Ft. Katsuki Bakugo

Me when I first saw Tenya:

GOD PLEASE-

This one makes me want to actually drink water and exercise

Ween so good it makes me wanna have work life balance

I'LL ACTUALLY START LOVING MYSELF

3 meals a day and everything

SMAU where (your idea) they’re oblivious to you confessing, and maybe it literally breaks your heart and then they’re like “WAIT I LIKE YOO TOO WAIT”

Please?

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texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou.

warnings: sfw, fluff, pre-relationship, angst if you squint

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ex husband bakugo who still brings you a coffee on snow days because he knows you aren't getting out of bed to get your own

'Cause I am a superwoman. Yes I am.

🩷=fluff ; 🧡=comfort ; ❤️‍🔥=smut ; ❤=angst ; 🖤=death ; 🤍 =dark topics tw!

Pinky (Mina Ashido)

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Froppy (Tsuyu Asui)

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Creati (Momo Yaoyorozu)

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Uravity (Ochako Uraraka)

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Earphone Jack (Kyoka Jirou)

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Invisible Girl (Toru Hagakure)

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to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...

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Pls I need all the luck I can get

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)

So I just was thinking about something.

We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??

Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;

Masterlist

(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)

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Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.

However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.

However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.

Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??

As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.

He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.

You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.

Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.

His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.

And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?

God it got to you.

The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.

Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.

His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;

His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.

While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.

He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.

God that hurt.

From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.

The worst part?

He was terrified about your reaction.

You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.

He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.

You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.

You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.

It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.

Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.

You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.

“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.

The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.

“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.

You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.

“Well I can see that, you dork-“

“Y/n..am I..fat?”

Oh.

Oh no.

Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.

Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.

His weird behavior suddenly made sense.

He was feeling insecure.

“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”

Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks

“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”

You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“

Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.

He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”

Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”

Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.

He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.

EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.

"You want to have sex. With me?" Shoto sounds uncertain, his usual flat tone is infused with a wavelength of emotion you've never heard before.

"Yeah." You say, leaning across the small sticky coffee shop table so you can scoop up his hand into your own. "I do."

"Um." Shoto glances down at your hand. "I don't know what to say."

You release his hand, deflated. "Oh...so are you not interested? I just figured we've been on like ten dates so I thought we could at least discuss it."

"It's not that I'm not interested..." He says slowly, rounding his mouth around the words. "I haven't had sex before. So I wouldn't know what I'm doing."

"Oh." You're surprised by this. Shoto has just turned thirty, and your big thirtieth birthday isn't far behind. You've both been pretty popular on the Pro hero scene for the better part of a decade. Shoto's dated plenty of pretty starlets and pro heroes before you - girls who love the spotlight and look glamorous on magazine covers. You've assumed that he had been intimate with more than a few of them. You're surprised to find that you're wrong. "You've never had sex before? What about...I don't know...oral sex? Or, um, have you had a hand job?"

He shakes his head no, then takes a deep sip from his mug of tea. You glance around you to make sure there aren't any eavesdroppers, but the shop is mercifully empty. The two of you are inconspicuously tucked into a corner beneath a collection of leafy pants.

"I've never really felt comfortable doing those kinds of things with anyone." He takes another gulp from his cup. "But I'd be open to trying it with you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. I like you as more than a friend, I've known you for a long time, I'm comfortable with you and I'm attracted to you. The last time we kissed, I had an erection afterwards." Something you've always liked about Shoto is his blunt, no-nonsense approach to life. But this is...a lot of information to take in.

"Wow, Sho. I...I feel the same way. I mean - obviously I didn't have an erection after we made out last week, but I was definitely turned on." You say weakly, taking a sip of your own tea as you stare at him with wide eyes.

"So what do we do now?" Shoto reaches out and re-takes your hand. His palm is warm against your own. "I'm free the rest of the afternoon - should we go back to my apartment?" You're surprised by how eager he looks all of a sudden. There's been a shift in the energy - now that you've offered up sex and put it on the table, he seems to be buzzing about it.

Your brain is moving a thousand miles a minute. You take a deep breath and try to approach the situation as you would a work emergency. What would Pro-Hero Y/N do?

Hmm...she would start slow and take small steps forward. Get Shoto comfortable with the various aspects of sex and sexual response and attraction.

"Maybe we start slow. Take off each others clothes. Touch each other. Maybe some hand stuff."

"Hand stuff?" He looks at you blankly.

"I'm assuming you've never fingered someone?"

"No, I have not."

"Alright - so I'll show you what to do there. And I can give you a hand job. You can show me what you like when you touch yourself, and then I'll try to emulate it. With a twist, of course."

He nods excitedly - he's already standing up and shrugging on his coat. He tosses a twenty down on the table to pay for your drinks.

"Well we'd better get going then. I've clearly got a lot to learn." His tone is lower than usual, and before he buttons up his long coat you swear you can see his arousal through his sharp slacks. The image tingles in your brain, shooting electricity straight down to your pussy. Your brain wanders for a moment - wondering what Shoto looks like naked. How his Pro Hero muscles could ripple beneath your gentle touch. How big he might be.

"Okay!" You rise from your chair and he's already behind you, helping you into your jacket. The man wastes no time. His touch lingers on your lower back as you slide your arms into the long sleeves.

You leave the coffee shop, the door jingling behind you as the pair of you step out into the cool winter air. Shoto reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"I'm excited about this." He says, his voice honeyed and smooth. "I promise I'll do my best." The pledge makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb. If there's one thing to be said about Shoto Todoroki, it's that he keeps his promises. Also, he's meticulous and thorough in everything he does.

"Maybe we should call a cab." You say, feeling your panties dampen more with each step. "It'll be faster."

"Good idea." He looks down at you, eyes sharp and filled with an emotion you've never seen before. "I want to get you naked as soon as possible."

Happy valentines day! <333

She is actually my wife.