#Denki needs a hug

[lollieskk]

Denki angst

After the war Denki’s scars stopped disappearing, they became permanent and tripled in amount.

During his second year, lichtenburg figures started appearing on his arms after high quirk usage. It wasn’t a problem in the beginning, he even thought they looked cool. Showed them off even. They usually disappeared within a day or two, he didn’t even notice when that timespan increased into a week. Or maybe he did but didn’t want to  acknowledge it, ignored the fact that his arms were throbbing.

The summer between second and third year the scars stopped fading. Permanent scars, every time he used more than 0.7 million voltage. Honestly he could probably make do with that. Get some scars, save some people, be a hero. That was his thought process, that’s why he didn’t bother with recovery girl. He was fine.

His arms started hurting more and more. He was nearly two months into his third year when he wanted to cry every time he lifted his arms. Aizawa had them training on upping their quirk limit, and Denki couldn’t even reach his usually most powerful attack, 1.3 million voltage without wanting to scream. It felt like his nerves were burning, like lighting and fire running up and down inside his arms. A pain he couldn’t see or touch, he wanted to claw at his arms, he wanted to rip his flesh and bleed. He wanted to see it, to know were the pain was coming from, to see the damage.

Aizawa seemed disappointed in him, he didn’t outright say it. But Denki saw it in his eyes, heard it between the lines when he scolded Denki. Every sigh when Denki nearly got up to 0.5 million voltage without tears welling up in his eyes. He must have looked pathetic to everyone.

Everyday now he looked himself up in his room and weeped he tried to be as quiet as possible, afraid Koda or Lida would hear him. Pain killers did nothing for his pain, everything he saw on Google that seemed like it would work had to be prescribed by a doctor.

Soon his arms were covered from the top of his fingers up to his armpits and down his chest.

The others in class tried seeking him out, he knew that. He wasn’t blind nor as stupid as people may think, he got the social cues. But it honestly took everything inside of him not to completely collapse everyday in class, and he could not keep that act up longer then a school day. Just the thought of being in the common room with the others make him fill up with anxiety.

One day he woke up with a fever of 40° C, he didn’t leave his bed at all the whole day. He could of easily if he wanted to, to at least get some food or water. But he had his water bottle from the day before and he simply didn’t want to get out of bed. His fever dragged on for another day and around the time class would have ended there was a knock at his door.

He could hear Shinsou’s voice through it. A soft, “Denki? You okay?”

He stared at the door, waiting to see if Shinsou would walk in. Denki didn’t know if he wanted him to walk away or open the door, and it felt so exhausting to move with mouth and tongue. He slowly blinked, unmoving from his bed.

“Denks? Aizawa said you were sick, I brought you some food,” food sounded good, it really did, but the thought of getting up and going through the process of acually eating sounded like hell. Having to put his arm muscles to use to cut the food, or just moving his hand up from the plate made him even more exhausted then he already was.

“Okay,” the voice behind his door sighed, “I’ll leave it outside if you want it.” The was a clink and then footsteps.

The weeks passed and eventually Denki could not move anymore. The pain was to great, he couldn’t get up out of bed. Not only were his arms on fire but now his hips and legs as well. The worst were his joins; his knees, hips, shoulders, elbows and neck. The pain hadn’t reached his feet, yet, and he couldn’t even feel his fingers anymore.

He stopped showing up to class all together and he could barely tell day and night apart. He slept when he felt like it, and he always felt like it.

Most from his class had tried to talk to him. Asked if he was okay, if he was sick again, if he’d eaten while they were in class. It got more aggressive as the days passed, people jiggling the door handle, pounding at the door to open up, threatens that Aizawa was furious at him.

Denki couldn’t bring himself to care, it felt like he was dying. He barely moved, the pain was numbling and tiering and felt drowsy from just breathing. He couldn’t tell what was going on even when Aizawa opened his door. He had a key probably, it made since. Obviously their teacher would have a key to all their dorms. Denki was to out of it to see his teachers face, to see how it changed from anger and frustration to scared and panicked. He didn’t see his classmates faces’ either. He missed Bakugou’s -once in a lifetime- utter terrified face, Kirishima right beside him, hand over his mouth. Midoriya’s tears were nothing new, but Shinsou’s was. He could see the purple of Shinsou’s hair, I could see everyone really but at the same time he didn’t. It was more like his brain couldn’t register them, could comprehend that there were people and sounds around him.

The pain that shredded through him suddenly was unbearable. He probably let out a horrid scream from the way everyone around him froze, it was quiet now he realized. Oh, right. Mina was yelling before, how could he not see Mina?

The pain was back a minute later, and it kept going this time. Somewhere in the back of him mind he realized he was moving. Aizawa was carrying him.

Denki woke up in the hospital, he had almost immediately gotten a scolding from recovery girl. His groggy brain slowly realized that he acually comprehend recovery girls scolding.

“Usually lichtenberg scars disappeared within 24 hours, but in your case it seems that the constant usage of your quirk has made them permanent. You should have come to me the second you saw these scars Kaminari…” he zoned out a bit, blinging at the short woman, her face twisted in irritation. She eventually took a breath and her features smoothed out.

“…it’s called neuropathic pain it comes from the nerves that transmit pain signals from the body to the brain. People often describe the pain as burning, stinging, or shooting. It may radiate from one area of the body to another and may be accompanied by numbness and tingling.” Seemed about right Denki concluded.

“There are two typical nerve medications to help with this thankfully. The first is called anticonvulsants. These medications were developed to control seizures, but they also help to blunt pain signals in the nerves. Several are in wide use for chronic pain. This is what I have put you on right now. The scars won’t disappear and you may still feel numbness and a shooting pain up and down your limbs.” The elder woman sighed again, looking at Denki with sad eyes.

“There is also antidepressants. Certain types of antidepressants also help to control nerve pain. They may have a synergistic effect in people who experience depression along with chronic pain. Chronic pain often causes depression, and depression can intensify a person's sensitivity to pain. However I cannot prescribe these to you outside of the hospital. I strongly advise you to go to a therapist my dear.”

Denki felt overwhelmed, like she had just stuffed his brain with a bunch of information. “You may experience some side effects of anticonvulsants, such as dizziness and drowsiness and in rare cases tremor, weight gain, gastrointestinal upset and rashes.” Oh god, Denki felt worse than before, if even possible. He let out an annoyed groan, his jaw still felt stitched shut.

“Yes yes, groan and moan all you want. This could have been much minor have you come earlier.” She scolded him yet again. Right then the door to his room opened, in stepped a tired Aizawa. One look at his student opened eyes and he seemed to relaxe, even if just a little bit.

“Ya’ scared everyone half to death kid.” He sighed, walking closer to recovery girl. Both on his right side of the bed. Denki simply hummed in response, Aizawa shot the woman a quick look to witch she sighed.

“The non verbal response has nothing to do with the medication Aizawa. Although I can imagine if he hasn’t talked in the four days he didn’t leave his room for, he has simply gotten used to not moving his jaw or tongue.” Four days? He had laid in bed for four days without moving? Jesus fuck.

Aizawa nodded and then looked back up at Denki, “Depending on how your recovery will go your future as a hero may very.” What?

“So long as the medication does it’s job without a much to big physical and/or mental backtrack then you can go forward as you see fit. But if you still have nerve pain to this point again I cannot let you purse a carrière as Pro Hero.” What the fuck.

Only a few minutes after half the class bursted through the doors. Recovery girl had to quiet them down with a hit with her cain before she and Aizawa stepped out.

“Fuck Denki are you okay?”

“You scared the shit out of us!”

“You looked like a fucking corpse spark plug!”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again!

“Kaminari you really should have told someone.”

“Denks how do you feel?”

They were all talking so fast and over each other, Denki could barely possess what they were saying. There was a second, five minutes into their ramping, when they all when quiet. Staring at him.

“Say something dunce face!” Bakugo I finally screamed, earring a scolding ‘Kacchan!’ from somewhere in the room.

“So-“ two letters in and he was already coughing at his dry and unused throat. “Haven’t ta’k’t in a w’ile.” They all stared for a second, Hanta and Eijirou almost immediately bursted into tears, hugging him on his bed.

[henryshakesmear]

Izuku calling Katsuki Kacchan is great. Katsuki calling himself Kacchan is better. Denki calling Katsuki Kacchan too after hearing Izuku say it is enough to make a grown man cry.

[katsdynam1ght]

the dichotomy of kats… would you guys kill me if I wrote some monoma-positive content years after writing spark plug. in my defense season seven and that art with shinsou really changed him in my eyes. he’s still annoying af in the earlier seasons but… the content… and bakugou… and… i’ve got thoughts alright

[damixo]

Would y'all judge me if I said I've thought about dating most of the guys in class 1-A like would you ship kiribakudekutodohiyo

[sonomly]

Chapter 2 of BibliophiLe is up!

More Monoma and Kaminari fan fiction goodness wherein Monoma wants to learn about Electrification, but has some trauma preventing him from interacting with the one person he needs to.

A classic, "You're probably wondering how I got here..." chapter.

There are nervous boys. There are skateboards. There are delicious coffee drinks. There are references to classic literature. There is an achingly slow burn.

[kiwikaze-222]

Chapter Two

Now that Denki was trying to change, he found it even more difficult to focus in class. He knew that if he wanted to improve his close combat skills, he was going to need a teacher, aka actual teaching instruction, because he was not about to train with Bakugou and Kirishima just to get slapped around like a ragdoll. 

But, the only instructor that came to mind was Aizawa Sensei, because he was the teacher he was the most familiar with, but when he actually thought about it, Aizawa knew how to fight without relying on a physical quirk. Even the amount of people he saw sensei fight at the USJ was enough all on its own to want him specifically to teach him. 

So, Denki waited until the end of the school day to talk to Aizawa. Normally, he wouldn’t volunteer himself for extra classes and such, but just like everyone else in his class, he wanted to be a hero. He wanted to be someone other people could count on, someone people could respect. So, he calmed the pounding of his heart, and once everyone left the classroom, walked up to Aizawa’s desk, “Aizawa sensei, can I train with you to help me improve my combat skills?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62566390/chapters/160142944#workskin

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[rumisgf]

❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION (PART 2!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: y’all wanted a part two i shall give a part two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, iida tenya, kirishima eijirou

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: black!reader obv, cursing, mentions of drug usage/marijuana, suggestive if u squint, fem reader implied, mentioning of babies/children

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ wipes your tears sort of aggressively but only because he’s so urgent to comfort you and take care of you

✮ always hugs you by your lower waist

✮ when you go to the gym together, he’s the type to always say “c’mon, you can do one more.” or “do three more”

✮ ruffles your hair/flicks your forehead in a teasing way

✮ “act right.”/“watch out.”

✮ doesn’t remind you to drink water— he simply justs brings water bottles up to your mouth and tells you to “open up”

✮ if you have any, he cares for your pets like they’re his own

✮ just something about the sight of him holding a baby

✮ bites you just because he can

✮ pulls you into his lap whenever he’s tired of your attitude

✮ gets super close to your face like he’s gonna kiss you but pulls away just to mess with you

✮ “that’s my girl” in the most proud voice ever every single time

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ any time he does get high he’s all over you and staring at you with half lidded eyes

✮ it’s just something about the way he curses man.

✮ loves falling asleep on the phone with you and takes facetime photos of you sleeping because he thinks you look like an angel

✮ runs his thumb over your hand whenever you hold hands

✮ loves giving earlobe kisses

✮ will casually be like “when we have kids,”

✮ sends voice memos ranging from something funny that happened in class to how much he misses you and needs to see you

✮ kisses your lip gloss off every chance he gets right after complimenting how nice your lip combo looks

✮ sends you pictures of yourself and says “you look so pretty in this”

✮ him whispering in your ear.

✮ has your contact as the only one pinned in his messages

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ pats away your tears with his finger instead of wiping them (those who watch love island usa and are kordell + serena fans know what i’m talking about)

✮ places his hand on the small of your waist to guide your somewhere or move you out the way

✮ constant forehead kisses

✮ lifts you up and spins you around when he’s excited to hug you

✮ guides you into the right form when you workout together

✮ runs his hands down your waist and hips when he’s checking you out while you’re right in front of him

✮ him around kids. that’s all.

✮ gives you flowers pretty much every week— and one time he gave you a money bouquet for your birthday

✮ flexes for you when he feels you staring at him and pretends he’s not doing it on purpose

✮ throws his arm around you and presses you flush against his chest when you go to sit on the couch next to him

✮ refers to you as his “wife” to his friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ you could have been rotting in bed all day and when he facetimes you he always greets you with something along the lines of “hello my beautiful princess” with a lovesick tone of voice

✮ calls you “mama” and “ma”

✮ obsessed with skinship because he aches to be able to “crawl inside your skin” and just needs to be close to you

✮ blows kisses at you from across the room

✮ for comfort, he runs his fingers through your hair and rocks you back and forth while hugging you

✮ his morning voice :)))

✮ lets you bite him and encourages it

✮ gets very touchy when you’re on his lap

✮ the king of “i know you’re probably asleep, but” texts

✮ goes on rants about how gentle and how well he would care for you when you’re one day pregnant with his children

✮ always calling you his “pretty baby”/“pretty girl”

✮ always posts pretty candid pictures of you and makes heartfelt story posts for every birthday, anniversary, and valentine’s day

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ has read for you + sung you to sleep on multiple occasions

✮ grabs you by your chin to force eye contact

✮ “say please”

✮ checks you every time you have an attitude with a smirk on his face

✮ has a habit of biting his lip

✮ says “there you go, babe” way too much.

✮ glares at anyone who flirts with you while tightly wrapping an arm around your waist

✮ has made multiple shared playlists for the both of you

✮ says he’s “gatekeeping” you because you’re just too pretty and he has to keep you to himself

✮ plays with your fingers when he’s bored or nervous

✮ buries his face into your neck to bask in your scent when he hugs you

✮ randomly stares at your for a full five minutes when you’re talking, barely listening to a word you’re saying, then lovingly sighs “i love you so much…”

IIDA TENYA

✮ always opens every door for you

✮ holds your hands while walking across the street or through the hallways

✮ very protective over you and will respectfully cuss anybody out who disrespects you

✮ pretty much has replaced your name is his vocabulary with “honey” and “sweetheart”

✮ never calls you hot— he always calls you beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, or stunning

✮ grabs you by your sleeve or your belt loop to take you somewhere if you don’t hear him call your name the third time

✮ the thought of ever calling you his “bitch” disgusts him, he calls you his lady or his love instead

✮ will immediately grab the nearest box of tissues to wipe your tears or your nose whenever you’re crying

✮ kisses your cheek to greet you and say goodbye

✮ has deep conversations about your future together when you get to that point in the relationship, and is open about how much his heart swells at imagining you as a mother

✮ kisses your forehead when he notices you asleep on his chest

© rumisgf

[sugarwarachan]

roll the dice - ft. sero hanta

pairing: sero hanta x roommate!reader

summary: It's Valentine's Day and Sero does his best to keep his horny thoughts to himself. He doesn't succeed.

cws: smut mdni, face sitting, sero hanta is a pussy-eating KING, dirty talk

based on this prompt list

"Wow," Sero whistles, while you teeter on one heel and hop into the other. That dress hugs every inch of you. "Someone’s lookin’ good. Hot date?"

You laugh, and fuck, he’s such an idiot, because the sound travels straight to his dick. He adjusts himself as subtly as he can and goes back to cooking dinner.

"Something like that.” You swipe on lip gloss in the hallway mirror. "He’s a coworker. I might have mentioned him?"

You’ve mentioned him 17 times. Not like Sero’s counting.

"Make sure he treats you right," is all he says instead, doing his best to ignore the cute little blush tearing across your face as you duck out the door.

Alone on Valentine’s Day, he thinks ruefully, settling his long frame on the couch. Alone on Valentine’s Day with a raging hot case of let-me-fuck-you-right-now for his roommate.

He should have turned down being your roommate the minute he saw you on Denki’s phone. If he had, he wouldn’t be this jealous of some random shithead taking you out for Valentine’s Day.

He considers texting Denki just to have someone to commiserate with, but the guy is probably doing his best to woo Jiro and doesn’t need the distraction.

He sparks up a joint and turns on 13 Going on 30 (so he’s a rom-com guy, sue him), trying not to think about how much better this night would be if you were here.

The door clicks a half hour later, followed by the rap of your heels on the ground. You trudge into the room and slump on the couch right next to him.

“He didn’t even show up,” you whisper into the side of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. He feels a few tears hit his collarbone.

Sero Hanta considers himself a pretty even-keeled type of guy, but wanting to punch this dick’s lights' outs shoots to the top of his to-do list.

“Oh honey, what a fuckin’ dickhole.” His hands tighten on your waist. “Doesn’t deserve someone like you, anyway.”

He probably shouldn’t say that, not when he’s rubbing circles on your hip through the material of your dress, the scorching heat of your body against his impossible to ignore. But he's been thinking it for months now, all of his own attempts at dating tossed to the wayside when he realized he just preferred coming home to you.

“No?” You pull away and delicately wipe away unshed tears. He doesn't know why he finds it so cute, this innate desire to preserve what's left of your mascara. “Who does deserve me, Hanta?”

You grab the joint and drag and his mind goes fuzzy. You’ve never outright called him on it like this before.

“Maybe I do angel, ya ever think of that?”

“Yeah?” There’s that megawatt smile of yours, kicking him in the teeth. “You think of me like that, too?”

It’s new territory for the both of you, admitting to the attraction that Sero realizes has been simmering for weeks.

“Yeah. I think of you all the time.” He cups your face and cocks his head. "We doin' this? You gonna let me show you how I'd treat ya on Valentine's Day?"

You roll your eyes at him affectionately. "Cheesy bastard."

He cuts off your laugh with the press of his mouth.

Sero's not normally one to wax poetic, but something about the way your body instantly sinks into his makes his heart lurch. You kiss him like you've been spending your whole life studying how to do it, and it drives him absolutely insane.

"Knew we'd be good together," he says, grinding the curve of his cock into the cleft between your thighs. "Feel how hard I already am, baby? Just from one little kiss."

You groan into his mouth and start pawing at his clothes.

"I know, I know, want you naked too. Don't fuckin' pout, I think you'll like the idea." He repositions the two of you with him lying down on the couch, you straddling his hips. "Remember when you said you've never sat on a guy's face?"

Your eyes darken with excitement. "I remember."

"What if we change that?" He strokes his thumb under the band of your dress, shimmying it over your hips. The pretty red lace covering your pussy makes his breath catch. "Because you know what's gonna happen if we don't?"

He traces the folds of your pussy through your underwear with the pads of his fingers.

"I'm gonna get inside this perfect fuckin' pussy and embarrass myself. Probably come after two pumps like an idiot because she's just so fucking sweet." He pulls your panties down and drags you up to his face. He catches the little whine of insecurity in your throat at the position.

Your pussy is swollen and begging for attention, arousal clinging to your lips like dew.

"Take a fuckin’ seat, baby, ya think I’ve never done this before?"

He molds his hands around the meat of your hips and thighs, and then Sero feasts, sucking and grinding his chin and nose and tongue up into your cunt. You wail and fall forward, holding yourself steady on the arm of the couch. He doesn't care if he has to hold you up himself; he's in heaven between your thighs, the taste and scent of you all he can fucking think about.

You cum quickly, gasping and shuddering above him as he drinks down your orgasm like fucking water.

"Felt good, didn't it?" he prods, biting your inner thigh and soothing it with a kiss. Your shaky nod makes him grin.

Sero sits backs up with you in his lap, wiping the back of his mouth with a forearm and licking at his lips like a dog. He hopes he smells like you for hours.

Black streaks of mascara run under your lashes. He swipes them away with the back of his thumb. "Sorry honey. You worked hard on this makeup, huh? And I'm just making you cry it off."

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss.

ahhhhh i've written for him ONCE i hope i did him justice

[yoshhii]

HUSBAND HEADCANONS— mha

𓉸ྀི it’s been a while since i last watched mha so sorry if i miss anyone!

⋆₊ ♱ Bubbly Husband

— wakes you up every morning with a big smile and a cheerful “good morning, love!”

— plans fun dates, even if it’s just a picnic in the living room with fairy lights and your favorite snacks

— will randomly spin you around in the kitchen while you’re cooking together

— talks a lot and sometimes doesn’t realize he’s rambling, but his excitement is contagious

— always hypes you up, whether you’re trying a new outfit or just doing chores, “just look at you! you’re amazing!”

— sends you cute texts throughout the day, usually with tons of emojis

— tends to be over-the-top affectionate, constantly hugging, kissing your cheek, or playing with your hands

mirio, midoriya, kirishima, sero, inasa, present mic

⋆₊ ♱ Calm Husband

— he’s type to wake up before you and just lay there, watching you with a soft smile before gently kissing your forehead

— his presence is comforting. no matter what kind of day you’ve had, he makes it better just by being there

— he may not be overly affectionate, but he’ll let you hold on to his arm when you’re out together

— he is a listener and prefers if you did all the talking, however he doesn’t mind going into a detailed explanation if you were to ask him something (sometimes though)

— loves quiet nights in, wether it’s reading together, watching a movie, or just sitting in comfortable silence

— rarely raises his voice, but when he does, it’s always to protect you

— when you’re upset, he doesn’t overwhelm you with words, he just pulls you into his arms and lets you vent or cry if you need to

— the type to buy you something useful instead of flowers, like a weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better with one, but doesn’t mind buying them if you asked

— when he’s tired, he’ll just wrap an arm around you and bury his face in your neck

— the kind of guy who remembers all the small details about you and surprises you with things he knows you’ll love

Iida, todoroki, tokoyami, kurogiri, kai chisaki (overhaul), mr. compress

⋆₊ ♱ Flirty Husband

— never stops flirting with you, even after years of marriage, “marrying me was the best decision of your life, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

— calls you pet names all the time: darling, babe, love, gorgeous, even embarrassing ones just to see you blush

— loves teasing you, whether it’s playful remarks or sneaky touches when no one’s looking

— whispers things in your ear just to see you get flustered in public

— will always show at least some form of pda, wether it’s holding your hand, kissing you, or wrapping an arm around you

— absolutely loves winking at you from across the room, does this at least twice a day

— somehow always finds a way to make even the most mundane conversations into something suggestive

— if you’re on the phone with him, he’ll say something flirty right before hanging up just to leave you blushing

— serenades you dramatically, even in public, and does not care if people stare, they’re just strangers and it’s not like you’re going to see them again anyways

— will absolutely say, “well, well, well, if it isn’t my stunning spouse,” every time you walk into the room

— loves pulling you close when you’re talking and staring at you like you’re the most captivating thing in the world

denki, hawks, dabi, twice

⋆₊ ♱ Tsundere Husband

— acts like he doesn’t care but will do the most thoughtful things for you behind your back

— complains about your clinginess but lowkey gets annoyed when you’re not giving him attention

— when you’re sad, he won’t say much, but he’ll bring you your favorite snack and just sit next to you, subtly nudging you to lean on him

— gets embarrassed when you’re affectionate in public but secretly loves it when you hold onto his sleeve or hand

— loves bickering with you over dumb things, your annoyed expression is adorable to him

— the type to “not care” when you ask for cuddles but pulls you closer when you try to move away

— “tch, why’d you forget your jacket? here, just take mine. it’s not like i care if you get sick or anything”

— gets flustered when you initiate affection but secretly lives for it

— huffs and pouts when you call him cute but gets mad if you stop

— the kind of husband who says “you’re so annoying” but will physically fight anyone who upsets you

— hates pda, but if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he’ll suddenly be all over you

bakugo, monoma, + whoever you think fits

⋆₊ ♱ Introvert Husband

— prefers staying home with you rather than going out—his ideal date is ordering takeout and watching a movie under a blanket

— doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s always meaningful, he’s a deep thinker and values quality conversations over small talk

— will listen to you for hours even if he doesn’t respond much, he just loves hearing your voice

— social gatherings drain him quickly, so you often end up leaving early or finding a quiet corner to sit together

— shows his love through quiet acts of service, making your favorite breakfast, keeping your favorite blanket folded near the couch, or fixing something in the house without you asking

— loves subtle affection, he won’t initiate PDA often, but he will casually lace his fingers with yours when no one’s looking

— if you’re an extrovert, he’ll sit back and let you talk to everyone, only chiming in when necessary, if you’re also an introvert, he’s perfectly content existing in peaceful silence with you

— gets flustered if you compliment him too much but secretly loves it

— sometimes needs alone time to recharge but always reassures you it’s not because of you (it’s just how he is)

— prefers texting over phone calls and will send you a simple “i love you” text instead of a long, dramatic speech

shoji, shinso, tamaki, aizawa, shigaraki (except he’s careful with his fingers)

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made some fan art for this fic of mine :))

[writeriguess]

HII!! I wanna request a Katsuki x fem reader where back in their 3rd years before graduation, Katsuki broke up with reader cuz he doesn't want a 'distraction' anymore and someone who'll 'slow him down' when he's going to be a pro hero and ofc reader is heartbroken. Then years later they're both 25 and there was a class reunion where they meet again. Also I would love Katsuki thinking about reader after like a year or two after breaking up with reader and missing her. Fluff pls!! 💕

What We Could’ve Been

You still remember the exact moment he walked away.

It was spring. Late March. The cherry blossoms had started to bloom on campus, fluttering like soft pink confetti as you stood under the tree near the training fields. Katsuki's voice was sharp—firm—but not cruel. That was the worst part.

You had expected an argument. A fight. Maybe even tears, from him or from you. But there had only been silence after his words.

“I can’t do this anymore. You’re a distraction. I don’t need someone slowing me down right now. I need to focus.”

You blinked at him then, trying to make sense of it. Distraction? Slowing him down? You were both in your third year, training to become pro heroes. He was ambitious, yes, always pushing himself harder than anyone. But you had always been by his side, not in his way.

“Katsuki, I never asked you to choose between me and being a hero—”

“Doesn’t matter. I already chose.”

And just like that, he left you standing there.

Two Years Later

It took him a while to notice the absence.

At first, he threw himself into his career. The spotlight, the battles, the interviews, the fame. The thrill of the fight was enough. Or at least, he told himself it was.

But there were nights when the silence in his apartment wrapped around him like a vice. When he’d scroll through his phone, his thumb pausing over your contact. Never tapping. Just… hovering. Like maybe you’d feel it. Like maybe you’d reach out first.

You never did.

And then it started happening more often.

He’d catch glimpses of you in the crowds during patrol. A woman with your hair, your walk. His heart would stutter in his chest, only to plummet when he realized it wasn’t you.

Then the dreams came. Memories, twisted into longing. That dumb grin you’d give him after a long patrol. Your fingers carding through his hair when he collapsed onto your lap on the dorm couch. Your voice whispering, “I love you, Katsuki,” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He woke up sweating every time.

He tried dating. Once. Maybe twice. It was a joke. No one looked at him like you did. No one challenged him, held him steady, saw through him the way you did. He was a storm—and you had always been the calm inside it.

He didn’t admit he missed you. Not out loud. But he stopped deleting your photos.

Age 25 | Class 1-A Reunion

You weren’t even sure you were going to go.

But Mina had texted you seven times in all caps, and Denki threatened to “physically drag your beautiful ass to the venue.” So now you were standing in a fancy rooftop bar in Tokyo, a glass of wine in hand, smiling at familiar faces.

Everyone looked… older. Stronger. Softer. There were hugs, laughs, a lot of “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

And then, you felt it. That prickle down your spine. That sixth sense.

You turned—and there he was.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Same sharp jawline, hair just slightly more tamed. Black button-down, sleeves rolled up, forearms still stupidly hot. His eyes met yours across the room. Time stopped.

You turned away first.

Your heart was beating too fast. Get a grip, you scolded yourself, reaching for your drink. But then you heard it.

“...Hey.”

His voice. A little rougher. Quieter than you remembered.

You turned slowly. “Katsuki.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes scanning your face like he didn’t know where to look.

“You look… good,” he said.

“Thanks.” You nodded, polite. Distant.

He shifted awkwardly. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Didn’t know you cared.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, but his face didn’t flinch. Instead, he nodded, like he deserved that.

“I didn’t, back then,” he said, voice low. “Not enough.”

You raised a brow. “So why are you talking to me now?”

He looked away, jaw tight. “Because I’m a dumbass.”

You blinked.

“I’ve thought about you every damn day since graduation,” he muttered, looking back at you. His red eyes were fierce, but there was something softer underneath. Raw. “I thought pushing you away would help me focus. That I’d be better off without you. But all I did was make it harder.”

Silence stretched between you. The noise of the reunion faded to a dull hum.

“You said I was a distraction,” you said quietly.

He winced. “Yeah. I was wrong.”

“And someone who’d slow you down.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t. You never did. I slowed myself down, being too much of a coward to handle loving you and being a hero at the same time.”

Your breath caught.

“You still love me?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

His eyes didn’t leave yours. “Yeah. I do.”

Your heart twisted. God, you wanted to be angry. To hold onto that heartbreak like a shield. But his voice—his face—it was so open, so painfully honest. The Katsuki you loved was still in there.

“I thought you were gone,” you whispered.

“I was stupid,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’ve changed. And if you’ll let me… I wanna try again. No running. No excuses.”

You stared at him. He looked nervous.

You tilted your head. “You still wake up late?”

“Tch. No.”

“Still make your explosions too damn loud at 7 a.m.?”

“Only on Wednesdays.”

You smiled. Just a little.

He grinned.

“…Fine,” you said, taking a slow sip of your wine. “We’ll talk. But I’m not making this easy for you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He reached for your hand then—hesitant, but hopeful. You let him.

And, maybe, the storm had finally passed.

[angelx]

I don't Wanna Leave

cw: NSFW! ex-boyfriend!katsuki x fem!reader, exes to lovers, reunion sex, thigh grabbing, unresolved tension, emotional vulnerability, praise, fingering, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dub-con, sorry for the long intro

You hadn’t meant to see him.

You swore you wouldn’t—had half a dozen plans in your head to dip early or fake a phone call the moment his name popped up on the RSVP list for Class A’s five-year reunion. But now you’re here, hands cold and clammy around a red plastic cup, wishing someone would invent a quirk that lets you go invisible just this once.

But fate—or maybe some cruel cosmic joke—had other plans.

Because Katsuki Bakugou just walked into the party, backlit by the golden glow of the rooftop lights like the universe still had the audacity to make him look good. Black slacks hugging his thighs, button-up slightly open at the collar, that same cocky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as if he didn’t leave you behind like an unfinished sentence.

You look away fast, pretending to listen to something Denki says about streaming or crypto or something that doesn’t matter. You do everything you can to avoid him. Laugh a little too loudly with Kirishima. Stick close to Jirou and hide behind conversations you don’t care about. But he keeps drifting closer. Like smoke. Like fire. Like something you thought you’d long since buried. And when he finally corners you by the drinks table, eyes half-lidded and smug?

“Didn’t think you’d show, up” he murmurs, voice thick with heat and amusement.

You shrug. “Didn’t think you’d remember my face after five years.”

His smirk flickers—just for a second. But it’s enough. “Hard to forget the girl I used to fuck against my bedroom door every night.”

You nearly choke on your drink. “Still sharp-tongued, huh?”

“Still making you wet with one sentence,” he whispers, leaning in, breath hot against your ear.

You step back like his touch burns you. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t come here to start a fight.”

“Yeah? Then what did you come here to do? Remind me how you disappeared without a word? Or how you chose your damn career over me like I was just—”

“Stop,” he snaps, the cocky mask cracking. “You think I forgot that night? That I wanted to let you go?” Your throat tightens.

“I hated myself every fucking day,” he says lowly, voice raw. “You were the best thing I ever had, and I was too much of a scared little shit to handle it.”

And then— “Let me drive you home.”

The reunion blurred into a haze of polite small talk and champagne, but he kept orbiting you like some kind of gravity-defiant bastard star, and you couldn’t run fast enough. So of course, when the party started dying down and your Uber bailed, it was him standing by his black Porsche, holding out his keys with that smirk that made your chest clench. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

“I’d rather walk.”

“It’s a 45-minute walk in heels, and you drank half the bar.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re stubborn,” he muttered, unlocking the passenger side anyway.

You hated that he was right. Even more, you hated how your feet moved toward the car anyway. You should say no. You should tell him to rot in the mess he made. But you don’t. Because your heart’s a stupid thing with muscle memory—and it remembers how to beat for him.

The ride is quiet at first, the tension thick enough to slice. The Porsche purrs beneath you, sleek and fast—like him. His hand finds your thigh halfway through, firm and warm. Your breath catches.

“You always flinched when I touched you the first time,” he says softly, thumb stroking up the inside. “Like you were scared of wanting it.”

“I wasn’t scared of wanting,” you whisper. “I was scared of needing.”

He glances at you, and his voice is low. “Do you still?”

You should lie. But his hand slides higher, brushing the edge of your panties beneath your dress. Your hips jerk. “…Yes.”

That silence that follows is deafening. Not the kind that begs for words—but the kind that crackles with meaning. His thumb stays there, hovering just beneath the fabric, pulsing with heat. He doesn’t move it. He doesn’t have to.

“Where do you live?” he says quietly and you swallow. You gave him the street name like muscle memory. He drives the rest of the way with his hand on your thigh, fingers ghosting over your skin in slow, idle circles. Possessive. Intimate. Like nothing ever ended between you. You hate how natural it feels.

The car pulls up to your apartment complex, sleek and black under the amber glow of streetlights. The engine hums into silence, but neither of you moves. When you glance at him, he’s already looking at you. The tension is too real.

“I shouldn’t ask,” he says, low and rough. “But I’m gonna.”

You know the question before he says it. “Can I come up?”

You shouldn’t. Every piece of self-preservation you have left is screaming no. But your hand is already on the door handle. You nod.

The elevator ride is painfully quiet. You’re standing side by side, not touching, not speaking—but your skin is buzzing with awareness. You can feel his heat. Hear his shallow breathing. You can practically taste the restraint burning off him in waves. Your key shakes a little as you unlock the door.

And the second it swings open— He’s on you. No more waiting. No more pretending. You crash into each other like you were pulled by gravity.

The door slams shut behind you.

He’s on you like a storm—mouth crashing into yours, hands tearing at your dress, shoving it up to your waist. Your back hits the wall. You gasp when his mouth latches to your neck, teeth grazing the skin he once called his. “Fuck, you smell the same,” he mutters, dragging his teeth down your throat. “Like vanilla and fuckin’ heaven.”

“You left me,” you whisper, nails digging into his shoulders.

He growls. “I know. And I’ll never forgive myself. But fuck—let me have you tonight.”

“You’re a fucking jerk.”

“Yeah?” His hand slips into your panties. “Then let me fuck you like one.” His fingers stroke your slit—wet, aching, desperate. You moan. Loud. Shameful.

“You missed this,” he whispers, sinking two fingers in deep. “Missed me.”

“I hate you.”

“Then hate me while you come.”

He drops to his knees. Tongue flat, wide, filthy. He eats you like he’s starving—like it’s the first meal he’s had in five years. You’re a mess in seconds, hips grinding into his face, thighs trembling, tears slipping from your eyes from the overwhelmingness of it.

“Katsuki—fuck—oh my God—”

“That’s right,” he grunts, licking up your orgasm. “God doesn’t hear you tonight, princess. I do.”

He doesn’t stop. Keeps going. Builds you up again. One orgasm melts into the next. Your legs give out, and he catches you, lifts you like nothing, carries you to your bed. You don’t notice if he even put a condom on. All you feel is his hand gripping your hip, the other cradling your face—gentle, almost reverent—and then—

He thrusts in, all at once.

A scream tears from your throat. It’s not pretty. It’s raw—a sound scraped up from five years of aching. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let you catch your breath. He drives into you with such force that the bed frame slams against the wall.

"Fuck—fuck, baby," he groans, teeth clenched. “Still the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, locking him in. You claw down his back, nails dragging angry red lines along old scars and new muscle.

“You always took me so fucking well,” he groans, hips pounding into you, breath ragged. “Your pussy was made for my cock. Still is.”

He fucks you like he owns you. Hard. Deep. Relentless. Your legs are shaking. You’re babbling nonsense. Your eyes roll back as he leans down and licks your tears off your cheek.

“Missed this—missed you,” he pants. “You fuckin’ hear me?”

You can’t answer. You’re moaning, crying, whimpering as he splits you open like it’s the only way he knows how to say sorry.

“You ruined me, y’know that?” he growls into your ear, voice breaking. “I couldn’t touch anyone else without thinking of this—of you.”

He fucks you harder, rougher, like he’s trying to carve himself back into your body.

“I should’ve begged you to stay,” he pants. “Should’ve fought for you.”

“It’s too late,” you gasp.

“No... It's not,” he growls, snapping his hips. “Not if you still come for me like this.” You clench around him and he loses it.

“Still so fuckin’ greedy for me,” he hisses, watching the way your tits bounce, the way your lips part in helpless little gasps. “Drippin’ around me like a whore.”

Your eyes roll back. A sob escapes you. “Katsuki—!”

“That’s right,” he snarls, hand slipping down to press firm circles on your clit. “Say my fuckin’ name when you come.”

And you do. You come so hard your vision whites out, body convulsing, mouth open in a silent scream. But he doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. If anything, he fucks you through it—drags you to another high with ruthless precision.

“Gonna fill you,” he pants, hips slamming into you. “Wanna paint your insides. Want you leaking me for days.”

You nod, dazed. Wrecked. Begging without words.

“Fuck—fuck, take it—take all of it,” he groans, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills into your womb with a broken, guttural growl.

You come again just from the sound. He collapses on top of you, shaking. Breath hitching. He doesn’t pull out. He just holds you. The weight of him grounding you as your chest heaves beneath his. There’s silence—except for your ragged breaths and the sound of rain now spitting against the windowpane.

His lips press to your shoulder. Soft. Regretful. Like an apology too late. His breathing is still erratic. Shallow. Like he’s trying to catch more than just air. You’re both still tangled—his cock softening, your thighs sticky with sweat and slick and everything in between. His forehead rests against yours, skin hot and damp, and for one second… it almost feels like love again.

Until it doesn’t. Until the silence creeps in.

You feel it first. That hollow, cold pull in your chest. The realization, like a slap, of what just happened. What it means—or doesn’t.

He pulls out slowly, carefully, and you wince at the loss. The emptiness that follows. The mess he left behind. He walks to your bathroom and grabs the towel to wipe you up. Gentle, quiet. Too quiet.

Then he sits back on the edge of the bed, hunched over, palms pressed against his knees. Naked. Broad shoulders rising and falling like he’s holding back something worse than breath. You watch his back. The scars. The tattoo you don’t recognize.

So much time has passed. And yet, for a second, it was like none of it had.

“...Fuck,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You feel your heart nosedive. “Yeah,” you say, softly. “I know.”

You shift under the covers, tugging the sheets around your bare chest like they could somehow protect you from him—from this feeling that’s clawing its way up your throat. He runs a hand through his hair, messy and sweat-damp, and doesn’t look at you.

“I thought I was over it,” he mumbles. “Over you.”

Your chest tightens. You sit up slowly, legs tucked beneath you, every inch of your skin screaming with sensitivity—from the sex, from the truth.

“Katsuki.”

He finally turns his head. Just slightly. His eyes meet yours—red-rimmed, tired, and… afraid. You’ve never seen that look on him before.

You swallow. “What do we do now?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares. And for a moment, you think he’s going to get up. Get dressed. Walk out.

But instead—He says, voice barely above a whisper:

“…I don’t wanna leave.”

Your breath catches.

“Then don’t,” you whisper back.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

I think this could have more drama in it, but I'm trying to spare my heart and my readers (╥﹏╥)

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[kiwikaze-222]

Taking Charge Chapter One

“Your letter came!” Denki’s mom hollered from across the house. 

“Really! Ok coming!” Denki hopped from his desk chair and sprinted to the kitchen, grabbing his letter immediately and heading back to his room.

“Wait hunny, do I get to see if you got in?” Mom stood there expectantly with her hands on her hip.

“Moooooom, I already told you that I want to open it by myself. You’ve gotta wait.”

“Fine, but I better hear from you soon.”

“Alright, alright.” Denki closed the door in his room and made himself comfortable on his bed, clutching the letter as if it held the moon and stars. He tore open the letter and began to read from the top of the page.

Denki’s screech scared the bejeebers out of his mom, “I got in! I GOT IN!” He ran out of his room and gave his mom a hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” their celebrations interrupted by a door slamming open.

“What’s all this damn racket.” Denki’s father stared daggers into his wife and child.

“I got into UA.” Father ripped the letter out of his hands and read it.

“Barely from the looks of it.”

“Dad, you don’t know how many people apply to UA. I still beat out a lot.”

Father rolled his eyes, shoving the letter back at his son, “I’ll let you live out this pipe dream of yours, but you’ll soon realize that you need an actual job.” He stomped off, leaving back to his office. 

Denki’s breaths became uneven as he left to go back to working on his homework.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62566390/chapters/160142896

[cathnospam]

Love your fics girlll, if your taking requests can I please have a Katsuki x black female who is his secret(?) girlfriend comes to visit him at UA Dan be sfw or nsfw🫶🏾

When I made this page I really didn’t wanna do requests because I like writing self indulgently but this was a very cute idea. So. I’ll make it an exception. Hope you like it. Thank you <3

Warnings: Smut, Mentioning Oral, Breeding(?), Reader is mentioned to have braids and bilingual, Bakugo speaks German, Fluff turned to smut, Established relationship, College UA AU

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“Where are you?”

“Turn around.”

It’s been a couple years since you and Bakugo became in an exclusive relationship and despite you living in America, and only visiting during the summer you managed to get an intern job at a hero Agency in Japan relatively close to UA.

You swore this relationship wouldn’t work, but Bakugo was oddly persistent in you being his, and it didn’t take long to convince you your relationship would last simply because Bakugo never had eyes for anybody else. So it was either you or nobody.

He would occasionally send you package gifts of Japan snacks you wanted to try, and even sent you a bracelet that can send vibrations of the word “I love/miss you.” On it that you both never take off. It was hard only seeing him for 2 weeks out of an entire year for 3 years but it was worth it when you both graduated from high school.

You and him were mentally counting down the days and seconds when you were finally moving down to Japan for good and seeing your taller, and more muscular blonde boyfriend in his cut sleeved shirt made you squeal.

He looked even sexier from behind and in person.

“You’re choking me, girl.” You can hear a slight playfulness in his voice as he carries you up to hug with one arm. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

“I knoooowwwww. I’m so glad to be back!” You giggle down to land him a small peck on the cheek which left him already boiling in embarrassment.

“Tch.” He mumbled, gently putting you down, patting your ass in the process before taking your bags. “You got your damn gloss on me.”

You fake pity him to wipe off the smeared lip combo you left on his cheek but he dodges your hand.

The ride back to UA was a bit nerve racking for your Blondie. He never told anybody about you, it wasn’t necessarily a secret, but it definitely wasn’t something he just outed to tell people. The only person that was aware of you and met you in his life was his parents and Aizawa mainly because he needed his approval for you to come to his dorm before you head to stay at your hotel.

You on the other hand was excited. Finally get to see some of Japan’s future amazing hero’s . You heard a lot about them through social media and Bakugo.

Upon entering the first person you encounter was Deku walking past and he freezes seeing you.

“I—oh hello! My name is Izuku—-“

“Izuku Midoriya yeah I’ve heard about you.” You grin, Deku immediately getting warm in the cheeks hearing your slight accent as you speak to him in Japanese. you sounded so cute. “Nice to meet you I’m Y/N.”

It didn’t take long until Denki walked in, then Sero, Kiri, Mina, and everybody else swarmed around you. Assuming you were a new student for the college semester, but it annoyed Bakugo seeing how close and interested the guys were getting towards you, and even Mina giving you a few flirtatious compliments he had to clear the air.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He deadpanned. Which left the entire common room to go radio silent.

“Your WHAT?”

Bakugo wasn’t sure if he should blast the room out or just take you to his room and be done with this. But you spoke up for him instead.

“Yes, me and him met a few years ago during high school and—“

“That mission we took overseas?” Shoto asked softly. You nodded.

“So THAT’S why you disappeared so many times—“

“SHUT UP NERD.” Bakugo cut Deku off from possibly yammering aloud what he recalled from that week.

You didn’t go into much detail of your relationship besides how long you both been dating and why you’re here. Eventually a few questions about your hair, you had on Boho Braids and many of the girls were so amazed on how beautiful your skin and hair was.

Eventually the questions began to die down and your boyfriend was getting antsy waiting for you in his room.

It was a blessing and kind of annoying because he took your baggage in his room and freshened it up a bit for you to feel comfortable.

You said your goodnights and goodbyes , hearing a few snickering and giggles from Denki and Sero as Bakugo comes to snatch get you back to his room.

“They were so nice.”

“And a pain in the ass.” He grumbles locking his door.” They didn’t ask you any uncomfortable questions did they? “

“Oh no of course not.” You reassured him before giving him a proper kiss on the lips.

You could feel his mouth curl into a smirk. A very familiar one that you haven’t seen since the first time you both slept together.

And that’s been a whole year.

….

“‘Suuuukkiiii~” You whined into his pillow that smelled like him, which was making you more intoxicated from what he was doing between your legs.

“Gatta be quiet.” His voice rumbled on your clit making your back arch. “Next time we’re fucking in your hotel room.”

……

“Y/N…” He groans in your ear, his arms so tightly wrapped around your waist as you feel every inch of his dick stretch you out more until his pelvis snaps against yours.

All you could hear was the outside chatter of class 1-A and the shallow breaths of you and him being exchanged.

“Ganna fucking cum if I move just wait.”

The smell of your pussy on his breath made you clamp down on him. Swallowing his broken moan into your mouth because he was exactly what you missed. He suckled on your fat bottom lip and kissed your beautiful brown, sweaty skin on your neck as he pushes your braids to the side.

You heard his bed creak as he slowly began to move in and out. He whispers in your ear how many times he’s fucked his hand to the thought of being inside of you again, how much he missed you, how badly he needed you while you were away.

He always got like this when he was inside you, a dirty talking mess.

On occasion Bakugo would breath out words in German, but you couldn’t hear exactly what he said just the accent and that alone drove you insane, because the tired rasp of his natural voice coming out made you melt in his arms.

“Y/N….where…where can I…?”

“Inside, Baby inside. I’m—-I’m on birth control—ah!”

The moment he got your approval he began to pick up the pace, your legs now over his shoulder and your knees touching your own shoulders you officially were feeling all of him and you could not do anything but take whatever he was giving you.

Your throat just aching to let go and moan his name and he knew so he put his hand on your mouth.

“Sssh shhh shhhh N/N…. I know…” Bakugo knew if anybody heard you two that’d be the topic of discussion for WEEKS.

Everybody in his class has had sex, but nobody ever thought whether Bakugo has or not, but after tonight and from the way you just couldn’t shut the fuck up.

They know now how Bakugo gets down. :P

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜, 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑖'𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝟻 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

Warning: This content includes suggestive language. Do you agree with this topic or would you switch things around?

• Bakugo

1. Ass

Oh, he loves it. Like, really loves it. Especially when she’s wearing tight clothes. He’s terrible at hiding it. If she’s walking ahead of him? He’s looking. No shame. And if they’re close? He might give her a quick smack, all smug like “what, you gonna say something?” But when they’re alone, he’s not wasting time.

2. Thighs

He’s got a thing for thighs—especially strong ones. If she’s on his lap or just sitting nearby with her legs crossed, he gets distracted. His eyes drift on their own, like muscle memory. He likes how solid they look, how grounded she feels. If she’s been training, even better—it shows, and it drives him a little crazy.

3. Neck

He loves kissing her neck. At first it’s soft, almost lazy—then he’s biting, leaving marks, claiming territory without saying a word. He doesn’t go for it all the time, but when he does, it’s deliberate. Hair up? Low neckline? His eyes linger a second too long.

4. Back

This is where his subtle side shows. He loves catching a glimpse of her back when she’s not paying attention—when she’s stretching, changing, whatever. Something about that curve, that bare line, it just gets to him.

5. Boobs

Yeah, of course he likes them. But it’s not about size—it’s the shape, how they feel when he’s holding her, hugging her, pulling her close.

• Kirishima

1. Arms

Kirishima has a soft spot for Y/n’s arms. He doesn’t say it with grand words, but the way he looks at them gives him away. When he sees her carrying something with ease, stretching after training, or when he hugs her and feels that firm grip… a soft smile slips out of him, full of admiration.

2. Abdomen

The abdomen is his go-to contact zone. He can’t be near her without wanting to rest his hand there—whether they’re lying down, cooking together, even mid-conversation.

3. Boobs

Even if he’s not chasing them all the time, Kirishima finds a special kind of joy in Y/n’s boobs. Not from a visual obsession, but for what they mean to him: closeness, sweetness, intimacy.

4. Ass

It’s his guilty pleasure, and while he’s not like Bakugo, he’s not made of stone either. He loves seeing the shape of her ass when she walks around the house in pajamas or leggings. A dumb little smile slips out, the kind that says everything without needing to say a word.

5. Feet

It’s his secret, and though he hides it well, every now and then something slips. If her nails are done, her feet soft, he gets this internal buzz he never talks about. “You tired? Want a massage?” he asks casually, while taking his time, savoring every little touch like it’s part of some secret ritual only he knows.

• Denki

1. Things

Denki finds a mix of comfort, desire, and closeness in thighs. Laying his head there, having Y/n sit on him, he can’t resist making jokes about it, especially when he slides his hand up her thigh, and she smacks him with a “cut it out, Denki!”

“I can’t help it, your thighs are just too damn tempting.”

2. Boobs

He’s the type to get distracted in class or during training if she wears tight clothes. He finds them hypnotic, beautiful, fun... and adorable. He likes to touch them, cuddle into them, lay on them. But at the end of the day, his obsession is more visual and a little less physical compared to thighs.

3. Ass

It’s his shameless delight. He stares, compliments, follows it with his eyes. No filter, no shame. It’s 100% visual and goofy, and while he loves it, he doesn’t interact with it as much as he does with boobs or thighs (unless Y/n lets him… and well, God bless that couple).

4. Waist

This brings out his sweeter, low-key possessive side. Wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind, gently touching her while they sit together… he loves having her close and feeling like she’s his.

5. Hands

It’s a subtle kink, more mental than physical. He loves watching them, gets ideas when she touches his hair or grabs something with grace, but he doesn’t interact with them as much as other parts. Still sexy to him, just not top-tier priority.

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