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The thought of dating a tall big muscular, who has huge tits and big dick, everyone around tells you that you’re the bottom in the relationship. When in reality, he’s a submissive whorish cockslut when he’s around you, and just wants you to fuck him with your dick while you jerk off his cock as lewd sounds escape from his mouth, tears foaming from his eyes as he drunk with the pleasure you give him.

The thought of fucking your boss for the first time, and yet here you are railing him in his office where people could hear you from the other side of the door.

You’ve had a crush on him ever since you started working with him, but you had to hide your feelings because of the fear he would fire you. He’d always praise you for doing a good job as his assistant, sometimes he’d praise you so much that it turns you on. He sometimes would always invite you to his fancy parties and you get so jealous whenever a pretty woman talks to him. You wanted him to be yours, and yours alone.

You’ve been doing a really good job for now, he called you into his office saying he wanted to give you a reward. You shrugged and thought he was gonna give you a raise or something, but when you opened the door. There he was, his jacket discarded and his shirt unbuttoned for you to see his chest, and holding handcuffs. You literally began to turn into a flustered mess and stammering your words asking why he called to see you. Your eyes widened in surprise as he told you how he knew you had a thing for him and just waited for the right moment.

And thats how you ended up bending him over on his desk, his hand cuffed up behind his back, your cock slowly moving in and out of his hole. Your fingers tangling his hair as you whispered sweet praises at him. His moans growing more louder and desperate as you fastened yours thrusts, and when you tell him you’re nearing your orgasm and was about to pull out. He beg at you to fill him up with your cum. And so you did, you came inside of him filling him up fully. You let go of his hair and pulled out and smiled as his hole dripped of your cum. He was finally yours.

Bakugou, whose stamina is unbeatable. Who has just finished fucking you in any place necessary of the bedroom—the bed, the mini-couch, the floor—and still can’t keep his hands off you.

After laying on the bed for rejuvenating moments (at least for him), his large hand slides up your shoulder with a few coaxing kisses.

“Shower,” is all he says, his gruff voice strained and warm breath perceptible against your neck. You just nod weakly and attempt to ignore the mess between your legs.

In fact, he has to carry you to the bathroom. When you’re both in the shower, he still acts as support: your back is to his chest so he bears most of your weight, and his fingers span your lower stomach while you attempt to wash yourself.

You can barely keep your eyes open, so relaxed by the water, but he can see all of you just by where his chin rests on your shoulder. The water and soap sliding past the peaks of your breasts, the souvenirs that you not-so-sternly asked him not to leave on your skin.

Where you rest in front of him, he can’t help but feel aroused all over again, especially rubbing his hands over your supple skin that he couldn’t appreciate the first few rounds, clouded by the roughness you love.

Unable to just watch, he gently spins you around. Your eyes are half-closed, so you pay it no mind. You just continue your slow, leisure washing, completely unaware of the fact that he’s completely hard again, even if you wouldn’t be surprised.

Your eyes open back to reality when he gently takes the loofah from you and hangs it up on the little hook. His muscles casually ripple when he does literally anything, and if you weren’t so attracted to it, you’d be jealous.

“C’mere,” he orders, his voice in that soft tone reserved for you. His hands follow, crossing at your lower back and pulling you toward him even more. The atmosphere is hot and slow with the exhaustion settled into both of you.

You do something of a hum in question, but don’t resist when he leans down and slowly captures your lips in his. Your longing for each other is evident simply in the sigh that follows when you connect.

There’s water dripping everywhere, mostly on you, but the kiss is everything Bakugou usually isn’t: patient, slow, and needy. Actually, no. He was always pretty needy.

“Kat,” you whisper, and he groans in response, stretching his hands up your wet skin until he crosses your ribs, his thumbs move past the side of your breasts, and your arms are naturally guided to his neck.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest, but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel the length of him pressed against your stomach.

Bakugou moves a few strands of drenched hair back behind your ear, and then strokes the rest at your nape to keep your head up to him. It was admirable, really, how he could be literally twitching in arousal, and still move like it doesn’t bother him at all.

Although, he is getting closer at hinting to it, because somewhere in the heat, your right leg is being lifted to his hip. When you find an escape from his kiss (he doesn’t allow you many), you glance down to what he’s doing.

He interprets your brows slightly furrowing and the low, tired droop of your eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say.

Voice still soft and practically gone even in distress, you begin, “I can’t go another round. There’s no way I’ll—”

“Shh,” he places a kiss on your forehead, then another at your temple. His head dips to lick and kiss in the crook of your neck, and your fingers either run through his wet, blonde hair or span the muscles of his back. He’s completely gone.

The left hand that upholds your leg starts to massage your thigh and inch up to your ass. “I talk to this pretty pussy almost every night, and you don’t think I know what you can handle?”

A whimper leaves your mouth and your hold tightens around him. Despite your lower body being completely stretched and at ease, he can still feel the tension elsewhere.

He continues, his voice dripping with reassurance, “Slide it in yourself. Then you tell me how it feels.”

And after a few moments and a sigh, you carefully reach down and wrap your fingers around him the best you can. You can feel him react to the movement alone, and with a prayer, you guide his head right to your entrance so you can sink when you’re ready.

When you descend, an immediate whine feels the air. He still fit perfectly from earlier and the sensitivity had tripled.

“Fuck,” you curse, wrapping yourself around him again. He holds you close.

“Feel good?”

You nod, and he throbs inside at the same time. He kisses you again, making sure to uphold you through your fatigue. Helping those in need was his job after all.

His right hand that covers your lower back loosens so that your weight inches backwards, then it pulls you right back in until you’re pressed against each other.

He groans with pleasure. The vibrations move to your lips that kiss him like he’s the last man on Earth.

And then he does it again, and again, until your head is simply resting on your own shoulder with your arms encircling his neck, water rushing down your hair and back. Your eyes are completely closed as he cradles you, erotic whines, whimpers, and moans falling from your lips into his ear.

Your slick walls drag up and down his skin. He moves so easily in and out that he can feel the outline of where his head usually reaches—the little space left. He was nowhere near as deep right now, but he is sure with the slight bend of his knees, he could have you screaming how you were for the hours before this.

And funnily enough, he doesn’t want you screaming at the moment. It’s something previous Bakugou would never say; not rock hard and needing to be balls deep in you quick Bakugou, at least.

You were worn out and tired, your body unable to take his usual pace. He’s almost 90% sure if he lifted you off the ground, you’d comply and hold on tighter, but he’s not going to push you that far. Not when he’s content like this, caressing your beautiful, dripping figure as you cry his name.

“Mmghn, that feels s-so good.” You speak, just above a whisper. And somehow, he can still hear you over the water and small splash of you both meeting in the middle. It’s like his brain is wired. No matter what, he’ll always be able to hear you.

He nods and kisses the side of your head again, keeping stable and consistently moving with minimal effort. The underside of your right knee is now resting in his elbow, so his hand can hold your waist and pull most of your weight that way instead of trying to push your whole body with just your thigh. At some point, you began helping him out.

“Keep moving your hips just like that, I got you.”

You groan at the instruction, and he chuckles heartily. Love poured from him and into you, making you feel more safe and secure than ever.

It didn’t take long until warmth gathered in your core with your clit dragging back and forth along his cock. He occasionally grunts and has to fix position to keep himself from spilling inside, not before you do first.

He can’t explain the relief he has when you insist that you’re gonna come soon in the form of a warning. It builds with each “thrust” and being so close to him as he carries you to climax.

“I’mna come,” you say again, more rushed this time, but muffled by his shoulder.

“I can feel it.” He responds, keeping pace. “Do you know what it feels like having you pulsing around me? Knowing you’re going straight into your sleep after?”

You shake your head.

“Hell, baby. Hell.”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way: the only option you have on sleepless nights being him. When you tap his shoulder or rub yourself against him, knowing he’ll never say no. Hope could he? He takes great pride in being your melatonin.

And, without fail, you fall into a perfect deep sleep, his cum still dripping into or out of you. It’s never there in the morning, and he loves that the only way it will happen is if he wears you out.

“Kattt…” You toss your head back, a low rumble in your throat that you only make when you’re on the verge of completely losing it. He attacks your neck again, letting your body naturally bounce off him and come back.

“Let yourself feel it. Let me take you there,” he encourages gruffly, nipping at your ear.

“Agh, fuck,” you nearly sob, digging yourself further into him somehow.

His eyes shut, a wave of clarity rushing over him. It’s you, his woman, his everything, needing him. He thought he knew what he wanted early in life. He knew he wanted to be desired by others in multiple ways, the best at everything. God, how wrong he was.

Now he wants to be the best at everything for you. Because you deserve nothing less. He doesn’t want to be desired by anyone else but you, because you carry all the validation he could possibly gain dopamine from. Nothing compares to you being completely and utterly dependent on him, clinging to him for dear life.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he spouts, not bothering to stop or care about being sappy. He loves to hear you whine in response, only to finally come up with a few words. Clearly you got the cheesy feeling too.

“L-Love you, Kats.”

He bushels the hair at the bottom of your head with a grunt, tilting your nose up to him. He lets his lips kiss you passionately first, then he pulls away, but obviously not too far since you’re still nose to nose. Your eyebrows are upturned in that sensual expression he loves.

His deep, crimson eyes flicker to your puffy lips, a sign of the night, and land on your pretty damp eyelashes. He was breathless and stern.

“Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

You blink, registering his words with the shake of your head. “Don’t stop,” you plead.

He calls your name, and it’s enough to know he’s being dead serious. Both his grips tighten, mainly the one in your hair, and you don’t know if it’s water dripping down your cheeks or a tear or two.

You can feel your bottom leg beginning to shake, and the heat get to your head.

You shut your eyes instinctively, “K—”

“I’ve got you, don’t even think about it. Look at me.”

Your eyes shoot open in remembrance of his words as he leaves and reenters you again with increased speed, the sound when you slap together even louder. He holds your head in place. “I love you more, baby. More than you can ever dream.”

You watch his eyes and they say everything you can’t, everything he can’t, and that alone is enough to send you over the edge.

Your jaw drops and you literally begin shaking, not caring that all the strength you had left went into your orgasm. Your head pounds with the stream of the shower and fatigue, and your hands begin to slip at his neck, but you don’t even care. You know he’s got you. He said it himself.

“Shit,” he hisses, your orgasm expected, but the power of it not. He almost missed the fact that you were gushing around him by mistaking it as the water, the countless times you’d done this before catching up to you. He keeps thrusting his hips forward and whispering you praises. “Atta fuckin’ girl.”

You are sobbing now, real tears as he stills and twitches inside. He holds the promise he made to you since you did the same. He keeps his eyes focused on you, even as white spurts paint your insides, and puts his swollen lips on yours. Through your gasps, you couldn’t kiss him back, so he bites your bottom one instead.

It isn’t until you lose your footing and go limp against him that he bends to pick you up and lower your leg gently. You’re still jerking slightly, your muscles overworked, and the last of his release lands somewhere on your thighs as your back is arched against him.

Before you can say anything or even think about it, he holds you upright and bends down to kiss you with all he has left, now that you’re somewhat here. When it’s over, you fall against him completely.

The rest is a blur, and the next time you know what’s happening, you’re tangled together in the unused guest bedroom.

©️ hxltic

thinkin about how much i love when a writer has a tone and style so distinct that you could pick it out of a line up at 200 yards facing backwards with both eyes closed

HI I LOVE YOU!!!!

can u possibly maybe please do another risky text msg but w denki instead ill kiss you pleasepleaseplese

hi love you!!!!!!! yes this is for yew <3 gimme that kiss

coworker au hate to see me coming ✊🏼 PLUS DENKI SKATEBOARDER TRUTHERRR hehe i think he would rlly love a job like this teaching tweens how to skate and cleaning up scraped knees n stuff <3

@commonmisery -> hi

sero's ver. for yalls

risky text // denki kaminari

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mha tag: @lotuslovers

one sided beef

feat: girl dad!keigo takami / hawks

warnings / cache notes: language, pictures used do not depict reader’s skin tone, only for aesthetic!

req 📌: ❌

m.list

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The creature who fell in love with the light

[Watercolor and gouache, based on ‘The Fog Horn’ by Ray Bradbury]

[OC] Gently holding berry

“just don’t leave me alone, wondering where you are.”

||Katsuki Bakugo x Reader||

SMAU !!! , ANGST , PRO! BAKU

warnings: angst, prohero baku, pet names, swearing, drunk/high mention, cheating mention, ur married to him,dog dying mention (movie) mina and kiri are engaged

you thought being married to THE dynamite would be the best decision of your life. So why do you feel so alone in this big mansion?

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

BOYFRIEND KATSUKI

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

synopsis: just some random texts with bf!katsuki.

NOTE. hehe it’s late n im a little drunk but enjoy <3

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

izuku nervously walks into their kitchen one late evening after katsuki just got home from his 12 hour shift.

usually he's all over katsuki with kisses and an excited, 'welcome home kacchan!' so the blond automatically clocks the change and knows something's up.

turning towards the raven haired menace, katsuki crosses his arms in front of his chest to look like he's in control of the situation and lifts an expectant eyebrow. 'whats up, zuku?'

theres something he has hiding behind his back and katsuki gets a weird flash back to the time izuku got him to try a clay face mask.

he did the exact same thing he's doing now, he flashed his sweetest smile and listed all the health benefits and showed off his own smooth freckled skin as an example. it was a very convincing example.

katsuki bitched and complained at first but now, as long as izuku is the one putting it on him, it's been a nightly ritual since that day 2 years ago.

izuku nibbles on his lip and finally looks up at him. 'i-i made kacchan something.'

'ok..?' izuku started knitting awhile back and while he's slowly and surely getting the hang of it, he still hasn't perfected it yet. but bakugou knows he'll get there, it's only been a short amount of time and he's able to make small things like beanies or scarves.

'and it came out... alright? i probably shouldn't have tried something so complicated this early on but i wanted kacchan to have a dynamite theme christmas present no one else has and ever since your merch blew up i know that's basically not possible and I already made you so many beanies and scarfs so of course I couldn't make you even more beanies and scarves so-'

'show me it.' katsuki demands, he hasn't moved and he hasn't said much but the intensity in his voice shows izuku that the blond is excited.

so flashing a hopeful smile, izuku brings it out from behind his back and-

well it's definitely not perfect. and it's kinda very ugly. in that ugly christmas sweater kinda way that everyone actually kinda likes anyway.

'hm.'

🥦🥦🥦

they're at a christmas party with all of their friends and family.

and if anyone tries to say anything bad at all about the sweater katsuki's wearing, he flashes them a threatening eye that dares them to continue. it might not be the explosive anger he used to express but now it's silent, deadly and even more terrifying because well.

because grape juice tried, grape juice continued, he said something like- 'deku maybe you shouldn't be showing off the things you make that clearly shows you're still a beginner?' and now he's been punched, kicked out of the party and everyone wishes they could permanently throw him out of the group chat for a second, third, fourth, hundredth time.

after shaking out his fist, katsuki makes sure his sweater didn't get any grape residue on it and tugs izuku into his chest to give him a soft reverent kiss on the top of his head.

that he's currently shaking because holy all might, kacchan didn't have to do all of that.

'denki why do you still invite him to these things??' kiri asks.

'deku can you make me one too pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll buy you breakfast and lunch for a whole year!'

'oh! ok, yeah definitely!'

Secret Santa at the office where you jokingly tell your desk neighbour that you’d settle for a smiling Bakugo for Christmas…

Queue the Christmas party.

The soft hum of Christmas music floats through the air, layered under the gentle chatter and gossip that blooms from groups seated around glass topped tables with too many empty champagne flutes. Gifts are exchanged, some more well received than others.

Izuku buys Ochako a far too expensive necklace, that does the job of outing his crush on her so he doesn’t have to. Mineta buys Momo a G-String and is promptly escorted out with notice to report to HR come Monday. A new tie passes from Shoji to Tokoyami. A desk-weight set between Tetsutetsu and Kirishima.

You’re giftless so far and as Bakugo trudges down the stairs with his signature frown itching at his skin between his eyes - you expect to remain that way.

He strides towards you and stops short, before fumbling around in his pocket.

‘Bakugo, if you’re my secret Santa you don’t have to-.’

Swearing under his breath, he snatches the bright red bow from his suit pants and pins it to the shoulder of his shirt with a too hard smack. ‘You sure?’ He grins, flashing teeth and cocking an eyebrow. ‘Because I got you exactly what you wanted.’

I have sooooo many questions about tiktok!reader and Hawks’ relationship with one another… does Hawks know about [redacted]? What was it that made them start hooking up? Does reader stop hooking up with him when things start getting more serious with Bakugo? How does he feel about if she does?

cw: assault implications, reader is post assault. reader is visibly bruised

the first time:

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It's weird for you to go Hawks' room, but he doesn't react when the door opens, his lopsided smirk the same as it always is.

"Hey." His teeth are freshly de-braced and he licks the now smooth fronts. "What are you doing?"

"Hey," you repeat back to him. "Do you wanna fuck?'

Hawks tilts his head back and laughs and laughs and laughs, from the bottom of his chest. It goes on ling enough that you should feel embarrassed, but the feeling never comes. Feelings never come easily nowadays, replaced by this itching, growing void that you aren't sure how to fill.

"You don't?"

"I just didn't expect you to be asking me that." He leans in, arm on the door frame. "Have you even had sex before?"

The question pisses you off, but you try not to let it show. Your smile isn't solidified yet, faultering ever so slightly. "Have you?"

Hawks rolls his eyes, tongue jammed into his cheek. Of course, he's had sex, it's all the handler's talked about for weeks. It's why you're here, because you know he'd touch you.

Not that you want him to touch you. You just don't want to feel empty anymore. Sex will make you feel something, at least. and that's better than the numbness.

"Alright, sure, yeah." He gestures inside and you follow. "Let's fuck. Why not?"

Blood rushes to your ears so quickly that you can hear your heartbeat begin to pick up speed. Fear and anticipation both taste metallic in your mouth, and you try to savor the taste despite how sour it has become. The door clicks locked behind you and you immediately start unbuttoning your pants, pushing your panties down with them. Hawks just raises a brow, eyeing you up and down as you stand there, in the middle of his room, half naked, fully open.

"Whoa," he says, frozen in place. "You're crazy."

You don't respond. It doesn't feel crazy- it feels normal.

"Do you want me to lick you or something?" Hawks asks. "To get you ready?"

You don't want to admit that you don't know what he means.

"I don't need that. Just fuck me."

Afterwards, he cages you down to the bed with his body, kissing up and down your neck. The awful, sticky, thick feeling is already fading from your chest, crumbling in on itself. Sex hurt, but not in the way it did before. It's more like bothering an already injured spot, prodding something that needs to be left alone. You're worried that the pain might go away forever, but also worried it'll always ache like this, that you'll never heal in the ways that matter.

"Hey, uh-" Hawks sniffs. "You gotta lotta bruises on your thighs."

"Yeah."

"Like, bad bruises," he lifts the sentence like it's not a statement, but a question. "On your back too."

You don't like how he has you trapped afterwards. It's supposed to be over by now- you're supposed to be free and he's supposed to be gone, not answering these non-questions.

"Do you want to do it again?" you interrupt.

"Uh," His feathers ruffle a bit. No is on the tip of his tongue, but he ends up swallowing it away. "Sure, I guess."

The thought of TikTok reader being almost a little scared to be left alone with Kirishima, meanwhile Bakugo wants so badly for them to get along, breaks my fucking heart. He asks her about it and there's that word again- baby. But he catches on this time that it's not entirely genuine, it's a distraction, and there's just too many dots to not connect them but she's so good at faking a smile and not admitting it that he does second guess himself.

I think she plays it cool, but i have this mental imagine of her being in the kitchen, chopping something for a charcuterie board or whatever, and gripping the knife tighter whenever kirishima gets too close

012. CARNATIONS

Friday morning came all the same—and the pending sadness you believed to come with the sunrise never did. Yes, it was your last day here at the Todoroki household. But knowing you and Touya would be going back to the hospital together was reassuring enough to soothe all your nerves.

The majority of breakfast was filled with secret smiles passed between you and Touya. His eyes were always wandering—always trailing back to you. And the sensation of his heated gaze alone made your head feel like it had been stuffed to the brim with cotton.

The Todorokis didn't notice anything off between you and Touya—he was always close by when you were near, but he seemed to be a little more clinger than usual.

But you were Touya's anchor. You grounded him. You made him feel safe, wanted, loved—so many emotions he wasn't used to having. It was overwhelming, all these new emotions. But he welcomed the tidal wave of feelings in with open arms. He would drown in this emotion if he could. He's not sure if there's a name for it, but Touya had become entirely dependent on you.

You didn't notice this—but every chance Touya got, he kept some part of his body touching yours. It could just be his shoulder bumping gently against yours, or his pinky grazing your knee under the table—any little touch would work to that keep that insatiable craving of his fed.

Touya ability to feel was... odd. He either felt something with every fiber of his being, or he felt nothing at all. His love was fierce, a forest fire all in its own. It was consuming, it was something that spread until it dominated everything.

Touya loved like he hated, with a burning passion.

Just hearing your name was enough to make Touya raise his head and tune into whatever conversation was going on. Actually hearing your voice had an entirely different effect on him—because suddenly, his pupils are dilating and he can't hear a single sound besides the words leaving your lips—and Touya has to physically fight the urge to press his fingers against the column of your throat just so he can feel the vibrations of your voice box as you speak

His family's goodbye was bittersweet. But even though Touya was leaving—this was not goodbye forever.

Touya was getting better day by day. His physical and mental wounds were being healed by your sparkling eyes and doting hands, and he's surrendering all he was and ever will be to you.

This past week had been heaven on earth for Touya. As he got into the backseat of the van with you, he was already looking forward to working more on writing his letters to Shoto back at the hospital. You'd help him like always—because you're the best. You're the best doctor, friend, and companion he could ask for—you're the best everything.

The drive back is peaceful. Most of the roads are empty due to how early in the day it is, but Touya doesn't mind it at all. It gives him a greater view of Japan's scenery outside. The rolling green hills and the snow coated branches of trees creates a whimsical view for him to quietly appreciate and admire.

You're asleep with your head resting on Touya's shoulder, and he has his cheek smushed against the side of your head. He keeps one hand intertwined with yours, and he uses his other hand to keep his fingertips pressed against your pulse point—the reassuring beating of your heart is a calming melody.

The drive is a little over an hour, but he's back within the familiar hospital walls soon enough.

While walking down the hallway with you, Touya was practically glued to your side. The pristine walls and floors of the hospital made him a little uneasy sometimes, but he was looking forward to returning to his little room soon enough.

You're telling Touya about how there's going to be a storm tomorrow, and how you'd just gotten a statewide notification on your phone. He's nodding his head along to your words—before his eyes catch on another patient’s door that's been left ajar.

Every patient had identical rooms. They all had the tall wooden doors and silver handles for their entrance and bathroom. Each room had a hospital bed, a side table, a TV, a small coffee table with two chairs, and a pull out bed.

But as Touya's eyes looked over to take in this patient's room, he couldn't help but notice how much more different it was from his own.

There were no paper snowflakes hanging from the windows. There were no colorful pens scattered over tables and pages of unfinished letters strewn across the room. There were no board games, no uno cards scattered all over the bed. There wasn't a single sign of life in there besides the half empty coffee mug sitting on the edge of the patient's bedside table.

There was no you, he decided.

Touya's quiet the rest of the way to his room.

Touya didn't believe in luck or fate, those invisible forces didn't feel like they applied to someone like him. They were saved for ordinary people—people like you who deserved good things.

But what else could explain your presence in his life? He certainly didn't deserve you, Touya was sure of that. He didn't deserve anything after the war. He nearly lost his family, but he didn't. He nearly lost an arm, but he didn't. He nearly lost his life, but he didn't.

But you weren't a product of fate or luck—no, meeting you was some sort of a divine intervention.

Touya, you deserve to be happy too.

He remembers when you had uttered those words to him one night when his thoughts had trailed too far again, and he had scoffed at you then. He snapped at you, telling you to go away because you clearly don't see how he doesn't deserve shit.

He winces at the unwanted memory. Those were the earlier days when he was still warming up to you, and he'll forever regret taking his misdirected hurt out on you, of all people. But even after he acted out and behaved like a total brat, you still loved him. You had seen the ugliest parts of Touya, seen him at his worst, seen him at his absolute lowest—and you were still here. Right by his side, just like you'd promised.

Maybe he does deserve you. And for once, he doesn't feel selfish for the thought. Touya can love too—he can be kind and he can be gentle. He knows his depraved sense of humor somehow manages to make you laugh, he knows the spot right under your ear is weak and ticklish for his kisses, and he knows you love him.

Touya doesn't even notice the two of you have finally reached his room until he accidentally walks right into your back. A small sound of surprise leaves your lips before you smile. He blinks himself out of his daze before stretching his lips into that handsome smile that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

Wordlessly, Touya tugs you through the door. He never thought this hospital room would become something he'd miss—but he recognizes the space he had grown into and come to love. Yes, this was a room filled with memories he never wanted to forget. Countless nights he'd spent laughing till his stomach hurt with you, and even more nights where he spilled his heart's darkest secrets to you.

And suddenly, Touya realizes it was a room that felt more like home than the Todoroki household ever did.

Touya's hug is unusually tight. He bundles you up in his arms and cradles the back of your head to his chest, his arms wound tight around your form. You can sense he's overwhelmed by something he can't voice—so you do what you're best at.

Your hands move up and down the length of his back, rubbing big and comforting circles. His lips are slow as they meet yours, and his blunt fingertips dip gentle crescent moons into your skin as he holds your face

"I love you," He whispers, his voice hoarse and cracking with emotion. You're cooing softly as you help him into bed, whispering affirmations into his ear that have him practically collapsing in your arms. He's being babied—Touya knows he is.

But God, it felt good to finally feel like he was worth something.

You didn't leave Touya's room until you could absolutely confirm he had drifted into dreamland. Touya fell asleep smiling, and the sight was so precious that you almost didn't want to leave.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip gently, chewing on it as you board the elevator towards the end of the hall. You hit the down button, fingers curling around the strap of your bag as you tap your foot against the ground idly.

The metals doors slide open with ease after a few moments, the gentle ding! sounding through the small space, indicating you had arrived onto the ground floor.

But the sight you're met with on the other side of the door makes you want to drag the metal doors close with your bare hands and slam the up button as hard as you can—

And suddenly, your hands feel clammy and your mouth goes dry as your supervisor tugs you along with clouded eyes—her mouth is set into a firm line, and your colleagues flutter around you nervously. All of their faces are twisted with an emotion you don't understand—and your heart positively drops to the floor when you're pulled into a meeting room with Enji Todoroki sitting at the front.

Enji's shoulders are squared, and he's hunched forward just the slightest bit as his gaze narrows in on you. Someone's telling you to sit down—but you can't breathe. Your chest physically hurts as your supervisor leads you to a chair as gently as she can manage—her usual hard gaze is broken, completely shattered and revealing the unspoken sadness beneath

And you finally realize. They know—because Enji is suddenly tossing a handful of blurry photographs onto the table. He's yelling loudly at someone, his tone rough and demanding attention. But you can't meet his gaze, and your eyes are burning like he's lit them on fire himself.

Because those are pictures of you and Touya kissing. Those are pictures of you and Touya holding hands. Those are pictures of you and Touya murmuring lowly to each other with your foreheads pressed together.

The photographs are grainy—they were obviously taken at night, and it looked like they were taken through a God damn window. It sounds like someone is yelling at Enji for spying, but you can't find the strength to try and organize the chaos around you

This wasn't supposed to happen. You promised yourself nothing like this would happen.

"She clearly isn't suitable enough to decide when I can visit my son. The nerve this woman has to say she may never allow me to see him again is ridiculous. He is my son, and she clearly isn't a good doctor if she has relations like this with him."

He grills you down with that forever present scowl, and the tears brimming in your eyes are traitorous as they roll down your cheeks silently

Enji did all of this because he wanted to see Touya sooner. He spied on you to find something to use against you. And he had just unknowingly ruined your entire career.

People who can swim in their money and power are careless when it comes to people who are nowhere near as privileged. They don't understand how delicate some situations are—and how power and money can't solve every problem. A muscle in Enji's jaw ticks when your supervisor's trembling voice speaks up—telling him that you'll be removed immediately from Touya's care.

"Fired? No, no that's not what I need. What I need is for another doctor to reevaluate Touya's condition and understand that he is ready to see me. I know I was an unexpected visitor the last time I came, but—"

Your supervisor cuts him off sharply

"You have presented us with photo evidence of Y/n breaking company policy. It doesn't matter what your goal was from all of this, because now we have no choice but to fire her. You blew up and sent these to the hospital's board and all the higher ups before speaking to us about the situation directly. They're erasing all of her files as we speak."

Something in Enji's hard gaze falters at her words

"In your email to the board, you described the situation as if Y/n took advantage of Touya's mental state. You made her look like—like a monster. And she was the best thing to happen to your son." She spat, words calculated and cruel as she glares at Enji with nothing but hatred simmering in her gaze

The cries you had been trying so desperately to hold back finally escape, and a strangled sob leaves your lips. The broken sound tears through the air like a knife. Enji blinks as if he doesn't understand a single word that leaves your supervisor's lips before his eyes harden again

"I don't want her fired—"

"But that's what's going to happen! What else could you expect?" She explodes, tears of frustration in her eyes as she grips the back of your chair with trembling fingers

You've worked under this woman for years. She was a constant in your work life–and she'd helped you become a wonderful doctor over time. But this one slip up—one that could've been controlled if Enji hadn't intervened—would mean the end of your time here.

And Enji knows you were the only doctor Touya was willing to cooperate with. The only one he would even listen to.

"Did you know we had to add another month to Touya's rehabilitation plan when Y/n took one sick day? He behaved absolutely terribly in those few hours. He went backwards in terms of progress. And now, Y/n will not be allowed to treat him ever again. Do you understand what you've done?"

And reality finally slaps Enji in the face. Hard. Because his entire demeanor deflates in a second as his face falls

He finally glances at you, and you're an absolute wreck.

You're tugging at your hair, your lips are quivering as you struggle to stay quiet and keep your emotions in check. Even though it didn't matter if you started wailing at the top of your lungs—you had already lost your job, there was no need to try and compose yourself now. But you remain ever professional, stifling your cries as much as you can as your chin wobbles.

Someone's rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you, and Enji takes a step away from you like he's been physically struck

You had just failed Touya. You failed him.

He was sleeping blissfuly unaware a few floors up, oblivious to the fact that your carelessness was going to destroy everything you had worked so hard on building

Touya's heart is fragile. He was going to break.

Touya needs you like an artist needs their muse. Touya needs you like a dancer needs their music. Being separated from you would be like tearing a flower out of the ground—he would just wilt and waste away until there was nothing left.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; i know a lot of people talk about touya's eyes but wow...they really are so beautiful. like, they are other worldly. i'm rewatching clips of him and oh my goshh he is my muse forever and ever idfc how many new interests i get over the years. no one can come close to the place he has in my heart. 🥺

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ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part2

Tw: Drinking, dancing (the drunk kind)

Bakugou could’ve found you in a room full of your identical twins, so finding you in a crowed of strangers was easier than tying his shoes. You were directly in the center of the dancer floor, the pink lights casting warmth across your glistening face as you let the music guide your hips from side to side. Your carefree dancing wasn’t something he’d never seen before, he’d been your DD since your UA days, but the site of you dancing with your hands trailing up your body still sucked the air from his lungs like it had the first time he saw it.

“Hey, idiot!” His hand cups over his mouth as he pushes through the drunken sea of bodies. So much for not packed. It takes you a few seconds and a few more feet until you look up and grin stupidly at your best friend. Throwing your arms around his neck you can feel the way his shoulders tense, hands falling loosely on your hips as he leans closer. “Let’s go kid, you’ve had way too much to drink.”

“No, I wanna keep dancing.” He ignores the thudding in his chest as you pull his body closer. Taking advantage of his stunned expression, you turn in his smooth palms to press your back to his chest. “Isn’t this fun, Kats?”

It wasn’t, not for him. Not when you were running your hands slowly from his neck behind you to his shoulders that have yet to release this uncomfortable tension. Especially not when you further close the small amount of space between your bodies and he could feel his heart beat pounding against your shoulder all while not missing a beat of the music. He had a love hate relationship with your carefree drunken adventures, yet he still chose to partake in them.

“Dynamite!?” His hero name catches his attention, temporarily letting him forget the way you moved against him. But as his head turns to see where the voice had come from, he finds himself tightening his grip on your hips and holding you pressed entirely against him. “I knew she was fucking around with you.”

“You don’t know shit, sidekick.” Bakugou glares in the direction of the low ranked hero from his agency, knowing you had no clue what was going on around you. “She’s drunk and you’re lucky she asked me not to fire you or beat your ass. Get the hell out of here.”

“She told me she was seeing someone else, what don’t you think I know?” His hands were flying in front of him, trying to use your drunk swaying as a sign of un loyalty. “I should’ve known a fuck like you can’t leave another man’s woman alone.”

He couldn’t stand there and let this man disrespect him, or you, but when his grip loosens and your hands fly to pull him back he lets the anger melt from within him. You wanted to dance, and he wasn’t going to let your ex boytoy prevent you from doing so. So, despite his burning rage, he uses your hips to guide you away from him.

“Boy toy doesn’t like you very much.” You tell him, mind fuzzing out the conversation he’d just had. You knew you were safe with Bakugou holding you, but even intoxicated you felt uneasy knowing the man had followed you here. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Bakugou agrees, letting you disconnect your bodies and begin to pull him off the dance floor. With his hand held tightly in yours, you make your way past the bar and toward the exit, all while ignoring the fire burning from where you connect. Surely it was the alcohol causing you to keep his hand in yours until you’ve reached his car a few blocks down the road.

-

“God damnit- can you release me so I can piss?” Your body tenses, the volume of his voice making you wince as you slowly gain consciousness. Why did he insist on being so loud? “I’ll even let you use me as a pillow when I get back, just get offa me long enough for me to-.”

You feel your cheek vibrating as he speaks, making your blood run ice cold as realization hits you like a truck. Embarrassment fills your lungs as you try to not freak out and over react to the fact that you’d somehow ended up in bed beside your best friend, clinging to his side and certainly using him as a pillow. Lifting your head, you shutter back a cringe as you feel the dampness that had formed between your cheek and his chest. You were drooling on this man.

“Kats, I am so sorry.” His arm stretches the second you’ve sat up and let him free. How long had you been asleep? “W-what time is it?”

“It’s fine, stop spazzin.” The moonlight coming from his bedroom window casted enough light for you to see the scars on his back as he pulls himself out of bed. You fought along side him in the war, so you always felt uneasy remembering how some of those scars came from him protecting you. “And stop blaming yourself, I can feel your guilt all the way over here.”

“I-I’m sorry.” He knew you too well, he always has. He could predict your mood before even laying eyes on you. So, you throw yourself back into his bed and pull his blanket over your head.

“Do you need more water? I made your stupid ass drink some before we went to bed, you’re welcome.” You can feel the bed dipping behind you, and his warmth returning to combine with yours, but you say nothing and hope he thinks you’re asleep. “I chose to save you, the scars are my own consequence. Stop being a sap and come back so we can sleep.”

“Come back?” He wanted to be drooled on? You’d slept beside him more times than you could count and the two of you never ended up cuddled together, was he not uncomfortable?“Are you drunk?”

“No? I just thought you were comfortable.” There’s a shake to his voice you hadn’t heard before, hesitation in the way he attempts to explain himself. “If you don’t want to that’s fine, just thought I’d offer.”

“I think one drunken cuddle is enough for tonight.”

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commission for PCRF

Afternoon patrolling 🌅

Imagine Hawks confiding in Endeavor that he’s been sleeping with one of the League members and Endeavor is like “Whatever you have to do to get information, do it.” and then later realizes that he was encouraging Hawks to go fuck his son 💀💀💀

under your spell. keigo “hawks” t.

keigo takami’s worst weakness is definitely the cowgirl position. he is sooo the type to be super turned on by that position and overall embarrassed by how much he enjoys it.

so he pretends he doesn’t like the position at all and even when you first start getting into the bedroom he doesn’t let you ride him under any circumstances! he doesn’t even let you grind on it like that! )):

but little did you know, keigo didn’t let you ride him because his cock was most sensitive in that position and he wasn’t ready to be submissive yet with how cocky he already is in bed.

so when he finally lets you after you’ve been begging him all month to just let you ride him, he caves in, telling you it can only be for a couple minutes since he “hated” the position.

“just tell me when—when you’re ready to..switch….”

he forced the words out trying his best to conceal his sluttiest moans. keigo sat against the headboard in a mindless daze, before said he wanted to sit up in this position since “he feels like he’s having his lady do all the work if he’s just laying there” but the way his face looks right now you’re pretty sure he’s not that much help like this either.

the poor blond man could barely even keep up as his voice shattered with every spoken word. his hard, thick shaft couldn’t take much more of the harsh strokes you were taking from it.

“uh-fu—ck”

keigos mouth was slightly parted and his eyes would’ve rolled back into his head if he wasn’t so intent in staring you dead in your eyes, not wanting to miss anything. his hands lazily laid on your thighs as you bounced up and down .

“you still don’t like this position keigo?”

“mmhmm”

keigo kept a starstruck look on his face as he watched you milk his cock for everything it had in it—happy to give it to you. your hands rubbed up and down his chest in an effort to massage him deeper. you couldn’t figure out why he hated this damn position so much!

everytime you leaned down a little for a kiss your boyfriend was more than happy to oblige you the best way he could, messily kissing your lips as he let you shove your tongue in his mouth.

your hips ground in an up and down motion against his pelvis with lustful urgency before lifting your hips up all the way till only the tip was inside and guiding it all the way back down to the hilt until you were fully stuffed again.

“stop doin’ that”

he whispered, like he couldn’t even believe this was happening to him right now. of course you didn’t listen to him though, continuing to slide up and down his cock a few more times before continuing your previous harsh bouncing against him.

“cummin—getoff-getoff!”

his hands came up quickly, thumbs rubbing against the skin protecting your ribs as they wrapped themselves around your sides and lifted you up off of his cock. just at that moment hot creamy ropes of almost clear shot up out of his angry red tip and onto the lips of your wet cunny.

blondieeu xx

Does Hawks have his own [Redacted]?

cw: grooming, assault, pedophilia

I mentioned in the little Hawks thing that he was groomed by a handler, but he had a really different reaction to it than reader. he hates her, but he also misses her?

it wasn't violent, like with reader. Hawks thought she was his friend, his lover... she brought him presents and porn and privileges and anything he could ever want, all in exchange for silence.

logically. he knows it really fucked him up. but the illogical part of him can't help but mourn the loss.

so yes, there is a redacted for Hawks. but he doesn't redact her name. he thinks it all of the time.

fake dating

pairing: midoriya x reader

summary: Izuku really needs a favor.

wc: 2.8k

event masterlist

You probably should have just said no. 

Though it was so incredibly hard to deny Izuku of anything, it wasn’t impossible. Difficult beyond belief, but not impossible. You only had yourself to blame, really, when you agreed to his request. You even had a few days to back out, but a part of you just couldn’t get yourself to let him down. 

But really, you wished you didn’t sign up to pretend to be Izuku’s partner when all you wanted was for it to be real. 

“Are you ready?”

No, you weren’t, but you couldn’t exactly tell Izuku the truth as you stood outside his family home, second away from attempting to convince everyone that you were dating. The very thought made you flush. 

“Wait, hold on,” You hesitated, grabbing his arm gently to stop him from opening the doorway. He followed your direction immediately, checking you once over to make sure you were alright. Just another reason why you were hopelessly in love with your friend—he was just so good. “Do you remember the backstory?”

“Yeah, do you? I wrote it all down if you need to review.” He nodded, and the fact that he had taken notes on your fake relationship made a grin form on your lips. 

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You trailed off, dropping your gaze from him in an effort to make the heat in your cheeks disappear. “Will your mom be suspicious if we aren’t physically affectionate? We never really talked about that.”

From the corner of your eye, you watched the color rise up Izuku’s neck and take over his features. 

“I don’t think so? W-we could hold hands, but only if you want!” He hurried to ensure you were comfortable, just like he had from the moment his plan was brought up. He was just as nervous as you were, only you were doing a better job at hiding it. 

Barely. 

“Okay, yeah.” You agreed, sliding the hand that was holding his arm down until it wrapped around his own. You could feel the raised skin from his scars under the pads of your fingers. Subconsciously, you brushed your thumb over the worst of the damage on the back of his hand. 

“S-sorry about my scars. I know they’re weird.” He apologized, not able to look at you. Frowning, you squeezed his hand once in silent reprimand. He had led you to the front door and was seconds away from letting you into his childhood home, but you couldn’t let him continue on thinking you thought his scars were weird. 

“They’re not.” You murmured as he pushed the door open, sounds and smells of dinner cooking alongside lively conversation washed over the two of you and almost drowned out your words. “I don’t think so, at least.” 

True to his nature, Izuku flushed at your words, but was kept from responding as none other than the Inko Midoriya raced towards the sound of the front door opening to sweep her son up into a massive hug. Izuku didn’t let go of your hand as he hugged his mother back, an action you both didn’t miss and felt incredibly endeared by. 

“Mom,” Izuku started, gesturing towards you with his free hand when he finally let his mother go. “This is—”

“I know who this is.” Inko interrupted, pulling you into a hug just as tight as the one meant for your son. Instantly, you felt a wave of guilt for lying to this woman about the truth of your relationship with her son. Izuku hadn’t said anything about it, but you knew that you’d have to fake break up after the dinner. You couldn’t exactly fake date forever. “You’ve talked about them for weeks! I’m so glad to finally meet you, dear. I’ve been begging Izuku to bring you over.”

“Mom,”

“I’m glad I could make it,” Overtop Izuku’s whine, you managed to force the words out despite how flustered you were at discovering Izuku—apparently—talked about you to his mother. So much so, that she had been asking about meeting you. 

You were so screwed. 

“The food’s almost ready. Everyone is in the other room.” Inko started herding you and Izuku towards the sound of chattering. He kept his hand clasped around yours, even as his mother nudged him around, but you couldn’t help but realize that he was doing everything in his power to avoid looking directly at you. 

Was he embarrassed? The whole point of the evening was to pretend that the two of you were dating to get his mother to give him some space on the matter, so why would he care that she believed your ruse? 

“Go socialize, you two!” Inko gave you one final push into the sitting room, already dotted with Izuku’s various aunties and other relatives. You hadn’t expected to recognize anyone, which is why you were totally surprised when you met a set of very familiar red eyes. 

“No shit. You actually went through with it.” 

“Kacchan!” Izuku’s panicked voice filled the silence left by Bakugou’s crude and cryptic comment. All of the aunties in the room paused to glare at him, and Bakugou’s mother cuffed the back of his head in reprimand. 

This was bad. Bakugou was the only one who knew about your crush on Izuku. It wasn’t that you had told him, but more so that he confronted you about your feelings one sparring session and you panicked too fast to deny it. Since he was the only one who knew, you had thought it was safe to mention your fake dating plan to him.

Now, you were certain you were going to regret it. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, though you knew that the Bakugous and Mrs. Midoriya had been friends since the boys were in preschool. You just didn’t know why he had to be there. If it had been a different situation, you would have laughed at the sight of Bakugou sitting on Mrs. Midoriya’s small couch with neighborhood aunties surrounding him on all sides. But he was grinning far too smugly for you to consider the possibility that he would keep your secret. 

“I was invited,” Bakugou shrugged nonchalantly, then dropped his attention down to your hand wrapped around Izuku’s, and you just knew he was going to make some teasing comment. It was bad enough he taunted you in private over your crush on damn Deku, but you knew you were in serious trouble in front of a crowd. “What are you doing here?”

You grit your teeth at the smug asshole, face burning so incredibly bright red. From the corner of your eye, you knew Izuku was in a similar state. 

“I’m Izuku’s date,” You explained what he already knew. It was hard enough to pretend to date Izuku to begin with, but now to do it all with Bakugou watching?

“Yeah, my date.” Izuku nodded. From the expression on his face, you knew he was thinking something similar to you. He was even closer to Bakugou than you were. 

Bakugou smirked, but after a moment’s hesitation, he shrugged and went back to whatever conversation he had previously been in before your arrival. As he dropped the topic, you let out a breath you had been holding in due to nerves. 

“That was close,” You murmured in Izuku’s ear as he led you across the room to an empty seat. 

“Sorry,” He whispered back, close enough that you felt his breath brush against the shell of your ear. Shivering, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “I kinda forgot that Kacchan would be here.” 

“That’s alright,” You assured him, even though the way your heart was pounding in your chest was absolutely not alright. “I think he’s playing along for now.” 

A truce, it would seem. 

You should have known you couldn’t trust Bakugou when it came to matters of teasing Izuku. 

At the dinner table, you sat beside Izuku, his hand still diligently holding yours. Of course, Bakugou had seated himself across from Izuku, shooting the two of you knowing, taunting looks as you ate. It was hard to answer Mrs. Midoriya’s questions about yourself or follow the conversations around the table when you were just waiting for Bakugou to start something. 

“How long have you been together, again?” Inko asked politely as she served more of the food she had made onto your plate. You smiled graciously at her, trying to remember the story you and Izuku had created. 

“A month.” You felt so guilty for lying, but Izuku had asked you for a favor and you’d agreed. 

Though, it felt less and less like a fake date when Izuku refused to let go of your hand for a moment. Under the table, your fingers were threaded together and resting in your lap.

“Uh huh. And how’d you get together?” Bakugou cut in, shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned forward, interested in the conversation about your relationship. 

“Katsuki, you’re being rude.” His mother chastised, but you felt a sudden need to rise to Bakugou’s challenge. If you were going to fake date Izuku, then you were going to do it right. 

“Izuku just asked me when we were hanging out one day.” You countered with a newfound bravery. It wasn’t exactly a lie—you had been hanging out with Izuku when he asked you to be his date, only with the caveat that it was fake. Bakugou grinned at you playing into his game, leaning forward on his elbows. 

“Yeah, Kacchan, you know.” Izuku stammered to back you up, and you smiled softly at him, brushing your thumb over his scarred knuckles once more under the table. 

“What did he say, exactly?” Bakugou pushed for details, smirking. 

“Why do you want to know?” Your face scrunched in confusion. It seemed more like he genuinely wanted to know instead of just teasing the two of you.

“Curious,” Bakugou shrugged, though his attention suddenly was fixed on Izuku, who was flushed bright red. “What’d ya say, Deku? Anything dramatic when ya asked ‘em out?”

You turned to face Izuku with a confused frown. It seemed like Bakugou was having a separate conversation with Izuku right in front of you. 

“Oh, leave them alone, Katsuki!” Mrs. Bakugou ordered, and you realized exactly who he got his temper from. Scowling, Bakugou turned his focus from you and Izuku to argue with his mother. Despite your confusion, you managed to steal a glimpse at Izuku and found him blushing red and pushing food around his plate as if he was deep in thought. 

Your secret was safe, for now.

Somehow, you made it through dinner without further comments from Bakugou, and before you knew it, Izuku was walking you home. 

“I think it went well.” You hummed, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the two of you the moment his front door shut. His hand had slipped from yours once the night was over, and with it went any disbelief about what the night had been about. “I’m sorry that I probably won’t get to see your mother again.”

You really were upset about it. Inko had been an absolute delight, and you knew exactly where Izuku had gotten all his sweetness from. But at the mention of your inevitable fake breakup, Izuku tensed from beside you, pausing on the sidewalk outside his building. 

“About that…” Izuku muttered, trailing off in nerves. You frowned at him in curiosity, having to fight the newly developed urge to hold his hand. How were you supposed to go back to normal after a night of pretending everything you wanted was real? “I, uh, actually meant for this to be real.”

“What?” Your mind went blank as you tried to process what he said. It wasn’t out of character for him to suddenly drop information on you out of nowhere, but never had it been something so serious as his possible feelings for you. 

“When I asked you to be my date tonight.” He clarified, voice wavering. “I meant for real.”

You blinked slowly at him, barely able to keep your jaw from dropping in shock. How hadn’t you realized? When he asked you, you had just assumed he meant fake dating, and he had never corrected you. But to know that he meant it as a real, actual date? You couldn’t believe it. 

“Why did you let me think you meant to pretend?” Shock was the only emotion evident on your face as you watched Izuku’s face flush at your admonishment. 

“Because I didn’t want to push my luck! Plus I thought it might have been your way of letting me down easy. But Kacchan kept teasing, and I thought maybe he knew something I didn’t. And I don’t know, I’m really nervous right now. Please say something. Anything, really—”

“Izuku Midoriya.” You interrupted his rambling with a call of his full name, and it works a little too well, getting him to stop talking at the cost of making him go pale and freeze with wide eyes.

“Oh no.”

“You’re adorable.” Recovering from your shock, you grinned, reaching out to wrap your hand around his like you wanted to from the start. Holding his between both of your own, you made sure to brush your thumbs over his scars he had said thought made him weird earlier in the evening. 

“Oh?” 

“Ask me again.” You encouraged him, a smile gracing your lips as you watched every expression that washed over his features. 

“What?” Ever oblivious to matters of the heart, his face twisted in confusion. “But the dinner is over already.”

“Izuku.” You tugged on his hand, bringing him half a step closer to you. “Ask me again.”

It seemed to dawn on him what you meant, and a blush bloomed across his face while he gathered his courage. 

“Will you be my date to my mom’s holiday dinner party?”

“Of course I will.” You giggled, knowing it was a little ridiculous that you were making him ask you again but unable to go without setting things right. You had been too oblivious to know what he meant before, but now you could fix it. 

“Really?” He asked, eyes wide, as if you weren’t holding his hand between your own. 

“If you want me to.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 

“Yeah.” Izuku nodded quickly, clearly excited. “Yeah, I really do. For real, this time.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully at his teasing jab. You were probably never going to be able to live down your misunderstanding. 

You tugged his hand once more until he was so close you had to tilt your chin up to face him. With your sudden proximity, his teasing tone vanished, replaced by one of thinly veiled nervousness. A sweetheart.

“Do you kiss on the first date?” You asked, voice innocent despite the question. Izuku’s face went red, and you could have sworn you heard him audibly swallow.

“I’m trying very hard to be cool about this, but I can’t lie to you. I’ve never been on a first date.”

Oh, now that you knew he wanted you, you were going to eat him alive.

“Do you want to kiss on the first date?” Rephrasing your question, you tilted your head slightly to the side to watch his reaction. 

“Yeah.” 

Gently, you set a hand on his cheek to guide his face closer to yours, taking the lead to press your lips against his in a short, sweet kiss. His lips were slightly chapped from the cold and how often he chewed on them, but you enjoyed the way he burned against you all the same. 

“Did the nerd finally ask you for real?”

At the sound of Bakugou’s voice, you jerked away from Izuku. With the adrenaline of Izuku’s confession, and then your kiss, you had forgotten you were only standing outside the building he lived in. It was a miracle that only Bakugou had caught you.

“Kacchan! I didn’t see you there!” Izuku, as red as ever, greeted your mutual friend with a renewed energy he hadn’t possessed when he’d been taunted with your fake date. Now that you had cleared the air about your intentions, his confidence had come back.

And apparently ruined all of Bakugou’s fun.  

“I was just leaving.” The blond rolled his eyes, shoving past the two of you with a frown and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Watching him disappear down the sidewalk, you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him. 

“Did he know this whole time?” You asked Izuku. You knew you had confided in Bakugou about how you felt, and if Izuku had done the same, then he had known the entire time and could have cleared the air. 

“I… think so.”

“Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

if it’s not painfully obvious, this isn’t proofread

also i feel like i could have done so much better

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

If reqs are open..I was wondering if you could make a mha smau with y/n flirting with Izuku and whoever else you’d like to add! (Pre relationship)

⁀➷ us perchance?

pairing. midoriya x fem!reader

genre. fluff, humor, kinda crackish

notes. i think mido is the physical embodiment of the 😅 emoji

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ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 1

“Yeah, sorry Mina.” A nervous chuckle leaves your throat as you press the phone to your ear. Your friend had finally calmed down, so you had to call your other friend to tell her she could enjoy the rest of her night. “I’m glad you guys hadn’t left yet, otherwise I’d feel terrible.”

After exchanging a few more words and telling her to have a goodnight, you end the call and shove the phone into your back pocket. Now you had to deal with the mess Bakugou had made trying to make it to your front door. He’d thrown himself to his feet the second your story ended and it registered to him that you’d been disrespected by a man who’d cried to him just days ago about you.

“I’ll clean it, don’t worry about it.” You noticed the way his red eyes couldn’t meet yours and the stiffness in his shoulders as you began to clean the spilled candy he’d knocked from your table. “I can’t believe you waste time on asshats like that.”

“How was your date?” He’d always disapproved of the men you had in your life, so changing the subject was the only way out of another you can do better speech. “I didn’t get any SOS texts so I assume it went well enough.”

The tiny candies are tossed into the trash while Bakugou ignores your question. He didn’t want to talk about the girl he couldn’t remember the name of or the less than worth it date he’d taken her on. You’d just scold him for being picky and tell him he’d die alone at this rate, and with the weight in his chest every time you texted him- he’d started to believe it himself.

“Kats, I’m talking to you.” Your best friend was notoriously known for being an asshole, but he never ignored your questions, he was usually over the moon to tell you every detail of his dates- including the ones you could live without ever knowing. “Are you seriously mad I wouldn’t let you ruin your career over a guy I didn’t even like that much?”

“I’m pissed.” He answers, straightening your coffee table. Returning to the spot he’d previously been sat in on your couch, he finally meets your hardened gaze and rolls his eyes. “The guys a shitty fuckin side kick, and he’s out here sleeping with other women?”

“It’s fine.” Being friends with Katsuki Bakugou had always been troublesome. He was too angry for his own good, and you hated how he let such small things set him off. You didn’t care if it was true, and the guy had slept with someone else, it was over and you wouldn’t miss him. “You know I’m okay, right?”

“Not the point, kid.” The stupid nickname he’d always used when things got tense, kid. An insult he’d called you when you were students and you struggled to keep up with his ever growing strength. “You’re not some random hookup, you shouldn’t keep letting bottom barrel no body’s treat you like one.”

“That’s what I wanted though, he wanted to date and I’m the one who said no.” Your career was important to you, so dating wasn’t something you particularly cared about. Clearly, your best friend didn’t care, rolling his eyes again as you plop beside him and throw your legs into his lap. “If wed been dating maybe I’d be upset, but we weren’t so it is what it is.”

Comfortable silence replaces the thick tension the room had been filled with just minutes ago. Something about the way his fingertips brushed lazily across your bare legs made you forget why you’d even been arguing with him in the first place. The world might know him as the explosive hero with zero people skills, but behind closed doors, he was truly one of the softest kindest people you’d ever met. Sure, it took years of friendship and many many arguments to find that heavily guarded part of him burried under the thicker less bearable layers of his personality- but once you did, he never hid it from you again.

“I’m crashing here tonight, I’ll shower in the morning.” His voice sounded distant, like he’d been a thousand miles away as he stared blankly out the window beside him. You’d learned he zoned out far too often and his mind just spoke itself. “Since someone had to fight me for 30 minutes and now I don’t have time.”

“Uh huh, blame me.” You weren’t usually one to drop an argument, especially one you knew you’d when. But you were enjoying the soft glide of his fingers running up and down your shin to even try to argue. “I have to be out by 6. The train leaves at 6:10, so try not to be an ass in the morning.”

You preferred public transport, so waking up early was just a part of your routine now. Your poor car had hardly driven a mile in months, sitting sadly in the car park. Driving was for people with no patience, and you had plenty.

“I’ll take you to work on my way in, so I can buy you coffee as an I’m sorry.” And so he could spend a few extra minutes with you, he tells himself silently. “I could pop in and scare your students into behaving.”

“No. they already assume you’re my husband bevause you’re there so often.” It was true. Your students had asked you a thousand times if the two of you lived together, if Dynamite was a good husband, and all the things that made you laugh uncomfortablly at 7 in the morning. “Plus, you know if Mr. Aizawa sees you again he’ll kick your ass. I know you miss your bestie all day- but please try to control yourself.”

“Not possible. I’ve been tryin to control myself- but yaknow, someone needs pants or a coffee or a damn charger everyday.” He smirks, blocking your foot from nudging him in faux annoyance. “Just because I’m a Hero doesn’t mean you can keep usin me like this.”

“Yeah? How do you suggest I use you then Dynamite?” Your stupid question had left your mouth before you even realized how it sounded, causing your face to burn and your feet to retract from his lap to allow you to burry your face in your knees. “Fuckin hell, ignore that- I didn’t mean for that to sound so suggestive.”

“Nah, I get it. You’re totally into me.”

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Just had to let yall know their dynamic, fun stuff happens soon.

Also waited until midnight to post because ITS MY BIRTHDAY GANG!!!

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tiktok reader sees Redacted at a gala honoring heroes and she just. watches from a distance

My guess for redacted—Lady Nagant. She got to be reformed, saved from her past. She got to restart and be a new person.

And what do you (reader) get? Erased. You never existed. Your contributions are hidden in the back of the skeleton filled closet with the rest of the Commission's old sins.

It's not that you hate her, oh no. You think sometimes you're happy for her. And other times you just wish she would evaporate into nothingness. She might be one of the only people who really understands what you've been through and that is scarier than her triple digit kill count.

Love you and your writing 💞💓🫰

cw: assault mention

I dont think it was her. but I think she was the reason that reader never told anyone.

maybe they used to have a mentor/pupil relationship. reader was supposed to be her replacement one day, someone to clean up messes just like Lady Nagant. Hawks was always the commissions favorite, but she hoped. she hoped that she was Nagant's favorite.

its weeks after it happened. [redacted] has been hovering around the commission, 'accidentally' bumping into you over and over again. it's getting hard to force a smile, so you find yourself in Lady Nagant's wake, riding her coat tails for the security.

"He's been watching you," she points out the moment you two are alone.

You nod. She just sighs and goes back to her work, adjusting the sights on her rifle- the one that isn't attached to her.

"You shouldn't make a habit-" she says it low. "Of sleeping with married men. People will think you're a slut."

Your stomach revolts and your throat goes wet with acid. It takes a moment to swallow the feeling down and mirror Nagant. How does she know? Is it the look in his eye? Or has he told people that you were with him willingly?

"I didn't-," you mumble, cool as you can. "I think he-"

A deep breath does nothing to calm your racing heart. It feels like another betrayal from your own body, fighting against what you want-

"I think he raped me."

The sentence sits heavy between you, but Lady Nagant doesn't look up from her work.

"I think you learned a valuable lesson," she says. "All of these heroes are just as vile as anyone else."

She pulls the receiver back, then lets it click forward.

"It's your fault for being stupid enough to trust a man."

I'm so sorry but ever since that teen Hawks page was translated on twitter I can't stop thinking about it. like. Mera treated him like a person. he was assigned to Hawks when he was already a teenager. did no one treat him like a person before then? was it such an uncommon occurrence that it seemed special when someone did? I mean, they didn't even let him have a person's name. they gave him a hero name, and to the HPSC, that was the name of a tool. of a product. they basically bought a child and treated him so coldly that Mera stood out to him because he treated him like a person. the bars of my enclosure.