ProHero Bakugou X UA Teacher Reader (best Friends To Lovers)

Something special (Takami Keigo)

Notes: f!reader, forgetting that you're dating while drunk wc: 0.7k

Keigo was celebrating, you know that. He’s the number two hero now and that’s a big deal. You had encouraged him to celebrate without you, since you still had work to and he’d probably want to celebrate with his hero friends anyway.

You were happy for him, truly. And you knew that you’d find the time to celebrate together, maybe going for a nice dinner or something. You smiled to yourself at the thought before diving back into your work.

You were just closing your computer and about to take a shower when you heard your phone ring. You pick up.

“Is this Y/n?” A familiar voice asks.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Oh it is you, thank goodness! This is Tokoyami, Hawks-san is very drunk and we need you to pick him up.”

You laugh to yourself, you can’t say you’re surprised, “Thanks for telling me,” you go to grab your car keys, “I should be there in 15 minutes.”

~

When you get to the bar, you can hear Keigo before you see him. Someone is belting out Britney Spears and you know exactly who it is. You walk towards the source of the sound and you see him, standing atop a table and singing along with the music blasting.

Tokoyami is at his foot, clearly asking him to get off the table and to stop dancing. You walk up to them as Keigo finally caves to his intern’s request and gets down.

You give him a smile, not expecting your boyfriend to glare at you. He must want to stay. You reach out to grab his arm, “Hey baby, don’t you think it might be time to go home?”

He yanks his arm out of your grasps, “Listen ma'am, I don’t know you and I’m sure you’re very nice but I’m spoken for.”

You laugh, “Keigo, it’s me, now let’s go.”

“I don’t know who you are and, frankly, I don’t appreciate how pushy you’re being.”

“Keigo,” you say more sternly, “who do you think I am?”

“I told you already! don’t know who you are but I’m sure my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate this.”

“I am your girlfriend.”

“No my girl is soooo pretty and sweet and lovely and-“

It seems like his wings start flapping to make him flutter off the ground when you interrupt him, “Does that mean I’m not pretty?”

He’s fully on the ground again, and he looks intently at your face, “You’re pretty, but you don’t have that special something she has.”

“You sure?” You tease, “why don’t you look a little closer?”

He rolls his eyes but indulges in your request, eyes scanning your face more intently. His eyes widen, “Y/n!!” He throws himself into your arms and you nearly collapse at the sudden weight. He has a pouty face, “Where were you? This girl kept trying to get me to go home with her and all I wanted was for you to save me.”

You laugh, “It doesn’t matter, how about you come home with me instead?”

“Sounds like a dream.”

Bonus:

Keigo woke up with the worst headache in the world. Although he supposed that the pain was alleviated by your presence in the bed next to him. You feel him cuddle into your back and smile, “Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

“Rough”

“I’m not surprised. You had a lot of fun last night. Although... now that you’re sober, i have a question to ask you.”

The colour drains from his face, “Oh no, did I say something wrong last night?”

You hum, “Not exactly, you just said that I wasn’t as pretty as your girlfriend, that I was lacking that something special, and I was just wondering-“

His loud groan cuts you off, “Oh my god I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe I didn’t realise you were you,” He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, “You are so pretty and so special, please don’t be mad at me.”

You turn around and give him a kiss, “I would never.”

He smiles.

You keep talking, “But if you don’t recognise me again I’ll leave you to get home by yourself.”

He laughs, “Yes ma’am.”

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Ooh that post you made abt reader telling Kiri about her assault in more depth than she does Bakugo is so interesting! I'm so curious about what her motivations would be if she did do so.

I can imagine it being for a couple of reasons, my favorite being that it's almost a way for her to get back at redacted without having to directly face him. Like she doesn't love Kiri like she does Bakugo, so she doesn't care about hurting his feelings or upsetting him by unloading her trauma on him. She can see Kiri as a direct connection to redacted. It would hurt Kiri more than it would Bakugo to hear about the horrible things this man he's revered and based his whole hero persona off of has done. And hurting people (especially someone you view as an extension of your abuser) with all of the unresolved and unhealed trauma she has probably feels really good, as immature as that sounds.

At least it feels good in the moment. Until she has to hear from Bakugo how torn up Kirishima is about it. And until she has to see how hurt Bakugo is by the fact that she confided in his friend before him

Sorry this is so long and ramble-y lmao I’ve been v invested in the TikTok reader series

NO YOU'RE EXACRLY RIGHT THIS IS EHAT I WAS THINKING!!

its an act of violence. it's purposefully upsetting Kiri, partially to flex control over the situation, partially because hurting him feels good!!!

I still don't think she says a name, but she says something like.

"He had red hair. Just like yours. I see him in your face. In that glint in your eye.

"Do you want to hurt women too, Kirishima? Are you like him?'

My guess for redacted—Lady Nagant. She got to be reformed, saved from her past. She got to restart and be a new person.

And what do you (reader) get? Erased. You never existed. Your contributions are hidden in the back of the skeleton filled closet with the rest of the Commission's old sins.

It's not that you hate her, oh no. You think sometimes you're happy for her. And other times you just wish she would evaporate into nothingness. She might be one of the only people who really understands what you've been through and that is scarier than her triple digit kill count.

Love you and your writing 💞💓🫰

cw: assault mention

I dont think it was her. but I think she was the reason that reader never told anyone.

maybe they used to have a mentor/pupil relationship. reader was supposed to be her replacement one day, someone to clean up messes just like Lady Nagant. Hawks was always the commissions favorite, but she hoped. she hoped that she was Nagant's favorite.

its weeks after it happened. [redacted] has been hovering around the commission, 'accidentally' bumping into you over and over again. it's getting hard to force a smile, so you find yourself in Lady Nagant's wake, riding her coat tails for the security.

"He's been watching you," she points out the moment you two are alone.

You nod. She just sighs and goes back to her work, adjusting the sights on her rifle- the one that isn't attached to her.

"You shouldn't make a habit-" she says it low. "Of sleeping with married men. People will think you're a slut."

Your stomach revolts and your throat goes wet with acid. It takes a moment to swallow the feeling down and mirror Nagant. How does she know? Is it the look in his eye? Or has he told people that you were with him willingly?

"I didn't-," you mumble, cool as you can. "I think he-"

A deep breath does nothing to calm your racing heart. It feels like another betrayal from your own body, fighting against what you want-

"I think he raped me."

The sentence sits heavy between you, but Lady Nagant doesn't look up from her work.

"I think you learned a valuable lesson," she says. "All of these heroes are just as vile as anyone else."

She pulls the receiver back, then lets it click forward.

"It's your fault for being stupid enough to trust a man."

PICK UP LINES | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ denki, monoma, shinso, midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

- i still have my finished my shinso & bakugou fic so gonna upload all my SMAUs heh.

congrats on 1k!! 🎞️ could i request a denki smau thats enemies to lovers? i love your writing!

on my nerves

d.kaminari

-enemies(?) to lovers

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t understand the yearning in his body when you sit next to him, this strange pull to close the distance

touchstarved!shigaraki who is still deeply, deeply terrified convinced that nothing good can come from touching him, so avoids touching you altogether

touchstarved!shigaraki who finally caves when you tell him he’s too fucking tense - “if rolling out the knots in my neck gets you to leave me the fuck alone -” (this idiot)

touchstarved!shigaraki who nearly cums in his pants when you tell him to lay on his belly, his nose in the sheets of your bed. you straddle his hips and he has to bite down on your pretty sheets to keep himself from moaning out loud

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t realize he’s grinding his cock into your mattress as your fingers gently unlock the tension in his shoulders

touchstarved!shigaraki who cums the minute your fingernails scratch against his scalp, that slight zip of pain coupled with your tender touch making him see stars - “fuck fuck fuck it feels so good, don't you dare fucking stop”

touchstarved!shigaraki who becomes a whining, shuddering mess every time you get your hands on him

Part 2 of my Erasermight fake marriage AU. I promise we do eventually get to the Erasermight

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: mayhaps perhaps i should make one for todoroki as well

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

riding dabi while praising him, telling him how amazing and powerful he is. encouraging him to get you pregnant because you know he's a good guy and he's strong enough, right? he can handle cumming inside this time, right? feeling so raw and good without the barrier of a condom...

hmkhmfh let me cook here.

minors dni, porn without plot (idc, sue me), riding, implied cremepies fawk yes, dabi uses the name pretty (like once, okay) anyways let me fuck this man please

"fuck, you're eager," dabi hisses through gritted teeth, warm palms meeting the sides of your hips as you straddle him. his voice is rough and heavy with lust, panting after having his lips connected to yours for what felt like hours. his eyes flutter and roll back ever so slightly when you sit down on top of him, the heat between your folds flush against his length.

"the one time i know exactly what i want and you're bitching," you mumble in response, only half teasing. you bend and press a heated kiss to the base of his jaw, the moan that leaves your lips muffled against scarred skin when he bucks his hips up into you.

at some point you can feel him blindly reaching for the bedside table, keeping one hand on the fat of you ass as you continue to grind your slick against him and rational thought seems to exit the room entirely.

you've been meaning to tell dabi you've started birth control. each time, however-- he gets impaitent and paranoid when you don't reach for the spot you normally store them-- and insists on using them. he may be a villain-- but he'd rather go to jail or something than have to deal with a pregnancy scare.

your hand darts out to stop him, fingers curling around his wrist and tugging it back, pinning it loosely above his head and all he can do is raise a single eyebrow at you. his chest rises and falls-- it's littered in bite marks and hickies that you know he's going to complain about tomorrow.

"don't start with me right now," he starts slowly, his voice low and on the verge of dangerous. dabi's honest enough with himself to know his pull out game would be weak when it came to you. you would end up pregnant for sure if he came inside you.

"i wanna feel it though," your head dips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. dabi hates how a chill runs directly down his spine at how seductive your tone got in the matter of seconds. "you can handle it; right, baby?"

oh, that was evil. dabi is always weak for when you call him 'baby' in that tone of yours-- the tone that drips honey and burns deliciously when it lands on his tongue. he always laps it up so eagerly, keening for more and curling more into your touch...

with the way you kiss and suck at his throat he only gets harder. he's leaking at this point, precum mixing with the slick of your arousal-- he's only waiting for the moment his tip accidentally slips right in.

and when it does, it's an immediate reaction from the both of you. his head knocks back against the pillow, yours falling into the crook of his neck as you share the same heady moan. both of you come to a still, breathing heavily and you swear you could feel his heartbeat in his throat.

"can i move?" you don't know why you're asking him. you've ridden him before, he loves when you ride him.

"it's just the fucking tip, pretty," dabi breathes out, voice strained and hardly put together. blunt fingernails dig into the meat of your ass before he shoves you downward instead of pulling you off. he's rewarded with a lewd moan from your mouth and the intoxicating heat of your cunt. "you're such a brat."

you take that as an invintation to work your magic. dragging the walls of your pussy along his length, the delightful stretch when you sit up fully causing you to mewl in response.

underneath you, dabi grunts at the sensation. he’s been told before about how it feels to go raw, having sex without the barrier or protection of a condom. he thought it was overplayed. nothing special— you always felt good. why would raw be any different?

but it is different. he can feel your cunt sucking in every inch of him with each lift and drop of your hips— you’re moving so tantalizingly slow and it knocks the wind out of him.

he understands now. there’s no way he’s going to be able to pull out now. not with you above him making those lewd faces every time his tip kisses your cervix, or how you moan so god damn loud when he throbs inside of you.

“this feels so good,” you’re panting, your voice is being interrupted by the crude sound of the skin of your ass meeting dabi’s pelvic bone. “you feel so good, baby—“

“don’t,” he hisses, though his voice is strained. “don’t fucking start with that, [y/n]—“

"it feels good doesn't it?" you taunt him, your hips are starting to move faster and you hum in delight at the view of dabi's eyes rolling to the back of his head and the muscles in his neck tightening. "you like it, don't you, dabi?"

there's a sharp sting on the flesh of your ass, you register the noise after. it causes you to pause, but with another firm slap, you pick your movements-- only this time around you're more intense and rough about it. "that's it," dabi's growling, "yeah, there we go."

he meets each of your movements with a rough snap of his hips and there's a manic looking smirk on his lips when you look down at him. he looks so sexy like this-- dark fringe sticking to his forehead and a nice flush along his cheekbones due to the extortion.

there's a heavy pool of warmth forming in your gut. "y'gonna cum in me, dabi?" you manage out, head spinning from the lewd and filthy squelching noises filling the room.

"you're in so much trouble by the way," dabi threatens through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he forces himself to focus on the rise and fall of your hips. his hands find your waist and he squeezes. "that what you want, hm? let's see if you can keep all of it inside, yeah?"

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