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okay but like bakugou x seamstress fem!reader. you’re a fashion designer and have your own small label. for every event your husband goes to, he’s in one of your designs that was, of course, made by you.

he groans as you sit on the floor, one knee bent as you push up your glasses. you’ve got your tape measure wrapped around katsuki’s lower leg.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you concentrate on taking his measurements. he still finds odd that you insist on always re-taking his measurements every few months, but he's learned to shrug it off and let you have your way.

“i wanna make sure your clothes look good, suki!” you chime. you pushed him back by the shoulders, leading him to the centre of the living room where he now stands, peering down at you.

tingles erupt underneath his skin as your delicate, pin-pricked fingertips run up his shin to his thigh, tape measure gliding through his blond hair. and when you gaze up at him with those pretty lined eyes, he comes undone.

his heart beats calmly as you say, “you’re thighs have gotten bigger.” tch.

he huffs, “what’s that supposed t’mean?” you poke his thigh innocently, meeting his crimson eyes with a similar look.

you grin, “probably because it’s winter.” you gaze back at the tape measure before recording his new measurement in your trusty notebook. you can feel him glaring at you, but you know it’s in jest. you then measure his other leg and hips.

coming to his waist, you giggle, “and your waist has gotten bigger too.”

your husband grumbles, “yea, well, don’t get used to it. by summer, it’ll all be gone.” you look up at him, your palm cupping his cheek as you guide his gaze to yours.

you say sweetly, “but i like you like this.” with your other hand, you poke the fresh fat of his tummy. there’s not too much. just enough so he’s more cuddly now.

“oi! quit it, brat!” he steps back, evading your wandering hands.

you pout playfully, “oh come on, suki! let me finish my measurements, please.” he gives in after a minute of staring down at you, feigning irritation whilst utterly entranced by your soft gaze.

once you finish, you peck him on the cheek and skip off happily to your sewing room to start designing his new suit.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

at the annual pro heroes gala, no one can take their eyes off your husband. you really outdid yourself this time, sewing his suit to perfection.

you only finished it a few hours ago as you had been making some last-minute alterations. all of the sweat and tiny pricks and screaming as you seam ripped was all worth it as your husband looks delicious. you could take a bite out of him the way the fabric falls over his skin, hugging his 50 pounds of ass and meaty biceps. you can’t decide which one you want to devour first.

seeing your dazed expression, katsuki comes back to you, eager to rid himself of old acquaintances and false pleasantries. he wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side tightly as he mutters into your hairline, “everything okay, sweets?”

you hum, snapping out of it and gazing up at him. you say quietly, “just thinking about how good you look tonight. everyone keeps staring at you.”

katsuki chuckles gruffly, the sound pure ecstasy to your ears. “all because of you, doll.” you shake your head in protest, but your husband grabs your chin and tilts it back. your lips brush lightly, teasingly.

he whispers against them, “why don’t cha let me show you how grateful i am?” you bite on your lower lip as you think over his offer that you’re bound to accept. the little movement drives him crazy. crazy enough to smash his lips onto yours as photographers rapidly snap pictures.

the next morning, you’re sore. there’s no doubt about that. you groan as you roll over, taking in a grinning katsuki as he pulls you close, hand in his phone as he scrolls through twitter.

there are a million comments about you both: your kiss, your incredible design and sewing skills, how hot pro hero dynamight is, how lucky you are to be his wife.

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw, mumbling into it a sleepy “good morning”. he hums as he tightens his grip on your hips.

after bellowing about a comment he read, katsuki draws you in impossibly closer and kisses your forehead. the heat of his lips lingers on your skin as he peppers kisses down to your ear. he grumbles, “love you.”

you sigh, curling your toes from the warmth spreading throughout your body. “i love you, too.”

newlywed!denki can’t say no to you when you tell him that you want to elope. he’s all giggly excited that his girl loves him enough to want to marry him. he teases you and peppers your face in sweet kisses.

newlywed!denki who helps you organise the paperwork, pick the location, dress, guests or no guests, etc. he would never leave you on your own to figure it out. you would be sitting at your home desk, pointing to the screen and discussing things with denki beside you. he’s making jokes and grabbing you two snacks and refreshments every hour, rubbing your shoulders when he sees that you’re tired and reminding you to take a break.

newlywed!denki whose venue ideas include the aquarium, caves, and the arcade while you were thinking a valley, tropical island, or mountains. you two end up deciding on a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. quiet and fairly private; a short drive from the roaring city.

newlywed!denki whose guests are the bakusquad.

newlywed!denki who you wake up to on the morning of your elopement. white sheets and sunlight streaming through the windows. he groans and pulls you close to him, warm arms around your figure. you giggle at him, reminding him of your schedule for today. breakfast at your favourite café and a couples spa treatment before getting ready for your sunset elopement ceremony. afterwards, you would all get some dinner and head to the arcade.

newlywed!denki who you laugh at when he looks up at you, mid-bite into a cannoli, with cream on the tip of his nose. who falls asleep during his shoulder massage, snoring softly and looking so adorable on the bed next to you. you just watch him, taking in the sight of the man who you would be marrying shortly.

newlywed!denki who’s about to start crying as you walk down the aisle — kirishima whispers to him to hold it together. your sweet pookie bear who can’t take his golden eyes off of you in your lacy red dress. who stutters his vows and fumbles your wedding ring. who’s shaking as he pulls back your veil and draws you in for a kiss. he stumbles as he walks back down the aisle with you.

newlywed!denki who is balling by the time you two make it back to your room to get changed for dinner. you hold him in your arms, rubbing his back as he cries into your shoulder. once he calms down, he helps you out of your dress. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to pull you into him, practically naked, for another kiss; this one stained with his tears and love for you.

newlywed!denki who’s openly teased by his friends at dinner for short circuiting during the reception. but he doesn’t mind their teasing. he is your husband now after all.

newlywed!denki who can’t focus on anything but you. who is so intoxicated by your laughter and smile and the way your jaw sets when you’re determined to win against the motorcycle super boss. who can’t even win a game of air hockey because his attention is consumed by you. after 20 minutes of watching denki repeatedly fail at anything other than watching you, bakugou tells you two to get lost already. you giggle in response, resigning to stay for a little longer. which becomes only 10 minutes because denki stubs his toe on one of the games for the third time tonight.

newlywed!denki who showers with you once you get back to the farmhouse. you two take your time undressing each other and getting under the water. you share the most tender of kisses before sudsing each other up and washing it off. that night, you two cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to one another until falling asleep.

they see you in lingerie v.2

pro heroes x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — implied size difference, implied smut, 650 words

ua students, villains

todoroki enji (endeavor)

⭑.ᐟ enji’s standing in front of your bed, phone in hand, taking an after work phone call when you walk out. the second he lays those ocean blue eyes on you, his mouth goes a little slack.

he quickly recovers and you can see how now he’s gripping his phone tightly. so tightly it’s starts making creaking noises. he ends the call quickly, his voice gruff. he smirks, eyes still on you and he licks his lips as he stalks towards you.

there is no hint of embarrassment or nervousness on his face or in his body language. just sheer horniness at seeing his girl getting all dressed up for him and looking so delicious.

he grabs you by your waist, pulling you into his much broader frame. he leans down, pulling you into a rough kiss and muffling your giggles.

he kisses you like he could eat you up, and he does… all night.

takami keigo (hawks)

⭑.ᐟ keigo gives you a big grin, eyes roving over your body. he chuckles airily and whilst leaning back slightly.

he says, “wow. you look great babe.” he’s looking at you lewdly, still smirking, imagining the things he would be doing you tonight once he got his hands on you.

you stretch your arms overhead, twirling and giggling to show the lingerie off to him. you watch as he bites his lip, tongue flicking over it once with supple pink flesh is released from his teeth.

once you reach him, you sit on his lap, legs to one side, and throw your arm around his shoulders. his hands grasp your waist and neck, drawing you into a sweet kiss… which quickly turns into something more intense.

you pull back, breathless, and he starts telling you everything he was going to do to you, all night long. and to which, you have no objection.

aizawa shouta (eraserhead)

⭑.ᐟ you walk out while shouta is mid-yawn. typical. he gives you a lazy once-over.

“well, what do you think?” you say.

he stares at you and responds with, “you look fine.”

at this, you pout. “just fine?” you coo. shouta shrugs before motioning with his hand for you to come over to him. as you do so, your brows are furrowed and mouth still in a pout at your boyfriend’s lack of enthusiasm.

shouta sighs as he looks up at you, standing in front of him. he places his hands on your hips, palming them and bringing you onto his lap, straddling him. your hands go to the back of his neck, fingers twirling in his dark locks. he gives you a slight smile before going in for a kiss, but you pull back.

“shouta,” you start, “don’t you like it?”

he rolls his eyes at you, “’course I do. now, stop talking.” he brings you in for a passionate kiss.

you’re the reason he’s going to be sleep-deprived tonight.

sasaki mirai (sir nighteye)

⭑.ᐟ mirai’s already half-way across the room — from the bed to the wardrobe — by the time you come out. you realise that he must have seen your lingerie even before you came out. you giggle, enjoying the way his purple eyes trail over you, back and forth.

“what’s so funny, doll?” his thin brows are pulled slightly together as he closes the distance between you two. hands already on your hips. you bite your lip, trying to stop your laughter. smiling, you shake your head and look down.

mirai’s large hand comes to your cheek, bringing your gaze back up to him. he smiles at you softly, wrapping his other hand other around you. you’re drawn close into his chest, your soft, supple body pressed against his much firmer one.

“you won’t tell me?” he says. his eyes now stare into yours, trying to discern your next course of action.

you bite your lip and slowly shake your head this time. at this, his lips stretch into a smile. “you will.”

birthday gift

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — no quirk college!au, bit of angst, mostly fluff, 2.9k words, this is for you sanrio girlies!

Bakugou, like every other guy outside of the Sanrio-sphere, thought you were a little bit crazy when he saw your My Melody keychains dangling from your denim shoulder bag. When you two were on your first date and you got super excited over the café you went to doing Hello Kitty and Friends latte art, he grumbled and made a mental note that you were definitely crazy. And after you two started dating, and he saw your Sanrio plushie collection and themed slippers, he knew for sure you were insane. But even then, he couldn’t stop hanging around you.

There was something so attractive about you, magnetic. Maybe it was how you giggled so cutely and femininely whenever you teased him, or how beautiful and big your eyes looked when they stared up, into his own sharper and fierce ones. He was drunk on the way your hips swayed ever-so-slightly when you walked, and the way you sucked your lower lip between your teeth when concentrating hard. Even in the exam hall, he found himself stealing glances at you. You who was fiercely scribbling away on your own exam paper, alternating between biting and licking your lip. And of course, who, other than Bakugou, would kiss you better after such a taxing exam?

The point being, he couldn’t get enough of his crazy lil’ girl. You had been on his mind impossibly more since your birthday was coming up this Friday. He was contemplating whether to take you back to the Hello Kitty latte art café or to get you something Kuromi themed. He was overthinking like crazy, blond brows furrowed, mouth twisted into a scowl as he death-stared his notebook during his 11am lecture. What gift would be good enough for his perfect princess?

Bakugou’s frustration radiated off him, rippling in waves that had Denki, who was sitting next to him, leaning away and over to Kirishima. He whispered, “Did I do something or?” The red-haired boy shook his head, stealing a long glance at his clearly annoyed best friend. Denki sat on the edge of his seat, leg bobbing up and down as he and Kirishima exchanged glances. “Stop that.” Bakugou turned to look at the both of them, the command ripping out of his throat like a snarl. Denki squeaked a little in response, his leg stilling. He leaned even closer to Kirishima, whispering in his ear, “It was me! What did I do that was so wrong? Why does Bak—”

“Shut up!” Bakugou almost yelled. Students around the trio were beginning to look over at them, curious as to what had set the ash-blond off this time. Denki seemed to be the culprit in their eyes. Kirishima pushed Denki by the shoulder away, now leaning over him to tell Bakugou to keep his cool because he was making a scene. Bakugou scoffed in response, turning away from the pair and folding his arms across his chest.

For the remainder of the lecture, Bakugou couldn’t focus — not that he was focusing in the first place. Once it hit 1pm, he got up and stalked out of the hall, not waiting for his companions. He fell into into his usual walk, shoulders hunched, books under his arm, hands in his pocket. From behind him, he could hear his friends calling after him, but he ignored them as he usually does and made his way to the soccer field.

Allow me to clarify, Bakugou doesn’t play soccer, and while his friends do, their practice is usually later in the afternoons. Furthermore, you don’t play soccer. But your friend, — and unfortunately, Bakugou’s ol’ high school gossiper — Mina, is the captain of the cheerleading team who are practising on the soccer field for next week’s game. With B1 and B2 running after him, Bakugou comes to the field, spotting the pink-haired girl with her back to him, standing in front of her team. She doesn’t notice him until he draws closer, oblivious to his presence as she gives feedback on the performance run they just finished. “Ochaco, I need a little more enthusiasm from you—”

“OI! PINKY!” Mina turns around, seeing Bakugou stomping his way over to her and Kirishima and Denki puffing hard a few metres behind him. She turns back around, telling her team to take five. The team dissipates quickly, like a school of fish scurrying away from a shark. She sighs, turning around and placing her hands on her hips. “What do you want, grumpy?” She narrows her eyes at the boy as he stops a few feet away. He rolls his eyes, already regretting his decision to ask for her help in picking out a birthday gift for you.

Bakugou scoffs before starting quietly, “I need your help—” “You WHAT?” Mina has her hand behind her ear, half cupping it as if such a gesture would channel the sound of what she thinks the most stubborn grump said into her ear. Bakugou grits his teeth in response, Kirishima and Denki coming right up behind him. “I need your help, alright?! I don’t know what to get [y/n] for her birthday.” It was as if just saying those words released some of the tension in the ash-blond’s shoulders (because it did). A look of relief washed over Denki, “Oh, so that’s what you’re so cranky about. I thought it was because of m—”

“Shut up, nerd.” Bakugou spared the babbling boy a glare that cut through the air like a knife. He turned back to ‘pinky’ in front of him, hands becoming clammy in his pockets. “So?” Mina looked at him, holding back her laughter until she couldn’t any longer. Bakugou scowled as she laughed at him, clearly amused by the entire situation. “How-how do you-how do you not know what to get your girlfriend for her birthday?” By the time she was finished cackling, she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, saying “That was the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

“You done now?” Bakugou’s hands had left his pockets so that his arms could cross over his chest once more. His foot tapped against the fresh-cut grass. “Yes, okay okay,” Mina giggled as she regained most of her composure. “Why don’t you just get her something that she told you she wants? Like, didn’t she mention anything that she’s had her eye on?” Bakugou sighed. His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Wow, you’re genius. I hadn’t tried that one.” At this, Mina’s brows furrowed and she pouted, “Well, I’m not the one who can’t think of a gift idea for their girlfriend.”

Bakugou felt that this conversation was taking years off of his life. “Are you gonna help me or not?!” He was leaning forward now, eyes staring holes into the girl in front of him. Kirishima’s hand flew instinctively to his friend’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright bro. Just relax. This isn’t very manly of you.” Bakugou shrugged the red-head’s hand off of him. Mina gave Kirishima a grateful look. Even though the two weren’t dating yet, she was glad to know that he would always have her back. At least, when it came to Bakugou’s temperament.

Mina raised her hands in defence, “Okay okay, I’ll help you. What about getting her something Sanrio-themed? Like a purse or something.” Bakugou sighed again. He was becoming a man of sighs and frustration-wrinkles over this situation. Why was it so hard to just get his girlfriend a gift? He’s gotten you a few before and you had loved them all. Why would this time be any different?

At his quietness, Mina gave Kirishima a look of “Omg is he okay?” To which he shrugged. “Hey, Baku-bro, you right?” Bakugou blinked rapidly, coming back from the depths of his thoughts. He nodded, his voice raspy as he said, “I was gonna but I don’t know, I already got her a Hello Kitty jersey for Christmas.” Mina smiled, remembering how you had texted the group chat that night ecstatic about it. It was only after a month that you had calmed down and started wearing other tops.

“Trust me, she’s gonna love whatever you think of.”

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Today was your birthday and you were so so excited! You can’t remember ever having been this excited about a birthday before. It was going to be your first ever birthday spent with Bakugou as you two met shortly after your one last year.

You had just woken up. Checking your notifications quickly after turning off your alarm, you notice a text message from your beloved wishing you a happy birthday. You instantly smiled, clicking on the notification to open up your message app and respond with your thanks. You put your phone down, getting out of bed to make it and drink some water. You settle into your morning routine, going about your morning as you always do. The only thing different was that you kept humming and doing little dances, goofing around. You lived in a college dorm alone while your boyfriend lived with his friends in an apartment close to campus. You were excited for the date that he had planned for tonight.

After making yourself some blueberry pancakes with cookies and cream ice cream (fire combo pls try omg you won’t regret it) and devouring them, you hear your phone buzz. Placing the plate and cutlery by the sink, you grab your phone from the bench, the screen lighting up with text messages from ‘Baby Suki’. You giggle to yourself, reading and replying to them. He’s being so kind and caring to you this morning… Just kidding, he’s being his usual self, brash and direct with a dash of sweetness sprinkles.

You notice some other birthday text messages from your friends and peers. You take your time responding to them, your body leaning against the dining table.

Later in the morning, Mina and Ochaco stop by, giving you the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers. It has you in tears, and you all hug as you cry from joy and they tell you not to cry. They stay over at your dorm for a while. You talk about so many things, from the latest episodes of the show you were watching to your assignments.

Around noon, you hear a knock on your door. You told the girls to stay where they were, Mina protesting about how the birthday girl shouldn’t be working on her birthday, but you paid it no mind. You opened the door, Midoriya standing there holding a homemade charcuterie board.

You squealed in excitement, inviting him inside and leading him to the couches. Once he placed the board on the coffee table, you gave him a big hug. Midoriya returned it with warmth and you told him to stay while you all snacked on his delicious girl dinner.

The three of them stayed with you until it 4pm. You had been so lost in conversation that you hadn’t noticed it had gotten so late. You had stood up frantically, telling them about your date with Bakugou tonight. They looked at you with knowing eyes and left peacefully. Well, everyone but Mina who wiggled her eyebrows at you. But, you would interpret that later.

Now, you had to focus on getting ready for your date. You showered, lathered yourself up in oils and moisturiser, and wrapped yourself in a thick bath robe. You then curled your hair, clipping rollers in so they would set. Next, you worked on your makeup.

Tonight, you were going for a glowy, blush-centric look. The result? It was giving!! You then carefully slipped your dress on. It was a cute maxi dress in your favourite colour that highlighted your waist and décolletage. You had bought this one specifically for your date and you were very excited to wear it out. You finished off by taking out your rollers out and fluffing your hair, spritzing on your favourite perfume, and adding your favourite pieces of jewellery. The clock struck 7pm and your phone buzzed. You ran over to it, reading Bakugou’s message that he was at your door. Weirdo, he usually knocks and then barges in.

You smiled wide, maybe he was just nervous. You strapped on your heels, grabbed your favourite purse with your My Mel keychains attached, and then you were walking to the door. You opened it, Bakugou in a pair of jeans, button-up shirt, and matching denim jacket greeting you. You giggled, immediately crashing into his arms to give him a big bear hug. He chuckled at your affection, one hand around your upper back and the other patting your head. You were in heaven just by being in his arms, inhaling his smoky-sweet scent, and this was just the beginning of the night.

“I missed you.” “I can tell,” he looked down at you, grinning wide. “Wanna get going?” You nodded in response. He had his arm wrapped around you as he whisked you away. Where he was taking you though was a surprise.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

He parked the car on one of the busy main roads, coming over to the passenger side to offer you a hand out of the car. You smiled, enjoying his act of gentlemanliness. He took your hand and let you down the strip, keeping you closest to the shops and him to the road. You walked for a couple of minutes before Bakugou stopped. You stopped too, arm pulled back by his. You looked up at him and watched as he nodded to something behind you. You turned around, hand still holding his. You saw where he had brought you and squealed in delight. You were so happy and excited that you started jumping up and down and gave him a big cuddle. He laughed, teasingly asking you, “Oh, you like?” You nodded and grabbed his hand tight, practically dragging Bakugou into the newly opened Sanrio Miniso.

You two worked your way around the store, Bakugou holding a basket which you filled with careful deliberation. Cinnamoroll perfume, Kuromi flask and matching bento set, blind box, new My Melody slippers. You were ecstatic as Bakugou paid for your birthday haul and carried the bag. Even so, as you two left the store and walked further down the crowded street. You were in a frenzied dopamine daze. You couldn’t stop smiling and giggling and thanking your boyfriend for being so thoughtful and paying for your new Sanrio goodies.

The night was still young. He took you for dinner and ice cream afterwards. All the while, holding your hand or the small of your back and teasing you sweetly. The night ended with him dropping you back to your dorm, walking you to your front door of course. You drew him into a passionate kiss, hands grasping his button-up shirt as his jacket was around your shoulders. He smiled into your lips, hands on the back of your neck and waist. You could taste the caramel ice cream he had eaten only half an hour earlier. It’s sweetness made you melt into his arms, knees weakening as he drew your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it.

At last, you two pulled away from each other, foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath. You breathed out, “Thank you for the best birthday ever.” He chuckled, moving back so he could cup your face in his large hands. He shook his head at you, still laughing a little. “What?” “Nothing,” he smiled. He let go of you, handing you your miniso bag. “I’ll see you later. Don’t stay up too late.” He stepped back. “If I do it’s your fault,” you joked. You turned around, fishing your dorm key out of your bag. Luckily, you found it quickly and unlocked your door. You pushed it open and half-stepped inside before turning to look back at him. He was standing there with his hands in his jean pockets.

“Let me put this down and I’ll give you back your jac—” “Keep it.” And with that, Bakugou walked away. You watched as he stopped at the elevator down the hall and pushed the button.

You dropped your bags inside your door and started running after him. “Bakugou! Wait!” He turned around, eyebrows raised at your enthusiasm and sudden outburst of exercise. You were huffing by the time you reached him. The elevator dinged. You threw your arms around him, your heart beating erratically against his slightly elevated one. The elevator doors opened and closed as you held him and he held you. “What is it?” You looked up at him. “Thanks,” you smiled.

He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “Weirdo,” he said as he pulled away from you. He pressed the elevator down button again and the doors opened. “Go back to your dorm already.” He eyed you as he stepped into the elevator. You giggled and you saluted him. “Yes sir.” The elevator doors shut, taking your boyfriend away from you for the night. You couldn’t stop smiling and excitedly whispering to yourself as you made your way back to your dorm and took your makeup and dress off. Even once you had put your silk pjs on and brushed your teeth, you were still so excited and happy. That night, it took a while for you to get to sleep, but you had the sweetest dreams.

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shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, porn link below, spanking, bondage, shinsou's a pro hero (and a freak), implied penetrative sex, oral sex f!receiving, 3.3k words

twitter porn video mentioned in the fic here (watch and read at your own risk; please be responsible; you have to login to watch it)

inspired by @missdynamighttt's 'bakugou twitter porn links'

You were scrolling through Twitter mindlessly until you came across a rather… lewd video. You haven’t been on Twitter in ages and were oblivious to the kind of sensitive content circulating on the app until now.

Curiously, you click on the ‘show content’ banner and watch with wide eyes as a woman gets pounded by her lover. What catches your eye is the white strap binding her ankles to her hands. It’s tied so prettily, almost like a bow around her wrists. You tilt your head, letting the video replay as you get a better look at the bonds.

Unbeknownst to you, your lover has strode into the living room, utterly bewildered by the foreign moans rippling off the warm walls. He’s dripping wet, fresh out of the shower. He clears his throat and you look up, seeing him standing tall above you. He smiles lazily at you and leans over to glimpse your screen.

“Whatcha watching, doll?” You turn your phone around, and he takes it from your hands. Your eyes rove over his frame, relishing the clear droplets beading his lavender locks and defined contours.

You laugh nervously, “Y-yea I was just scrolling, and this came up.” He gazes at you briefly, a smirk lingering on his full lips.

“Oh yea?” His voice is raspy, just the way you like it. You nod enthusiastically, feeling a familiar heat crawling up your cheeks. He shrugs and hands your phone back to you before walking off.

You call out, “Yea u-um, yea that was weird.” He stops near the TV, noticing the high pitch of your voice. He half-turns back to gaze at you.

“Yea,” he says, smiling. You can hear your heart thumping in your chest as the seconds pass in silence. What were you doing?! It’s just a video you usually wouldn’t have bat an eyelash at. But now that your boyfriend is here, looking so delectable… Your mind is a mess; any coherent thought left leaks out of your ears.

“Anything else, kitten?” He asks cockily. His brow is raised slightly as he glances you up and down. You gulp.

“N-no, ugh, well…” You start. One of your favourite parts about dating Shinso is that he is more than willing to try anything new and different in the bedroom. You sigh quietly as you consider asking him if bondage is something he’d be into. It’s not something you’ve ever considered before, scared off by all those images of women bound by rope and hanging from ceilings. But maybe something tame, like you saw in the video, would be a good place to start.

Your boyfriend knows the words dancing across your tongue. He’s amused as he watches you fight yourself. He loves that little furrow in your brow whenever you think too hard.

Seeing you gnaw on the bottom of your lip, he realises that you are indeed overthinking what asking him to tie you up would entail. He comes over and sits next to you on the couch. His body brushes yours and his calloused palm clasps your knee.

He squeezes it as he says, “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” You squeak like a mouse, hearing his words, and shake your head. He sighs from how you’re testing his patience. He loves it when you’re shy, but goddamn, is it annoying sometimes. He gently pinches the fat of your thigh and rolls the flesh between his fingertips.

You remain quiet for a few moments before mumbling, “Toshi.” He hums, attempting to contain the cocky smirk spreading across his face as he waits for you to continue.

You say hesitantly, “Would you, um, consider t-tying me up like that?” You burn holes into the back of his hand on your leg, not daring to look up. Your cheeks are aflame, and you can hear your blood rushing in your veins. Seconds stretch on for eternity as you frown. This was a stupid idea, you think. I shouldn’t have said that. He must think I’m such a frea—

Your boyfriend chuckles, “As if I wouldn’t want to.” Your eyes widen and you turn your head, meeting his purple gaze. His eyes are narrow from his laughter, crinkled in the way you love.

You playfully slap his chest, exclaiming, “Don’t laugh at me!” The gesture causes him to bellow, your anxiety about such a request the funniest thing he’s encountered to date. You pout, but soon, you’re laughing with him, intoxicated by his joy. Your body leans into his subconsciously as you get out the last giggles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and draws you close, tenderly kissing your forehead. You sigh as your noses brush, his lips ghosting yours. They are so supple, compelling you to lean in and seal them.

Your kiss is slow, the both of you testing the waters before your hands entangle in each other’s hair. Hot bodies press together with carnal need, tongues licking and seeking purchase within the other. You moan into his mouth as his teeth graze your lower lip. Your fingers curl and tug his locks, needing him impossibly closer.

He smirks, your tongue sliding over his teeth before he bites down harshly on your lip and then sucks it. You mewl deliciously, one hand rubbing the flushed skin of his nape. He trails kisses down your jaw, his hand pulling your hair back so your neck is exposed to him. You cry out as he sucks on your tender flesh. He pulls off your neck with a wet squelch, smirking lazily at the red mark he’s seared into your skin.

Hands roam and grasp, anxious to feel more and more of one another. You mumble his name into his wild locks, the strands tickling your nose, as he claws at the neckline of your shirt (which is actually his). He groans, nose flicking your jaw as he tilts his head back. His gaze is hazy, filled with lust and adoration. He urges you to continue.

“C-can you-Are we gonna go to bed now?” You breathe out. Grinning, he kisses the corner of your mouth and adjusts his grip on you. He whisks you away to your bedroom. Leaving the door ajar, he stalks over to the plush white bed and drops you in the centre of it. You yelp as your back collides with the thick quilt. When you rise, your hair is dishevelled and your eyes frantically search for your lavender boy.

He waves at you from the bedroom door and instructs you not to move. You nod, albeit confused. He returns with your phone in hand. He plops down on the bed next to you, bouncing a little from the springs.

You take your phone from him as he points at your lock screen and asks, “Can I get another look at that video, doll?” You hum as you unlock your phone and go to the Twitter app. Luckily, the video is still open. You show it to him, the volume turned down this time. His dark brows furrow as he carefully scans the bindings like they’re a potential villain. He watches the video like he’s waiting for a crime to happen, alert and analytical.

After a few minutes, he gets up and heads over to your closet. Sliding the door to the side, he starts searching for something on the top shelf. You tilt your head to the side as you observe him.

“What’re you looking for, baby?” You say sweetly.

Your lover chuckles low, “You’ll see.” He pulls down a black shoebox. It’s your shoebox. The one your black kitten heels came in that Toshi bought for you last month. He drops it next to you and pops off the lid. The contents make your eyes pop out of your skull.

You knew that your boyfriend was a bit kinky. And you knew that he kept certain… items on hand for when you two had kinky sex. But what you didn’t know was how he kept this on hand without your knowledge.

Inside the box was a hardware store range of ropes in various colours and sizes. You blink dumbly, your mouth half open like a dead fish as he starts pulling them out one by one to examine them.

You stutter, “T-Toshi. W-why do you h-have so many?” He grins as his gaze flickers to you.

He shrugs, “I’ve gotta be prepared for your curious mind, kitten.” You close your dry mouth and stare at him as he continues going through the ropes. Picking up a shiny, red rope, he hums and places it on your lap.

He points to it, saying, “This is bamboo rope.” He gently grabs your wrist and places your hand on the bundle. You sigh as your skin makes contact with it. It’s so soft and smooth. You finger the rope as you gaze up at him.

He continues, “It feels nice on the skin, meaning that if you wriggle around—” He smirks arrogantly, “When you wriggle around, it won’t hurt as much as some other kinds of rope. What do you think?” You nod and hum.

You say softly, “Can we test it?” He chuckles as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

He murmurs against your skin, “Sure.” Pulling back, he takes the rope from your hands and unravels it. With his guidance, you raise your wrists, and he loops the rope around them. He pulls it taut and confirms with you that the bindings aren’t too tight before tying them.

He rasps, “And now, struggle.” You hum as you try to wriggle out of the rope. You huff as it glides over your skin, silky smooth, condescending. You end up sticking your foot between your wrists in an attempt to get it off, but your lover’s laughter makes you halt. He scolds you lightly for potentially hurting yourself as he unpicks the knot easily. He unwraps your now slightly red wrists. You point at the spot with pouty lips.

Setting down the rope, he cups your cheeks and kisses you passionately. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on yours. He chuckles breathily, “Not my fault you were struggling like a hostage.” You shift back and stick your tongue out at him. Smiling, he kisses the tip of your nose and informs you that those marks will be gone within an hour.

“Now,” he starts. “Take this off.” He gestures to his shirt that you’re wearing. You stare back at him for a few seconds, computing what he just said. You nod awkwardly, get up and strip off your clothes while he puts the other ropes back in the box.

Once you’re bare, he commands, “Lay down on your tummy.” You obey, jolting slightly as he slides the rope box onto the floor with a thud. You feel the bed dip with his weight, that familiar crawling sensation cascading across your skin as his eyes rake over you.

All is quiet as your boyfriend stares at you, the gears turning in his mind. You can almost hear them as you wait in anticipation.

“To—” You start.

“Actually,” he says while his hands wrap around the backs of your knees. He pushes them forward, folding your legs in a v underneath you (like a child’s pose) while he continues, “Just bend your knees, yea, just like that pretty girl. And give me your wrists.” You lift your arms and he grasps your forearms, bringing your hands together behind your back.

You flinch as you feel the cool rope wrap around your ankle, his fingertips caressing your hot flesh and sending tingles up your spine. He coos at you to relax, and you hum, closing your eyes as he loops the rope around your ankle a few times before tying it off. The intimacy of this moment has heat pooling in your stomach and arousal oozing from your cunt. Next, he binds your wrists together. You wriggle as he fastens the knot, earning a low chuckle from him.

Your voice is squished from this position as you remark, “I thought she was lying flat.” Shinso hums as he circles your other ankle with the rope. After he ties it, he grabs your phone.

You can hear his smirk as he says, “Password still my birthday?” You hum affirmatively. He leans over your body, warm skin on skin. He’s propped up on his elbows, caging you in as he positions your phone in front of your face.

As the video plays, he points to the rope bunny, saying, “D’you see how her hips are raised slightly? If you lay down flat and then I tie you up, you won’t achieve the same effect. But if I tie you up like this, I can stretch you out. Make sense?” Your hum sounds more like a whine as you nod enthusiastically. Your lover doesn’t miss how you’re chomping on your lower lip as he eases off you. He places your phone on the bedside table before sitting on his haunches behind you.

You wriggle beneath his gaze, anxious for him to stop staring at you. But he can’t. He’s in awe of how beautiful you look right now. The way the red silky rope gently digs into your skin, making your flesh appear so soft and supple. And speaking of supple, your ass looks so round right now.

Shinso licks his lips like a hungry predator, sizing up his prey. You gasp as you feel his large hands cup your ass before squishing it.

You stutter, “B-baby—”

He shushes you before sighing, “Be quiet, doll.” You hum in agreement, but the soft sound is shattered by a sudden cry as your lover slaps your ass cheek. You lurch forward, pulling at your restraints.

You say wide-eyed and breathy, “Toshi, what’re you doing?!”

He chuckles cockily, “I’m taking care of my girl. What else would I be doing?” He slips his fingers through your gooey folds, groaning at how wet you are for him already. You moan pathetically, your eyes closing instinctively as you enjoy feeling his fingers trail over your clit. His other hand rubs a couple of soft circles on your ass cheek before he slaps it again.

You jolt away, your eyes snapping open as you whine, “Toshi!”

He grunts, “A bit forgetful, huh? I asked you a question, kitten.” You whine as he grabs your hips and draws you back to him. Those teasing fingers thread through your slippery cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you try and think of what he asked you. But you can’t remember. The waves of pleasure emanating from your heat have your brain all foggy. Your boyfriend smacks your ass again.

You cry out his name as you try and move away, but his fingers that were on your clit now dig into your hip bone, holding you close.

He says amused, “You worried ‘bout what I might do if you answer me?”

You shake your head vigorously, gasping, “Anything but that, Toshi. You know that.” He laughs shortly, gently patting your now-red cheek.

“I know, baby,” he coos. He leans down and kisses your buns. He grips both sides of your hips and pushes you forward. You turn your face to the side as your cheek presses into the plush quilt. Its fresh scent lingers in the air as you mewl, Shinso’s tongue sliding through your slit. As he sucks on your clit, you moan loudly. His mouth is so hot, his tongue melting all the tension in your body and replacing it with pure pleasure.

He eats you out like a depraved man (because he is). Air means nothing to him when he’s got your slick saturating his tastebuds. He groans against your cunt, making you mewl at the deep vibrations.

He mumbles into your folds, “Taste so good, doll.” You cry out as he sucks harshly on your clit, struggling in your bindings.

“Fuck-fuck, Toshi!” He pulls off your clit with a pop, leaving you panting and mewling softly. He pecks your sensitive bud before returning to drinking your juices like they’re the elixir of life.

Once he’s satisfied, he comes up to the surface and takes a few deep breaths. His lips shine like the bamboo rope, but instead with your arousal. He shifts, wincing at his painful erection before taking off his sweat shorts and trunks hastily. He chucks them across the room and looks around dazed for the lube.

You whine, not feeling his hands or mouth on you for the last minute, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Licking his lips, he grumbles, “’M getting the lube.”

You laugh airily, the sound heavenly to his ears, “I don’t think we need that, babe. You should know how wet I am right now.” He curses beneath his breath. You do make a good point, but—

“I don’t wanna hurt you, doll. Now be quiet, or I’ll smack your ass,” he grunts.

You hum and say cheekily, “I wouldn’t mind that.” He sighs, running his slick-soaked fingers through his slightly damp hair as he stalks over to the bedside table.

As he enters your line of vision, you chirp, “You look so hard right now. That must hurt. You know, I can help with that.” He grabs the bottle of lube harshly, squeezing it so tight his knuckles turn white.

He turns to stare at your folded frame, grumbling, “Feeling chatty all of a sudden, aren’t we?” You giggle as you return his gaze. His heart stammers, breath catching between his lips at your beauty, all bound for him and oh-so playful.

Your boyfriend hastily climbs onto the bed. You grin, hearing the snap of the bottle lid, and sigh as his hot hands glide the cool lube across your skin; a rather delicious combination. He groans as he spreads it through your folds, excited by how sweet and tasty they look glazed. Even more so when that glazing is his cream.

You rock your hips back as much as you can (which isn’t much), desperate to feel his hands on you again (they’re pumping his cock right now). He gives your ass cheek a light smack and chastises you for being so impatient.

You whine, “C’mon, baby. Just fuck me already.” He chuckles gruffly. The sound curls around your toes and licks its way up your legs, causing more slick to gush from your hole.

He shifts closer, thighs brushing against yours in a wet press. His tip is at your entrance. You mewl as you attempt to shift back but, Shinso grabs your hips and keeps you right there.

“Patience, baby,” he clicks his tongue. Sighing, he pushes his cock through your folds, rejoicing in how delicate they feel around him. He draws back and pushes his hips forward, threading his cock through your lips again. The sensation of his tip against your clit is godsent. You moan loudly and clench your fists, trying to keep yourself together as he teases you relentlessly.

The sun’s chariot is drawn across the sky, descending into the depths as the moon is pulled high overhead. The constellations gaze upon the unholy things your boyfriend does to you that night, bound by silence as you are by ropes. By the time he’s done with you, the sheets are filthy with your sweat and slick, the scent of sex stifling.

In a waste of water, you two shower together, basking in each other’s presence and whispering sweet-nothings into one another’s ears. You sigh into your lover’s hold, content to feel his steady grip, those meaty arms curled around you just tight enough to make you feel protected and safe but not uncomfortable.

He kisses up the length of your neck, mumbling into your skin insincere apologies for all of the hickeys he’s engraved into your flesh. But you forgive him, you always do.

valentine's day with the boys

shoto, denki, katsuki, shinsou, shiggy, kiri, izuku, tamaki, tenya, touya, hanta x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, college au, 2.7k words

a/n: happy valentine's day!! sloppy kisses for all of you mwah. i have over 200 followers now which is actually insane. thank you so much for all of your support! i hope this feeds you well.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ he has been eyeing you for a few months now and makes an effort to speak to you most days, even though you do most of the talking.

for valentine's day, he gets you an expensive perfume and lipstick he thinks compliments you so well (pays with his dad’s card ofc).

the day before valentine’s, he catches up with you after class and asks you to take a walk with him. he leads you to one of the quiet gardens and presents you with the gifts he bought for you.

“can i be your valentine?” he says quietly. he's blushing a little as he stares at you. you nod, thanking him and reassuring him that you’d love for him to be your valentine.

on your valentine’s date, you wear the perfume and lipstick he got you (they suit you so well!). he surprises you with a beautiful bouquet of red roses and takes you to his favourite noodle place. he gets their signature yakisoba (duh) and makes recs for you. you try his soba and moan in delight, stunning the poor boy who’s so nervous rn that he’s actually going out with you. he listens to you yap with stars in his eyes, more than content to get drunk on your voice

the night ends with a tender hug and a promise to go out again sometime.

kaminari denki

⭑.ᐟ he has been stuck in the friend zone for the past year. literally trying to rizz you up every chance he gets but is rejected every time (he cries laughs it off).

the day before valentine’s, you enlist denki’s help to make some goodies for your uni’s bake sale tomorrow.

he confesses his love to you via a heart-shaped jam cookie, telling you how he’s been in love with you since you met and that all those times he asked you out weren’t jokes. his feelings just spill over as he holds the warm cookie in his hands, gazing at it with rosy cheeks.

“i just-fuck-i really like you y/n and i want to be your valentine. can i—” you pick up the cookie from his palm and take a bite. your eyes widen because it tastes good. you bring the other side up to his half-open mouth and shove it in. he chews on the delicious cookie but, almost chokes on it as you giggle and tell him that you like him too, that you’d love for him to be yours.

on valentine’s day, you two help out with the bake sale. afterwards, you two walk around campus, handing out the leftover goodies to anyone in sight. you then book it back to your place for the night and make dinner together (as if he cooks).

after dinner, you two cuddle up on the couch and watch a rom-com.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ he’s been tolerating you for a while. it’s only when hanta suggests asking you to be his valentine that bakugou realises how much he wants you.

the day before valentine’s, he waves you over during hockey practice (arf arf arf for hockey player bakugou omfg yummy yum bark bark rawr rattling my cage). you point to yourself, mouthing “me”. he just smirks and saunters up to you.

once you’re within reach, he tugs you close and smashes his lips on yours. you meet his rough kiss with wide eyes before softening and melting into his warm embrace.

when he pulls away, he demands that you be his valentine, “this shit is for losers but, you’re my valentine, alright?” he grunts. you blink at him, unable to think straight. seeing that dumb look on your face, he tugs you back into another passionate kiss. when he pulls back this time, you nod and whisper that you’ll be his.

on valentines day, you two go to a museum together (because you think history is cool or whatever) and have lunch afterwards.

the date ends with a sweet kiss as you have a new bf now hehe.

shinsou hitoshi

⭑.ᐟ he’s been working on a new song for valentine’s day (inspired by you ofc). he asks you to come over to his place a few days before valentine’s so he can show it to you. toshi knows how much you love hearing him play.

he’s peeking out his bedroom window, watching for any sight of you at least ten minutes before you agreed to meet him. when you show up, he rushes down the stairs and orders everyone not to open the door.

he invites you inside while running his hands through his hair and leads you to the garage. you sit down on the chewed-out sofa and watch him excitedly as he plays his latest song on his guitar, singing with a delicious rasp. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. when he’s finished, you ask him what inspired him.

“you did, kitten. i want you to be my valentine… n’ maybe something more. how does that sound?” he says, smirking. you’re stunned by the fact that he feels this way about you. you giggle and stutter nervously about how much you would like that.

on valentines day, you spend the day in toshi's garage. he teaches you how to play the guitar on one of his older ones. he ends up tickling you and lying on top of you on his sofa, peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet-nothings.

congratulations, you have acquired a hot lead guitarist bf.

shigaraki tomura

⭑.ᐟ holy moly has this man been pining for you for far too long. he’s been overthinking asking you to be his valentine since the start of the year.

a week before valentine's day, you offhandedly mention that you like snake/spider bites when chatting with toga on the way to class. shiggy – being the loser that he is – was trailing behind you two, eavesdropping.

after class, he finds touya and asks to take him to a good piercer. that afternoon, he’s gritting his teeth as he gets his lip pierced with touya standing in the corner, filming (like the little shit he is).

the next day, you block shiggy from entering class. you stand in front of him, rocking to the side when he tries to get past you. he hides beneath his cap but you grab his chin and tilt his gaze toward you, taking in his new piercings with a creased brow.

you tell him that you saw touya’s instagram post and needed to know for sure if he got it done. shiggy grumbles and tells you to go away but you grab his wrist and tug him to a nearby bench. plopping down on it, you ask if he’s okay, and he mutters that he’s fine. avoiding your gaze, he asks if you like them, if you like him.

“you like these, right? cause… i-i got them f’you. cause i like you… or whatever.” you give him the biggest cuddle and reassure him that you love them and that you really like him.

you two spend valentine's day at shiggy’s apartment playing video games. you gently kiss his face after he smashes through so many levels, careful to avoid his fresh piercing.

kirishima eijiro

⭑.ᐟ he's liked you for a few months now; he’s enraptured with your presence and personality, your beauty, your everything.

eiji buys you a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers and surprises you with them at your place. he tells you straight out that he likes you and that he wants you to be his valentine.

“i’ve liked you for a while now and i want you to be my valentine. maybe even my girlfriend if you’ll consider it," he says, gazing at you intensely. you tell him that you’ll start with being his valentine and kiss him on the cheek, taking the bouquet from his arms.you’re blushing hard as you ask him how he knew what your favourite flowers were (he asked your friends).

on valentines day, he’s got a boxing match. he gets you a front-row seat, and you cheer so loud for him the entire time he fights. emerging victorious, you stand up and clap, causing the people around you to do the same.

you meet him out the back and pepper his face with sweet kisses before catching his lips in a tender one. you two go out for dinner that night (his treat ofc).

over ice cream, you talk about your greatest fears and biggest ambitions.

he drops you back at your place that night and kisses you goodbye, promising you that he’ll become a man who’s worthy of dating you.

midoriya izuku

⭑.ᐟ he's probably pining for you since middle school or something. he writes you a four-page love letter detailing his love and admiration for you.

izu slips it in your bag during a study session a week before valentine's day. he gets really nervous the next day when you see each other but is immediately disheartened when you don’t say anything about it.

it’s only the day before valentines you find the letter (it slipped out of your bag as you were searching for a hair tie). you read it with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

after calming down, you head to his place. opening the door, izuku is met with you clutching his now tear-stained love letter in your hands. you throw yourself in his awaiting arms and apologise profusely for not finding it sooner. he shushes you and reassures you that it’s okay.

“don’t be sorry. i should have just told you that i liked you. d-do you-um feel that way too, y/n?” you nod enthusiastically and kiss him with shaky lips, his freckled cheeks cupped in your wet hands

izu takes you on a picnic for valentines day near the river. over sandwiches and cheesecake, you laugh about how long you’ve both been crushing on each other.

tamaki amajiki

⭑.ᐟ he's been crushing on you for years. he tries three times in the lead-up to valentine's day to ask you to be his.

the first time, you find him sitting in a corner at the library. you whisper to a very quiet tama about the upcoming assignment for one of your courses. when you finish speaking, he opens his mouth to ask you to be his valentine but, the librarian shoots you two a dangerous look and tells everyone to be quiet.

the second time, you’re walking out of class with nejire yapping away when he catches sight of you. neijire knows how much he likes you and tells you that he needs to talk to you about something. you hum and go up to tama, asking him if everything is okay. he starts mumbling that he likes you when mirio shows up out of nowhere and pulls you two into his burly frame, asking if you’re excited about the game tonight.

the third time, you’re catching the train home together after choir practice. you sit next to each other, you yapping away and tama listening nervously (he can’t stop staring down as he picks at a loose thread on his pants). as the train draws nearer to your stop, he starts panicking.

he looks up with wide eyes and quietly confesses to you, "s-sorry y/n i-i l-like you. a lot. please be—consider— being m-my valentine.” he scrunches his eyes shut, afraid of your reaction. you press the softest kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear that you’d love to be before getting up and waving goodbye.

on valentines day, you go to a food market and spend the day sampling all of the different foods (the grilled octopus is your favourite).

your date ends with you giving him a warm hug and telling him to text you when he gets home. after texting you, he collapses on his bed, overthinking everything that just happened.

iida tenya

⭑.ᐟ who is the top student in every single one of his courses, and who has no time for dating outside of his busy study, extracurriculars, and work schedule. but then he meets you during a tutorial, and boy is he smitten.

it’s the day before valentine’s when you two sit with each other in the library for your weekly study session. the librarian kicks you out at 9pm and tenya walks you to the train station.

you’re about to head off to your platform when he catches your hand. it’s silent except for the distant whirring of cars and the trembling of train tracks. no one else is around to witness how gently he holds your hand, his finger intertwining with yours. you ask him what’s wrong but he shakes his head.

he clears his throat and pushes up his glasses before asking you, “would you like to be my valentine?” you chuckle and nod, drawing closer to him and grabbing his other hand. you kiss his jaw tenderly and skip off to your platform before you miss your train.

on valentines day, tenya takes you to the ballet. by the end, you’re in tears, clutching his hand. you’re one of the last to leave the theatre, tenya wiping your eyes and rubbing your back.

that night, he promises you he’ll make time for you in his busy schedule and gives you a big cuddle before parting ways.

todoroki touya

⭑.ᐟ he's actually been obsessed with you since you were kids and plotting to make you his since the moment you accidentally threw a building block at his head on the first day of kindergarten (he still has a little scar near his hairline from your attack).

this is finally the year that he’s gonna do it (he tells himself).

as part of his therapy, he does recreational candle-making. he knows how much you love candles since you’re always adding a new one to your collection, texting him pictures of them and claiming that this one is “different”.

he chuckles as he pours different oils into the boiling wax, thinking about how he’ll give you something you’ve never seen before.

a few days before valentine’s, he’s got your candle all wrapped and tied with a pretty bow (fuyumi’s work). he's standing near the garden on your route to your favourite coffee shop (he knows that you'll be getting hungry around now). as soon as he sees you, he's suddenly the same five-year-old boy who’s giddy from the blood rushing to his head and the apologetic mumbles from your mouth as you sobbed.

you notice him and wave as you walk over to him. you're grinning as asking him how he is. he tries to act cool (as per usual), but his heart rate is off the charts. he’s breaking out into a sweat, about to start panting from his nervousness.

those icy blue eyes widen as you press the back of your hand to his forehead, claiming he has a fever. he shakes his head; a moment of clarity.

he thrusts the candle into your hands as he blurts out, “willyoubemyvalentine?” you accept and throw your arms around him, reassuring him that you’d like nothing more.

that night, you blow up his phone with how much you love your new candle.

on valentine’s day, you two make it your mission to try every flavour of slurpee from your local seven eleven. with belly aches and rainbow tongues, you two lie on your couch and confess your long-held feelings for one another.

sero hanta

⭑.ᐟ he’s been crushing on you for a few months now.

at eijiro’s house party, he gets dared by the bakusquad to ask you out for valentine’s day. with shaky hands and an even shakier resolve, he comes over to you and asks if he can take you outside.

the cool breeze provides the reprieve you two need from the heap of sweaty bodies, scent of alcohol, and endless making out inside. you ask him if everything’s okay, but he shakes his head.

stuffing his hands in his pockets and avoiding your gaze, he mumbles, “y/n, I really like you, okay? do you wanna be my valentine?” you playfully shove his shoulder, telling him that, obviously, you do.

you two spend the rest of the night sitting in hammocks and drunkenly chatting over your feelings and the latest gossip at uni

on valentine’s day, hanta teaches you how to skateboard at your local skate park. it’s embarrassing wearing all of these pads to protect your joints, but oh-so-necessary with the number of times you fall over. he holds your hands and laughs at you when you rock side-to-side, but he always encourages you to keep going.

afterwards, you two grab some ice cream and sit at the back of the parlour. like all cute couples, you feed each other your different flavours and hold hands as you walk home.

you ask a red-faced hanta if he wants to be your boyfriend, and he says yes.

i feel like shoto would be that one kid who's allergic to everything. like that one kid who refuses to eat your bday cupcakes cause he's gluten-free, lactose intolerant, egg-free, peanut-free, wool chafes his skin, and only drinks milk warm.

and shoot me but i think he's got a bit of tism. like a little bit or am i misreading him? obvs like not picking up on social cues n his need for structure and routines. idk not really a hot take but a take.

hellooooo i am feeling very uninspired so if you have any ideas or requests pls send them my way.

i'm also thinking about doing a dekusquad version (izu, sho, tenya; maybe ochako n asui idk) of 'their omega' so lmk if that's something you'd be interested in. i might put out a poll later if there's enough interest.

upgrade pt.1

pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 4k words, resources used linked at the end, non-mha characters are made-up

pt.2, pt.3, epilogue

You were stirring tofu curry in your kitchen. It’s delicious scent curling up your nostrils, tendrils seeking your body and your home. The television was playing in the back. Sliced spring onions freshly chopped on the wooden chopping board next to the stove. You were humming softly to yourself your favourite song.

Today was the day that your pookie bear, Izuku, was coming back from his month long mission. It had been a gruelling four weeks of rushed phone calls.

Quick “How’s your day been? and even quicker “I love you’s”. You missed his nerdy talk about all the latest heroes new moves and how much he still admires All Might, his cuddles and warm hands on your tummy when it was that time of the month.

You missed how he would always try to pick you up from work, clad in a face mask and Dynamight’s new merch. You missed making dinner together. You missed waking up together whenever you two slept together (cause separate beds in relationships is superior convince me otherwise).

He had been on an undercover mission to bring an underground quirk breeding organisation to justice. The fact that those still existed sent shivers down your spine. One time, you had asked him over call what it was like, being so close to all of that.

To which he dodged with, “It’s what heroes are expected to deal with, so don’t worry about it honey.” You probably shouldn’t have asked as all mission information is classified until the news gets their grimy hands on it. But, it still had taken you back that he didn’t want to talk about it.

But, you know that when he gets home, he’ll be tired but he’ll want to talk. And you’ll sit there, looking up to him, reminded of how strong he is and of how hard he works to protect you, to protect all of Japan. Speaking of which, he should be home by now.

Plucking you from your daze is the reporter’s voice shouting into her mic, “Breaking News!” You turn around, seeing her standing in front of Central Hospital on the small television screen.

“Japan’s Number One Pro Hero ‘Deku’ severely injured during quirk breeding rescue mission.” Your mind goes blank. You rush over to the TV, grabbing the remote, turning the volume up, and plonking down on the tan sofa.

You watch as footage comes on screen, showing Deku, outside of what looks to be an on-fire night club, surrounded by several villains in coordinated suits. Dynamight’s explosions can be heard in the back muffling the screams of girls chained and barely clothed who are being taken out of the building, covered in soot and coughing, by Shoto and Ingenium.

You watch intently as the villains lung at your hero. He dodges, expertly, using the intricacies of One For All to knock them unconscious. As gentlemanly as ever, even when he fights.

But it’s not enough. You continue watching, enraptured by the fight, as the reporter continues, “Pro Hero ‘Deku’, along with other heroes like Japan’s Number Two ‘Dynamight’, Number Three ‘Shoto’, and ‘Ingenuim’ have been on an undercover mission investigating quirk breeding auctions in downtown Tokyo’s underground night clubs for the past month. Tonight, things went awry as Dynamight engages, fed up with the secrecy of the mission, dragging the pro heroes into an intense fight with the villains orchestrating this conspiracy.”

“Of course it’s fucking Dynamight,” you mumble under your breath.

Deku’s now taking five villains at once when the left side of the building collapses due to the flames. It had been the entrance, where Shoto and Ingenium had been hauling out what you assume to be the victims of this scheme.

Shoto hands the young girl in his arms to one the firefighters at scene before turning around and yelling to Deku, “There’s still one more left in the building.”

Your hands have begun to shake. The suspense is wracking your nervous system.

“Deku attempts to dash back into the building when the villains he was just fighting jump onto him—”

They drag him to the ground, delivering some serious blows to his torso. The left side of the building further crumbles in on itself.

“Approaching Deku is another villain known to authorities as ‘Bon Appétit’. Quirk is knife.” Bon Appétit’s arms are comprised of different knives and swords, jutting out, sharp and glinting evilly. You cringe and yelp as the villain thrusts the blades into Deku’s left arm.

“Reeling from this blow, Deku uses One For All at what sources suspect to be full capacity, to fend off the villains and rescue the victim inside. Emerging—” The video pauses on a shot of him, girl on his back, left arm bloodied and dangling limply. From what you can see from the awful lighting, shaky cameraman, and torn shreds of Deku’s suit, his flesh is torn and skin (beneath the blood) has gone purple. No! “Deku’s left arm appears to be severely injured.”

The broadcast cuts back to the reporter outside of Central Hospital. There are a flurry of reporters and police surrounding the entrance to the hospital. She stands with her back to them and continues, “Pro Hero Deku was taken to Central Hospital to be treated shortly after 7pm. Our cameras caught—”

A video of an ambulance pulling up to the entrance plays on screen. Once it’s stopped, Deku is ushered out, flanked by paramedics. Dynamight steps out after him, shouting a string of censored curses and insults after broccoli boy in front—

“footage of Pro Hero ‘Deku’ being escorted by ambulance here with Dynamight and Shoto following suit. Love and support is being poured out by fans to Deku and his family tonight for his swift recovery. Hirota Miu, TBS Television.”

You sit there, hunched over, elbows on knees, shell-shocked. You don’t know how much time passes after the broadcast before you hear your phone ringing. You grab it from the low coffee table in front of you, clicking the green phone icon and bringing it to your ear reflexively.

“Miss [l/n], this is Dr Kita from Central Hospital. Deku gave us your details as his emergency contact.” You blink… and blink again. What? “Deku’s been seriously injured in his recent fight. He’s being prepared for emergency surgery on his left arm right now. You’re welcome to come in and visit once he’s out. The procedure should take 60 to 90 minutes. Just come to the front desk and give your information to the receptionists, and they’ll direct you.”

You stare out the window, looking at all the lights sparkling from above and below your apartment. How could everything seem so peaceful right now when your partner, your hero, was going in for emergency surgery?

“Yes I’ll, um, I’ll be right there. Um…”

“Is there anything else, Miss [l/n]?” You stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say.

“No, sorry. I’ll be right there.”

“See you soon then, Miss [l/n].”

You move routinely, going to your bedroom to put on a bra before lacing up some sneakers, throwing on one of Izuku’s hoodies over your t-shirt and mini shorts, and grabbing your bag. You leave your apartment hastily and practically run to the station, taking it to the one closest to Central Hospital.

There are no words to describe how you feel. Your heart is pounding hard in your chest, and not from the exercise. Your skin is crawling with anxiety. Your shirt clings to the sweat dripping down your back, and every so often you wipe your sweat-laced palms on your shorts.

Your thoughts consist of “Is he okay?”, “Why is he going into emergency surgery?”, “That idiot, I told him never to use One For All at 100% because it could lead to some serious damage! He knows that. Why would he risk it?! The blow from that villain was bad enough, why did he have to…?”, and the like. One thought triggers the next, an endless cycle until Central Hospital is towering above your small figure.

You keep it calm and steady as you walk into the lobby. The receptionist greets you and tell her your name and why you’re here. She nods knowingly, not bothering to confirm details and telling you to take the elevator to level 3.

You follow her directions, down the hall and to the left. You’re met with dull blue double doors. The sign above reading ‘Recovery Room’. You push it open, involuntarily inviting numerous stares from doctors, nurses, and recovering patients who are conscious.

A tall, lanky man comes over to you, dressed in slacks and white lab coat. He has a clip board in hand. “I’m Dr Kita. You must be Miss [l/n]. We spoke on the phone.” You nod, trying to gulp down your nerves.

“Mr Midoriya’s surgery will be finished in about,” Dr Kita looks down at his silver watch, “an hour. You’re free to walk around, get some snacks or something. Visiting hours end at 8pm, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He smiles gently at you. You nod and thank him before looking away from him, thinking about how you were going to kill time.

You felt sick to your stomach, knowing that your boyfriend was undergoing surgery at the moment. What else could you possibly think about but that?

“Actually, Dr Kita, I’d like to just wait here.” You look back up at him. He has jet black hair tied neatly into a low bun. His rectangle glasses slip ever-so-slightly down his nose, behind which sleek brown eyes stare at you with a look of understanding.

“You can’t wait in the recovery room but you can wait outside. We’ll call you in once Mr Midoriya’s is out of surgery.”

Your response is a whisper, “Oh… okay.” You look down to your feet, shoulders slumping. Quickly, you pick yourself back up, raising your head back up and asking, “So, I’ll just wait in the corridor?”

Dr Kita nods and says, “That’s fine.”

You turn to leave before realising that you hadn’t even been told what surgery Izuku was undergoing. You turn back around, noticing that Dr Kita hadn’t moved an inch. “What’s his surgery for?”

Long, slender fingers push the glasses back up his hooked nose. He sighs, “Unfortunately, Mr Midoriya’s left arm has suffered trauma beyond repair. The decision was made to amputate part of his arm.” Your mouth falls open. Amputate. His. Left. Arm?

“And who made that decision?” Dr Kita shifts under your piercing gaze. You make a mental note to apologise later for staring daggers into him.

“The trauma surgeon did. He’s in there right now performing the procedure on Mr Midoriya. I understand that this may come as a shock, but he explained to me that it was necessary and urgent to amputate Mr Midoriya’s left arm as the tissues in his forearm and hand were damaged severely. Mr Midoriya was losing too much blood and some bones in the forearm had been shattered. There is too much damage and danger to simply reset the bones and stitch him up. The surgeon’s doing what he can to salvage what’s left of Mr Midoriya’s arm.”

Are you actually hearing this right now? Is this real? Are you actually in the hospital right now, hearing a doctor tell you that Izu-chan’s arm is to be amputated? Did you turn off the curry before leaving? Fuck.

“Do you mean that the whole arm won’t be amputated?” You ask.

“It’s possible that the whole left arm won’t be amputated. The main damage was done at the forearm and elbow.” Dr Kita’s tone was fairly dead-pan. But you’re not thinking about how many patients he must of seen in similar or worse situations, or the worst situations. All you’re thinking about is your boyfriend who might be losing most of his arm right now.

You gulp and say, “I see… Thank you for clarifying. I’ll, um, I’ll go wait outside now.” Dr Kita nods in acknowledgement before you spin on your heel and take your leave.

For the next hour, you pace back and forth, up and down the hallways of level 3. You check your phone every five minutes, making sure that you have enough time for another lap of the level. After one painstaking, anxiety-inducing, palm-sweaty hour, you’re standing outside of the recovery room, waiting to be called in.

You’ve been thinking it over… just how will it be, Izuku without his left arm. He’ll be devastated. He confided in you soon after you two first started dating that one of his biggest fears was pushing his body beyond its’ limits. He wanted to protect people, to be an incredible hero, and he would do anything to achieve that. He was afraid that one day, he would go too far and he wouldn’t be able to come back from that. And then, he wouldn’t be able to protect people anymore. How would he react, knowing that part of that fear had become reality? What would this mean for his hero career? For your relationship?

Even as this new reality dawned on you, not once did you even consider leaving him. How could you? He was the man that you were so deeply in love with. You two were discussing marriage just before he left for that mission. Oh, why did he have to go on that mission?!

He means so much to you. He’s been there for you at some of your hardest times, like when you first moved to Japan to pursue a career at the front of biomedical engineering. Or when the public had found out about you two and had bullied you relentlessly for your quirk due to it’s similarities to All For One’s. It was all the tabloids could talk about for the entire week, before Izuku had released a statement under his agency, clarifying the differences between your quirks and re-affirming his love and trust in you.

He had been the reason that your life in Japan had become so much more inclusive, joyful, and prosperous. Hell, he had even taught you Japanese at the beginning of your relationship, and continues to help you whenever there’s an expression or word that you don’t understand.

That All Might otaku has been there for you through everything. If that had been you. If you had lost your arm. He wouldn’t even consider the possibility of breaking up with you. How could you?

“Miss [l/n].” You’re brought out of your thoughts, seeing one of the nurses peaking out from behind the recovery room doors. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. “He’s out.”

You rush over to her, entering when she pushes the door open for you and thanking her. And then, you spot ruffled deep green curls crowding a peaceful looking face. He’s still asleep. You let out a breath.

You follow the nurse over to the side of his bed, where you notice some other doctors in slacks. Dr Kita comes over almost immediately after you do. You’re by Izuku’s side, watching him. Speechless. About half of his left upper arm remains, wrapped beneath bandages with a stocking and drainage tubes attached. You can feel the tears starting come on. You tilt your head back, blinking rapidly. Not now! Not yet.

You look back down. The medical staff are talking in medical gibberish, so you focus on your pookie. It’s not that you can’t understand medical jargon. Being a biomedical engineer, you often work with such terminology. You’d just rather not right now. Not when Izu looks like an angel that’s fallen from the heavens as he sleeps. He’s got little cuts on his face that have been cleaned and had betadine dabbed onto them. His other arm has a cannula in it. It too is scarred and has other minor cuts that have also been cleaned up.

You sit on the side of his bed, waiting patiently for him to wake up. After a few minutes, his eyelids begin to flutter and soon, he opens his beautiful green eyes. You draw in a breath, taking in the dazed look on his face as he looks around and starts to move his head from side to side.

“Mr Midoriya,” Dr Kita says. His voice is calm and steady. It stops you from leaning over to cup Izu’s cheeks. For now anyways.

“Mr Midoriya, can you hear me?” Izuku groans in response, he begins lifting his right hand to touch his face when the nurse beside him gently grabs it mid-air and brings it back down the bed.

“Try to not to move too much, Mr Midoriya," Dr Kita says.

“Ugh,” he groans, his voice hoarse. “What happened?” Dr Kita holds up two of his fingers in front of Izuku’s face.

“Mr Midoriya, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Izu grumbles, “Two.”

“Good. How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any dizziness or nausea?” Izuku shuts his eyes, his brows creased. He hums in response, "Both."

You can’t stop yourself from calling his name this time. “Izu-chan.” His eyes open immediately and he looks down at you from the slightly raised bedhead. He squints, murmuring with uncertainty at first, “[Y/n]?”

You bite the side of your lip, shifting closer to him, “Yea.”

“You’re here, babe.” His voice is still raspy.

You hum in agreement, “Of course, I’m here. You okay?”

He chuckles softly, “Mhmm I—”

Fuck. He goes to move his left hand, presumably up to his face again. He usually rubs the back of neck when gets nervous. But no hand moves. Because there’s no hand to move. You watch, lump in your throat, as he winces, letting out a groan of pain. Your eyes move with his, to the empty space that was the rest of his left arm. He looks back up at you, before turning his gaze to the doctors and nurses watching him cautiously.

“I-I don’t… I don’t understand. Am I?” He tries to move his left hand again but lets out another groan. “I-No, this can’t. I—”

“Mr Midoriya,” Dr Kita cuts him off. “Yes, we had to amputate most of your left arm. You had experienced trauma beyond repair to your left forearm and elbow from a combination of severe wounds and the use of One For All at what we suspect to be full capacity. The surgeon decided that this was for the best.”

It’s like you can hear his heart shattering into a million pieces. It shatters alongside your own. The look of pain, of sheer, tortuous, anguish across his face hearing those words, you can’t hold back your tears any longer.

You sniffle quietly as they roll down your cheeks. “Sorry,” you murmur, voice heavy with sadness. You mentally berate yourself for crying, drawing the attention to yourself when it’s not your moment. But, you can’t help it. All you want to do is give your boyfriend cuddles and tell him everything is going to be okay. That you’re going to make it through this together. But all you can do is sit there and start quietly sobbing.

“Honey.” You look up through your tears and fingers trying to wipe them away. He looks like he’s about to start crying too.

Izuku shifts his gaze from you to the doctors. “Can you give us a moment?”

“Mr Midoriya, we need to some che—”

“I’m happy to do whatever checks you want. Please, just give us some space first?”

The doctors look amongst each other, communicating in an unspoken code before taking their leave. You let out a shaky breath, looking at your boyfriend lying beside you.

“Hey," he says, his voice cracking. You both laugh. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands. His right hand grasps your lower back softly.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.

“For what? It’s not your fault.” He looks at you with a gentle gaze, just as gentle as his touch.

“I know but I—” you choke on your sobs.

“Hey, it’s alright.” His hand pressures you to move forward so you can lay on his chest. But you don’t. You look up into those glassy green eyes.

“I can’t," you say, your voice tight. One of your hand goes to his chest. “You’re in pain," you continue, shaking your head.

His brows knit together at this, “I-It doesn’t hurt there.” You pause before you nod knowingly.

You too can’t help but want to be close to him like this. You lay your head on his chest with care, hands close to yourself. His right hand strokes the top of your head, scarred fingers threading through your silky [h/c] locks.

You tilt your head back, looking up at him. “You don’t have to pretend it’s okay. I-I know it’s not okay.” You plant a shaky small kiss on his jaw. His hand cups your shoulder.

“Yea,” his voice trembles. “I…” You can feel his chest vibrate with the emotions rising to the surface. You hear him sniffle, and soon, you two just lay there, crying together. One of the nurses brings over a tissue box which you two drain, wiping tears away and blowing noses. No words can articulate the kind of moment you two share.

It’s only when you two have calmed down that you lift yourself up from his chest. You cup his cheek in your right palm and murmur, “You hungry? D’you want some water?” He shakes his head, sniffling up those last tears. You dab his under eyes with the ruined tissue in your other hand.

“I was m-making—” You stop to inhale and exhale a deep breath before continuing, “tofu curry when they called me.” ‘Your favourite’ you leave unspoken.

“Can you b-bring me some?” He pouts. You nod your head ‘yes’, chuckling softly as you look down, “I will but, I don’t think they’ll let me back in if I leave now. Visiting hours are over.” Izuku nods, gulping down those straggler tears.

“I think I might have left it on, so I’ll bring some tomorrow, okay?” He nods again, bringing his right hand to your cheek, thumb gently caressing the delicate skin below your eyes.

“Mr Midoriya, Miss [l/n]. Do you mind if we continue with the general check-up?” You both look at each other before looking back at Dr Kita.

“Of course,” you reply as you move away from Izuku and stand up next to his bed. “Do I have to go now or?”

Dr Kita looks up from his clipboard, “We’ve given you special clearance for tonight. In future, you’ll have to abide by visiting hours.” He’s moved from the foot of the bed to the left side, a distance away from you.

“Visiting hours are from 10am to 8pm. I would advise leaving soon if you’re catching the train back to your apartment. I’m sure you know that it’s not very safe walking around alone at night.” You hum in response.

You look back at Izuku who shakes his head in agreement. He sniffles, “I-I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” You nod, moving closer and leaning over him, placing a small kiss on his lips. Your first in a month. It’s brief but sweet. Just enough to keep you going until tomorrow.

“Stay strong for me, okay?” You say. Izuku smiles back at you.

You pull back and turn towards Dr Kita, “Thank you for all of your help, doctor. I’ll be back here tomorrow. Should I just ask at reception?”

He hums in response and says, "See you tomorrow, Miss [l/n].” You walk past Dr Kita, turning around once your approaching the doors, locking eyes with your Izu before leaving the recovery room.

The trip home is filled with replays of all that had just happened. When you got back, you found that luckily, you had in fact turned the curry off. You turn it back on, following the recipe in your mind to finish it off. Dinner, packing leftovers, dishes, all go by mindlessly. You’re still stuck in a daze by the time you sit in your plush chair in the corner of your room, pulling at your journal. It’s time to talk about it.

these are the links that I used to write this story:

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/10iiud/amputees_of_reddit_what_was_it_like_to_lose_a/

https://www.quora.com/What-is-it-like-to-lose-a-limb-in-an-accident-and-how-did-you-handle-the-emergency

https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/psychology/cyborg#:~:text=Initially%2C%20a%20cyborg%20was%20described,to%20compensate%20for%20some%20disabilities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyborg_(DC_Comics)#:~:text=transform%20the%20city.-,Powers%20and%20abilities,speed%2C%20stamina%2C%20and%20flight

https://www.fairviewrehab.com/nursing-care/care-after-amputation/

https://www.cancercouncil.com.au/cancer-information/cancer-treatment/surgery/recovery/hospital-recovery-room/

https://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/definition-amputation

https://my-hero-academia-fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Cybernetic_Arms

https://newsinhealth.nih.gov/2018/08/bionic-movements#:~:text=The%20bionic%20hand%20sends%20signals,hand%20is%20closing%20or%20opening

you didn't realise they had a gf

bakugou, eijiro, hitoshi, izuku, shoto (in that order) ⋆｡°✩— college!au (i live in australia so idk if it's the same cause i based these on my uni experience so far), you're a lil flirty def some ulterior motives and you find out that they're taken, smau