#MHA Fanfiction

[rosereveries]

what do you mean you’re together?

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff.

“What do you mean you’re together?”

Silence hit the common room like a slap.

Bakugou stood with his arms crossed, scowling. “Are you deaf? We’re dating. Me and her.”

All eyes turned to you. You gave a small shrug. “Surprise?”

“Since when?!” Mina shrieked.

“School festival,” Bakugou muttered.

“That was six months ago!!” Kaminari practically screamed.

“You’ve been hiding it this whole time?” Kirishima asked, betrayed.

Bakugou scoffed. “You extras would’ve made it a circus.”

“But you yelled at her over a croissant yesterday,” Jirou pointed out.

“She got mine after.”

The room paused.

Then—

The room exploded.

“You guys are unbelievable!”

“Who else is secretly dating?! Todoroki? Are you hiding someone too?!”

“I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WHEN HE SAID ‘PLEASE’ LAST WEEK!!”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and looked away, ears just barely pink.

“Tch. This is exactly why we didn’t say anything.”

You tried not to smile too much.

He didn’t look at you—but he didn’t move away either.

Typical Bakugou.

©rosereveries

[katsukilvr]

“you take wednesday, thursday, then just send her my way, think i got it covered for the weekend..”. katsuki bakugou x reader.

content warning: cheating, fem reader, readers bf is an asshole and a bum, dorms, suggestive, smut, katsuki is cocky asf, not proofread, cunnilingus, katsuki likes ur tits, author doesn’t know how to write smut,. lmk if i forgot anything! <3

you and bakugo weren’t friends but you weren’t enemies either. you were just around each other often. you were in the same middle and high school together but never interacted but he had seen you during training and that’s how he gained respect for you.

you were dedicated. strong. no nonsense. smart and beautiful.. so he never picked on you like he did others.

of course you guys had a conversation or two, you were in 1-A together so eventually you had to partner for sparring or projects but it never fully flourished into any friendship, just familiarity. you both were comfortable to ask for favors, pick up a paper if it slipped out of their hand, etc. etc.

now it was rounding the end of your years at UA. it was your senior year and finals were coming up and everyone was on edge and you know what didn’t help?

your bum ass boyfriend. or at least that was what all your friends called him.

you couldn’t help but agree. he was sweet when you guys first met, giving you flowers, compliments, showering you with love, but as time passed the love slowly stopped before you figured out he cheated on you.

it broke your heart obviously, and you don’t know why but when he begged you to take him back, you did, because you missed him, but he was back to being his old, loveless self.

bakugo noticed this, heard of this, through word of mouth, (his gossiping hg, mina).

you deserved better than him. your boyfriend wasnt half the man he was, he would treat you so much better. is what he thought everytime he heard what your boyfriend did, or saw him with you.

anyways, with finals right around the corner, everyone was tense. you needed a stress reliever and your boyfriend was a stress inducer.

you also needed to study more for the grueling exams next week, and you remembered who was the top of the class and offered to help you earlier in the year. bakugo. he wouldn’t mind tutoring you right?

so one day after school, you found him in the common room kitchen, cooking up some ramen.

you cleared your throat, and he turned his head, noticing you and offering a nod before turning back to his noodles.

“what do you want?” he grumbled, pouring the hot water into the foam cup, stirring it with chopsticks.

“sorry for bothering you but uhh.. could you tutor me? i’m stuck with this area in math and—“

he interrupted you, “yeah whatever. what time?”

you smiled. “whenever your free.”

he nodded for you to follow him and brought an extra pair of chopsticks. you followed him up to his dorm, stepping inside you could see posters of rock bands and all might hung on his wall, one of those drum sets that connect to headphones in the corner, his textbooks and room an organized mess.

you sat down on the edge of his bed, making small talk.

you were surprised to find out how easy he was to talk to when he wasn’t yelling or angry at the world.

conversation flowed easy between the two of you as he searched for his math textbooks, throwing them on the bed beside you as he climbed on it, sitting down.

“what did you need help with?” he asked, looking at you. you opened your textbook, flipping to the page that gave you the most trouble. you were about to move the book so he could see better because he was infront of you, instead, he moved to sit next to you, your knees pressing together since you were both sitting in a criss cross position.

you could smell his cologne, feel his warmth.

“uhh here. i don’t know what im doing wrong.”

he furrowed his brows, looking at the problem. “how are you doing the problem?” he asked, watching as you scribbled down your thought process and work.

he let out a low chuckle, stopping you at a certain step. “here.” he said, looking down at you.

you looked up at him, smiling softly and it felt like time slowed down. all of a sudden you were strangely aware of everything. his small dimples shining in his smile, his red eyes flickering across your face, his lips moving as he explained what you did wrong in the problem.

shit. you weren’t listening.

“got that?” he asked, his eyes never leaving you.

you asked him to repeat, looking away from him so you can actually focus. he laughed and let out a tsk before explaining again. it’s almost like he knew what he was doing to you.

and he did know.

he knew for a fact your were pent up. tense. stressed. he knew your boyfriend wasn’t doing his job.

he took your pen, your fingers brushing as he leaned in closer. “here, watch me.” he said as he walked you through the equation, glancing at you more and more. god you looked pretty today.

he wasn’t like this. he felt like a pervert but your sweet and flowery perfume was getting to him, your low cut shirt had his eyes traveling often. his face was flushed and he kept having to adjust his position so you wouldn’t see the tent growing in his sweats.

you guys did a couple more practice questions, both of you shifting closer and closer until..

he snapped, when you guys made eye contact again and had another one of those.. moments.. he couldn’t help but lean in closer, giving you time to pull away before he kissed your soft lips.

his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer and closer, your bodies tangled together. his back rested again the headboard as he pulled you onto his lap. you straddled him, your legs on either sides of his. the kiss lasted until both of you were breathless. you pulled away slightly, catching your breath, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. did you just cheat on your boyfriend?

almost like he read your mind, katsuki interrupted your thoughts.

“give that bastard a taste of his own medicine.” he grumbled, his hands straining up and down your sides reassuringly. “do you want to stop?”

you had to admit, you didn’t. it felt real fucking good to kiss someone good at kissing. so you leaned in, kissing him again, you arms wrapping around his neck as you moved impossibly closer, both of you wanting to be as close as possible.

his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, thumbs caressing the smooth, warm sling underneath, not moving, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, like you’d disappear out of his hands any second, and you kissed him back equally.

you guided his hands upwards, letting him touch you and he definitely took that opportunity.

his hands slowly traveled up, holding the weight of your breasts in his hands before he started fondling them, kissing you again as his thumbs rolled over your nipples. your breath hitched, a small noise leaving your lips. he stopped kissed you, looking at you with a new, hungry look.

he wanted to hear that noise again. and again. and again. his hands slowly tugged your shirt up, throwing it on his floor, licking his lips as he stares at your chest, a small smile on his face as his lips attacked your neck, his hands moving behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall as his lips trailed down.. down.. down..

his mouth reached your nipple, and you let out a small moan as he practically worshiped your tits, one hand playing with the other as he coaxed every little moan and gasp out of you.

“so fucking beautiful.” he babbled, looking at you like you hung the moon. “let me taste you.” he whispered as he left a mark on your right tit.

you bit your lip, nodding. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, laying you on your back as he slowly tugged at the waistband of your skirt. “use your words, beautiful.” he whispered, his breath tickling your inner thigh.

“yes, you can.” you murmured, your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands slowly pushed your legs apart. he stared at your pretty cunt, biting his lip before diving in.

his tongue slid up and down your slick folds, reaching your clit and sucking and flicking, drawing out moans and gasps from you. “quiet down, pretty girl, these walls are thin.” he whispered against your cunt before getting back to eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

you wish this was the last time, but it became a past time. (hamilton ref ^_^)

you kept attending these.. tutor sessions with him, and suddenly your mood improved around everyone. you found the stress relief you needed and it was mind-blowing orgasms from katsuki.

he gave you everything you needed, more than your boyfriend could in a year, and katsuki took pride in that. he became smug.

everytime you were out with your boyfriend, you could feel a pair of red eyes burning into your back.

katsuki got touchy, real touchy. around everyone. all of a sudden he always had an arm around your shoulder, always making you food, always having you around, and of course, your boyfriend was skeptical, and incredibly insecure, even if his suspicions were correct, he would never let you get so close with anybody.

so when he sees this strong, top of his class, charming, handsome guy practically always on top of his girlfriend, naturally, he starts an argument about it and tells you to stop talking to bakugo.

so late at night, you’d sneak into his dorm, or he’d sneak into yours for ‘study’ sessions, and he’d take you on dates on the weekend.

eventually you dumped your boyfriend, not wanting bakugo as just a side piece, but your boyfriend that you can actually kiss and love in public.

and he couldn’t wait to show you off either, flaunting in your now ex’s face by leaving hickeys on your neck and buying you the most expensive jewelry, and making you the happiest you’ve ever been, something that your bum ex never could do.

was it morally grey to kiss you when you had a boyfriend? ..maybe.. was it the best decision he ever made? undoubtedly yes.

A/N: hi guys i’m glad to be back. also i am inexperienced so please excuse if my smut isn’t realistic or to ur standards :(.

[fushigurosluvr]

“shh, baby. you can take it, i know you can.” your hands are desperately clawing at the sheets, knuckles turning white as you clutched the soft fabric beneath them. your throat was hoarse from all the sounds katsuki had pulled from you since you walked in the door.

“katsuuu…s’too much.” this only seemed to spur your husband on even more, tongue messily circling your clit before dropping down to softly poke at your sopping hole. if anybody could see him now, pro-hero dynamight, on his knees for his pretty little wife, they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. “c’mon, sweets, i had a rough day. you wanna make me happy don’t you?” you nodded, whines being tugged from your throat as his fingers began to poke at your entrance.

“my pretty wife. always so good for me.”

katsuki always spouted pussydrunk nonsense when he was eating you out. something about wrapping his lips around your puffy little clit always made his brain short-circuit. “you’re getting tighter, sweets. y’gonna cum?” your hands weaved themselves into his hair, perfectly manicured nails scratching at his scalp and pulling him further into your pussy. “p-please, sukiii.”

he chuckled, the vibration sending a shock straight to your core, pushing you over the edge right as his lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking over the bud in both the best and the worst way. your body began convulsing, fingers tightening in his blonde locks, keeping his face pressed desperately in your heat as you rode out your orgasm.

“c’mere, baby. come gimme a kiss.” you lifted your head slightly for his lips to capture yours, letting out a moan as his tongue slipped into your mouth. he always made you taste yourself, no matter if it was a quickie or an all nighter.

you gasped as you felt the head of his cock slowly drag itself through your sopping folds, before tapping seductively on your little bud. “y’didnt think we were done, did ya?” your eyes widened, finding yourself transfixed on the cocky smirk spread across his face. “just lay back and look pretty, sweets. let me take care of my gorgeous wife.”

[nanaluvscoffee]

PLS WRITE MORE SERO ILYSM 👅

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random texts with your bf sero!!

warnings : mild profanity , slight sexual jokes

a/n : you ask and you shall receive , i love you more anon

[shewki]

Katsuki being sad because his wife (his girlfriend) doesn't want to talk to him (she went to shower) she hates him (she just said 'i love you' 5 minutes ago) their marriage (relationship) of a decade (3 years) might end up in a divorce because she doesnt give him time (she spends time with him everyday) and love (she tells him she loves him everyday with a kith) anymore. 😕 his dramatic ahh

[sinfessionsofalittledoll]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ just a random thought about ex-boyfriend dabi. ↳ 0.2k ↳ cw: ex dabi, p in v, general nsfw content 

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Thinking about ex-boyfriend Dabi.

During the day, he's keeping tabs on you, watching who you're with and what you're doing.

But at night, he's lurking outside your house, peering through your windows, itching to be closer to you.

It only takes one mistake, one window you forgot to lock, and he finds himself in front of you. Your eyes wide as you took in his figure. "My sweet little doll".

Cock buried to the hilt, spreading the walls of your cunt open as his hips snap into you. Mushroom head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside. "Come on, sweetheart, let go for me. I can feel the way your pretty pussy squeezes my cock".

Who only has to crash his lips onto yours in a messy kiss for it to tip you over the edge. back arching, A muffled moan as your body shuddered, your orgasm crashing through you in waves as heat flooded your core, Dabi's cock twitching as he filled you. "They'll never be able to satisfy you like I can".

When it's time for him to leave, he grips the back of your neck, lips hovering just above yours as he smirks. "It won't be long before you come back to me, doll".

And he was right. It wasn't long before you tracked him down, your once-distant relationship reigniting once more as you gave yourself to him completely again.

© sinfessionsofalittledoll 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify ᥫ᭡.

[vespryn]

.002

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader 

・❥・Bakugo doesn’t do PDA. Or handholding. Or softness. But the second you drift too far in a crowd? He’s pulling you back in like his life depends on it.

The first time you noticed it, it was subtle. Almost unintentional.

You were at a Pro Hero event. Something flashy and loud, crawling with fans, reporters, and the kind of people who loved to talk just to hear themselves speak.

Bakugo didn’t say much the entire night. Just scowled at his drink, occasionally muttered something sharp to Kirishima, and hovered within arm’s reach of you.

You chalked it up to moodiness until someone bumped into you from behind, too fast and too close.

You barely had time to react before you felt it:

his arm sliding around your waist, firm and low.

No words. No eye contact. No big display. Just there.

Grounding. Steady. Protective.

You looked up at him. He didn’t look back.

 “You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Watch where you’re walkin’.”

That was the end of it. No further explanation. But from then on, it kept happening.

………………

Crowded crosswalk?

He’d plant a hand on the small of your back.

Busy grocery store?

He’d nudge you in front of him, hand gripping your elbow so you didn’t get pulled into the flow of people.

Even during patrols, he always positioned himself on the outside between you and the street, body angled just enough to catch whatever might come.

You tried to point it out once.

 “Y’know, you always do that,” you said casually one afternoon as he guided you through a packed station.

“Do what.”

 “Keep me close.”

He grunted. “Tch. It's crowded.”

 “It was crowded yesterday too. And last week.”

“So? You wanna get shoved around by a bunch of shitty commuters?”

You smiled. “No. Just wondering if you’re ever gonna admit it.”

He didn’t reply.

But his fingers slipped down and intertwined with yours. Tight. Quiet. Like the answer was in the grip, not the words.

………………

You tested him once, just to see.

During a nighttime festival in the city – gold lights strung through the trees, the air thick with smoke and sugar – you slipped ahead through the crowd.

Not far. Just enough.

Bakugo’s voice cracked through the noise not ten seconds later.

 “The fuck are you doin’?”

You turned around with a teasing smirk. “I’m walking.”

He was already pushing through the crowd toward you, jaw tight, shoulders tense.

“You wanna get lost or somethin’?”

“It’s a festival, Katsuki. Not a warzone.”

 “Don’t care.”

He reached you and immediately grabbed your wrist – not hard, not aggressive, just secure. He muttered under his breath as he pulled you back toward him, hand drifting from your wrist to your fingers like muscle memory.

 “Don’t wander off like that.”

“You sound worried.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re holding my hand.”

 “You were stupid enough to drift off – what else was I supposed to do?”

You raised a brow. “I dunno. Admit you like having me close?”

He stopped walking.

You bumped into his back, startled.

He glanced back at you, eyes sharp and unreadable, then looked away just as quickly.

 “Stay where I can see you,” he muttered. “That’s it.”

But he didn’t let go of your hand the rest of the night.

Even when the crowd thinned.

Even when you were walking side by side on empty streets.

Even when you laced your fingers tighter, just to see what he’d do.

He didn’t say a word.

But he didn’t let go.

[ogwintersmind]

Every Life — Katsuki

⚠️ : a little angsty but there’s a happy ending I promise!

[Scene: The war]

The battlefield had been destroyed long ago—Unrecognizable—Ash, distracted metal, and the disgustingly sharp scent of blood in the air. The sounds of panicked civilians echo amidst the chaos. Bakugou’s palms are dripping with sweat and blood, his whole body is—Trembling from the adrenaline and overuse of his quirk.

“Katsuki! Behind you!”

You slam into the boy's body just as Shigaraki’s quirk detonation hits. Both of you go flying—heat, noise, pain. The sky spins.When you land, the world seems to go quiet. You’re on your back, and so is Katsuki. Less than a foot away, both unable to move, both bleeding, both dying, both side by side. For a moment he thinks he’s already dead, then he hears your breathing. Shallow and pained. He tries to move closer but his body won’t let him.

“Shitty timing..” he mutters. Coughing, the taste of iron and dirt on his tongue. “You just had to play hero, didn’t you?” You didn’t answer. Not at first. You turn your head to look at him. A broken smile dancing on your bloodied lips. “Couldn’t let you go alone.” He lets out a shaky scoff his eyes focused on the grey sky. “Always so damn shellfish.” He turns his head to meet your gaze. You reach for him. He meets you halfway, your hand trembling in his. Your fingers barely lock together.

“Promise me..” you whisper, voice barely audible. “Every life.. You spend it with me?” An uncharacteristic smile made its way across the boy's face, along with a single tear. He squeezes your hand with as much strength as his weak body would allow. “I’ll marry your dumbass,” he mutters. “Every fucking time.” His voice cracks a little towards the end. The war rages on in the distance— but here, in a bittersweet corner of the battlefield, it’s just you and him.

Two hearts, slowing together. Side by side.

[Scene: Another life.]

In a world that’s slightly more peaceful. No quirks, no war, just soft skin and quiet breaths.

Just the sound of two babies babbling in the next room followed by the sound of Katsuki’s voice. You shift under the covers, a hand resting on the curve of your swollen belly. Number three. The surprise baby. He returns carrying one baby on each arm, both clinging to him like little barnacles. “They want you,” he says plainly, but his eyes are soft.

“They always do.” He climbs into bed with them anyway, the four of you squished together in the sheets Side by side. The twins crawl between you and Katsuki, reaching out and babbling nonsense. You lean back into him, his palm instinctively resting on your belly. Katsuki takes in the scene. God, he couldn’t imagine anything better. He silently wished the two of you would be together in every life he’d live.

[Scene: A quiet flower field.]

A beautiful meadow sways in the breeze, wildflowers stretching towards the sun. Two flowers bloom in the center, side by side. A pretty flower with an orange-tinted center with red petals that adorn it, and a pale pink petaled one with a yellow center. As the wind whispers through them, they bend together. Always together.

[scene: soaring the sky]

Two birds are flying side by side in the late evening, chasing each other in the sky. One dives, the other follows. They land on a wire, side by side. He nudges her wing. She chirps in reply. They take off again— always flying home together. Side by side.

[Scene: two wrinkly oldies.]

Two hands clasp on a park bench. Wrinkled fingers, silver rings. The same eyes, the same souls. Side by side. Soft laughter filled the air as children played in the distance. “Hon? Do you believe in reincarnation?” You asked.

“Hell no, that’s stupid. Why?” Katsuki replied.

“Do you think if it’s real we’re together in another life?” You ask again, looking at him,

He looks over at that pretty wrinkled skin he fell in love with years and years ago.

“Hell yeah. In every life, idiot.”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I wrote thus in like 20 mins at 2am so it’s not proofread 😅

Thank you for reading!

XO- winter ❣️

Request r open!

[jeankirschteinsimp]

You were just coming to grab a drink, really. But then you saw him… your husband!katsukibakugou

Shirtless. Sweats slung low on his hips. Cooking like it was a damn sport.You stopped. Stared. Regretted nothing.

He didn’t even turn around. Just said, real casual,

“You gonna keep eye-fuckin’ me from the door, or you gonna come touch what’s yours?”

Your throat went dry. He chuckled, dark, low. The sound curled down your spine.

“Oh? My wife’s shy now?”

He finally turned, eyes locked on yours, wicked grin tugging at his mouth.

“Didn’t know watchin’ me stir soup got you all hot.”

You tried to speak. Failed.

He stepped in close, caging you against the counter with heat radiating off his bare skin.

“Say the word, baby. I’ll drop this ladle and spread you out on this countertop. I would rather want you as my meal anyways.”

And hell, he meant it.

Hope u like it luvs.

Give me some ideas what to write next!!

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Izuku's 100% a yearner.

After you break up with him, he pines for you for literal years. His friends worry about it. They try to get him to throw away all of the pictures he has framed of you around his apartment. They encourage him to at the very least put them away somewhere out of sight.

Katsuki threatens to hunt you down and kill you multiple times a month. But Izuku just smiles sadly and shakes his head.

"Maybe she'll come back?" He says, optimism crackling through his voice like electricity. "Maybe she still loves me deep down in her bones, and she'll find her way back."

[lissdiary]

katuski loves when you wear makeup. of course he loves your bare face, but he prefers kissing it all off until you look a mess. nothing beats the way you naturally look he loves your natural beauty, but he’s crazy for lipgloss. the way your lips feel when you kiss him, all glossy & sticky. it makes your lips look & taste so good, he loves fruit scented lipgloss.

it makes him feral, he gets so impatient when you take “too long” to reapply it. he’s basically eating your face at this point. he doesn’t care if he ends up having glitter on his lips, as long as he got it from you. eventually, he feels bad that you end up tossing another empty tube so he makes sure to restock it for you.

“yer’ takin too long, hurry” he taps his foot on the car floor, waiting for your to open your new gloss he just bought you. you open the tube, applying the pink gloss on your lips while looking in the car mirror. you look at him with a grin, showing how the glitter looks. he doesn’t hesitate to grab the back of your neck and pull you in.

“katsukii! i just applied it!” you whine, your boyfriend kissing off almost all your lipgloss. “m’ sorry baby, can’t help it.” he grabs your chin, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. it’s his addiction & he can’t get enough of it.

— not proof read !

send reqs ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[revolvingsaturn]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ beach special for my best friends bday featuring Tomura Shigaraki!!

skip to the ✧.* for the smut only.

Summary: you take a trip to the beach, although Tomura has other plans about how best to spend the time.

🫧🌱

The waves lap peacefully across the sand, frothing into inevitable nothingness and moving driftwood from their resting spots, the type to dislocate shells and soak your feet with spray. It’s a warm day in Japan, so naturally the only thing to do was a beach trip- Toga’s idea originally, although arguing against both her, you and Bubaigawara was a losing battle for Tomura; Dabi was too bored to bother caring, and Atsuhiro was entirely indifferent.

You are actually having fun, enjoying the way the sea provides a welcome respite from the heat; it’s cool, and when you look down you can see your feet sinking into the sand below. The bustle of Musutafu died out a few miles back, and you’re left with the low hum of the seaside port nearby; out near the ocean, it’s all quieter. There’s the occasional sound of a tram making its way around the seafront, although you’re tucked away in a little cove away from the town. Under other circumstances- like not being one of the most wanted fugitives in Japan- you probably would’ve lived out here.

You’d probably like to have a little house near the ocean, with wildflowers in the front garden and a collection of carefully selected and curated… well, you aren’t sure about that bit, being a wanted criminal doesn’t exactly leave time for hobbies. But you know you’d like to while away your days strolling through rows of quaint houses and stores, admiring the way the sea stretches over the horizon and meets the sky in the distance. Maybe in another life you would’ve been a painter.

You wonder what everyone would’ve done in another life, would you all be sat on the beach like this? Probably not, but you blame everything on society as a whole for the way you all turned out; although you do wonder what would’ve come of Tomura under different conditions.

You squint through the sun over at him, nestled just inside the cove of the calm, hidden beach you’d located. Your bikini clings to you uncomfortably and you pinch at the material to prevent it bunching around your hips as you stride across the beach towards him. Sand gets mixed with little pebbles and shards of broken seashell as you pad into his line of sight.

“Are you swimming or not? Even Dabi-“ you gesture towards him, grimacing at the way he toes at a dead crab, “-well, at least he’s left the cave at any rate.”

“I don’t like swimming.” Tomura replies curtly. “And it’s too warm.”

“Yeah, well maybe it’d help if you took off your coat. And you can just dip your feet in!”

He does actually remove his coat, mildly reluctantly, and you eye up his collarbones with quiet glee as he comes to his feet and slips his hands inside his pockets. Picking at a seashell, he turns to stare somewhat blankly at you like he doesn’t really know what to do now he’s up and instead resorts to inspecting the seashell from earlier with a half-gloved hand. It’s pretty, pale pink and speckled with imperfections. Maybe you’d collect seashells, line them up in organised lines on shelves or something; but thinking about your hypothetical parallel life on the Japanese coast won’t make Tomura agree with you.

“Fine, you don’t have to go in but at least come stand on the beach,” you say, “you might even have fun, who knows?”

A smile ghosts over his lips as he follows you onto the expanse of sand to stand rather awkwardly on the shore, watching you splash around with Toga and shriek exaggeratedly when Dabi dangles the dead crab from earlier at you, and pointedly trying -and failing miserably- to ignore the way your cleavage pushes together in your patterned two piece when you throw yourself away from him dramatically.

“It’s fun, Tomura- look, you don’t even have to tread water because you can just float!” Getting into a starfish position, the sea fills your ears with its neverending rushing. Everything is muffled as you float with your eyes closed in the bright Japanese sunshine, bobbing in the water and hair spreading out around your head like a giant misshapen halo. The water laps at your ears, softening the blow of the noises around you with bubbles; spray jumps up at your sides and face, dripping down your cheeks only to be thrown back up soon after in a continuous cyclical wave.

It’s a sense of peace you’re not as familiar with as you’d like to be; it’d be nice to just stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, the ocean has other ideas, and sends a wave crashing down into your face that leaves you sputtering and wincing at the saltwater in your eyes and lying on the beach like a washed up piece of seaweed. You retch at the water stinging your nose and throat, but glare at Dabi when he dares to chuckle down at you. Toga, too, receives a splash of water to her body as retaliation for her giggles. Tomura remains quiet, though.

“Can we still get sorbet-“ Toga’s saying, grinning toothily at your sand covered body.

“Ugh, I need a towel.. Tomura, where did you leave them?” You groan in annoyance, staggering to your feet and futilely attempting to wipe off the wet sand clinging to your chest.

“I’ll just show you, it’ll be easier.”

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“Oh my god, how far in did you put them? I can barely hear anybody anymore.” You grumble at Tomura, stepping over a ridge of smooth eroded rock that juts out from the wall of the cove and sitting down. Despite your grumbling, the cove is actually quite nice- it’s big, smooth walls of rock and the centuries old piles of unmoved pebbles in clusters around the edge of the occasional little pools are rather peaceful. It smells of sea, and it’s larger than expected; it twists further in from the entrance, leaving you and Tomura hidden from the rest of the league.

“Didn’t want them getting wet.”

You sigh, grabbing a long awaited beach towel from the pile and starting to scrub at your sandy knees, then your stomach, then finally your chest. The sand has mostly dried now, so it’s quick to crumble back into dust on the towel. Something about it reminds you of Tomura, although you’d never tell him. It’s then you realise he’s gone quiet, and behind his fringe his eyes are fixated on your chest.

He’s staring.

Hard.

“You okay, Tomura?” You snicker. He blinks hard.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, is that all?”

He blinks hard again, two times in a row. “You look, um, nice.” He chokes it out like niceties aren’t used to escaping his throat, and the admission of attraction is equivalent to accidentally decaying somebody. A mistake.

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“You know…” you say, slowly getting to your feet, “we’re totally hidden here. Nobody even knows where we are…”

It’s a very transparent way of stating what you want, but Tomura isn’t one for fancy language either so it works well on him. He swallows thickly, and gingerly brings a hand to rest on the soft flesh of your waist; you’ve done this so many times and he’s still awkward. Or, he’s awkward until you get your mouth on him and he kisses back like he’s been starving for it his entire life.

He’s not polite in the way he kisses, never has been- he doesn’t ease into it, it’s just an immediate and constant onslaught of teeth and lips that sends you reeling every single time. At present, he’s gripping your waist with one hand, the fabric of his gloves scratching at your bare skin while his other hand is busy digging into your wet scalp. His fingers tangle messily into your hair, clutching desperately at the roots like he’s trying to melt his bitten down nails into your skin.

Although, you aren’t gentle either- you’re tugging at his powder blue hair just as much, moaning into his open mouth and biting his lip hard enough to smear iron between the kisses. And then suddenly his hand is out of your hair and tugging your bikini bottoms to the side, fingers sliding through your wetness with ease- when he crooks two of them inside of your pussy, you squirm. He snarls.

Another thing about Tomura- he’s impatient, painfully so, and the moment you shove a shaky hand into his underwear he’s hissing at the touch unabashedly. He barely lets you get three swipes of your thumb over his slick tip before he’s manhandling you to lie on the same rocky outcrop you were just sat on. It’s uncomfortable, and your head lolls over the side, but you don’t really care about the assumed consequential sore neck and care more about ensuring he gets inside you as soon as humanly possible.

And when he does, after a failed messy attempt that had him bumping at your clit, it’s more relief than the sea could ever provide you- his cock hits all the spongy spots inside your pussy that you can just never seem to reach with your own fingers, and when he starts to move it’s another sensation entirely. He’s got you caged in on the uncomfortable outcrop, and he’s grinning against your jugular when he hears you whimper. It echoes off the walls and flushes you pink. Or, pinker- it’s hard to maintain a non-blushing face when he suddenly decides to whine into your damp skin.

Accompanied by the occasional whimper or moan from either of you, the soft slick sounds echoing around the cove are downright incriminating and you dread to think what would happen if someone heard. Not that Tomura cares, he’s got a poorly hidden possessive streak that bubbles truly to the surface whenever you have sex. He gets desperate, palming over the flesh of your chest or hips or waist like he’s trying to remind himself you’re really here; and you let him, because when he’s rutting up into you it melts any coherent sense you possessed before he was inside you.

He’s rutting into you now, sweat beading at his forehead and plastering his hair to his skin above you. Your hair was wet to begin with, although you’re starting to suspect this was Tomura’s plan all along. You can’t even remember when or who had pulled down your bikini top, but he’s making the most of it- either palming across your tits or occasionally grazing over a nipple. The added stimulation just makes you cry out more, legs wrapped around his waist as he’s dragged closer to you. He whines into the crook of your neck again, a testament to how pathetic he gets after a while.

He’s panting into your collarbone, biting down over already purpling marks and ensuring his teeth leave crescents. You know you should probably tell him to stop, but you aren’t exactly on the headspace to do anything right now except enjoy the way he gasps every time you clench around him and writhe.

Eventually, you give up on trying to hold your neck up and let it drop over the edge. Your hair goes too, which is a nice change from it clouding your face like an unwanted veil; however, it does also leave your neck entirely vulnerable to Tomura’s teeth- he nips across the flesh selfishly, which in turn causes you to buck your hips towards him which leads to him gasping for air while his hips drag in and out of you.

The pace is sloppy, and he’s close- when he gets like this, there’s no hope in him remembering to reach down and rub your clit so you have to do it yourself. You snake a hand down between your bodies, trying and failing to ignore the way he whines when you start to clench harder, and circle your clit with your fingers. The extra stimulation, along with the way his moans are ringing in your ears and echoing off the walls envelop every other sense outside of hearing and feeling; you don’t fight the way your eyes roll back and lips choke out another strangled moan as you cum around him.

It pushes him over the edge, and he just barely remembers to pull out to finish on your stomach. At least, he was aiming for your lower stomach, but some of it makes its way past your bellybutton. He blinks down at you, eyelashes fluttering, then hastily pulls his underwear and jeans back on-who wears jeans to a beach?- and awkwardly offers you a half gloved hand to stand you up. You wince at not only your trembling legs but your stiff neck, and shove your chest back inside your bikini where it belongs; hiking up your bikini bottoms into position, Tomura holds out a beach towel for you and he flushes pink at the sight of you wiping his cum from your skin. You run a hand over your sore neck, and freeze.

“Jesus, what did you do to my neck?! I can’t go outside like this!” There’s teeth marks, you can feel them, and if you look down at your chest there’s marks there too. “What the fuck!”

“Sorry.” You both know he isn’t.

You groan, and resort to wrapping the towel around your shoulders and neck instead, so the only visible flesh aside from your face is your legs and a slight sliver of stomach. The walk from the cove is quiet, but Tomura isn’t much of a talker after sex anyway and you don’t need him reminding you of the way he had you scratching at his back in desperation lest you pull him back into the cove.

“Jeez, that took forever. What were you doing, fucking?” Dabi snickers. Little does he know, you think smugly.

“Got lost.” Tomura says plainly. “She’s not swimming again.” Dabi seems to ignore the fact the cove is hardly a maze and move on to something else, the ‘something else’ being sitting on the shore and using the small blue flame that licks its way from the tip of his index finger to turn the sand into glass.

You watch his progress for a while from under the haphazardly placed beach umbrella- courtesy of Atsuhiro who just apparently happened to have one lying around- and wrap the towel tighter around your shoulders. Tomura dares to grin at this, and you glare at him.

“It’s your fault I’m sat like this, you know.”

“Well I didn’t see you complaining, how I was I supposed to know?” You roll your eyes at this and focus on digging your toes into the sand instead, silently praying Dabi won’t try turning the whole beach into glass soon.

You pretend not to see, but when the beach towel slips slightly off your left shoulder and reveals the Tomura-sized bite mark, he grins. He likes the fact nobody knows about what’s under your towel, likes the fact he’s the reason you’re stuck sitting on the sand instead of splashing about in the sea. Not that he’s particularly mean or anything, but he does internally relish the idea that only you and him know about what’s actually going on beneath the stripes of the material.

His staring is really becoming too difficult to ignore, and as such you finally make eye contact with him. He looks.. almost peaceful, hair flowing about in the sea breeze and a light smile playing on his lips. For a moment, everything stops, like you’re in the sea again; it’s just you, him and the breeze. You must be going insane, but in some maddening fit of affection you’re almost considering kissing him again. You’re just parting your lips to speak when-

“Are we getting sorbet or not?”

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(happy birthday to the girl who I wrote this for- best friends who read smut together stay together)

A/N: I’m going on holiday for a couple of weeks, so the uploads might be less- but I’ve got enough requests and prompts to get started again when I get back!

[ribbonbambisblog]

Katsuki Bakugou who feels like he’s always seen, but never percieved x Fem!Reader who sees him

Bakugo stood in the common room, back pressed against the peeling paint and arms crossed over his chest defensively, posture sharp and unforgiving. Laughter echoed around him, and he hid under the indestructible walls he built, reinforced with fight and fury. 

He sometimes felt like a paragraph in a story belonging to somebody else. Meaning branded in each line, messy in ink but words carefully chosen, lost to uncaring glances and left half-read. Words written too hard, pressed into paper like it might make his passages matter more. Anything that didn’t fit the narrative of his headline –loud, abrasive, explosive– skimmed over thoughtlessly.

But it was you.

It was you who read between the lines of his sloppy handwriting that looked careless, but held detail.

You who traced the letters meticulously.

It was you who took to him, highlighter in hand: not trying to fix the bleeding ink or the ripped pages, neon affection just appreciating what was there.

You just stood beside him. Paying attention. Observing. Studying him like you were being graded. 

He never said thank you. Not out loud, anyway. But his gratitude manifested in its own katsuki-branded way. Like a line he wrote in pencil and erased, but the faint marks still etched into the page. Barely discernible, yet still there.

It was evident when his signature scowl and hardened eyes, softened when they met yours, which were always so deliberate every time you looked at him. Intentional.

When he could yell at you, but wouldn’t, like a grenade he held but never pulled the pin on.

And he wasn’t sure what he liked more– the feeling of being noticed, or the fact that it was you noticing him.

[rosies-core]

Omg just saw your post about smaus and I have an idea! What about a mha one with a s/o that is like a REALLY dry texter, never text first/takes long to respond but they’re actually the sweetest person in real life…(like that’s me HAHAHAH…my friend always complain about it but it’s not my fault💔)

HEHEHE FIRST MHA SMAU REQ…TY FOR REQUESTING ANON!!! HOPE THESE MADE U GIGGLE

• katsuki bakugo.

• shoto todoroki.

• hitoshi shinsou.

• denki kaminari.

[mitskisses]

part 2 to this

You barely slept that night. The bitter cold stinging your body wouldn't allow it. Instead, you mostly laid on the tiny cot thinking about the situation, the when, where, how and why of it all.

It seemed Bakugou couldn't find sleep either. You had heard him shift quite a few times throughout the night, sighing and groaning here and there. You contemplated saying something but drew a blank. You had already asked him all the questions you could think of and received as many answers as he could give. Also, he isn't a man of many words, especially not around someone he's deemed an 'extra'. The two of you weren't close by any means, only interacting when needed.

Come to think of it, the 'closest' you could say you have gotten to him was during 2nd year when he'd tried to challenge you a few times during training. The offer was always rejected, you weren't interested in getting into whatever rivalry he was trying to cook up, you were never a person of competition. Mina had told you it was his way of flirting; you had rolled your eyes at that. God, I hope Mina's ok wherever she is.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt a nudge to your shoulder. "It's 6am, stop staring into the ceiling and get up weirdo".

Bakugou was standing over you, the usual scowl on his face and a hint of red on his cheeks, from the cold of course. He huffed and went to pick up his shoes, rattling off about how one of you had to go to the support department to find something that could wrench one of the doors open (they were all frozen shut btw), the other had to go to the cafeteria to find some food and then you would meet up at the main entrance in 30 minutes. You volunteered to look for food.

So off you went. Body tucked into your uniform and under layers of strangers clothing, empty backpack flung over your shoulders. The silence in the halls felt unnatural, still, like the world had taken a deep breath and was holding it. Even the birds weren't chirping about outside. Everything felt wrong.

The cafeteria was dim. You headed to the back, hoping to find the pantry stocked and lucky for you it was. You grabbed some non-perishables, bottled water and fruits and stuffed them into your bag, for a second you contemplated breaking into the vending machines and grabbing some energy bars but decided against it and made your way to the front of the building.

You found Bakugou already there, arms crossed and waiting for you. He was looking out the window, a faint frown on his face. You couldn't help but admire his face in that lighting, he almost looked cute. He straightened up when he saw you and it was then that you noticed the hammer in his hand. You raised a brow and he shrugged, "grabbed the first thing I saw." of course.

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lowkeydidnt think this thru and now im realising idk shit about world buildign💔send help💔💔 - also i never know how to end my stories omg😭i need to step my game up fr - in other news math is kicking my ass rn free meee