storiestoobsessover

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part one

the music was loud. too loud. bass-heavy beats rattled the walls, drowning out drunken conversations and the occasional, ear-splitting whoo! from someone who’d had one too many shots. the house was packed, every square inch filled with people who weren’t you.

and yet, katsuki saw only you.

leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, your head tilted back as you laughed at something some random asshole said. katsuki barely registered the guy’s face. all he saw was the way your smile stretched wide, the way your hand rested lightly on the counter, the way you weren’t paying attention to him.

his grip on his own cup tightened.

eijiro had ditched him ages ago, somewhere between his third beer and his “dude, i gotta check on my little sister.” which meant you were supposed to be under watch. which meant you shouldn’t be standing here, giggling at some nobody like you didn’t have a six-foot, red-haired menace for a brother who was ready to kick some ass.

“off limits, dude.”

bullshit.

katsuki wasn’t the type to step in unless absolutely necessary. but this? this was necessary.

he stormed over, his presence sucking the air from the room the second he got close. the guy talking to you faltered mid-sentence, side-eyeing katsuki like he’d just realized he’d been trespassing.

“oh—uh... hey, man, what’s up?”

“scram.”

the guy blinked.

“what?”

katsuki took another step forward, eyes glinting under the dim, neon glow of the kitchen lights.

“you deaf? i said scram.”

he didn’t have to say it twice.

you rolled your eyes as your partner scurried off, not wanting to test his luck against bakugou katsuki.

“really?” you sighed, crossing your arms. “was that necessary?”

“you tell me,” katsuki muttered, his eyes flicking over you, lingering on your lips that have stopped smiling.

you looked too damn good tonight. soft, glowing skin, a dress that hugged your curves, hair falling over your shoulders like you were some kind of problem sent to ruin him.

his jaw clenched.

“he was totally harmless,” you continued, sipping your drink. “not that it’s any of your business.”

his business?

katsuki narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to keep eye contact.

“the hell it ain’t,” he muttered.

he expected you to shove him, roll your eyes, call him dramatic. instead, you just looked at him like you were finally seeing the way his fists clenched at his sides. the way his breath hitched when you leaned in, just slightly, your voice dropping to something sweeter.

“oh?” you tilted your head, lips curving mischievously. “then what is it to you, katsuki?”

fuck.

there always seemed to be something so dangerous about having his name on your lips. it made his head spin and something hot and restless coil in his stomach.

this was bad.

he exhaled, forcing his gaze away, forcing himself to move before he did something stupid.

like kiss you.

“eijiro’s looking for you,” he muttered, turning on his heel. “get your ass back to him before he starts losing his shit.”

he didn’t wait for your reaction. didn’t stick around to see the way your brows furrowed or how you chewed on your lip like you were holding something back.

he just walked away with his fists clenched yet again.

off limits, my ass.

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

Deku-sensei & GEMG Dynamight ♡♡♡♡♡

Clip Studio Paint | Dec 3, 2024

What they do at those lectures ig

A little comfort for my baby Kacchan cause he needs it rn (I'm the one who needs it)

once again feeling the need to harp HARD on language barriers in monsterfucking fics.....them not quite understanding why you're upset.....but they know that when they play with your clit for a while you'll spasm a few times then and fall asleep.............

it's not what it seems! // smau

when your roommate has a guest over

izuku midoriya, shinsou hitoshi, sero hanta

continuation of this post, requested by [⚡️] who wanted to see denki become even more of a yearn-y devoted mess in the form of a bf <3. divider by @strangergraphics cw. 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, fem!reader

touchstarved!denki who slowly chafes at the “friends with benefits” label and grows determined to prove he’s boyfriend material

touchstarved!denki who starts to insist on going out before you hook up, each date starting with a small trinket that reminded him of you, “couldn’t not get it for my girl” said with a big dopey smile

touchstarved!denki who’s actually so nervous under the teasing, care-free tone he’s sporting

touchstarved!denki who asks if you’ll be his girlfriend later that night , a blush creeping across his cheeks and tinging the tips of his ears

touchstarved!denki who shows you how happy he is to be officially yours by worshipping your body, hands trailing down your waist, your hips, your thighs, babbling out nonsense as you ride him, “my pretty girlfriend knows just how to take care of me, huh baby? god, you feel so good”

touchstarved!denki who wakes you up the next morning with his tongue between your legs, adorable smirk on his face, "good morning to my girl and my girl only," he laughs before licking your clit until you scream

thinking about how katsuki is obsessed with you when he's drunk! it doesn't happen very often due to how health conscious that man is, but when he is drunk, he can't keep his eyes—or hands, off of you. and it's not even sexual, the way he gently rests his hand on your lower back, or how he drapes his long limbs and loose body around you. he presses little kisses to your head every so often and drags you to sit on his lap in the middle of conversations, his focus always on you.

if you get up to get another drink, he's close behind, hands gently resting on your hips as you lean against the bar to talk to the bartender. and if you’re giggling at little too much over what the bartender is saying, katsuki gets a little pouty and will gently tug on a lock of your hair, letting you know that he’s still right behind you.

random idea: the paparazzi take photos of Bakugou while he is naked in the courtyard of his mansion. The photos are viral all around the world, trends everywhere (imagine PopCrave tweeting about that, lol). The it tophic with the most viral tweet exceeds 600,000 likes since obviously what caught the most attention was the immense, almost inhuman Bakugou's cock size: almost 8 inches without even being hard. The only question everyone is asking is how the hell it will be while being hard.

But Bakugou is surprisingly chill about this, proud even. He logs into his Twitter account for the first time ever, which was created and managed by his public relations team (I don't know how it's called) and simply tweets:

"My wife owns that." The bastard even has it pinned on his profile. It doesn't take long for it to be his most liked tweet and with the time reach one million likes. Other weeks of trends about him...But also about his girl. She's lucky asf.

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ SHAMELESS KATSUKI ENJOYERRR!! happy chinese new year to anyone who celebrates it btw 💜💜

you storm into the living room, phone clutched in your hand, cheeks burning as you glare at your husband lounging on the couch, scrolling through his own phone like he didn’t just set the internet on fire over his soft, 8 inch dick.

“you—” you point at him accusingly, eyes wild. “you absolute fucking bastard.”

katsuki glances up from his phone, his expression is the definition of being so fucking smug. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“oh, i don't know, katsuki. maybe its the fact that the entire world just saw your dick, and instead of just, oh, i don’t know, taking legal action or being embarrassed, you tweeted—” you glance at your phone to quote him exactly, voice going pitches higher with each word. “‘my wife owns that.’ and pinned it.”

his lips twitch, but he keeps it cool. “and?"

you gape at him. “and?! katsuki, the world has seen you naked! and instead of being mad or contacting your pr team about this, you’re out here, tweeting this shit, like you’re proud of it!”

his smirk only widens. “tch, ‘cause i am proud.” he leans back, stretching, muscles flexing like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “not my fault the whole world can’t handle what you get every night.”

your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.”

you knew he was shameless, but this? this is a whole new level. and what makes it worse are the comments. thousands of people speculating, thirsting, straight-up praying to be in your place.

you whimper dramatically. “the comments, katsuki. the comments.”

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. “what about ‘em?”

“people keep saying i must be the luckiest woman alive,” you mutter, glancing at other tweets with an ungodly number of likes, like ”his wife must be the happiest woman on earth” or "the girl must’ve saved a nation in her past life", followed by an entire thread of inappropriate lewd theories (some were true).

katsuki snickers. “well, they ain’t wrong.”

you slap his arm, face on fire. “stop! have you really no shame?"

“none,” he grins before finally putting his phone down, sitting up, his arms resting on his knees. “why? you mad, sugar?”

“no! i mean—well, i should be! do you have any idea what people are saying about me?"

“yeah, they’re saying you’re lucky as fuck. and they’re right.”

you groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. “they’re also saying things like ‘she must be getting split in half every night’ or ‘"his wife must be in heaven every night'."

he throws his head back in a full laugh. “good. let ‘em know.”

you smack his arm. “katsuki!”

he chuckles and reaches for you, catching your wrist and tugging you down onto his lap with such ridiculous ease. “why’re you gettin’ so worked up, huh? it’s the truth.” his voice drops lower as he leans in. “and they don’t even know half of it.”

you groan, burying your face again in his chest. “i hate you.”

“nah,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck. “you know you love me, sugar.”

and damn it, you do. but you’ll never admit it right now—not when he's kissing you down your neck, pressing what the internet has been buzzing about against your damp panties. especially not when he’s being the most shameless, loving husband on the planet.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

We're not even dating

FWB!Katsuki Bakugo x reader smau A littleeee suggestive This is my first actual post on here so if you like this please send in some requests! Hope you enjoy!

congrats on 1k!! 🎞️ could i request a denki smau thats enemies to lovers? i love your writing!

on my nerves

d.kaminari

-enemies(?) to lovers

Just read your horny bakugou post about eating. Hear me out- imagine how hard he gets when he sees you literally licking the plate clean off his food.

post for reference

you're so right, this would have him straight-up BARKING

man is already just about as obsessed with you as it gets, but seeing you lap up food that he prepared for you himself? hauls you up on the kitchen table by your thighs without so much as a warning, knocking down dishes and spilling over glasses—

"baby, the mess," you get out before he's cutting you off with his mouth

"fuck the mess this time," he snarls, biting at your lips, your throat, your collarbone. if he could fucking inhale you he would, anything to get you closer. "sittin' over there groanin' like a fuckin' whore over my food. did you really think this was gonna end without your perfect lil cunt wrapped around me?"

presses you down on the table, hands under your shoulder blades, hips pounding into you, "i know ya like being taken care of pretty thing. show me how much by creamin' all over my cock, yeah? fuckkkk, there's my girl"

on the fwb topic.. could i request a tenya one but the way he acts with yn is like nothing like just fwb 😍😿😭😻🥰😻 thank you wink

crying lightening

i.tenya

-your friend with benefits comes with wayyy more benefits.

OKAY ELS <3 i waited until the last day for this and ik i was gonna submit izuku but ............... can i have graveyard shift coworker shigs who youre not entirely too fond of but he likes bothering you bc it gets rlly boring and quiet at nights !! smau or written whichever ya like is fineee THANK YOU

graveflower

s.tomura

-the graveyard gets quiet and lonely at night- your there to keep him company.

PHASES OF THE MOON art by Thiago Corrêa

Ghostin ⋆｡°✩ MHA boys SMAU

Masterlist ୨ৎ

you leave them on delivered for a litttttle too long

Incl : Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto todoroki, Denki Kaminari

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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : the way if someone did this to me i would fully crash out

Warnings : Female!Reader, Fluff/Crack, sick mention (kinda) , violence mention, probs OOC, swearing, petnames, classic Bakugo warnings, drinking mention

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if he isnt like denki then i dont want him

Second design

Part 4 of the Erasermight fake marriage AU! All Might is here! And ready to help! This couldn’t possibly go wrong, could it?

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transferring to a new university was nerve-wracking. but finding out on day one that there was no dorm room for you? even worse.

apparently, some glitch in the system left your name off the dormitory list. and now, there wasn’t a single open spot on campus. you wanted to cry, but calling your parents and worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do.

so you spent the entire evening scouring for solutions. a faculty member pointed you to a site where students looking for roommates could post listings, and by some miracle, you found one that seemed decent. the description was short but to the point: “apartment near campus. one room available. quiet. no bullshit.”

it wasn’t exactly the warmest ad, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. you sent a text, got a short reply, and now here you were.

standing outside the apartment door, your arms ached from carrying a heavy box of books and sentimental junk while your suitcase full of clothes sat by your feet. you hesitated for a second before knocking. the moment the door opened, you almost regretted your entire life.

a tall guy with white hair, scarred skin, and heavy-lidded, almost dead-looking eyes stared back at you. his presence was so intimidating that your first instinct was to turn and run back down the hall. but you froze instead, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“is touya here?” you managed to squeak out, trying your best not to sound completely terrified.

he raised an eyebrow. “speaking. who the hell are you?” his voice was deep and rough, his tone sharp enough to cut.

“i-i’m y/n. your... roommate? i applied here two days ago, we spoke over t—”

“oh. right.” he cut you off, scratching the back of his neck. “didn’t think you’d be here so damn early.”

if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was complaining. but then again, it was 7 a.m. if anything, you must’ve woken him up.

“ya need help with all that?” he asked, gesturing toward the box in your arms.

“uh, yes... please,” you said, relieved and surprised he even offered.

he grabbed the box with one hand like it weighed nothing, and you followed him inside, dragging your suitcase behind you. he set the box on the dining table and kicked the door shut behind him. the place was neat. not spotless, but cleaner than you expected. the furniture was simple, dark-colored, and kind of mismatched, giving the place a weirdly manly vibe.

“bathroom’s down the hall,” touya said lazily, pointing. “kitchen’s over there. don’t leave your shit everywhere. and that’s your room.”

he gestured toward a door at the end of the hall, and you followed him inside. the room was small but tidy. the bed was bare, just a mattress and a pillow, but it was clean. there was a desk and a small closet, too. it doesn’t look like anyone’s ever stayed there.

“anyway,” he muttered, turning to leave. “don’t make too much noise. i don’t like loud people.”

six months later, you’ve realized that living with touya had been an adjustment. at first, there were awkward “hi” and “bye” exchanges, brief encounters in the kitchen as you grabbed a granola bar or nuked leftovers in the microwave. he wasn’t much of a talker, which was fine because you weren’t either. not to him anyway.

but then, slowly, things started to change.

it began with shared dinners. a random night where you’d made too much pasta, shyly offering him some because it felt wrong to eat in front of him while he sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. he’d taken the plate with a gruff “thanks,” but the next night, there was an extra bowl of ramen waiting for you when you got home from class.

from there, it spiraled into routine. dinners became a shared activity, a small tradition where you’d sit across from each other, trading sarcastic comments and the occasional genuine laugh. somewhere in between, touya went from your intimidating, scar-faced roommate to your closest friend. you told him everything now—your classes, your crushes, your petty grievances. he listened, mostly. sometimes, he’d even chime in with advice, though his tone always bordered on teasing.

so when you burst through the door that night, cheeks flushed with excitement, it felt natural to dump the day’s events onto him. touya was already on the couch, two bowls of noodles on the coffee table. his lips quirked into a small smile as he watched you kick off your shoes and drop your bag haphazardly by the door.

“guess what?” you beamed, practically bouncing onto the couch beside him, knees brushing his thigh. “some guy asked me out today!”

his smile faltered, but you didn’t notice. you were too caught up in recounting the story, your voice light and animated as you detailed every little moment.

touya’s grip on his chopsticks tightened. he forced a small chuckle, though it sounded strained.

“can’t believe this actually happened!”

“yeah, well… it’s about time,” he muttered.

but you didn’t hear the sarcasm laced in his words. you were too wrapped up in your own excitement, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched or how his gaze lingered a second too long on your face.

he should’ve been happy for you. he told himself he was. roommates didn’t catch feelings, not ones like this. and yet, every time you smiled at him like that, so sweet and innocent, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

the days blurred after that. you went on your first date, then your second, then your third. touya tried to convince himself it was fine. this was fine. he was just your roommate. but you started coming home later and later, your absence stretching into the kind of silence that made his skin crawl.

the noodles he made for you—carefully cooked just the way you liked them—sat untouched on the counter, growing cold as the hours ticked by. he’d find himself sitting on the couch, staring at the door, half-hoping and half-dreading the moment you’d walk in, cheeks flushed with the afterglow of another date.

he hated it.

he hated him. the guy you wouldn’t shut up about, the one who’d taken up too much of your time, your attention. it should be him you’re coming straight home to after school.

touya couldn’t stand it anymore.

he barely needed to put in the effort. you were so trusting, so sweet, and all that innocent yapping gave him everything he needed. your schedule, your habits, even the places you liked to study or hang out. all it took was one stop after his own classes ended to track him down: the library.

the guy was just sitting there, headphones in, engrossed in his laptop.

by the time touya was done talking to him, the guy was pale and nodding, muttering weak promises to do as he was told. touya left the library without a backward glance, his mind already on you.

he got home with enough time to spare, pulling out the instant noodles he knew you loved, the ice cream he bought on the way back. he even set the table, everything arranged just the way you liked it. he’d planned it all perfectly, down to the minute.

and then the door creaked open, and there you were.

he already expected it but it still hurt nonetheless when he saw you—eyes red and swollen, your lips trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. the faintest sniffle escaped, your hands clutching the strap of your bag like it was the only thing anchoring you.

“he broke up with me,” you choked out, voice cracking.

and he almost regret what he’s done. almost.

you didn’t have to say more. he crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his chest. his hoodie smelled like laundry detergent and faintly of cigarettes, and you buried your face into the fabric, tears soaking through.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hand rubbed slow circles on your back. “he’s an idiot. didn’t deserve you anyway.”

his lips brushed the crown of your head, a gesture so soft, so tender, it made your heart ache in a different way.

you melted into him, his arms the safest place you’d ever known. and as he whispered quiet reassurances, a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

this was how it should be. you, in his arms, leaning on him, trusting him. he’d make sure it stayed that way. you were his, even if you didn’t realize it yet.

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

best friend katsuki who starts finding himself getting a bit too flustered around you.

it starts with a hug.

you're so fucking dramatic, he thinks.

every time you see each other, you might as well be standing in the middle of an airport with the crowd split down the middle and fireworks going off in the background.

he'd never admit it, but he loves the theatrics. he loves the click between you when you lock eyes in a crowded room. he loves your "half-run" towards him and the hop you do right before you wrap your arms around his neck.

of course you two always get odd looks, because despite being best friends since childhood, and everyone knowing it, they still can't seem to understand how a person like you can get along with a person like him.

"you're choking me," he breathlessly chuckles, "ya missed me or something?"

"something like that." you murmur, the smile apparent in your voice.

katsuki stops breathing for a moment when his fingers sink into the soft skin of your waist and his palm goes flush against your bare lower back.

why the fuck is your shirt so short?

i should move my hand.

you're so warm.

i shouldn't be thinking about this.

he doesn't say anything, and he sure as hell isn't letting go first. instead, he buries his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, hoping that he could blame the blush blooming over his cheeks on the hot summer day.

"what's wrong?" you finally pull away, one hand locked on his shoulder and the other sliding down his bicep.

"what?"

his eyes lock onto your own. he's fighting the urge to trail his eyes down your body- see how that crop top looks from the front now that he knows how it feels.

"you seem weird."

"says the weirdo." he scoffs. "m'fine."

you roll your eyes, letting your hands drop to your side.

"come get a soda with me." you almost demand, starting to walk off knowing he'd follow close behind.

no one else in the world would dare speak to katsuki the way you do. he’d never allow it, but that attitude coming from you only had his heart racing even faster.

"you paying?"

"i have you to do that for me, don't i?"

you turn your head over your shoulder, flashing him that toothy grin of yours, and that's when katsuki knew for certain.

he was fucked.

todo sibling gc: promise / natsuo gets hitched

feat: todoroki siblings, you are dating touya <3

warnings / cache notes: language, fem!reader, all siblings are legal age to drink, if there’s any typos or whatever no you didn’t see it

req📌: ✔️ a LOOOIOOT of you req something with the fam and natsuo’s wedding related so i mixed two asks together! tehes

m.list

© accidentcache do not repost, translate or alter my work without permission. all rights reserved.

3 times bakugou tried to kiss you + 1 time he actually did !!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: i can never not write something cute with katsukiii, actually no it’s most of my faves ngl. anyways no warnings here! reader is gender neutral and this is just pure fluff!!

1.

the gym was hot and noisy, filled with the sound of fists hitting pads and shoes squeaking against the mats. bakugou wiped the sweat off his face, barely winded, but when he turned around, there was you, standing at the edge of the ring, smiling at him like he’d just won a damn medal.

“what the hell are you smiling at?” bakugou barked, storming over.

you blinked up at him, your hands clasped in front of you. “you’re really amazing, you know that? you’re so strong!”

bakugou’s heart stumbled over itself. His brain screamed, say something cool, idiot, do something cool! instead, he muttered, “tch. whatever,” and leaned closer, his face hovering inches from yours.

your smile faltered. you took a step back, eyes wide. “sorry, katsuki! did i do something wrong?”

the words hit bakugou like a slap. this was totally going in the wrong direction. “what? no! you—” he cut himself off, growling in frustration before spinning on his heel. “forget it!” he snapped over his shoulder, storming out of the gym.

behind him, you continued to stare after him, completely baffled.

2.

the rain pattered against the umbrella as bakugou held it over both your heads. it wasn’t a big umbrella, which meant that you had to stick close to his side, your shoulder brushing against his every few steps.

“thanks for walking me home,” you said, your voice soft, almost drowned out by the rain.

bakugou swallowed hard. “whatever. not like i had anything better to do.” liar.

the warmth of your presence was messing with his head. his eyes flicked to your face, droplets of water clinging to your fluttering lashes. his heart kicked into overdrive.

he shifted the umbrella slightly, leaning closer under the guise of adjusting it. your lips were right there, soft and pink and—

“oh!” you crouched suddenly, eyes wide as you scooped something off the ground. “it’s a kitten!”

“eh?” bakugou froze mid-lean, almost dropping the umbrella.

you cradled the soaked little animal in your arms, smiling. “look how cute it is! poor thing.”

katsuki gritted his teeth. “yeah, cute,” he muttered, glaring at the oblivious cat like it had just personally insulted him.

3.

the room was dark except for the faint glow of the tv screen. the others were all passed out on the floor or slumped against the furniture, leaving bakugou and you alone on the couch.

you were snuggled under a blanket, your eyes glued to the movie. you weren’t even paying attention to him, which was just as well, because bakugou could barely breathe with you sitting so close.

his fingers curled into the fabric of his sweatpants. come on, just do it. it’s not a big deal. just lean over and—

you shifted suddenly, yawning as you stretched your arms above your head. one of your hands smacked him right in the face.

“ah! oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you gasped, sitting up straight.

bakugou clutched his face, cheeks burning. “what the hell?! watch where you’re swinging those things, idiot!”

“i didn’t mean to! are you okay?” your fingers tried to pry off his hand, but he reflexively waved you off.

“i’m fine!” he snapped, scooting to the far end of the couch, crossing his arms, and glaring at the screen like it was the movie’s fault. he didn’t look at you for the rest of the night.

+ 1.

the city stretched out below them, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. you sat on the edge of the rooftop, your legs dangling over the side. you looked sad, your usual brightness dimmed, which really concerned bakugou.

“i just… don’t know if i’m good enough,” you said softly, your hands twisting in your lap.

bakugou leaned against the railing a few feet away, his jaw tightening. “that’s stupid,” he said gruffly.

you glanced up at him, surprised. “what?”

bakugou rubbed his face, tugging his mask higher over his forehead before directing his gaze at you.

“you’re good enough,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was choking on the words. “you’re better than good enough. you’re—” he cut himself off, scowling.

your lips quirked into a small, tentative smile. “thanks. that means a lot. you’re… nicer than you act, you know.”

katsuki’s chest felt too tight, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. “screw it,” he muttered under his breath. before he could lose his nerve, he crossed the space between you and him in two quick steps, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

you gasped softly against his lips, but didn’t pull away. instead, your hands found their way to his arms, holding on gently as you kissed him back.

for the first time, bakugou felt like he wasn’t completely screwing everything up.

Touya would def be down to arson with you on your period. It makes him feel better

it keeps him out of the dog house for saying stupid shit

currently having heart palpitation over hawks being soft just for you. subby!hawks

you’re the one person where he feels comfortable shedding his many personas, the only one who actually makes him feel safe. it’s why he’s here now, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face pressed into your neck, huffing down your scent like a man seeking reason in a mad world

he’s a performer, a do-gooder, a hero intent on flashing bells and whistles so no one will know that the pain originates inside of him, so the minute he hears your soft little voice say, “bad day, baby?” he’s practically doubled over in gratitude, in relief—finally, finally, he can put the performance away

he just nods against your neck, body tense, and lets you take the lead. closes his eyes tight to keep himself from falling apart when you whisper in his ear, “let me do all the thinking, then, okay?”

when you care for him like this, he’s hesitant to call it sex. it’s something more sacred, divine, your body transcending the words he knows you long to use. you make him feel something he’s never felt in his entire life

you gently push him onto the couch and unbuckle his pants, knowing smile curling your lips when you see how hard he is, straining along the length of his thigh

“poor baby,” you coo and lean in, licking him through his briefs. he nearly cums then and there, fists his hand in the back of your hair to stop you—

“sorry gorgeous,” he says, chest heaving. you love taking care of him because it produces this effect, golden eyes blown out in arousal, wings rippling out and preening behind him. “need you too much for that.”

both of you undress economically and without fuss—skin-to-skin contact is the goal, and hawks already thinks of your beauty as sacrosanct. it doesn’t matter if you sashay your hips at him or not; the want is there 24/7 regardless

you cup his face in your hands and kiss him, gently working your clit along the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth until his hands clamp down on your hips in a silent plea

hawks’ arms wrap around your waist once you roll down onto him, holding you close, forehead pressed to yours as you ride him, mouth hung open in pleasure

he begs you to go harder, faster, “please dove, feel how fucking close I am” as his cock pulses inside you

as he gets closer, he mumbles a litany of moans and whimpers into your neck, punctuating each roll of his hips with a claim, “my darling, my little bird, my fucking girl”—drinks in the sight of you falling apart on his lap like a man finding salvation

later, when you're carding your fingers through his hair in the shower, he says what he's been meaning to for months, "I love you, too"

Part 4 of my EraserMight fake marriage AU! It’s almost time to face the mighty music. Midnight is not amused but hilarity will certainly ensue.

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Now for the real fun! While I have the main beats of the fight planned, Bakugou's other quirks aren't set in stone, so I'm welcoming suggestions.

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was not aware that tumblr would fw sumiko like that lol HEEYYYYYYY

here’s some screencaps i made

drunk texts

｡𖦹°‧ ft. touya todoroki

a/n: i literally text like this when im drunk 💔

i feel like this is the perfect request cus of your theme

but can you pls write a smau of us asking the mha boys why they aren’t comfortable coming over to our room in our house and they say because of the absurd collection of sonny angels & smiskis and the boys say they’re uncomfortable with naked babies staring at them when they’re trying to sleep ☺️☺️

⁀➷ CREEPY BABIES

pairing. shinso, bakugou, izuku x reader

when they don’t like going to your dorm and you can’t seem to figure out why…

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for your 1k event, may i perchance request a childhood bsf with benefits w bakugou

smau please 🎞️ 🙏🏽

it’s always been you.

b.katsuki

-childhood bestfriends -> fwbs -> ?

this request ! fem ! reader , period mentions , swearing

"katsuki... i said 'pads with wings'."

trying to explain to your angry and embarrassed boyfriend what the difference was with pads with wings, and pads with chicken wings. clearly, katsuki didn't know about the former, and had assumed you wanted normal pads and a box of chicken wings. naturally, he had internally questioned the correlation between the two items, but he knew better than to question what you want.

"thats what i fuckin' bought ya! yer pads and wings, so what the fuck are ya laughin' bout??!" katsuki scowled, slamming the pads and box of wings onto the counter and glaring at you. he was embarrassed at how long you had been laughing at him, but he didn't understand what you found so funny about the situation.

once you had stopped laughing, you showed katsuki a picture of pads with wings on your phone, watching the realisation dawn on his face. his cheeks turned an angry red and he immediately began to try and defend himself, claiming that he 'knew what you meant but he wanted to mess with you.' snatching the box of wings from the table, he stormed out of the room, huffing that he was going to eat them.

the next time you send katsuki out to go get you pads, he returns with the correct pads, and a basket full of snacks and your favourite drinks. not to mention, he also brings ingredients to make your own wings, since he claimed that the wings from last time tasted like shit, and that he could make them a hundred times better himself.

you knew he just wanted to spend more time with you when you weren't feeling great on your period and give you something fun to do, but you kept your mouth shut and joined him in the kitchen.

TOSHINKO MY BELOVED