Well. Obviously Reader Will Never Tell Bakugo About [Redacted].. But That Doesn't Mean [Redacted] Won't

bro ur shinso smiski thing smau…….im sat, you cooked, it also inspired me lowkey… hear me out, friends with benefits but he’s down horrendous, like he feel first AND harder vibes, smau

⁀➷ FALLING | H. SHINSO

when shinso realizes he's falling for his fwb and hard

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when they have matching government mandated ankle bracelets AND a matching boyfriend parole officer

look at my new nails

bakugo x fem!reader

Inspired by this tiktok video

You just got home from getting your nails done. I fresh new set with a cute heart design set for Valentine's Day. You set your keys and purse down as you lock the front door.

"Babe are you home?" You yell into the silent house, looking for your fiancé.

Bakugo comes around the corner as you head further into the hall, almost colliding into him. "Look at my new nails! Aren't they pretty?" You give him your hand, showing off your manicure.

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles. "They look gorgeous baby." Bakugo stares into your eyes as you smile at him.

"Yeah and they were totally free!" You exclaim with joy. Your fiancé gives you a confused look, head cutely tilting to the side. "Free?"

"Mhm, Midoriya was texting me when I was getting them done and offered to pay, he even chose the design!" He stared at you in silence before saying, "Midoriya? Izuku... Midoriya? My Izuku?" His stare hardening as the seconds tick on.

"Yes your Midoriya." "YOUR MIDORIYA?!" He shouts, his hand whipping to grab his phone from his back pocket. "No YOUR Midoriya! Babe what are you doing?" You question.

"Im calling Deku and I want to know why he decided to pay for MY fiancé's nails, without even telling me." He exclaims, scrolling to find Midoriya's contact.

You stop him before he could click call. Rushing to grab the phone out of his hands before he could do anything stupid. "No babe it was a prank! He didn't pay for anything, he didnt even talking to me. I swear!" You yell out, hoping his brain wasn't clogged with rage to hear you.

He slowly lowered his phone, squinting his eyes at you as he asked, "If he didn't pay then who did." "I used your card. Check your account." You admit, using the specific card he gave you for your expenses.

He sighed deeply, shaking his head at you as he rubbed his eyes. "You're going to put me in a coma before we even get married." "Yeah but aren't the nails cute, maybe they could be my wedding set." You cheekily said, fanning your fingers in his face.

"Do that and I'll hold off the wedding just so I can redo them myself." He grumbled, walking away to the couch as he mumbled under his breath.

My wife Fuyumi

THE MEDIA THINK YOU’RE DATING THE WRONG HERO | SMAU

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Had to join the TikTok trend. Gave me the excuse to draw Bakugo’s sleeveless hero fit and teacher Deku again😂🙏

had to do this trend w them

"all might was my hero, but you were the one actually in my life"

talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her

cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse

He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."

He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.

You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.

"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"

It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."

"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.

"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."

You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."

"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."

"You're the best."

A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-

A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.

"You're bruised too."

You start at that.

"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."

Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-

"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"

"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"

You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.

"I'm not hungry."

You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."

He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--

His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.

"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."