As Bakugou’s Housewife, You’re Always Visiting His Agency To Bring Him Lunch Or His Colleagues Some

nom nom nom this ate so trucking hard please say it louder katsuki for the people in the back

a/n. once again, i have been inspired by a random instagram reel. i didn't even watch it, really—i just saw the keyword and was immediately spurred into writing this. enjoy <3 (0.9k)

you feel his gaze on you before you even think of meeting it.

“what,” you state more than ask when he doesn’t let up after a minute, not bothering to look up from the book you’re reading.

a scoff resounds from his direction. then: “too lazy to even move your shitty eyes?”

“don’t have to,” you retort as you finally close the paperback, shifting in your bed to regard him. “you’re boring holes into my face with all that staring.”

from where he’s seated at your dining table, bakugou grumbles, although he doesn’t deny the allegations. your face softens when you realize belatedly that he’s being awfully quiet—a jarring juxtaposition to his usual brashness.

something’s up.

but you know better than to pry it from him.

you mentally sigh. the roundabout way it is.

“what, am i extra pretty today?” you joke out of your ass, and that catches him off guard because he chokes on his own spit. that wasn’t part of the plan but you can’t help it—you laugh as he coughs his lungs out, somehow managing to throw in a curse or two in between rasps.

“shitty fucking—” he hacks some more, and when he finally recovers: “i don’t know why i fucking put up with you.”

you shrug, not at all hurt by the otherwise scathing statement. he’s said that to you too many times to count and yet, he’s still here. hanging out with you in your apartment on a friday night, no less.

you don’t point out any of that, though, confident that said knowledge is true enough for the both of you to leave it unspoken. so instead, you continue down the jesting route. “you wouldn’t know how to talk to girls without me, that’s why.”

“fuck off,” he tosses without missing a beat. “i can get the fuck by without your shitty ass guidance.”

that makes you grin, because no, he definitely can’t. how can he when he refuses to do the very first step? as in, choose a girl to talk to?

you know, someone who isn’t you.

his reluctant (best) friend.

and as if he read your mind, he shoots you a pointed look. “and i told you,” he hisses, “you use up all my fuckin’ tolerance. can’t have another girl around because you drive me crazy enough.”

“thanks, kats. i love you, too.”

“whatever,” he answers petulantly as he looks away, although you catch wind of the faint tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks like it always does when you shower him with affection—to his chagrin.

“so…” you start when neither of you says anything for a moment, “am i extra pretty today? or do you wanna share, i don’t know, something.”

“if i spit it out, will you fucking stop badgering me about how you look? you haven’t even showered today, for fuck’s sake.”

a pillow is flung across the room before you can think against it.

“wha—” he gets out instinctively before dodging it with ease. you roll your eyes as he flashes you a victorious smirk. of course. of all the jobs he could have in the world, he had to be a pro-hero and have the signature pro-hero reflexes.

his countenance then morphs as he stares at you expectantly, waiting for an answer, and you have to bite back the fuck you that’s dangling at the tip of your tongue. instead, you give him a curt nod, feigning nonchalance to further coax him into spilling whatever’s in his mind.

“go on,” you press when he doesn’t follow it up immediately after.

“i’m getting to it, alright? jesus.”

a pause.

then, another.

and when you’re finally convinced he’s just playing with you and won’t reveal whatever secret he’s got hidden behind the vault he calls his lips, he says it.

“i’m getting a vasectomy.”

you blink at him.

that was not what you were expecting.

“wh—what?”

you can only watch him in utter bewilderment as he flushes, covering up his fluster with a glare. “you heard me.”

“but, kats,” you begin, not knowing how to say the next bit, “…you’re a virgin. and you’ve never been with anyone romantically.”

the pink from earlier instantly deepens into a scarlet. “so what, hah? you’re the one to talk!”

“no, no,” you manage to respond, slowly shaking your head. you have no idea what’s happening. “that wasn’t meant to be a roast. like, at all. it’s just…why?”

bakugou doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to press his lips into a thin line.

“you said it yourself, didn’t you?” he says after a while, voice uncharacteristically hushed, as if he doesn’t want you to hear him. you lean in ever so minutely, straining to listen from a few feet away.

“said wait?” you ask, matching the stillness of his tone.

“that birth control fucks you up.”

at that, you barely manage to school your shock into a neutral expression, although it’s definitely your heart that’s suddenly hammering wildly against your chest at his admission. you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. his gaze is dizzyingly penetrating as you struggle to get your words out, until you finally manage a warbled “y-yeah.”

he probably meant that birth control fucks you—women—up, and not you you.

yeah, that’s definitely it.

with this new strand of knowledge, you’re able to muster a genuine smile his way. “that’s very thoughtful of you, kats.”

and just because you like to be sure of things, you throw in the next thing for good measure.

“she’ll be very lucky to have you.”

silence.

“hah?!”

(the keyword was vasectomy lol) (petition for more birth control methods for men)

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birthday gift

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — no quirk college!au, bit of angst, mostly fluff, 2.9k words, this is for you sanrio girlies!

Bakugou, like every other guy outside of the Sanrio-sphere, thought you were a little bit crazy when he saw your My Melody keychains dangling from your denim shoulder bag. When you two were on your first date and you got super excited over the café you went to doing Hello Kitty and Friends latte art, he grumbled and made a mental note that you were definitely crazy. And after you two started dating, and he saw your Sanrio plushie collection and themed slippers, he knew for sure you were insane. But even then, he couldn’t stop hanging around you.

There was something so attractive about you, magnetic. Maybe it was how you giggled so cutely and femininely whenever you teased him, or how beautiful and big your eyes looked when they stared up, into his own sharper and fierce ones. He was drunk on the way your hips swayed ever-so-slightly when you walked, and the way you sucked your lower lip between your teeth when concentrating hard. Even in the exam hall, he found himself stealing glances at you. You who was fiercely scribbling away on your own exam paper, alternating between biting and licking your lip. And of course, who, other than Bakugou, would kiss you better after such a taxing exam?

The point being, he couldn’t get enough of his crazy lil’ girl. You had been on his mind impossibly more since your birthday was coming up this Friday. He was contemplating whether to take you back to the Hello Kitty latte art café or to get you something Kuromi themed. He was overthinking like crazy, blond brows furrowed, mouth twisted into a scowl as he death-stared his notebook during his 11am lecture. What gift would be good enough for his perfect princess?

Bakugou’s frustration radiated off him, rippling in waves that had Denki, who was sitting next to him, leaning away and over to Kirishima. He whispered, “Did I do something or?” The red-haired boy shook his head, stealing a long glance at his clearly annoyed best friend. Denki sat on the edge of his seat, leg bobbing up and down as he and Kirishima exchanged glances. “Stop that.” Bakugou turned to look at the both of them, the command ripping out of his throat like a snarl. Denki squeaked a little in response, his leg stilling. He leaned even closer to Kirishima, whispering in his ear, “It was me! What did I do that was so wrong? Why does Bak—”

“Shut up!” Bakugou almost yelled. Students around the trio were beginning to look over at them, curious as to what had set the ash-blond off this time. Denki seemed to be the culprit in their eyes. Kirishima pushed Denki by the shoulder away, now leaning over him to tell Bakugou to keep his cool because he was making a scene. Bakugou scoffed in response, turning away from the pair and folding his arms across his chest.

For the remainder of the lecture, Bakugou couldn’t focus — not that he was focusing in the first place. Once it hit 1pm, he got up and stalked out of the hall, not waiting for his companions. He fell into into his usual walk, shoulders hunched, books under his arm, hands in his pocket. From behind him, he could hear his friends calling after him, but he ignored them as he usually does and made his way to the soccer field.

Allow me to clarify, Bakugou doesn’t play soccer, and while his friends do, their practice is usually later in the afternoons. Furthermore, you don’t play soccer. But your friend, — and unfortunately, Bakugou’s ol’ high school gossiper — Mina, is the captain of the cheerleading team who are practising on the soccer field for next week’s game. With B1 and B2 running after him, Bakugou comes to the field, spotting the pink-haired girl with her back to him, standing in front of her team. She doesn’t notice him until he draws closer, oblivious to his presence as she gives feedback on the performance run they just finished. “Ochaco, I need a little more enthusiasm from you—”

“OI! PINKY!” Mina turns around, seeing Bakugou stomping his way over to her and Kirishima and Denki puffing hard a few metres behind him. She turns back around, telling her team to take five. The team dissipates quickly, like a school of fish scurrying away from a shark. She sighs, turning around and placing her hands on her hips. “What do you want, grumpy?” She narrows her eyes at the boy as he stops a few feet away. He rolls his eyes, already regretting his decision to ask for her help in picking out a birthday gift for you.

Bakugou scoffs before starting quietly, “I need your help—” “You WHAT?” Mina has her hand behind her ear, half cupping it as if such a gesture would channel the sound of what she thinks the most stubborn grump said into her ear. Bakugou grits his teeth in response, Kirishima and Denki coming right up behind him. “I need your help, alright?! I don’t know what to get [y/n] for her birthday.” It was as if just saying those words released some of the tension in the ash-blond’s shoulders (because it did). A look of relief washed over Denki, “Oh, so that’s what you’re so cranky about. I thought it was because of m—”

“Shut up, nerd.” Bakugou spared the babbling boy a glare that cut through the air like a knife. He turned back to ‘pinky’ in front of him, hands becoming clammy in his pockets. “So?” Mina looked at him, holding back her laughter until she couldn’t any longer. Bakugou scowled as she laughed at him, clearly amused by the entire situation. “How-how do you-how do you not know what to get your girlfriend for her birthday?” By the time she was finished cackling, she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, saying “That was the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

“You done now?” Bakugou’s hands had left his pockets so that his arms could cross over his chest once more. His foot tapped against the fresh-cut grass. “Yes, okay okay,” Mina giggled as she regained most of her composure. “Why don’t you just get her something that she told you she wants? Like, didn’t she mention anything that she’s had her eye on?” Bakugou sighed. His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Wow, you’re genius. I hadn’t tried that one.” At this, Mina’s brows furrowed and she pouted, “Well, I’m not the one who can’t think of a gift idea for their girlfriend.”

Bakugou felt that this conversation was taking years off of his life. “Are you gonna help me or not?!” He was leaning forward now, eyes staring holes into the girl in front of him. Kirishima’s hand flew instinctively to his friend’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright bro. Just relax. This isn’t very manly of you.” Bakugou shrugged the red-head’s hand off of him. Mina gave Kirishima a grateful look. Even though the two weren’t dating yet, she was glad to know that he would always have her back. At least, when it came to Bakugou’s temperament.

Mina raised her hands in defence, “Okay okay, I’ll help you. What about getting her something Sanrio-themed? Like a purse or something.” Bakugou sighed again. He was becoming a man of sighs and frustration-wrinkles over this situation. Why was it so hard to just get his girlfriend a gift? He’s gotten you a few before and you had loved them all. Why would this time be any different?

At his quietness, Mina gave Kirishima a look of “Omg is he okay?” To which he shrugged. “Hey, Baku-bro, you right?” Bakugou blinked rapidly, coming back from the depths of his thoughts. He nodded, his voice raspy as he said, “I was gonna but I don’t know, I already got her a Hello Kitty jersey for Christmas.” Mina smiled, remembering how you had texted the group chat that night ecstatic about it. It was only after a month that you had calmed down and started wearing other tops.

“Trust me, she’s gonna love whatever you think of.”

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Today was your birthday and you were so so excited! You can’t remember ever having been this excited about a birthday before. It was going to be your first ever birthday spent with Bakugou as you two met shortly after your one last year.

You had just woken up. Checking your notifications quickly after turning off your alarm, you notice a text message from your beloved wishing you a happy birthday. You instantly smiled, clicking on the notification to open up your message app and respond with your thanks. You put your phone down, getting out of bed to make it and drink some water. You settle into your morning routine, going about your morning as you always do. The only thing different was that you kept humming and doing little dances, goofing around. You lived in a college dorm alone while your boyfriend lived with his friends in an apartment close to campus. You were excited for the date that he had planned for tonight.

After making yourself some blueberry pancakes with cookies and cream ice cream (fire combo pls try omg you won’t regret it) and devouring them, you hear your phone buzz. Placing the plate and cutlery by the sink, you grab your phone from the bench, the screen lighting up with text messages from ‘Baby Suki’. You giggle to yourself, reading and replying to them. He’s being so kind and caring to you this morning… Just kidding, he’s being his usual self, brash and direct with a dash of sweetness sprinkles.

You notice some other birthday text messages from your friends and peers. You take your time responding to them, your body leaning against the dining table.

Later in the morning, Mina and Ochaco stop by, giving you the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers. It has you in tears, and you all hug as you cry from joy and they tell you not to cry. They stay over at your dorm for a while. You talk about so many things, from the latest episodes of the show you were watching to your assignments.

Around noon, you hear a knock on your door. You told the girls to stay where they were, Mina protesting about how the birthday girl shouldn’t be working on her birthday, but you paid it no mind. You opened the door, Midoriya standing there holding a homemade charcuterie board.

You squealed in excitement, inviting him inside and leading him to the couches. Once he placed the board on the coffee table, you gave him a big hug. Midoriya returned it with warmth and you told him to stay while you all snacked on his delicious girl dinner.

The three of them stayed with you until it 4pm. You had been so lost in conversation that you hadn’t noticed it had gotten so late. You had stood up frantically, telling them about your date with Bakugou tonight. They looked at you with knowing eyes and left peacefully. Well, everyone but Mina who wiggled her eyebrows at you. But, you would interpret that later.

Now, you had to focus on getting ready for your date. You showered, lathered yourself up in oils and moisturiser, and wrapped yourself in a thick bath robe. You then curled your hair, clipping rollers in so they would set. Next, you worked on your makeup.

Tonight, you were going for a glowy, blush-centric look. The result? It was giving!! You then carefully slipped your dress on. It was a cute maxi dress in your favourite colour that highlighted your waist and décolletage. You had bought this one specifically for your date and you were very excited to wear it out. You finished off by taking out your rollers out and fluffing your hair, spritzing on your favourite perfume, and adding your favourite pieces of jewellery. The clock struck 7pm and your phone buzzed. You ran over to it, reading Bakugou’s message that he was at your door. Weirdo, he usually knocks and then barges in.

You smiled wide, maybe he was just nervous. You strapped on your heels, grabbed your favourite purse with your My Mel keychains attached, and then you were walking to the door. You opened it, Bakugou in a pair of jeans, button-up shirt, and matching denim jacket greeting you. You giggled, immediately crashing into his arms to give him a big bear hug. He chuckled at your affection, one hand around your upper back and the other patting your head. You were in heaven just by being in his arms, inhaling his smoky-sweet scent, and this was just the beginning of the night.

“I missed you.” “I can tell,” he looked down at you, grinning wide. “Wanna get going?” You nodded in response. He had his arm wrapped around you as he whisked you away. Where he was taking you though was a surprise.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

He parked the car on one of the busy main roads, coming over to the passenger side to offer you a hand out of the car. You smiled, enjoying his act of gentlemanliness. He took your hand and let you down the strip, keeping you closest to the shops and him to the road. You walked for a couple of minutes before Bakugou stopped. You stopped too, arm pulled back by his. You looked up at him and watched as he nodded to something behind you. You turned around, hand still holding his. You saw where he had brought you and squealed in delight. You were so happy and excited that you started jumping up and down and gave him a big cuddle. He laughed, teasingly asking you, “Oh, you like?” You nodded and grabbed his hand tight, practically dragging Bakugou into the newly opened Sanrio Miniso.

You two worked your way around the store, Bakugou holding a basket which you filled with careful deliberation. Cinnamoroll perfume, Kuromi flask and matching bento set, blind box, new My Melody slippers. You were ecstatic as Bakugou paid for your birthday haul and carried the bag. Even so, as you two left the store and walked further down the crowded street. You were in a frenzied dopamine daze. You couldn’t stop smiling and giggling and thanking your boyfriend for being so thoughtful and paying for your new Sanrio goodies.

The night was still young. He took you for dinner and ice cream afterwards. All the while, holding your hand or the small of your back and teasing you sweetly. The night ended with him dropping you back to your dorm, walking you to your front door of course. You drew him into a passionate kiss, hands grasping his button-up shirt as his jacket was around your shoulders. He smiled into your lips, hands on the back of your neck and waist. You could taste the caramel ice cream he had eaten only half an hour earlier. It’s sweetness made you melt into his arms, knees weakening as he drew your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it.

At last, you two pulled away from each other, foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath. You breathed out, “Thank you for the best birthday ever.” He chuckled, moving back so he could cup your face in his large hands. He shook his head at you, still laughing a little. “What?” “Nothing,” he smiled. He let go of you, handing you your miniso bag. “I’ll see you later. Don’t stay up too late.” He stepped back. “If I do it’s your fault,” you joked. You turned around, fishing your dorm key out of your bag. Luckily, you found it quickly and unlocked your door. You pushed it open and half-stepped inside before turning to look back at him. He was standing there with his hands in his jean pockets.

“Let me put this down and I’ll give you back your jac—” “Keep it.” And with that, Bakugou walked away. You watched as he stopped at the elevator down the hall and pushed the button.

You dropped your bags inside your door and started running after him. “Bakugou! Wait!” He turned around, eyebrows raised at your enthusiasm and sudden outburst of exercise. You were huffing by the time you reached him. The elevator dinged. You threw your arms around him, your heart beating erratically against his slightly elevated one. The elevator doors opened and closed as you held him and he held you. “What is it?” You looked up at him. “Thanks,” you smiled.

He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “Weirdo,” he said as he pulled away from you. He pressed the elevator down button again and the doors opened. “Go back to your dorm already.” He eyed you as he stepped into the elevator. You giggled and you saluted him. “Yes sir.” The elevator doors shut, taking your boyfriend away from you for the night. You couldn’t stop smiling and excitedly whispering to yourself as you made your way back to your dorm and took your makeup and dress off. Even once you had put your silk pjs on and brushed your teeth, you were still so excited and happy. That night, it took a while for you to get to sleep, but you had the sweetest dreams.

the best kind fr🫡 hoping to write more fics along these lines tbh

˗ˏˋ bnha masterlist ˎˊ˗

nsfw = ★

bakugou katsuki

boobs too big ⟶ bakugou designs new underwear merch for you but unfortunately, it doesn't fit as your boobs are too big

birthday gift ⟶ bakugou wants to buy the perfect gift for his sanrio-loving girlfriend, but he doesn’t know what to get her

katsuki with the pet he didn't want ⟶ katsuki would do anything for his kitten which makes you feel left out

you bake muffins for katsuki's colleagues ⟶ bakugou doesn't like it when his housewife focuses on anyone but him, especially on his colleagues (cough eijirou cough)

★ downpour ⟶ you're a princess running away from the castle the night before you're supposed to get married. you happen to stumble upon a cabin during a thunderstorm and reunite with your previous guard, bakugou.

just for tonight ⟶ bakugou wants to show you how much he's changed since you two broke up

engagement ring ⟶ for the past couple of months, katsuki's been coming home late so, you decide to confront him about it

katsuki's seamstress wife ⟶ you make him a new suit for the annual pro hero gala

★ clingy ⟶ katsuki's bunny gf just wants him to stay close after sex

★ what lurks in the dark | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you're a succubus who's had your eye on katsuki for a while. and now, you're desperate to get your fill of him.

kaminari denki

eloping with denki ⟶ deciding to elope and your elopement ceremony

★ make it up to you ⟶ denki makes up for his poor behaviour last night by making his wife feel good

kirishima eijirou

★ dumbification ⟶ but he's the one going dumb

gym crush ⟶ you finally talk to your gym crush

midoriya izuku

upgrade | pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, epi ⟶ izuku gets severely injured during a rescue mission. as a result, most of his left arm is amputated. you, being a mechanical and biomedical engineer (and his loyal girlfriend), decide to build him a cybernetic arm to replace the arm he's lost.

sero hanta

spider monkey ⟶ you recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with your bf

shigaraki tomura

truth or dare ⟶ you’re playing truth or dare with the lov when you get dared to kiss one of the members...

shinsou hitoshi

★ shinsou is kinky asf ⟶ hc

★ twitter recreation ⟶ you're scrolling on twitter when you come across a sensitive video and end up recreating it with your bf

takami keigo

★ mission prep ⟶ kei's going away on a mission so you two decide to film yourselves together having a bit of fun

the bird in me ⟶ being part bird makes kei do some pretty weird things once he finds a suitable mate (aka you)

todoroki shoto

★ rut suppressants | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you find out that shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. you take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.

banana bread ⟶ you bake him some yummy banana bread and bring it to him at work

todoroki touya

★ "you're my girl, aren't you. forever mine." ⟶ everything was fine until one Halloween, people who have annoyed you start dying. are you cursed? or is someone else responsible for their deaths? (hint: it’s someone else. someone you know very well.)

various

what they would be like drunk ⟶ hcs

how they eat food ⟶ hcs

they see you in lingerie | v.1, v.2, v.3 ⟶ you bought some lingerie online and now, it’s arrived in the mail. you go to your shared bedroom and try on the lingerie, telling your man to wait on the bed. how does he react?

self-care day with the boys ⟶ what they would do for you when you're stressed out from work

you text them that you're in heat | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ smau

if they were househusbands ⟶ hcs + drabbles kinda

★ their omega | m.list ⟶ you are an omega who has been kidnapped for underground auctions. while investigating these auctions, a drunken denki buys you. but you don't end up with one new alpha. you end up with four.

valentine’s day with the boys ⟶ how they would ask you to be their valentine and what you would do on the day

if he wasn't a hero ⟶ hcs

insecure ⟶ smau where reader feels insecure about her body after a beach day with her bf

class 1-a pack dynamics ⟶ hcs

you didn't realise they had a gf ⟶ smau

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ⟶ 19, infj, she/her

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𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 rules ao3 ⟶ has my longer fics + fics i don't think tumblrs would like

currently working on: like drabbles ig but i need some ideas so if you have any send them my way

⭑.ᐟ looks best in light mode

do not plagiarise, copy, repost, or translate my works!

you text them that you're in heat pt.2

alpha! aizawa, keigo, shinso, tenya x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive

pt.1

but eijiro as your gym crush and he helps you do those fuck ass bulgarian split squats like the manliest man he is.

it was another day at the gym. you usually go around midday when it’s the quietest, so you can focus solely on your workout. yea, that’s the only reason why. not because of a certain tall, handsome, muscular, red-haired sweetie pie you’re totally crushing on. i mean, not crushing on, obviously. ahem.

you gulp as your eyes find the pump of his biceps while he curls them with ungodly large dumbbells. you’re not ovulating. but seeing how fucking juicy those muscles look, especially in that forbidden muscle tee, you might as well be. the low lighting casts shadows that play hide and seek in the crevices of his arms and veins.

you gaze down, bright red spreading across your cheeks as you internally scold yourself for checking him out. an innocent man, just tryna get through his workout. as you’re tryna get through yours. shit! was that four or six? you do three more reps, just in case. you lick your sweaty lips while wiping your nape, unceremoniously rolling out of the leg press.

little did you know that the redhead you’re crushing on has had his soft eyes trained on you in the mirror for the entirety of his set.

a light blush dusts his cheeks, flattered by your excessive staring (but he’ll blame it on lifting so heavy). he sees the fitting booty shorts you’ve got on today, a stark contrast to the sweatpants or flares you usually wear. the curve of your muscles, the way they’re visible as you stand up, your quads and glutes looking so plump — he can feel the saliva pooling in his mouth.

you grab your towel and drink bottle before heading to the benches, right where your gym crush is placing down his dumbbells. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, your face heating up even more as you walk to the opposite end of the dumbbell rack and grab a pair of 4kgs. returning to your bench, you exchange a smile and a small wave with him.

you place your foot in the centre of the bench and start your set of bulgarian split squats, trying to ignore his presence just a couple of benches over. you train your eyes on the spot in front of you, willing yourself to keep a straight spine. but as you hear him grunt, you can’t help but gaze up.

your redhead’s doing shoulder presses. your favourite. you bite your lip as you drive your hips forward, ogling at every flex of his muscles, especially those veiny forearms and hands. fuck! you keep losing track of your reps. you add on an extra two but lose your balance as you’re coming back up.

awkwardly, you hop forward on one leg, dropping the dumbbell as you try to centre yourself. your sudden loss of composure doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone.

as you pick up the dumbbell and chuck it on the bench, he softly calls to you, “hey, are you okay?” you whip around and gaze up, looking into his crimson eyes. for a second, you forget to breathe, in awe of his beauty. he has such a nice jawline and cheekbones, and those long eyelashes are too kill for. you could swoon at any moment.

you stutter as you point at yourself pathetically, “m-me?” he nods, grinning warmly.

“yea. you had a bit of fall. are you feeling alright? do you need a hand or?” he stretches his hand out to you as if to steady you but you’re already steady. on the outside that is. on the inside, you’ve become a swirling mess of half-finished sentences and pounding heartbeats. you stare at his calloused and scarred palm, blood rushing to your cheeks.

you mutter, “o-oh no. that’s okay. i’m fine. um, yea thank you. thanks for checking up on me.” you slowly meet his eyes once more. he shakes his head, still smiling wide with those sharp teeth. they’re kinda cute, you think.

he says, “you don’t have to thank me. it’s my duty as a man to make sure you’re okay.” you blink at him dumbly as you chuckle, taken aback by this sentiment. he continues, “can i give you some pointers?”

your eyes widen as you utter, “y-yea, sure!” you watch as he shifts slightly closer to grab the dumbbells and demonstrate a few things you need to be mindful of.

as you listen, you’re torn between interpreting this as a mansplain or a helpful explanation. but as he continues on and answers your questions about form, you decide that indeed, he is just trying to help you.

as you try his technique, he stands there, observing your movements and gently guiding you to do better. shivers run up and down your spine as he carefully grips your shoulders, angling your body more forward to shift the focus of the split squat onto your glutes, rather than your quads.

by the end of his mini pt session, you’re feeling more confident about this movement than you are about your future. grinning, you chirp, “thanks for your help! i really appreciate it.” you stretch your hand out as you introduce yourself, “my name’s y/n, by the way.”

his much larger hand envelops yours as he shakes it firmly. you take note of how he doesn’t squeeze the life out of your hand. instead, he just holds it, not too tightly or too loosely. your heart stammers. “eijiro,” he smirks.

“eijiro,” you repeat, feeling his name in your mouth, tasting it and memorising the flavour for weeks to come. you exhale, “it’s nice to finally talk to you. i’ve seen you around a lot.”

“yea,” he chuckles.

you ask him, “so, what do you do for work?”

his jaw slackens and his short brows raise as he stammers, “uh just, you know, the usual.”

you giggle in disbelief, “the usual?” you’ve since let go of each other’s hands. now, he rubs the back of his neck, his eyes averted to one of the nearby squat racks. he’s thinking about how to tell you he’s a pro hero without telling you he’s a pro hero.

“i, uh, work in the justice system,” he mutters. your features soften with a sense of knowing.

you grin, “oh, the justice system? i see. that’s pretty cool. must take a toll on you, huh?” you gently elbow his arm, finding it to be much harder than you were expecting.

he laughs nervously, licking his lips before saying, “yea, it can sometimes. but i wouldn’t have it any other way.” just then, his phone rings obnoxiously in his pocket. he gives you apologetic eyes as he pulls it out. reading the name lighting up the screen, he hastily answers while giving you a thumbs up and walking off.

while you’re grabbing your gym bag, you bump into each other again. he apologises, sheepishly remarking how unmanly that was of him to take a phone call mid-conversation. you shrug it off and reassure him it’s fine, even suggesting he can make it up to you with a coffee date. he enthusiastically agrees and you two exchange numbers, intent on arranging a time soon.

you stride out of the gym with the biggest grin plastered on your lips and scream like a teenage girl once you shut your car door. for the rest of the day, you’re in a good mood, all because of the ten minutes you spent talking to this one man. your future man.

a/n: SEARCHING for a gym crush rn but I workout in the morning with all the millennial moms and dads and oldies😔 love all of you but why can't guys my age workout in the morning😭😭😭

they see you in lingerie for the first time v.1

ua boys x gender-neutral reader⋆｡°✩ — implied smut, fluff, swearing, 680 words

pro heroes, villains

midoriya izuku

⭑.ᐟ he's blushing hard; whole face red asf, tops of his ears are red, chest, back of his neck, all red. his mouth is open slightly as he looks at you dumbly.

you laugh at him and he just shakes his head, nervously. you come over to him, swaying your hips. his complexion gets impossibly more red and he starts looking around. you pull his face back to look at you as you straddle him. his hands lightly rest on your hips whilst his eyes continue avoid yours like the plague.

you end up peppering his face with kisses and he starts rambling how hot his honeybear looks, looking down and then back up at you.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ he's literally eye-fucking you with that shit-eating, possessive grin on his face as soon as you come out. he's got a slight blush in cheeks, palms beginning to sweat as he wipes them on his clothed thighs.

his obvious enjoyment of looking at you causes you blush hard and hide your face behind your hands as you laugh from embarrassment. when you put your hands down, he’s coming over to you.

you close the distance between you two reflexively and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you into a rough kiss, smirk still plastered across his face as he tells you how fucking sexy you are and how you’re all his between kisses.

I’m sure you know the reason behind why you wake up sore and sleep-deprived the next morning.

kirishima eijirou

⭑.ᐟ eyes racking up and down you, trying to take in if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. he's not even blushing; he’s used the lack of clothing you wear at home by now.

you do a little spin and he gives you that pointy smile you love so much. he leans back, running his hand through his spikey hair.

you stand right in front of him now and he’s leans forward now, hands starting at your outer thighs and running up to your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap so you straddle him now. he looks you up and down for a moment and then tells you that you look so good for him.

you two kiss… and do much more that night.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ he just stares at you, brows slightly raised, mouth ever-so-slightly open, betraying his surprise.

you giggle, happy that you’ve been able to surprise him. seeing you in such a good mood places a small smile on his face.

he doesn’t move until you’re close to him. he stretches his arms forward, hands capturing yours and guiding you to his lap. he smiles softly at you at you, groaning when you let go of his icy-hot hands and run your fingers through his hair. he tilts his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling. you begin leaving little kisses on his jaw and just below until his icy fingers are on your cheek, bringing your face to his and lips together.

you two lay down on the bed, making out for a while before moving into something even more slow, passionate, and intimate.

shinso hitoshi

⭑.ᐟ he has this lazy look in his eyes until you come out. and then suddenly, it’s like he’s been jolted back to life the moment he sees you.

he chuckles, voice slightly gruff, hand coming up to cover his mouth. with the other, he motions with his finger for you spin. and you do so, enjoying seeing that satisfied smile he gives you.

he stands up just before you get to him, hands stroking up and down your upper arms. “well, this is a surprise,” he raises his brow at you. you giggle in response, your hands finding his chest. he brings you into a sweet kiss, smirk still on his lips.

he asks you about the lingerie; when you bought it, if it’s comfortable, if you like it.

you end up going back into the wardrobe and taking it off, changing back into one of hitoshi’s shirts before you two return to the living room and watch a movie, cuddled up together on the couch. he says something about “enjoying you later”.

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if he wasn't a hero

denki, baku, tenya, shoto

wc: 530

kaminari denki

he would be a vet!!!! i feel like he and yoosung from mystic messenger are very on par

i think he would love taking care of the animals and talking to them about brainrot content and tiktok trends

would probably get attached to the animals up for adoption and be upset when they’re bought

found it really hard to do euthanasia at first ⟶ he’s learnt to trust himself and his decision to relieve the suffering of the animal this way

sometimes though, i think it would really get to him, and he’d be a shell of himself until you remind him he’s okay

you’d pull him into your arms and cuddle on the couch, suffocating him with your affection until he’s whining and pleading with you to let him shower (he smells like dog all the time)

bakugou katsuki

mechanic, ice hockey player, chef, all great professions for our fav man

i think he’d be such a hot mechanic, covered in soot or whatever and fixing up cars

he’d show you how to change a tyre, change your engine oil, the best car wash products, etc

if he was a hockey player, you’d go to every single one of his games

he’d make sure you were all layered up before stepping foot into the ice rink

and when his team wins, he’ll skate over to you and give you lots of kisses, showing everyone who his girl is (the fangirls are super envious of you)

chef katsuki… need i say more? makes you the most gourmet yummy food, packs you gorgeous bentos with the little squid sausages and star-shaped fruit

iida tenya

robotic engineer

i imagine him sitting at his desk late at night, a single lamp illuminating his technical drawings and endless pages of equations

his hair is dishevelled and he pushes up his glasses every so often

you wake up in the early hours of the morning to him pulling back the covers and climbing into bed with you

you like watching him work ⟶ you’ll sit on the couch, watching him out of the corner of your eye as you scroll through your phone

he’ll be sitting on the floor, building a robot on your coffee table

of course, he’ll test them all at home, leading to quite a few accidents and minor explosions

todoroki shoto

hear me out… news reporter (its giving kole, ya know who i’m talking about???? shibuya street interviews)

he’s a gossiper at heart change my mind

i think he would make the best documentaries by representing both sides nonchalantly

he wouldn’t be first on the scene, but he’d get the most valuable information and outshine any other news broadcast on the issue

he’s very pretty, which makes him quite popular on tv

you try to tug him back to bed whenever he gets those late night/early morning phone calls for work ⟶ he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, murmuring for you to go back to sleep while he stumbles in the dark to put on his suit

you’ve never missed one of his broadcasts ⟶ if you miss it on tv, then you’ll watch it online before he gets home so you can compliment him