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katsuki bakugou LOVES doing your lip liner.

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he's got you sat up on the bathroom sink, snugged in between your thighs with a nyx lip liner pencil in the shade “dark brown” in his hand and your chocolate brown fenty gloss on the counter.

“don't fuck my lips up ki’ they're my best feature.” you pout your plump lips at him.

he scoffs, “whatever, I know what m’doin-” he gently starts to trace over the outline of your slightly dry lips, just so the liner would apply better.

he’s so memorized by you. he loves your pretty face, every single feature. your cute nose, plump and full lips, your dark brown eyes—he loves it all.

“y’so pretty, baby..” he whispers as he finishes your bottom lip, reaching for the gloss.

“aw, katsuki, you think im pretty?” you smile at him, already knowing that he does.

he scoffs at you and mumbles a little “duh” under his breath. he opens up the gloss and applies it to your top lip, then eventually your bottom. he personally thinks he nailed that shit.

he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you off the sink so you could see yourself in the mirror. “see baby? i told you i was a fuckin professional.”

“okay, baby, i see you! you did good!” you’re cheesing so hard in the mirror because he did such a good job; he might’ve done a better job than you ever could.

you turn to face him to give him a kiss without realizing it would mess your lips up.

“y/n! you ruined my hard fuckin work,” he raises his voice a little in surprise.

“oops..” you whisper, staring at your lip combo on his lips.

“i guess we twinning now, baby.”

“please shut up,” he says with a smile. this man really loves you down, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

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Tw rape

Bro I love that tumblr and Wattpad have x readers black readers but fuck why does it always have to be about sex. Like why can’t we get a 10k word fanfic about us falling in love and being loved gently with some background drama or action. It’s always sex or rape which is low key weird. Like I get people are into that or write it because of trauma but it’s always sex, violent sex, or just literally rape. Or they’re racist stereotypes in the fanfic which is a whole other story. On Ao3 they’re x reader fanfics that are fun, have adventure, a little bit of drama, and a splash of sex. Also it’s with the same people it’s either attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, or My hero Academia. Which is cool but it’s usually only them. At this point imma try and make a x black reader fanfic because this shit is exhausting. But I have work so someone dm if they wanna work on a fanfic together because things need to low key change.

relationship headcannons w/ bakugo

prompt: just some general headcannons of what bakugo would be like in a relationship with black s/o

warnings: negro shit, fem!black!reader, aged up bakugo

an: ok boom, so i think it is so hot of this fandom to just headcannon that bakugo is a whore for black women like- yes 💕

this mofo y’all-

this boy loves you so much but that pride fucks him up every single time

he has no problem saying i love you or even showing his love through actions but in public, you ain’t getting shit

he just gets way to flustered; like he’ll hug and whisper the shit, thinking you didn’t hear

“i love you” “huh?” “SHUT UP! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” “nigga-”

beyond that, this man will go above and beyond to make sure you know that you are loved

hell, he’ll spoil you for the sole reason that he does in fact love you more than life it’s self

i personally think he takes pride in buying you shit so when people ask you can be like “oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me all of that” “…sis thas at least twenty damn bags of clothes and jewelry”

his big-headed self is probably “hell yeah I did”

ironically, he hates when you spend yo money on him or yourself; he doesn’t mind you being independent and shit, he actually encourages it but this is the one thing he won’t let go

this nigga will start hiding yo cards and shit or start blowing them bitches up

he feign like he stupid or some shit; he da smartest, most organized nigga you know and when yo card goes missing all of sudden he done lost his damn memory?

“Katsuki, where did my cards go?” “…huh?” “nigga- YOU FUCKING HEARD ME! WHERE IS MY DAMN CARD!?!?”

this motherfucker is definitely checking on back account every two days just make sure money is coming in and not out

if you somehow find that card, props to you, just know it is not yours forever and it will go missing again in under 24 hrs

the most important thing he decided to buy you was a pretty gold custom necklace of his name and gold bamboo hoops to match

the hoops he didn’t really care for but that necklace- chile

it was almost like he cared for it more than you did…cause he did; he always touching it, fiddling with it, and you know that bitch is real so sometimes he likes to polish it so it shines

but if you take it off- sis, did you write yo will yet? but that bitch back on before he catch you

it’s real for a reason- so you don’t have to take it off; if he does catch the necklace not on yo body, he’s gon be pissed

“WHY IN THE HELL IS YO NECKLACE NOT YO NECK AND IN MY HAND, DUMBASS!?!?” “hol on now- calm yo self. i took it off cause i don’t it to get messed up-” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! PUT THE SHIT BACK ON!!” 

….it’s such a silly thing to get angry over but don’t take it off sis, if you value yo life

for some reason whether big or small, he loves hitting your ass. and i don’t mean no petty swat, i mean he’s throwing hands 

“SMACK!” “Ow! Nigga, have you lost yo god damn mind?!?” “What? It was just there”

not to mention but any chance he get- he’s grabbing the yams

motherfucker can not keep his damn hands to himself, he gotta touch, even if it’s a quick squeeze 

y’all laying in bed? grabbing the yams. you laying on yo couch, minding yo business? grabbing the yams. talking to yo lil friends? grabbing them yams. working on the field with him? grabbing the yams. 

an: i’ll come back with some more later :)

Hello! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if I could request some Kirishima x reader comfort? If you'd be willing to write for a plus-sized reader with body image issues that would be great, otherwise just some comfort for insecurities if that's okay?

Tiger Stripes

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader

Genre: Headcanons + Drabble

Synopsis: Kirishima comes home from a day of office work to find his love feeling down about herself, and decides to dedicate the next few days to making her feel like the beautiful badass woman she is.

Warnings: mentions of weight insecurities, relationship anxiety, adult!prohero!Kirishima and adult!fem!plus-sided!reader

A/N: a new request in a long time is very refreshing. I hope I'm writing this to your liking. I’m not plus-sized myself, so I am very much open to criticism and advice from any of my followers who are plus-sized to educate me on the varying insecurities that come with it. Also after finishing writing it I realized the title may not be the best but I'm too lazy to change it so it’ll stay the same.

Kirishima had long-knew about your insecurities, especially having to deal with your weight. You made it a point to tell him about them when you first started dating as a way to get any negative biases about them out the way and, potentially, prepare yourself for a rejection if your insecurities became a deal breaker

Kirishima was very understanding and supportive, to the point where it seemed to good to be true. But kirishima is a man to back up his words with actions, and proved to you that the insecurities you endured were no match for the love, affection and care he would shower you with over the years

Even so, there were days where you just didn’t feel good enough. It had nothing to do with kirishima - he had been such a loving and faithful lover to you for the while you’ve been dating, but sometimes you just woke up and your brain chose violence against you.

Somehow any little thing you hadn’t worried about prior became big red flags the moment you woke up or saw yourself in a mirror. Kirishima would be gone most mornings, either for early patrol or to get a start on his hero paper work depending on the day of the week, and so on these days you are especially scared of your thoughts, because they could cause a relapse at any moment.

You would sit at the edge of your bed, mirror positioned in front of it, examining every flaw your eyes and brain could pick apart. The love handles that kirishima oh so loved to coddle became an eyesore, the different toned stripes that lined your arms, thighs, and rump became too ugly to look at

Kirishima called them your ‘tiger stripes’ because of how badass and powerful you were, but on days like these, your badges of honor became a huge burden to think positively about.

Somehow kirishima was always able to make things better. With his sweet words and loving touches, it was hard not to believe him when he called you his gorgeous tiger, so brave and strong and true, and when he talked on and on about everything he loved about you and why, until you were beaming and had forgotten about the negative thoughts brought on by your insecurities.

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    You stared at your reflection, eyes scanning over every surface of your body. The cropped top you slept in scrunched up just underneath your breasts revealed the love handles that didn’t seem so lovely in the evening’s sun rays. The shorts that hung around your waist rode up, showing the many discolored stripes of stretch marks creeping up and down your thighs, and those didn’t seem so lovely either.

    You hadn’t gotten out of bed all day, and the moment you did, the first thing your eyes set sight on were the parts of your body that you disliked the most, and on days like these where it was hard enough to open your eyes, you wished it all to hell.

    Unwanted thoughts ran rampant in your head about the reflection that stared back at you. Whispers of the ghosts of your past haunting you, degrading you, shaming you for something you’ve tried numerous times to control, but failed in each attempt. 

    The voices were beginning to consume you, echoing so loud that it felt like base speakers were booming into your ears. You cupped your hands over your ears, shutting your eyes tight in an attempt to silence them, even just a little bit, but it only made them seem to grow louder. Your body felt heavy with lead as the weight of those words whispering in your mind crashed into you, making you shake and shiver and whimper as you tried to ignore them.

    Then, there was a touch. A firm, yet gentle touch. A touch that drowned out the voices of those haunting whispers, and calmed your shaking body. A touch that brought you back into the real world.

    Opening your eyes slowly, you saw that the touch was from a tanned hand, rough and calloused from days of hard work. That hand, connected to an arm ripped with carefully trained muscles, connected to your human with such a concerned look on his face, it caused you a bit of shock. ‘When did Eijirou come in?’

    “Babe, are you okay? You didn’t respond to me when I called your name,” Kirishima asks softly, hand still resting on you to ground you from whatever experience you were having. “I mean, I know you jokingly don’t reply when I say your real name, but-” then, Kirishima paused, and looked at you. He really looked at you - then glanced back at the mirror behind him in which he had sat in front of to get your attention, and then pieced two and two together.

    “It’s one of those days, then, huh?” He asks in a quieter, softer tone than anything you’d ever heard. With the sense of safety and security spreading throughout your body from his fingertips, you gathered the courage to nod, confirming his suspicions.

    The redhead stood from his crouched position, gesturing you to scoot back further into the bed. You lazily did so, still feeling somewhat weighed down with anxiety. Kirishima crawled onto the bed with you, sitting cross legged, and gestured for you to come sit in his lap. You were hesitant, at first, doubts still weighing in your mind, but when Kirishima’s gentle hands came to encourage your movement, you found yourself following the direction of his hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso and leaned into his heavenly embrace. Strong, comforting arms wrapped around you as you made your home in the crook of his neck, not completely letting your weight onto him yet, but just enough that you were comfortable with.

    In moments like these, Kirishima doesn’t say anything unless you prompt him with a ‘How was your day?’ as some sort of engagement to relax the both of you from such a heavy topic. He would ramble on about boring paperwork or boring patrols, how he’s had to stop Bakugo from getting into a cat-fight, or how he helped a child find their missing parent. He found that the stories allowed you to focus on him and his voice, and therefore allowed you to relax, so he didn’t mind the rambling.

    Right now, however, he opted to placing a kiss on your shoulder, letting the comforting silence he brought with him take over the room.

    “I’m right here, baby girl; i got you,” he whispered, and somehow, you knew that everything was going to be okay after that. Everything always seemed to be okay, when Kirishima held you in his arms, swaying the both of you from side to side, while he admired the tiger stripes that adorned your thighs. 

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HOLY FUCK MORE SIR PLEASE 🙏🏾

♥︎ ┊stay away from things that aren't yours

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(shigaraki/black f.reader)

＃ tags :: au-idols, reader is an idol, stalking, obsessive & possessive behavior, au-no quirks, breaking and entering, panty-stealing

＃ wc :: 2k

＃ a/n :: inspired by perfect blue, for some reason. this was supposed to be just a drabble.

it didn't come up in the fic, but the other idols are mina & miruko :)

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whoever works at this particular conbini must favor this particular idol group. whenever shigaraki comes in around twelve in the morning, the stupid girls are almost always singing their stupid little tunes and dancing their incredibly shitty dances on the tiny television. he doesn't really pay any attention to it anymore, like background music.

he doesn't know why that has to change now.

for the first time, shigaraki actually watches the tv. the idols are all black (weird⎯considering he lives in such a closed-off country) but sing really well. it might be because this one is in front, the center of attention, but his eyes are drawn to you. your pretty pink skirt flounces lightly as you move around on stage, striking cute poses and tilting your head this way and that. your hips swing in time to the beat, and shigaraki pretends he isn't staring. the little pink bow stands out against the stark black of your hair.

shigaraki shoves his hands into his pockets, turning away from the screen. he puts his usual shit in front of the usual cashier. except, tonight, this is the first time he's ever talked to this girl. "hey, who're they?" he points nonchalantly to the television where the number has now ended, where the idols are all posing, smiling.

the cashier blinks up in surprise. she hadn't been expecting him to speak either. but she brightens up instantly. "oh! they're U☆A!!!" he winces, cringing at the embarrassment evident so unabashedly in her tone. he doesn't say anything else, grabs his stuff, and powerwalks out of there. practically slams his change onto the counter. he feels like everyone is staring at him as he walks home⎯it makes him pull his jacket around himself more, ashamed.

later that night (and well into the morning) sees shigaraki laying down in bed, shoveling food into his mouth as he watches your music videos. he refuses to call you by your shitty stage name (which is just as cute as the rest of your...'concept') and it only takes a few google searches to find your given name. shigaraki stares at the you inside the screen and decides that it fits.

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shigaraki wonders about the things that you like. your idol life cannot possibly be all there is to you. and the videos he watches⎯they don't tell him much. stuff that he doesn't really care about. he doesn't want to know what your favorite color is (purple) or your favorite food (dango) or your favorite animal (black cats). shigaraki wants to know the deeper stuff. he wants to know the things that matter. he wants to know what things you fear⎯really fear, the things that keep you up at night.

oddly enough, he wants to know the shit that makes you happy too.

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why did you decide to become an idol?

no seriously. why. it's such an invasive job, and people are watching your every move. shigaraki's watching your every move. some of your fans aren't as generous, or supportive. sometimes they say bad things in the comments of your music video (shigaraki initiates a few arguments with a few of them⎯despite knowing next to nothing about the group), on social media. your managers post a video of you and the other two girls reading these comments aloud. tears prickle in the corner of your eyes but you all force yourselves to continue.

the comments in that video are all positive. but something still tells shigaraki that your tears are earnest.

so why do you put yourself through things like that. do you like it? in some twisted, messed up way? do you secretly get off on the attention, like how he secretly gets off to you?

whore.

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the narrator is not visible.

his voice is tinny-sounding, like a nerd, or something. he asks irrelevant questions. things that most people can find out due to the internet. if shigaraki were the interviewer, he would ask you things people would actually want to hear.

you and your other members sit in chairs, lightly snacking on cheap treats. once again, you're wearing some pink dress, complete with frills and lace, high socks, and little white mary janes. you look like a child. shigaraki wonders what sick fuck designed this. compared to the other members of U☆A, your performance outfits always reveal a bit more, skirts always bordering on too-short⎯and yet, for interviews and whatever else the band does for promotion, you're always shoved into these light-colored pastels and the hideous lolita like-style. he's seen you dress casually, you prefer cute leggings and tee-shirt combos.

you eat delicately, taking cute nibbles and moaning softly at the taste. the camera pans in on your face. the idol to your left elbows you subtly, and you drop the snack. shigaraki pauses the video.

he's hard.

with a loud, lazy groan, he debates on whether or not to rub one out quickly. he does. it feels good, really good, but it isn't enough. that scares him a little.

he goes to work, a bit earlier than normal, humming the tune to U☆A's latest single. when he finds out he's doing it, he clamps his mouth shut immediately, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone else noticed. no one has. in his free time, he googles more shit about you. he absorbs the information like a sponge, desperate for every tiny piece to the puzzle.

soon, shigaraki realizes, that the internet won't be enough anymore. he wants to judge you on a personal account, and no one is really one-hundred percent on the internet. he has to get closer.

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most people would call this stalking. breaking and entering. most people would put shigaraki behind bars if they found out what he was doing. he is aware of this, which is why he won't get caught. your lock is incredibly easy to pick, requiring almost no effort and it was no issue getting past 'security' (the things he can get away with if he actually cleans up every once and a while) at the lobby of your building.

the idol group must not be popular enough to warrant a full-blown security team but make enough money from revenue for you to live in one of the best-gated communities in roppongi. your neighbors probably don't even realize they're living next to an idol. your neighbors are also not home. it makes shigaraki's job a lot easier. he had been following you for a while (shitty security, remember? you were practically easy pickings) to and from the studio each day. and what a good little idol you are. there is a reason why you're the center. you clearly work the hardest. first to arrive, last to leave. you dance the best, helping your members when they can't get the steps just right, voice carrying over the notes longer⎯higher. shigaraki could watch you for hours, just like this.

sometimes, he wishes for a private show. wishes that you were at least a solo artist so when he sneaks into the studio (pretending to be a janitor⎯or a staff member) he could watch you, and only you alone.

he slips his shoes off in the gakuen. says "taidama" just for the hell of it and imagines your melodic voice responding "okaeri".

the layout of your small apartment looks lived in. there are clothes strewn about in the bedroom, and shigaraki finds sticky notes in the most random of places. his hands itch to find the memo pad, and a pen. to leave notes of his own. he tips his head back, imagining the sight of you finding a sticky note tucked into the very back of the medicine cabinet. you'd be surprised at first⎯wondering when and why you would have hidden a note back there. then the horror to find out that the handwriting isn't yours.

shigaraki shakes his head, stamping his foot on your hardwood floors to bring himself back to the present. he can imagine dirty scenarios about you later. he hasn't learned your schedule completely just yet (you are quite fond of taking detours and getting distracted so you are either always late or never where you're supposed to be) and the last thing he needs is for you to come home early. or maybe, maybe pushing you to the floor, clamping a hand over your mouth⎯finally getting the answers to the questions that had been driving him crazy⎯

he rifles through your hamper, doesn't find anything worth stealing. the panty drawer is next⎯mostly panties in white or black. some in beige, some pink. he has to dig to the bottom to find the good stuff; a handful of animal print (coupled with lace). he shoves the cowprint into the pocket of his coat. and then the zebra stripes for good measure.

it takes a while for him to summon the want to leave. the need to leave something of himself behind is strong, had been growing ever since he shoves your underwear into his coat pocket twenty minutes ago. after all, if he has something of you, shouldn't you have something of him too? shigaraki decides that this is only fair, and takes the underwear out of his coat pocket and puts it into the pockets of his black slacks instead.

he throws his coat over the first pile of clothes that he sees⎯it's not like you'll be able to tell that it isn't yours. at least not yet. besides, it gives him reason to visit again.

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you bump into him entirely by accident. well, it hadn't exactly been fully planned through on his end, but the literal running-into-each-other was all you. although shigaraki does fumble with his cup of coffee, spilling it everywhere. hisses through his teeth to make it seem realistic, to make it seem like some burned him through his thick hoodie and sweatpants. hook.

you are quick to apologize, running to grab napkins to clean up the mess. it takes you a few trips and shigaraki just stands there dumbly, refusing to help out. he feels like maybe he might be stuck to the floor. he can't quite get over the fact that your so close, within touching distance, and you're awake for it, not asleep. it's addicting. he could reach out and touch your face if he wanted to⎯curl his fingers into your hair. shigaraki shoves his hands into his pockets, to help him fight the temptation.

"sir! are you okay? i didn't mean to! i should be watching out where i'm going and i hope you weren't waiting for that for a long time-" your words die in your throat (very suddenly, in a way that would be very awkward if shigaraki hadn't done any of this on purpose), and you go speechless, eyes scanning over his face. it's extremely obvious that your checking him out right now. he wishes he had worn something a bit more form-fitting. line.

"it's whatever" he mutters, rolling his eyes, even though his heart rate picks up at the sight of your shy smile. so you like what you see. that just makes it easier then.

"no! no! are you free? i'd love to buy you another one. and a muffin too, if you want. personally, i recommend them" he wants to snarl and snap that he knows, unlike your wandering mind, you more or less stick to the same food orders in each of the venues you vacate.

shigaraki forces himself to frown instead. "that's not really necessary⎯"

"i insist!" there are hardly any customers in the cafe. an elderly couple in the back who frown upon the incident, but turn to talk towards each other and a few university students. no one to come run intervention, besides the three staff members in the back. god, why is everything so tauntingly easy? "i feel really bad, please let me make it up to you"

shigaraki could think of ten ways you could make it up to him. none of them involve coffee.

"fine. okay. i'm free for about forty-five minutes"

a smile blooms onto your face. you couldn't hide your emotions even if you wanted to. "great!" and then you lead him to a table, hand brushing up against his arm. it's entirely by accident, and you have no idea what you do to him.

motherfucking sinker.

Patchwork Quilt of Clouds

Comfort piece with one of my favorite comfort characters. Let me know if you guys want more Aizawa, might branch out to Hawks too. Just tell me what yall want to read

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Black!fem!OC. All my OC's have names that can be read as nicknames

Rating: PG, this is literal fluff and comfort

Warning: None.

Shouta found Cutie in their bed, with a literal mountain of pillows surrounding her. Pillows from their bed, the sofa, the guest room and pillows he’s never seen before, all fighting to say on their platform bed until some tethered on the edge. White, black, floral, funky designs and tacky sequined styled pillows painted a sight harsh on his eyes. And in the middle, a big black puff of wild kinky hair peeked out the sea of fabrics. Slowly Shouta put his scarf down on their dresser, then his goggles. With his boots by the door, next to hers, taking off his hero costume was a quick process.

During his disrobing, the erasure hero couldn't help but smirk to himself. Beside the bed, everything was cleaned; even the rug had vacuum tracks. She must have gotten fed up with his mess. Contrary to what students probably thought his home wasn't a dark cave with two pieces of furniture. Shouta was a thirty-year-old man. Of course, he had a coffee table and lamps, along with all the usual furnishings that would be found in adult housing. But despite his age and love for logic, he was a mess everywhere but his job. Before Cutie, he was shamelessly living like a raccoon. Logic be damned, working 2 jobs was tiring and cleaning wasn't a priority.

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized Cutie moved slightly to peer out at him to watch him dress down to his boxer briefs. Brown eyes filled with mirth met his before ducking down to hide in the sea of cotton. “What happened?”

“Oh thank heavens, a hero! Eraserhead, I've been attacked by a villain that attracts pillows. Save me.” Sometimes, she was almost as childish as his brats at school.

“Oh no, it appears I've also been attacked, but my villain makes their victims dangerously sleepy. Must. rest. Now.” His body collapsing into to fluffy void caused a couple of pillows to fall, but still, an obscene amount stayed put. Cutie watched from her spot as her boyfriend feigned fatal exhaustion. Her dark lips pulled into a large grin at how adorable Shouta looked surrounded by pillows, hair strewn in every direction. Playing with Shouta was like playing with a cat. Actually, her entire relationship with him could be compared to dating a cat. And she loved it.

“Thinking about me as a cat again? Really?”

“How-” a stem of catnip appeared right in front of Cutie, the bulb just starting to blossom with small flowers. Pale fingers held the piece haphazardly but behind the hand, a satisfied yet sleepy smile graced Shouta’s face.

“You can be predictable, Cutie.”

“All the time?”

“No, sometimes you're as unpredictable as a toddler. Ow, that really hurt,” his monotone voice lifted at the end when she tapped him on the forehead. Her hit caused a few more pillows to lose their balance and fall. “Exhibit A: the pillow mountain. I think I rest my case.”

“Really? Let the record show the jury looks unconvinced.”

“Objection, speculation.” Guffaws erupting from her short frame was her response. Eventually, it was quiet. Cutie felt the bed shift as her eyes closed. The weight of her partner pressed her body into the now hill of pillows. Then a cold nose nuzzled into her covered cleavage. After work and a shower, all the woman was wearing were sporty shorts and Shouta's sweatshirt.

“Sho!”

“You're warm. You can’t compare me to a cat and not expect me to do cat things.”

“But Sho-”

“Shh, just go to sleep.”

An hour before he had patrol, the hero rose from his position on his girlfriend. The pillow pillars that were there when he closed his eyes were still standing strong. Shouta released a deep sigh before getting up. Garbled words sounded from Cutie’s mouth, probably protest to him moving and taking his body heat away.

Ignoring that, Shouta went to the bathroom. Coming out he found his personal body pillow yawning and knocking down a few more pillows with her stretches. Now the floor around the bed looked like a patchwork quilt of clouds. Brown limbs popped out the remaining mess, freshly stretched, until her full figure emerged on the edge of the bed.

“This was so much easier in my head,” Cutie mumbled. Her hair wasn't that different than before, but Shouta knows she’ll be moaning over not covering it later. As he redressed, she finally tumbled out and walked out of the room. When his goggles settle under his scarf the nighttime hero exited their bedroom.

“I made soba.” a groan escaped his throat. “Just eat a little.”Before Shouta could groan again, brown eyes but quickly to glare at him, daring him to make a hint of protest. “You are not eating a jelly pack when I cooked and slaved over this hot stove to cook for my darling hero boyfriend. Sho I-”

Words kept spewing out her mouth but the black-haired male tuned her out. It would be easier to just consume a pack before his patrol, but his girlfriend was highly against more than two energy jellies a day. Cutie even said when she first moved to Japan the snacks were a complete shock to her. She believed jelly is not a substitution for a meal and her grandmother would ‘have her hide’ if she ate like he did. And thus, one of her first acts as his significant other was ensuring ‘proper nutrition.

“And I don't mean to nag but I just want you to be in the best shape possible to keep the streets safe and kick evil’s ass.”

“Okay, just a little.”

“You weren't even listening to me were you?”

“Nope. but I know somewhere in that speech you said something about caring, so… thanks.”

Cutie did nothing but flare her nose at this. While Shouta noticed, he felt it was best to make the bowls and not say anything. The kitchen was cozy, with only three chairs around the square table, all located in the nook by a window. After saying thanks, both of them began slurping down noddles, Cutie more than Shouta.

“You eat like a toddler.”

“You eat like a woman on a diet.”

“Hmm.” It was quiet after that. He finished before her, but before he could get up and leave, his darling girlfriend grasped his hand. Entwining their fingers, Cutie rose a single brow. Shouta squinted at his wristwatch before sighing and accepting he would be stuck here until the last possible minute.

“So needy.” Sometimes it was best to not acknowledge that fact about Cutie, like when she was already feeling guilty about constantly wanting his attention. But today, and on other days like this, when she had a smile brighter than the sun she could take that statement in stride.

“For you, my beloved, always.”

“Gross.” his expression didn’t match what he voiced, but he had an image to maintain. Not even Cutie can know how weak he is for mushy words. When she finished her food and put down her chopsticks, Cutie wasted no time grabbing his other hand.

“Shou….”

“Hgn...”

“Stay safe and kick ass.”A mischievous small smile danced briefly on his face. He squeezed her hand tight enough for her to curse before releasing them.

“Cutie..”

“Yes?”

“Clean those pillows up.”

dry wells

summary: being dependable is hard when you have no one to fall back on. you learn that the hard way. aizawa is there to remind you that all you have to do is ask. 

word count: 3.0 k

pairing(s): aizawa shouta x reader

genre | includes: stress, comfort, sfw, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, one (1) swear word, brief self-deprecation

author’s note: this is my first work on here and it is purely self indulgent. i hope anyone who feels the same way gets some form of comfort and reassurance from this ! please let me know what you think ! also please ignore me mentioning in the heights in absolutely everything i do. i can’t help it lol

Shouta values functional relationships. Quality over quantity, as cliché as it is, is the bread and butter of his social interactions. His brunch meetups and nights on the town are few and far between, but, contrary to common belief, he enjoys them very much. He doesn’t spend extra time around people he dislikes, so if he’s doing anything, he does it with company he enjoys. It’s as simple as that. The amount of people that belong in his circle are small, and the number has been waning gradually over the years. Without question, his closest companions are Hizashi and Nemuri. As fed up as he acts with them, he leaves every moment with them feeling lighter.

Except for when they’re working. He’d never get used to their faculty room antics no matter how hard he tried. And they weren’t the only problem. There's just something about the fluorescent lighting in the school building that drains every ounce of energy from him. Factor all that in with less than 4 hours of sleep and problem children at every corner? Coffee never stood a chance. (That doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.)

Yes, it was exhausting, but Shouta likes to think he’s got it all under control. At least he knows what to expect. By now, it’s routine; Nemuri gossips about student drama (“Kobayashi Mariko from one of the second year support classes cheated on their girlfriend with a business department third year”), Hizashi reacts at a volume louder than necessary (“You’re kidding. The poor girl must be crushed”), everyone hears and begins to chime in (“I thought they already broke up, I saw her with Kato Misaki from general studies at the mall last weekend” “Well, that doesn’t mean anything. People go to the mall with their friends all the time” “But they kissed” “Tell me you’re joking”), Shouta sighs a deep, aching sigh in preparation for the headache that's about to kick in, and less than a minute later, right on schedule, a low chuckle comes from beside him as you set down a cup of coffee and greet him with a cheeky, “good morning, sunshine”.

Living the life of a hero, constantly stepping out into the world unsure if he’d return, Shouta has come to be appreciative of the slight pleasures in his life. One of those pleasures is you. He couldn’t always afford the luxury of routine, yet there you always were. You were just enough joy to last the day. Gentle when the time calls for it; brutally honest when need be. Comfortable in your skin, you expressed yourself in the way you knew others would understand while being unapologetically yourself. When Shouta started working at UA, he’d shadowed you for a semester, learning your tips and tricks for nurturing the new generation of heroes. Despite graduating the year after him, you’d established an aura of authority and dependability that not even he could ignore. Long after he’d done the same, you still offered your services and assistance in whatever way you could. How you managed to take on other people’s workloads he’d never know, he just knew he was grateful for you. 

You were a different kind of teasing than Nemuri, a tamer happy than Hizashi. You were reliable in every sense and unwavering in your identity. Students flocked to you for advice as you undulated naturally between teacher and older sibling. You could easily take command of a room and just as quickly get everyone laughing. You stomped out defiance and made tiktok references in the same breath. Your presence brought relief; if you were here, everything would be figured out. Everyone just knew no matter what it is, (y/n)’s got it under control. 

So when you shuffled into the faculty room half an hour late, eyes puffy and bloodshot, your usual confidence nowhere in sight, Shouta did a double take. The other teachers were preoccupied with this week’s “tea” (he’d heard Ashido use the term alongside other colloquial phrases he was far too removed to understand) and had yet to notice you. Judging by how you’d flinched at a louder than necessary gasp, it was a good thing. 

What was normally a purposeful strut to the coffee station was now an aimless lumber. You changed course several times as if you’d forgotten the configuration of the room. Your arms were unsure as they unfolded and reached for the pot. From where he sat, Shouta could see your hands shake while pouring your coffee. They hovered over the countertop awkwardly as usual routine became foreign to your distracted mind. You clumsily spilled sugar and whimpered as creamer splashed over the rim of the cup. Your arm knocked over the nearly empty container of stirrers as you reached for napkins and it seemed to be the final straw. Blinking rapidly at the ceiling and taking shaky breaths did nothing to stop the silent tears from burning trails down your cheeks. You sniffled once, twice, and rubbed frantically at your eyes. Shouta wasn’t one for comfort, but leaving you to break down in a high school teacher’s lounge over a cup of coffee at 7:30 am didn’t sit quite right with him. As he stood to confront you (confront sounded violent and all too certain for what he was about to do. What exactly he was about to do, he had no clue), you let out a choked sob and escaped to the door, leaving the coffee and stirrers in disarray on the countertop. 

“What’s wrong with (y/n)?” someone asked, as you pushed past Vlad and made a mad dash to somewhere beyond the lounge’s field of vision. Shouta was too preoccupied with packing his files and following you to check who said it. 

Sometimes Shouta forgets that you’re also a stealth hero, but moments like this remind him (he says “moments like this” like this happens often. He wouldn’t be chasing after you if this wasn’t out of the ordinary- if he wasn’t concerned). You were fast and, by God, were you hard to find. It didn’t help that classes started in less than half an hour and the early-bird students had started wandering campus. At least this proved you were more than capable as a hero; even in your distress, you could blend into a crowd with ease. 

He chased your trail until you hit a quiet stairwell and collapsed into a heap of sorrow under the railing. Now that you were within reach, Shouta realized he honestly didn’t know what to do. Operating at night and dwelling in the shadows for the majority of his career, Shouta had broken up trafficking rings, rescued victims of abuse, and toppled organized crime circuits, but comforting his colleague was way above his pay grade. But there was very little about this profession that involved staying in one’s comfort zone. It was as he’d overheard All Might tell Problem Child #1 (they weren’t slick; neither of them could whisper very well, let alone keep secrets), a hero’s body moves before they think. So here he was, body in a forgotten stairwell, mind still in the teacher’s lounge 3 floors and a 5 minute cardio workout away.

He didn’t know how many times he had to say it, but you’d been nothing but dependable. He’d never once had to worry about you. If he thought back far enough, your few encounters with him as UA students served memories of the same. You came just after Hizashi and Nemuri on the list of people he could tolerate, but higher than them at the same time. He wasn’t sure why. 

You always called a cab for him after faculty bar crawls, regardless of whether or not he was sober. You were the first face he saw after the USJ incident at the beginning of the year. You’d often come to his apartment (now his room in the dorms) to keep him company while you both graded papers. Late into an evening of exasperated comments and mood-lightening jokes, you, without fail, would snatch away his stacks of papers and force him to sleep. By the time he woke up, they were graded and organized by student and subject. 

He… liked having you around. Not just because you did things to help him, it was more than that, Shouta just had no idea what else it was. Maybe it was that way that before he entered the cabs you called for him, you always demanded he text you to let you know he was home. It may be hidden in how you would grab his arm when he waved off your worry, and you’d look into the depths of his soul with searching eyes. “I’m serious, Shouta. Promise me,” and he would, because he could never lie to you. 

Maybe the answer lies within the time you told everyone to get rest as you stayed to listen to the nurses explain how to change his bandages when the Nomu left him bedbound. How, like clockwork, you’d knock on his front door, push him onto his couch, and ignore his protests to change the bandages he had been neglecting for school assignments and patrol. Had it been Hizashi, he wouldn’t have made it past the door. Don’t get him wrong, Hizashi is still Shouta’s closest friend, but neither of them would have lasted the period of time it took to properly unwrap, discard, disinfect, apply, and rewrap. It was probably because he knew you’d make it easier that Shouta let you stay. That was definitely it. And it was because he was comfortable around you that he gave you the second spare key to his room. That’s also why he let you detangle his hair while he slept and you finished grading papers under his kotatsu. You made him comfortable and he was grateful, that’s all. Had he ever done anything to pay you back? He was too young for his memory to fail him, so the answer was probably no.

That changed today.

Your shoulders shook more violently as time passed and it made Shouta realize how long he’d been lost in thoughts about you and that he was yet to actually help you. Trance now broken, he took a seat next to your trembling form and inhaled deeply before speaking. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” stupid stupid stupid stupid why was that the first thing to come out of your mouth what the fuck they’re gonna say no and never speak to you agai-

You looked up abruptly, startling Shouta the slightest bit. You looked… awful. He wasn’t going to sugar coat it. Dried tears left tracks down your cheeks and fresh, hot ones made new trails right through them. Your eyes were hesitant- glossy and unfocused, lips etched in a wobbly frown. Your nose was running and your brows were pinched. Maybe this was more than Shouta signed up for. Before he could back away or call Nemuri or Hizashi for help, you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. When your wet face buried into his shoulder, Shouta sighed once again. When he asked if he could touch you he really only expected to put a consoling hand on your shoulder. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around your frame as you shook.

You both sat like that for a short while. No words were exchanged. Just you clinging to the fabric of his clothes and him holding you in place. You counted the dull thudding of your heartbeat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you acknowledged that it was beating in time with Shouta’s. At the calming realization that you weren’t alone, your hiccups slowed and reduced to occasional sniffles. That was good. You began to pull away, wiping at your face. That was not good. Shouta’s mind came to a record scratching halt. Why exactly was it not good? Sure he enjoyed having you in his arms but- no. He was going to stop there. This was much too dangerous a thought path to be going down. He was only here to comfort you. Let’s get back to that. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shouta looked down at you, still somewhat curled into yourself. Curled into him.

You then sighed and straightened, “I don’t know what there is to talk about. I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s all just too much, I can’t catch a break,” your voice wobbled again for a moment and Shouta was afraid you’d cry again. You swallowed thickly before continuing.

“There’s too much going on and no time to address any of it. Things keep getting piled onto my plate, but I can’t sacrifice the rest of what has to be done. Crime is skyrocketing, we’re switching curriculums, I just got assigned to the Shie Hassaikai case, and my family is in town. On top of that, Hound Dog doesn’t have enough space in his schedule to accommodate the influx of students seeking help, so I’m the temporary counselor. I’m applying for grad school right now and once I start there’s no end in sight,” as you made yourself vulnerable in front of someone for the first time, your voice increased in pitch.

“Everyone is suffering and I feel like I’m the only one who can fix everything, but I can’t. And it frustrates me so much because I always fix everything, so there has to be something wrong with me if I can’t do it now. I’m tired, but I can’t be. I’m drowning but I have to make sure everyone else gets to shore first. I’m scared of letting everyone down.” There. It was all out. Your dirty laundry was out in the open. The words that hung heavy in the air brought clarity as they washed over Shouta like the eye drops you once had to force him to use. He watched in understanding as you sagged against the steps behind you.

Of course you felt like you couldn’t catch a break. You were doing everything for everyone all the time. Everyone could depend on you but who could you depend on? Shouta cursed himself internally for not picking up the signs earlier. He prides himself on his perceptiveness, but he couldn’t see that one of his closest companions was working themselves to the bone. He was doing a terrible job. But there would be time to berate himself later, you were his priority right now.

“There’s only so much one person can give. A well has no use when it’s run dry. It doesn’t make sense for you to do everything in the name of pleasing others. You’re entitled to being selfish. You can say no. Nobody will fault you for it. You are a good person regardless of whether or not you help whenever the opportunity arises. You’ve done more than enough to last several lifetimes. Everyone cannot rely on you all the time. You cannot shoulder everyone’s burdens. Don’t forget that you can ask for help too,” that was more than Shouta had said at once in at least a week. How special were you?

“Does that mean I’m allowed to rely on you?” you peeked at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to conceal… something. Was it hope? Relief? Admiration? Whatever it was, it made Shouta nervous. He looked away.

“Of course. We’re... coworkers. And you’ve always been helpful, it would be remiss of me not to return the favor,” his words left a soft smile on your face. He hadn’t done much, just told you what you needed to hear. You’d need time to internalize it, but you were already feeling more grounded. And this coworkers thing...

“Just coworkers? You don’t sound so sure,” you teased as the tell-tale glow of red eyes and floating hair from Shouta’s quirk accompanied a light dusting of red on the apples of his cheeks. 

He stood quickly, brushing the dirt from the stairs off of his pants, “Class starts in 10 minutes, you should get cleaned up.”

You chuckled (that was good) and stood beside him. Without a second thought, you grabbed his arm and began to walk in the direction of the faculty room. You didn’t teach during the first period of the day, but he still needed his folders.

“I will. I just wanted to escort my coworker to his classroom first,” you reply cheekily. The pep returned to your step and your heart felt lighter. The only evidence that you had been anything other than happy was the redness of your eyes and the wet splotches in Shouta’s shirt. It felt good to have someone to rely on so you let yourself indulge in the feeling a little longer. You leaned into him as you conversed about everything from lesson plans to the menu Lunch Rush posted for the day.

“That musical you like, In The Heights, they made it into a movie right?” Shouta blurted before he could stop himself. Stupid stupid stupid stupid-

“Yes, they did. Why?” you knew why. You could hardly conceal your smile.

“Would you like to see it this weekend? With me, I mean. We could get coffee after. You deserve the break. Or we could just grade papers because-”

“Because we’re just coworkers right?” you cut him off with a sly smirk as you came to a stop in front of the teacher’s lounge’s doors, “I’d love to. We’ll talk details later, yeah? Class starts in 2 minutes.”

“Okay,”

“Okay,” there was that hesitation in your eyes again. Before Shouta got the chance to analyze what it could have meant, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and turned on your heels. You were going to talk to Nezu about taking a break.

He couldn’t keep the small smile off his face if he tried.

— —

“-And I heard from Rokuda from 3-C who heard from Kobayashi from 3-E who was walking with Takane from 2-D that (y/n) kissed Aizawa in the hallways yesterday.”

“I heard it was a little more than that, I’m talking janitor’s closet” “No” “Don’t shoot the messenger. That’s what I heard from Tsukino from 2-B” “Oh my God”

As you slid the door open, Shouta in tow, you cocked a brow at the quick hushes and suspicious eye-contact from everyone in the room.

“Did I miss something?”

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bnha boys x poc!reader : Their favorite body part

A/N: Hey! I’m Em, and this is my first actual post on here. I’m still trying to figure out how this works so please stick with me lol. Also, please request! My request are open for literally anything and any character in BNHA.

Pairings: Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, Iida x gn!black!reader Pronouns: gender neutral WARNINGS: references some nsfw stuff, but no actual smut. Cursing.

Midoriya - thighs

Sure this boy may seem innocent, but when you're alone he's a little freaky. 

He loves your thicc thighs because they're soft and smooth and before you came along, he just never realized he was missing out on so much.

If you're insecure about your thighs, he will spend HOWEVER long it takes to show you that they are beautiful. 

If you're sitting on the couch, he'll lay his head in your lap. 

He loves to squeeze them and sometimes when you're out in public he'll put one of his hands on your thigh. 

He literally cannot keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

Bakugou - ass

Was this really a surprise though? 

He just strikes me as an ass man, don't get me wrong he likes tiddies too, but this boy LOVES your ass. 

It doesn't matter the size, big or little, he will always find a way to touch it.

If you're wearing jeans, he'll put a hand in your back pocket. 

If you're laying on your stomach, you best believe this boy will lay on that ass. 

When you hug, he'll be a little naughty bitch and give your ass a squeeze and then act like he didn't do anything when you send him a look. 

He'll always want you to sit on his lap too. 

When you throw that ass back at the club, you already know this fucker's gonna catch it ALL. 

He literally cannot get enough.

Sero - hands

He loves your hands. 

He loves how soft they are and he always wants to hold your hand. 

He can't get enough of looking at how perfectly your smaller hand fits into his. 

He loves pressing kisses to your hands and he absolutely loves it when your hands run through his hair.

He will always find a way to hold your hand. 

He will definitely always pay for your nails because he wants his baby to look good and feel good. 

He also loves watching your hands wrap around his di- umm but that's something for a different story.

Kirishima - hips

He absolutely LOVES your hips. 

He had never seen a girl with curves like yours, he fell in love with your body and after your first conversation he fell in love with your personality. 

He loves the way you look in skirts and shorts, but his favorite is the way your curves look when you were bodycons and tight dresses.

He loves to give you hugs from behind and wrap his hands around your waist. 

He will somehow find a way to always touch your hips. 

When you hug, hands on hips. 

When you kiss, his hands are on your hips. 

When you walk side by side, he'll slowly pull you closer and his hand will somehow end up on your hips. 

He 100% will grip those hips when y'all dance at the club. 

He loves to give you hickeys everywhere but you best believe that you'll find some on your hips the morning after.

Kaminari - tiddies

This boy lovessss tiddies, which isn't really surprising because he definitely seems like the type that would. 

He doesn't care if they're small or big, if you're insecure about them he will not stop talking and showing you how much he loves them until he convinces you that they are beautiful.

This motherfucker will have you sit on his lap and hug you and then put his head on your tiddies. 

When he hugs you from behind, he'll give them a squeeze and run away knowing you'll chase him and threaten to hit him. 

He won't learn though, because he will do it again a few minutes later.

When y'all are getting spicy, he'll definitely motorboat you and then ask to tiddiefuck.

Todoroki - legs

He loves those legs. 

As Meg said, "put them legs on his head, now he love tall women". You don't have to be tall though, but he can't stop looking at your legs, especially when you wear short skirts or short shorts. 

He loves how smooth they are. 

He will always find a way to make you put your legs on him. 

When you're on the couch, he'll move you so that your legs are on his lap.

When y'all train together, your hero outfit is basically a leotard (for a better range of motion), but he will literally get distracted because you look hot as fuck in that outfit. (as he should)

He loves when you wear heels too, because you look commanding and confident as fuck. 

During those spicy encounters, he definitely will put your legs on his shoulders and spend extra time kissing up your legs when he eats that wap.

Iida - lips

He loves everything about you, but his favorite physical thing is your lips.

The way your lips look heart shaped because of your defined cupid's bow really gets him going. 

He loves it when you smile, and when you talk he definitely zones out and watched your lips. 

You thought it was funny, and he blushed and denied it instantly, but you both knew the truth.

He also loves how soft they are. 

He will find any excuse to kiss you. 

Oh you got a question right when you were studying with him? kiss. 

You trained well together? kiss. 

You brought him food? kiss. 

Literally anything. 

He loves watching you put chapstick, lip gloss, and lipstick on. 

Like he will literally sit there and watch you. 

He also loves fucking your mouth, but we'll save that for later ;)

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C-Can I request a nsfw of Hawks and a thicc black fem!reader with an owl quirk (Barnyard owl because they’re so cute)? While Hawks has wings on his back, the reader flaps her arms to make her wings appear, she has doey owl eyes, and is nocturnal so he probably sees her while she was flying to her balcony during his patrol at night (assuming she was a monster before seeing her flap her wings to make her arms normal). He falls for her cuz they relate to bird stuff, he likes how calm she is with how much of a bookworm she is (since owls are seen as symbols of wisdom), and he’s atttacted to her beauty. The nsfw comes in because birdman wants to court her and be intimate with her after getting closer to her after a few months.

(I’m so sorry for being so long and descriptive on this, you can ignore it if you want 😭)

“I Told You the Water Would Get Cold” - Hawks

So this took much longer than I had originally planned for, mainly because I haven’t written smut in a while and also because I wasn’t happy with it. So I rewrote it about 5 times, until I got this! I’m really happy with what I’ve written and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕🥺

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: NSFW (I’ll flag when it starts), oral sex (make receiving), fingering, penetration, swearing, part of it happens in the shower

The Pro-Hero was bored. It was a Tuesday night, and not much was happening, at least in terms of villains. Hawks watched the orange fade from the sky and turn dark from atop the building he had been sitting on.

He absent-mindedly watched the civilians rush home after being let off from their jobs as some walked down the streets heading towards work, most likely working the nightshift. A few people pointed towards him, though he didn’t care enough to detach a feather and hear what they had been saying.

That was until his attention was taken by the sound of flapping. He turned his head, his golden eyes catching a flash of white before it disappeared just as quickly as it came. “Oh come on, not another one of those freaky nomus.” He grumbled to himself as he pushed up off of the building and flew in the direction he had seen the streak of white go in.

He paused, landing on a nearby building when he saw the creature land on a balcony before flapping again and the large white wings disappeared replaced by brown arms.

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes to get a better look at the thing, which he now saw was a woman. He had never seen her before, though if he had, he knew he would’ve remembered her.

From what little he saw he could already tell that she was beautiful. Her skin was dark and it seemed to shine just perfectly in the moonlight. Her hair was dark and coily and reached her middle back.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to see much of her face, only her full lips that were shaped like a heart and her button nose. He had never thought a nose was cute before...it was a nose after all, but on her it was.

He found himself returning the next morning, taking a perch on the building just opposite the terrace she had been on the night before. He frowned seeing the dark curtains drawn over every window, disappointed he had not seen the beauty once again.

The next week he returned, taking up his spot on the opposite building. The sun had set half an hour before and the moon had risen. His eyes quickly traveled to the balcony from where he had been glancing at the stars when he saw the faintest movement behind the heavy dark curtains.

He watched as she pulled the curtains back, revealing her standing there, arms outstretched as she held the curtains back and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. The pro-hero took it as his chance to really look at her.

It wasn’t hard for him, with his sharp eyesight and all. She was wearing a pair of tiny black shorts and a yellow t-shirt with an anime graphic on it. The yellow contrasting against her dark skin perfectly. His golden eyes lingered on her legs, more specifically her thighs. They were shaped just perfectly and he couldn’t help but imagine what lucky bastard got to take a place between them.

His eyes traveled back up, stopping at her face once again. He froze when his golden eyes met her large brown ones. He had never seen eyes like hers. They held such an innocent gaze, but the small smirk she wore on her lips told him otherwise.

The girl had seen him, clearly, and yet she didn’t mind his gaze. She all but ignored it as she stepped back from the window and walked farther into the room, towards the bookshelf before grabbing something and flopping back down onto her bed.

His eyes narrowed at the position she had put herself in, purposely laying on her stomach so that he had gotten a full view of her ass and thighs. But what he didn’t know was that she was watching him through the mirror that hung in her room. She smirked seeing the interest that sparked behind his golden orbs, a slight look of pain in them. Probably because he doesn’t like being teased. She thought, another smile on her lips. She always had found it fun to tease. It was easy to weed out the less intelligent guys that way, and she had found herself taking an interest in the intense golden eyes of the man perched atop the building across the street.

She decided to get up from her bed after some time, opening the terrace doors to see what he would do, if he was even still there.

She locked eyes with him as she pushed them open, before smiling and stepping back inside, taking a seat on her bed. For a small moment, she grew concerned that he hadn’t understood her intentions until a gust of wind blew and the sounds of boots against the metal material of the terrace signaled that he had understood.

She sat cross legged on her bed, her chin balancing on her hand as she stared at him with her big brown eyes, watching as he stepped closer.

“I saw you watching me.” She stated, her voice breaking the silence and catching Hawks by surprise. Her voice was raspier and slightly lower than he had originally imagined it to be, but yet it fit her nonetheless.

“What’s your quirk?” He questioned, leaning against the doorway. He watched as her eyes raked over his appearance. He wondered if she found it attractive. She did.

Her lips gave a faint smile as she seemed to think of an appropriate response. “Barn Owl.” She stated simply, her voice velvety as she saw his eyes light up in interest.

“Wings?” He asked, watching as she stood up and walked over to him. She was slightly shorter than him and he found it cute.

“Not like yours.” Came her soft reply as she ran a hand along part of his red appendages. He had to stop himself from visibly shivering, though he wouldn’t have minded if she did that again. The crimson colored wings stopped their fluttering as soon as her hand made contact, the feathers going rigid. She pulled her hand away, watching as the wings began fluttering again, the feathers no longer rigid.

“No?” He questioned, noticing they had gotten significantly closer. He could see the soft shine of her lip gloss on her lips and he wondered what they tasted like.

“See.” She said as she stepped back and flapped her arms, her wings appearing where her arms had once been. He had never seen that before, then again he hadn’t really seen a quirk like hers before. She flapped them again and her arms appeared as her wings disappeared.

“I’ve never seen that before.”

“I’ve never seen you before.” She stated, looking curiously up at him.

“I’m Takami Keigo...Pro-Hero Hawks.” He stated, her wings fluttering behind him and his chest puffing slightly in pride.

“Mmm.” She nodded, looking at him with a small smile.

“And what should I call you? Beautiful?” He teased as her smile widened.

“That would work.” She teased back, sitting back on her bed as she gestured towards the chair in her room and the pro-hero sat. “Though, (y/n) would work fine.” She added.

“You like reading?” He questioned, eyeing the bookshelves that lined one of the walls.

“Where’d you get that idea?” She joked as he chuckled. “I find that characters are better than most people...and besides, it’s like escapism.”

The pair talked for some time, a few hours passing before the conversation began to wind down. She had never met anyone like him before, and he had never met anyone like her.

He left, promising to return the next night, and he did. The next night then turned into almost every night and that soon rolled around to months, though Keigo still couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t seen her anywhere except when he went to her at night. He didn’t mind much, just happy that the girl seemed to be just as attracted to him as he was to her.

The sun was setting, casting warm rays into the dimly lit room through the open balcony doors before the rays slipped away, replaced by the moon, sitting full and high in the sky. The dark skinned girl walked around her room, tidying it before deciding to take a shower.

Grabbing a fluffy white towel from her linen closet along with her change of clothes, she made her way to the bathroom that connected to her room. Setting her things to the side, she turned the chrome faucet, watching the cold water come rushing out of the rain shower head. Turning back towards the vanity, she unlocked her phone, synching it to the speakers that were built into the shower and clicking on the playlist titled Literally THE BEST songs ever.

The shower was large, taking up a significant portion of the wall, a built-in bench along the wall had her shampoos and conditioners to one side, her body washes placed on the other. The water turned hot and steam began to fill the room, the mirrors growing foggy. She left the door open, to let the steam out as she turned the shower light on, leaving the other bathroom lights off. It wasn’t like she needed them anyway, she could see perfectly fine without any light, part of the perks of her owl quirk.

Stripping from her pyjamas as the trumpet sounds at the beginning of Slow Down by Chase Atlantic began to fill the room. She stepped into the shower, standing under the stream of hot water, feeling it run down her body, the girl letting out a sigh as the heat relaxed her tense muscles.

“Tell me what it is you wanna know,” She sang along lowly, grabbing her shampoo from the bench and squeezing some into her hands. “Finish up the bottle then we’ll go, Babe.” She glanced down frowning as she tried to squirt more of the light colored and glistening shampoo into her hand, though the bottle seemed to be almost empty. How fitting. She thought to herself bitterly.

She washed her hair, singing along and dancing to the beat as she made sure her hair was creating a good amount of suds, showing her that it was finally clean. She rinsed it out, grabbing the matching conditioner and putting it into her hair, combing it through to detangle her curls as she let it sit for a minute, jamming to the next song before rinsing it out.

The red winged pro-hero had finished his patrol earlier than usual that night, deciding to head to (y/n)’s apartment instead of just going to his own home. The balcony doors were already open, as he landed the boots he was wearing softly thudding against the metal balcony before he stepped into her apartment.

He stepped in, finding her bedroom empty. Keigo was about to call for her, before he paused hearing the sounds of a song mixing with the sounds of the shower water hitting the tiles. “Kei?” He heard her voice call, catching him off guard, as he was too focused on trying to figure out what song was playing.

“(y/n)? Are you in the shower?” He called back, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he heard her mumble a curse and the sound of a bottle falling.

“Yeah...but…” She paused, the commotion going quiet, the only sound was the song playing in the background. “...you can come in if you want? You’re still gonna stay over, right?” She said unsurely. She had said it softly, and if it hadn’t been for his specialized hearing, he was sure he would’ve missed it.

“Yeah...yeah...but...Y-you want me to…”

“If you want to, I know we haven’t really done a-” She started to ramble, stopping mid-sentence when he appeared in the bathroom, already half naked. It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen each other’s bodies before, they had made out, and a few times it had turned into more; but they hadn’t actually done the whole penetration thing yet. Though they both weren’t virgins, by any means.

“Well, that was quick.” The owl girl mumbled, with a small laugh as she pulled Hawk’s into the shower by his hand. She turned, facing him as his hair quickly got wet. He put one of his hands on her hip, the other going through his own hair to push it out of his face. “Hi.” (y/n) said softly, looking into his golden eyes before they trailed down to look at his muscular chest.

“Hi.” He replied back, watching her big eyes snap back up to his face before she stepped closer to him, her hands going to his shoulders as he pulled her closer by her hips. Her hands went into his soft blonde hair, pulling a soft groan from his lips at the feeling.

He easily brought her into his muscular arms, moving so that her back was against the cold shower tile. Her back arched at the feeling, her chest rubbing against his before she settled back against it, getting used to the feeling. “Keigo, can I wash your hair?” She questioned, causing the male to blink a few times before nodding as she smiled widely, stepping back from him and grabbing the shampoo, returning to his embrace.

“Why that one? It smells girly…” He protested as she rolled her eyes, pushing him down so that he was sitting on the bench, allowing her to have full access to his blonde locks. She stood in between his legs, as his hands ran up and down her sides.

“No, I’m not washing your hair with some 3-in-1 bullshit.” She said, squeezing the bottle and putting some shampoo in his hair. She messaged it into his scalp, pulling small groans from him from time to time.

“That feels nice.” He hummed, his eyes closing momentarily before his hands found her ass and squeezed it teasingly.

“Keigo!” She laughed, hitting his shoulder playfully. “We can do that later.”

“How can you expect me to focus on anything else when you’re standing in front of me like that?” He pouted, using puppy eyes which usually worked on her.

“After I finish.” Came her response after a moment.

“Ugh...fine.” He rolled his eyes, his lips frowning before he turned so that his eyes were now focused on her chest. He bit his bottom lip, knowing that she would probably hit him again if he tried something else. He groaned at the thought. How could (y/n) tease him like that?

She rinsed the shampoo out of his hair before adding conditioner. After a few minutes and Hawks complaining childishly about how long her entire process was, she rinsed out the conditioner and that was all Hawks needed before he deemed she had done enough.

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He pulled her hand, trying to get her to sit on his lap but she simply smiled innocently at him, uttering an “oops” as she bent over right in front of him, ‘accidentally’ dropping the soap she had been going to put on the ledge.

He let out a growl at her teasing. “What are you doing, Baby bird?” He questioned, showing surprising restraint as she came back over to him. Though his quick actions showed anything but. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.

He leaned closer to her stopping a mere few inches from her waiting lips, a smirk taking over his lips seeing the neediness pool in her chocolate colored orbs. Her heartbeat increased until she could practically hear it in her ears, his wings looming over them before she let out a small breath, gathering the courage to pull him closer and connect their lips.

He would never get over kissing her soft lips, loving the feeling of warmth that came with it. He couldn’t help the way his own heartbeat thundered in his ears, just thinking about her lips and her perfect body.

His fingertips sliding down her sides before stopping and squeezing at her thighs that were wrapped around him, eliciting a small gasp from her, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, her vanilla smelling body wash filling his nose.

The girl was too distracted from kissing to realize that her hands had slid down his back and up to his wings, her fingertips ghosting over the crimson feathers causing the man to groan, his body shuddering involuntarily. (y/n) pulled away from the heated kiss, laughing lightly at his reaction to having his wings touched.

“Yeah, haha.” He said sarcastically, before his golden eyes glinted and he grinded her hips into his own, a small grunt coming from his throat at the feeling of her arousal so close to his already hard cock.

“Keigo!” (y/n) choked out, the sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, her eyes darkening as she looked down at where their hips met.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He mumbled, his yellow irises holding an almost animalistic glint in them as he watched her hips grind harder against him, her hands grasping at his shoulders to hold herself steady. “You’re that horny for me?” He asked, though it wasn’t a question he expected her to answer. “Gonna ride my thigh like that?” She whimpered at the rough edge in his voice. He grinned watching her continue what she was doing, grabbing her hips after a moment and holding them in place, causing her eyebrows to furrow as she looked at why he had made her stop.

“Keigo...why?” (y/n) pleaded. “Please do something.”

“So needy.” He mumbled against her neck before, he let out a shaky breath. “The water’s gonna get cold.”

“Please?” She begged, biting her lip as she slid off of his lap and sunk in between his legs, his golden eyes darkening to a butterscotch color as he understood what she was about to do. He looked conflicted over what to do, but the look dissipated at her next words. “I’ll be quick…” (y/n) added, rising to press a chaste kiss to his lips before returning to her knees. She took his shaft into her hands, running her tongue lightly over the tip while her large eyes kept his own hooded gaze. She repeated the action a few times, running her tongue along the underside of him, before pulling back and biting her lip, a small smile on her face.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He stated breathlessly, his mouth opening slightly as she spit on his hard cock, swirling her tongue around before finally taking the head in her mouth. “Fuck.” He breathed out, the words coming out airly and soft as one of his hands tangled into her hair, the other gripping onto the bench.

(y/n) opened her mouth a little wider before taking him into her mouth a little deeper, humming at the sensation, a moan bubbling from Keigo’s mouth at the feeling, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her. “Fuck, you take me so well, Baby Bird.”

Hallowing her cheeks, he groaned at the increased pressure on his cock, her hand wrapping around what she couldn’t fit, her wrist circling. His tip hit against the back of her throat, a moan coming from both of them, the girl enjoying the way her winged boyfriend seemed to be losing control and she was the cause of it.

As she moved up and down his shaft, he used his hand in her hair to move her along, trying his best to remember to not shove her down on his thick cock. His wings, seemingly matching his shaft, were erect behind him, the feathers stiff and rigid as a shiver ran up his spine, moans and grunts flowing from his mouth. His hand on her head forced her to increase the speed at which she had been bobbing her head, allowing Keigo to get closer and closer to his release.

“Fuck (y/n), I’m gonna cum.” He grunted as she hummed around him, letting him know that she knew. It only took a few moments before she felt him twitch in her mouth, her hand ghosting over his balls as he shot his hot load into her wet mouth with a loud moan of, “Fuck! Cumming!”.

She pulled back, swallowing it all as she released him with an audible popping sound, licking his tip one more time teasingly as she sat back on her heels. “You’re so good at that, Baby.” He cooed, pulling her up and onto his lap as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, tasting himself on her. He pulled back, but only enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes, a naughty smirk growing on his face as she shifted in his lap. “Are you that wet, or is that the shower?” He teased, already knowing the answer before he had even asked her.

“It’s because of you, Birdbrain.” She replied teasingly.

“Birdbrain? Don’t be mean.” He teased back before swiping a finger over her wet core, soliciting a mewl from her throat and a buck of her hips. “Now what do you say?”

“Please Keigo...fuck I’m sorry.” She admitted quickly, her tone dripping with need. “Ah, yes…” She moaned in his ear as he inserted two fingers into (y/n), his thumb lazily playing with her aching clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” Hawks screamed as the hot water quickly shifted to a frigid stream, completely bypassing the lukewarm water that acted as a warning. The ice cold water rained down on him as he held the owl girl up, her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, as he moved to turn off the shower.

The chilled stream turned off, the pair laughing as Keigo moved his fingers slightly, changing the laugh to a moan. “See I told you. The shower is probably the worst place to fuck.” He mumbled, his tone annoyed as she continued to laugh against him. “I should punish you for that.” He said, carrying the girl to her room and placing her onto the bed before hovering over her and roughly moving his fingers in and out.

His hawk like gaze watched her face, loving the way it would contort in pleasure when he inserted them far enough. “You’re so tight around my fingers.” He said, more to himself, but his words caused (y/n)’s walls to tighten around his digits. Her thick thighs tried to close, shielding her pussy from him. “Oh no you don’t, little owl.” His tone was mocking as he pushed her legs apart, placing his body in a way so she couldn’t close them again. His free hand rubbed at one of her thighs, squeezing it as her moans and the sounds of his fingers entering in and out of her, covered in her slick, filled the room.

“You gonna cum for me?” He questioned, watching her face as one of her hands gripped at the bedsheets, her other grasping at his shoulder as her nails pressed into his flesh slightly.

“Ah, fuck….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum!” She repeated the words with a nod of her head before her legs shook and her hot juices flowed from her quivering hole, his fingers covered in her cum. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking her juices from them before he smiled at her.

“Tasty.” Came his cringey reply, right after saying it his laugh filled the room as she let out an annoyed huff, coming down from her high.

“Can you shut the fuck up, Hawks.” She giggled before he chuckled again, though his eyes darkened and the laughter dissipated, his body already lining his already hard cock up with her still sensitive hole. He ran the tip over her cunt, a moan coming from her as she gripped the sheets harder. He thrust into her easily, her first orgasm making her ultra sensitive.

He sunk into her slowly, her sputtering walls squeezing him tightly as he dropped his head hovering over her smaller frame, moaning into her ear.

“Shit, you’re so big.” She said airly, causing Hawks to smirk.

“Oh, I know.” He said cockily. The black girl rolled her brown eyes, reaching up and pulling at his wing before flashing a look at her partner. “Ah, shit...okay…” He groaned in pleasure, stopping his movements once he was all the way in, their hips meeting. His golden eyes looking over her face that was screwed up in pain at how much his large size was stretching her. He pressed soft kisses to her face and neck before nipping at her collarbones, leaving marks that were just slightly darker than her already dark skin. “Can I move, Baby? It’ll feel better when I start moving, Love.” He told her softly as she opened her eyes, a few unshed tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah.” She hissed out as his hips began to rock against her slowly. Her hands wrapped around his back, her nails scratching at his shoulder and back as she tried to find something to steady herself. He hadn’t been wrong, after a few slow thrusts the pain had all but gone and was replaced with pleasure.

Instead of her face being contorted with pain, she wore a blissed out expression, her mouth falling open as moans tumbled out. (Y/n) arched her back, her hips moving in time with his as he seemed to find a way to hit even deeper, his thick length brushing against her g-spot each time. Her moans grew significantly louder as her grip on his tightened. “There?” Hawks questioned, starting to get wrapped up in the feeling of her warm walls squeezing him.

“There...fuck….right there!” She cried out as he nodded, his hips pistoning to hit that spot repeatedly. “Oh God yes….fuck Keigo!”

“Say my name Baby Bird.” He cooed in her ear, his voice breaking as he grunted, moving her leg and holding it up as he hit deeper into her. “Say it again. Let everyone know who fucks you this good.”

“Keigo! You do! You do!” She cried out, tears running down her face as the feeling became too overwhelming. Her legs squeezed around him, managing to push him even further as his thrusts grew sloppy, a sure sign he was coming towards his own climax.

“You gonna cum again for me, (y/n)?” He groaned into her ear as she cried out.

“Keigo! Fuck!” She screamed as her walls clamped down around him, milking his cock for everything it could give her. Her orgasm sent shockwaves through her body, the muscles tightening and her mouth falling open as her eyes shut tightly and her back arched. Hawks’ released inside her, thick white streams flowing from his cock, his own muscles tightening and wings taunt.

He slid out of her after the pair caught their breath, Hawks’ wings practically deflating as his muscles relaxed and he laid to the side of (y/n), her legs still twitching as some of their mixed juices trailed from her hole, her abused clit practically convulsing.

“(y/n)?” Hawks questioned, causing the tired girl to turn her head and look over at him. Her big dark eyes were half lidded still and the black pupils still blown as her chest moved and down quickly.

“Mmhmm?” (y/n) questioned, turning her sore body to lay on the pro-hero’s heaving chest.

“Love you.” He told her, pressing a kiss on her forehead, his chest vibrating. Hawks had always done that when they cuddled, the sound was soothing and (y/n) wasn’t necessarily sure if he knew he did that.

“Love you too.” She replied, her voice raspy and tired from their previous events.

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AAAA IM SO GLAD I FOUND ANOTHER POC CREATER!! I read one of your imagines and I'm in love skcnsn- Now. For my ask- Can i have Iida or Baku x a chubby mixed girl 👉🏽👈🏽 Which ever you like writing for the most hun! I don't care if its sfe or nsfw- I just want my men 🙄🤚🏽 thank youuuu! 😚🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“A Mini Tenya!”

Soooo I decided to write this because Iida would literally be the best dad and omg the thought of Iida taking care of a child literally makes my heart gush.

Pairing: aged up! Iida x black!fem! Reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: cursing (bc of boom boom boy), fluff

ALSO...

Thank you so much for requesting and for the sweet message! It means a lot 😊 also I decided to write for iida bc I haven’t written for him much, hope that’s okay!

I also want to take a small amount of time to address a few things that I’ve been seeing recently on a few posts and on tiktok. Apparently some people are trying to say that Iida and Bakugou wouldn’t have a poc (more specifically black s/o) and that they would say the n word. Bruh...what the hell? Lmaoo. So to those people who think that, y’all can fight me bc they aren’t insensitive boys and they definitely would have a black girl/boy/enby s/o bc i say so and they just have that EnErGy. DO NOT RUIN COMFORT CHARACTERS FOR PEOPLE PLEASE. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk....

CHILE ANYWAYS....on with it

Tenya sat on the large grey couch in the living room of your new home. The television was turned on to the news station, the volume down to almost silent as he looked from the television screen where a story about Midoriya was playing down to the small white blanket that sat in his arms. Tenya smiled, carefully running a finger over one of the baby’s soft tan chubby cheeks as the little one let out a small gurgle, moving closer to his father’s touch. His usually serious gaze then turned to look at you, as you snuggled into his side the both of you watching your tiny baby sleep. You were in one of Tenya’s large sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, the warmth and the faint smell of his cologne were comforting. 

It had been two weeks since you had given birth to your baby, a son you decided to name Tenzen. When you had told your husband that you wanted to use the first syllable of his name for your son’s, he almost started crying out of pride. And now he couldn’t wait to show you both off to his friends, unbelievably proud of you for your strength and for bringing your son into the world. The small baby began growing fussy, opening his eyes to reveal dark blueish grey eyes, just like his father’s. “Don’t cry Tenzen-kun. What’s wrong?” Iida asked softly, his eyes quickly searching over the baby to analyze the problem. “Are you hungry?”

“He can’t be yet, he ate like 15 minutes ago.” You added, “maybe he needs to be changed?” Tenya lifted the small baby, his face quickly morphing into a frown. 

“He needs to be changed.” Iida agreed. “I’ll take care of it.” You let out a sigh, even though it had been two weeks, your body was still tired and you couldn’t help but love how hands on your husband was because it gave you time to rest. 

“I’m going to jump in the shower.” You said, passing the nursery on your way to your master bedroom to freshen up before your friends came over. After your shower, you pulled on a simple long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of leggings stopping to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Your body had changed some since you had been a student at UA and even since before you had had your son. Though you had never been a stick, at least that’s what Tenya called it, you hadn’t really been self conscious about it until now. Though Tenya constantly told you that you were beautiful and he didn’t want a twig for a wife. Sometimes he would absentmindedly trace your stretch marks as if they were tattoos, telling you that he loved each and every single of them because they made you you. You stepped away from the mirror, reminding yourself that you were a BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK WOMAN and a queen and anyone who said otherwise was stupid as fuck,  before returning back to the living room. 

“I hope you continue to be a good boy for your mother. She’s an amazing woman, you know. She’s one of the kindest and strongest people I know, you and I both got very lucky and she’s obviously the most beautiful woman, I’ve ever met. I hope your personality is like hers.” You stopped in the hallway, hearing Tenya talk to your son. “Anyways, a lot of people are very excited to meet you, Tenzen, that’s why I put you in your favorite outfit.” He said. You knew that the supposed ‘favorite outfit’ was actually a black baby onesie with a cartoon Ingenium on the front, you had gotten it as a joke...apparently not so much of a joke anymore.  You walked into the room from your spot in the hallway as the doorbell rang, Iida handing you your son who made little gurgling and cooing noises as he latched onto one of your fingers with one of his tiny hands. 

“Tenya! (y/n)! You had the baby!” Mina rushed in excitedly, Bakugou, Denki, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsuyu, and Uraraka walked in afterwards, Jirou being out of town visiting some relatives. After you had transferred to UA in 2nd year, you had been accepted into the Bakusquad while he had been in the Dekusquad. 

“Hey Mina.” You smiled widely, happy to see your friends as Tenzen started to grow fussy at the loud noise, standing up to hug one of your best friends as the baby gave her a judgemental stare. 

“He’s so cute!” Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu cooed as they gathered around, eager to watch the little baby in your arms. 

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked as they all nodded quickly. You laughed, passing Tenzen to Mina as everyone sat around the room, talking and laughing. 

“He doesn’t even look like you, Dumbass.” Bakugou remarked, holding the little boy, hiding his smile as your son grabbed his finger. “Tch, he’s cute or whatever.” Bakugou admitted before passing him to Kirishima and Denki, a proud smile on both you and Tenya’s faces. 

Bakugou hadn’t been wrong. Your son had gotten most of his looks from his father, sharing the same eye color and shape and same smile among other things. While he had gotten his lips and hair type from you. His skin  tone was a shade or two lighter than yours and his hair was one shade of blue lighter than his father’s.

“He obviously likes me the most. I’m his favorite uncle, I already know it.” Kirishima beamed watching as the little baby seemed to smile up at him. 

“That’s fucking dumb and you know it, Shitty hair. It’s obvious it isn’t any of you.” Bakugou replied, rolling his crimson eyes and eyeing the baby. He didn’t mind holding your son, Hope he isn’t as much of a narc as his dad. Bakugou thought.

“Watch your language in front of my son!” Iida scolded, shooting an icy glare at the hothead who simply tched. 

You laughed observing everyone from where you sat, happy that your best friends had met your little boy and he hadn’t peed or thrown up on them...yet.

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HOT TOMALES! I just got a great idea for a request! Bakugo, Fatgum, Sero, and Hawks hcs of them with a black!fem!s/o but she has a Galaxy quirk. It gives her purple blue eyes with stars and constellation pupils that changes when she blinks, she blushes stardust and mini stars, has sparkly tears, and her quirk allows her to use black holes, comet like projectiles, and she can make mini stars and planets appear from her energy along with spreading stars and constellation like freckles all over her body. (I saw these gorgeous art designs and I couldn’t help myself. I do not own the art, they are just inspiration to me for this request 😭✨)

“She’s Out of This World” - Headcannons

Pairings: bakugou, fatgum, sero, and hawks x black!fem! reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: none...besides a few curse words (cough...bakugou...cough)

Thanks for another great request <3

He definitely was NOT looking forward to the new foreign student joining the class when Aizawa first announced it

But then you stepped through the oversized doorway and he very obviously did a double take

Bakubitch was seeing stars...literally...you were flustered and blushing stardust

Bakugou thought that you were hot and your quirk was cool...though he would NOT admit it

He was definitely overly aggressive towards you when you met each other because bby boi didn’t know how to express his feelings

Hi crush grew when he saw you wouldn’t take his shit and you talked back...(he thought that was hot as fuck)

“Hey (y/n)-chan?” Midoriya asked from his seat, his half burnt journal out as he held a pen in his hand. His green eyes were wide as he looked you over before scribbling things down

Bakugou wasn’t saying anything and was pretending to be on his phone but he would look up every so often to see if you found Deku as annoying as he did

He was kinda bummed when he saw you didn’t

“What’s up Midoriya?” You asked back as Midoriya looked back up at you, loosing his train of thought when he saw the constellations in your eyes change and shooting stars in the purple-blue orbs when you blinked or got excited.

“C-can you make stars and planets and stuff?” He asked after a pause. This caught the explosive blonde’s attention as he watched you smile and nod.

“Yeah...do you want me to do it now?” Everyone nodded in response to your question, their eyes now focusing on you.

A mini galaxy began to appear above your hands, a small smile on your face as you looked at everyone’s excited and impressed faces.

“Woah! You’re really hot!” Mineta said, catching you off guard as your eyes widened and you cheeks became covered in stardust, a shooting star appearing above your head.

“T-thanks.” You grew even more flustered as some of the other boys agreed

Bakugou glared daggers at Mineta for breathing near you, so the fact that he talked to you was pissing him off even more

Mineta’s ass got BEAT after school and the next day Mineta wouldn’t even look at you

You caught the satisfied smirk on Bakugou’s face that he tried to hide when he saw Mineta practically piss his pants

“You know you could just talk to me...” You said from your seat behind Bakugou with a small laugh as Bakugou tried to hide his quickly reddening cheeks

He LOVES to talk about you and show you off, even if not a lot of people get to see you together because y’all are pro-heros

Will definitely talk everyone’s ears off when given the chance about how cool your galaxy quirk is and how strong and powerful you are to the point where some of his friends are convinced you aren’t real because they haven’t seen you together

No one questions him anymore after you joined him and his two interns on patrol when they spotted you after you had just finished your own patrol

“Excuse me.” You looked down when you felt a small tug at your belt, seeing a little girl with pigtails and warm brown eyes.

“Hi sweetheart.” You smiled widely at the girl as you kneeled to her level, noticing the doll of you in her arms and the small stars that were drawn on her cheeks.

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up! I already told my mommy!” The little girl told you excitedly as a woman who looks like the older version of the little girl in front of you smiles at you with a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I think you’ll make a great hero one day.” You told her as her eyes seemed to shine in adoration. Her little hand touched the stars on your cheek as she mumbled about how pretty it was.

“Thank you.” You laughed lightly as the little girl blushed.

“I can make sunlight!” She explained after a moment, excitedly showing you her hands that formed the little ball of light.

“Watch this.” You smiled, putting your hands around hers as you made tiny planets and a mini galaxy around her little ball of light that looked like a sun.

“Woah!” The little girl excitedly jumped up and down before hugging you as her mother thanked you before the pair walked off. You stood turning when you felt eyes on you.

It was your boyfriend, Toyomitsu and his two interns who had been watching the little exchange with small smiles.

“Are these your interns!” You asked him excitedly as you pulled at his large hand, eyeing the two teenagers.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded proudly. “Isn’t she out of this world?” He asked to the boys with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, but let out a small laugh. 

“Do you want to join us?”

“Of course! Toyomitsu literally doesn’t stop talking about you two! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Really? He hasn’t stopped talking about you either.” Kirishima said as your starry purple and blue eyes looked from the redhead to your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He just smiled at you, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he shrugged.

Flex tape is super into you from the moment he saw you, but he was too nervous to say anything to you in the beginning

He was convinced you would go for someone like him (which is stupid bc he’s so cute)...he was obviously wrong

Both you and Sero’s quirks have pretty practical applications, especially when you generated small suns and moons as light sources

The first time you generated a black hole kinda scared him tho...even if it was a small one

Once you convinced him that you had complete control over the black hole, he wasn’t so nervous about it anymore.

Definitely takes advantage of the black hole creation ability of your quirk now too

“Hey (y/n) can you come over?” Your boyfriend called you. This made you nervous because you thought something bad could’ve happened...like that one time Sero had accidentally gotten his tape stuck in a fan while it was accidentally stuck in his hair

“What happened? Did you start a fire? Was Denki involved? Is there another fan, because I can go get my scissors again!” You said quickly as you stood at his door in the dorms. 

You had rushed there so it had only taken you a moment to get there after he had hung up.

“Nope...no fire, Kaminari wasn’t involved, and there isn’t another fan incident...but I kinda broke the vacuum cleaner and there’s glitter all over my room.”

“Why is there glitter everywhere?” You looked from the mess all on the floor to your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly at you.

“Well, Kaminari thought it would be fun to do a prank...and the test kinda backfired...”

“I thought you said Kaminari wasn’t involved?”

“Uh-” He stopped when you held your hand up with a sigh.

“What am I supposed to do about this Hanta?”

“I was thinking that maybe you could use a black hole...since it’s kinda like a vacuum?”

“Fine.” You sighed after a pause in conversation, nodding once before you made a small black hole appear in your hand. Pointing it towards the floor you sucked up all of the glitter before making the black hole disappear again.

“I knew it would be faster than a vacuum!” Sero told you as he hugged and thanked you.

“Don’t be so messy next time...and maybe stay away from the glitter.” You laughed.

Keigo was kind of caught off guard when he first saw you.

He originally thought your quirk had just changed your appearance and that it was only creating stars, well until one day...

You see, the pair of you had moved in together and had also gotten a dog because why the hell not?

Anyways Keigo was supposed to be getting home any moment from patrol and since you had been off that day, you stayed home with your dog

“Did you have to ruin your toys so quickly? We just brought you this ball.” You complained to the small rambunctious animal who simple stared up at you with big brown eyes and a wag of its tail.

“Alright, let’s try this then.” You said after thinking for a moment. You created a small planet before throwing it down the hall. If your dog broke it, you could simply make a new one and it wouldn’t be a waste of money.

The dog happily chased after it before appearing a moment later with the small blue planet in its mouth. It put the sphere down at your feet, looking up at you and waiting for you to throw it again.

The door opened as you threw it down the hall again, Keigo walking into the house after just getting off. 

He set his goggles on the table by the door along with his special headphones, taking his gloves and jacket off at the door.

“I’m home, Birdie.” He called out as your dog ran towards him and dropped the strange new ball that he didn’t remember getting at his feet.

“I’m in here.”

“Weird.” The pro-hero mumbled before tossing the ball again and walking towards where your voice had come from.

“How was patrol?” You asked as your dog appeared again, the broken planet in front of him on the ground at your feet.

“It was fine...nothing major.” He answered simply, watching as you sighed giving a look to your dog before putting your hands together and making another small sphere, this time a purple color.

“Try not to break it so quickly this time.” You told the dog before tossing it.

“What was that?” He questioned as you looked at him confused. “When you put your hands together?” He clarified.

“Oh...did I forget to tell you? He broke his new ball, so I created a planet for him. I just figured it would be easier than buying him another toy that he’ll just end up destroying.” You shrugged.

“You can make planets?”

“Among other things.” You laughed softly at the surprised face he made. “I thought I told you.”

“No...but that’s cool as hell! What else can you do?” He asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he laid his head in your lap as you both sat on the couch with you explaining your quirk in depth.

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt. 

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens. 

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

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𓂀 PART I  𓂀 PART II 𓂀 

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home. 

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people. 

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler. 

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her. 

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded. 

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room. 

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in. 

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.” 

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room. 

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow. 

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl. 

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son. 

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part II

Part II: I Want a Rematch

Pairings: pharaoh! god! Bakugou x warrior! queen! Reader Warnings: none Description: xxxxx

*Extra Info: I’ve taken creative liberties in this, meaning I know that some/most of it will not be historically accurate

𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀 PART III 𓂀

"Katsuki?” (Y/n) broke the silence between the pair, the girl having been moved into the newly renovated quarters and from her old bedroom where she was placed when she first arrived.  

“What?” The blonde questioned, glancing at the girl from where he sat in his chair quietly reading some book that didn’t interest the girl.

“Your father and mine drafted our marriage agreement two days ago.”

“So?”

“We’ve been married for the past two days then, right?” (y/n) questioned looking at the art on the wall. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at the girl, letting out a sigh before he shrugged. 

“Why do you care?”

“It was a question. Can you relax?” The black girl momentarily glared at the blonde before rolling her golden eyes in annoyance. 

“Don’t tell me what to do if I can’t tell you what to do.” Katsuki remarked before flipping the page and continuing to read. 

“Do you plan to entertain consorts?” The girl questioned, her golden eyes boring into his crimson ones.

“I don’t know.” He stated simply, only pausing a moment later to look up at the girl with narrowed eyes. “Do you plan to entertain other men?”

“I don’t know.” She responded sarcastically, flashing him a smile as a frown appeared on his face. 

“That’s not an adequate answer (y/n). Do you plan to entertain other men?” He repeated it slower this time, the book long forgotten and set to the side, his full attention on the black girl with the dark braids. 

“Just as your answer was not adequate to me, mine isn’t to you.” (y/n) smiled. “Why do you deserve an answer when I didn’t get one. We are supposed to be equals aren’t we?”

“What? Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is? You’re jealous over the thought of me even having consorts.”

“That’s furthest from the truth.” The girl scoffed. “Are you ill, Katsuki? Should I call for the doctors?”

“Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “Is everyone as dramatic as you where you come from?”

“I’m not dramatic Katsuki.” (y/n)’s eyes narrowed as she frowned. “My mother is dramatic along with trifling and two faced, and maybe a few other things but I don’t believe I’m allowed to say those things, lest I be punished in the Afterlife.”

Katsuki laughed lightly at the girl he now called his wife. “What’s so bad about her? Your father spoke highly of her.”

“My father is bordering on senile. He isn’t to be taken seriously. He’s simply a puppet in my mother’s hands, a toy to be played with to her.” (y/n) frowned thinking about her mother. “My mother schemes...just like she plotted to bring me here under the guise of a trade deal, though I suppose my life was simplified down to one for her.”

“Aren’t children supposed to love their mothers?” Bakugou asked incredulously, (y/n) flashing him a sideways glance and crooked smile.

“I suppose so, but then again, mothers aren’t supposed to plan out the death of their child, just as a wife is not to orchestrate the death of a husband...she’s done both though.” (y/n) revealed before lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. 

“Your mother planned to kill you?”

“Yes, I was only a child but I don’t think a failed poisoning attempt is ever to be forgotten.”

“She’ll face retribution, if not by my hand then by those in the Afterlife.” Bakugou said nonchalantly, his eyes flashing with anger.

“By your hand, Katsuki?” (y/n) perked up slightly a shit-eating grin growing on her face.

“Is that all you got from what I said?” He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, an annoyed expression on his face though the faintest blush covered his cheeks.

“You would fight for me?” (y/n) asked as Katsuki shrugged. “You know that I can fight for myself right?”

“Of course. I don’t associate with weaklings.” He scoffed.

“You called me an extra.” (y/n) deadpanned.

“Well I didn’t know who you were.” He fired back.

“So you think I’m strong?” Katsuki shrugged in response as she laughed lightly. “I bet I could best you at chariot racing.”

“You wish.” The blonde scoffed, confidence shining in his crimson orbs. 

“I don’t mean to brag but I am considered the best in my tribe.” She replied as they both stood deciding wordlessly to settle this once and for all.

“Well I’m the best in this entire kingdom.” Katsuki replied back as the two rushed to the common areas outside, seeing their friends talking quietly amongst themselves. 

“Chariot race now!” Katsuki and (y/n) said at the same time to their friends, only pausing for a moment to look at each other before looking back to their friends. 

“You better not give me the lame horses either, Katsuki!” (y/n) called back as they rushed back to their separate bathing quarters to get ready. 

“Don’t think so little of me, Woman.” He called back before disappearing into his own bathing quarters. 

The black girl appeared a short time later, her hair braided with gold and silver thread, gold plated armor placed onto her shoulders connecting to a chest plate and a metal skirt that was placed over a fitted tunic. A large green jewel set into the chest plate. A simple golden headpiece sat on her braids, matching the black and gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner she wore. 

She walked down the steps and towards the chariot that sat waiting for her. Mina and Jirou standing beside the chariot under the shade of a nearby tree, their eyes brightening when their new friend approached. 

“I hope he looses.” Mina said under her breath as she took her place on the side next to Kaminari, Kirishima, and Jirou. The four nobles stood under the shade of a tree as Bakugou and (y/n) stood in their golden chariots. 

The ash blonde ruler smirked at the girl that he now called his wife, though he still thought she was more annoying than anything else. “He’ll win...like he always does.” Kirishima mumbled back, still not over the fact that he had most recently lost against Bakugou. 

“Not this time, Kirishima!” (y/n) called as she held the reigns in her hand, ready to take off at the moment’s notice. Bakugou stood in a similar position, his crimson eyes ablaze as he stared out over the sand dunes in the distance. 

“We’ll see about that!” Bakugou called as Jirou yelled ‘Go’ and they were off. The ash blonde had taken the lead from the start, his all white horses with gold and silver harnesses thundered through the sand, their strangely black eyes focused only on the landscape in front of them.

(y/n) snapped her reigns again, her own all black horses, running quicker than they were a moment before, easily running in time with Bakugou. (y/n) glanced over to her right, a large smirk on her face as she waved at the blonde before her horses ran faster, passing his chariot altogether. 

“I win!” She announced, hopping off of the chariot when they both crossed the finish line within the same second. Bakugou rolled his eyes, scoffing as the girl danced around. “I guess I’m the best chariot racer in all of the land.”

“I want a rematch.” Bakugou stated sourly, shooting a glare at the girl, though she could tell he didn’t mean it since there was a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Another time. We have to get back to the palace. You have duties to attend to.” Kaminari chimed in sheepishly, before spinning around and glaring at the three others who stood avoiding eye contact. He always hated having to be the one to ruin the fun, this time loosing the bet to Kirishima, so being the bearer of bad news was his punishment.

“What duties?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes narrowing as he thought about having to do actual work when they were all having fun. 

“Well, you have to go visit the worksites and make sure everything is up to par, and then you have to visit the shop in the marketplace.”

“The marketplace? I’d like to come! I’ve never been before.”

“Well you won’t be going today. I’ll take you another time. You have things to do with my mother anyway.”

“What things?”

“I don’t know...girl things.” Bakugou retorted before walking off with Kirishima and Kaminari, leaving the girls behind with a simple half wave of his hand. 

“He can’t tell me what to do! I want to go! He can’t keep me locked away here.”

“We have a lot to do today anyways. You have a whole new wardrobe to be fitted for!” Mina cheered, clapping her hands together as they headed back to the palace. 

(y/n) watched from the palace entrance as the royal chariots seemed to disappear from view before she went back inside, heading to find Mitsuki and her ladies.

“What about this one?”

“No.” (y/n) denied quickly with a shake of her head, not even bothering to entertain the idea. “Why must I wear these anyway? I don’t find them appealing at all.”

“They aren’t for you to find appealing.”

“I won’t be using them around Katsuki, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“He is your husband, child. You’re expected to birth an heir eventually.” One of the older woman said, looking through the different linens to find something that you may like.

“I will not lay with a man I barely know. We’ve only just started sleeping beside each other.”

“There’s only one bed in the room, (y/n).” Mina said, blinking her eyes. 

“I’m well aware.” 

“You didn’t make him sleep on the floor did you?” Jirou giggled, as a few women looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. 

“No...he offered, but I told him so long as he not touch me, we could share...so we do.”

“But this morning, you both were wrapped in each other’s arms...Kaminari said that we should’ve gotten papyrus and sketched it for safe keeping, but we didn’t have time.” Mina sighed whistfully.

“You watched us sleep?” (y/n) questioned, staring into her friend’s eyes with a slight laugh.

“No...” Mina said, but not very convincingly. “Anyways, you should wear something this shade. I’ve noticed that he seems to like it.” She pointed out the orange fabric. “Then you both can match!”

“Whatever...it’s fine.” (y/n) finally agreed, thankful to finally be done with the wardrobe fittings, at least for now. 

The girls wandered around the large palace for some time before Bakugou and the two boys came back, Mina and Jirou telling the girl to go and change so she would be ready for when Bakugou would arrive. 

She walked into the room at the exact moment that the explosive blonde walked in, his red eyes locking in on the girl with dark skin, the orange toned fabric matching nicely with her complexion and making her golden eyes stand out. 

“Woah...you look beautiful.” Jirou smiled widely, high fiving Mina as Kirishima and Kaminari nodded in agreement. (Y/n)’s gaze quickly shifted to the strangely quiet Bakugou, confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything when all he usually did was talk.

“You look...nice Dumbass, now come on.” He stated gruffly, quickly turning from your view so he could hide his pink tinted cheeks from her. She followed him outside to where a large Sedan was waiting to take them to their destination, though (y/n) was still unsure as to where that would be.

“Where are we going Katsuki?” The girl wondered, glancing at her surroundings before focusing back on the boy. 

“You’ll see.” He answered cryptically. A short time later they arrived at the secret destination, Katsuki exiting the sedan first, then extending his hand out to the girl as she jumped down, her sandals hitting the cool sand with a soft thud.

“It’s just over here.” He stated, grabbing her hand and pulling her along when she began to walk the wrong way. He led her over to a large colorful mural, bright flora and fauna bordered the people in the middle.

“Is that..us?” She questioned, pointing at it with her free hand. Although he no longer needed to, Katsuki had yet to release the girl’s hand, but she wasn’t complaining. He nodded at her question. “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you’d like it...” He shrugged. “I was planning on showing you earlier, but Kaminari thought you would like it more if I showed you when it was finally completed.” Katsuki noticed the way the girl’s eyes seemed to remain on the painted version of herself, the boy growing slightly worried that she wouldn’t like it...he had painted her himself. “Do you not like it?”

“N-No! It’s not that! It’s just...she looks like me...like actually looks like me...” The girl trailed off, her eyes wide in wonder and shining in the dim light of the setting sun.

“Is that a problem?”

“Usually that doesn’t happen.”

“Well I did it myself...I wanted it to be accurate and no body else is good enough anyways.” Katsuki replied, his usually cocky attitude resurfacing and ruining the gentle moment.

“You painted it yourself?” He simply nodded. “You’re really talented.”

“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m not just devastatingly handsome, you know.”

“Yeah right.” (y/n) scoffed, nudging him with a laugh as he smiled softly at her, his eyes going down to her full lips more than he would like to admit. 

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He stated, while continuing to stare, ignoring the confused expression of the girl in front of him. “Can I do something?”

“Y-yeah.” (y/n) said softly, noticing the way he stood impossibly closer, the boy standing a few inches taller than her. His large hands gripped the sides of her face softly, before he looked at her again.

“Can I kiss you?” The girl nodded before mumbling out a soft ‘yes’, Katsuki not wasting any time before bending slightly and taking her lips with his own. His lips were soft against her own, surprising her since she had expected him to be rough about everything, it just seemed like that was his nature.

Apparently not though, since the kiss, though short, was soft and sweet. Their lips moving in sync against each other’s before they finally pulled apart, only far enough to breathe, their noses still touching. 

“Your lips are soft.” (y/n) remarked out loud, causing the boy to roll his eyes. 

“Just because I’m aggressive, according to some people, doesn’t mean I’m a heathen.” He stated as the girl laughed. 

“You are aggressive.”

“Well you don’t seem to mind.”

“I never said it was an issue.”

“Well that’s not what your tone said.”

“Do you just enjoy ruining moments and starting arguments?”

“You’re the one who started the argument in the first place. This isn’t even an argument.” He stated back as they walked around with each other, their guards making a perimeter, while allowing them space.

“Whatever...I was going to let you kiss me again, but since I start arguments...”

“That’s not what I meant, (y/n).” Katsuki mumbled shortly after, causing the girl to bite her lip to hide her smile.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” (Y/n) smirked as Katsuki rolled his eyes again with a scoff.

“Get over yourself.”

“Says you.” (y/n) called back, running a few steps ahead as Katsuki chased her, the empty area the perfect place to goof off without having to maintain royal appearances.

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On today’s episode of Star Thinks

Anybody else like low-key tired of the racist white bitches responding to Black Writers , writing solely for BLACK people , cause we genuinely can’t find many stories/blurbs written for us , cause I know for damn sure nobody is running their fingers through my 4C fro , it just ain’t gon work.