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So I was cleaning listening to my “falling in love with 2d characters” playlist and Love by Keyshia Cole came on and I thought about Dabi.
Im thinking of writing a slow burn love story with Black Fem! Y/N,cute right yuh sooooo I was thinking about all Dabi simps...why aren’t we in a fucking clinic. Think about your in love with a fictional burnt pshyo mass murder with ✨DADDY ISSUES✨....correction ✨FaMiLy IsSUeS✨ but like WHY,are we ok?
The answer is no over here but like damn,why don’t I care that if he felt like he could kill me in my sleep because I looked at hawks wrong and he wouldn’t even care he killed me....anyways that’s it
(Like he’s killed children....but I’d never snitch on daddy)
I want to play a game with the mha characters called “WHO KNOCKED THE BICTH UP!” like a game show of people guessing who my baby daddy is. Cus after tonight BICTH IM A MOTHER
If you know you know I LOVE me a good Wattpad story but lately I haven’t been doing ANY READING but early this morning I decided to read a story that was in my list. I regret everything but nothing at the same time.
My nose is stuffy I just finished balling my eyes out and if you want some of the cutest angst in your life.
hey batter batter hey batter batter step up to the plate Deku simps. Summoned by the queen keikaminari is a short tale of the love between a boy who wants to become a hero and the ghost girl him and his classmates summoned. I 100% recommended it and it’s super easy to finish I did it in one siting!
Damn I’m still crying....but go read this NOW!
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!
The Main Three With A S/O Who Wears Her Hair Natural
Feat: Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo x POC!Reader
Todoroki
-Is at first the most clueless man on the planet
-He’s one of those Mf’s whose hair is perfect no matter what (lucky bastard)
-So when you say it's gonna take around six hours to REALLY wash your hair
-He thinks he heard you wrong.
-Now once you give him some time to really learn how to understand your hair
-He's in that bitch
-First thing he notices is how you're making do with the bare minimum
-Because let's be honest hair care is expensive
-And hes like “oh fuck no” hes gotta get you right
-He can afford to buy you “cantu” and “Miss Jessies” so just GO WITH IT
-He actually enjoys watching you do your hair
-Will stand in the doorway and just watch
-Thinks about how focused you are
-Mostly amazed with how you can do your hair without being able to see the back
-Is constantly coming up to you with photos he sees on the internet
-“Y/n do this to your hair”
-“Uhuh toooo I got much hair for all that”
-“Oh…”
-On the times when you do go for a protective style he is always pleased by the sudden switch up
-Thinks braids and twists are super cute
- you take him with you to get your hair done
-Asks your hair lady a lot of questions
-They almost throw you out
-INSISTS THEY PUT GOLD STRING IN YOUR HAIR
-All in All this man is fully devoted with you on your hair care journey
Bakugou
-Almost aggressive about how much he loves your hair
-Also having hair gel that works on his hair is a plus
-Always on your ass when it's wash day
-“I'll just wash it tomorrow”
-“No tf you won't”
-Helps you braid it when you want a braid-out
-Constantly bitches about your hair care being all over the fucking place
-Once he sees how hard it is to do your hair, he wants to be the best at it
-Does all the research
-Only lets you buy hair products without alcohol in it.
-Volunteers to hot oil massage your hair
-Came to you about rice water treatments
-INSISTS ON DETANGLING YOUR HAIR IN THE SHOWER
-Annoys you when ever your DOING, doing your hair
(you know like when your going to an event and you say to your hair “bitch you gon fucking stay in place today” im talking that two layers of edge control type shit)
-Bakugou: *goes to touch hair while in progress
-Bakugou: *gets popped with a comb
-Bakugou: “G A S P”
-He thinks protective styles are super cool
-Cannot comprehend how they do it
-?? like where does the hair go???
-But he does agree with the end result
-Is like the bratty child in the hair salon
-Asks every five minutes if your stylist is almost done.
-Catches an attitude whenever you say no
-He may not be obsessed with your hair, but it is one of the things he loves most about you
Midoriya
-Can definitely relate a little to your struggles
-BUT DOES NOT PRETEND TO KNOW EVERYTHING
-He still does his research, because who are we talking about here
-Masters ALL braiding techniques
-Like to wash your hair for you
-Enjoys watching it curl up when he runs a brush through it
-Constantly reminding you when it's time for your next hair care treatment
-One time he asks to do a hot oil treatment with you, and his fridays are never the same again
-It ADDICTED to how soft his hair is
-You can never leave him out of another hair treatment again
-He likes watching you do your hair
-Especially cornrows
-Thinks its cool how fast you can go
-And all the cool patterns you can do
-Buys you little accessories likes clips and bobby pins because he soon learns you can never have to many
-Between the two of you there is a lot of stray hairs around the house
-Asks to brush out your hair
-The first time he sees you in a wig he is fairly convinced that you're not his girlfriend
-Like seriously questions it until you snach your wig off in front of him
-Helps you trim your hair when it comes time
-Puts you bonnet on when you fall asleep
-CONSTANTLY touching your hair (smelling,twirling,stroking, DOING THAT THING WHERE YOU PULL A CURL AND IT BOUNCES BACK….continuing on)
-Honestly Izuku loves you, and your hair is just another part of you sooo he loves that too.
Thanks for reading!!!
Walking in on s/o Dancing Around The House
Feat: Bakugou, Kirishima, And Izuku
* warning:suggestive asf
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Bakugou
-It takes a lot for this man to think something is loud, since he is constantly setting off explosions
-Your song of choice was Cocky AF by Megan Thee Stallion
-Needless to say the house was V I B R A T I N G
-He hadn’t even pulled into the driveway and he could hear the music
-He thought he was trippin until he reached the steps and felt it
-The fucking hook came and the beat dropped
-Walks inside ready to find a house party or some shit
-Nope
-Just you on the counter of the kitchen making dinner
-Like ON TOP of the counter
-Who tf did he marry
-Cause it wasn't you
Was going to say something until you started spitting
-“ tell’em use a lot of spit, so i can keep a glossy pu$sy”
-Hold up…. Glossy what?
-Oh ok
-Snaches you up off that counter so fast
—“ I mean if it's glossy you want…”
—“ katsuki WAIT the food”
—“ nah nah it's too late for all that now”
Kirishima
-I think this man only listens to one playlist
-And it's his workout playlist
-So he's coming home up the stairs
-And he hears the bass
-He”s like “ o ok 😯”
-What he doesn't know is that he's about to hear Katrina by black fortune
(your welcome for the turn up)
-And he's very confused
-Cause the most hip hop he's ever listened to is Rich The Kid
-And he opens the apartment door to a glorious sight
-You, RUTHLESSLY throwing it back during the beat drop
-His brain almost explodes
-Since when could your back do that
-And why has he never seen it ??
-His mind is taking him to some very interesting places
-But he is a gentlemen through and through
-So he closes the door and announces himself before coming in
-Remembering to keep this in mind for later
Izuku
-This boy is another level of clueless
-It was a Saturday morning
-And it was late because he was just waking up ( a tradition on days without patrol)
-But instead of waking up to you sprawled across the bed
-But instead he woke up to Dior by pop smoke
-I mean yea, it was also accompanied by the smell of breakfast
-Because let's be honest our number one hero deserves it
-He assumed it was that “scrapple” you were always talking about (I will only eat it crispy)
-And he got up and made his way to the kitchen
-On to walk right into the face of a “WOOOOOO”
-He sat down with a coffee and watched you make the rest of breakfast
-Dancing along with your music, watching every movement of your hips and spine….
-And he was suddenly very awake
-As soon as he food was served he scarfed it down and praised you aggressively
-But not before suggesting you spend the rest of the day in bed.
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🥺: i totally didn’t mean to rip on rich the kid like THAT. I just heard his jeweler is suing him for around 230,000$ and I laughed.
Anyway thanks for reading!!!
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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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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Hi 🥺 Can I request head cannons of Shinsou, Kirishima, Mirio, and Hawks with a fem!black!crush that has a beautiful resting face and a just as gorgeous smile? She’s just chilling. Melanin glowing, curls/locs popping, and full lips glossed up to perfection; Sis is just fine for no reason but suddenly one of these bois does something that makes her smile or laugh and their hearts just nut.
Hi love 🥺💕 Yessss I love this request! And don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about your other request ❤️✨😙 (it’ll be posted in the next 1-2 days 👀)
When Their S/O Is Just That Fine - Headcannon
Characters: Shinsou 🤯, Kirishima 🦈, Mirio 🦸🏼♂️, and Hawks 🦅
Warnings: best boys fanboying over a black ✨queen✨, soft boys, fluff, tiny bit of swearing
Shinsou
Hitoshi has a hard time expressing his feelings at first, so he mostly just watches
He started developing a small crush as soon as she walked through the classroom door
He had never seen someone that looked like her and baby boy was ✨starstruck✨🤩🤩
He swears he literally almost passed out when the teacher was assigning her seat because he secretly wanted her to sit next to him
She sat in the row next to him so that he was on her right and the window was to her left
Shinsou KNEW he definitely was crushing on her hard when she treated him like a normal boy and didn’t care about his quirk being a stereotypical villain quirk
It was a sunny day and she had gotten to class early because she wanted time to talk to her friends (also because Shinsou usually got there early)
When Shinsou tiredly walked through the classroom door, his eyes widened because of how she looked
He literally thought he died and went to HEAVEN because of the way the sun shone on her making her melenated skin glow
She wasn’t talking to her friends at the time because they hadn’t gotten there yet so she was drawing, completely unaware that a pair of purple eyes were watching
She wore a content expression on her face as she looked at the drawing, narrowing her eyes before erasing something
She nodded once to herself, causing a few of her long locs to fall into her face
Pushing the hair out of her face, she looked to her right, smiling when she saw Shinsou taking his seat
“Woah...” Shinsou mumbled unconsciously, causing the girl’s nose to crinkle slightly as she tilted her head in confusion
“What?” She questioned and Shinsou’s face grew hot realizing he had said it out loud.
“No-Nothing!” He answered quickly, the blush dusting his cheeks seeming to redden. The girl’s smile widened as her dark eyes shined in the sunlight.
“Come on, Shinsou...”
“Y-you just look really pretty.” He said softly, avoiding her eyes for fear of rejection. His eyes focused on her shiny lips, covered in a layer of lip gloss.
Poor Shinsou...baby boy was not confident when it came to her AT ALL
“Thanks Shinsou...” She replied, her own face growing hot. “You’re so cute!” She told him happily, though Shinsou couldn’t believe what she had just said
INTERALLY COMBUSTING... “Th-thanks.” He said shakily
Shinsou couldn’t keep his eyes from the dark skinned girl for the rest of the day
Kirishima
Kirishima would definitely try to get advice on his crush from Denki (even though Mr. Electric literally doesn’t have game)
Little shark boy was coming back from the weight room with Bakugou, Sero, and Kaminari
The Bakusquad girls and Kiri’s crush (who is also in the Bakusquad) were chilling in the common room
(FYI...Kiri’s crush can climb on walls and ceilings because she can control matter)
Mina was complaining about an upcoming assignment as she was sitting on the ceiling cross legged, listening to her friend complain
Kiri literally had to remind himself to walk because as soon as his eyes fell on her, he stopped
She literally was just sitting there and listening to a conversation, but Kiri couldn’t help but see the way the sunlight coming from the sunset outside was shining on her dark skin making her ✨LITERALLY SPARKLE✨
Her hair was curly and somehow stayed in place despite her sitting upside down.
Kiri was soaking up every detail from her eyeliner that framed her dark eyes, to the way her curls framed her face
Kiri’s red eyes couldn’t get over her lips though....what this boy would give to give her a kith kith 😘😘
She jumped down from the ceiling, as she applied a thin layer of lip gloss on her full lips and Kiri knew he was gonna get clowned for staring...but he didn’t give a SINGLE SHIT
Jirou made a quip back at something Mina had said and the girl laughed and Kiri could’ve sworn it was the most melodic thing he’s ever heard
This boy is CRUSHING HARD (just like the rest of him....jk....unless 😏)
“Oh hey Sharky!” The girl said, waving at him with a smile
“H-hey!” His voice cracked slightly and Kaminari and Sero were laughing.
“How was the gym?” She asked the question generally, but her eyes never left Kiri’s.
“Fine.” Bakugou replied gruffly.
“Kirishima has something to say to you!” Kaminari blurted out as you raised an eyebrow at him.
Kirishima hardened his hand and slapped Denki in the back of the head before flashing a bright smile at her as if he didn’t just concuss the boy
Denki went into his brain dead mode, and his crush laughed causing pride to bubble in his chest, at the expense of his friend of course
“Do you wanna...” the girl said trailing off as she gestured over to a more private area. Kiri simply nodded
“GET SOME!” Mina yelled as the two left and Kiri’s face was almost as red as his hair
His crush’s face got even hotter as she bit her lip...a nervous habit
But girl....shark boy was malfunctioning at that
Kiri ended up making something up and stuttered so his crush asked if he wanted to get ramen that weekend
Kirishima practically jumped up and down but held it in giving a simple “yeah.”
Mirio
Little blonde boy literally was SHOOK at the fact that she basically had the same quirk as him 😳
After that, he promised himself that he would get to know her more
Though he didn’t realize he would start crushing on her
They were studying in her dorm room, both sitting in this giant beanbag chair in the corner of her room
Mirio was trying his best to stay focused but he couldn’t help letting himself daydream when she was THAT close
Mirio loved watching her explain things, he didn’t even care what she was explaining, it was just the way her eyes seemed to light up
Every time she explained something and he understood and explained it back she would get this huge smile on her face
“Mirio?” The girl said waving her tanned hand in front of his face. She placed her hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly to get his attention
Mirio blinked looking at her with wide blue eyes before he looked down to see her hand on his bicep.
“Sorry.” He mumbled as she dropped her hand, a small laughing leaving her moisturized full lips.
He was sad when her hand dropped from his arm.
He grabbed her soft hand in his calloused one and held it, causing the smart girl to stutter before coming to a stop in the middle of her next explanation
“M-Mirio?” She questioned, her face growing hot.
“How are you even real?” He questioned. He had meant to say that in his head, but that didn’t seem to happen. Her brown eyes blinked a few times before she smiled shyly at him.
“I-I’m really not all that...” she laughed lightly as he shook his head
“Definitely not true. You are all that...an-and more!” He quickly stated back.
“Boi...if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing so hard right now.” She said softly wearing a small smirk.
“Really?” Mirio questioned.
“You don’t realize how smooth you can be.” She said as his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink at the sight of her laughing lightly.
She put her head on his shoulder, the smell of her shampoo and conditioner and curl cream wafted from her soft hair and Mirio wondered if that was what heaven smelled like 😇🙏🏽✨
‘She called me smooth....and I made her laugh’ Mirio couldn’t get the thought out of his head and the sound of her laugh...he would NEVER forget that
His heart was LITERALLY in her hands at this point....She has him wrapped around her finger and he knew it and he was fine with that
Hawks
This man LOVES to take her flying especially early in the mornings or during sunsets
He never would tell her why, but it was secretly because he loved watching the way the sun hit her skin just perfectly
Chicken Wing almost dropped her the first time because he hadn’t been ready for the sight of that level of beauty 😔
He had to get her chicken nuggies to be forgiven
He also loved flying with her because her arms would wrap around his neck and he loved how close it made them
Keigo’s heart literally squeezed in his chest when he heard her laughing happily as the wind whipped through their hair
Her laugh boosted this man’s pride so much he felt like he could single handedly take on 10 nomus.
“Keigo?” She called, causing him to look at her with his golden eyes.
“What’s up, Birdie?” He questioned a soft smile pulled at her lips at the name
“Do you wanna get food?” She questioned as he landed at their apartment.
They were roomies, though Rumi was convinced they were dating....they already acted like it tbh
“Yeah.”
“Ok, let me just get fixed up.” She said, disappearing into her bathroom.
Birdbrain walked to his room, to change his clothes to something more comfortable when he had to pause because of her
She was standing in front of the mirror, leaning forward slightly as she ran the dark lipstick on her heart shaped lips
Hawks had to blink a few times because he wondered if she knew that was his favorite shade on her
Newsflash: she did and that’s why she wore it
“What? You see something you like?” She teased, looking at him through the mirror, her white teeth shining
“Mmhmm.” He said, a smirk growing on his face as he nodded, causing her to laugh lightly 😏
His smile widened as he walked to his room to change
He promised himself that he would ALWAYS try to make her laugh no matter what because it was his favorite thing...yes even more than chicken
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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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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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hi hi hi !!! i was wondering if you could do a bakugou x indian reader who’s from new york?? like lwky veronica lodge and/or blair waldorf vibes ?? like she’s really cheeky and sophisticated and gives a lot of gifts?? like someone could give her a hug and boom the next day ‘ here’s a 12k bracelet from tiffany & co 😃😃 ‘ IDK I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE FUNNY OR SOMETHING IDK I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO WEIRD LMFAO
“And I Thought Momo & Todoroki Were Rich”
Pairings: None Pronouns: She/Her Word Count: 1k Warnings: None
Being the daughter of two high profile parents came with its perks. Your father’s business was considered a tech giant, and it made him one of the richest men in the world. Your mother had been the United States’ top neurosurgeon, before she retired deciding instead to focus on her philanthropic passions of bringing healthcare to developing nations through Doctors Without Borders. (My point is...y’all are rich rich)
“Alright everyone quiet down. There’s a new student coming today.” Aizawa stated tiredly, his shoulder length dark hair falling into his face a bit. He stood against the desk at the front of the room, his eyes going to the door when he saw the door knob turn.
“I hope it’s a hot girl!” Mineta remarked as Hagakure pushed him off his chair causing the short boy to fall face first onto the ground. Hagakure wasn’t a mean person, he just got annoying.
The door opened to reveal Nezu standing beside you, a brown skinned girl (BrOwN sKiNnEd GyaL..i’m sorry i had to). To the others, you seemed friendly enough with your full lips pulled up into a soft smile. Your dark hair came to just above your shoulders and you wore a simple red headband in your hair. “Hello everyone. I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.”
“Woah? Where are you from? Your accent is so cool!” A blonde boy with a black lightning bolt in his hair asked, his eyes wide and a large smile on his face. “I’m Kaminari Denki, by the way.”
“I’m from New York.” You answered before taking the only empty seat which was beside a boy with half white and half red hair.
“Why’d you come to Japan? New York seems much cooler.” Mina sighed. “I’ve always wanted to go!”
“My dad is expanding his company and my mother wanted to expand her charity. I don’t mind though.” You explained with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Wait a second! Ochako it’s your birthday?!” Mina announced suddenly, after receiving a notification reminder on her phone.
“My birthday’s tomorrow, Mina.” The brown haired girl with rosy cheeks corrected her.
“It’s your birthday tomorrow? What do you like? Jewelry? Perfume? Shoes? Concert tickets?” You questioned thinking about some of the things you had given as presents to your friends in the past.
“N-no, that’s too much!” Ochako’s eyes widened as she shook her head.
“That’s okay. I’m sure I’ll be friends with everyone here, if that’s what you’re worried about?” You tried to reassure her. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ochako...I’ll surprise you then? Do you like pink?”
She nodded as you made a mental note. You had seen a really pretty necklace with a pink diamond in the center that was in the shape of a heart. You had originally wanted one for yourself, but it would be much more fun to match with someone.
After your first day of school at UA had ended you had been standing outside waiting for your driver to take you to your father’s company where you would meet your mother to go out to dinner.
“(Y/n)!” You turned hearing your name being called as you waved over to the group of girls and boys that were approaching you. Kaminari, Kirishima, Ochako, Midoriya, Jirou, Mina, Hagakure, Momo, and Bakugou (who had been dragged by Kirishima) came to stand near you.
“Oh hey guys! Thanks for making me feel welcome today! You all are great friends.” You smiled at them, before glancing behind you to look at the road to see if your driver had come yet.
“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow since today’s Friday?” They asked you as you thought about it for a minute.
“Tomorrow…” You paused running through your schedule. “I think I’m free tomorrow. Do you want to come over to my house? We just finished moving in!”
“Sure. Send us the address!” Mina answered excitedly as everyone nodded, even the explosive blonde agreed.
“We can have a party for your birthday Ochako! It’ll be perfect!” You said excitedly as you clapped your hands. “I’ve gotta go talk to my event planner! I’ve gotta get decorations! Wait...what kind of cake do you like? Do you even like cake? Maybe cupcakes?”
“E-event planner?”
“Yeah...I can’t plan a party by myself without input from him.” You said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s great! I gotta go! See you tomorrow! I’ll text you the details tonight.” You called as you walked off towards your vehicle where your driver was waiting with the door open for you.
It was the next day and the doorbell rang signaling that your new friends had just arrived. You opened one of the two large front doors to see the group holding snacks and gifts.
“Happy birthday Ochako!” You smiled, holding the small long blue box with a white ribbon wrapped around it. You pulled her into a hug as she entered your home along with the rest of the class, before you stepped back allowing everyone to enter. You handed her the gift. “I hope you like it.”
“(Y/N)! T-This is too much! How much did this cost!” Ochako was practically speechless after puling the ribbon off and opening the box, her eyes wide as she held the beautiful necklace in her hands. It was a heart shaped pink diamond on a gold chain.
“Do you not like it?” You grew concerned. You always thought you had been a good gift giver, your old friends had always loved the gifts you gave them in the past.
“N-No I love it! It’s just really expensive isn’t it? How much did it cost?” Ochako questioned as you helped her put it on.
“Don’t worry Ochako! I got it at a great price because my mom is friends with the jeweler.” You explained. “It was only 1,470,490 yen! Isn’t that such a steal!” You said as everyone’s eyes widened at your smile.
“1,470,490.00 yen! (Y/n)!”
“I know, I feel kind of bad, I should’ve paid more.” You shrugged a small frown on your face. “Why are you all looking at me like that? Was it a bad gift? All of my other friends loved when I gave them gifts like this?”
“You spent more than one million yen on a necklace for someone you barely know.” Bakugou broke the silence with a roll of his crimson eyes. “Dumbass.” He added after a moment
“It wasn’t that expensive, relax guys. That’s only like my weekly allowance.” You said with a laugh and shrug. “Now come on! Let’s party!”
“Weekly allowance?” Kaminari sweatdropped. “And I thought Momo and Todoroki were rich.”
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Can you do HCs of Shinsou, Amajiki, Bakugo; teen!Aizawa with a South African s/o who has people saying some annoying comments to her just bc she's from Africa. Like someone says that they're sorry that she struggled with poverty (girl is from a super wealthy family that can buy their family), or say some gibberish with clicks and asks her to translate (s/o can speak five languages: English, Zulu, Xhosa, Afrikaans, and Japanese; understand others. Xhosa has clicks). They ask her if she had...
cont’d request: Pt.II - to hunt for her food (Umm, no. Cape Town has supermarkets and she knows what pizza and Japanese food is, guys). Someone just can't believe that South Africa has TV and internet, while s/o literally has a cell phone with all of the social media and has friends/family from South Africa. When class is over, someone asks why isn't she wearing "African" clothes (bc Africa is country, not a continent) when s/o is just wearing basic clothes. People be stupid.
“Don’t Be Stupid” - Headcannon for Shinsou, Tamaki, Bakugou, and teen!Aizawa
Hey! Thanks for requesting! Hope this is okay :)
Pairings: Shinsou, Tamaki, Bakugou, teen!Aizawa x reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: ignorance, cursing
Hitoshi didn’t really give a flying fuck about what others thought, mainly because most of the time people didn’t even want to be around him because of his “villain quirk”
But just because he didn’t care what they thought about him, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t fuck somebody up if they messed with you
Shinsou is a quiet guy for the most part, but he was super perceptive
So when he heard that the little ballsack haired toddler from class 1-A was spreading rumors about you, he was angry
You had no problem explaining to people about your home country of South Africa, especially if they asked nicely
But one day when you were walking past Class 1-A when school had just ended, intent on meeting your boyfriend outside to go walk to the park together, you heard Mineta spewing shit about you and South Africa
“Yeah they’re a bunch of savages over there! They literally hunt for food with spears and everyone is poor and they use goats as money.” Mineta said
You stood by the door to see what they were going to say before you chimed in and told them what South Africa was actually like.
“Mineta that’s literally cap and you know it.” Kaminari chimed in with a roll of his eyes.
He had been spending so much time around you and Shinsou that he started even using your slang unconsciously.
It made you smile a bit.
“Kaminari you’re dumb as rocks. How would you know?” Mineta defended himself.
“Anyways, apparently because they’re so poor they steal a lot too. Maybe that’s why my jacket went missing after I was around (y/n)...Like I said they’re a bunch of savages, she probably doesn’t know any better.”
Now it was time for you to chime in.
“Why the fuck would I want your ratty ass jacket anyway? I don’t steal and that’s not what South Africa is like. Denki knows because I told him about it. I’m not poor, I just don’t flaunt my wealth, and if you really want to know I could buy your entire family with my own net worth.” You remarked, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.
Bakugou sat in the corner watching the whole exchange with a small smirk on his face...he enjoyed confrontation too much.
“Oh and we do have supermarkets where we buy our food from.” You add as an after thought. “If you wanted to know about South Africa, you should’ve just asked like a normal person instead of spewing shit. Have a nice day.” You left the classroom after that a smile growing on your face as you heard Kaminari and Kirishima scold Mineta for talking shit behind your back.
Yeah...that was the last time he did that because after Shinsou heard what happened he found Mineta the next day and threatened him so bad he peed his diaper.
Tamaki was a pretty reserved guy and when you two began dating it surprised mostly everyone because you two were so different
Honestly, Tamaki literally looked at you like a goddess and it annoyed him when people were just plain ignorant
Usually when he was annoyed he would rant to you about it or Mirio or Nejire, and then he would go sit in a corner blushing about how he feared he was oversharing
PLS HE’S SO CUTE
um...N E WAYS...
You had been a transfer into the class when they were second years after your father decided to expand his international company to Japan, meaning you had to leave your home in South Africa
You were upset at first but you quickly made friends with the Big Three and Leonardo Subarashi, who was also from South Africa.
So it came as a surprise when one of your friends, Tsuki Vinsmoke started talking shit about your homeland even when two of her friends were from there
“They literally live in huts with dirt floors. Maybe that’s why they’re so dirty and poor.” Tsuki laughed with two of her bitch friends, standing right near you
You turned to look at her with a frown on your face, practically daring her to say something else.
“I don’t even know how those two got here. They don’t even have phone service over there.”
“Hey (y/n)?” She said a little louder, as you turned around again, placing your pencil down and momentarily ignoring your school work.
“What Tsuki?”
“Why don’t you wear African clothes? Like those weird scarves and cloths or whatever? Are you ashamed that you came from dirt poor people? I would be.” Tsuki wore a nasty smile on her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle with malice.
“There’s no such thing as African clothes Tsuki. People wear the same clothes here that they do in South Africa...why would I be ashamed of such a culturally rich homeland? I’m proud to be South African, and besides I’d suggest you do some research before you start talking to me about being poor, especially since I’m way richer than you.” You gave a fake sincere smile before glancing over at Tamaki and your friends who gave you a thumbs up as if to say Destroy her.
So you did...in the end you got sent to Principal Nezu’s office after you made her cry and she lied to your teacher saying you had threatened her life like a dirty savage
Tamaki had to hold you back with some help from Mirio before you decked her
Nezu didn’t really care and gave you a donut from the order that had been in his office before sending you back to class
Needless to say, Tsuki got suspended for being racist and perpetuating a hateful environment in the classroom and nobody else messed with you, not even her little friends who sucked up to you after Tsuki went on suspension.
Why would anyone even bother saying stupid shit about you when you were just as hot headed as your explosive boyfriend? I don’t know, but they did
Of course everyone from class 1-A was smart enough not to start anything, but it seems Monoma wasn’t as smart
The annoying overly entitled blonde from class 1-B, had started out by asking you simple questions about your homeland, things like:
“What’s it like there?”, “Is it always sunny?”, “Have you seen a rhino or lion before?”
Then they started getting kind of ignorant and annoying.
“Hey (y/n)? Can you speak African?”
“No Monoma because Africa is a continent made up of many countries, each with their own languages.” You explained, wasn’t he supposed to be smart? “What are you doing Monoma?” You asked, with a raised eyebrow as he started to make strange noises at you.
“Shit for Brains, leave us the fuck alone.” Bakugou grumbled from beside you after he finished chewing his food.
“It’s you language right? Can you understand what I said?”
“No dumbfuck. You sounded like a dolphin.” You remarked as a few of your friends laughed lightly.
“I’m surprised you understand...I heard your people aren’t very smart...you know products of their environment, it’s unfortunate really. I’m sorry that you lived in such poverty, but you should consider yourself lucky, now you get to live in dorms and sleep in a real bed and not on a dirt floor.” Monoma went on and on and you were growing increasingly annoyed as you friends sat there in shocked silence.
“You know what Monoma?” You said with a fake smile as you spun around. “I’ve never met anyone as ignorant and stupid as you. I’m not poor and I never was, I slept in a real bed with an actually comfortable mattress unlike the ones here, and I much smarter than you ever will be I speak five fucking languages and I can understand more than that in others. Would you like me to tell you to fuck off in another language since you can’t seem to understand Japanese?” You asked as you raised your eyebrows with your arms crossed over your chest, as if waiting for his answer.
He stayed silent.
“That’s what I thought. Maybe you are smart after all?” You added teasingly, watching him be dragged back to his table by Kendo.
Shota Aizawa never really had many friends, usually more laidback than others were comfortable with, but the ones he did have were the complete opposites of him
Hizashi and Shirakumo were loud pranksters, while you and Midnight were talkative and enjoyed messing with him.
Most of the time he ignored the pigheaded bully that was Sensoji, because he usually only picked on Shota, but when Sensoji realized that you were Aizawa’s real weakness, he started to hound you.
And Shota was NOT having that
It all came to a head after he battled against Shota during a training session.
“Your useless just like your quirk Aizawa.” Sensoji sneered at your boyfriend, glaring down at him.
“Your nothing but a waste of space.” Sensoji added seeing the way that his insults didn’t really phase Shota.
“Hey leave him alone! What is wrong with you!” You intervened pushing the broad shouldered boy away from Shota.
“What are you that weak that you need your little safari ass backwoods girlfriend to save your ass?” Sensoji laughed along with one of his equally stupid Class 1-B classmates.
“Don’t fucking talk about her!” Shota yelled back, his eyes glowing as if it was a warning.
“Or what? It’s not like she’ll understand? People like her back in her country of Africa are stupid as fuck. They build their homes out of oversized tin cans and they don’t even have phones.”
“Sensoji you’re the stupid one! Africa is... A CONTINENT NOT A COUNTRY!” Hizashi jumped in, activating his quirk halfway through his sentence.
“And they don’t live in tin cans.” Midnight added.
“I live in a nice home, one that’s probably bigger than yours. Just admit that you’re jealous of Shota and me and move on!” You pressed your finger into his chest on each word, glaring at him as if to say say something else and see what happens.
“Grow up!” Shota and Shirakumo added before Sensoji rushed away when he saw the teachers coming over to see what you all were arguing about.
“Yeah that’s what I thought! Run away like a little bitch!” You added with a growing smile.
“Language (y/n)!” Your teacher scolded, but even that couldn’t bring down your smile as you, your boyfriend, and your friends laughed about the incident.
You all still even joked about it years later.
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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I
Part I: In the Beginning
In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt.
We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens.
So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3
I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)
Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.
*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*
and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part
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𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀
The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home.
In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people.
Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler.
“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her.
Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded.
“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room.
“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”
“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”
“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.
Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.
(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.
“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in.
“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.
“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”
“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.
(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.
“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.
“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.”
“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.
“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room.
The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).
“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.
“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.
“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.
“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.
“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow.
He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.
“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.
“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl.
The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”
“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.
“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.
The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.
“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.
“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.
“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”
“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.
“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.
“Agreement?” She repeated.
“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.
(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)
“Him?”
“Her?”
“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.
Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.
“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).
“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.
“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.
“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son.
“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.
What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.
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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part II
Part II: I Want a Rematch
Pairings: pharaoh! god! Bakugou x warrior! queen! Reader Warnings: none Description: xxxxx
*Extra Info: I’ve taken creative liberties in this, meaning I know that some/most of it will not be historically accurate
𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀 PART III 𓂀
"Katsuki?” (Y/n) broke the silence between the pair, the girl having been moved into the newly renovated quarters and from her old bedroom where she was placed when she first arrived.
“What?” The blonde questioned, glancing at the girl from where he sat in his chair quietly reading some book that didn’t interest the girl.
“Your father and mine drafted our marriage agreement two days ago.”
“So?”
“We’ve been married for the past two days then, right?” (y/n) questioned looking at the art on the wall. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at the girl, letting out a sigh before he shrugged.
“Why do you care?”
“It was a question. Can you relax?” The black girl momentarily glared at the blonde before rolling her golden eyes in annoyance.
“Don’t tell me what to do if I can’t tell you what to do.” Katsuki remarked before flipping the page and continuing to read.
“Do you plan to entertain consorts?” The girl questioned, her golden eyes boring into his crimson ones.
“I don’t know.” He stated simply, only pausing a moment later to look up at the girl with narrowed eyes. “Do you plan to entertain other men?”
“I don’t know.” She responded sarcastically, flashing him a smile as a frown appeared on his face.
“That’s not an adequate answer (y/n). Do you plan to entertain other men?” He repeated it slower this time, the book long forgotten and set to the side, his full attention on the black girl with the dark braids.
“Just as your answer was not adequate to me, mine isn’t to you.” (y/n) smiled. “Why do you deserve an answer when I didn’t get one. We are supposed to be equals aren’t we?”
“What? Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is? You’re jealous over the thought of me even having consorts.”
“That’s furthest from the truth.” The girl scoffed. “Are you ill, Katsuki? Should I call for the doctors?”
“Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “Is everyone as dramatic as you where you come from?”
“I’m not dramatic Katsuki.” (y/n)’s eyes narrowed as she frowned. “My mother is dramatic along with trifling and two faced, and maybe a few other things but I don’t believe I’m allowed to say those things, lest I be punished in the Afterlife.”
Katsuki laughed lightly at the girl he now called his wife. “What’s so bad about her? Your father spoke highly of her.”
“My father is bordering on senile. He isn’t to be taken seriously. He’s simply a puppet in my mother’s hands, a toy to be played with to her.” (y/n) frowned thinking about her mother. “My mother schemes...just like she plotted to bring me here under the guise of a trade deal, though I suppose my life was simplified down to one for her.”
“Aren’t children supposed to love their mothers?” Bakugou asked incredulously, (y/n) flashing him a sideways glance and crooked smile.
“I suppose so, but then again, mothers aren’t supposed to plan out the death of their child, just as a wife is not to orchestrate the death of a husband...she’s done both though.” (y/n) revealed before lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“Your mother planned to kill you?”
“Yes, I was only a child but I don’t think a failed poisoning attempt is ever to be forgotten.”
“She’ll face retribution, if not by my hand then by those in the Afterlife.” Bakugou said nonchalantly, his eyes flashing with anger.
“By your hand, Katsuki?” (y/n) perked up slightly a shit-eating grin growing on her face.
“Is that all you got from what I said?” He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, an annoyed expression on his face though the faintest blush covered his cheeks.
“You would fight for me?” (y/n) asked as Katsuki shrugged. “You know that I can fight for myself right?”
“Of course. I don’t associate with weaklings.” He scoffed.
“You called me an extra.” (y/n) deadpanned.
“Well I didn’t know who you were.” He fired back.
“So you think I’m strong?” Katsuki shrugged in response as she laughed lightly. “I bet I could best you at chariot racing.”
“You wish.” The blonde scoffed, confidence shining in his crimson orbs.
“I don’t mean to brag but I am considered the best in my tribe.” She replied as they both stood deciding wordlessly to settle this once and for all.
“Well I’m the best in this entire kingdom.” Katsuki replied back as the two rushed to the common areas outside, seeing their friends talking quietly amongst themselves.
“Chariot race now!” Katsuki and (y/n) said at the same time to their friends, only pausing for a moment to look at each other before looking back to their friends.
“You better not give me the lame horses either, Katsuki!” (y/n) called back as they rushed back to their separate bathing quarters to get ready.
“Don’t think so little of me, Woman.” He called back before disappearing into his own bathing quarters.
The black girl appeared a short time later, her hair braided with gold and silver thread, gold plated armor placed onto her shoulders connecting to a chest plate and a metal skirt that was placed over a fitted tunic. A large green jewel set into the chest plate. A simple golden headpiece sat on her braids, matching the black and gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner she wore.
She walked down the steps and towards the chariot that sat waiting for her. Mina and Jirou standing beside the chariot under the shade of a nearby tree, their eyes brightening when their new friend approached.
“I hope he looses.” Mina said under her breath as she took her place on the side next to Kaminari, Kirishima, and Jirou. The four nobles stood under the shade of a tree as Bakugou and (y/n) stood in their golden chariots.
The ash blonde ruler smirked at the girl that he now called his wife, though he still thought she was more annoying than anything else. “He’ll win...like he always does.” Kirishima mumbled back, still not over the fact that he had most recently lost against Bakugou.
“Not this time, Kirishima!” (y/n) called as she held the reigns in her hand, ready to take off at the moment’s notice. Bakugou stood in a similar position, his crimson eyes ablaze as he stared out over the sand dunes in the distance.
“We’ll see about that!” Bakugou called as Jirou yelled ‘Go’ and they were off. The ash blonde had taken the lead from the start, his all white horses with gold and silver harnesses thundered through the sand, their strangely black eyes focused only on the landscape in front of them.
(y/n) snapped her reigns again, her own all black horses, running quicker than they were a moment before, easily running in time with Bakugou. (y/n) glanced over to her right, a large smirk on her face as she waved at the blonde before her horses ran faster, passing his chariot altogether.
“I win!” She announced, hopping off of the chariot when they both crossed the finish line within the same second. Bakugou rolled his eyes, scoffing as the girl danced around. “I guess I’m the best chariot racer in all of the land.”
“I want a rematch.” Bakugou stated sourly, shooting a glare at the girl, though she could tell he didn’t mean it since there was a playful glint in his eyes.
“Another time. We have to get back to the palace. You have duties to attend to.” Kaminari chimed in sheepishly, before spinning around and glaring at the three others who stood avoiding eye contact. He always hated having to be the one to ruin the fun, this time loosing the bet to Kirishima, so being the bearer of bad news was his punishment.
“What duties?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes narrowing as he thought about having to do actual work when they were all having fun.
“Well, you have to go visit the worksites and make sure everything is up to par, and then you have to visit the shop in the marketplace.”
“The marketplace? I’d like to come! I’ve never been before.”
“Well you won’t be going today. I’ll take you another time. You have things to do with my mother anyway.”
“What things?”
“I don’t know...girl things.” Bakugou retorted before walking off with Kirishima and Kaminari, leaving the girls behind with a simple half wave of his hand.
“He can’t tell me what to do! I want to go! He can’t keep me locked away here.”
“We have a lot to do today anyways. You have a whole new wardrobe to be fitted for!” Mina cheered, clapping her hands together as they headed back to the palace.
(y/n) watched from the palace entrance as the royal chariots seemed to disappear from view before she went back inside, heading to find Mitsuki and her ladies.
“What about this one?”
“No.” (y/n) denied quickly with a shake of her head, not even bothering to entertain the idea. “Why must I wear these anyway? I don’t find them appealing at all.”
“They aren’t for you to find appealing.”
“I won’t be using them around Katsuki, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“He is your husband, child. You’re expected to birth an heir eventually.” One of the older woman said, looking through the different linens to find something that you may like.
“I will not lay with a man I barely know. We’ve only just started sleeping beside each other.”
“There’s only one bed in the room, (y/n).” Mina said, blinking her eyes.
“I’m well aware.”
“You didn’t make him sleep on the floor did you?” Jirou giggled, as a few women looked at you with a dumbfounded expression.
“No...he offered, but I told him so long as he not touch me, we could share...so we do.”
“But this morning, you both were wrapped in each other’s arms...Kaminari said that we should’ve gotten papyrus and sketched it for safe keeping, but we didn’t have time.” Mina sighed whistfully.
“You watched us sleep?” (y/n) questioned, staring into her friend’s eyes with a slight laugh.
“No...” Mina said, but not very convincingly. “Anyways, you should wear something this shade. I’ve noticed that he seems to like it.” She pointed out the orange fabric. “Then you both can match!”
“Whatever...it’s fine.” (y/n) finally agreed, thankful to finally be done with the wardrobe fittings, at least for now.
The girls wandered around the large palace for some time before Bakugou and the two boys came back, Mina and Jirou telling the girl to go and change so she would be ready for when Bakugou would arrive.
She walked into the room at the exact moment that the explosive blonde walked in, his red eyes locking in on the girl with dark skin, the orange toned fabric matching nicely with her complexion and making her golden eyes stand out.
“Woah...you look beautiful.” Jirou smiled widely, high fiving Mina as Kirishima and Kaminari nodded in agreement. (Y/n)’s gaze quickly shifted to the strangely quiet Bakugou, confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything when all he usually did was talk.
“You look...nice Dumbass, now come on.” He stated gruffly, quickly turning from your view so he could hide his pink tinted cheeks from her. She followed him outside to where a large Sedan was waiting to take them to their destination, though (y/n) was still unsure as to where that would be.
“Where are we going Katsuki?” The girl wondered, glancing at her surroundings before focusing back on the boy.
“You’ll see.” He answered cryptically. A short time later they arrived at the secret destination, Katsuki exiting the sedan first, then extending his hand out to the girl as she jumped down, her sandals hitting the cool sand with a soft thud.
“It’s just over here.” He stated, grabbing her hand and pulling her along when she began to walk the wrong way. He led her over to a large colorful mural, bright flora and fauna bordered the people in the middle.
“Is that..us?” She questioned, pointing at it with her free hand. Although he no longer needed to, Katsuki had yet to release the girl’s hand, but she wasn’t complaining. He nodded at her question. “It’s beautiful.”
“I thought you’d like it...” He shrugged. “I was planning on showing you earlier, but Kaminari thought you would like it more if I showed you when it was finally completed.” Katsuki noticed the way the girl’s eyes seemed to remain on the painted version of herself, the boy growing slightly worried that she wouldn’t like it...he had painted her himself. “Do you not like it?”
“N-No! It’s not that! It’s just...she looks like me...like actually looks like me...” The girl trailed off, her eyes wide in wonder and shining in the dim light of the setting sun.
“Is that a problem?”
“Usually that doesn’t happen.”
“Well I did it myself...I wanted it to be accurate and no body else is good enough anyways.” Katsuki replied, his usually cocky attitude resurfacing and ruining the gentle moment.
“You painted it yourself?” He simply nodded. “You’re really talented.”
“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m not just devastatingly handsome, you know.”
“Yeah right.” (y/n) scoffed, nudging him with a laugh as he smiled softly at her, his eyes going down to her full lips more than he would like to admit.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“No.” He stated, while continuing to stare, ignoring the confused expression of the girl in front of him. “Can I do something?”
“Y-yeah.” (y/n) said softly, noticing the way he stood impossibly closer, the boy standing a few inches taller than her. His large hands gripped the sides of her face softly, before he looked at her again.
“Can I kiss you?” The girl nodded before mumbling out a soft ‘yes’, Katsuki not wasting any time before bending slightly and taking her lips with his own. His lips were soft against her own, surprising her since she had expected him to be rough about everything, it just seemed like that was his nature.
Apparently not though, since the kiss, though short, was soft and sweet. Their lips moving in sync against each other’s before they finally pulled apart, only far enough to breathe, their noses still touching.
“Your lips are soft.” (y/n) remarked out loud, causing the boy to roll his eyes.
“Just because I’m aggressive, according to some people, doesn’t mean I’m a heathen.” He stated as the girl laughed.
“You are aggressive.”
“Well you don’t seem to mind.”
“I never said it was an issue.”
“Well that’s not what your tone said.”
“Do you just enjoy ruining moments and starting arguments?”
“You’re the one who started the argument in the first place. This isn’t even an argument.” He stated back as they walked around with each other, their guards making a perimeter, while allowing them space.
“Whatever...I was going to let you kiss me again, but since I start arguments...”
“That’s not what I meant, (y/n).” Katsuki mumbled shortly after, causing the girl to bite her lip to hide her smile.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” (Y/n) smirked as Katsuki rolled his eyes again with a scoff.
“Get over yourself.”
“Says you.” (y/n) called back, running a few steps ahead as Katsuki chased her, the empty area the perfect place to goof off without having to maintain royal appearances.
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"Mido-rya, Baku-o and Todo-ki is the coolest!"
pairings: gn!parent!poc!reader x dad!aizawa description: when your 3 year old son, sakai, goes to work with his father. warning(s): just fluff, not proof-read (I'll go back and fix it later if needed) word count: 1.2k
The shrill sound of the alarm blared from the table beside him, causing a yawn to escape from his mouth as he sat up begrudgingly and clicked STOP on his lockscreen.
Aizawa Shota was NOT a morning person, but the sweet and earthy smell of the coffee brewing from the kitchen downstairs caught his attention and coaxed him from under the sheets.
His tired eyes glanced at his phone screen to check the time. 6:15 am. He stumbled down the stairs, careful to avoid the slightly creaky landing step that would trigger your sleeping child to wake up.
"Good morning, Sho." You smiled, sliding the cup of coffee carefully across the island counter to his waiting hands.
"Morning, Love." He replied back, pressing a kiss to your cheeks and then your lips before drinking some of the hot coffee that you had poured in his favorite cup.
He had refused to use any other cup since your son, Sakai, had made it for him for Christmas a year ago. It was a messily decorated blue cup with paint splatters of red, orange, black, and white; different random shapes painted on over it and finished off with a few lines and splatters of glittery silver paint. Your son was still learning about patience and had grabbed the mug before it was done drying, leaving his tiny handprint on the side, but Shota loved it even more.
You both didn't need to get up as early as you did, but you both enjoyed the quiet time that the morning gave. You both stood at the large window in your kitchen above the empty sink, watching the wind blow the leaves and flower petals around, Shota's hand around your waist.
"Is your presentation today?" He asked you after a period of silence.
"Yeah, I think it'll go well..." You replied. "Well...I hope so." You laughed lightly.
"You're the smartest person I know." He stated almost immediately afterwards. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about." He kissed your cheek again.
"What are you going to do with your students today?" You asked, setting your coffee cup back down on the counter as he did too.
"Another quirk assessment." He stated after thinking about it. "I want them to see for themselves how far they've come since the beginning of the year."
"You're a good teacher, Sho." You smiled at him softly, causing him to smile at your compliment.
"You think so?"
"I'm not the only one who thinks so. Kai thinks so too. He kept running around the house yesterday saying, 'I'm gonna be just like Daddy!'"
Shota couldn't help the wide smile that appeared on his face before he glanced at the time again. It was already time for him to start getting ready.
The two of you had already discussed Shota taking Sakai to UA with him that day, though you had yet to tell your son. You knew that if you had told him the night before he would have barely slept due to all the excitement.
Shota walked back up the stairs after washing his mug and setting it to the side to dry, doing yours also. He went to his son's door, pushing it open and carefully walking over to his son's bed, being careful to avoid the few toys that laid in the dark.
"Good morning Kai." He said softly, smoothing his son's dark hair. He had gotten his hair color from Shota, though the hair texture was the same as yours.
His eyes opened before he sat up and wrapped his small arms around his father. His eyes were the same color as yours, though the shape was uncannily Shota's. He couldn't help but smile every time he looked at Sakai, seeing the perfect mix of each of you in him.
"Do you want to go to work with me today Kai?" He asked as the three year old pulled away his wide excited eyes locking with his father's as he nodded vigorously.
"YES!" He said as he jumped out of Shota's arms and ran towards his closet.
"Do you need help picking out what you're gonna wear while Daddy gets dressed?" You questioned, standing in the doorway.
Sakai shook his head no quickly, already knowing exactly what he wanted to wear. He grabbed his father's hand dragging him towards the door before pushing him out and closing it, telling his parents that it was going to be a surprise and he was a big boy that didn't need any help.
You simply smiled at each other before heading to get ready yourself.
A few moments later Sakai was ready, Shota's eyes widening slightly before a large smile appeared on his face. Sakai had chosen to wear black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, wearing capture tape in the same way his father did.
"(y/n)!" Shota called for you as you appeared, a smile instantly appearing on your face at your son in his father's arms, his little outfit an obvious tribute to his all time favorite hero.
"Love you two! Be safe!" You called, kissing your husband goodbye before kissing your son's head. They waved before heading off to UA.
Shota stopped in the teacher's lounge first, saying hello to the few teachers there before grabbing a few snacks and putting them into his son's bright yellow backpack, continuing down the hall and to class 1-A.
"Aizawa-Sensei!" Tenya Iida said as Shota entered the room. He was one of the first students there, early every day. Bakugou Katsuki and Todoroki Shoto were there too, but they remained quiet.
Shota nodded in response before leading his son over to sit in the desk chair, the three year old taking the small yellow coat off and putting it behind him on the chair like the two of you had taught him to do.
The rest of the students arrived pretty quickly after that, everyone taking their seats and quieting down. Mina and Momo smiled at the little boy who was looking around the room in awe, he waved back at them causing them both to coo.
"Before we begin, you may have noticed that-"
"Hi!" Sakai said excitedly interrupting his father as he waved at everyone.
Shota smiled before turning to his son. "Do you want to introduce yourself?" He asked him as Sakai looked slightly unsure before nodding.
"I'm Aizawa Sakai. I'm 3!" He said, holding up the number on his hand before hiding behind his father's leg.
"You have a kid?!" Kaminari asked after everyone awwed at the little boy. Shota nodded simply, as if he didn't just reveal something quite major.
"Why haven't you brought him before?" Hagakure asked him.
"He had off from school today and he thinks you're all very cool." Shota answered simply.
"Who's your favorite?" Kaminari questioned your son before Bakugou chimed in with an "It's definitely me."
"Mido-rya, Baku-o and Todo-ki are the coolest!" He said shyly, butchering the names slightly but that didn't stop the three boys from smiling proudly, Midoriya almost passing out due to happiness and awe.
"M-me? Wow! T-thanks!" Midoriya managed to get out, clutching his hand to his chest as he bowed in his seat a few times, willing himself not to cry.
"What are we doing today Sensei?" Iida questioned as everyone quieted again.
"You'll be having a quirk assessment test." The older Aizawa answered simply, ignoring almost everyone's protests.
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