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macaroki · 3 years ago

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bad days ( k. bakugo x gn.reader )

" a headpats a day keep sanity at the bay, " but that's not the problem. the problem was your boyfriend being so grumpy and his attention not even for you, even just for a little.

warning(s) : some swearing word, lack of attention, a very ooc bakugo, not proofread, short drabble if you consider so.

genre : angst if you squint, fluff

pairing(s) : katsuki bakugo x gender neutral reader

a/n : i know it's todoroki's bday yesterday but i can't brainrot myself to write something for him so i am very sorry, please enjoy a very tsuntsun bakugo. and picture shown obv not mine. apologize for any grammar, character personality & story plot error. bcs i defo didnt't write this from 3AM, of course haha.... ⊂((・▽・))⊃

You didn't ask for this, never ever in your life you gonna ask for today. Today has been draining you a lot and just universe messing with you real bad, 'cause nothing seems right today. Your coffee has gone this morning and god-knew-who-tf steal them and you accidently lashed out to Bakugo as he greets you aggresively on the phone.

God, not to mention that Ectoplasm-sensei was explaining something about Mathematic's thing and added another assignment that due this month ( but honestly who would understand maths? ) and Present Mic has assigned two pairs to do some presentation that you couldn't put yout head with what was he talking about. What make it kind off worse was you're paired with Mineta.

Maybe it's not that bad right? Well, not really. But hey, at least Todoroki has warm up your cold tea that was made by Yaoyorozu that you didn't notice, but... We're not focusing about that, instead it's about your.. boyfriend? Significant other? Soulmate? You name it, but he's just being an extra total asshole this whole shitty day of yours.

Don't @ me, he's already an asshole before but today he doesn't seems like your boyfriend at all. His attention all drawn to his phone ( during any free time of his, ) and just ignoring you the whole day. During the recess, he wouldn't touch his favorite food nor throwing jerky remarks to Kaminari's dad jokes.

Okay, maybe he was really mad so who knows after school-period ended he would talk to you again, right? Oh my, jokes on you he didn't. Whenever you initiate a conversation, he would grunts or just hums as reponse. He do walk you to Height Allience like usual, but he didn't say a single thing like his vocabulary was all gone. It's feel like you're dating a mute boyfriend with no social cue right now. He literally took ' a man with few words ' in another level.

" Katsu, can you perhaps by any chances lending me your note? " You asked him as soon as both of you walking in to the common room and thankfully he did verbal response with " which subject? " - " Maths, they sucks. I don't understand today's topic, " you sighed, but somewhat grateful because he can talk afterall. " Alright, " all he said before catching up with Kirishima in the elevator, leaving you confused. Okay, you definitely need to fix something here.

As soon as you arrive to your dorms, your body fall to the comfy bed that at least willing to give you some comfort. Not even a minute passed, there's someone knocking on the door, and you didn't even brother to look up the person as you buried your face on Bakugo's hoodie that you def. didn't steal three days ago. " Oi, here's the note you asked. "

You gestured your hand to your study table, earning another grunts from him. Not too long after, you heard him ranting something about apology or maybe you were just sleepy and hearing things. " Come down for dinner later, " was the last thing you heard before you fall asleep on your beloved tsundere boyfriend's hoodie.

You woke up from the comforting weight on your body, and the hoodie that you cuddled before now replaced by the real owner. You were safely tucked under his chin and your uniform also replaced with your favorite shirt. It's weird, maybe you were high all this time and day dreaming. Maybe that's why your day was super-

" Oi, dumbass. I know you were awake, " -horrible. " I'm .. I'm sorry okay? I didn't notice you have a fucking bad day, " while his hand were mindlessly drawing shapes on your back. Hopefully you didn't mind his rapid heartbeat, cause you just didn't fail to make him blush like crazy. God forbid anyone saw or hear this because he'll be just close only to you, and you.

Maybe you were in heaven right now, or maybe you were hallucinating. But you couldn't help than cherish the moment of vulnerable Bakugo's, even though it's just a dream. Well, a human can only dream. " Are you listening to me? " He snapped you out from your thought while muttering some curse word under his breath. " Oh, y-yeah. Right, sorry. What was that about? " A sigh escaped from his lips, and his hold on your body tighten a bit.

" I said I'm sorry, dumbass. I.. fuck, I didn't mean to. " He stopped a while as he feels your face nuzzling closer to his neck. " I really.... didn't mean to ignore you all day, " he muttered with a few grunts there and there, but seeing him open about his feeling make you feel better all of the sudden. It makes you feel like trusted enough that he's more than willing to show you his vulnerable state, and it's convince you that this relationship is mutual.

Perhaps he said ' I love you ' less, but the attitude - that sounds clichè but cute honestly - where he lends you his note and even tutoring you with no hesistation asked, where he walks beside you on the road side, where he let you tugs on his shirt if you're feeling shitty on the crowd and so much more enough to tell you that he apperciate you and all.

" It's okay, you don't have to feel bad, " you assured him, at the same time cherishing the time you spent with him. " 'm just glad you're here, " and he did too.

He just can't say it but he hopes you see how he still saves you from Mineta bullshit during homeroom, how he still saves your seat on the cafeteria and bring you your favorite drink, and many other minor details that he don't even remember because everything he did with you become a habit, whether it cooking for you during weekend, or hair day on friday night.

" I'm just really glad to have you here, " you repeat again, that enough to convince him, " but next time you gotta tell me what's wrong, okay? " he muttered so softly and holding you close as he afraid to break you. Honestly, your nods already can put him in ease, knowing that small shit can be solved without arguing.

He love you for that, he truly did. Not everyone can keep up with his shitty attitude all the time, not even Kirishima sometimes, but he glad that you did. You accept him no matter how hot-headed he is, and he accept you for being so adorable and able to take his breath away as he see your figure. Before you could say anything, " now, get ya ass up and eat., " he said, yet still playing with your hair mindlessly.

" 'm tired, don't you want to carry me, hm?, " earning a flick on forehead from your beloved boyfriend. " Gotta get over the laziness dumbass, come on, " and he's right. But honestly, he didn't mind if you cling onto him for dear life, because he finds it cute, but he won't tell you that. Anyway-

Bonus :

" Yo, Bakubro! Can you lend me your phone a bit~ ? "

" Hah? The fuck you want my phone shittyhead? "

" Well, I might or might not saw your google history on how to make your s/o feel bette- "

Can you hear it? It's Kirishima screaming and holding dear life to Todoroki and Bakugo's cursing.

tysm for reading, have a nice day/night <3. don't forget to drink water & eat properly, 'kay?

#bakugo x gn reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo comfort #bakugo x reader fluff

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tomiokai · 3 years ago

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talented

my hero academia

navigation <- masterlist found here

[ nsfw ] things i think the mha boys are good at… but make it sexual. this is basically how i think some of the guys would fuck. f!reader + aged up characters

i. midoriya / s. todoroki / k. bakugo / e. kirishima / d. kaminari / h. sero

notes: this was born out of pure imagination and horny hours. this ones short because my brain is just not working atm. #brainrot

cw: suggestive content, sexc times

Izuku Midoriya

He has to be the best oral givers/fingerer.

Think about it, whenever he is studying for doing something laid back he exercises his hands/fingers.

Strong and muscular fingers…. do I really need to expand on this?

He knows how to keep the speed up and never gets tired.

Izuku knows exactly where your sweet spots are and he is not afraid to exploit them.

In my mind Izuku will always be the #1 oral giver (along side Tamaki Amajiki, if ykyk).

Izuku would eat that pussy like it was his last meal, he just loves it so much.

He definitely likes being in control because most of the time he’s the one that’s vulnerable.

Shoto Todoroki

Quirk play in bed.

Shoto and his half cold and half hot Quirk is sure to deliver a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

While he's pounding into you his hands would roam all over your body, either with his cold side or his hot side, he'll be sure to use temperature play.

When he fingers you, he'd let you choose whether you wanted his hot or cold side.

Yk, giving the ladies their options, wink wink.

This is just a cute little extra: Shoto would definitely burn up and let out a little steam from his body when it’s his first time. He would look so cute with his hands trying to hide his face and little steam emitting off the top of his head.

He’s one who loves getting praise on how good he’s making you feel.

The more you praise him the more confident he gets and the harder he goes.

Always calm, collected and cool. He’ll need to let off some steam at some point. This point is when the two of you are banging. He will go hard.

Katsuki Bakugo

Literally just good at sex. Period.

Since Bakugo can't exactly use his Quirk during sex he has to improvise.

Bakugo's hidden Quirk: getting people fucking horny over him.

But in the end, it's fine because he can get anyone to scream his name.

He will be so fucking rough and pound into you like you were just a plaything.

Listen, he loves degrading. That is just a fact and we all know it.

From the way he yells and torments everyone it’s only natural that this habit sticks around in the bedroom.

If you praise him he will get very red and scold you for embarrassing him but continue banging you.

Eijiro Kirishima

Praise, praise and more praise.

He loves giving and receiving praise from his partner.

If he goes down on you he loves it when you give him praise and tell him how good he’s making you feel.

Likewise, when he’s on top of you, he loves whispering dirty praises in your ear.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep screaming my name.”

“You feel so good around my cock. You’re such a good girl for me.”

He will overstimulate you and that is just hard facts. He believes it’s very manly when he exceeds the woman’s expectations.

Always wants cuddles afterwards or he’ll give you puppy dog eyes. Either that or he passes out and sleeps for hours.

Denki Kaminari

Look, this boy may come off as stupid and not good at anything (the creators words not mine) but he knows how to fuck.

Denki’s stamina and speed will send your pussy into oblivion. Literally.

He definitely likes hitting it from the back or with your knees folded up against your chest.

Denki likes watching his dick slide in and out of your cunt knowing that the reason why you are moaning uncontrollably was because of him. This strikes his delicate ego.

He loves praise, period. No further arguments.

If you asked Denki really nicely and reassured him that you’re going to be completely fine, I firmly believe that he will use his quirk on you.

We all know how insecure Denki can become when using his Quirk near his friends (and close ones). So it’s only natural you’ll need to reassure him.

Godsent sex I tell yah…

Hanta Sero

Bondage and suspension during sex is a must with Sero. Y’all already knew this was coming.

In a world filled with superhuman powers, who wouldn’t use their Quirk during sex?

He’s very confident during sex, he has no doubts about anything. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Sero loves tieing you up and using sex toys on you.

Also on the topic of sex toys, he has no problem using them on you in public. He loves watching your face scrunch up and your poor attempts at hiding your pleasure.

Loves having your hands tied to the headboard while he’s going down on you.

He also loves to edge you on and deny you orgasms too until you’re practically crying and begging.

Loves being in control but also loves being controlled as well.

He'll sometimes use his own tape on himself, although it can get a little messy.

#headcanon #🌙 ella thirsts #my hero academia #mha headcanons #izuku midoriya #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #sero hanta #mha smut #todoroki smut #bakugo katsuki smut #bnha kirishima

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

#tw: noncon #bakugo smut #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo mha #bakugo bnha #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha yandere #yandere Bakugo #bnha yandere #bnha smut #mha smut

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simultaneously-sick-and-calm · 3 years ago

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I've got the ProHero!Denki brainrot and it's all @get-shiggy-with-it 's doing.

I'm thinking about a nearing middle-aged Chargebolt. Well settled into his career. Well loved by many, but never as popular as his friends were. He is recognized on the street a couple of times a month, but he has always gotten to enjoy a healthy amount of anonymity. Never being hounded by the press unless he's out with the gang.

He introduces himself as Kaminari. He thanks the grocery store clerks and baristas when he makes purchases there. He runs in the neighborhood in the middle of the afternoon on his days off and often doesn't have to speak with anyone.

I'm thinking about how he takes his time, but he finishes a degree in literature. And how, in his prime, he starts a book about the duality of being a hero. About how isolating the fame can be in a society where they are worshipped almost like gods among men.

He doesn't talk about it to anyone, afraid that he'd be ridiculed that no one would ever believe that he really wrote something so eloquent, because he's always been the dumb one. The one who makes his friends laugh, and has taken one too many unintentional jolts to the system. The comic relief and never the voice of reason.

You run into him at his favorite coffee shop. LITERALLY run into him... Nearly spilling your iced coffee all over him and his laptop. You put it together when you notice the end of a phone charger hanging comically from the side of his grin, and the conversation comes easy.

You think he's sweet. You have to suppress the urge to reach out and push the hair out of his eyes every time he laughs.

He thinks you're endearing. He has to keep his hand from covering yours every time you apologize about the coffee.

You share the same table in the crowded little shop more and more often as the spring turns to summer, and then the colors of autumn make the golden tones in his eyes reflect that much brighter.

You ask him what he's working on every time.

He playfully avoids it every time. Until the day he sits back from his keyboard and breathes a sigh of relief.

It's a breathtaking insight into the absurdity of hero society. The fact that, while many things have changed since the time of All Might and Endeavor-the top heroes these days are much more human than those two ever were-but at it's core, the patterns are still the same.

He's brilliant, and after it's been published under a pseudonym, you alone get to take in the brilliance of his small smile every time you squeeze his hand...every time you walk hand in hand past the display in the bookstore window.

#Bee this is all your fault #claire daydreams 💕#kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari x you #your honor I love him so much

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pluviophile-imagines · 4 years ago

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LOWI CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!! 🥺💞💞💞 u deserve it and so much more!! for the kiss prompt could i get 18 with shinsou ?? 🥺👉👈

TYSM SOFFFF so uh. I’ve been fuckin stupid dkfnskfb my dumbass rlly wrote Shinsou correctly on my master post like a week ago and then still managed to write for Shigaraki instead when it came to the actual piece 😳 so thanks to my handyman brainrot you get two—that’s right, two!—characters for the price of one ur welcome ♥️ I cheated a lil bit so shinsou;s not sitting in the reader’s lap it’s just his head but i think its cute 🥺 also Shiggy’s is like twice as long as ive been trying to write them oops i rlly like the jealous reader premise 👉👈 it’s under the read more bc of that and bc of kiiiinda spoilers? if yall arent caught up to the manga you won’t get it but if u are it’s canonical. Whew that was a lot! Enjoy!

Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Shinsou

To say that your relationship with Shinsou is new would be an understatement. You’ve been friends for years—ever since the third year of high school when you’d been assigned to him as his support—but you’ve never been particularly close until recently when you’d once again found yourself working on his hero costume and support items.

He’d only asked you out yesterday after nearly two months of tension-filled glances and fleeting touches. Now, the two of you are watching a movie at your mutual friend Kirishima’s apartment, sitting quite awkwardly on a loveseat and pretending like you don’t want to get closer to each other. You haven’t told your friends yet about your new relationship status, but that’s not entirely what’s holding you two back. If anything, it’s run-of-the-mill first date awkwardness (if watching a movie with six of your closest friends around can be considered a date), too afraid to initiate anything.

The movie’s dull; the two of you have pulled out your phones to snark at each other through text, a strategy you’d begun weeks ago after being hushed one too many times by Kaminari because you were talking too loudly. The bright screens probably aren’t all that much better, but you two are in the back anyway; nobody can see it unless they turn away from the TV.

You risk a glance up and end up locking eyes with Shinsou. Your face heats up, heartbeat quickening, as he gives you a charming smile. You watch him glance around the room, unsure at first why he’s doing it until he turns his attention back to you and slowly, silently, moves over across the loveseat into your personal space.

Your legs are touching now, faces so close your nose is nearly brushing his. One of his hands has come to brace against the armrest you’re leaning on, allowing him to stay leaning in.

“Hey,” he says, little more than a whisper and clearly hushed so the others don’t hear.

“Hey yourself,” you respond, earning yourself a low snort.

Instead of vocally responding, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and then moves his hands to maneuver your legs until you’re no longer curled up against the couch’s backing but sitting like a normal person.

Then he lays down, head resting on your thighs, and turns to face the movie.

You’re grinning uncontrollably. All possible self-conscious thoughts of the others seeing you are dashed from your mind; you like the weight of him in your lap too much.

You spend much of the rest of the movie like that, easily over half an hour. A few minutes in he reaches down to find your hand and bring it to his hair, encouraging you to stroke it. It’s even softer than you’ve imagined in the past, fluffy and thick and genuinely nice to run your hands though. There’s a surge of contentment that rushes through you, and maybe a little bit of pride at the knowledge that you can do this pretty much any time you want now.

By the end of the film, you’re pretty sure Shinsou’s fallen asleep. He gives you the scare of your life, however, when he grabs your arm as you’re trying to pull away. His eyes open, purple irises trained on you.

What happens next you blame on grogginess, him still not quite being awake. He blames it on you; whenever you mention it, he says he saw you and had become consumed with an overwhelming desire to just lean up and kiss you. Whatever the reason, it’s nice for you.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck, tugging you down just as much as he lifts up. It begins soft, kind of sweet, just lips as the two of you melt into each other—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within moments the two of you morph the kiss from a quick peck after a movie to a very passionate makeout, and frankly you’d be more concerned if they hadn’t interrupted the two of you.

You pull away when you hear Kaminari’s wolf whistle, left sitting on the loveseat with a burning face and your boyfriend in your lap, still half asleep.

Shigaraki

You’re not jealous.

No, you’ve been dating Tomura for months. You can’t be jealous when he’s, well, yours, and has been for quite some time. You’re his first relationship, his first everything, and it’s frankly foolish of you to feel this insecure just because some floozy is simpering at him from across the enormous room where you and the rest of the League are scattered about. It’s not like she really wants him, or even knows him; he’s just the hew big-shot leader and she’s decided being his lover sounds good. Too bad that role’s already taken.

Still, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest—an ache in your heart, a burning lump in your throat—that says now that Tomura is Grand Commander he’ll drop you for someone better.

You don’t realize you’re glaring daggers at the woman until she catches your eye. She has no business looking that smug; the only reason she’s allowed in the room is to give Tomura reports. You’re the one lounging next to him as she approaches; he has your legs over his lap, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh.

And when she bends down to drop the report on his lap (as if your damn legs aren’t there, you want to scoff) she draws the eyes of every League member except the one she wants, because you’re the one who has Tomura’s attention.

He’s wearing Father, but you’ve long passed being afraid when he looks at you from between those lifeless digits and you can see the expression beneath; those lips tugging down slightly in a pout, brow furrowed, eyes far softer than they have any damn business being while hiding behind the severed hand of his old man. He’s concerned, and a little confused.

Tomura plucks the report from your legs and sets it aside, reaching to pull you fully into his lap. To your surprise he takes Father off, too; he buries his face into your neck to prevent the outsider from seeing, lips just brushing your ear so that you can hear him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since the secretary came in, brat.”

Like hell you’re saying anything in front of her. You remain stubbornly silent.

He doesn’t like that, you can tell, but while the secretary’s interest is lost on him he knows you well enough to tell that you’re uncomfortable with her. Presumably that’s why he doesn’t press the issue and kisses you instead.

You don’t expect it. Tomura’s not exactly one to shy away from PDA (you’re sitting in his lap in front of the whole League, for fuck’s sake), but intimacy is something he’s never wanted to take beyond closed doors. When he’s in a sour mood you’ll kiss him sometimes, even in public (he’s invigorated by your affection in many way, but never anything you’d call heated.

This kiss, though, is. It’s anything but chaste, perhaps even downright lewd. He’s all but initiating a makeout with you while Miss Secretary is standing right there. Maybe his affection-motivated ways are rubbing off on you, but it helps more than it probably ought to.

You’re dazed by the time he pulls away. The sound of the door slamming closed snaps you from your trance. The secretary, ploy foiled simply by your annoyed expression, had left. It doesn’t matter. None of this was ever really about her in the first place.

“There,” Tomura says, audibly quite pleased with himself. “She’s gone. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh, leaning in to tuck your own head into his shoulder. Your voice is muffled when you speak, quiet so that only he can hear.

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s bothering you,” he says simply. There’s an underlying statement there: tell me so I can destroy it for you. In many ways, Tomura is a predictable man.

You know he’s not going to drop it, so you accept your fate. “She was making a pass at you.”

He tenses beneath you, holding you closer. You risk lifting your head from where it’s buried to see the way his nose is scrunched up. “She wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was.”

There’s a pause, like he’s processing everything you’re saying. Then, seemingly finally registering what exactly is bothering you, his hands move to grip your hips and maneuver you to straddle him, sitting fully on his lap facing him. “Fine. Why’re you pissed about it, then?”

You lean in again, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his chest and try to ignore the tears that are coming. You’d never be able to live it down if any of the others saw you crying over the fucking secretary.

But you know more than anyone thanks to many late nights assuring your boyfriend he’s the only one for you that Tomura can empathize with this insecurity. It’s a little strange how the script has flipped.

“She’s a high ranking MLA member, she probably has some crazy strong quirk. I’m quirkless. I dunno. I guess I’m scared you’ll drop me for someone like her. Like I said, it’s dumb.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You sit there, listening to his heartbeat and matching your breathing to his. Then he speaks.

“Your emotions aren’t dumb. It’s okay that you’re feeling this way. Thank you for telling me.” He’s parroting you, you realize; this is what you tell him every time he comes to you for comfort when he’s gotten in a mood. You feel a little fuzzy, warmth flooding your chest. “But I think we both know they’re irrational.”

“Tomura… I—”

“I’m not interested in some lame-ass NPC,” he interrupts, no hesitation and entirely sincere. He doesn’t even need to think about it. “You’re my player two, my endgame. The only thing in this world worth protecting. You really think that secretary can hold a candle to you? I didn’t even notice her. Why would I when you’re here?”

You can’t help it, you surge upward and kiss him, just as passionately as he had you mere moments before. His right hand traces up your spine to find the back of your neck and pull you closer, sending a thrill through your body as your own arms tighten around him.

“Oi! Horndogs! Get a damn room, don’t make us see that!”

You break away at Dabi’s words, panting slightly, and if the sincerity of Tomura’s little rant hadn’t convinced you that his words were true, the look of utter adoration he’s regarding you with would have.

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chuuyanakaahara · 3 years ago

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kiribaku band au brainrot

kirishima and bakugou actually knew each other during high school - they had sort-of a summer fling with an accidental road trip. they had a big falling out at the end that meant they just pretended it never happened

the only significant part about this (other than kirishima stealing bakugou's hoodie in Break Up Revenge (to cry in) and using it as a nightshirt, nowadays) is that kirishima has this CD. it's bakugou's cd. hell, it caused the big fight - bakugou wanted it back, and kirishima had been heartbroken and didn't want to, so bakugou had marched the hell downstairs and was rude as hell to eijirou's moms,,,

so maybe they got into a post-break-up fistfight. whatever. he never asked why it was such a big deal, the cd. he hadn't cared. so he still has it.

now, he doesn't even remember it much. he doesn't listen to that album much bc it reminds him of said summer fling and nah.

flash forward to know, and he's a hot-shot college student with a band and holy shit is that strange, actually being in a band. he hasn't chosen his major yet and he doesn't really know what he's doing, other than that he can play drums real damn well and that he writes nice lyrics.

until mina - their singer - signs them up for a competition. he doesn't even know how to wrap his head around it. their little band is just him, mina, kaminari, and todoroki (he can't wrap his head around that, either, but he doesn't ask, so todoroki never tells.) (it's because of the baggage)

so imagine his surprise when he gets there and in one of the opposite brackets is his high school summer fling who has gotten a significant glow up and looks really really good in smudged black liner.

his band? bakugou, sero, shinsou, and jirou.

whatever. fine. he can deal. they didn't end on good terms, so bakugou both seems to be gunning for kirishima's head and also pointedly ignoring him.

eventually, it's the memories that cause him to listen to that album again, and he realizes, as he listens to it in its entirety, that it has a burned track on the end added on

and it's... it's got katsuki's vocals, shaky and hesitant, clearly very young, a cover of one of the album's singles. it's not super great, but it's not super bad, and it's very clear that it means a lot to the young katsuki that was recording. that's why he wanted the cd.

which, of course, inspires kirishima and his big dumb heart to try and reach out...

#the reasoning doesn't make the consequences any better but it was one of the first cover's katsuki ever did for a song he actually cared ab #*about #so he'd wanted it back #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bakukiri #bnha #mha #kyouka jirou #kaminari denki #hanta sero #shouto todoroki #shinsou hitoshi #mina ashido

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n-blanca-archived · 4 years ago

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↳ CLASS 1-A HC’S TO MAKE YOU SMILE (hopefully)

A/N: i’ve been on class-1a brainrot (yes, all of them. collectively) for SO LONG and honestly? I love it here. romance is all good and dandy but FRIENDSHIP? good shit.

on that note, these pairings are all platonic! just little things i like about their dynamics or things i think they’d do when they hang out :) feel free to see them as romantic though, not like i can stop you :P

p.s sorry for dipping??? for like months???

genre: fluff

warnings: minor situational angst

→ Denki & Izuku

❑ These two boys are the other’s hype-man, totally. Kaminari absolutely does not mind sitting through Izuku’s ravings about the fluctuating hero rankings, or even just the times where Izuku mutters on and on.

❑ Kaminari’s been ignored enough times to know that it doesn’t feel good at all to want to talk to someone and for them to sheepishly tell you they’d long since stopped listening. Izuku does the same for Denki, no question. Sometimes Denki starts talking, and he doesn’t really...stop.

❑ But Izuku finds it’s nice to hang out with the boy, and he doesn’t mind not contributing to the conversation when Denki looks so elated to see someone listening for once.

❑ While I will forever be the number one advocate for Bakugou tutoring Denki and finding different studying strategies that work for Denki instead of giving up on him, I think Izuku’s just as likely to do that for kami!

❑ It’s a frustrating first session, but once Izuku’s brian suggests that Kami might just need another method of studying, he takes that idea and runs with it.

❑ The next week, kami goes to Izuku’s room a little afraid of the freckled boy rejecting him- but to his surprise, Izuku presents him with all types of new study methods, including colored index cards and a home-made sentence reader that covered the entire page except for one line at a time.

❑ (yes, he did tear up for a second.)

❑ They end up going through that week's chapter in half the time it usually took Denki to get a subject, and they got to play video games afterward!

→ Ochako & Katsuki

❑ While I don't think the boys in 1-A look down on the girls in the sense of "but they're girls so they are weaker :(" all that much- Katsuki was the first and only one really to make that clear. He didn't see her as something or someone to pity. She was an opponent and a damn capable one at that.

❑ So, yes. Maybe Ochako and Katsuki aren't exactly best friends who'd die for each other. But they’ve proven to each other that if there's someone who'll bring their all to a fight no matter the circumstance, it's each other.

❑ Ochako’s weariness when it came to Katsuki was short lived. It was kind of hard to be so...afraid of someone who treated you better than others seemed to coddle her when she told them she was a hero-in-training.

❑ It starts small, too. At first it was just teaming up occasionally during class for spars. Then it was going to the gym after school with Katsuki and Eijirou.

❑ Tiny little hang-outs like that then turn into joining the blonde on his morning runs every once in a while, and eventually Ochako found herself seeking out Bakugou every weekend, and the blonde seemed to be on the same mind-track, too. Every Sunday, when Ochako pulled open the front door, she spotted Katsuki, stretching out in the front lawn, waiting for her.

❑ (and if they occasionally have breakfast together after their bi-weekly sunday training sessions, then that's their business.)

→ Shouto & Eijirou

❑ them hanging out wasn't really ever. Expected. Like, at all.

❑ but kirishima's shown that he has a knack for weird, almost hostile awkward boys with low friend counts

❑ so shouto fits right in

❑ really it starts when Kirishima finds Shouto in the common room, staring into space. Usually he'd leave him be, but it was weird to see the boy without his group of friends joining him

❑ in an effort to get to know shouto better, kiri offers to play a few rounds of super smash bros,,, and shouto just. blinks. at him. And kiri blinked back for a second before he realizes shouto didn't know what super smash bros was

❑ and of course, to kiri, that's absolute blasphemy

❑ so kiri abandons his trip to the kitchen in favor of sitting next to shouto on the couch, and teaching him how to play as many video games as they could fit in one night

❑ (the first time kiri sees shouto laugh, he can't help the way his face splits into a grin. Todoroki, while not mean, was someone who came off as cold most of the time, so to see him so relaxed made Eijirou feel warm.)

❑ somehow it becomes a regular thing-- shouto would come downstairs, and eventually Kirishima would show up. Sometimes they were both alone, sometimes they were surrounded by their friend groups. But every time without fail, Kirishima would take his place next to shouto, hand him the blue controller that he favored, and turned on the TV to select the first game they'd be playing

❑ (watching Shouto start to gain some of Kirishima's vernacular was also an interesting - read:hilarious - experience)

→ Mina & Yuga

❑break dancing buddies

❑ like. I'm not kidding these two have moves.

❑ well. Mina does, at least. Aoyama gets it pretty quickly but it took him a second to familiarize himself with how your body moves when your break dancing.

❑ aoyama's danced ballet most of his life, so dancing wasn't new to him

❑ but this particular type of dancing was new to him- so of course he reached out to mina after the UA festival

❑ mina, ever the angel, agreed!!!!! Dancing buddies!!!

❑ Mina's also loved dance for a good amount of time

❑ it started in middle school, and just carried into highschool. The idea of being to express yourself with your /body/ was exciting, plus you looked really cool while doing it too!

❑ so when she gets asked by Aoyama to teach him how to breakdance she's nervous, but completely giddy to be able to be someone else's intro to a hobby that was a big part of her life

❑ it's not an uncommon sight to see mina and Aoyama, in their workout clothes, working through moves Step by step with Mina's phone blasting some random song that was beat heavy

❑ (Aoyama would be an interesting extra add on to the bakusquad. Am I wrong? No 🚗)

→ Hanta & Tsuyu

❑ Sero never really interacted with tsuyu, not to say he didn't like her! she just wasn't in his social circle

❑ so to say he felt awkward when he found her in the corner of the library during free period- curled up and sniveling away - was an understatement

❑ still, he put down the fourth issue of a manga he was /really/ looking forward to catching up on, and sat next to her until she calmed down enough to tell him what's wrong

❑ turns out, winter always sucked and made her tired, which made her sad. Added on to the already existing amphibian instincts in her that hated loud noises or too many people, it could get really overwhelming for her

❑ Sero offered to let her into his room whever she wanted to hang out in the quiet, if she felt embarrassed to do so with her closer friends

❑ she seemed surprised, but quickly agreed.

❑ Sero wouldn't tell her, but he often felt the same in a sense. The only two people in his friend group who could be relatively quiet in more personal settings were Bakugou, ironically, and Kirishima. So he often found himself leaving group hang-outs just a little early, to destress in his quiet room.

❑ tsuyu hadn't expected him to stay with her, and especially not offer his room to her whenever she needed to get away. Still, she agreed, knowing she'd probably never take him up on his offer

❑ she was proven wrong three days later, when Ochako squealed about...something.

❑ tsuyu couldn't say for sure what the floaty girl was yelling about. Normally she was attentive, really! But her head was throbbing and she was on the verge of falling asleep then and there when Ochako burst into a loud yell of excitement, startling the frog-like girl

❑ so tsuyu gathered her stuff as quickly as her sluggish body allowed, rushed out a quick goodbye to her baffled friends and made her way to the dorms

❑ the elevator was a struggle, with the humming of the machinery almost lulling her to sleep. She made it out successfully, though due to her drowsiness and increasingly blurring vision, she realized just a little too late that she had wandered down the wrong hallway

❑ sero's name plate made her stutter in her tracks, but after a moment of deliberation that left her swaying on her feet, she knocked as strongly as she could on the thin door, hoping the lanky boy was in his room

❑ thankfully, he was, and he only offered her a small smile before ushering her into the room and guiding her to his bed. Tsuyu thinks she croaked out a tiny "thanks", but she couldn't really be sure

❑ she slept better in those 39 minutes than she had in weeks

❑ after that, tsuyu somehow got into the habit of wandering down the opposite hallway once she left the elevator, and most of the time Sero would open his door when she knocked, only giving her a smile before letting her wander to his bed or, more commonly, the pile of blankets and bean bags he had in a corner of his room.

❑ (she wouldn't admit it, and neither would he, but the times where they walked back to his dorm together once their free period began were their favorites. and the days where tsuyu wasn't so sleepy and they talked for the hour they had weren't so bad, either)

okokok i’m cutting it here since that last section was super long! who knew i had so much to say about hanta and tsuyu ,,,,

anyway! this was super fun, so i’ll definitely be doing stuff like this more in the future. if you have two characters you’d particularly like to see, don’t be afraid to jump into my ask box!

#class 1a #class 1a headcanons #blanca.txt #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #denki kaminari #izuku midoriya #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #yuga aoyama #hanta sero #tsuyu asui

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Shortcircuit

Denki Kaminari x reader

Word count: 1684

Warning(s): None

A/N: CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE DENKI SM AND I’M HAVING THE HUGE DENKI BRAINROT EVER SO HAVE THIS- Also I based this off of U.A’s Sports Festival since I can’t think of any scenario. Enjoy!

Also, GIF not mine!

You sat at the bleachers, next to Tsuyu and Ochaco at the U.A’s sports festival. Your match just got done a few moments ago, you ended up winning which eased your nerves since you practically couldn’t sleep all night long.

You were very thankful you have Denki with you to spew you words of encouragement whenever you started doubting yourself as the days of the sports festival counted down.

And here you were now, you weren’t going to lie when you felt your hands get a little bit sweaty as the next match was announced, none other than Denki Kaminari himself against another student from class 1-B.

Your heart almost dropped with the sudden boom of the speakers surrounding the stadium.

“Onto the match, from the hero course of Class 1-B, Ibara Shiozaki!”

You inspected her as she walked up the stage, her hair was seemingly switched for vines and you realized that was probably her quirk. It looked pretty too.

“Versus, sparking killing boy, from the hero course of Class 1-A, Denki Kaminari!”

You couldn’t help your heart to swell as you kept your gaze locked on the blond even though his back was facing you as he slowly strutted up the stage. The stadium erupted into loud cheers and screams of encouragement from both classes as they took their stance.

“Oh, I hope Kaminari-kun could win this one!” Ochaco voices out her support, hands tangling together as she also kept watch.

“We’ll just have to see how it goes.. ribbit.” Tsuyu says, tilting her head.

“I.. trust him.” You say, giving Ochaco and Tsuyu a smile, as they quickly returned it too, Ochaco giving you a side hug as cheers from all around you could be heard.

You smiled even widely, knowing your ball of electricity of a boyfriend won’t go down without a fight.

The cheers from around you made you a little bit nervous for him, don’t get yourself wrong, you fully have his support. You know how much he struggles with his quirk so it made you a bit antsy of how this match would go.

Still, you breathed in deeply and kept your gaze on him, the view around you didn’t matter.

You stood up for a bit, going close to the railings as Tsuyu and Ochaco curiously wandered their gaze to you. You took another intake of breath, raising your hands up and cupping them around your mouth as you cheered.

“Go Kaminari! I’m rooting for you!” You saw how his head perked up instantly at the sound of your voice, head snapping around and up to search among the crowd for you, taking him only a few seconds to spot you. Heat rose to your cheeks as you both make eye contact with another despite the distance.

You saw him give a wide grin towards you, probably to reassure you that he’s got this. And of course, Denki being Denki, sends a wink your way. God he’s such an idiot and you love him.

You never returned to your seat since you were 100% sure you weren’t able to sit still.

Once he had his back turned to you again, you watched.

“Anyway, staaaart!” Present Mic spoke, his loud booming voice slightly made your ears cringe.

You watched as your boyfriend fixed and straightened himself up, then getting into a stance. You were lying if you thought this didn’t made you fall for him more, his determination sometimes makes your heart blow a fuse.

You saw by his actions that he was probably talking off his mouth again.

“.. This match would probably be over in a second!”

And by that, you saw how bits and bolts of electricity ran through his body, blond locks flowing up as he swiftly moved.

“.. Indiscriminate Shock...”

You bit your lip as your heart made erratic beats. You know where this was going and you could only hope for the best.

“1.3 Million Volts!” His arms punctually raised and was rapid to be bought down as electricity coursed throughout him spreading towards his opponent.

You had your fingers crossed as the scene played out freely in front of you.

The 1-B student was quick enough to turn around, bowing her head down and mumbling a sort of prayer before her vines moved, creating a huge vine wall that shielded her off of Kaminari’s quirk quickly.

Your eyes widened as you snapped your gaze back to your boyfriend who seemed to be still.

Oh crap

A cracking sound could be heard as the stage’s ground split open, revealing green vines right in front of Kaminari, effectively surrounding him and trapping him in a cocoon of some sort but with vines as he was helplessly lifted up into the air.

And you knew he also didn’t have the time to move since the drawback of his quirk held him back.

Crap

“Now that was instant! An instant win!” Present Mic seemed to be having fun commentating while to you it seemed like all the sound drowned out as you could only keep your gaze to your boyfriend, who was currently in mid-air in a cocoon of vines–

“Shiozaki advances to the second round!” One of the teachers, Midnight, announced, pointing towards 1-B’s side of the stage.

Cheers erupted again, you pouted but shook your head, the match being the least of your worries as you were too preoccupied staring at Denki. He was visibly shaking, well that always happens whenever he short circuits, and every time that happens, you worry.

You didn’t realize the iron grip you had on the railings, your knuckles turning white.

“Man..” You mumbled, a bit of sadness bubbling inside you.

“What’s that? Didn’t he say he’d settle this in a second? That’s strange, he was defeated in a second, wasn’t he?”

And now that sadness was quickly replaced with anger, you were fuming. You didn’t even get that angry easily but when someone talks like that, especially to Denki, you were ready to fight.

You snapped your gaze up next to class 1-B, seeing Monoma crept up against the wall with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. And honestly? You wanted nothing more but to burn him on the spot, but you shook your head.

Maybe just a punch will do–

“Class 1A is supposed to be better than–“ He didn’t get to finished his sentence as Kendo struck him on the neck, effectively knocking him out as her face appeared.

“Sorry!”

1A just sat frozen at what just happened but you were still fuming.

After Monoma got knocked out, Denki was carefully set back down, Shiozaki’s vines retreating back to her head.

Denki was placed on a stretcher as his arms retreated back and forth with a thumbs up, you pouted as you saw your boyfriend in his shortcircuit-ed state. You knew he was off to get sent to recovery girl and you were just about to make a beeline for it when Ochaco grabbed your wrist, sitting you down for a moment.

“Calm down Y/N, I’m sure Kaminari-kun would just be fine, he has handled a lot of those, right? You can just visit him later, stay with us!” Ochaco pleaded which you agreed with a heavy sigh.

You sat back down, trying to get as comfortable as you could but you couldn’t get the thought of Denki out of your head.

Although Izuku’s mumbling about the match along with the sound of his pen scraping against his burnt notebook got you and Ochaco snapping your gaze at him with a crazed look.

A few matches passed, with each second filling you up with more worry. As soon as you heard there was a quick break, you bolted upright, excusing yourself from your classmates as you ran throughout the hallways, spotting recovery girl’s clinic.

Please be fine, please be fine, please be fine

You knew he could handle it and that he’ll be back to normal after a while but you just couldn’t help it.

You quickly stepped inside the clinic, alerting a few students that were there to either rest or get their injuries taken care of.

You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ as you rushed to find Denki.

You finally spotted him sat on one of the clinic beds, arms still but he still had his thumbs up.

“Hey, Denki.. baby..” You softly greeted, inching close to him.

“Whiee–“ He wheezed out, it made you giggle a bit as you stood in front of him, hand reaching out to brush a few of his hair, playing with the black streaks as he continued to mumble yay’s and whiee’s.

With a sigh, you shook your head. “You really worry me sometimes, you idiot.”

You sat next to him and waited until his yay-mode died down.

“Mhrmghm.. H-huh? Y/N? Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be watching with them?”

Aand he was back.

You beamed, arms instantly opening to engulf him in a hug, burying your face in his chest. He was quick to return the action, arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your head.

“You had me worried back there.” You said, voice being mumbled because your face was still pressed onto his chest.

He lets out a laugh, hand coming up to brush your back up and down.

“You know how my quirk is, right baby? Look, I’m back now, everything’s fine, alright? Your man is back.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless, face retreating from his chest and facing him.

You looked around for a bit, seeing that the others were busy so you quickly pecked his lips, both of you blushing lightly.

“Why don’t we go back there and watch with them, okay? Then we can head back to the dorms after its over then we can cuddle, sound good?” Denki suggested, to which you nodded happily. Getting off the bed and pulling him right with you.

“Sounds like an awesome plan to me.”

And by that, you walked hand-in-hand back to the bleachers to watch the remaining matches and events.

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