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cyfics · 11 months

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Hello,

I hope you are doing alright and staying healthy.

May I send in a request that contains angst? So, basically, Reader has a quirk similar to death. It turns their hands into a charcoal black colour when activated, and they don't like to use it and basically despise it. So, one day, they are being picked on about their quirk, and in a fit of anger, they accidentally almost touch another student while their quirk is activated, stopping themselves midway.

Their next day is spent with them zoning out about the accident until someone snaps them out of it. They cover it up and brush everyone off, though the whole day they are in an odd mood and displaying odd behaviour. Eventually, they find themselves on the rooftop in a crouched position just thinking things over in their head until the (preferred character) runs up the stairs, thinking they were going to jump, but finds them kind of chilling

I'm not sure what character to ask for, preferably someone from Class 1A. You can choose which character this will fit better.

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Title: Death’s Door

Warnings: Angst! Mentions of d34th, mentions of unaliving urself

Pairings: Red Riot x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: ^^^read request abv

Word count: 1.6k

Note: unedited + not proof read!

On aO3 as Cyfics

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You were pacing around your room for about an hour already, trying to figure out how you could possibly escape from your duties. You didn’t wanna go to school at all, not when you knew you’d be relentlessly made fun of.

You were already called all of the names in the book ranging from being called a villain to just being called a generally shitty human being for something you can’t even control. It made you sad at first when you’d hear things like this but eventually it started to numb you.

“I can’t skip today, can I?” You sighed to yourself, forcing yourself to stop procrastinating and to get ready. You threw your clothes on messily, your shirt being pulled over your head messing up your hair and leaving bits sticking out. Your shirt was now crumpled and needed to be ironed but you figured that could be done another day.

You dragged your feet across the floor and slung your bag over your shoulder, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. You looked like some beautiful broken mess, for a moment you looked at your hands. You watched as they began to fade to a darkened colour, the black spreading up your wrists.

You considered your thoughts very carefully for a moment, slowly reaching your hand up to your neck before quickly redacting and pulling away. You shook away the thoughts and continued on, leaving your room and locking up the house as you waited for the school bus.

You stood in front of the bus stop and waited nervously, occasionally the bus driver would ignore you and drive off, not wanting to come into contact with someone like you. You shifted your weight on each foot, swinging your arms slightly as you waited.

The bus pulled up and abruptly stopped, you popped on in as the doors opened up and started looking for a seat. Every seat was taken by at least one person, you attempted to sit by a random kid but they placed their bag down in the empty space before you could sit down.

The bus took off without you finding a seat, causing you to fall down onto the bus floor and fling around violently. You quickly stood up and dusted yourself off, signing before grabbing onto a pole to steady yourself. It was certain you weren’t getting a seat.

You got off the bus, wishing you could escape the faint giggling and laughter at your misfortune from the bus incident. You rolled your eyes and entered the school building, dragging your soft fingertips against the brick wall as you found your classroom and entered.

You walked inside and took your seat, you were fairly early compared to everyone else as you don’t really have friends. You stared blankly down at the desk in front of you for a while before something snapped you out of your thoughts.

A group of kids started to huddle around you, one of the kids in front slamming their hand on your desk to get your attention. You winced and reluctantly looked up at them “what’re you doing back in school? Shouldn’t you be in prison?” One of the kids asked with a harsh tone.

“No- I’m not a bad guy—“ you were cut off by another kid “You’re a murderer!” They exclaimed “I’m not!” You shouted “you’re a villain! How can you even go to school with a quirk like that?” One of the kids berated you: it was all so much for you to handle.

“Are you gonna kill us?” They asked, “You probably would since you’re a villain.” Another spoke “Murders and villains like you should die, why don’t you just use your quirk on yourself?” A kid from behind snickered as he then pushed your head into the desk.

You kicked your own chair back and stood up abruptly, turning around and allowing your quirk to bottle up in your fists. Your hands began to crack as your softened skin grew darker, you balled your firsts up and raised your hands. Were you really about to kill these kids?

“Oh my god! They’re gonna kill us, run!” A blonde kid shoved them out of the way and fled, the others following soon after “let’s tell a teacher!” They continued to shout even after making it down the hallway, it was pitiful.

You stared at your own hands in disbelief; were you really just about to kill them?

You rushed home immediately, not even waiting for the school day to end let alone start. You picked the pace up and didn’t stop walking, your legs were aching and hurting and yet you couldn’t stop. You needed to get home now.

You entered your home and slammed the door shut behind you, breathing heavily and clutching your chest. You slid down to the floor and huddled up against your knees, you held onto your head and started to freak out about what just happened.

Eventually you fell asleep where you were sitting, you were stressed and unable to move. When you woke up it was already the next day, the sun shining through your living room windows onto your saddened face.

You didn’t go to school that day, you just couldn’t. Instead you decided to stay home “Y/n? What are you doing down there in your school uniform? Why haven’t you left yet?” Your guardian came out of their room to talk to you.

“I just.. I fell asleep sorry, I think I’m sick.” You coughed as you lied straight to their face “sick? Well that’d make sense as to why you left school so early yesterday, go straight up to bed- no school!” They demanded.

You nodded tiredly and went up to your room to lay down, you slumped onto your bed and looked up at the wall. Your guardian walked in to check on you only to see you staring at the roof with glassy eyes “Y/n, are you alright?” They asked you as they approached.

“Sure, ‘m right.” You turned over so your back was facing towards them “whatever you say, but I’m getting your other guardian to come check on you again.” They stood up and left as quickly as they entered.

You listened to the sound of them leaving, their shoes hitting the floor “Hey Kid. What’s going on, you sick?” Your other guardian entered the room and sat on the edge of your bed. “Something like that yeah.” You sighed.

“It’s not like you to get sick, something happen?” They asked “No ‘m fine.” You answered and sent them out the door as well.

After a while of laying there feeling sorry for yourself you decided to get up and go outside to the roof, slipping your shoes off; carefully stepping out the window and sitting upon the roof tiles.

“I- almost killed someone..” you started to freak out yet again, your hands coming up to your head as your buried your face in your knees. You began to sob uncontrollably, whining about how bad of a person you are to yourself quietly.

You squeaked when you heard the sound of something land by you, you moved your hands and looked up to see what it was. You almost fell off the roof upon seeing the pro hero Red Riot!

“Hey! What’cha doin kid?” He asked you as he crouched down “don’t call me kid- we’re practically the same age!” You rolled your eyes “you trying to kill yourself up here..?” Red riot asked “No- but I should. It’s end everyone’s worry.” You spoke up.

“Wanna talk about it?” He sat down beside you “everyone makes fun of me and is scared of me because of my quirk, maybe it is villainous to keep living- cause at the moment me being alive just simply is scaring a lot of people..” you explained.

“What’s your quirk? I’m sure it’s not that bad!” Red riot gave you a toothy grin, “if I activate my quirk I can kill someone with a simple touch.” You answered dimly. “Well you’ve never used it have you?” He asked “I have once- it was when it first developed. I killed my kindergarten teacher.” You grimaced thinking about it.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! But that was an accident! You couldn’t help it!” Red riot comforted you “Everyone still gets upset about it- including me. Besides.. I almost killed someone today when I got upset.” You admitted.

“You did? Well you must have great restraint and self control! Did you know that having those things are the first two steps to being a hero?” Red Riot flexed a bit. “I could never be a hero, not with a quirk like mine.” You lowered your head.

“I’m sure you could! You’d just need some way to train it- maybe you need to figure out another way to use it! Does it only work on humans?” He asked you.

“Animals too. Anything alive.” You answered “right! So it wouldn’t work on things like wires?” He asked “It could.. I haven’t tried before, why?” You asked him “Maybe you could be some sort of pro hero that specialises in taking down like machines and stuff! I don’t know- in all honesty I’m still a dumb kid.” Red riot admired as he looked up at the sun.

“It’s okay, me too.” You smiled at him.

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years

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ok first off i love love love play nice ur such a good writer! if ur willing i’d like to request something w bully!dabi just being kind of a scum bag to reader💖

*deep inhale* *claps* Anon.

First off, thank you so much for the kind words! And second, thank you so much for this ask! You have created an absolute monster with it lol. Seriously, I got so into this idea that it is currently at 6500 words pre-smut. I'm thinking it's going to end up at least 10k, probably will need to be broken up into at least two chapters. And I'm already getting ideas for a beyond...

...I swear this is exactly how Play Nice went from a One-Shot to 25 Chapters lol.

So, while it's probably going to be a couple of weeks still before this goes out, please enjoy this little WIP preview of:

...Untitled High School AU Bully!Dabi x Reader Fic

(I suck at titles, sorry lol)

[preview]

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

That’s what your mother always used to say.

“I told you to get me orange juice.”

You flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at you with genuine disgust from his desk. You stood in front of him, ready for your reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.

“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can you’d presented to him and waving it in your face.

You dropped your gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends — your other classmates, Jin and Keigo — perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful.

“T-They were out of orange juice,” you stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”

Dabi watched you, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But your eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in your now shuffling feet.

He popped open the tab and took a drink.

“Hmm.”

Hope swelled in your chest. Maybe you’d done enough this time. You looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited you. He held you there for a moment, letting you think, letting you settle into relief and security.

Catching you in a trap.

“It’s fucking disgusting.”

Your heart dropped.

“Get this shit out of my face.”

And suddenly he threw the open can straight at your chest with audible force. It doused your uniform and then clattered and splashed onto the desk and floor.

Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”

Keigo watched for your reaction, noticeably silent.

“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could bleed onto his shoes.

Dripping, you tried desperately to fight the quiver from your lip. It was not a fight you were winning.

Dabi stood with an annoyed sigh.

“Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?

You didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in your throat. If you so much as breathed in that moment, you’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.

So much worse.

“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble.” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.

Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as you knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle.

“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”

He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.

You picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

You could almost laugh.

By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with you. That thought finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what you wanted.

You’d known him most of your life. You’d known him as the rowdy, energetic boy that lived next door. As the resident big brother for everyone in the neighborhood. The one that never stopped laughing, never stopped running — that always wanted to play outside.

The one who’d seen you wringing your hands anxiously on your new front lawn as your Mom directed movers into the house, staring longingly at the kids playing cops and robbers at the end of the cul-de-sac. The one that had immediately taken your hand and asked your Mom if you could come and play.

You’d known him when he was Touya Todoroki.

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fertilize-my-eggs · 7 months

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Alright y'all remember the 410 prompt for my mha/bnha link?

So I've decided to change it a bit because I really couldn't get into the original link to the 410 prompt.

So I have an idea that the links will be our nasty thirsty ideas/requests...

It's now called ♡ MHA-BNHA SMUTTY PROMETS ♡

So my fanfic requests are open for that link and I want y'all to give me your thirsty ideas and mha characters but you also gotta put what kind of reader you want if they are a man or a woman, non-binary or their size etc just lets me know thanks you~!!

I can do it in dom-sub or switch and you can make it simple if you want, I'll still try my best☺️

If it takes longer to get your request, I'm super sorry if it does happen please be patient with me, I'm a busy woman.

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dusty-bnha · 8 months

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Nightmares

Rated: E

Words: 6,225

Link: HERE

Ship: Bakugou x Kirishima

Summary: The aftermath of Bakugou's kidnapping is something that no one expected. Tormented by flashback-esq nightmares Bakugou seeks the comfort of his best friend, Kirishima.

Kirishima helps Bakugou cope with what happened to him, something that brings them closer than ever.

TW: Implied torture/aftermath of torture. Unhealthy coping mechanism

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Ever since the brutal fight between All Might and All for One, all the UA students have been asked to stay on campus in dorms. Most of the students had a choice but there was one class who didn’t, class 1A. It was a couple days after the tragic events and all of class 1A where asleep in their newly acquired rooms, all but one that is.

A hard knock jolted Kirishima out of a dead sleep. Who the hell could that be? Rubbing his eyes he walked over to the door, his curiosity peaked when he grabbed the handle and turned. He knew it wasn’t anyone to be afraid of, the school has killer security after all. Not to mention he’d never heard of a villain who bothered to knock on the door.

“Bakugou,” he questioned looking the boy up and down. He was wearing a tank and pajama bottoms, but the strange part was the pillow he was clutching and the look on his face. Eyes wide and cast to the side, his mouth slacked open to accommodate his heavy breathing, he looked beyond freaked.

“let me in,” Bakugou said in a stern voice, nearly pushing Kirishima out of the way. He watched as the blond walked to the bed and sat at the end, never once looking up.

“uh, hey bro, did something ,like, happen,” Kirishima asked and went to sit next to Bakugou, “you look pretty shaken up.”

“I had a nightmare okay,” Bakugou nearly growled, fists clinched onto the pillow, “can I just, can I just sleep here for the rest of the night?”

“yea, sure man,” he was sure Bakugou could hear the surprise in his voice, “here, you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Kirishima started to get up when he felt a hand grab his wrist, “no,” was all Bakugou said. He hesitantly sat back down on the bed. What was Bakugou getting at? Kirishima’s heart pounded in his chest, was Bakugou implying that he wanted to share a bed with him?

“uh, you want us to, like, share a bed,” Kirishima’s voice was timid afraid of what Bakugou might do if he has guessed wrong.

“yea, it’s not like I’m asking to fuck you,” Bakugou snarled, “just forget it.” The blond was shaking as he nearly jumped off the bed.

Panic swept through Kirishima, “hey stop,” he grabbed his best friends shoulder, “you know that’s not what I meant. I don’t mind sharing a bed with you, as long as that’s what you want.”

Kirishima saw Bakugou slouch in relief, dragging a large gasp of air into his lungs and slowly letting it out. Without another word, Bakugou walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled under the blankets. Kirishima knew the nightmare must have been a bad one, he’s never seen Bakugou so vulnerable before. If anyone had a reason for night terrors it was Bakugou, he was kidnapped by villains and He hasn’t been the same ever sense. He still had his usual dickish attitude but being his best friend Kirishima knew that was mostly just a façade. Kirishima carefully tucked himself beside the other boy, careful not to touch him. His heart was still pounding, even though he tried everything to get it to slow. Kirishima wasn’t sure exactly how it happened but it seemed like one minute they were just classmates and the next they were best friends.

At first Bakugou still acted the same with him as he did with everyone else, always on edge, but something changed after the sports tournament. Bakugou started to confide in Kirishima, he started to laugh more freely, and he soon began to drop his guard. He guessed that was when he began to have a crush on Bakugou. At first Kirishima thought it was just a bro crush, like when someone else is so damn cool and manly that you look up to them, but he soon realized it was more than that. Now here he is, laying in bed next to his traumatized best friend and crush. It defiantly took a while but Kirishima and Bakugou finally fell asleep.

The next morning

Kirishima woke up to the quite sound of a door closing. It must have been Bakugou heading back to his room before anyone else woke up. Kirishima understood how odd it would have looked for someone to see Bakugou sneaking out of his room early in the morning. With a sigh and a stretch Kirishima decided he'd better get ready for classes today.

Later that day

Bakugou had seemed fairly normal throughout the day, giving he was fucking with Deku a lot more, but that wasn’t too unusual. The class followed Mr. Aizawa out to the training yard for their last class of the day, and boy was Kirishima looking forward to it. He didn’t have a super flashy quirk but he enjoyed the hell out of using it. Each student had their own set of exercises to do, and today Kirishima was working on his stamina. He had been keeping an eye on Bakugou all day and he did notice that as the day went on Bakugou began to get closer and closer to him. Now he was training right next to him, almost close enough to be unreasonable for what they had to do. The hour long class finally came to a close and they were being sent to the cafeteria for dinner. Kirishima began to follow the rest of the class down the hall when Bakugou pulled him into an empty classroom.

“whoa, what the heck man,” Kirishima started to complain but stopped when he saw the same scared look on his friends face that he had last night.

“look, it’s weird for me too okay,” he started, his voice was trying to be harsh, “but please could I stay with you again tonight? I will come in after everyone is asleep.. if that’s okay.”

Bakugou must be really shaken up if he was asking to stay with him again, how could he say no when his friend needed him? “sure bro, no problem,” he patted Bakugou’s shoulder and just like that they went to go get some grub.

It soon became a routine for them, Bakugou sneaking into his room to sleep next to him. They started to spend most of their free time together as well, it was almost like Bakugou was afraid to be alone.

Two weeks later

Tonight was the same as every other night for the past two weeks, Bakugou had come into his room and was now asleep next to him. They had both become accustom to having another person in their bed and they no longer were sleeping at the very corners of the bed. They would wake up with their legs over one another, which was oddly comforting, but they never cuddled beyond that.

“n-no,” the words roused Kirishima, shooting panic through him, “no, stop… I-I can’t breath”

Shit, Bakugou must be having a nightmare. His best friend was laying on his back, his fists were clenched in the sheets, and his head was thrashing back and forth. Words were being spoken through clenched teeth and Kirishima could see sweat beading up on his forehead. It took Kirishima I minute to realize that he should wake Bakugou from his nightmare.

Gently grabbing his friends shoulder he shook it, “Bakugou wake up man. You’re having a nightmare, it’s not real.” His whispers weren’t doing anything to break the nightmares hold on Bakugou, so Kirishima tried again, this time shaking harder and speaking louder. Bakugou gasped and his eyes flew open, and relief flooded through Kirishima.

“hey man, sorry I wo,” before he could finish his sentence, Bakugou pulled him down on top of him. Kirishima could feel Bakugou shaking underneath him, his breath coming out harsh against Kirishima's neck. What Kirishima felt next surprised the hell out of him, he felt wetness start to pool against his collar bone. Oh my god Bakugou was crying, no, he was sobbing. Kirishima didn’t realize at first because Bakugou was being so quiet but the shaking he had felt before were the sobs tearing through his friend.

Bakugou was holding Kirishima tightly to him and Kirishima wondered if he even realized what he was doing. Either way Kirishima held him back, his heart aching for his friend. They stayed that way for a while, Bakugou’s grip never wavered.

“don’t you ever fucking tell anyone,” Bakugou gasped through clenched teeth. What the fuck? Kirishima was the one that was here for Bakugou yet he was worried that he would go and tell people about this?

Kirishima pulled back and made Bakugou look him in the eyes, “do you really fucking think I would tell anyone about this?” his voice wasn’t as harsh as he wanted it to be, but how could he stay mad when his friend was looking at him with scared teary eyes?

“no, no I don’t,” Bakugou confessed, dropping his head to Kirishima’s shoulder, “I’m sorry, it’s just, these damn nightmares. I thought they stopped, you know, sense we started sleeping together.” Kirishima’s cheeks reddened at the phrase, “I keep reliving that damned night, it’s like I can taste the fuckers transportation quirk again. The disgusting way it formed in my body and was forced out of my damn mouth.” Sobbed wracked his body again, this time audible. Kirishima held him tighter again when the next words came out, “they did shit to me man, they fucking tormented me.”

This time it was Kirishima’s turn to cry, “why didn’t you tell anyone?” Kirishima suppressed the urge to vomit, shaking from rage, disgust, and sadness for his best friend.

“how could I,” Bakugou whispered, “I’m suppose to be this tough guy. How could I admit that they tortured me? How could I tell anyone that, that man used his quirk on me, showed me my worst fears, made me think I was dying, made me feel… things.” He stopped again overcome with his emotions.

“you don’t have to tell me any more if it’s too much,” Kirishima reassured Bakugou.

“no, I need to,” Bakugou insisted, taking a deep breath he continued, “they didn’t do anything to me physically, they just made me THINK that they were. They made me feel like I was starving, like every bone in my body was being broken one by one. They made me think I was being whipped, being suffocated, being…,” Bakugou hesitated, “raped.” Bakugou’s body heaved as he said the last word. “none of it was real though, it was one of All for One's quirk. That’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. nothing really happened to me.”

“Fuck that,” Kirishima nearly yelled, “it might not have physically happened to you but, that doesn’t mean it didn’t fucking happen.” Bakugou cringed at the volume of his voice. Damn It he needed to calm down, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I, fuck, I wish I could take all that away but I can’t. I fought so fucking hard to try and save you. We all did , yet you still went through all of these fucked up things.”

“you, you don’t think I’m disgusting now, do you,” Bakugou whispered against Kirishima’s neck.

“what,” he was shocked, this really fucked Bakugou up, “of course not! Bakugou, what happened to you doesn’t change how I think of you. I don’t think anything will ever change what I think of you.” Bakugou nodded into his chest, it seemed he was finally finished telling him what happened. Bakugou sagged into his hold, his breathing slow and even. Kirishima was grateful that tomorrow was Saturday and neither of them had any obligations. They held each other the rest of the night, both falling asleep at some point. Neither of them had any more dreams that night.

The next morning

Kirishima stirred, not quite ready to wake up. He was incredibly warm and there was a very comforting weight across his chest. Something bad was creeping on the edges of his sleepy mind but Kirishima couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He slowly lowered his arm, that was draped over his eyes, intending to lay it on his stomach but instead came in contact with someone’s bare back. Someone’s back? Oh shit. Kirishima’s eyes flew open, he looked down and saw a sleeping Bakugou draped over his chest. His shirt must have been pulled up around his chest sometime during the night because Kirishima's hand now laid on Bakugou’s naked back. For a moment he thought he was still dreaming, but that moment was soon over as the images of last night began to replay in his head. Anger curled in Kirishima’s gut as he relived Bakugou’s devastating confession.

Kirishima felt Bakugou’s hand tighten the grip be has on his shirt and heard his breathing pick up. Thinking he was about to have another nightmare, Kirishima shook the boy in his arms. Bakugou’s red eyes popped open, immediately making eye contact with him.

“why did you wake me up,” Bakugou said, with obvious irritation.

“oh, I-I thought you were having another nightmare,” a blush rose on Bakugou’s cheeks and he quickly looked away from Kirishima.

“no it wasn’t a nightmare,” Bakugou whispered still not looking at him, “it was actually a good dream… but thank you for worrying.”

Kirishima was a little startled by the seemingly new Bakugou in front of him. This wasn’t the hard, angry Bakugou that everyone knew, heck this want even the slightly nicer Bakugou he knew. This was a Bakugou without walls, his barriers were completely down, he guessed that this was the real Bakugou. His chest felt tight at the realization, he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“it’s Saturday, so uh, you don’t have to leave. We can just hang out here,” Kirishima said, looking up at the ceiling, “that is if you want to.”

Bakugou sat up a bit to look at his face, “yea I would like that.” Kirishima looked at the clock, 5:00 a.m., still early so they will still have some time before breakfast. Both the boys got out of bed, fixing their night close, and stretching the sleep out of their muscles. Kirishima had to make himself look away when he found himself staring at the way Bakugou’s pants hung from his hips.

“hey ‘shima, would it be alright if we spent the day together,” Bakugou asked as he sat back down on the bed.

“sure bro, I didn’t have any plans,” his heart fluttered, even though they usually spent their weekends together, “what do you want to do?”

Bakugou shrugged, “whatever, I have some studying to do but other than that I don’t care.”

They talked about their plans for a while before the sound of Kirishima’s stomach signaled to them it was breakfast time. Bakugou laughed at him even if Kirishima was beyond embarrassed. Bakugou left so both of them could get dressed for the day, then they both headed down to the dining hall.

Later that day

The boys had spent the majority of the day doing random things from playing video games, to taking a walk, to studying. It was now 3 o'clock in the afternoon and they had run out of things to do. Bakugou had just returned from putting his English textbook back in his room and sat back down besides Kirishima on the floor. Bakugou had gotten frustrated during his studies and a bit of the old Bakugou was back, his face pulled into the hard face he usually puts on during the day. Kirishima defiantly found that face hot, like heat pooling in your stomach hot. Just thinking about it now sent that Delicious feeling rush through him. Bakugou must have noticed because he looked away, a hint of red marking his neck.

“hey can I ask you something,” Bakugou asked, Kirishima nodded, “have you ever, fuck, never mind.” Bakugou’s mask slid back into place, which surprisingly made Kirishima sad.

“bro, you know you can ask me anything,” he reassured, even though his stomach did a flip. Bakugou must have put his walls up for a reason, “seriously, ask, I’m curious now.”

“fine,” Bakugou bit out, “have you ever… kissed anyone before.” His stern mask faltered for a moment but ultimately slipped back into place. The only thing giving him away was how red his ears were.

Kirishima couldn’t help but smile at the boy in front of him. He was waiting for Bakugou to yell at him for staring but instead he just continued to stair back.

“well of course I have,” Kirishima said quickly, “kinda.” In reality Kirishima had kissed a girl once, but it was more like a quick press of his lips to hers. Defiantly not a ‘real’ kiss.

“kind of,” Bakugou questioned, “what the hell does ‘kinda' mean? How do you ‘Kinda’ kiss someone.” Bakugou glared at him, waiting for an answer.

“well I kissed a girl once,” Kirishima admitted, “but it wasn’t, like, a real kiss. So it was a ‘kinda' kiss.” His cheeks burned, why was Bakugou asking him anyway? “have YOU kissed anyone,” Kirishima returned the embarrassing question.

“No, I haven’t,” Bakugou started, “I’ve never really wanted to… well until now.” Those words played in Kirishima’s head a few time before he realized what they meant, that and the heavy look Bakugou was giving him.

“you want to, uh, kiss me,” there was clear disbelief in Kirishima’s voice, there is no way Bakugou would want to kiss HIM. Bakugou nodded very seriously, never dropping eye contact. “you’re not just doing this as some sort of payback for me helping you, are you,” a nasty feeling pooled in Kirishima’s gut, he knew Bakugou always felt the need to ‘pay people back’. That had to he the reason he’s ding this.

“No you fucking idiot,” Bakugou snarled, “I want to kiss you because I WANT to. The way you’ve been helping me has defiantly given me the courage to finally ask you, but other than that, this isn’t just for you.” Kirishima’s heart pounded once again in his chest. He had to chuckle a bit, Bakugou has a habit of making his heart do that.

“are you fucking laughing at me,” oh shit he might actually be mad now.

“no,” Kirishima rushed, “no, I’m not laughing at you. I just thought that, um, it was funny how you have a habit of, you know, making my heart beat out of my chest.” He had to look away from his friend at the admission.

Firm hands suddenly grabbed his face , making him look up and into Bakugou’s eyes. The mask he had previously had on was gone, Bakugou was now smiling down at him with soft eyes. Kirishima’s breath caught in his throat at how close Bakugou’s face was to his. Was this really going to happen? Was he finally going to kiss the one guy he’s been pining for all year? Bakugou’s eyebrows pulled together, struggling to find a way to start. Fuck it. Kirishima grabbed the back of Bakugou's neck and brought the boys lips to his. They stayed there lips pressed together for a sweet moment but Bakugou pulled away before he could deepen the kiss.

“I thought you wanted a real kiss,” Kirishima teased, knowing full well what was about to come. Determination shone in Bakugou's eyes and he crushed his lips to his own. It didn’t take long to set a sort of rhythm as their lips slid against one another, but that wasn’t good enough for Kirishima, He wanted more. So he nipped at Bakugou's bottom lip, causing him to gasp, and pressed his tongue into the others mouth. A low moan escaped from Bakugou and was swallowed by Kirishima. Kirishima’s blood boiled and he couldn’t sit still any longer. He unhooked his hands from Bakugou’s hair and pushed him down against the carpeted floor, breaking the kiss as they both gasped for air.

Kirishima dipped his head and started to kiss at Bakugou's neck, pulling more sexy sounds from him. Kirishima’s hands ran down the length of Bakugou's body and stopped to grab hold of the boys hip.

Bakugou froze, “s-stop,” he gasped. Kirishima sat up quicker than he thought possible, immediately removing his hands from Bakugou.

“shit,” Kirishima realized what was happening, “shit, Bakugou, I'm so fucking sorry.” Bakugou lay there, hands covering his face, panting. Unfortunately it wasn’t the good kind of panting. Damn it! How could he forget about what had happened to him? “please, just please look at me,” Kirishima had never felt more like an ass in his entire life.

Bakugou took a few more deep breaths before he removed his hands, sat up, and looked at Kirishima. “I’m the one who should be sorry,” Bakugou said, shaking his head, “I really fucking enjoyed that, it’s just, damn it, it’s just when you grabbed my hip I, FUCK, I just forgot it was you for a second.” Kirishima could tell Bakugou was ashamed, and he carefully reached over to take his hand.

“Look I get it,” surprised, Bakugou laced his fingers with his own, “I won’t do anything like that again.”

Bakugou's head snapped up, “of course you fucking will! Don’t you get it? I want you to, no fuck that, I NEED you to touch me like that again.” His face was determined, “I need it to he your hands, not their imaginary ones.” Kirishima must have turned as red as his hair, “I just want, to be with you. I’m about to say something really embarrassing but I think you should know.”

Bakugou looked at him as he nodded, not wanting to discourage him by talking, “when all that awful shit was happening to me, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I- I,” Bakugou tool a steadying breath, “I thought of you, you are the one who got me through it. And that day when you reached out and called for me I thought I was fucking dreaming, but no, you really did come. You came and saved my ass like a knight in shining armor. Fuck that’s so cheesy.”

Kirishima, slowly so as not to startle Bakugou, reached for him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, “I like cheesy,” he said still holding on to Bakugou, “I want to be with you too, I have for a while really. I agree to helping you, okay, but you have to lead the way, I don’t think my heart can handle what just happened again.” Bakugou answered with a fierce kiss. It was Kirishima’s turn to be pushed back and he was now leaning on the side of the bed.

“wait,” Kirishima said pulling away, “if were really going to do this, let’s get on the bed at least.” Kirishima couldn’t believe this is actually happening, part of his was overjoyed but there was another part that was terrified he will do something to trigger Bakugou again.

“ ‘shima stop worrying okay,” Bakugou caressed his face, “I promise to stop if it gets too much.” They both moved to the bed, laying a bit awkwardly neither of them sure how to start. Bakugou chuckled and scooted closer to Kirishima, close enough that their chests were pushed together and their faces were inches apart. Kirishima was still worried about making the wrong move and had to wrack his brain for a way for this to work for them both.

“Bakugou, I have an idea,” Kirishima said hesitantly, “you might find it embarrassing but it might make this go smoother.”

“I really want this, fuck do I want this, so I can deal with some embarrassment,” Bakugou chuckled, god were those words sexy.

“well I was thinking you could tell me what you want me to do,” Kirishima said, “that way I don’t do anything that could push you too far.” Bakugou's sweet smile told him how much the blond appreciated the care he was taking.

“okay, that’s not too bad,” Bakugou's eyes seemed to glow with a heat Kirishima wasn’t expecting, “kiss me, please.”

That was the push Kirishima needed to close the distance between them. The kiss again started very sweetly, Kirishima's hands were carefully placed on Bakugou's neck, but quickly turned hotter when the blond reached around Kirishima’s body to cling to him. Their tongues slid against one another in a velvety dance that sent fire through Kirishima. He had to fight the urge to touch Bakugou, something that he’s fantasized about during those lonely nights.

“touch me,” Bakugou moaned grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to his chest, “you can touch me anywhere, please, fuck, just touch me.”

“oh god,” Kirishima said, “ can we take off our shirts Bakugou?”

“our pants too,” Bakugou replied between heated kisses. Bakugou's hands ran up his shirt, urging him to break the kiss so he could fully take it off. He watched as Bakugou admired his body as he lifted his own shirt. Kirishima’s mouth watered at the expanse of pail skin in front of him, he was absolutely ripped. Bakugou's face heated as his shaky hands went to Kirishima’s jeans, fumbling a bit before successfully undoing them. He lifted his hips as the other boy slid them down legs and tossed them on the ground.

“my turn,” Kirishima purred, gently pushing Bakugou down on the bed. The blondes eyes were a little too wide so he said, “look at me Bakugou, it’s me, I’m the one touching you.” That seemed to help because the eyes looking at him relaxed and his lips parted. Kirishima’s hands started on Bakugou’s face, gently using his finger tips to touch the blondes features. He then slid his hands down Bakugou's neck and to his chest.

Bakugou had closed his eyes, arching into his touch. Kirishima cautiously ran a finger across the others hard nipple, grinning at his reaction. “again, fuck,” Kirishima happily obliged, this time rubbing firmly. Bakugou let soft moans slip from his mouth. Kirishima ran his hands a bit lower, loving the hardness of Bakugou’s abs. His lust began to take over a bit and Kirishima leaned in and sucked one of those pink nipples into his mouth.

“f-fuck, Kirishima,” hearing that ripped a moan out of his own lips. He continued to lick and suck the other nipple but his hands went to Bakugou's jeans, surprised when he got it undone with ease. Kirishima was making sure that Bakugou was looking at him as he eased the pants off, leaving both of them in just their underwear. “come here,” Bakugou growled, pulling Kirishima down on top of him.

Kirishima gasped at the pressure that was Bakugou's hard on pressing against his own. Bakugou licked across his lips, deepening the kiss and making Kirishima rut up against him. They continued like this for a while, kissing heavily and rubbing up against each other.

“I want more, fuck, give me more, please,” Bakugou begged as Kirishima sucked small bruises onto his neck. Bakugou reached out and tugged on Kirishima’s boxers attempting to get them off. He sat up and finished what Bakugou had started, and reached out to pull the blondes off too. There was no fear in Bakugou’s eyes, just heavy lust. Good, Kirishima reached over to his side table and grabbed the lube from the drawer.

When he looked at Bakugou, his eyebrow was raised and he had a smirk on his face, “shut up.” Kirishima blushed, he didn’t have to explain to Bakugou why he had lube in his room. “are you ready baby,” the pet name slipping easily from his lips. Bakugou started to turn, presumably to get on all fours, “no baby, you need to look at me while we do this. That way you won’t forget it’s me okay?” Bakugou slowly rolled back over obviously embarrassed.

“don’t be embarrassed babe,” Kirishima ran his hand back up to rub at Bakugou's nipple, “I am going to make you feel so good, I’m going to make you feel loved.” Kirishima froze for a second at the word, worried he had overstepped but Bakugou moaned, “mhm yes, love you, mhm so much.”

Kirishima couldn’t hold back much longer, without really thinking he bent over and licked a strip up Bakugou's weeping cock. Hands flew into Kirishima’s hair and he felt Bakugou writhe under him. Goaded by his response Kirishima took him in his mouth, careful not to let his sharp teeth ruin the experience. While Bakugou was distracted, he put some lube onto his fingers rubbing them together to warm it.

When his hand replaced his mouth, Bakugou began to protest, “shh, baby, just let me do this.” Kirishima knew that this was going to be the hard part. He knew penetrating him was going to be bring back bad memories and he needed his mouth free to keep him in the now. Kirishima put his hands underneath both of Bakugou’s thighs pushing them up towards his chest.

“fuck baby, you look so hot underneath me,” Kirishima said, looking Bakugou in the eyes. He must have already been lost in the pleasure because the old Bakugou would have told him to ‘shut the fuck up'. Kirishima hooked Bakugou’s knees over his shoulders so he could use both of his hands, one for rubbing Bakugou's cock the other to stretch him out.

“okay baby, are you sure you’re ready for this,” he couldn’t help but ask one last time.

“ugh, fuck, yes please just Do it,” Bakugou pleaded, wriggling his lower body enticingly. Kirishima’s right hand wrapped around Bakugou's straining cock, pumping up and down slowly. Only when his quiet moans turned into louder more frequent ones, did he carefully glided his lubed fingers to Bakugou's hole. Oh fuck, this was so hot, Kirishima's cock jumped in anticipation.

“I’m going to stretch you really good baby,” he pushed past the ring of muscled, sinking in to the first joint, Bakugou's mouth formed a perfect O, “that way nothing hurts, you’ll only feel good.” He pushed in further until his whole finger was pressed into Bakugou. Kirishima never stopped his persistent slow strokes matching it to the glide of his finger working in and out of him.

“it’s so sexy seeing you take my finger like that,” Kirishima had decided to talk when he did something new. His middle finger pressed in next to the other, Bakugou's breath hitched and his eyes were scrunched shut. “let me see you take two baby, fuck you’re so hot.”

Bakugou relaxed at the sound of his voice and his other finger slipped in a bit easier. Kirishima read a lot of smut and knew what to do at this point, so he Scissors his fingers to open him up further. At this point Bakugou was panting with need, hands gripped in the sheets. Kirishima curled his fingers up and hit a spot that made Bakugou arch into his fingers and call out in pleasure. Hell yea, he found it. Kirishima deliberately rubbed against the spot again, relishing in the response.

“kiri, mhn, fuck me,” Bakugou half monad half growled. As much as Kirishima wanted to, he knew Bakugou wasn’t stretched enough.

“Shh, baby you’re not stretched enough,” Kirishima really didn’t want to hurt him, “one more finger baby, then I promise I will make you scream with my cock.”

Kirishima eased the third finger past the tightly stretched ring until it fit in right along with the other two. Fuck, seeing Bakugou’s ass swallow his fingers like that was almost enough to make him cum. Almost. Kirishima pressed against his prostate a few more times, deciding he was now ready. Nerves shot threw him all of a sudden, it was his first time too after all.

“uh, shit,” Kirishima stuttered, “I don’t have a condom.” Way to kill the mood.

“kiri, it’s both of our first times, we're clean it’s okay,” Bakugou reassured, eyes filled with lust, and a bit of something else, “besides… I want you to… cum in me.”

Whoa. Growling Kirishima guided himself between Bakugou's legs, one hand intertwined in Bakugou's, the other around his shaft. In this position they were face to face and Bakugou’s free hand reached to grab his ass.

“baby, look at me while I push my cock into you,” Kirishima was struggling with the urge to push himself all the way in with one swift thrust. “I'm going to go nice and slow so you can feel every inch.”

With Bakugou's eyes on his, Kirishima pushed forward. He was met with a moment of resistance, but Bakugou made himself relax, letting the tip of his cock slide in. The rush of pleasure that seared through him was unbelievable. It felt like Bakugou’s ass was trying to suck him in to the hilt but he made sure his decent was slow and steady. Bakugou looked a little uncomfortable but he didn’t seem to be in any real pain. Finally Kirishima bottomed out. He shivered at the feeling of Bakugou’s hot ass sheathing him completely.

“I-I feel so full,” Bakugou panted, eyebrows pulled together, “it doesn’t hurt though, I think you can move.”

Kirishima pulled back a bit then pushed back in to test the waters. The hand pulling his ass toward him was very encouraging. He started at a leisurely pace that sent wave after wave of pleasure shoot up his spine. Bakugou released his hand , reaching up to pull their moths together. Kirishima swallowed all of Bakugou’s moans as they kissed wetly only stopping to groan out himself.

“Harder, baby,” Bakugou begged against his lips. He picked up the pace, pounding into him in a hard rhythm. He knew he couldn’t last much longer but he needed Bakugou to finish first. Kirishima’s hand wrapped around Bakugou's cock jacking it to the beat of his thrusts.

“kiri, shima, fuuuuuck,” Bakugou moaned loudly, “baby, fuck, don’t stop, I'm g-gunna cu,” and just like that Bakugou came undone, hot strings of cum painting his stomach. Kirishima was so damn close from the sight in front of him that only a few more thrusts and he was emptying himself deep on Bakugou’s ass.

Kirishima’s arms gave out and he fell on top of Bakugou. There was something really sensual about laying here, arms wrapped around each other, his softening cock still inside of him.

“wow,” Bakugou whispered, “thank you, thank you so much” his voice sounded thick like he was fighting tears, “I loved it so much, I-I love you… so much.”

Kirishima's heart warmed at his words, “I love you too Bakugou, I’m going to pull out now, it could be a little uncomfortable.” As gently as he could he pulled out of Bakugou seeing him wince a little. When he pulled out some of his semen came with it, damn that’s hot. Bakugou had thrown his arm over his face, clearly embarrassed.

“baby, I just fucked your brains out,” he chuckled, “my cum dripping out of you shouldn’t be embarrassing, it’s extremely hot actually.”

“shut up and go get a towel,” Bakugou said gruffly, “please.” That’s the Bakugou he knew and loved. Kirishima came back with a wet towel and carefully cleaned up their mess. Bakugou started to refuse but Kirishima didn't let him, he was enjoying doing the after care work.

“how are you feeling,” Kirishima asked as he wrapped himself back around Bakugou. His hands gently rubbing the blondes back.

“I feel, good,” Bakugou said thoughtfully, “I know this doesn’t erase the memory but this moment was so incredible I’m hoping to use it when the thoughts start to invade.” That’s all Kirishima could ask for, he wanted to he here for Bakugou.

“so hey, not to ruin the moment or anything but,” Kirishima hesitated, “ are we together now, like boyfriends?”

“is that your way if asking me out you idiot,” Bakugou laughed, “yes of course were together, I said I loved you remember?” the sound of a stomach growling , broke through the moment. To Kirishima’s surprise, it was Bakugou’s stomach not his.

Kirishima looked at the clock next to them, 6:00 p.m. , “let go get some dinner, babe.” They both got dressed and headed down to the dining hall only to he stopped by Mr. Aizawa. Oh shit.

“boys we need to have a word,” Mr. Aizawa said sternly, “I understand that you, Bakugou, have had a rough time sense you came back and I get that you, Kirishima, have been the one to help him through that but for God’s sake PLEASE be more quiet next time you ‘need each other’s help’!”

“uh, yes sir,” both boys said, utterly mortified.

“alright, now, be prepared for the shit you’ll get from the rest of your class,” Mr. Aizawa warned, “these damned walls are too thin.” and just like that he walked past the boys leaving them alone to face their peers.

“are you ready for this,” Kirishima asked, worried this might be too much.

Bakugou reached out and intertwined their fingers, “fuck yea I am, they're just jealous anyway.” They walked into the dining hall hand in hand prepared for the onslaught of jokes to come. Nothing could hurt them now, not when they had each other.

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Authors note: I wrote this 6 years ago and it has been posted on AO3 and here under a different username..that being said it's me.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kiribaku #kirishima x bakugou #bnha fanfiction #bnha requests #mha requests #mha fanfiction #rated E #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou

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the-wisteria-house · 10 months

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Requests and Rules

I will currently take requests for Demon Slayer and My Hero Academica for the following characters. (If you're not sure about a request, you can still submit it, and I'll get back to you :) )

MHA

Shoto Aizawa

Oboro Shirakumo (loud cloud)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Toshinori Yagi (Allmight)

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Hitoshi Shinsou

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Night Eye)

Miro Togata (lemillion)

Rody Soul

Tenya Iida

Tensei Iida

(If there is someone you want that is not listed, you can still send a request, and I'll see)

Demonslayer

Giyuu Tomioka

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genya Shinazugawa

Kyojuro Rengoku

Shinjuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuka Hashibira

Sabito

( If you want a character not listed, feel free to still send a request)

Please Note: I will do past ships with characters listed and not listed, for example: Past Tengen x Reader with Present Rengoku x reader.

I will also do none romantic ships with people listed and not listed.

Rules/ Things I won't write

Yander

It's fine if you like that stuff, but I just can't write it well. Now, that's not to say i won't do a, for example: character x (y/n) where (y/n) has a stalker and is saved by the Character of your choice.

Incest

This is self-explanatory.

Smut

I'm not good at writing explicit scenes. I'll write spicy scenes that fade to black and imply that something occurred, but not smut.

Polyamory/ Polygamy

I myself am not Poly and feel I would not be able to properly write such fics. So, no Rengoku x Tengen x Y/N. But I will do love triangles like were (y/n) has to choose one or the other.

Male (y/n)

I'm not a male, so I don't think I'd be all that good a writing (y/n) as one since I don't know the male experience. (Sorry to all my guys out there, but I mostly write in second person, so you can imagine (y/n) as a male)

OC's

I won't do OCs, but an exception is for example would be: Endeavor, and (Y/n) were together as teens, and (Y/n) got pregnant, and he left her, now he's trying to make things right with his son.

(Y/N) is still in the story, but the main focus is her son and his relationship with Endeavor, and (Y/n) and him are in no way getting back together.

Please try to be specific and give me a lot of details.

Example request:

Tanjiro x (Y/n) where (y/n) is Rengoku's younger sister (not a demon slayer), and they meet after Rengoku died on the train. They end up connecting and becoming pin pals, and over time, fall in love.

Tanjiro comes to visit her and Senjuro, and Shinjuro (who is now sober) pulls him aside and tells him to stop waiting on asking (y/n) out because if he doesn't, he'll regret it. He heads Shinjuro's advice and asks (y/n) out.

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Next writing ideas as came to the mind (prom/dance related!)! No clue when I will act on it but- CHARACTERS!

Please leave characters!!

Because I need people to force me to branch out with characters.

#bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha writing #mha fluff #mha requests #mha headcanons #fluff

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izukumidoriyashusband · 10 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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namjoon-koya · 1 year

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Thank you for taking my request? It was beautifully written.

I was wondering if I can another Headcannon of Aizawa, FatGum and Hawks seeing their s/o coming back a long mission and were about to greet them but Eri runs over to them first, their s/o kneels down arms open and gives Eri great big hug?

Just something sweet and adorable.

Thank you and take your time writing it.

a/n: sorry I’m late on this again😭 but I hope you enjoy it! This was a really cute request! Also I only wrote for Aizawa and Hawks just because I was struggling a little bit to figure out what to write for Fatgum, but I hope you enjoy it!

Aizawa:

People usually never saw Aizawa smile or at least act happy, he was always sleeping in his sleeping bag or just had a plain look on his face, but not this time. You were gone for a few weeks for a mission and it required you to be away from home, Aizawa wasn’t happy to hear you say you were leaving; but he understood that it was part of being a hero. Even while a few of his coworkers didn’t notice the glee in his eyes it was Toshinori and Hizashi who did notice.

“Are you excited that they’re finally coming back?” Eri asked as she continued to draw onto a piece of paper, he wanted to say hell yeah; but instead settled on saying yes to her question. He knows you wouldn’t appreciate hearing Eri say hell yes, if you asked her if she wanted pancakes for breakfast. “Done! Do you think they’ll like it?” Eri asked showing Aizawa the drawing she was working on, it could make out a family on the drawing.

It was Eri, you and him together holding hands, in the background it read “WELCOME BACK!” He knew anything Eri gave you, you would love it. “They definitely will” he said gently smiling at Eri. He heard the door click open and that’s when he saw you walk through the door, he wanted to run over to you and hold you in his arms. Even while it was just a few weeks of you being away, it almost felt like you were gone for a year.

Aizawa was getting ready to walk over to you, but that’s when he saw small flash run right past him. Eri beat him to you first, she was quick to open her arms wide open and you were quick to catch her in yours. You picked her up and gently spun her around “Eri! I missed you so much!” You said happily, “I missed you too! I’m happy you’re back home”

You looked over at Aizawa and saw a warm pleasant smile on his face, you knew he was taking in the scene in front of him. “Aren’t you going to say you missed me?” You asked him, Aizawa gave you a teasing look “course I didn’t miss you, it was quiet without you.” “Liar! You told me you didn’t like the house being quiet since they weren’t home” Eri that little traitor, but she was right. It was too quiet without you and he disliked it, he walks over to you and gently plants a soft kiss on your lips.

“Welcome back”

Hawks:

Hawks was excited to see you again, both of you did hero work. Yet most of the time it was you who had to leave on a mission trip, mostly because the hero commission told him he has to stay behind while you had to go. He didn’t like it, but he knew you wouldn’t argue against it. Aizawa, All Might and Eri were waiting for your arrival at the airport, while hawks never really formed a bond with Eri. You did you were there when they rescued Eri from overhaul and were there when she was recovering in the hospital, Hawks saw how gentle you were towards her which made his heart explode.

He felt a nudge against his shoulder, it was All Might getting his attention “here they come” he said winking at Hawks, shit if only he could fly towards you already and hold you in his arms. He missed you a lot, more than you could even imagine. At nights without you next to him he felt restless it was too cold without you next to him, when hawks saw you he felt his feathers fluff up at the sight of you. (His feathers did the same thing when he first noticed you during a meeting and of course it’s noticeable and he was EMBARRASSED because endeavor asked him about it)

When you got a bit closer Hawks was getting ready to run up to you until he saw someone else had beat him to you first, it was Eri she had his arms wide open and you were quick to drop your things and give her a hug back. Hawks was a bit jealous just because he wanted to give you a hug first, but seeing how happy you made Eri made him happy as well. You told him the things she went through when you and the others saved her, it was obvious you being there made her feel safe. “sorry I couldn’t hold her back, Eri was really just excited to see them again” Aizawa said as he walked over to Hawks, “don’t apologize it’s fine”

Once the both of you locked eyes onto each other that’s when he walked over to you, “hey there dove, it’s nice to see you again” he said planting a kiss on your forehead “what no kiss on the lips?” “Hey there’s a kid right in front of us” you rolled your eyes at him, “I really did miss you” he said again “so did I”

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 year

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ice-joestar sent me a request the other day!

Please tell me if you are not comfortable with this request ~

Genre : comedy. Fandom : bnha. Characters : kirishima, izuku, bakugo and shinsou.

Request : * please listen the song Captain save a hoe - E-40 * and reader whenever possible when he sees her boyfriend hero shouts "I wanna be saaaaaved" 🤣🙈

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Thank you so much for the request! I had fun while writing this! So I present:

Being saved by the heroes in a different sort of way!

Eijiro Kirishima

“Another day, another dollar, another caffeinated grind of the mill.” You sigh heavily while slipping out onto the busy streets full of people. To them, just like the bosses at your three part time jobs, you were a replaceable cog in a never stopping machine that was the economy. The large hoop earrings you wore glittered subtly in the weak sunlight coming in through the clouds hanging low enough to obscure the view of every towering building around. Today was one of the extremely rare days you had off from all the work so you’d setup a time to meet up with your super secret boyfriend that no one knew about. A quick glance was spared over your shoulder as the call of your name rose above the traffic. Groaning, you turned to face the three men who came to a stop a short distance from you. “Seriously? What do I have to do for you three to take the hint that I’m not interested?”

“Doll face, c’mon, you know he’ll pay good money for your time!” They chorused.

A twitch appeared in your brow. “I don’t care if he’s offering the freakin’ Taj Mahal! I’m busy!” You were just about to turn away when they dared remind you of the family debt still owed and mention of forgiveness if you agreed to the marriage interview. Did no one seriously understand that’s exactly why you would rather work so much it it meant that you’d be free from marrying someone like their don? “I’ll settle the debt on my terms, not yours or anyone else’s.”

They surrounded you with serious expressions. “You’re coming with us even if we have to drag you.”

Your gaze darted around the crowd until it locked upon a familiar head of long crimson hair. Making a break for it, you slipped past the trio and all but tackled the unsuspecting man who grunted from your weight colliding with his that sent you both to the ground in a heap. Snuggling up to his side you stiffened when three pairs of hands made to pull you back up. “I need to be saaaaaaved, Sharky!”

Each pair of foreign hands instantly vanished from your behind as he all but slung you over his shoulder while standing, relief filling you when spotting the goons disappearing from sight. It was short lived due to the sudden smack to your behind courtesy of the red head’s palm meeting it. “Hey!”

“That’s for making me wait.” He grinned, those ruby eyes of his side eyeing you as he began walking. “Wish you’d just let me marry you already and then they wouldn’t even think of coming anywhere near ya.”

“And let you inherit my family debt? Not on my watch.” Your tongue stuck out between pursed lips. “And what the heck was that back there? Thought you wouldn’t have crumbled like that in a million years!”

“You caught me by surprise!” A smirk raised his lips when three other goons dressed in a similar manner to the previous ones appeared ahead. “Guess they can’t take a hint that you’re not interested. Should I knock them to Kingdom Come?”

“And get yourself thrown in jail?! No!” That devious glint in his eyes should have been your warning that he was scheming something devious but it wasn’t as if you had the strength to stop him anyways as he set you on your feet. “What are you—” Pain seared as his teeth suddenly took hold of your shoulder.

Whatever signal it sent the new three instantly made themselves scarce but not before the resounding impact of your palm against his cheek filled the air. Swallowing the lump that had risen in your throat, you fixed him with a glare. “Bite me like that again and I’ll let my kids loose at your agency, buddy!”

As if on cue, a boy and girl around the age of ten came catapulting as if from thin air to land duo kicks to the pro hero’s core, their combined momentum causing him to knock into a nearby light post. “Leave our mama alone, you shark!”

A smirk raised your lips when Eijiro swept them both up to playfully gnaw on their shoulders and earning fits of laughter. Looked like if things continued he might be the one who needed saving.

Shinsou

A hand drug down the span of your face while sighing in exasperation as a small bell rang. The chair across from you became vacant as a break was announced, giving you a brief reprieve from the seemingly endless candidates. How had you let your friend convince you this was a good idea in the first place?

“Another drink?”

Oh, yeah, the free open bar. The empty glass disappeared but was quickly replaced by a full one courtesy of a waiter who bowed then departed with a friendly smile. Your lips pursed once taking a sip then fell into a frown when one of the candidates approached your table. They wore a tan corduroy- seriously? -suit with a fuzzy caterpillar stache beneath their long nose. Before their mouth could open your hand had risen with a shake of your head. “Sorry, it’s a no from me and not because of your strange obsession with antique dolls but the fact you live in a building that was once an abandoned asylum which earns my answer.” The table’s surface met that of your forehead when they took the hint to leave and did so, leaving you finally alone to your thoughts within the canopied space once the curtains had been closed. “Ugh, not a single one piqued my interest and the ones that almost did were promising psychopaths.” Your gaze flittered up to the curtains made of chiffon, searching for your friend and gaping when finding them beelining for the exit with one on each arm. That traitor! The table met your forehead again with a drawn out whine. “I wanna be saaaaaved!”

“See your friend ditched ya. Mine did too.” A voice from the booth behind you commented, their shadow shifting closer to your own.

“Greatest in the world they are.” You sighed once downing the rest of your drink. “And I heard they don’t let anyone leave unless they’ve got a partner so no escape for me.”

A disinterested grunt was his answer as you picked at an invisible piece of lint on the seat. “Keep a secret?”

“Not like I’ve got anyone to share it with currently.”

“I’m supposed to be looking for a villain known for targeting couples in the area but doesn’t look like they’re here tonight.”

A laugh bubbled up your throat. “I can one up ya, buddy, my friend brought me here to meet some guy whose got a brainwashing quirk just so that I wouldn’t feel so bad about my own. I can make people act like any animal I name so long as I maintain eye contact.”

The curtains shifted as a laugh sounded but it wasn’t mocking or degrading. If anything it sounded as if he was interested and excited. “That I’d kill to see.” A finger appeared within the curtain’s split, pulling it back to reveal a young man with tousled navy hair and heavily shadowed eyes. Even so you couldn’t help but think he was handsome. “Shinsou’s my name. Think you’re friend was talking about me, I’m the one with the brainwashing quirk.” The smallest of smiles lifted his mouth’s corner as you offered him your hand with a self introduction. His hand was a bit bigger than your own but not overly so as he shook it with just enough grip to relay sincerity. “Couldn’t help but overhear your earlier statement. Whaddya say that we save each other and get the heck out of here?”

You both shared a smile when a figure came to a stop before your table, looked like tonight was going to be exciting after all. Maybe the two of you should work undercover more.

Deku

“Seriously?!”

Tenya slid the glasses he wore back up the ridge of his nose. “Affirmative. You wrongly answered the last several practice questions repeatedly.” That bright light glare appeared across the lenses. “Perhaps we should review the material again.”

Your arms rose to cover your head as it fell to rest upon the table. “I can’t think straight anymore! I can’t even remember my own name by this point!”

“An exaggeration if I’ve ever heard one,” he sighed while looking at the nearby clock, “though I do suppose a break is in order.”

“Freedom!” You crow loudly while standing, stretching arms above your head while walking towards the nearby door that would lead to the outside patio.

The cool night air felt so good against your skin as the door slid closed behind you, earning a blissful sigh from between your lips as you took a deep breath. Cedar, pine, even the faintest hints of the coming frost teased your nose with each inhale you took. Stars twinkled above your head from their blanket of night as you took a few steps away from the dorm to stand on bare soil. A sound came from your right, which you promptly ignored thinking that it was a small animal or a classmate returning from an errand, but felt annoyance fill you when the presence didn’t dissipate. “Oh, come on, Tenya, I just got out here. Break can’t be over already!”

“Sorry to disappoint,” a different voice than you expected came with a chuckle, “but I can leave you alone if that’s what you need.”

Your hands instantly latched onto his wrists before the forest haired teen could move away, almost about to cry in relief knowing it was Deku who had come to find you. A wide grin lifted your lips as he tilted his head at your display of excitement when an idea occurred to you. “I need to be saaaaaved, Deku, and you’re the perfect person to do it!”

Within his freckled cheeks rose a bright red blush capable of rivaling Kirishima’s hair at your words. “I- You- What?!”

His gaze and yours remained steadfast until it dawned on you just how he was taking them. A shriek slipped up your throat while releasing his wrists, turning away so that he couldn’t see your blush with a squeak. “That’s not what I meant and you know it! D-don’t go twisting my words like that!”

“S-s-sorry! It won’t happen again!”

With a sigh, you faced him once ensuring that your face had returned to normal and bristled when the call of your name came from inside. “Now seriously, I need you to come in and save me from Tenya’s study session!”

His emerald gaze flittered between you and the dorm door, the gears within his mind visibly cranking before they came to a halt, and a grin nearly split his face in two. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Not in a million years had you expected him to do what came next.

Textbooks and various other notes were laid out across the table you’d been using, Tenya and Deku on either side of you. The spectacled classmate looked to be in better spirits while bouncing between the various papers while Deku’s calming presence seemed to fuel your motivation to succeed in the night’s study session. If something wasn’t clicking via Tenya’s explanation, Deku would bounce in with his own that would fill in the missing pieces you needed. The problems and questions which had tripped you so badly before now seemed like minor little skips like hop-scotch. Anytime that you began to feel overwhelmed he was ready with a smile and briefest of nudges that were his knee against your own that gave silent encouragement.

Night gave way to daytime, meaning that the day of the big test had arrived, but you picked up that pencil with purpose and confidence. It may have taken you a bit longer than you’d liked yet the satisfaction that rose upon handing it to the sensei was more than you could almost bare. Patiently you waited outside his classroom with two drinks in hand; one for him and the other for yourself. He perked the moment his gaze found you, hurrying across the hall once closing the door behind him, and grinned widely when you offered him the sweet treat.

A blush tinted his cheeks when you winked. “Thanks for being my hero and saving me, Deku.”

The biggest and brightest grin you’d ever seen on him appeared as the sun outside came out from behind the clouds, blinding you by the glare off of his pristine white teeth.

“Ah, I’m blinded by the light!”

“S-sorry!”

Katsuki

Anger filled you as the gathering crowd down below began pointing their phones upwards in your direction. Flaming cheeks aside, you were grateful for the breeze that swept by which cooled your skin slightly against the sun’s harsh light. The clothing you wore was becoming tighter with each passing second the longer you remained in this embarrassing position. It had just been a normal day of work when a villain all of sudden came crashing through the nearby wall where you were standing. Guess no one would blame you for holding a grudge agains them yet it was the hero who had come barreling in after who fueled your current anger and resentment. If it hadn’t been for them then you wouldn’t be dangling by the strength of your jacket’s fibers which had been skewered by a support beam while the rest of the building was almost rendered to ruin.

“I already said I’m sorry so forgive me already.”

“Like hell I will!” You shout back venomously at the speaker while several of your coworkers encouraged forgiveness. “Are you all serious?! He was the one who made me wind up in this situation! My favorite skirt is ruined too!”

A drawn out huff sounded from the lone figure who stared up at you with bright carmine eyes. “I’ll buy you another one, damnit, so quit your complaining!”

With your own huff, you crossed your arms and faced away from them with a snap of your neck. “I wouldn’t be in this mess if Deku or Red Riot had been here instead.”

“Son of a—Take that back!”

“No!” Brief satisfaction filled you when silence fell until suspense filled gasped sounded, earning your interest.

Out of nowhere a hand took hold of your chin, causing your head to turn towards the building’s wall that you’d fallen out of and find yourself transfixed by bright red eyes shining with amusement. Dynamight, otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugo, trailed a gloved thumb across your lips as his own lifted into a smirk. It was still warm from the explosions that he’d set off earlier, causing the faint traces of charcoal and salty sweat to tickle your nose. “I said take it back.”

“Make me.” The retort had slipped out of your mouth before consciously aware it was about to, surprising yourself and him judging from the widening of his gaze. Fuse had been lit on your temper, being as it had already been one hell of a long day for you, so you were just getting started. “You were sloppy, rushing, and inconsiderate of the innocents who were around you! That villain was just trying to steal some food from the nearby grocery store across the street, right? There was no need for you to go berserk on them like that! And as far as I’m concerned, you’re the one who needs a giant helping of humble pie because that was just pathetic!”

His expression became one that you knew all too well which meant he had something planned for you before he released and turned away. “Fine then. Hang here all night for all I care. I’m not gonna lift a finger until I hear the magic words.” That smirk raising his lips became more devious when he pointed downward where a few male members from the workplace were gathered.

It didn’t take long for you to understand why they were directly beneath where you were hanging thanks to a breeze that swept through. A brief shimmy of your hips and thighs revealed your worst fear: the tights you’d opted to wore had torn to reveal the underlying underwear! You now knew a whole different level of embarrassment and humiliation as they continued to stare up at you despite how vigilant you tried to fold your legs. How long have you been hanging up here with the whole city block getting a view of your underwear?!

“I’m waiting.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you sheepishly hung your head. “I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t mean all that. It’s just been—”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

For a split second you had no idea what he was insinuating until spotting the smirk he wore. “N-no way!”

He leaned against the nearby slab of concrete. “I ain’t moving until you say it loud enough for them side characters to hear.”

Pride abandoned you when a wolf whistle sounded from below. The humble pie that was meant for him instead shoved its way into your own gullet as you took a deep inhale. “I need you to saaaaaave me, Dynamight!” You practically screamed at the top of your lungs.

By the look on his face he definitely hadn’t expected you to shout, let alone scream, the phrase he wanted to hear. Especially not with as much emotion that was behind it. A flush bloomed within his cheeks from beneath the mask that spread down his neck and to the tips of his ears as he remained frozen in place. The next whistle though broke him free of the stupor and he effortlessly freed your coat from its confinement, easily hoisting you up into his arms so that he could carry you while preserving what was left of your decency by tucking an arm beneath your behind. Hiding your face within the crook of his neck, you failed to witness the warning glares he shot any who attempted to approach before placing you upon your feet. He kept you from walking away by the fingers that lingered around your wrist, ensuring that you saw his raised eyebrow that asked if you were truly okay then released once you’d nodded.

Later you found a replacement for your ruined skit and panty hose waiting for you courtesy of a delivery person as your residence.

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