#mha drabbles

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 10:32

You tell Bakugou once that you don’t know how to take the train home, and he almost blasted your ears off with semi-yelling (or full-on yelling at some point) insults. 

“Hah?” He scoffs, eyes narrowing. This information is new to him, and a surprising one at that. 

You? The nerd that always bested him when it came to academics, which pissed him off the first few months in U.A.? The person who was not only book smart but was street and people smart as well? 

The whole goddamn package doesn’t know how to take the train?

Really?

He’s calling bull.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to take the train home? What kind of idiot doesn’t know that?”

“I just—“ you’re abashed and really don’t know what to say, “I didn’t really— I’ve never had the chance to take one until now!” For a consistent honors student, you can’t really have everything, can you?

“How’ve you been getting to school and back, then?”

“We had a driver—“

“Fuckin’ course—“

“But hey! Listen—in my defense—my schools were usually a walking distance from our house.”

“And now what? Gonna stand here and wait for a miracle to happen?”

You nudge his side with a frustrated frown (more like a pout, Bakugou thinks.) “Quit it, asshole.”

He backtracks briefly, though you could barely tell at this point. And it’s clear enough that he takes your words into consideration. It could be the fact that you actually look scared shitless right now, something foreign to your typical lax and carefree persona.

“C’mon.” Bakugou grabs you by the arm.

“Ow— hey! Where are we going?”

“You have to learn somehow, or else you’ll look fuckin’ clueless and dumb, nerd.”

You don’t argue because you really just wanted to get home, and while you could just call in your driver, you considered that this was important information that would help you in the long run. Besides, you do agree with Bakugou that not knowing how to commute like this is embarrassing, especially at your age.

“What’s this?” 

Bakugou hands you a card. It’s decorated with a minimalist logo of Musutafu’s native flower, whose color is your favorite.

“An IC card,” he simply answers.

It’s cute, you thought. You noticed how the other commuters had the standard design, so Bakugou must've gotten it personalized to your preference. How thoughtful.

“You could’ve just helped me get a ticket, though,” you murmur. You fiddle with the card in your hand, glancing at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t think I’ll be using this card that often. It’ll be a waste.”

“Then try and use it as often as you can, nerd.”

“I’ll pay you back for this—how much was it?”

“Forget it.”

“Really, Bak—“

“Forget it,” he barks. “Keep up, you shitty extra. Or else you’d miss the last train to your station.” Bakugou starts walking, and you follow suit.

You can load your IC card at the ticket machines or the nearest ATMs. Different stations call for different ticket gates that obviously have different fares. The expiration of cards usually depends on what provider you got them from—

“What do I do now?”

You’re hesitantly in front of the ticket gate, with Bakugou on the other side. You’re like a kid who’s lost their mother in the mall.

“Just—“ Bakugou had to take a deep breath and not make a scene in the train station. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calling for all his ancestors to give him the strength to remain patient.

“Place your shitty card on the card reader. That’s it.”

You do as you’re taught, and you awed when the gates opened and let yourself walk through with a stupidly big smile on your face. “I did it!”

Bakugou thinks it’s fucking stupid of him to think that your enthusiasm for mundane things was cute. But fuck, something must be wrong with him because suddenly he feels a flurry of butterflies lodged in his throat, his heart beating ridiculously fast. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

He gives you directions, how to navigate through Musutafu without getting lost, and the basic stations you’ll be passing by to get to your station. He sees you type most of the things he says on your phone, and the way you were so eager to learn was a sight to see, really.

Boarding the metro, people were just as eager to get home as you two. So you two stood, not that there was much room to do anything about it.

“Hold onto the handle unless you want to fall on your ass,” Bakugou says. His tone is hushed to not disturb the other passengers. At least he followed basic commuting etiquette. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathe out. The passing buildings were as huge as those of U.A.’s, if not bigger. With the golden hue of the apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, Musutafu just became more beautiful in your eyes.

He scoffs.

“What’s so interestin’ about a buncha tacky buildings? Never seen one before you came here?”

“Of course I have; they’re just not like this.”

Bakugou follows your line of sight, and he thinks about it carefully. He couldn’t see what you saw, but maybe it’s because he grew up looking at this scenery. It doesn’t amaze him as much as it did when he was younger, he concludes. To you, this was a first. 

An experience that could become a core memory in this city. And he’s with you as you live through it. The thought causes a familiar feeling of pride to exude from his chest.

Maybe he’ll learn to appreciate more mundane things with you too in the future.

The train stops at another station, and the people scurry out. Once in motion, you were surprised by the speed when it took off, and the motion had you stumbling back. You stumble against Bakugou.

“What did I say about keeping a firm hold on the handles, you shitty extra? That’s what those are for.” Whether it’s by instinct or unintentional, Bakugou guides your hand to hold onto the support pole. He doesn’t let go, and you didn’t make a comment about it.

“Sorry! Still getting used to it,” you quietly laugh. “I hope the people here don’t think I’m really that inexperienced when it comes to taking the metro home,” you told him. “It’s embarrassing to think that I haven’t taken one until now.”

Bakugou thinks it’s alright because you were actually on set to learn. No matter what those other extras say or comment, no matter if they give you unimpressed glances, he’s there to grant them one of his own spine-chilling glares if they had the balls to do so. 

A passenger who appeared to be around your age stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, you can take my seat. I get off at the next stop,” he says. You’re a bit hesitant to take the offer, but he reassures you that it’s fine. It’ll be an awkward death for you if you don’t accept it, because now he’s standing. “Please, I insist.”

Unknown to you, Bakugou had an obvious scowl on his face until the stranger left.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“Jealous?”

“Hah? Why would I be—”

“Shh!” you kicked his shoe with yours.

“Quiet, remember?���

Bakugou rolls his eyes, still frowning. You hold his free hand, cheekily smiling when he tries to free it from your hold. And in the end, he lets you do whatever the fuck it is that you want, but he would never ever admit that he was jealous of some nameless extra. He’s too far into liking you to help you board a train, get you a personalized IC card, miss his stop two stations ago because yours was still three stations after his, but he doesn’t think he’d be vocal about it anytime soon.

He’ll leave it to you to confess.

Then again, you already knew.

Bakugou Katsuki would not go above and beyond like this for anyone else, but he unknowingly does for you.

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[pink-satin]

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dabi x reader drabble

MNI

tw: blood, use of “daddy”

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dabi’s been gone for a while and you’re soo bored. you stop doom scrolling and open your texts to him.

“miss you so much :c send me a selfie.”

it takes a second for him to respond, but when he does you immediately open it.

“not now doll, i’m busy. you’ll see me soon.”

you pout and kick your feet typing back rapidly.

“pretty pretty pleaseeeee daddy need to see you or i’ll die!!”

dabi smirks at his phone. “little brat.” he mutters under his breath.

moments go by and you’re tidying up the apartment to waste time when your phone dings. you jump onto the bed quickly to check your messages.

there you see it. him. covered in blood, smiling, holding up the dude he just beat up, nearly killed, forcing him to take the picture.

“you better fucking smile. this is for my girl and she always gets what she wants. hear that? don’t want to hurt you anymore than i have so say cheese, dickwad.”

you giggle and press your thighs together feeling the rush of being with someone so deliciously violent and yet so gentle with you.

you send a selfie back wearing one of his ripped up t-shirts and nothing but dainty little panties showing off the wet patch that’s started to form- you immediately get a response from him.

“you’re going to be the death of me. on my way, doll.”

“don’t clean up.” you respond giddily.

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[doumadono]

Hiiiii! I am squeezing into your inbox to

1. Congratulate you on your achievement. You deserved it sweetheart and I am so happy for you (maybe even a lil jealous! Hihi). Keep up the wonderful work and keep bringing joy and comfort to other people!

2. To request something!

I want some Vanilla-Mango ice creams in a cup with Maple syrup.

All of this for my one and only bunny Mirko! 🐇🤍I love ya girl!

Stay awesome!

A/N: thank you so much, honeypot! Your support means everything. I hope you'll like this short piece, and please forgive me if the character isn't quite right — it's my first time writing for Bunny Hero Mirko! ♥

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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with shades of gold and amber. You were walking through the park, lost in thought, when you spotted Mirko sitting on a bench, her prosthetic leg resting beside her. Her expression was distant, her eyes fixed on something far away.

Approaching her, you noticed the faint lines of pain etched on her face. You knew about her recent struggles with phantom pains, the cruel reminders of the limbs she had lost during the war. "Hey, Mirko," you greeted softly, taking a seat beside her.

She glanced at you, offering a small, weary smile. "Hey, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

"Is everything alright?" you inquired, concern coloring your words as you noticed the faint lines of strain etched upon her face.

Mirko sighed, her gaze returning to the horizon. "Just another rough day, I guess," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of her prosthetic leg. "The phantom pains have been acting up again."

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rumi. That sounds really tough."

She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "It is," she admitted. "It's like… I can still feel them, you know? My missing arm and leg. Sometimes, it's like they're still there, and it hurts so much…"

You squeezed her shoulder gently, offering your support. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be for you. But I'm here for you, okay? You're not alone. You never were, sweetie."

Mirko's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You hurried to a nearby store to grab two bottles of water and some mochi. When you returned, you paused behind a large tree, watching Mirko.

She was someone you deeply admired, one of the few people who truly inspired you. Her toughness was unmatched, and secretly, you yearned to possess even a fraction of her spirit, to be as brave as she was. She was your role model.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Mirko, talking, laughing, and sharing stories, sitting on that bench. You listened as she opened up about her fears and insecurities, her dreams and aspirations. And through it all, you were there for her, offering words of encouragement and comfort.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Mirko turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You know," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "even on my darkest days, knowing that I have you by my side makes everything a little bit brighter."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "And you make everything brighter for me too, Mirko. You're strong, resilient, and incredibly brave. I admire you so much."

Mirko's smile widened, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means the world to me. After Jaku and the war, things really shifted," she said, her brow creasing slightly. "It's not like it broke me, but I've been feeling more uncertain. About everything, really. Even my own abilities."

You met Mirko's gaze with a gentle smile. "Rumi," you began softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance, "you have no idea how many lives you've touched with your bravery. In the chaos of Jaku and the war, you were a beacon of hope for so many. Every leap you took, every punch you threw, they weren't just acts of courage — they were beacons of light in the darkness for all those who lost their hope. You saved countless lives with your unwavering determination and your indomitable spirit. Never doubt your abilities, my dear Rabbit Hero Mirko," you urged gently, your words a steadfast anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You are a hero in every sense of the word, and the world is a brighter place because of you. The echoes of your courage will never fade."

Mirko leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "I think that's exactly what I needed to hear today."

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[bakugousolos]

Buying a dildo online on a whim while katsukis on a mission, because you’re feeling sooo desperate only for it to arrive a week after he returns.

“Who’s at the door?” Katsuki asks and all you do is shrug oblivious to what’s waiting for you. “What is it babe?” You question while he’s walking back in with a oddly rectangular box.

“I dunno, did you buy anything?” Followed by “Why the hell is this shit so long” and it feels more rhetorical than a plain question. Soon enough the box rips open and just after you realize what it actually is, he smirks and raised his hand high so you can’t reach.

“W-what is it?!” And he just smiles. “Katsuki im serious what is it!!” You pout and jump but you know you’ll only be able to reach the box if he wants you to.

“Nothing baby. You waitin’ for a package or sum’ ?” You pout again. “No…” is all you can come up with and it eats at you because his smirk grows wider.

“You sure?” But you just stop and stare because now he’s leaning down towards your much smaller frame with a 5 inch pink dildo in his hand after throwing the box across the room.

“Uh w-whats that doing here..?” “Well I’m not sure, you tell me because I know I didnt order a dildo.”

“M-me neither!! I swear!!” But you can barely get a third sentence out before he’s slamming you to the couch and ripping off your shorts.

“Yeah baby? M’ i not good enough?? You need this tiny thing to please yourself when you know damn well I’m right here ??” He asks, on top of you.

Anyways… part two !!

Happy reading !! (^_^*)

I might do a continuation - not too sure tho.

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[sugarlywhispers]

☆– a.n; here's a lil piece for valentine's day, even tho it was yesterday <3

Your first kiss with Bakugou was nothing like you expected. You thought, because of his fiery personality, that it was going to be fireworks and heat and passion all over. 

How wrong you were.

Bakugou Katsuki was a massive bundle of nerves, completely clumsy even in his walk–and Jesus, seeing that big mass of muscles trip on his own feet each two or three steps in your walk home from your date, gave you several heart attacks thinking he might kiss the ground at any minute. 

You were not expecting this at all. He was so confident when it came to his job, to his friends, to any situation he was in. Except you. Least to say, it took him for-fucking-ever to ask you out, and when he did, he stumbled upon his words and instead of asking you dinner he asked you, "would you like t'go hungry wit' me?" It took you a minute to understand, he almost backed down due to the embarrassment. Obviously, you grabbed his arm, avoiding him to run away –or better said, explode himself away– and said yes. That night, at the door of your apartment, he tried to kiss you. He bumped his forehead with yours in the rush to get his face closer down to you. He apologized and left.

You remember thinking, that was all. He was not going to speak to you ever again, or at least until his embarrassment backed down a bit, which could be months. It surprised you to see him the next morning entering the little coffee shop you owned with a bucket of roses in his hand, cheeks cutely tinted pink and a funny scowl in his face, lips slightly pout.

You decided then that it was your turn to ask him on a date. Of course, he said yes. But this time, you decided to eat something at your apartment and watch movies. Something easy and comfy. No need to let the pressure of going outside invade him, considering who he is and what it means to be seeing outside on a date with the Number Two Pro Hero. You still didn't know how people hadn't already said something about your first date, when Bakugou took you to a very expensive and recognized restaurant.

After dinner, clearly prepared by him and shared in between cheeky jokes, laughs and innuendos, you were finishing washing the dishes while he dried them. It was that domestic kind of view, him smiling relaxed and amused, his big hero body taking a big portion of space in your small apartment kitchen, his hip resting on the counter, hands busy with his task, the lines at the corner of his eyes showing how happy he actually felt, it was all of him that made you realize…

It’s him.

Bakugou Katsuki is the one.

When he finished, he folded the cloth he was using to dry the last plate and placed it on the counter behind him, before he turned to you, the amusement of the last funny thing you said still printed on his face. “What?”

“I’m going to kiss you, Bakugou Katsuki, so don’t move.” You don’t want a repentance of last time and the bump he left on your forehead thanks to his nervousness.

He visually gulped and you chuckled, but still gave him time to assimilate your words, and your actions, so you moved slowly as if it was a scaredy cat you were dealing with. His breathing was loudly heard with each movement of yours and his hands grabbed the counter strongly like his life depended on that grip. He was serious now, concentrated even in not moving. And that was so cute, that even if he looked that desperate to get close to you, he also wanted to do as you said.

You stepped closer, hand coming to rest just above his heart, and his chest loosened. Katsuki let go of his anchor at the kitchen counter and slipped his hands around your waist immediately and tugged you against him, brushing your noses together. Choosing to dive into whatever ocean you were living as a siren in.

 “If you don’t want to…”

Oh, yeah. You were going to make him say it. Because he was Bakugou freaking Katsuki and you were on fucking cloud nine at the knowledge that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“If you don't kiss me right now…” he murmured, voice trembling, and you couldn't avoid the smirk that appeared on your face.

“Then what?” You whisper, your other arm surrounding his neck as your fingers interlace with the short hair at the back of his head, and he breathes out loud.

“Then I'll… I’ll have to do it myself.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling one more time, before your lips finally pressed over his. This time softly, generously and carefully loving.

His arms around your waist tightened just as his heart beated fast and strong under your hand. A clear sign that he was as human as you. And he felt as deep into you as you to him.

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[archer-fb]

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who starts stealing your underwear when you first take him in

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who you catch jerking off with his face in your underwear

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who you catch humping your pillow after coming home from work

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who immediately scents you after coming home, jealous from smelling others on you

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who gets so excited when you buy him a collar, he demands you put your name on it so everyone knows who he belongs to

Puppy hybrid!kirishima come right away the first time you let him fuck you

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who you find sitting by the door waiting for you to come home

Puppy hybrid!kirishima who scratches the door when you take too long in the bathroom

Puppy hybrid!kirishima just wants to be your good boy and will do anything to please you

#🏹 kirishima posts #hybrid kirishima #sub kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima x fem!reader #sub mha #mha #kirishima smut #mha drabbles #mha headcanons

[itgetzweird08]

Just a cute lil blurb before I go to bed 🥰 Thank my Melatonin for this

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

“Okay, are you ready?”

“Just go ahead and do it-“

You smirk, shifting in place on the picnic blanket as you take a small grape in your fingers. You close one eye, sticking your tongue out a bit as you pretend to concentrate before gently tossing it towards Katsuki’s waiting mouth. However, you aim was a bit off, and it bounced off his nose and into his lap.

“You have shit aim.” He mutters, rolling his vermillion eyes at you. He lightly scowls as he picks up the grape and tosses it back at you. You lean back as you follow the grape’s path and catch it in your mouth. You chew with a smirk, swallowing the sweet fruit.

“But I’m a great catch!”

“Hell yeah you are…and I ain’t letting you go.”

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[azaarchiive]

fanfic bakugou vs real size

sypnosis; katsuki finds you reading a fanfic about him

notes; suggestive, gn reader, fluff with katsukiii, long term established relationship, bakugo is a little ooc. 733 words

inspired by: @officialabortive (i tried to find the drabble but i couldn’t find it! anyways go show them some loveee)

‘katsuki’s muscular arms trapped you in between him and the kitchen island, his hot breath caressing your neck before you felt him speak.

“do you know why i call myself dynamite?” he whispered seductively.

“why?” you meekly responded, slowly turning to face him.

he leans closer to your ears before whispering,

“because i blow my load in bitches like you.” ’

soon, a loud laugh could be heard behind you, ripping you from your very steamy fantasy. only for you to realise the man himself was behind you, laughing his ass off.

“suki, w-what the fuck?! you scared me!” you stumbled over your words, shame spreading across your whole body.

“i can’t fucking believe i walked in on my partner reading this shit! oh fuck, i’m getting abs!” katsuki continued to cackle while you covered your face in embarrassment. this was the worst way to get caught.

“i was just interested! i was online and i saw that this was apparently the dynamite fanfic that everyone was raging over!” you attempted to defend yourself, but your excuses fell onto deaf ears and the sound of his obnoxious laughter getting louder to drown you out.

“i just can’t believe this, baby, you have the real thing right here!” katsuki climbed onto the couch with you, leaning his arm on the top of the couch while resting his chin on his fist.

“i know that, like i said, i was just interested!” you huffed.

“that line was insane though, maybe ill steal it next time. would you be into that? me ‘blowing my load’ into you?” katsuki smiled, trying to hide your laughter.

but your shy smile as you looked away just broke any restraint he had, and thus, he was bursting out laughing again.

“oh my god, you liked it, didn’t you?” katsuki accused.

“no i didn’t!” you whined, playfully pushing katsuki who barely even moved an inch.

“yes you did, look at how flustered your getting!” katsuki pointed at your face.

“oh come off it!” you slapped his finger away, picking up your phone again and turning away to have him face your back.

“going off to read more?” katsuki teased.

you stayed silent, sighing playfully as katsuki (unbeknownst to you) widened his mouth in shock.

“listen… the writing is really good!” you defended yourself whilst laughing.

“it was probably written by a 14 year old girl!” he exclaimed back to you.

“no actually, the writer here just turned 20.” you huffed.

“im still in shock, you have the katsuki bakugou in front of you, wiling to do whatever you want, yet you chose him. the guy with cheesy lines!” katsuki complained.

“don’t be jealous katsuki, it’s just that the storylines are so captivating. like, in one of them, you were a barista and i was a ceo- can i please explain the storyline properly without you laughing?” you paused while smiling as katsuki wheezed in front of you.

after a few second, he nodded, covering his mouth to contain whatever laughter he had left in him so you could continue.

“thank you, anyways, i was a ceo and you were the coffee barista and we fell in love over time since i kept coming back because the coffee you made was always really good. but then, your jealous ex, which was me actually, came and told me that you both were still dating and that you were just using me for my money. so then, i fell out of love for you, but then, 2 years later, you had graduated from UA and became a pro hero and saved me, so then we fell in love again and got married.” you explained.

“wait, they include you in these little stories?” katsuki asked.

“yep, im usually the jealous ex or the supportive best friend.” you replied.

“these people are so pathetic, you’re mine and always will be.” katsuki said, lunging at you, trapping you in a bear hug.

you screamed in laughter as he trapped you in his lethal hugs, the scent of his cologne wafting in your nose.

“you’re right, i’m your forever!” you giggled in his arms.

“exactly, don’t need no fanfic to tell you otherwise.” his voice was muffled as his face was in his neck.

god, you loved this man and no other fanfic version of him could ever capture how he was with you.

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[yuuuhiii]

just domestic nights with your boyfriend ❤︎

Coming home from a night out with your boyfriend and mutual friends. Maybe you had a little too much to drink and after all that partying and dancing you're exhausted.

You keep grumbling and complaining to your boyfriend about how tired you were. He smiles softly down at you, finding your tipsy tired state sickeningly adorable. You cling to his arm as he opens the front door of your shared apartment, groaning in his sleeve.

“Come on, you gotta drink some water.” He says, leading you to the kitchen.

He goes to get you a glass of water, you’re drifting off, head bobbing up and down. When he turns around he lets out a soft laugh, watching you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Drink up baby.” He smiles cheekily, holding the cup to your lips as you gulp down the glass. As soon as you’re finished you lean your head on his shoulder.

“M’ tired.” You mumble and his hand slips under your shirt, scratching your back just a little that the gesture almost has you purring.

He picks you up in one swift move, carrying you to the restroom. You whine when he places you on top of the sink.

“S’fine, let’s just go to sleep.” Your words slur but he’s already pulling out your makeup remover and cotton pads.

You sigh, pouting at your boyfriend’s stubbornness. Before swiping the cotton over your face, he pecks your lips, making you smile. He holds your face gently as his other softly glides over your features, admiring your beauty.

“So damn beautiful.” He shakes his head with a smile.

Once your face is rid of all your makeup, he pulls off your clothes, leaving you in just your panties and placing one of his t-shirts over you. The article of clothing swallows your form whole, it makes him snort and he pecks your temple.

He quickly leads you back to your guy's bed and you both sigh once you hit the covers. You immediately drape a leg over him, shoving your face in the crook of his neck. He smiles at your actions, his hand carding through your hair.

“Love you.” You whisper against his neck and his heart fills with love.

“Love you more sweets, G’night.” With a peck to your forehead, he waits until you’ve drifted off.

Whispering sweet nothings and proclaiming love into the air.

He lets himself follow you soon after, hoping that the both of you would dream of each other<3

katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinsou (MHA) suguru geto, megumi fushiguro (JJK) keisuke baji, shuji hanma, ken ryuguji, rindou haitaini, haruchiyo sanzu, shinichiro sano(TR)

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[suashii]

— 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 ౨ৎ

bakugo katsuki x reader. 1.2k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ reader and bakugo are both sidekicks ﾉ and roommates :3 ﾉ mentions of food

the life of a hero sidekick isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. sure, working under some of the world’s most notable names who put their lives on the line for others is honorable, but it doesn’t feel that way when, instead of fighting beside them on the frontlines, you’re stuck dealing with the aftermath of takedowns or tasked with handling nothing but paperwork all day. as menial as those tasks sound, they can feel almost as exhausting as brawling with villains.

though, as you sluggishly drag yourself to the intersection that leads to your apartment, you remind yourself that you should be grateful for the work. not everyone has the means to start their own agency so soon out of UA, you included. in a few years, once you’ve earned enough money and have established your name as a hero, you’ll be the one calling the shots.

a tiny bit of the tension in your shoulders that’s been building throughout the day dissipates when you spot a familiar head of blonde hair at the intersection. he’s got one of his gauntlets tucked under his arm and the unoccupied hand is busy tapping away at his phone. the eye mask of his costume is pushed up on his forehead, holding back sweaty strands of light hair.

“katsuki~” you whine as you approach him, tossing your head back dramatically. vermillion eyes are torn away from his phone as he looks up at you with a frown coloring his features. you reckon he’s annoyed that you’re making such a public display. you don’t care though, choosing to rest your forehead against his arm when you finally reach him.

“what’s your problem?” he gruffly asks. despite his tone, he doesn’t shrug you off, only stuffs his phone in his pocket and waits for your response, eyes cast to the side to look at you.

“work was so boring and i’m so tired,” you complain to him with closed eyes. even hearing the bustling of the city around you makes your limbs feel heavy. you inhale a deep breath, hoping that the fresh air outside of the stuffy office you’d been trapped in all day will energize you enough to make it home, but you’re met with the scent of sweat instead. it makes you frown and pull away from bakugo’s arm. “you stink.”

realization dawns on you. “don’t tell me you actually got to do something today?”

he smirks, having predicted this reaction from you. despite the job description, eventful days aren’t as frequent as most think. and, although it’s childish, the fact that bakugo’s dry spell ended before yours makes him feel as though he’s won some sort of unspoken competition. “some low life happened to be active while i was patrolling with jeanist.”

“how could you?” you grab a hold of his arm and shake it petulantly. “i thought we were in the sad sidekick life together.”

bakugo shakes you off, flicking your forehead to deter you from trying again. you huff and pout, hand reaching up to soothe the subtle sting on your face. when you meet your traitorous companion’s gaze, there’s no guilt lingering in it. “you’re so dramatic.”

you ignore his comment and turn to face the crosswalk in a silent tell that you’re ready to start heading home. the man beside you mirrors your actions. the pedestrian light is flashing red and the sight makes you wonder which sounds worse—standing here even a minute longer or braving the walk back to your apartment.

with a weak sigh, you rest your head on your companion’s arm. “katsuki, carry me home.”

you can hear the grimace in his voice when he tells you, “no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pleaseeee?”

he gives you a ride home on his back. even though he voices his exasperation the whole way there—not stopping even when he’s digging around his pocket for his keys—bakugo is sure to swerve out of the way of tree branches and carefully navigate his wide frame through the building’s main doorway all so you don’t bump into anything.

though, it seems like by the time you’ve finally made it inside your shared apartment, the man’s patience and generosity have run out. he stops in front of the couch and lets the hands supporting your thighs fall to his side, leaving you to drop rather ungracefully onto the piece of furniture. you shoot his back a glare as he makes his way to the kitchen.

you’re ready to sink into the softness of the couch and give in to the fatigue that’s been wearing at you all day when the clash of pots and pans sounds throughout the air. you don’t have the energy to peer around the couch to see what’s going on in the next room, so, instead, you speak up over the noise. “what are you making?”

a beat of silence passes, and then two, and you’re almost sure bakugo is disregarding your question when you finally get a reply. “yakisoba.”

your stomach practically growls at just the word. you know you’re testing your luck with the next words that come out of your mouth but they’re almost automatic. “make me some?”

“just who the hell do you think i am?” he asks from behind you. “your personal assistant?”

the question makes your lips curl up in a smile, partly because of his palpable irritation but mostly because the thought of the man being at your beck and call is an entertaining mental image.

“the position is open. you interested?”

“hell no,” he mutters. “and you can make your own dinner.”

“boo,” you draw out the vowel and tip your thumb down over the back of the couch, though you can’t be sure he sees it.

sometime during the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and sizzling of oil in a pan, your eyes close as you situate yourself comfortably on the couch. the sound of bakugo cooking is almost like a lullaby, you think as your focus fades and sleep begins to tug at you.

the scent of the noodle dish and a subtle warmth radiating near you stop you from falling asleep. you lazily open your eyes to find a bowl of stir fried noodles and vegetables in front of you. as you reach out to grab the bowl, your eyes shoot up to find bakugo’s, a small yet victorious smile pulling at your lips.

scarlet eyes narrow even though you haven’t said anything, like he can hear the thoughts you haven’t spoken. “i made too much so you’re just getting the extra.”

you hum in agreement, busy stuffing a mouthful of the “extra” noodles past your lips. the cushion beside you dips with katsuki’s weight as he takes a seat beside you. despite him playing it off, the man’s generosity doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“thanks for dinner,” you tell him, nudging his thigh with your foot. “and carrying me here.”

“yeah, well, my kindness isn’t free.”

you raise your eyebrows as you chew. “oh yeah? what do i owe you in return?

he shrugs. “i’ll let you know when i think of something.”

or maybe he’ll let you off easy this time.

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[mypimpademia]

— “Yes ma’am”

Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Katsuki doesn’t listen to anyone but you.

TW: Swearing, bakugo is a prick but what’s new, bakugo is taller than the reader

Katsuki Bakugo is a loudmouth, arrogant, asshole that doesn’t listen to anyone. You can’t ask him anything, or tell him anything. And if you do, you must not value your dignity or your life.

“Bakugo, I thought I told you to-” The tone was stern, far too stern and commanding for Katsukis liking.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Katsuki spat.

There was nothing but silence between the two, one snarling and the other sitting in shock. The situation itself wasn’t exactly shocking, it was nothing new, but the blonds relentlessly horrible attitude never failed to take people aback. No one knew what it was that constantly made him so snappy, and they were far too busy walking on eggshells around him to be worried about it.

Despite all this, Katsuki never seemed to have that sort of attitude towards you. Some people would even say that he’s a completely different person when it comes to you.

He’s quiet, modest, sweet, and compliant. You can ask him, or tell him, anything and he’ll respond with no issue. He won’t have an off tone or an attitude, just a normal response. And sometimes, he’ll even do so enthusiastically. It’s an odd sight to see, but it’s nothing to the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you called out, receiving a light hum from the blond sitting across from you on the couch. “Hand me that.”

You nodded to the remote that was just a few feet from you, close enough that you could lean over without leaving your seat to get it. Everyone exchanged sorry glances with one another, pitying you for what was to come. But nothing came.

Katsuki reached over to grab the remote, which was farther from him that you, with a grunt. You gave him a casual thank you when he handed it over, getting another hum in response. Once again, an odd sight.

Was he scared of you? Did he like you more than he did the others? Did he like you? Did you put a spell on him?

What ever it was, you had him wrapped around your fingers right, and he didn’t seem to mind.

“Katsu, come here,” you beckoned, and he was by your side in an instant. “Get that for me.”

You didn’t say please, but you said it politely. Maybe that was the key? But no matter how sweet others were, they’d always have to brace for inevitable impact. Maybe it was just you.

You were pointing up to a cup on the shelf, you were tall enough for your fingertips to graze the smooth glass, but not enough to grab it. Without a second thought, Katsuki reached up, bringing the cup down with ease, the hem of his shirt crawling up with him.

“Yes ma’am.”

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[ouch-thats-harsh]

Sappy and shit -- Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: some fluff thats all :))

warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass

notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!

"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck

its true, you do love his neck.

you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.

you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it

like now,

"I like your ass-" he says, holding you

"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass

"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout

but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave

his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances

your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames

they make up for the moments away

you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit

and you know that, so does he.

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[doumadono]

Hii douma! May I request Shoto just in love? Just him being in love for the very first time and the concept of love just so foreign to him? Have a great day/night!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

The cold spring air of U.A. High School's training grounds swept across Shoto Todoroki's face, his distinctive heterochromatic eyes glancing stoically at the horizon. As he approached the courtyard, the brisk wind tousled his dual-toned hair, and for the first time, a peculiar sensation stirred within him. It was an emotion he hadn't experienced before, a feeling that seemed to thaw the icy demeanor that usually defined him, yet he couldn't put a finger on what was it.

As the son of Endeavor, emotions had never been a territory he explored willingly. However, this day would mark a shift, an unexpected twist in the stoic narrative of Todoroki's life.

Shoto was no stranger to intense emotions. Anger, resentment, and the relentless pursuit of self-discovery had been his companions for as long as he could remember. But this was different – a foreign concept that had invaded the carefully constructed fortress around his heart.

As he walked past the cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling in the air, his gaze landed on a figure standing by the fountain.

It was you, a fellow classmate whose presence had recently begun to captivate him. You were a presence in his life that had begun to defy categorization. You were just a person — a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit the mold he'd grown accustomed to. He admired you from afar, appreciating your strength and determination in both academics and combat.

It began innocently, Shoto noticed. A shared glance across the classroom, a casual comment during training, and the casual camaraderie of shared laughter. But as days unfolded, the puzzle piece shifted, creating a mosaic he hadn't anticipated. He was no stranger to intensity; after all, his own quirk bore the duality of fire and ice. Yet, this newfound sentiment was a flame of a different kind, uncharted and unsettling.

"Hey," he called out, his voice surprisingly steady despite the internal turmoil.

You turned towards him, a quizzical smile gracing your lips. "Todoroki, hey. Is everything okay?"

Shoto hesitated, his usual calm exterior cracking just a bit. "I… I wanted to talk."

Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you nodded, inviting him to continue.

"I've been thinking," Shoto began, his usually concise words replaced by a rare vulnerability. "About feelings. Emotions. And there's something I can't quite comprehend."

You listened intently, sensing the gravity of Shoto's words. "What is it?"

"I've always been driven by my goals, my desire to surpass my limits, and the need to prove my father wrong," he continued, "but lately, I find myself caught in a different struggle. It's like a flame inside me, burning with an intensity I can't control."

You tilted your head, intrigued. "Oh?"

Shoto nodded, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that surprised even himself. "It's a distraction, an enigma that I can't unravel. It's like standing at the edge of a precipice, uncertain of the fall," he admitted, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

Your lips curled into a gentle smile. "Love, Todoroki. It sounds like you're in love."

Todoroki's brows furrowed, the word foreign on his tongue. Love. A concept he'd analyzed in textbooks but never expected to encounter firsthand.

You smiled gently, understanding the conflict within him. "Love is complex, Shoto. It's not something you can control or quantify. It's a force that binds us together, that makes us vulnerable and strong at the same time."

Shoto absorbed your words, his internal battle slowly subsiding. "I don't know how to navigate this unfamiliar territory."

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay not to have all the answers. Love is a journey, not a destination. Take your time, Todoroki."

"I think… I might be in love with you," he confessed, the admission hanging in the air like the delicate petals of cherry blossoms.

Your eyes widened, a subtle blush adorning your features. "Todoroki, that's…" you began, but he silenced you with a tender touch as he placed his hand to your rosy cheek.

"Let me finish," he whispered, his breath mingling with the soft evening breeze. "I might not fully understand it, but I know that being around you feels just right. I love spending my time with you, it doesn't matter if we just chat or study together."

A heartbeat passed between you, the air charged with unspoken emotions. And then, in a moment both tender and profound, Shoto leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. It was a sweet, hesitant kiss, a step into the uncharted territory of love.

As he looked at you, the world around seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in the quiet embrace newfound feelings. Shoto's stoic facade melted away, revealing a vulnerability.

A quiet moment passed before you chuckled, breaking the tension. "Well, that's unexpected. I never thought I'd be the one to thaw Todoroki's icy heart."

A small, hesitant smile tugged at Todoroki's lips. Embracing the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show, Shoto took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I… explore this feeling with you?"

"I'd like that, Shoto," you replied, reaching your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

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[90ekz]

Hiii I loved ur bakugo where like hes at the gym and stuff and was wondering if you could do something like that but his s/o goes with him 🫢🫢

this is so funny bc this was actually in my drafts alr 😁

her possession ☆ b. katsuki. | pt 1.

katsuki loves when you tag along with him to the gym.

that sweet smile you give him when he spots you, cooking lunch with you after, its all so relaxing for the both of you.

not to mention your tight lil gym shorts but he’s supposed to stay focused.

this particular day though, you seemed a bit.. tight lipped, and he didn’t know why.

“you good?”

his question floated in the air between you before you just mumbled a soft “yea”, much to katsuki’s dismay.

suspicious, but whatever.

when you moved to lower body exercises, katsuki couldn’t help but notice your noises of annoyance the whole time. he’d look over and you’d be scoffing or smacking your teeth, was he doing something wrong?

“the hell’s up with you?”

“what’s up with me? what’s up with her?”

katsuki’s attention was directed towards the front desk lady. they made eye contact briefly before she tore her eyes away like she’d been caught doing something embarrassing.

he looked back at your annoyed face before making a confused one of his own.

“seriously? you really don’t get it?”

another shrug.

“she’s been drooling all over you since we got here. no way you don’t see that shit.”

katsuki couldn’t help but let a smirk curl onto his lips. you were so easily jealous, it humored him.

“you jealous or sumn?”

you feigned confusion, making katsuki laugh. you knew he was attractive, everyone knew that, but he was yours.

and you were gonna prove it.

“im getting some wipes. come with me.” katsuki was already confused by that request, not to mention that you went to the ones farthest away from your station, but… whatever.

he grabbed some wipes while you made sure the desk girl was watching you.

“babe. ‘s something on your neck.”

before he could respond, you were tonguing the sensitive spot on his neck, causing him to groan a bit too loud for a public gym.

you almost laughed when the desk woman gasped at the display, and katsuki tried to hide his various obvious (and very ‘angry’) blush.

“got it.”

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[maimochies]

pro hero! deku who keeps your neighborhood safe by taking care of crooks and petty thiefs. pro hero! deku who walks you home from your late night work shifts to ensure you're safe, all the way to the doorstep and wishing you a good night like the gentleman he is. pro hero! deku who gets a kiss on the cheek each night as thank you from you.

but also... pro hero! deku who lingers around your apartment to watch you undress from work past the thin curtains. pro hero! deku who's perched on the rooftop opposite your apartment, who palms himself to the sight of you walking around in nothing but your panties. pro hero! deku who has to wash his hero suit each night to get rid of the debauched, disgusting stains he's left with in his pants after patrol. pro hero! deku who can't help but wonder if there are other ways you'll thank him if he swoops in to save you.

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[angelshimaa]

thinking about shinso who finds himself in love with you so suddenly. gn!reader, established relationship (hinted at it being new-ish)

one would assume someone like him would take his time easing into falling in love— he seemed like the type to take the stairs instead, taking care to dip his toes into it before he fully commits to the dive. hell, he thought so too.

then again, he never really could be sure about the way his heart worked when it came to you.

your head rests against his shoulder as lazy conversation drifts through his bedroom. you try to hang onto every single word you exchange, but you can't help how your eyelids droop so heavily, as if carrying the weight of the world.

it doesn't help just how comfortable his bed is.

“y/n? are you listening?” his voice sounds like liquid gold, so attractive in how effortlessly smooth it is. you force your eyes open, humming as if you were listening.

shinso's head is turned to look down at you and it's then that he notices just how tired you are. it's been a long day and he'd missed talking to you and hearing the sound of your voice, but he hadn't realised just how heavy the exhaustion weighed on you.

“why didn't you say you were tired, hm?”

your yawn is wide and long— so very cute to him— and you blink slowly up at him. “‘missed you, ‘toshi. i wanted to hear all you had to say— sleep can wait a bit.” your words are slightly slurred, but there's something about them that makes him feel so touched.

“well, clearly it can't.” his grin is lazy, and your lips do their best to pull back in an equally lazy smile. even with the heavy lidding of your eyes, you look at him in a way that still has him jittery— the kind of jittery that threatens to jump out of his chest and sing like every love story does.

“no no no no no, it can. keep talkin’, pretty boy— i’m listenin’.” the ‘pretty boy’ has the jitters coming in stronger, and he laughs— the light sort of laugh that suits soft moments like this.

“the ‘pretty boy’ will talk again tomorrow— now, let's sleep.” you don't have it in you to protest— nor do you want to, with the way your body feels ready to collapse.

it doesn't take very long for the two of you to settle comfortably under the sheets, and shinso just can't take his eyes off of you. with heavy eyelids and slurred words, you seem drunk off something and it amuses him.

the two of you face each other, and the purple of his eyes is almost hypnotising in how it traces over you. framed by deep eyebags, you don't think you've seen prettier eyes in all your life.

“g'night, ‘toshi. pretty pretty ‘toshi with the pretty eyes,” you giggle a little at your words, and the way you gaze at him has his heart thumping in a heavier manner than he's used to.

“sleep well, babe,” is all he can muster— his mind is too preoccupied with the beauty of you to say anything else. dear lord, you make him so very nervous.

shinso stays awake while you give way to sleep, trying to understand the strangeness in his heartbeat, the wonder swimming in his veins and the content pooling into his stomach. he's never called it what it is before— but tonight has made him aware that he just might start doing exactly that.

there wasn't anything better to call it, anyway— ‘love’ has never fitted a singular person so well before.

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