Based On The Headcannon That Bakugo Katsuki Sleeps Every Night At Exactly 8:30PM

Ribs by lorde came up in my recommended songs and I had to write down this idea b4 I forgot it. Sigh..

Older! Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

(You both are 43)

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When you realized you were getting old wasn’t when the store clerk bagging your groceries called you ‘ma’am’ or when you and Katsuki’s son graduated.

It wasn’t even when you first started noticing grey hairs appearing. No, it was when you discovered you and Katsuki have been married for 20 years.

You and Katsuki married young; 23 actually.

A lot of people said that the two of you should wait until 25 but you both had already decided that you guys had waited long enough.

You laid in bed, hugging his broad frame. Trailing all the years of scars gained after every fight he fought and won.

His angry expression only able to soften a little bit as a cause of aging. his glasses perched on the bridge of his scrunched nose and though his eyes were aged he still had the same deep crimson shade .

His quirk causing hearing loss gifted him a nice pair of hearing aids that he hates, but forces himself to suck up just to hear your beautiful voice whisper your sweet affections..

“we’ve been married for 20 years.” you said leaning up giving him a few kisses, an act of love that felt natural for you. “ Yeah we have.” He said having an arm wrapped securely around you.

After that you guys didn’t really talk, just laying comfortably with eachother in silence. That’s kinda what you guys did.

“We’re growing old together.” You smile into his side playing with the wedding ring he kept on a chain necklace. “mhm.” He closed his eyes smiling remembering a memory he thought was stupid in the moment but now he held closest to his heart.

He pulled you in closer burying his face in your hair. “n I wouldn’t change anything, I love my life and I fuckin’ love my sweet girl.”

The name rolling off his tongue, the same nickname from high school still staying even though it’s been a few years since anyone has called you a girl.

“I love you too hubby.” You hug him tighter. You both fell asleep in eachothers arms and that’s how you both planned every night to look like.

In the arms of the man you’ve never stopped loving and admiring.

me when the devastating fanfic I chose to read is actually devastating

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”

📧 you have three (3) new messages !

@ touyatodoroki ˒ 5h ago

— “cool cool cool”

contents; smau. IGNORE TIME STAMPS PLEASE AND THANK YOU! roommate! touya. loooot’s of profanity. touya has family problems. mention & consumption of alcohol. not necessarily quirkless au, but no quirks are mentioned.

No wonder bkg can't stand his ass

bakugo hates valentine’s day.

okay, maybe “hate” is a strong word, but he definitely doesn’t like it. it’s annoying. people are all sappy and stupid, the halls are full of pink and red decorations, and worst of all—you’re standing there with an armful of chocolates, love letters, and little gifts like some kind of valentine’s royalty.

he watches from across the hallway, arms crossed, scowl deep. every time someone hands you something, his jaw clenches a little tighter.

“tch. the hell’s wrong with people,” he mutters under his breath.

kirishima, who’s unfortunately standing next to him, grins. “jealous, bro?”

“shut up.”

but yeah, maybe he is.

it’s just—why the hell are all these extras giving you things? like, sure, you’re great—sweet, smart, way too nice for your own good—but that doesn’t mean every random idiot in school gets to shower you with gifts. you’re not theirs to spoil.

if anything, only he should be doing that.

not that he ever has. but that’s beside the point.

his eyes narrow as another guy hands you a box of chocolates, and you flash them that bright, grateful smile of yours. bakugo huffs, glaring daggers into the side of the poor bastard’s head.

“dumbass,” he grumbles, kicking the floor. “what’s so special about today anyway? if you like someone, you should just—” he cuts himself off, biting the inside of his cheek.

kirishima raises an eyebrow. “just what?”

“nothing.”

he exhales sharply, watching as you struggle to carry all your gifts, fumbling as you try to pick up a small card that falls from the pile. before he even realizes he’s moving, he’s there, grabbing the card and shoving it back into your arms.

“thanks, bakugo!” you beam at him. “this is crazy, right? i didn’t think i’d get this many.”

he clicks his tongue, looking away. “yeah. real crazy.”

you tilt your head, blinking at him. “you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“…you just look kinda mad.”

“i always look mad.”

you laugh. “true.”

his fingers twitch. he could just—ugh, this is stupid. he could just give you something right now, claim his damn spot before any of these extras get the wrong idea.

but then you shift the pile of valentines in your arms, your sleeve slipping just enough for him to notice—one of the bracelets he gave you months ago still snug around your wrist.

…fine. maybe these other losers got their chance today.

but he’s the one who’s always gonna be around, valentine’s day or not.

THE MEDIA THINK YOU’RE DATING THE WRONG HERO | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ denki, midoriya, bakugou, monoma

requests open !

got inspired by the trailer

<3 masterlist sequel <3

pro gamer bf kinich who can’t even remember how he got recruited. his streams have the most basic layout. just a random box of his deadpan face at the side of the screen. not even saying shit 80% of the time and the only noises you’d hear from his live are the angry sounding clicking noise.

sightings of you at the background happen so often, fans make compilations and even post screenshots on twitter of you cuddling with a purring ajaw at your shared bed.

kinich, with his powerful resting bitch face, tolerates the loud cheers whenever he enters tourneys with his team. the only smiling face beside him is your supportive presence, along with mualani who excitedly invites everyone to a victory dinner.

during a bloodborne endurance stream, your bf who never struggles to keep his cool, was bursting with bubbling frustration which surprised his audience.

you, not knowing any better and assumed he wasn’t live, began consoling his hunched form while petting his hair. unaware to the speedy way his chat is spamming at the unexpected way kinich nuzzles into your stomach. some would even say he whined.

the team loves dragging his ass for that, they never fail to mention how soft he is whenever it comes to you.

during a backstage interview after another seasonal victory, he almost jumps on sethos who had the courage to tease and expose him to the interviewer. mualani starts recording the scene so that she could send it to you while xiao and ga-ming watch from the side, the youngest occasionally trying to mediate the situation.

you only found out about the whole ordeal through twitter, asking him about it while kinich grumbles into your shoulder.

sigh. monotone and deadpan streamer kinich w a feral fandom who eats up his interactions with his s/o

HEY me again 😖 i loved the last request so why not another one 👀

Can we possibly do bakugo, kirishima, denki, or even monoma (i cant choose just one boy rn-) x reader who has a really dangerously strong fire quirk??

So basically like endevour or toya/dabi but more stronger, dangerous and uncontrollable, some background reader had a brother but when she got her quirk she almost disintegrated her brother (idk like her brother is deku?) and every time she uses her quirk she basically gets small burns.

But one day she gets upser at something random like idk a sad video of a cat… ik that gets me. But anyway, she gets sad from something and her quirk goes crazy and she nearly burns the dorms down by accident and has a really nasty burn, and it’s basically the bois trying to calm her down because the sad video reminded her of her shitty childhood????

I tried to make sense of it 😭 sounds better in my head… pls eat and drink, dont forget to brush ur hair/teeth, and shower and to sleeeep!!!

BAIII

-Monty

BURN, BABY, BURN!

FEATURING Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Ejiro Kirishima x Reader, and Neito Monoma x Reader (individual)

SUMMARY How the boys react to a reader with a fire quirk losing control.

CONTENT WARNINGS Fluff!!! Slight angst, Bakugo being Bakugo, Kirishima calls the reader sunshine ^.^, Monoma (yes, he's a warning), losing control of a quirk, mentions of burns/injury

AUTHORS NOTE @montybooks!!! Babe, you are back at it again with another awesome request! Seeing this in my inbox brought me out of my schoolwork induced zombie-like trance state for just long enough to write this. And as a thank you for returning, I decided why write for one, when I could write for them all ;) hope you enjoy!!!

⚡ Kaminari Denki

Denki is used to powerful quirks. Bakugo’s explosions? Shoto’s fire? Yeah, whatever. But this? The way the air warps from the sheer heat of your flames, how the floorboards crackle and blacken beneath your feet—this is something else entirely.

The moment he sees you trembling, sees the panic in your eyes, he moves—instinctively, without hesitation.

“Babe—babe, look at me!” His voice shakes, but he forces himself to grin because he knows you need something to ground you.

The fire is licking at his skin, his uniform singing at the edges, but he doesn’t care. You’re upset, and that’s all that matters.

When the fire finally dies down, leaving the room scorched, smoky, and silent, he barely gets a second to breathe before he sees the burns crawling up your arms.

“Shit—okay, okay, don’t freak out—wait, no, you can freak out, but like, not too much, ‘cause I seriously don’t wanna die right now—”

He immediately starts cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood, even as he carefully helps you to the floor. “Y’know, next time you wanna cuddle, babe, maybe don’t turn the dorms into a volcano?”

His usual joking tone falters when he sees your expression. Your hands are shaking, and you look…scared.

So, he pulls you in, wraps his arms around you despite the heat still radiating off you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his voice soft, steady.

“I don’t care how strong your quirk is. I don’t care if you turn this whole school to ash. You’re still my girl, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses your temple, his usual goofiness gone, replaced with something deeper, something more real.

“Now, let’s get some ice on those burns before you roast me alive, yeah?”

🧨 Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo knows power. He respects power. And your quirk? It’s terrifying.

But he doesn’t flinch when the fire erupts. He doesn’t run. He runs toward you.

“Oi! Snap out of it!” His voice is commanding, cutting through the crackling flames.

The air is boiling, smoke stinging his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes forward, grabbing your wrist despite the heat scorching his skin.

Your eyes snap to his, wide, filled with fear. His grip tightens. “You control this, dumbass. Not the other way around.”

When the fire finally fades, he catches you before you can collapse. His arms are strong, steady, unwavering.

His heart drops when he sees the burn on your skin. He clenches his jaw so hard it aches.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, like he’s trying to will it into existence.

He sees the way you’re avoiding his gaze, and something in him snaps.

“Tch. Dumbass, you think I’m scared of some flames? I make explosions for a living!” He growls, but his hands are gentle when they grab your face.

He forces you to look at him, his crimson eyes blazing with something fierce. “You think this changes anything? You think this makes me wanna run?”

He cups your face, thumb grazing the edge of a burn. “Not a damn chance.”

That night, he doesn’t leave your side. He keeps his hands on you—a grounding presence, a reminder that he’s here.

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The second he sees the fire consume the room, he doesn’t think—he just acts.

He hardens his body, pushing through the inferno, ignoring the embers scorching his arms. He refuses to leave you alone in this.

“Sunshine!” His voice is loud, steady, unshakable. He grins through the heat, his hands reaching for you.

“I gotcha, sunshine—I’m right here!” His voice is loud, steady, reassuring. He doesn’t flinch, not even when the flames lick at his skin.

When you collapse, he catches you immediately, holding you tightly against his chest. His hands shake as he sees the raw burn on your skin.

His heart aches because he knows—he knows how much this hurts you, not just physically, but emotionally.

His hands are gentle as he cradles you against his chest, his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeats it like a mantra, as if saying it enough will make it true.

“I don’t care how dangerous it is—I’m staying. No way in hell am I leaving you alone right now.”

Later, as he helps wrap your burns, his voice softens. “You’re not dangerous to me. Never have been, never will be.”

He kisses your scorched knuckles, eyes filled with something unwavering, unbreakable.

“You’re strong, babe. Stronger than this. And I’ll remind you every damn day if I have to.”

🎭 Monoma Neito

“Oh, wonderful. The dorms are on fire. Again.”

His sarcasm doesn’t hide the way he rushes toward you, even as the flames lash out, searing the air.

“Honestly, what do they teach you in training? How to annihilate everything in a ten-mile radius?” His voice is sharp, mocking.

The moment he sees you clutching your head, shaking, something in him twists.

His expression shifts. He’s still smirking, still snide, but there’s a different kind of sharpness now—focused, calculating.

“You’re not going to burn me.” He says it like it’s a fact, like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

He steps closer—slow, deliberate. The heat is unbearable, his skin screams, but he refuses to flinch.

“Tch. Look at you,” he sighs, stepping closer, ignoring the flames curling around his uniform. “Terrifying, destructive—you’re lucky I like dangerous women.”

“You’re so dramatic, you know that?” His voice is steady, unwavering. “What, are you going to cry next? Maybe throw in some evil laughter? Go full villain for me?”

The flames pulse, waver. His eyes narrow.

Got you.

He doesn’t hesitate when he sees the burns on your arms. His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides.

He doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, pressed against him, even as he grumbles.

“Look at you,” he tuts, running a careful hand over your singed hair. “An absolute disaster, as usual.”

But his touch is gentle, precise. He takes your wrists, assessing the burns with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“And now I have to deal with the consequences of your recklessness.” A dramatic sigh. “Truly, my suffering knows no end.”

But then—his fingers graze yours, barely a touch. His voice drops.

“You’re okay.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A demand.

When you don’t respond, he taps your forehead lightly—just enough to snap you out of it. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

His usual smirk is gone. His gaze is piercing, serious.

“You’re okay,” he says again, softer this time.

That night, he doesn’t let you hide away. No sulking, no brooding. Not on his watch.

He sits beside you, cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, smirking like he owns the place.

“You’re not going to wallow,” he declares. “Because if you do, I’ll be forced to drag you out of your own self-loathing.”

A pause. Then, a mock gasp. “Wait, is that what this is? Are you sad because you think I’m scared of you?”

He leans in, grinning, voice dropping to a low murmur.

He whispers, his breath warm against your ear, “If I was scared of you, I wouldn’t be here.”

His fingers brush yours, his touch featherlight, teasing. “So stop being so dramatic and let me take care of you.”

And just like that, the smirk softens. The teasing fades, just a little.

“You’re strong,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You’re…you.”

His lips press against your scorched knuckles. It’s barely a kiss, just the lightest ghost of warmth.

“And I like you exactly the way you are.”

"Oh, and next time, give me a little warning before you try to burn the school down, hmm?”

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!