#bnha fanfiction

[slayfics]

Eijiro teaches you how to use his headpiece.

1.2k words

“You guys are all wrong,” Minoru declared. “Yaoyorozu has the best hero costume.”

“Can you not be a perv just once Mineta!” Mina yelled, bonking him on the head.

You all had been discussing who had the best hero costume in the common room of the dorms before Minoru interrupted with his own opinions.

You rolled your eyes ignoring him and moving on, “Kirishima, I think your costume is pretty cool,”

“What really?!” The redhead perked up on the couch.

“No way! How is that any less of a pervy answer than Mineta?! Come on, what about me? My jacket is pretty cool!” Denki said eager for attention.

Mina ignored Denki’s desperate cry for praise and turned to you, “It is kind of an interesting choice since Kirishima’s costume is basically just pants,” Mina giggled.

Your cheeks flushed at your friend’s words, “No no! I’m not trying to be a creep or anything!” You backtracked.

“It’s ok don’t worry! I uh- didn’t think that” Eijiro said blushing alongside you.

“I was thinking about your headpiece when I answered, you designed it yourself?? It looks so cool!” You spoke trying to redeem yourself.

“Nah- don’t lie. You just like watching him run around without a shirt,” Denki huffed.

“Leave them alone man!” Eijiro said shoving Denki off the couch. “Yeah, I designed it myself,” he spoke turning his attention back to you. A prideful smile on his face from your praise.

“That’s really impressive!” You smiled. “How does it work?? Is it hard to get on?”

“The thing breaks every time he’s in a fight! It’s not that impressive…” Denki mumbled to himself on the floor.

Eijiro ignored him and answered, “It just latches on- it’s pretty simple. I can go grab it and show you.” He offered.

“Oh-ok!” You blushed, as he sprang off the couch to head up to his dorm.

“Wait!” Mina called. “Why don’t you just go upstairs with Kirishima? Then he doesn’t have to make so many trips up and down the elevator,” Mina suggested with a sly smile.

“Are you kidding me?!” Denki exclaimed, but Mina covered his mouth.

“Go you two!” Mina encouraged, shooing at you both with her free hand.

“I uh-,” you hesitated on the couch.

“It’s ok with me,” Eijiro spoke but quickly added- “I mean as long as you’re comfortable with it!”

“I am, as long as you don’t mind me in your room,” you answered.

“Go go go, we’ll be here. Right, Kaminari?” Mina said aggressively to him. Denki giving up just nodded and rolled his eyes at Mina.

“Alright let’s go,” Eijiro waved at you to follow him, with ab apprehensive smile.

Once you both were out of earshot Mina let out a laugh. “Man, they need so much help,” she declared.

“Maybe but- you don’t have to be pushing them together,” Denki complained.

“Oh, get over it. They have been crushing on each other for a long time now.” She answered.

The elevator ride up to Eijiro’s room was long and filled with awkward conversation.

“Could I get in trouble for being here?” You asked nervously.

“Nah I doubt it- besides I’m just showing you how my headpiece works right? I suppose that could be useful to know in the future if we’re ever teamed up together,” Eijiro justified.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed nodding happily.

You both made your way to his dorm door. You briefly remembered what his dorm looked like when your class held the dorm competition- but when Eijiro opened the door it was more intense than you remembered. The bright red curtains brought a whimsical sense to the room, and the posters covering the walls illuminated the room with his personality.

“Oh wow,” you exclaimed following him inside.

“I know I know- I already heard it from Hagakure. It’s not a very appealing room,” Eijiro said sadly.

“No! I love it!” You sang.

“What really?! Thanks,” he said smiling and blushing as he looked around for his hero costume. “All right, here it is!” he said, pulling his headpiece out.

Eijiro sat on his bed, and you nervously followed his lead sitting next to him.

“It’s easy I just put it on like this-,” he said placing it on, “then lock into place on the side.” The headpiece made a snapping sound as he locked it in.

“Oh, I guess that is really easy,” you laughed nervously feeling silly for asking how it worked now. “Can I see it?”

“Yeah, sure!” He answered and took off the headpiece, handing it to you.

It was heavier than you expected and cold to the touch. "Wow, this doesn't bother you?"

"Nope! Keeps me protected from getting hit in my weak spots," He answered.

"Can I try?" You asked.

Eijiro nodded and chuckled in amusement thinking it was cute you wanted to try on a part of his costume, but when you moved closer and placed your hands around his head he froze. He hadn't realized you meant you wanted to put it on for him.

Eijiro felt his breath catch in his throat as you were just inches away from him carefully placing his headpiece on.

You secured the metal piece around his face before catching sight of him staring intently at you. His gaze made your hands start to shake as you went to snap the headpiece in place. His vermillion eyes sparkled as he looked at you with a bashful smile.

The warmth of your hands on either side of him was intoxicating and he felt how could get lost there when suddenly, "Ow!" he yelped.

Your shaking hands had caused you to pinch the side of his face as you snapped the headpiece together.

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" you exclaimed springing up off the bed.

"It's ok!" Eijiro said, reaching his hand out to reassure you.

You wanted to believe him, but you saw a drop of blood drip down to his cheek.  

"NO, YOU'RE BLEEDING!" You yelled, horrified with yourself. You booked it to his bathroom to find some first aid supplies. Eijiro followed behind you- blushing at you rummaging through his stuff in a panic.

"It's ok promise- but let me help you!" He offered.

"Oh man, you're right! First, I hurt you then I rummage through your stuff without asking! I'm the worst!" You proclaimed, dropping your head into your hands.

"No no! Really, it's not a big deal!' Eijiro said attempting to calm you as he brought out a band-aid.

"Here let me help you please!' You begged.

Eijiro smiled sweetly and handed you the band-aid and a cloth, then took his head headpiece off so you could inspect the injury.

Your eyes misted at the sight, "I'm so sorry- that looks like it hurt." You sniffed and dabbed at the injury gently with a cloth to clean off the blood. You moved closer to tend to him, and Eijiro once again felt lost in your close presence.

He smiled down at you, cheeks tinting as your hands grazed his cheek to place on the band-aid. "Believe me- I'm not even thinking about that right now," he said voice low and sultry.

You caught his gaze and blushed at realizing how close you had come to him in your panic. A blush dusted your own cheeks as you tilted your head and asked, "What are you thinking about then?"

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[maapllee]

All The Stars~ PT.3

BAKUGOU X SECRET ADMIRER PT.3

A/N: I love this part n I love writing for y'all, you guys are so sweet. I know I said this part would come out a few weeks ago, but my kitten contacted parvo virus. I hope you guys understand :<

P.S: I'd like to add that one of the next parts will have slightly suggestive themes, nothing too descriptive.

ALL THE STARS PT.1 | ALL THE STARS PT.2

You groaned, jolting awake from what you thought was a short nap. The sun was blazing, hot on your skin now. Your head and throat throbbed- you were dehydrated and miserable. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you took in your surroundings.

Bakugou shut the door to his dorm so hard the walls shook. His muscular back rested against the wooden door. He closed his eyes, panting. The book in his hands felt like concrete, heavy and cold. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. Opening the book, he took in the pages- pages and pages of sketches of himself sitting idly in class. He had to admit, you had some real talent there. He looked so calm, taking notes while resting his chin on his palm.

Meanwhile, you pulled your knees towards yourself, taking a minute to recall the past few hours. Eyes widening, you frantically searched around as you remembered you had set your sketchbook down- it would be no short of a disaster if anyone opened that book. Maybe it wasn't THAT great of an idea to carry said book out of your dorm room. Shit. Bakugou pulled Kirishima into his dorm room, his heart beating in his temples now. "Woah, I didn't think L/N would be the one who was putting those gifts in your locker! I can't say I'm surprised though, you guys are so thoughtful with each other." Kirishima nodded. "Thoughtful with wHO, I can't fuckin stand her. She's so annoying and dumb and stupid, almost stupider than Deku." Bakugou shouted, hands on his cheeks.

"Yeah, totes bro." Kirishima deadpanned, patting Bakugou's back. "So, when're ya asking her out? There are a couple good movies in the theatre or that new cafe down the street... We should ask Denki, he looks like the kinda dude to have this kinda experience", Kirishima rambled on and on, which all went over the blond's head, too busy calming the thumping in his chest, his head steaming.

Shaking his head, Bakugou took a deep breath in. "Fuck that, We have training at Ground Beta in half an hour. We'd better start heading over and warming up." Bakugou said, ushering Kirishima out of his room. Closing the door shut, He put his forehead to the cool wood at the thought of facing you at the Ground- knowing you, you must be having a panic attack at the mere thought of your sketchbook being missing- fuck- now that he thought of it, that was fucking selfish of him to do. He wondered if he could slip it into your dorm room while you were on the ground- he could fake an injury or a fever or something, he'd just have to convince Aizawa Sensei. A tough task in itself.

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You stood next to Uraraka at Ground Beta. You shifted your weight from one foot to another as your fingers fiddled with your hair, still anxious over how you couldn't find your sketchbook this morning. Bakugou was stretching with the boys in some distance, taking note of how you couldn't hide how anxious you were. Almost in tears, you thought about the possible scenarios. What if someone had taken your book? What if they'd shown Bakugou? What if they'd leaked it all around UA? Your hero career was as good as over.

Aizawa Sensei walked onto the ground, patting your back as he took notice of how down you were. Aizawa Sensei started reading off the pairings for training. You shook your head, taking in deep breaths while steadying yourself to get your head in the game. UA wasn't for the weak and you weren't going to let something as small as this drag you down- they were just sketches and you could always claim the book wasn't yours, un-named as the book was.

"YN/LN and Bakugou Katsuki, please make your way to the centre of Ground Beta."

You physically flinched as you grimaced at the pairing. Uraraka gave you a small push, urging you to step forward. Aizawa Sensei gave you the side eye, wondering what kind of argument you and Bakugou had again, prompting this kind of reaction from you. Little did he know, huh?

TAGLIST: @lovra974 Thanks so much for keeping up with the series~

[sundeathh]

LOVE BITE

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,1 K

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic & cheesy stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW.

It was a quiet night, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, the gentle light reflecting off the walls adorned with framed memories of shared experiences. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to the comforting cocoon of the bedroom that had long turned into a sanctuary from the outside world.

Aizawa sat propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, his features softened by the gentle light. Beside him, you nestled comfortably against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you idly traced patterns on his chest. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the occasional turn of another page or soft sighs of contentment.

"Would you like to have dinner now, love? I can go fix something for us if you're hungry." You mentioned, noticing you two have been cuddling like this for a while now, and it was getting late.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while longer, actually. I'm really comfy right now. I don't wanna move." He responded in a soft, relaxed voice, contrasting the stern one he usually wears at work.

After nodding your agreement, you moved just enough to place a gentle kiss on his jawline, and your lips inadvertently brushed against a spot on his neck, causing him to tense slightly. You paused, noticing his sudden stiffness, and looked up to meet his eyes, searching for more clues on his reaction.

"You're really affectionate tonight," Aizawa says with an even softer tone than before. While lowering his book to his lap, Shouta snakes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you back against him, moving his hand up to caress your hair.

That action makes you smile, and you lean your head on his shoulder again. "Well, I am affectionate when it comes to you… I thought you already knew that."

A quiet, breathy chuckle comes from within his chest and he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's… really nice."

Your heart flutters, and you lift your head to look at him with big, loving eyes. His eyes are soft, a rare expression that he wears only in moments like this, and his cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him. He looks so… homely, like a breath of fresh air. All you want to do is shove him all the love and affection you can muster.

So, without thinking twice, you lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The skin is warm against your lips, and his stubble causes a rough sensation to your lips, but you don't mind.

You lean back to allow yourself a moment to really look at him, and the usual sternness is replaced by an endearing warmth. It's a look that makes him appear vulnerable, open, and surprisingly captivating.

The contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and this softer side of him leaves you amazed, wondering how someone can exude such strength and yet look so irresistibly adorable at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you lean in to press your lips against his cheek again, unable to contain yourself as the temptation is too big. And what you end up doing is a little more intense than a kiss. Instead, you part your lips and press your teeth on his skin, giving his cheek a light, affectionate bite.

Aizawa jumps in surprise, and his breath catches in his throat. "W-wait, what are you doing?" His voice is slightly shaky now, and his breathing quickened a bit.

His reaction startled you too, since you weren't expecting him to jump. Pulling away, you bite your lip sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for having such bold behavior. "Sorry, Shouta. I didn't mean to startle you."

He blinks slowly, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to process what happened. Then, he shakes his head, looking away from you, his face flushed more. "It… it's okay. I wasn't prepared for… that, though…"

A wave of mixed emotions crashes over you as your heart speeds up, and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. How stupid of you. Worried, you quickly start apologizing again, but he stops you mid-sentence.

"It's alright." He reassures you. "I was caught off guard, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it."

Oh.

So... he liked it?

You blink, processing the moment, and your own cheeks turn pink as you attempt to suppress the devilish smirk that threatens to appear on your face. "You didn't?"

Shouta shakes his head. "Yeah, I mean… the feeling of your lips on my cheek…" He pauses, furrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "It was… like I could feel your love in that one simple action." He concludes, slowly.

Your heart melts. That was exactly your intention, after all. Smiling, you tell him, "That's true, I wanted to express that. I don't usually bite people, only the ones I love most."

That's all it takes to make his eyes go wide again, and he forgets to breathe for a second. Quietly, he mutters, "you… love me? Wait… are we talking about the same person?" He tilts his head to the side, processing your words to gauge if that was, in fact, a confession.

He's not the only one surprised. Your eyes go wide too as you realize what you just said. You hadn't confessed to him yet. Well, not directly. You weren't sure if you should. "Um…" you start but are cut short by his unbelief.

"You… love me? I mean, I know you like spending time with me but did you just say it is because you love me?" His voice is soft but rushed, and you can feel the nervousness through it.

You take a deep breath to organize your thoughts and nod. "I… do. I didn't really put much thought into what I said, it just slipped out. But it's true… I was meaning to tell you that soon." You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed that it happened in such an unplanned way. "Besides, I don't nibble people I like randomly, that would be weird. But you… I love you." You confess, blushing.

And hell, can you blame you? This man is a teeth magnet. You could nibble him all over and you'd be happy.

Aizawa moves his hand to grab yours, and he gently tugs you into a warm embrace. He kisses your forehead, his lips gentle and soft against your skin. "In that case… I'm glad that you feel the same about me." He whispers against your temple.

You sigh into him, feeling content. Of course, he does. You think he wouldn't react so strongly otherwise. He deserves some happiness, you suppose. And he loves you too, that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you." You mumble, tightening your grip on his shirt, and he squeezes you in return. It feels like everything is finally falling together.

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[alesyira]

the weird neighbor next door

snippet that may or may not end up in the next chapter of accidental vigilante, which I'm actually working on today lol

Once upon a time⁠*, the Midoriyas had a strange neighbor. He'd been a little squirrelly and hard to make sense of, but eventually things smoothed out and Izuku, for a time, had another adult to confide in and seek guidance that may or may not be the most sound advice and/or legal.

"Who the fuck cares if you lie," his neighbor scoffed right before adding on, "lying is bad."

Izuku had been used to hearing Jin's two-sided commentary, but he still blinked a questioning gaze up at the older man. A cigarette dangled precariously between his lips. Nicotine-stained fingertips reached up to pluck it free before flicking away a bit of ash. He stared at the glowing ember for a long moment as a curl of smoke wafted slowly through the still air.

Serious blue-grey eyes slanted in his direction. "Kid, the idiots out there refuse to look beyond the surface." He touched the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. "No such thing as innocent 'til proven guilty 'round here." He puffed out a very precise ring of smoke, then blew the rest through the side of his mouth as they watched the silvery circle swirl in on itself.  "Save your hide and lie your ass off. What are they gonna do if they find out, arrest you?" He rejoined it with a muttered, "maybe murder you." He grimaced and rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand.

Izuku winced at the blunt warning.

They both knew that even if the police tried, the Commission had dug themselves into a pretty deep hole with laws and regulations that didn't exactly apply to people like him. It'd been the topic of many discussions: how he could technically slip through the cracks and—given the right support—legally get away with nearly anything with minimal repercussions.

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but from the corner of his eye he caught Jin's smirk right before those big knuckles rubbed against the top of his head. He ducked out from beneath the rough handling with a scowl. 

Jin chuckled at him and shifted his weight to lean against the balcony railing. "See? Trust no one." He took another drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright. 

Izuku leaned against the railing too, turning his attention to the late afternoon sky. His mom would probably grouch at him for coming in smelling like smoke again, but he couldn't be bothered to go back inside just yet. 

Jin's advice made sense then, and it still does, so Izuku has spent the last several years carefully lying his ass off. 

* One of the prequels I'd considered writing is about Izuku's weird neighbor next door, their brief friendship, and how that leads to Izuku regaining his self confidence. It would be set right after Izuku's released from the hospital following his 'fall' from the window. Mostly fluff, some helping each other out, a smidge of found family, and a happy resolution for Jin as he kind of gets his life back together with the help of the two kind neighbors that believe in him. He moves elsewhere for a nice job offer.

[kittycatkrissa]

Along Came a Dragon

By: Kittycatkrissa

Title and beta reading: @ohmycolie

HAPPY BIRFDAYY TO MY FAVORITE BLASTY BOYYYYYYYYYY!!

Masterlist

I've had this fic in the wings for a while and just needed an excuse to post it so why not for his birthday!

Cw: I genuinely don't remember but there's no smut

(Adding a cut for length)

Your home was set deep into the trees, surrounded by flora and almost completely concealed from prying eyes. Only those who knew the path could reach you, and those who weren’t privy to that knowledge had to be led there by someone who did.

You lived so deep in the forest because of how quiet it was, not that you didn’t like the village nearby, of course. The residents were nice enough, well, nice enough not to think you were a witch. They even came to you for natural remedies and medicines, thinking of you as an impromptu healer since the old man who used to care for such things passed on.

All in all, you enjoyed your quiet life in the forest. You only ventured into town for supplies you could not forage for or make yourself. When you did, you wore your long trailing black cloak to further cement the rumors of you being a witch. The shrieks and squeals of the village children running away from you was music to you as you played with them, wriggling your fingers and chasing them as their parents watched.

Half of these children wouldn't be alive if not for you. Brynne who was now hiding underneath your cloak, had fallen off a cliff a few seasons back and no one thought he would recover. You had been the one to find him lying on the grass some distance from your cottage, stirring feebly with a nasty would on his head.

His legs were both broken, and so you carried him gently into your cottage, making him comfortable before going off to fetch the boy's mother. She was beside herself with worry, crying profusely as she saw her boy lying broken. You sat down beside him gently prodding his skin to find where his injuries were. You had given her a mortar and pestle and ordered her to grind some chamomile leaves, just so she could focus and stop her incessant crying.

You couldn't do much, but you knew he was young and that his bones would heal if they were treated properly. Once he was sleeping from the draught of chamomile you set to straightening out his legs. With his mother's help you removed his pants and wrapped his legs in cloth. You had procured two fairly straight branches and set to whittling them smooth before laying them between the layers of cloth. You had shown her exactly what to do so she could replicate it every few days to make sure nothing became infected.

Now, months later he was running around faster than any of the village children. He had learned from his mother that you saved his life and now whenever you came into town he stuck to your side like a barnacle. You made sure the boy was back with his mother before you made the trek back to your cottage, ensuring he was safe. You remembered the aftermath of Brynne's fall, how you had gone to the town council, crying like mad as you demanded they put a fence up on that cliff.

The poor men there were terrified after you had finished, apparently also convinced you were a witch. Though, they would never do anything to hurt you under threat from their wives. The fence was installed within the week, and you had sent plates of cakes to each council member's house in thanks.

The best interactions you had were when there was a particularly nasty traveler that came through your town. The children often were the best judges of character and once, some cocky adventurer came stomping through the small village like he owned the place. Another child, Gwyneth, had come running to your house to tell you about the nasty man who had already yelled at the children and was now at the tavern.

You felt protective of the citizens of this town and quickly gave Gwyneth some instructions. She was a little older than the rest of the children and was able to understand what you were telling her. That night, below the full moon you made your way to town. It was quite late, darkness having already fallen on the streets. Right on cue, you heard the screams.

Smiling to yourself you promised Gwyneth you would get rid of the man, instructing her to have everyone act like they were scared of you. You were quite adept at acting like a mad old witch and played the part perfectly as doors and shutters slammed as you passed them. The tavern keeper was also in on it, whispering in a terrified voice to the stranger about the witch that lived on the edge of town.

With perfect timing, you burst into the tavern. The serving girl even dropped the pint she was carrying for dramatics. You smiled in amusement, striding forward as the customers scrambled away from you. You walked up to the drunk adventurer, angry at his treatment of the village children and started speaking, knowing no one would understand you.

As you predicted, he was frightened, thinking you were speaking in tongues and casting a spell on him. Your dark cloak didn't help, old and tattered as the hood hid your face from the light. You were sure he soiled himself as he ran from the tavern, got on his horse and disappeared. For a few moments the tavern was silent, until you heard a soft voice asking if he was gone. Gwyneth had poked her head out from behind the bar and was looking at you in concern. The tavern keeper's daughter smiled at the sight of you and ran over, climbing up on your lap as you sat down.

Some months later, a group of adventurers had come to town to vanquish the evil witch. Much to your surprise, the townspeople rallied around you, Gwyneth and her father, and Brynne's mother leading the defense of your cottage. As scared as some of the townspeople were of you, that was when you realized how much the rest cared for you.

This trust was how you came to wake up to a pounding on your door one morning, shuffling irritably to open it as you pulled your dressing gown around you. A group of children were crowded around your door looking at you hopefully.

"What in the name of the gods are you lot doing out of your beds this early? Is someone hurt?" You asked worriedly. Brynne, who had taken quite a shine to you since his legs healed, reached out and grabbed your hand.

"Come on y/n! We found something!" He pulled you right out of your house, stumbling along as you grabbed your pouch off of a hook by the door. Brynne would only let go of your hand when you stood near a thicket of trees.

"What is it, Brynne? Is it an animal?" You crouched down to ask him, your brows furrowed with concern.

"Dunno, Y/n. We were playing in the clearing and I tripped over it. I thought it was a rock but when I looked, I saw it was shiny and bumpy." He explained, proud that he remembered everything. You patted him on the head and stood up, walking forward until you reached the thick foliage. You called for the children to stay where they were in case there was an animal around, and crept forward. Picking up a long stick, you prodded the bushes aside until you reached the clearing where the children played. You saw the mess of footprints in the dirt and looked around until you saw something shiny catch the light between some leaves.

At the base of a tree, sat a large, brightly colored egg. It was red and orange, a stark contrast to the earth tones around it. Just like Brynne said, it was covered In scales making it as hard as iron. You looked around nervously, a dragon's egg usually meant a dragon was nearby. Though when you looked, all you saw was the evidence of the children's play. You laid a nervous hand on the egg's surface, finding it to be ice cold. As you felt around the hard shell of the egg you frowned at how cold it was.

You stood suddenly, looking up between the cover of leaves to sweep across the sky, sighing softly as you looked back at the egg. It was much bigger than a normal egg, coming up to your shins as it stood against the tree. From what you knew about dragons, they kept their eggs at sweltering temperatures to help it hatch. This egg being so cold meant it may have been abandoned or even lost by its mother. Either way, it wouldn't survive if it was left here, assuming of course the creature inside was still alive.

Removing your dressing gown, you laid it on the ground, gently rolling the egg onto it before picking the whole thing up like a bundle. You tied the gown around your body, over one shoulder and under one arm so that the egg was supported like a baby; you had seen the caregivers of barbarian tribes do something similar to transport their young. When you stood straight, The egg was secure against your chest. You felt a little exposed in your night dress but walked gingerly back to where the children stood who all gasped in surprise.

"Is it a rock, y/n? What is it?" One of the children asked.

"It's a dragon's egg, young one. Thank you for coming to fetch me, I'll take it home and see if I can care for it." You explained as you walked along the forest path. Once you reached your front door you turned to the group. "Go on home now, stay near to the village. There may be a dragon about. If you hear or see anything come and get me right away. Run along now." You ordered, watching them run off.

As you entered your cottage you gave a great shudder, the early morning chill seeped down into your bones. You hadn't even gotten a chance to put the fire on this morning and you were forced to put the egg down on your bed, wrapped in your linens and blankets. As you left it to warm up you thought you saw it shiver as you moved to start the fire. In no time at all you had some tinder and flint in hand and scraped some sparks into your fire pit. After a few moments you had lifted the egg from your bed and sat down on the fur covered floor.

As you both warmed up, you found yourself tracing the scaly pattern on it's shell, wondering how it came to be in the middle of the forest. You sat like that for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the fire, turning the egg until it's shell was no longer ice cold. Once it was warmed enough, you pushed it closer to the fire and rose to your feet. Grabbing some of the blankets, you piled them behind the egg so they wouldn't catch on fire and walked to your kitchen to start breakfast.

As your day went on, you moved about your house trying to find any books you may have had on dragons. You found a few fairy stories but nothing that could help you care for it. Sighing irritably you sat at your writing desk and pulled out some parchment, beginning to write a letter.

"Gods, I have no idea how to take care of you. I'm writing a letter to my friend who runs a bookshop in the capital, they'll find me some books and send them over. For now, I'll just have to wing it." You spoke, looking over at the egg which remained still. You hoped that the resident of the egg was still alive as you spoke to it softly.

When you were finished with the letter and breakfast, you stepped outside of your cottage door, lifting your arm until one of the neighboring crows flew over and landed upon it. You opened your hand, feeding him some bread you brought for him.

"Can you do me a favor this morning? I need this letter taken to Hitoshi in the capital, he owns the book shop." You held out the letter, waiting until your crow friend held out his leg so you could tie the tightly rolled parchment to it. "Oh thank you, I'll have some freshly baked bread waiting for you when you return. Oh! He may send some books back so you may want to take a couple of friends. I'll have bread waiting for you all ." You explained gently, holding out a bag for him. You heard him caw loudly and three more crows came down to land on your fence post. You smiled and greeted them with some bread before handing them the bag and waving them off.

Back inside your cabin, you watched the egg, studying it closely as it warmed by the fire. From what you remembered about dragons, they kept their young very close. Mother dragons laid with the eggs, keeping them warm until they hatched. You glanced over at the egg which seemed to shiver again as it sat alone by the fire. You grabbed your abandoned mug of tea from earlier and trudged over, sat down on the furs and scooted the egg toward you.

Your days continued like that, waiting for Hitoshi's answer, you continued about your normal routine, just with a large egg strapped to your body. After a week, the four crows came back holding a full bag between them. You shrieked with surprise, running to where the crows were descending behind your house and took hold of the bag as soon as it was within reach. You set the bag down and ran inside, coming out with a large bowl of water and four small loaves of bread.

You stroked the surface of the egg as you held the bag on your shoulder, softly thanking the crows as they ate, drank, and rested in the shadow of your home. After a few moments you went back inside, knowing that one of the crows wouldn't hesitate to rap on your window if they required anything.

While heavy at first, it became easier to maneuver around whilst carrying the egg. Today you were ready to read the book Hitoshi sent to you, so you settled in a comfortable chair by the fire, setting the egg in a small nest of blankets on the floor between your legs.

"Dragons are the most greedy of all creatures, their hoards are impressive displays of wealth beyond that of any kingdom this author has seen."

"Their mothers breathe fire on the eggs during the coldest months to keep them warm."

"Once reaching a certain age, young dragons will leave their nest to start their own hoard and find a mate."

You read like that deep into the night, eventually pulling the egg onto your lap and reading aloud to it until your eyelids started to droop. When the fire began to die in your hearth, you picked up the egg and carried it to bed where you had taken to sleeping next to it in order to keep it warm.

After about a week or so, the children started to come by your cottage again, curious about the mysterious dragon egg you were caring for. You usually let them see it and was more than happy to recite some of the facts that you learned in your reading.

As the weeks passed, the townspeople got used to seeing the egg with you. The town guard had taken to looking out for dragons at your request and thankfully never reported any sightings. You had deduced that something must have happened to this one's mother and she was forced to abandon it for its own survival.

After reading the book, you had taken to placing the egg directly into the fire, watching it intently. It seemed happy there though and remained sitting inside the fire until you removed it.

Many months had gone by before it expressed any legitimate signs of life. The chill of autumn had swept through to winter and coasted into spring as you sat with one of the young adults in the village, applying a poultice to some scrapes she received. The egg was sitting safe in your fire when you both heard a loud crack. She screamed and you clutched your bowl to your chest, almost dropping it in surprise.

Handing her the bowl and asking her to hold it, you went to the fire to see what was going on. It wasn't the first time the egg had fallen out of the flames and onto the floor below. You grabbed some leather gloves to pick up the egg when you approached and saw an ugly crack going around the shell. You shrieked in glee just as the egg gave a great shudder and cracked again.

"Y/n? Is everything alright?" Your patient came shuffling into the living room, still clutching the bowl you handed her. You blinked a few times before pointing at the egg.

"It's hatching! Oh, sit down, sit down, I'll finish here." You hurried forward to take the bowl from her and finish applying the substance within. After a few more minutes of working and looking at the egg, you heard another crack. This time you focused on finishing up and bandaged whatever scrapes were bad enough to warrant such treatment.

After giving her a small jar of paste you instructed her on how to change her bandages before seeing her off. The rest of your day went slower than you would have thought. You wanted to watch the egg all day to make sure it was hatching properly, but you had patients to take care of. When the day finally ended and you shut your cottage door you slid into a chair into your kitchen, exhausted from the day's work. You would have fallen asleep right there in your kitchen if not for the loud crack and thump that came from your living room.

Pushing yourself up, you made your way into the room, expecting to see the egg had cracked again. Instead, your eyes immediately flew to the small red and black dragon sitting in the middle of your floor. Your eyes widened and you tried not to squeal in happiness as you edged closer.

The creature was bigger than you expected, maybe bigger now that it wasn't curled up inside the shell. You crouched down to see it better and it watched you with a curious look on its face. You immediately knew it was a boy, seeing the identifying markings you learned about in your book. As you watched him, he watched you back intelligently, studying you with what seemed to be the same curiosity.

He was covered in red and black scales, the two colors swirling together from his head to his tail. His eyes were bright red and bore into you as he watched you. After a while, you noticed that he was also covered in goo, assumedly from the inside of the egg. The books you read came to mind once more as you remembered that mother dragons often cleaned their young as soon as they hatched.

With an audible exclamation you pulled out a cloth from your apron and shifted closer once more. Surprisingly, he didn't run away from you and instead opened his mouth revealing about a dozen already formed teeth as he chirped at you. Your eyes widened and your heart swelled with how cute the noise was. You spent the next few hours cleaning him, elated when he let you carry him to the kitchen to dampen the cloth. Once he was cleaned of goo, you sat him on your counter and studied him, fascinated.

"Well hi, Little One. I am glad to see you." You explained softly, genuinely happy that he seemed to be healthy. The baby dragon pondered you quietly, his tail thumping on the table top as he began moving his limbs about. Your heart swelled with how cute he was, he quickly adjusted to being able to move, and soon figured out how to stand on his four legs.

Once standing he was able to take a few shaky steps towards you, obviously confused that you weren't a dragon too. You watched his body move awkwardly until he was used to his legs and small wings protruding from his back. They were half the size of him and covered in red scales and outlined in black, flapping gently as he ambled around the table top. His tail was around the same length as his wings and flopped around behind him like a fish. Watching him gain control of his muscles and learn how to move his body was fascinating as he curiously sniffed at everything on the table top.

That is how you came to be a caretaker to a dragon. The creature, who you lovingly named Katsuki, was curious, mischievous, and very intelligent. He seemed to understand every word you spoke to him and developed his own set of growls, whines, and chirps back at you to answer. The children in the village thought it was hilarious and amazing that you could speak to him the way you did.

For a dragon, he was very affectionate. He would follow you absolutely everywhere and the moment you sat down he would curl up on your lap. Even when he got too big to fit he still tried. Eventually he grew so big you had to add on to your cottage; which the townspeople were happy to help with. As he grew, Katsuki was able to spread out a little more, especially in front of the hearth which was his favorite spot.

After a few months, Katsuki began to ferret out all of the shiny things in your house. This, according to the book, was a good sign. Dragons often started hoarding at a young age, it was a sign they were maturing. You had to hide some of your more sentimental pieces, but otherwise didn't mind the small pile of things Katsuki hoarded on one side of the living room.

As the book explained, each dragon usually represented an element. Red ones usually represented fire, but because he was mixed with black it usually meant it was a variation of the base element. Two or three seasons after Katsuki's hatching, you found out the hard way that Katsuki was an explosion dragon. walking in the forest one day, you were gathering herbs with your now, 5 foot tall dragon walking near you, ambling along inspecting the forest around him.

You took him into the forest often since he had learned to hunt and kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. You watched your dragon run off into the trees but didn't follow him, instead continuing to pick herbs and plants for your medicines. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the forest, sending scores of birds from their perches into the sky.

"Katsuki?!" You screamed, clutching your basket and running off in the direction of the explosion. You found Katsuki sitting on his haunches in the middle of the clearing, a dead elk sitting next to him.

"Oh my gods are you ok? What happened?" You asked, moving forward to check on him. You knew the question was rhetorical, from your readings you learned that dragons were very capable of speech but often refrained, finding human language to be primitive. That is until you heard an unfamiliar voice in your mind.

"I'm fine, I hunted, look." You watched Katsuki motion to the dead elk with his nose then at you expectantly. Your eyes were wide in wonder as you watched Katsuki who was looking at you strangely.

"Was that you? Just now, in my head?" You asked uneasily, looking around in case there was some other creature around. You heard a snort which sounded suspiciously like laughter.

"Of course it was me, who else is here?" He asked, tilting his head. There was nothing in the books on just how dragons communicated with humans as there are so few of them that did, so no one had ever been able to ask. Katsuki thumped his tail impatiently and scowled at you, his red eyes narrowing.

"You sick or something?" He asked, still waiting for you to come and look at his kill. You snapped out of your stupor and crept forward, looking at the very dead elk carcass.

"How did you kill it?" You asked, not seeing any slashes or bloody wounds.

"Explosion." He said with an action that can only be described as a shrug.

"Ex-explosion?!" You asked, falling backwards onto your butt in surprise. Katsuki rolled his eyes, lifted his head and opened his jaw. You could see the magic affecting the air around his head, gathering in his mouth until he gave a roar and what looked like flames shot out from his maw. A few hundred feet into the open sky, the jet of flame exploded in midair, causing another raucous of cawing and shrieking indignant birds.

"You…you can do explosion magic?" You asked, looking up to study him curiously. Katsuki lumbered over to you, nudging you with his snout.

"Yea, I just said that. Come on, let's go home before this thing attracts something." Katsuki opened his jaw and closed it gently around your arm, something he did often when you weren't doing what he wanted you to. You finally looked at Katsuki close up, seeing his red eyes glittering at you. Lifting a hand you stroked it up and down his snout and over his head, eliciting a soft purr from him.

"Alright, I'm coming." You said softly, standing up and walking over to the elk. You trussed up the creature and helped Katsuki to lift it onto his back, the dragon being much stronger than you.

"I'll clean and cook it once we get home, good job Kats." He purred at the nickname and bumped you with his snout affectionately. Once home, you quickly cleaned and cooked the elk, giving Katsuki the biggest portion and taking some for yourself before saving the rest to preserve. The next day you wrote to Hitoshi, requesting a few books on explosion magic, and water magic.

Your reputation in town of being a witch finally came true as you learned water magic to combat the explosions and possible fire from Katsuki. You asked him not to set off any inside the house but couldn't expect the growing dragon to be able to control it all the time.

With your newly learned magical abilities, you often dueled with Katsuki, the dragon helping you to train. You would go into the forest clearing and he would shoot explosions at you and you would throw water bombs at them to prevent the ignition.

Your affection for Katsuki grew over the seasons, as you came to care for him greatly. You knew the time would come when he learned to fly and he would leave you to find his own way in the world. Katsuki stood over six feet by the time he was well into his adolescence and ready to leave. The ensuing fight when he tried to take his entire hoard with him was more emotional than you thought, as you weren't willing to part with him or your treasures. You agreed to give him a few things, including a necklace that was gifted to you by a parent whose child's life you saved many years ago.

By the time Katsuki was ready to leave, he was too big to sleep in your bed so you had taken to curling up with him in front of the fire. His body heat was more than enough to keep you warm and often you slept curled up in his tail, or under his wing.

Dread had settled in your gut as the days passed, your seasons living with and raising Katsuki weighing heavily on you. When you finally stood in the middle of the forest clearing, you cried softly, watching Katsuki test his wings gently, flapping them up and down.

"I'll miss you Kats. Come back and see me when you have your own babies, ok?" You tried to joke, but the humor got caught in your throat. The dragon snorted and suddenly licked you, his huge tongue going up the entire side of your face.

"Stop crying, you'll see me again before you know it. Dragons always come home." He promised. Leaning his head down to allow you to place a small satchel around his neck, containing the treasures you were giving him.

"I know, I know. It'll just be so weird being here alone, I'm so used to having you for company. I don't know what I'll do now." You pondered, dabbing your eyes with the corner of your apron. Katsuki let out a laughing snort and nuzzled you softly.

"Maybe you'll find another dragon egg and raise another one of us." He suggested, eliciting a smile from you.

"Oh no, I cannot take another emotional departure. I'm not raising any more creatures who are going to leave me." You said irritably, putting your hands on your hips. Katsuki always knew how to soften your scowl because he sat back on his haunches and huffed at you, bumping you with his snout. You leaned forward and gave him a big hug around the neck, squeezing tight until you let go. Stepping back, you watched him wriggle his butt and take off for the first time.

His large wings beat the air and lifted his heavy body, the wind created by them moving the trees around until he was too high up. He was gone before you knew it, and the tears were falling down your face once more.

Some years later

The sky looked exactly the same as it had on the day Katsuki had left, even years later. You missed him something terrible, the sadness you felt settling deep in your bones. Your work never stopped as you still care for the village nearby, though a lot of the children were old enough to have their own families. This just meant you had a whole host of new little ones to play with and care for.

As you now could cast actual magic, the rumors turned into an official title as the village witch. In addition to water magic, you also studied and learned botanical magic as well to aid in your healing.

Not everything was good though, as time had passed and the land around you changed. Bandits had begun popping up around the country and roved through your forest, robbing unsuspecting travelers. You were forced to defend your home on more than one occasion, using your magic to scare them away as best you could.

You sat one day at your window, looking idly out into the forest in the direction of the village when you heard screams. Your stomach twisted in fear as you sprang up, not even bothering to take off your apron as you ran towards the town. Another group of bandits had begun attacking, but this time they had employed a few orcs with them.

The townspeople had enough sense to lock themselves in their houses but some unlucky women who were out running errands were dragged to the middle of the square. Anger rushed through you, exploding out as you shouted for their attention. You had caught them off guard, allowing you to surprise them with your animated plant life. This allowed the captive women to get away, and as the orcs began to go after them, jets of water exploded out of the ground and knocked them back.

Your voice rose angrily, screaming at them to get out of your village when something big grabbed you around the waist from behind. You shrieked and struggled against the strength of the orc squeezing you, wheezing as he cut off your air with his strength. As lights began to pop in your vision you felt the forest rumble and heard a familiar explosion somewhere behind you.

The creature holding you had a tight grip and without letting go, turned to see the commotion. You heard another explosion closer this time, powerful enough to knock you out of the orc's arms. As you lay on the ground, you saw an unfamiliar silhouette running towards the group of enemies in the middle of the square. Through blurry vision you watched the figure make quick work of the bandits, and soon the square was littered with dead bodies.

Your vision cleared slowly and you struggled to push yourself up onto your feet. You stood shakily, wavering as you held an arm across your ribs. With your other hand, you tried to summon your magic but with your mana depleted there was no way it would work. Blinking the fog away, you tried to focus as the stranger started walking toward you.

"Stay back!" You yelled, hoping your cry actually came out coherently. They were close enough to touch you now, but you swayed too far to the side, and the last thing you saw before passing out was a familiar set of bright red eyes.

You woke up to something wet and cool being pressed to your forehead, the sensation of water trickling down your face tickling your skin. As you became conscious, your memories came rushing back and you sat bolt upright with a curse then a wince.

"Shit!" Your hand came up and touched your side where the pain stabbed through you. The first thing you felt were bandages wrapped expertly around your naked chest.

"Oi! Lay the fuck back down before you break another rib." A gruff voice ordered from your bedside. Your head whipped around and dizziness swept over you, allowing whoever it was to push you back down. You heard a sigh, the person holding your shoulder firmly until you relaxed.

"Relax." He ordered, leaning over to look down at you. His eyes bore into yours, familiar and firey with concern. Your body settled automatically, your brows furrowing worriedly as they usually did. He relaxed against the chair he sat on, crossing his arms as you turned your head to look at him.

"You killed all those bandits." You pointed out as you remembered the events unfolding.

"Yup, the orcs too." He boasted with a smirk. As your eyes focused you studied him. Sharp ash blond spikes covered his head and angular features held a proud expression except for the concerned eyes which bore into yours. Your gaze traveled quickly down his bare chest, noting the tattoos on his biceps and markings on his chest. Were those…scales? With a scowl you tried to focus on the strange markings that littered his skin.

"Who…are you?" You watched him uncross his arms, a previously hidden necklace falling to settle on his toned chest. Recognition came over your features slowly, soon replaced with confusion as you looked back up into his face.

"I'll give you one guess." You heard in your mind as he leaned forward, the necklace swinging toward you and coming into focus. Your eyes widened and tears sprang up in the corners as you tried to sit up again, eliciting a warning growl from the blond.

"Katsuki?" You whispered, watching his smirk grow into a proud grin. "What are you doing here?" Happiness flooded through you, you had missed him terribly.

"I told you I would come back, didn't I?" His eyebrow raised questioningly. You didn't answer at first, taking a moment to raise yourself up on your elbows and look around.

"Did you bring your mate? I want to meet them! Do you have babies?" You said excitedly, looking towards the floor as if expecting to be bombarded with baby dragons. You heard Katsuki snort with laughter as he used to, letting you look around for a moment before shaking his head in amusement.

"No babies, not yet." He stated, watching your expression. "But I do have a mate, which is why I came back." He watched as your brow furrowed in confusion once more, your brain trying to catch up to what was happening.

"I thought dragons only came back home after they've had babies, what are you doing here?" You asked. Katsuki rolled his eyes in true fashion and smiled at your confusion.

"I'm here for my mate." He stated obtusely, watching you. Your expression furrowed into one of frustration, annoyed at him for being purposefully frustrating.

"Then let me meet them, I raised you, I have a right to meet your mate." You demanded.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you already know them." His smirk split into a grin once more. You scowled in annoyance, gripping the blanket to throw it back, intending to get up and glower at him.

A warning growl ripped through Katsuki's chest and echoed around you. Worry filled your eyes but before you could speak, Katsuki moved like lightning, his hands darting out to grab yours in a vice-like grip.

"I said, lay the fuck down and relax." His voice was deep and held a challenge that sent a shiver through your body. As you struggled to catch up to what was happening, you realized you were now lying back on your bed with Katsuki on top of you, holding both your hands in his down against your mattress. "You have cracked ribs, dumbass."

Your breath caught in your chest and you winced softly as you tried to recover. Your eyes were wide, staring up at Katsuki whose weight held you down easily. He was careful not to put any pressure on your upper torso, while still holding you down. His eyes held an intense look as they met your gaze, his chest moving up and down as he breathed hard with unspoken effort.

"I thought you would have gotten it by now, maybe you hit your head harder than I thought. There are two reasons a Dragon would come back after leaving their nest. One, to present their young, and two…To claim their mate." Katsuki finished that statement off telepathically, your faces so close, you could count the scales adorning his cheekbones. Your eyes widened as understanding dawned on you.

"I've known I would have you as my mate since I first matured, but I had to leave first and learn about the world, it's tradition." He explained, his eyes studying your face. "No one else would have taken in a strange dragon to care for, not even another dragon. We're very selfish creatures, only humans have that kind of compassion. I'd have died if it weren't for you."

Your tears finally fell, trailing down the sides of your face to settle in your hair as you thought back to when you found him, remembering that same fear that he wouldn't make it. His eyes glittered with possession, studying your face for one more moment before seizing the opportunity presented by the silence. He leaned down, careful not to put his weight on your chest he pressed his lips to yours.

You let his sincerity pour into the kiss, feeling how genuinely he felt about you. The kiss was messy at first but it was warm and filled with love, and you immediately kissed him back. Your eyes closed and you finally relaxed into him as he broke off the kiss and pulled away.

"I can't think of anyone better to be my mate. You've more than proven your ability to raise a dragon." He leaned over as he spoke, nuzzling your neck under your ear softly. "Plus there is no one else I would want having my clutch."

You smiled a happy, watery smile and your voice broke as you spoke.

"Welcome home, Kats "

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

[chaepink]

pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡

pathetic, disgusting yandere boys that can't help but be obsessed with you.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part two

dom!fem!reader, stalking, begging, unhealthy relationship, mention of fucking

note: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT

Yandere boys are honestly adorable. But not just any regular yandere boys, im talking about pathetic boys that slowly turn possessive and less innocent the more obsessed they are with you.

The ones that stalk you in and out of school as they take pictures of you when you're not looking, even sometimes up your skirt when you're turned around! The ones that offer to help you with everything during school, blushing whenever you thank him and give him a compliment before rushing towards the nearest bathroom to jerk off cause they got hard from the small praise you gave them. how pathetic!

Yandere boys that would try their best to become your best friend, even going long lengths to hang out with you every second you're free.

You were going to go to the carnival with a friend? Suddenly that friend has to cancel on you because they feel sick, not knowing that your yandere added something weird to their lunch.

A friend asked if you wanted to hang with them later and you agreed? Thats weird because now they're not picking up their phone or answering their texts. Well guess who stole their phone and hid it somewhere where they wouldn't find it.

Whenever you're sad, your yandere will buy you loads of snacks and comfort you as best as they can.

Its cute really, how they try so hard to hide their obsession with you from you, even going as far as to anonymously threaten your friends that tell you how weird and creepy they are.

But everytime your friends warn you, you just smile back and them and say that [character] is just super nice to you and thats all.

Your yandere boy is so desperate for you that it's so pathetic yet so cute at the same time.

They think that you have no clue of his intentions or what he's done but little does he know, you actually do.

You know how they stalk you, how they try to separate you from your friends, how they're absolutely obsessed with you.

And so when you come over to their house to work on a class project, you're not surprised to find a big journal that has a heart on the cover with your name on it peeking out from under their bed when you come in their room. Opening it only to find lewd drawings and pictures of you alongside long paragraphs that your yandere wrote.

Reading the paragraphs and how it describes how every desire [character] has with you, even being specific as to say the exact details that would happen with each situation.

The first one you read includes how they want to get fucked by you, describing how they want to be bent over their bed as they cry and sob from the pleasure you give them.

It continues with you making him cum multiple times as you wrap a hand around his neck, leaning towards their ear to whisper degrading praise to him.

You continue reading the rest, watching as his desires turn darker and darker as they become even more specific than before, as if they actually happened before.

But before you could reach the end, your yandere opens the door with some snacks in his hand. Poor him really, cause he would have never expected for you to find out about his obsession with you.

But you're glad you did because now you get to watch as he pauses at the door, dropping the snacks in shock when he sees you with his journal in hand. Watch as his eyes flood with tears as he begins to shake from fear and shock, his face turning red as he tries to choke back a sob. Watch as he stumbles in front of you, landing on his knees as he looks into your eyes to no longer see any love in them but instead something dark that makes him shiver. Maybe it's disgust, maybe it's something entirely else.

They beg you to forget what you just saw, tears flooding down their face. It's just so embarrassing for them that you found out about their obsession with you. You can't help but coo at them as you tilt their head towards you, pressing your foot against the bulge in his pants because of course he couldn't help but get hard in this situation. That's just how pathetic they are, you think its cute though.

Hearing them let out a pitiful whimper as he lays his head on your thigh, pleading you with their eyes. Big cute eyes that try to convince you that he's done nothing wrong.

The situation is no longer about the journal when he starts to let out adorable noises when you continue to grind your foot against his bulge, making him quickly cum in the matter of seconds.

But even though he just came just a few moments ago, the way you call them pathetic with the disgust in your voice makes him hard again as he hump your foot.

They'll let you do anything to them. Dress them up, degrade him, humiliate them, they dont care! They're yours to use.

Secretly, your yandere is grateful that you found the journal under their bed. They actually wanted you to. They wanted you to get disgusted as you read the contents within their journal.

They hoped that you would punish them for how lewd and disgusting they are and they would be so grateful when you actually do.

Make the situations in his journal that he forever dreamed of come true as all he can do is moan and scream your name as you use him like a toy for your pleasure. Make him fall apart underneath you as his body gets littered with bite marks that compliment his body so nicely.

If he's too loud, shut him up with a choker or even better, your panties. The way his eyes would roll back as he cums for the nth time that night. But you're not done with him yet, oh not anytime soon.

You have to punish him for everything that he's ever done to you.

The whole situation is messed up but no matter how obsessed they are with you, you wouldn't ever trade them for the world. After all, they're your yandere.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[sincerelybubbles]

"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"

to you? mean? oh, darling, no.

the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.

it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.

trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.

if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.

and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.

(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

[joonipertree]

Sugar Daddy Boxer! Bakugo Katsuki x college student gn!reader

Tags: Age gap! Bakugo is 27, reader is 22. fluff, protective bakugo, attentive bakugo, he's a boxer because I said so <3

Bro i finished this with my wrist bandaged up. The things I'd do for my anime men.

Pt 2. Pt 3

Feel free to send in requests/prompts for this AU!

"Babydoll."

....

"Babydoll."

You finally hummed, unwrapping the woollen scarf that pillowed your face. It did an amazing job to keep you warm in the cold abyss of the early morning winter but was useless in your boyfriend's heated sports car.

You let yourself unfurl, letting the warmth melt you.

"Did you sleep properly?"

"Yeah." you said with a yawn, ready to turn your brain off again.

"I'm gonna ask you how many hours and you're telling me the truth."

You made eye contact with Katsuki, who still hadn't left the front of your building mind you, and reached out for your morning kisses.

"First, answer then kisses."

You whined and squirmed before huffing into stillness when you realised he was too mean to give into you.

"Six hours."

Katsuki's already furrowed eyebrows furrowed even more but he leaned forward to kiss your puckered lips. They were warm and firm and tasted like strawberry chapstick. And the hint of your cologne wafted through you, making you sigh into him.

Katsuki tugged your lower lip into his mouth, suckling on it before letting go and kissing the corner of your lips.

"We agreed on eight, baby."

"I was doing my homework, silly."

"Was this before or after your fanfiction reading time?"

You grinned, pawing at his chest as you leaned in for another chaste kiss.

"Look at you learning, old man. It was before."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, squeezing your thigh with his rough hand before finally deciding to start the car.

"Where do you wanna get breakfast from? You're not getting a coffee, by the way."

"Excuse m---"

"Nuh uh, little one." Katsuki looked at you with an eyebrow raise. "You didn't sleep as much as you should've and it already makes you jittery."

You crossed your arms and huffed, burying yourself deeper into the leather. And you knew that you'd just say something stupid and get yourself in even more trouble, so your mouth stayed shut. Katsuki didn't bother asking again, already knowing that there was a chocolate croissant and Acai bowl that had you hooked.

He made his way into the store quickly, your body not ready to get out to the fanged monster that the winter brought. And it meant you got the wonderful opportunity to see people actively stare at your boyfriend.

It didn't matter when he didn't even bother making eye contact, hands deep in his pockets and resting bitch face on. Two boys came up to him in an excited manner that wasn't fit for early morning. And while Bakugo scowled harder, he still had the courtesy to give them his autograph. You knew that if they weren't highschool students, he'd tell them to fuck off. Bakugo never became aggressive with kids.

Once the order was handed to him, he slipped the tip into the jar at the counter. And since the man never carried change, the barista's face had twisted into shell shock. But Bakugo didn't even acknowledge it and left the premises, making his way back to you.

You were handed the croissant and Acai bowl, nose filling with pleasant scents that warmed you even further into the seat. Katsuki took a sip of his black coffee before handing you your own cup.

"It's very much decaf but I know you like your caramel macchiato."

You squealed at the gesture, not surprised that he was soft for you, and leaned in to give a big wet smooch to his cheek. His smile was evident, even when he tried to keep it hidden.

"I need to stop spoiling you."

He never did.

By the time you'd finished your drink and croissant, your uni had come into view. And as always, some people eyed the Chevrolet Corvette that your boyfriend drove. black exterior glittering in the morning sun.

After a couple affectionate kisses littered across Bakugo's face and a very long kiss on the lips, you got out of your car in your sweats and puffer jacket.

Your friends were waiting by the entrance, having come at the same time, they greeted you while eyeing the car. They knew it belonged to your boyfriend but they never knew what your boyfriend even did to be sports car rich.

"Hello, my children," You muttered out, blinking slowly as you put your scarf over your nose.

"Hey, dude. How did your--" One of your friends began to talk to you while you all walked to class. But after a good fifteen steps, you heard someone call your name.

"Oi." The gruff voice filled your ears.

The three of you turned around and your friends had been left bamboozled.

Because lo and behold, Bakugo Katsuki had graced them with his presence.

The man just held up a green canvas bag, his finger being the only thing to hold the straps. You gasped and ran to grab it, making sure to check the contents as if afraid that you forgot to put your precious artwork before you left your apartment.

"Thank you thank you thank you, 'suki." You muttered, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose and mouth. You had to put your hand on rock hard muscle to stabilise yourself and the pressure didn't effect him one bit. He just cupped your face and deepened the kiss before placing one on your forehead.

"Stop being a dumbfuck and sleep on time. And show me what you made when I pick you up."

Bakugo started going back to his car, not caring for the stares your friends were throwing at him. They were chill, so he's heard. Katsuki was too anti social to get first hand experience.

"My guy."

When you turned, your guy friend had grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you vigorously.

"Your rich fucking boyfriend is a WBA fighter. Dude!"

"Yeah!! He's super cool right?"

"He's a fucking god but that's besides the point." Your friend looked more and more erratic.

"Yeah and that god is giving you a death glare. Better get your hands off them, bro. You've seen the amount of blood his opponents lose." Your other friend interjected, already pulling him off of you. He looked pale.

You turned and saw Katsuki stand like a statue, hands in his pockets and eyes hardened. His teeth were gritted which worried you since he already had a bad jaw. Students were swerving away like two rivers, his body like a jagged mountain in the middle.

Your double thumbs up and wide grin was the only thing that broke him out of his stance, shoulders relaxing and jaw releasing from its hold. Katsuki scanned the two men for a few more seconds before he turned and left with a wave of his hand.

"Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to breathe properly all day."

You turned with a skip in your step, happy to have seen your boyfriend for a few extra seconds in the morning.

"He's like a doberman. Such a cutie pie."

"I feel like that's an accurate description considering he would bite our heads off but only let you pet him."

"I see no cuteness in that man."

[kleem-o]

Sleepovers: Boyfriend! Bakugou x Reader

idk i just thought of this and needed to write it lol

“Fucking hell..”

Bakugou looked at the clock on his bedside table to see the haunting red lights show that it was 3 in the fucking morning, and some dumbass keeps ringing his doorbell. He looked over you as you slept peacefully, your head on his arm, while his other arm snakes around your waist. You were only in your underwear and a big shirt of his, while he was in his gray sweatpants shirtless.  He really didn’t want to get up, as you both were too comfortable now, away from the noises of the world, well except from the idiot spamming his doorbell. He kissed your cheek and let his lips stay there for a while, hoping the person would just go away. In annoyance, he got up with a huff, quietly so as to not disturb you, since surprisingly you weren’t waking up despite all the noise outside. Once outside the bedroom, Bakugou began stomping quickly to the door to see who the asshole was, only to see his friend– drunk friend smiling like a little idiot, drunk out of his mind. “What the fuck are you–” Kaminari cut him off by immediately entering his home. “Shit I got too wasted bro, can’t make it back home lemme stay here for a while..” Kaminari was going straight for the bedroom and Bakugou quickly got hold of Kaminari and settled him on the couch. “Okay! Okay fuck, just– just stay here on the couch and be quiet okay?” “Ugh I’m gonna be sick.. Is Y/N over?” “Yeah so be fucking quiet or I’ll kick your ass outside, got it!” Bakugou said through gritted teeth. He really didn’t want this day to be ruined by his pikachu friend. He entered back to his bedroom and went back to bed, body already taking form next to yours, he pulled you closer to him, your back to his chest while he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of home and a hint of cocoa butter. “Babe.? something wrong?” You stirred a bit to try and face him. “Nothing sweets, go back to sleep, just Kaminari being dead drunk and having to stay over” You giggled as Bakugou left open kisses on your nape, letting his lips stay as you both drifted off to sleep. 30 minutes later, Kaminari was still awake scrolling on his phone as he lay down on the couch, he couldn’t sleep for some reason, and the worst thing happened. His phone got disconnected to the wifi. Now he has to be brave and enter the dragon’s den, and hopefully not get kicked out, to ask for the wifi password. Great, just great, Kaminari thought. He went inside the bedroom, being as quiet as possible and saw you and Bakugou sleeping while cuddling, the blonde had to admit it was weird seeing Bakugou being all lovey dovey with you when most of the time it seems like all the veins in his head would burst from annoyance. He checked the back of the wifi router and of fucking course the pass wasn’t there, it would be too easy now would it? Kaminari doesn’t know if he lost brain cells or is just so drunk he would risk his life, but he went ahead and tried to wake Bakugou up. A tap on the shoulder was all it took. Bakugou slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dark only to almost have a heart attack seeing the figure of his pikachu friend “Pikachu, what the fuck??” Bakugou hurriedly draped the covers on your body, not wanting you to be exposed to his friend. “What’s your wifi password?” Kaminari whispered. This happened a few more times, and now even you were awake. “Shhh baby go back to sleep” Bakugou tried soothing you back to sleep, but you were already wide awake. “Babe… I’m hungry” Bakugou sighed and it was off to the kitchen you both went, but not before Bakugou made you put on some shorts. Kaminari saw Bakugou and you go to the kitchen and tagged along, you both watched as Bakugou whipped up some fried rice, scrambled eggs, and some luncheon meat. It was now 3:30 in the morning and you, Bakugou, and Kaminari sat silently in a peaceful atmosphere, eating to your heart’s content. You leaned on Bakugou’s shoulder as he said “You’re lucky Y/N’s here”

i need to get a life honestly

^^ how Kaminari, single, felt when he saw you and Bakugou

[keigos-wings]

aizawa is too pretty to eat pussy. the sight ALONE would kill you.

just making eye contact with him while he hikes your legs over his shoulders would have you six feet under.

he’d eat you out like a man starved, and he’d do it all while looking up at you through thick eyelashes; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re so sensitive it hurts. he’d take pity on you for a moment; untangling himself from your limbs, letting you believe you’ve earned a rest.

but he is an evil, evil man.

he’d slip two fingers into your cunt, chuckling darkly to himself all the while, and he’d pump them mercilessly.

that man wouldn’t stop until you’re crying and begging for mercy.

god, just the THOUGHT of it is enough to send you to the grave.

[mysicklove]

i can imagine izuku still being a virgin and getting so pussydrunk because it's his first time

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘

Pairings: Virgin! Sub! Top! Pro-Hero! Izuku x Experienced! Dom! Bottom! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Alcohol use, heavy overstimulation, vaginal penetration, biting, hickeys, creampie, crying, begging, nicknames,, multiple rounds

A/N: Guys Im going to be honest. This is lowkey mostly plot heavy and not too much smut. Im sorry anon I should have made it short and smutty, but I just had this idea and one thing lead to another... I will make short smut stuff!!!!!

Izuku was desperate to have sex. He may be doing fantastic career-wise, but his life in the sheets was dry. So unbelievably dry. He was so pent up, so frustrated, he needed it so badly. Every night he has to get himself off, and by god, he wanted more.

He met you a couple of weeks ago, and you have clouded his mind ever since. He doesn't even know your name. All he knows is you were wearing a red dress, and you kissed him so hard he couldn't breathe. Pressed your knee on his clothed cock, and just like nothing happened, disappeared.

He was drunk. The both of you were. He remembers the smell of alcohol on your breath, how flushed you look. He was probably no better, the fact that this happened at all means he had to be wasted. He barely has the confidence to talk to girls.

It happened at some sort of party that only celebrities or the rich attend, but with all the Google searches in the world, he couldn't find you. His search history was embarrassing.

But even so, he fantasized about you. The purr of your voice, the soft hands that ran over his muscular body, the way you said, “Such a pretty boy in front of me, you must have all the ladies in the palm of your hand, hmm?” while pressing your lips, coating with red lipstick, onto his neck.

He couldn't get you out of his head. He attended every single party, but alas he could never find you. He would end up at home, alone, touching himself.

Until he found you again, two months later. At another party.

He spills the champagne in his hands, when he sees you, eyes wide, before stumbling up and over to you. You are at a table by yourself, sipping on some sort of cocktail. You were in a dark blue tight dress today, and instead of that red lipstick that stained his neck, you were wearing clear lip gloss.

He awkwardly, and hesitantly taps your shoulder, and flushes when you turn around. The thoughts of that night come flooding back to him, and he has to look away so he doesn't get a hard-on.

“Oh! Deku, I didn't know you were here.” You say with a bright smile and he blinks at you. He just cannot stop thinking about the fact that this is the face he gets off to daily. The way you look now is so different than last time. You look so innocent, grinning so widely, it's nothing like the flushed, domineering persona you had that night.

Either way, it's still you and he gulps. “Hey! Yeah…I was invited.”

You smile into your glass cup. “I would hope so.”

He blushes. Such a stupid thing to say. Of course, he was invited and you were too, what was he even talking about? “So..What's your name?”

You hold out a hand and grin. “Y/N.”

He takes it and gently shakes it, trying to hold back his nervous shaking. “It's nice to me you, Im–”

“Deku?” You prompt with a tilt of your head.

He falters, “Uh yeah! But I was going to say, Izuku” He trails off and you laugh.

“Sorry. Got ahead of myself! It's nice to meet you Izuku.” And suddenly your facial features flip. That smirk is back. He loves it. “Your tie is all messed up, mind if I fix it?” He blushes but nods. You grin and grab onto the green tie, and he goes needle straight. “Yknow. You look awfully familiar, Izuku.” You say in a lone tone, that makes the blood flow straight to his cock.

He splutters, “You, you think so?” You drop the tie and hum. Your mouth opens, beginning another probably teasing remark when a call of your name cuts you off. A female voice, he takes specific note of.

You turn to him and smile. “Well, that's my cue. I'll see you around, pretty boy.”

He stands there staring at the space you just preoccupied with a blank face. And then it hits him. Pretty boy. That’s what you called him that night. You remember. You had to. He turns around quickly and says, “Wait!” but you are already gone. Hidden by the crowd of dancing and drinking rich idiots.

He eyes the cocktail you left, sighs, and finishes it off. He has gotta get some liquid courage in him if he wanted to be bold enough to deal with you.

He searched the party all night, but alas he couldn't find you. He almost began to give up hope, when suddenly he saw you. Alone, once again, and on the balcony. He sets his drink down and uses the silver reflection of his plate as a mirror to quickly brush through his hair. He sighs and then as calmly as he could so nobody would say anything, walks to the balcony.

When you hear the footsteps, you turn around, and when you see who exactly it is, you grin. He laughs nervously. “Woah, funny seeing you here, Y/N.”

You raise your eyebrow and turn to lean your back on the balcony ledge. “Oh don't give me that, I saw you looking for me all night like a lost puppy.” You throw your head back in a laugh and his ever-returning blush is back.

“Y-You knew? But, why didn't you…” He trails off when you step closer to him. Now you were less than a foot away, grinning up at him, he could almost feel your breasts press against him. He gulps and looks away, hoping to fight his arousal. He could smell the traces of alcohol.

You grab his face to make him look at you, and you lean forward like you are going to kiss him, and then pause, centimeters away. “Izuku, what do you want from me?”

“Everything.” He whispers eyes half-lidded as he stares at your lips.

You smile. “Good answer.” And then press his lips to his. He groans, low and softly, but leans into the kiss. He grabs your waist and presses you against him, and you pull away when you feel his hard cock. “Where should we go?” You prompt, basically inviting him to ask you to his place.

But, much to your dismay, he doesn't get it. “Bathroom,” He says, thinking back to that one night, and then leans forward for another kiss.

You pull away, eyebrows furrowed in disgust. His eyes widen when he feels your warmth disappear. “Bathroom, really? You–You are just like all the others. I thought after the whole romantic balcony scene you would at least have the decency to ask me to your place.” You turn around to head back inside.

He stumbles forward, and grabs your wrist, eyes pleading. “Wait! I'm sorry! I'm nervous, please come over! I've never done this before, I promise I'm not like the others,” He basically begs and this time your eyes widen.

“Oh my. Don't tell me, the number one pro hero, is a virgin?” He looks away and goes silent. You throw your head back in laugh at the confirmation, and he pouts. Then, you grab onto the green tie and pull him forward, he stumbles in front of you, the blush returning. “I'm going to have so much fun with you, pretty boy.”

Tonight was the best night ever, Izuku decides when his head is thrown back, mouth open, as you sink onto his cock. How could he be missing this all of his years? It was so much better than the fantasy. So much better.

“Oh god,” He groans, hands coming to your hips instinctually. You begin to steady your movements, sitting on your knees in his lap.

“How does it feel? After all this time, you finally lost your virginity,” You say with a grin, hand running down to trace his chest. He nods, a drunken smile pulling at his face.

He gazes down at your sexes and moans. “Feels good. Warm, mhmm so warm.” His voice cracks, “and tight. So much b-better than my hand.”

You laugh, but it comes out in broken pants, so you lean forward to kiss him. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide and panicked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. No, no, it's too earlier. I can't” He shakes his head and clutches at the sheets beneath him, trying desperately to hold it back, as you continue to ride him.

You shake your head with an adoring gaze. “’s alright. We will just have to go again. And again and again, until you are all fucked out, hmm?”

He stares at you with hearts in his eyes, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Yes, please, please. Fuck. Cumming. I’m cuming!” And just like he said, he released his load in you and rolls his eyes back. Small gasps and a silent moan tumble down from his lips, and his hand shakes as he grips onto your hips.

You coax him through it with a smile, running your fingers through his unruly hair. When he comes down from his high he stares at you with a lazy grin, and the next thing you know you are being flipped over.

Your eyes widen as you feel Izuku start to move in and out again. It was surprising, he had just come down from his orgasm. Wasn't he being overstimulated? His pathetic whine answered your question. “Iz-Izuku, do you want to take a break?” You sigh when he begins to pick up the ruthless pace again.

He leans his head into your neck and shakes his head rapidly. His voice comes out in a pitchy whine, “But you said!” He grips the pillow next to your head and whimpers into your neck, feeling the pain of his spent cock being overworked.

“We can go again after you recover.” You gasp and clutch onto his back, sending nail marks down it. He groans. “So it won't hurt you.”

He shakes his head again and you can feel the drip of the tears falling onto your neck. He was trembling. “No. Please don't make me stop. ‘m good. So good. Feels so so good.”

You grin, maybe a little sadistically as you watch him begin to crumble. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He moans, high pitched, and loud. He presses his lips to your neck, sucking and marking any area he can lay his mouth on. You crane your neck to allow his urges. “I love it. I love it.” He half murmurs half whines in between kisses.

“Hmm?” You respond, not trusting yourself to speak while he begins to pick up the pace. One hand grips onto his hair and the other continues to scratch his back.

“Your pussy. S-So warm and tight. ’s like it was made for me.” He gasps and you laugh, to the best of your ability.

You pull him back by the mop on his head and he whines, eyes shut, as his head tilts backward. “What happened to my bashful virgin? You're so lewd now.” His hips pick up the pace.

He tries to the best of his ability to shake his head but ultimately fails under your grip. “But I love it! I do!” You laugh at the ridiculous response and let go of his hair. He collapses back and immediately buries his face into your neck again. “Im going to cum again. Can I cum? Please, please.”

“So quick. Still have a virgin body. Alright. For me, yeah?”

He nods a little embarrassed, and he feels his muscles begin to contract. He bites down on your shoulder and you hiss, but he ignores it, riding his second orgasm through. It's stronger and harder than the first and he screams into your skin, tears falling copiously down his round, flushed cheeks.

He peers down and widens his eyes when he sees his cum begin to leak out of your pussy. He gulps, feeling himself get hard once again, and flips you over immediately. “More. More. Please, just one more. One more time.” He lays completely on top of you and interjoins his fingers with yours.

He uses his arm to lift your hips up so that it was easier to fuck. It makes you raise your eyebrows. He must have watched a lot of porn to know that trick.

“What if I say no?” You tease and he releases an unsteady whine. His eyes are blurry from the tears.

“Please don't say no. Please, I love it. I love it so much. Please, Y/N!” He begs, dropping his head on the pillow next to your face.

“So needy.”

“P-Please.” He whimpers, in a voice so low you could barely hear and you grin.

“Alright. Go ahead.” You could barely finish your statement when all of a sudden he is pounding into you again, mumbling stuff like “Thank you. Thank you.” and “Good. So good.”

You know it hurts him. It has too, overstimulation is no joke. But the way he continues, eyes watery and hips frantic shows just how desperate he is. How obsessed he is with it. The pain didn't even matter to him, the thought of driving his cock into you spurred him on.

He wanted more. You opened his eyes, and once uncovering the truth, he could never get enough of it.

Fucking Izuku may not have been a good idea. In an instant, you turned this poor, cute virgin, into a pussy-starved man. But alas, he seems to only seek it from one particular person, so it may not be all that bad.

He came five times that night and you twice. He asked to go again, but you had to stop him when you took a peak at his fuming red cock, tear-stained cheeks, and trembling body. He doesn't seem to know when to stop.

You left early that morning, legs wobbly and body completely spent. He slept in, his body seeming to be more exhausted than yours.

When he woke up, his body sticky from sweat, his hair messy and body was sore, the first thing he took notice was the sticky note stuck onto his forehead.

Messy, cursive handwriting spelled out, I’ll be waiting for my lost puppy to come crawling back to me again. Xoxo, Y/N

He fell back onto the pillow with a groan. Not even a phone number. You were so cruel.

So, he does what any good puppy does. He attends every party for the next three weeks until he finds you again.

[sugarlywhispers]

Katsuki is trying—FUCK, he really is fucking trying not to make a sound, but it's way more difficult than what people think.

And when he hears the door to the hallway open, he immediately reacts covering his bed and himself, bringing the covers almost to his naked chest. He grabs a book that is in his nightstand and he pretends to the best of his ability to be immerse in reading that stupid book.

Two knocks to the door of his room can be heard and he fakingly sighs in annoyance as he says, "come in".

The distinctive red hair of his roommate appears first before his face, "Everything alright, man?" Kirishima smiles.

Katsuki rolls his eyes in real annoyance this time before replying a simple yes. He feels a thick drop of nervous sweat rolling down behind his neck that he is very skilled to hide by simply scratching the back of his neck, but it seems Eijirou hasn't noticed yet. The blond is very proud to admit that he is good at hiding. Stuff. And emotions.

The red head nods before saying, "Hey, Y/N is coming over for dinner. I don't want to bother you, but do me a favor? Be sweet to her. She kinda has a crush on you."

Katsuki pulls up an eyebrow, looking as oblivious as he can, "Oh, really? I had no idea..."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at his best friend, "Of course you didn't. You of all people wouldn't know even if she confessed right at your face."

Katsuki doesn't answer back.

"Anyway, I'm going out to buy some groceries. Need something?"

"Nope," he answers, his attention back to the book he is actually not reading. Eijirou nods as he closes the door again and walks out.

Katsuki doesn't dare to move until he actually hears the front door of the apartment open and close. And that's when he can't avoid the snort that it's stuck at his throat, waiting for desperate release. Next to him, the covers finally move as you peak from under them, frowning in annoyance at him.

"Shut the fuck up," you protest, your hair tangled all around, cheeks cutely rosy and sweat obviously thanks to the thick covers. He can't help but laugh out loud. "It's not funny!"

You try hard not to laugh with him as you climb up, straddling his hips, your glorious naked body making him distracted from his previous amusement. He sits up too, big and strong arms surrounding your waist as you interlace your fingers with his hair at the back of head.

You both smile at each other, your nose caressing his cutely, and he feels like eating you up.

"So you have a crush on me, hmm?"

"Shut up," you say, hips beginning to move to create friction between your naked bodies as your lips find his again. Tongues fitting to gain control as his hands travel down to your ass to guide you in your movements.

A crush? Oh dear... if Eijirou only knew...

a.n; y/n and kirishima are best friends too. only katsuki and y/n are kinda(?) dating (?) fucking (?) fwb (?) lol idk 🙃

[chaepink]

(re-sent) hello dear! i just found your account and i adore your content, i don't usually bump into writers with preferences for femdom!readers and i'm here for it! keep it up ‹3

could i bother you requesting a drabble/oneshot for fem!softdom!reader x sub!tenya iida? in which reader decides to go to tenya's dorm just to find him enjoying some alone time (since he missed reader so much), he thinks they're going to get intimate, but reader tells him to continue as she watches (ocassionaly kissing his cheeks/earlobe and marking his neck). iida might get a little too desperate for touch so he starts begging for a hand or two for help, he can't do it without her. (reader calls tenya: "baby", "hun", "iida". tenya calls reader "baby", "darling") plus: he's a soft moaner ‹3

i hope this isn't too much! no hurries in writting this, i hope you have a nice day/night! —♡ (i made a few subtle changes, i hope you don't mind!)

Your Own Private Show | sub!iida tenya

wc: 740+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, masturbation, begging, pet names, marking

note : i am SO sorry that this took so long, it got lost in my drafts 😭

"ah!- f-fuck.. [name] please!" You and your hand hovering over the doorknob freezes. Is iida?...

Your heartbeat quickens as the noises keep flooding your ears from iida's room. Whines, sobs, pleas. He adds your name to each and every single one of them. He's begging for you.

With bated breath, you quietly and slowly open the door and holy shit was you not ready for the view on the other side of the door. As if he is posing for a portrait, his head is thrown back, his cheeks are flushed, and his body is exposed as he sits on the bed. His legs are spread almost as if he was used to it. And well, he rather is.

He looks absolutely breathtaking.

And well, the thing that takes your breath away the most is the thing right between his legs.

His cock was red and there was a little pre-cum on the tip. Iida's hand was rapidly stroking it and it looked absolutely sinful.

You can't help but walk in, attracting your boyfriend's attention. He whines as you continue to stare at him, his hand stopping.

"p-please..." You raise an eyebrow.

"Please what? Please help you with your little problem?" He whimpers at you. "Aw," you say with a feign pout, "is my iida all hard and horny?"

Iida shivers at how possessive you sound as you say the word 'my'. He nods as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to help him.

You walk over to him, making sure to take your very time. You stop right in front of him, eyeing him up and him. Iida's breath hitches as you duck down towards his ear. Your hot breath makes him shiver and he lets out another whine.

"How about you put on a little show for me first, baby?"

Iida's freezes and as realization dawns on him that you won't be touching him anytime soon, he pouts at you. He reaches to try to grab your hand but you manage to dodge his grasp. He lets out a yearning whine.

You shush him with a finger to his mouth, silencing him. He stares at you with pleading eyes, his hand still wrapped around his dick.

You lean towards his neck, slowly biting and sucking on it. Iida lets out a soft moan when you bite down rather harshly, making sure it'll bruise for a few days.

His body trembles as you continue to suck and lick his neck, leaving a trail of marks.

With a hand placed on his hips, you begin touching his body all over but making sure to avoid his dick and other sensitive parts.

"Go on, Iida. Touch yourself." Iida hesitates a little but starts to slowly touch his dick. Even though he's embarrassed to do this in front of you, the pleasure pushes away that thought and he begins to shamelessly bucking his hips into his hand.

Little 'ah's and 'please's fill the room along with his whines and pleas for you to touch him.

"T-Touch me, darling. P-Please!" You chuckle a little.

"But i'm already touching you, darling. Or is it here you want me to touch?" You raise an eyebrow at him as you point towards his aching dick. He nods frantically at you and you coo at him. He continues fucking into his fist but you start to see tears well up in his eyes.

One of your hands goes to touch his dick and Iida lets out a whine. It doesn't take long until iida is begging you to cum with moans and whines that follow after. Your hand replaces his hand on his dick as Iida's hips begin to jerk into your hand, desperate to chase after his release.

After a while without you, he feels as if his orgasm is coming quicker than usual and before he could warn you, he cums all over his chest and your hand.

Eyes wide and chest heaving, iida flushes red at how quick he came but when you continue to pump his dick, he gasps.

"Baby w-wait." His shaky hands try to push your hand off his dick but it doesn't budge. Rather, you just speed up your movements.

"You wanted me to touch you, right?" You give him a grin that makes Iida's dick twitch and a whimper to leave him. "Well be a good boy and sit still for me, I'm not done yet."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[slayfics]

You help Katsuki with his tie.

You paced impatiently in your dorm waiting for Katuski to message you back. He should be done getting ready by now. It was the end of the year and the school had set up a time to take a class photo.

You had planned to walk to the school together but he was taking longer than usual. You grunted and picked up your phone- no notifications. That's it... you stomped out of your dorm deciding to go check on him.

Making your way over to the boy's side of the dorms, you went up to the fourth floor and knocked on Katsuki's door.

"What?!" His husky voice called out angrily.

You took that as consent to come in and walked into his room. He was basically ready just putting his shoes on.

"We're almost late," You said.

"Yeah yeah, I'm ready now. We will be right on time," He said, finishing up putting his shoes on. You looked over his school uniform noticing he was dressed as usual, missing his tie and shirt half buttoned.

"Don't you want to wear your tie at least for the picture," You asked.

"Nah," he grumbled.

You couldn't help but notice his tie lazily thrown onto his bed and realize he had never worn his tie. Not even once since you had been paying attention to him. You couldn't help but wonder if maybe...

"If you don't know how to put it on I can teach you," You offered.

"What?! You think I don't know how to put on a damn tie! How stupid do you think I am?" He yelled.

You ignored his temper tantrum, grabbed the tie off his bed, and made your way over to him. Your lack of rise to his words bubbled up some guilt inside him for yelling at you... but just slightly.

You swung the tie around his neck, leaving it loosely dangling across his shoulders as you buttoned the rest of his shirt up to the collar. Despite his temper earlier he didn't fight you from putting the tie on.

You began to place the tie under his collar and tie it evenly around his neck. He watched your movements intently.

"My old man never taught me," He mumbled barely loud enough for you to hear the words rumble in his chest.

"I can teach you when we have more time," You offered. "Although I do prefer your sexy disheveled look," You teased. "Come on let's go, we are going to be late now," You said, finishing up adjusting his tie, and moving toward the door.

You felt your wrist harshly yanked back, as Katsuki pulled you into him and placed a rough kiss on your lips. The intensity and impact left you momentarily breathless.

"Ok after you," He said with a cocky smile spreading on his face as he let you go.

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