﹒♡ CONFESSION Ft. Katsuki Bakugo

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

04162025 — PARADISE h. iwaizumi x reader

word count 924 warnings this will give you cavities and probably diabetes from how sweet it is

THE MORNING SUN’S RAYS slowly filtered through the sheer fabric of their curtains; warm golden hues touched everything they could reach, painting the room in a soft, sleepy light. The light danced across their sheets, casting soft shadows on skin still warm from sleep.

For a moment, their world was quiet—a bubble of serenity, just the sound of slow breathing and the rustle of linen as one of them stirred, reluctant to let the morning break their spell.

Outside, the city was already pulsing with life—the muffled sounds of cars engines in the distance, a stray dog barking once, twice, before disappearing into the hum of the morning. But none of it mattered here. Not yet.

The clock on the bedside table read 10:32 AM in big, bold letters—late enough to stir, early enough to stay. But here, in the cocoon of their shared stillness, time moved differently. Slower, more gently.

He shifted under the sheets, reaching out with sleep-heavy hands to find her, drawn by instinct more than thought. Skin met skin, bodies molded into each other, a quiet exhale and a small smile before any words. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, her strawberry-scented hair the only barrier between him and the warmth of her skin.

As she leaned into his touched, he couldn’t help but wonder how mornings ever felt complete before her—before the quiet, the warmth, the way she fit so perfectly against him.

He kissed the top of her shoulder, slow and lingering, murmuring a soft ‘it’s ten’ against the fabric of her shirt, an old college shirt that formerly belonged to him. His voice was low, deep, thick with sleep, and rough around the edges—her favorite part of shared mornings with him.

“We should get up.”

She didn’t stir at first, just nestled deeper into the warmth of the bed, her fingers curling against the crumpled sheets.

“Five more minutes.” She whispered.

He huffed a small laugh, the sound low in his throat.

“Pancakes.” He offered, voice a little more awake, yet still rough around the edges. “With those ridiculous chocolate chips you like. And strawberries. I’ll even make the syrup warm and put whipped cream on the side for you.”

The promise hung thick in the air, sweet and sticky like syrup itself but she didn’t move—didn’t even open her eyes. All it did was earn him the slightest twitch of her lips, barely a hint of a lazy smile.

“You say that like you’re actually gonna get up,” she whispered, her voice soft, brushed with amusement and sleep. He smirked lazily, but made no effort to shift. His arm still slung around her like it found its place and it didn’t intend to leave.

“I had full intentions. Was practically halfway out the bed in my head.”

“Well, you can woo me from the kitchen.” She yawned, grabbing at thin quilt on top of her and tugging it up past her nose. Her words were muffled, barely audible over the rustling of the sheets. Yet, she still leaned into him, body seeking the warmth he offered.

He smiled into her hair, pressing a slow kiss to the crown of her head, fingers tracing lazy circles onto the skin of her arms, almost absentminded.

“Well, how’m I supposed to woo you from all the way over there?” He whispered, voice low and fond. “Can’t exactly spoon pancakes into your mouth from the kitchen, now can I?”

She made a soft, sleepy noise that may have been a laugh—or maybe just agreement. Her cold toes brushed against his leg, but he didn’t flinch. Just tucked the quilt tighter around her and adjusted slightly, like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“You’re very clingy for someone who just promised pancakes, Haji,” she teased, turning her head to peek at him through half-lidded eyes.

He just rolled his eyes back, but the smile spreading across his face betrayed him. The sheets shifted slightly as he pulled her closer—if that was at all possible—limbs fitting together like puzzle pieces worn in by use. Her hand found his, warm and familiar, and she laced their fingers together under the covers.

“I was really going to make them,” he said again, quieter now.

“I know.”

They fell quiet again. Not because there was nothing to say, but because nothing needed saying. The kind of silence that was full, not empty—the hum of breath, the shift of fabric, the quiet intimacy of two people so used to sharing space that even their stillness fit together.

“Come back t’sleep with me.” Her smile was sleepy and small, eyes fluttering shut. And he knew they were lost again—back in the in-between space where dreams linger and the morning moves like honey.

“Okay.”

The clock blinked 10:58 AM now. The sunlight continued to filter through their curtains, pooling on their floor. Their apartment still remained quiet, and the world outside continued on with the day. It was still late enough to stir. Still early enough to stay. And Hajime Iwaizumi just laid there, arms around her, the familiar weight of her against him, her heartbeat a soft echo beneath his hand.

This was his favorite part of the day. The stillness. The warmth. The way her fingers felt around his. It was his own small slice of paradise, tucked between worn sheets, the weight of love resting quietly in his arms.

And as he fell back to sleep to the noise of her quiet breath falls, he decided the pancakes could wait.

it’s 3am i’m tired. “diya writing fluff in our year old the lord 2025?” <- @mayyhaps’ reaction while beta reading. thank u may for beta reading #iappreciateuverymany (paradise rewrite for u @sahrberrii i hope u enjoy)

𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 🍰₊ little wish

katsuki bakugou is a notoriously light sleeper. he also goes to bed relatively early, and tonight is no exception. 

you’re kind of banking on the former when you shift in bed to face him, a little after midnight. 

his eyes flutter open, brow creasing when your fingers gently trace the line of his jaw. 

your smile is almost enough to ward away the post-waking grumpiness. 

“happy birthday, kacchan.” 

he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. “it’s late, what’re ya doing?”

“how does it feel to have completed another year of being a top hero, smokin’ hot public figure, world-class chef, weirdly inspiring personal motivator, frontliner in the sassy man apocalypse, aaand my favorite person in the whole world?”

“feels like i wanna go back to bed,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“fair,” you giggle softly, his nose tickling your collarbone. “any regrets?”

he huffs, breath warm against hour skin. “tch. not w’you.”

“good,” you hum, hands carding through his hair. “special wishes?”

“besides more sleep?”

“besides more sleep,” you agree, huffing out a little laugh. 

he pretends to think about it, voice muffled into your neck. his lips brush your skin when he speaks. “nothin’ special. just you.”

you beam into the dark, squeezing your arms around him. 

“and thai for dinner. the spicy kind. maybe cheesecake for dessert.”

“done and done.”

it’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the faint street noises and your mixed breathing filling the room. you think he’s fallen back asleep until he speaks in a low murmur. 

“‘m really your favorite?”

“in the whole damn world.”

“hmph. good. now let’s go back to bed.”

“whatever the birthday boy wants.”

pngs and icon not mine, dividers by @/saradika-graphics — i could proofread this but im not going to. silly thing to say happy birthday to The weirdo ever!! love and goodnight <33

i just want all my secrets back, i don’t want anyone to know anything about me anymore 

hii~ hope you're well! can i req no. 7&9 from list 1 for sieun! thankyou💗

a/n: late as hell but pls enjoy sjsj

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your head whipped to the door as you heard a knock. that's really weird- your guardian(s) weren't supposed to be home till a lot later in the night. you stood up and shuffled from the parlor and to the front door, carefully peeking in the peephole, fully anticipating some sort of psycho murderer, but instead being met with the boy you adored the most.

quickly unlocking the door, ushered him in and locked it behind him. "hey, didn't expect you to come over." he didn't respond, only placing his bag down on the floor as he pulled off his shoes. you walked over to the table to grab your phone before making your way over to your room, not looking behind you because you knew he'd follow.

it soon hit you that he hadn't said anything since he came. you checked the time and realized it's way, way earlier then he normally would get here, as his commute time was now more than double the amount it was before.

"you're really early today-" as you turned around, you immediately noticed the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "sieun?" you walked over to him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes stared into yours before he simply shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. “okay,” you said, voice softer than a whisper before taking him into your arms. he gently reciprocated, his face naturally falling into the crook of your neck as the tears silently fell onto you, sighing tiredly.

you placed a hand on his head, brushing your fingers through his hair that you only now noticed seemed to be ruffled. when he finally pulled away with a frown on his face, you once again cupped his cheeks and kissed all over his face before placing a kiss on his lips, “i wish i could kiss all your tears away.”

he only gazed at you tiredly as you pulled his forehead to meet yours, the tips of your noses touching. “let’s go lay down, hm?”

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i'd like to take him for a ride-

airhead jock bf! yuji with you, who has to have things all planned out or you will explode. she will literally plan so meticulously but no matter what, yuji always seems to be the one with his life planned out better than yours. he's got so many away games, he got accepted into a university by his second year in high school, he knows what he's gonna do with his life. you're proud of him but it can be genuinely frustrating sometimes. but whenever you get frustrated, the one who makes you relax is yuji himself - since he's jusat cruising through high school after his acceptance, he has more time to cater to you when he's at school. stressed for a test? he already booked a study room and ordered food. not getting enough sleep? he has a car, and blankets especially for you. overbooked yourself? yuji's got you covered wherever. it is his ultimate goal to get you to relax. life always has a way of working out in the end.

katsuki with reader who has an rbf and scares eijiro

you stood across the room from katsuki, listening to ochaco rant about izuku, who was undeniably in love with her as well. you glanced at your boyfriend and tilted your head, wondering why he hadn’t come over to you in a while. you then switched to his red-headed friend, eijiro, who was sweating and averted his gaze as soon as your eyes landed on his.

you frowned. did eijiro seriously hate you? he always seemed so distressed around you, so nervous, so aware, so unsafe. but you forced yourself to stare at ochaco and nod along with her words, although you were still worrying about what katsuki’s best friend thought of you.

“dude, your girlfriend looks… scary. it’s like whenever i look at her, she wants to kill me! kind of like how you look at me but worse—”eijiro ranted to katsuki, who was next to him in the classroom.

he quickly cut his friend off, “shut the hell up and don’t talk about her that way. you’re lucky i don’t blast you out of that window right now.” your boyfriend glared at him, fully meaning his words. he continued, “say some shit about her like that again and i’ll beat your ass without a second thought.”

but before eijiro could respond, the bell rang, and class ended. most of the students returned to their dorms for various reasons including to study, hang out with their friends, or rest. others, including you, went outside to a nearby bakery to buy some sweets for yourself, the girls, katsuki, and eijiro. hopefully, after this, he wouldn’t think you’re just some mean girl who his best friend is dating. you really wanted to make a good impression on your boyfriend’s friends.

meanwhile, katsuki and the redhead were playing video games in eijiro’s room. suddenly, katsuki got a text from you, asking where he was. he quickly put down the controller, with complaints from eijiro, and texted you back. a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

the redhead tilted his head and paused the game, then stood up from the floor and opened the door. his eyes widened when he saw you were standing there with two containers of cake. shit, was he staring too long in the classroom? were you there to beat him up for even glancing at you?

you interrupted his thoughts when you stated, “here, for you and katsuki,” then reached your hands out to give him the cake containers. red velvet, his favorite, and spice cake, your boyfriend’s favorite. you continued, “i felt bad when you looked so nervous in the classroom. you always look so…” you thought for a moment and looked up, “distressed when you’re around me. i hope i’m not scary or anything.”

he took the containers out of your hand and gave you a sweet smile, “how ‘bout you come in? your boyfriend’s been talking about you this whole time.” he wiggled his eyebrows, earning a yell and mini-explosion to his back, making him grunt. he moved aside for you to walk in after you thanked him, and quickly traveled over to the blonde, whose neck you grabbed to give a plush kiss on his lips.

katsuki smirked and spoke for eijiro, “he’s intimidated by you because of your resting face.”

you ‘ohh’d and nodded, then looked at eijiro as he sat down next to you. you replied and grinned, “don’t feel scared of me, whenever i look irritated, i’m normally not. feel free to come talk to me anytime, don’t be shy!”

after what you said, eijiro and katsuki’s minds both began to clear up. katsuki was frustrated because of what his best friend said about you, and how you most likely thought he hated you. meanwhile, it was the opposite for his best friend, who thought you hated him.

so you and the redhead talked for hours, with him and katsuki playing videogames as you lay your legs across your boyfriend’s. he randomly pulled your ankle closer to him, causing you to nearly sit on his lap. he began to grumble whenever his friend talked, then you and eijiro both finally realized.

the redhead showed his sharp teeth with a smile, “you jealous, dude? if you want to talk with your girl alone, i don’t mind.”

he mumbled at his friend’s teasing, who eyed him with a certain look, “there’s no reason for me to be jealous—“

you grinned, “aww, kats, you’re adorable when you’re jealous!”

“shut up,” he mumbled but pulled you closer, gaining a laugh out of you and his friend. the three of you began to converse and play the game together, but all katsuki could think about was how well you and eijiro got along. he was glad, as all of your worries dissipated into thin air as soon as all of you talked, and you ate your cake together until you passed out from exhaustion.

hi guys! tysm for 800 followers. i’m taking katsuki and eijiro reqs, sorry if this seems more eijiro x reader than katsuki x reader

when people are like "i didn't come here to make friends" i'm like thats sooooo unrelatable. i am always on the look out for some girl friends. I would be in that hunger games cornucopia like "your ex boyfriend did WHAT."

add up my love | ft. s.hinata

synopsis: after pining after you for what feels like a lifetime, hinata shoyo finally gets to experience the bliss that is waking up next to you.

pairing: ts!hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: kinda suggestive (waking up next to each other), slight manga spoilers | genre: fluff | wc: 946

Shoyo can’t believe his luck. Rolling over in bed, he’s greeted by the sweet— and slightly humorous— image of your sleeping figure. You look so peaceful like this, with your hair strewn across his threadbare pillowcase. The figure of the pillow you’re currently resting on is misshapen and wrinkled from the lack of care it’s received during his time abroad.

Last night, he had been embarrassed when you walked in and saw the disarray of his place. When he had imagined taking the person he’s been in love with since high school home, it hadn’t been to a bare and dusty room, but everything happened so fast last night, and he didn’t exactly have time to clean the place up for you. You hadn’t seemed to mind, though.

That was one of the things he liked most about you. How understanding and patient you always were.

Reminiscing on the past evening has his chest swelling with affection and excitement. He’s not sure he can contain his happiness for much longer.

“Are you up yet?” He whispers, trying his best to keep his voice level. In spite of his efforts, his voice penetrates the quiet hum that surrounds his room in a rather abrupt manner.

“Hm?” You murmur sleepily, which makes the spiker’s heartbeat speed up. The sound thrums in his ears, causing his face to heat up.

“I, um-“ He starts, nervous, “ Just asked if you’re up.”

You shift slightly, signaling that you’re still fighting sleepiness. Peeking out of one eye, you shoot Shoyo a soft smile before stretching your limbs slightly. The subtle action quickens his heartbeat, and a wide, unconscious smile spreads across his face. He can’t believe that he gets to experience you like this. A warm tenderness spreads through his body as he admires you further. You’re cute when you’re sleeping, and you’re even cuter when you’ve just woken up.

He may die from happiness.

“What’re you smiling at?” You hum, moving to rest your head on his chest. Shoyo’s sure you can hear the loud boom of his heart, but he’s decided he doesn’t care. All his cards are on the table now; he might as well play them. Blushing, he pulls you closer to him, doing his best to contain how elated he is at this moment.

You nuzzle your face into his chest, and he decides he’s definitely going to die.

Clearing his throat, he smiles down at you, his grin growing impossibly wider. He decides to take a chance when he picks up a piece of your hair and begins to play with it. The feeling of the lock between his fingers has him reveling in the intimacy of the moment. He thinks back to his time in Brazil when he opened up to Heitor about you. His beach volleyball partner had found it amusing— how hopelessly head over heels Shoyo was for you. He’ll have to text him as soon as he gets the chance.

“I asked what you’re smiling about.” You interrupt, poking his cheek playfully, eyes bright with mirth.

Shoyo considers his answer, trying to remember the tips Heitor had given him about how to speak to someone you’re interested in. Mind wandering, his eyes shift to the side of the room. He examines the shabby curtains and takes note of the morning light slipping through them. Maybe he’ll tell you he’s happy you’re here, or he’ll compliment you on how pretty you are. Did you like things like that? He hopes you do.

Before he can decide on an answer, his stomach grumbles loudly.

He freezes, slightly mortified, as the noise echoes through the room. He’s pretty sure Heitor never mentioned that loud stomach noises were a way to make himself more attractive to people.

“Hungry?” You laugh.

Breathing a sigh of relief at your amusement, he chuckles sheepishly, “I guess so.”

You sit up in bed, removing yourself from his grasp, and it’s all Shoyo can do to stop himself from pulling you back in again. Now that he’s experienced your warmth, he never wants to let go.

“You have food here? I can make us something,” You suggest, pushing a loose strand of hair back, bringing more attention to your face. Your position perfectly aligns with the sliver of sun that his curtains have allowed in. The ray of light shines down on you like you’re something out of a dream, which Shoyo figures isn’t half untrue.

Sitting up on his elbows, he shivers from the feeling of the covers slipping off and the cold air hitting his chest. While jarring, it’s a welcome feeling. It reminds him that he’s here and that he’s alive.

“I don’t think there’s much here,” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think I have, like, some chicken and protein shakes?” Cringing at the statement, he decides he’ll need to stop by the grocery store later today. He needs to be more prepared, especially if you’re going to be coming over more often.

Again, you laugh, looking down at him in adoration.

“I promise I usually have more. Back in Brazil, I-“ He tries to explain but is cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his. His breath catches, and electricity shoots through him. The scent of your shampoo is hypnotic. Eagerly, he tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull back before he can.

Staring at you in awe, he pouts at the sudden loss of feeling. You giggle and lay down on him again, “Let’s just stay here then. I like doing this.”

His heart swells once more, and he glances downward at you, smiling, “I like doing this too.”