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eboyhitoshi · 1 year

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Movie Night // Denki Kaminari

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, 18+, vaginal fingering, slight exhabitionism, unprotected sex

Summary: Denki can’t help himself, even if his friends are around

Rating: Smut

Pairing: Kaminari x Reader

A/n: Hey y’all so I know I haven’t posted in like literal years, so sorry about that. But I found this in my drafts, and it was done and just kind of sitting there so here it is! I’ve been thinking about picking up writing again and hopefully doing things like this will help me give myself that kick in the butt lol.

Sharing an apartment with Denki was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. It didn’t matter how long you’d been together, he’d always surprise you somehow. You figured after high school his shenanigans would calm down but no, some of the things you’ve caught him doing were just insane.

Not to mention his weekly gatherings with all of his friends. They rotate who’s house they go to and lucky you, this week it was at you and Denki’s apartment. Thankfully they’d decided on a movie night, so nothing too chaotic was supposed to be happening. Unfortunately for you, everything is chaotic when it comes to to them.

“We’re not fucking watching that” Bakugou grunted at the movie Mina suggested.

“Dude you’ve shot down everything we’ve suggested, what the hell do you wanna watch?” Sero asked, throwing the tv remote to him. He caught it easily and started going through the movies.

“This one’s fine” Bakugou commented, stopping on some action movie. Everyone was tired of arguing with him so they just agreed.

Denki walked into the room with three large bowls of popcorn and a wide smile on his face. He handed one over to Kirishima, who was sitting on the floor in front of the recliner Bakugou was sitting in, and another to Sero and Mina who had claimed the area in front of the coffee table on the ground. He walked over to the couch, where he had you laying down comfortably under a large blanket. The bowl was placed on the coffee table in front of your face as he slipped behind you. You flipped so you were on your back and Denki was snuggled to your side. You grabbed the large plastic bowl that held your popcorn and placed it on your chest, using it as a table.

Denki propped himself up on an elbow, holding the side of his head in his palm. You turned your head toward the tv and laid against his chest.

The movie Bakugou picked actually turned out being pretty good, so there wasn’t much protest from everyone when he picked out the second movie. You’d eaten most of you and Denki’s popcorn, so the bowl was moved back to the actual table. None had really shifted around all that much, other than the occasional adjustments. You were laid in the same position as earlier, except now you had the leg further from Denki propped up.

Denki’s hand slipped under your sweatshirt to rub your stomach, something he did often. You didn’t pay him any mind as you kept watching the movie. His soft fingertips ran over your skin gently, drawing any patterns that came to his mind. He glanced around the room and saw no one was paying any attention to him, and he smirked to himself.

His hand slid down lower, fingers brushing under the hem of you pajama pants. He watched your face to see if you reacted at all, but you didn’t. He decided to slip his hand down further, over the top of your thigh. This caught your attention, making you turn your head toward him.

“Babe what are you doing?” You whispered quietly so no one else would hear. He gave you an innocent look as his hand ran up and down your thigh, slowly making its way to the inside of your leg.

“Relax baby, let me take care of you” he whispered, kissing your head softly as it was the only thing he could reach.

“All of your friends are here Denki, can we do this later?” You whispered back, sliding up so your head was level with his. He placed his lips on your jaw, slowly working down to your neck. You let out a content breath as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Mm, but I really want to now” he mumbled close to your ear. His voice made a shiver run down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I don’t wanna get caught” you answered, opening your eyes again to look at your friends. All of their attention was on the tv screen, none of them even sparing the two of you a glance.

“I guess you’ll need to be quiet then” he smirked, fingers dancing on your thigh right beside where you wanted him. He slid his middle finger down between your legs, happy to feel you were wearing a pair of lacy panties. “We’re you hoping for this tonight?” He teased, sliding your panties down as far as they’d go with your pants still on. You chewed your lower lip and shrugged as you looked at him, doe eyed. “Fuck” he muttered to himself before kissing you softly, trying to be as quiet as possible.

His middle finger found its way to your clit, pressing down on it. His fingers slowly circled your sensitive bud, making you roll your hips up into his hand. He stopped his ministrations, looking pointedly at you.

“Ah, ah princess. You can’t move around a lot either, shifty blankets catch shifty eyes” he tutted, slowly rubbing your clit once again. You sighed, trying to let your body relax into his touch while also trying to keep yourself quiet. You did your best to quietly place your bowl of popcorn onto the table in front of you, trying to let yourself relax even further as to not draw attention.

Denki dragged his middle finger down to your dripping hole, dipping it in to the first knuckle. He gathered up some of your juices and dragged them up to your clit. He rubbed your clit with newfound fervor, making your eyes roll back as you gripped onto his forearm. His fingers felt amazing but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum from the pace he was at.

“Denki please” you whines as quiet as you could into his ear.

“Please what, babe?” He feigned ignorance, just wanting to hear that you wanted him in front of all of your friends.

“Please just finger me already” you pleaded. He smirked at you and nodded, slowly dragging his fingers through your folds. He prodded two fingers at your entrance before slowly sliding them in. You screwed your eyes shut and concentrated on trying to stay quiet.

His two fingers languidly thrust in and out of your cunt, curling with every thrust. His fingertips brushed the sponges area inside of you every time, making it very difficult to suppress your sounds. Denki placed latched his lips to yours in a searing kiss to muffle the whine you let out.

“Could you guys not make out right now?” Kiri asked, making both of your toward him. Denki smirked, thrusting his fingers faster now as you looked his friend in the eyes.

“Why? You jealous bro?” He asked, making Kirishima roll his eyes.

“No but I came to watch movies, not you two making out” he retorted, turning back to the screen. Your face flushed as red as the boy’s hair at the close call. You turned to hide your face in the crook of Denki’s neck as he scissored his fingers inside of you.

“Good girl” he placed a kiss on the side of your head as he carefully curled his fingers into your g spot. “Watch the movie baby” he mumbled, placing his thumb on your clit. You obeyed him, turning your head to face the tv. With the stretch of his fingers inside of you and the feeling of his thumb against your clit, it was proving hard to keep quiet and still. When the pads of his fingers brushed that sponges spot again, you couldn’t help the small whimper that left your mouth. Bakugou turned to look over at you confusedly.

“I uh, don’t handle b-blood well” you lied, voice shaky from pleasure. Your lie only made sense because someone was just conveniently shot on the tv screen. He raised a brow at you but didn’t question it as he went back to the film.

“You getting close?” Denki whispered. You nodded quickly, gripping his forearms harder than before. He pulled his fingers out and slammed them back into you. You took the collar of your sweatshirt and bit down on it, muffling the moan that slipped from your lips. He repeated the action over and over until he had your eyes rolling back and hips trying to grind down onto his hand. “What’d I say about moving babygirl?” He asked, stilling his fingers inside of you.

“Please Denki I’m so close” you replied, ignoring his comment as you wiggled your hips around, desperate for any friction you could get. He kept his fingers motionless inside your velvety walls, not moving until you listened to him.

“Do you want all of our friends to me see me knuckle deep in your pretty cunt? You want them to see how naughty you’re being?” He asked, sliding his fingers out of you just to push them back in once again. Your eyes screwed shut as you shook your head. “Then stop moving so much” he went back to his pace before, curling his fingertips up toward your g spot with every thrust. His thumb went back to assaulting your clit, pushing you right to the edge.

You grabbed the back of his head, bringing his lips to yours to muffle your moans as you cane hard around his fingers. He smirked into your kiss, removing his fingers from your core. He pulled the blanket up all the way to your shoulders, dipping his face under it to lick his fingers clean.

“I helped you out a bit, you think you can help me?” He asked, eyes ficking down to the bulge in his pants that was pressed against your leg. You nodded shyly, making sure no one was paying attention. “Thanks babe, flip over to face the tv. When you do, slide your pants down” he commented. You did as he said, lifting your hips enough to wiggle down your pants and disguising it as you turned onto your side. Denki readjusted begins you, his own pajama bottoms down by his knees. He gave himself a few tugs before sliding his tip along your folds.

Slowly he pushed himself inside of you, placing his hand on your hip as he felt your velvety walls squeezing around him. He let out a soft sigh when he bottomed out. You shut your eyes, sucking in a silent breath.

“Shit babe, you’re so fucking tight” he whispered, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in. He started moving at a slow pace, rubbing circles on your clit as he did so.

His thrusts were shallow due to lack of space, but the nice slight curve in his cock was working wonders anyway, and paired with the tight circles he was making on your clit, you swear your vision was going white. The thrill of it all had you seeing stars, especially when Denki sent a small shock from his fingers down onto you. It took literally everything you had to not yelp out and jolt your whole body. At this point you’d already gotten close to finishing again, and it was just a matter of time before Denki had had his fill. But of course all good things have to come to an end don’t they.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Bakugou’s harsh voice broke you from your trance and made you snap back into what was happening.

“Dude what’s wrong?” Sero asked, brows furrowed. Bakugou shot a pointed look up at the couch where you and Denki were.

“Yo wait are guys fucking right now?” Kirishima piped up, a dumb grin on his face because you guys got caught, and this was hilarious to him.

Your face has never felt hotter. You were caught in the middle of a room with all of your boyfriend’s best friends, with him balls deep inside of you, and the cherry on top was Denki hadn’t stopped moving at all. And he was back there face bright red, but a dumb smile on his face too.

“What? Oh come on guys look at her, I couldn’t help it”

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moumouton4 · 7 months

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Punishment || Denki Kaminari x reader

A/n : Prompt 25 of the Smutember 2023 ( I'm really sick currently with a lot of trouble breathing and thinking, so I'm doing a lot of exams to see what the heck is happening. I'm still going to college though and trying my best to keep up with those prompts )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, punishment, hand job male!receiver, overstimulation, mention of Bakugo implicit, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1204

You knew telling him this would lead to that. You know that he is more the excited, horny kind of guy. And that’s maybe why you challenged him not to touch himself for a whole day. His eyes widened as his head whipped towards yours. He gasped audibly, shocked by what you had just told him. You were used to speak about sex but this wasn't something he was used to.

“Wait what ?!?” he shrieked “For a whole day ?!?”

You nodded, only increasing his bewilderment “Why can’t you keep it in your pants ?”

“Duh ! What kind of question is that even ?” of course he couldn't and you both clearly knew it. He, in fact, was already horny when you started speaking about it.

“What happens if I fail ?”

“Oh you’ll see” you said suggestively. Wrong choice, now he just wanted to fail to see what you were going to do to him. That evening he tried to jump your bones. You did let him, because the bet was only starting the next morning.

The day passed pretty quickly for you, not for him though. In the evening as soon as he got back to his dorm he couldn’t help it, he just had to relieve the whole tension he had in his system before he could do anything else. He thought you wouldn’t notice but you just knew better. So when he left his room, with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks, you knew he jerked off.

Smirking to yourself you made your way towards him. And seeing you coming his way he froze. Next to him you set a hand on his shoulder and kneaded it, he swallowed loudly. He tried to avert his gaze from yours because he just knew you knew. But this evening you decided to be a pain in the ass. You gave him a shit eating grin and trailed your fingers across his arm. You were intended to torture his mind a little bit before actually punish him.

And so during the whole evening you ignored him. Like you’d avoid his gaze, speak to other people, but when he would come and speak to you saying “So aren’t you a bit tired ?” or “What did you want to tell me earlier ?” to get you to follow him in your dorm to have you to himself and finally know what this was all about ( long sentence ), you would just speak as if nothing “Me ? Nah it was nothing” but he knew it was.

His legs bounced up and down during the whole movie, you decided to stay to watch. He didn’t know how the hell you could get him to get so stressed but at the same time the unknown was exciting him in a way he couldn’t have imagined. At the end of the movie, he was the one almost pushing you towards your dorms. And yes he was hard again.

Once in your dorm you locked the door and the real stuff could really start. He was so excited for that but once he understood you had him trapped there he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. The tent in his pants became even more pronounced. Though you didn’t leave him a second to do anything. You pounced on him and he screeched.

“Oh you wanted it this bad. Well then I’m going to give it to you until you’re limp” you chuckled darkly.

“Whaaaaaaat ?!?” his eyes widened.

You quickly undressed him, not that he struggled against it. Then you pushed him against the bed “Don’t move” you demanded. And he obeyed.

You rubbed your palm against his clothed bulge making him squirm under you. Then you lowered it until his erect and needy cock sprang free, the tip was already coated with pre cum making you smirk at him. Not wasting any time you started to stroke his member hard and fast. He gasped, his legs instinctively closing around your hand. he was so fucking sensitive and you loved that.

The room filled with the sounds of your hand working rhythmically on his heated skin and of course his loud as fuck moans. Not long after he came in your hand, splattering his essence all over it. But you didn’t stop just yet.

“Y-Y/n… ah I-I think you c-can- oh st-stop now” he managed to say between shuddering breaths and moans, but your grip on his shaft didn’t falter. In fact it only grew stronger.

“You should have done better earlier. I told you you were going to get punished” you snickered.

“Oh fuck !” he whimpered throwing his head back as your other hand started to fondle his still heavy balls.

“You’re so responsive Denki” you purred in his ear and he swore he could have come again right away.

After a second orgasm in a row his legs started to quiver and you had yourself to hold them apart with your own knees to be able to continue lavishing his abused cock. his cries also got louder and louder to the point his voice was echoing throughout the corridor. A chance everyone was still in the living areas watching another movie or doing whatever.

After a third orgasm, Denki’s hand shot to your arm and he looked at you with puppy dog eyes pleading with you to stop “P-please I-I c-can’t… ooh Y-Y/n ! I can’t cum anymore !” his hips bucked against your hand as if his body was seeking even more of your touch.

despite his pleadings, you decided to torture him a little long “I bet you can come one more time, can’t you ? I know you can do it. You’re a good boy, aren’t you ?”

At your words he nodded and took a deep shuddering breath, he tried to part his legs a little bit to let you finish your work. And that’s exactly what you did. Your hands stroked and squeezed his still hard length, one worked at the base while the other thumbed fervently on the swollen tip that had become redder with the friction. You knew it was only a matter of a few seconds before he would nut one more time. His hips seeked more of your touch as he screamed “I-I’m c-coming ! Oh ! I’m coming ! F-fuck !”

This time more liquid ropes of white glistening cum were spilled in your hands and onto his already soaked stomach. This time you slowed down your motions not to break the sensation all of a sudden, while his chest was heaving. After gently patting his softening cock you let it rest back against him. Your lips met his in a soft and kinda sloppy kiss as his energy seemed to have left his body.

You were about to say something snarky when suddenly you both heard loud knocks on the wall as if someone was drumming against it “You better be finished with that shit ! I’m trying to fucking sleep, you moron !”

“Fuck” Denki whispered his head hitting back against the pillow. Your eyes met a silent agreement passed between you too. You’re so doing this next time you go at it, but this time it’s Denki who wants to overstimulate you. And he already has plenty of ideas.

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uwtloml · 7 days

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— texting mha boys when you’re jealous

ft. katsuki bakugou and denki kaminari

part one, part two

crack maybe? idk

lmk what other characters u want 🤍

#mha #mha imagines #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #denki kaminari imagine #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #mha texts #mha smau #text fic #my hero academia #anime #anime fanfic

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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the friendship bracelet bombshell

wc: 4.5k

enjoy the playlist while you read

no warnings! just some good ol’ idiots to lovers, mutual pining, and the bakusquad being good friends

It all started with a friendship bracelet. This takeout-fueled, video game-interrupting downward spiral has all been caused by weaved bits of string in Denki’s favorite colors. Every time he looks at it, stewing about its implications, he wants to hurl.

He’s had a crush on you for months now, friendship gradually morphing into something more until suddenly his recently played on Spotify is filled with friends to lovers playlists and every meme on his for you page is about being in love with your best friend. And Denki can’t help it, really he can’t. You’re so warm, so kind, that he felt drawn to you from the very beginning. Now he stares at the bracelet on his wrist, a flurry of unanswered questions and what-ifs swirling through his mind. He’s doomed.

“Sero,” Denki whines, head tipped back against the couch and body slumped into the cushions. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

As Denki’s (other) best friend, Sero has heard it all, has been with Denki through every phase of his crush on you. In the mushy stage, Denki couldn’t go two seconds without fixing you with this disgusting, starry-eyed, lovesick look (He still can’t, and Sero doesn’t hesitate to remind him of this fact), complimenting you any chance he got. The pining stage quickly followed. A non-stop thrill ride of yearning and late-night phone calls where Sero endured waxed poetic about how badly Denki wanted to date you or how you’d brushed hands on your walk to the café down the street from your apartment. The final, and most miserable, phase of them all is something Sero lovingly calls the insecurity phase. Any confidence that Sero thought Denki had has disappeared in the wake of the uncertainty and unresolved feelings that crushes often bring. The result has been catastrophic, with Denki second-guessing every smile and every text. Sero firmly believes that this damn friendship bracelet is the beginning of the end. A bomb is about to go off, and he’s sitting at the point of impact, a PlayStation controller in one hand and his phone in the other.

Denki’s in love with you, that much is nauseatingly clear, and if he knew even half the gossip that Mina has so graciously supplied over the last month, he’d know you feel the same. It’s amazing, Sero thinks as he steels his nerves to deal with more of Denki’s whining, how two people can be so utterly clueless.

“What am I supposed to do now? This is the last straw, the final nail in the coffin! I think I might just die.”

Sero stares longingly at the looping menu screen on the TV, desperately wishing they could go back to the game. How did he even end up here? “You know this doesn’t mean they don’t like you, right?”

Denki’s head snaps up from the back of the couch, betrayal setting firmly across his face. “It’s a friendship bracelet, Hanta. It’s in the name!” He emphasizes the word friendship with a flourish of the offending bracelet, waggling it in Sero’s direction.

Despite the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface, Sero knows he needs to approach this situation with the utmost delicacy, lest Denki start to spiral even further. “Denki,” he says calmly, though he can’t stop a sigh from escaping his lips. “Dude, relax. I’ve told you a million times that I think they like you back.”

Sero’s phone buzzes in his hand, and he spares a glance to check the notification.

< mina: these two are idiots 🙄 >

< sero: you’re telling me >

“Well, did they tell you that?”

The question pulls Sero away from his phone. “Huh?” Well, you told Mina and Mina told him, so…. Kind of? Sero can’t tell Denki that, though. “I mean no, but their crush on you is about as obvious as yours is on them.”

“If I mess this up by telling them when I don’t know for sure,” There’s a serious edge to Denki’s tone that makes the other man shudder, “then I can kiss our friendship goodbye.” A beat of silence, and then, “And I’m not willing to do that. I just- I’m just not.”

A train ride away, your night is going much the same way, lamenting over the grave mistake you call a friendship bracelet. The incident with the bracelet has loomed over every conversation Mina has had with you over the last week. She’s heard it all — the worries about punting Denki directly into the friend zone, the plan to give everyone a bracelet to make things less awkward (She shut that down almost as quickly as the words left your mouth). She has one of your hands in her own, trying and failing to paint your nails. You talk with your hands, especially when you’re stressed, and it’s making her job that much harder.

“Mina, what if I just completely friendzoned him? I mean, it’s in the name.”

“Then tell him how you feel! Clear the air, ya know?”

You huff, almost offended. “Well, I can’t do that!”

When your hand comes to rest on the table, much like a tiger awaiting its prey, Mina pounces. She locks your hand in her own, nail polish brush poised in the other. She refuses to tell you the obvious, refuses to just spit out that the poor blonde is disgustingly, embarrassingly down bad for you; that’s for you to find out on your own, but this back and forth game is getting exhausting. What more coaxing could she and Sero possibly do? She wonders, briefly, if you and Denki are simply doomed to be clueless, lovesick morons for the rest of your days, pining after one another until one of you dies (or gets over it, whichever comes first). But, being the hopeless romantic she is, Mina can't resign herself to the fact that maybe it won’t work out after all. She’ll coax and prod until her throat runs dry if she has to. And, if the situation gets truly desperate, she’ll just tell you Denki’s in love with you. Plain and simple. She’d like for that to come from him, though, so for now, she’ll bite her tongue.

Mina swipes the color (a shade of yellow that looks suspiciously like a certain electrified hero’s hair) along your nail. “Why not?”

“I-, I don’t wanna fuck it up, ya know?”

The pink-haired girl nods, listening intently.

“If I tell him, and it goes poorly, then he won’t want to be my friend anymore, and that’s, like, the worst possible outcome.”

Mina blinks at you like she’s in disbelief that someone could be so dumb. “You and Denki are friends, right? Like, good friends?”

You nod hesitantly. The two of you are good friends, best friends even, though the radio silence you’ve endured over the last few days thanks to that bracelet don’t exactly reflect that sentiment. Denki makes you feel heard, seen in ways you’re convinced you’ve never experienced before. He’s a shoulder to cry on, someone to confide in. You think about the late nights spent giggling at your phones in the darkness of your bedroom, about the photos throughout your camera roll of the two of you, smiling or pulling goofy poses or being close, emotionally and physically. Yes, you think as an ache settles in your joints. Good friends.

She stops what she’s doing to pin you beneath her signature judgmental gaze, one you’ve only seen directed at Kirishima for his taste in shoes or Denki for his impulsive decisions. The sight of it fixed on you for once sends a shiver down your spine. “So explain to me why something like this would ever make him not want to be your friend.”

“What if he thinks I’m weird? What if it makes things more awkward than they already are?”

A comment slips past her lips about Denki being the last person allowed to judge anyone else for being weird before her expression softens. “Baby, you know I love you, and I’m only saying this because I do, okay?” She waits for you to nod before adding, “But you’re dense if you think Denki would treat you any differently for that.”

Your friend watches you think over her words, like you’re examining and picking them apart in your brain. You sigh, hand going limp in her hold. “I know.” The apartment stills, silence only filled with the playlist Mina has on shuffle. You refuse to meet her gaze when you tell her, “I’m just... scared.”

Mina frowns. “It’s okay to be scared. Love is kinda scary, but I think you owe it to yourself, and Denki, to do something about it.” She rubs a thumb over your knuckles, and you feel lucky to have such supportive friends. “I hate seeing you upset.”

“Let’s just,” you deflate, focusing on the bottles of nail polish lined up in front of you, “forget about it for tonight, okay?”

She nods, and goes back to painting. When she’s done, and with your nails now dry enough that you can use your hands again, the two of you have a true, veg out sleepover night, watching videos and eating snacks to your hearts’ content. That night, you fall asleep with your head on Mina’s shoulder, some shitty comedy playing out on the TV in front of you.

< mina: we need to do something about this >

Sero’s response is immediate, a text with a photo attached of Denki morosely fiddling with the strings on his guitar.

< sero: agreed. >

“We could…” Mina taps her foot, chin resting in her hand as she thinks over a potential course of action. “lock them in a closet?”

“That’s too close to kidnapping for my taste.” Sero fires back, dunking a fry in some ketchup.

“Ooo,” Kirishima lights up, “we could set up a mistletoe!”

“Mmm, that’s good!”

“It’s not even December.” Sero adds, tone deadpan.

An annoyed groan brings the conversation to a grinding halt. “What does it matter anyway? Let the two idiots pine.”

“But Bakugou,” Mina complains petulantly, “they’re so in love it hurts.”

“That shit’s none of my business.”

“But they’re our friends, remember?”

Kirishima smirks, knowing just how to push the blond’s buttons to get him in on the action. “And if we help them get together, they won’t be annoying about the pining anymore.”

Bakugou scoffs. “Then they’ll just be an annoying couple.”

“Which is worse?”

A hush falls over the table as Bakugou considers his options. The two of you have been so goddamn annoying the past few months, stewing over your crushes and making it everyone else’s problem. But he knows if you get together, the pining will just turn to... mush, and then he’ll have to watch your honeymoon phase in full technicolor. At least, he thinks, the two of you would be happy then.

He throws his hands up, fork clattering across the table with the force of it, a scowl pulling his brows together. “Damn it. Fine, the pining is worse.”

“Okay,” Sero interjects, “so what’s the plan?”

The plan is a simple, and stupid, one. One only a group of desperate friends could come up with.

On Thursday night, the four of them light up the group chat with frantic texts about movie night and pizzas (and brownies, Kirishima adds excitedly) on Saturday. And then they wait. They wait for the two of you to agree, for Denki to offer up his apartment as the hangout spot — he’s the one with the best TV (and the comfiest couch), after all. They wait for the pieces to fall into place, for the two of you to back yourselves into hanging out with the promise of your entire friend group there as a buffer.

And then, as conspiring friends do, they each perfectly craft their excuses to back out.

< sero: oh no i totally forgot i have patrol on saturday >

That afternoon, another text comes in.

< mina: you guyysss i told kyoka and ochako i’d see that new movie with them... i committed weeks ago 😓 >

Then on Saturday, another.

< kirishima: stuck at the agency doing paperwork 😩 >

And Bakugou, ever the wordsmith, puts the final nail in the coffin

< bakugou: I can’t make it. >

You deflate with each text as it comes in, dread seeping in and tainting the excitement that had been buzzing beneath your skin over the last few days. You text Mina, suspecting that this was her doing, that she’d pulled strings and got everyone in on the scheme to make a fool out of you. She assures you, half-heartedly, that she had nothing to do with it. It was all coincidence.

And on Saturday night as you stand in your kitchen, eyeing the freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter top, you sigh.

< hey! i know everyone bailed, but do you still wanna hang? >

You so desperately want Denki to say no, so you stare at the chat until the three little dots signifying that he’s typing pop up — as if staring will force his refusal into existence. But Denki, poor, sweet, innocent Denki, can never say no to you.

< denki: i’m still down if you are! i’ve got pizza waiting on the counter :-) >

So with a sigh, you allow the cookies to cool before you plop them all in a container and make your way down to the train.

You’ve made the trek to Denki’s apartment so many times that the familiar path sends you into autopilot, allowing you to shut your brain off, if only for a moment. You walk down the street five blocks, take the train three stops, then head up a few blocks from the station and you’re there. Snapping back into reality only when your fist raises to rap against his door, you barely have time to breathe before you see him.

The moment the door opens you’re met with Denki — his hair tousled and eyes a little sleepy. It’s disarmingly cute, and you have to stop yourself from admitting as much. You notice, much to your amusement, that one pant leg sits higher than the other, exposing his mismatched socks. The sleeves of his sweatshirt hang over his fingers. God, you’re fucked.

Unbeknownst to you, Denki is thinking much the same thing. Seeing you, all cuddled up in your comfy clothes, a container of cookies in hand, unlocks something deep in the back of his brain. Something he’s been trying so hard to just ignore. Your cheeks are pink from the cold, hair a little messy from the breeze outside, and when you smile, Denki’s heart stutters in his chest. God, he’s so screwed.

It takes a second for him to find his footing, but when he does, he spits out, “C’mon in! The pizza’s getting cold.” As you toe off your shoes and shrug out of your jacket, he lingers by the door, weight shifting nervously. “It’s um- it’s nice to see you. I feel like we haven’t hung out just the two of us in forever!”

The comment disarms you, and you’re thankful your back is to him. Your heart hammers in your chest. You’ve been avoiding him, and he’s noticed. Sending that text was a mistake. Your voice is bright, airy, as you reply, “I know right!”

As you move into the kitchen, stealing a slice of pizza before collapsing on his couch, he adds, “I was honestly a little surprised you texted. I thought the whole thing was gonna be off.” He chuckles awkwardly when he sinks into the cushions beside you.

You shrug, a smile lifting your lips at the corners without thinking. “Well, I couldn’t miss an opportunity to see you.” You risk a glance in Denki’s direction to find he’s smiling too, his cheeks a pretty pink color. “And besides, who can say no to pizza?”

Around a mouthful of the food in question, he replies, “You know I can’t.”

Conversation flows easily, harmlessly, between you as you eat, and for a moment you trick yourself into thinking everything is normal, that you don’t have an annoyingly big crush on your best friend. That is, until he gingerly takes the plate from your grasp and throws it away for you. He flicks off the kitchen light and the living room falls into darkness.

“Hold on, I’ll-” he turns on the string lights that sit behind the couch. “How’s that?”

The incessant thumping of your heart travels into your ears and your face feels warm as he joins you on the couch again. You’re making it awkward, you know you are. You can feel it in the way your body stiffens when his fingers just barely brush against the outside of your thigh. You’ve been in this exact situation a million times before — on the couch in close proximity to Denki, the room bathed in the soft glow of the lights he’d so meticulously strung up — so why, now, does it all have to be so hard? So overwhelming? In a way, you wish things were different. You don’t want to tell Denki, not really, but the pressure of your unspoken feelings is starting to crush you.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah!” You force a smile, “All good.”

Denki’s unimpressed. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”

You sigh, defeated. “Yeah.”

“Sooo,” he prompts, bumping his knee into yours. “What’s on your mind?”

“Have you ever liked someone so much you feel like you can’t be normal about it? Like, at all?”

Yes. Fuck yes. About you, Denki thinks. “Yeah,” he responds casually, slinging an arm across the back of the couch. “I think I know what you mean.”

“There’s this guy…” Denki’s heart sinks, but he says nothing. “... and I feel like I really messed up, ya know?”

He hangs onto your every word, nodding along as if he’s hearing a sacred secret. In a way, to him, he is.

“Like, we’re really good friends, and I like him so much, but I just-” Your hand flops helplessly into your lap. “I don’t know what to do.”

Denki speaks before he can tell himself to zip it. “Any guy would be lucky to have you! I mean-” A hand comes up to nervously rub at the nape of his neck. His cheeks flush scarlet. “You’re just… you’re great. And he’d be an idiot if he couldn’t see that.” After a beat of silence and despite the ache in his chest, Denki smiles and forces out, “You should tell him!”

You fiddle with the friendship bracelet on your own wrist, and Denki realizes that the pattern matches his own. He feels like he’s running a marathon with the way his heart thunders against his ribcage, with how much adrenaline pumps through his veins.

“I kind of already did.”

You’re adorably sheepish, and Denki’s mind struggles to catch up. He searches your face for an answer, and when he doesn’t find one, you supply, “Denki, it’s you.”

“Oh. Oh?” His brows furrow in disbelief, and his head tilts to one side. He whispers, “Me?” A finger points at his own chest.

“You.” You tell him resolutely. “It’s been driving me crazy.”

With the sweet, sweet confirmation that Sero has been right all along (Denki does not want to hear him say I told you so), Denki splits into a grin. Firing your own words back at you, he replies, “I haven’t been normal about you in months.”

“Months?”

“The friendship bracelet did me in.” He admits. “I felt like I was making one of those detective boards with all the red strings. I’d liked you for months and then you tied the bracelet on me and all I could think was, ‘Damn, I really hope they didn’t just friend zone me.’”

You open your mouth, both to speak and to gape at him like a fish fighting for air, but he cuts you off.

“Not that being friend zoned is bad or anything. I love being your friend, like, a lot, but like-”

You facepalm. “Denki, I was so thoroughly convinced that you thought that I’d friend zoned you. You should’ve heard my rants to Mina. I thought making everyone a bracelet would’ve made it better.”

Denki shakes his head. “I think that would’ve actually killed me.”

You look at him, really look at him and despite the embarrassment of how long, how drawn out, all of this was, you can’t help but giggle. “We really are the group idiots, huh?”

He sighs, a chuckle of his own ringing through the air to match yours. “I think this proves it.”

Fiddling with the fabric of the cuff of your hoodie, Denki can’t seem to force out the one question that lingers on the tip of his tongue.

“What is it?” You ask affectionately, your hand closing over his. “You look so… pensive all of a sudden.”

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, testing the water. His tone is so unlike him, so quiet and unsure like he’s afraid, after everything, you’ll pull the rug from under him. Like you’ll deny him, even now. “Please?”

And despite the mounting nerves that settle in your lungs and the tingling feeling in the tips of your fingers, you nod. “Yeah.”

Denki’s hands are soft, tentative where they curl around your hip and settle on your jaw. Silence swirls in the air for a heartbeat, and then two, before he’s leaning in. You’re so shocked, so wrapped up in how much has changed in only a few minutes' time, that when his lips finally press to yours, it takes you a moment to react. It’s chaste, a featherlight touch of skin against skin, and when you manage to finally scramble enough brain cells together to kiss back, Denki’s head tilts, he presses closer. He smiles against your lips as the hands on your skin curl tighter, pulling you in. You’re chest to chest, your hands fisted into the plush material of his hoodie, when a moan, light and airy, unceremoniously leaves your mouth. In an instant, embarrassment floods each of your senses, and you’re left with your eyes wide and face feeling too hot. Your lungs heave as you fight the urge to hide your face in your hands.

“Oh my god.” Your heart is hammering as you look at him. “Don’t- I didn’t-” You can’t explain the sound away; you know you can’t. A sound like that can never truly be unheard. God, you want to die. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. Oh my god.”

Denki’s cheeks are pink as his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips. “I can’t. I won’t. It’s in my brain forever.”

“Well, take it out!”

“I can’t!” He smirks, one hand mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, as if to soothe your bruised ego. It’s not working. “Not when I’ve been practically dying to hear a sound like that from you for, like, ever now.”

Your face burns even more at the admission and you groan, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. “Just, please, stop talking. For the sake of my mental health.”

“I didn’t even really do anything,” Denki muses, facial expression dipping into something more pensive as he replays the moment in his brain. Yup, definitely never letting that sound go.

“Denki,” you plead, “cut it out.”

A hand runs down the expanse of your back and up again. Up and down. Up and down. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop.”

You can feel his lips curl against the crown of your head. You know you won’t live this down for a long time, if ever. Your eyes clench shut as you inwardly cringe at the thought. Great. A kiss to your hair distracts you enough to pull your head from his neck, forcing you to look at him fully.

Denki’s grin is boyish, like the cat that got the cream, as he examines you carefully, eyes flickering to each of your features before finally, resolutely, he kisses the tip of your nose. “Is it too early to tell you I love you? Too cheesy?”

You hum, eyes closing as his palm rests against the apple of your cheek. “We’ve been saying we love each other for years.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth either. Those I love you’s had been laden with unspoken confessions and platonic affection as of late, morphing their meanings into something different, something with more weight.

“Fine,” he relents, kissing your other cheek. “Then can I tell you I’m in love with you? Is that okay?”

You think for a moment. You think about the tender way he holds you, the way he’s always held you. You reflect on the times he’d dried your tears or led you home to safety after a night of drinking, his hand in yours. You think about the sweet, delicate way he says your name, how he looks at you as if you’re the only person in any room.

You think about Denki, everything that he is and everything he will be, and you decide, voice resolute and eyes blinking open to take in the full vision of his face. “Yes,” Your hand comes to rest over his and you squeeze his fingers, “but only if I can say it, too.”

Denki attacks your face in kisses with big, exaggerated smacking sounds, leaving wet kiss marks all over the skin of your forehead, across each of your cheeks. Your giggles fill the room, and they only seem to spur him on, smooching you even more fervently. He guides you back onto the cushions of the couch and when he pulls away, your ribs ache from how much you’ve been laughing. Your cheeks hurt from your splitting grin.

He presses one final kiss to that grin, one of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. He’s barely moved an inch when, for the first time, he mumbles, “I’m in love with you.”

You don’t hesitate to say it back.

And as you finally tuck into the couch, cuddled close together as a couple this time, Denki’s arm curls around your shoulders. When you reach up to hold his hand, you stop to inspect the friendship bracelet that started this whole mess. You trace the pad of your finger over its tiny ridges before you lace your fingers together.

“Should we tell the others?” Denki asks as the movie’s title pops on screen.

“Nah,” you tell him, squishing your cheek into his shoulder. “We can tell ‘em in the morning.”

The next morning, when you venture to the breakfast place down the street, you send a selfie in the group chat. Denki is crowding your space, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. You’re giggling. It’s clear the air between you has changed. Something has shifted.

< denki: i beat the friend zone allegations once and for all!!!!! >:) >

And with a chorus of finally’s sounding off in the chat, Denki kisses you again, ready to devour some pancakes with his best friend.

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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🖤⚡️alternative/punk!bf denki w/ his black gf

...who

(they are 3rd years)

◇loves to push her hair away from her neck and kiss it and her ears. loves to just touch her ears and neck randomly.

◇will grab her hair and make a makeshift ponytail while fucking doggy style, getting head, or kissing her neck.

◇wears black rings made of smooth, cold marble. found them at HT, along with an entire pack of over 100 rubber wristbands in all different colors with different sayings on them.

◇wears his hair back in a little ponytail sometimes (likes when she pulls it when he's giving her head❤️)

◇drives with his hand gripping the very bottom middle of the steering wheel. pretty ass hands with those rings and wrist bands👅

◇ is a total pokemon nerd. nicknames for each other : Pikachu and (fav Pokemon). played Pokémon Go religiously when it came out. plays all the games on his Switch. will definitely ask her to prom with a pokeball and roses. "I Choose You"

◇will finger her from the back with two fingers, rubbing his rings against her clit to get her super wet. pushes them insanely deep and cups her pussy with his palm.

◇has long thin fingers with prominent veins running alongside them. look pretty when wrapped around her neck or pushed to the hilt inside her pussy.

◇super supportive boyfriend. always hypes her up and does Tik Tok dances/trends with her.

◇makes sure she wears her bonnet before bed and will put it back on for her if it slips off during the night. 🥺

◇is interested in her hobbies/daily routines. will sit like a puppy and watch her apply makeup. never tells her she doesn't need it because if she wants to, she can and it just enhances her beauty anyway 💗

◇likes to play in her skincare products and then pouts when he gets told off

◇both are very afraid of the dark and he will panic despite having a quirk that can produce light.

◇gf hates horror movies and games, but plays horror games IN THE DARK then needs cuddles from her when they get too realistic and he can't sleep in his own room cuz he's scared.

◇gf will lay up with him all day while he plays video games with the boys. lays on his back, too and watches, even helps by letting him know where the enemies are that he can't see. watches his blind spots.

◇has definitely gotten head and then fucked her during game night with the mic on mute.

◇grabs her ass unconsciously out of pure habit. likes to press his crotch against it whenever theyre standing really close, especially while she's in her school skirt and no one is paying attention.

◇will put his hand up her skirt in the front or back when he wants some. pulls her to the locker room or utility closet.

◇loves to pick her up and have her legs wrap around him.

◇wears t-shirts, basketball shorts, socks, and athletic slides when relaxing.

◇dresses in mostly black and yellow. plaid, flannel, ripped jeans, cargo pants/shorts, platform Converse, Vans, studded belts, chokers, and bracelets. dangling earrings.

◇buys her cute jewelry and accessories (especially anklets, so he can watch them dangle by her ears when they're fucking). bought her one with his initials and a little lightning bolt on it.

◇has piercings; eyebrow, tongue, snakebites, tongue frenulum, septum, earlobes.

◇whispers in her ear "how do you want it?" before they start having sex. gentleman. 😌

◇sits in the nail shop with her and even helps choose colors/designs.

◇djs on the weekends as a side gig to make money and also works at Pizza Hut. she tags along to his gigs for moral support.

◇has definitely given her and her friends free pizza and will randomly show up at her house to give her pizza and other treats. made her a heart-shaped pizza on Valentine's Day and delivered it dressed as Cupid.

◇is very musically talented. can play bass guitar, keyboard, and drums. sings, raps, writes music, and of course dj's. can dj with old school turn tables. uses his MacBook to create his own mixes.

◇was actually very shy about approaching her at first. he flirts a lot but only to girls he doesn't really have a strong attraction to.

◇lets her paint his nails black. keeps them very neat and dies inside when they chip. immediately goes to her for a "fill-in".

◇dated Ibara Shiozaki and Reiko Yanagi from class B (not at the same time). neither relationship lasted long.

◇HAS BRACES. they're black. embarrassed of them, but all the girls in class say they make him look cute. gf adores them. punched a dude in the face for calling him Braceface.

◇plays music while gf sings. these sessions are usually late at night and are very therapeutic for them.

◇is sweet, kind, hard-working, loves his gf and spoils her and she him.

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞?

Summary: Denki has what he thinks is a foolproof plan to confess to you, until Bakugo accidentally spills the beans and messes up the whole plan. But maybe it isn’t that bad, maybe Denki can still find a way to give you a not-so-perfect confession even with this minor setback.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food, a tiny bit of angst but not really

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 2k

- You glared playfully at Shoto from where he sat directly next to you as he swiped a small bite from your lunch, giggling after a moment as he grinned thankfully at you and shoved the bite into his mouth

- You had long known of the boy’s habit of taking bites from others’ lunches, as he enjoyed sharing food, and had given him permission to take from your lunch whenever he wanted ages ago, but it was still fun to tease him every once in a while

- The loud noise of chatter throughout your long cafeteria table was just as loud that day as it always was, as the majority of class 1-A all being seated at one extended lunch table was bound to cause noise. You weren’t exactly known for being a quiet bunch, and you had gotten used to the chaos that surrounded you every lunch hour long ago

- As you swiped a drink from Shoto’s water bottle in return for the bite he had taken from your food, you allowed your thoughts to drift, Izuku’s rambling about his newest upgrade to his suit fading to the back of your mind as you allowed yourself to get lost in thought

- Your peace didn’t last long, however, as another of your typical lunch companions immediately began chatting with you the moment he took a seat next to you

- Typically Denki took the seat across from you, but you didn’t really notice his change of seating as you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and directed your attention towards what he was saying

- “Y/n, you should see how much better I’ve gotten at the guitar!” Denki exclaimed, eyes sparkling in excitement as he spoke. “Jirou’s been giving me lessons since the school festival, and now I’m able to play a bunch of songs!”

- “That's awesome Denki! I’m shocked at how much work you put into this, I didn’t think you were particularly passionate about music.” You congratulated your friend, eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion as he swung an arm around your shoulder

- You could feel your face beginning to heat up at the affectionate gesture, your small crush on your friend attempting to surface, but you reminded yourself that Denki was generally very affectionate and flirty as you forced yourself to relax and ignore the fluttering in your stomach at the physical affection in order to listen to him

- “I didn’t either, I guess I just didn’t realize how fun the guitar could be.” He responded without thinking. “You should stop by my dorm after classes today, there’s this song I learned that I wanna show you!” he added, lightly using his arm to hug you closer to him for a second as he grinned at you

- Once again your brain grew flustered at the thought that you were going to be alone with him, heart fluttering at the thought, but you forced yourself to remain as neutral as possible as you nodded at him in nervous excitement

- “Sounds good, we can just walk to your dorm together after our last class.” You suggested, Denki immediately agreeing with a “Sounds like a plan!” A light blush dusted his cheeks once he realized how quickly he had responded, though, allowing his arm to fall from your shoulder as he suddenly turned his attention to his food and began eating

- “Kaminari, good to see you’re still alive man!” Kirishima chuckled as he sat down across from the boy in question. “I really don’t know how you managed to make it past Bakugo and live to tell the tale.”

- You turned your attention to the red-haired boy at his statement, glancing questioningly at Denki before turning to ask Kirishima what he was talking about. “Oh god, what did he do to piss off Bakugo this time?”

- This wasn’t a particularly uncommon occurrence between Denki and Katsuki, but you still found yourself curious as to what antics they had gotten up to this time

- Despite his slight embarrassment at the incident being discussed in front of everyone, however, Denki took this conversation as yet another opportunity to get closer to you, locking eyes with yours as he caught your attention to tell his story

- “I was just up early this morning, had some stuff I needed to take care of while he was making breakfast.” Denki told you, deflecting the details while still keeping your attention on him. “He likes being the first one up in the mornings, says it’s his ‘alone time’, but I needed some help from him and he was not happy about it.”

- As if on cue, the ashy blonde man in question came storming into the cafeteria with a near-murderous look in his eyes, making it over to Denki before he even had time to turn around and notice Bakugo stalking towards him

- “Hey asshole, don’t think I’m done with you just because you ran away before I could finish with you earlier!” He boomed, Denki’s face going pale as he laughed nervously. He glanced at you, half in embarrassment and half in a plea for help, before returning his gaze to Bakugo in hopes of not making the man any more angry by ignoring him

- "Why don’t you cut him some slack dude, just this once?”Kirishima tried to mediate, always the one to have to calm his explosive best friend down. “I know you like having the mornings to yourself, but is it really that big of a deal that Denki was there too for one day?”

- “It is when he makes a gigantic fucking mess all over the kitchen! That idiot doesn’t know how to bake to save his life, he kept asking me for help and trying to guilt me by saying shit like, ‘My confession will totally fail if you don’t help me out dude!’” Bakugo mocked Denki’s voice as he spoke, but by the end of his small rant nobody was focused on him or his anger anymore

- Everyone was staring with wide eyes at the now incrdibly flushed Denki, who was looking at the floor as if he wanted it to swallow him whole in that moment

- “...Ah shit, I didn’t realize they were here.” Katsuki grumbled out after a moment, the closest to an apology for exposing him in front of everyone that Denki knew he would ever get from his friend as a guilty, embarrassed flush spread on Katsuki's cheeks

- Nobody spoke for a moment, as none of you knew what to say to break the awkwardness and tension that had settled over your entire table at Bakugo’s words

- You had frozen in your seat beside the blonde boy who was now the center of everyone’s attention immediately upon hearing the word “confession” fall from Bakugo’s mouth, your heart breaking slightly as you realized that clearly Denki liked someone a lot, and had plans to confess to them today

- You really had thought that the two of you were getting closer, that you were making progress in your relationship with him. He had invited you to his dorm later to watch him play the guitar, he wanted to spend time with you! You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, that meant he was starting to like you too

- But based on what Bakugo had said, clearly he already had someone in his heart, and you doubted that someone was you

- The two of you weren’t very close up until recently. You had always been friendly with one another, as was almost everyone in your class, but Denki had only started approaching you more and chatting with you recently, causing you to quickly develop a crush on him when he was most likely just trying to be nice and friendly with his fellow classmate

- So, as you took a moment to accept the fact that you most likely weren't going to hear your name fall from his lips at your next question, you opened your mouth to speak as you hoped to seem like a supportive friend, to still hang on to the friendship you had started to build with the boy even though your feelings weren’t reciprocated

- “Who were you gonna confess to?” You asked gently, trying to hide any hint of sadness in your voice as each of your classmates’ gazes immediately shifted over to you. “Even if it won’t be a surprise, I’m sure they’d still be glad to know. You can still do a sweet confession even without surprising someone, especially if you went through the time to bake them something.”

- “Well, uh…” Denki started, having a hard time meeting your eyes and scratching the back of his neck as he spoke. “What if I told you… that it was you?”

- You were once again left without any words upon hearing Denki’s confession, heat flooding your face entirely as your jaw dropped open and you stared at him in awe

- “I know we didn’t really start talking until recently, but I’ve liked you since our first day at UA. You just made me really nervous, usually I’m pretty good at talking to girls but I felt like I would just make a fool out of myself if I went up to you, so it took me a while to work up the courage to talk to you.”

- You couldn’t believe that Denki had had his eye on you since the very first time you had met, heartbeat picking up in your chest as you relished in the fact that you made him nervous

- “I got up early to bake you these cookies and everything, I figured we could share them in my dorm later.” He admitted, Bakugo shifting guiltily where he stood behind Denki. “That’s why I asked you to come over, I had it all planned out but I guess it wasn’t meant to happen that way."

- "So I’ll just ask you now. Will you go out with me?” He spoke one last time before gulping anxiously, letting the weight of his confession hang in the air amongst your classmates as he awaited your response.

- From the look in Denki’s eyes you could tell that he was expecting you to reject him, to let him down easy as the whole class was watching and that you two would most likely never talk again, the awkwardness between you too unbearable to suffer through

- But when a shy smile made its way on your face, fidgeting with your fingers as you met his gaze, he felt hope swell in his chest

- “I’d love to!” You finally exclaimed after realizing that this was actually happening, wrapping your arms around the boy and burying your face in his shoulder as he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, still not quite believing that you had actually said yes

- “I can’t believe you’d wake up early just for me, I know you hate cooking and waking up early. I’m honored that you’d go through all of that for me.” You grinned, pulling back to show Denki you were sincere with your thanks and your response to his confession

- “I know, I know. It was a pretty great plan if I do say so myself.” Denki gloated, confidence returning now that you had accepted his confession. “But you’re a pretty amazing person, Y/n, of course I had to pull out all the stops for someone like you.”

- You only grew shyer at the boy’s compliments, hiding your face in your hands for a moment as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang aloud throughout the cafeteria. You could see the way all of your friends were grinning at the two of you, happy that you had finally gotten together, and felt your heart swell with happiness at the moment you were in

- “Come on, babe.” Denki said, playing up the pet name as he reached his hand out to help you out of your seat and link your fingers together. “I’ll walk you to class.”

- “Denki, we’re going to the same class.” You giggled, silently nodding your head at Bakugo to show your thanks to him for his hand in this whole situation, even if he had never planned on getting involved. He looked away immediately at the gesture, but the barely there smirk across his face gave away that deep down, he was happy for the two of you despite his previous anger at your new boyfriend

- “So?” Denki simply replied, swinging your linked arms back and forth between the two of you as he walked with a lovestruck grin plastered across his face. “By the way, you’re still coming to my dorm after class right? I had this romantic song I was gonna play, and I still wanna show it to you! And I can’t eat all those cookies alone!”

- “Of course, Sparky. This can be our first date!” You replied, the pet name falling from your lips with ease as the two of you made your way to your next class together, hand-in-hand and smiling like lovesick fools

Request - @cosmicgeohoe said: Hello! Could I get a possibly one shot with Denki having a crush on reader and he wants to spend time with them? My specific idea is he gets really clingy, and he just accidentally blurts out that he likes them- I thought this would be a cool idea, do with it, what you please!

A/N: This was the last piece of writing I started working on before I took my hiatus last year, so I’m happy to finally have this completed! It was a really cute fluffy request, and I hope you guys enjoy it because I think it came out really cute and sweet! My requests are open right now, and I now have a request list linked in my navigation for you guys to see all the requests I’ve received as of now (that I try to update at least once a day so it stays up-to-date!) so if you have any requests, feel free to send them my way :)

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Sometimes, you can get that sweet spot with Kaminari, in between his first awakening blinks for the day and his first burst of energy that comes with it.

It’s when you’re up, watching his face occasionally twitch as he sleeps soundly; there’s a line of drool that wants to dribble from his lips. His leg is hooked over your waist, arms looped around your chest as he smooshes as close as he can to your warmth, and he just looks so innocent as he sleeps, his eyelashes resting against his flushed cheeks.

One of your fingers delicately brush his messy locks of hair from his face, and he licks his lips and burrows closer to you and your touch, “‘m… need b’kfast s’ndwich,” he mumbles, but you don’t know if it’s to you or something in his dream. You giggle softly and watch him snore for just a little bit longer.

But when you debate leaving to fulfill his wishes, gently moving to slip from his arms, he grunts and tightens his hold on you, you happily accept that you’re not going anywhere until he wakes up.

Not that you would have it any other way.

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Take Care of It Myself - Kaminari x Reader Pt.2

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Part one

1779 words

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, yelling

+ You have left UA and gave your seat in the class to someone else. No one but the teachers know you're leaving until Denki finds a letter from you. When he comes down to the Class in a frantic, Denki finds out from Kiri why you. That you heard him and broke you trust for him. But maybe there is still hope?

Y/N's POV

The rain was pouring outside. The smell was soothing but why does it always seem to rain when things go to shit. I was sitting on my window seal with the window open. I sighed, setting my head on my knees while twirling my hand through the rain drops.

"Pretty." I muttered. I had been home for a few days and my mood was still shifty. Aizawa and All Might were beyond confused when I told them I wanted to drop out.

*Flashback*

"What?!" They both asked loudly. Aizawa flew out of his chair.

"Why? I mean..." Aizawa walked around his desk. "I can't really stop you if that is what you want but what happened to cause this?" He asked.

"Well..." I took a big breath. "We all know that I have anxiety and social problems. I thought I could get past it and learn how to balance it. But I can't."

"Miss L/N..." All Might spoke up.

"Please, it's alright. I knew becoming a hero was a long shot. I honestly didn't think I would make it this far. I am so thankful for the opportunity you have given me. But I would rather someone who I know will be great in this class in my place."

"Alright." Aizawa sat against his desk. "Have you spoken with anyone about this? Your mother? Kaminari?"

"Kaminari and I are not speaking as of right now. I did speak with my mother and she wants what is best for me. To me, leaving is what's best." The men shared a look.

"If that is what you want, we will honor your decision. We'll start the paperwork, and you should go start packing."

"Yes, thank you." I went to leave. "And please do give my spot to Shinsou. He's been working so hard to get here. He really deserves this."

*End*

I had my room packed up before the end of the day. I didn't leave until the next day after everyone else went to class. I wrote a short letter to Denki and stuck it in a box of his things. I can only imagine what his reaction was when he found the box. Arizawa said he wasn't going to announce it until the drop out was official.

"Honey. Lunch is ready." I heard my mother call.

"Okay." I got up and closed the window. I checked my buzzing phone and saw Denki. The only person I've responded to from class is Kiri. He told me the class went nuts when they found out I left.

* A few days ago *

It wasn't announced by Aizawa but the whole class knew something was up. You never missed class. No one had any idea until Kaminari came down from his room in tears.

"Y/N is gone! They dropped out!"

"What?" A collective uproar took over the class.

"What are you going on about Dunce face?" Bakugou snapped.

"They dropped out of UA. They said that they wouldn't be able to continue with their social anxiety not getting better. That they didn't deserve to be here. I don't understand. I always told them..." He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

"Aw man..." Kiri muttered under his breath.

"They could have come to me..." Kami started but was cut off.

"No they couldn't Denks!" Kiri yelled suddenly. Everyone went silent in surprise.

"What do you mean, Ei?"

"Because they don't trust you anymore! Okay?" Kaminari's eyes widened. "Remember how they acted on movie night? How they didn't want your help? You want to know why?"

"Kirishima? What are you getting at?" Midoriya asked.

"What I'm getting at is that Y/N heard you and Mineta last week. What you said about them. That's why they acted that way, why they don't trust you anymore." Kaminari paled at Kiri's words.

"What did you say, Denki?" Mina asked firmly.

"He said that Y/N's need for comfort during a drain or attack was annoying. That it gets old when they ask for help. He wondered why they couldn't go to someone else or take care of it themself." Bakugou answered gruffly and in turn, sounds of surprise and disappointment went through the room.

Loud words of anger could be heard and Denki began to flinch at every voice and word. He began to shrink into himself. Bakugou noticed the reaction and remembered that Denki wasn't without his own anxieties.

"Hey! Quiet down! No need for an ambush." Bakugou snapped at everyone else. They all began to back off and go quiet. Denki shot Bakugou a quick thankful look which got a small nod in return.

"They went to you, Denki, because they trusted you. You have always been there for them. They couldn't go to anyone else because none of us know exactly how to help them." Kiri took a big breath. "I've learned a lot on how to help but there is only so much I can do, Denks."

"I, I, I..." The room was silent for a long minute.

"I mean it is kind of annoying. Am I right?" Mineta piped up.

"Shut up, Mineta!" Kami screamed. "I should have never listened or agreed with you! I just lost my best friend in this entire world because of my own stupidity and your self centered perverted backwards attitude is not needed."

"Denki... why did you even say that? You should have gone to them if you were feeling overwhelmed with it all. I know they would understand. Like Ei said, We would help in any way we could." Mina walked up to Kami. At this point, every one but the Bakusquad had left the area, realizing that this was getting into something more private.

"I know! I d-don't know. I had gotten into it with my mom and got the grades talk from teach again. My grandma was being overbearing again. I just wanted people to stop needing something from me for the moment. So I was venting the frustration out. It's not an excuse and I am not trying to make it one. I, I, I just..." He collapsed on the couch, head dropping into his hands. "I royally screwed it up in true Kaminari fashion. I can't believe I hurt them like this."

"Kami..." Mina sat next to him. She pulled him into her side.

"I love them more than anything and I did this." He was crying heavily. Mina shared a look with the rest of the squad. Ei was still upset but he was worried.

"Maybe it's not too late to make this right." She said. Denki looked up at her with glossy eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Y/N is really understanding. I'm sure they'll hear you out." Hanta gave him a small smile. It dropped into a stern stare and he pointed at the blonde. "That doesn't mean you're out of the deep end. You still have to make up for this."

"Of course! Of course!" Kami nodded wildly. Hanta gave a stern nod before turning to Mineta.

"Now you! I think we need to have another chat."

Y/N'S POV

Since I left UA in the middle of the semester, I was too late to go anywhere else. Mom and I agreed that I would go back when the new semester started. I was currently searching through surrounding high schools for specifications.

"Hey honey?" My door opened behind me.

"Yeah mom?"

"There is a boy here to see you." I turned to look at her, eyebrow raised in confusion. "He says his name is Kirishima and he has bright red hair."

"Oh, yeah. He's a friend from UA. You can let him in."

"Okay." She smiled and walked away. I got up and followed her to the living room. "Come on in young man."

"Thank you, Miss L/N." I saw him step inside. He immediately found me in the room. "Hey, Y/N/N."

"Hey. Come on." I waved him to follow me. He kicked off his shoes and took the slippers I offered him.

"How are you doing?" He asked as I cracked the door after entering my room. "Oh, is your mom okay with..."

"Yeah. She's cool. Denks and I hang out with the door closed all the time." I paused before sighing sadly. "We used to at least."

"Yeah." He looked around before stopping next to my laptop. "Looking for a new school?"

"Yeah, I won't start until the next semester but it's better to be prepared." I plopped onto my bed and he sat in my desk chair. It was silent for a minute.

"Oh! I'm doing okay to answer your question."

"Oh, good." He nodded. There was an awkward pause. "He feels terrible, you know."

"What?" I looked at him.

"Denki. He feels terrible. I am by no means excusing what he said at all but he does feel terrible. I laid it into after he came down with your note and the rest of the class was upset at him too... Minus Mineta but he got what was coming to him." I laughed a little.

"I probably should hear him out..." I said softly. I looked down and wrung my hands. "I mean I didn't even explain to him why I was upset. You had to do that. He is, was, I mean is my best friend and he deserves to at least be heard and..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. First of all, I was happy to rip him a new one. He may be one of my best buds but he was still in the wrong. And.." He moved in front of me. "Just remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know. I want to. It's only right. Plus, just because I'm hearing him out doesn't mean I forgive him. I'm still extremely upset with him."

"Precisely." He sat down next to me. "And if you want, I can stay with you while you talk."

"Thanks, Ei but I think we need a one on one talk first." I sighed. "I love the boy more than anything and I miss him so much right now."

"I'm sure you two can work something out." He hugged me. I nodded with a quiet thank you, hugging him back.

3rd POV

While sitting there hanging out with Y/N, something hit Kiri in the face. The two both said they love each other. They both admitted they loved each other more than anything. Kiri had to hide the smile that wanted to split across his face. Y/N gave him a look when an excited laugh escape but he just waved them off.

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beanxiv · 1 year

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denki and a f!reader at the beach together!! (i made this vague on purpose, for you to have room for creativity!! i just want t'see y/n on a beach date with denki)

brighter than the sun ; denki kaminari ✩࿐

summary: you and denki spend some well-deserved time together at the beach

warnings: ends kind of abruptly, cliche, suggestive-ish, established relationship, aged up characters, use of petnames (baby, babe), like .2 seconds of play-fighting,

the sun sure was doing its job today, in fact, it was doing more than it needed to. it was unnecessarily hot on this pretty august day.

and what do you do when it gets unnecessarily hot on a pretty august day? you hop into denki's black and yellow acura nsx and speed to one of japan's gorgeous beaches. (but not really though, you're both heroes who really don't need a speeding ticket to stir up the press.)

and there you are now, lying on your stomach across a towel chargebolt themed because denki loves when you sport his merch.

you're currently basking in the sun's heat, letting its rays sink into your back, denki on the other hand is still splashing around in the ocean.

sooner or later denki is climbing back up the sand to you. water drips off the solid planes of his torso. you watch shamelessly as drops of water slide off his pecs and down between his abs.

"hey, hot stuff." denki winks like he's hitting on you after just having met you. "like what you see?"

"mhm," you sit up a bit, leaning on your elbows. denki sits on his own towel and rubs your back with his cold, wet hands. upon contact with his freezing palm you jump, "denki! your hands are so cold..."

the blonde chuckles, "sorry baby, lemme give you an apology kiss."

something tells you he did this on purpose just to get a kiss.

but, it was a win-win situation for you too so, "m'kay, c'mere then."

you sit up fully and pull denki in by the lightning bolt necklace you gifted him during your u.a days. before you could even lean in denki's lips catch yours swiftly in a salty kiss. denki knows you can taste the sea salt on his lips and to further tease you, his tongue darts out to lick the corner of your top lip. at this you giggle against his lips and denki swears he felt his heart skip and fly out of his chest.

he'd rip it out and give it to you himself if he could.

finally, you break away for air and denki lies back on the towel, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths and a wild grin on his face, brighter than the sun. "man... i'll never stop needing to kiss you."

"alright, cornball." you jest, lightly hitting his stomach, his abs flexing against your touch.

"hey, not cool!" he jumps up from his position, standing over you. in one quick swoop he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he can bench twice your weight and more. if you think you're heavy— hell, your weight was denki's warm-up.

"denki! if you don't put me down, i swear to—"

too late. denki was already running down the beach. jumping over waves while you beg him not to do what you knew he would. toss you right into the freezing waves.

you shriek out a line of curses against the piercing cold, pulling your head up over the blue-green water. standing at your full height the water reaches your waist. the cold lasts mere seconds but you pretend to shiver just to make denki feel bad.

spoiler alert: he felt no remorse. he cups your cheeks and kisses the tip of your nose and presses another salty kiss to your lips. you lean into his touch only for his grip on your face to (gently) tighten and he just shoves you back underwater like the monster he is.

he pulls you back up just as your face is about to go under and you punch him in the gut, "you're such a bully, denki! what if i drowned?"

"but i pulled you back up, babe." denki rubs the spot that you punched half-heartedly, "no need to worry about danger while 'm with ya."

"there you go, being corny again." you dodge his attempt to grab you again with a gasp. "i'm just kidding, baby! i love you sooo much! nothing you say could ever be corny!"

your blonde boyfriend straightens up, hands planted on his hips and chest puffed out in pride. "that's what i like t'hear! who's your favorite hero?"

at this you scoff, already making your way back up the sand. "i'm my favorite hero, duh."

"other than you!" denki follows, rolling his eyes.

"hmm..." you decide to tease him. "i dunno... midoriya's climbing up the ranks really quick, yeah? and bakugou has always been pretty strong. and kirishima's making a name for himself too now, so i'm not sure, maybe—"

"alright! i get it." denki mutters

"just kidding, baby," a teasing grin climbs up your face, you drape yourself over denki's broad chest. "you've always been my number one, so don't worry."

denki cocks a brow at that, albeit wrapping his arms around your form. "oh? who's being corny now?"

you groan, "can we just never have a nice moment?"

"you started it??" denki looks confounded at your accusation.

"what is this, preschool? take responsibility, denki. doesn't matter who started it, you encouraged it, didn't you?" you fight to keep stern look and keep back the laugh threatening to spill out of your lips.

denki's mouth hangs open now, "alright, sorry mom."

"i'll hit you," you half-heartedly threaten.

denki tightens his hold on you (as if you'd leave his embrace in the first place.) "can't do that if y'can't move."

you lean further into his touch, "you're a brat."

denki laughs, kissing the crown of your head. "yes, but i'm your brat."

#stop this was so cliche im gonna die #denki fluff #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #denk x reader #kaminari fluff #denki kaminari imagine #bnha #boku no hero #mha #beanxiv writes

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering if you still write fan fiction about Boku no hero here known as My hero academia. No pressure of course 💙💚

I was wondering what would be the reactions of Katsuki, Shoto, Izuku, Denki, Eijiro, Shigaraki, and Shinso if they learned that their girlfriend was a vampire ( involves drinking blood and being immortal ) smut if you want ( of course you don't have to do all of them )

Kisses from France 💜💛

Hi sweetie! Of course I still write about them. I always will 😙

I'm sorry it took me a while to get it done but I hope you enjoy it. Kisses from Tunisia 😘

Title : You're mine, whoever you are

Characters : Bakugo/ Denki/ Shigaraki/ Kirishima/ Midoriya/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst

Summary : bnha guys' reactions to finding out you're a vampire.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Bakugo :

_ "So.. yeah, that's the truth." You heaved a sigh before carrying on: "And I understand if you'll decide to move on and leave me, it's not an easy thing to accept after all." Your voice trailed off and you lowered your head, hoping he would miss the few tears you were unable to hold back.

_ "I see." He said nothing else, but instead took a few steps your way and cupped your cheeks, lifting your head up and wiping your tears away.

_ "Katsuki, say something please." You pleaded even though you weren't sure if you actually wanted to hear it.

He was still quiet, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something.

You pushed him gently and turned around to walk away, if he finds it awkward to leave after your confession, then maybe you should make it easier for him.

_ "Don't walk away from me, we're not done yet." He pulled you back and spoke at last.

_ "But.."

_ "I don't care if you're a vampire or a regular human, I just need to know that you're not causing problems or getting yourself in some." His voice was stern and it truly scared you.

_ "I'm sorry, I hate who I am and the trouble I keep causing but I can't even die! Trust me I tried." Your last words surprised you both. You never meant to reveal that particular secret, but it was too late.

_ "What are you saying?! Kill yourself? Are you insane?!" He was straight up yelling by then and you panicked, he has never raised his voice at you before.

Fortunately, he took notice of your trembling form and stopped screaming, reaching out a hesitant arm and wrapping it around your waist. You didn't resist him, you wanted to be engulfed in his embrace so you allowed him.

_ "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to raise my voice I was just freaked out to know how desperate you've been. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere okay?" He pulled back to look into your eyes: "We'll figure it out together. I love you, vampire or not, you're still my y/n, the same one I fell in love with, and that's never going to change."

That's all you've ever wanted to hear, and a part of you regretted not telling him sooner, but it was fine at last, you're not alone in this anymore.

Denki :

_ "Oww! Sweetheart what did you do?" He moved back, placing a palm over his gushing neck and staring into your eyes with nothing but confusion.

You licked your blood stained lips and for a moment it felt like you were in a haze. Was it because you were in the middle of having sex when you decided to bite his neck and suck his blood? You will probably never know for sure.

He pulled out of your pussy with a groan and you whimpered, missing his dick already. But even in the state you were in, you knew there was some explaining to do.

_ "I'm so sorry, it will never happen again I promise! I guess I was just caught up in the moment." You were unable to tell him the whole truth. As a matter of fact, you were actually caught up in the moment but it wasn't just that. You were hoping he would believe your little lie at least until you're ready to tell him everything.

_ "No that's not it, come on sweetheart you know you can tell me anything." He was still focused on your expressions as you were struggling to hold back while using the bedsheets to clean his wound.

_ "Y/n!" You flinched hearing your name in a different tone than usual. You had to tell him.

_ "Truth is.. I'm a vampire." There, simple right?

Wrong.. his reaction was the last thing you expected to see. He blinked a few times and bursted out laughing.. Did he not believe you?

If you were to be honest, that was not how you expected things to get. You had a wonderful date earlier, came home and decided to carry on with a passionate love making. But there you were naked, anxious and the taste of your boyfriend's blood still present in your mouth. And if that wasn't enough, he took your biggest insecurity as a joke.

Your pained expressions brought him back to his senses, and he finally realized that maybe you were serious after all.

_ "So it's true?"

You flinched under his piercing gaze and awaited to be either yelled at or left alone for good..

_ "This is so cool!" He beamed shaking your arms lightly and kissing all over your face: "Just one thing, are you having trouble finding blood?"

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he wasn't done talking yet: "Listen, use me from now on. I'll give you all the blood you need." His expressions suddenly hardened and you knew he meant every word.

Your eyes watered and you pulled him flush against your chest, unable to form a coherent sentence. So everything worked out in the end?

You were lost in the moment, trying to wrap your head around the idea when you suddenly felt his smooth gushing head prodding your heat.

_ "We'll talk more about it later babe, so shall we carry on where we left off?"

You nodded eagerly and braced yourself as he gently pushed his dick inside of you.

Izuku :

You paced the room impatiently as a thousand scenarios battled inside your head.

Izuku had called you earlier asking you to wait up for him. But that wasn't what freaked you out, it was his tone.

He's usually gentle and sweet no matter what, but the way he had talked to you left you insecure and panicked.

Did he find out about you? If so, what would he say or do about it? Based on your latest phone call, you weren't that hopeful.

_ "Y/n are you home?" You jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice coming from the front door.

You recoiled seeking refuge on the couch and hugging your knees as his footsteps approached.

You looked like a desperate pray awaiting its inescapable demise.

_ "Sweetheart what's the matter? Are you hurt?!" The sight of your shaky form and pale complexion scared him.

He ran to your side trying to inspect the situation as he held your sweaty hands in his larger ones.

Maybe you were wrong after all, maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

_ "Izuku, what did you want to talk about?" You ignored his previous question completely and presented him your own.

He sighed knowing that there was no meaning in dragging it out longer than necessary.

_ "I know, and it's fine! Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you." His genuine smile did nothing to soothe your anxiety.

_ "How? Since when?" Not that it mattered, but you wanted to know.

_ "I've always had my suspicions. I mean, we've been together for years but you still look the same as the first day we met." He lowered his head attempting to hide the blush dusting his cheeks: "I found your stack of blood."

_ "I'm not hurting anyone please believe me! I'm buying those from the hospital!"

Your outburst settled his worries. Truthfully, he was afraid you were hurting others to collect their blood, so he wanted to talk to you about other alternatives, but seeing as you were doing everything safely and legally, he could finally heave a sigh of relief.

_ "Are you okay with it?" You were almost afraid of hearing the answer.

_ "Totally fine! Just when I thought you couldn't possibly get any cooler! Do you mind telling me everything about it? I want to know it all! That is if you're comfortable with it of course! Please don't feel pressured! And just remember that I love you so much no matter who you are."

He is precious, always has been, and his words never failed to ease your heart.

You beamed, jumping in his arms and burying your face in his chest:

_ "I'll tell you everything Izuku, I won't hide anything from you anymore I promise."

Finally, there is someone to share your stories with, someone who would always listen.

Kirishima :

_ "Eijiro, stop smiling and say something please." Never in a million years would you have expected him to react the way he did when you told him the truth.

_ "This changes nothing of the way I feel about you y/n so stop worrying too much about it okay?" He had you in his arms, smoothing a hand on your stiff back as he spoke.

_ "But, did you hear what I just said?" Your voice came out muffled as he had you pressed possessively against his chest, giving you no chance to run away.

_ "Yes, I did, and I don't care. You're still the same person to me." You felt his soft lips on top of your head as he resumed his speech: "Just promise me one thing. Don't get in trouble, come to me if it gets hard okay?"

You were in a state of shock. You wanted to speak, to tell him how grateful you were, how much you loved him, that you would always come to him like he asked you to.. But no words came out of your mouth, all you could do was fist his shirt and weep as you nuzzled his chest.

He said nothing after that, he knows you too well, knows how hard it must have been for you, so he simply held you even closer and allowed you to let it all out.

You were relieved at last, you realize that the way you are might easily creep out anyone, because it had in the past more times than you care to count, so knowing that after all those years things can finally be peaceful for you with the one your heart chose, overwhelmed you.

_ "I will never leave you y/n, only death can come between us."

Yes, that's the happiness you waited for your whole life, and it's finally in your arms.

Shigaraki :

_ "Tenko.. don't stop! I'm close!" You wailed digging your nails deeper into his arms as he rammed you mercilessly against his mattress.

_ "Me too doll. Oh fuck! You're so tight!" He growled sitting up and tilting his head back as his bruising hold gripped your sides pinning you in place.

Your head was fuzzy and all you wanted was for him to keep fucking you until you're unable to utter a sound.

He rolled his hips experimentally, hitting you right where you wanted him to.

_ "Yes! Yes! Right there!" And he did as asked, pounding your pussy over and over and over again exactly against the spot that got you clenching around his dick as you finally creamed all over him.

He fucked you throughout your orgasm and only stopped after coating your overstimulated pussy.

Your nose scrunched up, smelling that intoxicating scent coming from under your nails.

Little did you know, your grip on his arms drew blood.

You shrunk away from him, covering your face with one hand and pushing him off of you with the other.

_ "What's the matter love? Did I hurt you?" He blinked in confusion, tugging your hand as he tried to have a good look at you.

The smell intensified the more he moved around and you couldn't take it any longer.

You pushed him on his back straddling him as you grabbed his injured arm and proceeded to suck his blood.

The symbol of fear froze under your body as he watched you eagerly sucking and lapping at the droplets covering his skin.

_ "What's going on y/n?" He didn't dare pull his arm away, but his concerned voice snapped you back to reality.

You looked up, fear evident in your eyes, but said nothing.

_ "Are you one of them?! I've heard rumors but never seen any."

You still said nothing, it was unclear to you if he hated the idea or not.

_ "It's fine tell me."

_ "And what if I was? Would you hate it? Would you.. hate me?" You finally found your voice, small as it was.

_ "Of course not! What are you talking about?! I mean look at me for God's sake! I'm a freak and I still can't believe you settled for me."

You knew he meant to reassure you, but if anything, his words hurt you. Destructive quirk aside, you've never seen him as anything other than the love of your life.

Villain or not, that's beside the point.

_ "Tenko, stop! You're not a freak. I've never thought of you as one, and never will."

_ "That's exactly what I mean. You love me as I am, and I love you as you are. Nothing else matters."

Your eyes widened and your lips trembled but you could say nothing.

You didn't need to and he didn't have to hear it, it was finally alright.

@moumouton4

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izukumidoriyashusband · 9 months

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I’M STILL HERE. I just don’t really know what to write about. I remember that I have to make a pt 3 of one of my fics so that’ll be up god knows when.

If y’all want, y’all can give me requests. I’ll write any mha, JJK, AOT, ffs. It could be headcannons or maybe you have a little plot you wanna see written. Just let me know <33

I write anything as long as the concept isn’t too dark. I write yandere plots too.

#deku x you #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x you #bnha deku x you #deku x reader #izuku midoriya fluff #izuku midoryia x you #izuku x reader #mha x reader #bnha bakugou x you #bakugou x you #mha requests #bnha fluff #denki kaminari imagine

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Dabi 🔥💙 :

Katsuki Bakugo 💥 :

Izuku Midoriya 🥦 :

Shoto Todoroki 🧊🔥 :

Tamaki Amajiki 🥔 :

Denki Kaminari ⚡ :

Eijiro Kirishima 💎 :

Neito Monoma 🃏 :

Tomura Shigaraki 🧤 :

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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a failed date with denki

pairing: pro-hero!denki kaminari x gn!reader (same universe as the friendship bracelet bombshell)

wc: 797

warnings: brief description of blood/hospital visits

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You nervously tap your foot against the tile floor, eyeing the clock on the microwave — 6:00 PM.

Denki should’ve been here to pick you up by now. You’d made plans to go to this new Thai restaurant down the street after Denki’s patrol, but with no word from him since this afternoon, your brows crease in worry. It wasn’t like him to miss a date, let alone your first Valentine’s Day together.

Biting at the tip of your thumb, you type Denki’s number in and wait. You don’t really want to bother him if he got held up at work, but you don’t know what else to do. It takes four rings before the call finally connects, and when it does, all you hear on the other end is huffing and the distant sound of yelling and explosions.

“Hi, sweets!” Denki chirps suddenly, though his voice is audibly labored. Footsteps slap against pavement, and then the sharp, piercing sound of electric volts crackles through the air, so loud you have to hold the phone away from your ear. “‘M really sorry. I was on my way to your place when I bumped into a villain, and now, well-”

A grunt sounds before you hear the clatter of the phone.

“Denki? Denki, are you alright?”

Denki’s voice races as he picks up his phone again. “‘M good. I’ll be at your place ASAP. Love you, baby!”

The call comes to an end with a hurried click, and your apartment falls silent again. Anxiety prickles beneath your skin as you realize all you can do is wait.

It’s another hour before a hard knock lands on your door, making you jump in your spot on the couch. You scramble, practically tripping over yourself to yank it open.

The first thing you notice is Denki’s nose — swollen and oozing blood. As the blood creeps down towards his mouth, you find that his lip is slightly swollen too, and busted on the lower left side. His clothes are rumpled and dirtied, the front of his stark white t-shirt decorated in the maroon shades of drying blood and dark smudges of ash.

He’s a complete disaster.

Despite the cut in his lip, his mouth pulls into a sheepish smile as he holds a bouquet of deep red roses in your direction. Their petals are squished and stems bent at odd angles, but your heart warms all the same. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you can’t help but coo at him, “Oh, Denki, sweetheart.”

He fishes through a pocket on the inside of his coat and procures what remains of a heart-shaped cookie, decorated with bright pink frosting and wrapped in plastic. It’s crushed to near bits, clearly another victim of his earlier scuffle.

Denki places the treat into your palm, but before you can say anything, he’s pulling something out of his other pocket. This time, it’s a friendship bracelet, red and pink string carefully knotted to make a cute heart pattern. He drapes it over the cookie package and smiles at you, pleased with himself.

Eyes starting to mist, and with a million words caught in your throat, all you can do is stare, affection threatening to swallow you whole. “When did you-”

“I followed a ton of videos online. You’re looking at attempt number six — my finest work.”

You cup his face in your free hand, and pull him close, planting a featherlight kiss on his cheek. “It’s perfect.” His hand curls, warm and tender, around your hip. “Thank you.”

Denki leans into your touch and lets his eyes slip closed for a moment. When they open again, his gaze is honeyed, his tone soft. “I love you. I’m sorry I’m late for date night.”

“I’m just glad you made it home safe.” You press a smile into the curve of his cheek before kissing him again. “I love you, too. Now, why don’t we go get you cleaned up, huh?”

You gently place the flowers on your countertop before sending Denki off down the hall with the promise you’d join him once you grabbed some Tylenol.

Just as you find the bottle, left forgotten on your bedside table, Denki calls to you from the bathroom, concern evident in his tone. “Umm, babe?”

Moving to stand in the doorway, you fix him with a piercing gaze, hand ghosting over his back. “What is it?”

He pouts, watching as blood continues to drip from his nostrils. “I think my nose is broken.”

And, sure, maybe spending your evening in the ER wasn’t exactly how you pictured your Valentine’s Day going, but as Denki securely ties your new bracelet around your wrist, leaning close to rest his head on your shoulder, you don’t mind one bit.

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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