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animekpopsimp · 1 year

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MHA Boys When You're In The Hospital

Izuku

It was just supposed to be a normal day

The two of you were on a date, enjoying the time off from school

Things started off peaceful until things turned into chaos

A villain suddenly appeared and both you and Izuku sprung into action

Pros were on the way, but the two of you were determined to keep the civilians safe until then

You were holding your own for a while, but that's when things went wrong

You noticed the villain aiming an attack at Izuku

You knew he could handle himself, but you didn't want to see him get hurt

Without thinking, you jumped in front of him, taking the hit instead

Your body was flung into the air before you landed a few feet away

Seeing this, Izuku ran over to you as the pros finally arrived

Your vision was blurry and you could barely hear Izuku calling your name

You passed out while you were being loaded onto an ambulance

Izuku was terrified the whole way there

It felt like he was waiting for days in the waiting room

After a while, he was allowed into your room

You were unconscious, and Izuku could barely handle the sight of your condition

He didn't say it out loud but he blamed himself for what happened

You woke up soon after, and he was relieved to see that you were ok

Izuku visits you every day, making sure to keep you updated on school

You only spend a week in the hospital before you're allowed to leave

Izuku was happy that you had survived

Katsuki

You were working on your internship away from Katsuki

He knew you were strong enough to take care of yourself, but he still worried about you

He tried to not let that distract him from his own internship, but he was still thinking of you nonetheless

Suddenly he saw a news report that made him want to vomit

A villain had appeared in the area where you were

From what Katsuki could see, things had been thrown into chaos

However, he still had hope that you would make it out ok

But it didn't take long for that hope to be crushed

He saw an image of you being loaded onto a stretcher in the background and it felt like his heart stopped

He couldn't think straight as he rushed to the hospital, fearing he would be too late

Katsuki didn't calm down when he was taken to your room

Seeing you in the state you were in made him want to cry, but he held the tears in

Luckily, your injuries weren't life-threatening and you woke up the same day

When he noticed you opening your eyes, he called you an idiot for worrying him

He sounded mean, but you knew that he was expressing how much he cared for you in his own way

He spent as much time with you as he could before he had to go back to the dorms

He promised to come back and visit you, which he did until you were discharged

He later cuddled with you, not wanting to let you go for a while

Shoto

Shoto should have protected you

The two of you were fighting against a villain when, to his horror, you were struck down

Your now unconscious body falling to the ground bleeding

Shoto felt rage bubble up inside of him as he quickly attacked the villain with newfound determination

Finally, the villain was taken down and he ran over to you as you were laid on a stretcher

He could feel tears welling up in his eyes

Things became a blur as he was finally allowed into your hospital room

You were still asleep, but, to his relief, the nurse told Shoto that you would wake up after a while

He found himself sitting by your bed, holding your hand

After a while, you woke up and Shoto was relieved to see you open your eyes

He immediately apologized for not protecting you

You have to reassure him that it wasn't his fault

He visits you and eventually, you're allowed to go home

After that, Shoto keeps a closer eye on you, not wanting to see you hurt ever again

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frosttysnow · 1 year

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↬ Steal my boy

→ Feito para: KatsukiProject

→ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

→ App utilizado: IbisPaint X

#capa fanfic #anime #design #bnh #bnha #boku no hero #todobaku #bakutodo #katsuki bakugou #shouto todoroki #capa clean

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quillyscales · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Eventual Romance, Adopted Eri (My Hero Academia), Demon Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Mild Blood, mild religious themes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Not Beta Read, Artist Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Summary:

Hizashi accidentally gets bound to Shouta and needs him to sell his soul to him in exchange for a wish in order to be released, but Shouta has no intention of selling his soul to a demon.

#bnh #fanfic #fanfiction #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #erasermic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #present mic

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tataricastro · 1 year

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Capítulo 5 postado, galera! Sabemos completamente agora os sentimentos do Kami e está sofrendo o meu menino coitado, mas nessa de se resguardar pode acabar machucando outros no processo... Será?

#kiribakukami #bakukami #kirikami #bakugo katuski #bakukiri #bnha fanfiction #denki kaminari #fanfic #kamibaku #bakukirikami #bnh #tiktok #anime memes

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gabs-singdlest · 1 year

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Fanfic: Doce

Tamanho: 600 x 400

Plataforma: Spirit Fanfics

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia(Bnha)

Ship: Shouto Todoroki e Katsuki Bakugou (TodoBaku).

Autor da fanart: endoftheyears (twitter)

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decayandfanfics · 3 years

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Willing curse

Part two of Spellbound

Warnings: angst. gore Explicit. Mentions of necrophilia. General reader. Tomura being Tomura. Mutual pining, yandere themes.

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Tomura thinks he’s going insane.

He feels his bones burning inside his body, ribs and spine twisting into a vision of ivory, meat and pumping veins that curls and bleed all over the floor, the walls, the ceiling.

It bleeds, it bleeds, it bleeds, and he can’t talk, he can’t scream, he can’t do anything but watch.

Then he’s not inside himself anymore. No, he’s outside, seeing himself become something he can’t recognize, something he didn't agree to be. Something he didn't agree to feel.

Red eyes meet red eye, and he swallows hard, holding the nausea that burns his chest and numb his limbs. Is useless, he can’t beat the pressure, he can’t beat this feeling.

Tomura chokes with words he can’t articulate, a name that refuse to leave his throat, so he tears into his neck trying to take them out, trying to open a gash wide enough to breathe or to bleed out and finally die. It would be worth the try as long as the itch is gone. As long as the itch is gone, as long as…

He watches himself in the mirror, a sight of hatred, bones and scars that look back at him with bloodshot eyes and sharp crooked teeth behind bleeding lips.

He hates it, it’s disgusting. He is disgusting.

And the insufferable fucking itch is driving him insane.

“You are a creep, Tomura. You are a creep.” He murmurs out of his mind and his jagged nails tear into the bruised skin, leaving droplets of crimson all across the sink, until he has to bite his fingers; shove his own fist into his mouth to stop the scratching, or else he’ll be clawing at raw meat.

“You are a creep, Tomura. You are sick.”

He hates everything, including himself now.

“I’m a creep.” He says again, his other hand holding one of your shirts, careful not to let his fingers slip through it and decay it by accident.

He buries his nose on the fabric, soft fibers against his naked chest as your smell fills his lungs, making him dizzy on visions of you taking him in, your body full of his, crying and screaming and scratching under his weight as he collapses over you, leaving marks of sunking teeth into your soft flesh to remember his touch.

He hates you so much it makes him sick.

How dare you fill his head with thought of you? Who gave you the right?

You shouldn’t be this bright, you shouldn’t be this warm, you shouldn’t be this beautiful.

Certainly, you shouldn’t be calling him to you, haunting his dreams and poisoning his reason by just existing. It’s like the light is made every time you enter the room, outshining everyone else and blinding him with your sight.

And you are so fucking kind. So fucking quiet and sweet.

You are sunlight over the valley of his hatred, soothing his wounds and stealing glances from dark corridors and open doors. Diligent, clever, trustworthy, all while inhabiting the soft curves of your body that drive him to the edge by just passing close to him, leaving a trace of your warmth behind.

Fucking perfect.

And there he is, disgusting and hideous. The line of his spine showing disturbingly like some kind of monster trapped withing his milky skin. Gruesome, twisted and hateful, unable to even spell your name without making his gums bleed.

What would you do if you knew the things he’s done thinking about you? The things he does to you in his dreams over and over again?

When he lies panting and throbbing over his bed, bedsheets damp in sweat as he humps and twist to the thought of you open and wanting, giving him a smile that’s not quite yours and more like those of sex tape stars he watches looking for your resemblance, hoping for a release that never truly comes because what he truly wants is sleeping next door.

Would you run away if he told you he dreams of fucking you stupid against the mattress? What about him splitting you in half? doubled over the sink as you cry his name to go faster and harder? Would you be scared of him if you knew he wants to fill your every hole? Stuffed full until you leak and bleed and spit and gag for him.

Until you say you want him.

Until you say you need him.

Until you promise you are his and only his to hold, and love, and kiss, and fuck; finally opening your arms to cage his body against yours and driving him closer to your heart, encasing him under your chin to crown him with kisses, giggles and promises of loyalty and love he swears he would return every day of his miserable life.

Would you stay with him if you knew he’s been entering your room to watch you sleep? That he’s been smelling your clothes like a total freak to get off on your scent? That sometimes he scratches his neck in front of you just to make you stop him?

To have you close and make you touch him.

Tomura pities you.

You’ve been cursed with him and his corrosive hatred. Failing to say the soft words people dream about hearing from their lovers and incapable of touching you without killing you.

Even more, he’s incapable of giving you the kindness and love you deserve, no matter how many times you press your luck to close the gap and clean the scratches across his neck. He never gets to caress you back. Words stuck inside of him as his hands hang loose at his sides, completely dumbfounded by your touch.

And just like that, you slip off him again, forever out of his reach.

Is a shame, a total tragedy, because he’s not going to tell you anything. You’ll never be nothing but a distraction on his path to destruction. His goal is bigger than you and your soft hands and your calming words. Your beauty holds no threat to his purpose and yet…

There are nights when passion grows too unbearable, smothering reason under the weight of his feelings as his thoughts grow jarring inside his head. Nights where he swears feverish, maddened, and hurt between barks of bitterness and impossible longing; as his gums bleed with sharp heretic words that leak black down his chin like foam on a rabid dog.

“If you aren’t mine, you’ll be no one’s.

I’ll kill anyone who dares to touch you.

And i will murder you before letting you go.”

His mouth bleeds and his fist clash against the mirror in a fit of rage, caustic jealousy dripping between his torn nuckles and this is part that scares him the most because he knows he will.

Not even decay you. Tomura will strangle you with heavy heart and burning tears as he watches life slipping from your eyes before finally taking your body as he drools and cries and howls over your skin for what you’ve made him do, your flesh growing cold under his frantic thrust and trembling grip, until he goes empty between your legs because he’s sick and evil. Bawling regrets and curses before branding you with five fingers, forever guarding the secrets of his monstrosity deep inside you.

Then he’ll throw up the words stuck inside his throat.

Then he’ll be able to say your name.

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Let me know what you think!

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki #bnh academia #bnh fanfic

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bnnywngs · 3 years

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bunny’s 2020 fanfics masterpost

i wrote too much this year omg

~ only ao3 fanfics ~

haikyuu (13 fanfics)

- kenhina

i bear you | post time skip

that time we made a video with prompt generator | canon divergence/post time skip

give me your stars, i’ll give you my clouds | gods au

dwarf sunflower | flower shop au/tattoo parlour au

innocent until said otherwise | alternate universe/crime duo

Op. 20, Act II No.12 | swan lake au

the plan | hq thirstmas day 1 - jealousy/pwp/established relationship

- iwasuga

4am curry | alternate universe/soulmate au

morning in bed | hq thirstmas day 7 - body worship/alternate universe/post time skip

- oisuga

pretty (dumb) snakes | harry potter au/slytherin oisuga

- kurodai

the act of trust and the kiss of forgiveness | fantasy au (on going)

- bokuaka

equalize | band au

- osaaka

let me take care of you | hq thirstmas days 2+3 - sex toys, overstimulation, thighs/pwp/bottom osamu

- kurohina

night walk | alternate universe/christmas fluff

bungou stray dogs (4 fanfics)

- soukoku

you’re my song | soulmate au/canon divergence

corruption | gods au

- ranpoe

last day | heavy angst/major character death/alternate universe - no abilities

- odazai

raindrops, hot baths and soft kisses | bsd secret santa/canon divergence

boku no hero academia (5 fanfics)

- dabihawks

silent feeling | 5+1/alternate universe

let’s dance | alternate universe - no quirks

second honeymoon | alternate universe - no quirks/married dabihawks

spring in me | alternate universe - no quirks/neighbor au/idol au

- no ship

love day | alternate universe/shimura tenko centric

fugou keiji balance: unlimited (1 fanfic)

- daiharu

anything as long as i can be beside you | alternate universe/college au

kimetsu no yaiba (1 fanfic)

- sanegiyuu

rocker boi | alternate universe/band au??/high school au

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homorashi · 4 years

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Day 9: At school/in class

Boku No Hero | My Hero Academia | Todoroki | Peeing on Purpose?

Todoroki had a horrible nights sleep, the boys were celebrating their scores on the Hero Exam they had taken the week before, just getting the results that day. Todoroki did not as good as he suspected, his dad wouldn't be happy with the results whats for sure. So he tried to go to bed, and sleep it off but he woke up feeling groggy and Irritable. he didn’t want to have to go to class today. He just needs some time to be alone and relax, collect himself without all his fellow classmates so close, but living in the dorms, thats basically impossible. They all get home at the same time, eat at the same time, It’s driving him crazy.

Its just past lunch, and Aizawa Sensei is rambling on about the Hero Laws. Todoroki already knows them as his dad has drilled them in his ear sense he was born, but he has to stay here, because skipping class isn’t “Hero Like Attitude” As much as he wants to leave he cant. Every-time he lets his mind wonder, his eyes tear up. He is stressed out and just wants to be alone. He tried to calm himself down in class, trying not to make a scene, but it’s hard his emotions are all over the place today he feels insane. He feels like slight nagging pressure in his bladder, he doesn't really have to go but figures it would be a good chance to be alone for five seconds on this god forsaken day.

“Yes Todoroki?” Aizawa sensei calls on the boys raised hand.

“May I got to the restroom sir?” He asks, already swinging his leg out the side of his desk to get up.

“Lunch just ended, we just started this discussion, ask again towards the end of class.” Todoroki was not expecting that answer. He is beyond annoyed with one again feeling constrained. He just wants to leave, but he also doesn't want to get in-trouble. He knows he cant just get up and storm out of class, it would make his classmates and his teachers worry and he doesn't want that.

“Can you hold it?” Midoriya whispers to Todoroki from behind him, peeking up around his shoulder.

“What?” Todoroki is startled

“You look tense, and you’re all fidgety, It looks like you need the toilet pretty bad, Just try to hold it.” Midoriya puts a hand on his shoulder for a second before leaning back in his chair. Todoroki looks down, his leg is shaking and he is tense, not because he has to pee, but because he is annoyed but this gives him an idea. He accidentally laid himself out the perfect escape route, He could get out of class easily, if he had an accident. He has seen it before, in middle school when boys would wait to long to pee, they would end up pissing themselves, having there mom’s come and pick them up early, but in this case, he would just have to walk back to the dorm and knowing Aizawa and how out of character this is for Todoroki, he wouldn't object when he asked to just leave for the day, The teacher may even think its his fault for denying my a break earlier in the class.

The half and half haired boy has made the decision. He is going to wet his pants on purpose. He tries to calm himself down. He doesn't have to pee all that much, but he did drink 2 cartons of milk at lunch and hasn't gone sense right before, so he knows he can at least pee enough to consider it an accident, but that wont matter if he cant start going. He looks around then back at Midoriya, who gives him and kind sympathetic smile. He decides it would be weird if he just nonchalantly wet himself, so he tries to act more desperate, he takes his hand thats not flipping pages in his textbook and cups it lightly in his crotch, looking like he is holding himself, but he knows if he actually does, he wont be able to release.

He tried to relax. pushing as hard as he can to let his bladder empty, but nothing happens. He tried again but still he is dry as bones, He looks up at the clock, only fifteen more minuets left of this period, His plan will fail if he doesn't hurry, as he will have no excuse to wet himself in his next class after he just had a break.

“Come on.” He whispers to himself looking down at his crotch, his uniform pants completely dry under is hand.

“Todoroki Kun” Midoriya taps him on the shoulder “Do you want me to ask Aizawa sensei for you?” The young green haired boy herd Todoroki and took Todoroki’s please as him begging to hold on,

“No! don’t.” Todoroki panics, he cant be excused, then he wont get to go home and relax in his bed, in peace.

“But-” Todoroki quickly comes up with a plan, as a hero he needs to be able to think on his feet.

“If I stand up, I’ll have an accident.” Todoroki blushes from just saying the words. He knows it’s now or never, if he doesn't manage to at-least wet himself a little within the next few minutes, then Midoriya might be able to tell he was lying.

Todoroki turns around ignoring Midoriya and focus all on peeing. he thinks of waterfalls, and lemonade. He thinks back to his pee this morning and how good it felt. He presses hard with his muscles, trying to release when suddenly he feels a jet escape. He instinctively cuts it off but tries harder and pushes again.

hssssssss

The sound Loudly fills the class as the boy gives one final hard push, harder than he needed to clearly as his pee is now leaving him at a fast rate, he tried to slow it down, before he empties to fast, to make it believable he had a full bladder.

“Todoroki kun!” Midoriya puts his hand on the half and half boys shoulder, He has to try to not smile, thinking about how he is soon to escape this classroom, Still he cringes at the feeling in his pants, he never moved his hand so its not wet as well. He hears drips falling onto the flood and decides to cut off his stream, not wanting to cause too much of a mess.

“Aizawa sensei?” Todoroki breaks the now silent classroom, the teacher is just looking at him with wide eyes, as is everyone else.

“May I go back to the dorms and change?” Todoroki says calmly.

“If you had to go that badly, you should have said something.” Aizawa looks at him, face blank.

“You said I couldn’t go.” Todoroki feels his pants getting cold with the pee cooling down, he wants to die, it feels horrible.

“I said to ask again towards the end of class, it’s the end of class.” The teacher seems to be being awfully mean to a kid who just pissed himself. Truly nothing can go smoothly today for poor Todoroki

“Sir, He couldn’t have made it even if you excused him!” Midoriya shouts from behind Todoroki, It startles him.

“Yeah Sir, Todoroki is the strongest one fo us all, as class representative, I think he was beyond the point of walking if he relieved himself into his pants he must be unwell!” iida stands up for him as-well.

“Okay I get it, Todoroki, you maybe be excused, go take a shower.” Aizawa gives into the unruly class.

Todoroki gets up, feeling his wet pants droop over his legs feels horrible, but the second the door to the classroom closes behind him, he immediately feels a brick lift off his shoulder, he head back to the dorm, showers and cuddles up in bed, drifting off, taking a nap, enjoying the completely empty student dorm.

Im not sure if this was out of character but I love it!

#omorashi #Omovember #OmoFics #Homorashi #Boku no hero #bnh omorashi #bnh fanfic #my hero academia #Writing

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bwbblo · 2 years

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀. . . 違うほら??

tabi says' fav + credite, se pegar.

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idontfuckingcareaboutmars · 3 years

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Oh! This is going to be fun. - Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Rating: 14+ Content: Established relationship, aged up Bakugou, female-bodied reader Content Warnings: mention of smut; swearing;

A.N: Hii again! This is the part 2 of this story. (You don't really need to read the first one to understand it, but I do recommend ;D) • Bakugou is aged up and a pro hero; • Y/N quirk is telekinesis and telepathy (yeah she's a hybrid) • Enjoy<3

Bakugou wakes up fumbling for Y/N, then sitting immediately when he doesn't find his partner. Looking at the clock by their bed, noticing it's very early in the morning, he calls her name, after some time calling with no answer, he decides to get up and search for the young woman. Having no success finding her around the apartment, he decides to call her.

B: Oi Brat! Where the hell are you? - He speaks in a husky angry voice.

Y/N: Good morning sunshine. - She giggles.

B: Don't you come with this sunshine bullshit.

Y/N: I went for a run.

B: It's seven in the morning.

Y/N: Already?

B: What do you mean already?

Y/N: I was at the gym at 6.

B: YOU WHAT?

Y/N: *tsc* Stop shouting. How do you even dare to complain when people ranked you the loudest hero. Jirou and Present Mic, they were on the list. That's how loud you are dude.

B: *tsc* Whatever. - He sighs angrily. - Are you coming home already?

Y/N: Yeah, almost there.

B: By any chance you are going around that bakery?

Y/N: Yeah, I got you. I'll bring you the spicy pumpkin muffins.

B: Damn brat. I love you so much.

Y/N: Yeah right. - She giggles - See you in five. - After hanging up the call, Bakugou who’s still sleepy, feeling his eyelids heavy decides to take a nap on the couch. It's been a while since he moved back in with Y/N and dealing with her workaholic habits was killing him. He made it his personal mission to make sure she didn't kill herself out of work. The girl acted as sleep was optional and her quirk didn't rely on the tired brain of hers. In a mix of anger, worry and anticipation he jumps up when he listens to the click on the door. He sits straight watching the young woman walking through the door wearing gym clothes, with an annoyed expression on his face.

B: Oi brat! What the hell?

Y/N: Oh my god. Relax.

B: I told you, the doctors told you, even your stupid boss told you, you need to rest the fuck up.

Y/N: You made me sleep at 10 pm. last night. How much rest do you think I need? Plus I bought you muffins, you should be nicer. - She walks to him reaching for a kiss, he cupped her face analysing it before leaning in to kiss her. He grabs her waist intensifying the kiss. She was very aware where that was going. She presses her body against his even harder, the kiss leaving them almost running out of breath. When he reaches for her ass Y/N stops the kiss, stepping back.

Y/N: Baby, I would love to proceed. But my boyfriend, my boss and the doctors told me to rest. - He smirks, biting his lips.

B: You are indeed a brat, aren't you? Stop being so damn petty.

Y/N: Says the petty queen. - He groans, letting his hands fall to his sides. - Plus annoying you is not the only reason, I'm going to be late for work.

B: I thought the case you were working with the police was closed and you just have to patrol much later.

Y/N: Wow! Were you really listening? Your therapist is going to receive a basket from me this year. - He reaches for a muffin and violently throws it at her. She dodges.

Y/N: Maybe just a card is enough. - Both laughs. He sits on the couch eating while she heads to the bathroom dropping her clothes on the way to the shower.

B: So, where are you going? - He screams since the shower noise muffles his voice.

Y/N: Todoroki invited me for this press event. All the top heroes are going to be there. Apparently it is something about some new law about the heroes. I'm not really sure. I'm surprised you weren't invited.

B: I was invited, dumbass!

Y/N: Tell me again why are you not getting ready then?

B: I don't have to go. It's not like they can really force me anyways.

Y/N: You are literally the number two hero! Get your ass in here!

B: Well, if you insist. - He rushes to the foggy place but the girl is already leaving the shower.

Y/N: Oh, no funny business, I already have finished, but if you are quick enough will still have hot water for you. - She laughs.

B: Lame! - He throws his shirt at her while she leaves the bathroom. When he comes out of the shower she's already dressed, putting makeup on.

B: Woah! Is this your new costume?

Y/N: Yes, actually it is the press version of it, do you like it?

B: What do you mean press version?

Y/N: Was my idea. It's shinier, more classy.

B: Tighter... - He looks her up and down.

Y/N: Katsuki...

B: What, brat? I'm just saying, not really complaining though. - He hugs her from behind leaving a kiss on her neck, making her shiver at the warm touch.

Y/N: Yeah, I'm going to drink some water real quick. - He smirks, she rushes out of his sight, trying to hide her red face, touching her practically burning cheeks. A few minutes later he shows up fully dressed.

B: I heard Hawks will be there.

Y/N: Oh, really? It's nice of the Commission to invite him too.

B: I thought you would be more excited. I thought you were his fan. Actually I thought you had a crush on him. - He laughs at her face turning red on the mention of the hero's name. She was clearly embarrassed.

Y/N: W-Well, I'm over it now. Even though I still admire him as a hero and person.

B: So you don't have a crush on him anymore? - He pushes her further, with a light amusement in his face.

Y/N: I'm a grown up. I don't have crushes, douchebag. But, wait, how do you know that?

B: You told me that, brat. At our U.A. time, we weren't together yet.

Y/N: Oh! - The memories hits her immediately. - I still called you 'Baka-go' back then. - She laughs.

B: "Baka'go, the jerk in action." - He does a mocking impersonation of her voice- In retrospect it’s quite impressive you're still alive, you know? - He walks to her putting his hands on her hips.

Y/N: Oh please, you loved it.

B: Maybe, why did you stop?

Y/N: You were smart enough to fall for me, I had to cut you some slacks. - She laughs and kisses him. - Anyways. I need to get going. I'll see you at the event or later.

B: Oi! Are you not coming with me?

Y/N: Remember that conversation about not wanting our relationship to be public? That includes an event exclusively to deal with the press.

B: Fuck them!

Y/N: I already have to deal with rumors about my non-existent relationship with Todoroki, I don't need people talking about us.

She leaves, leaving behind a Bakugou with a very angry expression. Y/N, of course, would love to scream to the whole world how she was happy with the number two hero, how he treated her well, how he loved her, how special he made her feel, how she was sure about what she needed, and how the universe benevolence was generous enough to put him in her life. Sure, she would love to show him publicly how much he meant to her and the rumors about her sleeping with her boss would stop but the truth is: villains would have just another thing to use against both of them, and she couldn't risk it. After the press event, answering to a barrage of questions, mostly not related at all to her job, and patrolling which was cutted short after Todoroki decided they had enough work for the day, Y/N gets back home. She checks her phone, the screen showing no calls or messages from Bakugou. She massages her forehead gently, deciding to relax in the tub. After an hour or less she receives a call from Jirou.

On the phone:

Y/N: Oh hey, AirPods! Is everything okay?

Jirou: I told you to stop calling me that. - She laughs. - But today I'll let this pass.

Y/N: Well must be a nice day then. What's up?

Jirou: I'll send you a picture. - A few seconds later a picture of an engagement ring blows on Y/N phone.

Y/N: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't believe it! Denki proposed? - She screams in excitement for her friends.

Jirou: Yes!

Y/N: Just to make sure, you said yes, right? - Both laughs.

Jirou: Obviously. - Denki screams by far, then repeats so Y/N could listen to him.

Kaminari: Hi Y/N! She said yes, can you believe it? I didn't even have to talk her into it. - Both laughs.

Y/N: Hi buddy! Congratulations! For you both! I'm so happy. I- She hears a noise in the kitchen. - Guys, I think Bakugou is home, I'm going to tell him the great news, hold on a second. - She jumps from the tub, puts on a robe and rushes to the door. Bakugou looks even angrier than when she left in the morning.

Y/N on the phone: Guys, I will call you back in a minute. Sorry. - She hangs up, and gets closer to him.

Y/N: Babe, you don't look okay. What happened?

B: I'm so damn stupid!

Y/N: Woah! No, you're not. Where is all of this coming from? You are Katsuki Bakugou, the great Dynamite.

B: I... - He looks like he is about to explode.

Y/N: Come on, sit here. - She grabs his arm, guiding him to the couch. - Tell me what's wrong, whatever it is we will fix it. - He seems to wonder for a while, then speaks clenching his jaw.

B: The stupid Jirou and the stupid Kaminari send me a message! - Y/N looks at him trying to make sense of what he said. After some wonder her eyes widen

Y/N: Oh my god, are you in love with one of them? - He looks at her with a look that made her feel stupid just for asking, making her regret it.

B: Brat, stop talking! You sound stupid! - He shouts.

Y/N: Well I don't read minds, so... I mean, I do read minds, but I promised to stop using my quirk on you. - After another moment of silence and a deep breath, he speaks.

B: I wanted to do it first.

Y/N: Do what?

B: You are constantly bragging about how smart you are, can't you take a fucking hint? - After a little while realization comes down to her.

Y/N: Oh my god! -She lays on the couch in shock.- Wait, what do you mean do it first? Is not some kind of fucked up bet is it? Because if it is, Jirou is going to be so pissed. You guys totally crossed a line.

B: Oh my! Shut your trap brat! No, obviously it was not a bet. What the fuck? What kind of person does that? And that's the only reason you came up with for me wanting to marry you? - His eyes are filled with rage and tears. She stares at him, then comes closer sitting on the floor, looking him into his eyes.

Y/N: But why are you so angry? Just because he did it first? Forgive me but that’s one of the most childish things I've ever heard in my entire life.

B: It is not just it. I don’t know, I feel like I need to be better for you and I simply can’t. I don't want to lose you again. - She fondles his face, swiping the tears.

Y/N: I'm not going anywhere. You're doomed... Douchebag. -She smiles at him softly, holding his hands.

B: You better not be just talking brat. - He slips to the ground wrapping her with his legs.

Y/N: Maybe I'm the one puttin on a prank. - He squeezes her tightly. - Ouch! I'm just kidding.

B: Great. Now... Care to pick a blue box in my side of the closet? - She jumps excited, rushing to their room. She came back with her hands empty.

Y/N: I couldn't find it. I - Y/N jaw drops when crossing the door, she finds a Bakugou kneeled in one knee.

B: Y/N, my dear brat. I love your stupid face more than anything in this world, you make my day every day, even when we fight I can't really get mad at you, even though I know you're going to say that's because you are right.

Y/N: But usually I am, indeed, right.

B: Shut up brat, I'm in the middle of something here. - She laughs, nodding. - So, moving on. I love you so much, it's almost embarrassing how I'm hopeless when it comes to you and I can't see my life without you. For real, last time we broke up I spent two months listening to Sugar by Brockhampton. - She holds a laugh imagining the scene. He grins. - So, will you stay with me, love me, and let me do the same for you for the rest of our lives? Y/N will you marry me? - She nods, crying jumping into his arms. They kiss, holding each other tightly.

B: Suck on that, stupid Kirishima!

Y/N: What the fuck?!

B: I’m just kidding. Oh! This is going to be fun.

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frosttysnow · 1 year

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↬ Pedacinho de Gente

→ Feito para: PjKiribaku

→ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

→ App utilizado: IbisPaint X

#capa fanfic #design #anime #bnh #bnha #boku no hero #kiribaku #bakushima #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou

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sayorikao · 2 years

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Paramour

Capa dark, romántica, Tododeku

Autora: Cloud_thunder

#edit #fanfic #capa para fic #capa de fanfic #boys love #kpop #yaoi #lgbt #gay #capa clean #capa dark #capa romantica #todoroki #bnh #boku no hero academia #deku #midoriya #tododeku

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tataricastro · 1 year

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Só passando pra avisar que o Cap 4 saiu ;)

https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/por-que-tres-e-demais-24647740

#kiribakukami #poliamor #trisal #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnh #bakukami #kirikami #kiribaku #bakushima #bakukiri #kamikiri #kamibaku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo fic #kirishima eijirou #mha denki #kaminari

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gabs-singdlest · 1 year

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Bem vinde ao meu perfil.

Sou Paulista, mas não do tipo beneficiada. Sou guarulhense. Pois é, gatites ksksks. Aliás, atualmente moro em uma cidade minúscula no interior de Minas Gerais.

Vivi todos esses últimos anos de modo um tanto desleixado, apesar de ter inúmeros objetivos em mente.

Almejo o estrelato como atriz, mas pode-se dizer que possuo talento em outras áreas. Aspirante à atriz desde que me entendo por gente e amante de livros com um projeto original em andamento. Uma vez meu pai me perguntou o que eu queria ser quando crescesse e eu respondi “Garota de programa igual a Maísa”. Prazer, essa sou eu. Pode me chamar de Gabs, Smile ou Japa, bbx.

“Eu não entendo como uma pessoa de 2009 vai fazer quatorze anos, se eu que sou de 2003 também vou…”. Taurina com ascendente em sagitário e lua em escorpião que não acredita em signos.

Pratico Escrita Criativa desde 2018; desenho desde que me entendo por gente e algum dia qualquer eu viro Fanartista. Ainda tô em aprendizado constante. Sou beta reader no tempo livre e Helper com doutorado em sinopses. Só pedir ajuda, pô.

Comecei a fazer capas durante a pandemia em 2020 e parei temporariamente por volta de 2022. Atualmente faço por diversão e para aproveitar meu tempo livre.

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thedsect · 2 years

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A Anatomia de Yaomomo

Quem pegou a referência aí? hehehehe

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decayandfanfics · 3 years

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Spellbound (part 1)

Warnings: angst. Pining. That's it, just a reader in love with dusty boy.

General reader.

A/n: so...mva is finally coming, after a lifetime. I'll never be over the fact they're gonna clusterfuck all the arc in 5 episodes. That will go down smoothly i guess.

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Tomura.

It rolls over your tongue, answer before the question that plagues your nights. Swift and soft, and so so sharp you think your tongue may bleed…Just like your throat, just like your heart.

It draws Toh like a shot of air behind your teeth, then the mmuh jumps from your tight lips, hooking swiftly to the rah that abandons your mouth in breathing motion, lungs collapsing and heart fluttering inside your cage as the word turn into mist against the cold of the night.

You breathe his name softly, wishing for a miracle to make him look in your direction for more than mere orders just once, but life has never been that kind to you nor is he, so you keep his name secretly searing across your heart, burning lungs and windpipe without even trying, but it’s fine.

His name was a curse, you knew in time. If you hadn’t known what it meant, you’d think it was an old blessing, some child’s name, a kind word about beauty, about nature, about love.

It’s not. Not when death makes a home of his tired bones with every starved and lonely touch he brings. All bloodied gums, and sharp teeth behind the scarred lips, conjuring fate and tragedy from within his hands as violence feasts joyfully behind his protruding ribs.

"To-mu-ra."

Your whisper dies against your lips when his anger seethes ready to rip him apart, splattering around on the gory details of his hatred as a monument of black, white, and bloody red; setting slaughter over the table for everyone to see how much he hates everything and how much he wants to destroy it all.

Including you, possibly.

Some nights when hell breaks loose and you think the earth will crack under the sheer force of his wrath, you venture quietly into the edge of his revulsion to watch him bite and bark against the world. The panicked times when you wonder if you’ll be the next thing to be crushed by the weight of his loathing, heart filled with sorrow and regret before decaying into oblivion by his murderous fingers. But he never does, only his eyes lingering over the remnants of the last thing he ruins before sparing you from his ire in strange symbiosis, letting you get away with your somber staring before you push your luck by closing the gap to venture your hands close to his neck, cleaning the bloody scratches with care as he watches you dumbfounded before you slide out of his reach again.

Tomura.

Anathema, heresy, and oath.

Vow of rage and annihilation.

Vow of hate.

Vow of love.

A love that hangs over your neck like a curse, ready to fall by the weight of his cruelty and cut your head off in clean snap, because he terrifies you, but terror and love have merged alongside your spine, intertwining with your chord, roots growing deep within you as another kind of devotion. So, you wait for him to destroy everything, hoping that maybe you’ll live to see the morning after everything falls to ashes at his feet, when the world crumbles and the bloody crown sit over his white locks finally allowing him to rest.

In the meantime, you follow him quietly, saving your unrequited affection discretely where it doesn’t hurt anyone but you, hoping his inexperience on these matters to be enough for him to stay blind and content with your unwavering loyalty and proficiency, hoping he let you walk by his side a little longer.

Still, sometimes you can’t help yourself, allowing on little indulgencies when you think nobody else is watching, letting your eyes wonder through the lines of his form and the wrinkles that brand his face and make him...him.

Beautiful, deadly him.

Tomura is moonlight caught between silver strands of hair. A sight of pearly skin reflecting colors from city lights and night sky, eyes shining like bleeding garnets in the dark.

Does he even know how mesmerizing he is? How out of place he looks compared to the grimy concrete of the streets he walks? When buildings stand menacing between clustered boulevards and traffic lines, he remains a force of nature, hauntingly surreal, but oh, so human your heart may break if you keep staring.

No, he doesn’t know it. How could he? He’s never seen the soft curve of his neck, nor the shape of his perfect nose. He can’t see the glint of his eyes when he finds something amusing, nor the way his face changes when he’s confused over something trivial. And he’s never seen the bow of his full lips trembling when he smiles. From the creepy unsettling ones when he swears, he’ll murder every fucking hero on earth; to the soft ones too when he lies still and serene, his mind navigating distant places, forever out of your reach.

Tomura, you sing, and he appears behind your eyelids, beautiful in starlight, like the full moon shining over the black cold sea at night; and his beauty mark as a map of his face forever imprinted in your brain.

Some nights devotion fills you quietly as your hand draws patterns of love and longing between your thighs; senses overflowing on fantasies of attraction and want as the sky fills with stars and your mind drifts to him as you imagine his naked skin warming yours in frantic pace. Those nights when you’re allowed to finally break and cry under the pressure of the love that ties you to his ribs; as the memory of his voice whispers imaginary prayers to your ear and for a second you manage to smother the sadness pooling at the pit of your stomach, pants and sobs mixing sweetly in the dark of the night.

Tomura, you moan, insides clenching around nothing and his body heavy as thin air over yours. You think of his pale hands groping you, his nails raking your skin as he trusts into you and his hair feathers your collarbones between loving words and crass confessions, filling you everywhere on nothing, only your lonely heat damping the sheets.

It’s not enough to stitch back the gash his gaze carved into your heart from the moment he set eyes on you, but it’s enough to keep your priorities straight and be the ally he needs you to be. So, you do everything and a little more to make it worth, hushing the starving pang of want that keeps growing inside every corner of your body every time he talks to you, words poisoning your bones and staining your flesh, because for him you are willing to ignore the bruise over your heart before it finally cracks under the pressure of his fate, whichever be heroes dying like falling stars or him bleeding out his spite until his eyes close for good.

It doesn’t matter.

You’ll gladly follow him either way.

part 2

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #bnh fanfic #reader is a villain #kinda of #very vague #I MADE BISCUITS #angst

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