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[maiyami]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Pro Hero Hawks (Keigo Takami) X Pro Hero Female Reader

• Minors Do Not Interact

• All Characters 21+

• One-Shot Unedited

Warnings: One night stand, mentions of drinking, unprotected sex, language, teasing, oral (male receiving), wing play, pinning, open ending, and more.

About: Hawks has always been known to the public as a playboy, even though no one has caught him in the act. He needed to blow off steam from the latest headline of him, but little did he know that you were going to help him with that.

It wasn’t often that Hawks got the night off from hero work. Crime was surprisingly low tonight, so it was something his many sidekicks could handle. They practically begged the number two hero to take the night off, enjoy some freedom. Freedom, that was such a foreign concept to him. Constantly being watched by the commission, the countless articles and news clips of him, shutterbugs following his every move. Yeah, freedom was something he had long forgotten the feeling of. So when his employees quite literally pushed him out of his agency’s door? He had no choice but to try and feel free tonight. Which he desperately needed. Hawks didn’t let much of anything get to him, but the newest article of him having multiple partners within the week surely put him in a sour mood.

That’s how he found himself in one of the most popular clubs Japan had to offer. A club that had a strict policy of no paparazzi, or flash photography within its walls. A little place for many famous people of Japan could go. He felt slightly awkward at first, sure he’s been out before but it had been such a long time…he nearly forgotten how to act like himself. Opting to sit near at the bar and nurse the beer he had in his hand.

Even though he was supposed to be taking the night off, he couldn’t help but scan the room. Scan for anything that might happen, anything to go wrong. Keen eyes never failing to see almost every detail around the room. Picking up on the most insignificant moments others were having. A couple at the book across from him having a fight over money, the guy in the corner while his friends took shots, and then he spotted you.

He had actually noticed you when he first came in, your dress was the same color as his wings. A beautiful crimson color that shined slightly when the flashing lights hit it just right. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way you didn’t give really anyone a second glance. You were there to be just you, in all your glory. Hair flowing around while you danced, how your dress was tight in all the right places, and the way your eyes looked while you moved around. He noticed he wasn’t the only one that was constantly scanning the area.

As the lights flashed to the beat of the music, your face would light up just enough so Hawks could take a good look at you. You were a vision. A slight shine to your skin, most likely a little bit sweaty from all the moving around you did. The way your nose scrunched up as you smiled, and the way you wouldn’t let one single person touch you on the dance floor. There was one thing Hawks adored most in a woman was independence and you oozed with it. Confidence written all over your being as you were content dancing by yourself. He must have been staring at you for an uncomfortable amount of time because next thing he knew was that you were staring back.

However, you didn’t look away when you caught him, like you had been doing with everyone else that looked your way. Instead, you offered him a small smirk. Your eyes in a low stare as you swayed your body to the music. Almost as if you were inviting him to continue looking at you. You were mysterious yet, inviting. He was curious about you, curious to how a gorgeous woman like yourself was alone in a club. He pondered if he should approach you, maybe ask you to dance. Then when the song that was thumping over the much to loud speakers changed, you made your way off the dance floor. You didn’t come to him though, you just looked at him once more before you started to make your way up the stairs to the second floor of the club. It was now or never, so Hawks quickly finished off his beer to follow you.

The second floor wasn’t anything special. Just a few balconies to get some fresh air and bathrooms. As he was watching your move, he prayed you didn’t head in the direction of the restrooms…he would have felt like a total creep knowing he just follow a woman to the bathroom. Though his fears quickly faded as he watched you swing open the door to one of the balconies. Watching you disappear for a moment, he felt himself stall. Should he even bother you? He thought for a moment until his body moved on its own. Going straight for the balcony.

The cool air brushed against his face as he opened the door, followed by the faint smell of something sweet in the air. Vanilla, it must have been your perfume. There you were, leaning against the balcony. You looked up from your phone, giving him that same smirk you gave inside. He offered one back, shutting the door behind him. Moving to stand next to you, leaning against the railing.

“Now…what’s one of the top heroes in Japan doing following a girl like me around?” You were the one to speak first, a little tease in your voice that made you giggle at yourself. “You know…I’m only in the high teens for rankings. You could do better.” You smiled once again.

Hawks didn’t say anything at first, frankly because he didn’t even know you were a hero. He had been so out of touch with others, it made him a bit upset at first. Though, the teasing nature you were putting on made it better. You weren’t bitter, in fact you were making fun of yourself. He didn’t care for that, he didn’t care where you sat in the rankings. “Better? Please, you’re gorgeous. Don’t think otherwise. Plus, don’t care about rankings.” He said back, now flashing a smile of his own.

It made you smile, shaking your head back and forth a little. “Ahh, there’s that smooth talking the tabloids always mention.” You flashed your eyes at him, chuckling a little to yourself. However, you noticed he didn’t laugh this time. He more looked away from you, gripping the railing tight in his hands. Your eyebrow raised slightly, nudging into him. “Hey, I’m only joking, ya know?” To tried to break the tension a little.

Hawks knew he shouldn’t have been upset, but those damn papers…the rumors are just going to follow him around everywhere. Even among other heroes. “Nah, it’s not that kid. I know you are it’s just…all those stories? They aren’t me. Never been me…hell I couldn’t even tell you the last time I went on a date. Let alone taken someone home.” He shook his head a bit, moving to rub the back of his neck. “I work too much to even think about those things, only reason I’m here is because of my employees shoving me out the door. Andddd…I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. God, I’m sorry.”

You placed a hand on his, it made him jump a bit but you kept it there. “Don’t be sorry. I get it, not that I’m in the news like you are? But I get being watched, rumors being told about you. No one should have to deal with that.” You rubbed his hand a little bit before smirking at him. “You deserve to be rid of all that kind of nonsense, to just be you. Not have to worry about what the next thing is said about you that you can’t control.” You turned to really face him, get a good look at his face. “Next time, give them something to really talk about. Something that you’ve done that is true.”

He doesn’t know what it was about you, but in the short amount of time speaking…it felt like you knew him for him. Not as Hawks the number two hero. That you knew he wanted to be known for things he did that were true, not whatever the public wanted to make up about him. He didn’t know what came over him, but then he found himself leaning into you. A hand placed on your hip to pull you forward, wings instinctively wrapping around both of you before he pressed his lips against yours. It was intense, it was passionate. It was something that words couldn’t describe. It was all of his thoughts and emotions poured into a kiss, a kiss with a stranger no less.

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss. Your tongue coming to brush his lower lip so he could open his mouth a little. Your tongues met, dancing around each other. Until you finally broke the kiss off, moving a thumb to wipe some off your lipgloss off the corner of his mouth. You chuckled as he went to pull you back, but you put a finger against his plump lips. “I thought this wasn’t you, pretty bird.” You said with a sly smirk.

The praise went straight to his head, making his wings twitch a little before he unwrapped them. He chuckled himself, shaking his head a little. “You must have some lust quirk, you’re kind of hard to resist.” He joked before you laughed almost too loudly. He shook his head once again, before a thought crossed his mind. “Want to make a rumor?” He asked with a cherisher smile. Which you returned to him.

Just because the shutterbugs weren’t allowed inside, doesn’t mean they weren’t stalking the outside. So when the number two hero came out, the cameras flashed brightly. However, when you were following behind Hawks with his hand in yours? The paparazzi went wild. No one had ever gotten a picture with Hawks and a woman before. Everyone was basically fighting over the angle to get the best shot of the pair of you. A rumor that Hawks started that was true, he was with a woman and taking her home.

Once you got back to Hawks penthouse? You were actually hit with what was about to happen. You were with the number two hero, in his home. Plus, the rumors that will happen tomorrow? You knew when you got back to your agency that everyone there was going to bombard you with questions. What happens will happen at this point, who were you to question it.

What you weren’t expecting was how nervous Hawks actually seemed, when he said this wasn’t like him? He wasn’t lying. He seemed a little tense, almost uncomfortable. It’s probably been such a long time since he has done anything remotely like this, he didn’t seem to know what to do at first. If anything, you were going to make sure he was okay. He was comfortable. Instead of coming on to strong, you walked up to him slowly. Letting your hands trail his arm lightly before letting your fingers slip into his hand. “We go at your pace. If you don’t want to do anything? We can talk…watch a movie? Anything you like, you name it.”

That made him feel a little better, letting you ground him for a moment. He never had anyone read him so well, keep him from floating to high. You were captivating, different from any other woman he met. You weren’t trying to jump him, weren’t trying to make him do anything. You were going along with what he wanted to do. He’s never had a person like you in his life, in the moment he never wanted to let you go. With a nod of his head, he led you to his bedroom. It was pretty bare for someone who had so much money, but truth be told? He only ever came home to sleep, he didn’t actually care for material things. The only thing in his bedroom that could attest to his wealth? Was his extraordinary large bed, of course he would need something to accommodate his wings.

You just smiled lightly at him, moving to run your hands against his chest. His eyes watching you made you feel intimidated but you loved it. As your fingers slipped under the material of his shirt, he took it upon himself to strip himself of it. His body was carved by the gods, his tanned skin looked amazing. You took it upon yourself to undo his belt, letting the object hit the floor before bringing his jeans down. To your surprise, he was already hard in his boxers. Goosebumps littered his skin as you slipped his boxers down. Once he stepped out of them, you backed him up to the bed. Letting him get comfortable sitting before you stripped yourself of your clothing. The small dress that was barely covering your body hit the floor and Hawks couldn’t take his eyes off of you. How your skin looked so smooth, how plump your thighs looked together. Perfect in his eyes. But when his hands went to touch you, you moved them away. Favoring dropping to your knees between his thighs.

“No no…this isn’t about me right now.” You said in the sweetest voice he ever thought he heard. You wanted to please him, something that was almost foreign to Hawks. He was always doing things for others and never getting anything in return. Somewhere deep down, he thought that you must have known that. He almost felt bad, about to say he wanted to make you feel good. But when the flat of your tongue ran up the underneath of his hard shaft? All those thoughts went out the door. Your tongue was hot against his skin, it made his cock twitch. The way your tongue swirled against his head, made him leak a bit of precum.

Your lips wrapped around his tip, giving it a teasing suckle. Hawks head hung backwards in pleasure, making you hum around his head. The way his thighs tensed up made you more excited. Letting inch by inch of his cock slip into the warm walls of your mouth, then you moved your hand to the base of his shaft. Whatever part of his cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth and throat was being stroked by your soft hands. It had been so long since Hawks experienced pleasure like this, it was making his whole body twitch at this point. Rocking his hips upward to feel you take down more of his cock. Bringing his head back up, he looked down to watch you. A blush creeping over his nose as he watched you bat your pretty lashes up at him.

“Fuck…don’t you look pretty sucking my cock- shit baby…” He said almost breathlessly, bringing a hand to hold some of your hair back. Seeing how slick his cock was coming out of your mouth, only to disappear back into it. God, you were addictive. The way some tears gathered in your lash-line, to the way you didn’t stop stroking him. But the most beautiful thing about you was the way you never took your eyes off him. Making sure that he was enjoying this as much as he was. As he watched you pull of his cock to move to suck on his balls a little, he groaned low. Reaching down to pull your face away from them. Taking his cock in his free hand before letting your face go. “Open.” Is all he said.

You took a breath after leaving his balls, watching the way he was stroking his own cock in front of your eyes before opening your mouth for him. Sticking your tongue out without being told too. The feeling of Hawks slapping his cock on your tongue a few times made you smirk slightly. He smirked back himself, leaning down to pull you up. His voice a little horse before pulling you into his lap. “Anymore? I’ll fold, I want you to feel good before that.”

Even though he hadn’t touched you yet, he could feel how wet your cunt was against his shaft once he pulled you into his lap. God, you were fucking perfect. He held you up with one arm, using his other hand to line his cock up to your slit. But before pulling you down, he looked at your face to make sure you were okay with this. Instead of speaking, you leaned forward to lock your lips with his. Moaning into the kiss as you felt his tongue dance around with yours, feeling his want on his tongue. He lowered you down, letting his cock split you in two as he slowly bullied inch by inch into you. The feeling of you shaking against him, made him hold onto you tighter. Peppering kisses against your neck to distract you from the stretch. He knew he was large, knew that it takes a bit to get used too.

Once you finally settled fully down on his cock, your nails were digging into his shoulders. A shaking breath escaping your lips before you started to move up and down on his cock. You were so wet that you were sliding up and down with ease, the sound of skin hitting skin was ringing in the room. Your walls fluttering around his shaft with every bounce you made down on his cock. Hawks ended up moving on of his hands onto your ass, gripping it righting to gain leverage. Moving you up and down on his shaft at a pace that was making you see stars. Each drag of his cock was hitting your g-spot so well that you were dripping down his cock. Your breathy moans so close to his ear, it made his body feel like it was on fire.

Without thinking, your mind being to clouded by lust your hands started to move. Hawks ended up thrusting his hips up a little to sharp, your gripped onto one of his wings. The moan that escaped Hawks, plus the way his whole body shook shocked you slightly. Moving your face from his neck, you looked at him.

His lip was between his teeth, grip tightening on your ass and hip before he just barely cracked an eye open to look at you. “Hurt?” You questioned him, loosening your grip in his wing. But he shook his head.

“N-No…felt so good…touch them again.” He said, but he wasn’t demanding it. It was like he was pleading for you to do it again. So that’s exactly what you did, carding both hands into his wings. It made him shake so hard, burying his face into the crook of your neck before both his hands were on your ass. Holding you so hard that he was moving you up and down with his sheer strength. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. His wings quivering in your hands while his cock throbbed in your walls. It was like he was a new person, not someone trying to be gentle with you like he was at first. You moved your hands more towards the base of his wings, right were they were coming out of his back. This made him almost scream out in pleasure, thrusting into you harder and deeper than before. “That’s it! Fuck fuck fuck…gonna make me fucking cum Angel.”

You were just as close as he was, digging your nails into his wings before you felt your cunt clench around him. “Cum…cum! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You were now yelling, feeling yourself tighten around him one more time before you fell over the edge. Your body shaking and quivering in his arms as you left a white ring around the base of his cock.

At the feeling of you clenching around his cock, he quickly flipped you over. Your back hitting the bed as he gave three more deep thrusting before spilling inside of you. Panting over you before pushing himself fully inside your walls, holding himself there. He was looking down at your twitching body, the trembling you were doing before leaning down to kiss you. This kiss was different thought, it was slow. It had emotion behind it, you both could feel it. As he took a shallow breath, he finally pulled out of you. Watching his spent leak out of you before moving up behind you. He took you into his arms, pulling your back to his chest. Laying there, neither of you said anything. Just basking in the glory of the after glow, while Hawks never let you go. It was sweet, both of you drifted off to sleep soon after.

The sun was shining bright against Hawks face, making him squint a little before flipping over. As his hand spread out against his sheets, he felt the lack of warmth next to him. Opening his eyes, he noticed that you weren’t there anymore. Taking a moment to listen, to feel with the feathers he left all over his penthouse, he knew you weren’t there anymore. He sighed, sitting himself up for a moment. He didn’t even get your name, let alone your number. How did he not at least get that? As he rubbed his face with his hands, he noticed a note placed on the nightstand next to his bed. He grabbed it quickly to read it.

“𝐻𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓈. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝐻𝒶𝓌𝓀𝓈.”

You didn’t leave your name or your number. But Hawks always had a way of finding people. That’s what exactly what he was going to do. He was going to find you because how could he let the most perfect girl slip through his fingers.

[maiyami]

𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 & 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

𝙋𝙧𝙤-𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙋𝙧𝙤-𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Minors Do Not Interact

All characters aged up, 21+.

One Shot

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pinning (Bakugou), mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, pheromones, breeding kink, lewd, mutual feelings, friends to lovers, mentions of Deku having a crush on you, jealousy, and more. (If I missed anything, my bad I did this half asleep.)

About: Number two hero Katsuki Bakugou just can’t seem to get you off his mind. Harboring a secret crush on you since your days at UA. But when you finally come back from a mission that took you overseas, he can’t help but want to keep next to you at all times.

It felt like forever since you step foot back in Japan, the United States needed the aid of some of Japans finest heroes on a year long mission. You had kept in contact with all of your friends during your time there, just making sure everything was going smoothly back home. You especially kept in touch with Japans number two hero, Bakugou Katsuki.

It wasn’t uncommon to have a conversation a day with the explosion hero before departing for your mission. You ended up becoming closer to him than ever before when everyone graduated UA. However, your conversations became longer once you left for the states.

It started off as little conversations about your mission, asking how long you’d be gone. How many heroes were taken for the mission. Which part of the states you’d be in. The main topic being about the mission, but somewhere along the way it morphed into something more. More of how has your day been? Did you rest enough? What did you have for dinner? Have you gone out at all since being in the states? You should have seen what happened to me today! I have to go to this stupid hero gala, pray I don’t blow anyone up! Just a subtle yet progressive movement of your friendship with the blonde. You didn’t mind it a bit, over the years you secretly looked forward to having these kind of meaningful and meaningless conversations with him.

He had been messaging, calling, and even FaceTiming with you all the way up to your return home. A chuckle coming to your lips as to saw his name flash on your phone screen the moment your plane landed in Japan.

Blasty (5:30am): “You better be fucking ready for everyone to flood you with welcome home messages. But I had to be the first to beat all those extras.”

You (5:34am): “Always aiming to be number one, huh Katsu?”

Blasty (5:35am): “Damn right! Welcome home, y/n.”

You (5:43am): “Thank you! My agency is throwing a massive ball for the return of all of us! You better be there.”

Blasty (5:44am): “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Princess. Who ya take me for? Kaminari?”

You (5:59am): “LOL. Never. I can’t wait to see you!”

You pocketed your phone away after you saw the gif he send a second later, a guy giving a thumbs up with a deadpanning face. If anyone else looked at the messages between the pair of you? It would look like a couple just having a cheeky conversation. You sometimes wished it was that way. But you had long given up the idea of Bakugou looking at you in that type of light. Content of having him become your best friend. However, on the other side of the phone? Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face.

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“What’s got you smiling at your phone so early in the morning, Bakubro?” Kirishima's voice sounded out behind the fiery blonde. Bakugou quickly pocketed his phone away to give a glare at his best friend and roommate.

“Mind your business, shitty hair! I wasn’t smilin’…” Bakugou huffed, his nostrils flaring as his friend could only laugh at him. Making the blonde return more rage at his red haired companion. “What you laughin’ at shit for brains?! You got a death wish?”

Kirishima clutched his sides, pretending to wipe away a tear from his lash line. After he was done with his little laughing fit, he looked at his best friend with joy and happiness in his eyes. “She’s finally back home, huh?” He couldn't help the shit-eating grin that spread across his face. While his hot-headed best friend looked as if he stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.

Bakugou nodded back at Kirishima, shoving his phone back into his pocket before huffing out. "I wanted to be the first one to welcome her back..." He felt his cheek become hot, he knew that it was stupid to harbor this crush still. He could just be honest with how he felt. Somewhere deep down inside, he felt like you wouldn't accept him back. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you if that was the case. He was content to just be on the sidelines for you, something he would never do for anyone else in his life.

Kirishima didn't understand why his best friend would get so embarrassed by something like this. It wasn't like you hadn't seen every side of Katsuki before. You stuck around him through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful. Just like he did. If anyone was perfect enough, or meant to be with Katsuki? It was you.

"Should just tell her, man. You look like a little puppy whenever you speak with her. It's cute." Kirishima laughed as he started to run off, hearing a pillow smack into the wall he rounded while Bakugou screamed curses at him.

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It wasn't even two days later when your hero agency threw this massive party to welcome back home all of the heroes that went overseas. Everyone who was anyone was attending, which meant all of your pro-hero friends were coming to see you. Sure, you were excited to see them all. Catch up face to face, but you were most excited to see Bakugou.

The stylest that was given to you, dressed you to the nines. Your sequence crimson dress was snug to your frame, hanging low at your back. A pair of black heels to match along with your black clutch, honestly you were a sight to behold. Anyone's imagination could run wild seeing you in this dress. It just made everything fit in the right place. Light make-up, nothing too distracting from your choice in formal wear. However, tonight you decided not to hide the scar that ran along the left side of your face. Right over your eye, it slit your eyebrow a little. You were tired of trying to hide it at this point, you weren't ashamed of it. Just a battle scar you picked up in the States.

You wouldn't say you were nervous, there was however a little hum that stayed in the back of your mind. Was this going to be overwhelming? Was it going to be too much for just coming back home? What if people didn't remember you? These thoughts flooded your mind the whole car ride to your agency. Only for them to be stopped as you saw the flashes of the shutterbugs waiting at the entrance to get pictures of the arriving heroes. Shouting question after question as you exited the car, giving them your best-practiced smile as you made your way inside.

Your agency didn't cut costs for how well they did the place up, it honestly didn't even look like an agency anymore. They turned a brick office building, into a stunning ball-like palace. With food that almost looked too good to eat, and music that made the place feel light and airy. It was refreshing, to say the least, it made your heart warm. It also caused your quirk to emanate off you slightly, the scent of peaches wafting into the air as you moved through a sea of people. Finally spotting a face that you had come to be very friendly with over the past year away. Rushing to get to their side and feel a bit of comfort.

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Bakugou Katsuki was never late for anything, but tonight was different. Since Kirishima promised that they would give Kaminari a ride, they were going to be late. Much later than Bakugou could tolerate at this point. He was antsy, shaking his leg in the backseat as they finally made their way to the agency. Thirty fucking minutes later than they should have been if only that damned Kaminari was ready on time...Bakugou would have already seen your pretty face. Hear your breath-taking laugh, and held you close to him. It was all that was keeping him sane for the car ride, that he will be able to do that soon.

Decked out in a tux, with a crimson red tie to match his eyes he finally arrived at your agency. Glaring and hissing at the shutterbugs as he pushed his way into the building. He had a set goal, finding you. Hastily pushing through the crowd, but what really caught his attention to find you was the smell of peaches in the air. That syrupy smell made his mouth water and filled his senses with nothing but you. If he was honest with himself, he used to hate it. It was so distracting, it would make his mind mush. Make his teeth ache with the smell alone while making his pants tighter around his crotch. After years of knowing you, letting that scent take over his mind again and again? He welcome it, he craved it in his daily life. Even went as far as buying peach rings or peach-flavored yogurt just so it would be like you were always with him. He loved the scent, following the trail that lead to you.

That's when he saw you standing at the bar, looking as beautiful as the day he first met you. He took you in for a moment, relishing in the way your nose scrunched up as you laughed. How you would tip your head back a little to stop that laughter, and how your cheeks were dusted pink from the drinks you already had in your system. You were a vision in his eyes, the most gorgeous thing he ever got the pleasure of being around. But that all faded for a second as he noticed who you were with.

Even though Bakugou had made his peace with Izuku, he couldn't help that little green monster of jealousy rear its ugly head within him. Watching you shower Izuku in your warmth and joy, sucked it right out of Bakugou himself. That was supposed to be him making you laugh, making you touch his arm for support. Not Deku. Anyone but Deku. He almost walked away, he almost went in a different direction. Not wanting to say the wrong thing as he watched his long-time friend flirt with the girl of his dreams. However, you had caught his eye. Excusing yourself from Izuku to practically run up to Bakugou.

"Katsuki! You came!" You yelled over the other people speaking and the music. Pulling the blonde into a tight embrace. Bakugou felt his whole body stiffen for a moment, his brain stalling. Before correcting himself, wrapping his arms around you. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled that sickly sweet scent that he loved. Basking in your presence a little longer than what typical friends would do. Before unraveling himself from your body.

"Course I did, Princess. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He rasped low, Keeping a hand on your waist as you beamed up at him. This is what he has been waiting for, for a year now. To just be around you, be close to you. Once he finally took all of you in, his brows furrowed a bit. Bringing a thumb up to rub at the tail end of your scar that hit your cheekbone. "When did ya get this?"

You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking back at him. "Maybe about a month or so into the mission." You brought your own hand up and over Bakugou's, rubbing the top of his hand for a moment before continuing. "I had to keep up with appearances over there, so my PR team made me cover it up all the time. I just...didn't feel like hiding it anymore."

"Why didn't you mention it to me? How ya get it?" He rasped again, a little bite to his question. Almost as if he was hurt that you didn't tell him.

"It was always covered with make-up, I didn't see the point of speaking about it when at some point I knew you'd see it." You bit back a little, not enjoying his tone. "A fight broke out within the mafia I had to be a spy in. A guy pulled a knife and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luckily I didn't lose my eyesight, Izuku was actually the one that got the guy away with the knife. So, honestly, I owe him a huge thanks."

Now that stung a little bit for Bakugou, not being the one to come to your aid. Not being the one to be on the mission with you. For you to owe a debt to Deku of all people. It made his jaw clench, and his free hand ball up into a fist. The light scent of caramel wafting into the air as Bakugou’s quirk was acting up. Most people wouldn’t really care that they could smell it but you knew what was happening.

“Katsuki…what’s going on?” You questioned as the scent of his quirk came to your nose. Causing you to hold onto his arm, trying to bring him back down to earth. Making him look at you for a moment. “What’s got you so upset?”

Katsuki took a deep breath, his crimson eyes finally leveling with yours before he grabbed onto your hand. Making sure his palms weren’t too hot to touch you. He led you out to the balcony, away from everyone else. At the bar, a certain green haired man was watching. A displeased look on his face before he chuckled to himself.

“Izuku, what’s gotten into you today? You haven’t taken your eyes off her.” Shinso finally asked his friend, watching him look like a wounded dog. His own purple eyes looking over to see Bakugou leading you elsewhere.

“I-…I got really close to y/n. On the mission that is. But I always knew I was coming in second. She’d speak to him daily…I saw it in the way her eyes would light up when his name came across her screen. I guess I can’t be number one in everything.”

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Out on the balcony, Katsuki moved you both towards the small seating area at the far end of the balcony. But neither of you sat, Katsuki just leaned against the railing. His palms rubbing over his face once he let go of you. “What is going on.” You finally asked, holding onto your own arms.

He was silent for a long moment, his hands gripping the railing tight before finally sighing. His eyes never left yours, like he was staring into your soul. “I just…fuck. I don’t know how to say it, princess. Not without it fucking everything up.”

“What are you going to fuck up?” You would question while moving up to him. To grabbed his cheeks, making him keep his attention on your eyes before rubbing them softly. “Please, Katsuki…honey. I don’t know what’s going on.”

At the pet name you had given him so long ago, it felt like all his worries disappeared in a moment. Moving to rest his hands on your hips, letting his fingers dig there for a moment. “I-…I’m- shit! This is so hard…I’m so embarrassed. Goddamnit I’m in love with you, ok!” He finally huffed it out, making his eyes look down once more so he didn’t see the reaction on your face. “But that damn Dek- Izuku might have a place in your heart and I don’t know how to handle that.”

You gave his cheeks a little shake, making his eyes meet yours again. All yours showed was kindness and love, with the small smile on your lips. “Honey…Izuku doesn’t have a place in my heart. Maybe as a great friend but nothing more.” You said while stroking the sides of his cheeks, moving in a little closer. “Who have I been speaking to everyday even before I left? Who has seen every little ugly side to me? Who have I told everything to?” You asked, noticing the way Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. You chuckled a little. “You, dumbass. It’s all been you. I’m in love with you too.” You smiled at him brightly.

He couldn’t believe what he heard initially, his mind moving a mile a minute. He moved his hands quickly to your face, his thumb brushing at the tail end of your scar once more. “You do? You…love me? Princess, don’t bullshit me.” As you shook your head yes, Katsuki had the biggest smile that had ever crossed his face. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was raw, passionate, and full of undying love. The way your lips moved together was like two people coming together to be one finally. It was breathless, it was sweet, and it was something you both had been missing for a long time now.

"Let's leave." Katsuki finally spoke after breaking the kiss, still holding onto you tightly. He wanted to take you away, he wanted to just have you to himself. Finally, he waited long enough and so had you. "Can we leave?" He pressed again as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I just want you to myself right now, fuck everyone else."

You nodded your head softly, looking up into his crimson eyes. A smile was etched into your lips as you started to pull him towards the front of the agency. "Yeah, let's go. I have waited long enough to have you to myself."

The wait wasn't long to get a cab to pick you up, it was the wait for the drive home that was killing you both. Soft touches against legs, brushes of hands against hands, and let's not forget the smooth whispers coming from Katsuki that the cab driver needed to 'hurry the fuck up already.' It was actually really amusing to you, because what you didn't expect when you rolled up to the front of Katsuki's apartment building? Was him to basically throw money at the driver's face, and carry you all the way up to his home.

"Katsuki! You can put me down now!" You were laugh-yelling at him as he kicked in his door. Not caring that it was almost 1am in the morning and the door handle denting the drywall.

"No time..." He said softly against your neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses against your skin as he navigated through his apartment into his bedroom. Once he pressed you into those black silk sheets, everything hit you at once. Looking up at him over you, the desire and love in his eyes, you were finally going to be with someone you truly loved in this world.

The small little sigh you let slip past your lips as he nibbled on one particularly sensitive spot on your neck made him realize it too. Years and years of loving you in secret could finally come out in the open. He can finally express the way he feels about you, without even having to say anything. He just looked down at you, your hair all sprawled out in different directions, lipstick a little smeared, and the look of love in your eyes? You looked like a goddess to him.

"You're beautiful..." He said softly before moving back to kiss you again. This time it was more rushed, like he was hungry. He was hungry for you, slipping the straps of your dress down your shoulders. As your breasts finally became unclothed, Katsuki sucked in a breath. Your pretty perky nipples already standing at attention for him, causing him to lean down to blow cool air over one while he twisted the other with his fingers. It caused your back to arch into his touch, pushing a leg between his thighs as the top of your knee brushed against his already hard crotch.

He hissed a bit from the touch, having him wrap his lips around your nipple to give it a playful little suck. What piqued his interest the most was the way you reacted to his teasing. A high-pitched moan came from your throat before you slapped your palm over your lips. Your body was so sensitive, so ready for him. He moved his hands lower, bringing your dress along with him before getting rid of the offending object. Leaving you bare under him.

"No panties...fuck Princess...you'll be the death of me." He growled, something deep in his chest as he moved back. Stripping himself of his own clothing before moving back ontop of you. His hand slipped between your bodies so he could run a finger up your already moist slit. Katsuki's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when he felt your slick against his fingers, before slowly pushing two of them inside your sopping cunt. "Gotta prep you..."

You already felt full from just how thick his fingers were, working in and out of you at a slow pace. However, your eyes didn't leave his cock. It was so thick, and long as well. Veins in all the right places while his head was just a pretty shade of pink, dripping precum already. You didn't care about being prepped at the moment, all you wanted was to feel him deep inside you. You moved your hand to take ahold of his shaft, stroking it softly before bringing your palm up to his tip. But he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it next to you.

"Don't...baby. I am barely keeping it together. If you touch me like that? I'll fold. Be a good girl for me, Princess." He said in such a husky voice it made you squirm under him. That granted you his smirk, all teeth. He was pleased with himself, seeing that you were so good at listening to him. So willing for him, such a perfect girl. You were so ready for him, but he wanted more. He wanted to taste you, to feel you quiver on his tongue. To see you lose your mind to the pleasure. But as he went to move towards your cunt, this time you stopped him.

"Please...I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me Katsuki...please? Can you please just make love to me already? I want you...I need you...Daddy...please." Well you didn't expect that to come out of your mouth, but you were so hazed over in pleasure and need that you didn't care. The name however made Katuski raise his eyebrows in shock. It made you close your mouth, eyes adverting his gaze now.

Katsuki felt his mind stop, felt it completely skip a beat at the sound of your voice calling him daddy. It unlocked something in his brain, it made him feral for you. His desire for you now went through the roof. Boy, were you in for it now.

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"Daddy? Oh...baby girl...you've done it now..." He smirked at you, moving his head back from between your thighs. Leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses against your torso, up your chest, and now to your neck. Literally you with every little mark he could leave on your body, claiming you as his. His tongue trailed against the shell of your ear before he whispered something lewd against it. "You want Daddy to put his fat cock inside you? I'd be you'd look so sexy with it bugling out of your stomach...hm?" He sucked on your earlobe a little before continuing. "Want Daddy to stuff you full of his hot cum...make you his?"

Your mind was running a mile a minute, it was so good, so much. As you felt his tip start to press against your slick entrance. "Please..." You moaned out almost breathless. "Please...fill me with your cum...Daddy." You begged him, while bringing your left leg over his lower back, trying to pull him into you more. "Will you fill me up?" You asked in such a sweet voice that it made Katsuki's whole body shudder a bit.

"Fuck, I'll do anything for you if you talk to me like that..." He said now somewhat out of breath. Moving his hand to take ahold of his shaft, to part your lips. The feeling of your slick already coating his head, made him see stars for a moment until he pulled himself together again. "Alright, I'm going to put it in Princess." He said under his breath as he slowly pushed his head past the first tight ring of muscle. He felt your walls making room for him, fitting the shape of him, as he slowly bottomed out inside of you. The pure sound of pain, mixed with a little bit of pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He fought with everything in his power to keep his eyes on your face, not wanting to miss a second of your expressions.

You were a vision under him, goosebumps littering your whole body. A slight arch in your back, the way your chest was raising and falling with a small pant in your breath. Your eyes screwed tight in pleasure, while your mouth hung open just slightly. You were beautiful to him. You always were, but in this moment you were ethereal.

As you felt him hit against your cervix, your legs wrapped instantly around his lower back. Keeping him tight against you while you caught your breath for a second. Your eyes opened slowly, marveling at the view you were getting. Katsuki's eyebrows pinched a little, lower lip snug between his teeth. A small bit of sweat on the side of his forehead, while his eyes looked at you with nothing but love.

Each drag of his cock within your tightened walls was like seeing the night sky lit up with stars. The feeling of him slowly thrusting himself in and out of you, so painfully slow had your eyes almost crossed. You were soaked, so much so that there was a lewd squelch every time Katsuki pulled out of you. The sound of skin hitting against skin was echoing through the room as Katsuki poured every ounce of how much he loved you, into your body.

As you felt your body coming to your climax, you accidentally set off your quirk. The scent of peaches and cream seeped into the air, almost like a thick cloud of desire and lust. You felt Katsuki shiver above you, hand gripping the sheets next to your head with such a tight grip. It made him pick his pace up, thrusting into at a back-breaking pace.

"Fuck- Princess...goddamn you smell so fucking sweet...so fucking good. Ahh, fuck!" He was losing himself above you, his face so screwed up in pleasure that it made you tighten around him suddenly. "Don't- shit! Don't do that Princess...I'll cum inside you..."

"Do it...cum inside me...please pleasee Daddy, cum for me?" You begged just as sweet as your scent. Batting your eyelashes up at him, holding him in closer as your tasty moans hit his ears like the best music he ever heard. Plus the way your cunt was clenching around him, sucking him in? Made Katsuki lose his mind.

"Ya? You want me to cum inside you? Want me to breed this tight little pussy? Yah...yeah you fucking do. Fuck ya, baby. Take it all, take it fucking all." He said while thrusting as deep as he could inside of you, holding himself there as he painted your walls a pretty white.

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As you both came down from your highs, Katsuki slipped out of you slowly. Taking a moment to watch how his cum was leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch for a moment before he let his fingers trail in the mixed liquids before pushing some of it back into you. At the way you squirmed in overstimulation, he chuckled. Moved to lay beside you, bringing your back into his chest. He was leaving soft open-mouth kisses on the back of your neck. Just enjoying how you hummed in satisfaction.

"I can't believe I finally got you..." He said in a groggy voice, the low grave in it making you shutter a little against him. That earned you a playful nip to the back of your ear. "Relax, woman. If you keep at it? We are going to go all night."

"Who says I wouldn't want that?" You playfully teased back, rolling slightly so you could face him. Your own shit-eating grin plastered on your face. You leaned forward to kiss him deep, letting the moment sink in before you were rolled onto your back once again.

"That a challenge? Oh...Princess...you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into now."

[maiyami]

𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓦𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

Fantasy!AU Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

All Characters Aged Up 21+

One-Shot Unedited

Warnings: Not many, mostly language.

About: Prince Katsuki is not the easiest to get along with. However, when the King and Queen put on a ball to find a suitable wife for the Prince...many find him suddenly the perfect guy. The Prince thinks nothing of this until his perfect match slips away from him.

The whole kingdom had to be inside the castle grounds by this time, well at least...all of the females within the kingdom. King and Queen Bakugou had made sure of it, made sure that every single woman attended the ball tonight. They were not getting any younger, they only had one heir. An heir who was hell-bent on keeping himself away from love and constantly on the battlefield. As much as they wanted to respect their son's choices, they knew that the kingdom needed their family. Needed to keep the Bakugou family running the kingdom to keep the peace. So by the gods, they were going to find a wife for their stubborn, ash-blonde son. Even if it was very much not to his liking.

He had spent all day being pampered and prepared for this ball, much to his distaste. He would have rather gone hunting or spent time training. Anything but getting into formal wear and being paraded around like a shiny new toy. With many long fights, language that shouldn't have been used, and a scrub down that he wouldn't even wish on his own enemies...here he was. Standing over the ballroom on the balcony looking down at the sea of women.

Sure, some of them had caught his eye. Many of them were beautiful, however as he watched. As he scanned the room and picked up on their personalities? He knew that none of them would be right for him. Some here just for the wealth his family has, some here just for the title of 'Princess', and some that were forced to be here. Somewhere deep down inside him, he was sickened by all of this. He was still young, still had time to find someone for him. Someone he picked for himself, but he knew that was just a dream. A dream that would not come true since all he wanted to do was get out of there and kill something.

It had been about two hours into the ball, no one single woman he had spent even a bit of time was worth it. And trust in this, he tried his damn hardest to find one aspect of even a small bit of attraction to every woman he spoke to. He was about to give up, slip away to his room. Maybe even go out to the woods like he wanted to in the first place. However, at the far end of the ballroom? He spotted you.

A woman, helping one of the servants upright so he didn't tip over the large plater of glasses in his palm. A woman who was smiling so brightly that it could have rivaled the moon in the sky tonight. A woman that took a good look around the ballroom and slipped outside. At first, he found it strange. Every female in the castle tonight was fawning over him so hard, just trying to get a moment of his time. But not you. You had not even remotely come near him, not even a passing glance. Katsuki would have noticed if you did, he noticed everyone. Then he became curious of you, wondering why you were going out that door. The door that led out into the gardens, so he decided to follow. Taking the secret stairway to make sure no one else came with him.

When he finally made it outside, he half expected you to be gone. To have disappeared into the night, but much to his excitement of what was happening, there you were.

The music from inside was faint out here, but that didn't stop you from dancing around the fountain at the center of the garden. The moonlight shone off your face as you made your way around the stone and water. So light on your feet that not a sound was heard, hair blowing through the soft breeze as you twirled and stepped. Almost as if you were dancing with a ghost, being led around the fountain.

Katsuki admired you for a moment, you looked so free. So one with yourself, but most of all? You looked beautiful. Your movements, the way your dress was flowing behind you, and the small smile on your face. He didn't know what came over him, but he was then by the fountain as you made your way around.

You hadn't noticed him, didn't even hear him approach your space. You only noticed him when you felt a hand on yours, then a hand on your waist. Your eyes opened immediately, a shocked expression over your features. It earned you a low chuckle, with a big toothy grin. Instead of pulling away from Katsuki, you laughed softly. Holding onto his hand now as he spun you around the fountain.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my Prince." You said with a little strain in your voice, probably from all the dancing you had been doing. But it was like music to Katsuki's ears. He held you a little closer, slowing your dance down. So slow in fact, that it was mostly swaying at this point. He wanted to have a proper conversation with you.

"Pleasure is all my, mi'lady." He said back with such gravel in his voice, that it made you smile. "May I ask you a question?" He looked you right in your eyes, it was intense. It was as if he was looking into your soul with those crimson orbs he was so blessed with.

"Anything, my Prince." You looked right back into his eyes, making sure you were as respectful as you could be. Remembering all the lessons your mother taught you when speaking with royalty. You hoped you were making a good impression with Katsuki.

"Everyone is inside, but not you. Dancing among the stars and flowers. Tell me, why is that you are out here while everyone in there is trying to woe me?" He wasn't upset by any means, you could tell by the way his eyes were sparkling at you. He was actually curious, he wanted to see if you were someone worth spending the time on.

"I mean no disrespect, my Prince. There are so many lovely ladies here tonight, I thought I should not waste your time. You see, I am nothing but a farmer's daughter. I come from no royal blood, I have nothing. Why should I waste the time of a Prince who could do far better than I?" You said honestly, you only came because it was required of you. Sure, you have dreamt of finding the man of your dreams. Strong, handsome, a willpower so strong that it could outrank an army. But to you, that was all fantasy. "Also, the night is so beautiful. I thought it would be a shame to be inside the whole time. I have also never seen the stars so vibrant before, I was being selfish. I do apologize, my Prince."

Katsuki didn't know what to say, he also didn't understand. He couldn’t possibly understand how you could think you weren’t enough. How you thought you were the selfish one, wanting to come outside when this whole ball was for him. Just seeing you, being yourself was enough for him. You weren’t throwing yourself at him, saying sweet nothings, not trying to get in good with his parents. You were just being yourself. In the most pure form, he couldn’t understand how someone like you hadn’t come into his life sooner.

“No need to apologize, I am not offended in any way.” As the music changed to a different song, Katsuki spun you around slowly. “Truth be told, I never wanted this dumbass ball to begin with. My par- the King and Queen thought it might help me pick a wife. Stupid really.” He didn’t know why he was telling you this, but he felt like he could. “I am thankful you come out this way, I didn’t want to be in there much longer.”

“I see, a suitor for you. I understand where the King and Queen are coming from. However, I think finding someone on your own can be much more…fulfilling.” You smiled brightly at him, that same smile that you gave the help. But, you understood him. How it should be his choice when he was ready. Though, those thoughts were fading from him. The longer he danced with you, spoke with you. He thought he could do this for the rest of his life.

There was just something about your calmness. If he had to describe it, you were like the moon. Shining in the darkness, pulling him in with your light. Calmness while he looked at you, a feeling of home. While in the same breath, he felt like the ocean. The moon the only thing to calm him, but to keep him moving. It was different, something he never experienced before.

“Yeah…much more fulfilling indeed. Excuse my manners, it seems as so I left them inside. Prince Katsuki Bakugou, and you?” He wanted to know, he wanted to keep learning about you.

“My name is-” You went to say but the loud chime of the clock tower threw you off, almost scared you a bit. It was almost midnight, it was time for you leave. Promising your father that you would be home, to not worry him. Your eyes went wide was you looked back at Katsuki, stepping back and out of his hold. “I’m so sorry, my Prince. I must leave…I cannot be late home.” You said as you started to make your way through the garden, hair bouncing behind you as your pace quickened.

Katsuki was shocked, running after you. You couldn’t leave just yet, not when he felt like he’d never be whole if he let you go. “Wait!” He called after you, watching the way your dressed moved with how quick you were becoming. Just keeping up with you enough through the maze of the garden to see parts of your dress when you slipped past another corner. “Stop!”

He did catch up with you, grabbing onto your arm tightly. Not tight enough to hurt, just to keep you in place for a moment.

“Please, will I see you again? Can I see you again?” He questioned, his heart beating out of his chest. Katsuki Bakugou has felt many things in his short time on this earth, but nervousness was not one of those things. It wasn’t until the thought of never seeing you again hit him in the chest. He needed to be reassured you’d come back.

Your breath was hitched a little, a soft pant leaving your lips. You eyed the clock once more before moving out of his grip slightly. You pulled a chain off from around your neck, a little locket hanging from it. Getting onto your toes, you slipped it over Katsuki’s head. Making sure to tuck it under his vest, eyes trailing up the imported design before they met his eyes once again. Your gentle hands coming up to cup the sides of his face, bringing him down for a feather light kiss on the lips.

“Until we meet again, my Prince.” You said barely above a whisper, once again leaving him in his place. Slipping out of the back of the gardens and into the woods, out of sight in the darkness.

It took several long moments for Katsuki to move again, making his way back into the castle. Once inside, women started to flock towards his side. Instead of practiced smiles and words, they got glares and snarls. He was on a mission, moving through the ballroom. He approached his parents thrones, walking up to whisper into his father’s ear.

“Send everyone home, they are no longer needed.” Before his father could say anything, or his mother to scold him for being spoiled and that he can’t have everything his way, he spoke again.

“I have found the one for me and I can’t let her slip through my fingers.”

[maiyami]

Big rip

Sorry I haven’t been active! I got sick, then moved. Now I am sick again so writing hasn’t been on my mind but I will be getting back at it!

[maiyami]

How the MHA boys (Keigo & Katsuki) would be after they found out you died on a mission part 2....where maybe you don't die but that's the official report maybe they just want to experiment on you to make you some kind of nomu, but they manage to save you before there is no turning back

Yes this is good soup shall do

[maiyami]

Hawks with a pregnant s/o whose kidnapped, but in this version, she's able to maintain relative cool despite freaking out inside. Hawks gave her a feather to wear just for this sorta situation & she wears it as a necklace under her shirt to keep it hidden.

Maybe her quirk is eagle eyes, so she's able to catch all the little details around her?

So, she catalogues everything she sees or notices & quietly whispers them to the feather when the kidnappers aren't paying attention.

S/o: "It looks like downtown. The hideout is built like an old, out of business Chinese restaurant. I can hear the rumblings of many driers. So, it's possible that there's a laundromat next door. I also hear muffled Mandarin outside. I might be in Little China. One of the kidnappers just walked in with yang rou chuan (spicy cumin lamb skewers), so there might be a stall nearby. Get here soon Kei. Love you."

If she's gagged, she knows morse code, so she can tap out this message to him anyway.

She also describes all the kidnappers that she sees so that Hawks will know them if he sees them on the way.

Like, she's not a hardcore fighter, but she's smart as a tack & twice as perceptive.

She'd actually make an extremely good underground hero had she actually wanted to be one, but honestly, she just wanted a family & as sweet & demure as she normally was, she could be just as viscous & cold blooded as her husband if her family was threatened. So, if Keigo decides to kill these bastards, then she will stand beside the idea that it was an act of defense until she is blue in the face.

Yes…I will do this.

[maiyami]

The amount of Shindou slander on twt because of the popularity polls. Stay mad, bitches😤

[maiyami]

On kingkatsuki why do we have to reblog for you not to block us, can’t we just enjoy the content?

I honestly can’t believe how many people are this selfish lol. It literally takes less than a second (the same amount of time it takes to follow a blog) to reblog a post.

It’s not that hard, and you don’t even have to say a single word.

Oh! And it’s free.

But still people refuse to do absolute bare minimum and support their fave writers. Pretty cringe if you ask me.

It leaves me in disbelief every time I have to explain why you need to reblog content from writers, because it’s almost as if you lot ask these questions but don’t even read the answers every single author is giving to you?

[maiyami]

The color they see when they finally meet their soulmate.

(All characters aged up 18+)

My Hero Boys

Bakugou: When you accidentally bump into Bakugou while walking down the street. He nearly seethes as he quickly turns around to give you a piece of his mind, until he sees the bright orange you’re holding in your hand. Looking up at your face, he didn’t think he could ever seen someone as beautiful as you. His world was so dull before, convinced he would never see the bright vibrant colors his friends and parents bragged about. But it all came to light when you faithfully knocked into him that day.

His expression softened at you, but he saw fire in your eyes. How your face twisted up in anger while watching you walk right up into his face to give him a piece of your own mind. He knew right then and there, you were made perfectly and only for him. “Why don’t cha watch where you’re going you dumbass!” His own trademark saying, sounded magical coming from your mouth.

Kirishima: He had almost given up hope, all his friends had found their soulmates. Or they just didn’t care about a world with color. Not him though, he wanted that special someone. He wanted to see beautiful colors, to see how the world truly looked. He sat there mulling it over at his favorite coffee shop, wallowing in sorrow more like it. Until the bright a red scarf passed by the window from outside.

He nearly tripped over himself as he rushed out the front door, passing by people. Keeping his eyes locked onto the scarf, before calling out to get your attention. Having you turn around with a smile that could rival the sun itself. You tilted your head at him and offered your hand out too him. “You have the most beautiful red eyes.” Is all you said back too him.

Deku: He was one of those who was content without color, his friends explained colors enough to him for him to live through them. Hero work kept him busy enough that he tend to forget that he couldn’t see colors. It wasn’t until he was out on patrol, apprehending a villain that was trying to rob the local flower shop. Walking over to you, trying to make sure you were okay. Your brilliant green eyes made him speechless.

The stuttering couldn’t stop, his own cheeks felt bright hot while he tried to muster up something to say too you. It made you giggle, reaching into the flower case to present him a dyed spider lily that matched the color of his hair. Blush now creeping over the bridge of your nose before speaking. “Pro Hero Deku…? I hope you accept this as a thank you for saving me, I would like to see you again.”

[maiyami]

How the MHA boys would be after they found out you died on a mission.

Ft. Keigo Takami and Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings: Sad themes, hurt, bad coping mechanisms, swearing, and more.

All characters are aged up!

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Would be a complete wreck.

Would think the commission had something to do with it.

Try to put on a brave face for everyone else but once he’s alone he breaks down.

Starts to drink a lot.

Over works himself, not waiting to go back home.

Talks to “you” a lot while he is alone.

Slowly starts to not care about anything or anyone around him.

Would drink so much just so he could pass out and relive the last thing he had said too you.

“Hawks, it’s late. Why don’t you go home and get some rest?” One of Keigos sidekicks would ask him, before he had a chance to leave his agency once more. He would shrug at his sidekick, taking off into the sky. Keigo had visible dark circles under his eyes, he has lost a bit of weight from not keeping up with eating, and not to mention his always sour mood whenever he wasn’t in front of a camera. He decided to perch himself on a tall building on the outskirts of the city. Looking over the city lights, taking in a deep breath.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a sliver flask. He opened it slowly, taking in the smell of whiskey before taking a swig out of it. He placed it next to him, before looking up into the night sky. “I saved a family today, y/n. You should have seen how excited the little kid was to see me. You would have loved it.” Keigo said out loud too himself. Grabbing the flask again, taking quick chugs of it.

By the time Keigo had finished the flask, he threw it from the building. Letting out a painful scream as he wobbled on the edge of the building. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME, KID!” He yelled out, feeling tears start to pour down his cheeks. He fell backwards onto the building, laying on his back while looking at the stars. “I-I am so sorry…kid.”

Katsuki Bakugou

Becomes so distant that none of his friends hear from him anymore.

Doesn’t believe it at first, thinks everyone is lying to him.

Quits being a hero.

Tries to sooth the pain by sleeping around.

Will listen to your last voicemail you left him over and over.

Will pay for your phone to keep it active.

No longer angry, just completely numb.

What was this? The fourth hook up he’s had this week? He didn’t really keep track of them anymore, anyone he was with was just a warm body to keep him comfortable for the night. Not wanting to remember that you wouldn’t be the one sleeping next to him when he woke up.

He doesn’t speak with his friends, no matter how many times Kiri texts or calls. He didn’t even tell them when he sold his own agency and then quit hero work all together. He couldn’t look at another person who needed saving without picturing your face. The person he couldn’t save. So now he just bounces from person to person, desperately trying to fill a hole where you once fit in. At first it help, but now he feels nothing. He doesn’t even feel the cold air as it nips at his skin walking this freezing evening.

He doesn’t even taste the smoke from the cigarette he just took a drag off of, he feels nothing. His hook up fell short, so now he is just walking the street. Not even sharing a passing glare to those who noticed who he was. He wanted to be alone, this was just how it was now.

After the cigarette was out, he threw it onto the pavement. Throwing himself onto a nearby bench to look up at the night sky. Nothing felt the same anymore, he wasn’t the same anymore. He did however want to feel something in this moment, pulling out his phone. His thumb hovered over the play button on your last voicemail. He shouldn’t keep doing this, he should move on but he knows there’s a part of him that’ll never move on from you. When you died, a part of him did as well. Pressing play with a grunt, he put the speaker up to his ear.

“Hi, baby! I’m going to be late coming home from patrol. You know how it is, these bastards trying to keep me from you.” His eyes started to water at the sweet sound of your giggle before taking a breath. “I’ll pick up your favorite ramen on the way home, extra spicy just how you like it. I love you, Katsuki. See you soon!” The audio ended, but Bakugou didn’t let his phone drop.

He leaned forward, burying his eyes into his palm before letting out a soft sob. Feeling his chest tighten as he played it one more time. God how he missed your voice, missed how you said his name with such love. The tears started to flow over his cheeks. “I love you so-so fucking much…” He said softly before a heartbreaking cry came from his mouth.

[maiyami]

Something in The Orange

“I’ve missed you…more than you’ll ever possibly understand.”

One-shot

Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader

All characters aged up 21+

Minors DO NOT interact 18+

Unedited, sorry in advance.

******Flash Warning*******

Context: post breakup reunion, bad coping mechanisms, slight angst, sex, lewd behavior, language, make up, happy ending, and more.

It was cold, colder than you expected it to be. But the wind that nipped at your face didn’t bother you one bit. Actually if you really thought about it? It actually felt great, almost numbing. You don’t know why you kept coming here, couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. Maybe it made you feel better, even though this wasn’t your spot to begin with. Well wasn’t your spot alone. That now all feels like a distant memory, maybe even a dream.

Katsuki had shown you this spot one day after patrol, said he came here to watch the colors burn bright into the sky until it faded and the stars lit up the night. It was his peace after long and terrible days. Soon after it became your peace as well, a place to share together to forget the responsibilities you both carried on your shoulders. Even though this was a place of escape, you both couldn’t escape the hardships of being heroes.

Many missed dates, promises long forgotten, and the schedule differences started to put a strain on both of you. Eventually, this spot wasn’t peaceful anymore. Just a reminder of how much you both let things slip, instead of fighting for each other…you both barely shared a passing glance when together. Sooner rather than later, the effort was gone and you were strangers.

You tried to get back into your old routine, it was painful. You managed though, forgetting all about the spot that looked over the city. Forgetting the little bench you used to spend hours on speaking with Katsuki. That was until you’re accident. That goddamn accident, the accident that made everyone wary about you being a hero still. If only you saw that building coming down, got out of the way in time. You’d be kicking ass now. Instead you agreed to take the time off as “necessary” for you to “heal” properly, mentally and physically. Such a load of bullshit.

Now you find yourself back on this bench, looking out at the orange in the sky. A brown paper bag sitting comfortably next to you, instead of the person you used to spend all your hours with. Reliving memories that you wish you could go back in time for. Letting the air cool you while the alcohol burned your throat. Peaceful, it was kind of peaceful. Closing your eyes for a moment, you let your head lean back. That was until a familiar voice graced your ears. “Y/N…”

It wasn’t any secret that Katsuki wasn’t good at emotions or relationships. Many of his friends were happily surprised when you came into his life. He seemed happier, more full of light. So when you guys departed they felt his sorrow, felt his pain. Even worse, felt his rage. It wasn’t that the break up was bad, but a piece of him was missing. The small bit where he wasn’t an insufferable dickhead now ripped from him.

He did his best like you, trying to busy himself. Keep his mind elsewhere. So instead of coming to the bench when the sky was orange and beaming? He came back when the stars lit up the night sky instead. It was more quiet but his eyes longed for the beauty in colors that late afternoon could provide him. Something in the orange that made his mind melt into bliss. Which is where he found himself today, a day he found the most sufferable that he’s had in a long time.

His PR team only just informed him of your accident, after nearly two whole months. He was beside himself, actually livid. Damn near blew up his office at the news, thank god for Kirishima being there. If it wasn’t for his quirk and the sheer mass of him, no one would have been able to hold Katsuki back. His rage quickly died down to regret, guilt. Regret that he didn’t try to make the relationship work, guilt that he finds out you were hurt months later. He instantly went to snatch his phone, dialing your number by memory. Only to be met when the dreaded “number no longer in service” message.

He started to call your agency, but they refused to give your personal number out. Stating that you shouldn’t be bothered while trying to recover. He felt defeated, down right crushed at the fact that he messed things up so badly that you went and changed your number on him. The day only just kept going down from there, so after a horrid day he wanted to feel at ease. Making his way to the long forgotten spot, to see the colors dance in the sky before it turned to black. What he didn’t expect was for someone to be sitting on your side of the bench.

He stopped for a moment, looking at the back of your head. Ready to leave and just go home, wallow in his own misery in his house. But when your head went back, eyes closed…that’s when those thoughts flew out the window. His whole day…his whole goddamn day he was searching for you, only for the universe to literally present you to him in the glow of his favorite colors.

He couldn’t walk away now, he couldn’t just leave you there with all these feelings filling his chest while he looked over your features. Instead of being a coward, instead of giving up like he did before? He called out too you.

Your head shot up, whipping it around to see exactly who you knew it was going to be. Something ignited within you, pulling you up from the bench to move around it. You wobbled slightly, giving off that you more than likely just had a bit to much to drink. But he was right in front of you now, the person who made this place your peace long ago.

“Bakugou…?” You said almost breathlessly, and you saw him visibly cringe at the sound of his last name coming from your mouth. He was so used to “Katsuki” or “Suki” coming from you that sometimes he forgot he had a last name. But hearing you say it? Damn near broke his heart in two. He walked forward, coming to your aid as when you stepped forward your foot caught a bit of rock. Catching you just in time before you were just a drunken mess on the ground.

“Hey…it’s alright I got you.” He said softly, guiding you back to the bench. Once you both sat down, that’s when you really looked over each other. Months and months have been rough on both of you. Katsuki looked more tired than you ever remembered, bags under his eyes, and a slight reddening in the whites of them. He must have been crying today.

You on the other hand looked a mess, rosy cheeks from the cold. Hair a mess from the wind, and now that Katsuki was truly looking at your face? He noticed the remainders from your injuries. A scar coming over your left eye, somewhat pinkening from the healing process but your once beautiful eye color was now just present in your right eye. The one with the scar had a milky look to it, while your breath had the lingering scent of booze. It honestly killed him to see you this way.

“How are…how are you doing?” He asked, fear in his voice to even ask this question. He knew that answer, he knew that this was a baited question. But he just needed you to say more, bless his ears with the sound of your voice.

Your eyes had fire in them, looking at him with a narrowed expression before letting out a dry laugh. “Well…I’m here watching the sky turn to orange and red…drinking myself to death at the memories I had. How do you think?” You slightly scoffed, rolling your eyes while going to grab your bottle once more. But a large hand came to stop you, grabbing the bottle himself before tossing it over the side of the cliff. You gasped, ready for this fight you were about to have. “How fucking dare-” You were going to spit venom until he cut you off.

“Yes, I fucking dare. You’re not going to sit here and waste away. Fuck sake y/n…it’s freezing out here. You have no goddamn jacket you dumbass, your reek of booze, and not to mention…you’re still recovering.” The last part made you see red, made all those hated thoughts come rushing forward.

“Not that you actually fucking care! What do you see a helpless bystander and just have to be a hero about it?! I can take care of myself Bakugou, have been doing it since you goddamn left.” You spit back, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt when he didn’t reach out after the accident. That he wasn’t by your side, like he had always been. I guess you expected more.

“I only found out about the accident today! No one fucking told me, when I found out I tried to fucking call you but your number wasn’t available. I called your fucking agency too but those bastards weren’t any help. Wouldn’t tell me where you were, how you were, not even give me your fucking number y/n. If I knew? I would have been there in a fucking second…I would have went to you!” Now it was his turn to get pissed, that you would think so little of him that he wouldn’t want to be there for you. It didn’t matter how long it had been, he still loved you with every fiber of his soul. Always wanted the best for you, with or without him.

Shock came across your face, even more so when you noticed the faint wetting in his eyes. He was truly upset by the fact he wasn’t there. Upset that he couldn’t get you through the worst time of your life. It brought tears to your own eyes, along with a slight sniffle. He hated seeing you cry, even more so when he’s the reason you’re crying. Instead of saying anything else, he just pulled you closer. Holding you tightly like he used to when days were hard on you.

“You-…you tried to reach out to me?” You said muffled into his chest as you felt him physically shake. All these emotions, all these memories started to flood you. You had been so used to being cold that you forgot how much his warmth heals you. Carefully wrapping your arms around his torso. “What happened to us.” You more muttered to yourself but you didn’t expect him to pull your face out of his chest to look you right in the eyes.

“We lost sight of what really mattered…” He voice was soft, calm with his words. “We fought over little things…stopped trying…we just thought there was nothing we could do. We could have done everything…I could have done more.” He always solely blamed himself for the downfall of your relationship. He carried that with him everyday, everyday since he didn’t come home. “Let’s go to my place…it’s freezing, you’re going to get sick.”

It felt almost awkward going back into his home, I smelt exactly the same. A slight burning smell with sugar, it smelt like home. You’re not sure what he was thinking bringing you here, but here you were anyways. Wether it was the alcohol or just your curiosity getting the better of you but you spoke before really processing it in your brain. “Did you ever miss me?”

This caught his attention, making him walk right up to you. Softly cupping your cheeks into his palms while absolute adoration glazed in his eyes while looking at you. “I’ve missed you…more than you’ll possibly ever understand. I shouldn’t have walked away…should have fought for us.” A thumb coming up to wipe away a tear that fell from your lashes. “I’m sorry…y/n…I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shook your head, bringing your own hands up to now cup his face. Mimicking his motion of wiping a tear from him now. “You aren’t the cause for everything…I could have done more too. God…Katsuki…I’ve missed you so much. I wish I did things differently, not gotten so mad over the stupidest things. I worked too…I knew we were always going to be pulled in several directions…I’m sorry.”

The sound of his name made him pull out of your hold, his heart picked up, cheeks as red as his eyes. In the long time you knew Katsuki, there was only ever two times you saw his face this red. When he asked you to be his girlfriend and the first time you had sex. It was a sight that wasn’t often shown but you marveled in it. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a tender kiss.

The kind of kiss that was much needed, like finally coming home from being away. It was passionate, intense, and loving. It showed that both of you never stopped caring, not stopped loving each other. Even if there had been time apart for each other, maybe this was what was going to bring you back together.

Before you knew it, your back was flat on his bed. Hair splayed out around you while your body bounced a little against the sheets. To Katsuki, you never looked more beautiful than in this moment. The lust in your eyes, the quiver in your lower lip, and the soft sounds you made while he trailed kisses down the side of your neck. Goosebumps littering your skin as your stomach tightened. You wanted this, wanted this more than anything in the world.

“Please…Katsuki…don’t make me wait.” You said so full of lust and need. How could he ever say no to you? How could he deny you, when you ask so fucking good for him.

“I’ll never make you wait for me…not ever again.” Which that, clothes were quickly thrown about. Leaving you both bare for each other once again. Both taking a moment to take in everything that had been missing. Gentle touches and soft tongues gliding over skin until you were both truly ready. With Katsuki placed snuggly between your plush thighs, this length just barely rubbing against your entrance…he paused to look down at you.

“If we do this again? You’re going to have to deal with me the rest of your lives…okay?” He was nervous, very uncharacteristically so. You reached up, cupping his cheek to bring him in for a long, deliberate kiss. “I’m not going anywhere…” You said softly back at him.

He smiled into the kiss, pushing his head past your tight entrance to slowly, very slowly slip all the way into you. A perfect fit like usual, all you were made for him. A gasp coming from you, while Katsuki sighed. Moving his hips in and out at first with the pace of two lovers wanting to savor the moment, savor the feeling of warmth and wetness. Hips grinding against hips until Katsuki grunted. The breath taking pace that you had become used to started to pick up, making your legs wrap around his lower back.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, bringing your arms up to let your nails dig into his shoulders. Holding on for dear life, like if you let go he wouldn’t be there anymore. His hands dropped to the sides of your head, caging you in while the sheets started to burn under his grasp. “I know…baby…fuck- Princess…let go for me, yah?” He moaned softly out to you, he want to feel you lose yourself.

Whines and whimpers poured out of your mouth, your grip was tightening but the second while your body started to shake. Cunt clenching down hard around his cock, making him almost lose himself right in the moment but he wanted to watch you lose yourself first. “That’s it- that’s fucking it…cum Princess…fucking cum on this cock. Fuccck-shit cum Princess…ima-”

With his words, your eyes snapped shut. Head lolling back while your whole body tightened before it shook. Cumming around his cock, with Katsuki looking at your face the whole time. As he felt your cunt throb one more time, he shuttered. One…two…three more thrusts of his hips and he spilled his seed into you. Painting your insides a pretty white before stilling.

One last kiss placed on your lips, Katsuki slowly pulled out. Feeling how your overspent body was shaking, he quickly went to his bathroom. Gathering up supplies to clean you off, and grab clothes to get you ready for bed. Once you both were all set, cleaned up and covered by the silk of the sheets. You both just laid there for a moment, basking in the aftermath.

Turning on your side, you looked at Katsuki. He seemed happy, calm almost. “Did you mean it?”

He slowly turned to his own side, pulling you to his chest. A kiss was placed on the crown of your head. “Every fucking word, I love you.”

You felt a tear come to your eyes, but you weren’t sad. You were the happiest you’d been in so long. “I love you too.”

[maiyami]

Did You Say Something?

“It’s so much better when you can’t speak.”

Shouta Aizawa X Male Reader

Minors Do Not Interact 18+

Requested

One-Shot

Content: bondage, dom/sub, gagged, male dom, language, cum, slurred speech, orgasm denial, snowballs, nsfw, power dynamics, and more.

“Don’t you look good.~” You said while looking over your boyfriend, a smirk creeping to the sides of your lips while Shouta furrowed his brows at you. The muffled grunts coming from him was just the cherry on top of the whole situation.

There he was, arms tucked neatly behind his back. His chest pushed out on display, admiring your own work. You had looked up and researched Shibari for a few weeks now, obtaining all the necessary tools to create the masterpiece in front of you. Thankfully it didn’t take much convincing for your boyfriend to allow you to do this.

As he shifted on the bed, you took a moment to sit behind him to make sure your knots wouldn’t give out from his strength. Looking over the aesthetically pleasing way the ropes looked, pulling his arms backwards. Really highlighting how muscular his back and arms really were. You let your fingers run over the karada knots, pushing each one of them into his back. Extremely pleased with the shutter you felt from him as they pushed on the correct acupuncture points, knowing they will stimulate him further once he was flat on his back.

Coming back around to his front, another devilish smirk spread across your features as you pushed a thumb against the cloth gag. Hearing the choked out sound coming from the back of his throat. “It’s so much better when you can’t speak.” You teased before giving the side of his cheek a degrading pat. Earning a narrow-eyed stare from your partner. While mumbling something against the cloth, laughter rang out from you. “Say it again, darling.”

Aizawa mumbled again, trying to push the gag out of his mouth but just ended up soaking it more with saliva. “Rhmove da dahm ghag…” he tried to say but it only made you laugh a bit more. Placing a palm on his shoulder to push him back. A small little “thump” against the mattress echoed into the room while you looked over how incredibly hard he was. This was as raw and vulnerable Aizawa was ever going to get with you. For anyone really. Tied up, naked, and in the mercy of your hands.

With him now on his back, you slipped his thighs over your own. Spreading him out slightly before leaning your head over his cock. Looking him in the eyes as you spit over his head, taking your eyes off his to watch the saliva trail down from his head, down the length of his shaft, and pool down over his balls. What a fucking sight. Your hand slowly made its way from his chest, down his torso, and finally reached his throbbing length. Taking a hold of it, squeezing tightly before giving an experimental stroke.

His body shook under you, a moan trying to rip through his throat but caught into the gag. So you have another stroke, then another, until you had a slow paced rhythm with your hand. While your other hand went to grab the small bottle of lubricant that sat pretty on the nightstand. Snapping the cap open to dripping the warming liquid over his cock while it slide down to his tightened hole. Tossing the bottle elsewhere, to bring your middle finger to rub circles around the tightened muscle.

One Aizawa felt that, he damn near jerked out of your grasp. Body quivering and goosebumps lining his skin at your touch. “Mmm…nhhh…sthop…pwease tooo mwch.” Came from behind the cloth, making you slow your movements even more. He was already so fucking close, to close for your liking. The pulsing of his cock was a tell tale sign that he was going to cum soon. Just as you watched his eyes shut and his abdomen tighten? You let go of his shaft, earning a muffled gasp from him. Eyes shooting open as he looked so pathetic that his finish was taken away. How you loved the suffering in his features.

“You don’t cum until I say so. You know the rules.” You said proudly, giving him a moment before you returned your hand to his cock. Instead of continuing to stroke him, you leaned forward to wrap your lips around his head. Sucking hard and long before your head started to bob up and down. His thighs tightened, his back arched. Only putting pressure on the knots placed along his spine. Letting a single finger past the ring of muscles to the sound of a choked out whine.

“Pwease…cum…fhuckk…!” He moaned out, music to your ears. So you nodded, pushing your finger in fully and taking his whole length down your throat. Feeling him shudder and still. Emptying himself into your throat and mouth. After he was finished, you leaned up. Untying the gag from his mouth before tapping the side of his cheek. Meaning for him to open up.

He was bright red, tears in his eyes while he opened his mouth up. Slotting his lips with yours as you shared a messy cum filled kiss. You hummed something pleasant, leaning back from him to look him over once more before chuckling. “Let’s do this again sometime, baby. It’s so much better hearing you choke on your words.

[maiyami]

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃 ~ 18+ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈

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𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:

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⇰ 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙾𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~ 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒

⇰ 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚒�� 𝙲𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒

✧ 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! ✧

[maiyami]

Mαʂƚҽɾʅιʂƚ: Uρԃαƚҽԃ 17/10/2022

𝐁𝐌𝐇𝐀

𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒 (𝙷𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚜)

✶𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎✶

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𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

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𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖

[maiyami]

𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒜 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

“She was there…I swear she was.”

Keigo Takami X Female Reader

One-Shot

Minors do not interact. 18+

Unedited, I’m very sorry about that.

Content: Mentions of past relationship, dream walking, nsfw, dreams, hawks believes he sees his ex-girlfriend, open ended ending, smut, adult language, sex, trigger warnings, etc.

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It was just another night, crispy air surrounded Keigo as he made his way back to his penthouse. Back, wings, arm, legs…anything that could be sore and tired was. With a loud huff, he slid open the sliding glass door. Shimming his way through before taking in his now barren looking living room.

It actually sadden his soul, even though it’d been months…he still missed your presence. The scent of your vanilla perfume floating around your once shared space, and the way you beamed at him when he finally was able to come home. He wasn’t even sure he should still be this upset, one day you were here then the next gone. Never getting an explanation as to why you left.

With an even deeper sigh, he kicked his boots off. Shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over the couch before sulking off to the bathroom. Maybe an extremely cold shower will shake him out of the mood. Even though he knew it wouldn’t. He had become so accustomed to putting the water hotter than hell itself for you that it just came naturally once he started the shower.

A defeated chuckle left his lips, remembering how many times you’d both bicker over the temperature. Thinking how silly it all was now, how silly he was that he couldn’t just let you want to melt both your skin off with the heat. He remembered the little pout everytime on your adorable features when he even attempted to turn it cooler. Saying something along the lines of how your quirk didn’t keep you warm like his wings do for him. He always liked to play over that look on your face anytime he went into a too hot shower.

Exiting the bathroom now, he finally decided enough with these pesky emotions. Sleep will make it better, sleep always made things better for him. He can get lost in whatever his mind comes up with. Losing his towel that sat low on his hips, he planted himself flat on his stomach. Wispy hairs all over his pillow as slept took over his body.

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Keigo blinked his eyes open, furrowing his brows. A dreamless night? That was new, even for him. A groan slipping from his lips, he turned himself to his back. Staring up at his ceiling fan, watching the blades turn ever so slowly until a giggle graced his ears. He shot himself upright, he knew that giggle anywhere. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim room, he saw you.

There you were, standing near the corner of his bedroom. Your bright eyes piercing through the darkness to lock onto his golden ones. Hair cascading down your back into a low ponytail just how you used to wear it. Not to mention the lack of clothing not snugging your amazing body.

Another beautiful giggle slipped from your throat before tilting your head. “Miss me, pretty bird?” The nickname you dubbed him many moons ago, it was music to his ears. You were artwork to his eyes. All he could do is sit there, in all his glory staring back at you with his mouth hanging open. Why were you back? You had quiet literally fallen off the face of the earth. No one had heard from you. But now here you are, standing naked in his room.

“Keigo…are you not happy to see me?” Your voice almost sounded innocent, maybe a little timid. You started toward, light on your toes as you came up on your knees at the foot of the bed.

Keigo couldn’t help but look over your body, your perfect skin. How your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, or how your thighs looked so plush pushed together as your knees touched. He felt arousal build in his stomach, it tingled all the way down to his cock. The throb couldn’t be ignored, trying to push his lewd thoughts out of his mind to try and speak.

“Y/N…what- what are you doing here?” His voice almost sounded foreign to himself. It rang in his ears, made him flush from cheek to cheek. “You’ve been missing? Everyone went looking for you…why are you here?” He couldn’t wrap his head around this, he also couldn’t understand how he didn’t feel you come inside. He lays his feather out everywhere through his penthouse…he would have felt you come inside.

You sort of just sighed, looking over him before your eyes peered down at his hardening erection before trailing them back up to his face. “I’m missing, Keigo? Why haven’t you found me yet?” You felt forward onto your palms, crawling your way up to him. You could physically see his body freeze, almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Finally you sat perfectly on his lap, thighs caging him down. “Won’t you come find me?” You whispered this time, leaning forward to press your bare chest to his.

“Find you? But you’re here…here with me.” He whispered back, thinking this was just some game you decided to play. He hesitated to touch you, handing coming up before balling into fists. “You left me…without a word.” There was a little venom in that sentence, hurt flashing in his eyes. He felt you reach down, grabbing his hands to place them on your hips. You were here, he could feel your skin under his. In his palms, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’ll never leave you again…never.” You whispered back, leaning forward to press your lips to his. That’s when the restraint Keigo was holding in finally snapped. He gripped you tighter, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Sweet, you taste sweet. Like cream and strawberries on his tongue, it was intoxicating. Your vanilla scent filled the room as Keigo broke the kiss off. Moving to plant kisses down your neck.

"Never fucking again..." He murmurs against your skin, lifting your hips up ever so slightly. Letting the head of his cock brush against your slick folds. The physical shutter you felt come out of him was something out of this world. How wet you were melted all of Keigo's fears away. This was no dream, you were here. In his arms, about to sit pretty on his cock. Bringing you down slowly, he split you in two. He wasn't sure if it was from how long it's been since he's had sex or that this was just the power you had over him, but he felt like he was hit by a truck of lust.

With every drag of his cock, your walls tightened around him. Sucking him in deeper and deeper. Your warm walls felt like heaven, at least the closest thing he was ever going to get that would resemble heaven. He looked up, watching the pleasure take over your irises. Watching your head fall back and be lost in the feeling of his touch. He wanted to savor this moment, replay it in his mind over and over again until the day he dies.

The way your slick cunt was moving up and down on him was breathtaking. So he gripped you tighter, deciding to thrust up into you with long and calculated strokes. Bringing you all the way down to his base, his head bullying its way against your cervix. If he died right now? He would be the happiest man that ever did walk this plain of life. The feeling of your nails digging crescent marks into his tanned skin was enough to drive him wild.

As you bounced up and down his cock, he let one of his feathers pluck itself out of his wings. Spreading them wide as that little feather slipped in between you both. Until it reached your clit, pressing teasingly slow circles against that extra sensitive spot of yours. The surprised moan that you let out brought a cheeky smirk to his lips.

"That's it baby...lose yourself on my cock. Fucking cum...make a goddamn mess...Y/N...fuck-" He moaned out loudly, thrusting up into you with a brutal pace. It was enough to make you see the stars in the sky, and feel every nerve in your body ignite.

As you cried out a gurgled mix of fuck and his name, you came undone on his cock. Your slick dripping down his cock, red marks deepened into his skin before your walls squeezed with all their power around his cock. A gasp left his lips, making him thrust even harder into you before sputtering out moan after moan.

"Fuck-FUCK...gonna cum...shit- baby bird I am going to fucking cum...can I-" Before he could even finish that sentence, you locked lips with him one last time. Not giving him any room to pull out of your already dripping cunt.

Feeling his whole body shake, he pulled you tight against his chest. Painting your walls white before finally breaking from your crushing kiss. His breathing was heavy, the room smelt like sex, and his vision was blurred. You leaned in, letting your lips just brush the shell of his ear.

"Keigo...I need you to wake up."

Suddenly, Keigo's eyes shot open. Sitting himself upright to take a survey of the room. The room smelt like clean sheets, with the underline smell of musk. His body felt hot, while the sticky feeling of his spent tickled his torso. Looking to the side of the bed that was once yours, you were still not there. Was it all a dream? It couldn't have been, he felt you in his hands, against his skin, and on his cock.

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The next day, he returned to work as normal. However, your imagine was gnawing at the back of his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of you. As he sat at his desk, mulling over what he should do...an old friend decided to stop by.

Endeavor came stomping through his door, disappointment gracing his features as he looked at the Number Two Hero "relaxing" at his desk. His fire flared, slamming a hand onto the desk to get Keigo's attention.

"Hawks! How dare you sit around and do nothing. Shouldn't you be out on patrol." Like Endeavor had any right coming into Keigo's agency and yelling at him as if he was a sidekick. Keigo just glared at him, something that rarely came from the calm and cool winged hero.

"Y/H/N-" He started to say, getting a cocked eyebrow from the flaming hero. "She came to my house last night...she was there...I swear she was...standing in my room. In my bed-" Keigo cut himself off before finally making eye contact with Endeavor.

However, the flamed hero said nothing. He looked over at Keigo before motioning him to follow. Now the winged hero was raising a brow, lifting himself up to follow the Number One Hero out onto the balcony.

Once they were both finally outside, Endeavor let out a heavy sigh. "When Y/H/N first went missing, I sent out a sidekick to do some digging." This surprised Keigo, everyone had given up trying to find you. Even he himself had just given up, believing that you just didn't want to be found.

Endeavor handed a packet to Keigo, telling him to open it. What was inside it? Damn near made his heart stop. It was your cracked cellphone, with one half-typed text message that was never sent. It was to Keigo's personal cellphone number.

"I need help, LoV is after me. Dabi foun-"

Keigo looked at Endeavor, his fist gripping the cell phone tight. The rage in his eyes could stop anyone in their tracks. "Y/N- said to me that I need to find her. I thought it was real...but she came to me in a dream. She isn't missing, she's been taken."

[maiyami]

I Wish I Knew What To Do

The more I speak to writer friends, the more I realize that fandom is about to legitimately lose some amazingly talented people because the fandom doesn’t care anymore. There’s almost zero support for artists, writers, giffers, creators. 

Three years ago, I would post a fic and within an hour have over 200 notes. I don’t say this to brag, because now- I am HAPPY to get 10 notes on anything I post. Legit excited that I hit 10. 

Did the quality of my work go down? I don’t think so. Those who read and give me feedback don’t think so. I think we agree that it’s gotten better. Has it gotten stale? Sure, sometimes, you write something familiar just because you’ve written so much. But it’s not as stale as anyone else’s. 

Is our fandom dying? Yes. Why? Because fans have stopped interacting with the one thing that keeps fandoms alive: CONTENT. If you want to keep your fandom alive, YOU have to keep it alive. 

We create because we love it, we share because we love it, you ignore it because… ? Maybe you don’t love it. Maybe you don’t want work from someone anymore. But then don’t complain when your favorite writers, your beloved artists, your dash-filling gif makers are gone. 

If you want the fandom to thrive, YOU need to help keep it alive. 

Reblog. Comment. Interact. Damn the man, Save the Fandom.

[maiyami]

𝟡𝟘 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤

“Give me 90 days, then I will be used to him not being here.”

One-shot

Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader ft Hanta Sero

Minors don’t interact 18+

Unedited, so it’s basically shit.

Content: break-up, mentions of sex, mentions of drug use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst, hopefulness, open ended ending, and more.

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Six days later:

“Honey…you have to get out of this apartment. Sitting around isn’t going to make you feel better.”

Mina was sitting across from you at your kitchen table, you could see the worry in her eyes.

It had been almost a week since Bakugou said that he needed to be away from you. That he thought it wasn’t the right time for the both of you to be together.

“You’re the right person, but it’s the wrong time.” His voice echoed through your mind. Such a fucking cop out. That’s what first went through your mind, that if he just didn’t want to be with you that he should man up and say it how it is.

There was pain behind your eyes as you looked back at her. Face swollen from the amount you had cried, blotchy red spots marked your face, and you overall looked hollow.

“I appreciate you coming over, but I really want to be alone.” You basically hissed at her. Getting up from the table to move yourself back on the couch. Plopping back down in the little home you made there.

The sigh that sounded from Mina made you realize that she wasn’t going anywhere. Feeling her sit next to you, pulling you into her embrace. Sitting there in silence while her fingers played with your hair.

“I’m not saying put yourself out there to date again…but at least leave these walls. And bitch take a shower…you stink.” That earned a chuckle from you, which gave Mina some hope. Kissing the crown of your head before laughing herself. “Come get coffee with me, but SHOWER first.”

You mulled it over for a moment, pulling yourself from her arms. You nodded, getting up to make your way to your bathroom.

Mina basically shot herself off the couch, running into your room to put an outfit together. Calling out from the other room while you turned the water on. “See! This will be good! Baby steps my lovely!”

You didn’t answer back, stepping into the hotter than hell water. Letting it just pour down your skin. Something that didn’t make you feel numb, it actually hurt your skin. The first thing you’ve felt since he left.

While hearing Mina move about in the next room, you finally called back to her. Your voice sounded defeated, almost soft in tone as well.

“Give me 90 days, then I’ll be used to him not being here.”

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19 days later:

It was still hard, many things reminded you of Bakugou. When someone had a husky voice when speaking, a hot-head sounding off when something bothered them, seeing blonde haired men walking down the street even, and it made all those memories you pushed down…come back to the surface.

While you sat outside this coffee shop, your mind wandered. It was like you were there again, the day he asked you to be his.

The blush on his cheeks, how adorable you thought it looked on him. Him stuttering out his words before holding your hand tightly. How he asked if it was something you wanted, that he couldn’t just stay friends with benefits with you when I loved you so much more than just a quick fuck.

He loved you…it still stings to think that there was someone who loved you. Someone who said they would be there through your tough times. Only for him to not be there for them anymore. The time he looked over your body, put his hands on you…it all started to come back.

You remembered the first time he touched you. His hands rough, but also somewhat soft. Pushing your breasts together, only to shower them with love bites and kisses. How his tongue trailed down your sternum, hot to the touch from his fiery mouth. God…he could make your body feel like it had never been touched before.

His hands pushing your thighs up towards your chest, lovingly kissing your plush thighs. Until a harsh nip would cause you to arch your back. Every little mark he left on your body was then kissed over so passionately that it made your head spin. His tongue parting your lower lips before sucking on your clit so hard it made your eyes cross.

Thick fingers pushing their way into you, curling up to hit that perfect spot. You thought right then and there that you’d never feel pleasure like this ever again. Especially when he finally slipped his thick cock into your tight walls. The way he rolled his hips against yours, the way your thighs trembled against his frame…the stars in your eyes were brighter than the ones in the night sky.

“You’re fucking perfect…princess.” He muttered into the crook of your neck before you moaned softly for him. Before his hips stopped, releasing all the love that he had for you.

As you pulled yourself from that memory, you felt your waterline start to tear up. Bringing a hand up to brush under your eyes before your tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. You couldn’t let Mina see you cry again.

But as she approached you, you already knew that she saw the action. Sadness washed over Mina’s face while she sat down, grabbing onto your hand tightly. “71 more days, you’ll get through it.” She said with such love in her voice before you showed her your first smile in over a month. It gave her hope, easing herself into conversation with you.

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37 days later:

It was your first time actually going out since the break up, Mina made sure that no one mentioned Bakugou. “If anyone mentions him, I’ll melt your face off.” Her words exactly to your friend group. Which in fact, no one had heard from Bakugou lately. It wasn’t like he was taking the break up well either, the only person he truly spoke to was Kirishima but even Kiri knew better than to mention how upset his best friend was. He knew it didn’t do any good.

The dress the girls picked out for you really showed off your features. Low neck line, lace at your hips, and so body fitted that it left little to the imagination. You finally felt good about yourself, like maybe things were starting to feel better. Slowly getting used to the idea that Bakugou was no longer in your life. You were starting to become yourself again.

Once you made it into the club, you mood changed about how you felt. Suddenly out of place, like it was wrong for you to be here. Wrong for you to feel somewhat okay at the thought of going out to have fun.

Everyone was extremely pleased that you came out, bringing you into hugs, face kisses, and complimenting you to the nines. Even if you felt out of place, you were going to force yourself to have a good time.

It was about an hour into being there, the music vibrated the seat you took home in. Declining to dance with anyone who asked, milking the drink in front of you. That’s when Sero finally moved from his seat, coming to slither his way to sit next to you.

“You aren’t trying~” He hummed into your ear, before he laughed a little.

He wasn’t wrong, you weren’t trying to have a good time. It more felt like you had to be here. It made you sigh, leaning back into the booth before looking at him.

“I feel out of place, like I can’t let go and have fun.” You said back loudly over the thumping of the base.

He looked over you for a moment, letting his hand slide into his front pocket before producing a little baggy in front of your eyes. The little white substance glistening in the florescent lights while his cheshire smile graced his lips. You eyed him for a moment, shaking your head before grabbing your drink once again.

“No.” You said loudly before his shoulders shrugged.

“Come on, sweetheart. Live a little, let go!” He opened the bag, putting his pinkie into the baggy before bringing the appendage up to his nose. Sniffing in while he let his head fall back. The pleasure that moved over his face made you think.

Maybe this will make you feel better, make you forget more. Moving forward toward him, letting your eyes flutter up to meet his. “Fine.” Is all you had to say before he dipped his finger back into the bag. Bringing it up to your face. Looking into his eyes once again before taking a hold of his wrist. Closing your eyes to inhale.

It didn’t take long before euphoria to grace over your mind, the music sounded better. You felt out of your body as you took his hand into yours. Pulling him out into the center of the dance floor. The smirk that graced his lips as he looked back at Kirishima and Denki really said it all.

You pulled him fleshed against your body, hands slipping behind his neck while his thigh parted your legs. The Spanish music made it so much easier to grind yourself against him to the beat of the music. Faces close together while you teased him, lips ghosting over his before they finally locked together.

Little did you know, your friends sitting at the booth looked on with worry. They all knew this wasn’t the way for you to forget Bakugou. Kirishima leaned in to speak with the others, voicing his opinion.

“This isn’t good…he is playing into her pain. He shouldn’t be doing this.” He went to get up, he wanted to stop what was happening. It wasn’t until Jirou grabbed his arm. Pulling him back into his seat.

“Leave it be, Kiri. This is the most fun I’ve seen her have in months. It’s her life…let her get through it the way she needs.” Now that pissed Kirishima off. Something that rarely happened.

“It’s not right and you know it!” Pulling himself from her grasp, only to look up and find that both Sero and you were gone. He didn’t see either of you, panic rushed over his body.

In the back of the club, Sero had you pinned in the one stall bathroom. His lips attached to your neck while you grinded down on his thigh. Pupils blown wide as soft little mewls slipped past your lips. It felt different, but honestly it wasn’t a good different.

His hands weren’t rough, his touch was rushed, and he wasn’t anything like Bakugou. His tongue didn’t burn your skin, his hands didn’t give you goosebumps. Right then and there, that’s when you realized that…Bakugou ruined you for other men. Even drugs weren’t going to help you feel what he used to make you feel.

As Sero’s hand moved under your dress, that’s when your chest bobbed. Cheek hot as tears started to come down your face.

Once Sero saw, he immediately stopped. Moving to cup your cheeks in his hands before sighing. He didn’t need to say anything once he saw the hurt in your bright eyes. He just wrapped his hands around your middle, pulling you in to bury your face into his chest. His voice soft as his head rested on the top of yours. “I know…” was all he said before you let it all out.

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52 days later:

After everything that happened in the club, it actually made you become closer to Sero.

He understood the pain of losing someone who was in your life daily, all he wanted was to be there for you. Which ended up in daily smoking sessions up on the rooftop of your building.

You found comfort in him, something you didn’t think would be possible for a long time. Sure, he didn’t give the warmth you basked in with Bakugou. But he did give you something else, a little glimpse of happiness without him.

One night while you both sat on top of the roof, a blunt already ashed out. Sero finally asked what he had been thinking ever since you started to date his over the top stubborn hot-headed friend.

“What made you want to be with Bakugou?”

Leaning back on your hands, you looked up into the stars. A little smile spread over your features before answering him.

“He made me feel warm? Like sitting in the sun on a cool day. He accepted me for me, didn’t look at my flaws as thing that weren’t attractive. That I didn’t need to keep my walls up around him, didn’t need to hide my own rage that was buried deep down inside…he made me feel whole. It was nice to be loved by someone who had just as many insecurities as myself. I didn’t want to hide the worst parts of myself with him.” You sighed.

Maybe this is what you needed as well, someone to just understand why you loved someone who was very similar to yourself. That he wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be. But it also made you realize that maybe it was doomed from the beginning. That it was going to end as quickly as it started.

As you kept looking up, Sero put his arm around you. Letting you lean your head onto his shoulder. He wished at that moment he could take your pain away, make you see that he could give you all of that. But it wasn’t the time, you were still hurting. You still needed time and he was going to let you have it.

“I get it, I hope you find that someone again.”

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79 days later:

It didn’t hurt nearly as bad when you saw Bakugou on the news. You actually felt proud that he saved so many people from a villain attack at a local school.

You sat there watching the footage, he looked great. Uncut hair, big muscles, and that ever present scowl on his handsome face. It didn’t hurt, which at first scared you a bit.

Reliving the memories just felt like a past life now, that you could look back at them as found memories with someone you used to know. He is a stranger to you now, but it was for the better you think.

Footsteps sounded behind you, while a coffee mug was place in front of your face. Mina looked down at you with a smile. Moving her eyes up to the tv to see what you were watching. Narrowing her eyes before looking back at you. You could feel her eyes burning into the side of your head.

“I can practically hear your thoughts, spit it out.” You said before taking a sip of your coffee.

“You’re- you have been doing so well…I don’t want you regressing. What about Sero?”

You turned the tv off, the brightest smile placed on your lips while you looked up at her. You seemed so whole to her now, it made her feel shitty about what she asked.

“It doesn’t hurt to watch him be good at what he does.”

That made Mina smile, sitting down next to you to lean into your body. “That a girl!” Mina was beaming, it finally felt like she had her friend back. That bright and cheery smile finally found its way back lovingly on your beautiful face. You didn’t have bags under your eyes from late nights of crying or horrible drug use.

“Sooo how are things with Sero? You two have gotten really close lately.” She said with a sing-song voice.

That’s when she saw the devil dance behind your eyes, giving her a little smirk before turning the tv back on. “Don’t worry about it.”

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90 days later:

You did it, you did what you said was going to happen.

It took 90 days, 90 long days but you were finally used to Bakugou not being around. It didn’t hurt at all. It didn’t hurt when someone mentioned him, or when you saw him at pro-hero balls, or even when you had to pass by his agency to get to your own.

It didn’t hurt, it felt refreshing. Like breathing in oxygen after you felt like you were suffocating under water.

The night was cool, sitting up on the rooftop while you waited for Sero to get off of patrol. The air kissed against your skin, making you wonder why you ever hated the cold. It made you feel alive now, that it soothed your heart.

As your phone vibrated next to you, it pulled you out of your peaceful thoughts. Glancing down at it, you felt your body freeze. A number flashed on your screen that you would never forget, no matter how long it had been.

“Hey, it’s Bakugou. I wanted to talk.”

You finally got used to him not being around, but that message made you remember just how hard it was to let him go. That message made things you had pushed down deep in your heart come flooding back. How you remembered why you hated the cold. Because his warmth was always there to keep you happy.

It didn’t matter how long he had been out of your life, Bakugou Katsuki still had a hold on your heart that you think will never go away. Even if it had been 90 days.