I Love The Idea Of A Support Course Izuku Who Was Always Aspiring Toward That Goal. Little Kid Izuku

seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.

eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.

when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?

and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.

Fantasy au BKDK! I had way more fun with this than i expected so I'll probably play with the au designs more in the future

Hi there, I wanted to know if you could do one with the guys reacting to a pregnancy scare. And can you pls include aizawa.

Lot of love❤️

ღPregnancy scare

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Aizawa

ʚCont: fluff, a little bit of crack⤑Back to navigation

I feel like the fandom kind of gaslit itself into forgetting that All Might is a whole ass decade older than Endeavor. And the potential there is so funny.

All Might coming back to Japan after training in the states like-

I guess I’m never gonna finish this one 😂 I started it after that panel came out where baby Toshi just DWARFS poor Izuku

on the fwb topic.. could i request a tenya one but the way he acts with yn is like nothing like just fwb 😍😿😭😻🥰😻 thank you wink

crying lightening

i.tenya

-your friend with benefits comes with wayyy more benefits.

teehee i love you too 🫶🏼🫶🏼 for the character maybe you could write hcs for shoto 🧐🧐

hiii bibi !! thank you so much for supporting my homework!! here's some headcanons for shoto!! fem! reader

SHOTO TODOROKI . . . THE PR NIGHTMARE!

— shoto is dense and his pr is ass, right? so imagine the first time he got approached by another girl while dating you and unknowingly gets the girl's hopes up and comes home with her number. and you lecture him on the fact that she just made a move on him, so the next time he’s approached like that, he’s dead serious when he goes “oh… my girlfriend told me to not accept any phone numbers.”

— speaking on being dead serious, shoto takes your every desire seriously. whether you’re joking or not, even if it’s something simple like “god i’m craving bread today” and suddenly you’re stocked with bread for the next month. he’s become attentive to detail (though it took him some time) so once he picks up on the fact that you like something be prepared.

— he is the media’s greatest nightmare because of his honesty. his hot single persona went away in an instant when he got interviewed and immediately mentioned that his biggest supporter and his motivation was his girlfriend. he has to be dragged away for media training so next time he’s asked about you, shoto can cut cut himself off with “uhh.. no comment?”

— and when he’s ALLOWED to post you and talk about you (which happens eventually) he’s always posting pictures you do not approve of. you have to create a shared photo folder called “approved <3” so he can choose pictures from there. if not, you’ll look like a gremlin on his socials.

part one

the music was loud. too loud. bass-heavy beats rattled the walls, drowning out drunken conversations and the occasional, ear-splitting whoo! from someone who’d had one too many shots. the house was packed, every square inch filled with people who weren’t you.

and yet, katsuki saw only you.

leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, your head tilted back as you laughed at something some random asshole said. katsuki barely registered the guy’s face. all he saw was the way your smile stretched wide, the way your hand rested lightly on the counter, the way you weren’t paying attention to him.

his grip on his own cup tightened.

eijiro had ditched him ages ago, somewhere between his third beer and his “dude, i gotta check on my little sister.” which meant you were supposed to be under watch. which meant you shouldn’t be standing here, giggling at some nobody like you didn’t have a six-foot, red-haired menace for a brother who was ready to kick some ass.

“off limits, dude.”

bullshit.

katsuki wasn’t the type to step in unless absolutely necessary. but this? this was necessary.

he stormed over, his presence sucking the air from the room the second he got close. the guy talking to you faltered mid-sentence, side-eyeing katsuki like he’d just realized he’d been trespassing.

“oh—uh... hey, man, what’s up?”

“scram.”

the guy blinked.

“what?”

katsuki took another step forward, eyes glinting under the dim, neon glow of the kitchen lights.

“you deaf? i said scram.”

he didn’t have to say it twice.

you rolled your eyes as your partner scurried off, not wanting to test his luck against bakugou katsuki.

“really?” you sighed, crossing your arms. “was that necessary?”

“you tell me,” katsuki muttered, his eyes flicking over you, lingering on your lips that have stopped smiling.

you looked too damn good tonight. soft, glowing skin, a dress that hugged your curves, hair falling over your shoulders like you were some kind of problem sent to ruin him.

his jaw clenched.

“he was totally harmless,” you continued, sipping your drink. “not that it’s any of your business.”

his business?

katsuki narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to keep eye contact.

“the hell it ain’t,” he muttered.

he expected you to shove him, roll your eyes, call him dramatic. instead, you just looked at him like you were finally seeing the way his fists clenched at his sides. the way his breath hitched when you leaned in, just slightly, your voice dropping to something sweeter.

“oh?” you tilted your head, lips curving mischievously. “then what is it to you, katsuki?”

fuck.

there always seemed to be something so dangerous about having his name on your lips. it made his head spin and something hot and restless coil in his stomach.

this was bad.

he exhaled, forcing his gaze away, forcing himself to move before he did something stupid.

like kiss you.

“eijiro’s looking for you,” he muttered, turning on his heel. “get your ass back to him before he starts losing his shit.”

he didn’t wait for your reaction. didn’t stick around to see the way your brows furrowed or how you chewed on your lip like you were holding something back.

he just walked away with his fists clenched yet again.

off limits, my ass.

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okay i’m glad you brought back fatgum and sw!reader because i’ve been thinking about them and how they have sex for the first time. in my mind the first time they get intimate they don’t even go “all the way.”

i’ve been picturing this scenario where fatgum says something that’s so sweet or so goofy or so something that it just kind of snaps and she can’t wait anymore. she moves in gently, give him time to turn her down if he wants, but it’s what fatgum wants more than anything in the world. so she kisses him, slow and searing and intense. crawls into his lap on his beat up old couch with the cushions that sag because nothing can hold up for too long under his true form and tries to pour everything she’s been feeling into his mouth.

and when he gets hard it’s so natural. it almost feels innocent, the least sexual thing she could possibly do in the situation. she takes her time again, gives him ample room to stop her if he wants when she pulls his cock out and strokes. he doesn’t last very long, how could he under such skilled hands, the hands of someone he’s loved for so long? the hands of someone he never thought would touch him so willingly?

and in my head she’s so high on the excitement, so confident for the first time in a long time. can’t help but ask how he feels, needs to know that he’s feeling the same electric effervescence under his skin. and it all turns sour, a sickness left in the pit of her stomach when he says he feels good and it’s a lie. when he won’t let her touch him again, even innocently, for months.

he's wanted this for so long. so. so long, but he cant help the guilt that creeps up in his ears. he's no better than the other men that use you for sex now-- he can't deny that he's ever paid for sex now.

you have your mouth around his cock and he's never ever told you his name. you think his a boxer, when he's a liar-- even worse, he knows you can smell it on him.

he can't bring himself to meet your eye. he's just like the other men, the ones that hurt you.

They make me feel so single.