#boku no hero academia

[haukws]

happy valentine's day to my beautiful wife (dabi part 2 here!!)

[megumismyhusband]

bakugo hates valentine’s day.

okay, maybe “hate” is a strong word, but he definitely doesn’t like it. it’s annoying. people are all sappy and stupid, the halls are full of pink and red decorations, and worst of all—you’re standing there with an armful of chocolates, love letters, and little gifts like some kind of valentine’s royalty.

he watches from across the hallway, arms crossed, scowl deep. every time someone hands you something, his jaw clenches a little tighter.

“tch. the hell’s wrong with people,” he mutters under his breath.

kirishima, who’s unfortunately standing next to him, grins. “jealous, bro?”

“shut up.”

but yeah, maybe he is.

it’s just—why the hell are all these extras giving you things? like, sure, you’re great—sweet, smart, way too nice for your own good—but that doesn’t mean every random idiot in school gets to shower you with gifts. you’re not theirs to spoil.

if anything, only he should be doing that.

not that he ever has. but that’s beside the point.

his eyes narrow as another guy hands you a box of chocolates, and you flash them that bright, grateful smile of yours. bakugo huffs, glaring daggers into the side of the poor bastard’s head.

“dumbass,” he grumbles, kicking the floor. “what’s so special about today anyway? if you like someone, you should just—” he cuts himself off, biting the inside of his cheek.

kirishima raises an eyebrow. “just what?”

“nothing.”

he exhales sharply, watching as you struggle to carry all your gifts, fumbling as you try to pick up a small card that falls from the pile. before he even realizes he’s moving, he’s there, grabbing the card and shoving it back into your arms.

“thanks, bakugo!” you beam at him. “this is crazy, right? i didn’t think i’d get this many.”

he clicks his tongue, looking away. “yeah. real crazy.”

you tilt your head, blinking at him. “you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“…you just look kinda mad.”

“i always look mad.”

you laugh. “true.”

his fingers twitch. he could just—ugh, this is stupid. he could just give you something right now, claim his damn spot before any of these extras get the wrong idea.

but then you shift the pile of valentines in your arms, your sleeve slipping just enough for him to notice—one of the bracelets he gave you months ago still snug around your wrist.

…fine. maybe these other losers got their chance today.

but he’s the one who’s always gonna be around, valentine’s day or not.

[rueclfer]

hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.

hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡

show me how // denki kaminari

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[merry-the-cookie]

busted ! 🙊💝

[sugar-andpine]

happy valentine’s day from one extremely burnt out girly pop to the rest xoxo 🤟🏻

[bright-hope-spot-19]

This style is so cool 😎

Thee kiddos

[squidiful]

Happy valentines day Tomura nation!!

[dummy-dot-exe]

미르코 by 불닭꼬치@eh_gds

[cheese-doorstop48]

Confession!

[kodzucloud]

No because the shoto and cat behavior venn diagram is damn near a circle

-whe sho wakes up in the morning, he does the cat stretches, which i think he totally picked up on from hanging out with the strays when he was REALLY little and never shook off

-head butts his friends ALL the time

-love bites just cuz he feels like it

-will get random cases of the zoomies and channels it into dorm deep cleaning, this man will be vacuuming at 4 in the morning, i hope youre a heavy sleeper

-naps hate to see this one coming because he can and will sleep anywhere and everywhere, preferably in some small dark place like the closet or under a bed

-will comb through his closet friends’ hair (aka grooming them the way a cat would but humanized) not only because this is a form of physical touch he’s okay with, but also because his sister used to do it to him and he’d go, “my turn my turn” and do it to her back. He likes showing affection like this

-shoto stares alot, like “is there something on me? Advert your eyes you owl” type stare. Funnily enough, this is the reason why most cant lie to him, he’ll stare till they cave and tell the truth. Brother isn’t even aware he has this cheat code, he’s always confused when people are like “okay fine i lied”

-you know how cats will aggressively meow when they cant find you, but will suddenly become soft spoken once they see you? Shoto does that a lot with whoever he’s dating

-will knock things off surfaces if theyre not fragile but then feel bad after a couple minutes staring at it on the floor and put it back.

-will poke his partner with his tongue on the cheek and then run away

i think shoto does the thing cat do when you hover your hand above their head

[kxtsukixoxo]

ooolallala hehe.. can i pls request “i promise i’ll be a good girl” with katsuki 4 your event? 😣😣

authors note - this is 100% ooc, but i couldn’t pass on the gynae idea!! :P

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

“relax for me…” katsuki spoke softly as he slid nitrile gloves onto his hands, you were ashamed, terrified to say the least. your gynaecologist was undeniably attractive, “it’s fine (y/n), there’s no need to be all tensed up, this is my job” he placed his thin specs onto the table, you didn’t know much about katsuki, just the fact he looked not much older than you, so why were you so drawn towards him? you laid across the bed, pushed up against the wall of his examination room, watching him with careful eyes as he scanned your file, “no pregnancies…so i’m guessin’ ya single then?” katsuki chuckled “relax miss, i wanna get your mind off the situation” he shook his head as he watched you nibble on the skin of your bottom lip, “open wide” 

fuck. you were doomed. 

you were certain the arousal started to pool between your legs, “well aren’t ya a reactive one” katsuki muttered as he examined every inch  of your pulsating organ, his fingers dipped into you, you wanted him to go deeper, you wanted him to feel every single inch of you. 

lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice you’d let a whimper slip out of your throat, immediately regretting it, you looked away, avoiding eye contact with your gynae, “relax sweets, i’m not gonna judge ya” 

“deeper, please.” you whined, katsuki looked at you overcome with shock, sure you were attractive, but this really wasn’t professional of him. “fuck-i really think we should��n-“ you placed your hand ontop of his,

“i promise i’ll be a good girl” you whimpered,

and that was enough to set him on the right track, katsuki shoved his fingers into you ruthlessly, giving you seldom time to react, his fingers curled, expanded, scissored, everything in the book. 

“you’re a pretty one aren’t ya” he grunted out as you rocked your hips against him, lewd noises filled the room, your wet cunt soaking up his fingers. “look at ya, doin’ so good for me hm?” he let out a guttural groan as you gripped the shelve just above you, your back arched as he curled his fingers right into your g-spot. “gonna cum for me pretty?” “mhmm” “atta girl” his praises had no end as you came undone on his fingers, “not done with ya yet baby” he chuckled as he unbuckled his slacks, picking you up into a messy kiss, he placed you onto his cluttered desk, “turn over for me”, katsuki pulled his boxers down, as he lined his cock with your entrance,

“sure about this love?”

“100, fuck me already” you whined,

katsuki grinned at your impatience, slamming into you. “gonna fill this pretty cunt with my cum, ya want that don’t ya sweetheart?” katsuki flipped you over as he placed one foot on the desk, as he hoisted your leg, over his shoulder, penetrating you deeper. “fuck!fuck!fuck!” “m’gonna cum!” your head fell forward, while your eyes rolled back, your gynaecologist is fucking you dumb in his consultation room, this really shouldn’t turn you on, but it is. 

“atta girl, come with me hm?” he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at him, while he fucked you through your orgasm, “such a good girl,” he patted your cheek, as he wiped you clean. katsuki helped you get dressed, 

“you can see my assistant at the front to book your next appointment” he looked at you over his glasses, as he guided you out of the room,

damn right you’re coming back. 

[writeriguess]

Katsuki x fem reader? Reader has a nightmare and he comforts her.

Safe With Him

The air feels heavier than it should. Like a weight pressing down on your chest, suffocating, crushing. You try to move, to run, but your limbs won’t listen. Shadows stretch and twist around you, faceless figures emerging from the darkness. Their hands reach for you, grasping, clawing—too strong, too many. A scream rises in your throat, but it dies before it can escape.

Then—suddenly—you’re falling.

The ground beneath you disappears, and your stomach lurches as you plummet into nothingness. Cold air rushes past your skin, the terror stealing every last breath from your lungs. You brace for impact, but it never comes.

Just an endless, suffocating void.

And then—

You wake up.

A sharp gasp rips through your chest, your body jerking upright as if yanked from the nightmare by invisible hands. The room is dark, but your eyes are wide and unseeing, your heart pounding erratically in your ribcage. Every muscle in your body is coiled tight, drenched in lingering fear, and it takes everything in you not to sob.

Your fingers clutch the sheets, your breaths coming too fast, too shallow. You can still feel it—the phantom touch of those hands, the weight of the nightmare pressing against your skin like a bruise that won’t fade.

A groggy voice beside you stirs.

“Oi… what the hell?”

The sound of Katsuki’s voice—rough, low, laced with sleep—usually makes you feel safe. But right now, you’re too rattled to respond. Your breath hitches, your entire body trembling as you try to steady yourself, try to push the nightmare away.

Katsuki shifts beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. Even in the dark, you can feel the heat of his gaze burning into you.

“Babe?” His voice loses its edge, softening just a fraction.

You don’t answer. Can’t.

He notices.

His hand reaches out, resting against your back, and the moment his fingers make contact, you flinch. That makes him go still for half a second before his touch grows firmer, grounding, his palm tracing slow, steady circles against your spine.

“You’re shakin’,” he mutters, his voice quieter now. His hand moves, traveling up to your shoulder, squeezing gently before sliding down to your wrist, feeling your pulse racing beneath his fingertips. “Shit… what happened?”

You swallow hard, trying to force out an answer, but all you manage is a shaky whisper.

“Nightmare.”

His grip on you tightens.

“Tch.” The irritation in his voice isn’t aimed at you—no, it’s at whatever had the audacity to mess with you in your sleep. His other hand finds yours, prying your fingers away from the crumpled bedsheets before lacing them together. “It wasn’t real,” he mutters, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, soothing strokes. “You’re here. With me. Breathe.”

You try. You really do.

But the fear is still there, thick and suffocating.

Katsuki notices—of course he does. He always notices.

Without another word, he shifts closer, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you into his warmth. Your body melts into him instinctively, your forehead pressing against his bare chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek instantly grounding you. His scent surrounds you—warm, smoky caramel with a hint of something sharp, something distinctly him.

He tilts his head down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “You wanna talk about it?”

You hesitate. The nightmare is still vivid in your mind, the images too raw, too unsettling. But the words get stuck in your throat, tangled with emotions you don’t know how to untangle.

So you shake your head against his chest.

“…No. Just wanna stay like this.”

His grip tightens. “Yeah. A’right.”

He doesn’t push. He never does. Instead, he moves you so you’re fully on his lap, cocooned in his embrace like he’s trying to shield you from whatever nightmare had dared to touch you. His arms are solid and strong, caging you in a way that makes you feel protected rather than trapped.

One hand slides up to the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair, massaging gentle circles into your scalp. The other wraps around your waist, holding you close, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His voice is quieter now, a rare gentleness laced in his words.

“Just breathe, okay? You’re safe.”

You do.

Slow, deep, shaky breaths against his chest. Inhaling his warmth, exhaling the fear. Over and over, until the tremors in your body start to ease, until the nightmare no longer feels like it’s suffocating you.

“…D’you have nightmares a lot?” he asks after a long silence, his fingers still combing through your hair, slow and deliberate.

You hesitate, then nod.

His arms tighten, his breath ghosting over the top of your head. “You shoulda told me.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you…”

A sharp tsk leaves his lips, and he pulls back just enough to tip your chin up, making you look at him. His red eyes burn with something intense, something protective. “You ain’t ever a fuckin’ bother to me, got it?” His voice is firm but gentle, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw. “I don’t give a shit if it’s three in the fuckin’ morning—if you need me, you wake me up. End of story.”

Your throat tightens, emotions swelling in your chest. “…Okay.”

“Good.” He exhales through his nose, shifting so he can kiss your forehead again. “Now lie down. I ain’t lettin’ you spend the rest of the night shakin’ like a damn leaf.”

You let him pull you back down with him, your body naturally curling into his. He tangles your legs together, keeping you locked against his warmth, his hand resting against your back with slow, steady strokes.

His lips brush against your temple, voice quieter than before.

“Sleep, baby. I got you.”

And this time—wrapped in his warmth, his presence anchoring you—you actually believe him.

Because with Katsuki holding you like this, there’s no room for nightmares.

Just him.

Just safety.

Just love.

[cvnt4him]

Seen this damn video and it reminded me of izuku bro

Anyways bunny!izu who is just spoiled so rotten, that when you ask him to wait inside of your bedroom until your mother leaves because she dislikes hybrids, he ends destroying your entire room. Your pillows torn in half, cotton all around the room, your clothes all over the floor, it was a mess. You were so upset with him you made him sleep on the floor. The entire night was just him whining at you, every time you turned over to the other side he would hurriedly and run to that side so he could stare at you with those big wide eyes of his. Whining and crying pleading to get into the bed and cuddle you.

“ No, izuku.”

The way he pouts growling under his breath and stomping at you, those big ass eyes staring at you like he would do something.

“ don't get popped izuku.”

He did it again. He was really testing you, doing what he knew he shouldn't be. Having an attitude and pouting with you. Goodness, this spoiled brat. Was the only thing running through your mind. His cheeks were huffed and he was clearly upset with you whining once more as he scoots closer to your bed putting his hand up onto the bed and tilting his head.

He was a master manipulator. He was just so cute and so fluffy, it was hard to deny him! And he knew that. Abusing it to his will whenever he could. But not this time. You quickly thump him on his nose causing him to fall backwards with a whimper filled whine. He holds his nose, those wide eyes crossing to look at his nose then back at you.

You see his eyes fill with tears, big eyes searching your face as if he didn't know what he did wrong. That was what did it. The way he looked so innocent and sorry. It was too much for you, as much as you hated izuku being a brat and destroying your things, you hated disciplining him even more. It felt like you were abusing him!

You bite your lip and whine before pulling his big self into your bed wrapping your entire body around his holding him tightly and groaning with the hard squeeze you give him. You hear a small grunt leave his body as he sits like a ragdoll in your arms, wide eyes blinking repeatedly as his nose twitches.

“ my baby!! I'm so sorry— oh, I'll never do it again!”

He buried his face in your neck and wraps his arms around your figure as well, smiling to himself. Little did you know the smile was a smirk, a shit eating one at that. He knew a little tears would have you feeling bad. And you played right into his hand.

Too easy.

[katsulina]

be my valentine?

including: k.bakugou, i.midoriya, s.todoroki, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

mha boys asking gf!reader to be their valentine warnings: sillyness? a/n: SARANGHAE TTO SARANGHAE!!! happy valentines day *blink* (i hate valentine’s day)

navigation masterlist requests are open!

k.bakugou

i.midoriya

s.todoroki

e.kirishima

d.kaminari

s.hanta

[rennebright]

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