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hey fren! could you pretty please do a bakugou x fem!reader scenerio where reader has an overprotective ass dad and he sees bakugou with his hand on her ass? if you wanna you headcannons thats aight too lmao

ofc!

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴠs. ᴅᴀᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

ᴀᴜ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Cookout? What cookout?” He said in a relaxed position on y’all’s bed, spread eagle.

You put your bonnet on before slapping his feet off of your side, getting in the bed yourself.

“My parents are hosting the cookout this year. We’re having it at their place at 3 tomorrow.” You turned off the lamp sitting on your nightstand, but his stayed on.

“What’s a cookout . . . ?”

You nearly forgot. He’s never been to a cookout. This was the first one he was going to since y’all only been together for 9 months.

“It’s like a barbecue and a family reunion.”

He hummed in response, turning off his lamp. “What time we getting back home?”

“‘Round . . . 2 in the morning? Maybe later? I don’t really know. But it’s around that time.”

“Doesn’t it start at 3?!”

Tf she mean “around that time”? Bakugou thought.

“Yeah.”

“So just f-ck sleep, right?”

“Exactly.” You turned to him. “Don’t worry, we ain’t leaving the house till 4.”

“Ain’t you just said it starts at 3?”

“We not getting there at 3. I refuse to be ‘part of the set up crew.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing you before you both fell asleep

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(Damn them sh-ts big as hell on here)

“Remember: yes ma’am and sir/no ma’am and sir, if you hear cousins and aunts talking, they ain’t finna actually do something, they just talk, um, what am I missing . . . ? Oh yeah—! Don’t provoke the itty bitty cousins.”

You were internally cursing yourself right now. You should’ve got dates and times before last night, so you could properly train him, instead of what your doing right now. Cramming.

Bakugou just nodded, looking through y’all’s closet for something nice to wear.

“Can you surprise me with an outfit?” You asked as you were doing your make up.

Like hell you were gonna let your cousins look better than you.

He pulled out a dress that barely covered anything, walking up behind you to slap your ass.

He’s an ass man.

“What you doing makeup for?” He looked in the mirror, seeing you focused.

“I ain’t letting my cousins and aunties look better than me. Got me f-cked all the way up— what’d you get me?” You looked behind you to see the dress he picked out.

Of course he’d pick that dress. He always picks that dress when you ask him to surprise you.

“Dumbass. They couldn’t look half as good as you if they tried.” He grabbed your ass, pulling you in to kiss him.

“Stop! I’m tryna do this!” You said, laughing while saying so.

He chuckled, laying the dress out on the bed before he decided to get dress himself.

“The hell this nappy ass wig doing on my dresser—“

“DON’T DO NOTHING TO IT, I’M FINNA WEAR IT!”

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You were sitting in the car, putting final touches on yourself before getting out.

Knocking on the door, one of your grandmas answered.

“Hey, baby!” She said in a course voice, slowly chugging her way to hug you, rocking you back and forth. “Look at you wearing grown folk clothes.”

“Hey grandma.” You chuckled, letting go. “This my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Ohh, you look like one of those pro-heroes. All Mights?”

The blonde hair reminded her of him.

He smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too. Well— well, come in. Your mama’s out back, baby.” She said to you before letting you both out.

Out there were your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, some family friends. Everything like you expected.

You introduced Bakugou to everyone one by one. They kept saying how he was that one pro hero in the top 3 of Japan. Especially the itty bitty children who wanted to be a hero too.

They were 🤏🏾 this close to stealing him away from you.

He looked like he was enjoying himself, thankfully.

Well, at least trying to be before you and your favorite cousin reunited.

“AAAAAH! MISS GURL!”

“AAAAAAH!”

Y’all were screaming y’all heads off, laughing loud as hell, talking loud as hell.

“So you think you grown now that you got a pro-hero boyfriend, huh?”

Playing loud as hell.

Y’all were just loud in general.

You heard faint talking about how you were dressed when your cousin was tryna show you something.

Really think she doing something, huh?

Wearing that tiny thing to impress her friend.

It ain’t working.

Thank god your cousin was here, cause she heard the petty aunts and cousins talking, too.

She reassured you, like every year, that you looked perfectly fine. They mad cause they wanna be you. It was painfully clear.

They talked about you every cookout, even if you weren’t in seeing or hearing radius. You lived in their head rent free.

How’s it feel? 😏

Anyways, your dad and uncles were talking to Bakugou about grilling, even letting him flip a patty or two.

Must really like him if he let him flip a patty.

Your cousin went to the bathroom, so you walked over to Bakugou, seeing how he was doing.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey.” He put an arm around your waist, setting his hand on your ass.

“To be honest, I don’t really like it medium well, I prefer my steak to be well, y’know? I like the sort of, charred taste, if you know—“ Your dad was talking before the sight of Bakugou’s hand on your ass cut him off. “What’re you doing there, son.”

Son would’ve been a compliment, if he hadn’t said it in the tone of voice he was using right now.

“What . . Nothing? What are you talking about old man?!”

Holy f-ck. Your boyfriend really didn’t wanna see tomorrow.

“Move your hand.”

You groaned. “We just gonna forget that I’m a whole adult?”

“Like how we forgot that little ass dress you’re wearing? Sure, if you want.” Your dad slapped Bakugou’s forearm with the hot spatula. “Hands off her.”

“He’s my whole boyfriend—“

“And this is my whole house.”

Your mom was watching from afar and sighed, finally making her way over.

“Katsuki, baby, you and U/n (uncle name) can keep cooking. I need to just talk to Y/n’s dad for a second.” She pulled him away.

You sighed in annoyance, holding Katsuki’s hand. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Tch, it’s whatever. Sorry, U/n, I need to use the restroom.” He gave the tongs to your uncle before going to the restroom.

“Cool man, all good.” The uncle took it and started picking the ready to go meats off, putting them in a glass tray.

Your cousin walked past, looking at you both in confusion. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you on FaceTime when I get home.” You sighed.

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“Damn,” Bakugou said to himself, devoring the food. “This is really good, Ms. L/n.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” Your mom smiled as your grandma nodded, gesturing a ‘thank you’.

“Eating like you ain’t had a good meal in months. Baby, what you feeding him?” Your grandma joked.

“Katsuki.” Your dad said abruptly, scaring everyone a little. “Thank you for caring for my daughter. And keep your raggedy hands off her.” The last sentence, it was clear he was joking cause he was smiling.

Bakugou smiled too, which made you relieved. “Yes sir.”

“Katsuki!” Some kids from their own little dinner table came over to your boyfriend. “Can we see your quirk?”

“He’s tryna eat—“ you tried reasoning but he was okay with it.

He showed off a tiny explosion from his hand.

Their little eyes lit up, telling him all about how they wanted to be a hero, too.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Better than when y’all were in high school.

The rest of the time being, y’all had fun. Dancing, just talking, more eating cause let’s be honest, we know Bakugou couldn’t let that food go.

ɪғ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ!

relationship headcannons w/ bakugo

prompt: just some general headcannons of what bakugo would be like in a relationship with black s/o

warnings: negro shit, fem!black!reader, aged up bakugo

an: ok boom, so i think it is so hot of this fandom to just headcannon that bakugo is a whore for black women like- yes 💕

this mofo y’all-

this boy loves you so much but that pride fucks him up every single time

he has no problem saying i love you or even showing his love through actions but in public, you ain’t getting shit

he just gets way to flustered; like he’ll hug and whisper the shit, thinking you didn’t hear

“i love you” “huh?” “SHUT UP! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” “nigga-”

beyond that, this man will go above and beyond to make sure you know that you are loved

hell, he’ll spoil you for the sole reason that he does in fact love you more than life it’s self

i personally think he takes pride in buying you shit so when people ask you can be like “oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me all of that” “…sis thas at least twenty damn bags of clothes and jewelry”

his big-headed self is probably “hell yeah I did”

ironically, he hates when you spend yo money on him or yourself; he doesn’t mind you being independent and shit, he actually encourages it but this is the one thing he won’t let go

this nigga will start hiding yo cards and shit or start blowing them bitches up

he feign like he stupid or some shit; he da smartest, most organized nigga you know and when yo card goes missing all of sudden he done lost his damn memory?

“Katsuki, where did my cards go?” “…huh?” “nigga- YOU FUCKING HEARD ME! WHERE IS MY DAMN CARD!?!?”

this motherfucker is definitely checking on back account every two days just make sure money is coming in and not out

if you somehow find that card, props to you, just know it is not yours forever and it will go missing again in under 24 hrs

the most important thing he decided to buy you was a pretty gold custom necklace of his name and gold bamboo hoops to match

the hoops he didn’t really care for but that necklace- chile

it was almost like he cared for it more than you did…cause he did; he always touching it, fiddling with it, and you know that bitch is real so sometimes he likes to polish it so it shines

but if you take it off- sis, did you write yo will yet? but that bitch back on before he catch you

it’s real for a reason- so you don’t have to take it off; if he does catch the necklace not on yo body, he’s gon be pissed

“WHY IN THE HELL IS YO NECKLACE NOT YO NECK AND IN MY HAND, DUMBASS!?!?” “hol on now- calm yo self. i took it off cause i don’t it to get messed up-” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! PUT THE SHIT BACK ON!!” 

….it’s such a silly thing to get angry over but don’t take it off sis, if you value yo life

for some reason whether big or small, he loves hitting your ass. and i don’t mean no petty swat, i mean he’s throwing hands 

“SMACK!” “Ow! Nigga, have you lost yo god damn mind?!?” “What? It was just there”

not to mention but any chance he get- he’s grabbing the yams

motherfucker can not keep his damn hands to himself, he gotta touch, even if it’s a quick squeeze 

y’all laying in bed? grabbing the yams. you laying on yo couch, minding yo business? grabbing the yams. talking to yo lil friends? grabbing them yams. working on the field with him? grabbing the yams. 

an: i’ll come back with some more later :)

Hello! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if I could request some Kirishima x reader comfort? If you'd be willing to write for a plus-sized reader with body image issues that would be great, otherwise just some comfort for insecurities if that's okay?

Tiger Stripes

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader

Genre: Headcanons + Drabble

Synopsis: Kirishima comes home from a day of office work to find his love feeling down about herself, and decides to dedicate the next few days to making her feel like the beautiful badass woman she is.

Warnings: mentions of weight insecurities, relationship anxiety, adult!prohero!Kirishima and adult!fem!plus-sided!reader

A/N: a new request in a long time is very refreshing. I hope I'm writing this to your liking. I’m not plus-sized myself, so I am very much open to criticism and advice from any of my followers who are plus-sized to educate me on the varying insecurities that come with it. Also after finishing writing it I realized the title may not be the best but I'm too lazy to change it so it’ll stay the same.

Kirishima had long-knew about your insecurities, especially having to deal with your weight. You made it a point to tell him about them when you first started dating as a way to get any negative biases about them out the way and, potentially, prepare yourself for a rejection if your insecurities became a deal breaker

Kirishima was very understanding and supportive, to the point where it seemed to good to be true. But kirishima is a man to back up his words with actions, and proved to you that the insecurities you endured were no match for the love, affection and care he would shower you with over the years

Even so, there were days where you just didn’t feel good enough. It had nothing to do with kirishima - he had been such a loving and faithful lover to you for the while you’ve been dating, but sometimes you just woke up and your brain chose violence against you.

Somehow any little thing you hadn’t worried about prior became big red flags the moment you woke up or saw yourself in a mirror. Kirishima would be gone most mornings, either for early patrol or to get a start on his hero paper work depending on the day of the week, and so on these days you are especially scared of your thoughts, because they could cause a relapse at any moment.

You would sit at the edge of your bed, mirror positioned in front of it, examining every flaw your eyes and brain could pick apart. The love handles that kirishima oh so loved to coddle became an eyesore, the different toned stripes that lined your arms, thighs, and rump became too ugly to look at

Kirishima called them your ‘tiger stripes’ because of how badass and powerful you were, but on days like these, your badges of honor became a huge burden to think positively about.

Somehow kirishima was always able to make things better. With his sweet words and loving touches, it was hard not to believe him when he called you his gorgeous tiger, so brave and strong and true, and when he talked on and on about everything he loved about you and why, until you were beaming and had forgotten about the negative thoughts brought on by your insecurities.

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    You stared at your reflection, eyes scanning over every surface of your body. The cropped top you slept in scrunched up just underneath your breasts revealed the love handles that didn’t seem so lovely in the evening’s sun rays. The shorts that hung around your waist rode up, showing the many discolored stripes of stretch marks creeping up and down your thighs, and those didn’t seem so lovely either.

    You hadn’t gotten out of bed all day, and the moment you did, the first thing your eyes set sight on were the parts of your body that you disliked the most, and on days like these where it was hard enough to open your eyes, you wished it all to hell.

    Unwanted thoughts ran rampant in your head about the reflection that stared back at you. Whispers of the ghosts of your past haunting you, degrading you, shaming you for something you’ve tried numerous times to control, but failed in each attempt. 

    The voices were beginning to consume you, echoing so loud that it felt like base speakers were booming into your ears. You cupped your hands over your ears, shutting your eyes tight in an attempt to silence them, even just a little bit, but it only made them seem to grow louder. Your body felt heavy with lead as the weight of those words whispering in your mind crashed into you, making you shake and shiver and whimper as you tried to ignore them.

    Then, there was a touch. A firm, yet gentle touch. A touch that drowned out the voices of those haunting whispers, and calmed your shaking body. A touch that brought you back into the real world.

    Opening your eyes slowly, you saw that the touch was from a tanned hand, rough and calloused from days of hard work. That hand, connected to an arm ripped with carefully trained muscles, connected to your human with such a concerned look on his face, it caused you a bit of shock. ‘When did Eijirou come in?’

    “Babe, are you okay? You didn’t respond to me when I called your name,” Kirishima asks softly, hand still resting on you to ground you from whatever experience you were having. “I mean, I know you jokingly don’t reply when I say your real name, but-” then, Kirishima paused, and looked at you. He really looked at you - then glanced back at the mirror behind him in which he had sat in front of to get your attention, and then pieced two and two together.

    “It’s one of those days, then, huh?” He asks in a quieter, softer tone than anything you’d ever heard. With the sense of safety and security spreading throughout your body from his fingertips, you gathered the courage to nod, confirming his suspicions.

    The redhead stood from his crouched position, gesturing you to scoot back further into the bed. You lazily did so, still feeling somewhat weighed down with anxiety. Kirishima crawled onto the bed with you, sitting cross legged, and gestured for you to come sit in his lap. You were hesitant, at first, doubts still weighing in your mind, but when Kirishima’s gentle hands came to encourage your movement, you found yourself following the direction of his hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso and leaned into his heavenly embrace. Strong, comforting arms wrapped around you as you made your home in the crook of his neck, not completely letting your weight onto him yet, but just enough that you were comfortable with.

    In moments like these, Kirishima doesn’t say anything unless you prompt him with a ‘How was your day?’ as some sort of engagement to relax the both of you from such a heavy topic. He would ramble on about boring paperwork or boring patrols, how he’s had to stop Bakugo from getting into a cat-fight, or how he helped a child find their missing parent. He found that the stories allowed you to focus on him and his voice, and therefore allowed you to relax, so he didn’t mind the rambling.

    Right now, however, he opted to placing a kiss on your shoulder, letting the comforting silence he brought with him take over the room.

    “I’m right here, baby girl; i got you,” he whispered, and somehow, you knew that everything was going to be okay after that. Everything always seemed to be okay, when Kirishima held you in his arms, swaying the both of you from side to side, while he admired the tiger stripes that adorned your thighs. 

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So Katsuki and chubby reader y/n have a great relationship. They rarely argue they really are best friends . One night they get into a fight and y/n doesn’t know how to handle it besides giving him the silent treatment. Katsuki’s being petty and doesn’t want to cave in to his chubby baby and say sorry . So the next day

Y/n is going out with friends to relieve stress she dressed A little to sexy for katsuki liking but he still doesn’t say anything when he peeps the outfit .But he does follow her. To his surprise she ends up at a male strip club with the girls and what does katsuki do? he goes in and creeps on his baby further . He is actually close enough to hear their conversation. he begins to lose his shit when they encourage her to get a private dance from the current male stripper on stage making googly eyes at her. Mina leaves and come back and tells her “I booked it your in the gold room “

Y/n is nervous and didn’t wanna go . She honestly wanted to be at home with katsuki but Mina practically pushes her in the room . She was sitting for a few mins when the lights went dark and music started suddenly a familiar figure appears from side curtain onto the small dancing area .

Dressed in a little male stripper outfit Katsuki turns to his girlfriend with a smirk 😏 he puts on a show then teaches her a lesson for being a brat and ignoring him and coming to a strip club . Make it nasty babes 😘😘😘

🤣🤣🤣

The "L" Word│Bakugo x Chubby Reader

Warnings│smut(oral fem!receiving, breeding), angst to fluff: the miscommunication trope)

Katsuki would rather die than to admit this; but you were his best friend.

You were there for him during his awkward transition from middle school to high school, as well as being a source of support during his traumatic memories after being captured by the LOV. You even cheered him on when he first debuted as a hero, throwing a small get-together at your shared apartment between your closest friends on their first successful day as heroes.

He loved you, he truly did. More than a best friend should. But he knows he’s abrasive, hard to love at times, so while he aches to have a deeper connection with you, he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness if it means you’re in his life.

You, on the other hand, were spiraling.

There had been rumors that Dynamite was spending lots of his free time with some “mystery girl” and you were not only shocked, but hurt by the news. You loved Katsuki and while you have long accepted the fact that he might never be into you, it hurt that your friend was supposedly in some secret relationship and didn’t tell you.

You were on the phone with Mina one day, ranting about the whole thing when she cut you off. “Not to be rude or anything (Y/NN), but are you sure you see him as just a friend?” She asked, coating her nail in a fresh coat of polish. “What do you mean?” You ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know just, from the way you’re talking, you seem jealous?” She says, blowing air on the wet nail. “I- I’m not-” “Now that I think about it, if a girl so much as looks at Bakugo, you get quiet.” She says, the gears in her brain visibly turning. “That’s not true!” You exclaim, realizing that she’s probably right in her deduction. “It’s not? So you wouldn’t care if he’s seeing someone?” She asks, smirk present on her face. She knows she’s got you backed into a corner, she just wants you to own up to your feelings. “I didn’t say that.” You mutter, annoyed that she’s right about the situation. “Ahh! So you do like him! Omg, you totally have to make a move on him.” She rants, going into detail about how cute you and Katsuki would look together. You chuckle at her enthusiasm before cutting her off. “Yeah, that’s nice and all but let’s be real, he doesn’t like me like that.” You chuckle sadly. As you sing his praises, you fail to notice him standing by your room door. He clenches his fists before walking away, heart caught in his throat.

Since that day, you’d noticed that Katsuki began acting cold toward you. Never staying in the same room for five minutes with you before leaving with some half-assed excuse. Being too busy for your chill nights where you both watch some awful movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn on the couch. He didn’t even hug you anymore, anytime you’d go for one he’d dodge your arms before walking away. You respected his boundaries, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

Everything came to a head when you decided to confront him on his actions. He was being weird and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You knock on his room door, the usual “go away” sounding through the door. You roll your eyes before trying the knob, pushing the door open when you realized it was unlocked. Bakugo picks his head up to look at you, scowl present on his face. “What the fuck are you doing-” “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you being mean to me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He furrows his brows before standing in front of you, mimicking your stance. “Mean to you? This is how I always am, the fuck are you on about?” He grumbles. You roll your eyes, sighing. “The way you’re acting! We don’t do the fun stuff we used to do together anymore. It’s like you don’t like being around me anymore.” You mutter. “Maybe cause I just don’t wanna hang out with you anymore, huh? You ever think of that? Why don’t you go bother your little boyfriend to hang out with you?” He says, turning away from you. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about, Kat?” He visibly shudders at the name before flopping back onto his bed, picking up the manga he was reading before you stormed in. “I heard you and Pinky on the phone the other day, talking about some guy. Just go bother him.” He says, flipping the page over. You narrow your eyes and huff, turning to leave the room. “Maybe I will.”

Since then, you’d actively avoid Bakugo, staying in your room when you knew he was out of his. Ignoring him when your friends came over. They’d noticed the change in dynamic, but felt that it wasn’t their place to say anything.

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The entire ordeal with Bakugo had you stressed, so, in a spur of the moment decision, you decided to take Mina up on her offer to go to a club.

You took extra care of yourself, soaking in a warm, lavender scented bath, shaving, putting on your favorite scented lotion and doing your full skincare routine. You exited the bathroom in just your towel, slipping into your bedroom, failing to notice Katsuki standing in the hallway.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes before walking into his room. Since when did you go out late at night?

The question bounces around his head for the next hour before the sound of the doorbell ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. He opens his door to answer the bell, only making it as far as the kitchen before you beat him to it and he catches a glance at what you’re wearing. Skin tight black dress that just barely covers your ass, which he can tell you’re not wearing panties underneath. It hugs your soft rolls, accentuating them to the point where he just wants to get on his knees and nibble on them. And is that makeup you’re wearing? Lips so shiny he can almost see his reflection in them. Lips so plump he just wants to bite and suck on them. Fuck, how can you simply exist and reduce him to a pile of mush.

The sound of your voice along with others pull him out of his reverie. He pretends he’s getting a drink of water, listening in on your conversation when he sees you slip on a pair of sleek black heels and a black fur coat. He only manages to make out the words “club” and “men” before a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Are they trying to set you up with someone? Are they going with the intention of you meeting someone? Did you want to meet someone? Katsuki knows he hasn’t been the nicest as of late, but did he really push you into the arms of another?

No.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

He knows you're still upset with him when you give him a half-assed “See you later, don’t wait up” before shutting the door behind you, not even sparing him a glance. He picks up his keys and leaves after you, tailing Mina’s car from a distance.

He follows your group to a building that from the outside, looks like your standard club. Long line, flashing lights, the whole nine. He sees your group walking up to the bouncer, Mina sweet talking him into letting you all cut the line. He goes after you, shoving his pro-hero license in the bouncer’s face when he tries to stop him, telling him he has “urgent business to attend to.”

You were his business alright. And clearly, you needed attending to.

He scopes the area out before his eyes find you again, seeing you toss back three vodka shots back to back before pulling your friends with you on the dance floor, throwing your ass back on whoever was there to catch it.

Originally, Bakugo wanted to blend in to the back, be a watchful eye in case some drunk idiot thought they had a chance with you, but it’s when he sees Mina whisper something in your ear before making her way to one of the male strippers and pointing towards you that he makes the connection.

Oh hell no.

He waits until she makes her way over to you before he heads towards the worker, grabbing him by the red suspenders strapped snugly to his little boy shorts. “You better tell me what Raccoon Eyes said or so help me-”

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You’re seated in a dimly lit room, a maroon, velvet loveseat to match the color of the room. You can faintly hear the sound of music playing but you’re too distracted by your racing thoughts. What’s Katsuki up to? Does he miss talking to you as much as you miss talking to him? Is he thinking of you the way you do him? Was coming here a good idea?

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the door open. Thinking it's the dancer Mina hired for you, you keep your gaze downwards. “Listen, I know my friend paid for a dance, but I’m kind of not in the mood. You can keep the money though!” You’re sure to emphasize. When you don’t hear a response you look up and the sight has your jaw dropping.

It’s not a stripper. At least, not any that you were expecting.

It’s Bakugo, clad in the tight golden boy shorts the male strippers are supplied with, along with deep red suspenders securely attached to the shorts. And the cherry on top, the matching red bowtie wrapped around his neck. A gift almost.

His torso is covered in a light sheen, baby oil you presume, and the way his body glistens in the soft lighting has your mouth watering.

“I-” You start, thoroughly taken aback at the sight. Bakugo huffs, a deep blush spreading across his neck as he watches you take him in. It’s definitely an ego boost, the way he renders you speechless. “Like what you see?” He smirks, taking his time in making his way over to you. You feel his rough, calloused hand under your chin, pushing it upwards to close your mouth for you as he slots himself between your legs. “Should close your mouth, sweet pea. Unless you want me to give you a reason to keep it open.” He mutters before trailing his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it downwards to coax your mouth open again. He pushes his thumb in once you grant him access, feeling your tongue swirl around the digit as you suck him into your mouth. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, princess?” He smirks when he hears your soft whine, the words yes, ‘suki being muffled by his thumb.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth before crashing his lips against yours, tongue easily slotting into your mouth, dominating the kiss. He’s everywhere, your mouth, your stomach, your thighs, you feel him, and your pussy throbs at the thought.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He mutters against your lips, licking along your bottom lip. “So sexy, fuck. See what you do to me, baby?” He asks, taking your hand to feel his erection bulging in his shorts. “F’you. All f’you, baby. Please. Please, let me fuck you, baby.” He practically begs, and you nod, needing to feel him inside you. “Fuck me,” You whimper against his lips. “Please fuck me, ‘Suki. Need you, baby. Please.” You whine, grinding against the thick thigh slotted between your legs. You can feel the muscle in his bare leg and when he flexes it has you grinding against him harder.

“Mhmm, gonna ride my thigh, baby? Gonna get off on just my thigh? Fuckin’ slut.” He groans in your ear, moving to press sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking hickies into the skin. “Do it. Fucking cum for me. Can feel you soaking my leg.” He says between each rough suck into your skin. It’s with those words and a rough pinch to your nipple that has you coming undone, grinding your throbbing clit against his legs as your orgasm washes over you, your moans going straight to Bakugo’s cock. He feels himself throb in his shorts as he moves his mouth back over yours, swallowing your moans.

Your hands are all over, caressing his abs and strong arms, the muscles rippling in his back and Bakugo knows that if he’s not inside you soon he might burst.

He takes off the suspenders and shorts, motioning for you to follow in getting undressed. He’s about to remove the bowtie when you stop him, “What?” He asks, brows furrowed. You look away shyly, before muttering “Could you maybe, keep it on?” He’s confused, but he figures he’s pissed you off already, why not indulge you. He leaves the bowtie on before making his way back over to you, perfectly spread across the loveseat, “You know we don’t have to do this right? I-” “‘Suki, I need you to fuck me. It’s okay, I want this. Want you.” You say, locking your legs around his waist to keep him secure. He nods before kissing you deeply, though it’s different from your earlier kisses. This one is slow, warm and wet. It has your stomach turning in the best way possible. He slowly guides his cock to your entrance, the mushroomed head easing its way into your syrupy entrance, your slick coating his cock to make the glide easier.

Katsuki groans into your mouth when he bottoms out, the warm wetness of your pussy engulfing his cock has him shaking, the way your cunt sucks him in each time he fuck into you turning his brain to mush. It's so good. He swears he’s never felt this way before, almost like his soul is leaving his body each time his heavy balls smack against your ass.

And you’re doing no better, each time the head of his cock hits that special spot inside you, it has you creaming over his cock, a white ring coating his cock at the base, dripping down to his balls. You’re mewling each time one of his rough hands grabs at the fat of your sides, warm mouth engulfing a pert nipple as he sucks on the bud like a newborn baby.

It’s too much, but then again it's not enough. You need more of him, more more more.

He picks up his pace, slamming his cock so hard he’s practically kissing your cervix, sliding a hand in between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and you’re thrashing, the feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Can feel you clenching around me, fuck!” He groans, thrusting harder, faster inside you. You whine, nodding your head when suddenly you feel a harsh slap against your clit. You gasp, eyes opening as you look up at Bakugo. “Eyes open, princess. Want you to look at me when you cum. Want you to see who’s making you feel good.” He mumbles into your mouth. You mewl as you tighten around him, you orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You’re sure to keep your eyes on him though, keeping eye contact with Bakugo and it’s the intensity of his stare that has you gushing all over his cock, soaking him in your juices as you squirt for him. The sight has his cock throbbing and with a few more thrusts he’s filling you up, stuffing his cock so deep inside you you’re sure your womb is coated in him, cum hot and thick as he fills you up. The thought has you clenching around him again and he hisses from oversensitivity. He pulls out after a few minutes, his cock no longer plugging up the rush of cum gushing from your spent cunt. The sight has him groaning and well, he can’t leave you all messy, can he?

While you're still coming down from your orgasm, you fail to notice Bakugo making his way down, leaving trails of kisses in his wake. He spreads your pussy lips before taking a bold lick, the feeling causing you to gasp and jerk away from his hold. “‘Suki! No! ‘m too sensitive.” You mutter, trying to push his head away. Bakugo’s undeterred however, holding onto your plump waist and burying his tongue in your cunt, lapping up your shared juices, your combined flavor dancing on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, the feeling traveling throughout your body. You’re writhing beneath him, hips jerking and you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull away or wanting more. Katsuki seems to know the answer as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and it’s that which makes you cum for a third time, breath getting caught in your throat as you ride his face, grinding your pussy against his tongue. He’s drinking you up, slurping up everything you have to give him, and it’s then that he realizes he’s been grinding his cock against the couch, his second orgasm washing over him as he eats you out into overstimulation.

He pulls away after a few minutes, you both catching your breaths. He moves to hover over you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, the taste of you coating your tongue. He pulls away to look you in the eye, almost like he’s searching for something. “I love you.” He says after a few minutes. “I love you.” He repeats, holding you so close you can feel his heart beating in his chest.

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Shouta is so hawt so here we go.........

"Please Lemme taste you, just a taste" shouta says while grinding you down on his hard-on. But you know better its never just a taste, flashbacks from last week come back.

Flashback

"Please, i can't take it, can't cum again" "please baby give me one more, cmon be a good girl for daddy" he says while pushing two of his thick fingers into your sensitive sopping wet cunny. At this point you couldn't remember how many times you had came, but you knew you were approaching another one....

End flashback

"Sit on my face, wanna be between your thighs" he said rubbing his hand up and down your thighs. "Are you sure i don't wanna hu-" " I'm positive been watin for you to sit on my face". Shouta took you to the bed and laid down. You nervously took off you underwear and stardled his chest. "Tap my inner thigh when you need a break i dont want to kill you" you said while caressing his cheek.

" a death by your thighs is a death i wouldn't mind honey, now i wanna drown juices gonna be a good girl for me?" You shook your head yes and straddled and hoverd over his face. You were a were a confident brown plussize babe but momments like these make you self conscious because you didn't want to hurt him. Shouta noticed your hesitation " its okay darling your not gonna hurt, just wanna make you feel good." You gave him a nod and he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down. With one lick from your pussy to your swollen clit shouta was locked in on making you cum in his mouth. You moved your hips back and forth as you moaned " mmmm shii......feels so good".

You could hear shouta slurping and sucking on your clit. You could hear him repeating " gotta make you cum, taste so good."

He slid two of his finger into your sensitive pussy, he pushed against the spot that makes your chubby legs shake. " gonna cum, Daddy your gonna make me cum.

You felt shouta stop for a second and began apologizing" sorry i didn't mean- it just came out" " don't apologize baby, daddys gotta make his good girl cum right? Its what she deserves." He pushed your legs farther apart and sucked on your lips. He pushed his tongue though your abused lips and began to eat you out like a starved man. You could feel shoutas hips thrust up to find some type of friction. You tried to turn around but shouta pulled you closer to him. You felt the coil in your tummy getting tighter. "M'close please, im gonna cum" " c'mon darling cum in daddy's mouth." He said as he harshly sucked your clit. With a loud moan you came in his mouth. After you came shouta continued to slurp and lick up your juices." Please i can't, too sensitive." He placed one last kiss on your clit and you straddle his wait. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you. You could taste your self on his lips. " love the way you taste honey"

You laid against his chest and traced figure eights on his chest. Shouta placed a kiss on the top of your head " I love you"" i love you too" you said as your drifted off to sleep.

The end

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His Parents | Bakugou Katsuki

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Description: Meeting Bakugou’s parents for the first time, and seeing his crazy family dynamic. And you have a nice heart to heart with mama Bakugou. Also black reader cause I said so

Wc: 2.3k

Warning: FLUFFY, aged up Bakugou and reader, meet the parents, black female reader, female pronouns, swearing (this is Bakugou and his mother after all).

A/n: ngl this fic is super self indulgent but i hope yall still like it.

“Oi, get your ass up and go put on something nice. Somethin’ that’ll make you look like a girl for once.” Katsuki says as he barges into your dorm room. Something you were used to after how long you have been dating, so it didn’t really catch you by surprise.

You were laying in your bed, thoughtlessly scrolling through your phone when he walked in, stopping at the side of your bed. You put your phone down and looked up at him, slightly annoyed at his insult about your appearance.

“I always look like a girl you ass.” You tell him. The ash blond doesn’t respond, only looks you up and down with a quirked eyebrow. You looked down at yourself taking in the baggy grey sweatpants and oversized t-shirt you stole from him as well as the red bonnet covering your hair. You look back up at him with a frown. “You caught me at a moment of weakness.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just make sure ya look better than you do now and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes. Don’t be fuckin late!”

You quickly sit up on your bed and give him a puzzled look. “10 min-, Katsuki there’s no way I can get ready that fast. And you didn’t even tell me where we’re going.” You argued.

He kissed his teeth as he made his way to the door. “Just shut up and do it. If ya don’t come down in ten, I’m leaving your ass here.” He says before exiting your room slamming the door behind him.

You let out a sharp sigh at your boyfriend’s stubborn attitude. You were curious about where you were going but you knew he wouldn’t tell you until you got there. So you shrugged it off and stood up from your bed to get ready. But if he wanted you to ‘look like a girl’ you didn’t want to rush it. Beauty takes time after all. 

- 45 minutes later - 

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dry wells

summary: being dependable is hard when you have no one to fall back on. you learn that the hard way. aizawa is there to remind you that all you have to do is ask. 

word count: 3.0 k

pairing(s): aizawa shouta x reader

genre | includes: stress, comfort, sfw, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, one (1) swear word, brief self-deprecation

author’s note: this is my first work on here and it is purely self indulgent. i hope anyone who feels the same way gets some form of comfort and reassurance from this ! please let me know what you think ! also please ignore me mentioning in the heights in absolutely everything i do. i can’t help it lol

Shouta values functional relationships. Quality over quantity, as cliché as it is, is the bread and butter of his social interactions. His brunch meetups and nights on the town are few and far between, but, contrary to common belief, he enjoys them very much. He doesn’t spend extra time around people he dislikes, so if he’s doing anything, he does it with company he enjoys. It’s as simple as that. The amount of people that belong in his circle are small, and the number has been waning gradually over the years. Without question, his closest companions are Hizashi and Nemuri. As fed up as he acts with them, he leaves every moment with them feeling lighter.

Except for when they’re working. He’d never get used to their faculty room antics no matter how hard he tried. And they weren’t the only problem. There's just something about the fluorescent lighting in the school building that drains every ounce of energy from him. Factor all that in with less than 4 hours of sleep and problem children at every corner? Coffee never stood a chance. (That doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.)

Yes, it was exhausting, but Shouta likes to think he’s got it all under control. At least he knows what to expect. By now, it’s routine; Nemuri gossips about student drama (“Kobayashi Mariko from one of the second year support classes cheated on their girlfriend with a business department third year”), Hizashi reacts at a volume louder than necessary (“You’re kidding. The poor girl must be crushed”), everyone hears and begins to chime in (“I thought they already broke up, I saw her with Kato Misaki from general studies at the mall last weekend” “Well, that doesn’t mean anything. People go to the mall with their friends all the time” “But they kissed” “Tell me you’re joking”), Shouta sighs a deep, aching sigh in preparation for the headache that's about to kick in, and less than a minute later, right on schedule, a low chuckle comes from beside him as you set down a cup of coffee and greet him with a cheeky, “good morning, sunshine”.

Living the life of a hero, constantly stepping out into the world unsure if he’d return, Shouta has come to be appreciative of the slight pleasures in his life. One of those pleasures is you. He couldn’t always afford the luxury of routine, yet there you always were. You were just enough joy to last the day. Gentle when the time calls for it; brutally honest when need be. Comfortable in your skin, you expressed yourself in the way you knew others would understand while being unapologetically yourself. When Shouta started working at UA, he’d shadowed you for a semester, learning your tips and tricks for nurturing the new generation of heroes. Despite graduating the year after him, you’d established an aura of authority and dependability that not even he could ignore. Long after he’d done the same, you still offered your services and assistance in whatever way you could. How you managed to take on other people’s workloads he’d never know, he just knew he was grateful for you. 

You were a different kind of teasing than Nemuri, a tamer happy than Hizashi. You were reliable in every sense and unwavering in your identity. Students flocked to you for advice as you undulated naturally between teacher and older sibling. You could easily take command of a room and just as quickly get everyone laughing. You stomped out defiance and made tiktok references in the same breath. Your presence brought relief; if you were here, everything would be figured out. Everyone just knew no matter what it is, (y/n)’s got it under control. 

So when you shuffled into the faculty room half an hour late, eyes puffy and bloodshot, your usual confidence nowhere in sight, Shouta did a double take. The other teachers were preoccupied with this week’s “tea” (he’d heard Ashido use the term alongside other colloquial phrases he was far too removed to understand) and had yet to notice you. Judging by how you’d flinched at a louder than necessary gasp, it was a good thing. 

What was normally a purposeful strut to the coffee station was now an aimless lumber. You changed course several times as if you’d forgotten the configuration of the room. Your arms were unsure as they unfolded and reached for the pot. From where he sat, Shouta could see your hands shake while pouring your coffee. They hovered over the countertop awkwardly as usual routine became foreign to your distracted mind. You clumsily spilled sugar and whimpered as creamer splashed over the rim of the cup. Your arm knocked over the nearly empty container of stirrers as you reached for napkins and it seemed to be the final straw. Blinking rapidly at the ceiling and taking shaky breaths did nothing to stop the silent tears from burning trails down your cheeks. You sniffled once, twice, and rubbed frantically at your eyes. Shouta wasn’t one for comfort, but leaving you to break down in a high school teacher’s lounge over a cup of coffee at 7:30 am didn’t sit quite right with him. As he stood to confront you (confront sounded violent and all too certain for what he was about to do. What exactly he was about to do, he had no clue), you let out a choked sob and escaped to the door, leaving the coffee and stirrers in disarray on the countertop. 

“What’s wrong with (y/n)?” someone asked, as you pushed past Vlad and made a mad dash to somewhere beyond the lounge’s field of vision. Shouta was too preoccupied with packing his files and following you to check who said it. 

Sometimes Shouta forgets that you’re also a stealth hero, but moments like this remind him (he says “moments like this” like this happens often. He wouldn’t be chasing after you if this wasn’t out of the ordinary- if he wasn’t concerned). You were fast and, by God, were you hard to find. It didn’t help that classes started in less than half an hour and the early-bird students had started wandering campus. At least this proved you were more than capable as a hero; even in your distress, you could blend into a crowd with ease. 

He chased your trail until you hit a quiet stairwell and collapsed into a heap of sorrow under the railing. Now that you were within reach, Shouta realized he honestly didn’t know what to do. Operating at night and dwelling in the shadows for the majority of his career, Shouta had broken up trafficking rings, rescued victims of abuse, and toppled organized crime circuits, but comforting his colleague was way above his pay grade. But there was very little about this profession that involved staying in one’s comfort zone. It was as he’d overheard All Might tell Problem Child #1 (they weren’t slick; neither of them could whisper very well, let alone keep secrets), a hero’s body moves before they think. So here he was, body in a forgotten stairwell, mind still in the teacher’s lounge 3 floors and a 5 minute cardio workout away.

He didn’t know how many times he had to say it, but you’d been nothing but dependable. He’d never once had to worry about you. If he thought back far enough, your few encounters with him as UA students served memories of the same. You came just after Hizashi and Nemuri on the list of people he could tolerate, but higher than them at the same time. He wasn’t sure why. 

You always called a cab for him after faculty bar crawls, regardless of whether or not he was sober. You were the first face he saw after the USJ incident at the beginning of the year. You’d often come to his apartment (now his room in the dorms) to keep him company while you both graded papers. Late into an evening of exasperated comments and mood-lightening jokes, you, without fail, would snatch away his stacks of papers and force him to sleep. By the time he woke up, they were graded and organized by student and subject. 

He… liked having you around. Not just because you did things to help him, it was more than that, Shouta just had no idea what else it was. Maybe it was that way that before he entered the cabs you called for him, you always demanded he text you to let you know he was home. It may be hidden in how you would grab his arm when he waved off your worry, and you’d look into the depths of his soul with searching eyes. “I’m serious, Shouta. Promise me,” and he would, because he could never lie to you. 

Maybe the answer lies within the time you told everyone to get rest as you stayed to listen to the nurses explain how to change his bandages when the Nomu left him bedbound. How, like clockwork, you’d knock on his front door, push him onto his couch, and ignore his protests to change the bandages he had been neglecting for school assignments and patrol. Had it been Hizashi, he wouldn’t have made it past the door. Don’t get him wrong, Hizashi is still Shouta’s closest friend, but neither of them would have lasted the period of time it took to properly unwrap, discard, disinfect, apply, and rewrap. It was probably because he knew you’d make it easier that Shouta let you stay. That was definitely it. And it was because he was comfortable around you that he gave you the second spare key to his room. That’s also why he let you detangle his hair while he slept and you finished grading papers under his kotatsu. You made him comfortable and he was grateful, that’s all. Had he ever done anything to pay you back? He was too young for his memory to fail him, so the answer was probably no.

That changed today.

Your shoulders shook more violently as time passed and it made Shouta realize how long he’d been lost in thoughts about you and that he was yet to actually help you. Trance now broken, he took a seat next to your trembling form and inhaled deeply before speaking. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” stupid stupid stupid stupid why was that the first thing to come out of your mouth what the fuck they’re gonna say no and never speak to you agai-

You looked up abruptly, startling Shouta the slightest bit. You looked… awful. He wasn’t going to sugar coat it. Dried tears left tracks down your cheeks and fresh, hot ones made new trails right through them. Your eyes were hesitant- glossy and unfocused, lips etched in a wobbly frown. Your nose was running and your brows were pinched. Maybe this was more than Shouta signed up for. Before he could back away or call Nemuri or Hizashi for help, you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. When your wet face buried into his shoulder, Shouta sighed once again. When he asked if he could touch you he really only expected to put a consoling hand on your shoulder. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around your frame as you shook.

You both sat like that for a short while. No words were exchanged. Just you clinging to the fabric of his clothes and him holding you in place. You counted the dull thudding of your heartbeat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you acknowledged that it was beating in time with Shouta’s. At the calming realization that you weren’t alone, your hiccups slowed and reduced to occasional sniffles. That was good. You began to pull away, wiping at your face. That was not good. Shouta’s mind came to a record scratching halt. Why exactly was it not good? Sure he enjoyed having you in his arms but- no. He was going to stop there. This was much too dangerous a thought path to be going down. He was only here to comfort you. Let’s get back to that. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shouta looked down at you, still somewhat curled into yourself. Curled into him.

You then sighed and straightened, “I don’t know what there is to talk about. I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s all just too much, I can’t catch a break,” your voice wobbled again for a moment and Shouta was afraid you’d cry again. You swallowed thickly before continuing.

“There’s too much going on and no time to address any of it. Things keep getting piled onto my plate, but I can’t sacrifice the rest of what has to be done. Crime is skyrocketing, we’re switching curriculums, I just got assigned to the Shie Hassaikai case, and my family is in town. On top of that, Hound Dog doesn’t have enough space in his schedule to accommodate the influx of students seeking help, so I’m the temporary counselor. I’m applying for grad school right now and once I start there’s no end in sight,” as you made yourself vulnerable in front of someone for the first time, your voice increased in pitch.

“Everyone is suffering and I feel like I’m the only one who can fix everything, but I can’t. And it frustrates me so much because I always fix everything, so there has to be something wrong with me if I can’t do it now. I’m tired, but I can’t be. I’m drowning but I have to make sure everyone else gets to shore first. I’m scared of letting everyone down.” There. It was all out. Your dirty laundry was out in the open. The words that hung heavy in the air brought clarity as they washed over Shouta like the eye drops you once had to force him to use. He watched in understanding as you sagged against the steps behind you.

Of course you felt like you couldn’t catch a break. You were doing everything for everyone all the time. Everyone could depend on you but who could you depend on? Shouta cursed himself internally for not picking up the signs earlier. He prides himself on his perceptiveness, but he couldn’t see that one of his closest companions was working themselves to the bone. He was doing a terrible job. But there would be time to berate himself later, you were his priority right now.

“There’s only so much one person can give. A well has no use when it’s run dry. It doesn’t make sense for you to do everything in the name of pleasing others. You’re entitled to being selfish. You can say no. Nobody will fault you for it. You are a good person regardless of whether or not you help whenever the opportunity arises. You’ve done more than enough to last several lifetimes. Everyone cannot rely on you all the time. You cannot shoulder everyone’s burdens. Don’t forget that you can ask for help too,” that was more than Shouta had said at once in at least a week. How special were you?

“Does that mean I’m allowed to rely on you?” you peeked at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to conceal… something. Was it hope? Relief? Admiration? Whatever it was, it made Shouta nervous. He looked away.

“Of course. We’re... coworkers. And you’ve always been helpful, it would be remiss of me not to return the favor,” his words left a soft smile on your face. He hadn’t done much, just told you what you needed to hear. You’d need time to internalize it, but you were already feeling more grounded. And this coworkers thing...

“Just coworkers? You don’t sound so sure,” you teased as the tell-tale glow of red eyes and floating hair from Shouta’s quirk accompanied a light dusting of red on the apples of his cheeks. 

He stood quickly, brushing the dirt from the stairs off of his pants, “Class starts in 10 minutes, you should get cleaned up.”

You chuckled (that was good) and stood beside him. Without a second thought, you grabbed his arm and began to walk in the direction of the faculty room. You didn’t teach during the first period of the day, but he still needed his folders.

“I will. I just wanted to escort my coworker to his classroom first,” you reply cheekily. The pep returned to your step and your heart felt lighter. The only evidence that you had been anything other than happy was the redness of your eyes and the wet splotches in Shouta’s shirt. It felt good to have someone to rely on so you let yourself indulge in the feeling a little longer. You leaned into him as you conversed about everything from lesson plans to the menu Lunch Rush posted for the day.

“That musical you like, In The Heights, they made it into a movie right?” Shouta blurted before he could stop himself. Stupid stupid stupid stupid-

“Yes, they did. Why?” you knew why. You could hardly conceal your smile.

“Would you like to see it this weekend? With me, I mean. We could get coffee after. You deserve the break. Or we could just grade papers because-”

“Because we’re just coworkers right?” you cut him off with a sly smirk as you came to a stop in front of the teacher’s lounge’s doors, “I’d love to. We’ll talk details later, yeah? Class starts in 2 minutes.”

“Okay,”

“Okay,” there was that hesitation in your eyes again. Before Shouta got the chance to analyze what it could have meant, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and turned on your heels. You were going to talk to Nezu about taking a break.

He couldn’t keep the small smile off his face if he tried.

— —

“-And I heard from Rokuda from 3-C who heard from Kobayashi from 3-E who was walking with Takane from 2-D that (y/n) kissed Aizawa in the hallways yesterday.”

“I heard it was a little more than that, I’m talking janitor’s closet” “No” “Don’t shoot the messenger. That’s what I heard from Tsukino from 2-B” “Oh my God”

As you slid the door open, Shouta in tow, you cocked a brow at the quick hushes and suspicious eye-contact from everyone in the room.

“Did I miss something?”

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summary: it’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

word count: 0.9 k

pairing(s): shinsou hitoshi x reader

genre | includes: drabble, fluff, sfw, established relationship, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, lots of swearing (im not sorry), barely proof-read, kind of rushed/bad writing

author’s note: i’m not going to say this was based off of a similar situation i found myself in 4 days ago, but that’s exactly what i’m saying (it’s not that bad, i started a week before school resumes, not the night before). the passage at the beginning is actually an excerpt from the book i had to read. it’s called the landscape of history by john lewis gaddis. its really dense, but a really interesting read! anyway, enjoy! let me know your thoughts <3

“The advantage of science, John Ziman has pointed out, is that it provides “a consensus of rational opinion over the widest possible field.” To be sure, we can’t expect the methods of science to work with equal precision, or to command comparably broad assent, when it comes to the study of human affairs-”

“What the fuck does this mean? Maybe if I read it again? Or rewrite it in easier words?”

A consensus (a general agreement) of rational (logical) opinion over the widest possible field (a lot of stuff???)

“And you have the audacity to tell me my handwriting is shit,” a large cup full of something akin to ambrosia cut off your view of your, admittedly messily written, study notes. How you managed to look grateful and spiteful at the same time, Hitoshi will never know. He simply chuckled while ducking underneath the straw wrapper you’d flicked at his head.

“Give me a break, at least I have an excuse. I’m on a time-crunch, you just never try,” your exasperation punctuated by the aggressive stabbing of your straw into the coffee he brought you. Caffeine and fatigue use your eyelids as a battleground as you struggle to stay awake. A beat passes to let you gather your motivation and then your attention shifts back to the assigned reading you put off all summer. The reading you had to have a 3 paragraph summary and analysis written for by tomorrowㅡscratch thatㅡby today.

You know, you know. Summer vacation is long and you could have easily allotted a couple of minutes a day to make progress, but there was just so much to do! Sero, Ashido, Jirou, and Iida’s birthdays were all during break and you finally got a switch so you could play Animal Crossing and everyone has a year and a half’s worth of progress on you so you had to spend several hours a day caring for your island and you also had to go on dates with Hitoshi and rearrange your dorm room 3 times and… and do everything that wasn’t your summer homework.

So here you are, the night before the start of the fall semester, trying to save yourself from Aizawa-sensei’s wrath. You can do it! Just finish this chapter, then reread it to understand what it means, then outline the summary, then write it all out, then erase half of it because it isn’t good enough, and oh fuck you cannot do this.

A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat, threatening to wake the dorms. If only you could stop time.

“I told you to start earlier,” Hitoshi mumbled into your leg from his seat on the floor, chastising you softly. It wasn’t that you were a bad student, both of you knew that, you were just susceptible to distraction. Everyone was. You were just used to being bailed out and let that get the better of you this time. Everyone in the class was assigned different parts of the book, so you couldn’t copy. Aizawa made sure of it. If you start the semester with a bad grade, there’s no chance at redemption. Maybe the consequences for this would be a good wake up call.

“And I didn’t listen.”

“You didn’t listen.”

The room went silent save for the ticking of your Totoro clock counting down the seconds to your inevitable doom. You groan again and flip back to the beginning of your notes to see if you can bullshit enough to at least pass the assignment. Maybe someone with a time-stopping quirk will wander onto campus and give me enough time to-

“Hey! Give me my notebook back. I don’t have time for your teasing- what are you doing?” your protests die down as you watch your boyfriend scribble in the margins of your notebook. Some things were underlined, others crossed out. Arrows connected points across the page until your notes transformed into a spider web of words.

“You’ve already identified the main idea, you just didn’t realize it. Here are the supporting ideas. You don’t have to go into a ton of detail, it’s just a summary. You start writing, I’ll read the rest,” Hitoshi slides the notebook back to you in exchange for the book.

“You don’t have to. I don’t want you dealing with the backlash of my poor decisions,” you try to argue weaky. Hitoshi loves you so subtly. So quietly that you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. His love was selfless in a way that exceeded just his blatant lack of self-preservation. As blunt as he was, as much as he played the part of aloof and uninterested, Hitoshi was never not acting in your best interest.

“I don’t have to, but I want to, so I am. Now stop talking and start writing,” you scoff at the way he tries to brush off how much he cares, but start to type nonetheless.

“I can’t believe you tried to say shit about my penmanship when yours is literal ass. I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to tell if that was the kanji for flower or death,” you chide as the clock strikes 3 am.

“I think that has less to do with legibility and more with your illiteracy,” Hitoshi peeks up from the book to roll his eyes at you. You feign an offended gasp that dissolves into a small smile.

It’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

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bnha boys x poc!reader : Their favorite body part

A/N: Hey! I’m Em, and this is my first actual post on here. I’m still trying to figure out how this works so please stick with me lol. Also, please request! My request are open for literally anything and any character in BNHA.

Pairings: Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, Iida x gn!black!reader Pronouns: gender neutral WARNINGS: references some nsfw stuff, but no actual smut. Cursing.

Midoriya - thighs

Sure this boy may seem innocent, but when you're alone he's a little freaky. 

He loves your thicc thighs because they're soft and smooth and before you came along, he just never realized he was missing out on so much.

If you're insecure about your thighs, he will spend HOWEVER long it takes to show you that they are beautiful. 

If you're sitting on the couch, he'll lay his head in your lap. 

He loves to squeeze them and sometimes when you're out in public he'll put one of his hands on your thigh. 

He literally cannot keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

Bakugou - ass

Was this really a surprise though? 

He just strikes me as an ass man, don't get me wrong he likes tiddies too, but this boy LOVES your ass. 

It doesn't matter the size, big or little, he will always find a way to touch it.

If you're wearing jeans, he'll put a hand in your back pocket. 

If you're laying on your stomach, you best believe this boy will lay on that ass. 

When you hug, he'll be a little naughty bitch and give your ass a squeeze and then act like he didn't do anything when you send him a look. 

He'll always want you to sit on his lap too. 

When you throw that ass back at the club, you already know this fucker's gonna catch it ALL. 

He literally cannot get enough.

Sero - hands

He loves your hands. 

He loves how soft they are and he always wants to hold your hand. 

He can't get enough of looking at how perfectly your smaller hand fits into his. 

He loves pressing kisses to your hands and he absolutely loves it when your hands run through his hair.

He will always find a way to hold your hand. 

He will definitely always pay for your nails because he wants his baby to look good and feel good. 

He also loves watching your hands wrap around his di- umm but that's something for a different story.

Kirishima - hips

He absolutely LOVES your hips. 

He had never seen a girl with curves like yours, he fell in love with your body and after your first conversation he fell in love with your personality. 

He loves the way you look in skirts and shorts, but his favorite is the way your curves look when you were bodycons and tight dresses.

He loves to give you hugs from behind and wrap his hands around your waist. 

He will somehow find a way to always touch your hips. 

When you hug, hands on hips. 

When you kiss, his hands are on your hips. 

When you walk side by side, he'll slowly pull you closer and his hand will somehow end up on your hips. 

He 100% will grip those hips when y'all dance at the club. 

He loves to give you hickeys everywhere but you best believe that you'll find some on your hips the morning after.

Kaminari - tiddies

This boy lovessss tiddies, which isn't really surprising because he definitely seems like the type that would. 

He doesn't care if they're small or big, if you're insecure about them he will not stop talking and showing you how much he loves them until he convinces you that they are beautiful.

This motherfucker will have you sit on his lap and hug you and then put his head on your tiddies. 

When he hugs you from behind, he'll give them a squeeze and run away knowing you'll chase him and threaten to hit him. 

He won't learn though, because he will do it again a few minutes later.

When y'all are getting spicy, he'll definitely motorboat you and then ask to tiddiefuck.

Todoroki - legs

He loves those legs. 

As Meg said, "put them legs on his head, now he love tall women". You don't have to be tall though, but he can't stop looking at your legs, especially when you wear short skirts or short shorts. 

He loves how smooth they are. 

He will always find a way to make you put your legs on him. 

When you're on the couch, he'll move you so that your legs are on his lap.

When y'all train together, your hero outfit is basically a leotard (for a better range of motion), but he will literally get distracted because you look hot as fuck in that outfit. (as he should)

He loves when you wear heels too, because you look commanding and confident as fuck. 

During those spicy encounters, he definitely will put your legs on his shoulders and spend extra time kissing up your legs when he eats that wap.

Iida - lips

He loves everything about you, but his favorite physical thing is your lips.

The way your lips look heart shaped because of your defined cupid's bow really gets him going. 

He loves it when you smile, and when you talk he definitely zones out and watched your lips. 

You thought it was funny, and he blushed and denied it instantly, but you both knew the truth.

He also loves how soft they are. 

He will find any excuse to kiss you. 

Oh you got a question right when you were studying with him? kiss. 

You trained well together? kiss. 

You brought him food? kiss. 

Literally anything. 

He loves watching you put chapstick, lip gloss, and lipstick on. 

Like he will literally sit there and watch you. 

He also loves fucking your mouth, but we'll save that for later ;)

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Requesting Guidelines / Rules

THINGS I WILL WRITE: 

- any bnha boy - any bnha girl - sfw stuff - nsfw stuff - any gender identity - any sexuality - any race, though I’d like to mainly write poc because I think there’s a lack of them and we need more! - any religion (though I will have to do research first and if i get something wrong, please don’t be afraid to tell me and I will correct it)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE: (this list is subject to get longer as time goes on)

- rape - incest - non consensual anything

That’s basically it. So feel free to request and I’ll do my best to answer your requests in a timely manner! :)

Have a great day/night/whatever time you read this! 

- Em <3

Confessing to the Bros

Description: so basically, Sero is crushing on you and during a hangout session (boys only) they play truth or dare that turns into basically Sero confessing his crush and the others hyping him up. Warnings: swearing (bc why not), maybe some aww moments, mentions of substances (a joint) Also this uses gender neutral pronouns bc...inclusivity is seggsy

FLEXXX TAPEEEEE...anyways ON WITH IT!

(stick around to see a cute gif at the end)

YOU WERE WALKING into the dorms with your two girl best friends, Mina on your right and Jiro on your left. “Oh come on (Y/N) you’re literally one of the smartest ones in class, how have you not seen it?” Jiro pointed out, Mina nodding along with her.

“What are you guys talking about? I...I don’t have a crush on anyone and no one has a crush on me. Are you kidding?” You laughed, though you mostly sounded bitter. “Why would anyone crush on me when Momo is literally sitting a few seats away.”

“You’re joking right? You’re literally hot as fuck.” Mina replied quickly, scoffing at your self-deprecation. 

“Who has a crush on me then?” You quirked an eyebrow at the pink haired girl who’s cheeks seemed to blush a darker shade of pink before looking at Jiro who quickly averted eye contact. “Oh come on guys, please we’re best friends we don’t keep secrets.”

“It’s literally so obviously Sero.” Mina blurted out, before covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes widening. “You didn’t hear that from me!”

“No way.” You laughed in disbelief. There was no way he liked you. He didn’t even act any differently around you. “Where are the guys anyway?” You changed the subject as you got to the common room, sitting on the couch with the girls. 

“I don’t know. Kaminari was rambling about how, and I quote, ‘the bros need some time to reconnect and realign our chakras.’ Whatever that means.” Jiro rolled her eyes at the thought of the electric blonde.

“Mina did you tell him about subliminals and binaural beats again?” You asked, your eyes shifting to the pink girl who shifted uncomfortably in her seat, running a hand through her messy pink hair.

“Whatttt? Of course not...” Mina looked up at the ceiling before her eyes looked at you and Jiro. “Ok maybe...”

“Whatever, let’s go hang out in my room.” Jiro shrugged, growing bored of the common room as you all agreed to hang out in her room and listen to music.

MEANWHILE....

“Denki what the hell is this? I thought you said we were gonna watch movies.” Sero crossed his arms, flopping down on one of the beanbags in Kaminari’s room.

“Of course we aren’t. That’s boring. I only said that so you would come.” Denki scoffed before a large smile grew on his face. “We’re gonna play truth or dare!”

“That’s childish as fuck.” Bakugou growled from his spot on the floor, glaring at Denki who seemed to shrink in his seat slightly.

“Hey! No it’s not! It’ll be fun!” Denki replied in a sing-song voice, taking a blunt out of one of the drawers in his dresser. 

“Where’d you get that?” Kirishima wondered, glancing around at the other boys to see they had gotten significantly more interested than before.

“Don’t worry about it.” Denki’s shady response came before he lit it, opening a window and sitting back down, taking a drag and passing it to the explosive blonde. 

Some time had passed, and the joint was almost gone and the boys were definitely long gone.

“Alright...Katsuki truth or dare?” Denki asked between laughs as he laid out on the floor staring at the boy across from him. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name but only rolled his eyes in response.

“Dare...I’m not a fucking extra.” Came his response, causing the others to laugh.

“Mmm...” Denki, paused thinking for a moment before his eyes seemed to light up, a sure sign that whatever he was about to say was either dangerous, stupid, or a mix of both. “Strip to your underwear!”

“Your gay is showing Denki.” Kirishima giggled, nudging the blonde who laughed as well.

“Yeah well, he did it didn’t he?” Denki gestured slowly towards the spiky blonde who now sat on the rug in only a pair of black boxers. 

“Flex Tape...truth or dare?” Bakugou’s gruff voice said, pulling Sero’s attention from where he sat zoning out and in his own thoughts.

“Um...truth.”

“Pussy.” Bakugou snickered as Sero’s eyes widened and he stuck up his hands.

“No! I picked dare last time!” Sero protested.

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou shrugged. “Who’s your crush?”

“Wha-W-What?” Sero’s cheeks reddened significantly as the other boys giggled and nudged him. “I don’t have a crush..” The black haired boy answered, his voice going higher than usual.

“You’re lying.” Bakugou pointed out.

“I’m not saying.”

“You have to. You chose truth.” Kirishima pointed out as Sero rolled his dark eyes with a sigh, falling back to look up at the ceiling. He covered his flushed face with his hands.

“It’s (Y/N).” Sero mumbled, his words being blocked by his hands.

“Sorry, what was that?” Bakugou teased, his eyebrows raising in surprise that Sero had actually said something.

“It’s (Y/N).” Sero huffed, sitting back up before looking around. “Happy now? It’d never work anyway...they don’t like me like that.”

“It’s (Y/N)?!” Denki and Kirishima screeched, their smiles growing and eyes sparkling.

“I knew it!” Kirishima announced as Sero looked at the redhead dumbfounded.

“How?”

“Come on man, it’s not hard to notice. Every time you say something funny that makes everyone laugh, you always look at them to see if they’re laughing and then you smile more because you made them laugh.” Kirishima explains, making Sero’s face flush a deeper red.

“Plus you literally stare and drool over them.” Kaminari pointed out.

“No I don’t!” Sero grew defensive.

“Yeah you do...but I don’t really see it. (Y/N) is average at best.” Bakugou remarked causing Sero to blink rapidly.

“How can you say that?! (Y/N) is the most amazing person ever! They’re kind, super smart, they literally always help everyone around them no matter wh-” Sero paused his rant, flushing again when his eyes met Bakugou’s.

Bakugou sent him a knowing look as the other boys snickered. 

“And I can’t believe I fell for that.” Sero mumbled, crossing his arms in embarrassment. 

“First of all, you all owe me five bucks...second of all, now we just have to set them up! (Y/N) likes you, you know?” Denki said, holding out his hands as Kirishima and Bakugou begrudgingly dug through their wallets, fishing out the money and throwing it at the boy. 

“(Y/N) likes me?” Sero asked in awe, completely ignoring the fact that Denki and the boys bet on him and you. 

“I have my sources.” Denki replied trying to sound mysterious.

“Well, who said so?”

“Well Mina...” Kirishima began to explain.

So you stuck around...here’s your reward :)

SMILEY SERO!!!!

You Know What They Say...

Warnings: swearing, fluff Pairing: Bakugou x reader (I originally was going to do Kiri, but this doesn’t really fit him lol)

This uses gender neutral pronouns bc everyone deserves to see themselves in (y/n). 

Description: The first date with Bakugou was going awesome, well until (Y/N) and Bakugou went to see one of the worst movies they had ever seen...anyways Bakugou sat there oddly quiet until (y/n) started trashing the movie and cursing out the characters...Bakugou was pretty sure he wanted to go on a second date after that.

Anywaysss GO GET YOUR MANS....

YOU WERE WALKING down the hallway towards your locker since school had just ended, intent on grabbing your books and heading outside to walk back to the dorms. Well, that was your plan until you saw the blonde spikes that belonged to king explosion murder himself. “Hey Baku!” You called, speeding up your steps to catch up with his stride.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Big Hair.” He growled, shooting you a side glance. You smiled widely at him, laughing off the hostility as you slid your arm around his. He looked down at where your arms were connected but didn’t say anything about it, surprisingly enough. “I will if you go to the movies with me.”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment as you both walked outside, rolling his eyes before opening his mouth again. “Don’t make me regret it.” He said simply as you stopped, eyes widening in realization. 

“Wait so that’s a yes?!” Your smile widened despite his grimace.

“I said don’t make me regret it.” He repeated, his tone harsh, but once again you ignored it.

“Ok! The movie comes out this Friday! I was thinking about the 6:30 showing. We can meet here if you want?” You suggested as he grumbled something to himself before spinning around to look at you again. 

“I’ll be at your room at 5.” He said beginning to walk away.

“But the movie doesn’t start until 6:30...”

“We’re getting food first.” Bakugou answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyes widened but you said nothing, simply nodding before you sped up your steps again, walking next to him quietly as you both headed back to the dorms. 

You got in the elevator with him, the doors closing as you both remained silent, though you would sneak glances his way every now and then. You got to your room, stopping to unlock the door, not even realizing Bakugou had walked out of the elevator behind you, stopping and leaning against the wall opposite your door.

“What color do you like?” He questioned, startling you as you dropped your key staring at him with a hand to your heart. 

“Wh-what?” You blinked.

“What color do you like Dumbass?” He repeated a little more irritated than before.

“My favorite color? Why?”

“Just answer the question Dumbass!” His voice grew louder as you chuckled at his outburst.

“My favorite color is (your favorite color).” You answered simply as he nodded once and walked away. 

TIME SKIPPPPP

It was finally Friday and you had finished with school and had done your homework. You finished touching up your outfit and putting on your makeup (if you wear it, if not just ignore that). 

You turned to glance at the clock, being interrupted when a knock sounded at your door. You grabbed your phone and bag (if you want one, if not just ignore that) and opened your door. 

There stood Katsuki Bakugou wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He stuck his hand out as a faint pink dusted his cheeks, revealing a small bundle of flowers in your favorite color. A smile grew on your face as you took the flowers from him.

“Thanks Baku.” You said softly. “I love them.” You put the flowers on your desk in a half full water bottle, reminding yourself that on the way back you had to stop to get a proper vase for them.

You closed the door behind you, sneakily sliding your brown hand into his paler one as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. He didn’t protest to having your hand in his so you left it, not noticing the faint smile that sat on his lips.

Bakugou took you to a ramen restaurant and ordered the spiciest thing on the menu for himself and the second spiciest thing for you. 

“I could’ve ordered for myself, you know?” You said as you both began to eat, the ramen arriving after a short amount of time. 

“You can order next time.” He said after a moment causing your face to heat up at the realization. Next time.

“Let me try yours.” You pleaded, holding your chopsticks out. He rolled his eyes yet obliged, as you took some of his and you held your bowl out to him, offering some of yours.

“Mine’s better.” He remarked as you rolled your eyes with a smile. You talked about random things and about the movie which was supposed to be an adaption of a show you loved and that you had been waiting a year for it to come out. (Let’s pretend it’s The Last Airbender movie).

Over dinner, you learned that Bakugou liked it too and you began arguing about which nation was the best. Of course he said Fire Nation, but you said that Water Nation was best because Katara and Sokka were the best. 

“You know, Zuko’s pretty hot.” You said before drinking some water, watching as he started rolling his eyes and growing irritated. He was jealous.

“Whatever.” He huffed.

“Not you getting jealous over a fictional character.” You said teasingly, trying to hold in your giggles as his eyes narrow slightly and he scoffs at you, but doesn’t deny it. “Don’t worry Katsu, I only like one Hothead.”

“Damn right.” He replied proudly. “Hey who are you calling Hothead?!”

“You.” You replied. “Come on let’s go to the movies before we miss the previews!” You said as you took out your wallet at the same time he did. He pushed your hand away as he got money out.

“No.” He said simply as you continued to both try and put money to pay.

“Katsuki. I’m not letting you pay for me.” You said simply. You didn’t like when people paid for you. (When the author interjects herself into the character 😙) 

“No (Y/N).” He said, shoving the money in before snatching the check from the table before you could do anything. He ended up paying and you pouted at him. “What’s wrong with you now Big Hair?”

“I wanted to go Dutch.” You said as he rolled his eyes, before taking your hand in his again. (going dutch means splitting the bill in half, so you would each pay half.)

“Next time.” he replied simply before pulling you into the theater. Damn it, he did it again! Next time...

You both got into the theater, which was at the moment fairly empty since you had gotten there early to get the best seats. You pulled Bakugou around the theater to find the best seats, doing it twice until you finally decided on the seats right in the middle of the theater. “Are you done now?” Bakugou questioned with a raised eyebrow. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute what you had just done...though he seemed to be finding everything you were doing cute simply because it was you. 

“Yes.” You said triumphantly before tossing some popcorn into your mouth. The theaters filled up a short while later and before you knew it, the movie was starting. 

The arm rest between the two seats you were both in moved up, so the explosive blonde pushed it up and pulled you closer to him as you held the popcorn in your lap. You looked at him a small smile on your face, and he was thankful it was dark so you couldn’t see him blushing. 

It had only been two minutes into the movie and you already were angry about it, frowning at the way they had already pronounced avatar and it had only been the first lines of the script. “It’s Avatar not Oh-vatar.” You grumpily stated as Bakugou raised an eyebrow not expecting you to say anything, though you had been right. 

You were trying your best not to get angry, but M. Night Shyamalan was making it very hard. You were doing fairly alright and stuck to just angrily eating popcorn until this scene came up. 

(disgraceful...a joke....can you tell I'm not salty 😒)

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This movie is a fucking joke!” You said letting some popcorn fall out of your hand as Bakugou tried to hide his smirk by eating popcorn. 

It wasn’t like you were the only disappointed one either, the theater was full of fans and they were all disappointed. 

“It’s a steaming pile of shit!” You said angrily, looking over to see if Bakugou was agreeing with you. He simply looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Can you stop cursing? There are children present!” A woman said standing up in the middle of the theater, a few rows below you. She wildly gestured towards her six year old son sitting there looking embarrassed by his mother. He was gently tugging her sleeve to get her to sit down, but she wasn’t budging as she stared at you.

“Shut up Karen!” You called, rolling your eyes. She looked around to see who had said that as Bakugou burst out laughing.

“You are a horribly disrespectful child! Your mother should’ve raised you better! Letting you curse like that, she should be ashamed.”

“Hey shut the fuck up, shitty woman! Don’t talk about her like that!” Bakugou said angrily, creating sparks in his hand, his red eyes narrowing at the middle aged woman. The woman began sobbing and screaming as employees shut the lights on and the woman pointed the two of you out saying that you had threatened her and her son.

Needless to say, you had been kicked out of the theater and banned and the movie had ended for the night, though most people thanked you for them out of their misery. 

“What a bitch.” You mumbled as the two of you decided to walk around the downtown area since the movie had ended earlier than you had expected.

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t say anything but the smirk on his lips said enough. “What?” You questioned curiously.

“Nothing.” He said shaking his head as you walked into a store to buy a vase for the flowers that were in your dorm. When you arrived back at your dorm, the two of you hadn’t really talked that much walking back, but you didn’t need to it wasn’t an awkward silence...it was nice. “Next Friday.” He said simply before beginning to walk to his room. 

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, confused by what he had just said. “What?” You questioned, your eyes searching his face. 

“Dinner. Next Friday.” He said simply. “I’ll message you. Goodnight, Big Hair.”

“N-Night Hothead.” You called back after a moment seeing him walk away towards the elevator. He didn’t turn around, and you couldn’t tell from where you stood but he was smiling. Next Time.

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C-Can I request a nsfw of Hawks and a thicc black fem!reader with an owl quirk (Barnyard owl because they’re so cute)? While Hawks has wings on his back, the reader flaps her arms to make her wings appear, she has doey owl eyes, and is nocturnal so he probably sees her while she was flying to her balcony during his patrol at night (assuming she was a monster before seeing her flap her wings to make her arms normal). He falls for her cuz they relate to bird stuff, he likes how calm she is with how much of a bookworm she is (since owls are seen as symbols of wisdom), and he’s atttacted to her beauty. The nsfw comes in because birdman wants to court her and be intimate with her after getting closer to her after a few months.

(I’m so sorry for being so long and descriptive on this, you can ignore it if you want 😭)

“I Told You the Water Would Get Cold” - Hawks

So this took much longer than I had originally planned for, mainly because I haven’t written smut in a while and also because I wasn’t happy with it. So I rewrote it about 5 times, until I got this! I’m really happy with what I’ve written and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕🥺

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: NSFW (I’ll flag when it starts), oral sex (make receiving), fingering, penetration, swearing, part of it happens in the shower

The Pro-Hero was bored. It was a Tuesday night, and not much was happening, at least in terms of villains. Hawks watched the orange fade from the sky and turn dark from atop the building he had been sitting on.

He absent-mindedly watched the civilians rush home after being let off from their jobs as some walked down the streets heading towards work, most likely working the nightshift. A few people pointed towards him, though he didn’t care enough to detach a feather and hear what they had been saying.

That was until his attention was taken by the sound of flapping. He turned his head, his golden eyes catching a flash of white before it disappeared just as quickly as it came. “Oh come on, not another one of those freaky nomus.” He grumbled to himself as he pushed up off of the building and flew in the direction he had seen the streak of white go in.

He paused, landing on a nearby building when he saw the creature land on a balcony before flapping again and the large white wings disappeared replaced by brown arms.

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes to get a better look at the thing, which he now saw was a woman. He had never seen her before, though if he had, he knew he would’ve remembered her.

From what little he saw he could already tell that she was beautiful. Her skin was dark and it seemed to shine just perfectly in the moonlight. Her hair was dark and coily and reached her middle back.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to see much of her face, only her full lips that were shaped like a heart and her button nose. He had never thought a nose was cute before...it was a nose after all, but on her it was.

He found himself returning the next morning, taking a perch on the building just opposite the terrace she had been on the night before. He frowned seeing the dark curtains drawn over every window, disappointed he had not seen the beauty once again.

The next week he returned, taking up his spot on the opposite building. The sun had set half an hour before and the moon had risen. His eyes quickly traveled to the balcony from where he had been glancing at the stars when he saw the faintest movement behind the heavy dark curtains.

He watched as she pulled the curtains back, revealing her standing there, arms outstretched as she held the curtains back and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. The pro-hero took it as his chance to really look at her.

It wasn’t hard for him, with his sharp eyesight and all. She was wearing a pair of tiny black shorts and a yellow t-shirt with an anime graphic on it. The yellow contrasting against her dark skin perfectly. His golden eyes lingered on her legs, more specifically her thighs. They were shaped just perfectly and he couldn’t help but imagine what lucky bastard got to take a place between them.

His eyes traveled back up, stopping at her face once again. He froze when his golden eyes met her large brown ones. He had never seen eyes like hers. They held such an innocent gaze, but the small smirk she wore on her lips told him otherwise.

The girl had seen him, clearly, and yet she didn’t mind his gaze. She all but ignored it as she stepped back from the window and walked farther into the room, towards the bookshelf before grabbing something and flopping back down onto her bed.

His eyes narrowed at the position she had put herself in, purposely laying on her stomach so that he had gotten a full view of her ass and thighs. But what he didn’t know was that she was watching him through the mirror that hung in her room. She smirked seeing the interest that sparked behind his golden orbs, a slight look of pain in them. Probably because he doesn’t like being teased. She thought, another smile on her lips. She always had found it fun to tease. It was easy to weed out the less intelligent guys that way, and she had found herself taking an interest in the intense golden eyes of the man perched atop the building across the street.

She decided to get up from her bed after some time, opening the terrace doors to see what he would do, if he was even still there.

She locked eyes with him as she pushed them open, before smiling and stepping back inside, taking a seat on her bed. For a small moment, she grew concerned that he hadn’t understood her intentions until a gust of wind blew and the sounds of boots against the metal material of the terrace signaled that he had understood.

She sat cross legged on her bed, her chin balancing on her hand as she stared at him with her big brown eyes, watching as he stepped closer.

“I saw you watching me.” She stated, her voice breaking the silence and catching Hawks by surprise. Her voice was raspier and slightly lower than he had originally imagined it to be, but yet it fit her nonetheless.

“What’s your quirk?” He questioned, leaning against the doorway. He watched as her eyes raked over his appearance. He wondered if she found it attractive. She did.

Her lips gave a faint smile as she seemed to think of an appropriate response. “Barn Owl.” She stated simply, her voice velvety as she saw his eyes light up in interest.

“Wings?” He asked, watching as she stood up and walked over to him. She was slightly shorter than him and he found it cute.

“Not like yours.” Came her soft reply as she ran a hand along part of his red appendages. He had to stop himself from visibly shivering, though he wouldn’t have minded if she did that again. The crimson colored wings stopped their fluttering as soon as her hand made contact, the feathers going rigid. She pulled her hand away, watching as the wings began fluttering again, the feathers no longer rigid.

“No?” He questioned, noticing they had gotten significantly closer. He could see the soft shine of her lip gloss on her lips and he wondered what they tasted like.

“See.” She said as she stepped back and flapped her arms, her wings appearing where her arms had once been. He had never seen that before, then again he hadn’t really seen a quirk like hers before. She flapped them again and her arms appeared as her wings disappeared.

“I’ve never seen that before.”

“I’ve never seen you before.” She stated, looking curiously up at him.

“I’m Takami Keigo...Pro-Hero Hawks.” He stated, her wings fluttering behind him and his chest puffing slightly in pride.

“Mmm.” She nodded, looking at him with a small smile.

“And what should I call you? Beautiful?” He teased as her smile widened.

“That would work.” She teased back, sitting back on her bed as she gestured towards the chair in her room and the pro-hero sat. “Though, (y/n) would work fine.” She added.

“You like reading?” He questioned, eyeing the bookshelves that lined one of the walls.

“Where’d you get that idea?” She joked as he chuckled. “I find that characters are better than most people...and besides, it’s like escapism.”

The pair talked for some time, a few hours passing before the conversation began to wind down. She had never met anyone like him before, and he had never met anyone like her.

He left, promising to return the next night, and he did. The next night then turned into almost every night and that soon rolled around to months, though Keigo still couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t seen her anywhere except when he went to her at night. He didn’t mind much, just happy that the girl seemed to be just as attracted to him as he was to her.

The sun was setting, casting warm rays into the dimly lit room through the open balcony doors before the rays slipped away, replaced by the moon, sitting full and high in the sky. The dark skinned girl walked around her room, tidying it before deciding to take a shower.

Grabbing a fluffy white towel from her linen closet along with her change of clothes, she made her way to the bathroom that connected to her room. Setting her things to the side, she turned the chrome faucet, watching the cold water come rushing out of the rain shower head. Turning back towards the vanity, she unlocked her phone, synching it to the speakers that were built into the shower and clicking on the playlist titled Literally THE BEST songs ever.

The shower was large, taking up a significant portion of the wall, a built-in bench along the wall had her shampoos and conditioners to one side, her body washes placed on the other. The water turned hot and steam began to fill the room, the mirrors growing foggy. She left the door open, to let the steam out as she turned the shower light on, leaving the other bathroom lights off. It wasn’t like she needed them anyway, she could see perfectly fine without any light, part of the perks of her owl quirk.

Stripping from her pyjamas as the trumpet sounds at the beginning of Slow Down by Chase Atlantic began to fill the room. She stepped into the shower, standing under the stream of hot water, feeling it run down her body, the girl letting out a sigh as the heat relaxed her tense muscles.

“Tell me what it is you wanna know,” She sang along lowly, grabbing her shampoo from the bench and squeezing some into her hands. “Finish up the bottle then we’ll go, Babe.” She glanced down frowning as she tried to squirt more of the light colored and glistening shampoo into her hand, though the bottle seemed to be almost empty. How fitting. She thought to herself bitterly.

She washed her hair, singing along and dancing to the beat as she made sure her hair was creating a good amount of suds, showing her that it was finally clean. She rinsed it out, grabbing the matching conditioner and putting it into her hair, combing it through to detangle her curls as she let it sit for a minute, jamming to the next song before rinsing it out.

The red winged pro-hero had finished his patrol earlier than usual that night, deciding to head to (y/n)’s apartment instead of just going to his own home. The balcony doors were already open, as he landed the boots he was wearing softly thudding against the metal balcony before he stepped into her apartment.

He stepped in, finding her bedroom empty. Keigo was about to call for her, before he paused hearing the sounds of a song mixing with the sounds of the shower water hitting the tiles. “Kei?” He heard her voice call, catching him off guard, as he was too focused on trying to figure out what song was playing.

“(y/n)? Are you in the shower?” He called back, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he heard her mumble a curse and the sound of a bottle falling.

“Yeah...but…” She paused, the commotion going quiet, the only sound was the song playing in the background. “...you can come in if you want? You’re still gonna stay over, right?” She said unsurely. She had said it softly, and if it hadn’t been for his specialized hearing, he was sure he would’ve missed it.

“Yeah...yeah...but...Y-you want me to…”

“If you want to, I know we haven’t really done a-” She started to ramble, stopping mid-sentence when he appeared in the bathroom, already half naked. It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen each other’s bodies before, they had made out, and a few times it had turned into more; but they hadn’t actually done the whole penetration thing yet. Though they both weren’t virgins, by any means.

“Well, that was quick.” The owl girl mumbled, with a small laugh as she pulled Hawk’s into the shower by his hand. She turned, facing him as his hair quickly got wet. He put one of his hands on her hip, the other going through his own hair to push it out of his face. “Hi.” (y/n) said softly, looking into his golden eyes before they trailed down to look at his muscular chest.

“Hi.” He replied back, watching her big eyes snap back up to his face before she stepped closer to him, her hands going to his shoulders as he pulled her closer by her hips. Her hands went into his soft blonde hair, pulling a soft groan from his lips at the feeling.

He easily brought her into his muscular arms, moving so that her back was against the cold shower tile. Her back arched at the feeling, her chest rubbing against his before she settled back against it, getting used to the feeling. “Keigo, can I wash your hair?” She questioned, causing the male to blink a few times before nodding as she smiled widely, stepping back from him and grabbing the shampoo, returning to his embrace.

“Why that one? It smells girly…” He protested as she rolled her eyes, pushing him down so that he was sitting on the bench, allowing her to have full access to his blonde locks. She stood in between his legs, as his hands ran up and down her sides.

“No, I’m not washing your hair with some 3-in-1 bullshit.” She said, squeezing the bottle and putting some shampoo in his hair. She messaged it into his scalp, pulling small groans from him from time to time.

“That feels nice.” He hummed, his eyes closing momentarily before his hands found her ass and squeezed it teasingly.

“Keigo!” She laughed, hitting his shoulder playfully. “We can do that later.”

“How can you expect me to focus on anything else when you’re standing in front of me like that?” He pouted, using puppy eyes which usually worked on her.

“After I finish.” Came her response after a moment.

“Ugh...fine.” He rolled his eyes, his lips frowning before he turned so that his eyes were now focused on her chest. He bit his bottom lip, knowing that she would probably hit him again if he tried something else. He groaned at the thought. How could (y/n) tease him like that?

She rinsed the shampoo out of his hair before adding conditioner. After a few minutes and Hawks complaining childishly about how long her entire process was, she rinsed out the conditioner and that was all Hawks needed before he deemed she had done enough.

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He pulled her hand, trying to get her to sit on his lap but she simply smiled innocently at him, uttering an “oops” as she bent over right in front of him, ‘accidentally’ dropping the soap she had been going to put on the ledge.

He let out a growl at her teasing. “What are you doing, Baby bird?” He questioned, showing surprising restraint as she came back over to him. Though his quick actions showed anything but. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.

He leaned closer to her stopping a mere few inches from her waiting lips, a smirk taking over his lips seeing the neediness pool in her chocolate colored orbs. Her heartbeat increased until she could practically hear it in her ears, his wings looming over them before she let out a small breath, gathering the courage to pull him closer and connect their lips.

He would never get over kissing her soft lips, loving the feeling of warmth that came with it. He couldn’t help the way his own heartbeat thundered in his ears, just thinking about her lips and her perfect body.

His fingertips sliding down her sides before stopping and squeezing at her thighs that were wrapped around him, eliciting a small gasp from her, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, her vanilla smelling body wash filling his nose.

The girl was too distracted from kissing to realize that her hands had slid down his back and up to his wings, her fingertips ghosting over the crimson feathers causing the man to groan, his body shuddering involuntarily. (y/n) pulled away from the heated kiss, laughing lightly at his reaction to having his wings touched.

“Yeah, haha.” He said sarcastically, before his golden eyes glinted and he grinded her hips into his own, a small grunt coming from his throat at the feeling of her arousal so close to his already hard cock.

“Keigo!” (y/n) choked out, the sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, her eyes darkening as she looked down at where their hips met.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He mumbled, his yellow irises holding an almost animalistic glint in them as he watched her hips grind harder against him, her hands grasping at his shoulders to hold herself steady. “You’re that horny for me?” He asked, though it wasn’t a question he expected her to answer. “Gonna ride my thigh like that?” She whimpered at the rough edge in his voice. He grinned watching her continue what she was doing, grabbing her hips after a moment and holding them in place, causing her eyebrows to furrow as she looked at why he had made her stop.

“Keigo...why?” (y/n) pleaded. “Please do something.”

“So needy.” He mumbled against her neck before, he let out a shaky breath. “The water’s gonna get cold.”

“Please?” She begged, biting her lip as she slid off of his lap and sunk in between his legs, his golden eyes darkening to a butterscotch color as he understood what she was about to do. He looked conflicted over what to do, but the look dissipated at her next words. “I’ll be quick…” (y/n) added, rising to press a chaste kiss to his lips before returning to her knees. She took his shaft into her hands, running her tongue lightly over the tip while her large eyes kept his own hooded gaze. She repeated the action a few times, running her tongue along the underside of him, before pulling back and biting her lip, a small smile on her face.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He stated breathlessly, his mouth opening slightly as she spit on his hard cock, swirling her tongue around before finally taking the head in her mouth. “Fuck.” He breathed out, the words coming out airly and soft as one of his hands tangled into her hair, the other gripping onto the bench.

(y/n) opened her mouth a little wider before taking him into her mouth a little deeper, humming at the sensation, a moan bubbling from Keigo’s mouth at the feeling, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her. “Fuck, you take me so well, Baby Bird.”

Hallowing her cheeks, he groaned at the increased pressure on his cock, her hand wrapping around what she couldn’t fit, her wrist circling. His tip hit against the back of her throat, a moan coming from both of them, the girl enjoying the way her winged boyfriend seemed to be losing control and she was the cause of it.

As she moved up and down his shaft, he used his hand in her hair to move her along, trying his best to remember to not shove her down on his thick cock. His wings, seemingly matching his shaft, were erect behind him, the feathers stiff and rigid as a shiver ran up his spine, moans and grunts flowing from his mouth. His hand on her head forced her to increase the speed at which she had been bobbing her head, allowing Keigo to get closer and closer to his release.

“Fuck (y/n), I’m gonna cum.” He grunted as she hummed around him, letting him know that she knew. It only took a few moments before she felt him twitch in her mouth, her hand ghosting over his balls as he shot his hot load into her wet mouth with a loud moan of, “Fuck! Cumming!”.

She pulled back, swallowing it all as she released him with an audible popping sound, licking his tip one more time teasingly as she sat back on her heels. “You’re so good at that, Baby.” He cooed, pulling her up and onto his lap as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, tasting himself on her. He pulled back, but only enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes, a naughty smirk growing on his face as she shifted in his lap. “Are you that wet, or is that the shower?” He teased, already knowing the answer before he had even asked her.

“It’s because of you, Birdbrain.” She replied teasingly.

“Birdbrain? Don’t be mean.” He teased back before swiping a finger over her wet core, soliciting a mewl from her throat and a buck of her hips. “Now what do you say?”

“Please Keigo...fuck I’m sorry.” She admitted quickly, her tone dripping with need. “Ah, yes…” She moaned in his ear as he inserted two fingers into (y/n), his thumb lazily playing with her aching clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” Hawks screamed as the hot water quickly shifted to a frigid stream, completely bypassing the lukewarm water that acted as a warning. The ice cold water rained down on him as he held the owl girl up, her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, as he moved to turn off the shower.

The chilled stream turned off, the pair laughing as Keigo moved his fingers slightly, changing the laugh to a moan. “See I told you. The shower is probably the worst place to fuck.” He mumbled, his tone annoyed as she continued to laugh against him. “I should punish you for that.” He said, carrying the girl to her room and placing her onto the bed before hovering over her and roughly moving his fingers in and out.

His hawk like gaze watched her face, loving the way it would contort in pleasure when he inserted them far enough. “You’re so tight around my fingers.” He said, more to himself, but his words caused (y/n)’s walls to tighten around his digits. Her thick thighs tried to close, shielding her pussy from him. “Oh no you don’t, little owl.” His tone was mocking as he pushed her legs apart, placing his body in a way so she couldn’t close them again. His free hand rubbed at one of her thighs, squeezing it as her moans and the sounds of his fingers entering in and out of her, covered in her slick, filled the room.

“You gonna cum for me?” He questioned, watching her face as one of her hands gripped at the bedsheets, her other grasping at his shoulder as her nails pressed into his flesh slightly.

“Ah, fuck….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum!” She repeated the words with a nod of her head before her legs shook and her hot juices flowed from her quivering hole, his fingers covered in her cum. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking her juices from them before he smiled at her.

“Tasty.” Came his cringey reply, right after saying it his laugh filled the room as she let out an annoyed huff, coming down from her high.

“Can you shut the fuck up, Hawks.” She giggled before he chuckled again, though his eyes darkened and the laughter dissipated, his body already lining his already hard cock up with her still sensitive hole. He ran the tip over her cunt, a moan coming from her as she gripped the sheets harder. He thrust into her easily, her first orgasm making her ultra sensitive.

He sunk into her slowly, her sputtering walls squeezing him tightly as he dropped his head hovering over her smaller frame, moaning into her ear.

“Shit, you’re so big.” She said airly, causing Hawks to smirk.

“Oh, I know.” He said cockily. The black girl rolled her brown eyes, reaching up and pulling at his wing before flashing a look at her partner. “Ah, shit...okay…” He groaned in pleasure, stopping his movements once he was all the way in, their hips meeting. His golden eyes looking over her face that was screwed up in pain at how much his large size was stretching her. He pressed soft kisses to her face and neck before nipping at her collarbones, leaving marks that were just slightly darker than her already dark skin. “Can I move, Baby? It’ll feel better when I start moving, Love.” He told her softly as she opened her eyes, a few unshed tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah.” She hissed out as his hips began to rock against her slowly. Her hands wrapped around his back, her nails scratching at his shoulder and back as she tried to find something to steady herself. He hadn’t been wrong, after a few slow thrusts the pain had all but gone and was replaced with pleasure.

Instead of her face being contorted with pain, she wore a blissed out expression, her mouth falling open as moans tumbled out. (Y/n) arched her back, her hips moving in time with his as he seemed to find a way to hit even deeper, his thick length brushing against her g-spot each time. Her moans grew significantly louder as her grip on his tightened. “There?” Hawks questioned, starting to get wrapped up in the feeling of her warm walls squeezing him.

“There...fuck….right there!” She cried out as he nodded, his hips pistoning to hit that spot repeatedly. “Oh God yes….fuck Keigo!”

“Say my name Baby Bird.” He cooed in her ear, his voice breaking as he grunted, moving her leg and holding it up as he hit deeper into her. “Say it again. Let everyone know who fucks you this good.”

“Keigo! You do! You do!” She cried out, tears running down her face as the feeling became too overwhelming. Her legs squeezed around him, managing to push him even further as his thrusts grew sloppy, a sure sign he was coming towards his own climax.

“You gonna cum again for me, (y/n)?” He groaned into her ear as she cried out.

“Keigo! Fuck!” She screamed as her walls clamped down around him, milking his cock for everything it could give her. Her orgasm sent shockwaves through her body, the muscles tightening and her mouth falling open as her eyes shut tightly and her back arched. Hawks’ released inside her, thick white streams flowing from his cock, his own muscles tightening and wings taunt.

He slid out of her after the pair caught their breath, Hawks’ wings practically deflating as his muscles relaxed and he laid to the side of (y/n), her legs still twitching as some of their mixed juices trailed from her hole, her abused clit practically convulsing.

“(y/n)?” Hawks questioned, causing the tired girl to turn her head and look over at him. Her big dark eyes were half lidded still and the black pupils still blown as her chest moved and down quickly.

“Mmhmm?” (y/n) questioned, turning her sore body to lay on the pro-hero’s heaving chest.

“Love you.” He told her, pressing a kiss on her forehead, his chest vibrating. Hawks had always done that when they cuddled, the sound was soothing and (y/n) wasn’t necessarily sure if he knew he did that.

“Love you too.” She replied, her voice raspy and tired from their previous events.

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can i request bakugo with a black (or poc) s/o who has natural 4c hair and his reaction to it, since the reader usually wears her hair in braids. thank you :))

Hey! Thanks for requesting! 💕😊Hope you like it!

“Woah, it’s so fluffy!” - Bakugou

(also I added the gif to show what 4c hair can look like, for people who may not know)

Warnings: light swearing (because of boom boom boy), Mineta acting outta pocket (bc i need someone to do it, and it just fit for him), kinda soft Bakugou

The sun shone through the spaces in the curtains that weren’t quite covered, causing the room to light up with a dim glow. You got up, stretching before you opened the curtains fully brightening the room in an instant. Walking into your bathroom, you pulled the orange and black silk-lined bonnet off of your head, setting it to the side of the sink as you looked at what you would have to do to your hair.

You usually wore your tightly coiled curls in a braided style, the most recent being poetic justice braids, but you had taken them out since you had just gone through wash day, too tired to think about doing another braided style, you had let your curls be free.

You put the UA uniform on, adding a little more leave-in conditioner and styling gel to your hair before you used ECO gel to get your edges laid; smiling in the mirror when you liked the way it came out. You honestly didn’t care what anyone had to say about your appearance, you liked it and Bakugou had always told you that extras’ opinions didn’t matter. But that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous about what your ash blonde boyfriend would say. He had never actually seen you wear your hair like this, but he liked every single braided hairstyle you had done, and though he didn’t say it outright, he WOULD NOT stop showing you off and telling everyone that you were his girl.

You put your simple everyday makeup on and walked out of the dorm, grabbing your books as you headed to the Class 1-A classroom. You had planned to get there early, a habit you had picked up from the explosive blonde.

When you opened the oversized door, the room was pretty empty except for the Bakusquad that sat around Bakugou’s desk. You closed the door behind you, getting the group’s attention as Mina and Jiro’s eyes widened slightly, smiles on their faces.

“Woah (y/n)! Your hair is so pretty!” Mina exclaimed as you smiled, taking your seat next to your boyfriend, his arm instantly going around your shoulders. He wasn’t big on PDA like kissing and all that, but he would always touch you somehow, whether that be an arm around your shoulders or holding your hand.

“Thanks Mina.” You replied, flashing a smile at her.

“Why don’t you wear it like that more?” Jiro questioned. “It fits your face.”

“Yeah! It’s super cool (y/n).” Kaminari said as Sero nodded, looking at you intently.

“Yeah, it’s super manly.” Kirishima added, giving a nod as his sharp teeth shined when he smiled.

“It’s usually easier to manage when I wear it in braids.” You shrugged, pushing some of your coils back over your shoulder. A warm feeling filled you at your friends’ positive reactions, expecting someone to say something out of pocket about your hair. You looked over to see your boyfriend’s reaction, turning to find that he was already looking at you. “I just didn’t feel like doing it, yet.”

“It’s nice, Dumbass.” He mumbled as you softly smiled at him as the conversation turned to you explaining what wash day was to Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima as Jiro and Mina listened sitting next to you.

The rest of the class came through the door a moment later, the 3 foot tall boy’s eyes widening as they landed on you. “Woah! It’s so fluffy!” He said excitedly as he went to touch your hair, without asking you first.

You were about to react, until the ash blonde boy moved his arm from around you, quickly grabbing Mineta’s outstretched arm, holding him up above the floor, his other hand pointed at Mineta’s face. DON’T.” Bakugou threatened, letting a small scale explosion hit the boy before he dropped him as everyone else looked on, surprised that Mineta had even tried that.

Bakugou took his seat beside you again, placing his arm around you and pulling you towards him again. “You should wear it like that more.” Came his simple reply, quiet enough where no one except the two of you heard him. You looked up at him, dark eyes shining as you searched his face.

“Really?”

“Why would I say it if I didn’t mean it?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow at you with a frown. You chuckled lightly, causing Bakugou to narrow his eyes at you. “That’s why you’re a fucking dumbass.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dumbass.” You pushed his head playfully.

“Tch, whatever.” He grumbled, but you didn’t miss the tiniest smile on his lips as he rolled his eyes at you.

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Okay, I know I already sent you another request, but this one...I just had to drop this one on ya. Can I request Bakugo, Hawks, Shinsou, and Dabi’s reaction to seeing their black s/o getting hit on in the most cringiest, fetishizing way while they’re standing next to them? Since the s/o is dating them, they know the things that should and shouldn’t be said to a black person, but the weirdo goes to them and says things along the lines of:

“Do you taste as chocolatey as you look?”

“Lemme conquer you in the bedroom”

“Twerk on me like Megan Thee Stallion”

And “Our kids are going to be great athletes”

Like the she is just stunned into mortified silence since she couldn’t process the audacity for someone to say something so disgusting. She’ll let her man’s handle it cuz the last thing she needs is to be charged with homicide.

(Trust me, writing those lines hurt me but not as much as it hurt when I was told these things 🤢)

“Why Don’t You Just Do Us All a Favor and Shut Up?”

You don’t understand how many times a trashy guy has said something like this to me thinking I would find it cute or attractive. So gross! As a society we need to do better and stop sexualizing and fetishizing black women and girls.

also the gif has nothing to do with this, I just thought it was cute.

Anyways...starts below the cut!

Warnings: swearing, fetishization of black women and girls, sleazy trashy guys, protective boyfriends, sexual implications

“Katsu, can we get ramen at that new place that just opened up the street?” (y/n) questioned, her (eye color) eyes wide with anticipation.

“Ok.” The usually explosive blonde agreed, snaking his larger hand into her slightly smaller one. (y/n) had finished training earlier and since it was a light day, Bakugou had suggested they walk around the downtown area. “It’s over this way, right?” (y/n) nodded simply, looking around at the different shops they passed on their way to the new ramen restaurant.

Ever since Katsuki had begun dating the black girl, he had calmed down significantly, though only around her...with everyone else he was just as explosive as he always was. The black girl was fiercely protective over her friends and especially Katsuki, though he didn’t really need it; probably a part of her tiger quirk, though it came off as more endearing than annoying.

“What are you gonna order?” She wondered, making small conversation as they waited to cross the street.

“What I always order.” He answered simply.

“The spiciest thing on the menu.” (y/n) and Katsuki said at the same time, (y/n) rolling her eyes with a smile.

“You won’t have any taste buds left if you burn them all off.” She teased as Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes at her, holding her close to him as they continued to wait.

A whistle caught the couple’s attention, Bakugou’s eyes narrowing as they fell on two boys standing at a shop located behind where they were standing. The two boys looked the same age if not a little older than (y/n) and Katsuki, the taller one had lime green hair and matching lime colored eyes. His pale face had a smirk plastered on it. The slightly shorter of the two had pink hair the color of bubble gum, lavender eyes focusing on the black girl, a smirk on his face also.

Despite (y/n) usually being confident, there was something highly uncomfortable about the way they were eyeing her that made her uneasy.

“Hey Riku, you think she’d go for someone like me? You know I have a thing for exotics.” (y/n) turned around, deciding to ignore them, they weren’t worth the time. She gripped Bakugou’s hand, turning him around, trying to think of something to say to distract them both from the annoying boys.

The ash blonde sent her a bewildered look, confused as to why she wasn’t going to say something to them. “They aren’t worth it. They’re extras, right?” She joked, flashing a half smile at her boyfriend.

Bakugou tched, but decided not to say anything since (y/n) didn’t seem to want him to.

“You know why exotics are the best?” The lime green haired boy questioned, loud enough to make sure Bakugou and (y/n) had heard it.

“Why Riku?” The bubble gum haired boy said, a creepy glint in his eyes.

“Because of that fat ass.” He snickered. “You think she’d let me get a taste of that chocolate?”

(Jesus Christ, I cringed writing that. 🤢)

Bakugou’s head whipped around to glare at the two boys, (y/n) turning around to look at them, holding herself back, but too shocked by what she had heard to catch Bakugou before he did something that would attract the attention of police.

“You two fucking clowns better shut the fuck up before you get a taste of my foot shoved so far up your asses it’ll be coming out of your fat fucking mouths.” Bakugou growled, punching them each in the face, making sure to heat up his hand so that it would definitely leave a mark.

(y/n) looked around to see a few people watching, as she let Bakugou beat up the boys before she finally decided it was enough. She placed a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up, the feral look in his crimson orbs dissipating to a gentle one.

“I just wanna go. Can we please, before the police get here?” She questioned as he punched them and kicked them a few more times before standing up and nodding.

“You won’t be fucking needing these either.” Bakugou said, going through their wallets, taking the money out before snapping the cards in half and tossing them on the street next to the boys who remained on the ground. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, as she grabbed it and they walked across the street. “I hate these fucking extras.” He grumbled as they got to the ramen restaurant. Bakugou Katsuki had every intention of using the money he had just taken to pay for everything, it was the least they could do.

The woman was on her way to her apartment, getting off early from her patrol because not only was it a Friday, but the day after was her 23rd birthday and her pro-hero boyfriend seemed to have planned something, despite her telling him he didn’t have to.

Her phone rang, taking (y/n) out of her thoughts as she slid the answer button seeing her boyfriend’s picture pop up. “Hey Kei.” She answered happily, stopping at the corner, waiting to cross the street.

“Hey, Kid.” Came his response, causing the black woman to smile. “You got off early right? You wanna get (your favorite food/ drink)?”

“Really?!” (y/n) grew excited, her voice raising an octave as a laugh bubbled from her full lips. The couple was usually very busy and that meant they didn’t have a lot of time to just go to restaurants and walk around the downtown area, but since they had managed to get the afternoon and weekend off, Hawks was going to take full advantage of it.

“Yeah.” He laughed back. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Ok! Love you.” She told him.

“Love you too, Kid.” He said back before hanging up. (y/n) crossed the street, walking towards their favorite restaurant, her hero costume folded in the black backpack she wore on her back. She too was a pro-hero, though she wasn’t as popular as her boyfriend, she had recently gone pro in Japan, already a famous pro in her native country. She slid her phone into one of the pockets of her black jeans, her simple white t-shirt half tucked into her pants.

She increased her stride, her smile widening as she saw the crimson wings of her boyfriend up ahead. He turned around his own smile growing as she got closer. “How was patrol?” She asked him as he hugged her, the pair pulling away and intertwining hands.

“It was fine...kinda boring.” Hawks answered as they walked inside the establishment.

“Woah.” The cashier said softly, after ringing up your orders. Hawks paid, even though she protested though he responded by saying it was her birthday weekend and she wasn’t allowed to pay. The cashier, who seemed a little older than the two of the pros, named Ukyo, handed her her drink practically ignoring Hawks.

Keigo frowned, growing slightly annoyed, though he wouldn’t really peg himself as the jealous type, Ukyo just made everything very uncomfortable and Hawks was growing irritated that (y/n) was uneasy. It was the protective nature in him, which he would admit could get a little intense at times.

“Um, thanks.” (y/n) replied with a slightly awkward laugh before looking at Hawks to say she was ready to go. They had planned to walk through the park nearby. As they were stepping away, Ukyo called out.

“Hey wait, pretty girl!” He called out, catching the dark skinned woman off guard. “You forgot something.” She turned, raising an eyebrow before going back towards where Ukyo stood behind the counter. He held out a napkin to her, his messy chicken scratch handwriting on the piece of paper. “It’s my number. You should call me sometime, I’d love to get to know you more.”

“I already have a great boyfriend.” (y/n) replied, giving him a smile as he still pushed the napkin to her, managing to stuff it into her bag. At this, Hawks stepped closer, still remaining silent, wanting to let her handle it because he didn’t want to come off as overbearing or suffocating. “Really, I’m not interested. I love my boyfriend.”

“Who? Him? But our kids would be so cute! They’d be great athletes, you know?” He smiled widely at her, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her from leaving. Hawks had heard enough, at (y/n)’s silence and the way her eyes seemed to bore into his own, he dislodged some feathers, sending them at the cashier, stopping them a few centimeters away from him.

“Let her go, before you make me really mad.” Hawks said, glaring at the male, sharpening the feathers into blade-like devices, his golden eyes shining with anger.

“Chill out, Man! She’s hot! She was practically asking for it!” Ukyo put his hands up, Hawks’ eyes narrowing as a growl almost sounded from deep in his chest.

“You’re lucky my girlfriend’s here.” Hawks chuckled darkly, as (y/n) placed her hand in his own. “I would’ve cut your disrespectful racist ass.” Hawks walked away with (y/n), sending the feathers at the wall behind the cashier, just narrowly missing him.

Hawks smirked as he stepped outside, hearing the high pitched scream that came out of Ukyo at the feathers going near him, fearing he was about to be sent to the hospital. Hawks glared at him through the shop window, his wings flapping behind him as if he was about to send more feathers causing Ukyo to scream again, though this time a wet spot began to grow in his khaki colored pants.

Hawks’ eyes lit up as a loud laugh fell from his mouth causing (y/n) to laugh lightly. “Fucking bitch.” Hawks muttered as they walked towards the park. “I should’ve sent the feathers into him.”

“No, you did enough Kei.” (y/n) giggled, Hawks growing happy that he had gotten her to laugh after that rude cashier incident.

Every week after that Hawks would purposely walk past the shop, launching a feather through the window and into the wall, an adult sized diaper held to the wall by the sharp crimson feather, a note usually attached saying:

‘just thought you might need to start wearing these.

I hate you,

Hawks.

Ps: Show this to anyone, tell anyone about this, or do something like that to another person again and I’ll send the next feather so far up your ass, you’ll need surgery to remove it. xoxo’

(i decided to insert another character, like Mineta but 100x worse and not jokingly either. His name is Shintani Narisuke.)

(y/n) was sitting in the common room where everyone from the general studies class usually hung out during their down time. Although, surprisingly it was empty except for the purple haired Shinsou and his lavender haired girlfriend, (y/n). It honestly was just a coincidence that the pair both had purple hair, though the girls from their class thought it was the cutest. (y/n) placed her head on one of Shinsou’s shoulders as they watched a random movie on his laptop, pushing her goddess braids so that she could be more comfortable.

The common room was empty only because one of (y/n)’s friends and classmates had told everyone that they couldn’t go into the common room because Shinsou and (y/n) were on a date. Everyone obeyed her...she was kind of scary when she was determined about something.

“How can he just get away with that?” (y/n) questioned, placing some popcorn into her mouth, pausing to place some in Shinsou mouth as they continued to stare at the screen. The pair alternated, the next time Shinsou threw some into his mouth and then fed some to (y/n).

“I hate that guy...he reminds me of that annoying little grape kid in 1-A.” Shinsou mumbled, causing her to laugh.

“Mineta?”

“We don’t speak his name.” Shinsou joked as the pair broke out into laughs again.

“Hey (your nickname)!” The pair turned, Shinsou pausing the movie, to see Shintari Narisuke enter the room. (y/n) raised an eyebrow at the use of her nickname, that ONLY Shinsou used for her.

“It’s (your full name).” She corrected him.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The average height boy pouted, sitting down next to her, causing Shinsou to sit up more, a frown on his face.

“What do you want, Shintari? We’re busy here.” Shinsou chimed in, slightly annoyed as he rolled his tired purple eyes.

“Not that busy.” The aqua blue haired boy responded, flashing a fake smile at Shinsou. His eyes narrowed as the frown on his face deepened.

“What do you want?” Shinsou repeated.

“Hey (y/n)...” Shintari dragged out, looking at the black girl with big eyes.

“Yes?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you kind of look like Megan Thee Stallion?”

“No…” The girl answered, confused as to where this was going. To her they looked nothing alike, though she was one of her favorite female rappers. “We don’t even look alike.”

“Your ass does though.” He answered smugly. “You think you could split on me like she does?” (y/n)’s eyes widened as she tried to process what he had just said. She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that he would go that far.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Shinsou grew angry, standing up and getting in the blue haired fool’s face. He had noticed that she was still slightly shocked, which is why he decided to handle it, because normally she was the one that would jump to put someone who needed it in their place.

“She heard me. Right, (your nickname)?” He said teasingly, his eyes not even looking at Shinsou. The usually disinterested male grew increasingly more angry, at being ignored and at the boy for using his nickname for his girlfriend.

“Do you think you could answer something for me?” Shinsou questioned catching the boy’s attention as Shinsou’s grip on his shirt tightened.

“Yeah, what do you want, Villain?” Shintari asked, falling for the trap. Shinsou’s purple eyes glowed softly as he activated his quirk.

“Shut the fuck up and…” Shinsou paused, really wanting to tell the kid to go take a long walk off of a short pier, but he knew he would probably be in trouble if he did that, so he took a deep breath. “Lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week and don’t come out.” Shinsou ultimately decided, letting the boy go with a smug smirk watching him walk down the hall.

The purple haired male turned, his focus going to his girlfriend who had a sick look on her face. “You okay, kitty?” He asked softly, sitting beside her. She simply wrapped her arms around him, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I hate that asshole.” She mumbled.

“I do too.” Shinsou agreed. “I’m sorry he said something like that to you. That was fucking gross.”

“Thanks for handling it.” She half smiled at him. “I think I would’ve killed him...then he really would’ve called me a villain.”

“Who gives a fuck, let’s finish the movie.” Shinsou laughed lightly, causing her to laugh too. “Besides, he already calls me a villain.”

(For this one (y/n) works in a bakery)

The black girl came from the back of the shop, a tray of fresh cookies in her hands, the sweet smell filling the store. She opened the glass cabinet, carefully transferring the cookies inside before going to return the tray to the back of the bakery.

Customers sat throughout the store, reading books from the bookshelves in the corner, drinking their coffees and teas while working, or simply just enjoying the warm atmosphere with their friends. (y/n) came back to the front, taking her place behind the register after washing her hands.

She looked up from where she had been adjusting a machine to the door, the sound of the ringing bell meaning someone new had entered. “Hi Baby.” The deep gravely voice said. She could hear the smile in his voice as she looked up, her own smile growing as she immediately recognized the voice.

“Hi Staples.” She teasingly replied. “What are you doing over here? I thought you were busy today.”

“I needed more.” He replied, holding up the bag at his side with the black hair dye inside.

“You want my help when I get off?” She clarified as he nodded, his blue eyes looking over her appearance. “What? You don’t like my uniform?” A soft smile on her face as she wiped down the counter.

“No, you look good.” His signature smirk appearing on his burned face. (y/n)’s heart fluttered slightly, the fiery boy never failed to make her heart skip a beat even after two years of dating.

“I get off in 50 minutes. You wanna hang around? I just made a fresh batch of cookies.”

“The ones I like?” His eyes seemed to sparkle like a kid in a candy store. Dabi loved to act big and bad, and that side of him was definitely...hot, but you loved to see the goofy childish side of him as well.

“Yeah, your favorite.” She replied, a large smile on her face as he nodded quickly, the dark hood of the sweatshirt pulled up on his head. “Alright. Here. I’ll be done soon.” She handed him a few cookies, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he slinked off to the seat he usually took in the corner of the shop when he waited for you.

(y/n) watched as he stood, picking up a book he had already started last time he came, sitting back down and flipping to the page he had left off on. Dabi...Touya wasn’t a bad guy, no matter what anyone told her, otherwise.

She was pulled out of her thoughts at the chime of the bell, a blonde man walking into the store. He must’ve been a traveler because he looked lost, especially with the way he had pulled up directions onto his phone. (y/n) gave him a friendly smile, “Hi, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a...hot chocolate.” He said weirdly, giving her a smirk as his light eyes trailed up and down her body, at least the part that wasn’t hidden behind a counter. She nodded uneasily.

“Anything else?” Her mood had dropped, already tired of the male customer.

“How about your number?”

“No, sorry. I’m working and I-” He cut the girl off as she handed him his drink, ringing it up after she had made it.

“Come on, if it’s because I’m white...I’m hung like a black guy, if you know what I mean.” He said to the girl, Dabi’s eyes narrowing as he practically glared a hole through the blonde man.

“E-excuse me?” (y/n) repeated, blinking as she ran her hands over her apron, stepping back from him. She wasn’t even sure that had just happened, nothing that bad had ever happened at work before, just the occasional Wow, so pretty or Your hair is so fluffy, like a cloud from a few children when she wore it in an afro, that made her smile though, the kids were cute and everyone was generally respectful.

“If that’s why you won’t give me your number, you don’t have to worry about that.” He repeated.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up.” Dabi chimed in, catching his girlfriend completely off guard. She hadn’t even noticed he had come up behind him or moved from his seat.

“What’s your problem man? I don’t think this involves you at all.” The blonde guy shot him a glare before turning back to the black girl behind the counter and stepping closer. Dabi’s blue eyes seemed to hold small flames in them as his anger grew. A dark chuckle left his lips as he harshly brought his hand down onto the blonde shoulder, heating it up until the man’s jacket was practically smoking.

“That’s my girlfriend, man.” Dabi told the man mockingly, his voice low and his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t mind you calling her pretty, because she’s gorgeous but if you disrespect her, then you’re gonna deal with me.”

“Ew you fucking creep. I’ll call the police.” He threatened after turning and seeing Dabi’s face. Dabi tilted his head to the side slightly, a slow smile growing on his face, though it seemed more eerie than anything.

“I’ll give you something to call them about.” Dabi threatened. “Now, why don’t you leave and if I see you around here again, I’ll burn your ass so bad you’ll be virtually unrecognizable.”

“Fuck all of you. This place is shit anyway and the bitch behind the counter looks like a fucking monkey.” The guy announced going to walk out of the bakery.

“Not acceptable. Apologize.” Dabi demanded, his hand going around the blonde’s neck as he heated his hand up, making sure it would leave a burn.

“Sorry.” The guy cried out, Dabi rolling his eyes before shoving him towards the door, a scoff leaving his lips as the guy tripped on the way out.

“You know you’re gorgeous right?” Dabi questioned as (y/n)’s best friend and coworker told her to go home after that incident. Dabi grabbed (y/n)’s hand, waving back at her coworker before the couple walked towards their apartment, (y/n) excited to dye Dabi’s hair.

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AAAA IM SO GLAD I FOUND ANOTHER POC CREATER!! I read one of your imagines and I'm in love skcnsn- Now. For my ask- Can i have Iida or Baku x a chubby mixed girl 👉🏽👈🏽 Which ever you like writing for the most hun! I don't care if its sfe or nsfw- I just want my men 🙄🤚🏽 thank youuuu! 😚🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“A Mini Tenya!”

Soooo I decided to write this because Iida would literally be the best dad and omg the thought of Iida taking care of a child literally makes my heart gush.

Pairing: aged up! Iida x black!fem! Reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: cursing (bc of boom boom boy), fluff

ALSO...

Thank you so much for requesting and for the sweet message! It means a lot 😊 also I decided to write for iida bc I haven’t written for him much, hope that’s okay!

I also want to take a small amount of time to address a few things that I’ve been seeing recently on a few posts and on tiktok. Apparently some people are trying to say that Iida and Bakugou wouldn’t have a poc (more specifically black s/o) and that they would say the n word. Bruh...what the hell? Lmaoo. So to those people who think that, y’all can fight me bc they aren’t insensitive boys and they definitely would have a black girl/boy/enby s/o bc i say so and they just have that EnErGy. DO NOT RUIN COMFORT CHARACTERS FOR PEOPLE PLEASE. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk....

CHILE ANYWAYS....on with it

Tenya sat on the large grey couch in the living room of your new home. The television was turned on to the news station, the volume down to almost silent as he looked from the television screen where a story about Midoriya was playing down to the small white blanket that sat in his arms. Tenya smiled, carefully running a finger over one of the baby’s soft tan chubby cheeks as the little one let out a small gurgle, moving closer to his father’s touch. His usually serious gaze then turned to look at you, as you snuggled into his side the both of you watching your tiny baby sleep. You were in one of Tenya’s large sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, the warmth and the faint smell of his cologne were comforting. 

It had been two weeks since you had given birth to your baby, a son you decided to name Tenzen. When you had told your husband that you wanted to use the first syllable of his name for your son’s, he almost started crying out of pride. And now he couldn’t wait to show you both off to his friends, unbelievably proud of you for your strength and for bringing your son into the world. The small baby began growing fussy, opening his eyes to reveal dark blueish grey eyes, just like his father’s. “Don’t cry Tenzen-kun. What’s wrong?” Iida asked softly, his eyes quickly searching over the baby to analyze the problem. “Are you hungry?”

“He can’t be yet, he ate like 15 minutes ago.” You added, “maybe he needs to be changed?” Tenya lifted the small baby, his face quickly morphing into a frown. 

“He needs to be changed.” Iida agreed. “I’ll take care of it.” You let out a sigh, even though it had been two weeks, your body was still tired and you couldn’t help but love how hands on your husband was because it gave you time to rest. 

“I’m going to jump in the shower.” You said, passing the nursery on your way to your master bedroom to freshen up before your friends came over. After your shower, you pulled on a simple long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of leggings stopping to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Your body had changed some since you had been a student at UA and even since before you had had your son. Though you had never been a stick, at least that’s what Tenya called it, you hadn’t really been self conscious about it until now. Though Tenya constantly told you that you were beautiful and he didn’t want a twig for a wife. Sometimes he would absentmindedly trace your stretch marks as if they were tattoos, telling you that he loved each and every single of them because they made you you. You stepped away from the mirror, reminding yourself that you were a BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK WOMAN and a queen and anyone who said otherwise was stupid as fuck,  before returning back to the living room. 

“I hope you continue to be a good boy for your mother. She’s an amazing woman, you know. She’s one of the kindest and strongest people I know, you and I both got very lucky and she’s obviously the most beautiful woman, I’ve ever met. I hope your personality is like hers.” You stopped in the hallway, hearing Tenya talk to your son. “Anyways, a lot of people are very excited to meet you, Tenzen, that’s why I put you in your favorite outfit.” He said. You knew that the supposed ‘favorite outfit’ was actually a black baby onesie with a cartoon Ingenium on the front, you had gotten it as a joke...apparently not so much of a joke anymore.  You walked into the room from your spot in the hallway as the doorbell rang, Iida handing you your son who made little gurgling and cooing noises as he latched onto one of your fingers with one of his tiny hands. 

“Tenya! (y/n)! You had the baby!” Mina rushed in excitedly, Bakugou, Denki, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsuyu, and Uraraka walked in afterwards, Jirou being out of town visiting some relatives. After you had transferred to UA in 2nd year, you had been accepted into the Bakusquad while he had been in the Dekusquad. 

“Hey Mina.” You smiled widely, happy to see your friends as Tenzen started to grow fussy at the loud noise, standing up to hug one of your best friends as the baby gave her a judgemental stare. 

“He’s so cute!” Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu cooed as they gathered around, eager to watch the little baby in your arms. 

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked as they all nodded quickly. You laughed, passing Tenzen to Mina as everyone sat around the room, talking and laughing. 

“He doesn’t even look like you, Dumbass.” Bakugou remarked, holding the little boy, hiding his smile as your son grabbed his finger. “Tch, he’s cute or whatever.” Bakugou admitted before passing him to Kirishima and Denki, a proud smile on both you and Tenya’s faces. 

Bakugou hadn’t been wrong. Your son had gotten most of his looks from his father, sharing the same eye color and shape and same smile among other things. While he had gotten his lips and hair type from you. His skin  tone was a shade or two lighter than yours and his hair was one shade of blue lighter than his father’s.

“He obviously likes me the most. I’m his favorite uncle, I already know it.” Kirishima beamed watching as the little baby seemed to smile up at him. 

“That’s fucking dumb and you know it, Shitty hair. It’s obvious it isn’t any of you.” Bakugou replied, rolling his crimson eyes and eyeing the baby. He didn’t mind holding your son, Hope he isn’t as much of a narc as his dad. Bakugou thought.

“Watch your language in front of my son!” Iida scolded, shooting an icy glare at the hothead who simply tched. 

You laughed observing everyone from where you sat, happy that your best friends had met your little boy and he hadn’t peed or thrown up on them...yet.

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