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⋆˙⟡ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 6/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing

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Enjoy my gorgeous people ✧˖°.

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Tenya didn’t know what was going on with himself. He was never one for being the best with girls. Sure! He was attractive, but he wasn’t particularly charismatic (at least he didn’t think so) so he didn’t understand why you seemed so interested in him.

The poor boy knew you flirted with others, like Kaminari, Uraraka, Izuku was one of your favorites to tease, and even Bakugou, so why was he so affected by you?

He knew you were just teasing, he knew it was just you being friendly and joking around, but each time you made a comment about his body, or his hair or called him by a pet name, his heart raced faster than he did with his quirk.

Iida had never been too interested in dating in the past, seeing as how it brought a lot of stress and anxiety and sometimes a lot of pain, however, there was something about you.

Maybe it was the smell of weed on your clothes when you came in from smoking with Sero and Kaminari, maybe it was the style of clothing you had, maybe it was your nail polish and the rings on your fingers- but Iida was hooked.

To be fair, you were extremely pretty, so it made sense that the boy would crush on you.

Iida walked into the dorm commons, holding a glass. It was getting late, around 9:30 on a warm Friday night. The class was sitting in a circle, while Kaminari balanced a collective 13 phones on his arms, legs, and even a few on his face, all of them charging.

There was laughter and cheers as another phone was placed on the blonde, going on his forehead, before he sneezed, and the phones went flying off of him.

“What are you doing?” Iida asked with a deadpan, crossing his arms and giving an unimpressed look to the class.

Mina looked up and grinned “oh~! Iida! We were just playing truth or dare! You should play with us!” She encouraged with a wide smile.

Iida knew that truth or dare with his class could get pretty wild, so he opened his mouth to protest “yeah! Cmon Iida, it’ll be fun”

His eyes snapped to where you were sitting, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. You wanted him to play with your class..

..Damn it. How could he say no to that face?

“F-fine..I suppose I could join this game for a bit..” he mumbled reluctantly.

You and the rest of the class whooped in celebration as he sat in the circle with you all. He was regretting his decision the moment Mina smirked. “So! Y/n! I believe it was your turn! So. Truth or dare?”

You smirked, leaning forward and winking at Mina “dare, lay it on me, mommas”

Mina giggled and hummed before gasping and glancing to Iida with a mischievous glint in her eye, that look making a pit grow in his stomach.

“I dare you to kiss Iida!”

You grinned at the dare. For you, it was simple, for Iida, his world was about to collapse. Him? Kissing Tenya Iida? Himself? Yeah he was sure he was going to pass out. “I-I do not know if th-this is a good idea Y- mph!”

You placed your finger over his lips and laughed “relax. ‘M not gonna kiss you if you don’t want me to, but I think it’ll be fun, Iida” you caressed his cheek after pushing up his glasses for him.

Iida flushed brightly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Why would you give him the decision?

“I-I…I do not mind I-if you kiss me” he managed to stutter out “it is just for a game after all” he let out a breath and adjusted his glasses.

You smiled gently, running your thumb over his cheek. “That’s what I thought.” You smirked “good boy”

He gasped and blushed, but didn’t get to say anything as you pressed your lips to his.

Iida’s eyes fluttered softly before closing. The kiss was amazing, your lips against his felt amazing.

He was dazed as you pulled back, his eyes slowly fluttering back open, and his cheek bright pink. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear “I like your chapstick. You should let me wear it more often”

Iida blushed and looked off to the side, trying to stay cool as you sat back in your spot.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew for sure now, he was crushing on you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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I love Iida sm, he’s actually so pookie. Feeding the 3 other Iida simps 🙏🏻😩

HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that

(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)

Idol-ization (Aizawa/F!Idol!Reader)

Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.

MHA-MHA-MHA

Aizawa couldn't explain it.

He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.

But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.

You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.

He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.

He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-

God, your eyes.

So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.

As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.

He followed you back to your hotel that night.

A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.

He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.

He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.

There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.

You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.

You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.

You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.

The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.

Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.

When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.

He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.

“I’m going to keep you safe.”

That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.

(Requests)

Ask No Questions (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Despite sleeping with the man a couple of times, there's not a lot you know about your neighbor, Aizawa. Perhaps that's for the best, you've never been a fan of complications. (FWB to Lovers? Aizawa/Reader. Reader is female.)

(Content: Blood and injury, needles, no smut.)

-MHA-MHA-MHA-

It's the middle of the night when you hear a horrendous crash sound from your fire escape, followed by a muffled groan. It's enough of a commotion to draw you from your insomnia-driven TV marathon to go and investigate.

You push the window up, poking your head out into the cool night air. Illuminated by the moonlight is the crumpled, bloodied form of your neighbor and occasional fuck-buddy, Aizawa Shouta, laid out on the landing and breathing harshly.

Well, shit.

You haul yourself out onto the fire escape without grace, your bare feet making contact with the too-cold metal grating. You're not exactly surprised to see Aizawa in this state. You have no idea what he does for work, but you've seen the bruises and scars on his body, how he never seems to be fully healed at any given time. He gets into fights, lots of them, that much is certain. However, this is your first time seeing him faring quite so poorly after coming back from... whatever it is he does when he slinks out of the apartment complex.

"Aizawa," you say, alerting him of your presence in case he didn't notice you come out. From the way he grunts in acknowledgement instead of startling, perhaps he had noticed. You make your way over to his side, crouching down beside him.

He's looking rougher than usual. The blood trickling down the side of his face from somewhere past his hairline is the most eye-catching at the moment, but there's plenty of other cuts and scrapes besides that, and the way he's clutching his bloodied side can't mean anything good. But when his dark eyes meet yours, there's clarity there, you're thankful for that.

"Do you want an ambulance?" you ask him evenly. Maybe you should just call for one, this might be over your head. But you don't know what side of the law he's on.

The question gets him moving, and he pushes himself into a sitting position with great effort. He doesn't look much better now that he's upright.

"I'm fine," he says, not fine. Stubborn, though.

No ambulance, then.

You twist your mouth to side in thought then sigh, pushing yourself up. "Okay, let's get you patched up."

It takes a lot of effort to get him into your apartment through the window. He doesn't protest your offer to help, but you have a feeling it's because he's so focused on muffling his noises of pain. You practically dump him onto your old, shitty couch, not too bothered by the idea of a few more bloodstains on it, and go to fetch your first aid kit.

When you return, Aizawa's managed to maneuver himself onto his back, his strange scarf and a particularly loud pair of yellow goggles set on the floor beside him. You realize, then, that he's wearing some sort of costume. Interesting.

"There a zipper on this thing?" you ask as you kneel beside him, looking over his black jumpsuit. He gestures to a hidden zipper and you're tugging it down, revealing his sculpted torso to you. It'd be a much more appealing sight if not for the nasty gash in his side. It looks like it was made by a knife.

You help him take some painkillers, nothing fancy or very strong, and start on cleaning his wounds, working with a practiced hand. You're mildly aware that Aizawa's watching you as you work, his breathing not as labored as when you first found him.

"You've done this before," it's not a question.

"I have," you confirm, not looking up from what you're doing. If he has any questions, he doesn't ask them, neither do you, and you definitely have questions.

Silence settles over the two of you as you patch him up. You don't think anything's broken, but you're not a doctor. Now that most of the blood has been wiped away, he doesn't look as bad as you'd initially thought, especially the cut on his head. Still, that wound in his side would need stitches.

You have the needle and suture thread in your hand, but you're hesitating. Again, you wonder if a doctor really isn't an option for him.

"You don't have to do this for me," he says quietly, almost gently, probably picking up on your reluctance to continue. He's already trying to sit up, "I can handle the rest myself, you've already done more than enough." Despite his stoic demeanor, the guilt in his expression is easy enough to read.

"I've already done this much," your hand presses to the center of his chest, stopping him from getting up. "I might as well do the rest."

It's clear to you that if you don't help him now, he's not going to go to anyone else. The images of him in his tiny apartment bathroom, an exact copy of your tiny apartment bathroom, trying to stitch himself shut flits through your head and it doesn't sit right with you.

"I'll be quick," you tell him, finding your resolve.

The minutes pass as you carefully suture his wound, sweat beading on your brow as you work. Every flinch and tensing of his body, every concealed grunt of pain, has your stomach turning slightly. It's been a while since you've had to do this for someone, you never quite got over the queasiness it gives you.

"Okay," you practically gasp, sitting back and setting the needle aside. Your hands are shaking.

Aizawa is looking paler than before, sweat coating his body, his breathing rapid. "...thanks," the words are sincere through his labored breathing. He looks exhausted and you don't blame him.

You shrug, awkward in the face of his gratitude, staring down at your bloody hands, the stains on your pajamas. You lick your lips, "...have I just involved myself in something illegal?" you have to ask. Providing aid to vigilantes or villains, even unintentionally, was a decent invitation for the law to step in and fuck you. If you have trouble coming your way, you want to be prepared.

He raises an eyebrow, "no," he tells you, giving a tired shake of his head, "you're fine... I'm a hero."

Your eyes drift from his dirtied costume to the goggles and strange scarf, "huh." It hadn't been your first guess, but it makes sense.

There's an awkward silence, "are you a paramedic?" he asks, and you can't help but snort. "Or a nurse?"

"Nothing like that," as if anyone would let you handle a job of any importance.

His eyes narrow, like you're a particularly interesting little puzzle. "You sure handled all this pretty well. You seemed to have experience."

"Yeah," you confirm, but you don't elaborate. You turn your face away from his curiosity, gathering up all your supplies. "You can crash here tonight if you want. You should probably see a real doctor soon."

You can feel his eyes on you as you stand, but you don't look at him. There's a pause where you think he might protest staying and try something stupid like attempting to get up and walk to his own apartment or some other macho nonsense, but in the end he just lets out an exhausted sigh. "Okay..."

By the time you've washed his blood off of you and changed your clothes, he's out like a light.

(Requests)

Hungover (Aizawa/Fem!Reader, NSFW)

Summary: You wake up in bed with Aizawa after a drunken one-night stand. (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

(Content: Smut, references to drunk sex.)

MHA-MHA-MHA

Your head is pounding when you wake up, but the room is blessedly dark. You groan softly, going to move but pausing when you feel the weight of a strong arm draped over you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself peering into the sleeping face of your coworker, Aizawa.

You blink, sluggish and bleary, studying his surprisingly peaceful expression as you sort through your muddy memories of the night before. Your eyes drift down to his mouth and you're struck, suddenly and vividly, by the memory of that mouth between your legs as he drunkenly, sloppily, ravenously ate you out with an enthusiasm that you rarely saw the man show anything.

"Holy fuck..." you breathe, reaching up to rub your forehead as your memories solidify even further, and you become aware of the delicious soreness in your body. A couple lingering licks of arousal stir low in your belly at the images and phantom sensations flashing through your mind's eye, though you're much too hungover for it to build into anything substantial.

"Mm..." you hear Aizawa grumble softly as he stirs, his arm unconsciously tightening around your middle as those dark eyes blink awake. It takes a moment before his eyes focus in on you and he pauses, looking at you with an almost confused squint like he didn't know why you were there. A mirror of the expression you wore just moments before. You see the moment he remembers, the slight, nearly concealed intake of breath, the faintest blush on his face that was only visible because you were so close to him, "oh."

It takes a lot to ruffle the stoic underground hero, but yeah, this would do it.

"Morning..." you say softly, because you don't know what else to say.

"...morning," he returns stiffly, it looks like he doesn't know what to say either. He's studying your face intently, his eyes searching yours. Idly, you remember the molten heat his eyes carried the night before as he held you close and fucked you, gazing down at you as if you were the most erotic, heavenly being he'd ever laid eyes upon.

He shifts, his arm loosening around you. He's pulling away but you can't allow it, your hand catches his wrist to keep it in place. He stops, and there's a moment of hesitation before he allows you to wrap his arm around you again. You feel his body relax against the mattress again, his head right in front of yours.

You look at him, your hand drifting up his arm. "...I'm still sleepy," you tell him as you wrap your arm around him, wriggling just a bit closer until your noses are nearly touching.

Something in Aizawa's gaze softens and he holds you closer, "right..."

You close your eyes and the two of you slowly begin to drift back to sleep. You'll figure out what to say once the hangover wears off.

(Requests)

Requests!! (OPEN!!)

(Filled Requests Here)

My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:

The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.

I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.

Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.

List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!

What I'm willing to write:

Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)

LGBTQA+

Polyamory

Smut*

Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)

Omegaverse

Dark Content**

*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.

**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.

I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.

Things/Characters I like to write:

Erasermic, Aizawa, Present Mic, Shinsou, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Midnight, Miruko

Class 1-A Shenanigans

Poly

Yandere

Pathetic/Simping Men

Family Fluff/Drama

Omegaverse

Angst

Toxic Relationships

Remember the more specific your request, the better it'll be.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.

Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.

When you do your hair inspired by them! ft.. Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso, Hanta Sero, and Tenya Iida!

Warnings / To know: [Reader] is established as black and a female, some vulgar language, use of pet-names, established [character] x [reader] relationships, fluff / neutral, let me know if I missed anything and please enjoy!

A/N: “I was extremely tired and lazy while making this so some characters are more OOC or not really how I would have wanted to like them but I wanted to get at least something small out for y’all so sorry about that😣

k.Bakugo

I.Midoriya

S.Todoroki

E.Kirishima

D.Kaminari

H.Shinso

H.Sero

T.Iida

You ask them their favorite love triangle! ft.. Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinso, and Tenya Iida!

Warnings / To know: [Reader] has no established gender and no use of pronouns, [Reader] was written as black in mind but it’s not mentioned, swearing from Bakugo, love triangle trope heavily mentioned (it’s the whole plot basically lol). Please Enjoy!

A/N: “I just noticed I forgot Sero who was supposed to be apart of this and it sucks I forgot him bcuz my top 3 of the listed characters, behind Iida and Todoroki so y’all will get Sero next time for a different scenario / smau!”

K.Bakugo

I.Midoriya

S.Todoroki

E.Kirishima

D.Kaminari

H.Shinso

T.Iida

@majoreine , please don’t steal or post to any other app without asking!

I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine! ft.. Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso, Hanta Sero, and Tenya Iida!

Warnings / To know: [Reader] has no established gender but there’s use of pet names like “pretty” and “beautiful”, [Reader] is written as black in mind but it’s not mentioned, swearing, FLUFF, some established [character] x [reader] relationships and some friends to lovers! Please enjoy!

A/N: “Happy valentines day🍓😊”

k.Bakugo

I.Midoriya

S.Todoroki

D.Kaminari

E.Kirishima

H.Shinso

H.Sero

T.Iida

My man doesn’t get enough love ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed with villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

That’s my Man y’all forever and always ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

touchstarved!sero who is naturally really flirtatious and friendly so he craves physical touch like a fucking drug

touchstarved!sero who finds every excuse to touch you—pulling out your chair at dinner functions, guiding you through crowds with one hand at the small of your back; fuck, he’ll even pull your palm into his lap and pretend to examine your lifeline just to get his hands on you

touchstarved!sero who does not fuck around as soon as he knows you’re interested

touchstarved!sero who's pressing you up against the door of the storage closet, cupping your pussy through your underwear and smirking against your lips when he feels how wet you are, "damn baby, is someone a little worked up?"

touchstarved!sero who 100 percent uses his quirk to restrain you even as you're begging to touch him, "sorry honey, gotta get my fill of you first" while prying your legs wide open and diving in between your legs

touchstarved!sero who wants you as messy as he can get you, teasing out orgasm after orgasm from his tongue alone. will not stop until you’ve squirted in his mouth, “sweet as fuckin’ candy, pretty girl, always knew you’d have the best fucking pussy”

a/n: i've never written for him before but this had me feeling a type of way. other touchstarved!mha boys here

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Ochako

Sweetest - Pt.1 - Pt.2

It’s a bit unorganized right now, but I just started, so I’ll work on that as time goes by!!

Sweetest

Ochako Uraraka x F! Reader

Pt. 1 -> Pt. 2

Sleepover ;p

Ochako Uraraka, is the most thoughtful person in the world. It was no wonder why she had so many friends she would always make sure nobody felt left out or like they didn’t belong so it didn’t shock you when she invited you to the girl's sleepover in the dorms. At first, you wanted to say no but when you saw the face she tried to hide you couldn’t help yourself but agree.

That’s why you’re at the grocery store with her on snack duty, you knew she wouldn’t have been able to keep track of what everyone wanted so you offered to help her.

“Did Mina say regular starburst bag or just the pink ones?” Ochako asked, looking at the shelf full of so much candy that it was almost overwhelming. “Uhhhhmmm pink ones” you say as you open your phone to check the time. “Hmm, we should probably hurry up, we’ve barely got much done from how much we were joking around.” you giggle, remember the photos you just know she’s going to post later. “Yeahhhh you're right I don’t think we have that much time we still gotta set up my dorm for the sleepover." Ochako said while smiling at you, it made your heart flutter but you tried to dismiss it. Clearly, she doesn't like you like that; she just likes you as a friend, right? I mean, have you seen the way she acts around Deku, there's no way she likes girls.

Ochako's POV: "Hmmm, I feel like we're missing something." I tell Y/n, looking around at the set up we made for the sleepover. "Hmmm, we should probably change into pajamas." She smiles slightly in my direction, a smile that anyone could appreciate, the warmness she brings is so comforting, I knew she had to be at the sleepover. "Oh yeah! I have matching pajamas if you wanna match with me!" I look in her direction, returning her warm smile. "Yeah I'm down"

I get out the pajamas, mine being white with pink bows on it, hers also white but with light brown little bears on them. "Here, I think they'll suit you!"

Y/n's POV: "Thank you!" I say as I walk out of Ochako's dorm to the bathrooms so I could change into the pajamas. She always found a way to bring a smile to your face, no matter the situation she always makes the room brighter and happier. I slip on the pajamas and glance at my phone.

"Goodness gracious." I sigh, putting my phone away, walking towards Ochako's room, and see the door open. I guess the girls are already in there. I walk in seeing Mina, Momo, Toru, and Jiro on the bed in their pajamas, meanwhile, Tsyu is in Ochako's desk chair. But Ochako is the only one who isn't in the room. "Where Ochako?" I glance around the room at the girls. "She went to go get extra blankets, were making pallets!" Tsyu replies. "Oh, okay."

Ochako walks in with a few blankets and pillows. "You think this should be enough?" She joyfully asks throwing the pile of blankets and pillows on some of the girls on the bed playfully.

Hello!! This is my first post, so I shortened it to sorta “test the waters.” I was kinda upset I hadn’t seen much wlw mha content, so I decided to make some! I have some experience in this type of stuff (old Wattpad stuff ;p), but I hope you guys like it and give feedback, please!! (I’ll make the next part longer if this one does well.)

꣑୧ Some Headcannons of Izuku jealous

Jealous!Izuku who watches you and Bakugo interact, at first he is confused on why Kacchan isn’t screaming at you like he does everyone else.

Jealous!Izuku who starts mumbling to himself every possible reason on why the two of you would be talking to one another.

Jealous!Izuku who pretends not to be looking at you both when you turn around to smile at him. You were just talking to Bakugo about strategies and ideas for training because you both had similar quirks that Izuku magically had forgotten through his jealousy he didn’t even consider that what was what you both were talking about.

You turn around a bit confused at the fact that your own boyfriend pretended not to notice you when you tried to smile at him. Before you can utter a word Bakugo scoffs “Damn Deku” he mutters under his breath.

“Huh what did he do?” You ask confused staring up at the blonde, he crosses his arms over his chest. Bakugo smirks for a moment looking at you then back at Izuku who catches his eye.

The blonds hand comes to your shoulder “Nothing just being a damn nerd” he tells you a smirk still adoring his lips.

Jealous!Izuku who feels his chests tighten when Bakugo touches you. He starts taking steps closer to the two of you to hear what his childhood friend is telling you. When he finally makes it to you both he hears your voice “That thing you did with your explosions when you flew in the air was awsome. You have to teach me some time please” you gush over the boy.

His heart skips a beat as he hears you compliment Bakugo. The blonde boy smirks staring at Deku for a moment before squeezing your shoulder “Tch I guess I could teach you I’am the best after all” he says looking at you for a moment.

With jealousy clouding his judgement Deku slings an around your shoulders “I can teach her just fine Kacchan” he says his voice laced with jealousy. He leads you away from the boy quickly rushing you two out of the living room and into his dorm.

Jealous!Izuku who immediately kisses you when you guys get to a private area. Who pushes you against the wall in a sudden bust of confidence. He kisses you until the two of you run out of breath, you push him off of you slightly “W-what’s gotten into you Zu?” you ask him trying to catch your breath.

He breathes heavily his eyes not looking at you “Nothing just… Whatever you needed from Kacchan you could have asked me, you know I can help” he mutters staring at the wall besides you.

Jealous!Izuku who blushes when you realize he’s jealous of his own classmate. He turns a light shade of pink before kissing you once again trying to prove that you’re his no one else’s.

Jealous!Izuku who sucks hickeys onto your neck when he’s jealous to show everyone that you’re taken. He smirks watching you walk around trying to hide the marks he gave you but ultimately failing and having one or two showing.

Jealous!Izuku who kisses you before you spar with Bakugo durning training so the blonde explosive boy knows you’re his girlfriend.

꣑୧ summary: Being needy and waking up Katsuki Bakugo at night to help you out

Turning over in your bed you whine, a achy needy feeling between your legs that hasn’t gone away since you woken up. Glancing at the clock it reads 2:18am and you groan sitting up on your bed. An idea pops into your head and you slide a pair of fluffy slippers on before sneaking out of your dorm. It wasn’t anything new in UA since it was your third year and everyone had grown up quite a bit.

Tiptoeing to your boyfriend’s dorm you use the spare key and open the door sneaking inside.

He lays in his bed shirtless one arm over his stomach as he snores quietly. You giggle a bit and slip the shoes off climbing into bed with him.

Rubbing his cheek softly you mutter “wake up” a few times trying to get him up nicely so the explosive boy doesn’t get to mad at the fact that his peaceful sleep is being interrupted.

Sitting up on your knees in his bed you stare down at the still sleeping boy before straddling his lap. Dipping your head into his neck you start to peeper soft kisses to his skin.

Soon enough he’s groaning under you his eyes fluttering open at the feelings of your lips on his neck. The bed creaks as he pushes himself to sit up with your still in his lap, you squeal “katsuki your up.. finally” you groan wrapping your arms around his neck.

“The fuck you doin ya damn tease” He grumbles looking away from you to the clock before his eyes widen “At two in the morning, damnit why they hell you woke me up?” he asks his hands finding your waist.

Staring at your boyfriend you pout slightly “Need you- please” you whine going back to kissing his neck. The blonde boy smirks at your words his ego growing.

He squeezes your waist “Mhm needed me huh” he mumbles one hand moving to the back of your head, pulling you away from his neck. You stare into his eyes biting your lip “What do you want baby, huh go one tell me” he whispers to you his face moving closer to yours.

“Your fingers please, mine don’t do it as good as yours- can’t cum without you Kats” You admit to him before closing the gap between you both. His lips slightly chapped kiss back immediately his head on the back of your head holding you in place as he deepens the kiss between you both.

Bakugos hand moves from your waist down to where you needed him most. He rubs you over your thin pajama pants, he can feel how wet you are. Pulling away from the kiss you chase his lips but he pulls you back “This wet already tch” he smirks before moving his hand away to go into your pants. His fingers rub your clit lightly “Only my fingers can make you cum huh baby” he says before going down and pushing one of his long meaty fingers into your hole.

You moan and the hand that was holding the back of your head immediately goes and covers your mouth as he shakes his head “Nuh uh baby gotta be quiet can’t have anyone hearing us now can we” he says before plunging another finer inside you. Not moving them just keeping them still inside your soft walls.

He moves his hand from your mouth to hold onto your neck “Please move Katsuki, please need it- need you please” you beg him your voice almost above a whisper. You try and grind your hips against him but he beats you to it slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. He goes faster and faster until you’re biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.

“Woke me up for this huh. Needly little bitch can’t even wait till morning damn extra” He scoffs.

He feels your gummy walls squeeze his fingers tightly at his words. He smirks leaning his face closer to yours to look at your “You like that huh? Like being treating like a little slut, my little slut” he tells you his thumb coming to rub your clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

Nodding your head you try to speak the feeling in your stomach tightening “Yes m your slut katsuki” you whine you head falling back, as your back arches.

“My whiney girl huh, you gonna cum already. Go on cum for me” Bakugo demands his fingers curling inside of you. He watches as your jaw drops face full of ecstasy.

The band in your stomach snaps as your fish all over his long thick fingers. His fingers don’t stop as you cum, fucking you through your high, thumb stilling rubbing your clit. He slowly down ever so slightly “Good girl, did so good for me” he whispers slowly pulling his fingers out of your hole. His hand comes out of your now soaking pajama bottoms.

He slips his fingers into his mouth sucking your juices off as you watch out of breath. You lick your lips “Your so hot Katsuki thank you” you smile slightly at the boy and you squirm in his lap.

Bakugo smirks “Tch I know dumbass” he says lifting you off his lap and onto the soft sheets of his bed. He walks towards his closets grabbing a pair of his boxers and throws them at you “Change dumbass don’t want you soaking up my bed” he tells you walking back and laying down, getting under the blankets.

“Thanks Kats” you mumbles changing and then climbing over to him.

You lay down on his chests and his arms instinctively wrap around you. He kisses your head one big hand rubbing up and down your bed “Sleep now we have training tomorrow” he demands.

Closing your eyes you nod into his chest place a kiss right where his heart is “Mhm love you Kats” you mumbles drifting to sleep.

“Love you too dummy” he mumbles slowly falling back asleep this time with you in his arms.

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Tenya lida Late night drives- Chapter 1

You feel the familiar weight of his hand on your thigh as you stare out the front windshield, into the dark night. the headlights illuminate the empty road. tick, tick, tick, tick. The blinker monotonously clicks, as the car turns onto the highway. His hand squeezes your thigh. as the car speeds up, you watch intently as the mph cranes up steadily. The blinding lights of the city flash in your peripheral. He glances over at you, a smile creeping onto his lips. You look stunning.

You, his first love.

You, the one he relaxes around, and drops his cool and stern facade.

You, his first kiss.

You, the one his parents and brother adore.

You, the lady with his engagement pretty ring siting next to him.

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "Tenya?" his name sounded so pretty coming out of your lips. very kissable lips, he may add. "Are we going anywhere?" he thinks for a moment "Not in particular. We both need a break." You giggle. "The news has been going all over us, 'H/N and Ingenium engaged'. 'Rumors true about H/N and Ingenium!'." He smiles slightly. "of course. Do you mind the publicity?" he gently squeezes your thigh, watching the road. You hum. "Not really. Just tiring" He smiles.

In nearly 3 months, you'll be walking down the aisle, so pretty. You'll make his heart race. He'll put a ring on your finger. Then he'll add a few more things to his ever-growing list.

You, his first -and only- wife. You, his first reason to get that riled up, You, his first time. His beloved wife, and pro hero,

Y/N H/N lida.

First drabble in a while! I'm slowly getting back into it.... though I have a lot of schoolwork and shit to do :( I'll post another drabble soon! Part 2??

Rings- A Sero x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

Your hand is interlocked with his. Your eyes are too busy studying the cherry blossoms floating down from the trees, the beautiful Mt. Fuji in the distance. he rustling of his jacket falls on deaf ears. His free hand resting on the velvetly fabric, his thumb moves over it in an attempt to soothe his racing heart He would either walk out with a fiance or a broken heart, Hopefully the former. You gently squeeze his hand, pointing out at Mt Fuji, as snow flies off the top.

"Look! Isn't it pretty!" He smiles, his attention on you rather then the Mountain " It's gorgeous" he mutters. You hear him take a deep breath and glance back at him as be brings your hand to his mouth, his kisses leaving tingles on your skin.

"I love you, Y/N. And I really don't deserve you" "Hanta" "please, Amor," You fall silent... is he breaking up with you?

"Amor, you're stunning. and I'm... plain," he glances up at you, meeting your eyes. "You've never asked for more then what I have. I honestly don't know how you're so patient and caring" a chuckle escapes his lips and he sinks to one knee, still holding your hand "Amor, Y/N L/N, I love you. ads..." he grasps the box in his pocket. "I would love to call you Y?N Sero. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?" he emphasized ring... and added his name to yours... you gasp at the realization, your eyes locked on the velvet box in his hand. he releases your hand, only to open the box. I was a lovely ring. It had a lovely sparkling stone, your birthstone. On the inside of the band, your name was ingraved next to his, the only thing separating them was a heart, "Y/N L/N, will you-" you didn't even let him finish.

"Yes!"

you jumped on him, pressing your soft lips to his. his hands in your hair sending shivers and thrills down your spine.

"Don't ever call yourself plain, Hanta"

Hanta Sero x Reader Oneshot: Rings

Chapter 2

You listen cluelessly as the people around the table all chat in Spanish. You can pick up little snippets of what they're saying from what you remember of middle and high school Spanish classes- that you passed with a C. Not your proudest moment. You feel a calloused hand rest lightly on your thigh.

As your eyes mect his he smiled, gently squeezing the fat of your thigh, "Sorry, mi cariño. My family doesn't know much English." he whispers under his breath, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.

You smile at the kiss, gently leaning on your pro-hero boyfriend's muscular shoulder. "Not your fault, " you mutter. "I wanted to meet your family." You glance around the table. They really were a lively bunch- just like him. "She's a good cook." you mutter, leaning over him to grab a rice ball from his plate. You hear him chuckle as you pop the rice ball in your mouth. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently squeezing you against him "too bad I didn't get her cooking stills him?" You scoff remember all the dishes he had burnt. "My life would be much easier if you did, trust me. "you mutter, recalling all the times she'd cleaned up the burnt remnants of his most recent codding failure. "Hmm, you know, I got lucky with her as my mother" uh oh somethings off, he never says 'mother' unless he's mad with her or it's a joke, Its made clear which one as he finishes his sentence, "y'know, maybe someday she'll be your mother-in-law... he mutters in a suggestive tone, putting his arm around your shoulders. You crack a smile and bring a hand up to muffle your giggles, "Why? Planning to gut a riny on my finger?" he hummed playfully. "eager much? Well, one day for sure" he glanced down at you. "I don't even have plans to get a ring yet." he chuckles and flicks your forehead playfully. You pout, unknown to the fact that there was a small velvet box in his bedside table, right next to the bed where you two cuddle and talk in hushed whispers. Though soon, the velvet box will be moved to his pocket as he waits for the perfect moment...

~Notes from me~

OHHHHH WE NEED MORE SERO ONESHOTS!! This was so fun to write!! Part two anyone??

Kiss Me Slowly — Pt. 2

bakugou x shy!fem!reader

masterlist

pt.2/3, pt. 1

wc: 1.5k

cw: cursing, fluff, making out, slight suggestive themes bakugou is sneaky, all characters are aged up

You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.

Katsuki backtracks a bit to the stairs taking your bags with you and begins to climb them all the way up to his childhood room. Opening the door to his teenage mind, you wander a bit touching everything in sight as he just eyes you in wonder. Katsuki comes up behind you and turns you around slowly to face him.

“That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You bounce on your feet adrenaline still pumping through your nerves.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything and just stands there swaying you while you look into his vermilion eyes. Pulling away and heading towards your luggage you begin to unpack the things you will need for tonight and the next morning. Even though you had gotten the hard part over with there was still the burning nervousness of sharing a room with him. Something you still haven’t done. Being adults, you would think there would be a sleepover at least everyone in a while, but every time it got late, he or you would just make your way to your own home.

Katsuki felt like a middle schooler with a girl in his room for the first time, keeping his eyes on your figure just wondering how he got so lucky. That is until you break the silence once more huffing at the bag before speaking.

“Sukiiiiiii,” so draw out his name to try to sound annoyed. He walks up beside you and looks down at the bag. He knows what you’re wondering, but hey it was his mom's orders. Were you suggesting he go against his old hags wishes? A sly smirk on his face as he hums in response.

“I didn’t pack this, i don’t even own this, so why’s it in the bag?” Looking up at him holding the tiny lilac bathing suit, you give an irked expression as he laughs at you.

“I told you hag told us to pack for anything. You,” he takes a moment to poke your forehead “didn’t have a bathing suit, so I helped you out a bit,” his smirk only growing wider as you get more embarrassed.

“Well seeing as it’s winter and we are going to the mountains, I didn’t think there would be a need for… this,” It was a very pretty swimsuit just not something you have ever worn before, especially not in front of the blonde.

“Well pretty, I was just making sure you were well prepared,” he says matter-of-factly before taking a step closer to you.

A blush erupts on your face as you look back down at the article of clothing, “It is... cute.” You eventually respond. He leans down to pull you into a breath-taking kiss, molding his lips against yours just perfectly. Putting his hand on the small of your back to push you chest to chest, deepening the kiss even more. You slide one of your hands up to rest on his heart, while the other goes to toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Katsuki pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth, in a silent plea for you to open your mouth a bit to which you comply.

He slips his tongue in making you pull at his hair a bit, forcing him to groan, as slow hands begin to wander, down your sides, against your waist, about to rest on your-

“Katsuki, your mother would like you to come set the table for dinner.” Masaru says as he knocks on the door signaling his presence. Katsuki reluctantly pulls away muttering a reply to his father, all while still staring into your beautiful e/c eyes. He gives you one last kiss before he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs.

You follow him blindly, still overly flustered by what had just happened. He had never kissed you so passionately before it felt like, Fireworks. Only making you swoon for the tall man even more, making you want to kick your feet at every bit of affection he gives you. You let out a girlish giggle, only being able to contain your excitement for so long, what’s a girl to do? Katsuki stops mid-way to look back at you, confusion written all over his face. Realizing you’d been caught; your laugh slowly dies down and you just look at him shyly. Here you are, only about halfway down the stairs, just awkwardly looking at each other, until he speaks.

“What’re you giggling about back there?” There's a bit of a knowing glint in his eye as he presses on for an answer.

“I-I've just never... y’know... like that before.” You whisper as you break his gaze, before you continue, “I really liked it, suki.” You laugh a bit again, and it’s like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Katsuki brings his hand up to your hair and ruffles it a bit. He turns around and starts to head down to the kitchen once more, you close behind. Once the two of you had gotten the table ready, you obviously helping despite him sternly telling you no, you all sit to eat.

At first, it’s a tad awkward, you shift slightly in your chair, as you twiddle with your fingers. But when Katsuki senses that you’re uncomfortable under his parent’s gaze, he takes your hand, and everything feels okay again. Mitsuki is the first to speak, interested in how the two of you got together, “So, how did you meet?” She looks up from her plate at you expectantly awaiting your answer.

“Well,” you let out a breathy laugh trying to calm your nerves, “I was at a café, and this creepy guy just wouldn’t leave me alone, even when I tried my best to show disinterest. He moved over to the seat next to me and I tried to move away but ended up falling off my chair, except I didn’t hit the floor because Katsuki was there to catch me. He must’ve seen what was about to happen, hero’s intuition, I guess. Then of course he yelled at the man.”

“And here I thought you were incapable of love, I guess when my boy sees a damsel in distress, he just can't help himself can he.” His mother says.

“Tch, she could’ve handled the guy, the brat just acts shy in front of everyone, really just a pain in my ass.” He says jokingly, smirking at your mouth agape.

“Suki, that’s mean!” You pout at him, mumbling something under your breath as his parents' chuckle.

They go into their own side conversation, reminiscing over how they met, when Katsuki moves his hand to your leg and gives a loving squeeze, before leaning to whisper in your ear, “You know I'm just playn’ with ya right, princess?”

“Hmph. I can let it slide this one time I suppose.” He laughs at your statement before continuing to eat his dinner.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time to reside back to Katsuki’s room for bed.

“Remember we’d ought to wake up early so we can be there by noon so rest up kiddos. G’night!” Masaru says on the way to their room.

“Night.” Katsuki responds in a gruff voice, closing his door and sauntering over to you.

“C’mon pretty, let’s get changed for bed.” Giving you a swift kiss on the cheek, he goes to pull off his shirt, getting it about halfway off before you stop him.

“Wait wait wait!” You turn around fast, covering your eyes, and lowering your head.

He continues to undress his top half without you knowing, then making his way over to you. Katsuki puts his hand on your shoulder and speaks, “What’s wrong pretty? I always sleep like this, want me to leave it on?”

“I just... wasn’t expecting it that’s all.” You say, your back still to him.

“So then why dontcha turn around y/n?” He spins you around to face him, but to his surprise you still have your face covered and head down.

Once you finally look up at him, your eyes widen at the sight. He looked like he was chiseled by the gods, muscles so defined it was insane.

“You’re drooling, princess.” Katsuki says in a teasing tone, hand coming up to close your mouth.

“Suki I was not, n-now turn around so I can change.” You say with a pouty voice. He does as you say and waits for you to give him the okay. Not once did he look back even trying to peek. Once you tap him on the shoulder, signifying he can turn back, Katsuki whirls around to pick you up and throw you onto the bed.

He gets comfortable, putting his arm around you, snuggling you close, then whispering in your ear, “Sleep tight pretty, we got a long weekend ahead of us.” The last thing you feel before dozing off is the soft kiss Katsuki leaves on your neck, wishing you one final goodnight.

Kiss Me Slowly

bakugou x shy!fem!reader

masterlist

wc: 2k

pt. 1/3, pt.2

cw: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, all characters are aged up

You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.

Katsuki bakugou is not an affectionate person in the least bit. That is until you came. A cute girl he suppressed his emotions for until it was eating him alive.

The first time everyone met you it was pure shock. The fact that katsuki had managed to get a little cutie like you before any of the guys had kaminari crying into kirishima’s shoulder. You giggled at this and looked over to your wonderful boyfriend who was already starring at you. He puts his hand on your head softly playing with your hair before he proceeds to yell at kaminari to “shut his trap”. You were absolutely perfect for him and him, you.

There was one thing however that bothered you. In the time that you had been dating, which granted, wasn’t a lot only two months or so, he still hasn’t told his parents about you. You couldn’t seem to pinpoint why. Was he embarrassed of you? Did he think you guys wouldn’t last long?

“C’mon y/n princess don’t get so upset about this,”katsuki says following you like a lost puppy through your apartment.

“I just don’t understand why suki, are you embarrassed of me or something,?” you retort.

Hearing the wobble in your voice he inches closer realizing this is much more sensitive than he had thought. It wasn’t like katsuki hadn’t met your parents either. The four of you have had a couple of outings together and they have even go so far as to tell you how fond of the blonde they are. So what was wrong with you?

“W-what?! No! My parents are just a lot that’s all. Especially the old hag,” he gruffs out the last part in fake distaste.

Once he finally got close enough to pull you into his arms, he did so without hesitance. Putting one of his fingers underneath your chin to get you to look up at him, he chuckles at the cute pout your wearing avoiding his ruby gaze.

“How’s ‘bout i call up the old hag and tell her the good news, huh?” He says still tilting your head up towards him.

This catches your attention and you finally tear your eyes away from the floor to meet his teasing stare.

“Really? You mean it suki?” biting your lip to attempt to hide the big goofy smile he oh so adored.

“Yup, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it any longer. Suki’s got it covered,” he states in a quiet voice smirking down at you before kissing the top of your head and pulling you into a proper hug.

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Keeping true to his word, katsuki comes barging into your apartment in a frenzy. Mumbling about how “he knew this would happen” and “shitty fucking hag”.

Getting up from your spot on the couch you go to to alleviate your boyfriends anger. It’s not your fault no. You had every right to want to meet his parents. But he knew how his mom would react and yet he made the call anyways. for you.

“Suki? What happened?” You giggle a bit at your boyfriends antics.

Looking at you for the first time since he walked in, his mood softened just a tad as he tells you the cause of his frustration.

Katsuki paced around his kitchen, phone in hand with his mothers contact pulled up. He had been avoiding this moment for as long as possible and probably too long at that. Deciding to “grow a pair” he clicks the call button. With each passing ring of the phone he grows more and more nervous.

“Katsuki? Why are you calling?” His moms voice sounds through the phone making it harder for him tto spit it out.

“Well jeez, hello to you too,” he says in mock confidence.

“Don’t take an attitude with me, brat!” pulling the phone away from his ear to get away from the screeching noise that was his mothers voice.

“Yea, whatever,” his voice much softer this time.

“So, what are you calling for? Are you in troub—” motherly instincts assuming the worst for the blonde he quickly cuts her off before she can finish the question.

“Would you just let me speak hag?! Tch. You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” taking a deep breath as his mother anxiously awaits his next words, “i… have a girlfriend.” He finally spits out in the smallest voice she’s ever heard.

Going silent for a moment, he thinks his mother hung up on him, that is until-

“AHHHHH MY KATSUKI’S FINALLY MET A GIRL! YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN WORRIED YOU’D BE ALONE FOREVER!”

“God could you be more quite, gonna make my eardrums bleed hag!” he says growing more angry at his embarrassment

“And now she wants us to spend the weekend with them up in some cabin, how fucking stupid is that?! Not to mention the whole ‘pack for anything kat!’ like i don’t know how to fucking pack!” his voice booms through the room.

You just stare up at his larger frame letting him rant about the trip. Once he stops to take a breath you speak, tiptoeing around your words to make sure not to upset him any further, not that you could.

“I don’t know, it sounds kind of intimate,” you say in a weak voice.

Drawing his attention down to you as he ushers you to continue.

Proceeding with your thoughts, “I-i mean a nice relaxing weekend with me and your parents doesn’t sound so bad, does it” you say as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes.

Katsuki’s heart melts at the sight, his pretty little girlfriend swaying his opinion so easily without even trying. Reaching a hand up to cup your face and place a sweet kiss that ended all too soon to your lips.

“Not if you’re there, loser,” his lips pulling into an adorable smile that makes you weak in the knees.

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Katsuki loads up his car with all your bags while you wait in the front seat whining at him saying “turn the car on suki, ‘m so cold,”

“Alright alright, calm down woman i’m coming,” he says trudging his way to the front, he starts it and you rush to put the heat on. Reaching for the charging chord to connect your music to the car, katsuki looks at you for a moment fondly before turning to reverse the car out of the parking space. His hand is is on the back of your headrest as his one skillful hand turns the wheel to leave. You decide to tease him just for the hell of it.

“Suki has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

Katsuki tries not to show the inevitable blush that creeps up his neck to his ears as he stumbles over his words.

“C-can’t you see i’m driving here, shitty woman?” You laugh at his mock annoyance and decide to take a nap to pass the time, but not before you feel katsuki lay his hand on your thigh making you flush. You two haven’t gone past light kisses and small touches therefore the action making you act like a little school-girl with a crush.

Dozing off for god knows how long you’re awoken to katsuki’s sweet voice lulling you awake to tell you you’re at his parents house.

“Hey princess we’re here” his voice barely above a whisper. You move around a bit to get oriented and notice his jacket on you like a blanket. Yawning you get out of the car and blindly follow katsuki to his front door with the bags.

Katsuki lifts his hand to hesitantly ring the doorbell as your almost hiding behind him.

“Suki is my hair messed up? Wanna look good,” you ask him with sleep in your voice and pleading eyes.

“No princess you look perfect, don’t worry,” and he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. He was unusually nice when you had just woken up then he would go back to normal when you were more awake. Another reason you were so fond of the fiery man.

“WHO KNEW YOU COULD BE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! MASARU COME LOOK!” a booming voice frightens you and you jump behind your boyfriend even more.

“YOU’RE GONNA SCARE HER AWAY HAG, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!” he screams back.

Putting together that it was just his mother, your grip on his arm loosened a bit and you move to the side a bit to make yourself more visible to the blonde woman. Katsuki puts a comforting hand on the small of your back and introduces you.

“Hag, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” he says looking down at you then back up to his mother with a smug look on his face.

“I’m so sorry for raising my voice! I’m just so happy this brat found someone!” she says as she pulls katsuki away from you to roughly ruffle his hair. Swatting her away as she continues to speak she looks from him back to you. “You are just so darling!”

“T-thank you, Mrs. Bakugou,” you say in the biggest voice you can muster.

“Oh you don’t have to call me that dear, makes me feel old,” she smiles sweetly, “Just call me Mitsuki. Jeez you must be freezing out here, katsuki have some manners and invite the girl in!”

“I was gonna hag!” He gently grabs your hand intertwining your fingers and leads you through the entry way. Mitsuki lead the way with katsuki and you following close behind, your small hand still engulfed in his. Finally taking a moment to look around the beautiful house excitement fills you. He really grew up here?

“Suki look at this painting isn’t it beautiful, have you seen it?!” you say in a childish tone as he stops his forward movement to entertain you for a bit.

“I’ve walked past that painting a million times loser, i’ve always hated it. it’s ugly.” he says flatly. You pout up at him, not liking his teasing tone.

Masaru eventually joins his wife’s side watching the scene unfold between the two of you. It’s like you completely forget where you are in the moment, only focusing on the tall man in front of you.

His father breaks the silence, noticeably different that the two ash blondes, much calmer, “You must be y/n, it’s so nice to meet you,” his smile is soft and sweet. His statement pulls you and katsuki from your trance and you look to the older man. He outstretches his hand for you to shake, you look up to your boyfriend for some kind of last minute comfort, but instead it’s him gently nudging you forward. Hesitantly, you shake his hand.

“Quiet aren’t you, not the type i’d expect to be with this gremlin,”

You giggle a bit a mitsuki’s words. It was true, in comparison to katsuki, you were quite different. You being less outgoing than he was and he helped you in that department. perfect fit.

“So why couldn’t we just go separately tomorrow, coulda saved myself one less night with you,” he scowls at his mother.

“Oh hush!” she wacks him over the head and you’re wide-eyed. He truly was a replica of his mother. You were pulled out of your thoughts when she continued, “And besides, i already told you, it gives us more time with you two and it saves gas, you’re welcome by the way,” she sneers in response.

“You two can go put your bags up in katsuki’s room and get her acquainted with the place, dinner won’t be ready for a little bit.” She states walking out of the room but not before lending you a small smile, masaru following suit.

Katsuki backtracks a bit to the stairs taking your bags with you and begins to climb them all the way up to his childhood room. Opening the door to his teenage mind, you wander a bit touching everything in sight as he just eyes you in wonder. Katsuki comes up behind you and turns you around slowly to face him.