#MHA Fanfiction

[writeriguess]

hii, could you please write about katsuki x fem reader and how they just casually revealed their relationship to the class (eg. him cooking and sleepy reader comes down casually in his clothes or sum??) thank youu!!

A Sleepy Surprise

The smell of something delicious fills the dorm common area, making a few of Class 1-A’s students pause in their morning routines. You groggily stretch under the warm blankets before realizing that your usual alarm—Bakugo’s grumbling—has been replaced by the distant sound of something sizzling in a pan. The enticing aroma of food drifts up to your room, nudging you awake despite the sleep still clinging to you.

Without much thought, you pull yourself out of bed, rubbing at your eyes as you shuffle toward the door. Bakugo’s hoodie is the first thing you grab, slipping it over your head, the fabric swallowing your frame comfortably. The scent of him, something warm and familiar, lingers in the material. You don’t bother changing out of his sweatpants from the night before, the waistband cinched just enough to stay up, though the legs are too long and drag slightly as you walk.

Still half-asleep, you slowly make your way down the stairs, guided by the promise of food. As you step into the common area, a few voices murmur, but you barely register them. Your focus is entirely on the kitchen, where Bakugo stands at the stove, flipping a pancake with effortless precision.

He barely glances at you as he shifts the frying pan to another burner. “Sit down. Food’s almost done.”

You hum sleepily in response, dragging yourself to the counter. The class, however, goes completely silent. It’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for something to explode.

You miss the wide-eyed stares, the way Denki nudges Mina, who claps a hand over her mouth, or how Kirishima’s brows shoot up in surprise. You’re too busy resting your head on your folded arms, the warmth of the kitchen lulling you back toward sleep.

“Smells good,” you mumble, voice still thick with sleep.

Bakugo scoffs, setting a plate in front of you. “Yeah, yeah, hurry up and eat before you pass out on the damn table.”

You grab your fork without a second thought, taking a bite of the food he made just for you, savoring the flavors as your brain slowly catches up with the world around you. "This is amazing, 'Suki."

The explosion of noise is almost immediate.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.” Denki practically screeches, making you wince. “Did she just—Did she just call him—?”

“‘SUKI??” Mina gasps, hands on her cheeks. “OH MY GOD.”

“Are you two dating?” Iida asks, pushing his glasses up in pure disbelief.

Bakugo turns his sharp crimson glare on them, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “What, you extras deaf or somethin’? ‘Course we are.”

A chorus of “WHAAAAAT?!” erupts from your classmates, ranging from Kirishima’s proud laughter to Mineta’s dramatic wailing about life being unfair. You just blink sleepily at the chaos, still munching on your breakfast like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Momo clasps her hands together. “Well, I must say, I’m happy for you two! Though… I am surprised. How long have you been together?”

“Eh, a while,” Bakugo grumbles, flipping another pancake. “Didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Uraraka gasps. “A while?! And you never told us?!”

You finally look up, rubbing your eyes. “Didn’t think we had to?” you mumble.

Kirishima grins, throwing an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders. “Bro! You should’ve told me! I could’ve given you relationship advice!”

Bakugo smacks his arm away. “Yeah, like I need advice from your dumbass.”

Sero chuckles. “Man, if she wasn’t literally sitting there in your clothes, I wouldn’t believe it.”

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda cute,” Mina says, nudging you with a knowing smirk. “Our little firecracker is all soft for you, huh?”

You smile sleepily, still too drowsy to feel embarrassed. “Yeah,” you admit easily, making the class erupt in more screams while Bakugo grumbles about everyone being too damn loud.

But he doesn’t deny it.

[yukioos]

katsuki bakugo and the double standard

you, mina, and kyoko were talking in your bedroom before the two of you invited denki and eijiro over. you and the girls made matching bracelets together, incorporating each other's eye colors into them, with your first initial in the middle. as all of you laughed together and talked about drama, then a show that was creating a new season, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness.

the only one that was missing was your boyfriend, katsuki.

you sighed as you stared at the red beads, rolling one in between your fingers, reminding you of the color of his crimson eyes. you spaced out, mind focused on your boyfriend, and you didn’t even realize what the topic of the conversation shifted to until denki tapped your shoulder.

“hey, are you okay? i think you zoned out.”

mina smirked, “i know. she’s thinking of bakugo! you love him so much, don’t you?” she bumped your shoulder with hers and smiled at you with her eyes squinted.

you rolled your eyes and shyly smiled, averting your eyes. eijiro then brought up with a grin, “hey, you know how bakugo always seems so angry around us but not around you?” he stared at you, but you grinned, unaware of what was to happen, “we were thinking of testing that theory out. i’ll ask him if he can get me something from the record shop near campus, we’ll see how he reacts, then you can ask him to get you something from that cafe nearby!”

sounded good to you! maybe it would be funny to see his reaction change from eijiro’s request to yours.

you nodded, and the whole group cheered. the redhead then took out his phone and you all huddled around him, curious as to what was to happen. he called katsuki four times before the blonde finally picked up.

katsuki sighed, “what.” eijiro frowned with his eyes widened, and looked around at all of you. you tried to stifle your giggles at his reaction by covering your mouth.

eijiro asked, “hey man, do you mind getting me some stuff from the record shop nearby? i already ordered everything, you’d just need to pick it up—“

“no! get off your ass and get it yourself!” he yelled, causing his best friend to nearly drop the device in shock. katsuki then hung up.

all of the group was silent for a couple of seconds before you all burst into laughter. denki was tearing up and mina could hardly breathe even as she held onto her stomach for dear life.

about half an hour later, you decided to call katsuki, and he picked up within a few seconds. eijiro’s jaw dropped. he was astonished by how much he had to wait for a response, but how quickly his best friend answered you, his girl.

“hey,” katsuki greeted. he sounded not displeased nor pleased, so you were confused. little did you know, he paused everything just to lay on his bed and listen to your voice.

“hey kats! could you get me some sweets from the cafe i like? please?”

he paused, “fine. do you want the usual?” he tried to sound irritated but failed miserably.

you giggled and nodded, forgetting he couldn’t hear you. you replied, “yes, please, kats! thank you!”

he mumbled, “shut up,” and blushed. ruffling sounds were audible from his side of the call, and you could tell he was standing up from his bed to walk out of his dorm.

you exclaimed, “when you have all the sweets, come to my dorm! love you, blondie!”

he softly mumbled it back to the point where it was nearly inaudible, and you were the only one who could hear it. after half an hour passed, a knock was heard on your door, and the chatter stopped. you hurriedly rushed to open the door with a smile on your face.

the blonde carried a large bag with multiple containers of sweets, even some that you didn’t recognize. he bought you extras? god, he was all you could ever ask for. the perfect man.

“oh, yay! you’re the best, kats!” you propped your hands on his wide shoulders and kissed his cheek, earning a smile from him.

when you invited your boyfriend in and he saw the group you were hanging out with, denki gasped, “hey! why did you get her stuff but not—”

“shut up!” katsuki immediately retorted, not letting him finish.

he took your favorite cake out of the bag and handed it to you, along with a fork and a napkin. you squealed, jumped, and spun around in a circle. you pulled him down to sit with you on the ground, in the circle with your friends.

as you ate the cake, you scooted closer to your boyfriend. suddenly, you heard stifled, deep chuckles from someone next to you. you tilted your head at katsuki, whose eyes were finally squinted due to giving you a real smile.

he brought his finger up to your cheek and wiped something off your cheek, supposedly frosting.

kyoko quickly reacted, “never would’ve expected you to be the sap, bakugo.”

katsuki grumbled again and rolled his eyes, “shut up—“

“you’ve said that like, four times already.” eijiro replied, wanting to frustrate his best friend more.

katsuki continued to mutter curses under his breath, and the conversation continued without the both of you two. you smiled at his rather hard expression, then suddenly rubbed his bicep with your hand. his eyes turned towards yours, and as soon as they did, you were about to kiss his cheek, when he turned his head at the right time so you would finally kiss him on the lips.

you giggled. since when was katsuki so proud of being so flirty in public? you knew he didn’t care much for physical touch in front of others, so you were fairly confused. however, you weren’t complaining.

“aww, you just love your girl so much, don’t you?” eijiro ruined the moment.

“yeah, i do, so shut the hell up!”

not proofread, hope u guys like this one!

[koralira-kira]

MASSAGE OIL ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆k. bakugo⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

pairings : k. bakugo x reader

genre : crack, slice of life, established relationship

synopsis : After a grueling day of dance training, you’re sore as hell and in desperate need of a massage. Luckily, your explosive hothead of a boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, is more than willing to help—until things take a hilarious turn. What was supposed to be a relaxing massage turns into absolute chaos when you both realize Katsuki grabbed the wrong bottle… and slathered you in lube instead of massage oil. Cue the shouting, the accusations, and the absolute mess that follows.

warnings : profanities... like ALOT. a hint of explicit jokes too!

wc : 1,457

notes : OMG i haven't written in A WHILEE. wrote this out since it just spawned randomly in my mind and i thought it was kinda funny sooo... why not make a oneshot out of it! :D ANYWAYS, i still got a heck tone of pending papers to do cuz let's be honest, school sucks. JK! still tryin my best to keep those gpa's UPP!! (i'm about to crash out and lose my shit... help me) LOL hope ya'll would like this one the same way as I did!

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The living room was quiet except for the occasional scroll of a thumb against a phone screen and the faint sound of Katsuki sighing every now and then. Both of you were sprawled out on the couch, wrapped in blankets, doing absolutely nothing but enjoying each other’s presence.

After a whole damn day of training yesterday, your body was in absolute shambles. Everything hurt—your legs, your arms, your back—hell, even blinking felt exhausting. And naturally, you were complaining about it.

“I swear to god, Kats, if I have to do another goddamn windmill next week, I’m gonna fucking lose it,” you groaned, tossing your phone onto your stomach. “My body is screaming at me. Like, I think my muscles are planning a rebellion. My back, baby. My back is DONE.”

Katsuki, not even looking up from his phone, let out a short snort. “Well, no shit. You disappeared for a few months and then jumped straight back into training like some lunatic. What’d you expect?”

“That I’d have superhuman regeneration powers, obviously.” You rolled onto your stomach, dramatically burying your face into the pillow. “Ughhh, I need a back massage. Katsuki, pleaseee.”

“Tch. Fine, fine,” he grumbled, shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’ll get the oil. Wait here.”

You watched as he got up, stretching slightly before making his way toward your shared bedroom. You sighed in relief, smiling to yourself. Perks of having a strong-ass Pro Hero boyfriend—he gave damn good massages.

A few moments later, Katsuki returned with the familiar little bottle in his hand. He plopped back down next to you, tugging at your oversized top. “Take this off.”

You turned to him with a lazy smirk. “Oh? A lil kinky now are we, huh?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

He let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Shut the hell up and turn around, dumbass. Ain't tryna get you dicked down.”

Chuckling, you finally pulled your shirt over your head and lay back down on the couch, getting comfortable as he poured some of the oil into his hands. He rubbed them together before pressing his palms against your skin, starting slow, letting his thumbs dig into your tight muscles.

In all honesty, training was the pain in the ass. Especially since you just got back after a few months of taking break from dancing. Not gonna lie though, dancing was really you passion ever since you were a kid and it lead you to many great opportunities and achievements you never thought you'd reach. You've been through countless of stages and danced your ass in all of them.

Definitely you're not ashamed of that, cause who would? It was just that you and your crew were all busy for the last couple of months since competitions were just coming in and it was just too much to handle physically and mentally. That's why you took a little break but of course you also took your time to pass by your studio ever now and then. Checking out on the progress of the routine, just not entirely participating in the dance.

"Ohh yeah, press a little bit harder there, Kats."

"Yeah, yeah, quite moanin' your ass, I know I got magical hands."

"Hell yeah you do, babe." You grinned and Katsuki just chuckles.

A few minutes then passed by in comfortable silence before something felt… off.

You frowned. “Hey, Kats?”

“Hm?”

“You bought a new massage oil, didn’t you?”

“The fuck you mean?” Katsuki paused, his hands still pressed against your back. “I bought the same menthol massage oil we always use. Why?”

“Well… it’s not minty like usual. And it feels kinda… greasy?” You turned your head slightly, your brows furrowing. “Like, I dunno, it doesn’t feel the same.”

Katsuki huffed, shifting slightly as he lifted his hands and rubbed his fingers together, as if expecting the familiar cooling sensation to suddenly appear. “What the hell? It’s been a few minutes, and I don’t feel that minty shit either…”

Now getting suspicious, he reached down and grabbed the bottle from the floor to check it properly. Maybe he bought the wrong one by accident?

He flipped the bottle around in his hands, reading the label.

“…uhhh.”

Your head snapped up. “Katsuki, what the fuck do you mean ‘uhhh’?”

Katsuki blinked. Then blinked again. His red eyes grew about two sizes as he processed what he was holding.

You twisted your body slightly to look back at him, and the second you saw the bottle, your stomach dropped.

“KATSUKI.”

He flinched. “What?!”

“YOU STUPID FUCK. YOU USED FUCKING LUBE INSTEAD OF MASSAGE OIL?!”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched as he immediately went on the defensive. “ASSHOLE, THEY WERE IN THE SAME DAMN CABINET. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE?!”

“OH, I DUNNO, MAYBE READ THE GODDAMN BOTTLE?”

“I WASN’T THINKING ABOUT READING, I WAS THINKING ABOUT RUBBING YOUR WHINY ASS DOWN.”

You sat up fully now, chest still out, and slapped your hand over your face in pure disbelief. Meanwhile, Katsuki was still holding the damn lube bottle like it wasn’t already too late.

“This is actually insane. We are insane,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Oh my god, Katsuki, what if I had skin allergies or some shit? What if I just broke out in hives? Huh?”

“Well it hasn't happened before now did it? And plus, we’ll figure it out, dumbass,” he shot back, but his voice was losing the edge, turning into a chuckle as he finally started to process the absurdity of the situation.

You groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “You're actually disgusting.”

Katsuki finally burst out laughing, tossing the bottle onto the coffee table. “You’ll live.”

Still pouting, you crossed your arms, glaring at him. “We’re never speaking of this again.”

“No, no, we absolutely are,” Katsuki smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “I’m tellin’ the whole damn crew. You got rubbed down in lube.”

“YOU’RE NOT TELLING SHIT.”

Katsuki laughed harder, leaning down to press a kiss against the side of your head. “Relax, dumbass. No one’s gonna know.”

“…Swear on your All Might figurine?”

Katsuki groaned. “God, you’re fucking impossible.”

You snickered before finally letting yourself relax in his embrace. As much of a disaster as that was, at least now you had a new inside joke to hold over him for the rest of your lives.

"Will you be a gentleman now and bring me up to go shower with me?" You batted your eyes at him.

"Aight, aight, we'll shower together, princess." He kissed you're temple and carried you bridal style towards the bathroom with you chuckling.

And if he ever fucked up again, you now had the ultimate trump card:

“You used lube instead of massage oil, babe. You literally cannot say shit.”

fin

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[katsulina]

feel me on your lips - k.bakugou

you and katsuki are both unfamiliar with relationships, and unsure of how to initiate anything romantic, so of course you don't know what you're supposed to do when you wanna kiss someone till you can't breathe wc: 1,462 a/n: i used to write little oneshots like this but its been a while so please be nice! also wrote this in one sitting to hopefully break out of my writers block and i had sm fun doing it! (i actually got a bit carried away) warnings: katsuki bakugou x reader, first kiss, first relationship, katsuki and reader are a bit emotionally constipated, very cute, very sweet, very innocent, wrote with fem!reader in mind but (i think) can be read as gn!reader too (although if you see any gender specific terms lmk)

navigation masterlist smau/text requests open only!

if there was anything katsuki was clueless about, it was relationships. he’s always prided himself on being great at everything, but when it came to his relationship with you, for the first time in his life he didn’t know what he was doing.

at first, you two didn’t do much other than hold hands. and even that was rare. there was an underlying tension in the air whenever you two hung out; you were both scared. scared to make the first move, scared of doing something wrong, scared of fucking everything up.

it was just new. don’t get me wrong, katsuki new you well. he became your boyfriend in the first place because he knew you so well and loved everything about you. even if it took him some time to figure that out, especially with him being unfamiliar with the feeling of a crush mixed with a whole lot of denial and emotional constipation.

but it was a big change and both of your first relationships. neither of you knew how to initiate a touch or a kiss.

it took about a month into your relationship to slowly ease into these things, after a painfully raw and vulnerable conversation about how both of you were clueless when it comes to relationships.

it started with a lean on his shoulder on a certain movie night, to which he tensed up and you were sat with your heart pounding with nerves.

then he started putting an arm around your shoulder when you were sitting in bed together.

eventually you also noticed how he also started ruffling your hair, poking your cheek, and playfully punching your arm. all to tease you, he said. but you knew they were just excuses to touch you.

you guys started to hug more often, his hands on your waist and yours around his shoulders. your legs would touch under the table and neither would awkwardly pull away, but rather leave them where they are, especially when katsuki got comfortable enough to place his hand on your thigh.

it got to where he could hold you when you were both sleeping, and it felt natural. the butterflies were still there, but the fear and hesitation left a long time ago.

but you both craved more. all you both wanted was a kiss.

you both held these feelings, that much was obvious, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

that was until you came to katsuki room one particular friday evening, planning to stay the night. everything went how it always did. you were greeted with a “hey” and a hug, then pulled into his bed for a cozy movie night just like you did every week.

little did you know, it would be different this time.

you had your head resting on katsuki shoulder and a hand on his chest, while one of his hands was on your waist and the other behind his head.

his laptop played a movie you didn’t care much about, not when you had the lullaby of his heartbeat slowly pulling you into a slumber, which katsuki noticed quickly. of course.

“you falling asleep on me??” he whispered, a slight rasp still in his voice, to which you could only hum softly in response.

it didn’t help when his hand moved from your waist to your hair, feeling yourself slip in and out of sleep. but you didn’t want to fall asleep yet. you wanted to spend more time with him.

so, you lifted your heavy head up to meet his gaze with your own tired one. your eyes were half lidded and you wore a shy yet genuine smile on your face. you looked up at him like he was your whole world, and he was just grateful that your head wasn’t on his chest anymore so that you wouldn’t be able to hear how his heart skipped a beat the second you met his eyes.

you still make his nervous, huh.

“go to sleep” it was both a gentle order from him to you as well as an excuse to avert his eyes from yours as he turned you both so you were lying on your sides facing eachother. of course, he was met with a complaint that:

“i don’t want to sleep yet” and “i want to spend more time with you” but all those protests fell deaf on his ears as he closed his laptop and set it aside on his bedside table before turning his lamp off.

now, only to moonlight illuminated the room, and he almost wished it didn’t, because when he lied down and turned to face you, he saw just how beautiful every part of you was.

the look in your eyes displayed only love for him, and the reflection of the glowing moon made it look like there were stars in your eyes. your smile was pure, tired, but pure. like all your energy was pouring into it. it was involuntary. uncontrolled. it wasn’t a forced smile. it wasn’t fake. you were smiling at him because you just couldn’t help it.

you radiated your love for him in this moment. you were beautiful inside and out. and he couldn’t look away.

when you blinked, fighting your slumber, your eyelashes fluttered his way and he couldn’t help but imagine how they’ed feel on his cheek after stealing your lips. and just like that, it was all he could think about.

he found himself in this predicament a little too often. he wanted to kiss you, but he just couldn’t do it. he wasn’t used to this hesitation and self doubt. so he got lost in his thoughts. so much so, that your eyes finally shut, giving in to sleep.

no. he wasn’t going to miss his chance again.

and before he could even think about it, his lips parted and whispered your name with urgency, calling out to you in desperation.

your eyes opened up again, and all of a sudden it hit him just how close the two of you were.

“yes?” you mumbled, your voice sleep laced. when he stared at you with no reply, you only questioned further, slightly worried,

“katsuki..?”

it didn’t take long after that for him to lean closer, eyes focused on your lips, and you knew it was about to happen.

only a moment before your lips touched, he paused, his breath hitching, and looked back into your eyes, searching for confirmation. when his eyes met yours, he was certain he’s never seen less doubt in someone’s gaze than in yours right this moment. so he took this sign you gave him, and closed the gap between the two of you.

it was all that he imagined, no, it exceeded any expectation he had brewed up in his head on those sleepless night when you were all he could think about.

your lips danced a slow harmonious rhythm together, and it was clear you wanted this just as much as he did.

it was soft, but desperate. gentle and non urgent, as if you both had all the time in the world to savour each others lips. and oh how you both wished that was the reality. how you two wished you could relive this moment forever.

the butterflies in your stomachs, the haze clouding your minds, the focus of only each other. you’d both rather suffocate than to break free from the comforting and oh so addictive confines of each others lips.

but the reality was, you both needed air. desperately. and with both of you hating to pull away, you unfortunately had to. and when you did, the both of you were left panting softly, eyes closed, and minds still wrapping around what just happened.

you were the first to break the silence, with none other than a soft, breathless, laugh. pure and exhilarated, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

your laugh pulled him out of his haze, making him look up at you from where his eyes rested on your lips to meet your eyes. again with the way you look at him. like he was everything to you. and he was everything to you. and you were everything to him.

he couldn’t help the gentle smile that decorated his lips, and soon enough he let out a chuckle of his own, one of joy, but there was a hint of relief that could be heard. you were both relieved; the barriers were broken down, and in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

before he knew it you tucked your head into his chest. he didn’t even care that you could definitely hear his pounding heart, he just hoped, no, now he knew that yours was beating just as joyfully.

beating for him.

[elssero]

Going rabid may I pls humbly request either a one shot or a smau of single dad Bakugou and his kids babysitter pls I NEED sustenance 🙏🙏🙏

knee socks

b.katsuki

-in which he fights his feelings for is kids babysitter.

[angieslove06]

No Escape

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader | Yandere | NSFW Themes | Dark Obsession

You first noticed it when small things started going missing.

Your favorite hoodie, a pair of panties, even your half-used chapstick—gone. At first, you chalked it up to forgetfulness, but then the unsettling feeling crept in.

The feeling of being watched.

It was subtle at first, a prickle at the back of your neck when you walked home, the eerie sensation of eyes on you even when you locked your door. But it became undeniable when you found a Polaroid tucked beneath your pillow.

A photo of you sleeping.

Tomura Shigaraki licked his chapped lips as he watched you through the cracked window of your apartment, his red eyes hazy with obsession. You looked so sweet when you slept, your body curled up, soft and vulnerable. It took everything in him not to climb inside, press himself against you, feel the heat of your bare skin against his. He had been patient. So patient. Watching you from afar, learning your habits, slipping into your apartment while you were away just to breathe you in—to press his face against your pillows, inhale your lingering scent, touch himself to the thought of your delicate little whimpers. He wanted more. Needed more. And tonight, he wasn’t going to hold back.

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You awoke to the sound of slow, deliberate breathing. Your body froze before your mind even registered the presence looming over you. A hand clamped over your mouth before you could scream. "Shh," a low, raspy voice cooed against your ear. The weight of a body pressed down on you, warmth radiating through your thin pajamas. "Don’t wanna wake the neighbors, do you?" Your breath came in frantic gasps as you struggled, but the grip on you only tightened. A soft, almost mocking laugh rumbled against your skin. "Fuck, you’re even cuter when you’re scared," Tomura murmured, his lips ghosting over your jaw, his breath hot and heavy. "I was gonna wait a little longer, but you keep making it so hard for me." His free hand trailed down your side, slow, possessive, savoring every tremble of your body. "You leave your curtains open… wear those tiny little shorts around the house…" His fingers dipped lower, teasing the waistband of your pajamas. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?" Tears pricked at your eyes as you writhed beneath him, but he just chuckled, his hips pressing against yours in a lazy grind. "You act so innocent," he sighed, dragging his tongue along the side of your neck. "But deep down, I know you want this. You need me as much as I need you." You shook your head, muffled sobs against his palm. "Aww, still pretending?" His voice was laced with amusement as he finally pulled back just enough to meet your wide, teary eyes. His pupils were blown, filled with something dark, something hungry. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," he purred, licking his lips. "I’ll make sure you never want to leave me." His fingers slipped lower, and you realized with a sinking horror— There was no escape. You belonged to him. Forever.

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Your body trembled beneath him, every nerve screaming at you to run, to fight—but he was stronger. His grip firm, possessive, hungry. Tomura smirked at your wide, teary eyes, his fingers trailing lower, teasing the waistband of your shorts. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Are you scared?” You tried to shake your head, but the tears betrayed you. His smirk widened. “Liar.” His fingers hooked under the fabric, tugging it just enough for his rough fingertips to brush your skin. His touch was slow, deliberate, savoring the way you flinched beneath him. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he whispered, pressing a chapped kiss to your cheek. “Watching you, learning every little thing about you…” His tongue darted out, tasting the salt of your skin. “And now, I finally have you.” You whimpered, your body tensing as his hand dipped lower, but suddenly— A knock at the door. Tomura froze. Your heart leapt into your throat. Was this your chance? “Shit,” he hissed under his breath. His hand flew up to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you understand. “Not. A. Sound.” You bit your lip, nodding frantically, your breath coming in short, terrified gasps. The knock came again, louder this time. “(Y/N)? You home?” Your friend. It was your friend’s voice. Tomura’s grip tightened ever so slightly. His gaze was wild, conflicted, but his lips curled into a dark smile. “Guess we’ll have to continue this later, sweetheart.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “But don’t think this is over. You’re mine.” And with that, he was gone. The air felt cold without his weight on top of you, but the terror remained. Because you knew… He would be back. And next time, he wouldn’t let anything interrupt him.

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You should be scared. You should be disgusted. After all, Tomura Shigaraki was a dangerous man. A villain. A stalker. And yet… You felt a thrill knowing he was watching. At first, the knowledge of his presence had terrified you. You kept your curtains drawn, triple-checked your locks, avoided walking alone at night. But then, a darker curiosity began to bloom inside you. If he was going to watch, why not give him something worth watching?

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It started small. You left your curtains open just a crack, accidentally dropping your towel after a shower, stretching just a little too provocatively in front of your window. The first time, you swore you could hear his ragged breathing outside. Then, you got bolder. Lying on your bed in nothing but your panties, fingers grazing your own skin, pretending to be oblivious to the red eyes burning into you from the darkness beyond your window. You imagined him there, panting, shaking, touching himself while watching you touch yourself. The thought sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.

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Tonight, you wanted to push him further. You stood in front of the mirror, running your hands over your body, fingertips ghosting over your breasts, teasing your own hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of your camisole. "Shigaraki," you murmured his name just loud enough for the night to carry it. You didn’t know exactly where he was, but you knew he was there. He always was. Sliding your hands lower, you toyed with the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your hips, slow, deliberate. Your breathing grew heavier, the anticipation making you dizzy. Were his fingers clenched? Was he biting his lips raw, trying to control himself? Would he finally snap? The thought made your core throb with need. And then— CRASH. Your heart leapt as the window shattered. A rush of cold air flooded your room, followed by a shadow—red eyes gleaming in the dark, hair disheveled, breath ragged. He had snapped. "You little slut," Tomura growled, his voice raw, shaking with something dangerous. You barely had time to react before he was on you, pinning you against the bed, hands gripping, claiming. His fingers dug into your thighs, pushing them apart, pressing his body against yours so you could feel just how hard you had made him. "You wanted this, didn’t you?" His voice was low, a mix of fury and desperation. His hips ground against you, his breath hot against your ear. "Fucking teasing me… every night… acting so innocent." A whimper left your lips as he bit down on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "You like knowing I’m watching, don’t you?" He licked the fresh bruise, his hands roaming everywhere. "You touch yourself, moan my name, knowing I’m out there, losing my fucking mind over you." His hands slid up your bare thighs, his nails scraping just enough to send shivers through you. "You think you can play these little games with me?" He smirked, eyes dark with hunger. "Let’s see how much you can take before you’re begging me to ruin you." And this time… You weren’t going to stop him.

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Tomura’s breath was hot against your skin, his hands rough as they gripped your thighs, spreading them apart just enough to make you feel exposed. “You wanted this,” he growled, his red eyes burning with something primal. “You knew what you were doing.” His fingers trailed up your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, teasing, testing, savoring the way you shivered beneath him. He wanted to punish you for making him lose control—but he also wanted to devour you, piece by trembling piece. "Every night," he murmured, pressing his lips to the fresh bruise on your neck, "you put on a show for me. Acting so sweet, so innocent, but touching yourself right where I could see." His tongue flicked against your pulse, savoring the way it raced under his touch. "Did you think I wouldn't snap? That I wouldn't come for you?" Your breath hitched as his fingers inched higher, just barely brushing against the damp fabric between your legs. You twitched, instinctively pressing your thighs together, but his grip tightened, forcing them apart again. "Ah, ah," he tutted, his smirk curling against your skin. "No more teasing. You’re mine now, and I’m going to take my time with you." A shudder ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his voice. He dragged his lips down, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his hands roaming greedily over your bare skin. Every touch, every whisper, every slow, agonizing movement was deliberate. He wanted you desperate, trembling, aching for more. "Say it," he murmured against your throat, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Say you want me." You hesitated, pride warring with the heat coiling in your stomach. But the moment his fingers pressed a little harder against you, a needy whimper betrayed you. His chuckle was dark, satisfied. "That’s what I thought." He tilted your chin up, his red eyes locking onto yours—intense, unrelenting. His lips hovered just over yours, his breath mingling with yours, the promise of what was to come hanging thick in the air. "You’re never getting away from me," he murmured, pressing his body flush against yours, making sure you felt every inch of him. "And the best part?" He smirked, tracing your lips with his thumb before dragging it down, teasing along your throat. "You don’t even want to."

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Your heart pounded as Tomura loomed over you, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, his red eyes drinking in every inch of your vulnerable form. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “All breathless, all mine.” His hand slid down, ghosting over your throat before applying the slightest pressure—not enough to hurt, but enough to own you. He tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to lock with his. "Say it," he murmured, his lips barely brushing yours. "Tell me you belong to me." Your breath hitched, your body trembling beneath him. You should fight, should resist—but something inside you burned for him, craved the way he made you feel trapped, desired, consumed. "Say it," he demanded again, his fingers tightening just enough to make your pulse race. Your lips parted, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "I... I'm yours." His smirk was wicked, triumphant. "Good girl." His mouth crashed against yours, rough, demanding, starved. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling, claiming, making sure you felt every ounce of his obsession in that kiss. His body pressed against yours, pinning you down, leaving no space between you. Every movement, every grind of his hips, every teasing brush of his fingertips against your bare skin was deliberate—a slow, torturous build meant to break you, to ruin you for anyone but him. "You played your little game," he murmured against your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw. "But now? Now, you’re mine to play with." His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every sharp inhale as he dragged his lips down, down, leaving marks in his wake. "No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you. Only me." His fingers dug into your hips as he pinned you further into the mattress, his breath ragged, his control hanging by a thread. "You're not getting away, sweetheart," he whispered darkly, pressing one last lingering kiss against your pulse. "Not now. Not ever." And the worst part? You definitely didn't want to.

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The End.

[pinkteethmarks]

↯ SPIDERMAN IZUKU MIDOROYA AU

collection of any works to do with spider-man izuku au! coming soon.

notes: no “quirk” per say au (izuku’s spider powers won’t be called a quirk in this universe), izuku a vigilante, check individual warnings. listen… ik i should definitely be focusing on blood orange… LET ME COOK CHAT I SWEAR!! i literally cannot stop thinking about this so i need NEED to carry this out @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers, this au was inspired by @ffleurist and their work with spider man kaiser 🤤🤤🤤 🕷️ = fluff 🕸️= suggestive 🎒 = angst 🧬 = smut (i doubt i’ll get to it tho ngl)

[maddascanbe-blog]

In celebration of the Guardian Hero reaching 100 chapters- let's have a few designs people have mentioned in the comments!

Tama-Tori wasn't really requested, but I had an idea for peacock Izuku (Outside his The Guardian persona) and wanted to draw him. Love tapping into the peacocks greens. Also, nice little peek at Izuku's go-to senti-monster.

Tora-Terror, Jirou with the tiger makes sense, their vibes match up really well. I thought giving her cat/tiger ear gamer headphones would be funny, so I did that. She also has knucklebusters on her gloves, so when she punches you into the sun she can break all the bones in your face while at it.

Shout out to my friend for Atomouse for Mouse Hagakure. She pointed out that atoms are tiny and invisible to the naked eye, but still there, so it fit both her powers. I thought it would be funny to just draw the suit, but I couldn't forsake the mouse hair buns, so I just made that layer transparent. This was also my first time seeing her actual design and- man, she's a bit of a mess, I love her.

Oisbijou! My boy! His name came from bashing together the french words for Bird (Oiseau) and Jewel (Bijou). I waned to just cover him with sparkly shit, so his shout is based on ice dancers, and has both rhinestones and glitter!

Haymaker and Sleipnir! If Uraraka is a workhorse, Iida is one of those horse rich fuckers own. Not to say he can't fight, just that he's fancier about it. You may recognize Haymaker from this set of sketches. Sleipnir was another recommended name, albeit for a different character. It felt like it fit with his mobility theme, especially for this.

And finally- uh I really like Amajiki and hado. At least in everything episode I've seen them in so far. I thought having a very nervous butterfly being partnered with a very excitable dragon would be funny. I don't think you can super tell it's Amajiki, but I blame that on his face being covered. he actually has his face paint- metal- whatever the thing on his face is! And his hair is the exact same.

I couldn't resist turing Hado's hair spirals into horns, and then regretted that choice when it took me like 4 times to get the shape I wanted. Her undersuit looks similar to her hero one, just in the dragons colors. And her jacket has a scale and wing motif on it, just with the latter being on the back.

Bonus-

Have a villain Peacock Aoyama. As a treat. His name is Diamant Bleu.

Oh and uh- bonus bonus- have some villain butterfly Inko. As a treat. A gift if you will...

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ jealousy, jealousy ~ dabi

sum: just some jealous! dabi thoughts.

pairing: dabi x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. jealousy p in v, language, teasing, dirty talk, cream pie, orgasm denial, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, slight chocking, bruising/marking, reader gets called doll/princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content.

a/n: oh look, a post that's not a jjk fandom one, oops. regaining my love for this burnt boi, holy fuck. on a side note, an old request from my wattpad days, with a fresh feel. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

jealous! dabi who doesn’t show any kind of emotion at any point to anyone. it’s scarily complex to read him at times, however, there is one exception to that

jealous! dabi who, when you’re talking to someone, will stand nearby and listen to what you have to say to the lowlife you’re talking to. he knows you don’t have anything to hide from him, he’s just a little insecure about who he is and how he looks at the best of times.

jealous! dabi who’s in a touch-what’s-mine-and-i’ll-kill-you mood 99.9% of the time he’s awake. he won’t hesitate to use his quirk on whoever dares enter your personal space, ask best friend! toga, she was on the receiving end of a near-miss hit from his flames. in her defence, you were going through a rough moment and she was only trying to cheer you up.

jealous! dabi who overhears a mutual villain friend talking to you one night. who hears that he thinks “you look fine” and that he’ll “take you somewhere more comfortable”. the somewhat uncomfortable giggle you let out at the words made him nearly incinerate the pair of you before he caught the look of disgust on your face.

jealous! dabi who decides enough is enough as he steps forward into the light, just in time to see you try and push away the man as he grabs your arm. he knew you’d had enough of this wannabe’s bullshit.

jealous! dabi who joins you by your side in seconds, arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, fingers digging into your hip, much to your amusement. you knew that he was pissed and things weren’t going to end well. judging by that look, he was trying hard to control the flames he wanted to throw out.

jealous! dabi who, once he hears the lowlife talking, tuts in annoyance. “ahhh, dabi, fancy seeing you here. i was just about to ask this beauty to keep me company for the night”. who may or may not have gotten a little too flame-happy when he stepped forward, gripping onto the others' top.

jealous! dabi who turns you to and bends over slightly, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you try to kick him in the stomach. you were more than capable of walking back yourself but of course, he had to throw a hissy fit and had the nerve to lug you around until he found a more private place for you both. well as private as it could be out in public.

jealous! dabi who, while walking, takes time to tease your cunt through your panties smirking smugly when you not only moan out but also cuss him out. “dabi, i swear i’ll fucking~”. with a quick retort of “fucking me you mean, doll”. you could punch him.

jealous! dabi who drops you to your feet when he settles on a place, pinning you against the wall as he skins two fingers, knuckles deep, into your cunt. savouring the look of embarrassment and pleasure that flashes on your face as you bite back a moan. he only takes a few moments before he’s helping you jump up only to sink you down on his cock, savouring the way you clamp around him as you finally moan out his name.

jealous! dabi who, on other days when someone dares enter your personal space, will tease you relentlessly with lingering touches and words that make you rub your legs together. telling you exactly how he’s going to fuck you into every surface he can until you're sobbing from the pleasure only he can give you. who’ll walk away to leave you alone with your now active thoughts and flustered appearance.

jealous! dabi who, when he’s had enough do the other lowlifes, won’t give you a moment to breathe between ripping that mind-blowing orgasm thanks to his mouth from you to sinking his cock past the ring of resistance, practically moulding your already tight walls to his shape. “don't think you got the message last time, so i guess i’m just going to have to get it through your skull again, doll”.

jealous! dabi who mutters out other sentences like “who do you belong to?". "who’s the only one making you feel this good". "i’m the only one who gets to fuck you and talk to you like that, understand, baby?".

jealous! dabi who’s rough when he fucks you but when he’s in these moods, he’s the extreme side of rough. you lose feeling in your legs and you’ll have trouble walking for the next few days. at least you’ll be away from prying eyes while you are.

jealous! dabi who makes you blush when he talks to you mid fuck, despite him already pistoning into you like a man possessed. “no one else can, shit, stretch your pussy this good", "f-fuck, you grip me perfectly, “does my cock feel, h-ah, good buried deep in your cunt?".

jealous! dabi who, regardless of your current position, likes to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze slightly, knocking the breath out of you slightly as he forces you to look at him, tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks as you grip his forearm.

jealous! dabi who can’t help but hiss out more possessive sentences as he folds you in half, legs dangling in front of your face as you whimper from the sudden change of position. "you’re mine, got that? i’m the only one who can fuck you like this". "i’m the only one who gets to be in your cunt, marking you in a way no other man can”.

jealous! dabi whose favourite thing is orgasm when he's in this mood. who loves making you beg for it. he won’t let you crumble to your beautiful euphoria, unless you're a sobbing mess underneath him, shaking from the force then he might make an exception.

jealous! dabi who loves the feeling of your pussy being incredibly wet for him at times like that. the way your slick covers not only the outside of your cunt and your thighs but his cock and thighs as well. knows that when he finally lets you come, you’ll squirt a little more over him and drip onto the bed as well.

jealous! dabi who smirks down at you as you dares you to “beg me to let you come, princess. beg me to fill you full of nothing but me”. who can feel the soaked walls of your cunt pulsate at his voice, silently begging him to let you feel your euphoria before you manage out a string of incoherent words, much to his amusement. “i know you can do better than that, doll”.

jealous! dabi who makes more of a point by stopping his thrusting, moving his hand from your neck and placing them both by your head, caging you beneath him. “come on baby, tell me how much you want me to fill you up with my come, to having it dripping down your thighs for everyone to see who you belong to”.

jealous! dabi who can be more hands-on than usual, not in the sense of leaving black and blue marks across your skin, but red marks. on your thighs, back, neck and chest. bites and scratches to show everyone out there who fucks you to the point of no return. who you belong to regardless of what they may try.

jealous! dabi who rants as he pushes his cock back into your walls in a harsh rhythm, stating that he thinks "you like to make me jealous so i can destroy your insides” because “why else would you let those fuckers anywhere near you?”.

jealous! dabi who uses the excuse of being jealous so he can bury himself inside you as rough as he physically can muster because he doesn’t dare do it daily. sure he fucks you but not as harsh as he does when he’s jealous.

jealous! dabi who loves the way you mewl and cry out for him to let you come, you couldn’t take much more and you were slowly losing your sanity. who gives a countdown until you can let go. if he thinks you’re going to ruin that, he’ll stop his thrusts and pull out with your moans of frustration sounding in the room.

jealous! dabi who’ll make you suffer for a few moments before pushing his cock back into you again, daring you to let go with a smug “did i say you could come yet?”.

jealous! dabi who’ll, when you mutter out a quick “no” and “p-please, dabi, i c-can’t hold on”, give your thighs or ass, sometimes both, a few harsh slaps to get his point across. who loves feeling you quivering beneath him when he knows you won't last much longer. beginning his countdown once more, only to draw it out as painfully slow as he can.

jealous! dabi who’ll, when he finally reaches one, thrusts harshly into one more, cock head hitting against your cervix as he lets out an almost primal growl, ropes of thick come spurting out to fill you to the point of feeling so full. who savours the feeling of your cunt milking him, your own euphoria making your eyes roll as you come along with him, squirting on his thighs as well. “good girl”.

jealous! dabi who’ll take his time pulling out of you, smirking at the sight of his seed spilling out of your puffy pussy and running down to the sheets. a bound growl if he knows your own slick is mixed in there.

jealous! dabi who’ll pull you closer to him when he lays down beside you, gripping ahold of you tightly to make sure you’re not planning on going anywhere. not that you could anyway.

jealous! dabi who’s actually scared! dabi once everything is said and done.

scared! dabi who’ll place uncharacteristically soft kisses on your face, lips and neck, taking the time to apologise for being too rough with you. who finds himself relaxing to the patterns you draw on his chest as you rest your head above his heart, humming along to the drumming rhythm.

scared! dabi who doesn’t want you to leave him, because one thing that followed him around for most of his life, is the feeling of being forgotten and tossed aside. who gets overly jealous because he wants to be the only man you have your attention on at any given time.

scared! dabi who closes his eyes at your touches, listening to your words of assurance and love as you promise you’re not leaving, the only way you’ll leave him is if you were dead. who feels overwhelmed when he’s vulnerable, wanting to know he’s not alone.

scared! dabi who’ll always feel like that young boy he once was. who was given up on at an early age so he learnt to harden his heart to anyone and everyone he came in contact with.

scared! dabi who thanks whatever being out there you came into his life, showing him that not everyone was the same. who thanks his lucky stars that you gave him your time and broke those walls down one small step at a time.

scared! dabi who doesn’t always fuck you rough, despite what everyone thinks and how he looks. who’ll always spend days after fucking into you harshly making sure you’re okay in his own ways. who’ll always be gentle with you when you both end up wrapped around each other in bed next.

scared! dabi who’s come to learn that while he doesn’t like it sometimes, jealous! dabi will always be a part of him and a part you’ll love regardless.

[gummieturtle]

fic recs of the week:

short end of the stick is the sharpest by sunsailrr

MHA, Incomplete, 4 Chapters, 24,153 Words

Footage of Shouto's "training sessions" with Endeavour get leaked to the press. Shouto is unaware of this until he's back at the UA dorms and videos of his own abuse are being broadcast on the nightly news.

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Absent Calls are Whatever by StarryMillk

MHA, Complete, 5 Chapters, 14,653 Words

Shinsou has neglectful parents, he thinks it's normal.

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One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four by scrawly_times

MHA & JJK, Complete, 1 Chapter, 9,770 Words

Megumi gets reincarnated as Shinsou. Between the combined trauma of this life and his last, he's more than a little suspicious when two pro heroes claim they want to foster him.

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If I could burn this town (I wouldn't hesitate) by Variscite

JJK & MHA, Incomplete, 15 Chapters, 61,147 Words

Gojo figures out dimension travel in order to escape from the prison realm, managing to portal himself to a random alley. Shinsou was just trying to follow a street cat he saw on his way home, and instead found a guy passed out in the alley covered in blood. What the hell is he supposed to do now?

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lost in translation by critrate

JJK & MHA, Complete, 7 Chapters, 16,654 Words

When Gojo is finally released from the prison realm he realises that four centuries have passed in the real world. He comes to in the middle of a battle with this "Overhaul" guy who clearly thinks Gojo is some kind of genie in a bottle. Also this white haired kid with a horn seems to have latched onto him and isn't letting go. Does this make him a dad now?

[justmylvr]

The same person that just submitted you the other request lol. But I hope you do dabi head cannons. Because I love him so much. Anyways, besides the point I would love it if you did a short little story or something on how his friends like found out about your guys’s relationship. Like the reader and Dabi are dating and somehow his friends back at the base like find out?

our forever.

dabi x fem!reader.

a/n: i hope you like this!! i'll go in chronological order for these. for my characters list, it should be in one of the links on my pinned post!

you and dabi have been dating for two months now. you guys just barely kept it a secret from both your friends: his were far more consistent with their poking and prodding into the relationship.

so far the only one who found out was himiko, she caught you guys making out in an alleyway. how she knew you guys were in that specific one? she would never tell. himiko was more than excited at the discovery, quickly stealing you away to get all the details. though you did have to say, she kept the secret well.

"baby, should we tell them? it's been two months and i don't think the brat can keep it a secret any longer." dabi mumbled into your hair, his arms secured around you.

"hmm.. yeah, we may as well tell them. how though?" you questioned, your voice a little groggy from the pure comfort you're experiencing.

"let's just go out there and kiss, they can figure it out themselves." he shrugged as he gently moved you off, stretching out a bit.

reluctantly, you both got off of his bed. you knew they were playing mario kart in the living room, something they put to use after stealing. the only reason you two weren't out there playing it is because dabi was banned from it. he tended to channel his 'older sibling' energy and would stand directly infront of the TV.

he did exactly that. he grabbed your hand, almost dragging you out of his room. once you two got infront of their faces which they protested against, he kissed you. his hand found your lower back, fingertips gently pressed into your skin. the protests for you guys to move stopped, the only sound was the music of their game and himiko squealing.

"cool. can you move now? i was winning." tomura responded with a scowl, not very impressed. he shooed you two with his hand, staring you down till you moved.

dabi had a smirk on his face as the others stared at them, not sure what to say. himiko was practically bouncing in her spot, jumping up to hug you tightly.

"finally! i couldn't keep it a secret much longer." she cheered, giggling between each word.

the others soon followed suit, everybody except tomura. he sat there with a fairly blank expression, his eyes flicking between you and the game.

the pure excitement and love in that moment was something you craved. this would be forever, whether he liked it or not.

tags: @luvseraphh

[writeriguess]

A request/idea.

No one really dives into Bakugo's heart injury after the war. What happens when femreader (who he absolutely has a crush on) visits him in the hospital after the war, and he's like, 'oh shit this is gonna be bad for my heart' .

Fragile Heart

The beeping of the heart monitor was steady, rhythmic. Annoying as hell.

Bakugo scowled at the ceiling, arms crossed over his bandaged chest. He hated hospitals. Hated the sterile smell, the way everything felt too clean, too controlled. Hated how weak he felt lying in this damn bed when he should be out there, moving, training, doing something.

His heart was still fucked up.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew the damage he took during the war wasn’t just a flesh wound. The healers had worked on him for hours, murmuring about how close it had been, how the damage to his heart could have been fatal if they hadn’t acted fast. But he was here. Alive. Stronger than whatever bullshit tried to take him out.

That should’ve been enough.

And then you walked in.

Bakugo felt it before he even saw you—his pulse spiking, the monitor betraying him before his brain could even register why. His head snapped toward the door, and there you were, standing in the doorway like you weren’t about to send his already unstable heart into another cardiac episode.

Oh, fuck.

This was gonna be bad for his heart.

You stepped inside cautiously, eyes scanning over him like you were assessing the damage. Your usual confident demeanor softened just slightly, lips pressing together like you wanted to say something but weren’t sure where to start.

He suddenly felt too exposed, sitting in a hospital gown, bandages peeking out from under the fabric, heart monitor tattling on his every reaction.

"Bakugo," you said softly. "Hey."

His throat went dry.

"Hey," he muttered back, forcing himself to sound normal. Calm. Not like he was freaking the hell out because you were here.

You walked closer, stopping at the edge of his bed. “How’re you feeling?”

He scoffed. “Like shit.”

A breathy laugh escaped you, and he nearly died on the spot. His fingers twitched where they rested on the blanket, resisting the urge to grip the sheets just to ground himself.

“You scared the hell out of us, you know,” you said, voice quieter now. “They weren’t sure if you were gonna make it.”

“Tch. I ain’t that easy to kill.”

Your lips quirked into a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Still. Don’t do that again.”

And there it was—that thing in your voice, the raw emotion that made something squeeze tight in his chest. Not the injury. Not the pain. Just you.

His heart monitor betrayed him again, beeping a little faster.

You noticed. Of course you did. Your eyes flickered to the machine, then back to him, eyebrows raising slightly. “You good?”

No. Absolutely fucking not.

His jaw clenched. “Yeah. Just—stupid machine’s sensitive.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, like you didn’t quite believe him, but you let it slide. Instead, you reached out, fingers hovering over his wrist before making contact. A soft touch. Warm. Grounding.

His heart slammed against his ribs, and the monitor nearly gave him away again.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, to not react. But you were touching him, your fingers resting lightly against his skin, and that was infinitely worse than anything the battlefield had thrown at him.

“You’re really okay?” you asked again, quieter this time.

Bakugo wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he turned his palm upward, letting your fingers settle fully against his. His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper.

“I will be.”

You squeezed his hand, just once. A promise.

And somehow, despite the mess he was in—despite the weakness, the pain, the stupid hospital bed—Bakugo realized something.

Maybe, just maybe, his heart wasn’t as broken as he thought.

[yukioos]

katsuki being jealous of you and ochaco

katsuki grumbled once he saw ochaco sling an arm around your shoulder and grin. why the hell was she so close to you? you told him it was normal for girls to act flirty with each other, but this was too much, for him, at least. whenever you had free time, you would spend all of it with ochaco or the girls, not realizing how disturbed your boyfriend was by this.

it came to a point where you could never be with him, and only saw him in class and rarely training. did you like her? there was no way you were cheating, he knew you were loyal, but knew if you lost feelings for katsuki, you would never act on your other feelings and be disloyal.

he began to glare at ochaco whenever she walked or passed by, even bumping shoulders into her and telling her to watch it. eventually, when you almost never saw him, and never laid an eye on him, he texted you after class with a simple, ‘we need to talk. come to my room.’

your heart dropped once you received the message, but you listened to him, nonetheless. whenever you opened the door to his room and closed it behind you, he wasn’t looking at you. you sweat, twiddling with your fingers. he spoke before you had the chance to.

“be honest. do you not like me anymore?” katsuki ashamedly looked at the ground, voice soft and worried.

your eyes widened and your body felt less tense. you asked, “i love you, kats, why would you even ask that?”

he grumbled, “you’re always hanging out with round cheeks. i hardly even see you anymore. you’re my girlfriend, not hers.”

he was so jealous, it was apparent on his face. you tried to hold yourself back from laughing.

you grinned and came up with an idea, “how ‘bout we sit together at lunch? just the two of us? we should go on some more dates too, there’s this one cafe i want to go to—“

you continued ranting for a while, spitting out ideas so the two of you could have more quality time together. you knew katsuki would sometimes get anxious about the concept of time in general, how he felt like he had so much time to live his life but so little at the same time. he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he felt that he needed to get ahead. he needed to be with you now.

but to shut you up, he grabbed you by the hem of your shirt and wrapped his arm around your waist. he planted a big, fat kiss on your lips, and in response, you peppered kisses all over his face, ignoring his ‘protests’ to stop.

the two of you began to talk about how to change your schedules to set aside more time for each other. this came along with switching some electives you were interested in to experience them together.

throughout the whole conversation, katsuki was smiling. he was so glad that you were willing to alter so much for him.

this one was super random but i hope u guys enjoyed it! feel free to send in requests for katsuki

[jinxed-newyork]

Crossed With Glass

0.1 Pride Goeth Before A Fall

synopsis: Kyo & Katsuki have been friends since childhood but a fight tears them apart. Unfortunately it may be the last time he ever gets to talk to her, the last time he sees her face besides on the news and the missing posters. Is this shame or guilt he feels, or both?

content warnings: non canon, description of injury, blood & death, bullying, suicide, fem!reader, established friendship, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / no comfort, drugs & drug use, abuse of drugs, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, one use of ‘f/n’ ‘l/n’

a/n: reader is referred to as “Kyo” as a nickname, it is usually referred to as capital but can also mean falsehood which is the definition we will be using for a majority of this story! also I know I said this story would be out next week but I found some free time and decided to get this chapter out.

w/c ; 2.2k

For a ten year old, a friendship is everything, especially one between a girl and her only boy bestfriend. He was the best, he was everything to her, he wasn’t exactly sweet but he didn’t need to be, any complaint of him being an asshole was just given the ole’ “boys will be boys”, which was quite stupid to her, why were boys like that? “It just means he likes you.” Why didn’t he just say that then? She was so confused, he continued to hang around her even though he was an asshole; however she never really told him to leave her alone. He’d play with her on the playground and taunt or screech at others that made her uncomfortable even whenever she wasn’t watching and that continued up until middle school. Katsuki had grown from just an asshole to a plain out bully, she was embarrassed to be seen interacting with him and it seemed to only irritate him further that he was being ignored by his best friend so he took it out on other people– everyone knew he wasn’t very good with words.

“Why are you ignoring me?” His shadow clouded her reading, taking away the sunlight she was originally using to continue her book; she acknowledged him with a hum but didn’t actually look up to face him. “I’m not ignoring you.” He groaned, clearly tired of her arrogance. “Ignoring, avoiding. You know what the hell I mean, why are you doing it? What is wrong with you?” He was young so voice cracks came easily even with as much confidence as the Katsuki Bakugo had, however she still looked up at the sound of his voice even slightly breaking. His glare was unwavering, not a hint of sadness or disappointment but she knew him better than that. “I’m humiliated, Katsuki.” Her eyes brimming with tears at even the thought of the rumors that flew behind her back all because she was caught talking to the worst bully at school. Her parents were no help, they always claimed that it would fix itself or it ‘wasn’t that serious’ because in ten years she wouldn’t remember it and neither would anyone else but it wasn’t ten years from the situation, it was now and now it was killing her to here these things about herself being thrown from ear to ear.

“Everyone in our school calls you a bully except your little posse. They’re scared of you, of– of me. They say I’m a bully just like you because we hang out! Someone even said that you told a kid in our class to kill himself.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and barely even acknowledging the first part of the sentence because who would be afraid of you? “No one is scared of you. Stop getting ahead of yourself. Besides it was a joke, that nerd wasn’t going to take me seriously. Although he probably should, a quirkless loser like him isn’t going to get anywhere in life besides serving people’s food.” He didn’t even mumble the last part of his sentence, he meant everything he said and it was a little disgusting. In a few years he would probably grow from this and it would just be something embarrassing that middle school kids did but right now it was killing to see something like this in front of her and taking the form of her best friend. “I cannot believe you right now, are you actually serious Katsuki?” With her statement she stood up, pushing him away from her, her book now dropping from her hands onto the bench she was originally sitting on. Katsuki looked at her as if she was stupid which was more condescending than his words, his stare, his..glare as if she was a stranger, an alien. It was the fact that he didn’t even try to protect himself, to say he wasn’t like that, the fact that he didn’t even try to defend her.

What if that kid actually did kill himself? It would hang over his head forever, some stupid words ended another person’s life and he was playing around them as if they were just words. That’s all they were to him and that’s what made this more upsetting than anything. “I can’t do this. I actually can’t, I will continue to ignore and avoid you until you can get it together and act like a decent human being. Is that too much to ask from you, Bakugo?” His eye twitched at the sound of his surname, he hated the usage of it, it had to do with his mother, a deep rooted dislike as he called her “overbearing” and “a mess”. “You’re getting this upset over some stupid fucking words? How selfish and pathetic are you?” Her eyes widened at his tone, it wasn’t the down to earth one he used to talk to his friends or at least the people he cared about and that was her final straw, there’s one thing she would never let happen and that’s let someone she cares about disrespect her no matter what they were going through– she had more self respect than that to let it happen.

She turned away from him, not even bothering to grab the book, disgust gracing her face and she didn’t even let him continue his speech about how pathetic she was. It was insulting to even hear those words come out of his mouth, but these were just words to him, he could say them at will so it didn’t matter. “Kyo!” Her ears did their best to block out his voice but her heart couldn’t, she wanted to turn back, force him to apologize and then go play video games at his house or go get ice cream and talk about the homework they didn’t want to do but would eventually finish begrudgingly but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. It would go against everything and as one knows, pride goeth before a fall.

Arms crossed as she grumbled about his disrespectful attitude and stupid words. Why was he so stupid? Why was he so mean? Why did he have to act like he didn’t care instead of just admitting that it was something dumb to say? It killed her to try and rack her brain of reasons as to why he was being such an asshole instead of just honestly trying to be a good person for once and apologize, boys were never explainable and it was worse to try and find answers herself. Her brainstorming left her distracted, to the point where she pulled headphones just over her head to block out the world, sometimes a stretch from reality was enough to keep a person at bay. Her music blasted, enough to keep her from worrying much about the situation but every song she turned on reminded her of the fight that had gone on just moments ago, perhaps twenty minutes. It always took her thirty minutes to walk home, she only did it whenever she was feeling bad, any other time she would bike but she just needed to clear her head.

Maybe if the hero had been briefed beforehand this wouldn’t have happened, maybe if she went home just a few minutes after the fight or maybe before they had even had it she wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament. However she did, she had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person to help her, Trigger was a ‘new’ drug, people had heard of it but they didn’t want to start inputting fear into people about something that may have been just a rumor. It was a terrifying thought, a drug created purely to enhance people’s quirks and while this could have been used for good there was always a downside, like those who got their hands on it in the middle of a back alleyway. Who would have known that the guy who snatched it off of some crazed psycho would have a vibration quirk? It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to react because while others were running, she was trapped in her own world unable to hear the rumbling coming from up in front of her, it wasn’t until the floor beneath her truly began to shake and the buildings with that she removed her headphones to look up. The area was crumbling to the ground at that very moment, there wasn’t anything that a person could do except run for their lives and she tried but every piece of debris and rubble seemed to find its way directly into her path.

The strap of her bag was clutched to her chest as she tried her best to maneuver a way out of the chaos, people had been screaming for a hero to come but he wasn’t here, he was on the street over, too confused to realize that he was on the wrong route. Couldn’t he have felt the vibrations by now? Didn’t he know that people were in danger and needed help? Running had done her no good, so now her last option had been to hide out in a building until all the chaos had passed over. Except she didn’t get the luxury of everything skipping over her and she realized it only a little too late. Whenever the ground beneath her shook with vigor and the walls of the building followed in suit before she knew it, everything came crashing down onto her. It’s true what people say about their final moments, your life does flash before her eyes, hers did, from the very beginning down to where it was now and unfortunately all she could think about was that stupid fight with Katsuki, why didn’t she just forgive him there? Why couldn’t she have just given him a break knowing what he was going through?

Why was she so prideful? Why was he so prideful? Her head swarmed with questions until everything went completely silent. There were no more questions, none of which had an answer anyways. Then for just a moment the silence was replaced with pain, excruciating and agitating pain, all feeling in her body was numb, she couldn’t move any part of her body, her limbs a heavier weight than she could ever carry. The blood seeping out from her body was enough to keep another human being alive, it was an unfortunate truth she wanted to accept her fate, assume that she was going to die here under this rubble and never see her family or friends again but she was too prideful for that. She cared too much to do that, to keep the idea in her head that she was going to die here just because of the wrong place and wrong time.

Her parents called everyone they knew that night, an attempt to find their daughter. She never took over thirty minutes to make it back home, they could time it and she would always be there exactly at the thirty minute mark, she took the same route every single day. Their first assumption was that she had been snatched until the news played in their living room, broken sobs being their first action. “Today after a wild villain attack in Musutafu, Japan, the culprit is finally being arrested and the family members of the victims are being notified. There were multiple injured, one casualty and one presumed to be dead. We would like to take a moment of silence for a young girl that was killed in the attack today, only thirteen, with a whole life ahead of her. Unfortunately no body was found but her bag with a tag identifying her and a middle school ID was found at the scene covered in blood. We can only hope that “F/N ‘Kyo’ L/N” went quickly and we pray for her parents.”

And that is how Kyo died, her life, name and face was buried in that rubble but her body wasn’t.

[m4y4wasnthere]

prom smau !

k.bkg x f!reader

part 1, part 2

warnings: cursing, implied kudnapping

a/n: let me know if i should make this into a story 😋