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So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: He's so silly I love him 🥰

there's a lot of things i want to say.

Bakugo please just ONE chance

Bakugo please just ONE chance

Baby daddy Katsuki that would do literally anything for you or his kids. He's such a protective and dedicated dad/husband.

After you had your first baby, he insisted that you should resume your hero career after your pregnancy. He wanted you to keep being the strong woman he fell in love with. That's why he would often took days off work to stay with your son. Coming home to your two sweet boys sleeping on the couch always managed to bring a huge smile on your face. You would place a tender kiss on their forehead before taking a shower.

Sometimes you would wake up and find an empty spot in the bed next to you. You get up, and decide to check out the kitchen. Which is where you find Katsuki, handsome and shirtless, cooking for you. "How was patrol last night ?" He ask, with the pan still in his hands. "It was pretty calm, town was quiet" He was really focus on his cooking and was barely even listening to your answer. So you got closer to him and position yourself behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Since when are you making breakfast" He smile at your comment, it's true he wasn't really a morning person and usually let you take care of breakfast. He would rather cook lunch or dinner. But today, he made an effort. You gently scratched his skin and start kissing his neck.

"Wait a minute mama i'm almost finish with your breakfast" You stop your actions and simply rest your head on his shoulder, admiring him. It always fascinated you how good he was at everything.

When the food was ready, he placed your plate in front of you for you to eat. "Thank you my love, you're so good to me" "Anything for you mama"

You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was soft and heartwarming, the kind of kiss that made you feel so loved. After some time, an idea pops into your mind, making your smirk."You know we still have some time before he wakes up"

"Yeah, it's the perfect time to make another one..."

AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE DAD BAKUGO PLS. sorry this is short but i really wanted to write a bit ab this cuz i couldn't stop thinking about it.

Do you want to be moots 👉👈 no pressure ofc

Of course babe 🫶🫶🫶🤍🤍!!!

Babydaddy Katsuki is making me feel things like 🫦🫦🫦 yes call me mama or whatever

Bakugo would hold your waist with one hand and your face with the other while you kiss by the way. Just thought you should know.

I'm going back to uni tomorrow so i won't be posting as much as before 💔💔

racer!katsuki x pitcrew!reader

was this relationship inappropriate? yes. would you lose your job if you were found out? also yes, but did you care as he was making out with you in his private room, caging you into the walls? no.

you were sat on the edge of his driver's room bed, sat on his lap. you were both in your work suits and you were definitely not allowed to be back in your, technically boss's, room.

this had become a normal thing for the two of you, he said that doing this was 'good luck' and 'didn't you want him to win?'

it first happened the day you accidentally ran into his room, he was shirtless as he eyed you suspiciously. 'fuck're ya doing here?' your eyes were wide as you tried to look into his.. but your eyes tended to wander and you were just a girl at heart.

he couldn't help but let a smirk come over his face, he'd seen you without your helmet a couple times, and he thought you were gorgeous. great at your job too, averaging two seconds above your teammates. did he make you nervous? no, he couldn't be.

he walked over to you, grabbing your hand as he caged you in the wall, putting his face directly in front of yours.

'so, see sum' ya like pretty?' he said condescendingly, a mischievous expression overtaking his face. 'i have some time so, tell me what's interesting you so much.'

his hour of preparation was spent wisely, with his tongue down your throat.

and that lead you back to today, after a 20 race win-streak, everyone couldn't help but question what had suddenly changed in bakugo's life to warrant such a huge improvement in his career.

so interested in fact, they had barged into his room where you both were currently french-kissing, your eyes wide as he cursed them out and shoved you off him, trying to get you out of view.

secrets out, i guess.

hear me out... gang orca

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

sigh ...prohero!bakugo going on an interview with your baby girl.

he'd be so uncharacteristically, to the media at least, gentle with her. he'd be answering questions, and sometimes letting her gurgle and babble on and on, saying "that's right" and encouraging her as if she was actually answering.

the nicknames he'd have for her would slip out as she played with the toys in the highseat he had them bring out for her. saying things like "be careful sweets" or acting surprised with her as she made a little rocket fly around.

you'd be standing off to the side, both of you looking proudly at her, and laughing when she mimicked katsuki's quirk with a 'boom' sound effect coming from her mouth.

he'd have a soft look on his face as she eventually wobbled over back to you, but since the show must go on you walked over and sat with her on your lap right next to katsuki.

you completed the interview together, getting meaningful opinions from your daughter as you answered the questions together, all of you looking between each other for guidance at each one.

looking like the perfect family and being the 'it' family :((

(standalone but also linked to this i feel)

i just got my schedule for uni and i have been BLESSED this year thank u

I literally ran over here cuz I just saw a clip of a hiphop dancer and ballet dancer dancing together for the olympics and I'm like OHH??

Perchance hiphop dancer!bakugou and ballet!reader???? I WANT TO KNOW UR THOUGHTS.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. PLS THIS JUST AWAKENED SMTH IN ME

(SORRY IF THIS TOO LONG???)

You were often training a bit later than the other dancer. You were a perfectionist, your moves needed to be clean, smooth and precise. Ballet was intransigent, one mistake could ruin all of your efforts. That is why you were still in the dancing, you've been in here for hours now and the sun had already set. You did so many pirouettes that your head was spinning. So many jumps your feet were bleeding. But it still wasn't enough. You needed to be perfect. After a particularly hard spin you fall to the ground, your body not able to handle the pressure. Your body couldn't handle the effort your brain wanted to make.

"Damn, that was definitely interesting" a voice came out of nowhere. It was a bit mocking but the tone of his voice made you curious. Deep and cold, you could feel all his confidence through his voice. You turn around to see where the voice was coming from. That is when you first laid your eyes on him. His blonde messy hair were stooding out in the darkness of the room. His cherry red eyes were locked on you and you were scared they might see through the deepest places of your soul. He was way too relaxed compared to you.

"Are you done ? I want to train" it kinda surprised you because you never saw him before. You were here everyday and you know everyone. Moreover, he definitely didn't look like the type to do ballet but you could be wrong. "Oh yeah sorry. I'm leaving" "Good."

You start to pick up your stuff and finally take off your pointe shoes. Since when have you been wearing them ? Probably a few hours now. While you put your things back into your bag, the blonde haired boy

settled in front of the mirror. He was wearing a black tank top, revealing his surprisingly muscular back. And a baggy jean which fell perfectly on his ankles. You couldn't look away from him. There was something about him that made you admiring, it was almost obsessing. When the first notes of music sounded and his body began to move, your jaw almost dropped. It was the first time you saw someone dance like this. Every move was perfect, coordinated but most of all it was passionate. It was almost as if he he didn't have to think about the next step.

At the end of the song, you realised you had been sitting on the floor for almost 5 minutes, not moving an inch, your eyes focused on him. When he noticed you were still here, a smirk appeared on his face.

"Like what you see?" your cheeks immediately turn red. Of course you liked it how could you not. The way he danced was absolutely mesmerizing. He music started again and he went back to his choreography. You had to summon up all your motivation to get up and leave the room, and not only because your feet were hurting like crazy...

For several days afterwards, you trained until your feet were bleeding, until your legs were shaking and until the hiphop boy was back in the room. He was always coming really late, when everybody had already left. It was only you and him at this time of the night. But but your conversations are always very brief. It was only a few words and often it was only him making fun of you for training too hard. But one night, he decided to come earlier. He wanted to see you dance, he wanted to see you really dance. Because everytime, when he entered the room you were too exhausted to perform a simple choreography. He was dying to see your true potential. That is why he showed up at 8pm, bag on his shoulder, when you had just started rehearsing your pirouettes. When he saw you spin like this, he immediately understood why you were so tired every night. They were perfect. The way your legs and arms move was so graceful he'd think you were an angel. He studied you for a very long time, never getting sick of it. He doesn't know why his chest feels so weird, why his heart feels so full when he looks at you dancing with your sheer white skirt.

After a moment you finally realise he's here, you deduce that it's time for you to leave. "I'm sorry. I'm leaving." But when you start to head toward your bag, he grabs your wrist. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his hands against your skin. They're soft, and strong at the same time.

"Wait..."

He went to turn the music back on. When the first notes were heard, both your bodies began to move in rhythm. Your moves where slow, controlled and elegant. His were strong, fast and unpredictable. It was so different yet so similar. Your two bodies sometimes touched, in which case he'd grab your hand and spin you around like you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. You danced like this for a while, disconnecting your brain, all you could think about was his body moving in time with yours.

When the music stop, you look into his red eyes, losing yourself in it. "Where did you learn to dance like that ?" your question made him smile "I never learned, it's just something i like to do" "I wish I could be as talented as you without needing to train like crazy." He let lout a small laugh, amused by your response. Your faces were only a few inches away and he couldn't prevent his heart from beating way too fast when looking at your eyes. "You don't have to train so hard, just let your body express itself."

"There's actually something my body wants to do, but i'm not sure if it's reasonable" Your tone and the look in your eyes changed when pronouncing this last sentence. Mentally debating with yourself, you were thinking about your next move. Your heart was racing and your face was growing red.

But in the end, the blonde haired boy didn't give you time to think about it. He grabbed the back of your neck and gently glued his lips to yours. Kissing you, silencing all the voices in your head.

I wanna write soft Bakugo cause my boy's a softie i know it 😔 like yes he has anger issues but he did nothing wrong (im delulu)

Thinking about husband!Bakugo and wife!reader

Katsuki always pictured himself as a hero, yes. But when that became a reality, his life had no other purposes than to be the number one hero. Bear with me, he still wanted to be number one. But as he grew older he saw people around him settle and have a compromise between hero life and their private life. And by that I mean building a family. Kirishima was the first one to do so with Mina, soon followed by a lot of his friends. Even Deku at some point. And even if he sometimes loved being 'uncle Kats', he sometimes wishes he could hear that small laugh looking like his, or small eyes sparkling like yours.

For the first time ever, his wishes took another turn. He wanted to be father as much as he wanted to be the number one hero. If not even more.

And even if it took a while to get it off his chest, he wouldn't regret it for one second just to live this moment.

~

He was coming home after a long day of work, expecting to hear little screams and be met with the vivacity of his house. No, pure silence. It seemed strange to not hear small runnning footsteps towards the entryway and a little excited 'daddy !' coming from the living room.

He got his shoes off and started his investigation on where the people in his house was hidden. He first thought of one of their endless pranks which soon got denied by the sight next to the couch.

You were there, sleeping on the carpet with a little boy in your arms. His son, his first born of now three. And your hand rested on the edge of a rocking crib where his daughter of a little less than five months was sleeping peacefully too. She was sprawled out just like him when he sleeps and beneath her closed eyelids she shared the same red irises as him and her brother.

His son had his head nuzzled in your shoulder, being always so clingy to you in such a vulnerable state. And your cheek was smudged against the top of his spiky looking hair. You were drolling a little, your hair slightly messed up but right now you looked like the most beautiful creature that he got the whance to marry somehow. And that shimmering band on your finger was the proof of it.

He crouched down, carefully putting his gauntlets away. He studied you three for a very long time, never getting sick of it. He had build this... After years of only wanting to be a hero, he had build something greater. Something to go home to, to live for, to not be reckless for, to protect with all his strength. Because when he left in the morning, it was to those smiles and those faces he was fighting to come back to. He gently took out his phone, already filled to the brim with other frozen moments like this... of his family. He took a picture, his smile extending as he heard you mumbling his name in your sleep. He obviously put it as his new lockscreen, a new vision of his motiviation.

He'll bleed and fight for this and make all those streets sure for these three persons right in front of him. He kissed each of your faces carefully before silently going to cook dinner. Not without glancing at the baby photos hanging on the wall on his way out.

They were his copy, a fact you would often complain about. Being the one who "carried them for 9 months and got no credit on the appearence" as you liked to say. But he knew part of you adored to have little versions of him running around. And he was jealous of it, he wanted to have a mini you too running around.

But that would be for another day. Closer than you might know.

Just thinking about getting drunk with your boyfriend Sero (French song cuz i felt like it)

How many sips are you up to? No idea. But the bottle is almost empty, only a quarter should remain. You just recorded Sero naked, doing the helicopter with his dick. You’re dying of laugher on the floor, phone in one hand, the bottle in the other. You’re wondering what it would feel like to have a penis? It looks kinda fun.

“Do it again!” He put his boxer back on and sat back on the floor with you “Think we’re going to stop here honey cause as you can see, I’m hard for you” A flirty smile grows on your face as you climb on his lap. “I could help you but you don’t want me to put my pretty mouth on you” “You already sucked me off twice in an hour baby” You give him a proud smile as you start grinding on his lap. Alcohol is making you really confident and you know your boyfriend would never judge you. Always ready to follow you in your fantasies.

Wanting to grab back the bottle, you almost fall headfirst onto the carpet. Fortunately, Sero catches you back by your underwear, preventing you from falling. “Outch! I think you just broke me in half” He left out a small chuckle because of your reaction and places you on the bed.

“I literally saved you. Now show me your little wound” After throwing away the bottle, he gently spread your legs, now having a full view on your covered cunt. Pulling your panties to the side he starts to fake-searching for any injury.

“Oh, I see, there’s damages. I must intervene” His tongue slowly goes from your entrance to your clit, taking a long strip of you. The feeling offers you a one-way ticket to paradise. “Yeah, right here, that’s where it hurts” you say while pushing his head deeper in you. Your heart is beating way too fast. His tongue drawing circles around your clit while his fingers slowly enter you. Yours hips automatically raise to meet him. “You're a very cooperative patient miss-“ “Shut up and keep going” He laugh and buries his head back between your thighs. “Yes ma’am”

You run your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling on them to show how good he’s making you feel. Your moan become louder and louder while he moves his tongue and fingers on you. When you reach your high, your whole body tremble but he doesn’t move, wanting to taste you until the end.

“I guess I’m a really good doctor…”

i miss my husband (hanta sero and eventually my boyfriend)

dating hanta sero - a moodboard

sero strikes me as someone who's main love language is physical touch, or acts of service. he has a naturally funny personality, so he would do anything to see you smile or laugh. every morning when he's still half asleep, he clings onto you like a koala and utters the funniest nonsense. as for his acts of service counterpart, he does things for you subconsciously. he saved you some of his food? he knew you'd try to steal some. a carton of milk on your desk? wants to make sure you get your vitamin d. he opens doors for you all the time? he doesn't mind doing these things, he actually enjoys them. as long as you have less on your plate. he's also known as the 'spider-man' of ua since he swings around on his tape. there was this one time he was trying to latch on to the doorframe, but he missed and hit aizawa's face(rip sero). but as someone who has to be very fast with his quirk, i can see endurance training dates at the gym. he mostly focuses on back and arm day, as he uses them the most. sero isn't big on affection like hugs, cuddles, etc. he's someone who usually has a hand on you; on your back, around your waist, on your leg, as long as he has a finger on you. maybe you'll actually let him tape you guys together.

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(character does not belong to me, rightfully belongs to kohei horikoshi. pictures do not belong to me, rightfully belongs to op on pinterest. apologies if character is ooc.)

haiiii u said send reqs so here i am 😣

maybe reader and mha boys sleeping in the same bad (established relationship) and everyone catches you two (the reader and mha boy haven’t made it official) it can be a smau orr a drabble idm!😣

Hope you like it <3 Ngl was giggling and kicking my feet while writing it I love whipped bf Bakugo

“I knew it! I knew it you owe me 10 bucks Mina” It was only 8am and Denki was already yelling in the dorm. Everyone was used to hearing him being this loud but it was still way too early even for Denki. The yellow haired boy had just entered Bakugo’s room and how surprised he was when he saw you… Lying on his bed, your legs tangled with his, and his hand in your hair.

Everybody knew you guys were close but you never made it official. In fact, you were seeing each other in secret. Going on dates outside of the school in coffee shops or restaurant. You both agreed that you would keep your relationship a secret because you wanted to avoid all the teasing from your classmates. But know that Denki found you in this position, the whole school would probably know your little secret. We can say he was really bad at keeping things for himself.

Mina rapidly entered the room behind Denki and she imitated him. Now they were both giggling and jumping around like happy little kids. All this restlessness has disturbed your sleep and your eyes were now open. At first you were sleepy and confused, why were they so excited? But then you noticed the boy next to you also waking up, his arms still around you.

The noise they made attracted the whole class in the dorm and quickly 18 pairs of eyes were looking at you. “Get out of my fucking room” It was always no good to be around Bakugo in the morning and today wasn’t an exception. His angry look made everyone leave the room. While leaving, Denki whispered to Mina “Don’t forget my 10 bucks”

When everyone had left and it was again just the two of you on the bed, he raised the blanket on you and buried his face in your neck. His eyes closed again and he was peaceful again. “I’m never leaving this fucking bed anymore”

Texts with Pro hero Sero if he was you bf ☆

I wanna write "Texts with Sero" so bad bro