#bnha fanfictions

[dabislittlemouse]

Telling yandere!Dabi you’ll never love him and he says, “you really feel that way? Fine. If you won’t love me then I’ll make you fear me.”

What happens next is up to you 👀👀👀👀

Fear me, love..

➛ word count: 2.6k

➛ contains: mature themes, MDNI +18, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea ! yandere!Dabi x f!reader

➛ warnings: nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, slapping, noncon, overall Dabi being mean and scary. This ended up turning into a fic uwu

➛ tags: @kelin-is-writing @ohnoitsthatonekid @anni3-arts

➛ Reblogs would be appreciated!

You have been warned! Read at your own risk!

The pyromaniac was enamored by you.

The very moment he laid his eyes on you, when you were walking down the street on your way to work, that’s when Dabi knew he had to have you. It could be the possessive urge claim and break things that were pretty and perfect, the opposite of him, or maybe it really was love at the first sight. He doesn’t know, nor does he care to know, as his purpose was to make you his forever. Dabi was a greedy man, and when he wanted something, he’d get it. 

And that’s exactly what he did. Since months you’ve been locked in his apartment, in his room, without seeing a ray of sunshine and the outside world again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you keep aksing him why, why he’s been keeping you like his caged pet, and all he answers is that he loves you. He claims that he is protecting you from the outside world, because the world is dangerous for a pretty fragile thing like you. He’d be the one to make you happy instead, getting whatever you want, every kind of jewelry, clothes, plushies, doll you up and treat you like the princess you were, but that was never enough. Dabi knew you still hated him and feared him, but he never gave up, he didn’t just want to claim you as a person, he also wanted to claim your heart and soul, make you fall deeply in love with him. For a while you’d been pliant and obedient, to the point he really thought you might feel something for him, since you didn’t seem to flinch whenever he came close to you or attack him out of nowhere. It gave him hope, knowing that he could finally trust you and let you a bit free, treat you normally, hanging out together as a couple instead of keeping you locked inside like a prisoner. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately..” he says one day, fingers gently playing with your hair as his soft azure eyes stare at your lips. “Finally got it inside your little brain that I do love you, huh?”

When you don’t say anything, he grabs your chin, turning your head to him and looking in your eyes. 

“You know I’d burn the world for you, Y/N..” he whispers, his lips inches away from yours as you nod dumbly, remembering all the corpses Dabi had left behind him, corpses that belonged to your former coworkers, friends, boys who Dabi suspected that look at you too much. “I don’t like locking you up like this love, truly. I’d really love to take you to places, going on a date, all those gushy things couples do~” he chuckles, kissing your lips softly. 

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you mumbled, backing off from the kiss. He was insane; did he really expect for you to consider this normal? To be a couple? 

The smirk faded off his pale face, his gaze making you nervous as he stayed silent for a moment. He swallowed, licking his lips and titling his head.

“What was that?” 

“I-I said.. I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you gulped, looking away from him. Dabi simply nodded, his hand coming to caress your cheek delicately, but his face expression remained stoic. Not even a hint of softness in those eyes as usual, it made you uncomfortable.

“After everything I’ve done for you..” he says softly, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “It still isn’t enough?”

His hand now grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as you yelped in fear. “Nobody out there would even piss on you if you were on fire, y’hear me? Nobody out there gives a shit about you. I am the only one who cares about you, getting you everything that nobody else ever could.. and this is how you reward me, Y/N?”

Now you felt your face getting hot from the anger, forcing yourself to get away from his grasp and slapping his hand away. 

“Reward you? I didn’t even want to be here, at all! Did you really think buying me stuff would make me love you?” you laugh, angry tears forming in your eyes at this absurdity. “I’ll never love you, Dabi. Never.”

Dabi raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopping in his tracks and just stared at you, your words ringing on his ears over and over. The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence, as Dabi froze there, empty soulless eyes gazing at you. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe, his intimidating gaze suffocating you, making you feel small and weak. Then his eyes darkened, a smirk appearing on his face, but it wasn’t his usual flirtatious one, which you suddenly wish it was. 

“Is that so?” he grunted, his tall figure looming over yours. “You really hate me this bad huh? Heh, figured..” he says, faking a hurt tone in his voice. Or maybe he wasn’t actually faking, maybe your words really cut deep in his dead cold heart, who knows..

“Alright then, since ya wanna get away from me so bad..” he proceeds to grab the keys of the door, throwing them to you. “Get out.”

You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide in shock, not believing what he was saying. “W-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself woman. Get. Out.” he snaps. You swallowed nervously, shaky hands grabbing the keys of the front door, the only way out of this, towards your freedom. Dabi leaned against the wall, amused even, watching you walking towards the door. Then his voice made itself known again. 

“But..”

There are always “but’s”, you should’ve known it from a man like him. You didn’t really think it would be that easy for you to get out of here.

“You have approximately 20 seconds to get out of this dingy building, love. I’ll count, don’t worry..” Dabi chuckled. “In case I hit 20, and I still see your pretty ass wandering around, not out of the building..” he licked his lips, humming. “Mm let’s just say, you ain’t gonna like the consequences of losing this little game”

Your breath hitches on your throat, your hands sweating and tears forming in your eyes. He was wicked, playing this game of cat and mouse as you sat there, terrified. 

“You want your freedom sweet thing? Earn it.” Dabi said harshly, hands on his pockets as he smiled lazily at you.

“One..”

You yelped in fear as he started counting, and you weren’t even close at the door yet. Dabi’s apartment was on the third floor, so it will take you a good time to get down the stairs. Your shaky hands immediately went for the keys, trying to unlock the door and cursing through your teeth as you barely sticked the key inside.

“Two..”

The door finally opened. You let out a relieved breath as you started running down the stairs, as fast as you could. Being locked inside for a long time, without properly walking or running outside, made it difficult for you to run fast now. But this was your only chance to escape, and no way in hell you’d accept losing it.

“…eight, nine..”

Dabi’s voice was now louder, raising it on purpose so it could be heard down to the first floor. The building was abandoned, that’s why he specifically chose it as his personal hideout. You were finally on floor zero, now the only thing left to do was pull the heavy metallic door of the building and finally get out. 

If only that was as easy..

Your weak hands grabbed the door handle, pulling as much as you could but no avail. The door simply creaked loudly but it barely even moved.

“… thirteen, fourteen..”

“N-No.. no shit.. shit!” You cursed through your teeth, tears forming in your eyes and heart pounding out of your chest. Dabi was close to 20 and the door was not even opening. At all. You groaned in frustration as your hands hurt from pulling the metallic handle, gasping hard as panic was taking over your body. “Come on..” you whined at the door which refused to move.

“…seventeen..”

It was useless. If Dabi came looking for you, he’d definitely see you pathetically trying to open the door. His words rang through your mind, what would possibly happen if he saw you? Without thinking twice you figured it was best to hide. The building had some sort of basement, where the boiler and many useless things like containers, random boxes, old furniture were dumped there as well. 

“Twenty.. ready or not here I come~” Dabi chirped out almost excitedly, like some kid enjoying a game at the park. But the smile on his face was nothing but happy, it was devilish and wicked, fangs ready like a predator hunting its prey. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was taking his sweet time to come downstairs and get you, while you immediately ran for the basement, trying to be as quiet as possible, hiding inside what seemed an old wardrobe. Hands clasping your mouth, you held your breath, your heartbeat so loud even Dabi might hear them. The tears rolled freely down your cheeks, utterly terrified at the thought of him finding you. You’d never seen him this scary, almost psychotic, he’d always be sweet and a bit forceful towards you but that was all. He tolerated you, a lot. And you fucked up by saying those words.

“Now, now..” Dabi clicked his tongue, eyeing the building’s creaky door barely opened and chuckling to himself, already knowing how weak you are. “I don’t think my little mouse has really escaped, has she? Too bad..”. He headed for the basement, slowly going down the stairs, not bothering to get any flashlight as he could perfectly see in the dark. Your fingers digged on your cheeks, barely breathing and trying your best to not let out any sound at all. Pathetic of you to believe that he wouldn’t actually find you here..

“Y/N..” he said threateningly. “You do know you broke this man’s heart, don’t ya? So mean and selfish you are..” Dabi exclaimed, with only one kick he pushed  some of the furniture away with his foot, the loud noise echoing in your ears. “So cruel..” he now kicked at the boxes around, making a mess.

“After everything that I did for you..” he now stops in front of the wardrobe, his grin wide and eyes flaring. You froze in your place, not even breathing at all as he came closer. “If you won’t love me.. then I’ll make you fear me”

With a harsh movement he opened the wardrobe, the door almost breaking as you let out a shriek, crawling on the opposite side while he giggled maniacally.

“There you are-”

His hand pulled you roughly by your hair out of the closet while you screamed for him to stop. 

“-little bitch” 

With ease he managed to get you up on your feet, and then forcefully throwing you and slamming you on an old wooden table nearby, which resulted in it breaking in the process. Pieces of wood managed to pierce through your skin and making you bleed. Too weak to even stand up, you crawled away from him. Unfazed, he approached towards you, his leather boot stepping on your head as he leaned down, smiling mischievously while you whined in pain.

“Gave you a chance and you blew it away..” he whispered. “Thought you hated me so much you’d have been out by now.. but nah, seems like you wanted this, can’t get away that easily from me huh..”

He pulled you up by your hair again, this time throwing you on an old couch like a ragdoll. You tried to catch your breath, looking up at him with your teary terrified eyes.

“P-Please.. stop, I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t mean it.. Dabi plea-”

His hot palm striked on your cheek hard, almost making you pass out at the brutal force of his slap. And another one on your other cheek, making them all red and puffy with his handprints on them, and your face burned. 

“Ungrateful sluts like you need discipline..” he laughs, hands unbuckling his belt immediately. “And I’m more than happy to give that to ya. Now turn around..before I fucking make you”

Not saying any further words, you slowly turned around on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly as he placed himself behind you.

“Ass up.”

You arched your back enough, face down on the dirty couch and your ass shamefully on display, perfect view for him. Burning off your underwear, his hot hand came down your asscheek hard, making you flinch and scream in pain. 

“Gonna turn you into a little painslut..” another hard smack on the other cheek. “My painslut. Cause it seems you don’t need my love at all..” 

Without a single warning his throbbing cock shoved forcefully between your velvety walls, the pain taking the air out of your lungs completely, no preparation at all, as your mouth fell open, but no scream manage to came out of it. 

“D-Dabi.. please stop! It hurts!” you finally manage to say, letting out choked sobs as he pumped into you a few more times. Dabi fucked you only twice, the first time taking your virginity. In both times Dabi was in fact passionate, gentle and caring, making sure you were feeling good even though you’d try to hide it. But now.. now it was completely the opposite, you were terrified at the man behind you, now realizing how much you’ve underestimated him and taking his kindness for granted. 

“Hurts, hah? Gonna hurt you real good, just the way you hurt me..” he spits hatefully, gripping on your asscheek harshly and heating his hand up, to the point you started to feel the burn piercing through your skin, totally paralyzing you from the behind at the unbearable pain that he inflicted on you. That would definitely leave a nasty scar, just like the many other ones he’d leave on you this night. 

“You’re mine, got that?” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck while the brutal movements of his hips thrusted in and out of you. “You belong to me, you were born for me, pretty girl. You were born for me to break you and brand you, my sweet little doll..” You felt dizzy, your body aching and sore to the point all you could do is babble incoherently at his words as he fucked you dumb.

“Fear me, love. Hate me.. say it, c’mon. Tell your man how much you hate him!” he shouted, his hips trembling as he was close to cumming. “Tell me you hate me!”

“H-Hate you.. I hate you..” you stuttered, choking on your own tears. “S-so much.. aaah I hate you!” 

“That’s it- oh fuck” he groaned loudly as he came hard deep inside of you, painting your walls white as his seed leaked down your trembling thighs. “Ngh- such good pussy- all mine!”

After a few more pumps, he finally pulled out of you as he enjoyed the view in front of him; you totally fucked out, your body wounded and bloody as pearly cum leaked slowly down your thighs. Fixing his pants, he patted your head gently before heading for the stairs.

“I expect you to come upstairs within 10 minutes.. crawl if you have to..” he smirked as you whined in desperation for him to come get you. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad about doing this to you, for treating you this way, but he had already made up his mind to discipline you real good. That’s the only way you’d listen to him, and maybe one day, even love him too. 

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[gremlin-bear-boi]

𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬

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|→ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ

the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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[this is for male readers and gender neutral readers only. pronouns are (he/they). female readers or female aligned dni]

{gif not mine}

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Quirk: Gas Manipulation

this quirk allows the user to manipulate different types of gases. all of which includes steam, clouds, smoke or air. the only gas elements the user can't control is pure oxygen and nitrogen. trying to manipulate pure gaseous elements can take a lot of the user energy. in exchange for the energy used, the user must maintain a good healthy diet and a well built stature. the user can also create things out of the elemental compounds. eq. attachable and working wings (the elements must be very dense for it to work), puffs of small smoke for transporting small things, etc.

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light shone down on the shiny gates of U.A. High, sat upon it was (Y/n) (L/n). Glowy wings flapped around, loose feathers graciously falling. Swinging his feet childishly, staring down at the examinees determined to pass the awfully unfair trial.

Let's look back to how he got here.

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"Has he confirmed his answer to the offer yet?" A gruff looking man asked. "Not yet, but I am very sure they will accept it," a rat-bear looking creature answered. "After all," he took a sip of his tea before continuing. "He gravely needs this friend of his."

"Are you even sure he's safe? I mean, he has a criminal record of a villain." The principal just shrugged. "I am sure of it, besides you two are familiar to each other." Before the man can ask a knock was heard.

A man entered the room, his long beaten scarf trailing behind him.

"Ah, greetings, (L/n)." The creature greeted.

'(Y/n)? He sounds like someone I know...' The gruff looking man thought.

"When do I start," The man said flatly, his scarf covering his mouth muffling his words lightly. "Classic (L/n), always cutting to the chase..." Nezu chuckled. "Just answer me, you mouse." The latter said, gritting his teeth while glancing at his watch. "Your work starts in a few hours," Nezu poured some tea into a cup, "And for safety reasons," The rat-bear creature gently pushed the cup towards him. "Aizawa will be watching you."

'Aizawa... That name sounds familiar...'

"Who is he?" He asked, unconsciously placing his hand on his scarf. "Oh, Aizawa? He's standing right next to me!" Nezu beamed, irking the well-built man. Yet he looked beside the mouse to find a gruff and homeless looking man.

'Ah, now I know why his name sounds familiar...'

He scanned the man like a piece of fresh meat, eyeing him up and down.

"Huh," the man huffed, before bringing his prosthetic metal arm out, considering that his other hand is bandaged. The man showed a displeased expression. "Nice to meet you again, Rookie."

'He's the guy that shot him down...'

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After a quiet discussion between the two pro heroes, they both faced the vigilante. "I do hope you still remember our rules here at U.A., (Y/n)." The principal said. "You must follow our rules and policies," the creature got down from his chair, "Or else you will have to face the consequences."

"Mhm, I still remember them." The man nodded, still displeased with the fact that he is working with his naturally sworn enemy. "But I'd also like to set my own boundaries," he said, crossing his muscular arms, glaring at the underground pro hero.

"One," he listed off. "Do not talk to me." He stated coldly. "Two, " he narrowed his eyes. "Fuck off my space." (Y/n) walked over to the pro hero until he was a few feet closer to him. "And lastly," he moved his head closer until their faces was inches apart. "Never command me to do something. Especially when it's from you," he jabbed the black-haired man's chest with his finger.

"Those are my rules," he backed off, walking back to his original spot, unaware of the growing rage brewing inside the pro hero.

"And if you cross them, I will back off the deal." He finished, leaving the principal's office. He closed the door with a loud slam.

It was silent for a few moments before the sound of someone sipping echoed through the room. "That was amusing to watch," Nezu grinned, continuing one sipping his tea.

Aizawa groaned before leaving the room too, slamming the door shut.

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(Y/n) watched as the carefree students pile in the school. His resentment towards his sworn enemy, now coworker, grew tenfold. He gripped the bridge of the gate, glaring at the sky.

'Why is life like this,' he mentally sighed.

He can hear the whispers and talking around him, he can hear them gossiping, whispering and asking about who he is. His appearance would spread like a wild fire around the whole school, all students being curious of him whenever he walks through the halls. He can just hear the questions, 'Who is he?', 'Why is he here?', 'He looks so tired, does he even get sleep?' and it would go on and on and on.

As he was about to go overthink again, he heard a shout.

"Hey! You on top of the gates!" A student shouted.

'Huh?' (Y/n) is confused. It's the start of the mock and physical exams. Why is this student still here trying to talk to him?

(Y/n) stared at him, hoping that his cold glare would steer him away and proceed his walk to the exams. "HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I KNOW YOU CAN!!!" The boy shouted louder, almost making the crows fly away.

Not wanting for him to shout any longer, he jumped down from the tall gates of U.A. High. He created a puff of dense cloud in a shape of an oval shaped disc, and started slowly moving towards him.

"Why are you still here when the exams are starting?" (Y/n) tilted his head, crossing his arms. "Because I wanted to know who you are!" The student beamed. "And because I don't think I've seen a pro hero like you before," the boy whispered, rubbing his neck embarrassingly. Yet the vigilante heard him.

The vigilante took a good look at the student. His hair is messy, like he just fought a bear. He's not that tall, just an average height, which makes (Y/n) taller than him. He has pointy ears and a pair of glasses rests on top of his head, brushing the messy hair off his forehead. His eyes were unusual, having black scleras with blue irises.

"Well," The student tilted his head like a curious kitten, his bright blue eyes peering up at him. The vigilante sighed, "I'm Altostratus. Now tell me, why are you still here waiting?" He said. 'Why he did he just say his alias and not his real name?' You may ask. The answer is simple really, he's a criminal in government's eyes.

"Wow! That's a cool hero name! Are you by some chance an underground hero?" The teen asked, ignoring his question. "Yes." The man flatly stated. "Why are you-" "Wow! That's a cool looking scarf you have there!" "Kid, why the fu-" "Oh my god! You have a prosthetic arm-" The boy went on and on ranting about how cool his prosthetic arm is, annoying the (h/c)-haired man. Abruptly, he picked up the student.

"Wha- Hey! C'mon, you can't seriously just bring me in there! I didn't even apply for U.A. High!" The boy reasoned. "I know your files, Axo Langro. You're parents are Dante Langro and Aleina Langro. Both being side kicks working for the pro hero, Endeavor. You are a student at Soumei Junior High School. You were sent a recommendation letter and accepted it." The man placed him on a puff of smoke creating a thick ice chain. "How-" The boy didn't een get to finish before he was shoved in the recommendation examinees waiting room.

"Good luck, kid!" (Y/n) called out, slamming the door shut.

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[transhawks]

#bnha #bnha fanfictions #i've noticed that compared to the Naruto fandom I wrote for this fandom doesn't like them #while I personally mourn a bit of the nuance and character depth they bring to fics #my hero academia #bnha fanfic

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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[enuniu]

red, red, red (why must it be red?)

A slow breeze filters past delicate leaves and soft grass, drips of dirty rain slide down small slopes of mud, carrying red pebbles and tiny bugs using the makeshift river for transportation. There are people bustling amongst the streets, footsteps unsynchronised, mumbling voices mixing together into incoherent waves--all innocently unaware of the sky brimming with grey clouds one by one.

Katsuki sits still on a worn-out bench, impatiently waiting for his commute to arrive. The sun was already setting, darkness creepily looming over the jungles of trees and buildings, and though the scenery was something to be appreciated with a slight glance of interest, the blond desperately wanted to go home already. He had no time for meaningless wonders. Despite the numerous times, he glanced at the watch attached to his wrist--a useless and unnecessary weight--the clock seems to tick slower with every peek. He wanted to burn the watch for its incompetence. 

Katsuki’s head is filled with leftover rage. The kind that sinks deep into your veins and burns inside and out, with your screams kept locked tight in the back of your throat. He hates this feeling--hates the frustration and annoyance calling to him from the inner corners of his thoughts. And now he tries to tame the flames by watching people walk back and forth between stations, umbrellas tucked underneath their arms and their feet kicking stray red pebbles all while rushing to get to the next stop. Katsuki forgot to bring one himself and now he sits underneath a crappy metal sheet people claim is for protection from harsh sunbeams and white balls of snow. Though instead, the teen sees it as a nuisance when the rain clashes on rusted silver and splashes onto his well-worn sneakers. It seems the cold shower is somehow making his fire burn stronger.

That’s another thing to add to the list of things that pissed him off today. The attempt of cooling off where there’s a fresh breeze tickling the barest of one’s nape was not helping him. He needed to get home immediately. There would be no way he could contain all this anger inside, and the last thing Katsuki wants is to snap at a random stranger. He’s not fourteen anymore with a desire to blast those who took two wrong steps toward him--Katuski has learned from his mistakes, at least he thought he did.

He can’t decide anymore.

The slight muffling of a speaker can be heard in the distance, and with strained ears, he hears the apologies of a specific train attending later than usual. Thunder cracked along the distant sky, rain pulsed harder on the mud and fractured pavement, and Katsuki’s fist could not get any whiter with the way he tightened it. His eyelashes fought to keep out the threatening water droplets flailing down from the ashen sky and that had somehow found a fissure in the shelter above. He really should have brought an umbrella. The veins inside his body boiled hot, warmer than before, and any minute, the slightest off look from curious eyes will send him into another spiral of white rage. At this point, Katsuki does not wish that the next modest bystander can stand their ground any longer--

“Hey, Bakugou!”

For some reason, Katsuki cannot hear the call of his name. 

It’s almost as if the muted calling did nothing but direct his face back towards the ground where the dirty river rain continues to glide along the black street. Anger not completely vanished, but somehow subdued when the blond notices more colored pebbles washing down.

He’s focused on a particular small pebble. It’s coated in streaks of browns and oranges, a slight tint of red branded on top of compacted earth. The pebble kicks at his shoes from where the river of rain travels in between cemented cracks, landing right next to the tip of the foot. Katsuki thinks he should throw it to the opposite side of the station--hopefully where it can hit someone who deserves their shit rocked to hell.

Ah, looks like his anger could not be simply contained by the miniature rock for so long it seems.

He really needs to get home.

“Bakugou!” 

There it goes again. The pebble stays in its place. A pair of black shoes enter his vision, though no mind is paid attention to it, and instead Katsuki contemplates.

“Hey, man, are you alri--” The sound of a yell rips through Katsuki’s ears, and suddenly, his white collared shirt and black pants are drowned in dirty rainwater. What. The. Fuck. The red pebble vanished somewhere in the splash, probably bounced off the corner of his shoes, and skidded to a place where it would be safe from harm. However, it seemed to be replaced with another rock; one larger, spikier, and a hell of a lot more stupid. (And more vibrantly crimson. The perfect color you find yourself gravitating towards without the trouble of finding the right shade--the right kind of pigment you want to be stained on your blank canvas, a canvas in dire need to be ruined. Katsuki realizes he does not mind this replacement for the run-away pebble.)

The dumbass in front of him whines in distress, “Ah shit, man. I just bought this new uniform too.” Katsuki finally focuses his sight on the person in front of him. Apparently, it just so happens to be the same dumbass he calls a friend. ‘Friend’ is too much. Shut up. The blond sneers at the sight. Kirishima is soaked from head to toe, his school attire drenched in water and dirt. His usual spiked-do sags from the pouring rain above; there’s a slight hole in his right knee, his backpack is hanging from one shoulder that has inked papers poking out, and there’s a small cut on his left arm that the idiot is using to refrain from being swept in the river of water. Sometimes Katsuki wishes he didn’t notice these small things. Makes it easier to ignore. Though, when it came to the red-head, that never seemed to be an option. “Are you fucking serious, Shitty-Hair?” Kirishima glances up at the other from his position, an awkward, toothed smile already formed on his apologetic face for the disruption he just caused. “I’m sorry man. I noticed you sitting alone and wanted to keep you some company, but it looks like I got too excited.” Kirishima sheepishly explained. He lifted his free hand to scratch at the back of his head, eyes casting downwards in embarrassment. Now is not the place and time for stupid shenanigans. The explosive teenager already has to deal with this on a daily basis in the dorms, he does not need it when on his way home either.  Katsuki notices a slight shiver run up Kirishima’s spine when he attempts to get up from the disastrous puddle of cold, hands reluctantly gathering his belongings. The blond looks down at his own clothes and silently groans at the sight. His uniform has befallen the same tragedy it seems. Katsuki decides maybe this new pebble can be his personal kicking bag, considering it made his day much worse than before. Not really. Now, I’m telling you to shut up. Kirishima tries to wipe off the excess dirt bathed into his white shirt, but it does nothing for the way the brown sticks to his wet clothing, seeped in deep--with this, Katsuki rolls his eyes at the sight. “You are so clumsy, aren’t you.” It comes off more as a statement than a question, but Kirishima still gives a lopsided smile in return and apologizes once more. “I’m really sorry for the mess, Bakugou. I promise I’ll make up for it!” Kirishima places both hands together and bows down to his classmate’s level. Katsuki realizes that the other is still standing in the rain and growls in annoyance, “Just sit down already. Don’t need you catching a cold and have you whining to me through the goddamn phone.” His own hair is now damp from the humidity of the weather, so this requires a flip of the hand to keep the ash-blond strands from his eyes. The redhead comes back up and stares, grimacing at the nerving sight of his friend. Katsuki knows another apology is going to escape that shark-toothed mouth. “Shut it.” “I didn’t even say anything this time!” “Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki grumbles. “I know you were about to go off on another pointless apology. Damage is done.” He waves his hand in a dismissal gesture, turning his head to the left to avoid seeing his favorite splash of red in front of his face with a puppy-like frown etched hopelessly across it. Favorite, huh? He hears shuffling, the faint of a sigh, and finally a wet plop! occur right next to him. Of course. The motherfucker has to sit right next to him where Katsuki can feel the heat radiate off of Kirishima. It tingles his skin, creating aloof dizziness from the mere distance of a couple of inches. Maybe that pebble did up hitting up someone--him--because the teen is getting real tired of these stupid feelings. In no way, shape, or form, has Katsuki ever bore witness to such sappy thinking, and he hates that it has to come from the Shitty-Haired individual himself. Lately, Kirishima seems to be the catalyst for most things in his life right now.   The rain pelts harder around them. Whistles of trains come and go. Skies darkening a gloomy violet little by little. There are few people now, most likely waiting for the same stop Katsuki needs to get on as well. Speaking of people… The blond turns his head back to Kirishima, who slouches on the bench mindlessly staring at his surroundings--face placate and relaxed. His hair is no longer spiked, now streaming down his white shirt in vivid contrast. It’s damp with rainwater and tacky with leftover gel, but somehow the strands framing his strong, wide facial features have given him a softer look. Kirishima’s normally sharp dimensions lesson with the way the rain catches on his pointed eyebrows and creates a beautiful wave of crimson down his shoulders. Though the weather and the public have made it annoying for Katsuki to pay any grand attention to, Kirishima now makes it just a little more tolerable. Just a little bit. Kirishima does not notice his friend’s staring and Katsuki takes this opportunity to ask a question. “Why are you here?” He speaks up. It comes across as much more aggressive and forward than intended, but he's never been good at anything else. Kirishima returns Katsuki's stare. Red catching onto red. His doe eyes have an odd tint to them. The question could mean a variety of things other than why Kirishima is taking a different route this time, but Katsuki is not prepared to face answers he’s not ready for yet. A small smile forms on the redhead's face. “I’m here because I need to get home of course.” He responded with a lighthearted tone to his voice. The blond grunts in annoyance—he knows that’s not the only reason. “I mean, why are you taking a train, idiot. Usually, for the holidays your folks pick you up at the dorms, not make you stand in shitty rain.” Katsuki retaliates, eyes narrowed and fists ready to knock a shark tooth peeking from underneath that taunting grin. Kirishima laughs as if Katsuki is not contemplating his death. “The rain isn’t so bad.” “Says the dumbass drenched in fucking mud.” His friend lifts up his hands in feign surrender. “Hey, man. I can still enjoy a nice shower even if my clothes are ruined.” More laughter follows. How many times does Katsuki have to roll his eyes for them to remain stuck in the back of his head? Many,  it seems, with the way his classmate bubbles in giggles at his obvious annoyance. “You didn’t answer my question, Shitty-Hair.” His voice retorts, hoping to scare off the hysterics consuming Kirishima’s throat. It doesn’t.

“Alright,” Kirishima continues with a chuckle, “My Ma’s car broke down a few days ago and it has yet to be fixed. So, here I am. Taking a train just like you to get home.” his explanation is reasonable, though Katsuki can’t help but feel a little disappointed that the reason didn’t have anything to do with him and Kirishima sitting right here on the bench with such close distance between them. Selfish aren’t we?

There’s nothing wrong with hoping.

‘False’ hope you mean. Katsuki wrinkles his nose. “Makes sense, I guess.” It comes out low, and the pounding rain adds to the somber tone of the sentence. He redirects his attention to the few people who surround them, umbrellas open and feet tapping anxiously on splashing puddles. Kirishima smiles once more. He never seems to stop smiling. “Yeah. I could’ve gotten a ride from Denki.” He adds. Katsuki swerves his head back to his friend. Why would he mention that? Why decline such a better opportunity than having to soak in rain in the darkest of evenings with Katsuki of all people? “Why didn’t you?” He reluctantly asks, almost afraid to know what the answer is this time. Kirishima lifts his eyebrow, responding, “Someone’s curious today.” Katsuki remains silent. "Because, like, every time my parents come to pick me up, yours makes you take the train—alone." the redhead sighs. " I just wanted to spend a bit of time with you, Bakugou, before we don't see each other for the rest of the holidays. You really don't answer your phone when we go back home." Katsuki's gaze stays constant. Eyebrows furrowed. Mind feverishly attempting to understand Kirishima's reasoning. Despite this, the same question is raised for each reply he receives: why? Katsuki isn't sure anymore, and he's starting to realize that he isn't sure about a lot of things lately.  Even though all the unnecessary mean comments and anger he's tossed at him since he’s been here, Kirishima chose to skip out on a fresh and rainless ride with Kaminari just to keep him company. It looks to be too good to be true, but Katsuki knows that Kirishima has never lied to him before. Why would he now? It’s hard to believe some people want to be near Katsuki. He’s never made it easy. The two don’t leave each other’s gazes. Red clashes with red once more. Kirishima's red, on the other hand, is gentler, softer, and less threatening to touch. His eyes are wide, his lashes are long and thick, and his reddened cheeks are beautifully fanned by them—all while his shade of red renders Katsuki motionless. No one ever looks him in the eyes without showing their fear or arrogance beneath the surface. Kirishima's is attentive and welcoming. Instead of returning to reality, where the rain gives him goosebumps and his wrath isn't a constant thought in the back of his mind, he can't help but want to stare for a little longer. Katsuki wants to linger in this warm bubble with Kirishima for a bit longer, if not, forever. Kirishima doesn’t look away. Katsuki blinks. Though he has to let go eventually. Good things don’t stay. “You’re such a dumbass.” Ouch. I didn’t mean to. Sure you didn’t. The spell is broken. Kirishima leans his head back, another smile etching across his tan features. He chuckles rather than being fazed by the remark. The faint ringing of a bell reverberates through the intense rainfall. A  train has arrived. Kirishima glances in front of them, where people are sighing with relief as they enter the commute. The location, written in vivid red digital letters atop the entrance, reads Osaka. Katsuki remembers that this is Kirishima’s stop. Kirishima has a frown on his face. "Looks like I'm going to have to leave, man." His voice is filled with disappointment, but Katsuki doesn't want to think about why. No more questions for the night. The blond looks down where his hands fold atop one another. He wants to say something else, to go back and fix what he just said, but there’s a lump in his throat and it makes no room for something--anything--to be released. He notices black shoes moving away from the bench on the ground, followed by a grunt. His ears pick up the sound of papers being packed further inside a backpack with a zipper to keep it all together. It's the dredful sound of approaching abandonment. God, you're dramatic. Kirishima clears his throat to catch Katsuki’s attention. “Alright then, Bakugou. Time for me to go. I had some fun talking to you!” He laughs, “Sometimes you're funny without even trying to be.” Katsuki doesn’t bother to look back up. Instead, he grunts a goodbye that he wishes he had the energy to say directly to the redhead’s face. “See ya later, Shitty-Hair.” Kirishima gives a small giggle. “You and your nicknames.” The wind is blowing a little harder, and the train's last call echoes across the deserted station. Even though he didn't want him here in the first place, Katsuki doesn't want him to leave now. Kirishima always has the power to change things for him with the slightest bit of his painfully unfunny jokes and obnoxious laughter. Katsuki is learning to hate it. Kirishima shifts in his spot. There’s silence between them. But someone has to do something. “Hope you have a good break, Katsuki.” And with that, Kirishima turns around and enters the train with a yell of the word wait! following after. The blond snorts at it--the idiot probably missed the opportunity to enter those glass doors and had them shut on him right when he was going. The swoosh of a door and the brakes of the train release. Katsuki finally looks back up.

He finds a mop of red lost in the dull crowd smushed together on the train. Kirishima stands out amongst all of them, and Katsuki finds himself smiling at the thought. The train slowly leaves his sight and he knows he’s alone all over again. Funny that he preferred the idea when he first sat down on the uncomfortable bench, but now he wishes he wasn’t. The teenager settles his elbows on his knees, chin resting on his palms as he stares at the sky above, not caring for the rain that catches on his face.   A slow breeze enters the area, brushing past delicate leaves and soft patches of grass scattered along the cracked pavement. Drops of rain slide down slopes of mud, carrying assortments of rocks and bugs for transportation. No one is bustling the streets anymore, only fluorescent street lights and the pigeons eating away candy left on the floor. No more unsynchronized footsteps, mixing voices--no one here to stand in the sky where the clouds clash together and pelt their tears onto lonely grounds. His clothes and hair are still damp from the unexpected splash Kirishima made earlier and he sighs at the idea of having to explain this to his mother when he gets home. This should make him angry, something to add to his list that was built today, but instead he feels tired. Exhausted. He just wants to leave this place. Another announcement rings across the station. Looks like his train is taking even longer than expected. So, he waits for the train to arrive and as he does, another small pebble stumbles upon his feet. It’s red. Katsuki kicks it back to the street.

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hello guys! thank you so much for reading. this work is one of my proudest ones and though there was much more planning and plot to the story, i decided to leave it as this simple one-shot. regardless of the ambiguity of katsuki’s anger, the story is mainly focused on his process of emotions and reactions with them towards kirishima. i hope you enjoyed!

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[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

#DON'T @ ME #I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM #I EVEN HATE WHEN MEN DO ALL THOSE SOUNDS AT THE GYM #BUT THEN... #BAKUGOU KATSUKI #AND THE THOUGHT WAS: FUCK YEAH HE WOULD DEF SOUND SO FREAKING SEXYYYYYY #okay ill stop now goodnight #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha bakugo katsuki

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

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[chaepink]

pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡

pathetic, disgusting yandere boys that can't help but be obsessed with you.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part two

dom!fem!reader, stalking, begging, unhealthy relationship, mention of fucking

note: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT

Yandere boys are honestly adorable. But not just any regular yandere boys, im talking about pathetic boys that slowly turn possessive and less innocent the more obsessed they are with you.

The ones that stalk you in and out of school as they take pictures of you when you're not looking, even sometimes up your skirt when you're turned around! The ones that offer to help you with everything during school, blushing whenever you thank him and give him a compliment before rushing towards the nearest bathroom to jerk off cause they got hard from the small praise you gave them. how pathetic!

Yandere boys that would try their best to become your best friend, even going long lengths to hang out with you every second you're free.

You were going to go to the carnival with a friend? Suddenly that friend has to cancel on you because they feel sick, not knowing that your yandere added something weird to their lunch.

A friend asked if you wanted to hang with them later and you agreed? Thats weird because now they're not picking up their phone or answering their texts. Well guess who stole their phone and hid it somewhere where they wouldn't find it.

Whenever you're sad, your yandere will buy you loads of snacks and comfort you as best as they can.

Its cute really, how they try so hard to hide their obsession with you from you, even going as far as to anonymously threaten your friends that tell you how weird and creepy they are.

But everytime your friends warn you, you just smile back and them and say that [character] is just super nice to you and thats all.

Your yandere boy is so desperate for you that it's so pathetic yet so cute at the same time.

They think that you have no clue of his intentions or what he's done but little does he know, you actually do.

You know how they stalk you, how they try to separate you from your friends, how they're absolutely obsessed with you.

And so when you come over to their house to work on a class project, you're not surprised to find a big journal that has a heart on the cover with your name on it peeking out from under their bed when you come in their room. Opening it only to find lewd drawings and pictures of you alongside long paragraphs that your yandere wrote.

Reading the paragraphs and how it describes how every desire [character] has with you, even being specific as to say the exact details that would happen with each situation.

The first one you read includes how they want to get fucked by you, describing how they want to be bent over their bed as they cry and sob from the pleasure you give them.

It continues with you making him cum multiple times as you wrap a hand around his neck, leaning towards their ear to whisper degrading praise to him.

You continue reading the rest, watching as his desires turn darker and darker as they become even more specific than before, as if they actually happened before.

But before you could reach the end, your yandere opens the door with some snacks in his hand. Poor him really, cause he would have never expected for you to find out about his obsession with you.

But you're glad you did because now you get to watch as he pauses at the door, dropping the snacks in shock when he sees you with his journal in hand. Watch as his eyes flood with tears as he begins to shake from fear and shock, his face turning red as he tries to choke back a sob. Watch as he stumbles in front of you, landing on his knees as he looks into your eyes to no longer see any love in them but instead something dark that makes him shiver. Maybe it's disgust, maybe it's something entirely else.

They beg you to forget what you just saw, tears flooding down their face. It's just so embarrassing for them that you found out about their obsession with you. You can't help but coo at them as you tilt their head towards you, pressing your foot against the bulge in his pants because of course he couldn't help but get hard in this situation. That's just how pathetic they are, you think its cute though.

Hearing them let out a pitiful whimper as he lays his head on your thigh, pleading you with their eyes. Big cute eyes that try to convince you that he's done nothing wrong.

The situation is no longer about the journal when he starts to let out adorable noises when you continue to grind your foot against his bulge, making him quickly cum in the matter of seconds.

But even though he just came just a few moments ago, the way you call them pathetic with the disgust in your voice makes him hard again as he hump your foot.

They'll let you do anything to them. Dress them up, degrade him, humiliate them, they dont care! They're yours to use.

Secretly, your yandere is grateful that you found the journal under their bed. They actually wanted you to. They wanted you to get disgusted as you read the contents within their journal.

They hoped that you would punish them for how lewd and disgusting they are and they would be so grateful when you actually do.

Make the situations in his journal that he forever dreamed of come true as all he can do is moan and scream your name as you use him like a toy for your pleasure. Make him fall apart underneath you as his body gets littered with bite marks that compliment his body so nicely.

If he's too loud, shut him up with a choker or even better, your panties. The way his eyes would roll back as he cums for the nth time that night. But you're not done with him yet, oh not anytime soon.

You have to punish him for everything that he's ever done to you.

The whole situation is messed up but no matter how obsessed they are with you, you wouldn't ever trade them for the world. After all, they're your yandere.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[sincerelybubbles]

"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"

to you? mean? oh, darling, no.

the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.

it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.

trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.

if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.

and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.

(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")

#bubbs.writes #Katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #fluff #x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #pro hero dynamight x reader

[tootiecakes234]

“Hey Katsuki”, you scream from the your bedroom.

“What” he yells back at you from somewhere else in the house.

“Where ya at?”

“In the game room.”

So you get up and head that way. When you enter he’s sat in his gaming chair with his headset on.

“Hey bub…. Hey guys” you say loud enough to be heard through his headset.

“Yea yea. They all said hey.” You knew Kirishima and Kaminari were on the other end. Maybe even Mina too cuz she wasn’t texting you back.

“Kit-Kat, I’m getting hungry. Do you know what sounds really good for dinner?”

“What?” he questions without taking his eyes off the screen.

You walk behind him and slide your arms around his neck and nuzzle into the back of his head. You’re trying to butter him up because you know he’s not gonna wanna make what you’re craving.

“You remember those dumplings you made from scratch a while ago?” You ask with your voice dripping in as much sweetness you can muster.

“No.”

“No you don’t remember or no you’re-“

And he interrupt you before you can even finish. “No im not cooking that. There are frozen dumplings in the fridge.”

“But Sukiiiiii, those aren’t as good as the ones you make. The flavors aren’t the same and yours are so crispy and doughy. Pleaaasseee.”

“Hey you assholes shut the hell up. No ones talking to you.” He responds to his friends in the headset. “You want her to have ‘em, bring your ass over and make ‘em”

“I’m not doing this. You idiots hold on.” And he pauses the game and turns around to face you and removes his head set.

“Look we can order takeout if you want, but I’m not about to make freakin dumplings from scratch cuz you have a craving. I’d have to go to the store and get ingredients and taking the time to make the wrappings. ‘S too much.” He tries to explain to you in a rational way .

“I knooowww…. I’d go to the store with you though and I’ll help you make them…. Pretty please” you whine and stick you lowere lip out just a little with your eyes as pleading as you can make them.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and throws his head back.

“You don’t get whatever you want just because you pout at me. Spoiled ass. Not today. Maybe sometime later this week.”

You didn’t actually think he’d tell you no. He usually never does. Maybe you are spoiled. Still makes you sad though.

So you put on your big girl pants, tuck your lip back in and give him a soft “ok” before you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips so he knows you’re not upset with him.

He is allowed to say no.

“Is Mina on the game with you guys?” You ask him when you pull back.

“Yeah she is.”

“When you get back on can you tell her to stop being a bitch and answer my phone call. I have tea to spill.”

“I’ll tell her.”

And with that you head toward the door and leave.

Once you’re back in your room it takes Mina about 3 minutes to call you and you start catching her up on everything.

You guys stay on the phone for about 30 minutes before she has to go.

After that, you bury yourself in the blankets and start reading the manga you had lying on your nightstand.

Before you can really get into it, Katsuki is walking into your room and going into the closet.

“Get your ass outta bed and get dressed before I change my goddamn mind.”

“What?” You ask because now you’re confused.

“You said you were gonna go to the store with me to buy all this shit so get your ass up and let’s go.”

“Kats you don’t have to, it’s fine.”

“Look ya spoiled brat, if I gotta tell you to get up one more time we are gonna be in here fightin.”

And the smile that breaks out on your face. You hurry and get outta bed and rush him. “Awwwww my sweet boy”

“I swear to god, I’m this close to letting your ass starve.”

And you wrap your arms around him and start kissing everywhere on his face. When you pulled away he has a deep frown on his face but you can see the sparkle in his eyes that he gets when you’re super happy.

You pull away and scurry off to get dressed.

He really needs to start saying no to you and meaning it before you really lose the understanding of the word.

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[dabislittlemouse]

what if you confessed to dabi first?

─ ⊹ ⊱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⊰ ⊹ ─

“𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒂𝒃𝒊, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.. 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔..”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word count: 5.2k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Contains: Dabi x fem!reader, complicated feelings, angst with happy ending, slight of injuries

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N: The picture above is taken by me. The handwriting is mine. It was a love letter I had written for Dabi when I was on my feelings.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Recommended song: Lana Del Rey- Blue Jeans

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Tags: @shadowsandshapes @ko-konutty @shotos-rose @holydayaria @vicesthings

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You couldn’t exactly remember the moment when, or how you ended up in this situation, where your mind was so empty and your heart was so full  it didn’t even feel yours anymore, but his. Though here you were. You had fallen hard for your raven haired comrade with those piercing blue eyes, as intense as those threatening flames licking his fingertips and ready to take down everything without mercy. Just the way his eyes took your soul away without mercy as well, made it his forever, turned your brain mush to the point he was the only thought in your mind. And the worst of it, he didn’t do this on purpose, at all. As far as you noticed, you were the fool in here, getting so obsessed with him to the point it drained you from the inside, so madly in love you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe it was the way the sound of his voice gave you butterflies on your stomach, the uniqueness and attractiveness of the way he looked and dressed up, the smug smirk on his face and the teasing tone in his voice, the way he was the quietest among them all but the silence he held weighted a lot. A man of mysteries, a man with eyes that held many stories and pain behind them which you were dying to figure out. Maybe you were attracted to the unknown, but you knew it wasn’t just simple curiosity. Without him knowing, he had become your comfort person, staying with him in silence as you smoked on the balcony was what made you truly happy. Many unspoken words and overwhelming thoughts would suddenly disappear when you two stayed in the presence of each other. And without him knowing, he’d become the reason you were slowly going crazy. How did you even end up like this? You hated yourself for feeling this way, because you were more than sure that if the moment came to sacrifice someone, you’d sacrifice yourself for him. Die for him. You’d be more than ready to do so. 

You loved his little praises whenever you did good on missions. 

“Good girl”, “You did a great job” , “Well done”, “That’s it”.

Fuck, you were deep in this. The way you’d constantly ask him if there’s anything he needed, the way you’d follow him like a puppy on missions, ready to obey and follow his orders. He was the leader of the Vanguard Squad after all, the second in command after Shigaraki. And with a good reason too. Dabi was a strategic man, too clever for his own good, carefully going for the next step and make sure to outsmart the enemies. That was attractive to you. Everything this man did was attractive and it drove you crazier with each day.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you remember one night how passionately he spoke about carrying Stain’s will and burning down hero society. He seemed so determined to reach his goals and not let any distractions get on his way.

Distractions..

That was the only reason why you hated yourself for falling for him, Dabi wasn’t someone who’d willingly get in relationships, right? Love, emotions, feelings, those would definitely distract him from his goals. It was an unspoken rule amongst villains, to never fall in love. Love would ruin everything, ruin missions that were so hard be executed, a distraction from what’s important. And you were an idiot, the way you’d be constantly daydreaming of Dabi and drooling over him when you should be training instead and be useful for the League. 

You tried to not be delusional, but you had noticed too how Dabi would talk more when you were around. He’d also call you during the night for a smoke outside the balcony, it had become almost a routine. It was the first time you’d listened Dabi talk about anything else other than heroes and society. This time he talked about songs, he even showed some of his favorite bands/artists to you, and you found yourselves having another thing in common. Music connected people, and this definitely bonded you even more with the villain. You’d sit there with him in silence, listening to his playlist, it felt more personal. The lyrics of these songs made you wonder what does he usually feel, what did he go through, but you chose to not ask further questions. You and him had become close, you could say friends.

But what you felt for him was more than friends. And that was eating you alive.

The fear of ruining what you had with him was weighing on you too. What if he got disgusted with you and ghosted you? What if he got angry? What if you’ll scare him away? You could even hear him calling you “pathetic” the moment you confess to him. You were scared. You had made up your mind to never confess to him.

But the desire to hold him in your arms, to hug him tight, to kiss his pretty face and those charred lips, it was burning you from the inside. You wanted him to be yours, as you were already his. Call it even selfish, but you wanted this man all to yourself, to love and cherish him until the day you die. The endless tears you’ve shed for him at the late hours of night spoke millions of words and feelings that you were too afraid to share with anyone. It was agonizing, your heart was bleeding and he didn’t know. 

You had to tell him. At least make it known to him that you’d be there for him, devoted to him until the day you gave your last breath. You’d let him use you in any way he wanted, only for him. And this won’t hurt him to know, right? You could help him achieve his goals.

It was one of the many usual nights out in the balcony, Dabi was next to you, puffing out smoke and holding the cigarette between his lithe fingers. A bottle of whiskey sat in the small table near you. It was your suggestion to bring it, Dabi was confused because you’d rarely drink but he let you be. 

“Not gonna drink that doll?” he said suddenly, the use of that nickname for you was so common but it gave you shivers everytime. 

“Oh yeah, almost forgot..” you laughed softly, almost too nervous. Dabi had noticed how lost you were on your thoughts lately, and he wished he could get inside that mind of yours and figure out what was keeping you on edge. It looked like you had something to say, but you’d remain silent, and this made him more frustrated. He watched you take a sip, wincing a bit at the taste of it as he chuckled.

“Careful, you ain’t used to that..”

“I know. But I’ll be fine” you say confidently, hoping that the drink’s effect will help you open your heart to him. Minutes passed, and you already felt your body lighter, your head a bit dizzy but suddenly it felt like you could talk to him now. The nervousness was still there, but faint. 

Come on, do it. Tell him

“Hey, you better say what you have in mind” Dabi exclaimed, making you squeal in your place. You didn’t know the way your mouth was moving, ready to speak but barely letting a word out, and that frustrated Dabi even more. What were you so afraid of? He thought that you two had gotten close to the point you’d both talk on various of topics, and he hated the way you were acting so scared and strange  towards him lately. It made him think he was doing something wrong, he tried to push those thoughts away and he hated how much you were in his mind. Never in his life had he cared so much for someone else, until pretty you came in his life, and he hated it.

“Okay okay..I’ll tell you..” you murmured, biting your lip as you turned at him, fully facing him now. Dabi’s face remained stoic, and you gulped nervously. 

Time to spill it out.

“Maybe you’ll think that I’m pathetic from what I’m about to say right now, maybe I am who knows, but fuck it..” you smiled, your face heating up as Dabi leaned closer and paid attention to each word you were saying. “I like you Dabi, a lot. And I care about you.. I think.. you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met..”

Dabi remained motionless but then a soft smile appeared on his face, he couldn’t lie when his heart felt a sudden warmth at your words. “Hm.. gettin’ all soft and sweet now doll? Not pathetic at all.. I gotta say I like ya’ too. We do go along well, better than with anyone else in my life..I could even consider ya’ as a good friend after all-”

A singular tear that rolled down your cheek made Dabi stop talking, his words caught in his throat. The only time he saw you cry is when you spilled up a bit from your past, and he hated that moment, he hated seeing you cry. Why were you crying again? Did he do something wrong?

“Dabi.. it’s not just that.. it’s more than that” you sniffed, trying to prevent more tears. “It’s not just.. friends. I truly like you.. it hurts. It’s just-”

Say the word.

It was stuck in your throat, prickling your skin and making you bleed, but you let it out. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, but at this point you let it all out. You couldn’t hold this any longer in your chest, you needed him. 

“Dabi.. I love you..”

Those words hit him harder than anything else ever did in his life.

“..so much..”

His brain fogged and his mouth got dry while those three words that nobody ever said to him in his life rang through his ears. It was shocking, it felt so unbelievable, how could anybody love him? How could you? You were perfect, an angel on this earth loving a monster like him? 

“Liar.”

“W-What? Dabi.. it’s not a lie..I swea-”

“What even makes you think I’m someone who you could love on, princess?” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t hold it back. The last time he devoted himself to someone, it costed him his life, costed him his body. Never again. Never again would he devote himself to someone, love someone to the point he burns. “What makes you think I can even feel love?!”

Your eyes widened, his words stabbed you like a sharp knife through your chest. You kinda knew the outcome, and yet you were never prepared. The hopes of having a relationship with him were turned to dust and that hurt you a lot. But you were desperate to know one last single thing.

“Do you.. feel anything for me at least? More than a friend? Just tell me..I won’t open this topic ever again I swear..”

Dabi stared at your teary eyes, the answer rolling on his tongue, threatening to slip out. The answer was yes, and it was eating him from the inside. Now that you made your feelings clear to him, he felt his feelings being cleared up too. He knew he felt too much for you no matter how much he tried to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t. But Dabi never planned to stay alive for too long, and he’d rather get burned all over again than promise you a relationship which will get ruined by death, hurting you for eternity. He’d never consider himself a relationship kinda guy, he knew he’d hurt you. So, rather than give you hope, he simply denied his feelings towards you.

“No. Nothing at all” Dabi said coldly, face remained emotionless, a real actor that nobody could read him through his masks. “I’m focused on what’s important, on our mission, on my goals. I can’t let any distractions ruin this”

Only if you focused closely on those pools of turquoise, you’d notice the real feelings hidden behind his eyes, and the lies he was spilling. But sadly, you didn’t. His words had your vision blurry, it felt like you were choking on your own emotions, it was too much.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.. I’m sorry for making this awkward.. maybe it was the drink” you shrugged, trying to control yourself from sobbing pathetically right in front of him. “I must go rest.. it’s been a long day” 

“Hey..”

Before you left he grabbed your arm, and you hoped he would say that he didn’t mean it, that he was lying, that he also loved you back and wanted to be with you.

“Better not see you again like this. Erase whatever bullshit you’re feeling. This is villains life sweetheart, there are no feelings whatsoever between us. Get. That. Through. Your. Brain” he whispered through his teeth, eyes flaring and making you squirm in his hold. You simply nodded, not letting out a single word knowing you’d burst. This was the only amount of comfort you’d get from him, and you better not fuck things up  more than you had already. As you left, he sat back down, lighting a cigarette with his finger and sighing in frustration. Your tears and the way you shaked in front of him didn’t leave his mind, just like you he’d also fallen down into a rabbit hole which was so hard to come out of. Dabi was afraid of those feelings, it was something entirely new and he had to admit he felt scared. He was born a failure, what made you even think that he’d be a stable person in a healthy relationship with you? Dabi figured out that it will be for the best if he kept distance from you, until you eventually forgot about him and focused back on your goals. He felt guilty, after all you were a great asset to the League and a great person too, someone like you must not suffer from him. But if only he knew the love letters you’d written for him at the late hours of night, letters that you kept hidden, he’d understand that you could never forget him. He’d realize what you felt was pure love, something that never vanishes, something that will be on you forever. 

Weeks had passed and you noticed Dabi had been more absent lately. He was sent on missions by Shigaraki, and even when the leader didn’t need his service, Dabi still volunteered to do most of the work, which resulted into him being outside most of the time. You’d hoped he’d come back when the night falls, and then go smoke with him outside the balcony, but he never did. Dabi never came until the sunrise, you’d deprive yourself of sleep hoping he would come knock at your door or sent you a text message. None of that. You blamed yourself for it, if only you had kept your mouth shut he wouldn’t be distancing himself from you like this. 

“Hey Dabi..” you took the courage one of these days to talk to him as he was sitting on the bar, a drink on his hand. He turned around at the sound of your voice, soulless azure eyes staring back at you and making you shiver in their presence. He looked exhausted, clearly must’ve been back from a mission.

“What?” he murmured, almost sounding uninterested to talk to you right now and your chest hurt.

“Um, I’ll be out to smoke, I thought you might wanna join me as we-”

“Nah it’s fine. I’m tired, m’going to sleep” he interrupted you, forcing himself to stand up and heading for his room, his shoulder brushing past yours.

“Oh-okay..goodnight then” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek and preventing the tears from forming in your eyes again.

At the same time, you felt angry. Why did he deny your feelings like this? Why is he behaving like this, even after you apologized that night? You never asked for a relationship and agreed to remain friends, just as you were, so why? You felt yourself going crazy, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and consuming whatever you could from social media to distract yourself from feelings, to find something to fill his absence, but no avail. Nothing and nobody could fill Dabi’s presence, he was everything to you. Your moods depended on him, if he gave you the right amount of attention you were happy, if he ignored you then you were sad. When you’d see him shine in his glory, surrounded by blue flames while beating enemies and wreaking havoc on the battlefield, you couldn’t help the admiration, the inspiration and determination that bloomed on your chest to fight for your goals and  for the cause of the League of Villains. And now that Dabi was gone? Everything in you was shattered, you were lost and couldn’t find yourself.

But you still tried, being on Shigaraki’s bad side wasn’t something you’d want to happen. Your current mission was to tame the giant beast Gigantomachia and force it into Shigaraki’s submission. As exhausting as this mission was, barely getting decent sleep, it still helped you take your mind off things and release all that pent up frustration on the giant monster. Dabi was nowhere to be seen, earlier he claimed to have found a potential recruit for the League, and that’s where he’d focus on. Even as he made himself present on the League discussions, he’d barely look at you, and it broke your heart over and over.

Though you never noticed the way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention, or when your back was facing him. Dabi looked at you the way a person looks to something or someone they’re dying to have on their grasp, to make them theirs forever, but knowing too well they’ll never be worthy of it and never handle it with care. 

———-

“They have Giran!” Twice exclaimed, sudden panic and worry filled all of you as the man who had recruited you and everyone else, was kidnapped and tortured in Deika city. Without a single hesitation Shigaraki decided to focus on saving Giran and end the man called Re-Destro, for simply having the audacity of threatening the League. 

It took a few good hours to make it to the destination, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Dabi joined as well.

“How did I agree to go along with such a stupid plan?” he scratched his neck. You noticed he was nervous, whenever he felt awkward, uncomfortable or nervous he would scratch his neck, something you’d learned by spending countless nights with him. It was clear he didn’t want to do this. But it was too late, everyone was aware of the League’s arrival and the attack began in less than one second.

The city was empty, but suddenly filled with what seemed many citizens devoted to Re-Destro’s cause, ready to attack mercilessly. All of you were scattered, trying your best to fight whoever came in your way. The city would light up in blue, a clear sign that Dabi had already begun grilling the enemies without mercy. You noticed a guy with a hood on was after him, apparently having an ice quirk.

Pathetic. How could ice ever put up with Dabi’s scorching flames? 

But you noticed, this icy guy’s tactics seemed more to be continuously attacking Dabi, not even full blown attacks, as if this was some child’s game, purposely to send Dabi into exhaustion. Dabi being the best at long rage attacks, would let the flames burst and burn everything on sight. 

“My quirk takes a toll on my body. If I use it too much, it harms me. A lot. I’m weak” he sighed,  that’s what he told you one night.

“No Dabi, don’t say that. You’re not weak, you just need the proper training for it! Your flames are the strongest I’ve ever seen” you said back, truly wanting him to change the opinion he had about himself. To you, he was one of the strongest people you’d ever seen, and you hated when he put himself down like that. 

As those words rang through your mind like warning bells, your eyes widened after noticing the way Dabi was panting and steaming smoke from his body. He looked exhausted, no matter how much he tried to stand up on his feet and seem that everything is alright. The icy bastard had drained his energy slowly with those attacks, and he seemed to have more in store than Dabi did in this moment. He was dodging every attack and melting all the ice coming his way, but his flames got weaker. You had to do something to help, you know what Dabi hated most was being seen as weak and being helped, but this didn’t matter right now.

Being surrounded by all the smoke, Dabi didn’t notice the giant ice spike flying towards him, the sharp point aiming right for his chest. But you did, you noticed it, and without thinking twice your legs moved,  sprinting towards him.

“Dabi!!!” you screamed.

“Huh?!” He turned around, looking at your running figure. “ Y/N what the hell are you-”

“WATCH OUT!”

It was a split second. Dabi turned around noticing the ice spike coming towards him with an unimaginable speed. Then in less than a second he found himself on the ground, head slammed hard against it as he struggled to stand up. What the hell just happened? As he raised his head up, the soul almost left his body at the pool of blood near him.

It was you. You pushed him away with all the force you had, which resulted into the ice spike piercing right through your stomach. Now you were on the ground, bleeding all over as you struggled to breathe.

“N-No, no…Y/N why the fuck! Hey!” he ran to you, his face gone pale as for the first time in his life he felt fear and panic. His hands were shaking. Just like that time in Sekoto when he thought he would die. But this time he wasn’t scared of his death, this time was much worse. He was scared of yours, the way you were bleeding too much to the point you could lose your life at any time.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck!” he cussed through his teeth, melting the ice spike and trying to do something to stop the bleeding. “Y/N stay with me- fuck stay with me”

“D-Dabi..”

“You’re an idiot- fuck, hhah you really are, aren’t you?” his voice was shaking, as he tried to neutralize the wound and wrap it up with a piece of clothing. Your vision was getting blurry and his voice felt far away.

“Hey, don’t you close your eyes on me goddamn it- Y/N!” he called you desperately, holding your face on his hands and rubbing your cheek. “Fuck why would you do this?! Why would you fucking do this?! You crazy idiot- fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” 

Right under the scars of his eyes, tears of blood were slowly rolling down his cheek as he called for you to keep your eyes open. You tried your best, you did, but due to the loss of blood it was hard.

“Don’t you leave me- fuck, not now, please…” he begged, his chest felt too tight, he felt like going out there and burning the world for trying to take someone so precious from him. He felt the guilt eating him alive from ignoring you and your feelings and now you were almost giving your last breath on his hands. 

“Someone fucking come here! Compress! Toga! Shit, Y/N stay with me, you’re my strong girl yeah? You’ll be with me when we destroy this world yeah? Fuck!” 

His strong girl. A weak smile appeared on your face at this comment. Butterflies still managed to appear on your stomach despite from being injured badly. You weren’t sure if you could resist any longer without proper treatment, you whispered incoherently to him but he simply put his finger on your lips, shushing you to not force yourself into speaking and waste energy.

With both of his hands, he grabbed your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N.. don’t you leave me alone, stay with me” he whispered. “Shit.. I love you, there. I’ve loved you the day I first laid my eyes on you, pretty girl. I should’ve said this sooner, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N..”

A singular tear rolled down your cheek, his confession suddenly gave your body enough energy and time to resist a bit longer until help came on your way. 

“D-Dabi.. the..letters..” you choked out, your teary eyes looking up at him. If you didn’t survive, he had to know that for once in his life he had been genuinely loved and admired, he needed to know exactly what you felt for him. He must read those letters.

“Huh, what letters?” he whispered softly, feeling a little relieved as Toga and the others were sprinting towards the both of you. Dabi was too focused on you to notice the destruction Shigaraki was causing further into the city centre.

“Here, let me treat her! I have enough blood!” Toga squealed, getting ready to treat you, luckily knowing the blood type you had. 

“She’ll survive, she is stronger than she looks” Compress said, trying to calm Dabi down as he was visibly shaking and distressed. If Toga managed to really save you, he’d promise to treat her with everything she wanted until he died. Hell, even kidnap that Uraraka girl just for her too. 

By now you had already dozed off, eyes finally shutting and all you could hear were the distant voices in the dark.

———

The day had finally ended, with Shigaraki’s victory against Re-Destro and his army. With Re-Destro finally recognizing Tomura as their supreme leader, their king, now the League of Villains had more benefits than they’ve ever had since the group was created. The first thing Tomura ordered was to get all you guys food and proper treatment for the injured, and get all of you nice and comfortable rooms to spend the rest of your days. As requested, Re-Destro gave access to his mansion on the mountains, getting all of you the best treatment and luxuries. 

You on the other hand, were still unconscious, but your life was saved. Toga had to admit that she thought you’d never make it from the major blood loss, but for some reason you survived and she didn’t understand how this was possible. Little did she know that Dabi’s confession gave your mind and body enough hope and energy, filled you with happiness and love to the point not even death could take it away from you anymore. That’s how strong your feelings for the villain were, you were ready to die for him, but also live for him too. 

It didn’t take long for you to open your eyes as you sat there on your bed, and you noticed a pair of raven fluffy hair next to you, which you recognized immediately. Dabi had been sitting by your bed the whole time, waiting for you to wake up, and now he had fallen asleep. You noticed his hand was holding yours, which made your heart feel warm and full. Gently you squeezed his hand enough to let him know that you were awake, and in a few seconds Dabi raised his head, sleepy azure eyes looking at yours.

“Y/N..” he whispered, not holding back the smile on his face as he saw you had finally woken up from your slumber. To him it felt like forever, like you’d been asleep for a long time and god, did he miss you. 

“Wow.. I’m still alive, unfortunately..” you joked as he chuckled, softly kissing your hand and making you blush. 

“Don’t say that..” he mumbled, his lips brushing on your knuckles. “You scared the living shit out of me, stupid girl..don’t do that again, y’hear me?”

“If I didn’t do that you’d probably end up dead..” 

“And so be it” he sighed. “I’m not worth dying for, believe me.. if you had died cause of me, I’d never forgive myself y’know, fuck..”

You noticed he was getting overwhelmed again, you risking your life took a toll on him.

“Hey.. I’ll die for you a million times if I have to..” you replied as his eyes widened. “Did you really mean that? What you said back there..”

Dabi got closer to you, brushing your cheek gently. “Yes, every single word..” he whispered. “I’ve fucked up, I should’ve told you that earlier.. but I was afraid y’know? I’m not cut for that kind of stuff, I can’t be decent for you. I’m a mess, Y/N”

“A hot mess..” you corrected him as he laughed softly. “I don’t think I’d have fallen for you if you weren’t a mess, Dabi. After all, I’m not any better either, I’m fucked up in the head. You’re more than decent for me”

“You’re fucking perfect, you’ve always been” he mumbled, squeezing your flushed cheeks gently. It felt like a great weight was lifted off his chest the moment he confessed back to you, he still thought that he didn’t deserve you, but he decided to not talk any further of that and just admire you instead.

“Hmm.. you said something about letters back there?” Dabi asked, as you looked at him confused. Then it hit you, your face turned red as you looked away from him.

“Nothing”  you said. 

“Look at me..” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Do not hide things from me pretty girl..what are those letters?”

“Ugh Dabi it’s cringe, I’m not showing you any of those letters..” you squealed, embarrassment washing all over you. “It was just.. when I’m usually overwhelmed I write things down on paper.. and those letters were.. well, for you” 

Dabi remained speechless as you looked everywhere but him, swallowing nervously the moment his shit eating grin appeared on his face.

“Oh shut the fuck up..” you scoffed, hitting him gently on the chest as he chuckled.

“Damn, since when does a bastard like me get love letters? You’re so fucking cute..I’ll never be worthy of you doll..”  he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips without thinking twice. “I’ll burn the world for you, y’know..” 

You sat there shocked with your mouth open, not having time to give a proper reaction as Toga and Twice suddenly entered your room.

“Treatment time- Y/N you’re awake!!” Toga jumped happily.

“You are reckless! We were worried about you! Wait, why is your face red, open the windows she is suffocating!” Twice exclaimed.  Everything was happening so fast and all you could see was Dabi’s amused reaction at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Later doll..” he winked, grabbing the pack of cigarettes as he headed out of the room. 

Smug bastard.

You smiled, tears of happiness forming in your eyes. This was only the beginning of your journey with him, and you still had so much more to say to each other. It felt like time was running so fast, it always does when you’re with the person you love the most. Dabi had accepted you and your feelings, gladly giving you his heart in return, which you’d keep and take care of until the day you give your last breath. And maybe, even if there is life after death, you knew your soul would always find his, cause it belonged to him forever.

#B.writes #this was by far the longest oneshot I’ve ever written #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #toya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfictions #bnha fanfic recs #bnha fic #tw: smoking

[crushmeeren]

🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

#todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki fanfic #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #mha shouto todoroki #mha headcanons #shouto todoroki #todoroki headcanons #shouto x reader #shouto smut #todoroki shoto smut #shoto todoroki #shoto smut #mha shoto #bnha shouto #shoto torodoki #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #shotou todoroki #mha shouto #shouto x you #todoroki x you #mha smut #mha oneshot #mha fanfiction

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #naruto #highschool dxd #the debacle #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

[melanthaeunomia]

Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?

#harry potter #mha #bnha #luke castellan #percy jackson #hamilton musical #marvel #booktok #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #pjo #books and reading #fanfiction #fictional men #reality shifting #relatable #ao3 writer #writerscommunity #writer things #ao3 #x reader #Eu’s Inadequate Musings

[flowerismi]

BNHA

TodoMomo

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfictions #bnha fanfics #mha fanfic #mha fanfictions #mha fanfics #mha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha angst #bnha fluff #mha angst #mha smut #mha fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfictions #smut #fluff #angst #boku no academia #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia #my hero academy fanfiction

[sugarlywhispers]

Katsuki is trying—FUCK, he really is fucking trying not to make a sound, but it's way more difficult than what people think.

And when he hears the door to the hallway open, he immediately reacts covering his bed and himself, bringing the covers almost to his naked chest. He grabs a book that is in his nightstand and he pretends to the best of his ability to be immerse in reading that stupid book.

Two knocks to the door of his room can be heard and he fakingly sighs in annoyance as he says, "come in".

The distinctive red hair of his roommate appears first before his face, "Everything alright, man?" Kirishima smiles.

Katsuki rolls his eyes in real annoyance this time before replying a simple yes. He feels a thick drop of nervous sweat rolling down behind his neck that he is very skilled to hide by simply scratching the back of his neck, but it seems Eijirou hasn't noticed yet. The blond is very proud to admit that he is good at hiding. Stuff. And emotions.

The red head nods before saying, "Hey, Y/N is coming over for dinner. I don't want to bother you, but do me a favor? Be sweet to her. She kinda has a crush on you."

Katsuki pulls up an eyebrow, looking as oblivious as he can, "Oh, really? I had no idea..."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at his best friend, "Of course you didn't. You of all people wouldn't know even if she confessed right at your face."

Katsuki doesn't answer back.

"Anyway, I'm going out to buy some groceries. Need something?"

"Nope," he answers, his attention back to the book he is actually not reading. Eijirou nods as he closes the door again and walks out.

Katsuki doesn't dare to move until he actually hears the front door of the apartment open and close. And that's when he can't avoid the snort that it's stuck at his throat, waiting for desperate release. Next to him, the covers finally move as you peak from under them, frowning in annoyance at him.

"Shut the fuck up," you protest, your hair tangled all around, cheeks cutely rosy and sweat obviously thanks to the thick covers. He can't help but laugh out loud. "It's not funny!"

You try hard not to laugh with him as you climb up, straddling his hips, your glorious naked body making him distracted from his previous amusement. He sits up too, big and strong arms surrounding your waist as you interlace your fingers with his hair at the back of head.

You both smile at each other, your nose caressing his cutely, and he feels like eating you up.

"So you have a crush on me, hmm?"

"Shut up," you say, hips beginning to move to create friction between your naked bodies as your lips find his again. Tongues fitting to gain control as his hands travel down to your ass to guide you in your movements.

A crush? Oh dear... if Eijirou only knew...

a.n; y/n and kirishima are best friends too. only katsuki and y/n are kinda(?) dating (?) fucking (?) fwb (?) lol idk 🙃

#lol this has been on my mind since i woke up #i had to take it off my system LOL #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha smut #bnha smut #mha bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki smut