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squishytenya · 3 days
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Hey Do you remeber your Tenya and Aizawa ask, with y/n Crying? What about some of the other casts like Katsuki or Ejiro?
if you dont mind please and thank you
They Make You Cry Headcanons
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I lowkey had to search my own blog for this but I found it! thanks for the request <3
Pairings - Bakugou x gn!reader, Kirishima x gn!reader + Kaminari x gn!reader
Warnings - arguments, cursing, crying
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Katsuki Bakugou
▹part of being in a relationship with Katsuki is dealing with his harsh personality. Even if he does calm down the older he gets, it's still probably not to the same extent of a normal human being.
▹he probably would be completely speechless the moment you started crying after an argument - straight up would not know how to respond to that.
▹his eyes would go wide and he would go to take a step towards you and then bring himself back, holding his arm to himself.
▹"hey... don't do that"
▹for all his faults Katsuki is, deep inside, a good person and he knows this is the kind of shit you lose relationships from and he really really doesn't want to lose you.
▹ but he does know he can be a bit much and he probably takes a while to come down from whatever he's feeling so he just kinda leaves for a few minutes
▹ he comes back with a cup of tea and perches gently on the bed next to you, avoiding eye contact
▹he would do his best to spit out an apology, but it's not something that would come naturally to him. Seeing your face crumple like it did is still replaying in his mind and he knows he has to fix this somehow - so he does his best to explain himself
▹eventually he would just stop rambling and take your hand in his, squeezing it gently.
▹"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you"
▹ he'd just sit by you, hand in his until you were ready to talk to him and talk over what had led to the argument in the first place and he really does take your words to heart about what upset you
▹he'd try to cut down on raising his voice and try to cut out teasing nicknames entirely, unless he knew you were okay with them already
▹a sweet guy really
Eijirou Kirishima
▹I cannot see Kiri upsetting you on purpose, even during an argument he isn't the type to yell or get super angry with you
▹him making you cry is most likely a complete accident on his part, or even him accidentally playing into an insecurity you have without properly thinking about it
▹when your relationship first started out, I think he probably didn't understand you might not be comfortable with the things he's comfortable with, especially during social situations
▹ also probably doesn't understand others might read his kindness as flirting, so when you two are invited to a hero party to socialise and he pretty much ignored you the whole night, he had no idea why you began tearing up on the way home
▹obviously, he's worried about why you're crying and what he did! and how he can fix it is at the forefront of his mind almost immediately after noticing
▹and when you explain it to him, he pretty much crumbles straight away - he is in disbelief that he made you feel that way
▹he falls over himself explaining that he didn't mean to make you feel that way, he was just overwhelmed by the pressure of hero society and got caught up
▹Kiri is very good at admitting when he is wrong, and puts a lot of effort into having healthy communication in his relationships - platonic or otherwise
▹pulls over the car literally just so he can hold both of your hands in his and make eye contact as he explains his actions, specifically so you understand he's being genuine
▹"I'd never do that to you on purpose, you're the most important person to me"
▹after your sniffles have subsided, he pulls you into a hug and promises never to do something like that again - and you bet he keeps his promise!!!
▹takes you to get food too, just as an extra apology and you sit in the car park eating ice cream together - he makes sure you're the center of his attention the entire time <3
Denki Kaminari
▹oh he's so stupid. he's so lovely, but so, so stupid.
▹honestly he probably says something insanely embarrassing in front of your friends and pays no attention to how that might make you feel, especially if you're close to these people
▹doesn't even notice when the room goes completely silent and nobody is talking but him, it takes one of his friends clearing their throat for him to notice your eyes filling with tears
▹in his defense, he does try to explain himself straight away and takes you into another room to have the conversation (at the very least) but it takes a little bit more explaining to him why his actions would upset you
▹doesn't really get it at first but you explaining, and your face as you cry, makes his heart hurt and he tries to rectify his actions as soon as he can
▹the first thing he thinks to do in that moment is bundle you up in his arms and rock the both of you back and forth to calm you down, which works a little more than you'd like to admit
▹runs his hands over your back, up and down, until your breathing evens out - does not give a shit about anyone outside of you two in that moment
▹once you've stopped crying, full on apology - hands and knees!
▹he seems genuinely heartbroken to have embarrassed you and takes full responsibility for what he did
▹ kicks everyone else out of the house and spends the rest of the evening making it up to you and reminding you of how important you are to him and just how sorry he is
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I hope these were good! I haven't written in ages so this'll be the first comeback headcanons, hope you guys enjoyed it <3
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uravichii · 1 day
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"best friends who kiss?"
character/s: bakugo katsuki
genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo
a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D
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the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.
"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"
"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.
you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.
you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."
then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.
you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.
"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"
"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"
you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.
"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"
"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."
he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.
"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"
and he's out of the door.
was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.
at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.
after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.
"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.
there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.
he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.
"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"
you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"
"s-sure."
when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?
he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.
"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.
"t's okay."
"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.
"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"
"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.
"son of a bitch."
the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.
you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.
now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.
he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'
"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.
your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.
you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.
bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.
you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.
you kick him in the shin.
"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"i was going toー"
"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"
"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.
"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"
he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.
"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."
silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.
"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.
you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."
"i'm not confused. i like you."
"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."
"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"
"stop saying that. you don't."
"i do, and you like me tooー"
"what?!" you laugh incredulously.
'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?
you do what is necessary again.
"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.
"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."
you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.
"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"
"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."
you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.
"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"
"we're not going to break it off."
"how do you know that?"
"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"
"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."
"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."
"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."
he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."
"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.
"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."
if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.
"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."
in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.
"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"
he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.
"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."
he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.
"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."
after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.
he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.
when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.
"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."
"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."
"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."
you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.
"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"
he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."
"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."
"fuck off!"
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yndrgrl · 23 hours
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you + katsuki bakugo's relationship dynamic <3
fluff. cute lil drabble. established relationship. ooc! bakugo. any au you want ig haha. gn! reader.
warnings: innuendos but nothing crazy
a/n: another drabble before i drop a long, hardcore mafia boss! dabi x spy! reader smut 👀
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before bakugo found you, his friends pictured him dating someone dainty, soft-spoken, & just all around quiet. however, when you came into the picture, your dynamic just made so much sense.
the two of you clicked & meshed so well together. you were outgoing, kind yet snappy, & you were just glowing whenever you were with katsuki.
your friends were worried when you first got with katsuki, knowing you. you were the type to take no bullshit from anyone, not afraid of conflict, & you were just so headstrong.
what shocked everyone the most is how katsuki change when with you. we all know katsuki; if you look at the guy wrong, he'd punch the look off your face before you could even blink. he was always yelling profanity at someone with a seemingly permanent scowl on his face. the nicknames he gave people were less than savory.
but with you? you could say whatever you wanted, you could act like a princess brat & he would just dote on you. it was your way, or the highway. katsuki would go to the ends of the universe for you-- even if you just wanted a cup of tea. no mean names for you (unless under the shirts), you were his darling, his love. how could he not worship you? you're just so perfect.
he's just so happy to be in your presence, it was as clear as day. he would never say it out loud (unless you batted your pretty eyes at him, of course), but he just relished in your beauty.
loving katsuki is the easiest you've ever gotten the pleasure to experience. people say that he would start fights then never back down. it was quite the opposite, though. he would tease you because you were just so cute all huffy & puffy, but once you started to get actually upset, he would immediately deescalate the situation. profuse apologizes would flow out of his mouth, butterfly kisses up your arm, & if you were truly mad, he would look so hurt.
your fights were rare & far in between. honestly, there wasn't much to fight about because he would avoid them like the plague. you didn't like when he did something? he literally unlearns it on the spot. you didn't like he wasn't doing something? he would immediately jump into action, mentally burning it into his brain.
he didn't want to lose you. you were an angel amongst a dirty sea of sinners, & he was your ever-so-willing worshipper.
he loves that he gets the privilege of seeing your sweet side. you give the world your rough exterior with glimpses into your true self. however, when with him, you can let go of the facade. there was a never ending flow of compliments coming out of his mouth.
"darlin', you're just too sweet for me." "god, i can't believe i'm the lucky one who gets to praise you." "(y/n), you're just so mmm."
life with him got comfortable, never boring. you had your routines. on monday, you'd call at 9 p.m. until midnight. on fridays, you'd get off of work at 6 p.m., & he'd already be outside of your house, waiting to pick you up for a date.
"oh, how i adore you, (y/n)."
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slayfics · 2 days
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Idk if you’re still taking requests but i’m down bad for your writings so pls hear me out: imagine giving katsuki a lap dance but even then somehow he’s still the one who holds control over you 🤧
I’m such a lost cause i’m sorry
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You give Katsuki a lap dance.
Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes
1000 words~
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You puttered around the living room, putting things away and cleaning down the table as Katsuki sat on the couch reviewing some work reports on his laptop. Music played off the speaker in the corner of the living room, your playlist on shuffle.
You listened to a variety of music, so the mood changed in the living room drastically from song to song. Currently, an ambient lo-fi song played, as you walked to the kitchen to throw away the cleaning wipes you just used.
You made your way back to the living room and scanned it for any other tasks that needed to be done. Everything looked in order, but you scanned again for something to do. You wanted more excuses to be close to Katsuki's presence as he worked.
You usually weren't this clingy but lately, he had been extra busy with hero work, giving you both little alone time. Deciding the TV could use dusting you walked to the hall closet to grab the duster.
As you made your way to the TV that was across from the couch Katsuki worked on, the lo-fi song changed and another randomly shuffled song played from your playlist. This song had a much different vibe from the lo-fi song. It was a slow sultry song you often put on to hype yourself up before having sex with Katsuki.
Katsuki knew the song well, as he watched you many times come to life for him when it played. He loved how it would instantly boost your confidence, making you feel like the attractive bombshell you deserved to feel like.
Katsuki's eyes flashed to you, "Change that damn song," he demanded.
You shot him a pouty look, "You don't like it?" you asked.
Katsuki clicked his tongue, "That's not the problem. This song- and you dusting the TV like that... can't fucking focus on my work."
"So don't," you said back at him teasingly.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you. You stalked over to him and gently grabbed at his laptop. To your surprise Katsuki let you take it from him and place it on the table.
"Can I show you what I've been practicing?" You asked, climbing onto his lap. Being that you two had little alone time the past few weeks, you had been working up something special for him. After watching a sensual music video, you decided you wanted to give Katsuki a show, specifically a lap dance.
"Go ahead- you have my undivided attention now," he said, crimson eyes staring up at you as you positioned yourself.
Even though the song was perfect, and you practiced many times alone- you felt yourself freeze up under his intense crimson glare. His eyes eagerly watched you, curious to see what you had in mind. But all confidence ran out of your body as his hands grabbed your waist, his expression as intimidating as ever.
"Well? What were ya gonna do brat?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as you internally yelled at your body to move, but nothing happened, "I was gonna dance for you," you said shyly.
Katsuki's eyes widened, "No shit?" He exclaimed. "Go on I wanna see," he encouraged.
You took a deep breath trying to regain some of your confidence. Noticing this Katsuki encouraged you further, "Come on don't get shy on me now, I want to see what you've been practicing for me," he said playfully slapping your ass. "You look hot as fuck just mounting me so- gonna lose it when you move your hips," he said, hyping you up.
You gave a sheepish smile as you forced yourself to try. You flipped your hair back putting on the confident expression you had practiced many times in the mirror, as your grip on his shoulders tightened and you began to gyrate your hips grinding on him.
Katsuki's eyes hungrily swept over your body as it moved for him. Then you pressed off his lap sinking between his legs, hands now on his thighs as you eyed him seductively making your way all the way down to the floor.
"Oh shit," Katsuki exclaimed taken off guard by your sudden departure. Following the video you'd studied so much, you stood up and turned around, now facing the TV you caught Katsuki's reflection in the dark screen still hungrily eyeing your body. Hands on his knees for support, you swayed your hips from side to side slowly as you sunk again to the floor in between his legs.
Knees on the floor, you removed your hands from his knees and placed them in front of you. On all fours, you slowly leaned forward till your head laid seductively on the floor. Your ass now being on display, you shook it for him.
Katsuki let out a lustful groan at your movements. Feeling all your confidence rush back, you sat up, laying your head back in his lap resting in between his legs, you arched your back and ran your hands seductively down your body eliciting another groan from him.
You moved back up to his lap, still facing away from him you pressed your ass into his lap and started grinding into him, hips swirling. "Fuck," he exclaimed, the feel of you beginning to weaken his resolve.
You stood back up but squeaked out in surprise when Katsuki grabbed your waist and pulled your ass back down. "Nah- do that shit again," He demanded.
You grinded your ass into him once more, a confident smile on your face at his enjoyment.
You flipped your hair again as you turned around, mounting him with a leg on either side of him, you worked your way up his lap. Swiveling your hips into him pressing into the bulge now protruding from his pants. You brought your hands to your chest as you gave your tits a jiggle, your last move before the song ended.
Before you could ask for his opinion Katsuki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Bedroom now," was all he said. Causing your laughter to fill the room.
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Thank you for the request! This was a fun one to write 🤭! I hope I was able to explain the dance well enough!
Shout out to @pastelbakugou and @unofficialmuilover for letting me bug them and give me ideas while I typed this one out 😂!
Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a
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merlucide · 18 hours
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Incorrect quote pt4
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Y/N: I made this friendship bracelet for you
Them: ah y’know- I’m not reaaally a jewelry person.. Y/N: You don’t have to wear it-
Them: No, I’m gonna wear it forever- back off.
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MAKI, gojo, megumi, BAKUGOU, MONOMA, TWICE, KAGEYAMA, TSUKISHIMA, nishnoya, KENMA, ATSUMU, oikawa, TENDOU, HOSHUMI, SAKUSA, RAICHI, SENDOU, barou, RIN
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made March 27th 2024
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prettyboykatsuki · 4 hours
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✮ tags ; fingering, gn + afab!reader, pro-hero katsuki, dirty talk from both parties, semi-public sex (they're in a dressing room), finger-sucking, 18+
✮ wc ; 1.5k
✮ a/n ; it feels like i just got hit over the head with a fucking mallet. i swear im still on hiatus. its seven in the morning. im going to go crazy. the literal spike of adrenaline i got looking at him.
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"No way," He snorts, his voice clipped—cocky against the shell of your ear as his hands sneaks against your waist. "This is what gets you?"
A reflexive part of you doesn't want to give Katsuki the satisfaction of a yes. You know how he is. You'd go as far as saying you like it - almost as much as you like him when he's not acting like the center of the universe. But it's undeniable that part of what draws you to Katsuki is the very thing that causing you strife now.
He's complicated. Underlined all that dripping egoism is a real sense of uncertainty - and that part of him is sexy too. The awkward, lovesick gentle man he can be when he wants.
But. But.
Other times, it's his magnetism. Such raw, enigmatic confidence built on experience. Prowess. No amount of complicated can erase or overshadow just how much Katsuki is a pure fire. You normally get boyfriend Katsuki, and he's catty and affectionate with nothing to prove. Soggy and loveable and approachable.
You forget, often, what he can be like when the cameras flash. What the public likes of him. Which is raw sex appeal and sultry eyes and a wicked little grin, wolfish and wanting.
You're not ashamed to admit seeing that turns you on. And it's only worsened to see him bask in it - getting off on the sudden attention
(Your attention, specifically - considering he had been all but indifferent to the awing of studio, only minutes prior.)
"Yeah, it is," You groan, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. Your body shudders responsively to his touch.
There's something rushed about the whole ordeal. Your back is pressed up against the mirror in his dressing room - legs spread with your pants barely unbuttoned. Katsuki is no better, borrowed pants snug on thick, muscular thighs. He laughs a little breathlessly. No less affected than you if the tent in his pants is any measure.
"Aw, what?" He presses, his lips pulled. All canines as he rests his palm over your waistband and doesn't move an inch. "Seeing me in front of all those cameras turn you on?"
You pull away to stare at him and he's grinning. Unusual playfulness steeped and soaked between layers of lust. Your hand reaches for his length, hand cupped around as you grip. He closes his eyes, swears under his breath.
"You look good," You tell him, and you mean it - much more than you've meant anything in the last twenty minutes. He's taken aback by the candor despite asking for it. "You looked so fucking good."
His eyes go lidded as he presses his mouth to yours. He stops teasing, breaching past your pants into your underwear. Your spine curls at the sudden sensation. Brief and unmoving. You can feel how wet you are, feel the way your arousal burns in your core and makes your whole body tight with want.
"You mean that," He says more than asks. His breathing goes shaky and you can feel him pulse in your hands. "Say it. Tell me you want it."
You laugh a little "Want you, Katsuki. Make me feel good, baby."
He groans, once again loosing all composure. You hold onto Katsuki's shoulder as he takes your words like a challenge—the way he takes most things. Everything about the experience is both too much and not enough. You both know it. The energy in the room electric, it's almost harder not to take it all off and fuck him in the middle of his work-day. He has to be back out there in god knows how soon but you can barely keep your legs together without the friction driving you crazy.
He breathes slow trying to maintain his composure- huffs as his fingers press along the folds of your cunt. "You're so wet, fuck," He drops his chin against your shoulder "Never seen you like this"
"You look good when you're all in front of the camera, my love," You huff, an arm around his middle as you draw him close. Your voice is close next to his ear, speaking soft. "A waste you can't fuck me right now,"
There's something like a low growl in his throat when he finally gives you what you. Katsuki knows your body like the back of his hand - every inch of you memorized. Precise, angular movements. He circles your clit a few times before moving down further. You can feel the tight space get tighter, the heel of his hands pressing against your clit as his fingers push past your entrance.
You bite back a moan so broken it's pitiful and he groans with you. He goes slowly at first, tries to ease you into the sensation of his fingers. His are so much thicker and so much longer, noticeable as you feel him stretch your pussy out. He presses the heel of his hand up a little more to give you everything.
"How the hell am I supposed to go out there?" He grits. "Talking to me like that like I'm not about to go back out there."
"I'll let you fuck me as much as you want as a sorry, I promise."
He scoffs at you, makes a point of it as both of his fingers slide into you. He always starts with his middle - feels around for the sweet spot until you're gripping at him harder. After he finds it, he adds his ring finger. He stiffens when you moan, his own arousal starting to show in his face. Red eyes all clouded with desire so deep it could drown.
A honeyed feeling blooms in your core. Burns hot like sugar as you spread your legs to give him more room to you. Your body is so hot, so molten - you give up on everything else. On thinking, on breathing, on keeping quiet. You slump into the mirror behind you as he sets a motion. His fingers curl towards him over and over, rubbing and pushing and grinding against your pulsing core. Against your g-spot, throbbing insides trembling with each gesture.
Your voice breaks out. A deep, needy moan punched from your lungs. He stares at you before ducking into your space. His teeth scrape against the skin near your jaw, kissing and biting and licking. He pays attention to the sweet spot underneath your ear.
"Look at you," He says, like he's gloating. You think he is. If you weren't so aroused you might be able to pay it some mind. "Gonna cum on my fucking fingers, huh?"
"Fuck, Katsuki. Fuck me, fuck."
"I'll make good on that promise, damn tease." He says with a laugh. Biting and cocky and egotistical. Unbearably sexy at the worst of times. It's effecting you more than you care to admit, but you don't have the capacity to pull away from him. "Makin' me do this to you in the middle of my work day like some kinda freak."
"Like it doesn't turn you on,"
He laughs, deep and low. "That's the problem, dumbass."
"Kat," You shudder, your back arching - eyes fluttering closed as you grip his arm. You can feel the way his muscle flexes under your nail, digging into your arm. You groan and whine, cunt clenching around his fingers. It's dripping, noisy as he draws the mess out of you. "Gonna cum."
"Make a mess. Show it to me."
The sound of his voice, gravel coarse and low - is what ends up pushing you over the edge you're sure. Your orgasm crashes into so quickly and with so much force. You barely keep yourself from screaming. Your boyfriend kisses you to swallow whatever other noises you make - seemingly eager to do it. He puts his tongue into your mouth, stifling any other remaining noise.
Your body is pulses, pussy fluttering as shocks of euphoric flit through your whole body and leave you in complete and utter wreckage. Katsuki fucks you through it like the overachiever he tends to be, his fingers highlighting the soft sticky noises of your orgasm as you finish.
Your whole body shakes as a result of your lust. Not entirely gone but at least somewhat tamped down. You let your eyes flutter open as Katsuki pulls his hand away.
Before he can wipe his fingers down, you grab his wrist and pull them up to your mouth. He looks at you startled at first before he realizes, a look of pure lust settling on his features. Carmine red eyes stare down at you hard as you lick your cum off of his hand with a tired smile.
"Take more pictures for me to get off on and come fuck me before we go, okay?"
"Fucking evil little brat." He hisses, kissing you. He moans when he tastes you on him. "Don't think about anything but me while I'm gone."
You shake your head, trying to make sense of anything. "Don't think I could."
He laughs good-naturedly, kissing you again. "Damn right,"
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heart-of-trafalgar · 2 days
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𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Genre - Smut, in which you're greeted with a startling, but welcomed, surprise in the middle of the night when Dabi lets himself into your apartment.
Word Count - 1.9k
Content - Dabi's lowkey a creep but you're into it, slight stalker vibes but this is Dabi we're talking about so, strangers to lovers, piv, unprotected sex, minimal prep, creampie
Authors Note - Right, so this has been sitting near finished in my drafts for approximately *checks watch* six months. So I figured it was time to let it loose. Hope you enjoy and thank you to @/cafekitsune for the dividers!
Tagged - @tetzoro @oooohno @eussstasss @koenigami @neko-my-cat
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Dabi didn’t know what he was doing here.
Well, he did, but he didn’t know why he was being so reckless. If he played his cards wrong here he could have the city’s top heroes after him in minutes.
But if he played them right…
He sat on the parapet of the adjacent building with a clear view into your apartment, thanks to the fire escape window you had left wide open. Giving him the perfect view of you dancing around your bedroom in nothing but a black silk robe with music blaring from a speaking in the background.
Dabi chuckled in amusement, watching you shake your hips to the beat of whatever song you were listening to. Your eyes were closed as you clutched handfuls of your own hair, the expression on your face was one of need and desire and Dabi had to admit it was becoming contagious.
The reality of the situation was that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Despite only meeting you exactly once before tonight, he had decided that he needed to find out. To find out how sweet your moans would sound as he thrusted into you to the rhythm of the music. How soft and plush your skin would be gripped in between his fingers. How loudly you would scream at him to give you more.
Oh hell, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Jumping and gracefully landing on the fire escape leading to your window, Dabi continued to watch just out of your view, not that you were paying attention anyway. Upon further investigation he saw that your silk robe barely covered your thighs and a pair of black panties were peeking out from underneath.
Biting his lip, Dabi crept forward, his heart beating a mile a minute with anticipation. He stepped inside, being careful not to alert you of his presence, waiting until you had your back turned to him.
In an instant he pounced, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around your torso, clutching a breast in each hand and squeezing tight. He snaked his head around to kiss your neck before whispering in your ear. “What’s going on, baby?”
You let out a gasp upon his touch, and instead of flinching or fighting to get away, you melted into his chest. “It’s you.”
“Yeah,” He chuckled, feeling the satisfaction running through his veins. “It’s me.”
You tried to move so to face him, but Dabi made sure to hold you in place by squeezing your tits once again, automatically getting a lewd moan from your lips.
“Showing off in front of the window tonight sweetheart?” He spoke into your skin. “It’s like you were asking for me to invite myself in.”
“Maybe I was.” You breathed, tilting your neck a little so he had more room for purchase. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
“Awe.” Dabi licked another stripe up your jaw line. “That’s sweet of you, doll. Good thing I was thinking about you too.”
He suddenly spun you around, planting his hands on your ass as he gave you an aggressive kiss on the lips. No objections came as you wrapped you arms around his neck, bringing him in closer and licking into his mouth.
Dabi couldn’t help but moan against you, his cock twitching in his pants. The fact that you had no idea who he was, that he was a perfect stranger to you, unabashedly turned him on, and quite frankly he couldn’t get enough of it. He hoped to abuse it for all it was worth, until time ran out of course.
He gripped the flesh of your ass tighter and walked you back towards the bed. Without hesitation you picked up on the cue and started to push his jacket off his shoulders. His hands left your body to rip his shirt over his head, revealing his stitched, marbled chest. You didn’t gasp or stare like he thought you would, instead you began to run your finger over the flesh delicately.
Dabi’s heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. The blind acceptance, the lack of inquiry or questions or fear, it was driving him mad with hunger. He needed to have you, to devour you, to make you his.
As you neared the bed he snaked his hands underneath the silk of your robe, feeling the lace of your panties running over his fingers and digging into the fabric.
“Yenno, anybody could have showed up.” He mumbled inches away from your lips. “Were you expecting someone else? Dancing around like this?”
“No.” You cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, desperation in your voice. “I’ve been waiting for you since that night.”
He hummed before grabbing your wrists and letting you fall back onto the bed. “Not gonna lie… Didn’t think you’d be into this sort of thing, sweetheart.”
“Yet here you are.” You kept your eyes on him as you untied the knot of your robe to reveal no matching bra to the panties you were wearing. “Because deep down you did know.”
“I at least wanted to find out.” Dabi smirked, drinking your body in, and undid the belt to his jeans. “Can’t say I’m disappointed.”
You bit your lip as he pulled down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard cock springing free and standing to attention. Dabi leaned down to kiss you, crawling onto the bed in between your legs. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other brushed down your chest to breeze over a nipple.
You let out a moan against his lips, rubbing your thigh along his hip to encourage him forward. He caught on quick and reached down to run a thumb over his tip, smearing the precum onto his cock head and running a finger up your clothed slit, earning himself a whine.
“Find out if you wanted me to come through your window at night,” Dabi panted, speaking right against your lips as he pulled down your panties. “If you wanted me to fuck you silly without having to know my name?”
“But I do want to know your name.” You breathed out.
“Well maybe if I’m feeling nice afterwards I’ll share it with you.” He kissed you again as he lined himself up with your already slick entrance. “So fucking wet for me already.”
You clung to him tightly as he slowly sunk into you, sealing your eyes shut and moaning loudly against his lips. Once he was buried deep inside your cunt he began to move, groaning back to you. “Fuck.”
“Oh my god!” You cried, dragging your fingers through his hair before clutching on tight. “Oh fuck...”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He panted in your ear as he began to pick up the pace. “So fucking tight for me.”
It wasn’t as much prep as you probably needed, but Dabi couldn’t stop his hips from moving vigorously to the music that was still playing in the background of your room. The beat was high tempo and fast, yet still held the perfect momentum to thrust into you.
His breath was hot against your skin as he groaned in your ear. He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t let you see how good your pussy felt wrapped around his cock, so he kept his face buried deep in the crook of your neck as he kept up the pace.
“Aah! F-Fuck! Please…” You moaned, unable to complete your sentence without squeezing tighter against him. “Please let me scream your name.”
 Dabi faltered for a single moment before he grunted out. “’s Touya.”
“Touya!” You cried, pressing your forehead against his temple. “Oh my god, Touya you feel so fucking good!”
The use of his name sent a chill down his spine, how you said it with all the pleasure you possessed, it was doing something to him. Trying to push it aside, he hooked his arm under your leg and found purchase on the fat of your thigh, using the ever so slight shift to fuck into you harder.
“Aah, Touya.” Your chest began to heave faster against his own as you sang his name like a prayer. It was heavenly to hear from your lips. “Touya, I’m close!”
Dabi grunted as he put his all into his thrusts. He could feel his own climax approaching and released your wrists to push himself up so he was looking at you. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, beneath him with all the lust filled desires you possessed on full display. Your eyes were gorgeous, they were also telling, very telling of how feverish you were for him, how much you needed him.
Despite himself, despite everything he knew that he was, he still wanted you to see where his intentioned lied, that he wanted you too. You had kept a grip on him ever since that first encounter, he wasn’t entirely sure how, or better yet why but every nerve ending in his body wanted nothing more than to claim you for himself.
“Cum for me, baby.” He pressed his forehead against your own without breaking eye contact. “Cum around my cock.”
Your back arched off the mattress as you came with a force, letting out a wanton moan that Dabi had to cut off with a kiss. He came a moment behind you, groaning back against your lips as his movements became uneven and slow. He gripped your thigh tightly and he ground his hips into you before finally stopping.
The two of you laid there panting for breath as Dabi let most of his weight fall onto you. Nothing was said for a long time, instead you just gently stroked the nape of his neck while he laid with his arms slightly tucked behind you for a makeshift embrace.
Eventually he stood up. Taking his time to gather his clothes, he slowly got dressed in front of you, feeling your eyes on him the entire time, knowing that you didn’t want him to disappear yet again.
But he had to. He didn’t have enough decorum for the vulnerability that came next.
As he pulled on his jacket Dabi felt your arms wrap around his torso. You were still naked, pressing your forehead to his back before hesitating to ask him. “Will I ever see you again?”
He thought about it for a second without turning around. “We’ll see.”
You hummed, but he could hear the disappointment without seeing your face. “Touya… isn’t your real name is it?”
Dabi closed his eyes and remained still for a moment longer before answering you.
“Nah.” He walked out of your grasp and headed for the window. “Not anymore.”
Without looking back he jumped over the fire escape railing, landing on a dumpster just a few stories down before heading off down the alley and into the street. He didn’t know if this would realistically work, if he was even capable of letting someone in to see all the scars of his soul, but he decided then and there that he was willing to try.
He had a feeling you were too.
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thehusbandoden · 12 hours
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MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)
A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.
General info:
Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24
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Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)
“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”  
You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.  
You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.
“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.  
You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”  
You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.  
Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.  
Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.  
(Bakugo's masterlist)
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Shoto (303 words)
(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)
The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.  
You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.  
“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.  
“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.  
“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”  
You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.  
Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.  
“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.  
“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.  
“You’ll get sick.” You pout.  
“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.  
(Sho's masterlist)
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Hawks (149 words)
“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.  
“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.  
“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.  
“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.  
You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.  
“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose. 
“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.  
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dirtycommunistbaddie · 20 hours
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i've been thinking about a farmer!katsuki x reader type thing where reader moves from the city to the countryside to stay with their nana in her declining health and learns her nana's neighbor has been helping their nana out with small things out of the kindness of his heart while they were away. romance ensues.
i've been thinking about it sm, i wrote a small snippet of something that could turn into something bigger, but idk if i can make it a whole story yk? let me know what y'all think....
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“when i was younger, i wanted to be a superhero when i grew up.”
he says it like a confession, one he’s embarrassed to admit, especially to the likes of you, not yet friends but too intimately close to be acquaintances. his eye line doesn’t quite meet yours and he’s playing around with his salad, like he’s said something wrong or obtuse.
it’s cute; katsuki letting his guard down enough to let his vulnerability show. you’ve come to learn lots about him over the past few months through mere observation; how he would ask your nana for extra chili oil in his dinner because he liked his food super spicy; the way his nose would scrunch up when he was deep in thought over things he had no business worrying that much over. his person transformed before your very eyes just as the climate did. before, where you had to pry at him to get him to tell you surface-level things about himself, now, without even noticing, he lets out little gifts of his character, granting you access little by little, tearing down his walls brick by brick, and you couldn’t be more grateful to receive them.
“stop laughin’ at me.”
katsukis words crash your train of thought, bringing you back to the present. you realize you’ve been smiling to yourself while thinking of how much he’s grown; how much the two of you had grown closer together.
“im not!”
“you are. yer smilin.”
that gets you to laugh.
“now katsuki, when did smiling and laughing  come to mean the same thing?”
he shrugs, playing around with his food some more, moving a crouton here, and sprinkling some parmesan cheese there.
“i’m smiling because what you said was cute.”
that’s enough to get him to look right at you like you had said something to offend him, though he holds no look of malice in his eyes, only intrigue.
“you’re definitely pretty enough to be a superhero and you’re jacked, so that checks out too.”
katsuki’s cheeks quickly turn from a soft shade of pink to a deep red reminiscent of his own eyes. when he doesn’t say anything and stuffs his mouth full of caesar salad and garlic bread in place of a response, you decide you’ve spent enough time poking fun at the ash blond.
“with everything you’ve done for my nana and me, i’d say you fit the definition of a hero quite well, don’t you think?”
he finishes chewing and shakes his head, roughly wiping away the crumbs from the garlic bread and dressing from his salad with his napkin, his ears growing to match the shade of red the rest of his face had warmed up to.
“’s nothin.”
“well you are my hero katsuki,” you say with gust, maybe a little louder than you should in the evening quiet of the diner, wanting him to accept your confession as a self-evident truth, a confirmation of his childhood dream he’s worthy of carrying, “i don’t know how i could ever repay you for what you’ve done for us.”
“there’s nothin’ to repay,” he says with finality, stuffing his face with more salad and bread with a scrunched-up nose, gesturing to your untouched dinner.
“yer foods gettin’ cold.”
“oh, sorry mr.superhero.”
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bakubunny · 3 days
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*insert sound effect of bell ringing as i skip into bunny’s bakery*
HAPPY 2.5k HUN! well deserved! :3
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I’d like to order two slices of pie. pretty please.
1. bnha, izuku, lemon meringue
2. jjk, megumi, blueberry
i have no specifications, surprise me. i’ll eat anything you serve <333
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hi starr!! okay so, in truth, i put yours off a bit because between us and our moots, a lot of izu has been written. i wanted to discuss something i hadn’t before, and it took me a while to get an idea i liked. megumi on the other hand… i feel as though i don’t know him well, but i’ll give it a shot. i hope you enjoy and that you feel better soon, love! thanks so much. i’m glad you’re here. <3
tw: dark content (megumi), yandere behavior
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name: midoriya izuku
order: lemon meringue pie
lemon meringue: the first time pro bf!izuku overheard you getting off, his knees almost buckled. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, your pretty mewls behind closed doors made his cheeks hot and his heart swell. he had to stop himself from busting in the room immediately; he didn’t want to freak you out or make you think he’d overheard you intentionally. but hearing the sweet, breathless coos of his name when he wasn’t even in the room made him tremble. he was confident he’d fallen in love with you all over again. whether or not he decides to knock gently and give you what you’re craving or listen quietly, i’ll let you decide.
name: fushiguro megumi
order: blueberry pie
blueberry: yandere!megumi is a silently obsessive type. dreams about keeping you all to himself, locked up in his basement, but he knows better than to try that. he knows more about you than he should, and somehow obtained a lock of your hair that he has stored neatly for safe keeping. you knew each other in high school when his obsession started. it’s lasted several years past graduation, and even though you work independently from each other for the most part, he keeps up on every detail of your life. he has to act as though everything you’re telling him is new information when you have coffee and catch up or work together on something.
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bunny’s bakery (closed)
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dabislittlemouse · 2 days
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Why do I think yandere!Dabi would use candle wax to "punish" a darling? Just one day, Dabi seems mad for no reason, blindfolds his darling, makes all kinds of threats, then when they finally feel something? Sike! It's just hot (barely painful) wax. He just felt like messing with his darling because they're "cute when they're scared."
A yandere Dabi who feeds off your fear and adrenaline, always keeping you on your toes, always unpredictable, his moods changing and making you think more than twice before speaking in case you got him mad, and always so creative with new ways to punish you and claim you all over again. Loving the way your body reacts as the hot crimson colored wax rolls down your tender skin, the sounds that escape out of your mouth get him rock hard, the sight of your naked body with the dried wax printed on it making you look like a real piece of art, you’re his muse and he is the artist.
Piece by piece, Dabi can build you up and break you down and recreate you again, just as he sees fit, you’ve never looked prettier when you’re so broken and vulnerable beneath him♡
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reverie-starlight · 2 days
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jk I watched one of my favourite keigo edits on insta and I got inspired. happy birthday 2 me 🫶🏻 (the main fic I was working on is still coming, but idk when exactly 🥹)
fem!reader, no physical descriptions. pure birthday fluff with tiny little minuscule amounts of angst sprinkled in bc. well. it’s a birthday. I’m sick for my 20th, so reader is too 😔
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you wake up to the sound of squeaky bedroom door hinges and a quiet but still enthusiastic rendition of happy birthday.
barely awake but just alert enough to realize what’s going on, you smile and turn over on your side to face keigo. he walks in slowly with a large bag around his wrist and a cupcake with slightly squished frosting in his palms.
he sits on his designated side of the bed (the one closer to the door since he insists on being your hero at all hours of the day) and waits for you to sit up against the headboard before sticking a candle into the dessert and lighting it for you.
“make a wish, baby,” he says. with how dark the room still is in the early morning, his face is lit up from the soft glow of the flame. warmth settles in your stomach as you watch the flickering reflection in his eyes and you can only think of one thing worth wishing for.
please let this last forever. don’t let me mess it up.
you blow out the candle and he cheers, moving to sit right next to you against the headboard. you lean your head on his shoulder and he happily feeds you pieces of cupcake, feathers working overtime trying to catch all of the crumbs before they reach the bed.
when you finish chewing a piece, he says, “how are you feeling?”
you shrug. “okay today, I think. better than yesterday, for sure- I feel like I can breathe again.”
you don’t miss how he winces at your voice, definitely less congested than the last few days, but sounding even more rough from lack of use overnight. you try to clear your throat, but it turns into a coughing fit. “drink some water, angel, don’t strain yourself.”
the stream of water soothes the itch and you sigh in relief. keigo, not phased one bit by your sickness, kisses your cheek, your nose, and then your lips. “I’m sorry you’re sick on your birthday, sweet girl.”
you shrug and try to play off how his nicknames are affecting you so early in the morning. “it’s okay, keigo, it could be a lot worse. a cold on my birthday isn’t the end of the world.”
his eyes soften. “yeah, but I know you were feeling more hopeful about things this year… it’s not often you get like that about your birthday, so I just wish the universe was on the same wavelength as us about that.”
you look down at your lap and pick at a loose string on the comforter. he must see your lips wobbling, because he slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.
it’s quiet for a second, but soon enough you’re sniffling in his arms and he knows it’s not your cold acting up.
“it’s okay, sweetheart, let it out.”
he understands birthdays are hard for you. he’s never pried into it, but he has his suspicions.
he could push, but he knows that your issues with your own birthday are far too deep-rooted to unpack in one morning before work. he’ll save it for a later date. right now all he wants is to see you smile again, so he’ll have to distract you from your thoughts.
“baby, you deserve the whole world. you know that, right?”
you shake your head. “I don’t, though. I don’t do anything deserving of what I’ve gotten so far… I don’t work hard enough, I don’t always make the best decisions for myself, I guess I’m a good person, but I could do so much better… I’m just so average. I barely even deserve-“
you end your rant with a half-hearted gesture in no particular direction, but he gets the idea and he frowns in concern.
“me? you don’t think you deserve…me?”
guilt keeps you from meeting his gaze again and he sighs.
his angel, his baby, the love of his life. the one. he just wants to take it all away.
you take things to heart too easily sometimes, so this moment might just be things you’ve let bubble up more recently… but his instinct and familiarity both tell him that these aren’t new feelings.
“sweet girl, I think it’s the other way around. I don’t think I’m very deserving of someone as incredible as you.”
you blink and finally meet his eyes again. “but…”
he doesn’t let you continue. “I would give you anything you asked for just for existing, baby. you don’t have to do a damn thing for my love.”
reaching over to grab the bag he had around his wrist earlier, he presents it to you with a wide grin and an excited glint in his eyes. “but I’ll start with this.”
you take the bag and pull out what looks like a scrapbook. the cover is decorated with foam stickers that spell out both of your names and badly cut paper hearts that look to be taken from sparkly card-stock. the book itself is made from faux-leather in your favourite colour.
your eyes travel up from the photo album to keigo, curiously. he’s happy to see a small smile forming on your face and he wipes away the last of your tears with a feather. “keigo, did you-“
he chuckles a little nervously. “I know it’s not the best work you’ve ever seen, but I wanted to make something by hand for you. I, um, I’ve never really done arts and crafts before.”
he recognizes the sound that comes out of your mouth to be the same one you make when you see a stray animal. he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not, but the smile on your face as you examine each page (twenty pages total, all hand decorated with printed pictures of you both documenting significant moments over the course of your relationship) makes him think the latter.
“I have other gifts for you, of course, but I know you’ve been talking about having a physical photo album instead of a digital one for a while now, so I thought I’d try it. If you don’t like it, that’s totally okay we can-“
you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “keigo, shut up, this is the sweetest gift I’ve ever received. there are songs associated with every picture. you’re literally so cute, where did you even get the idea for that?”
he laughs against your lips when you say that and shakes his head. “you’re joking, right? you always have a song for every occasion, how could I pass up on the opportunity?”
you press your lips against his again and he melts into it, relived that you like his first (of many) gift.
he watches you flip through it a couple more times with a smile before taking it and placing it on the nightstand. “alright, birthday girl, you can go back to sleep if you’d like.”
“you’re going to work?” you try to keep the disappointment out of your voice, but he hears it anyway and he’s so happy he planned for this.
“nope! I’m all yours today. I booked it off months ago, I just want you to rest up a bit more. you’re still sick, remember?”
he snickers when your hopeful smile drops at the mention of your cold. “ugh don’t remind me. but if I’m going back to sleep, you’re coming with me. you don’t have an excuse anymore and it’s my birthday, so I have some sway.”
“you always have sway, baby,” he says while getting under the covers with you.
“yeah, but I’m extra convincing today,” you argue, and he knows if he doesn’t curb the conversation right now, you’ll never fall back asleep.
“alright, alright, come here. just rest,” he tugs you down to lay on his chest and reaches under your shirt to caress your back.
“hey keigo?” you ask after a minute, voice once again riddled with sleep.
“mhm?”
“when you eventually get sick and I have to take care of you, can we add to the scrapbook some more?”
it’s a given that you would continue it together, but he doesn’t say that because he knows you’re too tired for the realization to hit you yet. so instead he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “of course, angel. that sounds great.”
you’re lulled to sleep a few minutes later to the sound of his voice whispering the sweetest of sweet nothings.
“happy birthday, baby.”
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okay this is unedited bc it’s not even 7 am while I’m typing this and I don’t have time later to change anything, so I’M SORRY 😭
the other bday fic is coming I swear 🥹
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Dating Izuku Midoriya/Deku Would Include...
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When you first met Izuku, he was very shy and quiet.
First of all, he thought that you were really cute, and secondly, he just liked you a lot from the beginning.
You and Izuku get along so well from the start!
Your personalities click perfectly together.
Conversations easily flow and you have lots of fun.
You also understand each other really well.
His friends are your friends - Welcome to the Dekusquad!
Honestly he asked you out by accident.
When it happened, the 2 of you were studying at one of the tables in the common room. (You were meant to study with Iida, but something came up so he offered to have Midoriya take his place)
Halfway into your study session, he feels your eyes on him so he slowly looks up.
“You didn’t want to study today did you? Or… with me? If you have something else you need to be doing I completely understand.” You said about to get up from your seat.
“NO!” he jumped up and literally yelled. “I-I mean… No.”
“To…. what?”
“I-I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t want to study with you. I-I didn’t. But! It’s not because of you or a-anything… Well actually it is. Wait! No. It’s not because of you, it’s because it is you. I mean there’s nothing wrong with you, that’s not what I’m saying. I ju-” he rambles.
“Izuku. What in the world are you saying?”
“I just feel like Iida totally set me up because he knows I like you an-”
OH SHIt!!!
After that and some more explaining he somehow manages asking you out before you both head back to your respective dorms.
Playful and friendly flirting - Which you both enjoy even if it flusters you a little.
Loving and adorable nicknames.
You usually call him Izu (which he adores and makes him blush).
He always calls you (N/N)
Hugs! So many hugs!
Mostly tight hugs or tackle hugs
Lots and lots of cuddling whenever you’re sitting together
Watching a movie, studying or doing anything, it’s cuddle time or even when he’s focused, thinking strategies for incoming tests, you just snuggle closer and he’ll immediately wrap an arm around you.
Holding hands
Tiny kisses everywhere
Just tons of displays of affection
It’ll most likely happen in private because the 2 of you are too shy to do that kind of thing in public.
In public, the most you will do is a quick kiss on the cheek or maybe a quick sneaky peck on the lips
Helping each other to control your powers and training together
Fangirling about stuff together
You love hearing him talk about All Might or something he loves and so does he, listening to you ramble about what you’re passionate about.
So, if you’re a fan of All Might like he is- Expect him to geek out to/with you. (Which to me is SO adorable no matter what!!!)
You’re always there for each other
No matter what you need, you help the other.
Whether it’s a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk or help with homework.
He gives you courage and confidence, he believes in you unconditionally and you comfort him when he’s insecure and give him advice.
You also scorn him when he’s being reckless instead of brave.
You are constantly worried about his well being when it comes to his reckless behavior.
You two hardly ever argue, it’s very rare
Your arguments are more likely to be like a normal conversation in which you calmly discuss your different opinions.
People always say how cute you two look together
Your friends tease you about it a lot!
And everyone can tell how much you love the other too
This poor boy isn’t used to all this new-found attention; when it comes to relationships he has absolutely no idea what to do
This whole concept of having a girlfriend is foreign to him since he has no experience with this sort of thing whatsoever.
When you first kissed him, he almost had a heart attack, but at the same time he melted into it and kissed you back
He honestly loves you so much it hurts
He is such a gentleman.
He helps you with anything you need, he’ll literally travel all the way from his house to yours just to help you reach something in your closet
When you cuddle Izuku loves to be both spooned and be the spooner.
He loves to protect you by wrapping his arms around you, but at the same time loves to be in your arms.
Making out can be difficult as Izuku tends to be very nervous and blushy, but if his s/o pushes the right buttons he can be assertive
After a long day of training or long fights with villains he loves to call you into his room and just cuddle, it’s makes him feel so much better
He trains and studies with you a lot you so he can be sure you’re on it and prepared for anything and everything
The two of you always/usually hang out in your room
He swears it’s because his room isn’t clean and it’s kind of embarrassing.
In reality he loves the smell of you and the comfort of your own room - But yes, maybe his room is a little messy at the moment.
Any physical contact with you and he is a blushing mess
Even if he is the one who initiated it
Not the biggest fan of PDA, but assures you it’s not because of you.
He just hasn’t experienced anything like that before so it’s very unfamiliar to him
Izuku has a lot pictures of you
Some of them for his eyes only. But he is always snapping pictures of you, some discretely and some he actually tells you ahead of time
“O-oh, wait, wait! (Y/N) stay like that, let me get my phone!”
”Oh, darn it! I’m sorry (Y/N) I didn’t know my flash was on. You weren’t supposed to look…”
This shy boy just loves holding your hand. He’ll slip his hand into yours whenever you’re next to him.
Sweet kisses
Short and chaste kisses
Cheek kisses
Neck kisses
Forehead kisses
Shy kisses
Slow make-out sessions
Long, tight hugs
You always defending Izuku from Bakugo when he wants to start something.
Izuku is definitely the type of boyfriend who would send you “Good morning” and “Good night” texts.
He’s also the type of boyfriend that would tell you to get some sleep if you’re staying up too late, and who would act like an alarm clock, calling you when you need to get up for school.
This boy would take you to meet his mom and be embarrassed the whole time.
“Oh, you must be (Y/N)! Izuku talks about you all the time! You’ve made my little boy so happy, you know?” Inko said to you as she let the both of you in, causing Izuku’s cheeks to burn red as she said that as she ushers you to take a seat on the couch as Izuku went to place his things in his room.
Not even 5 minutes later when Izuku exited his All Might themed room, closing the door behind him, his eyes widened in horror as he saw his mom show you baby pictures of him.
“Mom!” Izuku exclaimed as he ran over to the couch only to see the 2 of you looking at a picture of him in an All Might onesie.
“Awww, don’t be embarrassed Izu, you look so cute!” You squeal at how cute your boyfriend was when he was little.
Izuku’s face turned a bright red as he heard you call him cute, making him slouch down on the couch next to you. “Now, here’s a picture of Izuku acting like All Might an-”
“MOM!”
His mom loves you!
He just might be one of the sweetest boyfriends alive.
He always takes care of you when you need him too.
This means, that Izuku is definitely the type of person who would go out and get the things you need for when you’re too sick/tired or just don’t feel like socializing or going anywhere in general
He is always the first one to stick up for you when someone insults you *cough* Monoma *cough*
“Hey! Don’t say something like that to them! That’s my boyfriend/girlfriend and I happen to think they’re really cool!”
He absolutely has pages and pages dedicated to you in his notebook.
He analyzes your quirk to its very core, and he can’t help but admire you whenever you use it; even if it means nearly getting crushed by a train mid-battle.
It’s been known that Deku is very sweet, but the moment he sees you crying, it’s actually over for everyone.
It’s like a switch was flipped, and he turns into an entirely different person.
All in all, Izuku is a great boyfriend, he respects your boundaries and is extremely kind.
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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter twenty-three: The School Festival.
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Finally, after all that practice the day of the school festival finally arrived. Everyone was running around getting ready for the performance.
"Here you go," Mina said handing you the costume for the performance.
"What is this?!" You asked, looking at the costume horrified.
"It's the outfit we all are wearing for the performance! What's wrong?" She asked.
"These are so cheesy and over the top! I'm not wearing this!" You complained.
"Oh, suck it up! You can change after the performance if you want! Besides- they are orange, isn't that Bakugo's favorite color," Mina said giving you a playful wink and nudge.
"Cut it out!" You yelled as a blush ignited on your face.
"Fine- but hurry up it's almost time!" She urged you as she ran around handing the costumes to the rest of everyone.
Regrettably, you changed into the costume and took a look in the mirror. It looked ridiculous and you hated the thought of walking out on stage in it. You pulled out your phone to check the time- only 10 more minutes before show time- butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You wondered if Katsuki was feeling nervous as well.
You unlocked your phone to send him a quick message.
These costumes are hideous. Can't believe they are making me wear this thing. Ha, you got a uniform too? Yup, bright orange and blinding. Are you feeling nervous? Of course not. You better not be either. We're gonna murder these dumbasses. See you out there. You smiled and placed your phone back in your pocket.
"Alright everyone ready!" Mina called and gathered up the rest of the girls to make their way to the stage.
Your nerves caused everything to be a bit of a blur. Before you knew it Katsuki had let out an explosion that started the performance and you let yourself go on autopilot remembering all the dance moves.
After a while you tried to steal a glance at Katsuki during the performance causing you to slip up on one of the moves.
Mina gave you a pointed glare indicating for you to focus up. You followed through, stopped trying to steal glances, and stayed focused for the rest of the performance. At the conclusion, everyone cheered and seemed overwhelmed by the performance. However, you were just excited that it was over with.
Afterward, you were all helping to clean up the mess from the special effects of the show.
"You did really great up there, Bakugo," you spoke walking up and handing him some ice to explode.
"Tch- thanks... you weren't so bad yourself," he mumbled, causing a blush to form on your face.
"Hey, you two!" Eijiro said excitedly. "I heard there are some obstacle courses and races at the festival! Want to check them out?"
'"Ha! You already know you're not going to be able to beat me shitty hair!" Katsuki said grinning at Eijiro.
"Oh, I'm gonna do my best! Come on, let's go then! We're pretty much all finished up here," Eijiro said waving his arm for you both to follow him.
You joined the two boys and couldn't help but laugh at their competitiveness. The two of them competed on every obstacle course and race there was at the festival. Even the silly carnival games.
"Here-," Katsuki grumbled, shoving a teddy bear into your arms. He beat Eijiro at another carnival game and was rewarded with a plush toy as a prize. "I don't need that," he said before turning away to join Eijiro at another game.
Even though he turned away just as quickly as he shoved the toy into your hands, you didn't miss the pink tint that painted Katsuki's cheeks as he did.
As you three made your way through the festival you came across the haunted house that the general studies class had put together.
"Hey let's go!" You said excitedly, pointing to the haunted house.
"Tch- no way!" Katsuki barked.
"Aw come on it'll be fun!" Eijiro pleaded.
"I said no!" Katsuki yelled.
"What are you scared or something, man?" Eijiro teased his friend.
"HAH? Of course not! I just don't want to risk popping my quirk off by accident dumb ass," Katsuki explained.
You suddenly had a scene play out in your head of Katsuki getting jumped scared and instinctively using his quirk and exploding the whole haunted house. You squeezed the stuffed bear in your arms while you thought of an idea to help Katsuki.
"Here," you spoke and reached out your hand to grab Katsuki's.
Katsuki's eyes widened as he watched you interlace your fingers in his, "What the hell are you doing?!" he said angrily, as a full blush spread on his face. Despite his complaint, he didn't pull his hand away.
"Well, this way you'll have to pull your hand away from mine before using your quirk, and by that time, you'll be able to remind yourself it's not a real threat," You explained.
"Oh, great idea! Come one Bakugo let's go please!" Eijiro begged.
Katsuki's face scrunched up as he looked at your hand holding his, despite his best efforts to look annoyed the blush on his face told a different story. "Fine whatever- if you two want to go that bad let's just get it over with."
You three entered the maze, and to everyone's relief, Katsuki was not agitated into exploding the whole maze. However, while walking through Shinso popped out from the top of the ceiling giving you both a good startle.
You and Eijiro screamed and immediately began to laugh. Katsuki's grip tightened on your hand, and as he was startled, mini explosions came off his fingers before he relaxed again.
"Sorry...," He muttered to you and tried to pull his hand away.
You laughed off his apology and gripped his hand tighter refusing to let him escape your grasp, "It didn't even hurt don't worry about it Bakugo."
"Come on guys I see the end!" Eijiro called excitedly, back to you both.
You both hurried and made your way out of the maze. Eijiro glanced at you two still holding hands, provoking Katsuki to pull his hand away and enticing another blush on both your faces.
"Let me see," Katsuki demanded looking at your hand.
"I said it's fine don't worry about it," you said hiding your hand from him.
"Uh oh- did you accidentally let off an explosion?" Eijiro asked.
"Tch- I told you both it was a dumb Idea! Now don't be so stubborn," Katsuki said agitated, and made a grab for your hand. He carefully inspected your hand in his, and Eijiro made his way over to take a peek.
"I don't see anything," Eijiro said after a moment of gazing at your palm.
"Told you- I barely even felt it Bakugo, stop worrying," you said gently pulling your hand away.
"Fine- are you idiots about done with this dumb festival? The sun's going down now," Katsuki noted.
Eijiro let out a yawn, "Yeah I think that was everything I wanted to do."
You nodded in agreement, "Yeah I'm ready to head back to the dorms."
You three made the walk back to the dorms as the sun began to set. You gripped the teddy bear in your arms the whole walk back playing with the soft ears and arms.
"Awe you gave it to them Bakugo?! That's so sweet," Eijiro said observing you playing with the bear.
"Shut up shitty hair!" Katsuki grumbled stuffing his hands deep into his pockets.
Eijiro laughed at his friend's grumpiness. "Alright alright, sorry~."
You three walked into the common room and Eijiro stopped a moment. "Well, I'm uh- gonna go upstairs then. See you both later," he said awkwardly and tried to make an exit.
"Hu? What the hell are you doing we are going the same way dumb ass," Katsuki said, confused by his friend trying to leave you both behind.
"Oh uh- yeah I know I just thought..." Eijiro said awkwardly playing with his fingers and looking away from you both.
"Thought what? Spit it out Kirishima!?" Katsuki urged.
"I uh- just thought that you two would um- want to say good night without me here," Eijiro answered.
Katsuki's eyes widened and his lips pressed together in surprise at his friend's words.
Eijiro's words had left you frozen as well. Had he noticed something going on between you and Katsuki? Did that mean that Katsuki felt the same way about you that you did about him? Being lost in thought and overwhelmed by this information prevented you from saying anything, and it was too late when you noticed Katsuki anxiously searching your expression for an answer.
He wanted you to speak up and say what he couldn't. No matter how accurate Eijiro's assumptions had been- Katsuki couldn't bring himself to admit it. So, he waited for you to do what he couldn't- until the silence became too much for him.
"Tch- don't be dumb shitty hair," Katsuki said, finally turning away from you "Good night," Katsuki called to you as he walked away. Although it was just two short words- they felt as though they were laced with venom and a deep sadness.
Eijiro looked at you with his puppy eyes expression before he took off following his friend, leaving you alone squeezing the teddy bear in your arms.
"Hey man wait up!" Eijiro called as he caught up to Katsuki.
"The fuck was that all about Kirishima? Why did you have to make that shit so weird!" Katsuki barked at his friend. The hum of the elevator buzzed louder as it made its way up to the boys' rooms.
"I was just trying to be polite! I thought-," Eijiro began to say.
"Well, you thought wrong!" Katsuki said angrily, his hands were tight fists in his pockets.
"Oh, come on, can you blame me? You gave them a cute teddy bear- and held their hand in the maze-"
"SHUT UP!" Katsuki yelled and stormed out of the elevator as it opened to their floor.
"Hey man, why are you so mad about this?" Eijiro asked following his friend.
"Because- it's not like that, you're making something out of nothing," Katsuki said swinging his door open.
"I don't think so man- they were so happy when you gave them that bear," Eijiro argued.
"Tch- then why- never mind good night," Katsuki said and attempted to close his door, but Eijiro stuck his hand out holding it open.
"Why what Bakugo?" Eijiro urged.
"Forget it!" Katsuki yelled.
"Come on man tell me!"
"Ugh- isn't it obvious! They didn't say anything just now because they didn't want you to leave me alone with them. I'm not an idiot." Katsuki exclaimed.
"No man- they were just nervous. Why don't you go back down and talk to them?" Eijiro suggested.
"HAH! Not gonna happen," Katsuki laughed and successfully slammed his door this time.
Eijiro let out a sigh and made his way to his own room.
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An Empty Vessel pt.3 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)
A/N: As promised, I have come with Part 3. I can’t lie, I did not expect to have so many parts to this series (me personally, I thought it would be a oneshot), but guys, seeing all the love y’alls are giving to this series is just AHHH. It fills my heart with joy <3. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because this series as a whole is just dark. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), small mention of mass murder and a reunion with abusive lover. CW: swearing. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag @porusuniverse @iluvoaldmen @genshinsimpforlif @shadowmoonlight0604 @simpsimpson2023 @crybab7 @kaeyastittysucker @jennieyeager @an-ever-angry-bi @gyarukitti Masterlist Word Count: 2207. Summary: Saira Uchiyama. His past had caught up to him in the form of a family– Touya Todoroki had no family but Dabi could not deny the existence of his. The existence of a family that had driven him to search for a name he had never even heard of. Dabi's fragile world unravelled; every single thread forced him to confront the consequences of his actions. Was it even her? The one he had beat and shut out of his life? Dabi’s mind hurt, because it finally intertwined with the realisation of the irreparable damage he had caused.
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Dabi has had his overcoat for a long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him, and only him. 
He never had to share it. 
The material was light; he could move quickly without the weight dragging him down. 
The material was heat-resistant, so he didn’t have to worry about incinerating his clothes during a fight. 
His clothes allowed him to let go. Dabi could explore the forbidden fruits of his full potential because the material allowed heat to escape– because of the fabric’s ‘enhanced breathability’ or something. He never paid attention. But it worked, so he always had it on. 
Dabi made his way up to the roof, ignoring the small cries of his name from the distance. It wasn’t on purpose though– he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. His mind had to work hard to think about nothing. Because if his conscience took over, his chest would collapse. 
There wasn’t anything left inside of him anymore. That’s what he had recited every waking day of his life as Dabi. But God, he needed a cigarette– to fill that hollow feeling inside of him. 
A few long puffs always did the trick. Although it felt best when he was on the roof, legs hanging off the ledge. 
One of his favourite hobbies was to look at the city under the glistering stars. 
Yokohama never slept. The little toy cars had small people that were always going somewhere. Their blinking red lights mirrored the sea of stars on the bumpy road. At such a distance, where cars disappeared from one end to the other, that journey seemed so mindless. Yet still, everything felt like… like it was still in place. As if everything about this world was truly intentional. 
Dabi dragged a longer puff, throwing his head back, succumbing to the gentle breeze and his thoughts. 
But in the end, you couldn’t make out any face, let alone their identity. Everything became insignificant. All that mattered was the action. 
Dabi could distinguish between a walking figure and a jogging figure. Whether they were alone or with others. 
But in the end, everything else was insignificant when he was above them all. 
So far up, that if he fell– right now– he wouldn’t come back. 
Anyone could push him off.  
“There you are!” 
Dabi grimaced. His soothing bubble had been forcefully broken, and he was dragged back to reality. He had his suspicions on who it was. 
“I thought we could use a drink or two.”
His eyes glowered at the approaching figure. He could never be left alone. But when the bottle of scotch was handed to him, the interruption wasn’t too bad after all. Dabi jerked his head towards the empty space beside him. 
He could hear careful steps approaching, then cautious shuffling beside him. 
Had he stolen a glance in his peripheral vision, he could watch the gentle breeze tease her hair, sweeping it left and right. 
He felt a chaste glance on his face. 
There was a thin, yet strong wall between them. It was thin enough to talk through– although it left no room for subtlety. It was thin enough for them to warm each other. But if they tried to cross it, they’d have to break it down, and crush the other under the weight of the wall. 
There was a lingering sense of emptiness that filled the night sky. 
Empty smiles, empty vessels. 
She drew in a breath, but no words followed, as though she had forgotten how to speak.
“Today was…” she started, only to falter off into silence, her hands rubbing at her arms. 
Dabi had his overcoat for a very long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him. And only him. 
He never had to share it. 
But it felt way too heavy today. And despite the gale tightening its frosty clutch, Dabi could feel his body heating up. 
“The plan was successful”, Dabi replied flatly, “that’s all we need to care about”. 
He pushed his discarded jacket towards her. She slipped it around her shoulders.
The League’s attack on downtown Esuha was broadcasted globally, and they had finally reached the headlines of every news article. 
‘Bloodshed Strikes Downtown Esuha as Villains Unleashed Devastating Attacks’
After years of failed plans, the League of Villains had finally succeeded. 
No man, no woman, no child was left. But it was all worth it. 
Wasn’t it? 
Their plan was the highlight of every media discussion.
Dabi took a larger sip of his drink, bathing under the serene wave which washed over his inhibitions. 
And the wall between them felt thinner and weaker. 
“D’ya think your mom would ever sacrifice herself for you?” 
The vivid images of fresh blood and visceral screams haunted their mind.  
“What did that woman say again?” Dabi asked, his voice cracking, “‘take me, but please, leave my baby alone’... That’s what she said right?” 
Both of their eyes lowered. The alcohol and the little food he had consumed was kicking against his stomach lining, irritating his abdominal grafts. 
“‘She has a long life ahead of her. Please, please, don’t kill her please’”, Dabi heard a sniffle. “That’s what she said before we…”  
He felt sick. 
“That’s what we do, doll.”
He met the pain in her eyes. They were a mirror. 
Dabi clenched his jaw before looking away. 
She did too.
Dabi began biting his fingernails, and her hands fidgeted with the glass. 
And then they looked at each other again, somehow closer than they were in the beginning. 
“I don’t know if my mom would ever do that for me… But, I-hm…”
A dry chuckle followed in a feeble attempt to humour the situation. 
But Dabi finished her unspoken sentence. 
“But you would, right? For your child,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and squinted, trying to make out some of the writing on the tall buildings afar. 
“Any mom would do that for her child.” 
“Didn’t you just say th-”
“Any good mom would”. 
No one spoke. But they shared a knowing look, before averting them back to the vastness of Yokohama. 
“But to be honest…” She took another sip of her drink. “If I had a baby, I’d never live in Musutafu.” 
Dabi let out a snort, thus earning a playful shove in return. 
“Oh yeah? Then where would you live, fucking Minato City?”
It was her turn to snort. 
“You think I’d live in a rich neighbourhood to avoid being a target of criminals and villains?” She scoffed, slurring out her words. “I know I’m the newbie but you have to give me some credit, Dabi.”
He rolled his eyes, yet they still urged her to continue. 
She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering off into the distance, before she continued again. 
“There’s this place, just outside of here. It’s called Yosai. It’s this remote residential area. And, um. It takes around 30 minutes minimum, to find any markets, or- or any offices or clubs, and you know, all that stuff. I think, for most people, it’s like- really boring. And that’s why it’s so isolated. No one even thinks of going there because there’s literally nothing. There’s a park, and a local school– I think, but there’s no one. Nothing. There’s these houses- a lot of them! A bunch of houses with no one to live in them”. 
It was weird, to be talking, uninterrupted, for this long. 
“I guess”, she shrugged a bit, blinking a few times. “Recently, people have started building roads and stuff for cars now. So they can actually do something. But yeah. Zero reported crimes and it’s been there for a few decades. So yeah, if I had a family, I’d go there”. 
She looked intently at Dabi, who didn’t say anything. 
But he moved closer, leaning forward, sitting upright. He scanned her jittering hands before searching in his pant pocket. He raised his eyebrows at the cigarette in his hands. She nodded. So he lit it, pressed the ends to his lips and inhaled before giving it to her. 
He watched her lips touch the cigarette. Where his lips were. 
“There’s actually this property under her maiden name- my mom’s. There’s still some legal stuff I need to sort out before it actually becomes mine. It’s like this, it’s so stupid, because it’s like obviously none of us use that maiden name anymore. But because of that they can’t give it to us. I don’t even know… But I guess it’s nothing too difficult”. 
“Ah”. That was all he could say. But when he peered into her expectant eyes, there was a sudden need to elaborate. Anything better than ‘ah’ at least.
Dabi felt dizzy. 
“Umm… What's your mom’s maiden name?” 
When his delayed voice finally caught up to him, Dabi winced. “Fuck”, he muttered. It was a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was listening. 
“It’s Uchiyama.” 
They were closer, breaths intertwining with each other under the watchful eye of the moon. 
-
There weren’t any buses that travelled from Musutafu to Yosai. Dabi made his journey by foot. 
Thus, during this four day journey, Dabi became well acquainted with people.
And he noticed that a lot of people in Japan had blue eyes. After the emergence of quirks, blue became a common colour for many. The truly rare ones were pink, or purple now.  
But Dabi’s eyes… they were different. 
His eyes. 
They were handpicked from the colours in the cerulean depths of the stormy sea. Whispers of secrets remained untold– that’s why no one could have the eyes that he had. 
Never. 
They were gleaming– echoing the beauty of the lights in the North. Depending on how you looked at them, they were teal, or sapphire. One thing was indisputable– the arctic chill they’d give when he’d pierce into your soul was breathtaking. 
His eyes. 
They were simply breath-taking. 
So when he towered over a small frame, gaze lowered, he could not explain the way his heart forgot to beat when he stared into a perfect replica of his eyes. 
With each beat, lost time unfolded in front of him. 
And he noticed the slight difference in the silent expanse that he had gazed into. 
There was an innocent reflection of the North Star twinkling in their genuine, rolling waves. Dabi’s eyes were an abandoned lighthouse. 
But, what alarmed him the most, was when those flawless replications turned frozen. Dark. 
Petrified. 
Dabi's heart ached as those eyes formed fog and mist, obstructing him from reaching the truth that was hidden beyond the plane of sight. 
His knees surrendered under the accumulating guilt of his past. And so his tears fell, trying to escape the grief and strain his weak body had repressed for so long. 
“Honey, are you okay? Who’s at the door?”
Icy tendrils spiked through him, and his breath was captured without a fight. In the wake of realisation, his body signalled all the alarms they could, telling him– no, begging him to run, but, his blood had turned to ice, and he succumbed in the paralysing grip of his inevitable fate. 
“Sana, are you okay…” 
He heard the voice taper away, followed by a sharp clink of a metal spoon. His laden head fixed itself downwards in shame, guilt, fear…  
“Dabi…?” Those words drifted out in a hushed tone. As if they were trying to protect the young girl, who now hid behind her mother. 
He braced himself for the hardest task he would ever have to face.
And in that split second, his breath had returned, and he let out a short exhale when he finally saw that face materialise from his past. 
Y/N. 
It was you. Saira Uchiyama. 
After 6 years, 8 months, and 19 days of navigating through the circular journey of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, Dabi finally had the chance to reach the beacon of acceptance. 
His shoulders slumped, as short breaths hiccuped through the dark caverns of his chest. 
He had finally found you. 
And he had finally found the end to his coveted quench, which yearned for a solace, only to be found in your longing embrace. 
Softly, a bewildered whisper escaped his lips, barely denting the silence around them.
“Doll…?” 
Dabi watched as the maturer skin scrunched together, deep lines frowned at him. As the tenderness in your heart had to be locked away inside an untouchable crevice in your body. 
You pushed your daughter behind you, blocking Dabi’s protesting hands before they touched her.
“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs okay”, you ordered sternly. 
“Mommy, he’s scaring m-” 
“Sana. You need to go upstairs. Lock the door and close your windows.” 
Sana.  
Her name was a painful reminder of the blank pages he had failed to fill as her father. How could he have written anything? 
He didn’t even know what the title was. 
“Never fucking come near my family again”. 
Those blank pages began to rip. 
“You disgusting freak”. 
The blank pages had burned to ashes, and Dabi was left outside on the suburban patio of a perfect neighbourhood. 
Maybe, if he found a place to wash his face, he could blend in with the garbage. 
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midnight crushing on her sidekick
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pairing: nemuri kayama / midnight x male!reader
a/n: i really liked the concept of the midnight boys in vigilante, so i had to write for midnight crushing on one of them!
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midnight was quite the popular hero amongst young men and she had caught your attention as well with her womanly charms
you knew that you wanted to be a part of her agency and become one of the so called “midnight boys” that were her sidekicks
so once you graduated, you applied for her agency and soon got the job as her sidekick – well, as one of them!
the other boys took you in quickly and helped you get accustomed with working for midnight
and it didn't take long until you got to meet midnight as well! after receiving a call, you and the other boys made your way to a crime scene, where midnight had just helped arrest a criminal
you were smitten the moment you first saw her in person, while midnight felt quite similar. you were quite the handsome young boy, just her type
from that day on, you kept getting more opportunities to work with her, even if it was mostly work such as bringing her a coffee or cleaning her office
but soon, it became clear that, despite you being the new guy, midnight had taken a liking to you, as she kept giving you the jobs that allowed the two of you to be close
though that was all she was doing for you, as she expected you to take the next step and ask her out!
after all, you're the sidekick, while she's the pro hero. you got this job because you wanted to be near her, so now you had to show you had enough courage to ask her out!
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