Hi! I Saw Your Kirishima Wedding Post And Was Wondering If You Wrote For Todoroki? It's Like A Proposal

Hi! I saw your kirishima wedding post and was wondering if you wrote for Todoroki? It's like a proposal but Todoroki and Reader are best friends and his dad doesn't like reader. And one day they're having fun, and Todoroki just says "I have an idea. How about we get married?" And it's random, he was probably mad at his dad and maybe had secret feeling for reader, that they reciprocate, they're like 18, probably still in UA and run off and get married. And if it's not to much may I please ask for his dad's reaction and class 1-A's reaction to being told they ran off one night and just got hitched lmao

you are brilliant nonny, so sorry it's taken so long to get to this! i was on hiatus and have now returned, i hope this is worth the wait ily

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There are many truths in this world. Among them are horrid nightmarish things, like hate and doom, death and dread. Enji Todoroki hates you. But also, among them are love and lust, creation and joy. Shoto Todoroki loves you.

You are laying in the floor of Shoto's dorm room, it's after hours. The world outside is oppressive, the air is thick with judgment beyond the walls you and your best friend are locked behind. Soon you will graduate, soon you will be a rescue hero. You will achieve what you've lived for all these years, you'll pull victims from burning buildings, you'll supervise evacuations during natural disasters, you'll be constantly working in the background to make sure citizens are safe. Your quirk allows temporary manipulation of time, it's not flashy and you've never cared to make it appear that way. You've never been bells and whistles, you will never be the publicized hero everyone looks up to. Shoto, however, he will be all of that. He will be on the front lines protecting citizens from threats that walk among them. You will clear the area for him and heroes like him, and he will take it from there. You will tend to the wounded, and he will make sure you won't have more to tend to. At the end of the day, it will be his name in the news. You will both be busy; you will probably lose your best friend to those 'long days' your hero mother complains about so often.

That's still a month or so away. Tonight, you evade fate. Tonight, you are not the hero Shoto and the rescue hero Full Stop. Tonight, you are Shoto, the teenager, and Y/n, his best friend.

"Y/n, do you think we'll be good?" Shoto asks, staring at the ceiling as he lays beside you.

"Good what?" You turn to look at the side of Shoto's face, studying his profile and committing every sharp edge to memory.

"Just good," he doesn't even glance at you, and his face gives away no emotion. "I want to be good."

You hum in acknowledgement, closing your eyes as you think over his question. Your knee-jerk response is to assure him that yes obviously you're both going to be good, but he's worth more than that. He deserves introspection. Finally, you open your eyes again to find him staring at you. "Yes." You say, a sense of finality in your voice. "We will be good."

His eyes flicker over your face for a moment, as though looking for any possible hesitation in your features, then he nods, seemingly satisfied. "It's been a long three years." Shoto says, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't look away from you, just keeps his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes," you agree, reaching forward to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, "It has been a very long three years. We've almost made it, you know. Do you know where you'll start out?"

"Mm," now he does look away, face distorting in evident discomfort. "I'll be with my father's agency, for now."

"I see." There's nothing else to respond with, other than perhaps 'my condolences,' but that hardly seems appropriate in the presence of your best friend's grief. Suddenly his question makes much more sense. "You will be good," you assure him, "You are good."

He says nothing, but his hand finds yours between the two of you. Your fingers intertwine, and you do not comment on how his fingers twitch. You hold his hand, and you keep studying the features of the one person you feel at home next to, and soon you speak again. "We never got to be children."

"No, we didn't," Shoto admits with a sigh, squeezing your hand before he stands up. "Would you like to be children tonight?"

You stare up at him in slight shock, eyes flickering between his face and the hand he's outstretched to you. Your smile is crooked and warm and all things good as you take his hand. He pulls you up with more force than necessary, and you end up stumbling into him. He's the only one who's ever managed to make you stumble, and you think maybe it's because you trust him to catch you.

"Let's go then," Shoto says, because of course you don't even have to say anything for him to know your answer. He leads you out of his room, checking that no one's around before the two of you trek down to the common room.

You're the only ones still awake this late at night, so you make sure the volume on the tv is turned down sufficiently low as you sit together. He turns on the television, and he finds the most inane, childish film available.

"I'm not quite sure what happens now," Shoto admits twenty minutes in, squinting at the screen in confusion. "Isn't this meant to be funny?"

"Yes, I'm not seeing the appeal either." You sigh and reach for the remote, turning off the television. "We could try baking. Isn't that something teenagers do together? Cookies?"

He nods solemnly. "Yes, that happens often in the manga I read."

"Excellent, to the kitchen we go, then." You lead the way, this time, pulling Shoto along by the wrist.

This time it really is fun. You play music through your earbuds, sharing with Shoto as you work side by side. You both try your hardest to be quiet, so no one wakes up, leaning in to mumble comments in one another's ear, then snickering as you try to hold back your laughter. Soon your cookies are safely in the oven, and the two of you are covered in various ingredients. You turn toward one another, dissolving into quiet laughter when you see the mess you've made of one another. The music continues to play in your ears, and the laughter leaves you breathless as you wipe away a smudge of flour from Shoto's cheek.

"This is very fun," You admit, beaming. "I don't believe I've ever made a mess like this before. My mother would have killed me."

Shoto laughs, threading gentle fingers through your hair to get rid of the flour and sugar you'd somehow managed to get in it. "I don't think I have, either. I never saw the point."

"We are... a mess." You remark, and laughter falls from your lips following the last word. All barriers fall down, tomorrow does not exist when you allow yourself to fall against Shoto.

"We are, aren't we?" Shoto sighs, but he doesn't push you off of him. Quite the opposite, actually, he wraps a single arm around you. "It would be nice if we could have this often. Moments come and go so very quickly."

"I could freeze time for a moment, if you'd like," You offer, not bothering to look up.

"No, no, I think I've a better idea." Finally, Shoto pushes you away, holding you at arm's length and forcing you to meet his eye by tipping your head up by the chin. "What if we got married?"

Time literally stands still as you stare at Shoto, the timer on the oven freezes at three minutes. You're so shocked you've activated your quirk. Once you realize you quickly deactivate, then you're quickly addressing Shoto. "What? Have you gone mad? We aren't even dating-We're barely eighteen!"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful, though?" Shoto says, for once throwing all caution to the wind. "Would it be so horrid? To be married to me?"

In truth, no, it wouldn't be horrid at all. It would be brilliant. To know you'd never have to leave Shoto's side for longer than a day of work... To know that you would be connected by more than fate, that sounds truly wonderful. It would be an honor to love and be loved by Shoto Todoroki, but you can't help but wonder where this has come from. "Is this because of what your dad said the other day? That you shouldn't waste your time with me? Because, Sho, that doesn't give you permission to waste your life on me."

"No, it's nothing to do with that. Pissing off my father is only an added bonus. And it wouldn't be a waste, nothing with you is a waste." God, he sounds so sure, so certain that he wants a life with you.

"You've not given me a ring," you say simply, quietly. "And is my first kiss to be at the altar?"

He surprises you for a second time, then, by pressing his lips against yours so gently you think maybe you're going to wake up any moment, this whole night another dream. "I can get you a ring," he says, holding onto you by the shoulders. "I can get you whatever you want, I can be whatever you want."

"I think I just want you." It's hard to admit out loud, you'd only recently come to terms with it yourself. "God, you've really gone mad."

He grins, a true unfiltered grin that is so rare from Shoto. How could you ever deny that grin? "I think I lost my mind a long time ago."

"I think I may be even more insane than you," You whisper, gravitating back toward Shoto's lips. "Because I think I'm going to say yes."

He kisses you again, and he only pulls away when the timer for your cookies goes off. You're shocked into another round of laughter, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You watch in quiet introspection as he pulls the cookies from the oven. When Shoto turns back to you, he's met with more questions.

"When will we get married? Who will we invite?"

"Tonight," the response is immediate, "We'll get married tonight. We'll go to one of those twenty-four-hour chapels, just the two of us. I'll get you a plastic ring for now, then I'll buy you whatever you want later. Unless you want a big wedding, in which case I suppose I could make a few calls..."

This time you kiss him, knocking him out of his thoughts. "I never cared for lavish parties, I think it would be perfect, just the two of us."

The two of you pack your book-bags for an overnight trip before sneaking out of the dorms. Your heart is racing as your brain begins to catch up with just what the two of you are going through with. You don’t think you’ll have any regrets, but what about him? You have to be sure that this isn’t a fucked act of rebellion he’ll regret come sunrise.

You grab his arm before he gets all the way over the fence, worrying your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”

He stares in silence for a moment, then offers a calm smile as he takes your hand off his arm. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Then he’s bailing over the side of the fence, and you can’t help but laugh when he falls on his ass.

You follow after him, and the two of you share a wild glance before you’re running off into the night.

Soon enough you’re at some gimmicky chapel in the next town over, and they’ve not yet recognized either of you. They believe you’re just another pair of young lovers, running away together. For a moment you let yourself believe that, too.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you stand in front of Shoto, your best friend and confidant for the past three years. You’ve spent your whole lives restrained by tradition, it’s fitting that you find yourselves here now. You’re getting married as your first date, you have plastic rings you won from a claw machine in the mall, a man dressed as the main character from a popular manga is officiating your wedding.

You seal your fate with a kiss, and just like that you’re the first of your friends to get married.

“My mom’s going to beat my ass for letting her miss this,” you say through joyful laughter, leaning against Shoto.

He snorts at that, tracing shapes on your back. “If my father werent so concerned with image, I believe he would disown me.”

“If only you could be so lucky.”

You have to stop Shoto from uploading a picture to his social media right there. You owe it to your friends to let them hear the news from the two of you. He agrees, albeit reluctantly, and you begin the journey back to school. You make it in time for your first class, and no one really questions where you were at breakfast. When Ochako notices the ring on your finger, however, everything goes to shit.

“Y/n, you don’t wear jewelry. Where’d that ring come from?” She asks, head tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

“We got hitched last night.” You respond simply before taking another bite of your lunch.

Chopsticks clatter against the table as everyone but Shoto turns to look at you in shock. “Hitched? Like married?”

You hum in agreement, not looking up from your lunch as you crack a slight grin.

“To who?”

“Me,” Shoto responds before you get the chance, unceremoniously showing off his matching ring.

The questions are unending from everyone around you. The reactions range from Ochako asking how long you’d been dating in secret to Tenya scolding you for rushing into such an important decision. You don’t respond to their prodding, you don’t think they’d believe you if you did tell them everything. You don’t protest as Shoto takes a picture of your ring, grinning in amusement as you realize what he must be doing.

You get a notification that you’ve been tagged in a post, and it’s a picture of your hand with the caption ‘just married’ and you’re delighted to find that Shoto had tagged his father as well.

Elsewhere in Japan, Endeavor is all but burning his office to the ground in a fit of hatred and rage. Your quirk is not compatible with Shoto’s, your mother is an underground hero he’s deemed unworthy of praise, and your aspirations are far from meeting his high standards for a spouse for his son. You are everything he hates most in this world.

Shoto is smiling brilliantly when he drags you to his dorm room that evening, it’s the brightest smile you’ve ever seen grace his features. He tells you everything about how he’d felt for you for the last year, and how it all came to a head last night. Your desire for a career is based on a desire to save people rather than a desire for fame and recognition. You hold Shoto to a higher standard as a person than you do as a hero. You’ve looked his father in the eye and called him a boot-licking racist. Your quirk has the potential for extreme power, yet you refuse to use it for anything other than ensuring the safety of others. You love deeply and wholeheartedly. You are everything Shoto holds dearest in this world.

Idk if you do requests but i rly like your works (no pressure tho luv ya✌🏻) may i ask some fluffy bonten mikey going home to his preggy wife after a long day in bonten? Thank you🥹🥹

Home to You

SUMMARY : After dealing with a Bonten rat that tried to expose your wellbeing to the public eye, Mikey goes home to you.

🔞Warnings: violence & torture stuff (bonten!mikey hates traitors), fluff (on the last part), explicit sexual content, lactation, fingering, creampie, she/her pregnant reader.

AN: hi! thanks for requesting! I’m back once again lol sorry for inactivity, another anon also requested me to do nsfw w mikey so i just merged their requests bec im too lazy to write another dhddhrhhgr this is just pwp with 2.8k words idk. I hope this is okay lmaoo:))

“You may kill him now.”

“N-No, please. Mikey I beg your forgiveness! I promise it won’t happen again!”

The bloodied man bound to the chair struggles. He pleads for his life with hollowed eyes. He was imprisoned in one of Bonten's secret warehouses for several agonizing hours, having his fingernails removed, bones crushed, and sulfuric acid slowly dripped into his wounds.The bloodied man laments his dying life.

He was trying to get your picture. If he could just get his hands to photograph his boss's wife, a very hidden and confidential figure in Tokyo underworld, he and his pals could sell it to the public and get wealthy.

Getting the boss to let anyone but the highest-ranking Bonten officials see his wife, let alone take her picture, was a herculean and treacherous task in and of itself. Moreover, 'the wife' herself rarely left the house without at least three of Sano's most trusted guards following close behind.

Her own existence was treated as precious as the most prized and expensive piece of art in the world.

And while it was common knowledge that Mikey detested traitors more than anything else, his greatest fear was that someone would try to harm you and take you away from him when you were pregnant.

Sano Manjiro had been dubbed a variety of labels throughout his young life: tyrant, evil, savage; those terms have never failed to amuse him, and don't even get him started on the titles he's acquired; The Invincible Mikey as a teen, The Heartless King throughout his adolescence, as he and his gang dominated and conquered prefectures one by one with bloodshed and brutality. He was capable of crushing force much beyond his years, and then as time passed; murderous monster, cruel ruler, hollow-hearted motherfucker - that's the latest.

You had only gotten married the previous year and your pregnancy was a swift blessing afterward. No matter how many politicians, lawyers, journalists, and police stations Bonten had in their control, they still dared not take any chances in case more traitors tried to leak Bonten's private business, especially the pregnancy of their king's queen, and leak it to rival gangs which only puts your safety at risk.

After a long day of executions, Mikey heads out to his waiting car and heads home for the night. Even though it was late, he knew you would be waiting up for him to get home, just like you did every day.

You were fast asleep on the porch swing when he pulled up in his expensive car, just as he had anticipated. A blanket covered your pregnant belly as you rested your head in Kakucho's lap.

Kakucho becomes alerted to the presence of his boss but hesitates to move so as not to wake you from your nap on his lap. Mikey had already put his most trusted executives in place to protect you from the nasty traitors who were selling information on you, before he found out that they were doing so.

Mikey sighs at the sight of you.

“I told you to sleep inside.” He reaches out and gently runs a hand across your forehead, knowing full well that you would do this, but still touched by your concern.

He picks you up as gently as he can, dismissing Bonten’s Number 3 along the way and carries you all the way to your bedroom so you can sleep there instead.

You lay still on your bed, eyes closed, lashes fluttering down your cheeks; Mikey worries that you've fallen into a deep sleep from which there is no awakening. He frowns at his childish thoughts before he leans forward and tenderly kisses you to wake you up. You make a soft gasping noise, then reaches out a hand which Mikey takes hold of so he can entwine your fingers together; pressing light kisses against your forehead and eyelids.

Mikey sighs again and starts running a finger over the hollow at the base of your throat, overcome by a familiar sense of ownership but also of obligation; the woman before him is entirely under his power, his command.

You, his wife, are not only his to do with as he pleases in terms of control and manipulation, but also his responsibility to nurture, safeguard, and care for.

Then, with a strong surge of protective compassion, he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against your forehead. You sigh contentedly and relax into his touch, your eyes fluttering open in a sleepy gaze of appreciation.

Unlike last week, when you announced suddenly wanting to have dorayaki, only to reveal at the last minute that what you really want is pizza, this seems to be one of the rare times when your hormones and weird appetites haven't made you uncomfortable.

A gentle touch to the side of his cheek pulls him back, and he responds to your quiet coo with a rumbling rumble of comfort. When he does, he stoops to run his nose along your neck. You squeal with joy as you snuggle up to him. Your hands went up and got caught in Mikey's silver hair, dragging him closer to you, "Oh, welcome home, Manjiro," you mumbled as your hands moved up to cup Mikey's face.

“I’m home.” In response, he gently pecked you on the cheek until the kiss melted into something more passionate. Mikey's fingertips slid over your warm skin and gently tugged at the loose garments that covered your body.

A gasp escapes you into Mikey's mouth as the buttons on your shirt come undone one by one and the garment is discarded over to the side of the bed.

You let out a hot moan as his one hand rested on your right breast, pinching your swollen nipple. A moan escaped your lips, and you flushed, peering up at Mikey through your eyelashes as he smiled.

Mikey bent down and pinched your nipple again. He sucked viciously on one nipple while pulling with the other, leaving soft bite marks along your flesh. Your body's immediate reaction to your husband was almost too embarrassing to bear.

Mikey kept on sucking your tit, and with one especially forceful sucking, a rush of warm liquid washed into his eager mouth. Smooth and creamy.

Your breasts grew larger and more beautiful and softer than Mikey could have imagined as your pregnancy progressed. He was prepared for physical changes to your body during pregnancy and had researched every possible outcome extensively, yet he was still completely taken aback when you began lactating.

He suckled and lapped at the milk from your breasts until you cum. He makes a contented little noise in the back of his throat as he gulps down your breast milk.

“Fuck, Manjiro,” You cry and writhe under him, getting your fingers tangled in Mikey's hair. He keeps sucking on your nipple, filling his mouth with sweet milk in short bursts. He gulps down as much milk as he can by squeezing your breasts with his bare hand.

“So sweet,” Mikey pulls away enough to mumble and goes straight back to sucking immediately afterward.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you beg, “Please, Manjiro. I want you inside of me now.”

Mikey didn't need to be told twice. He sat up a little and reached down to pull your panties off fully, leaving you naked for him to see. He spread your legs out, bent them at the knees, and put them on the bed.

You recoiled as his finger traced over your clit, and your hips buckled on their own. For a while, Mikey torments you in this manner, simply circling your clit over and over again until you feel desperate enough to start crying.

“Please,” you beg, and you finally get your wish when he starts to push his finger in.

“Ah!” You screamed, arched your back as Mikey's finger slid in. You rolled your hips in time with your husband's, and before you knew it, Mikey had inserted his second finger.

Once Mikey is two fingers deep, he waits, lazily lapping at your nipple until you’re scrabbling at him, desperate for more.

He begins to work you open, the glide easy with all the copious amount of slick you are producing. He pumps his fingers in and out, his pace gentle and teasingly stroking against your g-spot.

“O-oh!” You groan as you gyrate your hips to get a better angle to spear yourself with his talented fingers. “Manjiro, it feels s-so good. More, please.”

Mikey fingers you farther while grinning and kissing your hips. He maintains a relentless pace, increasing the pleasure with each each thrust that brushes against your g-spot. At last, you've had enough of his tormenting. You need his cock.

“Manjiro, p-please,” you beg, rolling your hips frantically on Mikey’s fingers, impatient for more. “I’m r-ready. Please.”

Mikey's dark eyes narrow as he studies you intently before he lets out a hum and draws his fingers away, earning you a discontented whine at the sudden emptiness. You gaped at him as he brought his wet fingers to his lips. Mikey looks directly at you as he starts licking off the slick, causing you to squeal in embarrassment. As if he wasn’t suckling on your breast milk only moments ago.

Mikey looks at the surprise on your face and laughs before leaning in for a brief kiss. “So cute,” he murmurs before sitting back up. “Are you ready?”

In agreement, you open your legs wider as Mikey carefully nestles in between you, taking care not to put much pressure on your swollen stomach.

Mikey presses the tip of his cock against your wet entrance and rubs beads of precum along the folds of your hole before sinking in. The contact burned, but in a deliciously mind-blowing way. Mikey's cock was wrapped in a warm, tight heat, and his fingers quickly found purchase on your soft hips and gripped them like his lifeline. You tighten up around him, and Mikey could feel every flutter of your inner walls as you clenched.

Your body was so soft, smooth, and warm, and Mikey stayed still against you, enjoying the way you moved around him. The Bonten king went deeper inside, and each small push made your legs tremble and spread apart. Finally, Mikey was pressed to the hilt, his balls firmly against your ass.

You stared up at him, eyes glazed over with lust. “Fuck me, Manjiro.”

Mikey closed his eyes for a second because his sweet wife made him feel like he couldn't do anything else. He moved unconsciously, and when he did, you groaned. Mikey shifted again, harder this time, his cock practically stuffing itself inside you.

When you uttered a breathless groan, Mikey knew he had hit your sweet spot. He massaged his cock slowly against it, his cock twitching at the rhythm you provided. Your legs trembled around him as you mewled Mikey's name and whimpered with every prod.

Mikey was taken aback when you began circling your hips and grinding back against his cock, your hips faltering every time his cock reached that sweet area inside that made you nearly pass out.

He shifts and gets a better, deeper angle and then he’s fucking up into you, right into the mouth of your womb.

Mikey fucked into you even more despite the trembling and quaking in your thighs from pleasure and weariness. You pleaded for a kiss with your legs spread as wide as possible. The angle was a little awkward with your swollen belly in the way, but you already had your tongue out and waiting. Mikey leaned in close and grabbed you without delay, sloppily giving you open-mouthed kisses as he thrusts.

As he pulled away from the kiss, Mikey buried his face in your neck and moaned softly at your scent. You continued to quake in his presence as he kissed on some of his markings on your neck, gently biting at the flesh, and he felt your walls tighten around his cock as you squirmed under him.

The pleasure was too intense. The anticipation was palpable; you wanted it to end so badly, but you also didn't want it to. You had only just begun, but it felt like too much already. You were completely overwhelmed.

Mikey kept going at the same, excruciatingly slow rate. He embraced you by placing his right arm around you. Mikey couldn’t get enough of you.

Nothing you did to one other, not even the most passionate thrusts, kisses, moans, and groans, could express the depth of your love for one another. In spite of the fact that you expressed your affection for one another on a daily basis, today was the first time you truly felt it.

You gently yanked on Mikey's hair, eliciting a muffled sigh from him. Mikey raised his head and smiled slightly at you. You could feel your toes curling at Mikey's gorgeous smile, which he solely flashed you. Nobody else had ever seen Mikey's soft side.

Mikey raised his left hand to sweep the hair away from your damp brow. He held his hand there and kissed your lips gently. You kept kissing each other on the lips.

And you were close. You could feel it.

“Manjiro“ you moaned as you attempted to lift yourself up from the bed. “Lift me up please.” You extended your arms in front of you. Mikey nodded and drew his arms beneath you, being cautious not to put pressure on your stomach.

Mikey sat on his knees, not faltering in his thrusts.

“A-Ah yes just like that !” You cocked your head. This angle provided unparalleled pleasure. You were relieved that Mikey was strong enough to support you in this way. You placed your hand between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. “God, Manjiro, I’m so close.”

“Me too.” Mikey puffs as he flies in with a harder, faster thrust than previously. “Baby,” he breathed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.“

Mikey gasped and continued thrusting. He hid his head in the crook of your neck again. His fingers dug into the bottom of your thighs. “You feel amazing,” Mikey grunted.

You kept on rubbing your clit as you slid your free arm closer to Mikey's head and leaned closer to let him hear your moans.

“Fuck – I’m gonna cum,” Mikey warned. When he started to pull out, you whined and clung to his back, wrapping your legs around his.

“Manjiro I want it inside, wanna feel all of it.” You admitted.

It was all too overwhelming. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. It was as if all of your senses had disappeared except for his touch – you couldn’t hear or see anything as you reveled in pleasure.

You didn't know if you were still moaning or not. All you could think about was how good it felt to be with Mikey, and that was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud squeal as you came hard. As your orgasm went on, you continued to shake. You stared into space as the waves of your intense orgasm made your body shiver. It was so, so much. Your body twitched, your legs shook, and your toes curled.

Mikey could tell that you were tightening your grip on his cock.

With a low grunt, he slowed down to a stop and came inside. You can feel the jerking throb of his cock inside you. The wet squelch of your walls sucking his cum in deeper, pulling it into your already heavy womb. He grind his hips into you, pressing his cum deeper and deeper as he held you, almost in a death grip, not wanting to let go of you. His knees started to shake, and he started to thrust a little bit to ride out his orgasm.

And then silence. Your groans are stopping. You were still shaking when Mikey held you.

He finally put you back on the bed with care, and you whimpered as you fell back. Mikey slowly pulled away as he watched his seed slowly come out of you.

“I love you so much,” Mikey whispered into your ear.

You sighed and took a deep breath, “I love you too, Manjiro.”

Once you’re both settled under the covers you let out a loud yawn.

“Okay, I’m so tired now,” you said slowly. You could feel Mikey's smile on your shoulder and your husband's warm hands moving around on your swollen stomach, where you could feel your baby’s lively kicks, “She’s angry. Think we woke her–.”

“Yeah, we definitely woke her.” He chuckles softly.

Sleep was finally taking you again. Even though you couldn't be sure, you heard somewhere in the midst of his quiet voice whispering to your stomach and his gentle kisses on your neck, the words "love" and "you" and other sweet nothings stuff.

Thank i just started to cry in a cafe because of this

happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

D e a t h a p p r o a c h e s

hiiii! I’ve been in such a funk since I lost my wips 🥲 but it feels good to be writing again! Thank you all for 700 followers 🥹🫶🏾 it’s crazy cause I was just celebrating 500! 

Also, I’m obsessed with this tiny font :)

Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!

Word count: undetermined

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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours. 

He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.

He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.

“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."

He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.

It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.

He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.

“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside. 

It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.

He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.

But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.

That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.

Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.

He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.

“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell." 

Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice

Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home. 

It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in,  the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.

He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.

"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely. 

“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.” 

“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.” 

You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding. 

“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.” 

“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be. 

Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy. 

One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.

“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious. 

Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one. 

He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams. 

"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it. 

"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"

“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”  

“Yeah? Already?”

You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”

Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college! 

He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.” 

“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”

You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’ 

But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.

He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.

He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent. 

“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you. 

“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.

It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.

“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."

Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.

Now you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.

It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."

He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.

"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."

"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.

Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.

“Made a mess of me.” 

You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.” 

He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent. 

Except it wasn’t. 

If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons. 

He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin. 

A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.

He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.

Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.

"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."

He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.

"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."

It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter. 

"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.

"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.

"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."

God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.

He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”

He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy. 

The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises. 

Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home. 

“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.

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