I Overheard You - Ft. Shoto Todoroki

dating shouto is a hassle for a girl who doesn’t much like kids. 

out in public, he attracts children like a magnet–everything from toddlers to preteens, obsessed with the action hero they see on TV, always wanting him to freeze something or set something on fire, which he does so patiently, every time. he talks to them seriously in his low tone, answering the most insane questions–“have you ever hit the sun with your ice wall?”–as though they were perfectly reasonable inquiries.

worse, he seems to attract babies, everyone from izuku & ochako to momo & jirou always fobbing their babies off on him at get togethers. shouto and the baby always stare solemnly back at one another for minutes at a time, until the baby invariably drops off to sleep. you’ve never seen one cry after it’s been put in his arms, and you always end up having to feed him from your plate while he holds them, sometimes for hours.

he’s good with them, you realize. good with all of them, calm and patient when they yank on the fiery red strands of his hair or drop their drooly binkies onto his nice slacks.

it’s cute, and it reaffirms how very steady and trustworthy your boyfriend is.

you’re still not having any, and you’re not about to take over baby holding duty for him.

but it’s cute, or whatever. a hassle, but cute.

UNDERCOVER PT. 1 : BNHA SMAU . . . f ! reader / fluff / mutual pining is a dangerous disease!!!!

FEATURING ⋮ bakugou, sero, and kaminari

UNDERCOVER PT. 2 ⋮ with todoroki, kirishima, and midoriya

mina’s over at your apartment and takes over your phone while you’re sleeping. tired of the mutual pining and neither of you shooting your shot she does it for you! (thank her later!)

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : my first attempt at a smau what do u guys think?? i am too impatient to do these >< but i think it’s pretty fun! minors pls do not follow me also i am not a blog for u!

He Goes Through Your Phone

Bakugo x reader

Tags: Mostly fluff and crack with a touch of angst

Comments mean the world to me <33

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Katsuki doesn’t like to admit it, but trust doesn’t come easy to him. He overthinks everything, even when he’s sure he shouldn’t. That’s why you and he agreed on an open phone policy—it gave him a little extra peace of mind. And honestly? You didn’t mind. If scrolling through your phone every now and then made him feel better, then so be it.

Tonight, though, something’s clearly off. He walks into your shared room, already looking more wound up than usual. Without a word, he flops down onto the bed next to you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Brat, can I see your phone?” he asks, his tone clipped.

You scoff, flicking his forehead. “Excuse me?”

He groans and tries again. “Babe, can I see your phone? Please?”

“That’s better,” you say with a smirk, handing it over. He sits up a little, unlocking it with his face—a feature you set up just for him.

Katsuki stretches out on his back, holding the phone above his face. “What weird shit have you been up to lately?” he mutters under his breath, scrolling through your apps.

He starts with your messages. Nothing. Moves to your search history. That’s when you see his face twitch.

“‘Do men get hormonal monthly like girls?’” he reads aloud, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “‘Why is my boyfriend so angry and moody?’” His crimson eyes snap to you, full of accusation. “‘What’s the equivalent to a period for a man?’”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, but it slips through anyway. “I mean, those are valid questions,” you tease, shrugging.

“Valid, huh?” he grumbles, giving you a sharp side-eye. “You trying to diagnose me or something?”

“I’m just saying,” you say, poking his cheek. “You’re an emotional guy, Katsuki. And by emotional, I mean sassy. And moody.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t press it. It’s clear he’s just messing with you—until he opens your camera roll.

At first, he’s quiet. Too quiet. Then, he freezes, staring at the screen before sitting up again. “What the fuck?”

You glance over, curious. “What’s wrong?”

“Why do you have so many pictures of me sleeping?” he demands, holding the phone up like it’s evidence of a crime.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “Because I’m creepy.”

He stares at you, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine,” you say with a grin, ruffling his blonde hair. “You’re cute when you’re asleep. It’s the only time you’re not yelling or breaking things.”

“Dumbass,” he mutters, turning back to your phone. He keeps scrolling—and then he freezes again.

This time, his reaction is even louder. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

You flinch at the sudden outburst. “What’s what?”

“THIS!” He shoves the phone in your face, pointing to the screen. “Why the hell do you have a whole folder of shirtless anime guys?!”

Oh. That.

You try to stifle a laugh, but his expression is priceless. “Katsu, it’s not that serious!”

“Not that serious?!” he snaps, holding the phone like it’s evidence of betrayal. “Why do you have so many?!”

“They’re just cartoons!” you say, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s not a big deal!”

“Not a big deal?!” he shoves the phone under the pillow, out of your reach. “Okay, how the hell would you feel if I had a whole ass folder of big titty anime Bitches, huh?”

You blink, trying to process the comparison. “That’s—”

“Don’t.” He glares at you like you’ve already proven his point.

“Babe, come on, it’s not—”

“Don’t talk to me right now,” he growls, rolling over to face the wall.

You stare at him for a moment, torn between laughing and apologizing. His ears are red, his posture stiff, and you can tell he’s genuinely bothered—even if it’s ridiculous. You settle for gently poking his side.

“Katsu…”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, his voice muffled.

You sigh. “I get it , okay? I’ll delete the folder.”

You sigh, leaning your forehead against Bakugo’s back as he stubbornly ignores you. “You know you’re being a baby right now, Katsuki.”

“I’m not being a fucking baby,” he snaps, his voice muffled by the pillow.

He suddenly sits up, turning to glare at you with that familiar fiery expression. “My girlfriend is out here looking at other guys on the internet!”

You blink, unimpressed. “Katsuki, they’re literally two-dimensional. They’re not even real people. Jesus, get a grip.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he retorts, crossing his arms. “Am I not attractive to you or something?”

That’s when you lose it. A laugh bubbles out of you, and the sheer ridiculousness of the situation makes it impossible to stop.

His scowl deepens, his crimson eyes narrowing at you. “Oh, wow. You’re laughing. Wow. If the roles were reversed, I’d be six feet under by now.”

You try to rein it in, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself. “Katsu,” you say between giggles, “you are my gorgeous baby boy.”

“I DON’T FEEL GORGEOUS RIGHT NOW!” he shouts, his face turning red as he glares at you.

You burst out laughing again, and his jaw tightens. “Oh, great. You’re really laughing at me now. Just wow.” He flops back onto the bed dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Do you hate my body or something?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, no!” you exclaim, exasperated. “You’re never this insecure, Katsuki. Where the hell is all this coming from?”

He lifts his arm just enough to glare at you. “It’s coming from the fact that my girl is looking at shirtless guys!”

“Shirtless fictional two-dimensional FICTONAL guys,” you correct with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sooooo fucking sorry,” he says, sitting up again to stare daggers at you. “Let me correct myself. My girlfriend is looking at shirtless drawings of dudes with male anatomy! Cuz that’s soooo different!”

“Exactly!” you quip, but the humor fades a bit when you see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

“Even though,” he continues, his voice rising, “her real, breathing, jacked as hell boyfriend is right here!”

You frown, your heart sinking. His tone may be harsh, but his shoulders are tense, and it’s clear this is more than just him being annoyed.

“Katsu…” you start, but he cuts you off.

“And I haven’t heard a single real apology out of your mouth,” he mutters, rolling back over to lay on his stomach, face down in the bed like he’s done with the conversation.

You sigh, leaning down to rest your chin on his back. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.” You gently run your fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him. “You’re gorgeous, okay? Like, drop-dead gorgeous. Those guys don’t even exist, but you? You’re real, you’re mine, and no one else even compares.”

His shoulders tense, but he doesn’t say anything. You press a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re the only one I want, Katsu. Always.”

he mutters, “You better delete that stupid folder.”

You smile. “Already gone.”

You run your fingers gently through Katsuki’s blonde hair, your voice soft as you ask, “Do you still love me?”

He mutters into the mattress, “Not sure.”

“Katsuki…” you say, a little more firmly.

He groans, rolling his head to the side so he can look at you, still sprawled out on his stomach. His crimson eyes narrow slightly, but the hurt is still faintly there. “I guess I still love you... I suppose,” he sighs dramatically. “But just so you know, you’re gonna be on my shit list for the next few weeks.”

You snicker despite yourself, but he keeps going. “And, for the rest of the week, I’m gonna need you to address me as ‘My Lord’ or ‘Dynamite God.’”

“I’m not doing that,” you say flatly, your fingers weaving soothingly through his messy blond hair.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Then I’ll settle for you telling me everything that’s awesome about me.”

You giggle, leaning closer. “Well, for starters, you’re incredibly handsome.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, clearly enjoying this. “And?”

“You’re very powerful, super strong… and everyone else just sucks compared to you.”

“Damn right,” he smirks. “Keep going.”

“You have really pretty eyes,” you say, smiling as you watch his expression soften. “Red’s my favorite color, you know.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “What else?”

“You make me laugh, you’re sweet—”

He shoots you a sharp look. “Sweet? Sweet? You and I both know that’s a damn lie.”

“Okay, okay,” you concede, laughing. “You’re… very considerate of my feelings.”

“Just like you’re very inconsiderate of mine!” he fires back with a huff.

“Quit it,” you say, moving your hand to rub slow circles on his back. “What about the goods? You wanna hear about your body now?”

“Damn right I do,” he says, turning his head fully to face you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” you start, dragging it out just to tease him, “I love your hands. I love your voice, your hair, your chest… and your abs.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking smug. “Go on.”

“You’re so yummy,” you say with a little grin, leaning down to kiss the side of his face.

“Yeah, but you still look at shirtless dudes on the internet,” he mutters backhandedly, though the playful tone is there now.

“Come on, Katsuki. Are we still on this?”

“Fine,” he says, rolling onto his side and giving you a pointed look.

“And I love you,” you add softly, leaning closer. “So much.”

He groans like he’s annoyed, but before you can say anything else, he grabs you and pulls you flush against his chest. His arms lock around you in a tight hug that makes you squeal as he buries his face in your neck.

“Oh, and by the way,” he murmurs against your skin, “if I catch you doing that shit again, I’m blowing up your phone.”

You open your mouth to reply, but he silences you with a big, warm kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. When he finally pulls back, he smirks down at you.

“Got it, brat?”

“Got it,” you whisper, smiling.

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Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.

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(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)

((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))

hihi rue 🤭 could i get an smau with bf!kirishima or shinso + mean!reader who’s kinda js a cunt 🗣️

i need a man to love me at my bitchiest

HI ELLE <3 a billion years later i hope u r still in ur kiri era

black cat // eijirou kirishima

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mha tag: @lotuslovers

at the todoroki agency holiday gift swap, you end up with a gag gift—a shirtless calendar of the top twelve heroes they did for charity. 

it’s plastic-sealed and you don’t dare open it, but it’s incriminating enough on its own. the cover features your very own boss todoroki shouto, his hair slicked back, staring out at you intensely over the most upsettingly mouth-watering set of washboard abs.

you retreat to your office, frantically trying to find somewhere to hide it. it’s too awkward to fit into your tiny trashcan and too large for your filing cabinet so you seize your tape, unroll it by the arm span, and hurriedly secure the calendar to the underside of your desk to get it out of sight.

except, just as you manage it, shouto himself walks in—and the calendar unsticks and falls straight to the floor with an echoing clap.

shigaraki tomura being turned on by how kind you are - part two 🤭

part one here

now that he’s figured it out, he can’t help but be a little disgusted with himself. he’s sporting a semi and leaking pre-cum almost constantly just because you’re fucking nice to him?

it's practically textbook.

what's even more textbook is what finally breaks the thread on his thinly-maintained control.

you both volunteer for the supply run. you’re chatting his fucking ear off as you walk into town - he’d rather die than admit it but he loves how much you talk - when you see a lost little kid wandering around.

“hey sweetie, you okay?” your voice is like honey. he clenches his teeth to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull. "you lose your parents?"

the way you grasp their little hand in yours, your reassuring smile -

the second you locate the kid's family, he’s dragging you down the nearest alley, cutting off your surprised gasp with the press of his mouth. he’s never done this, and the first swipe of your tongue over his makes his eyes roll up in his head.

“oh god tomu, you feel good baby,” you say sweetly, and he doesn’t think it’s possible to get harder, but he does, pressing his twitching dick against your the soft skin of your tummy. “been wanting you to touch me for a long time now.”

“yeah?” his breath shakes against your mouth. “would you -” fuck he doesn’t know how to ask, but he needs your hands on him now or he’s going to explode -

“it’s okay, i’ve got you baby,” you coo in his ear, nails clicking against the buckle of his jeans. his cock bounces free, tip leaking and red. “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

you're on your knees before he can process it, lapping up the sticky pre-cum at the slit. he stuffs his fist into his mouth to keep from gripping the back of your head and thrusting his dick down your throat.

he whimpers when you suck him into your mouth and palm his sack, an almost painful explosion of pleasure erupting in his head - and then he's cumming hard, hot load shooting down your throat and spilling out of your mouth.

some of it drips down your chin; he wipes it up with the back of his thumb and nudges your mouth. you swallow and suck off the last bit of him, smiling like an angel, “better now?”

fem hawks....

🙂‍↕️👍

its like they love each other or smth

Katsuki loves being the little spoon

and he fucking hates how much he loves it. He loves the feeling of his back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He hates it because it makes him feel weak, and the last thing he ever wants is to be perceived as weak.

But damn, as much as he loves, and try’s to convinced himself he prefers, to be the one holding you…he can't deny how much he loves the way it feels when he’s the one being held.

He loves the warmth of your face buried into his shoulder and the side of his neck, the way your breath sends shivers down his spine. When you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers up and down his stomach, he can’t help but tense up, a soft groan escaping him.

“Quit gropin me,” he mutters, but you know it’s not real irritation. He’s just trying to play it cool.

Then, when you place gentle kisses on his neck, he squirms a little, his body betraying him. “Quit teasin”, he grumbles, but his voice is shaky.

“Shut up, Katsu,” you whisper teasingly. "You love it."

He huffs, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "I’m gonna murder you one of these days woman," he says, but he’s already pushing himself girthing into you, you tighten your grip, the tension in his muscles fading once again.