#uraraka ochako x f!reader

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Just to Make You Stay- Uraraka Ochako x Reader

Pairing: Uraraka Ochako x Reader Genre: Smut, Reverse Comfort Content Warnings: mild alcohol consumption, ochako and reader are in their 20s, oral sex, vaginal sex, angst in the beginning Word count: 5.2k words

Uraraka finds the comfort that she needs

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. After a devastating incident on the coast of Kanagawa, Pro Hero Uravity was given the week off.

She was in her early twenties, a few years after graduating from UA. A dedicated rescue hero employed at Ryuku’s agency, Uravity, was climbing the Japanese Hero billboard charts in a whirl. No doubt the recent incident- an unprecedented disaster in conjunction with a villain attack, the worst incident since the Paranormal Liberation War- caused major destruction of property and cost thousands of lives.

Ochako was down for the count. She had worked overtime, floating debris and evacuating and protecting any civilians that she could. Ochako lost countless hours of sleep on the day of the attack and the week after, and she was exhausted. She hadn’t given herself proper time to grieve for the lives lost, for the people she could’ve saved. While she knew she had done her best, even working herself past her breaking point, the guilt still eroded in her conscience. Why couldn’t she have done more? Shouldn’t she have saved more lives if she was a rescue hero? What about the homes and priceless possessions destroyed? When she heard the final number of casualties, that destroyed her. 

A whole week of overtime and Uravity broke, but she had to keep a strong face- for her boss and the agency.

After years of working together, Ryuku knew her best. 

“Go home, Uravity. You’ve done more than enough for us as is.”

“But-” Ochako protested.

“No buts. You’ve been working overtime all week. I haven’t seen you take a break since you first walked into the agency, even more so with the recent disaster. Take the week off, and get some rest. I’ll see you back at the office next Monday.”

Ryuku did have a point, Uraraka hated to admit. Since graduating from U.A., Uraraka had racked up the most hours out of any of Ryuku’s sidekicks. She’d been training hard in her free time, watching her quirk improve. She’d even perfected a new landing- gravity fall- that allowed her to slowly float objects to the ground rather than have them hit at full impact. This super move wouldn’t have been possible without help from her boss, mentor, and the others employed at the agency. Just refining it alone took a lot of wind out of her.

Deep down, Uraraka trusted her boss. Most of the damage control was done, and they’d also requested backup from Hawk’s and Endeavor’s agencies. She knew that, for now, she could hang up her visor and take a break. Team Ryuku could handle the disaster from here.

After another day of scouting through the rubble, Uraraka returned to the agency. She stripped, showered, and changed out of her bodysuit back into her civilian clothes. She boarded the train back to her humble apartment in metropolitan Tokyo, where leftovers would inevitably be waiting for her. The plan was to eat and collapse in bed, letting the day’s grief wash over her like watercolor over a canvas.

However, the moment that she stepped in and unlocked her door, something felt off. The apartment was too quiet, too lifeless. Uraraka didn’t have any pets or roommates; she made enough money to live on her own. Her home was in the safest part of the city, so she wasn’t worried about anyone breaking in and entering, and she was a pro-hero: any villain would have to be absolutely ludicrous to mess with her. The “off” feeling pertained to the stillness in the room. Uraraka didn’t want to be alone. Any of her coworkers were probably cleaning up the residual mess of the disaster. Her old friends at U.A. were most likely traveling or at work. She needed something new, a warm body to hold. Hero’s work got exhausting, and with the pace that she was keeping, it took a larger toll on her than the average person.

Uraraka stepped in and heated up her katsudon, eating quietly at her kitchen counter. She tossed and turned in her bed for about an hour before giving up on sleep. She pulled out her phone- she’d upgraded from the flip phone she’d carried in high school- and searched for bars near her.

Uraraka never kept any alcohol in the house, and for once, she could use a drink. It wasn’t too late at night, and it was a weekday, so going out alone shouldn’t be dangerous. Pros were still patrolling the streets. She clicked on the directions, then got out of bed to get dressed for a casual night out alone. 

She’d thrown on a baby pink overcoat, a maroon sweater dress, leggings, and combat boots for her brief foray out. The bar in question was near a local University in Shinjuku and was frequented by college students.  It is a weeknight, and the pro didn’t expect it to be busy. She needed quiet, maybe something cold to sip on. Not another night alone in her apartment, with nothing but the trill of the TV to keep her company. 

She walked into the bar with its dim lights and low music. There was a limited amount of patrons, as expected. An array of tables and chairs were in the center on the hardwood floor, with few people chatting lowly. The bartender, a man with white hair and an athletic build, milled around behind the counter, pouring what looked like sake to a single person who sat by the corner. They looked familiar, Uraraka thought. But she didn’t settle much on it as she sat by the counter.

When the bartender settled on her, she ordered a Yamazaki on the rocks and nothing else. This surprised the person a few seats down, who turned to her once the bartender had turned away to grab her drink.

“Hard liquor, huh? Tough night?” You jested. 

Uraraka’s brow wrinkled in distaste as she turned to meet your gaze. She had intended on spending tonight alone after an exhausting day. So it was to her surprise when she turned completely to face you, eyes widening as she recognized you.

“You’re-”

You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Uravity. It’s good to see you.”

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“Your drink, miss,” the bartender murmured, passing her the whisky. But Uraraka was still tongue-tied, looking at you. After all of these years and she saw you again. Your name faltered on her lips, and you smiled wryly. 

“Hi.”

“H-hi.” She replied in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” 

You look at her face- she had bags beneath her once bright brown eyes, which were semi-sunken into her clear skin. The apples of her cheeks were still pink, the same way that they were when you were in high school together. She wore no makeup and to the average person, she would seem plain, but Uraraka was still as beautiful as the day that you met her. Her silky brown hair was tied back into a ponytail- then, her hair had been too short to tie back properly. Her lips were pink and full, a tad agape as she drank you in.

“I go to University a little ways away here. My last class got out a few hours ago and I was keeping my pal Natsu company during his shift.” You explain, gesturing to the white-haired, broad-shouldered bartender from before. 

She blinked, taking a sip of her drink. The bitter whisky would’ve usually gone down like acid, but this time around Uraraka didn’t seem to care.

“How about you?” you ask. “What brings you to this part of town?” 

Uraraka then explains that she’d moved out of her parent’s house and gotten a place in the city after graduating. She’d been living near Shinjuku prefecture and had gotten a job at the Ryuku agency, where she intended to stay until she climbed the hero billboard charts further and made more money. Then, she would have enough to send to her parents and start an agency of her own, maybe teaming up with Deku or Dynamight along the way.

“How are they, by the way?”

“Hmm?” She replied, humming against the glass of her drink. She had been timid around you in high school, an aspiring hero student from Class B, and hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to you much then. You’d exchanged numbers at one point to discuss the battle trial assignment, even meeting up a few times after school to study. However, any connection had fallen through the moment that Uraraka started dating Deku your Senior year. You were happy for her, sure, but there was definitely a mutual attraction there that nothing had ever happened with. You knew she liked him, so you let her go. You felt no malice towards the now Top 5 hero now. Still, sometimes you wondered what things would have been like if you’d stayed in touch with Uraraka. After graduating at U.A. the two of you had gone your separate ways, her to Ryuku’s and you to university to study Quirk Theory.

“Oh- uh…” she hesitates. “We broke up if that’s what you’re asking. Me and Deku. Hah.”

“Ah. I’m sorry,” you reassure.

She musters a sad smile around the rim of her glass. Uraraka is two Yamazaki’s in, and she doesn’t know why she feels the need to elaborate. Something about you, seeing you again, someone that she secretly missed but had never gotten the chance to reach out to, is making her want to be vulnerable. 

“It’s fine. We realized a few months ago that we’re excellent as friends and as a team, but in the long term, dating someone that you work with is hard to manage. We couldn’t see eye to eye on everything, you know?” She glances up at you, eyes shining hesitantly at the sudden vulnerability, and you nod.

“Yeah, I get that. The work of a pro never ends. You guys do so much to keep all of us safe, I can’t imagine that you have time for much else.”

Uraraka purses her lips and nods, taking another sip of her whisky.

“Can I ask you something, Uravity?” You tease. She looks up at you and nods, ponytail bobbing with the vigorous action.

“Does it get lonely? Being a hero, that is. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve stayed with the hero track. You seem to have so much fun sometimes, taking out villains, showing up on TV, doing press conferences. I see your smile on every magazine cover, you know.”

She smiles a genuine smile at this. After all of these years and you were still thinking about her.

“But there has to be more to it. We learned in high school and in the real world that no line of work is as shiny as it seems. So, how does it truly feel to be one of the pros?” You finish.

“I-I’m sorry for probing. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You follow up.

Uraraka shakes her head, dismissing your concerns. The dim light of the bar shines off of the ice cubes in her glass, which clink as she sets her drink down. There’s light in her irises now, and she parts her lips to respond to your inquiry.

“If I’m being honest, that’s why I came here tonight. To get my mind off of things. I love my job, don’t get me wrong. My parents are proud of me. I’m seeing all of my friends in the field, classes A and B, succeed. The country needs us, the world even, and it feels great to know that I’m helping people.” She trails off, the light and enthusiasm in her voice faltering.

“But your supposition is a little bit right, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t trade this job for the world but sometimes it feels like I need a little bit more than this.”

You’re genuinely puzzled at what she’s getting at.

“A little bit more than what?” You ponder gently.

She shrugs, and her cheeks grow pinker, pouting a little bit. You’d always found her expressions adorable and her enthusiasm even more infectious. Her hands are balled into fists, and she opens and closes them a few times.

“Intimacy. It’s hard to balance any sort of intimate… relationship with work.” She confesses, looking down in shame. She looks up at you like she’s expecting you to throw her down and laugh in her face. 

“Uraraka...” you start. “You’re a whole person. A strong, protective, and arguably well-known person, yes.” you affirm. “But you’re still a person. You have needs and wants. It’s okay to yearn for that sort of connection in your life.” You admit, scooting one seat closer. Uraraka doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the extra closeness, and relaxes in her seat, welcoming it, even. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. There’s no shame in wanting something so human. Even if you’re a pro-hero.”

Her brows are scrunched together as you affirm her. Her plush lips are scrunched together as she sets her drink down on the counter, closing the gap between the two of you in a hasty kiss. Your eyes widen in shock at first, lips numb, but then you hesitantly kiss back until she breaks it off.

Uraraka shakes her head at what she’s done, in denial.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I feel like such an idiot, you were just saying all of this stuff and I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorr-”

You cut her off by grabbing the lapels of her coat, kissing her again. She sighs, pink cheeks warm with affection. You can taste the whisky on her breath as her hands go to your biceps. She smells like honeysuckle and the same floral shampoo that she’d used in high school. The fabric of her coat is so soft in your hands.

Uraraka pulls away after that second kiss.

“I think- I think we should get out of here” she confesses, words rushed and out of breath. There are stars in her pretty brown eyes as you agree, calling a car to take you back to her place. Just two old friends, reuniting. Nothing wrong with that.

Poor driver, you think to yourself, as you and Uraraka kiss like teenagers in the backseat. You tug at her ponytail as she shrugs her pink coat off, hands finding your waist as she pulls you closer. The smack of her lips and the flavor of her strawberry chapstick cloud your senses. Her nose brushes yours. She’s desperate, desperate for connection, desperate for the flavor of you among the Tokyo streets. Work was a tired haze and you make her feel alive.

When you get to her apartment she struggles with the lock for a second before welcoming you in. Despite her current disheveled state, she keeps the place clean, you thought. But you don’t have much time to think as the zero gravity hero tosses her coat on the ground and kicks off her shoes. You follow suit. Uraraka grabs onto you, legs wrapping around your waist as she jumps on you. You’re pinned against the now-closed door of her apartment, hands on her waist and butt to support her. Maybe you had had too much sake, but at this moment, you were also drunk on her. 

You somehow manage to scoop her up, bridal style. Her dress is form-fitting, hugging her physique as she curls into you. She gestures to where her room is and you carry her in, setting her down on the bed and pinning her beneath your weight as you kiss like the other is the air that you need to breathe. 

She takes a moment to sit up and strip off her dress, so shes topless in nothing but her tights and a tan bra. Her ponytail has come undone, hair across her face, and you push her hair back, kissing her some more. Your tongue chases hers as she grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer, falling back onto her pink sheets. 

You go with her, on top of her once more.

“Is all of this okay with you? Does everything feel okay?” you verify, pulling away from the kiss.

Uraraka nods enthusiastically.

“Fuck- yes. This feels great. Now get back on top of me so I can have more.” She gasps, kissing you so aggressively that her top lip hits your teeth. You pin her wrists above her head and kiss back, biting her bottom lip. She squeals and moans at the sudden intrusion but bucks her hips against yours.

You kiss lower- across the ridges of her collarbone and down the contours of her shoulders until you reach the top of her breasts. She’s still wearing the bra from before.

“Can I go lower?” you susurrate, stopping. Uraraka nods and scoots her bra over her head, revealing her full breasts and soft brown nipples. They’re already hard from the cold but you start to work anyways, taking the left one and rubbing it between your fingers. Uraraka gasps- sensitive, you can tell- and you lean down to take it in your mouth, flicking her breast with your tongue. Her moans are soft, and her usual adorable face is contorted in pleasure. She guides your head as she wishes and you pull off of her hard nipple, kissing the tip. You switch to her right breast, repeating the same motions while teasing the other nipple with your hand.

“Ah- ah, fuck baby. Feels so good. You feel so good, just keep doing what you’re doing- ah!” she bucks up as you bite her a little. You start to suck the skin above her nipple, taking her breast in your mouth. It’s sure to leave a mark but her clothes should hide it during the day. You nuzzle the hickey that you leave, a purple bloom, and keep kissing down her clavicle and on her stomach. You can’t help but nibble on the areas where she’s plusher. That’s one of the things that you’d always found attractive about Uraraka- after years of training and working out she was considerably muscular, but still soft in some places. It was downright adorable, along with her usual bubbly disposition and animated expressions. But there wasn’t much time to think about that, because you were at her hips, teeth tugging on the waistband of her pants. You hesitate, looking up at her from between her legs, waiting for her signal.

She nods, hands coming up to cover her eyes in embarrassment. 

“Off. Please, take them off.”

You strip her black leggings and socks off, letting them fall in a pile on her bedroom floor. Her thighs and calves are left bare. You kiss the arch of her foot before returning to the spot between her legs, where her panties are visibly soaked. They’re purple with polka dots and white lace. She looks at you through her fingers, her eyes still covered.

A spur of confidence overtakes you, and you lean up to bring her hands down from her eyes.

“None of that, mkay princess?” you tease, kissing her. Her hands are at her sides, face uncovered. She looks flushed, panting. Her gorgeous brown eyes are pools of lust as you claim your lips with hers. She hums, tongue teasing yours like before.

“You’re the prettiest girl doll, you know that? So don’t cover yourself up. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I want to see you from down here, mkay?” You give her a peck on the lips and she smiles a little and nods, hand taking yours. Her left hand holding yours now, you lean back to the neglected spot between her legs. You let go of her grip to wriggle her panties down her legs, leaving them discarded on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

It seems that she wants to close her legs, but you use your hands to keep them open. She isn’t covering her face anymore, looking to see what you do next.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, princess. Okay?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “I’m- I’m just scared, is all. It’s been a while. But please, don’t stop. Keep going.” She whispers, manicured hand cupping your face. You lean up and kiss her soft palm, then dive in. 

You tease her clit with the bridge of your nose, making her gasp. Your eyes meet hers- shes wide eyed, watching your every move. Uraraka Ochako is at your mercy, and she doesn’t seem to be complaining one bit about it. 

You move up so your nose is resting on her mons, tongue darting out between her labia, lapping at her. She bucks up so you hold her down by the thighs, and she gasps. You flick your tongue in and out, darting across her hole. She’s gasping and bucking against your mouth, looking so pretty and helpless. Her bruised chest moves as she bucks, breasts heaving with her breath. The zero gravity hero is normally so strong, so composed and put together and now she’s reduced to putty with her legs spread, pliable beneath your touch.

You hum so she can feel the vibrations, tasting her cream. You change tactics, flattening your tongue down to your chin and moving your head up and down in sweeps, getting her hole and her clit. You move your hands underneath her thighs, bringing her legs up so that more of her is exposed. You switch between sweeps and flicks, paying attention to which reactions each sensation pulls from her parted lips.

Her high voice is usually for expressing enthusiasm and excitement at something new, whether it be a hero mission or an event with friends. You never imagined that you’d hear her like this, moaning wantonly as you ate her out. Uraraka’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She feels so exposed as this, pussy and hole spread for you. She hadn’t shaved, not thinking that she’d be going home with someone tonight. She suddenly feels self-conscious but you don’t seem to mind, nose still buried in her soft brown pubes. 

Uraraka gives you permission to use your fingers and you do, introducing one thick digit into her weeping hole. You lap at her drooling clit, wrapping your tongue around it and sucking gently. Her legs tighten around your head but you do your best to keep her pried apart, pussy spread for you. You love how sour she tastes, the texture of her fluids on your tongue. You’ve introduced another finger into the equation, skin wrinkling with how wet she is. You scissor in and out of her, watching her pussy stretch with each motion. She’s unshaven and her entrance looks so cute, framed by the curls of her brown pubes.

Uraraka is now holding her own legs apart for you, thighs spread. Her brown eyes watch you, awaiting what you’ll do to her next. Her lips are peachy pink, full, and parted, tongue lolling out in her mouth. She is teary-eyed, her brown hair a mess. You’re about to add a third finger when she moans something aloud.

“C-cock, fuck.”

You hum up at her in inquiry, and she repeats her request.

“Fuck- I- I want your cock, baby.” She gasps out, back arching. “Stop fucking around and give me your cock. I need you- i-inside of me.” She thrusts her hips forward, enticing you. You didn’t know that your pretty friend had this in her, this carnal, greedy side. You like it. You nod and reassure her.

“Keep being a good girl and you’ll have my cock stuffed in that tight little pussy of yours, baby. Keep being good.”

You remove your fingers from her and kiss the top of her mons reassuringly. You ensure that her sparkling, wide eyes have met yours when you bring your ring and pointer finger to your lips and make a show of sucking them free of her fluids, wrapping your tongue around your fingers. Uraraka moans at the ministration and you stand, stripping your shirt off and unzipping your pants.

You kneel on the edge of the bed and bring her legs up in a mating press like earlier. With one hand you stroke your member, brushing the fat head of your cock against her waiting, delicious entrance.

“Are you ready for me, princess?” you sigh, kissing her calf. Uraraka nods and you thrust forward, pushing into her until you bottom out. A silent scream tears her throat as you push in more, your girth widening her lips. You press the tops of her thighs down so more of her is spread for you, swearing as you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

She feels heavenly, tight from clenching around your length. Her pelvic muscles are working overtime as you begin to move, hips flush with hers before you pull back, thrusting even harder. Uraraka’s mouth is still open, drooling a tad, eyes glazed over in pleasure as you rock into her with vigor. Her mattress shakes as you keep thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight pussy. 

Your hands grab for hers as you keep the motion, scooting more onto her bed for a new angle. She moans with every thrust, the sounds being knocked out of her as you reach deeper and deeper inside of her. 

You release your grip on her hands and lean up to kiss her, hips still moving. You thrust up as your tongues clash. Uraraka moans. You support your body with your elbows on either side of her, hips pumping. 

“Fuck- pretty girl, keep on moaning for me just like that. That’s it, does that feel good for you?” 

Her eyes are squeezed shut, but Uraraka nods, a hand going down to tweak her sensitive clit. She rubs herself as you thrust, body moving back and forth in tandem with hers. 

“Y-yes. Iss good. It’s so good, y/n, fuck.” She gasps out. She’s trying to meet your thrusts, controlling the angle where you bottom out inside of her. 

“Yeah. You like my cock? Say it” you taunt, reaching a free hand to play with and smack at her right breast. Uraraka moans and clenches at the playful smack. You watch her heaving breasts bounce as you slam into her.

“F-fuck, y/nnnnn” she whines, shrill. She both likes and detests your teasing. It turns her on even more, if anything you can tell by how she jerks into you.

“I- fuck, babe,” she inhales sharply as you press into her, slowing down a little to reach her deeper. “Fuck, I like your cock. Like what you’re doing to me, I-” you cut her off again with a sharper thrust, trying to impale her deeper. “I love your cock baby, fuck it feels sho good.” She moans. You regain some energy and pound her again, every thrust hopefully as loving, affectionate and as rough as you want it to be.

You scramble for her headboard in the dark, looking for an easier way to go deeper, to feel the white-hot tightness of her. You find purchase on the edge and lean up, pistoning into her. She sighs and whines, body going almost limp except for the hand working her pussy.

“Baby i’m gonna- gonna c-” she gasps.

You moan. “I know sweetheart, I know. I’m getting there too. Just cum, let go-” you gasp “let go whenever you feel like it mkay?” You let go of the headboard to lean down to kiss her, then continue your motions.

Uraraka’s head is thrown back in ecstasy against the pillows. You thrust harder, energy subsiding as the muscles in your legs and glutes go into overdrive. Uraraka tenses her pelvic muscles, calves wrapping around your lower back until she pants harder than before, small thrusts meeting your hips. She moans loudly before releasing your cock from her vice grip, cumming hard around you. She feels so wet and hot and good, the apples of her cheeks rosy from the pressure, arms falling limp as she stops her motions to her clit. You thrust one final time and pull out of her, your cum coating the top of her mons and getting tangled in her pubes. Her hole clenches weakly around nothing as she gasps, recovering from her orgasm.

You sigh and gently take your place next to her at the head of the bed, body wrapping protectively around hers. You reach over her head and grab some tissues from her side table to wipe up your ejaculate, balling up the spent tissues onto her nightstand. The two of you can take care of that tomorrow. Uraraka is still spent, eyes blinking as she readjusts to her surroundings. You smile and kiss her forehead, still sticky with sweat. You lay down next to her, an arm underneath her neck to support her head. Uraraka groans a little, stretching out. She hums and curls into you a little, bare chest pressed against yours. She throws an arm over your back, rubbing up and down your spine reassuringly. Her way of saying thank you, you think. She hums some more and nuzzles your neck, kissing your cheek. You lean down to claim her lips in a proper, chaste peck.

Uraraka blinks open her eyes to look up at you. You can see her star string lights reflect in her pupils. She takes a hand and cups your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. She’s still hazy as well, coming down from her high.

“Y/n?” she asks, voice soft with fatigue.

“Hmm? What is it, pretty girl?” you ask, hand covering hers. Her skin is so soft and warm.

Uraraka yawns, gentle. She smiles softly up at you.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping me company tonight.” She sighs. Uraraka kisses you once more, her lips are so good and plush. You kiss back, indulging in the affection from the girl that you’d secretly longed for for all of high school. 

These kisses feel different. Chaste, sincere, vulnerable. They’re distinct from the ones claimed during your drunken haze. Uraraka seems to be sobering up, and you too. This is a good thing, you think. Shes sobering up and she doesn’t seem to regret this a bit. She still wants you here.

The pair of you clamber under the covers, naked. Your bodies are intertwined. Uraraka offers you some water from the bottle on her nightstand and you accept. Then, you pull her pink comforter onto the two of you, shielding your bodies from the cold of the room. Her breasts press into your chest, the peaks of her nipples softening. This feels good, this feels right, the two of you think. This may have just been a drunken hookup from a bar, but tonight feels safe, like the two of you were meant to find each other in the hustle and bustle and loneliness of life. This is your reprieve from responsibility, your roaring fire at the end of the storm. 

Uraraka nuzzles her face into your neck and you wrap yourself around her closer. You can feel her heartbeat against yours. Your thigh is shoved between her legs, not enough to touch her heat but enough that she can clench around your legs. 

This is enough. You think. This is home.

Uraraka is tired. She got her warm body and her reprieve from work. Even better, she got to reconnect with an old friend, someone whom she thought had forgotten about her.

The two of you can discuss this in the morning. What matters is that you’re both here, right now, at this perfect moment in time. You’re here because you want to be with one another, and nothing is safer than that. 

Uraraka doesn’t have to make you stay, and likewise with you to her. You want her here, right now, and many more times after. 

The curve of her face illuminated by her star string lights is the last thing that you see before you nod off.

“Sweet dreams, Uravity.”

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A/N: Augh I loved writing this so much help- I think the new Damsel movie affected me too much 😭 Biggest thanks to @cashmoneyyysstuff for beta reading this she’s a QUEEN Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Light cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, Shinso is a year younger than reader, reader is 20 years old, f!reader, reader's mother is dead, medieval fantasy setting, reader's childhood friend is Kirishima, but you're also close friends with Deku and Ururaka, mentions of perverted actions (not done by a name character though, reader's nickname is Cactus, slight spoilers of the actual show/manga, reader is shorter than Kirishima and Shinso, some mentions of IzuOcha.

Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: A Pot of Stew

Ssssss.... 

The crackle of the fireplace is all you really hear as you flit around through your home, grabbing the big stew pot from the wooden cabinet. The house was quiet, which was surprising, considering you lived with three other people.  

Your father was out with his friend, hoping to catch some fish before the harsh winter would freeze over the lakes. You had sent your brother out earlier to fetch some tomatoes from the market, as the small garden you maintained only produced lettuce, potatoes, onions, and strawberries when they were in season. Hopefully the tomatoes your brother brought back could have seeds that you could save to plant in the spring.  

Your sister was most likely out at Chiyo’s home, the old woman ran the local apothecary was sweet enough to allow the small girl to aid her in crushing herbs and spices to create the medicines that lined her shelves.  

Walking outside, you grab the big bucket by the door, making your way to the home of the Kirishimas, who had a well they let you use to fetch water.  

You mentally groan, knowing that carrying a bucket of water would be a bitch to carry back home. Hopefully you could bug your red-haired friend to aid you in carrying it home if he was around.  

He wasn’t there unfortunately, hooking the bucket to the rope before sending it down to collect water. Once if was full, you pulled the rope that you were holding onto with all your strength, allowing the pulley system to bear most of the weight. 

Deadpanning, you know most of the water that spills out will end on you, sighing in defeat with the resignation that complaining will get you nowhere. You had a family to feed.  

Rolling up the sleeves of your white blouse, you grab the bucket’s handle with both hands, almost dropping it from the sheer weight of it, lamenting the cold sting of the water against your skin as it seeps through your leggings.  

It was almost comical, the way your face was scrunched in concentration as you made your way home, watching your step from the occasional loose pebble so you wouldn’t trip. Your muscles ached, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle, considering how much worse you’d been through when it came to other tasks that required similar feats. It was another perk of being the oldest child, though you were only a year older than your brother, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your family meant the world to you, and you would do everything in your power to protect them. 

Reaching the steps leading up to the door of your home, you set the bucket down finally, your arms practically singing in relief, only for you to pick it up again after turning the doorknob and closing the door shut with your boot-clad foot.  

Making your way to the stew pot that was currently sitting over the fire, you fill it with the water you fetched, letting it boil while you prepared the vegetables you needed.  

Busying yourself with chopping the ingredients you already had, you took the sprigs of cilantro you saved from a few days ago and sliced them so they were thin enough. As you worked your way through the small pile, the door opened to reveal a familiar tuft of purple hair.  

“Hey Toshi!” you call out, waving from the kitchen to signal your presence.  

Your brother takes notice, entering the room and setting the sack of tomatoes on the counter before making his way over to you, ruffling your hair in affection before raising an eyebrow.  

“How much stew are you making?” he asks suspiciously “The four of us aren’t going to be able to eat all of that in time before it tastes bad.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You underestimate Eri’s appetite. Plus, Ejiro, Ochako and Izuku are coming over to join us. I’m making enough for each of our families.” 

Hitoshi chuckles in response, walking over to the makeshift pantry you made a few months ago, grabbing a loaf of bread. “Y/N, you would feed the entire village if you could. Actually, you could, but we wouldn’t let you.” he rolls his eyes playfully and you send him a halfhearted glare.  

“It’s called being nice, Mr. Hitoshi Aizawa, a concept foreign to your cold heart.” you say, placing the back of your hand on your forehead dramatically.  

He groans, taking the knife from you to slice the bread, while you move to take the tomatoes. “Ugh stop, you sound like Toshinori.” he gripes, punching your shoulder in annoyance. 

A giggle bursts out of your lips at that, abandoning the tomatoes you were washing in the basket to strike a pose, letting out an “I AM HERE!” in the best Toshinori Yagi impression you could.  

They used to call him All Might, a war hero who was known for bringing your home country countless victories, the wars he entered had casualty numbers so low that you wondered if he was blessed by the gods. Blessed in the past tense though, as after a critical injury in a recent war, he was deemed unable to fight and left the army with an honorable discharge, growing into the old man he was today, running a stand at the marketplace where he sold quality vegetables from his extensive garden. 

You must’ve looked ridiculous as you posed however, because your brother cackles, throwing his head back and smiling so wide his face must’ve hurt. You laugh too, happiness bubbling in your chest from seeing him so happy as well. You chuck an unwashed tomato at him, knowing he’d catch it, and reprimand him.  

“Okay now get back to work you rodent, we’re feeding a group of seven tonight.” you tease, sticking out your tongue and he tosses the tomato back to you, returning to slicing the bread.  

You both spent the next hour or so like that, trading banter and occasionally fighting, but managing to be productive as you finish cutting all your vegetables, throwing them into the stew pot, creating a lovely aroma that makes your stomach growl in hunger.  

You hear a knock at the door, Hitoshi opting to answer it. It was Chiyo, returning Eri home for the day, the girl in question had a bright smile on her face, and a few bottles of unknown liquids in her hands that were sure to join the others in the washroom’s medicine cabinet. 

“Toshi!!” she squeals, and you smile, hearing a small uff! escape the purplenette’s lips, knowing that Eri most likely hugged him around his legs, the only part of him she could really reach at the moment. Sometimes it was infuriating how much taller he was than you. 

Your brother thanks Chiyo, and the old lady leaves with the promise of fresh baked goods during her next visit. 

“Where’s Y/N??” Eri asks excitedly, and you want to snort at her random burst of hyperness.  

“M’over here banana.” you call from where you sat in front of the fireplace, and Eri trudges over with an annoyed look over her face.  

“I told you not to call me that!” she whines, huffing as she sits down next to you, trying to look into the pot to see what you were making.  

“Careful- it’s hot.” You warn, gently pushing her away. “Plus you love bananas!” 

Your little sister makes a face plopping down to lie on the floor with a grumpy expression. “I hate bananas.” she grumbles, stretching her limbs out to take up as much of the floor as she could. 

You quirk up an eyebrow “Are you sure? You sure look like one.” you say gathering her hair once she sits up and holding it high above her head to resemble the elongated shape of a banana fruit. 

She splutters, and you snort releasing her hair, so it falls straight into her face, and returning your attention to the stew, stirring it and taking the wooden spoon you had out, gathering some of the liquid before bringing it to your lips, tasting it briefly.  

“Toshi!” you call from where you sat. “Can you bring me some paprika?”  

You hear a Yeah whatever come from the hallway, and you return your attention back to your sulking sister.  

“Y’know for someone so nice, you’re really mean.” she pouts, and you smile in a half hearted apology, fixing her hair.  

“Eri, my job as your sister, as well as Toshi’s as your brother, is to be mean to you because we love you so much. If we were nice to you all the time, wouldn’t we be boring?” you ask. 

“Hmm... I guess. Is Izuku coming over today?” she asks, laying her head on your lap looking up at you with impossibly huge sparkling red puppy eyes.  

You laugh, flicking her nose lightly. Izuku was her favorite out of your friends, probably because he worked in the markets, for Toshinori no less, and he brought her apples every day. 

“Yes, Izuku’s coming over for dinner tonight, so go wash up and be on your best behavior.” you say warningly, and she nods, jumping up excitedly and rushing to your shared room.  

Hitoshi enters the living room at that moment, sprinkling the paprika into the stew until you told him to stop, stirring lightly before tasting and grinning in satisfaction.  

Handing him the spoon, Hitoshi has a taste of his own, his eyes lighting up as the flavors hit his tastebuds.  

“Damn.” is all he says, and you punch his leg, happy that he likes it, but scolding him for his language.  

“Eri’s in the other room idiot, go change and I’ll get dinner served before they get here.” you order, shooing him out and you grab a damp towel from the kitchen to carry the pot into the room, setting it on the countertop and placing aforementioned towel on top so it stays warm. Putting out the fire in the living room, you open a cabinet, grabbing a large plate and exactly seven bowls and spoons. Setting the dishes around the large wooden dining table, you spoon equal amounts of stew into each of the bowls, the aroma even stronger now, and you give Eri extra because you know she’ll ask you for more later. 

You brought out the wooden carved drinking cups that you had, a gift from your late mother, setting them around the table and filling them with some of the remaining water from the well. Putting the plate in the middle of the table, you set the bread Hitoshi cut from earlier along with some goat cheese gifted to you by Izuku the previous day.  

Wiping your hands on your apron, you sigh, about to call for your siblings before you hear a knock at the door, revealing a smiling Ejiro Kirishima.  

“Hey Eji!” you beam, wrapping your arms around your lifelong friend, who reciprocates the action and spins you around before setting you down, welcoming himself in- he'd been to your home so frequently certain mannerisms weren’t needed anymore.  

“Hey Cactus!” he smiles back, and you roll your eyes at the nickname.  

Ejiro insisted that your kindness was always a facade and that you were a fiery beast that even hell was afraid of in secret, and the redhead had given you the nickname once seeing you scold man around your age for trying to look up Ochako’s skirt. You insisted you weren’t usually like this, but the nickname stuck, a term of endearment used only by your closest friends.  

You smack his forearm, and roll your eyes, still smiling however, leading him to the dining room before calling out for your siblings.    

Eri bounds in, only to be swept up in Ejiro’s arms, giggling as he spins her around to simulate flight.  

He sets her down and she jumps up, “Again, again!” she chants.  

He groans, feigning pain. “But you’re so heavy!” He says, pretending to faint in your direction, and you roll your eyes and push him off, laughing. “I think you got bigger since the last time I saw you.” 

Eri giggles, putting her hands on her hips. “I saw you this morning silly! That was only...” she counts on her fingers. “47 hours ago!”  

You want to laugh, knowing that it was only about 13 hours since she last saw the red haired male, but Ejiro only groans even more.  

“Exactly! You grew so much from then! You might become even taller than your sister.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.  

Eri giggles, and Hitoshi joins you three in the living room, stealing a piece of cheese from the table and popping it in his mouth.  

"I'm not short!" You grumble, crossing your arms. "You and Hitoshi are just stupidly tall."

You hear another knock on the door, leaving Ejiro and your siblings to their devices as you answer it. Opening the door, you’re met with Izuku, accompanied by Ochako, both giving you a hug as you let them in, exchanging their signature greetings.  

“Hey Cactus!” they both chirp in unison and you snort, ruffling Izuku’s hair and squeezing Ochako’s shoulder.  

“Hey you two!” you say, smiling knowingly. Ever since the two of them became a couple, they were practically joined at the hip.  

You make your way to the dining room, where Ejiro is seen with Eri on his shoulders, the latter playing with former’s hair while he talks to your brother.  

Eri’s eyes light up, practically launching herself off the poor red head- thankfully Izuku catches her, producing another apple from his satchel.  

You groan, knowing that if Eri ate too many she would grow to get sick of them, but you let her be, knowing that she was happy.  

You all sit down to eat, Shinso on one side of you and Eri on the other. Ejiro sat next to your brother and Izuku sat next to Eri with his girlfriend on his other side.  

Catching up with your friends, and eating the food you made, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the empty seat at the head of the table, where your father sat.  

He still hadn’t returned from his fishing trip.  

You knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself, yet you couldn’t help but worry. Your father, Shota Aizawa sustained a terrible injury in a war a few years ago, forcing him to amputate his own leg in order to prevent the toxins from a poison covered arrow from reaching his neural system. It was the same year your mother had died, leaving you, a grieving ten-year-old you to take care of your father as well as a nine-year-old Hitoshi and a newborn Eri. You were forced to grow up fast in those times, a dark patch for your family, yet it became a big part of who you were today.  

Which included your boundless paranoia, thinking the worst as the time ticked by, with no sight of your father.  

Hitoshi takes notice, sending you a worried glance, opening his mouth to say something before the door swings open. 

It was your father, relief flooding through you before you took in his haggard state. He looks tired, more tired than usual. Your father always looked tired, but never weary.  

His eyes scan the room, frantically looking around, before the settle on you.  

“I have bad news.” 

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𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚 // 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Warning: Cursing, angst, fluff,

Summary: Having a crush on the dirty blonde was hard enough as it was. Him treating you like a friend was obvious to him except for you.

Authors' note: This was a random one I had it in mind but didn't think I'd end up finishing it until now. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated as always 🌷

Links: Masterlist, Series List, Donate to the author,

"Are you sure you like that?" Mina questioned as she saw the person you liked fighting with another friend of yours. "I mean no judgement here, everyone has their likes but- come on why do you like him? You're the opposite of him!"

You shrugged looking down at your desk, playing with your fingers. "He has his... well his own defaults I mean who doesn't, right?"

"Yeah but still," she turned her chair to fully face you. "Bakugo is a loud individual. Compared to you, you are quiet and nice. You don't hesitate to help anyone out while he- well..."

Mina wasn't trying hard to berate him persay but it was difficult to even come up with good things. Although they may be acquainted enough sometimes it was difficult to describe him.

"What you think as loud I think he's..." you bit your lip trying to come up with a good definition.

"See!" she exclaimed, "You can't even finish your train of-"

A smile rested on your lips, a total change from your thinking face, as if you had made up your mind already. "He's passionate. Bakugo sees ahead of his own future, he wants to keep climbing to the top to get better."

"And you don't think that might be... I don't know a bit of an obstacle? I mean the guy is clearly focused on only becoming a top hero." Mina explained resting her chin on her open palm. "Wouldn't that be hard in a relationship?"

Your lips parted to speak but looked away feeling too shy to say anything. Mina was already thinking ahead of the whereabouts of your relationship while you had only been focused on what to say to him.

"I-I don't know what might happen Mina." You stuttered.

She sighed, "You need to confess to him the sooner you do the better it will be so your little heart can finally rest at ease."

"Who says my heart isn't at ease?"

"Me."

Chuckling you nodded, "I'll do my best to do that."

During lunch you took your regular seat beside Todoroki while Iida sat down next to Midoriya and Uraraka.

"Are we all going to pair up for the project then?" Todoroki asked as he began to eat his cold soba noodles.

"I assume everyone by now has chosen groups?" Iida asked as he broke apart his chopsticks to eat.

"I think we're all on board as a group." Uraraka answered.

"(name)?"

"Hm?" you looked up to see everyone at the table looking at you. "Uh..."

"Are you okay with being part of the group?" Todoroki asked. "Or did you have already a group you wanted to be with?"

"Oh um... actually-"

"She's part of our group."

You turned around to see Bakugo with his hands in his pockets, walking over to your table along with Kirishima and Mina.

"She is?" Todoroki questioned with narrow eyes, not fully believing him.

Kirishima chuckled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, "Well we actually asked her if she wanted to be part of our group."

"(name), Ochako!" Mina ran over to you both and hugged you tightly.

"Whatever she didn't say no to begin with." Bakugo said stopping in front of you. Looking down at you, he spoke in a calmer tone. "You are joining us aren't you?"

"I... well-"

Mina wrapped her arm around your neck and whispered into your ear. "Say yes, this will be a great chance to spend time with him. I mean come on look at him changing his voice just to talk to you!"

Biting your bottom lip, you tried to think about her suggestion. it would be a great way to get to know him better and he does want you to join them after all.

Smiling softly you nodded at him. "Sure, if that's alright with everyone?"

"It's not a problem." Midoriya smiled at you.

"We can all hang out and work on our projects together in the living room!" Uraraka suggested.

"That sounds like an excellent way to lend each other a hand if needed." Iida added.

"Then it settled! You are with us, (name)!" Mina exclaimed excitedly.

You chuckled leaning into her touch as your eyes travelled up to look at the dirty blonde, who faintly smiled as he looked at Kirishima and at you.

It was more than just him being kind to you whenever you were around. Bakugo became attentive, if you needed something simple like a pencil or an eraser he would notice and hand you one instantly.

Every time you handed it back to him he insisted you kept it. To him a writing utensil was something insignificant. He could always get one again or an extra pack if he needed to. Even then if it was the last one he had he most always let you borrow it.

Or at times when you two partner up to train during hero studies he gave it his all, never holding back. if at some point you began to doubt yourself he would encourage you.

Being a hero with such a simple quirk could at times be troubling when you see people like Bakugo, someone who was blessed with a powerful quirk.

You had confided it to him one random day as you made your way to school together. You thought you had embarrassed yourself but was surprised instead when Bakugo started to say the opposite.

"Why are you always looking or thinking at what others think?" He looked straight ahead as he spoke. "There's going to be someone better than you that's something you can't stop. Even so, your quirk is useful in situations where mine isn't. You were able to stop that fire from growing at the training camp. Not only that it helped the others escape."

"Well yeah but those actions are only useful during an emergency, when it comes to fighting villains-"

"Then train." Bakugo stopped walking and turned to really look at you. "I've seen you staying after school to improve your quirk. You're already doing half the work the others aren't. If you want to really amp up your quirk then try different things, come up with an ultimate move."

"But it's water-"

"Water is a vile ingredient needed to do certain things... doesn't mean it isn't powerful enough to end villains. You can use it to drown villains as well."

"Drown? Doesn't that mean they die?..."

"You won't kill them, it's not like you have it in you to even do so." Bakugo smiled, "I'll help you. I'll make sure your quirk gets better than it already was."

You looked at him with wide eyes, "Really?..."

He nodded "We'll start training after school."

"Okay!"

"(name)."

Maybe there was a chance that he did feel the same?

"(name)!"

"What?!" you retorted looking around your surroundings to see Mina next to you.

"I've been calling your name and you wouldn't budge." She sighed sitting with criss crossed legs. "What's up?"

"N-nothing I promised!"

Mina gave you a "really" kinda looked knowing you weren't even close to telling the truth.

Bakugo stood up from his seat next to Kirishima and walked over to where you were. "Hey, can you help me with doing some research for this part?" He asked sitting down in between you and Mina, slightly pushing her a bit to the side.

"Hey, I was sitting there!"

He ignored her and solely focused on you.

You mouthed her a sorry.

"Sure, can I see what is it that you need help with?"

"I tried searching up about this part of the island but nothing came up." He explained as you grabbed your laptop and typed into the search icon. "I only found out the date but other than that the geography info was absent."

"Hmm..." you bit your bottom lip in concentration as you scrolled down the countless results.

You could feel his breath tickling the back of your neck, you tried your best to ignore it but it was impossible.

"I-I only see the information you got."

Bakugo cursed under his breath, "What the hell was the point in assigning us this dumb island if there's not enough information."

"Maybe we can check out the online library? There's websites that put historical information for everyone to read."

"The encyclopedia?"

You nodded ticking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Well yeah... I mean there's nothing wrong with trying that. We might find more info on there than searching up on the engine."

"Alright let me grab a pen-"

You dug into your pouch of pencils and pens, taking out the one he had loaned you a long time ago.

"You still have this?" He took the pen from your hand, looking at it thoroughly to see it was still in good condition.

"Yeah, I didn't want to lose it in case you might want it back one day." You shyly looked away, "I figured it could come in handy if you... or someone else might need one."

A faint smile rested on his lips, "You're the first one to even care enough to keep it the same way. I handed one to Kaminari and he lost it the same day."

Chuckling you nodded, "I saw the way you looked at him that day. I kinda fell bad when he looked scared."

He slightly smirked. "That idiot was lucky I wasn't able to do anything to him."

"That's cause you choose to not doing anything bad to him." You teased, "I can tell you care about them even if they annoy you at times."

"I-I do not!" He retorted looking away from you for the first time.

"Mhmm." You smiled looking back to your computer screen and searched up the names island on the encyclopedia page. "Well good news."

"Did you find the info?"

"Yup!" Pushing the laptop closer to him, you pointed out at the info you were able to gather on one part of the screen. "It has the location, scenery, acres, weather, and seasonal food as well."

"You're amazing." He breathed out, "I should have asked you a long time ago instead of suffering with the research."

Your eyes sparkled hearing him complimenting you. "You can count on me for anything. You know that right?"

"Yeah." Bakugo smiled to himself as he started to write down the most important focal points for the project. "How's your move coming along by the way?"

"Hmm..." looking down at your lap you said, "It's not as perfect as I hoped it would be, I still need to practice more to perfect it."

"Stop thinking that it isn't enough." He said looking from the screen to his notebook from time to time. "I've seen your move it's coming more perfectly together than you think. All you need is someone to try it out on."

Leaning forward you said, "And who should I ask?"

"I'm appalled that you haven't thought about asking me." Bakugou mumbled.

"I did think about asking you... among other things." You mumbled the last few words. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to since well... you have helped me enough already."

"You're an idiot." Placing the notebook and pen down he turned his body to look at you. "I already told you I'd help you out with your quirk. I don't see why you are still hesitant to ask me anything."

Your heart fluttered, it felt like he was looking deeply into you with those red orbs that shined brightly under the light. Bakugo held such an important part in your heart and as time keeps passing by you are only falling harder for him.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled. Your voice slightly shaking, "A-actually now that you mention it I do want to-"

"(name), hey." You both looked to the left and saw Todoroki. "Sorry am I interrupting something?"

Bakugo became irritated. "Is it a habit for you to interrupt our every damn conversation, icy hot?"

"I'm actually a close friend to her, am I not allowed to talk to her?"

"Of course you are!" You butted in, trying to deescalate the situation before it turned badly pretty quickly. "Was it something that you needed?"

"Cold you help me make some tea for everyone?"

"You interrupted our damn conversation for some tea?!" Bakugo retroted.

"It's alright." You said trying to calm the dirty blonde down. "I'd love to give you a hand."

Todoroki extended a hand out to you, you gently accepted his offer and stood up.

"What type of tea are we making?"

"I'm not sure they said they did not mind the flavor."

"Bakugo, I assume you want green tea?" You asked.

"Always." He proudly said.

"We'll be back in a bit then."

You fell in step with the bi color haired friend as you made your way towards the kitchen.

"Do you think Momo has any tea left?" You asked walking over to the cabinet and opening it.

"Do you like Bakugo?"

You held your, breath as your movements stopped. Silence filling the small common kitchen.

Todoroki stood by the kitchen counter looking at you intently.

"I..." you cleared your throat taking the tea box and closing the counter. "I think y-you might... have gotten the wrong idea-"

"I'm not judging you for it if that's what you think I'm doing."

"What?..."

He added, "I wanted to ask because I've noticed you being around him more than usual. I hadn't thought anything about it but when I asked Fuyumi she explained that it was something someone did when they like a person."

"Are you..." you turned to face him but looked away. "Do you think... t-that it's silly?"

"Not at all... I mean it is normal is it not?" He asked, "I've never really liked anyone before... but shouldn't you let him know?"

"I want to..." you crossed your arm over the other holding it, "I have such a great time talking with him and being around him lifts my mood up more than I thought. No one has ever made me feel like that before."

"I see..." he muttered. "Bakugo isn't an easy person is he?"

"He has his moments where he does get angry over things we kinda don't really understand well." You answered, "Bakugo has many different sides to him. At times he can get flustered over things he gets wrong or misinterprets. As opposed to him fighting against a friend or rival, he gives it his all and doesn't hesitate his moves."

The more you talked about him, your heart started to beat rapidly against your chest. "Don't get me wrong sometimes it is hard to decipher what he means but he's grown and changed. He has started to see what it feels like to accept those around you as friends and not rivals. Slowly but surely I feel he will be the type to save and win."

"You talk about him with such passion..." Todoroki looked down at the his feet, a sad smile covering his lips. "I'm kinda jeaous."

"I guess it's what it means when you like someone... that's something I never really came to understand until now."

"I don't want to bring you any doubts, you're someone Bakugo would be lucky enough to have in his life."

"But?..."

He sighed, "I think you'd be someone he needs for him to become better. But... Bakugo right now is engrossed with becoming the best."

"So?..." you said looking at him. "I don't want to distract him and I-I won't... I just want to be someone who he can depend on when things go south. Or someone he can be himself around when he's tired of acting strong all the time."

"It's true what Midoriya said about you." Smiling softly he looked up at him, "You are someone who people can trust... you're just enough and more at the same time. I really hope things go your way, (name)."

"Thank you, Todoroki." Smiling widely you placed the boxes of tea in front of him. "Which tea should we make?"

"How about this one? It seems like a nice flavor."

Bakugo walked away from the kitchen door, his hands stayed deep in his pockets in thought. A look of confusion and realization, as he kept replaying the conversation in his head.

After you finished half of the project for the day you got up packing your things to head back to your room.

"I think we made great progress today!" Mina spoke stretching her arms above her head.

"I agree we will for sure get finished by Friday." Uraraka chimed in.

"Ohh we can go to a nearby cafe where they sell the yummiest sweets!"

Midoriya chuckled closing up his backpack, "Sounds like a good place to go to then."

"I won't be able to go I apologize." Iida spoke up, "I'll be helping my brother out this weekend."

"No worries I'm glad to hear that your brother is getting better." You said holding your laptop and books in your arms.

"Same here it's a good sign." Todoroki said.

Iida smiled. "Thank you, we are glad as well."

You bid each other goodbye and walked your separate ways. A yawn escaped from your lips as you walked towards the elevator.

"(name) can we talk for a sec?"

A soft smile formed on your lips seeing Bakugo. "Sure, do you want to go to my room-?"

"I'd like to talk here if tht's alright."

"Okay." You said confused, "Is everything alright?"

Bakugo stood quietly trying to gather his thoughts. He had a plan in mind already on how to say what he wanted to, but nothing wanted to come out.

Frustration ran through his body, he rubbed his face getting irritated with himself.

Worry began to show on your face, "Bakugo... is something going on?"

"I need to tell you something." He said.

"What is it?"

Even then you stayed quiet looking at him, waiting patiently until he was ready to speak.

He let out a long breath before ripping off the band-aid, his eyes focused on you with such sadness.

“I like you. I really do, but not in the way you want me to.”

You blinked rapidly trying to process the words you heard. Your body moving two steps backwards in shock and in pain.

"I-" you could feel your eyes swelling with tears, knowing he already found out about your crush.

Bakugo felt guilty, hurting you was never in his plan when he started to care about you.

"I... overheard you and icy hot talking in the kitchen." He explained, "I went to talk to you about the project but I heard my name and stayed there instead. I-I know it probably wasn't something I was supposed to hear and I'm sorry I did."

"I should have... been more careful..."

He looked at you with sad eyes, "Maybe in the future I’ll see you as more than just a friend but right now…" Bakugo softly sighed, "I’m sorry.” 

"I thought... t-that... I mean you were so nice to me." You sniffled trying not to raise your voice at him. "You're never like that to everyone else! Every time I needed help with something you were there... I-I don't understand."

"I care about you, that's why I didn't hesitate to lend you a hand."

"Really?... You only care about me as a friend?"

Bakugo ran his fingers through his hair, "Right now... that's the only thing I feel for you."

"I'm sorry but I don't believe you." You said, "I can't be the only one to have misinterpreted anything. I know you Bakugo. I've watched you everyday and have been around enough to know that you don't treat a friend like that!"

"I do! Okay?"

"Are you afraid to say what you actually feel?" You stepped forward your eyes trying to search his own for an answer.

"I-I'm not!" He exclaimed and exhaled out. "I can't reciprocate your feelings, I'm sorry that you began to fall for me. But I do not feel the same way and I hope you realize that."

It was no point.

Bakugo wasn't going to come clean or face the way he feels. Someone like him wasn't going to admit it anytime soon, and you were only going to lose in the end.

"Alright..." your grip tightened around your books. "I won't pester you or say anything again."

"I really do care about you... I hope we can at least keep being friends-"

"I can't promise you that I'll be okay enough to treat you as a friend." You said wiping away your tears. "My feelings for you are too strong and it hurts to even look at you right now after knowing how you really feel."

"(name)." He extended his arm out to comfort you but let it fall seeing you retreat yourself back from his touch.

"I have to go." You turned your back to him and decided to take the stairs to your room instead.

Pain was all you could feel inside of you. It was as if someone had taken out your whole heart and had gotten rid of it. You felt hollow. And what hurt the most were the memories that kept replaying in your mind from all the times you had spend together with him.

The countless times you both shared smiles or even laughed at the weirdest things. When you fell asleep during one of your study sessions and he carried you back to your room. It felt like a dream, feeling his warmth close to you.

You shut your eyes tightly in hopes to stop the headache that was beginning to form along with the endless tears. Your vision started to become blurry, as you slowly made your way up to your floor.

A quiet sob escaped from your lips, your steps slowing down. The floor was empty making your crying to appear louder than it truly was.

"I-I have to let him g-go..." you muttered, leaving a trail of tears on the wooden floor.

"(name)!"

Oh great.

"I saw you two talking and didn't want to interrupt," Mina said smirking. "How did it go-" As you got closer to her she noticed your tears, concern covered her whole face instead. "(Name)... what happened?..."

You shook your head, crying louder than before. Mina immediately wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly. Her hand caressing the back of your head in order to comfort you.

"H-he doesn't feel the same way..." You blurted out burying your face in her shoulder.

"Oh sweetie..."

She opened the door to your room and helped you inside, telling her everything that happened and all the things that were said.

Mina ended up feeling bad and apologized for pushing you to confess to him. Although you knew you wanted to wait you did not carry any resentment or hate towards her or Bakugo. She meant well, that much you knew.

The following days became a bit awkward whenever you two showed up together or ran into each other with one of your other friends.

"So... how did everyone do on the test?" Koda asked smiling nervously as he along with everyone could feel the tension in the room.

"I did good!" Kaminari answered confidently. "I was actually able to answer all the questions without thinking so hard about them."

"Tch... isn't that what you do everyday?" Bakugo spoke looking down at his plate not fully grabbing food with his chopsticks.

"Why are you so mean?!" He retorted, "You'll see when we get our tests back!"

"The study method you came up with actually helped me a lot with math." Todoroki mentioned as he looked at you.

"Really?" You slightly smiled. "I'm glad to hear that it worked, I was kinda doubtful since I have never tutored anyone before."

"Oh that's right," Midoriya added. "You usually study by yourself."

"Y-yeah I can't really teach someone that well..."

Bakugo looked over where you sat closely in between Todoroki and Iida. His eyes falling over to you once in awhile, remembering how you'd always sit beside him.

"I've been meaning to ask." Hagakure finished her food before she asked, "Did you end up accepting that date from the second year?"

"Date?.." Bakugo mumbled under his breath.

Kirishima nodded leaning into the blonde's side and whispered.

"(name) got a confession in her shoe locker this morning." He explained, "They ended up meeting together at the roof top."

Bakugo clenched a fist tightly under the table, feeling an ache in his chest. Lately he had been wanting no, hoping that you'd talk to him again. To have a conversation like you used to, instead you had been spending more time with Todoroki than you used to, while ignoring him at all costs.

So it was a surprise when he opened his mouth without thinking.

"That's such a sorry way to give in to someone asking you out." His eyes widened hearing the words coming from his own lips.

As he looked up at you, his eye lids dropped seeing the hurt he had caused you.

A sigh escaped from your lips, placing your chop sticks down on the table. "I never said that I was going to accept it and go out with someone who I don't feel the same way about." You continued and looked at him with empty eyes. "Even if I did there's nothing wrong with doing so. Everyone is entitled to go out with anyone they'd like and so do I."

Getting up from your seat you grabbed your plate and headed to the kitchen without another word. Todoroki got up to follow you but Midoriya pulled on his arm, stopping him from doing so.

Kirishima nudged Bakugo at his side and pointed with his eyes to where you were. He nodded getting up, trying to ignore the stares that followed his every move as he walked to you.

You were getting ready to leave when he walked in.

"(name)-"

Ignoring him you walked passed him, hoping to not engage in a conversation that he himself did not even want to have in the first place.

Bakugo stopped you of course holding your wrist, "Can we talk?." You didn't budge of course. "Please?"

"Fine..." You mumbled stepping back with arms crossed and leaned against the counter not looking at him.

"I'm sorry for saying... all that back there. I crossed the line."

"No," you titled your head to look at him. "You crossed everything, Bakugo. It wasn't your place to say anything when it's not your life. You had no excuse to say all that to me."

"I know...I screwed up and I'm sorry." He breathed out holding on to the bridge of his nose with both hands. "You're right... it's your life and I don't have a say in anything."

"For once I agree." Sighing you shook your head with sad eyes. "Why did you though?... There's nothing going on between us. You rejected me a-and... that should only happen when you have feelings for someone."

Did he have feelings?

Had Bakugo realized how he truly felt about you?

"I-I don't know... what came over me."

"Well until you figure it out..." You bit your bottom lip contemplating on whether to stay quiet or finally finish everything. For your sake and his. "Please do me a favor and don't butt into anything that has to do with me."

"I thought we were going to be able to be friends-"

"I didn't agree."

Bakugo stepped forward, "I know that but in the future we could be (name)."

"I can't stay friends with someone I'm trying to get over still." You spoke feeling tears starting to cover your eyes, crying was the last thing you wanted to do. "I was hopeful that we might one day but the way you're acting is trying to tell me something else, something you're not even sure you are even able to say it yourself."

"(name)-"

"No.." you exhaled a long breath hoping to stabilize your voice. "I-I'm not going to wait around and hoping that you'll come around not with these- these mixed signals you keep sending me. That's how you were when we were friends Bakugo. I can't keep second guessing everything. I'm tired. I don't want to live or be around someone like that."

"W-what are you saying..." He softly spoke looking at you with shiny eyes.

"It's best if we j-just communicate when it's needed." You stated knowing it was the right thing to do even though it hurt everything inside of you. "I need to move on... you need to focus on being the hero you want. We'll be acquaintances... only talk when need to. Nothing more... nothing less."

"Are you seriously going to throw away the friendship we built?"

"No you are, Bakugo." You said, "You could have been honest about how you really felt but chose not to. I can't keep playing that mind game of yours whether you do it intentionally or not. All it'll ever lead to is me getting hurt... again."

You turned to leave but he held your wrist tightly, "(name)..."

Your name sounded so sweet coming from his lips, something you wish you'll be able to forget.

"Let me go..."

Bakugo nodded, letting you go. He could only watch as you walked further away from him.

He harshly wiped away his tears with his forearm, feeling the swelling of pain in his chest again.

"Fuck... I do like you (name)."

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[maliciouslove]

Beware of Hammock

ʚ pairing: slimeball denki x f!reader 

ʚ prompt: hammock 

ʚ word count: 1.1k

ʚ warnings: tw dubcon, tw alcohol consumption, tw weed mention, implied public sex, a bit lot of humiliation, compromising photos, not beta read, hammock

ʚ submission for the wet hot slimeball collab hosted by @bastardblvd :]

ʚ AN: well that was a fun little one hour writing challenge! as usual, thank you to merc and cassie for organizing and continuously giving me motivation and inspiration to create

The music blares as Denki fills everyone’s shot glasses with tequila. His best mate and emergency get-out-after-a-hookup contact Shinsou “the smoke” Hitoshi sitting next to him on the table cradling a fat joint, sitting amongst the rest of the infamous UA slut gang — Touya “the slut elder” Todorki, Katsuki “anger issues” Bakugo, Ochako “the crime lord” Uraraka, Mina “the dominatrix” Ashido, Sero “infinity rizz” Hanta and Eijirou “the cumbucket” Kirishima, the notoriously hung fratboy host of this party.

The third round of “never have I ever” is now ready to begin as Ochako lifts her shot glass above her head, commanding attention. 

“Never have I ever… had sex mid day at a beach party…” The brunette looks pointedly at her chair neighbour. “And filmed it.”

With a wolfish smile Touya downs his shot followed by a hissing sound as the liquid burns down his throat. Surprisingly (but not really) Kiri also downs his shot, and with a smug smile — so does Ochako. 

“The way this keeps going I’m gonna be shitfaced in under ten minutes.” Touya complains, slamming his shot glass down at the table, but the rest of the slut gang just laugh. They know he’d be shitfaced in ten minutes regardless of the game, as poor Touya has too many daddy issues to not attempt to drown them in booze.

“Mate, I gotta know, fer science n’ all — what is the worst or weirdest place you’ve had sex?” Denki asks with curiosity spaekling in his eyes. 

He’d never admit it but he looks up to Touya in a very sick and twisted way. It’s his biggest wish to one day have a body count as high as his. That scoreboard hidden in his locker at Slimebucks mocks him daily and reminds him of his noble goal to be a bigger slut than Touya himself.

After a pause to think, the eldest Todoroki confidently states: 

“On a fucking hammock. The logistics are just..” Touya can only shake his head in disapproval as the memory flashes before his eyes. He shudders. 

Kirishima lands a heavy hand on Touya’s back. 

“Can’t be that bad, can it?” 

There is a horrified look in Touya’s eyes as he clasps dramatically Kirishima’s hand in his, pulling him close to his face as if to emphasize his point. 

“Do not. Ever. Attempt. To fuck. On a hammock.” The black haired man pours himself another tequila shot and downs it. “Learn from my mistakes.”

These words of wisdom resonate in Denki’s head long after the game of “never have I ever” ended with Touya emptying the contents of his stomach under the table, unable to keep his liquor down any longer. 

Learn from my mistakes. 

But Denki could do more! He could better Touya’s mistakes, he had the confidence that he could pull of what Touya himself couldn’t. Moving through the crowds of people dancing he spots something from the corner of his eye — a hammock. 

Devious grin plastered on his face, the blonde quickly gathers up the unoccupied hammock, considering the logistics of Kirishima’s place and figuring out the best at least semi-private place he could hang up the hammock and the easiest prey he can catch to test said hammock out. 

Twenty or so minutes later he has the hammock set up behind a shed and he proceeds to the second part of a plan — finding himself a pretty pussy to fuck. And as if the Gods of Sex heard his prayers, the crowd seems to part like the Red Sea opening a path to you — the shy, but now quite drunk new girl. 

Within seconds he has an arm around your waist, twirling you and pushing you close to him as he dances right behind you, smugly enjoying the feel of your ass grinding against him.

“Didin’t think you’d make it today, pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear, partly to be seductive, partly because it was loud as balls. 

“Mina convinced me, said Kiri throws the wildest paries and it’s apparently illegal to miss them.” You giggle and with your confidence levels raised by the alcohol you turn, tits pressed to Denki’s chest and arms draped around his shoulders. 

“Well thank fuck for Mina, huh.” 

It’s easy to charm you, a gentle touch here, a whisper and a chaste kiss there, under half an hour and Denki had you wrapped around his finger, pulling you by the wrist as you giggle and follow him behind the shack where he had set up. 

Resting in a sort of sitting position on the hammock he beckons you closer with two fingers, and chock full of giddiness and alcohol you follow, letting him wrap his hands around your middle, his face resting between your tits as a playful hand squeezes your ass that is deliciously spilling out of your jean shorts. 

The alcohol has made you pliable, a cute ragdoll for him to play with. Skimpy top pulled roughly down to expose your pretty tits to him, he bites and sucks your nipples, taking whatever he wants from you as the hammock swings back and fort gently suspended in the air. The more he squishes your soft flesh, the more eager he gets. Fuck, it had been a while since his last conquest. 

The scoreboard in his locker mocks him once more. 

When he feels your hand unbuttoning his jeans and reaching for his now fully hard cock he cannot contain himself anymore — he needs to feel your clench around his cock now. 

Forgetting about the location and unusual bed replacement he’s using, he confidently (too confidently) pulls you onto his lap, only for the hammock to betray him and twist under the weight of both of you, gravity adding to this nightmare scenario as you both end up on the grass face first. 

You crawl out from the tangles mess, rubbing at your face where it had made contact with the grass and cover yourself up in the process, suddenly way too sober and aware of your actions.

Cock out and ass in the air as his neck strains to support his upper body, Denki is still tangled in the hammock, groaning in his futile attempt to stand upright and far away from the wretched hammock. 

A bright flash startles both of you followed by loud cheering and laughter. “I knew you were gonna try that, you fucking dweeb.” Touya laughs, snapping a few more pictures before Denki gets hismelf out from the compromising position, tucking his dick back into his jeans as quickly as he could. “Listen to me next time — don’t fuck on a god damn hammock.”

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[crowborn666-writes]

Lessen Your Pain

(Started this a long while ago when I first found Golden Hour by JVKE. So have some childhood Shoto)

Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Romantic

Summary: You and Shoto always shared each other’s pain, and you hoped he shared your love as well.

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His burn was the one thing he never let you feel. He let you feel every bruise, cut, or broken bone he’d ever sustained, allowing you to share his pain, lessen the damage done by his father to replace with your love and care.

But the burn over his eye? Never. No matter how much you tried to convince him, he never let you touch the burn.

You were confused and tiny bit upset at first, but over time you got used to it.

His mother adored you, from the little time you spent getting to know her, the same for his siblings. His father however was… more neutral towards you.

So long as you weren’t softening up Shoto or disrupting his trading, Enji couldn’t care if you were visiting or not.

As you grew, you wondered if your own parents intimidated the Number Two hero, seeing as they were well respected heroes themselves.

Nonetheless, after you and Shoto graduated middle school, you half expected to not see him for a long time, as he was headed to UA.

So when your own letter from UA came, needless to say you were surprised.

Shoto had been recommended to UA, and in turn he recommended you for a support course.

Your quirk was called Pain Transfer. You could take one person’s pain and share it with yourself or others, lessening the pain one could be in. Extremely useful in calming down people who are gravely injured. The only downside was you could only transfer one persons pain at a time.

You were nervous as you stepped through UA’s grand doors, barely getting a chance to see inside the main foyer when Shoto was there in front of you, giving you a small smile.

To you, it was the brightest one.

Classes passed quickly, and when you returned to Shoto at lunchtime, there he was with a nasty looking scraped elbow, bandaged by Recovery Girl, and doing his best to ignore it and focus on his food.

You sat down, and wordlessly took his elbow, tilting your head in silent question. At his nod, you activated your quirk, splitting his pain halfway. His pain dulled to a small sting, and you gained just as much.

You felt warm doing your childhood ritual again, even if you were holding his cold side.

“Who’s this, Todoroki?”

You glanced over, cheeks full of soba as three students walked up. Shoto glanced up the same time you did, giving a small, tentative wave to the three.

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), a childhood friend.”

The three were two boys and a girl, one tall boy in glasses gazed at you with curiosity and the other rather plain looking boy sported a head of deep green hair, the girl’s brown hair was styled into a bob and her warm smile split into her round cheeks.

“Oh wow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Uraraka Ochako! The one in glasses is Iida Tenya, and this plain looking boy is Midoriya Izuku!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (L/n)!”

“I’m not plain looking…”

The three sat down, the group telling you how the hero course is going as you all are together.

“So I’m guessing you all are becoming friends with Shoto?” You asked, oblivious to your friend’s slight panic.

“Something like that.” Izuku replied, just before your gaze was taken by Tenya speaking up.

“Are you using a quirk right now?”

“Oh! Yeah, I can share or transfer pain with my quirk. So I’m sharing Shoto’s roughed up elbow here, we’ve done this since we were kids.”

Tenya’s eyes lit up as he smiled. “That’s very interesting! That sounds like a wonderful quirk—Midoriya put the book away it’s time to be eating.”

“Oh but c’mon!”

“You can get data later! Where that book even comes from anyway?”

You giggled at their antics, the four of you completely unaware of Shoto’s smile, hidden behind his bowl of soba.

Lunch and the rest of your classes ended soon enough, and just like you’d done since you were little kids, you walked home together with Shoto.

You glanced over at him midway into the walk, finding his expression downcast.

“Are you alright, Sho? You look like you’re thinkin’ pretty hard.”

He turned to you, a small smile forming on his face. “I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“About what? Can I be nosy?”

He hummed to himself, nibbling his lip as his thinking face returned, debating in his head.

“Mmm, no.” He replied, darting forward to peck a kiss to your nose. “You can’t be nosy, and now you’ve got something to think about too.”

You spluttered, face turning red. “Shoto what was that?!”

“Think about it and get back to me?”

“Shoto!”

A minute of quiet settled between you both, comfortable and not heavy.

“Love you too, Shoto.”

Now it was Shoto’s turn to turn red in the face, but he slipped his hand into yours, a smile still on his face.

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[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2022.

Day 7 - When he’s away.

Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part two: Like it was (Izuku Midoriya)

Summary/prompt: Person A (you) and Person B (Bakugou) are having sex, but Person B cannot leave any marks on Person A. If so Person A's spouse (Midoriya) will find out and lose it.

Word count: 2.4k

CW: NSFW and adult content, cheating, loveless marriage, dark!izuku, slightly breeding kink, angst, dilf!Katsuki, love bite, choking, yelling, slightly oral f!receiving and nipple play.

You laid in your unnecessarily large bed with the sheets pulled all the way over your head while you hugged yourself, you were all alone, your husband was gone on a ‘business trip’… other words he was spending the weekend with his mistress. You weren’t mad, you had no reason to be, after all your relationship with Midoriya Izuku was always merely a PR stunt that had been suggested by All Might, the stunt however had just gone too far and now you were both stuck in a loveless pathetic excuse of a marriage, but despite it all you weren’t mad, you had it quite well, Izuku was a kind and thoughtful husband, he’d always take you out on dates, he’d buy you very expensive gifts and he respected your wish to not have children despite wanting them himself, however even with the happiness you shared with each other and more importantly with the public it wasn’t enough and Izuku busied himself with work most of the hours of the day. So you began to pull away physically, but you hadn’t cut him off completely until you became aware of his emotional affair with Uraraka Ochako, that very quickly became a physical affair after you cut off any kind of intimacy.

You heard a thud and then loud scratching just outside your window, you sat up in panic and looked to the window, you instantly thought about the time a fan of your husband tried to break into your house, you panic picked up and you ran out of your room and to the home phone. Izuku made a small phone book for you in case of emergencies, you flipped through the paper landing on several numbers until settling on dialling a number, you held the phone up to your ear with shaky hands, it rang… and rang… and rang, before someone answer. “What do you want Midoriya?!” Growled the voice on the other end of the phone. “Uhh, it’s not Izuku… it’s me… y/n… his wife” you spoke in a quiet shaky whisper, “you sou- I mean what’s wrong?” Bakugou cut himself before sighing, you gulped before continuing on, “there’s weird noises outside my window, I think someone’s trying to break in” you whispered and you heard bakugou rustling for something. “Where’s the damn idiot?” Bakugou asked as you here a car door slam shut and an ignition start, “he’s out on a business trip… with her” you dropped down to the floor and sat the with the phone pressed to your ear, you heard Bakugo click how tongue “can you come please? I’m scared” you whispered and you hummed “I’m just around the corner” he said and you heard his car revving before you the was a loud screech outside and a car door slamming shut, you stood to your feet and ran to the front door opening it to find Bakugou slipping on one of his gauntlets, “down this side” you walked out not bothering with slippers or any other kinds of foot wear. Bakugou walked down the side of the big house with you following after him, suddenly he stopped before he burst into laughter, “what… what is it?” You asked as you tried to look around him to see what it was, he then leant down and quickly scooped up what he was the cause of the noise, the thing let of a hiss and a grumble “oi shut up!” Bakugou grumbled right back at the thing he was cradling. You both began to walk to the front of the house, “go in and get a towel, the little bastard is freezing” he chuckled and this caused you to run inside, getting a fresh warm towel from the dryer before running back to the front door, only to find Bakugou slipping his shoes off and stepping in. “You left muddy footprints on the front” Bakugou chuckled as he took the towel from you a swaddled the small creature in the towel, “what is it? Is it dangerous?” You asked as he finished wrapping up the little mud ball, “nah not dangerous, just a cold, tired and hungry kitten… think you can put the little guy up for the night?” He asked with a smile as he continued to cradle the kitten like a baby, “I’ll even stay to help you” he winked and you smiled holding your arms out, he placed the kitten in your arms and you walked off the to bathroom with Bakugou following you after getting his belongings from his car and brought them in before following you.

You filled your guest bathroom sink with warm water, before unwrapping the happily sleeping kitten and dipping him in, he let of a cry and began to struggle, “oi stop that… or you’ll drown!” Bakugou growled at the kitten and it stopped struggling be continued to cry looking at the man with big yellow eyes, “alright stop whinging, here step aside” he chuckled as he grabbed the small cat and began scrubbing it clean, the cat instantly stopped crying and allowed the man to bath it, you grabbed a new towel and your hair dryer before setting everything up on the couch, before going to the kitchen to cook some rice porridge, as you cooked you could see Bakugou on the couch with the kitten drying it and playing with it. “Smells good, what is it?” Bakugou walked into the kitchen with the kitten in his arms just as you were putting the leftover chicken and vegetables from the other night into the large pot, “just rice porridge with chicken and vegetables” you smiled and Bakugou hummed, you then picked up a small piece of chicken that fell on the bench and fed it you the kitten, the little monster almost bit your finger off but you were help to see it eating. You pulled out two bowls and a small saucer, you filled up the bowls and placed them on the table before putted a small amount of food on saucer and leaving it on the bench before laying out a news paper and a table mat on top of it before putting the saucer on it, you finished setting the table with toppings and cutlery before calling for Bakugou. The man placed the kitten down and watched as it ran full speed towards the saucer set out for it, bakugou chuckled as he took his own seat before saying his thanks and eating, “how are you so good with him?” You asked and bakugou smiled “this is gonna sound weird but he reminds me of my daughter” he chuckled, “she acts the exact same way” he looked down at the small cat stuffing it’s face, “do you get to see her often?” You asked remembering the really messy break up him and his ex-girlfriend had, the court leaned in her favour for custody, “yeah every other weekend and work leave” he forced a smile and you nodded before apologising, bakugou however waved you off.

When bakugou finished his second lot of food you took the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink before walking to the bathroom and setting the bath water temperature, you told Bakugou the bath was running and it’d be ready soon, the man nodded and left for the bathroom. You sat on the couch with the kitten laying on your lap, the little fluff ball laid on his back his little tummy bulging from all the food he ate, you smiled and hummed a little melody as you rubbed under his chin, you heard the bath door open and looked over to see bakugou in some sweatpants and a towel over his shoulders, the man walked up behind the couch you were on and chuckled, “well he’s settled in nicely” bakugou walked around and sat on the other couch, you placed the small kitten on a blanket before looking to bakugou, “thank you for everything, I don’t always like being alone” you smiled and bakugou clicked his tongue, “it’s nothing but if you really hate being alone, don’t let him leave… he’s your husband it’s his job to stay with you” he frowned and folded his arms over his chest, you shook your head “no, no… I had no reason to stop him, he said it was work, I can’t argue with work and besides he doesn’t know I know” you sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest, “why do you even let him? Why act like the happy little wife? You love him right? Why let another woman have what’s yours?” Bakugou asked in frustration and you only shook your head, “he was never mine, we never loved each other… so when he started pulling away, I didn’t care enough to stop him… I mean I pretty much pushed him into her arms when I completely stopped having sex with him…” you went silent for a moment before taking a shaky breath and continuing “I just knew by the way he held me, that he didn’t want me… I just wanted to feel wanted but he wasn’t going to give me that, so I wasn’t going to give him an outlet for all his pent-up feeling for her” you stood and walked towards the door before stopping behind Bakugou noticing his hair was still wet, you grabbed the towel on his shoulders and began drying his hair, “the guest room is set for whenever your ready” you let go of towel and left the living room.

There was a knock on your bedroom door, “come in” you called and the door opened as Bakugou stepped in and sat on your bed, “I wanted to apologise, you share a lot of personal insecurities with me and I feel like I almost took advantage of that” he sighed and grabbed your hand, “I also want you to know, you are wanted… if I’m being honest I want you more then anything right now” he grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, you blushed before jumping onto the man. You lay on your side one of your legs over bakugou’s shoulder as he thrust a steadily yet hard into you, “oh bakugou…” you moan as his thumb found you clit and rubbed it slowly, your hips feel tired and heavy from the pressure and force of bakugou’s thrusts, “it’s Katsuki… call me Katsuki” he groaned as he grabbed a hold of your other leg and moved it to his other shoulder before leaning into you and rested he face between your breasts. “Katsuki… I’m close” you moan as you felt Bakugou’s hot breath tickle your breasts, he whispered for your to cum before he took a nipple into his mouth, this sent you over the edge and you came, you gripped his hair as your legs shook, you hadn’t came like this is a long time it felt good… so good you didn’t want it to stop. Coming down from your high you looked Bakugou in the eyes “Katsuki… fuck me like there’s no tomorrow” you demanded as a blush appeared on your face, the blonde laughed and did as instructed, before you knew it night became morning and you were both covered in sweat.

You walked into the bathroom and set the bath water, Bakugou walked into the bathroom with a smile as he grabbed your hips and pressing into you, “you got a text from Izuku” he passed you the phone, you read the text and sighed “you’re gonna have to go… he’ll be back in half an hour” you frowned however bakugou chuckled before leaning back and kissing down your back, you hummed before letting out a squeak as he suck a kiss on your shoulder blade, before continuing down your back, the man spread your cheeks and giving your abused cunt some soft licks before standing up and dressed into his clothes from last night, leaving you desperate for more. You quickly shook out of your daze and cleaned up the house, you mopped up the muddy footprints, changed the bedding and fed the kitten before getting into the bath. As you finished bathing you heard Izuku enter the house, “I’m home… oh did you get a cat while I was away?” He called as he walked through the house and into the bedroom, “the house looks great, what’s the occasion?” He asked as he stepped into the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror naked rubbing lotion into your skin, “no occasion, it’s just the little guy was all dirty… me and bakugou also left muddy footprints everywhere as we brought him inside” you spoke looking at Izuku through the mirror, he nodded “so Kacchan was here?” He questioned as he stepped right behind you, “yeah I thought someone was trying to break in, so I called him… turns out it was just the little guy” you smiled and kissed Izuku cheek before reaching for your toothbrush, the man looked down your back before he noticed a red mark, he pressed his index finger against it “what’s this?!” He snarled and you turned to look noticing the love bite left by Bakugou, “I have no idea” you say in a shaky tone. Suddenly you were grabbed by the back of the neck and dragged out of the bathroom and shoved onto the bed, Izuku got on top of you effectively pinning you down with his weight, he then grabbed your throat “you fucked him didn’t you… you damn skank, you won’t so much as touch me but you’ll open right up for him!” He yelled in your face and tighten his grip on your throat, “did you let him go raw?” Izuku calmed himself and you shook your head, “good… good, I’ll let you sleep with him but if you ever let him go raw… I’ll fucking kill the both of you” he whispered and you nodded feeling tears in your eyes, izuku got up off the and walked into the bathroom, “because of my generosity I expect you to give me children, so stop taking the pill… got it” he snapped as he looked right at you his eyes glowing a dangerous green, you nodded as you began to cry. You weren’t exactly sure what you had gotten yourself into but it certainly wasn’t good.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 6 - neighbour wars:kento nanami

Day 8 - Hunger:Satoru Gojo

#bnha #mha #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #midoriya izuku #izuku mydoria #Katsuki bakugou x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Tangled Hearts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uRQj46U by zanarkandskylines { a kiribaku x reader modern au series } Set in the Japanese country side, Bakugo and kirishima are happily married in their 30s. Bakugo's a successful fashion designer while Kirishima is a personal trainer and owner of the local gym, as well as a volunteer firefighter. They're content in life until the day you show up at Kirishima's gym - a new face to town they he doesn't recognize. A few yoga classes, casual conversations and a home cooked dinner later, you've befriended them both seamlessly. Things are effortless to the three of you, bonding faster than they've ever experienced with a new person. Little did any of you know just how entangled you'd end up in each other's lives. Words: 2710, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Reader, Jirou Kyouka, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Reader Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Married Couple, Polyamory, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Polyamorous Character, Mutual Pining, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Crushes, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Cook, Married Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Feel-good, Aged-Up Character(s), Depression, Anxiety read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uRQj46U

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

[sero-pairo]

Pieces | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

by dokidokiboke

“He did a shitty fucking job at protecting me, considering he fucked my best friend.” You scoffed. Katsuki’s lips curved up at the corner before he became serious again.

“Listen,” A light blush spread across his cheeks. You tilted your head to show that you were in fact, listening. “In the.. brief time we were hanging out on a regular basis.. I’ve.. I’ve always been attracted to you.” Your eyes widened and he looked away. “To be honest it’s really fucking shitty, and selfish of me to tell you this and take advantage of you while your vulnerable. After being cheated on. But.. I just..” He turned back to you and squished your cheeks together, “I want to help you pick up the pieces.. If you’ll let me.” You sat there in shock, once again fighting off tears.

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Or, Deku cheats on reader after two years of being together, and Katsuki shoots his shot.

Words: 5963, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Cheating, Past Relationship(s), Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Fluff and Smut, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Mean Midoriya Izuku, Mean Uraraka Ochako, Revenge Sex, Porn With Plot, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Voyeurism, Birth Control, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Anxiety Disorder, Alternate Universe - College/University, Model Bakugou Katsuki, Famous Bakugou Katsuki, Famous Midoriya Izuku, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/314M2xY

#seroroki #todosero #todoroki shouto #sero hanta #serotodo #todoroki x sero #sero x todoroki #bnha #m

[spacecatchako]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“hey, babe?”

uraraka turns to me in our shared bed. she’d just slipped her mittens on and was getting ready to nod off. even though we have been together for almost a year now, she still feared sleeping mittenless and making me or something else levitate.

“when im with you, i already feel like im floating.”

she giggles and groans at the pun, covering her eyes with an arm. i laugh at the reaction i ellicited before cuddling her closer.

“sweet dreams, pretty girl. i love you.”

uraraka hums and nuzzles my neck. we fall asleep in our shared embrace.

#uraraka x reader #my hero academia uraraka #mha sfw #my hero x reader #my hero academia drabble #selfship #my hero academia scenario #uraraka ochako #ochako uraraka #mha ochako #fluff #bnha fluff #boku no hero acedamia #f/o x si #imagine that before this uraraka was talking about how she didnt want us to float away and get hurt

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Kaminari NO | BNHA Textfic

Kaminari NO | BNHA Textfic by J3LL03 SQU1SH

This is a W.I.P lawl be patient ——— Class 1A [ + Shinsou ] got a group chat woo, this is not a ‘x reader’ bc I will just actually cry. Anyways this Kaminari centric bc Stan him🙏🙏🙏 ——— More tags eventually

Words: 579, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Class 1-A, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Asui Tsuyu, Bakugou Katsuki, Hagakure Tooru, Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Koda Koji, Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru, Ojiro Mashirao, Sero Hanta, Shouji Mezou, Todoroki Shouto, Tokoyami Fumikage, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Bisexual Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Texting, Textfic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crack

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39229188

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami #♥ #Shinkami #Kiribaku #⚡ #⚣ #A:J3LL #Chat Fic #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

[ao3feed-izch]

Traitor| Uraraka Ochako x Reader

by Kumiquat

Turn's out, building furniture is actually not that hard, sure there's extra parts and sure you're not exactly sure where there supposed to go, but the bed is up and that's all that matters . . . Ochako can't build Ikea furniture so you help

Loosely based on Olivia Rodrigo's Traitor

Words: 1641, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Sour Songfic Album, but not really since this is fanfic and not music

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Reader, Original Characters

Relationships: Uraraka Ochako/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Uraraka Ochako can't build an Ikea bed

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54577264

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

[ao3feed-toshinko]

Truly A Hero (Bakugo Katsuki x OC)

by xxPeachiePie11280812

Japan's number one hero has fallen. The symbol of peace has fought his last fight, and won. However, only with the help of Aviva Aoki, a young girl born to a villain, and one of Japan's most well known murderers. The Ghost. She jumped into the battle, shielding the symbol of peace from All for One’s blows. She kept him fighting, risking her own life for the hero. What happens when he convinces her to join UA? Will the pressure of her family line scare her away? Or will she follow the path to become a hero?

Words: 6029, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nezu, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Original Female Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Anxiety Attacks, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Violence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50377498

#ao3feed #toshinko #all might #yagi Toshinori #Inko Midoriya

[ao3feed-todoiideku-deactivated]

Mha Smutshots and Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rFQA7pm

by SadAddict

Class 1-A Smutshots, Oneshots, Headcanons, x readers and Fluffs

  [I do not own Mha or their characters]

Words: 1076, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ojiro Mashirao, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi, Reader

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki/Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki/Reader, Sero Hanta/Reader, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Reader, Ojiro Mashirao/Shinsou Hitoshi, Ojiro Mashirao/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Ojiro Mashirao

Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Smut, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Dekusquad (My Hero Academia), Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Kinks

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rFQA7pm

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #todoiida

[k-atsukibakugou]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚

more than a friend | o.uraraka – k-atsukibakugou

‘so fucking confusing the way that she texts me, keeps saying “i love you,” wish she really meant it, sometimes she comes over, we call it a girls night, when she takes her clothes off, I know that shes my type’It’s such a cliche isn’t it? Falling in love with your best friend, who’s dating someone else. How can you help it, though, when Ochako is as sweet as she is. more than a friend ~ girli // sleepover ~ hayley kiyoko // blondes ~ peach prc // fuck up the friendship ~ leah kate

pairing: ochako uraraka x f!reader (no pronouns used) w/c: 2.1k warnings: sfw, lesbian reader, underage drinking, making out, fantasising, mutual pining notes: i'm so sorry, this was like one of my first fics writing again after not doing it for 3 years lmao crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK

The common-room lit up in colourful flashes of reds, purples, blues and pinks with the occasional orange and yellow, lighting up each of the students as the crowd grew celebrating the end of the year, another year closer to heroship. Classes 1-A and 1-B easily identifiable to you as you enter, quickly moving out of the way of Kirishima’s red hair bounding towards the blond boy that entered right behind you.

‘Denki!’ Everyone already in the common-room cheered for the blond holding up another case of sake in his arms, chuckling to yourself, you made your way through the crowd of the 1-A boys gathering around Denki, eager to open the colourful cardboard case of the alcoholic beverage. Working around the outside circle of the room, you greeted your classmates from 1-A and B as you made your way to the centre table, packed full of non-alcoholic drinks and snacks each student bought, ‘Or made.’ You thought to yourself, looking at Sato’s chocolate cupcakes on a plate in the centre. Eager to grab a drink of your own after the stress of your last year at U.A. A flash of neon pink lit up the doorway as it opened again, the green hair of Deku and the brunette hair of Uravity were tinted by the neon lights. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a smile as you watched the pair step into the room, your eyes, and smile, dropping to their joined hands as they entered, both holding food for the growing group of to-be heroes in the dorm in their other hands.

Almost subconsciously, you reached to tidy your mussed hair as you watched the brunette break away from Midoriya, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she greeted everyone in the room, just as you had, your smile returning when your eyes met hers. Soon, Ochako was joining you at the edge of the table, setting down the snacks behind the plate of cupcakes you were just admiring, the back of her hand brushing against yours, both of you looking back up to the other at the feeling, Ochako smiling while you stared at her eyes for a moment before shaking your head and returning her smile.

‘Hey, trouble.’ You greeted her with your signature blood-red smile that you saved just for her. You’re not sure when it started, but somehow now, she was the only one to draw such a genuine smile from you. Ochako blushed and turned her face away from your gaze to tidy the snacks she’d just sat on the table, opening one packet of chips immediately to grab a few to begin snacking on, keeping her gaze down for a moment longer before locking her brown eyes with yours again.

‘You ready to party?’ You asked her with a more mischievous smile than the one you greeted her with, handing her a red raspberry drink out of the cooler beside you that Mina brought from her room

‘You’re the best, Y/N.’ She smiled and nodded, tilting the neck of her drink to yours with a clink of the glass bottles in your hands before making your way back into the crowd to the rest of your class, your eyes lingering on her face a little too long as she led you by your hand to the centre of everyone.

—

As the night went on and most to-be-heroes returned to their own rooms and homes, most 1-A remained in the common-room, sat in a strange, uneven circle; Bakugou and Mina spread across the three-person couch, Tsu, beside Mina, on the arm of the couch, and Kirishima leaning against the couch beside Bakugou and Kaminari on the couch beside that, his arm thrown over the back of the couch behind Yao-momo’s shoulders and Izuku beside her, with Ochaco leaning on the couch beside his legs on the floor and you beside her with Todoroki then next to you completing the strange circle around the table with Hagakure, Ojiro, Mineta, Sero, Jirou and Tokoyami on the ground between between the two girls, the rest of the class returning to their own rooms. The party had calmed down exponentially as it got later into the evening, everyone going from dancing with one another to sitting as they were now, talking across the room or the people beside them as you all ate and drank the remaining snacks left. You sat quietly, sipping on the last few mouthfuls left in the glass bottle while the rest of the class tried to find something to waste the last few hours of the night playing; Mineta had already suggested spin the bottle, suck and blow, and seven minutes in heaven, to which everyone rolled their eyes at, before the class agreed on ‘Never Have I Ever’, a party classic.

Handing Ochako a bottle of a tropical soft drink, you sat yourself back in your spot beside her with another, now full fruity sake in your hand, the edges of your vision already going slightly fuzzy with the alcohol in your system as you unscrewed the top of the next one in preparation for the game, knowing most of the class would use it to make one another drink with targeted questions, you giggled at your own confirmation at the first question of the game; Sero’s ‘Never have I ever dyed my hair!’.

Ochako laid her head on your shoulder after a few swigs of her drink in the game, a playful shove of her elbow into your body when you claimed ‘Never have I ever vomited in a U.A exam.’, yet she still let her leg rest atop your own, giggling to herself with another sip at something Mina proclaimed, you didn’t hear it, you were too busy trying to control your beating heart and the rushing blood in your ears. No matter the length of your friendship, your heart still flew to your throat whenever Ochako laid on you, or held your hand, or even looked at you, really, always taken aback by her beauty.

‘Never have I ever had to see Recovery Girl 14 times in a week!’ someone yelled from across the room, eliciting a groan from Izuku and a laugh from everyone else as he sat forward to defend himself while sipping from the bottle, ‘It was not 14 times.’ With his movement and Ochako leaning on his leg, she was pushed even closer to you.

Her sweet perfume and the smell of the fruity drink in her hands filled your senses, her laughing face all you saw in the room, everyone else part of a fog as you stared at her with glassy, tipsy eyes. You stared as the corners of her eyes squinted with her contagious smile, stared at the warm pink hue of her cheeks, the slight blush down her neck and at the tips of her ears and her warm hands on you as she stabilised herself against your body, her whole torso leaning on yours now. Your gaze followed further down her body, not even thinking of anything other than her warmth, you’d seen her a hundred times before, even her hero suit leaving less to the imagination than the casual outfit she wore now, but still she had you stuck in a trance, forever captivated by the way she smiled at you. You lifted your hand to brush the hair that fell onto her face behind her ear, your cheeks flushing when she turned her smile to you at your touch.

Letting your fingertips linger on your jaw for a moment, all you could think of was kissing her smiling lips, so what if Deku was behind her… and the rest of the class was here… and you didn’t even know if she wanted you, too. Fuck. You couldn’t. No matter how kissable she looked with the red tint to her lips from the raspberry drink you got for her earlier in the night.

Her eyes met yours, the same shine you had in your own reflected back at you.

Does she feel the same?

The thought echoed through your head, your head tilting ever so slightly towards her as you thought for a moment longer what her lips would feel like on yours, the peach scented lip balm that always made her lips shine like it was a lip gloss instead, would her kiss taste like peach? Or was the raspberry still on her lips?

She was the first to break eye contact, turning back to the group with her eyes squinted in a smile that spread from ear to ear, you didn’t even hear her response to Tsu, deafening adrenaline still rushing through your body at the drunken fantasy of finally admitting your feelings to her.

‘Excuse me for one sec,’ You shook the empty glass bottle with a flash of your smile to the group, hoping the excuse of going to get another drink would give you a moment alone to stop thinking of Ochako’s– no, she’s just a friend.

You couldn’t help it, every spare moment you thought of her, her smile, her texts, her eyes, her voice, her perfume, everything about her, your brain growing foggier around any image that wasn’t of her, her face always staying clear in your mind, the first thing you saw of a morning, and the last of a night, crushing on her since your eyes first locked with hers at the U.A entrance exam.

You glowed neon red, it felt like, whenever any of the girls asked you which of the U.A boys had you acting so jittery and nervous everyday in your first year, just as she had whenever anyone asked about her and Izuku. You saw the way she looked at him across rooms, fields, the way she spoke about him. Always the same way you did about her. 

‘God I just want to scream “I like you”!’ You growled in frustration, your voice echoing slightly in the, what you thought to be, empty hallway.

‘You okay? You’ve been gone for a while.’ 

Her voice made your attention quickly snap back to the corner of the hallway, where she stood, a look in her eye you couldn’t identify yet, was she worried? Tipsy? Secretly in love with me?

‘I…I’m…’ Deep breath, just tell her, she’s been your best friend for three years!

You took a step towards her, close enough to touch her if you wanted to, if she wanted to. You sucked in a deep, nervous breath.

‘Ilikeyou.’ it was spat out like one never-ending word, instead of the three you meant it to be. Without looking away from her soft brown eyes, you absentmindedly reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers for her comforting warmth as she stepped even closer again, out of view of the party continuing at the other end of the hallway. Her chest brushed against yours, pressing harder to yours with each nervous breath from each of you.

Your eyes flicked down to her lips, her breath fanning across your lips at the small distance between you, the raspberry still on her tongue, just as your breath did to hers, your eyes meeting again for a split moment before you both leaned into one another, your mind's blank of anything other than each other as your lips melded to hers, slotting perfectly against one another, like you were built for one another.

Fuck, her lips were softer than you ever could have imagined. Your free hand reached up to rest at her jaw, the lightest of touches brushing over her skin, almost unsure of how to touch her.

To your surprise, she melted into your lips, melted into your hold on her jaw, her hand dropping to your waist, pulling you with her until her back gently met the wall, her lips stealing your breath as you deepened the kiss again, her lips parting to let you, letting go of her hand to steady yourself against the wall with your chest still pressed to hers. Ochako squeezed your hip and the pair of you pulled back from the kiss, chests heaving with deep breaths, your sparkling eyes meeting hers again, only this time you knew what the sparkle in her eye was, without a doubt in your mind. Your lips met hers again feverishly, hardly allowing yourself to breathe, only wanting to keep your lips on hers and your hands running down her side.

Pulling yourself away, you pressed gentle kisses over her jaw, attempting to catch your breath, listening to her deep breaths, leaving your hand resting on her hip, her hand above your own, her beautiful, contagious, soft smile stuck on her lips.

‘I like you, too.’ 

— ‘Y/N? You okay?’ Snapping out of your daydream, you heard Ochako’s voice calling you from the end of the hallway, and the sounds of small wooden blocks falling to the ground, now you paid attention. Lifting yourself off the wall, your fingertips brushed over your lips once more, wishing it was her lips on you instead of just your imagination.

‘Yeah, trouble, I'm coming.’

This girl’s got me all messed up.

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[ao3feed-kiribaku]

How To Love | Shouto Todoroki x Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/exLTOHq by hooman_does_cosplay (Y/N) is a quirkless 25 year old. She is best friends with Izuku Midoriya due to the fact that they grew up together. (Y/N) owns a small cafe and one day Izuku visits her when she's working. Izuku has planned a reunion with class 1-A and invites (Y/N). There (Y/N) meets and interacts with Todoroki Shoto. How will their relationship develop? Will they become friends or more? Words: 1703, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Toga Himiko, Asui Tsuyu, Tokoyami Fumikage Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Todoroki Shouto & Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Romance, Eventual Romance, Points of View, POV Multiple, Reader-Insert, Quirkless Reader (My Hero Academia), Manga & Anime read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/exLTOHq

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[sopht-midoriya]

Just Friends

Ochako Uraraka X Fem!Reader

Synopsis: There’s no way your just friends. Not in any way, shape or form. So why do you keep denying it?

Warning(s): fluff + swearing

Word Cnt: 1090+

A/N: this is waayyyyyy shorter than I wanted it to be but oh wellll I still kinda like the way it came out so. I hope you guys enjoy this my darlings so let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

There’s no way.

There’s absolutely no fucking way your just friends.

Mina couldn’t fathom it. It didn’t make sense. You two were perfect for each other and yet everyone saw it but you two.

Everyone could tell by the flushed faces and stuttered sentences at the mere mention of the other person.

Soft yet giddy giggles rang throughout the room, the overexcited voices clashing against one another and bouncing gracefully on the walls. The overwhelming smell of different perfumes mixing ungracefully and creating an unwanted stench to any passersby nose. 

The remnants of pillow feathers floating aimlessly through the air, a telltale sign of your harsh pillow fight only minutes ago. The previously loud portable speaker sitting uselessly on the desk, no longer blasting cliché pop and club music, the volume on a low setting with some popular boy band love song floating through the small circular speakers. 

“Okay, okay!” Mina shouted. Her shrill voice piercing through everyone’s conversations. “Next topic.” She paused. A hand coming up to stroke her chin, her golden hues sliding shamelessly across the room and her hyperactive mind hastily scanning through the embarrassing topics she has hidden in storage safely tucked away at the back of her mind, just waiting for the perfect moment to come out and embarrass her victim. 

As her mischievous gaze settled on the dreamy look settled on Ochako’s face, she immediately knew what topic she would be pulling out of storage today. 

“Next topic,” she started looking around, giving knowing looks to the girls surrounding her. “crushes.” 

Mina had found herself quite happy with the results she got; a few groans, a few squeals of excitement along with a couple bright blushes.

“First victim is,” Hagakure started, extending the ‘s’. “Uraraka!”

“W-What?!” She questioned, startled by the sudden exclamation of her name.

“Who’s your crush Uraraka?” Mina questioned. She watched as Ochako opened her mouth, ready to protest. “And don’t try to say you don’t have one!! We know you do!” Mina exclaimed.

“Midoriya?”

“Iida?”

“Yokoyami?”

“Tsuyu?”

“Kirishima?”

“Bakugou?”

They all continued suggesting names, waiting and hoping for a reaction to at least one of them. When it turned to be fuitless, Mina and Jirou looked at each other, a quick nod coming from both of them, before Jirou suggested next.

“(Y/N)?”

They watched happily as Uraraka’s gaze slowly slipped over to you, a small smile slipping over her lips as she watched you laugh and joke around with Momo.

Feeling a blush rising, she tried to subtly push her hands against her cheeks. Her mouth parted, a small, broken and barely audible “no” slipping through her chapped lips.

—

The encouraging comments. 

You laughed at the bright blush covering her face. You watched as she tried to stutter out a reply to the cheesy pink up line, curtesy or Kamiari, you had gifted her. Chuckling you shoved her shoulder playfully. “You know I’m kidding, Ocha.” 

She giggled, her fingers gently twiddling together in a unknown pattern while she tried to keep her voice steady. “Y-yeah.” dammit. “I... I know (Y/N)-Chan. I’m just still not used to people always complimenting me...” She trailed off, hoping to change the subject before she’d most likely float away from embarrassment. 

You suddenly stopped, grabbing Ochako’s hands and enveloping them in your own. Your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her skin. The pads of your fingers gently tracing the few scars decorating her soft skin. You ignored the protestant groans of people walking behind you and stared at her. Her gorgeous hazelnut eyes wide and nervous. 

“But you should be!” you exclaimed, not caring about the curious glances from your friends as they slowly came to a stop and started spreading the situation within the large group of people from your class. You didn't notice the way half of them pulled out their phones to record this glorious moment, despite the vehement protests of Iida. “Your gorgeous Ocha! And you along with the rest of the world should know it! What’ll it take for you to believe that?” You questioned. 

Your feet unconsciously stepped closer to hers, your fingers intertwining easily with her slender digits. “Do you want me to post it on every build board in Japan? Stand at the top of the tallest building and scream at the top of my lungs that ‘Ochako Uraraka is bueatiful!’? Because I will. I will if that's what it takes to get you to believe it, Ocha.”

She swallowed nervously, her siepa hues flickering around wildly in an attempt to find something for her eyes to focus on, despite the lingering feeling of how badly she wanted to stare back at you and study every inch of your gorgeous (E/C) eyes.

“T... thank you (N/N)-Chan.” She stuttered, a smile dancing across her flushed cheeks.

—

It was all so obvious, and everyone died a little inside as another day passed and the two of you hadn’t confessed.

It had started with Mina running into Bakugou. Then into Kirishima. Then into Kaminari, then Midoriya, then Iida and so on. Soon nearly your entire class had been packed into the two elevators and was making their way down for breakfast. 

As the large group of cranky teens stepped out of the elevator, a sudden thought had occurred to a few of them as they realized the kitchens were empty. 

“Hey guys, where (L/N) and Uraraka? Their normally up before this aren't they?” Midoriya asked aloud. 

Fuming, Bakugou turned to Midoriya ready to yell when a shriek cut off his rant. 

Everyone snapped their gaze over towards Mina, who stood jumping up and down with her hands flailing wildly around her head, incoherent babbles falling from her lips.

As everyone stepped closer, a large crowd of teenagers swarming the couch, they saw a pile of what they assumed to be blankets. But as Mina reached forward, her bubblegum fingers pulling the brown blanket back, everyone had a shared feeling rushing through their veins.

Happiness.

There two girls laid. You on your back with your left leg tossed over the back of the couch and your left arm resting over your head. Uraraka laid on top of you, her socked feet dangling off the arm of the couch with her left arm hanging off the side of the couch and her face buried into your stomach.

So when one special Thursday came with the group stumbling across your intermingled forms on the common room couches, everyone knew at that moment that the struggle from the past few months were completely and utterly worth it.

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