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- wonderwall. | first act

+ prince!s.todoroki x lady!reader. royalty au. unrequited love. angst. fluff. reincarnation.

+ young and beautiful by lana del ray, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be by jess banko, heather by conan gray, happiness is a butterfly by lana del ray, daddy issues (remix) by the nbhd, yellow by coldplay, staryboy by the weekend, falling by chase atlantic, i love you by billie eilish, heartburn by wafia.

+ thank you to my bae @catzula (who is currently drunk) for beta reading this, and letting you know from now on each act will go through you first >:)

+ taglis is open !

+ masterlist

Your second chance at life felt a little strange at times. You're afraid that it will go in the blink of an eye, you'll die, and your family will be gone forever. However, you also believed in yourself; you were determined to live a comfortable life this time, and no obstacle would stand in your way; you would make it happen. But, unfortunately, the month had flown by too fast for your taste; your free time and calm state of mind had vanished and it was already the evening before your departure; the maids were busy getting you ready.

The corsets you had to wear were one thing you didn't miss . Who had made these items in the first place? It did nothing but obstruct your airway. If you don't include the fact that there is no bed in jail cells , the days you had to wait for your execution in a filthy, loose dress were perhaps the most physically pleasant days you've ever had. Mary, your head maid, stood behind you with the rest of the maids, pulling on the corset straps to press you even tighter. The many other pair of hands were busy messing with your make-up and smoothing out your outfit.

Mary was someone you had a great deal of faith in. She was the head maid, and she filled the lack of mother figure you so craved your whole life. She was constantly looking out for your best interests and made sure you always had a grin on your face. She had a very gentle look; her burgundy hair cut short above her shoulders completing her pristine look, almond-shaped eyes, and her simple brown-colored orbs portraying her experience and emotions. Her height was taller than you, passing you with 4-5 inches, Mary had aged well, she wasn’t old per se, but she wasn’t the youngest maid in the household as well.

The days you spent in the prisons had made you ponder about her and if any other Duke or Marquess would welcome her when your house fell. The nobles were petty and liked stories; you were concerned that her association with your name might result in her losing her position, but you set those fears aside for the time being. You were here to change the past, and you weren't going to let Mary affected by your poor choices.

“Mary, you're going to leave me physically breathless!” You stated this while holding your waist to keep her from fiddling with the corset any longer.

“Dear, we need to highlight your figure! It would be a pity if His Highness did not notice your eye-catching figure!” She tries to keep her seriousness, but you don’t miss the mischievousness that falls on her lips.

“I never said I wanted his Highness’s gaze on me like that, though.” You mutter under your breath, which Mary catches with a quirked brow.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You smile sweetly. “Can’t you at least loosen it a little? I don’t think his Highness would appreciate me falling flat on his marble floor.”

“Oh, fine, alright.” She brushed her clothing off and took a few steps back to gaze at your shape. “The outfit will look stunning on you! I don't want to come across as disrespectful, Lady Y/n, but I'm glad you decided to alter your dress.” She dashed out to get you the dress you'd be wearing today.

“It's not at all insulting, Mary. I simply realized how...bright the other one was and decided to tone it down a few notches.” You observed as she brought the dress around.

“You made the correct decision, my Lady. This one will look stunning on you, exactly like a princess.” When she smiles fondly at you, you can’t help but feel warm inside.

Half an hour later, the dress was completely on you, and the maids had finished with your face and the jewels that adorned your body. You looked at yourself in the long mirror, your hands moving about your body, feeling the corset through the material of your dress. You had the appearance of an ancient storybook princess, but you didn't feel good about yourself. How many times have you put on gowns solely to please him? When was the last time you even wore anything because you thought it was beautiful? As much as you dreaded the prospect of seeing him again, it was unavoidable at this point. You only prayed your expression didn't reveal all the feelings you'd kept to yourself.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your reverie, “It's Mary, Lady Y/n.”

“You may enter!”

“The carriage has arrived; his Grace The Duke awaits your arrival downstairs.” She stands before the doorway as composed as she always is, but the slight breathiness in her voice gives away her excitement.

“All good, Mary,” you give an appreciative nod, “thank you for informing me. I'll be there in a minute.”

It was now or never; you weren't going to squander this second shot at life; you were going to live a long and happy life.

“At long last, you've come. The carriage is waiting for you outside, and your luggage is being taken care of, dear.” As you waltzed to his side, your father met you at the bottom of the steps.

“Thank you, father,” you embraced him, leaning closer to his ear, “I hope you uphold your end of the bargain,”

“I guarantee that if you make it to the finals, I'll come and declare you the successor of the family.” His lips pecked your cheek as if to console you, smiling down at you as a knock on the door broke his focus. He waved his hand as you heard light steps fill the room, a pretty girl with an innocent gaze rushing right before you. “Of course, they'll provide you maids to help you, but the royal family also allows the candidates to arrive with a single maid.” He pointed at the girl standing before you, who had a hesitant grin ghosting on her lips, adding to her innocent gaze. "This is Adelaide,” your father explained with a proud smile, “she will accompany you to the palace."

You thought her face seemed familiar, but everything clicked into place when you heard her name: Adelaide. She wasn't your average maid. Despite being assigned to assist you during the choosing process, you had come to realize that she was nothing more than an opportunist, one that was half responsible for your collapse. She was quick with her hands, too, swift fingers pulling pieces of jewelry collection and walking off in the castle, only to wind up in small controversies with the other suitors present in the palace.

“I appreciate your kindness, father,” you press your lips together, “but I'd rather go with someone I know, like Mary!”

“Wouldn't a younger girl be preferable? Someone who is up to date on the newest fashions?” Your father persists with a quirked brow.

“Mary here keeps up with all the latest fashions! She's always helped me with everything; I'd be a lot more at ease if she came with me.” You glanced at Mary, who had her worried gaze at you as a timid grin brightened her face.

“If that's what you want, then go ahead and do it. But, Mary, you should go prepare your luggage.”

You drew Mary closer to you and offered your father a tight-lipped smile, saying, "No need, father, we can go shopping together at the capital. I believe it is past time for Mary to get a new outfit.”

“Lady Y/n–” you squeezed her side to silence her, your gaze fixed on her. “Well, we should get going; once I arrive, father, I'll write you a letter.”

“Alright then, dear, have a safe trip,” he waved as you left the household..

“Father, I bid you farewell.”

Your father was adamant, and with Adelaide's expression in her eyes, you knew you had to get yourself and Mary out of there. Your departure was a bit sooner than you had planned since you were afraid that the events might begin to repeat themselves.

In a former life, you were the first competitor to spend time with Shoto before anybody else; you were madly in love with him. Even if you do leave early this time, you will make certain that you do not run into him. Instead, you'll go to your bed chambers and leave your luggage there, then leave right away to go shopping with Mary. A diversion would be beneficial to your thoughts, and shopping was something that always managed to improve your mood, allowing you to plan your activities.

You and Mary stepped out your front door, only to be met by an excessively decorated carriage. It appeared to be too much red and white with an awful golden frame, ensuring that everyone knew who it belonged to. Who was the architect of the palace? You'd never believe how you used to think these designs were 'beautiful.' Love has a way of messing with people's heads; you want to make fun of yourself.

When you and Mary arrived, the two guards in front of the door perked up and opened the door to let you and Mary into the carriage. You observed as Mary fiddled with her hands, avoiding eye contact. “I apologize if my request was a little too sudden, but you're the one person I trust to be at my side. Plus, we'll start shopping as soon as we get there! I think it's about time you received some new clothing; I can already see how lovely you'll look in them!”

As you took your seats, you placed your hand on hers to ease her down. The blush rising to her cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you, “You’re too kind, My Lady. I’m honored you see me capable of assisting you throughout your stay.” you smiled. She was, indeed, a remarkable woman.

When you think back, you wonder how Mary survived after you and your father died. She's always been a kind, understanding force to be reckoned with, but your image most likely influenced her job. These notions in your brain caused you anguish; you and everyone you've ever loved had to endure enormous suffering simply because of an allegation and your naive love. You'd make certain that everyone you cared about had a good life, no matter what.

“We've arrived, My Lady.” Mary's voice jolted you out of your reverie as you gazed out the carriage windows at the grandeur of the royal palace. The magnificent gates and entryway never failed to astound you. It was encircled by a big forest full of thousands of trees, and the unusually large gates stood tall with exquisite patterns constructed on them, providing a one-in-a-million vista throughout the kingdom. Despite the carriage's negative impression of the family, the palace had the most thought-out and intricate design ever; it was a sight to see throughout the entire nation.

The palace was not designed by the present dynasty; it was left by the former emperor who died of old age; it was reasonable to say his reign was the golden era of the empire, acclaimed for how much the kingdom prospered under his control, he was always remembered.

When you and Mary stepped out of the carriage, you found yourself staring at a woman and a man, both gazing at you with judging eyes and pressed lips. You recognized them, head maid and butler of Prince Shoto, as well as three additional maids behind them, whom you knew as Hollie, Margaret, and Bethany. Roselyn and Damien, the head maid and butler, you'd known since you were a youngster. They were always present when you arrived at the palace for your weekly sessions with the royal tutors and treated you just like the Prince himself. You'd never forget the sight in their eyes on the day of the execution; remorseful, for you or for themselves; you had no idea.

The other three maids behind them weren’t much different; because they were fed lies about your obsessive love, they never exactly welcomed you warmly; only Margaret opened her eyes after seeing the hatred and abuse you received. However, because her generosity was motivated only by pity, you could never accept her acts and words.

“We extend our greetings to Lady Y/n of the L/n Dukedom.” You observed as they all curtsied as a gesture of respect; you opened your fan to hide the smirk that was growing on your lips. Then, with a nod of your head, you motioned for them to rise, saying, "It's fantastic to be back here, Roselyn." Nothing has changed, as far as I can tell.” Roselyn walked towards you, lips curled in a grin, her voice as if it was mocking you. “Your presence has been much missed around here, Y/n. Should we grab your baggage so you may pay a visit to His Highness?”

This was the crucial question. This was the point at which you would initiate the sequence of actions that would alter the events of your prior life. You lowered your fan as you looked at Mary, saying, "Actually, I intended on going shopping for my maid and me. However, I would like it if my luggage could be placed in my bedchamber.” Damien and Roselyn's looks were the most pleasurable you'd felt in a long time; to say they were surprised would be an understatement.

You, who has never refused to pay Shoto a visit, who has always been at his side seeking his devotion, refusing to see him? They'd best get accustomed to it since it was going to happen a lot more now.

“If that's what you desire. We'll have your room ready for you when you return; when should that be?” she said hesitantly, motioning for the servants to bring your belongings, Damien trailing after them. “Perhaps an hour or two? I'm not sure what to say. There are several shops I'd like to visit,” you said innocently as you watched them. “All right, sweetheart, we'll get started right now. You will be accompanied by the guards while shopping. You may utilize the carriage you arrived in.” You didn't even bother answering, instead you dragged Mary, who had stood calmly during the event, back onto the carriage.

A person stood beside the window of his study, watching the proceedings unfold, but he took a seat behind his table before the Lady left. He had a lot of work to do and couldn't keep his thoughts occupied with every single contestant that arrived today. He had a hunch he'd see the Lady who had just arrived in his office shortly. It was a pattern he wanted to avoid since she was constantly around, and if she wasn't, her name was referenced every corner he turned; it irritated him to some level.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his trance, and he braced himself for the voice that never seems to leave his head. “You are welcome to enter.”

The door opened to show his head maid, Roselyn, who merely said, "I greet His Highness, Prince Shoto," and curtsied. Shoto had a puzzled expression on his face; why weren't you next to Roselyn? When you visited, you were always by her side to meet him; what was different this time?

“Where has Lady Y/n gone, Roselyn?”

“She stated that she wanted to go clothing shopping with her maid. Your Highness, she'll be back in an hour or two.”

Had you really gone shopping? What happened to having your clothing custom-made for you? And why was he bothered that you hadn't come to welcome him as usual? He must have gone insane; it was better this way; he didn't want to raise your aspirations any higher than they already were. It would only lead to a dispute between the L/n Dukedom and the royal family, which no one desired. “All good, I appreciate you alerting me. You may leave now,” he said dismissively to Roselyn.

He had a lot to accomplish, and if he wanted to do everything before the royal court met, he needed to get started right now.

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BNHA Halloween Special Mini-SMAU

Bakugo x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crack

Y/N L/N is a college student by day and tired overworked Cafe Barista by night. Busting her ass to finish up school, she has no time for dating or college parties. The last time she had done anything holiday related was the year before, when Mina dragged her to a party she didn’t want to go to. One unforgettable night, and a grenade keychain was all she got out of it; knowing full well she’d never see her mystery stranger again.

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Hitoshiiiiiii🖤🖤💜

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Genre: Drama, Humor, Some NSFW Content Throughout, Comedy

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Hero Stuff, Villain Stuff, Bad exes, Annoying pursuers

Hitoshi Shinsou, the number 4 hero spent his early years fighting “the good” fight as an underground hero. During that time, his high school sweetheart couldn’t find it in her to stay. She wanted someone bold. Someone that was in the spotlight. Someone with some pull in the big seats. Leaving him, meant Shinsou was once again alone to wander through life unsure of his purpose anymore. Coming out of the underground, Mindjack’s status elevated as he continued working with the big name heroes. He was making it in the big time, and he still had no one to share it with.

One Hero gala will change it all for Shinsou, as he manages to drink himself into the bed of Y/N L/N. Support Tech genius, and the only human capable of handling a wild Bakugo. Shinsou has never been in an FWB situation, but something about Y/N makes him want to try. Y/N just wants to show him, that he was always more than others made him out to be. And that his ex was a bitch.

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Genre: Drama, Humor, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Toxicity, Manipulation

Katsuki Bakugo has only ever loved one woman, Mina Ashido. She was his best friend. She was also the first and only girlfriend he had ever had. Growing up, Bakugo wasn’t very outgoing and he could count on one hand how many friends he really had. Mina was like a breath of fresh air to him. Coaxing him out of his shell and into new things. One new thing was a poly relationship with her other childhood best friend Kirishima Eijiro. Everything was perfect, even if Katsuki felt inferior to the red headed boy.

Cue the predictable heartbreak when Mina dumps Katsuki and leaves. No explanation, no reason, just a public dumping at some fancy restaurant he can’t remember the name of. As an adult, Katsuki’s circle is even smaller than it was before, and he’s found it nearly impossible to move on.

Y/N L/N. Waitress, Chef on the rise [but mostly a waitress at some swanky place that’s ridiculously over priced], part-time student, full-time dumbass. Y/N doesn’t believe in marriage. Her parents shitty marriage proved that it was a total sham. Never staying in a relationship for longer than a few months, Y/N has rid her hands of those as well. Unfortunately for her, Izuku Midoriya refuses to see his bestie single and has taken it upon himself to get his two closest friends together. 

Too bad Bakugo is too shy to say anything and Y/N is too much of a wild card to play by the rules…but maybe they’ve each got something the other needs to give them a little push in the right direction.

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@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

heather | kaminari denki

— gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @misakachan

pairing: kaminari x fem!reader | platonic!kirishima x fem!reader

genre: LOTS of angst, some comfort(?)

summary: kaminari had been oblivious to your feelings for years now, and at first it was okay, you didn’t mind hiding them. until you noticed the way he looked at her and suddenly, it wasn’t okay anymore.

warnings: swearing

word count: 5.6k

a/n: this is my first time writing and posting for a bnha character so i really hope you guys like it <3 i usually don’t write angst, but i couldn’t stop thinking about this and decided to write it down and i’m very happy with how it turned out.

« i still remember third of december

me in your sweater, you said it looked better

on me, than it did you, only if you knew

how much i liked you »

YOUR whole body trembled thanks to the coldness surrounding you, the snow decorating the floor and trees being a clear sign that winter had already begun in japan. you hugged your arms in a poor attempt to provide yourself some kind of heath, only to be met with the feeling of your cold hands. out of all the days you could’ve forgotten your jacket, it had to be on one of the coldest days of december. profanities fell from your lips as you tried your best to endure the pain until the bus came, but you were sure you would pass out by then. or maybe you were exaggerating.

the bus stop wasn’t that far away from your house, maybe if you ran you could get your jacket and get back on time to catch the bus. you checked your phone to see the time, a groan leaving your lips as you realized that was going to be practically impossible. if you left now, by the time you came back the bus would be long gone. dammit, why do i have to forget everything?

“well well, look who we have here.” your ears perked up as soon as you heard the male’s voice, a small smile making its way to your lips.

kaminari made his way over to you, both hands on his pockets as he returned the smile, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. the smile didn't falter until he took note of your current state. his eyes widened with concern and his hands worked fast to take his jacket off.

“denki, what are you doing?” confusion was evident on your face, but that didn’t stop the blonde from wrapping you up in the warm material.

you blushed from the sudden proximity, his face just inches away as he finished zipping up the piece of clothing. it didn’t take long before his cologne filled your nostrils and you basked in the comfort it gave you; it smelled like home. kaminari’s smile returned to his face when he saw your body visibly relax at the newfound heath, even though goosebumps began to form on his skin by the sudden change of temperature. he could handle being cold for a few hours.

“there, now you won’t die of hypothermia.”

“but what about you?”

he shrugged, tilting his head to the side before answering, “it’s fine, it looks better on you anyways.”

you knew he probably meant it in a friendly way, but you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the compliment. suddenly you felt all warm inside, and it wasn’t because of the jacket. but rather the effect your best friend had on you.

right.

the smile slowly disappeared from your face, replaced with a hurt expression instead.

that’s all we are.

realization dawned upon you quickly and you scolded yourself for almost believing something so irrational and overall stupid. but as he nudged your arm with his elbow and started talking to you about a new video game that had come out that exact same day, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he did so, you allowed yourself to hold on to that fantasy a little longer. after all, dreaming didn’t hurt anyone right?

and so, you spent the whole ride to school envisioning an universe in which kaminari returned your feelings for him. an universe in which he loved you just as much as you loved him and you didn’t have to worry about anything, because at least you had him. an universe in which you didn’t have to overthink every little thing he did, wondering whether or not he actually meant it or if he was being his usual flirty self. an universe in which you were able to call him yours.

when school ended and you found yourself at the bus station once again, with kaminari next to you, you began to take off the jacket, having it worn all day and deciding it was time to give it back. but kaminari’s hands stopped you, hovering on top of yours, before you could finish unzipping it. you looked at him questioningly, trying your best to ignore the erratic beating of your heart and the electricity you felt right where your hands were touching.

“you can keep it.” his words confused you even more.

“what? no. it’s your jacket, you’ll get cold and besides it’s-”

“oh please don’t act like you don’t love wearing my clothes.” his tone was teasing, yet knowingly eyes scanned your face and you looked away, a hint of blush across your cheeks.

“whatever, but don’t expect to get it back.” kaminari laughed, his hands leaving your own and you had to hold back from taking it and interlacing your fingers together.

as you parted ways, walking in opposite directions to head back to your houses after a long day at school, you hugged yourself for the second time that day. this time, actually being able to feel warm. both inside and out.

—

« but I watch your eyes

as she walks by

what a sight for sore eyes

brighter than the blue sky

she’s got you mesmerized

while I die »

YOU and kaminari told each other everything, well at least most things. so it didn’t surprise you when he started rambling about yet another girl. don’t get me wrong, you loved him to death, but you had to admit that the boy could be quite unlucky with the ladies, much to own your luck that is. but this time was different and you both knew it. you noticed it in the way he smiled whenever he talked about her, how he was able to light up from just hearing her name, and most importantly, the way he looked at her. and you immediately knew. because it was the same way you looked at him.

she was your classmate and friend, and you could totally understand why kaminari was so smitten with her. she was funny, smart, caring, beautiful; in other words everything you weren’t. and while it’s true you knew it was bad to be envious of people, specially your friends, you simply couldn’t not wish to be her. i mean come on, not only did she have an awesome quirk you had no chance of competing against, she also had the boy you loved wrapped around her finger and she wasn’t even aware of it.

“and then when he was about to- denki, are you even listening?” he wasn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that.

“hm? oh sorry! what were you saying?” his pretty amber eyes looked at you for only a split second, before going back to admire the dark purpled haired girl.

jirou stood a few feet away from you guys, talking and laughing with sero and mina. you could feel your heart slowly breaking as you saw kaminari’s lips curl into a small smile when she briefly looked at him, waving at him in the process. and of course you didn’t miss the way she blushed.

“ah it’s nothing important anyways.”

“hey y/n, do you think i should ask jirou out?”

oh.

you were pretty certain you stopped breathing once your brain registered his words. how could he be so oblivious?! you had been friends since fucking middle school and you were supposed to believe that he never once noticed how hopelessly in love you were with him? did you not show it enough? were you that bad at displaying your love for people? or was he just ridiculously dumb? you desperately hoped it was the latter, because deep down a part of you still believed that there was a possibility for you two. that an us could be possible if you just showed him how serious you were about him.

but the rational part of you was screaming at you to stop being so damn stupid, to finally open your eyes and realize kaminari didn’t and would never reciprocate your feelings. that you were hoping for the impossible to happen, that you were preparing yourself for absolute heartbreak if you thought for a second he would choose you over her. and while you wanted nothing more than to yell at him for being so dense, for not seeing that you were right there, you simply couldn’t. so you went with the safer option.

“y-yeah, you should. i’m sure she’ll say yes.” you were able to muster a smile, and despite the lump in your throat, you feel happiness surge through you as he turns around and gives you a big smile.

“you think so? but what if she says no?”

“any girl would be lucky to have you, denki. you’re sweet, cool, and funny. what more could a girl ask for?” you were only half joking, but of course he didn’t notice.

“well if you say it like that it just sounds like you have a crush on me.” he winked at you and you swore you were about to pass out. not only because of the wink, but because of his sudden implication. (which was a fact)

“you wish,” you snort to make it seem more real, and it seems to work because kaminari’s now pouting at you. “now go get em’ tiger.”

“please don’t say that again.”

“wow okay, cold.”

he stood up, taking a deep breath before walking over to jirou, starting off with a joke as he leaned down on her desk and, as much as she tried to stifle it, a loud laugh escaped her. apparently kaminari’s charm didn’t only work on you. but oh how you wished it did because that way you would be the one getting asked out right now, not her. quite frankly, you would give anything to have him look at you the way he was looking at her right now, as if she was some mystical creature. or better yet, as if he was under some kind of love spell that made him unable to look at anyone else like that.

from the other corner of the classroom, a certain red haired guy looked at you with pity in his eyes, but also concern. he made his way to you, sitting down in kaminari’s previous spot. you sent him a, clearly fake, smile when you noticed it was none other than kirishima, one of your best friends. but he saw right through that.

“hey,” his voice was soft and low, he didn’t exactly want the whole class to know about what was going on. “are you okay?”

you gulped, but still nodded. “of course, why wouldn’t i be?” another fake smile.

“don’t give me that bullshit y/n. you don’t need to lie to me.” that was all you needed to hear before dropping the act, your smile quickly being replaced with a frown and kirishima’s heart hurt for you.

“this sucks,” you say under your breath, looking away towards their direction only to see kaminari playing with one of jirou’s earphone jacks, which obviously made the pain in your chest worsen. “i just want him to look at me the same way he looks at her,” tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes. “is that too much to ask for?” you asked no one in particular as you looked up to kirishima.

“it’s not, but you’ll be okay,” without thinking it twice, he hugged you and you didn’t fight back, instead welcoming the warmth his chest provided you and resting your head against one of his shoulders. “you know he doesn’t know y/n, if he did i’m sure things would be different.”

“i know, but it’s fine. i just want him to be happy.”

even if it’s not with me.

but you don’t say that, preferring to just stay on kirishima’s arms a little longer while trying to ignore the two love birds giggling behind you, your heart breaking more and more each time you heard kaminari’s sweet words. because they weren’t for you, they were for her.

—

« why would you ever kiss me?

i’m not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it’s just polyester

but you like her better

wish i were heather »

HIDING your emotions was something you mastered pretty well by now. you spent years keeping your feelings for kaminari to yourself and you didn’t mind at all; you had come to terms with the fact that this crush was probably one sided a long time ago. so, why did you suddenly felt the need to tell him? it never bothered you, but now, after having to see him every day making heart eyes at her and hear him talk about how cool she was, you thought maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you just wanted him to have the option; he deserved to know right? or maybe you were just hoping that he would choose you over her. just like you would choose him over anyone in a heartbeat.

but to be honest, you didn’t know what you would do with yourself if he didn’t. if he chose her over you while knowing you loved him too. what if she meant more to him than you did? what if he thought you were outright weird and things became awkward? what if your friendship wasn’t as special as you thought it was? you shook your head, hands coming up to your temples to try and get rid of some of the tension. no, that couldn’t be. you knew he loved you...at least as a friend.

it had been 2 months already since kaminari and jirou started talking. they weren’t oficial yet, but you accidentally overheard her conversation with yaoyorozu a few days ago and heard her complaining about how she wished he finally made a move on her. that somehow relieved you because at least they hadn’t gotten physical yet, but at the same time you wondered if you were being a bad friend by thinking that. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help it. i mean you liked the boy for fucks sake, it was understandable that you weren’t exactly hoping for them to pounce on each other.

“where’s denki?” kirishima asked as he caught up with you in the hallway, both of you making your way to the new dorms.

“don’t know, he left before i could even ask him.” you tried your best to sound neutral, but you knew you didn’t do a good job when you heard kirishima sighing. however, much to your liking, he stayed quiet and didn’t say anything about it, changing the topic to today’s events.

you were grateful to have him; he was the only one who knew about your crush on kaminari and the only one who was able to take your mind off things even for just a little while. soon enough you found yourself laughing by his side as he talked about bakugou’s weird antics and how hot-headed he could be at times, which you had experienced firsthand.

“he was all like ‘hey shitty hair, if you’re not gonna do a good work then fuck off!’ like man calm down, i didn’t even do anything.” you giggled at his accurate impersonation of the angry blonde. shaking your head as you looked up, noticing you were already at the dorms building.

you squinted your eyes when you saw two people standing right in front of the main entrance, but couldn’t make out their faces thanks to the long distance. yet the closer you got, the better you could see them. and once your eyes focused on the couple completely, everything stopped.

it was them.

they were kissing.

right in front of you.

his arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him as if he never wanted to let her go, and her own were wrapped around his neck, caressing his soft blonde hair which you loved to ruffle whenever he laid down on your lap.

they looked so beautiful, straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. the sun was beginning to set and its rays reflected on their skin perfectly, making them look golden. and in that precise moment you realized just how beautiful jirou was and how much she complimented kaminari in every sense of the word. could it be that they were made for each other?

before you knew it, a single tear rolled down your cheek, and you weakly smiled at kirishima when he opened his mouth to try and comfort you, yet no words seemed to come out. because he knew that no matter what he said, the damage was already done. the couple hadn’t even noticed you two, too immersed in their own little world as they giggled and made their way inside, all while holding each other’s hands.

“they make a good couple, don’t they?” you fixed your eyes on your shoes, holding back the sobs that desperately wanted to escape you.

“y/n…” kirishima’s tone was sad, mostly because he didn’t know what to do, but also because he understood perfectly the pain you were going through. he had been experiencing it for a while now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, kiri.” you sent him another smile, but right when you started walking towards the entrance he managed to see the tears falling down your cheeks as you bit down on your lower lip.

and somehow, that kiss proved to you that you could never beat her, that she had won over kaminari’s heart. something you could never do.

—

« watch as she stands with her holding your hand

put your arm 'round her shoulder, 

now I'm getting colder

but how could I hate her? 

she’s such an angel

but then again, kinda wish she were dead »

PEOPLE often say one’s happiness shouldn’t relay on others and you had always been a firm believer of that, knowing that people were unpredictable and that they could change at any moment given. so it was only reasonable that you made yourself happy, without needing to depend on other people, yet that didn’t really add up with your current situation. it made you look like a hypocrite.

ever since jirou and kaminari started dating, you had been spending less and less time together. the only time you could have him all to yourself was when you occasionally paired up during training and even then you didn’t really talk much. you were happy everything had worked out for them, and you loved to see kaminari happy, but it hurt you. it hurt so much, to the point that sometimes it was hard to get out of bed. 

you missed your best friend. and you knew it was selfish, but did it even matter at this point? did he he notice how you talked less and less? how you barely smiled anymore? of course he didn’t. he was too busy looking at her anyways, too busy going on dates and learning how to play the guitar just for her. his girlfriend. 

and as much as you wanted to hate them both, you didn’t have it in you. why would you? because they were happy and in love? you weren’t that desperate. but sometimes, as you watched her throw her head back while she laughed at something kaminari said, you wished he had never met her. you wished you never came to UA in the first place, that way they wouldn’t have met and you would probably still have your best friend by your side. no. even if he hadn’t met her, you knew he would never go for a girl like you.

these past few months had been hell for you, you barely left your room unless it was for school, your eating habits couldn’t have gotten any worse, and you weren’t getting any sleep, too busy crying your eyes out as you wondered what the hell you did wrong. and you knew what you were doing wasn’t healthy, but a part of you wished that something really bad happened to you just so kaminari would pay attention to you again. but he didn’t.

today was one of those days, you didn’t feel like getting up your bed just to watch a dumb movie with your classmates, and possible have to witness jirou and kaminari being all lovey dovey right in front of you. the thought alone was enough to make you roll your eyes, scoffing at how much the pair loved PDA. 

“come on y/n! it’ll be so fun.” kirishima was currently trying to convince you to go watch a movie with the rest of class 1-A in the common room, but as expected you denied his invitation. “even bakugou is going!” 

“then you’ll be more than fine without me.” 

“i’ll miss you tho.” he gave you puppy eyes and you groaned, placing your pillow over your face.

“since when are you so cheesy?”

“stop trying to change the subject,” a frustrated sigh left his lips, and you lowered your pillow to look at him. he was sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed, a frown evident on his face. “i know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you can’t keep on like this y/n.” you flinched slightly at his serious tone.

“i know,” this time it was you who sighed, weighing your options in your head. you knew kirishima was right and he was trying his best to make you feel better, so the least you could do was make him some company. “okay fine,” his head turned in your direction, looking at you hopefully. “i’ll go, but it better be a good movie.” 

“yes! you won’t regret it, i promise. and if at some point you wanna leave, then we’ll leave, but you have to at least try.” your heart swelled at his consideration; he was too sweet to you and you didn’t deserve it at all.

“you don’t have to do that, kiri.”

“but i want to. i know it’s not easy, so i’m proud of you for doing this.” his words made a lump appear in your throat. maybe you were being overly sensitive, but hearing him say that meant a lot.

it wasn’t long before the clock striked 9PM and everyone started making their way to the common room, chatting happily as they sat down and got everything ready for the night. you watched as people started to take a seat, whether it was on the couches or on the floor, and you started to get a bit anxious when you noticed kaminari walking down the stairs, but jirou was nowhere to be seen. thankfully.

as much as you tried to not let him have an effect on you, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. it was truly inevitable, but what you hated the most was knowing you had no effect on him whatsoever. 

before you could look away and hide from his view, kaminari spotted you. he sent you a big smile, waving his hand before walking over to where you stood. ok, calm down act normal. it’s just denki. you tried to calm yourself down, but your breath hitched in your throat when you suddenly felt his arms engulf you in a tight hug, your arms slowly coming up to his neck to return the gesture. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t miss this feeling. the feeling of being home again. 

but it ended way too fast for your liking.

“hey you! we haven’t hung out in a while, i miss you.” 

because you’re too busy with your girlfriend, asshole. 

“yeah sorry about that, i’ve been kinda busy i guess.” your tone was off and he noticed, but he brushed it off. maybe she’s tired.

“then what are you doing tomorrow? we can go to the mall or wherever you want to.” your head quickly shot up, looking at him with nothing but hope in your eyes.

“really?”

“of course! we need to have some bestie time.” the wink he sent you was playful, but your lips still curved into a smile from hearing him saying he wanted to spend time with you.

“then maybe we can go to this new-”

“hey babe i saved you a seat,” out of the blue, jirou appeared right next to kaminari, slipping her hand into his. and your heart clenched when you noticed he held it back tightly. “oh, hi y/n!” she sent you a warm, genuine smile, and you felt so bad for wanting her to feel your pain. 

“hi jirou.” 

“i was just telling y/n about how we should hang out.” you frowned at him, is he inviting her? 

“oh? where did you plan on going?” 

“i told her she should pick.”

“well that sounds even more fun, any ideas?”

“actually i just remembered i got some homework to finish.” it was a lie, but you didn’t have it in you to third wheel on what was supposed to be a date with your best friend.

“what?” kaminari asked you, not understanding you sudden change in attitude.

“yeah, maybe next time tho.” he wanted to ask what was wrong, but as he opened his mouth to do so, you saw kirishima walking towards the common room with bakugou and took that as your cue to leave the awkward encounter. 

“well that was weird.” he mumbled to himself and jirou looked at him questioningly, wondering what he meant.

“hm? what was that babe?” the blonde shook his head, convincing himself he was probably overthinking things. he placed his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder before walking over to one of the couches. to be more precise, the couch in front of yours. 

you sat beside kirishima, your leg bouncing up and down anxiously as you waited for iida to finally play the goddamn movie so you had something else to pay attention to instead of them. kirishima quickly noticed the unusual movement and was about to ask you what was wrong, but once he saw where your gaze was locked on, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. 

he knew better than to ask you in front of everyone if you were okay, so he just gave your knee a light squeeze, which you highly appreciated and let him know so by smiling at him. after a few minutes that felt like eternity, iida played the movie and told everyone to not make any unnecessary noises and be considerate of your classmates which made you scoff slightly. 

twenty minutes into the movie and everything was going great so far. you had actually managed to get immersed in the plot and found yourself leaning your head against kirishima’s shoulder to get a better view, but also because the effect of not having a stable sleeping schedule was dawning on you. however, just when you thought you were about to fall asleep on your friend’s comfortable shoulder, you heard some giggles. you opened your eyes slowly, frowning when you saw kaminari leaving small kisses on jirou’s neck. your heart felt like it was being stabbed for the hundredth time and you tried to ignore them and just focus on the tv screen. you really tried to remain calm, to keep up your act just as you had done all this months, but you lost it when you heard those three damn words leave his lips.

“i love you.”

it was low, barely even audible, but you heard it. you heard it loud and clear. and just like that, with your heart losing every last bit of hope it had, you stood up from your seat abruptly, making everyone look at you, before making your way upstairs without saying another word. all of your classmates looked between them, not only confused, but also concerned. 

“oi shitty hair,” bakugou spoke from his place next to kirishima, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “go check up on her.” he muttered and kirishima only nodded before walking upstairs to follow you.

bakugou’s words worried kaminari even more, was there something going on with you that he didn’t know about? was that why you were acting so weird earlier? no way, you told him everything. you were best friends after all...right? and with that question on his mind, he couldn’t focus on the movie or his girlfriend anymore.

you walked towards your room silently, even though you wanted nothing more than to scream and fight someone. you wanted, no, needed to let all of your pent up frustration out. you had been patient enough, putting his happiness before your own for years now, and while you knew it wasn’t his fault at all, you wanted to be mad at him about something. you wanted him to understand that this wasn’t fair, that you could be good for him if he gave you the chance, that you wouldn’t be a waste of his time, but the only thing that was coming out of you were tears.

angry tears stained your face as they furiously ran down your cheeks, reminding you of all the sleepless nights you spent alone, crying your heart out to no one but yourself. you stood in front of your room, hand reaching out to the door’s knob to open it and spend yet another night wondering why the hell you weren’t enough. but a hand stopped you.

kirishima’s grip on your forearm was gentle, but firm enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere, and somehow, his touch made you want to cry even more. you tried to push him away, telling him that you were perfectly fine, yet your bloodshot eyes told a whole different story. and as much as you kicked and screamed, kirishima knew the last thing you needed was to be alone.

“let go!” seeing that holding your arms had no effect on you whatsoever, he tried a different approach. his strong arms hugged you to his chest, and, as much as you wanted to deny it, you found comfort in them. “i said let me go, kirishima.” 

“no. y/n listen to me. you need to stop bottling all your feelings up, nothing good will come out of that,” you finally started to relax, breathing heavily as you listened to his words. “it doesn’t matter if you talk, cry, or scream, but you need to voice out how you feel. if it’s not to him, then tell me. i’m always ready to listen.” his voice was so gentle, so soft, yet it held so much emotion and honesty. 

more tears fell down your cheeks as you gripped kirishima’s shirt tightly against your fingers, your face hiding comfortably on his chest. 

“i can’t take this anymore kiri,” you started talking and kirishima was quick to hug you a little tighter, one of his hands rubbing small circles on the small of your back. “i miss him so much, i miss my best friend. and i want him to be happy, i really do, but why must his happiness cause me so much pain?” a sob racked through your whole body after hearing yourself say those words, the ones you never thought you’d voice out to someone. “at first it was fine and i didn’t mind that much, but now? we barely even talk anymore, and when we do it’s always small talk. and we used to talk for hours about everything and anything, we would never get bored when we were together. now it’s like i don’t even exist to him except for when he seems to have some time to spare. did our friendship meant shit to him? because fuck i wasted years of my life loving someone who can’t even notice how much i’ve been struggling.” 

by this point your tears had stained kirishima’s shirt almost completely, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck about that. all that mattered was you and only you. the only thought on his mind was how he was gonna make you feel better. so he held you in his arms a little longer, hoping that somehow his actions could express everything he felt. his free hand came up to caress your hair while he shushed you softly, rocking you two back and forth. 

that’s how the night ended. 

you, with your heart broken in a million pieces, longing for the person who made you feel this way. because you knew you would always love him, maybe even more than you loved yourself. you knew that no matter how much you tried to hate him, you could never even get close to feeling anything but pure adoration for the boy. and if having him in your life implied having to handle all this heartache and hurt, then maybe you could endure it. because for him it was all worth it. 

and a certain redhead with all his feelings caught in his throat. he wanted nothing more than to scream at you for not noticing he understood completely how you felt, way more than you imagined, yet he knew that you would always only have eyes for him. but perhaps that was okay. if the only way to be close to you was comforting you because you loved a guy who was too dense to see what he had in front of him, then so be it. in the end it was all worth it for you.

— 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐲𝐮’𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 :

☐ mineta minoru — bnha

☐ all might / yagi toshinori — bnha

☐ present mic / hizashi yamada — bnha

☐ iida tenya — bnha

☐ overhaul — bnha

☐ twice — bnha

☐ eraserhead / aizawa shouta

☐ tokoyami fumikage — bnha

☐ all the girls in class 1-A

☐ mirio togata — bnha

☐ shouji mezou — bnha

☐ aoyama yuuga — bnha

☐ ojiro mashirao — bnha

☐ kouda kouji — bnha

☐ satou rikido — bnha

☐ asahi azumane — haikyuu

☐ matsukawa issei — haikyuu

☐ lev haiba — haikyuu

☐ ojiro aran — haikyuu

☐ aone takanobu — haikyuu

☐ ushijima wakatoshi — haikyuu

☐ manga only characters

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞 𝙙𝙤/𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 :

☒ bakugou katsuki — bnha

☒ todoroki shouto — bnha

☒ kirishima eijirou — bnha

☒ sero hanta — bnha

☒ kaminari denki — bnha

☒ midoriya izuku — bnha

☒ tamaki amajiki — bnha

☒ shinsou hitoshi — bnha

☒ dabi — bnha

☒ shigaraki — bnha

☒ hawks / takami keigo — bnha

☒ kuroo tetsuro — haikyuu

☒ tendou satori — haikyuu

☒ bokuto koutaro — haikyuu

☒ akaashi keiji — haikyuu

☒ kenma kozume — haikyuu

☒ oikawa tooru — haikyuu

☒ miya atsumu — haikyuu

☒ yamaguchi tadashi — haikyuu

☒ sugawara koshi — haikyuu

☒ nishinoya yu — haikyuu

☒ tsukishima kei — haikyuu

☒ kageyama tobio — haikyuu

if you didn’t see a characters’ name up there don’t worry! i write for the majority of haikyuu, but those are just the ones i really like. as to bnha/mha, those are the characters i only write for.

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promise me | bakugou katsuki

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @birds-have-teeth )

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

genre: angsty fluff

summary: you’re used to dealing with your problems all on your own, but sometimes the weight becomes too heavy. and just when you feel like you’re about to fall, bakugou is always there to steady you back on your feet.

warnings: suicidal thoughts, descriptions of a panic attack, dark thoughts in general

word count: 3.2k

a/n: at first i wasn’t gonna post this because it was more of a comfort fic for me since i’ve been struggling a lot recently and bakugou is my comfort character, but i thought this could make other people feel better too so yeah :)

small disclaimer: this is completely based on my OWN, PERSONAL experience !!!!! if you ever experience suicidal thoughts, please seek help; you’re not alone. and you’re loved. you’re worth it.

IT was too much. you couldn’t handle it. you thought you could and that’s why you decided to not tell anyone, especially not bakugou. he knew about your struggles and burdens; at some point in your relationship you decided you felt comfortable enough to share that part of yourself with him and even tho he couldn’t really understand all of your emotions, he was still very supportive. but of course that didn’t mean you told him everything. sure, you trusted him with your life and you knew he would never judge you, but that wasn’t enough to make the voices in your head go away.

for a while everything seemed to be fine, you had managed to keep yourself distracted enough to not have to be alone with your thoughts. whether it was hanging out with friends, going on dates with bakugou, or watching tv shows, you were always busy with something. but there’s only so much one can do to stop themselves from thinking, or in your case, overthinking.

the nights were the worst. normally you’d watch random videos until your eyes started hurting from the brightness of you phone and then go to bed, but there were times when even that wasn’t enough. when not even heavy metal songs could be as loud as your dark thoughts, and they only seemed to intensify the more you tried to push them away. you tossed and turned on bed in hopes of eventually tiring yourself out, yet you ended up sitting on the mattress with hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried your best to catch your breathing.

all the emotions you suppressed for months now suddenly came crashing down on you, forcing you to face your inner demons and making you realize just how not okay you were. you couldn’t quite pinpoint what was bothering you so much; it was everything, yet nothing at the same time. it was about you, but also everyone else in your life. it was about not knowing who you were, about losing yourself and not really knowing what you were doing with your life. it was about thinking you were a failure, yet better than most people. it was confusing. and it was eating you alive.

your hands tugged at your hair so tight a part of you was afraid you were gonna rip it off and your chin rested on your knees as you brought them up to your chest in a feeble attempt to hug yourself.

this always happens. stop making such a big deal about it. why are you even crying? you’re so ungrateful. such an attention seeker. completely pathetic. why is bakugou even dating you? he might as well leave you for someone better. prettier. smarter.

loud sobs left your mouth as your thoughts mentally destroyed you, your insecurities getting the best of you. but it was more than that. this wasn’t just about not feeling good enough or thinking you didn’t deserve your boyfriend. it was about thinking you would be better off. after all you were just a bother, right? you would be doing everyone a favor if you just fucking did it, but you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. because you were scared. because you were a coward.

at some point it became too much, you could barely even breathe and your chest was hurting, or maybe it was your heart, along with your head, which’s pounding had become almost unbearable. your eyes burned from all the crying and you could feel the puffiness beginning to form around them. with trembling hands and blurry vision, you took your phone in your hands and dialed the only person you knew was capable of helping you in a situation like this.

the blonde haired boy groaned when he heard his phone ringing from the nightstand next to his bed. he rubbed his eyes before mentally insulting whoever was calling him so fucking late at night, but just as he was about to start screaming onto the phone’s speaker, he saw your name flash across the screen and his whole expression changed in less that a second. because you were his exception to everything. 

“y/n? do you know what fucking time it is? this better be-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence when a sob coming from your end interrupted him. suddenly he was up and about, his eyes widening as he sat on his bed, all the sleepiness he felt moments ago disappearing at the heartbreaking sound. “are you- are you crying?”

“k-katsuki,” he cringed, hating the way your voice sounded so broken and not like your usual self. and while he didn’t know what was going on exactly, he had a pretty good idea.

“i’m here,” he tried to assure you, but he hated how your sobs only got louder after that. “what happened? are you okay?”

“no. it’s bad,” you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him, not when you needed him the most. “i’m s-sorry for calling you so late, i-”

“you don’t have to apologize. i wasn’t that tired anyways,” he bit his lower lip, debating on what he should do next. “do you want me to come over?”

“yes,” you didn’t even hesitate; it almost sounded like you were begging and bakugou could feel his breath hitching in his throat for a moment. “please, i need you.” that was all he needed to hear before he hung up, throwing the phone on his desk as he hurriedly put on whatever shirt he had laying around, not bothering to put shoes on. he didn’t have time to think about some stupid footwear. he stumbled while running towards your dorm room, not giving a fuck about how loud his steps were or if he could wake up his classmates.

much to his luck, your room wasn’t that far away from his so he got there in less than two minutes. he could feel his heart hammering against his chest as his hand gripped the door’s knob, but he didn’t waste any time before turning it around and letting himself inside. the sight before his eyes made something inside bakugou break. you were sitting down on the floor with your knees up to your chest, hands clutching your head tightly as choked sobs kept leaving your mouth. and he hated it. he hated it because he knew exactly how you felt; the same way he felt every night when he was alone in the confines of his room and his thoughts were the only thing keeping him company.

you hadn’t noticed him, too focused on trying not to pass out, so he made his way over to you slowly in order to not startle you. he kneeled down in front of you, quickly recalling the website he had read a few days ago that talked about what to do when a person was having a panic attack. his hand gently touched your shoulder, careful not to scare you, and while you still flinched at the sudden touch, your expression somewhat softened after seeing it was none other than your boyfriend.

“hey beautiful,” he smiled softly at you, or at least tried his best since all he wanted to do was scream and fight someone. because you didn’t deserve this. someone as kind as you didn’t deserve to go through all this shit. “can you hear me?” you nodded, tears still running down your cheeks and your whole body trembling. “good, now let’s take a few deep breaths,” he inhaled deeply before exhaling, wanting you to repeat his actions and you tried. your hands stopped gripping your scalp, instead opting for bakugou’s arms, which were at each side of you as they held onto your shoulders. “you’re doing great, just focus on me okay? only me.” you nodded once again, still trying to ease your breathing pattern as you stared into his beautiful vermilion eyes, the ones that always managed to intimidate you (in a good way of course).

after a few more minutes of breathing exercises, you managed to stop the pants that came out of your mouth, but tears still ran down your cheeks as the thoughts never ceased, perhaps getting louder and louder with every passing second. you wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and curl yourself into a ball, but you knew that wasn’t gonna solve anything. so you kept holding on to your boyfriend’s arms, as if he was the only thing holding you down to earth.

this better fucking work, bakugou thought to himself before he spoke up again, “y/n, can you tell me five things you can see?”

“you,” talking was still hard, yet you forced yourself to look around the room and answer his question correctly. “my p-phone, the desk, d-dirty laundry, and,” all this thinking made the pounding in your head worse, but at least you weren’t focusing on the voices. “my stuffed t-teddy bear.”

“hm, four things you can touch?” one of his hands tenderly gripped your shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours.

“y-you, your shirt, the c-carpet, and m-my pj’s.” the dizziness in your head started to come to a halt and you sniffled, thankful that bakugou was able to make things better. like always.

“that’s it, you’re doing so well. now three things you can hear?” his head turned around to leave an innocent kiss on the skin of your forearm, his gaze still focused on your face.

“your voice, t-the rain, and the air conditioner.” the feeling of bakugou’s lips made you come back to your senses slowly but surely. now your hands were the only thing trembling, not your whole body.

“you’re almost there baby, two things you can smell?”

“my diffuser and your perfume,” a small smile made its way to your lips as you breathed in his scent, letting out a pleasant sigh as the smell filled your nostrils. “caramel.”

bakugou scoffed, a soft blush splashed across his cheeks as he looked away from you for a moment.

“one thing you can taste?”

you took in a deep breath, not really knowing what to answer until you licked your lips and tasted the familiar sweetness of your chapstick, “cherry.” your grip on bakugou’s arm loosened, but still lingered there. he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in, feeling a big weight off his shoulders knowing you could breathe properly again, but he was still bothered by the situation.

“dumbass, don’t ever scare me like that again.” his words were rather rough yet you knew he meant no harm, you knew he was genuinely scared for your well being and that was just his way of voicing out his concern.

“i’m sorry.”

“what did i tell you about apologizing all the damn time?” he groaned, letting his arms fall to his sides as your hands came up to wipe your remaining tears away. you sent him an apologetic smile before sighing, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to wrap your head around everything that happened.

meanwhile, bakugou stared intently at you, wondering whether or nor he should ask what caused the sudden outburst. he didn’t want to make you feel worse, but if he knew you like he thought he did (which he does), you’d probably end up bottling everything inside until you had another breakdown. and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s that happen again.

silently, he crawled towards you. and once he was close enough, he positioned himself behind you so you could sit on his lap and you happily complied. you cuddled your face against his warm chest, enjoying the comfort it provided, and bakugou placed his chin on top of your head, keeping you close to him. you stayed like that for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s presence, but in reality bakugou was just giving you some more time to calm down before pestering you with questions that could possibly overwhelm you.

“you want to talk about it?” he was still keeping his tone low and gentle; anyone who heard him would’ve been extremely confused by his sudden change in demeanor. because he could be a lot of things, but gentle was not one of them. then again, you were his exception. you were different.

“i...don’t know,” your hands played with the hem of his black tank top, eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to find the right words to describe your internal turmoil. “it’s just...everything piling up and never knowing what to do,” bakugou leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, quietly letting you know that he wasn’t going anywhere, and somehow, that made you want to cry all over again. “you know when you get really tired of yourself and your life?” he hesitantly nodded, not knowing where you were going with this. “well i feel like that everyday. a-and sometimes i think it would all be better if i disappeared.”

it took him approximately 5 seconds to get what you exactly meant by disappearing, but when he did boy was he mad. his eyebrows furrowed and his grip on you tightened, an annoyed, yet concerned expression evident on his face. how could you say that? you were his everything, the only one who could calm him down, the one who made him smile by just breathing; his light. he wouldn’t know what to do without you, hell he didn’t even want to imagine it.

“you’re such an idiot,” a smile tugged your lips at his harsh choice of words, the complete opposite of the hold he had on you. “you listen to me because you know how much i hate repeating myself,” one of his hands grabbed your chin softly, yet firmly as he tilted your head to make you look at him directly. “feeling like this is not your fault. i know that it’s easier to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong in your life, trust me, i know. but there are things in life that we just can’t control and most definitely aren’t responsible for.”

you scoffed, “well you’re one to talk.”

“tch, such a smartass, aren’t you?” bakugou rolled his eyes at your remark. “that’s exactly why i’m telling you all this, dumbass. because i don’t want you to go through what i did, especially when you have me by your side to help you.” your eyes widened at his sweet confession, gaze softening at the boy in front of you. he avoided it, looking to the side with rosy cheeks.

“katsuki…” you lowered your voice, lifting your hand to place it on bakugou’s cheek and your heart jumped when he looked at you. his eyes reflected nothing but pure love and adoration, and you were sure yours were the exact same. without saying another word, you kissed him softly, fingers caressing his soft skin. the kiss was short and innocent, but it made bakugou smile ever so slightly.

“let me finish,” he said once you pulled away and the determination in his voice made you nod, knowing he needed to say whatever was on his mind. “i know there’s nothing i can do to make your pain disappear or for you to change your mindset because that’s not how it works. but i am and will always be here for you. i don’t give a shit if you think you’re gonna bother me or if it’s late or if you think it’s something stupid, you just tell me. and if the thoughts continue then maybe we can even get a professional to help you, but please don’t give up on me.” the crack in his voice at the end of his sentence made your heart stutter.

both of your hands cradled bakugou’s face, your eyes desperately looking for his once again. when he finally looked at you, you saw the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and how hard he was trying to hold himself back from breaking down. he needed to be strong. he couldn’t be weak in front of you. you were the one who needed to be comforted, not him. so with those thoughts in mind, bakugou sniffled and roughly wiped the unshed tears away. but you didn’t move from your place.

“so promise me,” he pulled you impossibly close, your faces barely inches apart. “promise me you won’t give up, that you’ll fight and be stronger than your demons because you fucking are. you’re so much stronger than you think, shit you’re probably stronger than me!” your eyes widened, surprised he even said something like that, but knowing he 100% meant it. because bakugou didn’t lie. “promise me.”

you nodded multiple times, taking out your pinky to show him you were serious about this. and while bakugou thought you couldn’t be any more childish, he still grinned and interlaced his own pinky with yours, “i promise.”

“good, now let’s sleep because i’m tired as fuck.” you rolled your eyes at the sudden change in attitude.

“knew it was too good to be true.” he raised an eyebrow at your comment, standing up to lay down on your bed, the soft sheets welcoming him with your scent. 

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“nothing, let’s just sleep.” you sent him a smile before laying down next to him, his arms quickly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you even closer.

you turned around in his hold to properly look at him. his head rested comfortably against the pillow, his hair messy and sticking up in all different directions, while his eyes lazily looked over at you. he looked angelic, ethereal even. without thinking it twice, you ran one of your hands through his hair, giggling when he let out a happy hum and gripped your hips, as if telling you to keep going. he looked so pretty, lips slightly pouty as he forced himself to stay awake for a little longer. at least until you fell asleep. 

“wanna know something really cheesy?” he sounded tired and you felt bad for keeping him awake so late when he probably had a long day. nevertheless, you hummed and continued to comb your fingers through his hair. “you’re fucking amazing. absolutely mesmerizing,” bakugou opened his eyes to look at you better, a small smile tugging his lips upwards as he saw your flushed expression, trying to look away from him, but he didn’t let you. “i love you, y/n.”

he’s said it before, and you should be used to it by now, but it never fails to make you heat up and feel all fuzzy inside. bakugou looks so serious, because he wants you to know he truly means it, yet so soft at the same time and you know this isn’t easy for him. he doesn’t like showing his vulnerable side to people, thinking it makes him weak, so to have him open up to you and declare his love for you so openly makes you feel special. because you’re the only one who knows this side of him. 

“i love you more, katsuki.” another genuine smile grazes bakugou’s lips after hearing you call him by his first name, your voice sweet like honey.

he presses a kiss on your forehead as he lets you snuggle up against him, “go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” 

that night, you slept peacefully, knowing you’re safe in bakugou’s arms. you don’t know what tomorrow or any other day holds for you, but if you have him by your side, you know you can overcome anything. 

Okay so Todoroki is insecure abt his scar right,,, so how about a drabble with Todoroki where he's been struggling extra hard with his confidence when it comes to his appearance lately,,, and his gn! S/o notices and spends an entire day just complimenting him, loving on him, just trying their best to let him know that they think he's amazing in every way 🥺🥺🥺 and that he's gorgeous

beautiful boy — todoroki shouto

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

pairing: todoroki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: making out lol

word count: 1.5k

a/n: the fact i was already thinking about writing something like this and then you requested it ahhh, thank you so much anon! <3 i also wrote this with a fem!reader since that’s the style of writing i’m most experienced with.

TODOROKI’S hair feels soft against your fingertips as you gently massage his scalp, something you know calms him down. and it’s no different this time. he hums from his position on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you close to him, content with the way you were holding him, yet his mind raced with millions of thoughts. he wasn’t one to care for looks, other’s or his, but his scar was something that always bothered him. it was a constant reminder of how terrible his childhood was, of how he was deprived from enjoying the things a normal child should; a reminder of all the pain that scumbag had caused to not only him, but his whole family as well.

and he knew you loved him, he knew you were completely and utterly in love with him, but sometimes he wondered if you really found him attractive. it was stupid. he shouldn’t worry about something as superficial as looks, especially since he knew that beauty was relative, but he did. usually he kept his emotions in check and didn’t show his insecurities or let them affect his daily life, after all, the least he wanted was to unnecessarily worry you. however, you were his girlfriend and you knew him better than anyone else, so it was no surprise you saw right through his act.

he wasn’t obvious, his actions could even be mistaken as meaningless, but you noticed. it was the way he wouldn’t look at you for too long, afraid you’d see him the way he sees himself. it was the way he hid his face in your neck whenever you two cuddled or simply hugged. and it hurt you. because he was so incredibly beautiful, in every sense of the word. not only was he smart and a perfect gentleman, treating you with the utmost respect you deserved, but he was also the most attractive person you’d ever seen. you understood how he felt, having your own fair amount of insecurities, and while his feelings were completely valid, you couldn’t just stand there and watch the love of your life think he wasn’t good enough.

you didn’t want to call him out and possibly make him feel worse, so you decided the best way to approach him was to be subtle about it. in school, you made sure to hold his hand whenever you had the chance and give him kisses when no one was looking, then when you were both training, you complimented his technique and let him know he was getting better at controlling his left side. that made him smile, a genuine smile that made your heart race excitedly. now you found yourself laying in his bed, hugging todoroki to your chest as one of your legs draped over his waist. 

it was a tiring day for him and his mood didn’t really help; he just wanted to cuddle with you and never let you go. and that’s exactly what you did. he looked so worn out and sleepy, you just couldn’t say no to that pretty face of his. 

“hey sho?” you called him quietly, in case that if he had fallen asleep you didn’t wake him up, but he moved his head to look up at you. his cheek rested against your chest and that made his hair fall in front of his face, not letting you see him properly. you giggled before placing your hands on his cheeks, and getting the hair out of the way. todoroki could feel the tip of his ears burning up with the fierce stare you had on him, almost as if you were captivated by him. or maybe you were looking at his scar. 

the thought had him moving his head to the side in hopes that you wouldn’t look at him much longer, but your fingers grabbed his jaw to keep him in place. you needed to let him know how beautiful he was, how much you loved him, and how a simple scar didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“you’re beautiful,” todoroki swears he almost cried at your sweet words, not expecting you to say that. “so ridiculously handsome.” a smile grazes your lips when he tries to hide his face, once again, on your neck, but this time you let him. he could be rather shy sometimes and he didn’t exactly like being the center of attention, so you understood how this could be somewhat overwhelming. however, you still felt the urge to shower him with your love. your hands slowly came up to hold todoroki’s face, his eyes still not meeting yours. “i love everything about you. you know that, right?” he nods before finally looking at you, a surprised expression decorating his features when he sees how serious you are.

shyly, todoroki takes one of your hands in his and plants a kiss on your knuckles ever so softly before interlacing your fingers with his own. the endearing action makes butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stare up at the boy in front of you; his hair is completely disheveled thanks to the way you were caressing it earlier, his eyes look tired yet excited at the same time, and a small smile reaches his lips when he catches you staring at them.

“i love your hair,” you continue talking whilst leaning in to his touch, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you revel in the comfort your boyfriend offers you, before opening them again to lock your gaze on his. “i love your eyes, i never get tired of looking at them. i love your lips and the way they feel against my skin. i love your hands and the way you touch me so carefully, as if i were you’re doll,” you pause mid sentence to plant a brief kiss on the corner of todoroki’s lips and he can feel himself falling in love with you all over again. “but most of all i love you. you treat me so well and always make sure i’m comfortable, i just hope you know that you’re more than enough and that i’ll never get tired of you.”

todoroki doesn’t say anything, too astonished by your words, instead he slowly pulls away from your grasp and places himself on top of you. his arms rest right next to your head and his knees between your thighs; the intimate position makes you a bit flustered and the way he’s looking at you doesn’t help either. his eyes bore into yours so intensely you can almost see the passion behind them, along with all the love he holds for you. before meeting you, todoroki didn’t really understand the concept of physical affection, thanks to his traumatic childhood, and the first time you tried to hug him he tensed up and patted your back awkwardly. however, once he felt comfortable enough around you, he never hesitated to latch himself on to you whenever he felt needy. 

and you loved the fact you were the only person who got to see this part of him, but most of all, you felt special. maybe even lucky. because you knew he had finally found a person who could give him all the love he deserved, and you didn’t plan on letting him go any time soon.

he’s so close. so close you can feel his heart beating against your chest and you smile when you notice how fast it’s going; you’re positive yours is the exact same, if not even faster. todoroki suddenly leans down and before you know it, his lips are touching yours. he kisses you feverly and passionately, wanting to convey all of the emotions you made him feel, the ones that were so intense he couldn’t describe them with words. your hands go up to play with his double colored hair while he gently nips at your lower lip, signaling you to open your mouth and you do. his tongue explores your mouth ever so carefully, as if he didn’t want to rush anything, and his actions elicit a soft moan from you. 

todoroki smirks in between the kiss, lowkey proud of himself from getting such a reaction out of you, but you simply look away from him, too embarrassed to face him. he thinks that’s cute, he thinks you’re cute, and since he doesn’t want to fluster you any more, he doesn’t force you to look at him. yet he starts to trail a pattern of open mouthed kisses all the way from your jaw to your collarbones, occasionally leaving a love bite or two which make your hips involuntarily grind against todoroki’s. he giggles, enjoying the way your body was always so responsive to him, and the sound makes heat rush to your face. 

“i love you too,” he smiles down at you and you copy him, joy filling your whole body as the sad expression todoroki had worn all week finally seemed to disappear. “thank you for lighting up my life.”

“you don’t need to thank me, pretty boy,” you plant another kiss on his lips. “thank you for making me happy.”

“no need to thank me, pretty girl.” 

— love language (1) takami keigo

pairing: hawks x fem!reader

warnings: one suggestive implication(?) 

a/n: first off is our pretty boy keigo <3 i’m very excited for this new series so i’ll try my best to post them as fast as i can !

love language masterlist

hawks’ love language is: physical touch

sounds cliche and overused but hear me out,

this man is a complete sucker for physical affection

he’d try to get some every time he can 

you’re on the couch watching tv? he’ll cuddle you

taking a shower before leaving for work? he’s more than happy to join you

out on a date? doesn’t matter where or who’s there, he’ll hold your hand 

you complain about your back hurting? his feathers are already grabbing oils to give you a nice massage 

not to mention he loves kissing you 

it doesn’t even have to be your lips

it can be your cheeks, your knuckles, your forehead, your eyelids he’s so precious i love him, your chest: anywhere

he just likes kisses so please give them to him

but he’s not really clingy

of course you’re always welcome to cling onto him whenever you want, but he respects your alone time and knows it’s very important for oneself so if you’re studying or are busy doing anything else he won’t bother you

maybe ask you if you want food and leave a kiss on your temple but that’s about it

and the way he touches you it’s always so gentle

unless you’re uhhh in the bedroom then that’s a whole different headcannon 😳🤚🏼

like just by the way he caresses you, you know he’s head over heels for you

it can be something small and innocent,

but somehow he always manages to leave you craving for more of his touch

his favorite form of affection is probably hugs

he likes the way you fit perfectly into his arms, as if you were made for him

and his hugs are NEVER awkward 

they’re always filled with smiles and giggles and maybe some tickles bc keigo loves to hearyou laugh 

specially if it’s because of him,

it makes him feel validated 

in conclusion, please kiss him and hold him >:(

it’s late when keigo finally finishes his nightly patrol. the watch on his wrist marks 12:28PM and he hates himself for not making it on time. he had promised to start that new series you’ve been so excited about tonight, yet work held him back and, as much as he wanted, he couldn’t just fly away from a crime scene.

he silently opens the door to your shared bedroom, expecting to see you passed out on the bed, but instead he’s greeted with the sight of you cuddled up on his side of the bed while scrolling through your phone. the necklace he gave you with one of his feathers hanged loosely around your neck and he smiled when you started to softly caress it. his own wings fluttered instinctively at the touch, almost making him laugh at the sensation, before he plopped down next to you. 

the sudden weight on the bed makes you squeal, but you calm down once you feel keigo’s arms around your waist, pulling you to him. you breathe in his scent, closing your eyes briefly to appreciate the familiar smell, and you feel him place multiple kisses on your neck, making you giggle. 

“what were you doing awake? it’s late.” he says matter of factly and you turn around in his hold, one of your hands coming up to rest on his toned chest.

“i was waiting for you.” his eyes immediately soften at your response, the guilt basically eating him alive. 

“you didn’t have to do that, dove.” his tone is slightly reprimanding, yet his hold is loving as his fingers trace random patterns on your arms. 

“i sleep better with you anyways.” your voice sounds tired, your eyes fighting to keep themselves open as the exhaustion from the day finally begins to hit you.

keigo is quick to notice the way your breathing starts to become slower and slower and he can’t help but admire your beauty. you just look so cute all pressed up against him, cheeks squished against the pillow and a light frown on your face as you struggle to keep yourself awake. he hums before moving to get more comfortable; he moves your body slightly so you’re in a better position and his heart skips a beat when you tangle your legs in between his, grumbling something he couldn’t understand while hiding your face on his neck. 

“m’sorry, i wanted to spend more time with you but i’m just so tired.” he almost coos at you when the words leave your mouth. he should be the one apologizing for not being a good boyfriend yet here you are, being so selfless and caring. 

“no no, it’s okay baby. you have me all to yourself tomorrow.” you hum after hearing that, liking the thought of not having to share your boyfriend with the rest of the world for just one day. because when it came to him, you had to admit you could be a little selfish at times, but just a little.

“hm good,” you open your eyes to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “good night, i love you.”

“i love you too, dove.” 

in less than five minutes you’re fast asleep on keigo’s arms and it doesn’t take too long before the blonde joins you. he falls asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about how lucky he is for being able to call you his.

— love language (2) kirishima eijirou

pairing: kirishima x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (?

a/n: i don’t really like how this turned out, felt like i could’ve done better but oh well :/ also it’s a little longer because i got carried away hehe. anyways, i hope you guys had a good time during the holidays and that you’re staying safe!!

love language masterlist

kirishima’s love language is: words of affirmation

do i even need to explain this?

we all know this baby is very insecure even tho he has absolutely no reason to be:( and he doubts himself way too much 

so it’s not much a surprise that he loves compliments

especially when he doesn’t even have to ask for them

like when you’re at the gym working out together (he insisted you made him some company bc bakugou had refused to) and you can’t stop looking at him because GOD DAYUM👴🏾

“why are you looking at me like that, babe?” he asks after he puts down the weights he was just lifting 

you swallow hard, realizing just how shamelessly you were checking out your boyfriend 

“hm you’re handsome” you’re so straightforward and it takes kirishima aback, making him stop in his tracks to look at you with a faint blush on his cheeks

“you hate when i’m sweaty tho”

you shrug while walking over to him, “yeah because you smell but i never said you didn’t look good” 

let’s just say you ended up leaving the gym way earlier than expected 🏃‍♀️

kirishima also loves when you call him manly

it makes him feel all warm inside

probably one of the best compliments you can give him, if not the best one

but he doesn’t only like compliments

he also likes when you show him you care about him

like when you remember something he said a long time ago or you ask him about his day

“hey kiri, isn’t there going to be a new festival in town tomorrow? the one you wanted to go to?”

“yeah, how’d you know?”

“you told me about it a few months ago”

it’s something so small and meaningless, yet it makes kirishima’s heart melt

“you remember that?”

you look up at him from your phone, your brows furrowing at his question

“of course i do”

please you just have to do the bare minimum and you have the boy wrapped around your finger

it’s so cute because he always says ‘i love you’ whenever he has to leave you or even just to hang up the phone

he just wants you to know that he loves and appreciates you with every fiber in his body and that no one could ever change that

so that’s why he’s constantly showering you in his love

for example, whenever you feel insecure about your body and you voice out your concerns to him, he’s quick to look you dead in the eye and point out every little thing about you that he loves,

even the ones you hate so much

“baby, you’re absolutely mesmerizing and i’m not letting you think otherwise. i love every part of you and if you need me to remind you every day until you love yourself too then so be it”

he’s so romantic too oh my God don’t even get me started

whenever he has the chance, he writes you little notes and leaves them in your locker 

once, you opened it to take out your science book and a sticky note fell out 

‘hey princess! i hope you have a good day today, i love you. also we’re having dinner  tonight so get dressed up ;) - kiri’

a smile takes over your face as you keep reading your boyfriend’s sweet words a few more times

he likes giving more than receiving so expect LOTS of reassurance and random compliments 

the room is quiet as you lay down in your bed while reading a book, the only sound filling the room being the faint music coming out of your phone and the laughter of your roomates from next door. you indulge yourself in the novel on your hands, concentrating on the vivid descriptions so you can maybe picture exactly what the writer was trying to convey, but a knock on your door interrupts your train of thought. 

you ignore it, thinking it must be one of your friends doing some stupid prank again (aka denki and mina), but the person knocks a few more times, enough to annoy you, and so you end up standing up to open it. however, the frown on your face quickly goes away as soon as you see who’s the person who kept on insistently knocking. kirishima stands in front of you with a big smile on his face and you can’t help but copy his actions; just seeing him was enough to make your whole day perfect.

“hey, babe!” his tone is cheerful, as always, and he leans down to give you a kiss, one that ends up way too fast for your liking.

“hey, kiri. what are you doing here? weren’t you gonna hang out with bakugou and sero?” you close the door behind you once he enters. he sits down on your bed as if it was his own, stretching his arms out in the process and you lick your lips when his shirt rides up a bit, showing off his v-line and the outline of his abs. kirishima smirks when he notices your gaze, but doesn’t say anything about it.

“yeah, but sero is feeling sick and bakugou didn’t feel like going out so.” he shrugs, and you pout at him, feeling bad his friends basically ditched him.

“i’m sorry baby, i know how much you were looking forward to today.” you walk towards him and take a seat on his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his waist and his hands holding your hips steadily. he smiles at you one more time, completely ignoring the feeling of his heart hammering against his chest.

“it’s okay. besides, that just means i get to spend more time with you.” he says before kissing your neck softly, making you erupt in a fit of giggles as his lips tickled your sensitive skin. you wrap your hands around his neck and tilt your head to the side to give him more acces, biting down on your lower lip when he sucks on a certain spot. but before things can get too heated, kirishima pulls away and you whine at the loss of contact, which makes him chuckle. 

for a few minutes neither of you say anything, simply enjoying each other. you rest your head on one of his shoulders while your hands play with his own, touching his fingers gently and kissing his knuckles from time to time. he smiles down at you, asking himself what the hell did he ever do to deserve someone as precious as you. 

you’re so good to him; always making sure he’s eating well and that he isn’t overworking himself, helping him with homework whenever he doesn’t understand something, taking care of him when he gets sick, hyping him up when he starts a new hobby, and so much more. you do so much for him and sometimes he wonders if he’s doing enough for you, because he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his love for you.

with that though in mind he takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him while squeezing your cheeks slightly. you send him a questioning look, wondering what the hell is he doing, but he just kisses your forehead before speaking up.

“you’re so gorgeous.” the compliment takes you by surprise and your eyes widen slightly.

“where is this coming from?”

“well you are. and i love you so much.” you know kirishima likes to compliment you and let you know how he feels about you, but this time feels different.

“babe what are you-”

“thank you for taking care of me and loving me, for making my days better and for believing in me,” his thumb caresses your cheek and you instantly lean in to his touch, your eyes focused on his. “you mean everything to me and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without you. so i promise to never leave your side, to love you until my last breath and possibly even after that.” your breath hitches in your throat when you notice how serious he is, not missing the passion that drips from his words. 

you can feel tears forming in your eyes so you distract yourself by kissing kirishima roughly, pulling at the ends of his red hair and bringing your body impossibly close to his. he groans against your mouth when you press down on his lap, pulling away to give you a few more kisses before flipping you over so you’re laying under him. a smirk grazes your lips at the change of positions and before he can continue with whatever it is he wants to do, you kiss his cheek gently. kirishima blushes and looks away from you, but you just smile.

“i love you, eijirou.” the way his heart flutters when he hears his first name leaving your lips it’s actually embarrassing and he wastes no time before connecting your lips again and pouring all of his emotions into it. 

if there was one thing both of you were 100% certain about was your love for each other, because you knew that no matter what happened, whether you broke up in the future or not, you would always consider him your soulmate. 

— love language (3) sero hanta

pairing: sero x fem!reader

warnings: swearing 

a/n: i’m so sorry this took me so long to upload:( but i hope you like it! this is my first time writing for sero and God, i love him so much pls 🥺

love language masterlist

sero’s love language is: quality time

we all know our man sero is very chill and laid back, 

so i know for a fact there’s nothing he loves more than spending some quality time with his s/o

you guys could be doing absolutely nothing, but as long as he has you by his side, he’s happy

that means lots of dates

not just formal or fancy dates,

but also just hanging out in his room while watching a movie

or even just studying together 

one of his favorite things to do is to take naps with you

he likes the way you cuddle him, specially when you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer 

it makes him feel all warm inside 

plus he loves how needy you get when you’re sleepy hehe

not really the clingy type, but lives for the way you frown whenever you’re in the same room and he’s not giving you any attention

and you better bet he’s gonna tease you 

“something wrong?” he asks when he notices you glaring at him, even tho he already knows the answer to that

“i’ve been here for almost an hour and you’ve barely even looked at me”

has to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from smirking

“hm, is someone in need of my attention?”

“you know what? i’m going back to my room”

you’re only kidding, but nevertheless sero takes ahold your arm and pulls you down, once again, unto his bed

he’s on top on you, wearing a cocky ass smirk that makes you scoff and look away from him

he chuckles at your childish antics before pressing kisses all over your face 

and you only last 3 more seconds faking being annoyed before bursting out in giggles

doesn’t really take long before you guys are heavily making out 

what can i say? he gives in way too easily to that pretty face of yours

and your lips too lmao

he also really likes surprising you whenever he has the chance

like this one time he randomly knocked on your bedroom door at 5AM just so you could watch the sunrise together 

and how could you ever get mad at him for waking you up so early when he looks so damn ethereal with the sun rays hitting his skin?

answer: you can’t 

he’s a simple man,

all you gotta do let him know you appreciate his presence (one way or another) and he’ll love you forever 

a frustrated groan leaves your lips after you fail yet another attempt at trying to solve the fucking math exercise. you’d been stuck on this for half an hour now and you felt like you were going insane; no matter how much you reviewed your notes or how many times you redid the formula, you just couldn’t seem to get it right. and it was pissing you off. you take a deep breath before covering your face with your hands, trying to calm down and not let the tears fall. it was silly, but you were pressuring yourself and not being able to do something as simple as this exercise made you feel dumb. 

sero watched you from his bed, where he was also finishing up his homework, and couldn’t help but feel bad for you. he had asked you multiple times if you needed his help, but every single time you said you were fine and that you could do it alone. clearly that wasn’t the case, but for some reason you kept thinking:  if i’m unable to do this, how am i supposed to become a hero? how were you supposed to save people and bring a smile to their faces when you could barely pass your exams? you weren’t like bakugou or todoroki, who were incredibly powerful and smart. were you even worthy of being in class 1A? the more you thought about it and questioned all of your abilities, the more uncomfortable the lump in your throat became. 

suddenly, you felt sero turn the chair you were sitting on around and gently prying your hands off from your face. his eyes looked for yours, but you were too busy staring at you lap; you didn’t want him to think you were stupid or fragile, that something like this was enough to make you cry. but he didn’t care about that. he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and so, he takes your chin in between his fingers and forces you to look at him. his heart feels heavy when he sees the tears falling down your cheeks and the way your lower lip wouldn’t stop trembling.

but what hurts even more is when you try to speak up and apologize. 

“m’sorry, i know i-i’m being stupid but-”

“baby,” he cuts you off, eyes gentle as he looks at you. “you’re doing great, okay? but you need to take a break,” before actually helping you stand up, he wipes the tears away with his thumb and kisses your forehead. the action makes you want to cry even more, but for a different reason. he’s everything (and probably more) you could’ve ever asked for. “come on.”

sero takes your hand and leads you to his hammock before laying down on it, you frown your eyebrows in confusion. does he think we can- but before you can even finish the thought, he pulls you down on top of him, making the hammock shake violently. 

“hanta we’re gonna fall!” you look at him with eyes wide open, as if asking him what the hell was going through his mind, but he just chuckles and holds your hips. that makes you scoff before hitting his arm.

“ouch! no need to get aggressive.”

after he reassures you that you’ll both be fine, and that if you do end up falling he’ll catch you, you snuggle yourself against his chest and try to get comfortable. you rest your face on the space between his shoulder and neck while he wraps his arms around your torso, his hands tangled in your hair as he runs his fingers through it. both of you stay quiet for a while, and the feeling of sero’s fingers makes you extremely sleepy, but before you can fall asleep, he speaks up. 

“i know i don’t say this often, but i’m proud of you. you work so hard and i admire you so much for that, but you need to take care of yourself too. school can be stressing and difficult, so it’s important to take breaks when you feel like it’s too much. and just because you can’t do something doesn’t mean you’re stupid, baby.” it was as if he had read your mind, reassuring you on everything you were overthinking earlier. once again, tears fill your eyes at sero’s heartfelt words and you glance up, only to find him smiling down at you.

without thinking it twice, you connect your lips with his in a tender kiss. he’s a little taken aback at first, yet doesn’t waste any time before kissing you back eagerly. one of his hands gently caresses your cheek, which is a big contrast to the way he’s kissing you, but the action makes goosebumps appear all over your skin. sero is very passionate when it comes to the things he likes/enjoys and you’re no exception to that. that’s why his kisses always leave you feeling breathless.

“thank you, hanta.”

from that day on, sero constantly checked up on you just so he could make sure you weren’t overworking yourself and you guys even started having study dates every wednesday. he knew you could do anything you put your mind to, because he believed in you, and he didn’t mind having to remind you or helping you with whatever you needed. after all, that just meant he’d get to spend more time with his love. 

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

Look me in the face and tell me that a thick asf, black, bookworm fem reader is the next door neighbor of the sexy twitch streamer or cam boy Shinsou, who wants nothing more than to make you his and have you screaming his name doesn’t sound hot! I dare you 🗿 She’s so shy and sweet and Shinsou just wants to know how loud she can be after the two get to know each other more

Omg that’s so hot 🤤 if y’all can’t tell, I love men secretly pining and lusting after unknowing female readers. ESPECIALLY if they are shy, nerdy, and or curvy/thicc girls. So Inhad fun with this

Girl Next Door (Shinsou x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Art by: @raikiriart)

Shinsou kept his blinds opened when he gamed. He always joked with his viewers that it was for the natural lighting.

“Y’all know the sun really brings out the purple in my eyes.” He’d smirk, and that was that.

They didn’t need to know the real reason he kept them open. His violet eyes flitted towards the window again as he mindlessly navigated the game. That’s when he saw you walking into the complex.

“Uhh, alright guys, I think that’s about it for today. I’ll be back on tonight for our midnight stream,” his eyes flicked over to the window again. You were checking the mailbox. Perfect. “Until next time, later guys.”

Shinsou quickly shut off his computer and threw on a pair of shoes before rushing down the stairs.

“Hey there bookworm.” Shinsou grinned as he approached you.

As soon as you turned and flashed him your little brace face smile, he felt an arrow pierce his heart. God you were adorable. With your colorful braces and glasses and pretty chocolate dimples.

“Hey yourself, e-boy.” You replied.

“Get anything interesting?” Shinsou nodded at your stack of mail as he opened his own mailbox.

“A new book.”

“Of course,” he shot you a smirk.

“Of course,” you giggled.

“Well, hey, that’s what makes you my little book worm.” He teased.

You glanced away your shy little dimpled smile making his heart flutter.

“Well, I better get upstairs,” you said, “I have studying to do.”

“Alright then,” Shinsou’s heart sank a bit at the thought of losing time with you. “Mind if I walk up with you?”

“Sure!”

Shinsou let you lead the way.

You two were neighbors and had come to be good friends; often walking up to your apartments together. So you thought nothing of it when he took up space behind you. Not even feeling the predatory gaze on your ass.

Shinsou’s friendly face fell into an almost hungry gaze as you strutted in front of him. There was something about your cute face juxtaposed with your stacked curves that drove him crazy. Your round ass bounced with every step as you led the way up the stairs. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his joggers and stroked the bulge growing in his pants as your ass wiggled.

Stop being such a creep man.

He chastised himself as you bounced up the stairs, but fuck he couldn’t help it.

All he could imagine was how loud he could make your soft little voice scream for him while he pounded into your thick ass from the back or watched your bouncy tits jiggle in his face.

“Hey, y/n,” Shinsou piped up before he could stop himself.

“Yeah?” You cocked your head.

Cutie.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over and order take out. We can just watch a movie or somethin’..or not! I don’t want you to think I’m tryna Netflix and chill or something!” Even though he totally was.

You felt your face burn. In all the time you and Shinsou had been neighbors, you had always had a crush on him, but never knew how to express it. You honestly never expected anything more than friendly mailbox banter; so getting invited to his house was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

“O-oh, um—Sure!”

“Really? Ahh, I have to stream tonight at midnight, but how bout eight?”

Your cheeks burned as you nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Alright, I now have an hour to make this place look presentable.” Shinsou gazed around his messy bachelor pad.

He managed to make his place decent and changed from his joggers into jeans and a t-shirt. He even combed his messy purple locks a bit. He wanted to look good for you guys’ first hang out session. After all, he couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to hang out with him. Shinsou had been crushing on you for months, but he didn’t think he was actually good enough for you. You were smart and studious and hard working and he was pretty sure you only viewed him as a lazy gamer guy.

That was why he had to impress you. This was his first shot to make a real impression and maybe score a real date with you.

He wondered how you would wear your hair and makeup. If he’d finally get to see those curves of yours hugged in a dress. He groaned aloud, thinking about running his fingers over your body.

“Fuck...” he muttered, feeling his dick flex at the thought of your thick chocolate body writhing under his.

Shinsou stroked himself through his jeans growing harder as his thoughts about you ran wild.

I can’t act like this when she’s around. I’ll scare her off for sure.

Ok. He had twenty minutes. He could just rub one out, right? That way when you got there he wouldn’t be thinking about throwing you on the kitchen table and deep dicking you until you were a groaning mess.

You knocked at Shinsou’s front door. You stepped back and bounced on your toes a bit.

When he opened the door, you felt your heart quicken. He looked so handsome. You weren’t used to seeing him in jeans and you could see how well sculpted his chest was through his shirt.

“Hey, bookworm.” He smiled.

“Hi, you.” You replied.

“Come on in.”

As soon as Shinsou ushered you inside you were intrigued by all the cool super hero posters and pictures of friends on the family.

“DC guy, huh?” You smirked at him as you observed his DC posters.

“For the most part,” Shinsou replied, coming up to your side. “I like the world building more in DC; feels a bit more real to me than Marvel. I don’t know why, but I have to admit I like Marvel’s villains more.”

“Hmm. I’m the opposite.”

Shinsou’s brow quirked as he grinned down at you.

“Oh yeah?”

You nod, shrugging. “I just think marvel has cooler, more powerful heroes and I like the world building in marvel. But I think DC has cooler villains and I like the grimmer grittier vibe.”

“Hmmm, let me find out my bookworm is a comic buff.”

Your heart fluttered again at the possessive nickname, but you mask it with a grin. “Try me.”

By the time the pizza arrives you and Shinsou are deep in your conversation about movies, comics, books, and your favorite shows.

Shinsou proudly shows you his custom PC and set up and swells with pride at how you gush over his build.

He loves hearing about your studies and theories and you guys bounce ideas off of each other for hours.

Before you both know it, it’s eleven o’clock.

“I’m so sorry, Shin. I didn’t mean to hold you up.”

“Trust me, y/n, if it wasn’t for that alarm I wouldn’t have even noticed the time. This has been really fun.”

The grin that lit up your face made your dark eyes sparkle and Shinsou desperately wanted to kiss you.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m really glad we did this.”

“Yeah, totally. We should...do it again sometime. Maybe we can go out for dinner next weekend?” He offered, carefully.

You glanced away, sweetly, composing yourself before meeting his eyes again with a shy nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” Shinsou grinned, scratching the back of his neck as a blush burned on his cheeks. Guess I’ll hop over next door and pick you up huh?” He chuckled.

“Sure.” You giggled back. “Well...night, Shin, have fun on your stream.”

“Night, y/n.” He smiled back.

As soon as you were out the door, Shinsou wanted to whoop and holler. Holy shit! He couldn’t believe he’d finally did it! Not only did he ask you to hang out, he scored an actual date with you!

Not only that, he finally got to know you beyond just a few words, and you were totally cool!

Knowing how cool and interesting you are coupled with your sweet, shy nature just made you more attractive to him.

He couldn’t help being even more turned on. You were like the perfect girl. Shy and sweet and nerdy and cool and Thicc as fuck.

He couldn’t wait to get to know you better in more ways than one...

He felt himself stirring once again and sighed, palming himself through his jeans.

“Dammit,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut in frustration. “I’ve really gotta stop working myself up over you, bookworm.”

Alright. He had an hour. He could take care of his ‘little problem’ before he started his stream. He would be thinking of you riding his face the whole time.

Just wanted to say I love your writing ❤️💗 Also may I request todoroki and Bakugou separately please with a black girlfriend. 🙏🏾

Black Girl Magic (Bakugo and Todoroki x Black Femme Reader)

You were never an extra in Bakugo’s eyes, because you never allowed yourself to be

“Oi! Move it, extra.”

You stay your ass right in place

“Hey! Did you hear me?”

You pull out your head phones and look around.

“Huh? What the hell are you looking for?”

“Who ever the fuck you’re talking to like that, cuz I know you ain’t talkin’ to me. My name ain’t extra, it’s y/n. So try again.”

Bakugo was low key turned on.

“Tch! Whatever.”

He Moved around you

But from that moment on, he was intrigued by you.

Stole glances at you in class

You sit right by the window and when the sun hits your brown skin, he swears he’s looking at a legit angel

Even you dark curls glow like a halo

Despite the first interaction y’all had, you guys had an undeniable chemistry.

You did not take his shit AT ALL, and he loved that.

He asked you out during a sparring match

“If you lose, you have to let me take you out, big head.”

“Pffttt why can’t you just ask me on a regular date??”

Cuz he loves showing off his strength to you.

Doesn’t hold back

He won, and immediately started dressing your wounds with the utmost care

Took you to a hot pot place.

Not long after he asked you to be his girlfriend

When you say yes, Bakugo is over the damn moon!

Bakugo wants to protect you at all costs

When you tell him about the sexism and racism you face as a black woman and he sees it, his hands start popping

Boy is ready to blow something up. How could anybody descriminate against you or anyone like you like that???

BLACK LIVES FUCKING MATTER!!!!

NO JUSTICE NO MUTHA FUCKIN PEACE!

Bae is at the rallies with his sign.

“Stay home, big head, Last thing I need is you out here getting hurt. I’ll fight for you.”

You wanna cry. Because, black girls deserve protection too🥺

He’s somehow sweet and mean at the same time

“Hey fat head, I thought you might like this.” Presents you an entire line of African made/owned hair care products.

“Damn, bae! How much did this cost?!”

“A fucking lot so you better appreciate it!”

“Thank you, baby.” 😚

If somebody says some shit about your race, Bakugo is ready to cuss them out and educate them at the same damn time.

“First the fuck of all, people are walkin’ around here with cactuses for heads, and you’re hung up on skin tone?! Fuck outta here, Black is beautiful, and if you say anything less, I’ll fucking kill you!”

But of course it’s Bakugo, so he’s screaming at the top of his lungs with his hands crackling.

“Baby, please, calm down.” You’re pulling him away.

Bakugo adores you. From your beautiful brown skin and tight curls to your strong character and witty humor.

He might come off like an asshole, but he’s absolutely whipped for his melanin princess

Baby noticed you from day one

There was something about the way you that intrigued him

He didn’t know if it was the intelligence in your sly smile or the laughter in your deep brown eyes, but there was just something

Eyes always wondered to the back of your head in class.

He loved the way your colorful braids looked piled up on your head

Loved the way your skin reminded him of earth

He dead ass asked Midoriya and Iida what the hell was wrong with him, and why he couldn’t focus on anything, but you.

They explained the concept of crushes to him.

Oh.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, Todoroki, what’s up?”

“I have a crush on you.”

You nearly choked to death.

Like, sir!

“Wh-What?”

“That’s why I can’t stop thinking about you and looking at you. I like you. Will you please go out with me?”

Your mind is spinning and your cheeks are burning, because like you like him too, but damn, boy! You couldn’t like, prepare a sista first?

“I-I like you too, Todoroki-kun. I would love to!”

Shoto smiles so bright

It’s one of the first times he looks like a teenager instead of a mini grown man.

Your heart skips a beat

Shouto is like unintentionally a great boyfriend

Especially for someone who clearly did not have normal social interactions growing up.

He eats with you at lunch

Throws his arm around you when you guys watch movies in the common area

Loves, loves, LOVES playing with your hair especially with your braids.

He was fascinated when you explained the technique of weaving the fake hair into your real hair.

When he sees you take it out, he’s literally in awe

“Wanna help me wash it Sho?”

“Yes, please.”

The boys hands are MAGIC!

He loves watching your texture change as he sprays and sections it.

Asks you if it’s apart of your quirk

This fool 😂

“No babe, this is just how my hair works.”

Uses Endeavors money to take you shopping because he LOVES your skin in bright colors.

Like: “Y/n you literally glow in orange.” 😍

“Shooo!” 🥰

You guys talk about racial descrimination, sexism, and misogynoir

“As a hero, I’m gonna make this world an easier place for you to exist in y/n. That’s my job as a hero too.”

See what I mean?!

This boy is so damn sweet and chivalrous without even trying!!!

He worships the ground you walk on!

Don’t Forget Me

Art in banner done by me.

College Life / Mermaid / Kimi no Na wa (Your Name) inspired AU

It’s all nothing but a dream. A series of dreams that are all too real. That’s all it is. Your soul - or whatever it was - couldn’t possibly be swapping places with a Merman. One, mermaids aren’t real. Two, that’s not even possible! Is it? 

Mermaid!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Human Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Don’t Forget Me tag. 

Genre: Romance / Angst Story 

Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Interspecies Sex (merman / human), Masturbation, Alcohol, Animal death / hunting (whales, fish, sharks, etc), Cursing, Descriptions of Injuries and Blood 

A/N: This is my part for the @bnhabookclub weekly collab event Just Add Water for MerMay! I know there isn’t much going on in this, but it’s just the first chapter to a new multichapter fic. Per the rules of the collab, I used the prompt “That’s just an urban legend”. I’m excited, because I’ve wanted to do a Mer!Bakugou x reader for a LONG time and could never think of anything. But when this theme was announced, I was watching Kimi no Na wa and immediately had this idea. So, full disclosure, the theme of switching bodies in their sleep / forgetting each other is inspired by that movie, but that is all that I take away from it. 

Prologue: Stone

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words:  1,855

You were doing it again. 

How many times had you caught yourself staring at the delicate necklace in your hands? More than you could probably count on all your fingers and toes, and you were sure that number had nearly doubled just in the last week. You really weren’t sure why you were drawn to it so intensely, nor why it gave you such a deep sense of loss and loneliness. 

Where had you gotten it from? 

You couldn’t remember. In truth, you couldn’t remember getting it at all. As far as you could recollect, it had been around your neck when you woke up one morning, about two months ago. Since then, you refused to go a day without it, even if it didn’t necessarily match your outfit or any particular occasion. You felt so lost without it around your neck, like a part of you was away, off in some distant land or deep within the sea. 

Why did you think that? 

Of all things, why would you assume that this missing part of you was in the ocean? Was it because of the necklace? Probably. The silver clam shaped pendant that rested in your palm was most likely the culprit to make you think of the sea. But that particular piece of the jewelry wasn’t what kept you so entranced. Set in the middle was a small, perfectly round stone, and its brilliance is what you couldn’t help but stare into. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a small marble, with brilliant deep indigo, swirling turquoise and hints of radiant purples. There were sparkles of twinkling white, like light reflecting off a water’s surface, and if you gazed into it long enough, you could have sworn that the colors were mixing and twisting, as if there truly was water inside the stone. 

It was so beautiful. Had someone given it to you? Whoever did must have cared about you so deeply to give you something so special. You had asked all your friends and family if they knew anything about how you got it, but no one knew anything. You received some weird looks and uncomfortable responses when you tried to ask them, but that didn’t bother you much, not when you had been dealing with people finding you strange for almost half a year now, anyway. 

Why did they find you weird again? You couldn’t remember.

All you knew was that it had to do with this necklace. You had tried to find out what it was made of to try and get any hints on where it may have come from, but each jewelry store or stone expert you took it to, they all had the same response. They just didn’t know. Many offered to buy it from you at varying prices, their interest peaked and their hopes of being the first person to discover a new stone pushing them forward. But you resisted, as just even letting it out of your hands so they could look at it enough to make you nearly burst into tears. You couldn’t let it go and you wouldn’t, either. Not ever. Not for anything. 

Because it was precious. It was the only thing that you had that could help to calm this nearly unending sense of longing. 

But what was it you were longing for? 

Or who? 

Why did that always pop up in your mind? There were so many pieces of scattered thoughts that you just couldn’t put together. A person. The sea. Feeling like a piece of you was missing. You wanted these feelings to end, but you knew that they wouldn’t, not until you found what you were searching for. 

With a frustrated sigh, you put the necklace back on around your neck, clasping it in place with skilled fingers. Standing from your bed, you shuffled your way towards your desk, lightly running your fingers down along the slender metal chain. Your mind was still in a hazy grip of sleep, barely registering that the electronic clock mostly hidden by books and other stationary read 5:49 AM, though that didn’t really matter. Your mind was racing with the overbearing thoughts, and as you sat down in your squeaky office chair, you were already near breaking out into tears.

The necklace wasn’t the only clue you had. Scattered among the desk were notebooks and papers, though you had refused to touch them for the last few weeks. At first, you had meticulously looked over every page and every written note, trying to do everything you could to learn about who this person was that you were missing. But now they sat on your desk, abandoned in defeat. There were many things in the notes that didn’t make sense to you now, though according to what you had written, you had understood it all at one point. 

What you had written. 

That was what was the most odd. There were two very distinct handwritings within the notebooks and scribbled on the scrap pieces of paper or sticky notes. Yours was so proper and easy to read, clean and steady. The other was rough with some of the characters almost completely illegible, requiring you to assume what the person writing must have been trying to say. Large and scratchy, it almost resembled the handwriting of a child or what you assume would be someone new to writing on paper. The phrases. The choice of words. All of it was completely different from yours. 

It had been another person. Someone sat in your chair, in your room, and wrote these messages to you. At first, you thought that it just had to be a prank. One of your friends was fucking with you. That was the only realistic solution. But none of them talked this way, and if you were honest, they weren’t exactly clever enough to pull off such a big ordeal over months and months. 

The way they talked… It was so strange. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and if you were honest, you thought that they must have been a little crazy. Yet, you weren’t all that rattled in most of your responses, like you knew what they had been saying to be the truth. 

The conversations were so… natural. In fact, most of it was like a diary, with the scratchy handwriting cataloging what had happened that day, how they felt about it, and what they had done. 

This school shit that you humans do is so stupid and pointless. Who the fuck needs to know about… what is it called? Calculus? You’re never going to use that shit, I’m not bothering with keeping up with it, fuck that. You always catch up on your own anyway. That bitch Midoriya or whatever gave you some fucking flowers today. I thought about stomping on them and telling him to fuck off, but I just took them and left. You need to tell that prick you’re not into him or this shit will never stop. Also, the way you humans handle courtship is fucked. I didn’t do shit today otherwise. Just stayed in the room. I did find your sketchbook though. You’re getting better, but you still can’t remember us for shit. 

Pulling your eyes up from the paper, they immediately landed on the mentioned sketchbook, which was tucked up beneath some schoolbooks. Carefully, you pulled it out, setting it down on the pile of papers to thumb through it. 

It had been so long since you had even opened this thing. The feeling of the coarse paper beneath your fingertips brought a small smile to your face, as did seeing all your old sketches and doodles. Though, the smile faded as you reached near the middle of the sketchbook, your eyes tearing up immediately at the contents of the page. The page was completely covered in drawings of what looked to be mermaids, or mermen, to be more accurate. They were mostly faceless and unidentifiable, the sketches geared more towards poses and anatomy. The only thing mostly consistent was the tail. It seemed to be the same over all the drawings, with matching fins and scribbled patterns. 

“Mermaids… I’ve never cared to draw them before, why did I…?” 

After another turn of the page, you were met with similar things, only this time they had heads and hair, jewelry, pieces of clothing, and even weapons. Only one of the sketches resembled the previous drawings, and his particular features called to you. The feeling of recognition and longing grew fiercer with another turn of the page, which was all nothing but sketches of that particular merman’s head with varying expressions and positions. He was particularly attractive, with slanted piercing eyes and a mass of fluffy spiked hair on his head. He had fin-like ears that were mostly drooped, but flared out on the drawings with a more intense expression, where his mouth was open in a yell or intense fanged snarl. 

A small gasp left your lips as a drop of liquid suddenly landed onto the paper, pulling you out of your daze. Crying? Why were you crying? Why did your heart feel like it was about to be ripped from your chest? It wasn’t possible for this to be the man that you had been longing for. You had drawn him as a mermaid! They weren’t real, and there was no way that was possible. He couldn’t even get into your room, let alone sit in your chair and write you letters. 

“I’m so ridiculous…” You whispered quietly to yourself, wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. Had you been blushing? You didn’t even notice. “Mermaids… That’s just an urban legend. A myth. I must have just been in a phase… Maybe I saw a movie or an anime with them, and I got super invested? But then… they’re so…” 

Page after page, more sketches followed, some making you giggle while others made your chest ache so badly you thought you would pass out. But then, there was something scribbled onto a page that made your entire body grow cold, stomach twisting into such a tight knot you were sure that you’d vomit. 

Save me. 

“Save… Save you?” You choked out into the silent room with a trembling voice, more tears cascading down your cheeks as you reached up to grip the pendant around your neck tightly. It was in the familiar scratchy handwriting, though it was more frantic and messy than you had ever seen. Hiccupping, you brought the pendant up to your lips, pressing the stone against them as you struggled to calm yourself. 

Save you from what? What the hell happened? Did I save you? Why the hell can’t I remember!

It was then that you felt an odd pulsing against your lips, and as you pulled away in shock, your teary gaze was locked onto the pendant in your hands, which was pulsing slowly with a pale green glow. And with it came a thought, like a soft voice whispering in your ear that you couldn’t ignore. 

He’s calling to me… 

Wholesome... ✂💺💻💽💾

BNHA PRO HUSBAND SCENARIOS: Reacting to them getting baby fever when you’re both Pro Heroes

Feat: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Mirio Togata

Warning: highly suggestive content

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Izuku Midoriya

It was completely your fault, you had no right looking so beautiful holding the small month old baby in your arms. Battered, bruised, and covered in cuts, and yet you looked absolutely stunning with that glowing motherly smile on your face as you hushed and rocked the baby to sleep. Izuku’s head was spinning seeing you like this, something in his heart stirred yelling at him that you’d be a perfect mother.

“Oh hi honey, didn’t see you there.”, you giggled quietly trying to stay professional.

Izuku wanted to speak but seeing you hold the baby had left his mind stuck on one thought, “A-Are you both okay?”, he asked stupidly watching the sleeping baby wrap it’s small hand around your ring finger.

“We’re fine love. The mission was a success and the Baby’s mom and dad have been found we’re just waiting for them to come.”, you whisper smiling down at the small baby in your arms.

“It suits you.”, Izuku mumbles out loud making you stare at him, he’s about to stutter out an excuse but you’re both scared when a woman’s cries fill your ears.

The baby’s parents had finally found you and ran to you with open arms, they both tackled you honestly just trying to hold their baby. You gave the baby back to her mother and the father hugged you with tears spilling from his eyes and thanked you. You smiled and nodded feeling your heart clench tightly once the baby had left your arms. Izuku notices and his mind fills with the thought of giving you a baby of your own.

You both return home in silence and while you started dinner you notice Izuku missing.

“Izuku? Zu? Honey where’d you go?”, you called throughout the house eventually finding him in his office taking down his things.

“Izuku what’re you doin-“

“I need to make the nursery.”

You’re left completely shocked by his response watching him work diligently to carefully and quickly put his stuff away. He stops for a moment and rushes up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before slamming a deep passionate kiss on your lips. You accidentally moan against his lips and find yourself being pressed against the wall by his large sculpted body.

“I-Izuku what’s gotten into you?”, you gasp turning away from him as embarrassment danced over your face.

“I want a baby, I want to give you a baby.”, he admits sternly, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but seeing you today…glowing the way you did with that baby in your arms…I-it made me want one even more.”

You flushed bright red to his response, but his hungry emerald hues caught how your thighs clenched and squirmed to his words. You wanted this just as bad as he did, that baby had given you both baby fever and you weren’t even mad.

“I-I…I want a boy.”, you admit staring up into his hungry eyes.

Izuku had completely changed, he’d become feral for you, confident and cocky, “Then I’ll give you one.”

The house almost burnt down since you had forgotten about dinner on the stove.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was in his prime, barely to be 28, and already happily married to the sassiest woman he’d ever met but he felt something digging at him. After getting to hold Kirishima’s little girl and being dubbed her god father Katsuki was left with some brewing thoughts. Everywhere he looked there was a pregnant woman or a baby in its stroller or it’s parents arms. He longed for that same sensation, he grew the need to have a baby of his own, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him but on his day off he somehow stumbled into a baby clothing store and his heart was overflowing. He found Dynamight themed onesies and compulsively bought it, it was just to cute for him to ignore.

“Oh that would look lovely on our baby.”, a young woman smiled gently rubbing her round stomach, her husband was holding up two separate sets for her to choose from and Katsuki’s feverish mind pictured that happy couple as you and him.

Now here he was at home, sitting at the edge of his bed mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over the small onesie as more and more thoughts stirred in his mind. He wanted a baby, no needed one, needed to have a baby with his pretty little Queen. “Fuck I’m losing my mind, stupid fucking shitty hair and his cute ass baby.”, Katsuki groaned flopping onto the bed.

“Suki I’m home.”

Katsuki groaned letting you know he was in the room but completely forgot about the onesie in his hand, “Hey baby cakes, long day?”, he sighed sitting up to get his sugar from you.

You pressed a deep kiss to his lips making him hum in delight, you noticed the onesie in the corner of your bed and squealed seeing it. Bakugou realized he’d been caught and groaned, “Katsuki what is this?”, you smiled holding it up in the air.

“A baby onesie…I-I picked it up at the store today.”, he sighed staring anywhere but you.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, bet our baby would look super cute in it.”, you said out loud.

His red eyes were immediately glaring at your stomach once you had said that but he didn’t see anything different.

“Wait what?”

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant, I wasn’t gonna tell you until I was showing but since someone has baby fever I guess it’s okay to tell you early.”, you giggled running off to find your positive pregnancy test.

God Katsuki was all over you once he read the positive test, you smiled and tried to escape him but that was not happening anytime soon. His lips were all over your face and neck, leaving a warm trail all over your skin. “K-Katsuki down boy.”, you whined feeling his bulge against your crotch.

“No way. Not now, not ever. I’m gonna make sure you stay filled and then we’re going shopping, you need maternity clothes and the baby needs all her shit too.”, Katsuki growled seductively stripping himself of his shirt.

“We don’t even know if it’ll be a girl!”, you screamed flushing bright red to his naked form.

“It’s gonna be a girl I know it, my little Queen is gonna give me my little Princess.”, he growls slowly stripping you.

Katsuki keeps his word, he does make sure to keep you filled and honestly you’re pretty sure he just wasted a fortune on everything he just bought you and the baby.

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Mirio Togata

Being a pro was never an easy job, but seeing all the families around him made Mirio long for a family of his own. He had brought up the idea to you before but you never really gave him a solid answer. Then it happened, during your anniversary dinner you both caught sight of a beautiful little baby that absolutely adored staring at you. Mirio couldn’t help himself and started making faces at the baby making him laugh with glee. The baby’s laugh was contagious, it made you both feel so warm inside. Seeing the way Mirio swooned for the baby made you smile, Mirio was always good with kids, he’d proved it more then once but now…now the idea of a family sounded good in your head.

“Wasn’t that baby just the cutest?”, Mirio cheered.

“Yeah super cute.”

Mirio suddenly became quiet, his face twisted into a strange frown. You snapped out of his mood with a kiss to the lips and smiled at him, “Our times coming soon, I promise.”, you whispered.

Mirio’s mind went blank to those words and slowly but surely he showed you just how much he wanted this. He made one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery and decorated it full of superheroes, of course he didn’t let you in the room for anything which sucked since you couldn’t even get the keys. I’m that room he hid everything, your maternity gear, baby clothes, strollers, car seats, everything until the fated day you told him you were pregnant.

Mirio broke down sobbing finding your positive test sitting atop a corny shirt that read ‘I have the strongest daddy.’. Mirio wore that shirt for a month straight awaiting his sweet round baby but his baby fever never went away.

“Honey I’m on babysitting duty tonight! Look I have the Amajiki twins!”, Mirio cheered holding both the elf eared toddlers in his arms.

You smiled at waved at your nephews who immediately sought out to play games with their favorite uncle. Mirio has become extremely caring and nurturing, doing whatever the kids wanted, playing, drawing, sleeping, anything at all just to see them happy.

“Hey uncle when will we get a new baby cousin?”

“Oh soon little one. Aunty (Y/n) is raising the baby right now in her belly.”, Mirio smiled watching you waddle around the kitchen while you made dinner.

Both the twins stared at you and then at each other before popping the question, “Where do babies come from?”

You nearly tripped hearing that sentence and glared at Mirio to keep his mouth shut but he answered.

“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much they do a magic trick together and the daddy puts hi-“

“THEIR MAGIC CALLS A STORK AND THE STORK BRINGS THE BABY!”, you screamed throwing a pillow at your stupid husband.

The twins giggled and rushed to the kitchen to cling to your legs, the both rubbed your growing belly and smiled excited for their new friend.

Sick Thoughts

So I really wanted to write something nasty with this boy for a long time now and I finally got to the point where I decided to do it. So, here we are~ I was listening to 'Sick Thoughts' from Lewis Blissett by the way, it's just pure perfection.

So, what do you think, should I write more smut scenarios? Would you like to see more writings like this from me? I'm a bit nervous if you like it or not tbh, haha

Pairing: Dabi x F!reader SMUT

Wordcount: 1372

Warnings: Heavy smut, porn without plot, dirty talk, face fucking, Dabi being a bit sadistic and rough as usual~

He was one of a kind, that's for sure, and even though you stick by his side willingly, it usually felt like there was no escape from Dabi, whether you wanted to run from him or not. You were addicted to the contrast between all the sweet things he said to you and the rather rough treatment he gave you.

"That's a good girl." The tone was calm and collected, but the movement of his hips was nothing like that as he slid his dick deep into your throat. Tears gathered in your eyes, struggling to swallow him even deeper, his fingers gripping your hair firmly. Dabi looked down on your face with a cold look in his eyes, but you know exactly what he was thinking about, he was not afraid to say it, not when he enjoyed himself too much.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a champ", he said as he slowed down a bit, tugging on your hair a little, making you look up at him. "That's it doll, let me see those tears rolling down on those pretty cheeks." He picked up the pace again, one hand still gripping your hair, while the other cupped your chin to kept you in place while he fucked your face with vigor. It was hot and rough, you were sure that one day you will choke on his dick, but you didn't mind it, his grunts and the way his dick slid down on your tongue every time he thrust into your mouth without a care in the world, it was too exciting to make it stop.

After a few more thrusts, he stopped and pulled out, his hand on the back of your head gently brushed your hair with his slender fingers as his blue eyes fixed on your panting, trembling frame. You looked up at him with pretty, teary eyes and swollen, wet lips. He completely fucked up the makeup you put on with such care, oblivious to the fact that he will destroy it within 30 minutes after you get into the bedroom. He loved it.

He loved how you were still clinging into his pants he just lazily pulled down a bit when he came up with the idea to have a little more fun after watching that cheesy romantic movie you were so hyped about. You had every chance to just try to stop him when he made you gag, but you never did anything more than just tugging harder on the hem of his pants.

"I'm really proud of you, kitten. Come on, let me give you a little reward."

He grabbed your arm roughly to pull you up, but you just hissed a little as you followed him to the bed. You only had your panties on now, Dabi took care of everything else, your shirt, bra, and pants were all over the floor behind him as he pushed you down to the mattress.

Dabi kneeled down between your legs and pulled down the damp fabric with a hungry gaze. Calloused fingers traced up from your knees, your soft, warm skin shivered as he pushed your legs wider, planting lazy kisses to your inner thigh before his tongue dived between your wet folds.

Strong hands pin down your hips as he kept you in place, there was no escape from him as he violently abused your clit with his tongue, pushing it down before sucking on it, just to make you scream and whine, he was sure he could get off just hearing the voices you make when he feats on your sweet juices.

Your body quivered and you already lost your breath after a few minutes, it was impossible to stay put when he went down on you. It was a rare treat, but it was even more enjoyable when he finally decided to pleasure you.

You reached your climax rather fast, and Dabi gave long licks to your clit as you came down from your high, flashing a smug smile at you as he cleaned off his face with the back of his hand.

He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath as he threw his shirt to the floor, next to your abandoned panties. With his eyes lazily looked up and down on your body, he finally pulled down his pants along with his boxers. You felt the bed shifting a little as he crawled above you, like a wolf hovering above a scared little sheep. Except your heart didn't pound so fast in your chest because of fear.

Dabi grabbed your thighs and turned you to your side, curious fingers pushing your soft flesh wider as they find your clit again, pushing it down with a soft smile. You whined and grabbed his other hand next to your head.

He let out an amused chuckle. "Come on kitten, beg. Beg for it like a needy slut, I know you want it badly." He talked to you like it was nothing, but as he poked your entrance with his tip, you saw an impatient shadow shifting through his eyes. You didn't answer right away, and that didn't please him.

He spanked your ass with a loud slap. He growled. "I said beg for it, bitch."

You know better than acting up.

"Please, Dabi, I really need you to fuck me, please...", you whined softly, biting your lower lip. "Please, give it to me...!"

"See, that's a good girl, y/n..." he chuckled again, shoving his dick deep into your wet hole without a warning, fingers gripping firmly around your ass.

He didn't waste any time, with another spank Dabi started to pound into with a vigorous pace, taking in the sight of your body reacting to his. Your hands gripped the sheets under you, all kinds of soft and needy noises leaving your lips, tits bouncing up and down, he got even harder only from looking at you, but he lost it completely when your walls clenched around his dick so perfectly.

He grabbed your hips and turned you on your stomach, one hand still groping the soft space between your ass and hips, the other one grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down to the mattress.

You moaned and whined into the pillow as he fucked you hard, the room filled with lustful noises and the sound of his hips loudly spanking your ass. He loved the control he had over you, leaving you as a babbling mess under his touch. He could fuck you for hours, but he felt generous enough today to give you a break, considering that he tired you out twice already.

"Who's my little bitch, huh?", he asked with a husky growl, the hand on your neck gripping your hair again.

"Me, Dabi, I'm your bitch", you managed to whine that out, earning a proud chuckle out of him as he let go of your hair, now both of his hands groping your ass as he got closer to his release.

His thrusts got sloppier, you already knew it was just a few more pounds, but even though you expected it, his satisfied growl and the way he shoved his dick even deeper into you as he filled up your aching cunt with his warm seed, it sent you down into a spiral.

Bony fingers dug between your stomach and the sheets as he cupped your pussy, his digits now drawing fast circles around your clit. You cried out and felt his sweaty body making contact with your back.

"You didn't think I would let you go yet, right? You have to cum on my dick first, kitten, so come on, hurry up", you could hear that he was smiling, knowing very well that hearing his voice made you always so excited.

He didn't have to say it twice, his fingers made sure that your vision went white rather fast as you came too, milking his cock even more as your tight little pussy clenched around his member.

"That's my girl", he said, planting gentle kisses on your neck. "Let's get clean you up and watch another movie before I fuck your pretty face again on the couch too."