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bananami · 1 day ago
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bakugo is nothing if not competitive, and his friends know this.
you're all sitting around, playing a game where one person gets a word and lists off clues for the other person to guess.
bakugo is huffing and puffing half way through about how stupid the game is and refusing to play.
"he's just afraid he would lose." denki teases.
"you put the two of us" he points between you and himself, "against any of you losers, and we will demolish you."
"prove it and play then, bakugo," kirishima tries to goad him, "or you'll just end up proving denki right, which would be embarrassing for you," it works.
"the only thing that's gonna be embarrassing is how badly all of you are about to get beat," he sits on the floor next to you and glares at his friends, "start the timer."
you smile in excitement and face him, picking up a few of the cards and waiting for mina to start the timer.
"what you're in charge of because I don't like to do it"
"cook"
"yes. next one." you flip to the next card. "I tell you you have a bad one of these probably daily."
"temper."
"exactly." you flip the card again. "the theory I always reference when I talk about us. invisible."
"string."
"yes!" you read the next card and think of a clue quickly. "body part of yours I'm most obsessed with."
"thighs."
"higher."
"hands."
"got it." as you move to the next card you look at the timer to see plenty of time still left for the two of you to rack up points. "you refuse to let me do this, I say it's because you're a gentleman, you say-"
"drive, and it's because you hit at least one curb every time."
"hey!" you remind yourself to scold him after the game. "I point these out every time we drive past them."
"cows."
"yup! they're so cute." you smile and go to the next card. "I'm really scared of these but I don't like when you kill them because it makes me sad."
"spiders."
"they might've had a family." you frown. "I bought you this for our first anniversary."
"watch." he holds up his arm to show the exact one.
you smile proudly at yourself as you move onto the next card. time is ticking but you still have a few seconds. "you hate them."
"babies."
"singular."
"baby."
"I hate how quick you got that, but yes." next. "you told me this is where you fell in love with me."
"school."
"more specific. think of a place there."
"lunchroom."
"color I think you look best in."
"black."
you hurry as you watch the last bits of the timer begin to run out. "I have a hard time doing this until you get home from work."
"sleep."
"one more, one more! you say you hate them to their faces but then we leave and you admit they're kinda cool."
bakugo grits his teeth as he answers, his competitive streak wins against his stubbornness. "friends."
the timer goes off immediately after he answers and all of your friends give a mix of shocked looks.
denki is the first to break, letting out a high pitched "awwww, bakugo!" before trying to move in for a hug.
bakugo swats at him and glares at the friend group. "soak it up now, I'm never admitting it out loud ever again."
you smush your face against your boyfriend's arm as he gives you a look. "love youuuuuu."
"psh," but you know he means to say it back by the firm squeeze he gives your thigh and the way his weight shifts to lean against you just a bit more.
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poetlus · 2 days ago
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FENDER BENDER FREAK — Touya Todoroki x Reader
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After getting into a car accident with a rather attractive guy, you demand he pays for your car. He refuses and offers coffee and other various dates instead. You hesitantly agree, who are you to turn down free food? eventually, your car (and your heart) gets fixed by this fender bender freak. || inspired by @poemeater !
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lanasheart · 2 days ago
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if evil, why hot?
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MHA/BNHA Group Chat
Y/n: I’m dying lol help 
Shoto: Relatable 
Jiro: Oooooooof saame 
Ochako: Awww, Y/n! No! 
Izuku: What’s wrong, Y/n? 
Y/n: No like I’m fr dying rn  Y/n: Some girl fucking stabbed me in the parking lot and ran off  Y/n: The lol was by habit Y/n: *selfie with stab wound* Y/n: *selfie inside of an ambulance*
20+ people are typing…
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inumkii · 8 hours ago
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coworker!touya who works with you at a shitty coffee shop that gets no traction whatsoever, its amazing how you still have a job. he suspects it must be some sort of money laundering front, but he’s never really cared enough to look into it.
with around less than ten employees total, the slow business allowed you to really get to know who you were working with. especially when shifts only consist of him and one other person.
coworker!touya who makes sure that one other person on the closing shifts with him is you. its not that hard; all he had to do was bother manager!shigaraki about it because he doesn't give a shit about this place either. he's pretty sure he's just working there because he's the son of the owner or something.
coworker!touya who finds one of only perks of working this part-time job (aside from seeing you) was the complete control over the music playing his entire shift. since the cafe is so dead most of the time, even more so working closing shifts, you find yourself talking to him a lot to fill up dead time. you both gossip about coworker drama, he tells you about the album currently playing on the speakers, you remedy him with little stories from your personal life. its comfortable.
coworker!touya who almost walks in the shop to start his shift one day, but stops himself when he looks through the glass window to find you behind the counter dancing with toga to a song you both have the lyrics memorized. he ruins the moment once he steps in and the bell above him dings, leaving you and toga snapped back into customer service mode (until you both realize it's just him). he bites back a smile thinking about how cute you looked jumping around behind the counter.
coworker!touya who doesn’t take the aux that day, letting you have control of the music (very generous of him. he knows). he pays extra attention to your constant humming and the way you let yourself dance to yourself when you think he’s not looking. he sneaks glances at certain songs you seem to like the most and add them to his work playlist as well. he likes seeing the extra buzz it gives you brighten up the already dull shop.
coworker!touya who decides the real perk of working this shitty cafe job was the fact that you have complete control of the music playing his entire shift.
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fleuriieu · 9 hours ago
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𐙚👟 . . . 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 ? 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ [ pt. two ]
001. SYNOPSIS ― katsuki hates your old, raggedy white jordans. 002. GENRE ― fluff ( ☁️ ) 003. LINKS ― navigation . . . masterlists . . . taglist currently playing 🎶 :: "accidentally in love" - counting crows
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katsuki rolls his eyes as he pockets his phone, making his way over to the school gates.
"why the hell did I do this..." he grumbles to himself, clutching the slightly heavy plastic bag in his hands.
it's been about a week since you two had done your little study ( aka bickering the whole time till the sun went down ) session, and katsuki couldn't get his mind off your comment.
"not all of us are filthy rich, dummy." your stupid, mocking voice hammered in his mind like a thousand poles bashing repeatedly at his skull. it was driving him insane. that stupid, mocking voice that he could listen to all day.
𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 was not a caring man. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 was an intimidating, short-tempered, hot-headed boy who didn't have time for anything but training so that he could grow to be the No. 1 hero. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 has never been caught being flustered or quiet around others.
so why was he now standing before you, cheeks slightly tinted red as he shoved the plastic bag he was holding into your arms.
"here." he says gruffly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watches your eyes widen in confusion.
"huh? what's this for?" you ask, glancing at him with a curious face as you rummage through the bag. there was a box. a big, cardboard box.
katsuki sighs, running his hands through the back of his hair in irritation.
"told you, i got sick of seeing those battered ass shoes. if you're not gonna do anything about it, might as well just help you out a little." he muttered as his voice softened a little, but the same furrowed brows and slight frown were still evident in his face. man, talk about an rbf...
"no...no bakugou i can't--" you say as you realized what you were holding. he had gotten you new shoes. they were white tennis shoes like the ones you had on currently but from an actually good quality and expensive brand. "i know i joked about how all of us aren't rich but i was just kidding i swear! take these back." you hold them out towards him, fingers wrapping around the box delicately like the objects inside were fragile.
katsuki swatted the box out his face, shaking his head and beginning to walk past you.
"i already threw the receipt out, so theres no way for me to return them anyways. just accept it...plus, in a few years you'll be ecstatic to have gotten a gift from the future no. 1 hero." you could practically hear him smirk, watching his backside as he walked away.
you let out an annoyed exhale, but held the box close to your chest as you stare down at it.
it was just a gift from a friend...nothing that serious. but did friends really gift you items that cost more than practically everything in your wardrobe combined? and did they really just do it out of nowhere??
you brought your hand up to your chest, gripping the front of your shirt as you felt heat rise up to your cheeks.
what was this feeling...?
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🏷️:: tags — @themultifandomgirl @kalulakunundrum @crimsonrubie @scarnothril @taygirl24
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ. . . [ part one ] [ part three ]
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Pairing: Dabi x reader
Summary: a fic for this blurp;
Warnings: slightttt smut/mentions of smut; language; teasing;
Word Count: 3.5k
(I kinda want to write a full multi-chapter fic for this so let me know if anyone here would enjoy that!!)
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You felt sick.
The bubbling cloud in front of you matched the contents of your stomach, the writhing horde of violet and ebony swirling in turmoil. A soft rumbling seemed to emit from the portal, a warning to surrender and run.
Giran, the League's silver haired broker, raised an arm, ushering you into the mass. A cigarette hung between his lips, the smoke leaving an unsavory odor in his wake. He offered you a sickly saccharine grin, the cigarette falling into the empty slot in his piano-like smile.
The man did nothing to settle your nerves. Still, your expression remained complacent; a mask that easily covered the anxiety bubbling underneath. 
Thoughts of caution gnawing at your train of thought definitely didn’t do anything to help, little reminders that whatever was on the other side of that shimmering gateway was ten times worse than the broker and his creepy persona. 
You had gotten the mission last week. It wasn’t particularly surprising, your status as one of the more covert pros amongst hero society meant that you were no stranger to undercover work.
Still, the word coming from your superiors that you would be infiltrating the League of Villains definitely didn’t fail to leave you shaken.
Their preferred strategy left you feeling even worse. 
Most female heroes were no stranger to using emotional manipulation, such as flirting, a tactic that you had used multiple times and had no issue with. 
Usually. 
Doing so with Dabi was well above your pay grade.
According to your higher-ups, the infamous fire wielding criminal had been spotted crawling around a bar in the northern side of the city, one that you had coincidentally utilized in the past for other missions. According to them, this made him vital to your mission for information on the League. 
He was your way in. 
Whether you wanted him to be or not. 
So you had taken a day or two to prepare, allowing the ambush of whisky and smoke to wash over your senses as you entered the bistro. The bartender, an undercover cop working to take down a drug ring leader, was someone you were well acquainted with, making the arrangement of your temporary employment go by without a hitch. 
It was a few days before he actually showed up.
The room had been bustling with noise, whether it be the shouts of remaining drunken patrons or the soft crackle of the fireplace in the corner, the glowing embers crying out with their final bouts of life. 
And then everything fell quiet. 
You turned from the wall of liquor you had been organizing, gaze falling over the figure dressed in black.
Locks the same shade of ebony as his jacket and skin pale enough to provide a sharp contrast to the scars painting his body, the man seemed to emit some sort of repellent, the customers slouching away in fear, gazes locked on the wooden flooring.
Smoke wafted through his fingers, dancing among the digits before fading into the night air, already infected with the scent of harsh liquor and cigarettes.
Unfortunately, you had met before, although he wouldn’t have any way of knowing that. He had been leading an unsuspected attack near Endeavor’s agency. Being one of the nearest heroes on the scene, you had been in charge of getting any civilians caught in the crossfire to safety.
Not all of them made it. 
The memories of those lost had kept you awake for days, nightmares plagued by their cries of pain and misery that seemed to haunt your every step.
In all honesty, the thought of looking at Dabi made your blood boil, the concept of even pretending to like him so much more horrific, a feeling you had spent the past few days attempting to push away.
Still, remnants of anger and displeasure left a sour taste in your mouth and a snarl that begged to tear at your lip, both you which was forced away with a swallow before continuing to work. A minute or two passed before you faced him, forcing a polite smile and picking up a few napkins. 
“Hi there, can I get you something to drink?”
When he turned your way, the look of pure irritation gracing his features made you almost positive he was going to tell you to fuck off. When he took you in, though, he paused, expressionless for a moment before allowing a grin to wash over his face. “Whiskey. Neat.”
The smile sent a shudder up your spine, but you nodded and grabbed the bottle.
Dabi watched you work, those turquoise eyes scanning your every move. “I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I’m covering for my friend this week.” You handed him the drink with a small laugh. “This place doesn’t make enough money to be a stickler for employee regulations and I owed her a favor.”
Leaning forward, he casually cradled his face in his hand. “Is that so?”
You had gotten closer throughout the later hours of that night, telling him some sob story about hating hero society and the ideals they stood for. 
And when you felt him just dangling in the palm of your hand, you had asked about the League.
What you failed to notice, however, was that he did recognize you.
You had been a surprisingly annoying pain in his ass, rescuing the office workers with surprising vigilance.
He hadn’t seen your face, sure, but he had heard your voice, sure and steady as you led those around you to safety. Additionally, he had managed to spot a bit of your eyes through the rip in your mask, broken in the fray of the fight. And it was that mannered tone and stare that gave you away tonight. 
In complete honesty, he thought about turning you to ash right there. It wouldn’t be something new, especially for this establishment. 
Yet, despite the fact that he was practically positive this was some scheme, the way you approached him, eyelids fluttering and that amorous lilt to your tone, sparked a curiosity that he didn’t think he would mind fixing. It also definitely didn’t hurt to have a hero, especially one as pretty as you, wrapped around his arm for a while. 
It would be all the more exciting to watch you crack.
So he called Giran the next day, dropping your name along with the time and place to meet up.
And so here you were.
Taking a breath, almost like the indigo fumes would suffocate you with their potency, you stepped forward, trying not to gasp as a weightless feeling overtook your body, prickling at your limbs and fingers for far too long. It couldn’t have come soon enough when your foot hit solid ground, that nauseous feeling dissipating with the writhing mass around you. 
Body still undergoing the effects of such an odd journey, you tried desperately not to fall over, fingers shaking just slightly as you took in the room around you.
Darkness filled most of the space, dim lamps and ceiling lights filling in the gaps. You recognized most of the faces in front of you, whether it be from mission overviews or wanted posters.
The one sitting at the bar was the only one you'd had the displeasure of meeting personally.
Posture screaming indifference, Dabi rested his scarred face in the palm of his hand, a lazy grin sinking over his features.
“Hey there, doll.”
Disgust jumped in your stomach, a sensation that you quickly wiped away with a smile of your own. "Hi."
Most of the group met you with an excited sense of immediate camaraderie. You didn't fail to notice, however, the glare Shigaraki kept giving you, knotted with distrust.
Thankfully, he seemed desperate for allies.
With one of the League's top players by your side, and your own personal skills, made the initiation process fairly quick and easy.
The next few days?
Absolutely not.
Time didn't seem to make your mission any less bearable, the flirting just as nausea inducing a week later as it was on day one.
You spent half of your time pretending that you liked the League and the other half hating yourself for doing so.
Giran had made sure you didn't have any form of communication upon entry, whether it be a phone or a tapped wire, effectively cutting you off from the rest of the world.
It wasn't just lonely, but completely humiliating.
Your target had been surprisingly responsive to your courting, regardless of the usually solitary persona talked about in the tabloids, making it increasingly difficult to make sure nothing actually happened.
Dabi, on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely.
He would let you do away with those sweet smiles and fluttering eyelashes, watching in amusement as you attempted to break through his walls. It was easy to ignore how easily you might've done so if he hadn't known your true identity, that sure sense of control he held over you made sure of that.
Contrary to what he had planned when you first arrived, he had come to the resolution that you would not be killed when this shit all blew over.
Oh, no. He found himself increasingly content with the idea of keeping you for his own instead, making sure that you kept faithful to all those untruthful promises made with honeyed words.
The way you always seemed to dodge his advances before going too far was annoyingly impressive, sure, but he'd let you believe that you had the power here.
It wasn't like it would be that way for much longer.
At first, you might find it difficult to live under his command, a future Dabi was excited to see. The soft obsession brewing for you did nothing to quell the masochistic desire to see you struggle under his hand, it seemed. Regardless, he could easily imagine a future where you grew to follow his lead, a little toy to play with at his beck and call.
Just like you were now, rifling through bottles of alcohol at his request. You plucked out a bottle of whiskey, pouring the caramel-colored liquor before sliding over the drink and moving to occupy the seat next to him.
"Driving somewhere tonight?" he asked, taking note of the lack of alcohol in your own cup, the dusty glass filled with tap water.
“Can’t make it that easy on you, right?” You tossed a wink in his direction. “Or are you one to back down from a challenge?”
“Definitely not.”
The response had you suppressing a shiver. It didn’t feel so much a response as it did a promise, a vow that coupled with that ardent blue stare to make a terrifying duo.
You had never been more thankful for Shigaraki’s presence as you were now, him slamming the door open and easily harnessing the attention in the room.
"Get over here. We're discussing tomorrow's mission." he motioned to Dabi, gaze swiveling in your direction. "You, out."
"She won't be a problem?" The man next to you threw an arm over your shoulder, hopefully missing the slight flinch running up your body as his did so. "Will you, doll?"
You were ready to shake your head in agreeance, but the sneer Shigaraki sent you had you rethinking. "It's okay, I'll just see you guys tomorrow."
Their leader's dismissal didn't have you worried. As long as you asked nicely with faux thoughtlessness, Dabi had been surprisingly satisfied to give you any information that you missed out on after meetings and you were certain this one wouldn't be any different. The fruits of your labor had definitely been helping you in cases like this.
The prospect of taking a moment alone to shake off Dabi's words was also tempting.
He gave you a nod as you gave a small 'see you later' and walked off to your room, trying your best to ignore the scarlet glare piercing your skin.
Shigaraki was suspicious of you, and for good reason. You could only imagine how pissed he would be when he figured out who, or what, he had let into his precious hideout.
Oh, well.
You’d be gone by then.
Night fell over the city, a blanket of angry clouds covering the navy sky, bullets of rain threatening to drop from their ashen, puffed confinements. An hour, maybe two, had passed before your door creaked open.
It didn't matter that Dabi lacked the basic decency to knock; you refused to allow yourself to let your guard down at any moment here anyway.
"I hope the meeting went okay. Shigaraki seemed bitchy-er than usual."
You didn’t miss the small smirk earned at your comment. "Fine. He's stressing about attacking those U.A. brats again."
Blinking in surprised, you watched Dabi lean against your doorframe in a seemingly unbothered daze. "No offense, but isn't their security... really good? I'd doubt they'd let someone slip after what happened a few months ago."
The attack on USJ had been all over the news for weeks. Apparently, half the class had barely survived it. The idea of another ambush had your chest hurting for the children.
But there’s no way the teachers would let anything like that again.
Right?
"They're at some stupid summer camp thing or some shit,” he replied, taking note of the skepticism still overtaking your features and cracking a mock grin. “Aww, is someone worried for me?”
“You wish.”
Worried about you?
Sure.
Worried for you?
Different story.
“Don’t know if I believe that, princess,” he chuckled, walking over to your side. “You’ll be happy to hear that it should be easy. Especially with one of those dumbasses telling us where the kids will be and when.”
At this point, it was obvious that you were quite the actress. He barely even noticed the surprise and horror glazing over your features when he revealed that the League had a spy. If he didn't know better, he might have thought you didn't care.
Now, he could basically see the gears in your mind turning, the veins running up and down your arms practically quickening with the beat of your heart.
You had what you needed, but he wasn't worried.
There wasn't anything that he could tell you that would actually be consequential.
It wasn't like you were actually leaving with any of this information anyway.
"Anyway, see you tomorrow, doll."
A small goodbye was all you offered, the meager farewell leaving Dabi nothing if not amused. He had no doubt that you were stewing in your own shock right now, a theory that was evidently true.
The room was quickly closing in on you now, the space far too confined for the magnitude of the secret you just discovered. At this point, you had what you needed, but the direct orders you had been given at the prospect of a certain attack rang through your mind as well.
Take down as many as possible.
No matter how much abhorrence you felt for these people and the things they did, you had never killed anyone, quietly living under the belief of redemption for all, one way or another. Your heart felt like stone, heavy with responsibility and cold with hatred.
Still, you knew what you had to do.
You could get Dabi, then maybe take care of one or two of the more trusting members before slipping away and into the night.
“Actually,” you cleared the fear from your voice, attempting to play it off as shyness. “Would you want to stay?”
He paused, hand motionless on the doorknob. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had heard you correctly.
Then he turned, eyes glimmering in the darkness. “How could I say no to that?”
And he couldn’t have.
With upmost certainty, he knew what you were planning.
Still.
The simple look you gave him would’ve been enough, a delicious blend of lust and innocence concealed by a lidded gaze.
But your position may have been what did it, knees folded underneath you in submission and the neckline of your silk top falling slightly askew to reveal your shoulder.
So, no, Dabi would not have been able to deny you.
Which is precisely why he came prepared for the occasion.
You were quick, sure, but he knew about the kitchen knife you had hidden under your mattress, the one you had weighted in your hand to figure out how much force it would take to jab it through his throat without hurting yourself.
You, on the other hand, had absolutely no clue about the chloroform-soaked napkin in his back pocket.
And that ignorance, which he found oh-so adorable, was what ultimately led to your downfall. He watched in sick glee as the emotions washed over your face, first surprise, then fear, then soft acceptance as the world grew dark.
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It could have been hours.
It could have been days.
However long you had been asleep, you weren’t sure.
The only thing you could really focus on was the blinding headache ripping through your skull.
Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any windows in whatever room you were in, but the soft lightbulb flickering above you was enough to make you squint in irritation.
A few minutes passed before the stinging subsided, allowing you to slowly take in your area.
Concrete surrounded you on all sides, the dark grey patterned with cracks and stains that made your stomach lurch at the thought of.
Hand cuffs entrapped your wrists, each bracelet connected to a large chain. Your eyes followed their lead up to the ceiling, where the links conjoined into what looked like a pulling system, connecting into one and falling onto the ground on the other side of the room.
The device would allow your captors to haul you up or down at will.
You were resting pretty on the floor now, sure, but they could leave you hanging here for days if they wanted to, arms crying out in exhaustion before ultimately giving out, tearing apart at the joints.
You tried to harness your quirk but the soft hum of power singing through your veins fell quiet, silenced by whatever materials they put into these cuffs.
A few minutes of trying to remove them passed before the door opened.
“What are you doing?” You asked, tone laced with feigned confusion and tangible fear.
Dabi cocked an eyebrow, fingers curling around the chain before giving it a hard pull. The tug had your body launching upward until you were eye level with him, shoulders throbbing in pain at the sudden jerk. “Still playing dumb, huh, little hero?”
Your heart plummeted, the emotion clearly showing on your face if the immediate grin on his was any indication. “I don’t-“
“Ah, come on, doll. Give me something to work with.” He grabbed your chin with a free hand, watching in delight as you struggled to remove yourself from his hold. With your body suspended in air, toes barely grazing the floor to keep the burden off your arms, it was a lost cause. “What? You were practically begging me to touch you like this yesterday. Done playing whore? But you do it so well.”
“Fuck you.”
He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.“What a pretty girl for such a dirty mouth. Wonder what else it does.”
“They’ll come for me.” The threat sounded disgustingly pathetic.
“Who? The same people who sent you into this hellhole?” The malice in his cackle made you want to vomit. “They don’t give a shit about you, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. Besides I think I might just wanna keep you.” The words sent ice shooting down your veins.
Slowly releasing your face and backing away, Dabi let go of the chain, sending you hurdling to the floor, knees now bloodied and bruised from landing on the concrete.
Still, you lunged forward, bindings catching your wrists and forcing you in place, just inches away from being able to claw out those glowing cerulean eyes.
Dabi watched you struggled, arrogance lacing those sharp features in a way that made you want to scream.
“I’ll tell the pros you say hi when I see them later,” he turned, waving a mindless hand in your direction as he opened the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much.”
Your muffled screams of frustration followed him down the hall, nestling into his brain to be savored later, preferably in his room or with a hand wrapped around your throat.
Either way, he didn’t really mind.
As long as he had you.
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lilacgaby · 1 month ago
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katsuki, who practices asking you out by talking to you. or well, a sleeping you at least.
you'd developed a habit of sleeping after a study session, which is when he'd take the time and softly whisper his confession to you, hands fiddling with his pencil, curses spilling from his lips as he messed up. heart rate spiking everytime you'd adjust yourself in your sleep.
it was the fifth time when he finally got his words down pat. his voice vibrating against the palm he used to support his head as he stringed the words together perfectly,
all for it to go to waste when he actually confessed. the words leaving his mind, his mouth hung open as the cogs turned in his mind, your favorite flowers held tightly in his hands as he fought to string together something. anything?
"please be my girlfriend."
as he felt his soul leave his body, he was relieved when you took the flowers out his hands, a smile on your lips as you eased all his tension with just 3 words.
"of course, katsuki."
years passed, yet the memories of his preparation never left his mind. and even though they weren't exactly helpful in the end..
he couldn't help himself from practicing his proposal to you using the same method. now though, you were asleep in your shared bedroom, you were both pro-heroes now, and he fiddled with the ring he bought for you instead of that mechanical pencil.
a lot of things didn't change though. the anxious feelings and butterflies that bubbled in his chest as he stuttered and mumbled a practiced speech over and over again,
and you, who played along despite not really being asleep.
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hxltic · 1 month ago
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Bakugou, whose stamina is unbeatable. Who has just finished fucking you in any place necessary of the bedroom—the bed, the mini-couch, the floor—and still can’t keep his hands off you.
After laying on the bed for rejuvenating moments (at least for him), his large hand slides up your shoulder with a few coaxing kisses.
“Shower,” is all he says, his gruff voice strained and warm breath perceptible against your neck. You just nod weakly and attempt to ignore the mess between your legs.
In fact, he has to carry you to the bathroom. When you’re both in the shower, he still acts as support: your back is to his chest so he bears most of your weight, and his fingers span your lower stomach while you attempt to wash yourself.
You can barely keep your eyes open, so relaxed by the water, but he can see all of you just by where his chin rests on your shoulder. The water and soap sliding past the peaks of your breasts, the souvenirs that you not-so-sternly asked him not to leave on your skin.
Where you rest in front of him, he can’t help but feel aroused all over again, especially rubbing his hands over your supple skin that he couldn’t appreciate the first few rounds, clouded by the roughness you love.
Unable to just watch, he gently spins you around. Your eyes are half-closed, so you pay it no mind. You just continue your slow, leisure washing, completely unaware of the fact that he’s completely hard again, even if you wouldn’t be surprised.
Your eyes open back to reality when he gently takes the loofah from you and hangs it up on the little hook. His muscles casually ripple when he does literally anything, and if you weren’t so attracted to it, you’d be jealous.
“C’mere,” he orders, his voice in that soft tone reserved for you. His hands follow, crossing at your lower back and pulling you toward him even more. The atmosphere is hot and slow with the exhaustion settled into both of you.
You do something of a hum in question, but don’t resist when he leans down and slowly captures your lips in his. Your longing for each other is evident simply in the sigh that follows when you connect.
There’s water dripping everywhere, mostly on you, but the kiss is everything Bakugou usually isn’t: patient, slow, and needy. Actually, no. He was always pretty needy.
“Kat,” you whisper, and he groans in response, stretching his hands up your wet skin until he crosses your ribs, his thumbs move past the side of your breasts, and your arms are naturally guided to his neck.
You weren’t entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest, but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel the length of him pressed against your stomach.
Bakugou moves a few strands of drenched hair back behind your ear, and then strokes the rest at your nape to keep your head up to him. It was admirable, really, how he could be literally twitching in arousal, and still move like it doesn’t bother him at all.
Although, he is getting closer at hinting to it, because somewhere in the heat, your right leg is being lifted to his hip. When you find an escape from his kiss (he doesn’t allow you many), you glance down to what he’s doing.
He interprets your brows slightly furrowing and the low, tired droop of your eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say.
Voice still soft and practically gone even in distress, you begin, “I can’t go another round. There’s no way I’ll—”
“Shh,” he places a kiss on your forehead, then another at your temple. His head dips to lick and kiss in the crook of your neck, and your fingers either run through his wet, blonde hair or span the muscles of his back. He’s completely gone.
The left hand that upholds your leg starts to massage your thigh and inch up to your ass. “I talk to this pretty pussy almost every night, and you don’t think I know what you can handle?”
A whimper leaves your mouth and your hold tightens around him. Despite your lower body being completely stretched and at ease, he can still feel the tension elsewhere.
He continues, his voice dripping with reassurance, “Slide it in yourself. Then you tell me how it feels.”
And after a few moments and a sigh, you carefully reach down and wrap your fingers around him the best you can. You can feel him react to the movement alone, and with a prayer, you guide his head right to your entrance so you can sink when you’re ready.
When you descend, an immediate whine feels the air. He still fit perfectly from earlier and the sensitivity had tripled.
“Fuck,” you curse, wrapping yourself around him again. He holds you close.
“Feel good?”
You nod, and he throbs inside at the same time. He kisses you again, making sure to uphold you through your fatigue. Helping those in need was his job after all.
His right hand that covers your lower back loosens so that your weight inches backwards, then it pulls you right back in until you’re pressed against each other.
He groans with pleasure. The vibrations move to your lips that kiss him like he’s the last man on Earth.
And then he does it again, and again, until your head is simply resting on your own shoulder with your arms encircling his neck, water rushing down your hair and back. Your eyes are completely closed as he cradles you, erotic whines, whimpers, and moans falling from your lips into his ear.
Your slick walls drag up and down his skin. He moves so easily in and out that he can feel the outline of where his head usually reaches—the little space left. He was nowhere near as deep right now, but he is sure with the slight bend of his knees, he could have you screaming how you were for the hours before this.
And funnily enough, he doesn’t want you screaming at the moment. It’s something previous Bakugou would never say; not rock hard and needing to be balls deep in you quick Bakugou, at least.
You were worn out and tired, your body unable to take his usual pace. He’s almost 90% sure if he lifted you off the ground, you’d comply and hold on tighter, but he’s not going to push you that far. Not when he’s content like this, caressing your beautiful, dripping figure as you cry his name.
“Mmghn, that feels s-so good.” You speak, just above a whisper. And somehow, he can still hear you over the water and small splash of you both meeting in the middle. It’s like his brain is wired. No matter what, he’ll always be able to hear you.
He nods and kisses the side of your head again, keeping stable and consistently moving with minimal effort. The underside of your right knee is now resting in his elbow, so his hand can hold your waist and pull most of your weight that way instead of trying to push your whole body with just your thigh. At some point, you began helping him out.
“Keep moving your hips just like that, I got you.”
You groan at the instruction, and he chuckles heartily. Love poured from him and into you, making you feel more safe and secure than ever.
It didn’t take long until warmth gathered in your core with your clit dragging back and forth along his cock. He occasionally grunts and has to fix position to keep himself from spilling inside, not before you do first.
He can’t explain the relief he has when you insist that you’re gonna come soon in the form of a warning. It builds with each “thrust” and being so close to him as he carries you to climax.
“I’mna come,” you say again, more rushed this time, but muffled by his shoulder.
“I can feel it.” He responds, keeping pace. “Do you know what it feels like having you pulsing around me? Knowing you’re going straight into your sleep after?”
You shake your head.
“Hell, baby. Hell.”
And he wouldn’t have it any other way: the only option you have on sleepless nights being him. When you tap his shoulder or rub yourself against him, knowing he’ll never say no. Hope could he? He takes great pride in being your melatonin.
And, without fail, you fall into a perfect deep sleep, his cum still dripping into or out of you. It’s never there in the morning, and he loves that the only way it will happen is if he wears you out.
“Kattt…” You toss your head back, a low rumble in your throat that you only make when you’re on the verge of completely losing it. He attacks your neck again, letting your body naturally bounce off him and come back.
“Let yourself feel it. Let me take you there,” he encourages gruffly, nipping at your ear.
“Agh, fuck,” you nearly sob, digging yourself further into him somehow.
His eyes shut, a wave of clarity rushing over him. It’s you, his woman, his everything, needing him. He thought he knew what he wanted early in life. He knew he wanted to be desired by others in multiple ways, the best at everything. God, how wrong he was.
Now he wants to be the best at everything for you. Because you deserve nothing less. He doesn’t want to be desired by anyone else but you, because you carry all the validation he could possibly gain dopamine from. Nothing compares to you being completely and utterly dependent on him, clinging to him for dear life.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he spouts, not bothering to stop or care about being sappy. He loves to hear you whine in response, only to finally come up with a few words. Clearly you got the cheesy feeling too.
“L-Love you, Kats.”
He bushels the hair at the bottom of your head with a grunt, tilting your nose up to him. He lets his lips kiss you passionately first, then he pulls away, but obviously not too far since you’re still nose to nose. Your eyebrows are upturned in that sensual expression he loves.
His deep, crimson eyes flicker to your puffy lips, a sign of the night, and land on your pretty damp eyelashes. He was breathless and stern.
“Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”
You blink, registering his words with the shake of your head. “Don’t stop,” you plead.
He calls your name, and it’s enough to know he’s being dead serious. Both his grips tighten, mainly the one in your hair, and you don’t know if it’s water dripping down your cheeks or a tear or two.
You can feel your bottom leg beginning to shake, and the heat get to your head.
You shut your eyes instinctively, “K—”
“I’ve got you, don’t even think about it. Look at me.”
Your eyes shoot open in remembrance of his words as he leaves and reenters you again with increased speed, the sound when you slap together even louder. He holds your head in place. “I love you more, baby. More than you can ever dream.”
You watch his eyes and they say everything you can’t, everything he can’t, and that alone is enough to send you over the edge.
Your jaw drops and you literally begin shaking, not caring that all the strength you had left went into your orgasm. Your head pounds with the stream of the shower and fatigue, and your hands begin to slip at his neck, but you don’t even care. You know he’s got you. He said it himself.
“Shit,” he hisses, your orgasm expected, but the power of it not. He almost missed the fact that you were gushing around him by mistaking it as the water, the countless times you’d done this before catching up to you. He keeps thrusting his hips forward and whispering you praises. “Atta fuckin’ girl.”
You are sobbing now, real tears as he stills and twitches inside. He holds the promise he made to you since you did the same. He keeps his eyes focused on you, even as white spurts paint your insides, and puts his swollen lips on yours. Through your gasps, you couldn’t kiss him back, so he bites your bottom one instead.
It isn’t until you lose your footing and go limp against him that he bends to pick you up and lower your leg gently. You’re still jerking slightly, your muscles overworked, and the last of his release lands somewhere on your thighs as your back is arched against him.
Before you can say anything or even think about it, he holds you upright and bends down to kiss you with all he has left, now that you’re somewhat here. When it’s over, you fall against him completely.
The rest is a blur, and the next time you know what’s happening, you’re tangled together in the unused guest bedroom.
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shouyuus · 2 months ago
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completely pussydrunk!hawks who can barely control himself when he's fucking you, groans and grunts and makes the most incoherent noises when he's thrusting into you, pushing you in half so hard that that you can feel the backs of your legs straining, your knees pressing against your shoulders, toes curling, his eyes half-hooded and just so full of hearts, pupils so dilated you don't even know if he can see properly, bending down to lick at the sweat on the side of your neck, making you squirm and twist at the sensation, heat flooding in your tummy he way he mouths at your like a debased, starving man.
"ke-keigo don't --"
"d-don't? don't what?"
"'s gross -- a-ah fuck --"
"gross? nah --" he licks his lips, bends down, grins all lopsided and smitten, fingers digging into your thighs as he slows down his thrusts ever so slightly, his cheeks pink from the exertion, wings ruffling behind him, red feathers everywhere -- "nothin' bout you's gross, dove -- nothin' got it?"
he groans, letting his head drop into the crook of your neck; you can feel him trembling as he continues to rut down into you, his pace getting sloppy and desperate, his breath hot and wet and needy.
"could eat you up -- kiss every inch of you, wanna taste every part of you, yeah? fuck so pretty for me -- so wet -- fuck fuck fuck --" rambling to himself as his thrusts get all shallow, moaning about the taste of you on his tongue.
and after he's finally filled you up (multiple times, mind you), he turns to you, breathless, his chest heaving, brushes a few sweaty strands of hair from your face and says --
"i meant what i said... nothing about you is gross to me, and i'll fuck you till you remember it, yeah?"
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tyinghershoe · 2 months ago
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Doing the TikTok ‘Hear Me Out’ trend with Bakugo except he crashes out every time you put something down.
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“Okay, my first hear me out is Sans from Undertale.” 
That sends him into a frenzy. Bakugo immediately snatches the paper from you in hopes that it will let him forget what you just said.  
“What the fuck? A skeleton?” Red eyes glare into yours and you swear he looks as if he’s about to kill you.  
You just chuckle, “He won Tumblr Sexyman!” You explain, as if that one sentence justifies everything. It doesn’t. Who still uses Tumblr, anyway? 
Bakugo rolls his eyes and turns back to your phone, now awaiting his turn. 
“My hear me out is my partner, y/n.”  
Your eyes widen at his nonchalance, as if this is the most reasonable thing. As if dating you is that bad for him to include you. 
“Katsuki, you’re supposed to pick someone that’s undesirable!” You explain, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding, he was never the best at TikTok trends anyways. 
He shrugs, “Yeah and I’m sure my choice is justified once everyone hears what you just picked.” 
You scoff and look away, which makes him smile. 
“Also, I don’t have any ‘hear me outs’ so.” He begins softly, a small like forming, “The only one I want is you.”  
You turn to him and gush, “You’re so sweet.” A hand comes up to wipe a fake tear, and he’s almost proud of what he just did 
But that pride is quickly forgotten. 
“Anyways, my next pick is Bill Cipher!” 
“A triangle? Are you fucking joking?” He yells, his quirk activating. It’s safe to say that the cake was quickly destroyed soon after. 
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cathnospam · 2 months ago
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Thinking about how canon!Katsuki would definitely be the kind of guy to stare at you.
We all know he has a habit of just looking and being nosey, so I believe he’d be way worse with his crush.
The way he stares is almost like you can feel his deep blood red eyes touch your cheek while you scribble your notes away in your notebook. You’ve notice he has done it a lot, but you were never the type to outwardly call him out on anything, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention and awkwardness.
But he would always stare, his mouth and chin covered by the palm of his hand, right leg jumping in tandem with his pencil he keeps moving back and fourth with his fingers.
You’re just so damn pretty.
It’s not what he thinks, but it’s what he’s showing, his eyelids are narrowed, slight scowl, but not entirely an annoyed look he usually does.
Eyes traveling to your crossed smooth legs, noticing the little small indents of your cellulite on your thighs.
You look so soft.
The little cute expressions you make when you’re focused on solving the problem in front of you.
You look so cuddly.
The different hairstyles you wear almost every other week. This week you decided on boho braids and they flowed off your shoulder almost like a curtain covering your pretty side profile, that’s until you throw the strands in the back of your head again.
You’re ethereal.
Bakugo loves to just look at you. He would rather choke than admit it, but he will be focused on finishing his work early just for some extra time to look back at you again.
If anybody were to point out the fact his pupils are dilated right now he’d blow them across the class.
He just keeps staring at you.
Eventually he will get caught. You will look back with your warm smile and Ironically enough when he does see you he will avoid your eye contact back like the plague.
Damn hypocrite.
But also damn you for being such a beautiful girl to Katsuki.
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luviisabella · 5 months ago
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“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.
You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.
You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.
“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.
You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.
You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.
“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.
“Night doll.”
(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)
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Y/n: dies Mina: Timer starts now! When are they coming back? I say two months! Kaminari: Bullshit. One month. Kirishima: Nah, half a month. Izuku, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Y/n JUST DIED! Bakugo, scratching chin in thought: One week.
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toyogamii · 4 months ago
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“katsuki bakugo.”
you glare at him as soon as you enter the living room. he startles slightly and furrows his brows to match your scowl.
“the hell do you want? what are you comin’ in here screaming for?”
you pout at him and cross your arms.
“you know exactly what you did.”
he groans and stands up, dropping his phone on the couch as he goes over to you. you let out a huff and turn away from him causing him to roll his eyes. within seconds you’re being lifted off your feet.
“wha- hey! put me down you jerk!”
“not till ya tell me what’s got you all worked up, pretty.”
you can feel the grin on his lips as he nuzzles into your neck, placing kisses along your pulse line. katsuki knows he’s won when you sigh and go limp in his arms.
“you didn’t kiss me goodbye this morning… you hate me,” you conclude. he headbutts you softly.
“stop saying dumb shit,” he presses a gentle to kiss to your temple, “you know damn well how much i love you.”
you slide out of his arms and turn to face him, pout still on your face.
“well your lack of kisses this morning says otherwise.”
“i kissed you this morning as soon as we woke up,” he says with a smirk, arms coming to wrap around your waist and pulling you close.
“yeah that was my good morning kiss, i need my goodbye kiss too, dummy,” you state. he gives you an unimpressed look and you return it with a grin.
katsuki rolls his eyes again.
“you’re right, i shoulda known,” he says sarcastically, but there’s no real venom in his voice.
“mhm,” you agree, pecking his nose, “now you know for future reference. i need a good morning kiss, then a breakfast kiss, then a getting ready kiss… probably a few kisses in between them all too… and then right before you leave, i need my good bye kiss.”
he snorts.
“any kisses you’re forgettin’?”
“hmmm… probably my i’m sorry that i missed my good morning kiss kiss.”
he grins.
“that i can do.”
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startaee · 5 months ago
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obsessed w the idea of being close to katsuki's mom. you're just yoga friends or jogging buddies, so when he groggily walks into the kitchen on that saturday morning, to find you in your cute coord set, eagerly watching mitsuki make that healthy drink she was telling you about all morning, he's stunned.
all he can see is your side profile. lips parted in awe as your eyes are wide and glimmering with curiosity. and he thinks you look absolutely adorable with the little fat under your chin, he thinks it compliments your soft jawline. and he's about to think more, but then you turn around to face him, with a smile that just knocks every thought right outta his goddamn head.
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