"Sir?" Then I Cried

My Hero Academia 3 Main Boys x Reader

Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugou x Reader fic! You’re finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. Trying to live up to your fathers expectation without his help may be difficult but you’re ready to prove to him and everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You’re not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it’s own?

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You really couldn’t believe the news that was being told to you when you received your digital acceptance letter. You knew you always wanted to go to U.A. considering you wanted to follow in your fathers footsteps, yet you were still so shocked that you completed the entrance exams in second place with 75 points. While you felt you didn’t even do too much, your rescue points really did give you a boost seeing as you only had 40 of the villain points in your favor.

You felt happy that you got in on your own accord and not based on your father’s recommendation. While you loved him dearly, you wanted to prove that you were going to be a great of a hero, just like he is. So for the rest of the evening you and your father were celebrating your successes, enjoying yourselves before you went to bed, your father telling you in a stern but gentle voice that you needed rest if you were going to do the best you could in your studies. You agreed wholeheartedly, giving your father a goodnight and making your way to you room. You felt no nerves like you assumed you’d be feeling. You felt ready and more determined than ever

When the first day finally rolled around, you knew your hero career finally going to be turning into a reality. You learned you were going to be in class 1-A, and you had 20 other students your class. 21 may have been an odd number but it was still pretty small. 41 students in total had gotten into the hero course at U.A, and you were still overjoyed you made it in with you own hard work.

You walked into the classroom and noticed not many of the other students were here, and many heads turned to look at you. You didn’t let it get to you and found an empty seat towards the back of the class room and settling in. Your focus was immediately turned to two other students who began to bicker loudly, and it seemed it was to everyone’s amusement.

“Take your feet of off that desk now!” A large boy with a thick set of glasses spoke out.

“HUH?” The other student grinned cheekily back, slanted eyes held some annoyance but he was still brimming with a cocky attitude.

“It’s the first day and you’re already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin.”

“Wouldn’t calling a fellow classmate names also be disrespectful? This is the hero course after all and name calling isn’t very heroic.” You spoke out before you could stop yourself, and you felt the two boys look over to you.

The taller one flushed heavily, a frown now set even firmer across his face as he held his hand to his chest.

“I-I suppose so yes. You’re right” He looked back towards the other boy.

“ I deeply apologize, here let me start over. I’m Tenya Iida from the Soumei Private Academy.”

“You’re kidding me right? You born with a stick up your ass or did Soumei put it up there, since coming from there you obviously think you’re better than me.” His grin widened even more as he leaned closer, his feet still perched on top of his desk as he continued.

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Kaminari: *coughing*

Kirishima: u ok?

Kaminari: spit got in my air pipe

Kirishima: pathetic,

Kirishima: I choke on grains of rice, not my saliva

Kaminari: no dude,

Kaminari: you choke on Bakugou's dick

Im pretty sure my post got deleted accidentally. I cant find it on my blog so repost. Anyway, the way this works is that there’s someone in their custody who acts as a lost kid, people who are oh so kind will find take the kid to the address and will get taken. It’s really disturbing so please be careful

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

hol up-

Osamu’s shop is called Onigiri Miya.

Another word for Onigiri is Omusubi.

So in a way, you can call his shop Omusubi Miya.

Meanwhile, Atsumu’s team is called MSBY Black Jackals.

In Japanese, MSBY is pronounced Musubi.

So you have: Omusubi Miya and Musubi Miya.

Musubi means to connect. So no matter which paths of life they take, whether they choose food or sport, the Miya twins are and will always be connected to one another.

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)

˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂   ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌

+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.

⇦ 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips. 

Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating. 

Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much. 

You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin. 

Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.

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Kirishima x Reader x Tetsutesu

Happy birthday to my favorite hard boys *winks*!!!

Warning: NSFW

You weren’t entirely sure how you even ended up in this relationship, but you weren’t upset about it either.

For the past two months you had been in a poly relationship with both Kirishima and Tetsutetsu… It started with them both fighting over you during Valentine’s Day… they both had confessed their love for you at the same time… You didn’t know what to do. You thought they were both handsome and both were already such men… So you did the only fair thing… you turned them both down.

A few weeks later you were making out with them both behind the school and now here you are a few months later with them in bed…

You loved the feeling of being sandwiched between them both though, feeling their rock solid sweaty bodies pressed against your soft skin… it as almost magical. They were both fucking you full force at this point, entering you at almost the exact same time.

Kirishima had himself positioned underneath, his cock buried deep inside your pussy while Tetsutetsu was pounding your ass from behind.

Their rhythm got entirely in sync, and you felt yourself reaching climax. “It’s your guy’s birthday’s!!! I want to be full of cum!!! Please fill me!!!” You could barely keep your eyes open, the force of their cocks brought you the purest, most concentrated pleasure.

You could feel Tetsutetsu’s cock swell, he grabbed your ass tight and pushed into your ass as hard as he could. You could feel his cum fill your ass as he let out a grunt of ecstasy. Looking back at him eagerly, watching the smile on his face spread wider as he threw his head back and moaned, “I LOVE YOU, ____!!!” As he moaned out how much he loved you he kept himself inside you, and reached around you to tease your nipples gently as you continued to ride Kirishima.

This display was overwhelming to Kirishima. With the beautiful woman he loved climaxing on top of his member, and a man he respects fully behind her still filling her ass with his own seed, how could he hold back? Closing his eyes he released his potent cum your my hungry pussy. You filled up quickly, but wanted more. You had cum oozing out of both holes, gasping for air, your arms shaking, you tried to hold yourself up, but Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were no fools.

At the same time they both had wrapped their arms around you and flipped you so you were laying in between them on your side. As they smiled at you, you wished them both a happy birthday and hoped that they enjoyed their gift.

~ Love Kiwi xoxo

To what little followers I have, reblog this. Suicide is fricken serious dude

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

I have writers block on Bakugou's birthday

Me

1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you

You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!

Bakugou x pro!fem!reader

Bad date

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“Can we just go home?”

Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes

Word count: 2674

Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?

He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.

“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.

You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”

He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.

You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.

“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”

“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”

He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

His frown deepened

“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence

He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.

You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.

He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”

He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.

“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered

His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.

You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”

“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”

“Are you mad at me?”

He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.

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You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.

Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.

Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.

“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.

He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”

You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.

You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.

You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.

“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.

His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.

You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.

—

Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.

“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”

Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.

“On a fucking date” he snarled

Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”

Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“

-Ring-

His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.

“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.

“What” he hissed

“Katsuki?”

His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist “what the hell do you want?”

you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“

“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“

“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”

Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”

“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again

Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“

“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“

“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”

You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.

“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“

It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.

—

He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.

He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.

“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“

Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled

The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”

The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.

“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”

He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“Hey” he said again, voice still low

You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.

“M’ sorry” he mumbled

You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.

“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“

“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”

“Can we just go home?” You asked

He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.

“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully

“fuck that,”

You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.

He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.

You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.

Bonus:

You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki cake, plopping it in tour mouth

“Damn it woman! You have your own!”

“I know, but I like how your taste”you said in between chews

“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”

—

You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.

You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”

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dude who knew sex talk was so fucking funny

Katsuki Bakugou is AWFUL at sex

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral, sex ed from horny boys

Word Count: 5k

A/N: this started as a crack idea that just fucking… wouldn’t get out of my head… so here it is in all its glory i guess LMAO

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe, @420bakubaby, @kingexpl0sionmurder

         As much as you loved him, your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou, was absolutely fucking AWFUL at sex. The first time the two of you had been intimate, you’d figured it had been a one off, there was no way that one of the top heroes was that bad in bed. Maybe he’d had a rough day, maybe he’d been tired.

         It was not a one off.

         It was unfortunate, because you clicked with him on so many other levels, but sexually? The man was a selfish bastard, not thinking about your pleasure at all. So, you’d taken to keeping a vibrator in your side drawer and pleasuring yourself afterwards. Katsuki always gave you a strange look, and would smirk and shrug, walking away to continue with something else that he had to do.

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