a/n: panty fucking w seroooooo and make it brothers bsf
you need your own place. you’ve been tossing and turning for hours, sero and your brother are playing music too loud and the smell of weed is seeping under your door. you kick your covers off, ready to say something when the music stops and the apartment seems to finally quiet.
you huff and settle into your bed once more, waiting for your eyes to get heavy with sleep. just as you get comfortable your door cracks open. you sit up, finding sero filling out your door way.
“you know where the bathroom is.” you hiss, throwing a pillow at him.
“yeah.” he steps in and clicks the door shut. “must’ve got lost on the way to the couch.” he stands at the end of your bed. “those are cute.” he nods with a lazy grin.
“what?” your cheeks heat.
“your panties with the little bunnies.” his eyes flick up to yours. “lemme get a closer look.” he grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed.
“sero!” you gasp. “he’s in the other room.” eyes going wide.
“then don’t make any noise.”
your legs fall open and his eyes leave your face, sliding down the over sized shirt that’s now bunched up around your middle and stopping on your cotton panties. he reaches down and thumbs at the cotton, glancing up at you when you make a small sound. you bring your hand up to your mouth as he keeps dragging his thumb up and down.
“there you go.” he mumbles. “good girl.” he grins at the shudder goes through your body.
your chest is heaving with each pass of his thumb, hips jerking every time he avoids your aching clit. he watches a wet patch grow in the center, chuckling at you and the desperate cant of your hips. when he finally circles your clit, the sound that comes from you has him locking his eyes with yours.
“‘m sorry.” you gasp.
“try to stay quiet.” he taps your clit and pulls back.
he pushes his sweats down and your eyes go wide as he pulls his cock out, stroking himself a couple times before he smacks the head on your soaked panties. you jerk with the feeling, looking up at him with round eyes as he starts to slide up and down the cotton, nudging your clit perfectly.
“sero.” a small plea.
“shh shh shh.”
one of his hands is on your waist, the other is between the both of you holding his cock in place as he drags his cock up and back down. he groans lowly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts to pace up momentum. your panties are embarrassingly slick, the sound making its way to your ears.
“got my shit soaked and you still got your panties on.” he lets out a breathy chuckle.
you turn your head to the side, covering your eyes with your arm and clamping your teeth into your bottom lip so you can use your other hand to pull up your shirt. he groans when you show him your perked nipples, mouth watering and wanting to scrape his teeth agaisnt them to hear your noises.
“play with em.” he nods. you peek at him, bringing a shaky hand down to your chest and taking your nipple between your fingers. “good girl.”
while you play with your nipples, he fucks your panties faster, low grunts spilling from his mouth while small gasps fall from your lips. his cock keeps catching on your covered pussy, pushing in just a fraction before he slides back up to your clit. you’re bucking against him, panties so soaked he’s practically just rubbing himself against your bare folds now from how translucent they are.
“sero!” you whimper.
“shush.” his eyes lock with your glossy ones.
a low grunt rises in his chest when his cock slips under your panties and slides against your honeyed mess. he collapses over you, his hand clapping over your mouth as he starts to hump against faster. your panties are keeping him presses right against you as he slides through your slick. with another pass of his tip on your clit you fall apart, shaking beneath him as you cum, your fingers digging into his back.
he groans, twitching between your legs and with a low groan of your name he’s cumming. you’re both panting, staring at each other as you slowly detangle. he fixed your panties, rubbing over them with his fingers and smearing his cum all over your puffy lips.
“see you in the morning.” he pats your thigh, adjusting himself in his sweats and walking out.
a/n writing this at a school event.. cut me sum slack!!!
idk fluff with eventual smut ( ? )
gn reader x katsuki post timeskip
mitsuki opens the door with a stern expression. katsuki glares at her. " seriously, old hag? " he growls, starting to button up your shirt again. you squirm nervously as mitsuki's gaze bores into you. " yes, seriously. we were going to have a family dinner, and when i check the car, i see this! " she exclaims, clearly exhasperated. ( i spelt that wrong ik ) bakugo grumbles, finishing buttoning up your shirt and adjusts your collar. you get out of the car, katsuki following shortly.
as you two go into the house, mitsuki is talking about manners and so on. the trio make it into the dining room, masaura, bakugo's father sits at the table, waiting. theres four warm bowls of curry awaiting you, bakugo and mitsuki. as you all get seated, masaru turns to you, smiling warmly. " we're very happy to have you here. " you smile and nod awkwardly.
after the dinner, you hurridly thank the two before rushing out, katsuki following you shortly. as you both get in the car, he turns to you, snickering. " loser. it wasnt that bad. " you smack his shoulder. " your mom almost saw us fuck! what do you mean, not bad?! " you exclaim. he rolls his eyes, annoying sexy smirk still on his face. " now.. where were we before we were interupted? "
the only thing you can think about is katsuki's thick cock sliding in and out of you, heavy balls smacking against you. drool foams at the corner of your mouth as you babble on about how good it feels and so on. katsuki's hips stutter, before shoving his cock impossibly deep, spurting out milky cum, coating your walls. he throws his head back, groaning almost pathetically. " gonna fill you up.. next time we go to my parents house.. we're gonna have a baby.. got it? " he growls against you, not pulling out just yet.
you read it on the train, the blur of the city whooshing past. you've been resisting this day, resisting the very idea that touya—dabi, you remind yourself, that's what everyone calls him now, ever since that video came out—probably wouldn't survive.
but it doesn't hurt any less to see the years he was alive stand so impersonally on your phone screen.
you dig the palm of your hand into an eyeball. tears form regardless, hot and fat, spilling down your cheeks and into the soft down of your scarf.
they don't mention that he used to leave out cans of food for the stray cats. he'd stand outside shaking the bag if one of them was late, hands on his hips like a disappointed mom.
there's nothing about how much he liked having his hair played with, that whenever he laid on your chest and you stopped fluffing it, he'd pull back and glare at you until you started again.
nothing about how he used to call you 'love' when he was tipsy, 'my darling' when he was drunk.
not a word about how sore of a loser he was in mario kart, or that he told you once that he'd like to be a really good dad.
"might be cool." you can still remember the sly glance he sent your way. "you know. if the world was different."
bakugo's calloused hands pull you closer, gripping your neck. his lips were messily slotted against yours, tongue tasting you and exploring your mouth hungrily. he groans into your mouth as you run your fingers through his hair. he pushes you into the seat of the back of his car, pinning you down. bakugo smashes his lips against yours again, tongue aggresively dominating yours.
he starts to grind against you, pulling away to suck at your neck. you whimper, out of breath. " k..kats.. we have to meet your parents.. " you stammer out breathily. " they can wait. " bakugo growls against your skin. you squirm as he continues, biting your lip to hold back embarassing noises.
you scratch his scalp when his hard clothed cock rubs against your groin. " mmnh, we gotta make it quick. " he groans, starting to unbutton your shirt. seeing more of your collarbone exposed, he leans in, peppering kisses and leaving bites on your skin. before a pathetic, embarassing noise leaves your mouth...
knock! knock! bang!
you freezes, seeing mizuki staring at you guys from the window of the car door.
a/n doing the tags is honestly more annoying than ANYTHING.
Bakugo’s incredibly sweet girlfriend screws him senseless.
She is just the cutest , charming, and kind little thing he’s ever met. But…Bakugo soon found out she has an internal switch.
“Ooohhooo my—-ffffff—-Y/N wait wait baby—!”
“‘M sorry I—please you feel so good!”
She has a tendency to overstimulate them both when she is on top.
Did I also mention she on top a lot?
She’s smaller than him, happier than him, nicer than him, and apparently more….tenacious to say the least than him when it comes to sex.
The springs of the bed were at its wits end, the slaps of her wet skin against his echoed the hallway as she bounced up and down. Bakugo throw his head back onto the damp pillow, his nape latching onto his hickied neck , and his mouth a gape he feels another orgasm being drawn out of him. So much so his palms began to spark a little.
He apologizes—half way only because he’s mostly a babbling mess, but he looked so sexy. His chest was sweaty and red, though he was begging her to slow down he nips at his bottom lip with a smirk when she just grinds her hips harder against him. He’s definitely ganna get her back for this.
“S’good! Katsuki you’re—you’re so big! You’re so—mmm!”
She’s a mess too, but she can’t stop even if she’s sore between her thighs, even if her clit is swollen, even if her breast are tender. She needs one more.
Bakugo’s sweet girlfriend gets dick drunk so easily and he doesn’t complain, he just prepares himself.
“C’mere—“ The last bit of energy he uses to hold himself up he grabs her by the back of her hair and grips it to kiss her , “C’mon cum with me then, you can do it common—just like that.”
He swallows every moan, her body finally relaxing into his grip to let him take over from below and finish the rest of the job . His warm, slippery hands grab the bottom of her butt to grip and hold her still to thrust up into her. With every worn cry of his name he felt his dick twitch inside her.
Nobody would ever believe a girl as prim, proper, and quiet as her would ever be as loud and raunchy as she is right now.
The orgams crashes over them both, this one being a mess with him squirting inside her and her wanting to do the same so she begins to rub her clit between them both.
“Damn it…. you’re so hot.” Bakugo leans back to watch her quick little fingers rub fast curled to cum on him.
The wet mess drenched the small gap between them, finally slowing down he holds her close, She bites gently at his neck to leave another bruise, to then lick all the way up to his mouth. Moaning softly as the shivers his twitching tip is still leaving inside her.
Bakugo’s sweet girlfriend was insatiable. Her eyes were on him with a transition to lust to now full love once she regained her mind back, though they both were still a little sexed out she peppered him in sweet kisses. Just like she do before he leaves for work everyday.
“Thank you…I’m sorry..” She repeats on his lips between pecks, all he could do was chuckle weakly, it’s routine that she always do after cumming. Bakugo’s girlfriend can be so clingy.
When he lays her on her back her arms reach out to him, asking with her body to hold him, Bakugo kisses her tummy, eyes locked and dark gliding down between her hot sticky thighs,
“Lemme clean you up…” He takes a long stripe to her slit, his cum falling in his tongue, she bites her lip and hums happily while arching her back, “You can fall asleep I got you.”
Bakugo wouldn’t have it any other way though. He loves it there.
“you know who you’re texting sweetheart?” his deep voice drips through your speaker.
“mhm.” you nod.
“i’m not selling to you.” he chuckles.
“wha- why?” you whine.
“cause you don’t smoke.” he leans back. “i’ll come smoke you up though. make you feel real good, yeah?” he grins already plotting.
“can you.. not tell sho? i just.. mm.” you shrink into shoto’s hoodie you’re wearing.
“didn’t even tell him you were calling me, huh?” another breathy chuckle as he gets his keys. “y’know he’s gonna get all pouty if he knows his best friend is hanging out with his brother.”
“dabi please.” you whine.
“alright, sweetheart. i’ll be there in 20.”
he hangs up and you chew on your lips wondering if you made a bad decision. you get up and go to fix your hair, trying to do anything to distract yourself until you get a text.
dabi: i’m outside
you run down the stairs of your dorm and find him parked right at the entrance. you slide into his car and he drives you both to the back of the parking lot. you’re picking at your nails, avoiding looking at him but you can feel him looking at you.
“listen,” you jump at his voice. “you sure you wanna smoke? i can listen to you whine or whatever..” he sighs.
“i do.” you nod.
“backseat.” he flicks his head back and you start to crawl back. “well.. tell me why you wanna smoke.” he adjusts in the backseat and starts to roll.
you complain about your professors and some stupid group project. continuing about how all the guys on campus are pigs, whining when he asks if shoto is one. you shake your head, telling him shoto has been so caught up in classes that you’ve been alone for the past month and all your friends have boyfriends and spend their free time with them.
“so what i’m hearing is you want a lil boyfriend and sho isn’t cutting it.” he drags his tongue along the wrap.
“dabi stop.” you cover your face.
“don’t get all shy on me now.” he chuckles and lights the blunt.
the music is low and he passes the blunt to you, clicking his tongue when you reach for it and he brings it to your glossed lips. he mumbles about a little hit but you end up coughing anyway. he hands you a bottle of water and rubs your back while smirking at you.
“did i just take your virginity?” he brings the blunt back to his mouth and takes a long drag.
“what?” you turn to him with wide eyes.
“you’ve never smoked before?” he raises an eyebrow.
“no.” you whisper.
“c’mere. this’ll make it smoother.”
he takes another hit before pulling you closer and leaning in, grabbing your jaw making you open your mouth. he blows the smoke into your mouth and you still cough anyway out of surprise.
“s’okay.” he rubs you back. “c’mon.”
he pulls you closer to him and you get comfy, tossing your leg over his thigh as he wraps his arm around you. the car is getting hazy and so is your mind as dabi keeps blowing smoke into your mouth. his lips had brushed yours this last time as you let out the smallest whimper, his fingers digging into your side.
he takes the last hit before dabbing it out in the ashtray, holding it in his lungs as he pulls you fully on his lap. he pulls your lips down to his and you happily press your lips to his, melting into him as the smoke transfers to your lungs.
he keeps kissing you even after the smoke is gone and you don’t have any complaints, you’re like putty in his lap. his hands slip under your hoodie, groaning when he only finds bare skin and then sliding back down to palm at your little cotton shorts. he pulls back but you chase his lips with a little whine and press them back to his.
he pulls back again. “tell me what you want.”
“to feel good.” you whisper.
“yeah?” he grins. “wanna rub this little pussy on my thigh til you make a mess?”
“yeah.” you nod your head quickly, tossing your leg back over his thigh.
his hands hold onto your hips watching as you drag yourself up his thigh. you look up at him with round eyes and he pulls you back into a kiss, slowly guiding your hips to keep you moving.
“dabi.” you whine into his mouth. “faster.”
“you can move on your own.” he chuckles.
“nooo want you to just.. mm.” you bury your head in his neck.
“alright alright, here.”
he maneuvers you both around until your back is on the seat and he’s between your thighs. you’re scrunched but all complaints leave your mind when he kisses the outside of your shorts. your hips jerk and his laugh fans across your heat.
“want me to pull these to the side, sweetheart?” he blinks up at you.
“yes!” you nod, fingers digging into your hoodie.
he pulls the damp cotton to the side and groans when he’s met with your slick folds. he licks a fat stripe up your center and circles your clit, grinning at the high pitched sounds spilling from your lips. he sucks your clit into his mouth and he knows he has a new addiction.
your hips are grinding against his face, one hand leaving your hoodie and going to tug his head closer. he groans into you, tongue lapping at your sensitive bud over and over until you’re shaking. you’re so sensitive and head all cloudy that you can’t form a full sentence to tell him you’re already about to cum.
“dabi- i! dabi it’s- ngh! please!”
he knows and he licks faster, slick sounds bouncing off the car windows. you cum with a sob of his name and he licks down to you pussy and slurps up your juices that leak out before shoving his tongue past your gummy entrance.
“ahh! dabi!!”
you’re shaking, tugging him closer and pushing him away all at once but he’s not done. he fucks his tongue into you, nose bumping against your clit and your toes curl, thighs slamming around his head as you cum again, harder this time. he licks you through it before pulling off with wet lips.
“feeling better?” he grins.
“mhm.” you nod, legs still shaking.
“wanna smoke again then i carry you back up to your dorm and fuck you to sleep?” he grins at your whimper.
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inko coos holding up izuku’s baby all might onesie, her eyes already tearing up remembering when he was so small. she looks at you with pink cheeks and sniffles softly before izuku is there taking the onesie from her and pulling her into a hug.
“i’m still your baby.” he chuckles.
“i want grandkids.” she buries her face in his neck.
he couldn’t focus at all throughout dinner and looked at you sheepishly every time you called his name to get his attention. when he would look at you all he could see was your glowing face holding a green haired baby, he’d blink the vision away each time his mom grabbed his attention.
the end of dinner couldn’t come soon enough, he had to keep adjusting from how hard he was getting and his blush was slowly creeping up his neck. he had to assure his mom he was just tired and she finally allowed the two of you to leave, with the all might onesie gripped in his hand. he helped you into the car and the first couple minutes were silent with his hand gripped onto your thigh.
“zuku what’s wrong?” you bury your hand in his hair.
“nothing baby.” he reaches up for your hand and brings it to his mouth.
“you sure.” you tangle your fingers with his and bring them to your lap.
“mhm.” he smiles at you.
the rest of the ride home is filled with growing tension, not bad but hot and ready to burst. you’re squirming in your seat, fingers flexing in his as this energy flows off of him. when he parks the car he turns to you with blown pupils.
“izu?” you whisper.
“do you.. my mom said..” his mind is all over the place but always landing on a picture of you under him with your legs pressed to your chest as he breeds you. “a kid. do you wanna have a kid?” he searches your eyes.
“oh!” you let out a little giggle. “is that what you’ve been distracted by?”
“yes.” he doesn’t hesitate. “do you?”
“mhm.” you smile. “i- oh!”
he’s out of the car the next second and opening your door and helping you out. he pulls you to the elevator and when you both are sealed behind the doors his mouth is on yours, hot and searing. you melt into him, gasping when he lifts you up and holds you tightly. the elevator stops but he doesn’t, just carries you down the hall to the apartment and fumbles with his keys.
once you’re inside, the door is kicked shut and he’s making a straight line for the bedroom. he sets you down only to rid you both of your clothes before he tosses you back on the bed. you bounce up and down with a soft giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows but he’s already crawling between your legs. he kisses up your body before he takes your lips with his.
“izuku.” you whine into his mouth.
“hm?” he kisses down your neck, hand slipping between your thighs and letting his fingers tease your folds.
“mmf!” you arch into him.
“you’re gonna look so so pretty pregnant.” he mumbles against your skin.
“what if i get too cranky or-”
“don’t care.” he shakes his head, his hair tickling your skin. “gonna be round and have my baby in your tummy.” he nods, nipping softly at your neck. “everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”
he gets you dripping quickly, his fingers know exactly how to work you and his mouth on your neck leaves little marks in its wake. he circles two fingers around your dripping hole and slowly pushes them in, lifting up so he can watch each little change in your face as he starts to fuck them into you.
“please, i want you.” you tangle your fingers in his hair.
he planned to make you cum first but you’re already so wet and he’s been waiting all night to finally get you under him. he pulls his fingers out and gathers up your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them there with one arm while he lines himself up.
“ready to have a little baby crawling around?” he pushes his tip in. “we’re gonna have to give em a sibling or two.” he sinks another inch in.
“yes!” you gasp, toes curling as he stretches you open.
his mind goes a little blank, both hands now holding the backs of your knees as he pushes the rest of the way in. you’re making the sweetest sounds, tossing your head back to the pillows when he rolls his hips into yours.
“zukuuu!” you whine.
”i know baby.” he coos, starting to pull out to slowly split you back open.
each time he pushes back into you it feels a little deeper, a little harder. he rests your ankles on his shoulders and his hands dig into the mattress beside you as his hips start snapping into yours. you’re holding onto his arms, nails digging in, sending a shiver down his spine.
he starts pounding into you, whining so pretty as your greedy cunt soaks him and sucks him in. your thighs are shaking, hair sweaty and stuck to your forehead as he works you up. you already feel your orgasm about to snap and with a few more rolls of his hips you’re cumming.
”she’s tryna milk me already.” he lets out a breathy laugh, fucking you through it.
your mouth is hanging open and letting every sound spill out into the room while he starts to fuck you even harder. he lifts back up and digs his fingers into your claves and presses them to your chest as he ruts into you. your eyes are rolling back, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, feet twitching as pleasure keeps bursting throughout your body.
another orgasm slams through you, taking over all of your senses and izuku grunts, hips faltering. a couple more harsh thrusts and his hips stop when they’re flush with yours as he spills rope after rope into you.
“fuck baby.” he grunts, rocking his hips into yours.
“izu.” you whine.
”shh shh shh.” he coos. “not done yet.” you feel his cock twitch and your toes curl.
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izuku looks down at you from his position, him sitting on the edge on the bed, nude, and you between his legs in your undergarnments. his heavy cock leaks pre-cum in front of you, twitching when your breath hits it. you look up at him with a teasing look, before just licking his tip.
he lets out a muffled groan, lip biten. " cmon, i know you can take me further.. " izuku encourages. you pretend to think for a moment before taking him deeper and deeper, until your nose is buried in his pubes.
he gasps, whimpers slipping through his clenched lip. unable to hold back, izuku grabs your head, moving your head up and down. " fuck- sorry-! i just- hngh- neeedd.. " he trails off.
he fucks into your mouth and your throat mindlessly, babbling sweet nothings as his heavy balls filled with cum slap against your face.
izuku bucks in particularly hard, his already nearly impossible to accomidate in your mouth dick shoved impossibly further down your throat. his balls tighten and his cock twitches madly, veins pulsing.
he lets out a almost pathetic cry, silken ropes on his seed shooting down your throat, his hips bucking up, fucking his cum deeper as you struggle but eagerly swallow it all.
" hah.. uhm.. sorry.. " izuku says through pants. " i kind of.. lost control. " he admits, looking away sheepishly.
An Izuku x Reader Period Comfort Oneshot (+ a SMAU Text!)
Description: Unfortunately for you, your menstrual cycle came early and so did all the pain that comes with it… but fortunately for you! You have a loving boyfriend to comfort you through it.
written by: bnhangel4 - edited by: @4everwithm3
word count: 1,948
Warnings: none other than lots of fluff! and the reader is depicted as having female anatomy and having to deal with periods but no specific pronouns are used.
Authors note: this is EXTREMELY self indulgent… i wrote this on a whim one night when i was on my period as you could guess LOL and my WONDERFUL INCREDIBLE BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING BESTIE EDITED IT FOR ME YAAAAYYY LOVE YOU QUEEN THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH <3333 please everyone go read her stuff!!! she writes for bakugou and it’s amazinggg ;)
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You roll uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning for what feels like hours at this point. Unfortunately, your uterus has decided to bless you with your menstrual cycle coming a little early this month. It seems to have also decided to give you some of the most painful cramps you’ve had the absolute pleasure to experience… Great…
You already took some painkillers, but it hasn’t been long enough for them to kick in properly. Also great… You knew you should’ve taken them sooner, but you figured they wouldn’t be that bad. Until, suddenly, they were. So, now you lie with a heating pad that feels like it’s barely there on your lower abdomen and a blanket covering your entire body, head to toe.
You lie for a while, giving up on moving and opting just to remain lying on your back, being able to think about nothing but the excruciating pain in your body.
Why… Why does it have to be this way? You go through this thought process every month when you get punched in the gut and forced to deal with the uncomfortable physical and emotional feelings that come with possessing a uterus. Something that you didn’t even ask for, mind you. Just a fact of life that, unfortunately, if you’re born with female anatomy, you must go through the motions and suffer the consequences.
Well, not exactly consequences since you didn’t actually do anything to warrant- OW. OW. OWIE. OUCH. Okay, another wave has hit, and it somehow feels worse than before.
You wince, curling into yourself as you groan out loud, “Owww…” Your face scrunches up uncontrollably, and you curl into a ball and wrap your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to stop this agonizing pain.
After a minute or so, your eyes open and find your nightstand that you’re now facing. You spot your phone sitting there, and a thought comes to mind: you have a wonderful boyfriend in the same building as you, just an elevator ride and a short walk away. You think for a moment longer, contemplating whether you should bother him with this.
“He’s probably tired of hearing about your pain every month…” or “He might be busy with something, it could be a bad time to bug him…” On and on, your brain gives you reasons not to contact him and ask him for some comfort and allow you to vent.
But, finally, after you get hit with yet another spike of pain, you push through the hesitation and text him. He cares about you. He'd want to help in any way he can, he’s told you so a thousand times. You should really believe him more!
You hastily grab your phone off the nightstand and tap to his contact. You start typing…
Well, that was fast… if you’d known it’d be that easy, and that you wouldn’t even have to ask him yourself, you would’ve texted him an hour ago when this all started! At least he’s on his way now, and you’ll have your much-needed warm boyfriend cuddles in no time!
Around 10 minutes later, he knocks at your door. You call out a “Come in!” and he quickly obliges, shutting the door behind him and dropping his bag and shoes by the door.
“Hi, honey…” he turns to you with his usual gentle smile. “Sorry I took so long, I decided to make you a tea to help with the cramps.”
You glance down at his hands and notice, now, that he has your favorite mug full of what appears to be your favorite hot tea.
“Oh... Izuku.” The warmth that swells in your chest at this simple gesture is immeasurable. There are no words to describe how grateful you are for him, to have him in your life.
“Thank you…” is all you can muster, trying to sound as sincere as you feel.
“It's no problem.” His smile never falters as he sets the mug down on your nightstand and turns to you.
You reach your arms out for a hug, welcoming him into your warm bed. He happily accepts and hugs you close while sighing contentedly. You nuzzle into his neck and just hold him there for a while, as he begins to rub slow circles on your back in an attempt to help you feel better. And it most certainly is working. You already began to forget about the pain you were in moments ago (and the pain killers seem to finally be doing their job).
“How has your day been?” you ask softly. He hums in thought for a moment.
“It's been good. I was just studying for the upcoming exam most of the day.” You giggle a little at that, as the exam he’s referring to isn’t for another two months. But it’s Izuku, of course; he likes to be prepared for anything that comes his way, the unstoppable force of nature he is.
“But then you texted, in need of a hero.” You both laugh to yourselves, and you roll your eyes in jest. “So now I'm here…” he smiles down at you and kisses your forehead lightly, “and I'm so happy to be.”
You smile uncontrollably at his genuine affection for you. You genuinely can’t wrap your brain around it. This man, the one who saved the world and went through so much to do it, loves you. You, of all people. It feels like a dream, honestly…
“You know, I almost didn’t text you…” you start, and he looks down at you a little concerned and confused. “I didn't wanna bother you if you were busy or something.” You huff. You already know what he’s going to say, but still, it doesn’t hurt to hear it again.
“Oh, baby…” he coos, and holds you closer, hugging you a little tighter, like maybe it’ll help his words finally stick. “You never bother me. I'm always happy to be there for you.” He hates that you always come back to this thinking. It's gotten better since being with him, but he knows you can’t just get rid of these thoughts so easily. Regardless, he continues to do his best and provide any and all reassurance you need.
“I know…” you sigh into him, “I just- you know…” You nuzzle your face back into his neck, and he holds you somehow even more securely. You've never felt more safe with anyone than with him in this moment. God, you just love him. So much, it becomes overwhelming.
As much as you try to hold them in, some tears start to slip past you. “Sorry...” you stutter out as more start coming.
“Oh, hun… It’s okay.” He starts rubbing your back gently again in an attempt to calm you. “Just let it all out, it’s okay,” he says, his voice so soft and gentle and encouraging. It starts to make you cry more at this rate, likely the opposite effect Izuku was going for.
His grip never loosens, though. His movements never slow. He just lets you sob into his neck, keeping you safe and cared for, his heartbeat keeping yours steady, along with his breathing.
Eventually, your tears slow enough that you can speak again. “I just love you so much…” you whisper, pulling back from his shoulder. “You care about me so much and I- I don’t understand it sometimes.” Sighing, you take a moment, as to not start sobbing again. He waits and listens, patient as he watches you.
“But it makes me so happy… It’s impossible to express in words.” You laugh gently to yourself and sniffle. Izuku brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks tenderly and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
You stay still for a moment, watching his face. His smile never leaves, the love and adoration in his eyes as he stares back at you ever present, and his touch so comforting and delicate. You never want this feeling to end. You could stay like this forever.
Your eyes trail down to his shirt, where you were once sobbing into him. You let out a quiet “Oh,” and chuckle. “Sorry about your shirt...”
His eyes follow to where yours are looking and he chuckles along with you as he sees the wet spot left behind on the fabric. “It’s alright,” he says through his giggles.
Suddenly, he perks up with a small gasp. “Oh! You had asked me for some of my shirts,” he shifts to get up, and you reluctantly let him cross your dorm room to rifle through his trusty yellow backpack. “I wasn’t sure which to bring, so I brought the three I remembered you saying you liked in particular.” He walks back over to you with the neatly folded shirts in his hands.
You sit up as he sets them down on the bed for you to look at. “I hope I picked good… I assume you want them to wear after I leave?” he rubs the back of his neck shyly, and you smile at him, nodding in confirmation of his suspicions.
“Yeah... I needed a refresh. The ones that I…” you pause thinking for a moment, “definitely didn’t steal before, don’t smell like you anymore...” you laugh, a little embarrassed at your own admission. It feels so corny to say out loud, but it’s true.
Izuku laughs at your antics and nods in understanding, moving to check your closet for his missing shirts. Meanwhile, you pick up the three shirts and assess them. He definitely picked well, and his memory served him right: two All Might themed t-shirts and one of his iconic and hilarious “T-shirt” t-shirts.
You pick one up at random and change shirts while Izuku is busy searching for his lost clothes in your closet. You pull the hem down over your head and glance towards the closet, Izuku emerging with a pile of his stolen clothing items.
“And here I thought I was running out of clothes!” he teases you as he moves towards his bag. You blush and scratch your cheek with a guilty expression. You let out a quiet, “My bad…” before the mug on your nightstand catches your eye.
You completely forgot he brought you tea! How rude of you to let it sit there for so long untouched. You move back to sit up and lean against the headboard as you grab the mug off the nightstand carefully. You hold it with two hands in your lap, and Izuku comes and joins you back in bed, snuggling up next to you with an arm draped over your shoulders. You lean into his touch and take a sip of the warm tea.
You smile at the taste. He indeed got your favorite flavor perfect. You hum in satisfaction as you let your eyes close for a minute, soaking in the warmth of tea and your lover beside you.
Izuku watches you with a content smile, feeling accomplished in being able to make you feel better compared to 30 or so minutes ago. His face starts to flush as he quietly watches you, everything he loves about you coming to mind uncontrollably.
“I love you… so much,” is the most he can say to express his thoughts and feelings without going on an entire tangent, like he often will. You open your eyes and look up at him, and you almost struggle to keep eye contact as the statement flusters you a little.
Your face heating up, you simply reply, “I love you too.” Your smile grows when you, too, add “so much.”
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note! all characters are 18+ in this, suggestivity
Izuku Midoriya
definitley arms, no doubt about it.
we know izuku focuses almost all of his power in his arms, especially early in the series. it's not just the fact that his arms need to be strong to hold the power of his quirk, he also just likes looking good.
something that he's noticed is that a lot of people initially look at your arms when they're sizing you up versus the rest of your body. izuku grew up being bullied for how scrawny and noodle-like his arms were, so he made it his mission to change that.
he likes feeling strong, even now that he's a high ranking hero. he also absolutely loves the way you seem to drool over his biceps, using them as pillows almost every night when the two of you are cuddled up in bed. it's adorable to him, and part of that is his motivation.
Katsuki Bakugo
back and pecks. and god, has his work payed off.
katsuki is built like a tank, we've all seen it. his upper body area is absolutely shredded, and he spends most of his time thinking about the next chance he'll get to add more power to his body.
his quirk itself is insanely strong, so really he doesn't need all the sheer fucking beef of his jacked physique, but he couldn't imagine himself without it, so he hits the gym with kiri and denki any chance he gets.
aside from that, he loves the way you run your hands over his biceps, his chest, his shoulders. he won't admit it to anyone, but it makes him melt like nothing else. you're his weakness, and even if he won't voice it, the last thing he is is ashamed.
oh, he also frequently uses you as a barbell and bench presses you, even going as far to throw you over his shoulders when he's squatting at home. the best part is you weigh less than what he usually presses, so he doesn't really need to, he just enjoys the way you squirm and laugh when he's got his arms around you.
Shoto Todoroki
he's not a particularly proud or flashy person when it comes to his muscles or his body, but it's safe to say the thing he works most is his core.
the only reason he gives his perfect, sleek abs extra attention is because he loves the way you obsess over them. asking for extra pictures of him shirtless? done.
one way or another, your hands are always on his waist, running over the rippling muscles of his abdomen like they've been carved by the gods, and to you, they have.
he doesn't quite understand it, but he loves you more than he thought he could ever love another human being, so he makes sure to work the fuck out of his central muscles before he comes home to you where you can admire them, and probably wrap your pretty legs around his slutty waist sooner than later.
Eijirio Kirishima
everything. literally everything.
kiri doesn't miss a day in the gym. he's there early in the morning or right after work, no matter what. sometimes he alternates between different zones on different days, or sometimes he just does it all at once.it makes him feel good, strong, refreshed. the burn in his muscles helps clear his mind, and the reminder that he's growing stronger every day always boosts his spirits.
he's not obscenely buff despite all his efforts, and that's how he likes it. he's still a goddamn powerhouse, no doubt, but he doesn't want to look imposing, especially not to you.
he loves the way you look at him like he's hung the stars, the way your eyes light up and you giggle when he uses those perfectly sculpted arms to lift you with ease. kiri is one hundred percent infatuated and in love with you, and he can't help but echo that devotion in everything he does. including letting you ogle his strong body now and again.
Denki Kaminari
core and shoulders. purely because he loves the way your teeth feel sunk into his skin along with your nails scratching down his back.
denki wasn't every really too big on working his muscles to a crazy degree. sure, he did the basics, cardio, upper body, etc.. he was a hero in training, after all.
but he didn't see the need for flashy, over the top muscle like bakugo had. his quirk was cool, and he managed to pass that shitty entrance exam, so good enough!
then he met you. saw all the work you put into looking good, and he couldn't justify pursuing you if he walked around looking like a stupid idiot his whole life, so he had to fix it.
denki is really determined if it's something he wants, and within two months of messing around in the gym with kirishima and bakugo, he's already looking up. by the time he's with you, he's filled out plenty, and it was definitely the right decision
.he loves how your face looks squished between his biceps. adores how you drag your nails down his chiseled back when he's in bed with you. it's all so intoxicating that he chokes on it. he can't get enough of the half lidded look you give his well worked muscles, and that's more than perfect for him.
Shota Aizawa
arms, shoulders, back, and stamina training.
even after being married to you for years, shota can't get over how you fell writhing in his big, strong arms as he keeps you going for hours and hours until you're begging to let go.
it's delicious, his second favorite thing in the world after simply holding you close until you fall asleep safely and soundly.
he pushes himself to keep going with you until he physically can't anymore, until he's collapsing with his chest against yours and breathing into your neck so heavily.
it's a fucking miracle you two don't have about fifteen kids by now, you can't seem to keep your hands off of him.
aside from that, there's nothing he loves more than the feeling of your delicate touch dancing over his chest, his shoulders, his back. it's calming, especially after all the bullshit he has to deal with at UA.you're his safe space, and if his body and his killer stamina keep you happy, then he'll never stop.
Touya Todoroki
good god, this man is an absolute bicep maniac.
he's putting you in a chokehold from behind, a full nelson, whatever. he's so addicted to the noises you make, your begging, everything. it drives him insane.
you're not too proud to ask him for way more pictures of his arms than necessary, and he complies. he'll tease you about it later, but he actually loves it.
he'd never admit it, but he adores the gentleness you handle his scarred skin with. you're the first person to ever treat him that way, and the idea makes him feel like he could live forever in your arms and never want to leave.
he'd never say that, of course, he's got an image to uphold.you suppose he doesn't have to voice it, with the way that he holds you as your relationship goes on. in the beginning it wasn't like that, but his love for you was so strong now that he'd let the world burn to pieces if it meant you'd be happy and safe, loving him no matter how broken his body and mind may be.
oh, yeah, and seeing you stare all doe eyed as he pumps arm reps is pretty sexy, too.
i feel like I lost the plot a bit but I tried lol. I was going to do kei but I literally tried to write this three times and somehow my internet stayed buffing out so here we are
{No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful} Bakugo x Reader
Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to post another piece of work. I've been kind of busy and things have been really hectic with me having to do a whole bunch of stuff. So things have been a bit messy, but I'm working to get myself back on track.
Anyways, I hope you really enjoy this little headcanon piece that I'm worked on. I'm finally deciding, 'Hey, time to take a break from writing Genshin so much and focus on the other fandoms that I also write for.' So enjoy this Bakugo X reader headcanons. So these headcanons are basically how Bakugo would react if the reader had certain insecurities about how they look overall. And let me know if you like this. I would like to see more content like this.
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Chubby Reader
He honestly could not give a damn about the fact that you have some extra chub on you
In fact, he likes it
And double in fact, he thinks it's a good thing that you weigh more than the average girl
He really enjoys having his hands on your waist because you're just so soft there
Like, your waist, your stomach is so soft to him
He just loves touching it so much
After all, he does call you Teddy Bear for a reason
And if you ever talk down to yourself, he'll say something like:
"The fuck you mean you look bad? You look like a normal fuckin’ human, dumbass!"
If he also ever finds you poking yourself in the stomach and looking in the mirror, or just grabbing masses of your body and just looking down at it in a sad way, you can best believe that he's going to get angry at you for feeling bad about yourself
And don't get me started if you talk bad about yourself
He will literally grab you by the face and threaten you for feeling sad about your body. And he will list every single reason that there is that having that extra mass on you is better
Well, not exactly threaten, but he would softly scold you in a way that uplifts you in his own firey way
"You’re well-fed, healthy, and still breathing. You think I’d date a starving dumbass?"
However, if you genuinely are unhappy with your current body type, or if you find that your body has been providing you with some health issues, you'd best believe that Bakugo is your number one coach in the gym
In fact, he would encourage you to come to the gym with him
Of course, he won't be too pushy about it. He'll ask one or twice before he himself goes alone
But when you are there, best believe he is encouraging you
"C’mon! Move your ass, Teddy Bear, I believe in you—but you’ll still look good either way."
Skinny Reader
I didn't mention this in the headcanons above, but Bakugo is the type of guy who would 100% roast society's beauty standards if he finds that you compare yourself to how you don't fit them
Trust me
He really will be roasting it front and back, not just with his quirk
That tongue can do a lot of stuff when it comes to roasting
"Oh no, you’re not curvy enough for dumbass society? Good. Less fake shit to deal with."
If you feel insecure about not being curvaceous in certain areas, then he's also going to let you know that it's okay
Just because you don't have a lot of mass on you doesn't mean you are any less lovable and less deserving of love
In fact, he will tell you that sometimes the best things come in smaller sizes
If you find that maybe you're too skinny or that perhaps you feel like it causes health concerns, then best believe that Bakugou has now turned into your personal chef
He will cook for you so many things
He would cook for you all sorts of foods and desserts and bring you meals and snacks just to make sure that your happy little tummy bloats every time he feeds you
"You’re not skipping a meal under my roof, got it?"
In fact, it brings him slight satisfaction seeing you huff and puff on the sofa with your tummy all bloated with the food he's made for you
It inflates his pride astronomically
Freckles
Okay, personally, I adore freckles
Anyone who has freckles are blessed by the stars
And Bakugo shares my same opinions, okay
Bakugo, just like me, believes that freckles are when stars came down from the sky and kissed your little face when you're born
Or when you start developing them
"They’re fuckin’ cute, idiot"
If you stare in the mirror while in his room and complain about your freckles
Trust me
Bakugo's gonna be pulling out some crazy numbers
He'll literally comment so casually and quickly on how many freckles you have
And that is when you learn he has counted them
Maybe more than once
Especially on sleepless nights
While others are counting sheep, he's counting those cute, adorable little freckles on your face.
Because, come on, your face is already so cute
The freckles just add to the cuteness factor, and Bakugo believes that the more you have, the better
Speaking of staring at your face and counting your freckles
There have been times when hanging out with groups or when Bakugou stares into the distance, one of your guys' friends will nudge you and point it out that a certain blonde Pomeranian has been staring at your face with soft eyes for quite a while
And don't get me started if he notices when they run down your body
He's awestruck
He wants to see more
He will find ways to see more
He won't admit it, though, trust me
He will enjoy seeing you wear outfits that especially show off your shoulders if they run down there
Because next thing you know, Bakugou is constantly behind you, arms around your waist, staring at your neck and your shoulders, counting each individual little freckle that litters your skin
Acne Scars / Skin Texture
I feel like he would genuinely do not understand why you're insecure about your acne scars
And I also feel like you would have to explain to him why you're insecure about said acne scars
When he understands he's gonna get so annoyed at you
Cuz that pretty little head of yours is finding the most natural bodily results of natural body phenomena, something to be ashamed of
And he will not settle for you being insecure about that
In fact, he will scold you about
"So what, your body adjusted to life like it’s supposed to, and you’re mad? Pathetic"
He will say how it's natural and how it's bound to happen to everyone
He may or may not even share some of his middle school pics
If u find that you're that unhappy about your acne scars or feel like it's getting a little too much for you to handle, Bakugo is your partner in crime because now
Suddenly every time he's winding down for bed, he will drag you into his dorm room just to do skincare together
I can definitely see him as a guy who would complain about how it's so girly and so stupid and he doesn't need it
But he's following you a little too eagerly
A bit faster than you too
He's sitting down with such compliance with his arms crossed as he complains about how he does not need to have any skincare applied to him
He puts on one of those pink headbands to push his hair back as you sit on his lap and apply a mud mask to his face
But if you find that you already have skincare and it's not working out for you, and it really gets you upset that you have tried so hard to get rid of them and nothing's working, then Buck goes on the job for you
He's going to be interrogating you on which products you have tried, and then you go on a deep thorough research that he's forced himself into
Analyzing the data he's collected from you and statistically determine which would be the best kind of skincare for you based on what you've used and what you've said gets the best results
And not only that
He will also just go online to see what other people say and find what would be best for your skin
a/n: u know i had to start off the award season w my baby
you sigh and lock the door behind you, staring ahead at katsuki who has a scowl etched onto his face and his arms crossed as he leans against his desk. your heels click with each step you take towards him until you’re directly in front of him, looking up with pursed lips.
“katsuki you have thirty minutes.”
his nostrils flare. “i don’t have anything to say.”
“maybe you should’ve thought about that before cussing someone out on live.” you hold his stare. “you have to make a statement.”
“i don’t have anything to say.” he shakes his head.
“you’re wasting time.” you sigh, hands going up to the top button on your blouse. “twenty seven minutes now.” another button undone.
his arms unfold and he reaches for your blouse, you bat his hands away knowing he’ll rip it and you don’t have anymore back up blouses in the office. when you get the last button undone he pulls your blouse off and spins you around and places you on his desk.
he pulls the cups to your bra down and pushes your skirt up, your words fall on deaf ears when he rips your tights. you slap his arm and go to yell but when his fingers find your soaked panties all you can do is moan.
“how about..” he leans closer. “we both skip out and i fuck you for a couple hours.” he tugs your panties to the side.
“take your suit off.” you pant. “i’m not dealing with people saying it’s dirty.” you whine when his fingers slide through your folds.
“mm,” he grins. “gonna cum all over my suit, baby?” he pushes two fingers into you. “look at that. sucking me right in.” his lips brush yours.
“katsuki.” you warn.
“uh-uh.” his thumb circles your clit.
“dynamight.” you blink up at him.
“yeah that’s right.” he hums and starts fucking his fingers into you.
“we- ngh! we don’t have much time.” your thighs are twitching. “just- hah!”
he pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt and pushes his pants down, stroking himself a couple times before lining up. “don’t need the full twenty.” he shakes his head and presses into you.
“fuck dynamight.” you arch into him.
he doesn’t start off slow, doesn’t have the time to, leaving you gasping and clawing at his suit. “yeah? my lil cock sleeve crying already?” he laughs, snapping his hips into yours.
your hand flies up to slap him at his words but he catches your wrist. “not the face sweetheart, it’s live.” he chuckles, cock plunging in and out of you.
his gloved hands are digging into your hips as he fucks you back onto his dick. the sounds of your slick are getting louder than your moans and you’re trying to push his pants lower with your feet but he just leans down over you on the desk and fucks into you even harder.
he smashes his mouth to yours to keep you quiet but the desk is scraping against the wood floor. he’s moaning into your mouth, thrusts getting a little erratic the closer he gets. your gummy walls are pulsing around him, milking him, begging for him to fill you.
“gonna-” he grunts. “fuck, i’m gonna fill you up.” he nods, his hair sticking to his forehead. “gonna be filled with my cum while im up there talking..”
“yes!” you gasp. “fill- ngh! fill me kats s’okay.” your nails dig into his back and your orgasm crashes through you.
“fuuuck sweetheart.” he settles deep and starts to fill you with hot ropes.
you both cling to each other and he slowly pulls out and puts your panties back to trap his cum. you lift your hips and he tugs off your tights, tossing them in the corner before he adjusts your skirt and fixes your bra. he plucks your shirt off the ground and helps you dress, peppering kisses all over your chest while you fix his hair.
“nah leave it. like when it looks like that.” he kisses your jaw.
“mhm.” you nod. “look at me.” you wipe your gloss off the corner of his mouth and smooth out his suit.
“how do i look?” he smirks.
“hot.” you smile, starting to fix his pants, content there’s no cum stains. “alright we have.. five minutes. let’s go.”
you hop off the desk and grab his hand to lead him to the door. his hand lands hard on your ass before he holds the door open for you. the agency doesn’t even look at you both but he’s walking with his chest puffed out and his step a little lighter.
perfect for the pr statement.
you lead him over to the conference room and give him a hard look but he just squishes your cheeks before walking in.
you and your pussy are the reason he’s climbed up the charts.
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