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# POSITIONS & R&B.

౨ৎ class 1-a & class 1-b boys x masc/fem!reader

[fan favorites only]

wordcount ; 893

paragraphs ; 41

sentences ; 53

songs used ; songs listed by each character.

all of them are their canon ages (24+)

# CLASS 1-A

# TENYA IIDA [ blame by bryson tiller ]

Tenya doesn’t care what position you two start off in, as long as he’s able to get inside you and hear your moans, then he’s sated. Unfortunately, though, our glorious king, Tenya Iida, cannot last long in any position where he can't see your face. That man NEEDS to see your face; he’s absolutely addicted to seeing your every reaction, especially when he goes deep, sound is not enough. He loves having you in the eagle position, don't even try hiding your face in the pillows.

“I wanna see your face, please.”

# DENKI KAMINARI. [ let em' know by bryson tiller ]

Desperate. That’s the only word I have for this motherfucker. Wanna have sex? He’s down. In doggystyle? Even better. Trust he’s losing his mind as soon as he sees you bend over; expect to have your hair pulled and your shoulders marked with bite marks at the end.

“Look at my little masterpieces.”

# EIJIRO KIRISHIMA [ gang over luv by brent faiyaz ]

As gentlemanly as he is, he’s far from a gentleman in the bedroom; in fact, his favorite position is low doggy. Simply because he can push your face into the mattress and go ham. You want to try and crawl away? Nah baby, he’s grabbing BOTH your arms and locking your ass down; you aren’t running until you’re both finished and he’s tired.

“Why are you moving? Cmere baby.”

# RIKIDO SATO [ ballin by partynextdoor ]

Lethal. He’s strong as fuck, so you better expect to have your pussy absolutely obliterated after a couple of deep strokes, but just like Iida, he needs to see your face to cum, and he's not pulling out either. His favorite position to put you in is young stallion.

That's exactly why y'all have five kids.

“A few more won’t hurt, baby.”

# HANTA SERO [ things & such b partynextdoor ]

THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HERE IS CRAZY.

The moment you mention wanting to have sex, you don’t even need to move to the bedroom, he loves fucking your brains out on the couch anyway, locking one of your legs over his shoulder while his hands hold your other leg down to keep your legs open so he can watch himself going in and out, your hands WILL BE TIED. Sero is obsessed with watching your breasts bounce to, it drives him insane and makes him finish in a matter of minutes, and he’s not stopping even after cumming first.

The messier the better.

“Look at you sucking me in, goddamn.”

# SHOTO TODOROKI [ jaded by drake ]

Probably the calmest man you know outside the bedroom, but when you’re both in the mood? Your back will be hurting. He loves seeing your back arched; if he goes too deep and you ruin the arch, he’s pushing you right back down immediately.

“What did I say? Lower it back down.”

# IZUKU MIDORIYA [ can i by drake ]

A whole power bottom, he loves having you on top of him, guiding your hips while you ride him. When he's feeling a little adventurous, he likes to grab your throat, forcing your eyes to stay on his as he starts to fuck up into you. HE'S A WHINER. The closer he gets, the whinier he gets.

“Can I cum in you? Please let me cum in you. I wanna cum in you so bad, please. Fuck, I'm cumming."

# KATSUKI BAKUGOU [ altitude by monetell fish ]

As soon as the “Wanna have sex” comes out of your mouth, it’s over for you; it doesn’t matter if y’all are in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, or out in PUBLIC. Trust, he’s going to find a way to have your ass folded and panting. He likes folding you into a pretzel just as much as he likes having you on your hands and knees.

Wanna try and move his hands? They’re locked behind your back. Start squirming and crawling away? He’s got a solution for that ass.

“Stop fucking squirming and take it.”

# HITOSHI SHINSO [ first fuck by 6lack ft jhene aiko ]

Gentle touches and hard deep strokes.

He’s far more focused on having his hands explore your body while doing it, might accidentally brainwash you when he asks, “Is this okay?” or “Want me to go harder? I can’t understand you baby.” 

He loves positions where he can see your face as well.

# CLASS 1-B

# NEITO MONOMA [ sweat by zayn ]

This bitch cannot accept defeat; all that shit talking about lasting longer only to cum inside you after a couple of pumps, seeing your back glistening and your ass rippling each time his hips snapped against you was enough to send him over after five minutes. Don't worry though, he keeps going until you're finished, and then keeps going... and going just to get the 'last word' in his own way.

“What was that? All I hear are mumbles, tsk tsk, what a shame.”

# TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU [ feel it by jacquees ]

Oh baby, he LOVES folding your ass as much as he loves your reactions to him going balls deep each time. Pulling your hair, shoving his fingers into your mouth when you got too loud, and pushing your back down into a deeper arch just to hit it deeper when he has you on your hands and knees.

'Overstimulation is key' is his mindset when he's fucking you.

“Yeah baby, keep cumming.”

i think y'all can tell who i listen to a lot and which characters are my favorite by writing this 💀..

I'M SORRY IF THE SONGS DON'T FIT THE CHARACTERS </3 THIS WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO JUST BE ABOUT SERO BUT THEN I HAD AN IDEA

TEACHERS ARE NEXT!

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

YIPPEEEEE 🗣️

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# DOVES. | CHAPTER ONE.

౨ৎ tenya iida x fem!reader fic.

season one of doves.

arranged marriage trope.

wordcount ; 1,565

paragraphs ; 35

sentences ; 92

reading time ; 6:15

songs used

— wedding opening song / walking down the aisle.

— the kiss + following scenes.

tropes ; arranged marriage, slowburn.

tenya iida is twenty eight instead of his canon age of twenty four.

readers age has been set to early or mid twenties for this fic (ofc you can make it any age you want, as long as it's not illegal.)

due to both of iida's parents being unnamed, i will figure out names for them in later chapters.

author's note: because i love my poc girlies, i will be writing reader to have brown skin. all brown girls can have any texture of hair, including straight/slightly straight. i never see character x reader being described as poc in this fandom so here we go!.

The weather today was soothing. The sun shone brighter than usual, with not a single cloud in the sky. It was an ideal day to be outdoors. You couldn't help but wish your life mirrored the warmth of the sun. Unfortunately, your existence was far from serene, born to a mother who would go to any lengths to satisfy her husband and daughter to a man who was consumed by his thirst for power.

In your father's eyes, you were less than human, a truth you eventually came to accept. However, the realization that your mother viewed you similarly was a painful blow.

As you sat in front of the mirror, your throat tight from suppressing tears, you caught your reflection. Your mother stood behind you, delicately placing a stunning wedding accessory in your hair.

Wedding.

A word that typically evokes joy for those who dream of uniting with their true love. Wedding days are meant to be filled with happiness, laughter, and tears of joy.

Yet all you felt was a sense of impending doom.

f l a s h b a c k..

“You are to marry the second son of the Iida family! I will not tolerate any more of your tears!” Your father's voice echoed through his cramped office, his weathered face contorted in rage, turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t want to marry! Not him! Not anyone!” Despite your desperate protests and screams, your father's resolve remained unshaken. The sharp sting on your cheek from his slap left your ears ringing and your face burning, but you stood your ground, facing the man who had turned your life into a nightmare.

Your mother stood at the doorway, doing nothing to help as you struggled for control over your own life. When you turned to her, desperation in your eyes, her expression was icy, barely meeting your gaze. Your hands clutched hers, but she didn’t return the grip. Instead, she directed her attention to her husband. “The Iida family will cover the entire cost of the wedding.” Then she finally turned back to you, squeezing your hands, but the gesture felt anything but reassuring. “Stop acting like a child. It’s time for you to get married and contribute to this family.”

End of flashback.

“You make such an amazing bride.” She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears as she smiled, smoothing her hands down your arm before moving them up to give your shoulders a light squeeze. When you were a child your mother’s touch and gentle smiles used to bring you nothing but peace and comfort, but now her touches and gentle smiles left you disgusted, filled with anger.

Your hair was thoroughly brushed then pinned up into an elegant bun by a hairpiece that resembled doves. Your dress was a striking white, your shoulders and back was exposed, the silky lace gently tickled your shoulders and legs, your veil laid against a chair beside you, matching the same striking white lace of your wedding gown, little white doves decorated it.

You should’ve felt beautiful, the dress and your makeup was truly beautiful but all you felt was the tears threatening to spill and ruin your makeup. The gentle smile your mother offered you slightly wavered at your expression, her hands that were once gently squeezing your shoulders grew hard, her nails slightly digging into you. “Remember, you’re a grown woman, there’s no need to cry like a child.”

Her words pricked something deep inside you, your legs pushed you up before your brain could catch up to your movements. For a moment, a flicker of fear flashed in your mothers eyes as you stared at her down. “Get out.”

She was out the room within seconds, not sparing you a glance as she closed the door. For the next few minutes, your thoughts consumed every inch of your brain till they were shattered by the door opening. “I said I wanted to be alone! Why can’t you-” You paused in an instant, your yell silencing in your throat.

There stood Mrs, Iida with a wary look, her hands clutching a small white box. “Hello dear.” The corner of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled, softly closing the door as she walked further into the room. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to..” Her fingers circled around your wrist, silencing you once more. “There’s no need to apologize, I understand this whole…thing can be frightening. I just wish I could’ve changed the outcome.”

You both fell silent, the only sound being the soft rustle of the box being unwrapped by Mrs. Iida. “This was a gift to me on my wedding day, I want you to have it now.” It was a pretty pearl bracelet with a dove charm attached to it. “I added the dove, very fitting for your wedding theme.” She chuckled lightly, sliding your wedding dress right sleeve up to put the bracelet on before giving your wrist a comforting squeeze. “You look stunning, dear. I’m truly sorry that neither of us were given a choice in love.”

For the first time in months, you felt comforted by a mother’s touch, nuzzling your face into her shoulder as you pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Calm.” Mrs. Iida’s voice was gentle as she held your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze while you both stood behind a large white door. The soft murmur of conversation filtered through, barely audible. You took a deep breath, but it did little to calm your nerves. Instead, you placed your hand over hers and closed your eyes, waiting for the soft notes of a song to begin. As the doors slowly opened, the chatter faded into silence.

There stood your husband, dressed in a crisp white tuxedo, save for the red tie that matched his eyes, his hands neatly clasped behind him. Since the announcement of your engagement, you had barely spoken to him.

Turbo Hero: Ingenium was finally getting married after years of insisting he wouldn’t settle down while there were still villains to defeat. The media was eager to uncover the identity of his bride, shattering the quiet you once cherished with their flashing cameras and intrusive questions.

Even at your wedding, their cameras flashed as you walked down the aisle strewn with white rose petals. Your gaze remained locked on his, your hand resting on his mother’s trembling slightly, your breath unsteady.

And for some odd reason, when he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back.

A warm tingle spread from your fingers to your hands and up your arm as Mrs. Iida placed your hand in Tenya’s. His smile remained steady, though yours faltered for just a moment.

“Hello,” he whispered, tilting his head slightly, causing a few strands of dark hair to fall over his eyes. You bowed your head slightly before meeting his gaze again. “Hi.”

The priest cleared his throat and began the ceremony. You found it hard to focus on his words, instead getting lost in the depths of Tenya’s eyes. It wasn’t that you admired his gaze; it was just the only thing that kept you grounded amidst the sea of eyes and flashing cameras.

“Now, Tenya Iida,” the priest began, a jolt of anxiety coursing through you. You had been so absorbed in his eyes that you hadn’t realized the priest was nearing the end of vows. “Do you take this lovely woman to be your bride?”

For a moment, your breath caught in your throat as Tenya’s gaze shifted from yours to the priest and back again. A part of you feared he might say no, and you almost wished he would. “I do,” he finally said, and a wave of emotion washed over you. If it weren’t for his hands holding yours, you might have collapsed.

Now it was your turn to face the priest as he asked you the same question, pausing to await your response. Your heart raced, feeling as if it might burst from your chest. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you opened your mouth, your voice trembling. “...I...I do.”

The priest smiled at you both before continuing. “Then may the Lord’s kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously fulfill His blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” He paused, placing a white cloth over your joined hands. “In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss!”

In that moment, you completely forgot about the kiss. So when Tenya lifted your veil and cupped your face, your body froze. The guests erupted in applause and the cameras flashed, capturing the brief, sweet kiss that sealed your vows.

Tenya held your face for a moment longer before releasing you, taking your hands in his as he turned to face the audience, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his chest. The bright lights of the cameras momentarily blinded you, making you blink rapidly as tears spilled down your cheeks. You lowered your head slightly, dabbing at your tears.

Tenya’s hands moved to your waist, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear. White petals drifting down around you both, and the applause of your guests faded into a distant hum. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Iida.”

it's finally here! i rewrote this chapter so many times y'all.

enjoy this short-ish first chapter!

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TENYA IIDA FIC IS ALMOST READY 🗣️ TWO CHAPTERS WILL POSSIBLY BE POSTED BACK TO BACK DEPENDING ON THE ENGAGEMENT

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would you guys like a season two of "if you don't have anything nice to say, then shut up?" 👀

i'm currently writing random drabbles of it (as well as finishing up the arranged marriage tenya iidaw fic) to better my writing skills

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i'm writing sylus x reader smut right now because i grew obsessed after seeing him once on tiktok..i went into a deepdive into his character before i started writing..

2k words and counting 🌚 there's something wrong with me 100% i'm just praying it doesn't flop and the love and deepspace community eats my writing up 😭

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thinking about big!all might having a controversial younger girlfriend and being weak in the knees whenever they bat their eyelashes at him.

immediately caving when they pout and beg, giving them anything they want, fucking them anywhere and everywhere they asked.

may not have already written it already 🤭

update: IT'S BEEN POSTED! here. — posted September 10th.

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# ALL MIGHTS GIRL | Drabble.

౨ৎ big!all might x fem!reader.

pov: you're all mights controversially young girlfriend.

wordcount ; 390

paragraph ; 9

sentences ; 19

songs used ; none!

tropes ; age gap.

content warning ; semi-public sex, car sex, degradation (kinda?), cum denial. smut with no plot.

In all his fifty-five years of living, Toshinori Yagi never really thought of dating anyone. Sure, he had a couple of flitting feelings for women that came in and out of his life, but he never really acted on it. He was convinced that he wasn’t going to date or even marry once he hit his late forties and continued with that same mindset well into his fifties until he met you.

Doe-eyed and mischievous.

For someone as old as him, you’d expect he had some knowledge or experience with women or dating, but in truth, he didn’t. Having someone years younger than him pursue him was definitely a shock; it was an even bigger shock when your flirty glances and cheeky smiles started affecting him in ways he didn't expect.

Want an expensive pair of heels? He already has his wallet out. Want the Cartier diamond necklace you spotted in a jewelry shop window? He’s already walking into the store and buying it.

He was wrapped around your finger in a matter of days.

He found himself doing and saying things he never imagined he’d be saying and doing. The flutter of your lashes was enough to have his fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as he drove, your moans and sighs sending shocks throughout his body. “You look so damn stunning right now,” he groaned, curling his fingers deep inside you just to get a reaction out of you. Your quivering thighs and your fingers wrapping around his wrist in a poor attempt to slow his pace only made him grin.

Getting into a relationship with you made Toshi realize he was a big perv with a long sex drive, years of being a pro hero with no experience of the dating world left him pent up.

“Don’t push my fingers away, baby; I’m not done with you yet,” he’d chuckle out, burying his fingers right back inside you, much to your whines of protest, his thick fingers stretching you out effortlessly. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Speak up.”

Another realization for him was that he could be unexpectedly cruel, finding pleasure in depriving you of cumming each time you got close, your hands grabbing at his hand to keep his fingers in you instead of out now; your sweet noises were no longer whines of overstimulation but of desperation.

He enjoyed every second of it, leaving you panting and disheveled the rest of the drive home.

Daily reminder that All Might is canonically 7'3 🙏 Everything about him is big. 😋🤝

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drabbles section will be used for smut with no plot.

# ALL MIGHT. / TOSHINORI YAGI.

# all mights girl.

# POSITIONS & R&B. / Class 1-A & 1-B Boys [ Fan Favorites Only ]

# positions & r&b.

series section used for short/long series with plot more than smut.

# if you don't have anything nice to say, then shut up. katsuki bakugou . mini x reader series

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

chapter six.

# beastly.

lycan eijiro kirishima x human fem reader.

chapter one.

# doves.

tenya iida x fem!reader | arranged marriage fic.

chapter one.

scenarios section will be used for scenarios/mini stories with no plot smut.

one shots section will be used for smut with plot / or no smut at all.

# SHOTA AIZAWA.

nsfw writing.

# this isn't about me.

# TENYA IIDA.

nsfw writing.

# anal, right?

# girlfriend?

# OCHACO URARAKA.

strictly sfw | wlw.

# summer depression.

# TOMURA SHIGARAKI.

nsfw writing.

# so fucking needy.

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━━ catsukiiee. ౨ৎ nsfw & sfw blog.

sukii . kitty

scorpio.

eighteen+

black & asian

WHAT I WRITE ABOUT.

masterlists

here.

━━ my hero academia [frequently written.]

━━ jujutsu kaisen [new to this community/not frequently written.]

━━ love and deepspace. [new to this community/not frequently written]

WHAT I REFUSE TO WRITE. / DNI.

dubcon & noncon

any strange kinks (scat, piss, feet, you get the gist.)

illegal agegaps between reader & character.

pedophilia, zoophilia.

fisting. (staring into your soul with judgement.)

more will be added in the future if i ever run into something i don't like.

REQUEST RULES.

be patient if you request something! i promise i'll get it out there.

please do not request something clearly in my dni.

add in as much detail as possible if you want something specific please!

WHAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT.

breeding

anal

oral fixation

facefucking

monsterfucking

public sex

agegaps (the biggest i will do is early twenties + 30-50s or eighteen/nineteen + early/mid twenties.)

if there are more things i enjoy, they'll be added here.

about me.

hello! my name is sukii or kitty, you can also call me cat, i really don't know mind. i'm a amateur writer with an obsession with fictional men and women, monsters, and romance.

my blog is mainly about my hero academia, i watch other animes but they aren't a hyperfix, jjk is another anime i started getting into it, some characters may or may not make an appearance in here.

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# IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, THEN SHUT UP!

౨ৎ prohero!katsuki bakugou x bookstore!owner!fem!reader. | Chapter 6 . FINAL CHAPTER.

wordcount ; 2,688

paragraphs ; 79

sentences ; 162

other chapters here.

songs for this chapter.

— johnny by faye webster / here [ opening song ]

— painted pigeon by mieke / here [ bakugou's pov / thoughts about reader ]

— mis by alex g / here [ recommend listening to the song during the end for extra effect, totally won't break your heart <3 ]

ending credits ;

— throw the dog a bone by george draper / here

— voice memo 3: i found a dead cat last week by mieke / here

readers appearance prompt ;; readers appearance prompt ; short spiky ruffled black hair with faded pink tips from a dye attempt, stands at 5'4, slightly muscular, dark olive toned skin, golden yellow eyes.

readers quirk prompt ;; weightless [ allows you to manipulate gravity, making both objects and humans lighter or so heavy they physically can't move themselves or an object. if used at 100% and used on a focus point can cause something or someone to emplode. ]

tropes ; miscommunication (i think?), unrequited love.

content ; angsty-ish , romance.

katsuki bakugou is 27 here instead of his canon age of 24, reader is around katsuki's canon age (20s)

Waking up early, sticking to a morning routine, eating and drinking healthily, and then driving to open your bookstore had become a comforting ritual. However, as the weather grew colder, things began to change.

With an influx of customers seeking warmth and comfort, you found yourself baking more treats and hunting for new books to add to your shops collection, as people flocked to your cozy shop to enjoy pastries and good reads during the chilly season.

Your young employee didn’t seem to mind the increased workload, often staying late to help you prepare for the next day.

This routine felt oddly reassuring, a repetitive cycle that brought you a sense of calm. You were so absorbed in this tranquility that thoughts of… him had slipped from your mind.

“But now I’m thinking about you again…” You sighed softly, rolling a piece of thick dough between your flour-dusted hands, a sharp ache piercing your heart as you took a deep breath.

It had been six months since you last saw Bakugou, six months since your last conversation. His icy gaze and the words exchanged replayed in your mind, causing you to knead the dough with more force than necessary.

“Why are you manhandling the dough?”

Startled by the sudden interruption to your thoughts, you turned to find your young coworker beside you, a tray of freshly baked pastries in her hands and a look of concern on her face.

“I’m not manhandling anything, just preparing it,” you replied, trying to sound calm as you offered her a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Her worried expression deepened, and she managed a half-hearted smile in return. “Sure.”

Before you could say anything else, she left the kitchen to display the pastries up front, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

The months of peace you had once enjoyed now felt like a distant memory.

In the midst of the heartache consuming your life, an unexpected change did happen: the brown-haired man you had given direction to before began frequenting your shop. Unbeknownst to you, he often watched you when you weren’t aware, and whenever your eyes met, he greeted you with warm smiles. Regular customers began to take notice of his secretive glances and your obliviousness to them, whispering about you two when you weren't around.

The following day, as you stood at the front of the store restocking newly arrived books, the cozy atmosphere filled with Christmas music and light conversation, you heard a familiar voice say, “Hey there.” Turning around, you couldn’t help but beam as his warm brown eyes met yours. “Hey,” you responded, your voice light and your heart skipping a beat, warmth rushing to your ears as you looked up at him.

He glanced around the shop before returning his gaze to you, his eyes growing soft, the same soft gaze that always made your heart race. “You look busy today. Do you need help with anything? I know I’m not one of your employees, but…” His voice trailed off, leaving the offer hanging. For a moment, you were lost in his gaze, feeling flustered.

Quickly, you cleared your throat and looked away. “Uh, there’s a shelf I have trouble reaching. Could you help me with that?”

Jesus, it’s been ages since a man made me feel this flustered…

The thought slipped away, the flustered feeling in your belly began to sour slightly. You could only smile and nod in appreciation as he picked up the cardboard box of books and made his way to the shelf you had pointed out.

Why am I feeling guilty? It was my own mistake to be drawn to such a fiery, self-centered guy. But he never acted that way with me… Am I really that desperate for a guy who doesn’t want me?

With a deep frown, You turned your gaze to the large front windows, looking out at the street. Snow hadn’t fallen yet, but the chilly air hinted it was on its way. You always loved the snow; it adds a beautiful touch to the shop’s autumn ambiance. Shaking yourself free from your thoughts, You approached the man, handing him books as you two restocked the shelves together.

“So, are you free tonight?” He asked, voice calm and light. His question caught you off guard, and the book you were about to hand him fell back into the box with a thud. You blinked a few times, slowly meeting his gaze, only to find he was already looking at you expectantly. “What?” you managed to say.

He grinned at your surprise, then reached into the box to grab a random book and set it on the shelf before facing you completely. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” He suggested with a nervous laugh, taking your hands into his. “You don’t have to say yes, but I’d really like it if you did.”

It felt like fate was toying with you. Just as you were about to respond, the shop door jingled open. A man with spiky red hair entered, hand in hand with a pink-skinned woman sporting pink hair. Then, a familiar green-haired guy stepped in, followed by... him.

Your heart stopped, and so did your breath. You felt frozen, unable to move. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, his hands in his pockets as he scanned the shop, but you could see him fidgeting—clearly nervous. When your eyes finally met, his expression softened for a flicker of a second, but then the tough exterior returned, red eyes glaring down at something. You instinctively looked down to see what had made him tense.

Oh.

Your hands were still intertwined with the other man's. You glanced back up at the brown haired man, but he was focused entirely on the group that had just arrived. “Wow, I didn’t know Pro Heroes shopped here,” he said, looking down at you with a warm smile. “I should let you go; it would be rude to keep them waiting. Just let me know if you decide, okay?” He squeezed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Instead of feeling flustered, an anxious twist settled in your stomach.

As he walked toward an empty table, all you could concentrate on was Bakugou, who was glaring at the man’s retreating figure, his expression dark.

xxx

Katsuki Bakugou POV.

First Person This Time.

When Midoriya suggested I talk to her after I'd spent months complaining about her, I never expected him to drag me to her shop the very next day. Had I known, I wouldn’t have agreed—it's not that I was nervous, because no woman could make me feel that way. But the moment I saw her wide eyes, everything I had convinced myself of vanished.

She looked beautiful standing there in a brown sweater and jeans, her slightly dirty black and white Converse shoes completing the look. Her dark hair had grown since I last saw her, now just above her shoulders, spiky like Kirishima’s at the edges, with faded pink tips still lingering.

It took everything within me to suppress a smile; grinning at her right then didn’t seem wise. Just as I was about to take a step toward her, I noticed her hands intertwined with those of a man, who was grinning at me like he owned the place.

That fucking asshole—I never wanted to smash someone’s face into a window so badly in my life. A wave of disgust washed over me as he looked down to smile at her, and the way she gazed up at him made me feel even worse. She was meant to be mine. She belonged to me.

“"Kacchan?" Izuku leaned closer, his freckled face filled with concern. He had one arm around my shoulder, trying to guide me to the table where Kirishima and Mina were sitting, but I was frozen in place. I wanted to approach her, take her hands, express my apologies, and tell her… that I…

Love her. I'm in love with her.

"Kacchan, come on, don’t just stand there." Izuku pulled on me with more urgency this time. "I’m coming, so quit pushing me," I grumbled, making my way to the table and taking a seat. Kirishima flashed me an encouraging smile, joined by Izuku's. All I wanted to do was punch them both.

"What if I go talk to her?" Mina chimed in suddenly, tilting her head as she looked at me. "Girl to girl."

Girl to girl?

"Sure, but that won’t magically solve anything," I scoffed, slumping down in my chair with my arms crossed. Mina frowned at me, shaking her head. "And whose fault is that?" Before I could respond, she was up and out of her seat, her words cutting deeper than they should have.

I've never been one to experience excessive anxiety; even back in high school, it never affected me. It wasn't until now, watching Mina approach her with a friendly smile, that I truly understood how suffocating it could be. Seeing her smile in return made my heart feel lighter—I've always loved that smile of hers.

Watching their conversation was torture; I desperately wanted to know what they were discussing. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, and her grin widened at something Mina said. Mina suddenly grabbed her hand and turned to look at me, Kirishima, and Izuku, waving at us with her other hand. My attention wasn’t really on Mina, though; it was on her, as her gaze remained fixed on me.

Damn it, I’m nervous.

She seemed a bit anxious too, giving Mina shy smiles while trying to wave her off. My heart nearly jumped into my throat as Mina started to pull her closer, the flustered feeling inside me matched the bashful expression on her face.

“Here he is! Katsuki Bakugou,” Mina announced, looking back and forth between me and her, her bright smile slowly faltering until it transformed into a full frown. “I can't keep up this act anymore, come on, you two, just talk. I'm sick of seeing Bakugou all gloomy.”

I swear, I could strangle this woman.

Wincing internally, I met her gaze. The coldness I had saw that day was completely gone, neither of us said a word. The silence was eventually broken by a young girl who wrapped her arms around my woman’s. “Sorry, but I need my boss for something,” she said hurriedly before dragging her away.

Mina plopped down in her seat, crossing her arms over the table. “She's lovely.”

Damn right she is.

xxx

Reader's POV.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” You groaned, covering your mouth with one hand.

Your young employee took a step back, her face twisted in disgust. “Ew, turn your face that way if you’re going to.”

This little shit.

She had saved you from an awkward conversation with Bakugou, and you were somewhat grateful for it. Standing there in front of him and his friends had left you completely frozen, your mind blanking at the worst possible moment.

“You totally froze up, you know.”

“Shut up.”

For the rest of the day, you stuck to the back of the shop, sending your employee out to take orders while you prepared them. It was a monotonous cycle until closing time. When you finally ventured back to the front, Bakugou and his friends were long gone, leaving a lingering disappointment in your gut.

“Hurry up, it’s freezing,” The young girl complained, hugging herself tight despite wearing a thick jacket. “Oh, come on, we just stepped outside.” After double-checking the door was locked, you turned to her and crossed your arms as you both started walking down the street to your cars. You nearly jumped in surprise when you spotted Bakugou leaning against your car, smoke curling from his mouth.

How long had he been waiting out here?

“Um, I need to head home early, so I’m clocking out!” Your employee squeaked, darting past you both towards her car and whispering a quick ‘good luck’ to you before driving off, leaving you and Bakugou in heavy silence. He broke it first, striding over to you.

“How are you?” For some reason, his question irked you. He had shattered your heart and disappeared for six months, and now he was asking how you were doing?

“Are you serious?” Your tone was sharper than you intended. “You.” You poked your finger into his jacket-covered chest. “You hurt me, and now you just show up? Out of nowhere?”

Bakugou stood like stone for a moment before grabbing your wrist, a look of regret crossing his face—something you never expected to see on him. “I had no way to contact you; we didn’t exactly exchange numbers.” He pulled you closer, holding both of your arms.

“I miss you, and I'm sorry.” Silence followed his words, you stared at him, a storm of emotions swirling in your heart and mind.

“You missed me?”

“Yes.”

No matter how hard you tried, tears still spilled down your cheeks, your throat aching from the effort of trying to keep them away. “Then why did you leave me? Why did you hurt me?” Your voice cracked on the word ‘hurt.’

You watched as Bakugou opened and closed his mouth, clearly struggling to find the right words. You didn’t give him time; you tugged your wrist free as if it burned. Sniffling and rubbing your nose, you glared at him through your tears.

“Is there something wrong with me then?” His expression shifted with discomfort, reaching out to you but quickly dropped his hands at his sides when he saw the hardness in your eyes. “No, of course not. You're perfect.”

“Then why did you hold me like that? Why kiss me and then leave for six months?” Your voice faltered with each painful word, but you didn’t care. You needed answers—something to ease the ache in your heart.

Bakugou looked down at his hands, then back up at you, pain evident in his red eyes. “I…I honestly thought I couldn’t be with you because of my job.” He sighed heavily, running his gloved hands through his hair. “During those months apart, I realized that I’m in love with you. At first, I mistook it for annoyance, but then I recognized it for what it was: longing. After that night, all I felt was regret. I felt stupid for pushing you away.” He stepped closer, taking your hand, and you allowed it.

start listening to mis here <3 recommend listening to the 2:12 part at the very ending.

“Those months without you were terrible. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.” His confession felt like an angel whispering in your ear, though the ache in your heart remained. You wanted to pull him close, but you just couldn’t—not now.

“Katsuki.” You looked into his eyes, stunned to see tears threatening to spill. “I…” You hesitated, biting your lip. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, summoning a smile that warmed your heart as he returned it. “You’re an idiot.” You laughed through the tears, reaching up to brush the wetness from his cheeks. He chuckled in response, albeit a little unsteadily.

Drawing him near, you wrapped your arms around him in a brief, tight embrace before leaning back just enough to look into his eyes. You could feel his hands tightening around your waist, drawing you in closer. With a soft smile, you pulled him in, rising on your toes to meet his lips; he immediately responded by meeting you halfway. The kiss was slow and tender, making your heart race. Eventually though, you had to pull back, wiping your tears.

“I can’t be with you right now.” It hurt to say those words.

He didn’t argue, only nodded, the hope that had briefly flared in his expression flickered out, leaving only hurt behind. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you moved to your car. Neither of you spoke as you started the engine.

Just as you began to pull away, you paused, tear-filled eyes locking onto his.

“I loved you too, Katsuki Bakugou.”

Without waiting for his reply, you drove off, refusing to look back in the mirror.

The End.

I genuinely wanted to end this off with a happy ending but it didn't feel realistic, to share such a intimate moment for someone then to have them be so cold the next day would genuinely fuck me up.

This isn't oc x character though so how events go after this are up to you guys! that's always the fun part of ending x reader stories off with cliffhangers :D I'd like to personally think that Bakugou didn't give up and eventually proposed after dating for just six months, it might be my delusions talking, I feel like Bakugou is the type of dude to love hard and not let go, once he has you he'll make sure to keep you.

And he's a big family man, many babies happened following after the wedding :] that's my personal thoughts after writing everything down. What I said was going to be the original ending, but like I said, it didn't feel realistic to leave with a happy ending, leaving it up to interpretation is much more fun.

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y'all do not care, probably telling me to chop chop LOL /j

will be finishing up chapter 2 to beastly and posting the first chapter of the tenya iida x reader fic once i'm no longer busy

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# IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, THEN SHUT UP!

౨ৎ prohero!katsuki bakugou x bookstore!owner!fem!reader. | Chapter 6 . FINAL CHAPTER | SEASON 1 OVER.

wordcount ; 2,688

paragraphs ; 79

sentences ; 162

other chapters here.

songs for this chapter.

— johnny by faye webster / here [ opening song ]

— painted pigeon by mieke / here [ bakugou's pov / thoughts about reader ]

— mis by alex g / here [ recommend listening to the song during the end for extra effect, totally won't break your heart <3 ]

ending credits ;

— throw the dog a bone by george draper / here

— voice memo 3: i found a dead cat last week by mieke / here

readers appearance prompt ;; readers appearance prompt ; short spiky ruffled black hair with faded pink tips from a dye attempt, stands at 5'4, slightly muscular, dark olive toned skin, golden yellow eyes.

readers quirk prompt ;; weightless [ allows you to manipulate gravity, making both objects and humans lighter or so heavy they physically can't move themselves or an object. if used at 100% and used on a focus point can cause something or someone to emplode. ]

tropes ; miscommunication (i think?), unrequited love.

content ; angsty-ish , romance.

katsuki bakugou is 27 here instead of his canon age of 24, reader is around katsuki's canon age (20s)

Waking up early, sticking to a morning routine, eating and drinking healthily, and then driving to open your bookstore had become a comforting ritual. However, as the weather grew colder, things began to change.

With an influx of customers seeking warmth and comfort, you found yourself baking more treats and hunting for new books to add to your shops collection, as people flocked to your cozy shop to enjoy pastries and good reads during the chilly season.

Your young employee didn’t seem to mind the increased workload, often staying late to help you prepare for the next day.

This routine felt oddly reassuring, a repetitive cycle that brought you a sense of calm. You were so absorbed in this tranquility that thoughts of… him had slipped from your mind.

“But now I’m thinking about you again…” You sighed softly, rolling a piece of thick dough between your flour-dusted hands, a sharp ache piercing your heart as you took a deep breath.

It had been six months since you last saw Bakugou, six months since your last conversation. His icy gaze and the words exchanged replayed in your mind, causing you to knead the dough with more force than necessary.

“Why are you manhandling the dough?”

Startled by the sudden interruption to your thoughts, you turned to find your young coworker beside you, a tray of freshly baked pastries in her hands and a look of concern on her face.

“I’m not manhandling anything, just preparing it,” you replied, trying to sound calm as you offered her a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Her worried expression deepened, and she managed a half-hearted smile in return. “Sure.”

Before you could say anything else, she left the kitchen to display the pastries up front, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

The months of peace you had once enjoyed now felt like a distant memory.

In the midst of the heartache consuming your life, an unexpected change did happen: the brown-haired man you had given direction to before began frequenting your shop. Unbeknownst to you, he often watched you when you weren’t aware, and whenever your eyes met, he greeted you with warm smiles. Regular customers began to take notice of his secretive glances and your obliviousness to them, whispering about you two when you weren't around.

The following day, as you stood at the front of the store restocking newly arrived books, the cozy atmosphere filled with Christmas music and light conversation, you heard a familiar voice say, “Hey there.” Turning around, you couldn’t help but beam as his warm brown eyes met yours. “Hey,” you responded, your voice light and your heart skipping a beat, warmth rushing to your ears as you looked up at him.

He glanced around the shop before returning his gaze to you, his eyes growing soft, the same soft gaze that always made your heart race. “You look busy today. Do you need help with anything? I know I’m not one of your employees, but…” His voice trailed off, leaving the offer hanging. For a moment, you were lost in his gaze, feeling flustered.

Quickly, you cleared your throat and looked away. “Uh, there’s a shelf I have trouble reaching. Could you help me with that?”

Jesus, it’s been ages since a man made me feel this flustered…

The thought slipped away, the flustered feeling in your belly began to sour slightly. You could only smile and nod in appreciation as he picked up the cardboard box of books and made his way to the shelf you had pointed out.

Why am I feeling guilty? It was my own mistake to be drawn to such a fiery, self-centered guy. But he never acted that way with me… Am I really that desperate for a guy who doesn’t want me?

With a deep frown, You turned your gaze to the large front windows, looking out at the street. Snow hadn’t fallen yet, but the chilly air hinted it was on its way. You always loved the snow; it adds a beautiful touch to the shop’s autumn ambiance. Shaking yourself free from your thoughts, You approached the man, handing him books as you two restocked the shelves together.

“So, are you free tonight?” He asked, voice calm and light. His question caught you off guard, and the book you were about to hand him fell back into the box with a thud. You blinked a few times, slowly meeting his gaze, only to find he was already looking at you expectantly. “What?” you managed to say.

He grinned at your surprise, then reached into the box to grab a random book and set it on the shelf before facing you completely. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” He suggested with a nervous laugh, taking your hands into his. “You don’t have to say yes, but I’d really like it if you did.”

It felt like fate was toying with you. Just as you were about to respond, the shop door jingled open. A man with spiky red hair entered, hand in hand with a pink-skinned woman sporting pink hair. Then, a familiar green-haired guy stepped in, followed by... him.

Your heart stopped, and so did your breath. You felt frozen, unable to move. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, his hands in his pockets as he scanned the shop, but you could see him fidgeting—clearly nervous. When your eyes finally met, his expression softened for a flicker of a second, but then the tough exterior returned, red eyes glaring down at something. You instinctively looked down to see what had made him tense.

Oh.

Your hands were still intertwined with the other man's. You glanced back up at the brown haired man, but he was focused entirely on the group that had just arrived. “Wow, I didn’t know Pro Heroes shopped here,” he said, looking down at you with a warm smile. “I should let you go; it would be rude to keep them waiting. Just let me know if you decide, okay?” He squeezed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Instead of feeling flustered, an anxious twist settled in your stomach.

As he walked toward an empty table, all you could concentrate on was Bakugou, who was glaring at the man’s retreating figure, his expression dark.

xxx

Katsuki Bakugou POV.

First Person This Time.

When Midoriya suggested I talk to her after I'd spent months complaining about her, I never expected him to drag me to her shop the very next day. Had I known, I wouldn’t have agreed—it's not that I was nervous, because no woman could make me feel that way. But the moment I saw her wide eyes, everything I had convinced myself of vanished.

She looked beautiful standing there in a brown sweater and jeans, her slightly dirty black and white Converse shoes completing the look. Her dark hair had grown since I last saw her, now just above her shoulders, spiky like Kirishima’s at the edges, with faded pink tips still lingering.

It took everything within me to suppress a smile; grinning at her right then didn’t seem wise. Just as I was about to take a step toward her, I noticed her hands intertwined with those of a man, who was grinning at me like he owned the place.

That fucking asshole—I never wanted to smash someone’s face into a window so badly in my life. A wave of disgust washed over me as he looked down to smile at her, and the way she gazed up at him made me feel even worse. She was meant to be mine. She belonged to me.

“"Kacchan?" Izuku leaned closer, his freckled face filled with concern. He had one arm around my shoulder, trying to guide me to the table where Kirishima and Mina were sitting, but I was frozen in place. I wanted to approach her, take her hands, express my apologies, and tell her… that I…

Love her. I'm in love with her.

"Kacchan, come on, don’t just stand there." Izuku pulled on me with more urgency this time. "I’m coming, so quit pushing me," I grumbled, making my way to the table and taking a seat. Kirishima flashed me an encouraging smile, joined by Izuku's. All I wanted to do was punch them both.

"What if I go talk to her?" Mina chimed in suddenly, tilting her head as she looked at me. "Girl to girl."

Girl to girl?

"Sure, but that won’t magically solve anything," I scoffed, slumping down in my chair with my arms crossed. Mina frowned at me, shaking her head. "And whose fault is that?" Before I could respond, she was up and out of her seat, her words cutting deeper than they should have.

I've never been one to experience excessive anxiety; even back in high school, it never affected me. It wasn't until now, watching Mina approach her with a friendly smile, that I truly understood how suffocating it could be. Seeing her smile in return made my heart feel lighter—I've always loved that smile of hers.

Watching their conversation was torture; I desperately wanted to know what they were discussing. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, and her grin widened at something Mina said. Mina suddenly grabbed her hand and turned to look at me, Kirishima, and Izuku, waving at us with her other hand. My attention wasn’t really on Mina, though; it was on her, as her gaze remained fixed on me.

Damn it, I’m nervous.

She seemed a bit anxious too, giving Mina shy smiles while trying to wave her off. My heart nearly jumped into my throat as Mina started to pull her closer, the flustered feeling inside me matched the bashful expression on her face.

“Here he is! Katsuki Bakugou,” Mina announced, looking back and forth between me and her, her bright smile slowly faltering until it transformed into a full frown. “I can't keep up this act anymore, come on, you two, just talk. I'm sick of seeing Bakugou all gloomy.”

I swear, I could strangle this woman.

Wincing internally, I met her gaze. The coldness I had saw that day was completely gone, neither of us said a word. The silence was eventually broken by a young girl who wrapped her arms around my woman’s. “Sorry, but I need my boss for something,” she said hurriedly before dragging her away.

Mina plopped down in her seat, crossing her arms over the table. “She's lovely.”

Damn right she is.

xxx

Reader's POV.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” You groaned, covering your mouth with one hand.

Your young employee took a step back, her face twisted in disgust. “Ew, turn your face that way if you’re going to.”

This little shit.

She had saved you from an awkward conversation with Bakugou, and you were somewhat grateful for it. Standing there in front of him and his friends had left you completely frozen, your mind blanking at the worst possible moment.

“You totally froze up, you know.”

“Shut up.”

For the rest of the day, you stuck to the back of the shop, sending your employee out to take orders while you prepared them. It was a monotonous cycle until closing time. When you finally ventured back to the front, Bakugou and his friends were long gone, leaving a lingering disappointment in your gut.

“Hurry up, it’s freezing,” The young girl complained, hugging herself tight despite wearing a thick jacket. “Oh, come on, we just stepped outside.” After double-checking the door was locked, you turned to her and crossed your arms as you both started walking down the street to your cars. You nearly jumped in surprise when you spotted Bakugou leaning against your car, smoke curling from his mouth.

How long had he been waiting out here?

“Um, I need to head home early, so I’m clocking out!” Your employee squeaked, darting past you both towards her car and whispering a quick ‘good luck’ to you before driving off, leaving you and Bakugou in heavy silence. He broke it first, striding over to you.

“How are you?” For some reason, his question irked you. He had shattered your heart and disappeared for six months, and now he was asking how you were doing?

“Are you serious?” Your tone was sharper than you intended. “You.” You poked your finger into his jacket-covered chest. “You hurt me, and now you just show up? Out of nowhere?”

Bakugou stood like stone for a moment before grabbing your wrist, a look of regret crossing his face—something you never expected to see on him. “I had no way to contact you; we didn’t exactly exchange numbers.” He pulled you closer, holding both of your arms.

“I miss you, and I'm sorry.” Silence followed his words, you stared at him, a storm of emotions swirling in your heart and mind.

“You missed me?”

“Yes.”

No matter how hard you tried, tears still spilled down your cheeks, your throat aching from the effort of trying to keep them away. “Then why did you leave me? Why did you hurt me?” Your voice cracked on the word ‘hurt.’

You watched as Bakugou opened and closed his mouth, clearly struggling to find the right words. You didn’t give him time; you tugged your wrist free as if it burned. Sniffling and rubbing your nose, you glared at him through your tears.

“Is there something wrong with me then?” His expression shifted with discomfort, reaching out to you but quickly dropped his hands at his sides when he saw the hardness in your eyes. “No, of course not. You're perfect.”

“Then why did you hold me like that? Why kiss me and then leave for six months?” Your voice faltered with each painful word, but you didn’t care. You needed answers—something to ease the ache in your heart.

start listening to mis here <3 recommend listening to the 2:12 part at the very ending.

Bakugou looked down at his hands, then back up at you, pain evident in his red eyes. “I…I honestly thought I couldn’t be with you because of my job.” He sighed heavily, running his gloved hands through his hair. “During those months apart, I realized that I’m in love with you. At first, I mistook it for annoyance, but then I recognized it for what it was: longing. After that night, all I felt was regret. I felt stupid for pushing you away.” He stepped closer, taking your hand, and you allowed it.

“Those months without you were terrible. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.” His confession felt like an angel whispering in your ear, though the ache in your heart remained. You wanted to pull him close, but you just couldn’t—not now.

“Katsuki.” You looked into his eyes, stunned to see tears threatening to spill. “I…” You hesitated, biting your lip. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, summoning a smile that warmed your heart as he returned it. “You’re an idiot.” You laughed through the tears, reaching up to brush the wetness from his cheeks. He chuckled in response, albeit a little unsteadily.

Drawing him near, you wrapped your arms around him in a brief, tight embrace before leaning back just enough to look into his eyes. You could feel his hands tightening around your waist, drawing you in closer. With a soft smile, you pulled him in, rising on your toes to meet his lips; he immediately responded by meeting you halfway. The kiss was slow and tender, making your heart race. Eventually though, you had to pull back, wiping your tears.

“I can’t be with you right now.” It hurt to say those words.

He didn’t argue, only nodded, the hope that had briefly flared in his expression flickered out, leaving only hurt behind. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you moved to your car. Neither of you spoke as you started the engine.

Just as you began to pull away, you paused, tear-filled eyes locking onto his.

“I loved you too, Katsuki Bakugou.”

Without waiting for his reply, you drove off, refusing to look back in the mirror.

The End.

I genuinely wanted to end this off with a happy ending but it didn't feel realistic, to share such a intimate moment for someone then to have them be so cold the next day would genuinely fuck me up.

This isn't oc x character though so how events go after this are up to you guys! that's always the fun part of ending x reader stories off with cliffhangers :D I'd like to personally think that Bakugou didn't give up and eventually proposed after dating for just six months, it might be my delusions talking, I feel like Bakugou is the type of dude to love hard and not let go, once he has you he'll make sure to keep you.

And he's a big family man, many babies happened following after the wedding :] that's my personal thoughts after writing everything down. What I said was going to be the original ending, but like I said, it didn't feel realistic to leave with a happy ending, leaving it up to interpretation is much more fun.