#bnha x gender neutral reader

[corpsekiller]

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠) — 𝐤.𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

PAIRING. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, overuse of quirk, mentions of burns

SYNOPSIS. after pushing himself beyond his limits during training, katsuki tries to deal with the consequences of his actions on his own.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so, i'm finally back after taking a long break from writing! i honestly didn't plan to disappear without a word, but uni and work were keeping me really busy and i just didn't find the time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little fic! <3

LENGTH. will be added later!

MASTERLIST

Everything fuckin' hurts.

His skin is reddened and the palms are blistered, aching and tender to the touch as he fumbles with the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small bag for some bandages to cover his open wounds. The cold water he ran over his sore fingers did little to soothe the pain and Bakugou swallows a broken sob when he finds nothing to stop the cuts from bleeding, tries to blink away the tears that begin to blur his vision as he tosses the first-aid kit across the room and slides down the wall to his knees.

"Katsu, are you in there?"

Your voice makes him flinch. It's muffled behind the closed door, barely audible, but he can still hear the honest concern laced in every word as you call out his name a second time. His heart stumbles in his chest, a treacherous rhythm behind his ribs that begs for help and yet, he can't bring himself to reply no matter how hard he tries — his lips part, but instead of words he finds stones in the hollow of his mouth.

No sound leaves his throat.

You're so pathetic, a voice whispers. It sounds strangely like his own.

For a second, Katsuki stares at the sickeningly white tiles beneath his feet, now stained with the remnants of his blood still oozing from his hand. Deep crimson glints tauntingly back at him, the bitter affirmation of his failure to control his explosive quirk reflecting in each little drop and fuck, he feels another sob shatter his body before he can clasp his bruised hands over his mouth — it makes him want to claw right through his chest, to grab his weakness right by the fuckin' throat and twist its brittle neck to silence it for the rest of his life.

He can't.

"Fuck off," he manages to bark around the stones and buries his face in the crook of his elbow, presses his nose into the sleeve of his of his shirt to suffocate this awful desperation that threatens to climb out his throat. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your fuckin' help."

It's dreadfully quiet on the other side of the door.

Katsuki's breath hitches in his chest and he listens, counts the seconds — one, two, three, four — but besides the sound of his own thoughts roaring in his head, he can't hear anything else and the realization that tumbles down with this observation feels like a knife being pushed slowly into his flesh.

You left, he thinks bitterly, he finally pushed you away like everyone else. And look, he gets it — for the longest time, that's all he's ever done; shoving people away and hiding behind a carefully constructed facade of unbridled anger. He's only every held out his hands to destroy, to crush and win and maybe now, his actions finally return to haunt him in his weakest moment.

It doesn't matter that he caught a glimpse of hope when he first met you, that he thought he finally found someone who'd only laugh at his harsh comments and tell him to calm down, I know you don't mean it with an amused smile—

You left anyway, he reminds himself. It's probably for the best.

Then, a sigh.

"You're so stupid," you retort on the other side of the door, though there's no bite in your insult. "I know you can handle yourself, but I'm not leaving you in this state, even if I have to sit here all night."

Your voice cracks and his name lingers on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft, never falling from your lips. "C'mon, let me in."

Instinctively, he gives in.

"Alright," Bakugou replies hesitantly. "Come in, but don't... Just don't fuckin' laugh at me, alright." It's a pathetic attempt to hide the pain behind a mask of unjustified anger, he knows, but he can't let you see him like this without putting up a miserable fight. It feels like he's been stripped of any dignity he's been feigning to hold on the span of his broad shoulders, like he's been reduced to nothing but an incurable ache that clings to his broad shoulders like a shadow under the scorching midday sun.

He's not even sure you heard him, words barely above a whisper, but then the door opens and you enter. With careful steps, you come closer and crouch down, your knees hitting the cold tiles with a soft thud. Immediately, Katsuki slumps against the wall, caving his shoulders into himself to escape your eyes studying his face, gaze wandering over his features as your brows crease in worry.

He hates it.

And yet, he doesn't move when you wordlessly wrap your hands around his wrists and gently turn them to observe the burns littering his bruised skin. There's a certain kind of caution in the way you touch him, something so utterly gentle, as if you're fuckin' scared of hurting him and Bakugou curses your stupid display of affection — no one ever handled him with such care before.

So, he grits his teeth and tears his gaze away from you. It's just too much, the way you look at him.

"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself like that."

He almost barks out a laugh. The sharpness of a cynical retort burns on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to spit it out, but you're quick to cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up for a second, 'kay?" It's almost as if you expected him to argue. "Listen, I get it. I really do. I know why you always push yourself in every training session until you're about to pass about, why you always strive for perfection and overexert your quirk, but this... on the long run, this will only lead you to your early grave."

"You don't know shit," he snarls. Like a wounded animal, he fears kindness, yet he craves it. Touching you makes him want to pull away and yet, he stays frozen, unable to move, because the moment you let go he's sure the pain of his burns will pull him back into the abyss he's been fighting his way out of for what feels like an eternity and he—

He can't give up now.

So instead, he just studies your expression — thoughtful, gentle, concerned. He feels his face heat up as his fingers tremble in your gentle grasp, itching with the urge to fumble with something, anything in means of distraction. He doesn't mind the lack of space — in fact, he finds it almost soothing to feel how close you are, but he's so vulnerable beneath your eyes that his mind screams at him to run if it means you won't look at him in this way again.

"I'm not judging you, Katsu," you mumble, sensing his unease. Your thumb draws small circles on the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin. "But even the best of us need a break every once in a while. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help, really."

Somehow, his shoulders relax.

"No one will judge you, I promise. So why don't we head to the nurse and let her take a look at your burns?"

It is almost instinctively that he desires to lean into your gentle touch, and remember this fragile feeling for the rest of his life — Katsuki finds a different kind of healing, now that he lets his walls crumble down in your embrace.

"Okay," he whispers and shakily pushes himself to hid feet.

[emmyrosee]

I missed Katsuki ☹️☹️🩵

——-

The movie plays on in the background, but you’re feeling more than mischievous, unable to be settled in your desire to wreak havoc on katsuki’s life.

Your eyes wander to your man, who’s fixated on the film, fingers on autopilot as he feeds himself chips of Doritos, stuck in a focused loop that your find remarkably endearing.

Good thing you’re here to mess with that.

You glaze over your man with intent to bother him, set him into giving you attention that you’re desperately craving, only for your gaze to settle on his phone, resting on his thigh.

Your fingers crawl from your thigh onto his, slowly as to try and keep him from noticing.

This, of course, doesn’t work, and Katsuki immediately grabs the bag of chips up and out of your reach, “dude. I’ll fucking kill you.”

“What?” You giggle.

“I fucking asked you if you wanted something from 7/11, and you said no. Leave my snack alone, asshole.”

“Oh…” you begin. Then you smile at him, “I just wanted your phone,” you explain. With that, he looks you up and down, as if trying to find a lie and that you sincerely wanted a bite of his Doritos. When you quirk your brow expectantly, he’s quick to pass you his phone.

“Passcode is Denki’s birthday.”

“Why is it Denki’s birthday?”

“Because if it was my birthday or yours, people would be able to get into it,” he explains. “Use your brain, I know it’s hard for you sometimes.”

“Don’t be mean,” you whine; sure enough, when you type in the digits to Denki’s birthday, his phone clicks unlocked, revealing an alphabetical organization of apps. Behind it, his Lock Screen is a picture of you sleeping on his chest, and you smirk at him, “you taking pictures of me sleeping, freak?”

“It’s when I find you most tolerable.” He chuckles when you send him a swift smack to his chest, deeming it safe enough to open the bag of chips and plop one on his tongue. “What’re you looking for anyways?”

“You’re other bitches,” you hum.

He snickers, “my other bitches are your mood swings. And Kiri.”

“I don’t know- seems like things are getting serious between you and denks.”

“I wouldn’t piss on Denki if he was on fire.”

“You know you love him.”

“I love him because of you,” he grumbles. When you angle your head to press a kiss to his jawline, he grunts happily and pauses his eating, almost as if to not disturb you.

“Thank you for letting me into your phone,” you whisper, and he nods and lets out a soft ‘anytime,’ before tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, his free hand now feeding himself.

You sink your teeth into your lip as your eyes now wander to the bag resting on his lap, “… can I have a bite?”

“I FUCKING KNEW IT-“

[slayfics]

Cuddles with Katsuki, pretty please 🥺 (I need soft Katsuki so bad rn)

Morning cuddles with Katsuki.

500 words~

Katsuki's alarm sounded off illuminating the dimly lit room. The blond inhaled sharply as he reached for his phone on the board of the bed. Katsuki tapped at his phone silencing the alarm and placed it back.

He stretched out his arms and let out a yawn, you took this as an opportunity to snuggle up to him and lay your head on his chest.

"Nu-uh brat," He mumbled sleepily. "Time to get up."

"Five more minutes," you pleaded nuzzling your head into his chest and throwing your leg over his.

"Tch-," he exclaimed and reached back for his phone. You eyed him as he set a five-minute timer on his phone and placed it beside you both.

"Are you serious?" You complained at Katsuki's literal take on your request.

"What? Five minutes that's what you wanted, right?" He teased, running his hand through your hair.

It wasn't often you were able to persuade Katsuki off his strict schedule so you nodded into his chest, deciding to take what you could get.

"Good. We got a busy day so... can't be wasting too much time," He spoke running his hand soothingly up and down your back.

"This is nice though," you replied squeezing him tighter.

"Mmm," he hummed in agreement. The alarm rang once again on his phone, and he reached over to silence it. "Alright come on- a deal is a deal so... let me go brat," he said moving your arm off his chest.

You reluctantly shifted away from Katsuki as he threw the covers off and stepped out of bed. You lay in bed, still refusing to get up as you watched the hero. The morning sun kissed his features as he moved around the room. Your eyes trailed down his toned body until where v-line disappeared under the hemline of his briefs. His snug-fitting briefs showcasing his morning bulge.

Katsuki located his shirt and slipped his arms inside. Just about to throw it over his shoulders, he peered over at you, "What are you looking at? Get ready." he demanded, finally throwing the muscle shirt over his shoulders and down his body.

"How can I when you're so distracting?" You joked, still admiring the blond.

"I'm distracting, hu?" he asked, a small smirk turning his lip as he paced over to the bed. Throwing the covers off you, his hands swiftly wrapped around your ankles and yanked you to him. Legs now resting on either side of him, he pulled you sitting upright by your wrists. Your laughter filled the room at his playfulness.

"There- now you're up... and if you're good and get ready, I'll show you something really distracting later," he teased kissing the side of your face, before moving away to continue getting ready.

Your cheeks flushed as you stood up to get ready, suddenly finding new motivation due to Katsuki's promise of a fun time later.

Thank you for the very fluffy request! I hope you enjoy, and thanks for your patience!

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[keepingupwithkarasuno]

I was feeling pick up lines and so now here’s reader x mha characters and pickup lines I’ll probably do more later <3

Midnight alt name dream girl but stomach pumper 3000 makes me giggle so I kept it

[writingwhileblvck]

All I’ve been thinking about is Kirishima. Dressed up as Konig for Halloween, getting the sloppiest, most toes curling head in the bathroom of the party your at cause you couldn’t wait to get home.

And I’m talking, double fisted, tongue swirling, deep throating head. With a mixture of drool and cum dripping down your face. This man is holding on for dear life. But he’s already cum twice. And even though he’s sensitive as hell, your pretty lips feel sooo good. And your pretty little face looks even better covered in his nut.

[koishiro]

Dating Izuku Midoriya <3

@loveorokii ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Like and reblog if you can relate to this

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[archer-fb]

u take requests right??

if not ignore this <3

but could u write bakugou with sensitive nipples?? maybe having the reader accidentally discover them one day, and eventually just tease and tease until he cums in his pants

honey yes, the way this immediately got rid of my writers block. I forever love you even more <333

A/N - there is no way I have the brain power to think of a title rn. also im gonna go with virgin bakugo cause yeah

T/W - sub bakugo cause yes, nipple play, mostly virgin!bakugo, soft dom reader, mommy kink, lil bit of degradation, so much praise, aftercare cause yes uhhh I think I got everything but who knows

You have been deep in thought all day since you hugged bakugo brushing up against his chest, then seeing him shiver and let out a tiny moan. You can't but plot something to use this against him, you can't wait

time skip <3

"So sensitive aren't you, baby? All pathetic and whimpering for me just from me playing with your pretty tits?" You say licking and sucking on Bakugo's nipples.

"A-Ah! Mommy please don't stop! I-I'm so close! Ahhh~" Bakugo whimpers, blinking away tears.

"You already close, Katsu? Just from mommy playing with your sensitive nipples. Such a needy little slut for me. You gonna cum, baby?" you whisper into his ear.

"Y-yes mommy! I'm so close~" he shouts to you.

And before you could even answer you see a wet spot form in his pants, he came in his pants. And if you weren't drenched/hard as a rock before, you sure as hell are now.

"Good job baby, coming untouched. Such a good baby boy for me. Now what do you need from me, Katsu? Want some water?" you ask in a state of lust.

"No, Y/n, can we just cuddle? I just wanna be close to you..." he asks shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Of course, baby, whatever you need right now you can ask me. You did so good for me, I love you Katsu," you say kissing his temple.

"I love you too, you're more than I could have ever asked for..." he whispers into your ear already half asleep. You cuddle until he falls asleep so you can clean him up. You climb back in bed with him and end the night with him in your arms.

Loved writing this, I wrote in like an hour. sorry if its messy, its 3am. Hope you enjoyed, loves!

[zawadni]

SHOUTA AIZAWA WAS A GRUMPY DUDE. Be it his resting neutral face or his introverted nature that made him appear in such a manner, the man was just always grumpy-looking. The longer he went on teaching 1A, the more each of them began picking up on it. When they started to really pay attention to him, they marveled at the fact that one can keep the same face for so long.

During the early school hours, they could never see anything else. He always wore the same monotone expression or was just straight-up gloomy.

The main theory was that he simply wasn't a morning person. Everyone and their mothers knew that Aizawa almost never slept; some started to speculate it was some weird quirk that was assigned with the Erasure.

Case in point, his expression never changed. They got so caught up in their conspiracies that some of them were just downright outlandish- though it didn't stop them from creating a pool so they could place their best bets.

It went from a 'maybe he didn't like being around kids so he was always pissed' from Mina down to the possibility of him being an android that was only programmed with one emotion- which was whatever expression was always permeating his face- from Kaminari.

As the school year flew by faster than they had anticipated, they agreed that they would never be subjected to such a sight and that witnessing a comet was probably less rare than this.

And it was like they had almost literally jinxed it.

The following school day, for the very first time since they all started school, Aizawa was actually the first one in the classroom. They had been accustomed to waiting a few minutes every day because he was always late to class and it just didn't start until he felt like showing up to teach them.

Apparently, every one of them noticed because as they filed into the room and sat at their desks, none of them said a single syllable. The sound of their shoes clicking and tapping against the floors was the only sound. One by one, they quickly and quietly sat down; not a single one had the gall to say anything.

Though he wasn't paying attention since whatever was on his phone was more interesting than the fear that was being instilled in them just because he showed up on time. "Just do whatever. Don't be too loud."

And there it was! Mina nailed the bottom of her shoe into Kaminari's calf the second Aizawa turned his eyes away, "Ow! The heck-" She sternly motioned her head toward the front to witness him ever so subtly turning up a smile and looking at his phone.

Just like a line of dominoes standing perfectly, one gets tipped and it's a constant chain reaction. Kaminari gasps before turning around and shoving Kirishima's face off his desk. Kirishima in turn reaches across to slap the back of his palm onto Sero's bicep. And even though Bakugo says up and down he "didn’t care." Sero swiftly crouches down to stretch over and push his shoulder.

Considering they were absolutely not subtle, the rest of their classmates gazed at the interaction between the group of friends before and they all followed suit. It dawned on a few of them that there were probably better things to do, but this was probably going to be the most interesting thing for them for the rest of the year.

He commented on having to go to Mic's room for something, never tearing his eyes from his phone while stalking into the hall and the room erupted into a fit of noise- some confusion and some just pure excitement.

In the midst of the chaos and flurry of kids standing up from their chairs, Jirou lit up like a cartoon light bulb and swung over Kaminari and Mina's legs to get to the wall to try listening in. She knew it was at least morally gray but there was an itching feeling of needing to know building up in the back of her head like a tub filling with water.

“A lot of them have been giving me weird looks lately. You know what the hell’s going on with them?”

“Who knows Sho! Maybe they found out.” He never looked so smug in his life.

“Yes because I’m so sure they know I’m married, Yamada.”

“Oh my gosh.” In succession, three little words got a room full of jittery and rambunctious students calm into a cluster of whispers before quickly dying out. “He’s married!” She all but whispers. If they weren’t loud before, they sure were now.

A heavy, squiggly exclamation point and mark hung from the ceiling whilst they all clamored over one another to rush back to their seating arrangements before Aizawa could saunter back into the room likely due to the deafening noise of themselves.

They knew; their catlike curiosity had been satiated and in those few short minutes, they defied “curiosity killed the cat.” Because maybe it didn’t always kill the cat, maybe the cat's curiosity had greatly been put at ease, all 20 of them.

It was like watching them in a pressure cooker, one of them was bound to crack; breaking under the closing weight of that sated curiosity, so maybe curiously did in fact kill the cat. The silence was eerie and the tension was rapidly increasing until it was all that filled the air.

Much to their delight, they carried on about their day without any of them spilling their guts or (weirdly) without any questions from Aizawa about their behavior.

Neither he nor his class spoke a word for the duration of the school day and when it was time for them to leave and retreat to the comfort of their rooms, they collectively let out a sigh of relief they were all holding in.

He lets out a dreadful sigh before sluggishly crawling into the bed next to you, "They freakin’ know."

The giggle you let out made him wipe off the grin that littered his face before turning his face toward you. "And why do you think so?"

"I went out in the hallway and Yamada let it slip that I was married. Jirou must've been listening ‘cause they got really loud and I heard a lot of shuffling before I walked back in."

"That could’ve meant anything Sho'."

"Yeah, but they were all silent for the rest of the day. That doesn't just happen, not with them. And some of them were also being weird for like a month until they stopped like two months ago until it started again today."

You lifted the lower half of your body up from the mattress to sit above him and pull his head into your lap to comb his hair back with your fingers. "If it started again today then you were probably smiling at your phone when we were talking."

He scoffed, "I do not smile."

"Oh, you freakin' liar you definitely do. Ask Yamada, he has videos of it."

"You know, sometimes I think I shouldn't have gotten married to you." He’s clearly kidding.

"Oh, you're so overdramatic, Sho'. You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They're gonna bombard me with questions until they get answers."

You gasped dramatically and threw your right hand over your heart, "Oh no! How dare they ask questions about their teacher. Monsters I say!"

“Oh whatever." He rolled over onto his back and hid his face in his arms.

And you swore you could almost see the faintest of grins.

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[hydroj1ns]

18+ all might thirst (big and small form) (he needs more love)

me personally i would give anything to bury my face in all might’s plush tits. in bed, not even looking at him, just smelling the musk on the tan skin of the valley between his pecs while my hand that can’t even wrap around his huge cock slides up and down his weighty shaft.

i would listen to his quiet moans and whimpers: “just let me put it in already…” as the back of his hand covers his eyes and he breathily pants out, “please, darling…”

his back simultaneously starting to arch off the mattress. i would still make him come three more times with just my hand before i adjust so that my hole is right above his cock though. i like that he begs for release like he isn’t several feet taller than me and his grip doesn’t leave finger-shaped bruises on my hips.

even his skinny form. hmm… men exhausted and on ten cups of coffee. he’s still strong and towers over you, of course. he’s a little insecure about this form. he’s scared you’ll leave because he feels that he isn’t the big, strong hero everyone loves. you prove him wrong though. you use your fingers to spread your hole in front of him as he stands in front of the bed, mouth agape and cheeks blushing. he gets hard immediately. during it, he sheds a few tears because he loves you so much. loves how you love him. but also because your warm walls are gripping him so tightly like you never want him to leave.

[incorrecttom]

"When, I am gone, promise you will never blame yourself," You spoke gently while lying next to your lover. He put a bookmark and dismissed the book on his table before turning to you.

"and that you will live happily-" Your heart clenched, knowing that you did not want to go away. Never. In fact you weren't sure if you had to. "How can I ever be happy, without you, beloved?" His voice was soothing, it could make your heart burst.

"There will always be another, more prettier, more beautiful, love her, I will be your past but-"

"You are the one I will always love, dearest."

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[emmyrosee]

Kaminari watched with a quirked brow as you walked straight into the common room and plopped right down next to Bakugou, who opened his arm to allow you to curl into his side.

Sure, it amazed him that Bakugou even had the means to score a partner, let alone one would could just come in and plop next to him, interrupting whatever game he was playing on his switch, but…

Kaminari was moreso interested in whatever you two were doing than thinking about the other complexities of your relationship.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asks, his nose burying in your hair.

“Hngg.”

Bleach blonde eyebrows furrow in frustration, “you do realize it’s almost 10 pm, right? I’m not doing that.”

“Mmmnn!” You push your head against his shoulder, and he snarls at you.

“Don’t you ‘mmmnn’ me! It’s fuckin’ dark out.”

“Do you have any lick of a clue what the hell is going on?” Kaminari whispers, a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to keep his question between himself and Kirishima. Kirishima tips his head as he watches you and Bakugou… talk? to each other on the loveseat just feet away.

“Honestly man,” the redhead sighs, tipping his head in thought. “No idea.”

“You want Aizawa to kill me?” Bakugou mumbles, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Dumbass. Because he will.”

“Hmph..”

“Yeah, I should’ve expected you to say that.”

“Say what?” Kaminari whispers, the pitch turning into a whine, gentle fingers tugging at Kirishima’s tee-shirt. Kirishima shrugs and continues to watch the… conversation.

“Come on,” Bakugou pleads, “can’t I just give you some of my chips? I’ll take ya to get some snacks tomorrow, I promise-“

“Mmmmnnnn…”

Bakugou groans and tips his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as if trying to work up some strength. “Hey, idiots,” he grumbles, making the two of his friends tense up in fear; Kaminari visibly trembles, he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he just really wanted to know if you were okay-

“What time does that stupid convenience store close for the night?” The blonde asks, and Kirishima watches as your lips, peeking from Bakugou’s neck, curl up into a smile.

Kirishima shrugs, “I… think they’re 24 hours. Or at least open until real late. I think they stop making food at 1 am though.”

Bakugou groans. Kaminari sees you stifle your giggles, your fingers curling on his shirt. You grunt again, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Fucking- fine.” He turns back to his friends with a snarled lip. “You dickheads want anything?”

“Uh…” Kaminari begins. “I’ll… take a strawberry juice, if you’re offering.”

“I’m not, but my insignificant other is.”

Kirishima chuckles, “I’ll take an egg roll. Thanks man.”

Bakugou gives a subtle nod and turns his head back down to you, “you’re coming with me-“

“Mmmnnnn…”

“Oh hell no!” He barks. “If I go down, you’re coming with me, you shitfuck!”

Once again, you laugh into his neck, and even if kaminari and kirishima don’t understand the dynamic, it feels good to see Bakugou smirk in your hair and nuzzle into you.

“Mmmuvyounnn.”

“Yeah yeah… love you, too, or something.”

[slayfics]

Izuku overhears your late night call with Katsuki.

800 Words~

Izuku shuffled in bed becoming conscious of his surroundings as he blinked heavily. His hotel bed was nowhere near as satisfactory as his one at home. Not that Izuku was one to complain- but he found it amusing that Japan’s top two heroes were placed in a shared mediocre hotel while out on a mission.

Shuffling around once more Izuku became aware of what had woken him at such a late hour. It must have been two or three in the morning, but his friend’s low voice surrounded the silent room. Trying not to make Katsuki aware, he peeped an eye open and was met with the sight of his friend on the phone. Even though he was across the room on his own queen-sized bed, Izuku could see the tension in the way Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his hand over his face.

It didn’t take Izuku long to guess who Katsuki was talking to. It had to be you, there was no one else Izuku had seen Katsuki speak to with such softness. Not to mention how strict he was with his sleep schedule. No one else would be lucky enough to get away with calling Katsuki at this hour.

“You don’t need ta’ worry about me- you know that” Katsuki spoke quietly into the phone. “No- I’m not going to hang up… I’ll stay right here till you’re asleep, ok? So quite down… breath alright…”

Izuku fought the urge to interrupt and ask what was going on. It sounded like you must have been upset on the other line. Despite his helpful nature, he resisted the urge knowing Katsuki would only be infuriated by his interruption.

“It’s fine I’m-… I’m glad you called… I missed you too,” Katsuki spoke into the phone, causing Izuku to hold back an audible gasp. The words sounded so foreign coming from Katsuki. He always knew Katsuki had an affinity for you but- it felt so surreal to hear it with his own ears. It was such a sharp contrast to the Katsuki he was used to.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called or- reached out to you since we’ve been gone… I’m just- not good at this stuff you know…,” a low chuckle came from Katsuki at whatever you said next.

“It’s… nice to hear your voice again…I’ll come to see you when we’re back ok? … Yeah, yeah I promise brat. Now sleep for me alright? It’s late as hell and I can hear how exhausted you are… Good just drift off- and I’ll see you soon,” Katsuki said.

Izuku wasn’t sure if the conversation continued any longer because the next thing he knew his alarm was buzzing and waking him up for their mission.

He and Katsuki both sleepily stalked around the room getting ready. Against his better judgment, Izuku had to ask.

“Hey… last night… were they ok?” Izuku asked.

“HAH?! You listened to my phone call?!” Katsuki yelled; the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry-,” Izuku stuttered. “It’s not like I had a choice though. This room they gave us isn’t very big!”

“Yeah, cheap asses- whatever… they are fine don’t ask me about it again,” Katsuki spoke sternly.

“Ok Kacchan,” Izuku spoke respecting his friend's privacy as he continued to get ready, but to Izuku's surprise Katsuki called back out to him.

“Hey-…” Katsuki exclaimed, keeping his gaze away from Izuku.

“Yeah?” Izuku answered back.

“… What…,” Katsuki groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “What the hell do I say to them? I… I don’t know how to do this crap.” He spoke. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good at showing affection. He hadn’t even reached out to you in the week that they had been gone- which caused you to call him in panic. He hated that he did that to you but- these things just didn’t come easy to him like they did to Izuku.

“Well- I think that depends. What do you want them to know?” Izuku asked, treading carefully with his friend.

“I don’t fucking know… I just want the brat to take care of themselves…” Katsuki said frustrated.

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing to say: Take care of yourself.” Izuku answered.

“Fine…” Katsuki huffed and typed a quick message on his phone before tossing it aside. “Let’s fucking get this mission over with- wanna go home.”

Izuku nodded in agreement.

The next morning you woke up to a text from Katsuki.

Take care of yourself, idiot.

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[keepingupwithkarasuno]

Requested by: anon

Dude this is the fastest I’ve ever completed a req like I busted out laughing the second I read it so I hope you enjoy it 😭

I didn’t know how to end it I’m so sorry it’s a lame ending 😭😭

[homos-in-training]

Incorrect MHA-51 (Bakudeku+Reader)

Y/n: How do I get revenge on those who have wronged me?

Izuku: The best revenge is letting go and living well

Y/n: Ohkay. Bakugou how do I-

Bakugou: Stab. Eliminate. Destroy

[blinkyblinding]

Izuku Headcannons

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boyfriend!izuku x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: just a lot of loving actions if u think of anything lemme know

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i think izuku with a significant other would be so cute. at first he would be shy, of course. however, i think once sometime has passed and you both have navigated each-others boundaries… he’s so dotting.

he always thought you were cute and sweet. thats how he saw you. now that he feel comfortable to express it? oh boy, does he express it.

expect the most obvious loving glances. theyre almost teasing in a sense like his eyes are saying “i love you and i KNOW you love me too and i’m probably annoying you right now but that doesn’t matter because you love it”.

just like that.

always wants to get you things. he just does.

you like sweets? he has to fight the urge to get you everything he sees.

you like spicy food? same thing.

especially when you guys get into an argument or just take some space. he fights every thought in his head about getting you something.

he caves.

he got it and now he’s giving it to you, despite your protests about him buying you things.

he loves how content you look. its actually his favorite thing in the world. makes him so warm to watch you be content. even if its not obvious that you are happy, he knows. he always knows.

i also head canon cute aggression. he just gets so much energy when your happy, content, relaxed around him. he just doesn’t nt know what to do with himself but he cant help but want to make you happier.

the cycle repeats.