#kirishima is there too lmao

[writersmorgue]

Fic #2 of my LGTIG series! stay tuned for more ;3

[bakubunny]

another disabled/fnd!reader drabble, this time with kirishima. lots of sweet, fluffy goodness ahead. <3

tags: disabled!reader, muscle spasms, neuro disorders, fluff

a loud crack sounded throughout the theater speakers. your body grew tense as your eyes shut tight. another bang. a flash of lights. you jumped and clung to eijiro’s arm in the couple’s seat.

“shit, sorry,” you said quickly.

eijiro smiled a little and placed a reassuring hand onto your thigh. “i don’t mind,” he whispered back.

dinner had already been served. now you were only ten minutes into the movie. music suddenly blasted your ears, and your body shook a little as your back spasmed. eijiro felt your change in movement and looked over.

“woah, you okay?” he asked.

your body calmed. “‘m okay, just a few spasms.”

it was nothing to be ashamed of. you knew that. but still, it was embarrassing. this was only your third date with eijiro, and you didn’t want to scare him - or scare him off. he was an incredible guy. you had hoped to avoid all of this by planning what was supposed to be a relaxed date, but this was no dice.

another spasm hit when a burst of noise hit your ears. your gripped your fists shut tight with your eyes closed in a vain attempt to keep some control over it. your head went a little foggy as your eyes rolled behind their lids. he leaned into your ear and spoke softly.

“you sure? do we need to leave?” the concern in his voice was genuine, as was the look in his carmine eyes.

your body relaxed a little. you looked at him.

“it’s just a little loud,” you said with a smile. “i’m alright.”

before you could finish reassuring him, his eyes already seemed to be scanning in search of something.

“where are your keys? i saw you had earplugs on ‘em,” eijiro said.

“we ca-” you blinked. “you noticed that?”

eijiro grinned sheepishly. he picked up your keys and reached for the small case. “yeah…. i notice a lot of things sometimes. especially when it comes to someone i like.”

he handed you the earplugs. your face warmed as a smile pushed itself across your features. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. his smile only grew.

“i appreciate that about you,” you replied as you put the earplugs in.

the speakers suddenly roared to life once more, and you winced. a shudder ran down your back. this was far better, but not perfect. eijiro’s smile faded into one of sympathy, still offering an out. you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“i know my limits. for now, i’d like to stay. is that okay?” you replied softly into his ear.

eijiro nodded, albeit a little hesitant. “is there anything i can do for you?”

gosh, he was too sweet, it seemed. heat blossomed on your cheeks.

“can… can you put your arm around me? keep me close to you?” you asked.

it felt like a silly request when it left your lips, but the twist in your stomach melted when eijiro’s grin brightened and he lifted his arm, inviting you closer. you smiled and settled into his warm embrace, your head on his chest. he gave you a gentle squeeze and kissed you on the head.

“comfy?” he whispered.

you nodded.

the tension in your body eased as the night went on. eijiro rubbed your back in a soothing way. butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he covered your ear after you flinched. laughter filled his chest and your ear as you both watched, making heat bloom over your cheeks. you missed a few moments here and there when your eyes fell shut for one reason or another, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

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[peachsukii]

『 ♡ 』  fem!reader thinking about her crush...

no pairings used, fill in the thoughts of your favorite man instead. 🔥

I keep these longings locked In lowercase inside a vault

there he was again, walking into the coffee shop without a care in the world. you knew his order by heart - he doesn't even have to tell you before approaching the register.

"thanks doll," he says with a wink, making sure his fingertips brush over your hand as you hand him his coffee. "see ya tomorrow."

infatuation floods into your cheeks while you smile, painting them with a pretty rose flush. your co-workers don't notice when you tighten your legs, hugging your thighs together at an attempt to keep yourself from shaking in anticipation.

the next four hours are a brutal test of strength.

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk

your shoes are barely off when you enter your apartment before you're darting to the bedroom, desperate for release.

it's almost embarrassing how wild this man drives you.

almost.

the coffee shop uniform crumbles next to your bed, hair undone against the pillow while your fingers are rushing to the hem of your panties. you can't help but notice the wet fabric as your pointer finger finds purchase on your clit, a shock of pleasure surging through your system. it's unbearable at first, the bud too sensitive to touch until your free hand cups your breast, tweaking your nipple softly to disperse the lightning bolts coursing through your body.

there's no harm in this sea of lewd thoughts, it's only intoxicating satisfaction.

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me

he's gorgeous - eyes that illuminate the room and flawless skin with a body to die for. his features are etched into your mind, every curve of his muscles, angle of his jawline, thickness of his fingers...

oh god, his fingers.

you stuff two fingers into your soaked entrance at the thought, imagining that it would only be one of his. wanting to feel how he fills you up with such ease, molding to his burning touch until he moves up to two...maybe three.

you could take it, you're a good girl.

you've heard enough of his voice, the way he enunciates, to vocalize his praise in your mind. that's it princess... so good for me, doll... you open up so well for me... your sighs are so pretty.

the thought of his tongue running along the shell of your ear as he coaxes out your first orgasm has you squirming beneath your own fingers.

If it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

sweat has your back sticking to the sheets, the blaze in your abdomen hotter than hell itself. your fingers aren't reaching deep enough, aren't thick enough, to fuel your desire further - you're feeling too empty.

the nightstand wobbles intensely as you rip open the top drawer, favorite toy now in your sticky grip. you kick off your panties and drag the silicone cock down your belly, stopping shy of your drenched mess of a cunt.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind?

you wish you possessed unlimited hands - something to stimulate the yearning for touch, turning the daydream unfathomably realistic. extra hands to grip your thighs, dig blunt nails into your hips, push and pull the fake dick in and out of you for hours.

for now, you get creative with the fantasy.

you tap the silicone tip against your swollen clit, mimicking him teasing you before he slips inside of your tight hole.

look how wet you are, baby... just for me.

the moan that falls from your lips is voracious, begging yourself for more.

i suppose i can reward you with my cock after being so patient.

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name, building up like waves crashing over my grave

the words swirl in your head as your juices coat the toy, the gratifying slurp of your pussy sucking it in to the hilt with no resistance. you clutch the base and begin with a slow, teasing and tantalizing pace, screwing your eyes shut to replace the dildo with the mental image of his dick filling you to the brim.

it's not long before your tempo increases, ferociously fucking yourself while slurring his name, mumbling curses while your release builds. the thread is pulled taut, threatening to snap any moment. your free hand moves back to your puffy clit, harshly pinching around it to push you over the edge.

you ride out your orgasm, continuing to massage your slick covered walls with the toy through the sensation, quivering from the adrenaline. cum drips from your used hole, dribbling down to your ass and staining your sheets.

Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

blissfully lying in your own mess, you let the dildo slip out of you and sit between your thighs, the sheen of your arousal glistening under the sunlight of your bedroom window.

does he masturbate to the sight of you, too? has he memorized your every curve, the shape of your face, and the silk of your voice? you can't help but picture him sitting in his own bedroom, white knuckling his cock with his pink tip beading with pre-spend to the thought of you - aching for a chance to touch you.

you sigh, wiping the back of your hand across your sweat covered forehead. a surge of guilt begins to settle in-between your trembling thighs...does this define you as an obsessed, lovesick fool?

no. not in the slightest.

it's been a month, there's nothing wrong with fantasizing. you think of it as manifestation, desiring something forbidden until it's graciously presented for you to take.

and one day, you'll take him back to your apartment and into your bedroom, where you can show him just how eager you've been for him.

maybe tomorrow, you'll finally give him your number on his coffee cup.

thank you taylor for another masterpiece of poetic smut to inspire this little drabble ��

[stamineuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum]

made elly and lisa cosplays :3

[theloveinc]

Heavy sleeper!Kirishima collapsing on top of you after sex

All your friends are like, "aw, you're so lucky to have a boyfriend who likes to cuddle after sex!!!" except it's not aw, it's OW!!!

The thing that's really unfortunate though, is the fact that the first 5-10 minutes of him laying on you, cockwarming, etc... is all super nice! it's just that by the time you're ready for it to stop cuz he's getting kinda heavy... mr. dumbass is already asleep😟

And usually he's so good about waking up, cuz he's gotta for work and exercise and missions + etc... but after a nut? No way is he moving for a couple hours AT LEAST.... so either you gotta fight your way out of his grip like a pro-wrestler (and then deal with his whining later), or wait it out like a starfish it's some college hookup and you aren't in your own bed.

(You probs pinched him once to try and wake him up... but it just ended up with him readjusting so that your hands were locked in his grip. At least you could breathe, though. at least.)

[evanescentsun]

[jade-of-mourning]

kiribakukami :> featuring: the undo button!

the final didn’t have the right color effect i wanted — so i put an overlay at the end, except it reduced the image quality to shit :> (but tumblr makes no difference So.)

[ihatebnha]

this is hella random but what marvel characters do you think deku/bakugo/todoroki/kirishima/*insert whoever else you want* would have a crush on? or doesn’t even have to be crush but like their fave

aww baby, i actually haven't seen most of the marvel movies so i don't think i'm really the most qualified to answer this!!!

But just super briefly bc it's making me laugh...

-

Deku - Captain America obviously because All Might and artificial strength reasons. Also liked the angst with Bucky.

Bakugo - pretends not to care but likes... Black Widow. Refuses to explain it to you, and will also have extremely intense debates with you over Iron Man and absolutely hates Hawkeye.

Kirishima - OG Thor lover because he enjoys that he's strong but also kinda silly (and he enjoys Loki)... but has a newfound love for Shang Chi because of the journey he went through. Secure in their masculinity.

Todoroki - hasn't seen any of the movies... and doesn't really get into them when you try to show him. Probably just chooses the Hulk because he's green or Captain Marvel cuz she's a girl LOL.

[ren-shonen]

(including the metadata image on this one because they go together, see...)

Thresholds by n_r on AO3

This one was written for the September 2022 round of the Planet BNHA Monthly Exchange as a treat for gloriousporpoise. The round's theme was "To Another Time and Place."

I had a great time doing the research for this one to figure out the experience they might have in that void space, and then I went and surprised myself with how much I enjoyed writing the combat scene! Plus, creating an OC hero is always fun. I'd love to bring Ianus back in the future, maybe.

...I really hope that "Tote-doroki Shouto" tag catches on. XD

As usual, full tags and metadata are under the cut:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou & Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Future Fic, Characters Are Pro Heroes, extremely minor spoilers for MHA manga chapter 357, Minor Injuries, Quirk Accident, not thinking with portals, void space, Sensory Deprivation, Huddling For Warmth, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mostly Platonic, (whatever that means), lowkey mutual pining, (aka return of the rosemary bush-ing), Tote-doroki Shouto, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Minor Original Character(s), cameos from other former members of Classes 1-A and 1-B

Series: Part 5 of call it any name you need Collections: Planet BNHA Exchange 0922 Published: 2022-09-27 · Words: 3,762 · Chapters: 1/1

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41981721

[kaistarus]

Feeling nostalgic for the days when MHA only had like two seasons and I'd sit in the back row of my stats an hour before people got there to binge the whole show.

Or when season 3 was airing and I was talking 24/7 about all things bakugo to all friends. I'd legit tear up over Bakugos breakdown randomly and my friends would be like wtf put down Twitter loser

Too much happening now. Overwhelming lmao

[flutteringfable]

he was a boy, he was a boy, he was a boy, can i make it any more obvious

[yvningshowers]

There is something so special about Bakugou being this... like the epitome of aggression, of violence and raw power and rage on the battlefield, and then- and then he takes the costume off and he's... just Katsuki. Just a man trying to be a good person. And they're the same person but Dynamight is more a persona, more a healthy outlet for all of that rage he has built up, so when he takes the mask off it's just him. The way he is on the battlefield he knows- even though he would like to- that he can't be that way in his day to day. And he strives not to. He'll clench a fist and grit his teeth and take a deep breath and make the effort to not hurt anyone anymore. Idk it's just so special to me like I hate to Kirishima it LMAO but it's masculinity done right in my opinion

[im-so-tired-sorry]

in every universe…

fantasy au!kiribaku x gn!reader

A/N: this is based of Yuzuya’s kiribaku fantasy series and what i think the ending would look like. kinda meta but i think it’s fitting lmao. a quick lil blurb, kind of poorly written/rushed :/ either way hope you enjoy!!!

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“and that was the story on how we met traveler. and how we ended up eating a slightly over cooked dinner i guess.”

bakugo had just finished telling the story while the three of you had just finished with your stews. it took a couple of hours, considering he gave the more detailed version of the story.

“woohoo that was great! i love that story.” kirishima gushed while reminiscing on the memories of the journey.

“i love it too. can’t wait to hear it next week.” you comment, sending katsuki a teasing glance since that’s the only story that has been a constant request since the three of you decided to settle down for the time being.

“hell no. id rather listen to nerd talk about whatever he’s been teaching himself before i have to retell that story AGAIN.”

“oh you don’t mean that.”

“is that a challenge?”

“alright alright. don’t even start you two, we have to get to bed.”

you wash the dishes while eijirou cleans the kitchen and katsuki packs the leftovers away. afterwards, you three with your bellies full, groggily make your way to the bedroom and snuggle into bed; you lay yourself on the edge, but somehow are maneuvered to the middle, enclosed and snuggled by your boyfriends.

you share good nights and good night kisses, but only after a couple minutes of silence, kirishima speaks up.

“hey guys?”

“mmm” bakugo’s grumble of a response only proves that the hunting wore him out, and he was already falling asleep within just a couple minutes of laying down.

“do you guys… nevermind.”

“no what is it?”

“nothing it’s dumb.”

“spit it out already.”

“well… do you guys think we’re… together in every world?”

“what?”

“like you know, in every world. in every universe and possibility that we interact with each other in those worlds. do you think that we three always end up together?”

“…”

“…”

“sorry, i know it’s dumb but i just thought-“

“i do. think that we end up together.”

“we better. hell, if fate lead us to end up here the way it did, i’d love to see the chaos that our other selves had to endure.”

“heh. good. i can’t imagine it any other way.”

[queenpiranhadon]

ᴅᴀʏ ꜱɪx: April 19th

Syn: You make the cake and decorate for the party.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

A/N: I'm actually really happy about how this event turned out- all the fics written in this collaboration can be read separately, but it's recommended you read them all in order :) The master list is here, go check out the other writers because they're so amazing and talented AUGH.

Warning(s): Cursing (it's Katsuki what are you gonna do), bad baking terminology, maybe ooc idk, reader is referred to as female like once- Kiri calls her ma'am, reader compliments Katsuki's ass lmao, just fluffy in general though, class 3-A, reader is in the hero course.

This was it. Tomorrow, your plan would finally be put in motion.  

It was the 19th of April, and to say the very least, you were stressed.  

Stressed might not be the word for it. More like anxiety, excitement and fear into one overwhelming emotion that you couldn't convey into words. Tomorrow was Katsuki’s 18th birthday. And everything had to be perfect.  

You sat in your dorm room, thumbing the pages of the cookbook you so loving made him, picturing his own rough hands touching the book the same way when you gave it to him. Your heart warmed at the thought- your boyfriend never ceased to give you butterflies, even without intending to.  

Doubt plagued your mind however- what if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too dumb, or too simple- should you have done more?!  

No, you scold yourself. You needed to trust yourself. You knew Katsuki well- he excelled in the extravagant, but he still found joy in the smaller things.  

Still... you couldn’t help but worry. This would be a big day for him-a huge milestone. You didn’t want to mess it up.  

Setting the cookbook down, you finally place it into the bag you had for him, jet black with orange stuffing. The small action put the whole situation into perspective for you.  

This was finally happening. 

But you still had work to do today. Pulling out your phone, you open the messaging app, and click on the contact you needed.  

You: Mission Keep Katsuki Away is a go >:) 

Kiri🥊: Yes ma’am >:)) 

Turning off your phone, you pocket it, and leave your dorm room. All that was left to do was the cake.  

After slaving through the school day, you all return to your dorms, with the exception of Kirishima and Katsuki, the former dragging the latter away for something he called “a bro date”. You chuckled at his excuse, and left them to their own devices as you returned to Heights Alliance, sending a text to Kirishima as you walked.  

You: Hey! What’s your status? 

Kiri 🥊: Just got to the bus! I’ll keep him busy as long as I can 

You: Perfect!! 

You: Thank you so much again 

Kiri 🥊: No problem! He’s going to love it, you put so much work into making this special for him :D 

You: Aww...thanks Kiri! Fingers crossed 😭 

You weren’t terrible at baking per se, but you weren’t no Sato. And you would ask him to make the cake himself, but you didn’t want to ask too much of anyone.  

So it was up to you. You wanted to make a small two-tiered cake, it would be enough to feed all of 3-A and hopefully there would be leftovers.  

Sifting through the pantry you found what you needed one by one. Cocoa powder, dark cocoa powder, eggs, milk, butter, flour, baking soda, the list went on. You were making a chocolate cake, covered in dark chocolate ganache, drizzled with caramel. Katsuki wasn’t a big fan of sweets, and you knew that, but cake was cake. You also knew that he secretly did have a sweet tooth so he wouldn’t be too upset. Hopefully the bitterness of the dark chocolate would make the rest of the cake a little less sweet to align with the explosive blond’s tastes.  

Grabbing three large bowls and the mixer Sato let you borrow, you get to work, mixing wet and dry ingredients separately, cracking eggs, melting chocolate, and whisking like your life depended on it.  

While you baked, you popped in an earbud, sweet music, lifting your mood and dancing around the kitchen, in your own world.  

And hour later, the two tiers of the cake were in the oven, (not before tasting the batter yourself of course) and you look around at the kitchen, the adrenaline rushing out of you. It was a mess. The was flour in your hair, on your face, and you’re pretty sure the cocoa powder on your shirt is going to stain.  

You sigh, taking off your earbuds and pausing the music from your phone. At least the cake was done.  

Grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet, you get to work, making sure the kitchen was spotless so no one (namely Katsuki, for obviously reasons, and Ochaco and the self-proclaimed Bakusquad because they would beg you to have a taste of their own) would know what you were up to.  

The cakes were done by the time you finished, taking them out of the oven and sealing the two layers together with some ganache.  

You had asked Mr. Aizawa to reserve Gym Gamma for you previously, getting his permission to decorate the space for the party, and so you made your way there now, deciding to decorate the cake in the Gym itself so you wouldn’t have to move it afterwards.  

You got Ochako to float the cake and the toppings for it to the gym itself, so in the meantime, you busied yourself with setting up all the food- something you didn’t want to do yesterday as it would’ve gone stale.

You recruited the help of Kaminari, Sero, Mina and Kyoka to help you carry everything- including the mini fridge you saved up to buy to store the food and drinks overnight. You’d take them out the next morning.

When you got there, you were surprised to see Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsu, Iida, and Momo there alongside Ochako who explained they all wanted to help. 

You feel your smile stretch across your face, happy to see so many people who wanted to give Katsuki the best birthday ever.  

Splitting up the work, Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida went to go find the plates, cups, bowls, and cutlery you bought with Mitsuki - something you thought may have been overkill, but she had planned everything down to a T.

The others flitted around, either helping to put food or drink items into the fridge, or checking to make sure nothing happened to the decorations overnight.

You took to decorating the cake. Pouring the ganache over the first tier, you used it as an adhesive of sorts and you lifted the second layer on top of it. Once you did that, you poured the remaining ganache over the entire cake, evenly, so it created a pretty coat on top that you were sure it would add a nice crunch to the cake itself.

You groaned, stabbing your spatula into the quickly hardening ganache, having to ask Todoroki to heat it up every few minutes so that it wouldn’t harden completely- an annoyingly tedious task, but you knew Katsuki hated the taste of frosting- so hopefully he would appreciate the favor.

You waited for it to harden, then adding drizzles of caramel everywhere, and strategically placing strawberries where you could for a refreshing change in flavor.

And then lastly, adding thin golden candles to the cake, ten on the bottom row, and seven on the top. Momo created a special candle shaped like one of his gauntlets that you put in the center of the circle of seven candles on the top. And finally, you were done.

Momo made another contraption for you, a tall glass dome with temperature settings that you would put on the cake to prevent the strawberry from going bad overnight. After setting the cake on its stand, you put the dome over it, thanking Momo for her help.

It was then when you received two texts.

You open the first one, snorting when you read what it has to say.  

Katsu 💥🧡: Oi, I know you’re up to something- Shitty Hair just dragged me to the damn movie theater to watch some stupid Crimson Riot movie. 

You: Aww it couldn’t have been that bad!! 

You: Can’t the all mighty Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight survive a short movie date? 

You: Plus I told you- I'm not up to anything lmao 

Katsu 💥🧡: I call bullshit 

Katsu 💥🧡: Plus that movie was three damn hours- short my ass 

You: To be fair, you do have a nice ass 

You: I KID I KID  

You: But I promise you’ll get extra cuddles when you get back my big baby 

Katsu 💥🧡: Fuck off 

Katsu 💥🧡: Meet me at my dorm after dinner

Katsu 💥🧡: And don’t think I’m letting at comment about my ass go 

You can’t stop the amused smile from spreading across your face as you check the other text message, one from Kirishima this time.  

Kiri 🥊: Hey! We’re about 15 minutes away- we'll be back around 18:32 PM 

You: Kiri jesus christ- you tell me this now?! 

Kiri: Sorry!! 

You put your phone down, yelling at everyone to finish up and get back to the dorms as soon as possible, people scrambling around to put the finishing touches together before bolting out of the gym, you along with them.  

Thankfully, you all made it back in time, flopping down on the couches just at the door opens to reveal a beaming Kirishima and a grumpy Katsuki.  

The latter raises an eyebrow at all of you, sending a narrow-eyed glare at you. 

“Why’re ya so outta breath?” He grunts suspiciously and you chuckle sheepishly in return.  

“Mina challenged Kaminari and Sero to go a piggyback race against Todoroki and Iida.” You laugh, the lie rolling off your tongue as the others nod in agreement. 

“We totally won.” Sero says smugly, and Todoroki sends him a confused look.  

“But-”  

Kaminari cuts him off, slinging his arm around the heterochromatic eyed boy nonchalantly. “It’s not winning if you use your quirk Todo-bro.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes, all interest in the conversation out the window, as he starts making dinner for everyone, something he started doing a while ago when he lost faith in 3-A's ability to not burn the kitchen down.  

After you all settled down and ate, you and Katsuki returned to his room, making yourself comfortable in his bed as he joins you, pulling you close and letting his sore muscles melt into your embrace.  

You, however, couldn’t force yourself to relax, your body buzzing with excitement as tomorrow would arrive.  

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[sugarlywhispers]

the fall | b.katsuki - prohero!reader goes undercover

☆– warnings; heart breaking ANGST, a bit of comfort, not a happy ending or well, it is, just not the one you expect, vulnerable!Bakugou Katsuki.

☆– a.n; i don’t know how many times i have deleted, rewritten, deleted again and rewritten again this piece lmao i consider it a win the fact that i just finished it xD also, i don't know if this will have a continuation… thou there’s a high chance that it does because i loved the way it ended lol enjoy <3

If Bakugou Katsuki could be properly honest he would openly admit that being a Pro Hero sucked , approximately eight times out of ten. Mostly it wasn't for the times injuries went worse than expected or felt worse as time progressed and the getting old finally settled in the bones. If he could be entirely open about it, the worst part was when a hero had to take undercover work.

Bakugou hates it. He hates it so much, he could quit. And that was a realization that unsettled him, because this was what he had dreamt about since he was a shitty brat kid: kick shitty villains asses from left to right.

But he got to actually accept and admit this particular annoying, and again, shitty fact, his resentment about that specific part of the job, when it was your turn. When you had to go undercover, and so deep into it, that it had been two years… two fucking years, since he got any news about you.

How fucking dared you. He was–is your best friend, right? Then why not send him even a simple 'I'm okay, still alive' message. Not even a quick phone call where he could at least hear your breathing; he would know it's you, because he knew everything about you. Well–not everything as he would like to. But he was your friend, you had confided in him plenty of times, you had been his partner since you were a little brat from UA doing your internship and he was the newbie Hero in charge of you. You have been through good and shit together. Was it too difficult to just let him know you were fine, fucking alive? Were your new surroundings too dangerous for you to not give any signs of life to any of your friends? If it was dangerous, why the fuck haven't him, or Red Riot or even shitty Deku, been sent to help you?!

Bakugou took another deep breath, face laying over the stinky bar table, hand holding a glass of something he couldn't fucking remember Ejirou said it was. Probably a shot of tequila with lemonade, given the strong flavor in his mouth. Fuck, he wished it was something way more stronger, like firewisky or some shit like that.

"Mina was right. You do look like trash," shitty hair smiled, knowingly and even mockingly at him, which infuriated Katsuki more.

"Shut up, ass." He wasn't drunk, but he wished he was. Katsuki couldn't get drunk because he had patrols to run that same night, he was not an irresponsible asshole, no matter what and no matter who.

But he did wish he could drink himself to sleep. He hadn't been sleeping quite well lately– or more like over two fucking years. Katsuki sighs. He knows he is exaggerating. He knows you. You don't need him to worry about you, you can definitely take care of yourself and he has witnessed how capable you are of it plenty of times already. Damn, you once even kicked his ass for being a jerk– he won't admit it, but that was the day he actually started seeing you more than just a friend. Coincidentally, it was three days before you had to go undercover. What a bitch of luck.

"Todoroki said they were going to scout some of us to go look after her," that brought Bakugou's attention back, sitting up straight and looking directly at his best friend's serious expression on his face.

"I'm in."

Kirishima sighs, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Fuck you. I'm going..." Katsuki begins his protest but Ejirou doesn't let him continue.

"Katsuki!" Both friends look at each other's eyes for a moment without saying anything. Until Kirishima confirms out loud, "You love her."

The blond stays silent, not admitting or denying it, looking at his best friend's eyes that turned completely professional and determining.

"I will go." He presses firmly and with no room open for discussion, which makes Kirishima sigh.

The red head looks down at the glass he is holding with his drink, a cocktail that had a bit of ron and orange juice, as he plays for a moment with his fingers around it. He takes a sip of it, and after he puts the glass back on the table, he looks back at Katsuki's eyes and says, "I'm not here to invite you to go. I'm just being your fucking best friend in letting you know about this."

Bakugou growls looking elsewhere but his best friend, annoyed that he lost the discussion. He knows by Kirishima's stance and words he is not fucking going, and it innervates him.

He really doesn't want to think about it now. He doesn't want to think about you . He doesn't want to worry yet all he does is worry . For you. For your wellbeing. For the situations you probably have gone through, alone. Not with him around to take every blast he could for you. Not with him to kick some sense in that stubborn head of yours, and vice-versa.

Fuck. He worries so fucking much it is already affecting his head, his performance in battles, his everything. Katsuki had even taken more work than he should trying to keep his mind busy to not think about you.

Kirishima knows. He had known all the bullshit Katsuki was building up inside him for a while now. He always knew when something was off with his best friend. So he invited him to have some light drinks so they could talk a bit, even though that is the least thing Bakugou would ever do. Especially about his feelings. However, Kirishima knows. He has always known.

And he was not letting his friend alone to drown in his feelings.

Bakugou looks at his friend when he feels his hand grab his shoulder. The intensity in Ejirou's eyes makes Katsuki's throat tighten.

"I will bring her back."

"I'm-..."

The explosion makes the ground tremble, and it was enough to sober Bakugou and Kirishima up.

They don't hesitate to run out of the bar and towards the place where it came, where also everyone seemed to run away from. It took them less than three minutes to arrive and both of them sigh in relief when they see they aren't the only heroes at the scene, as even Deku was already there in his costume, holding at least four villains under him. Uravity was close, she had at least ten floating in the air with her Quirk, and was setting one by one on the ground again as another hero would catch and restrain them, before guiding them towards the police cars. The scene is pretty much under control, so that makes Katsuki relax a bit.

Ejirou moves to action, offering help wherever he could. Him and Katsuki walk towards Deku, helping him with the four under him that are struggling forcefully.

Deku smiles thankfully to his friends.

"There's the bitch," says the one Ejirou is holding from the back of his shirt.

"She's fucking dead," threatens the one Katsuki is holding, which makes him angrily manhandle the scum.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Fuck you, hero!"

Katsuki doesn't have time nor the patience for this, so he doesn't care when he pushes the villain inside the car way more forcefully than he should.

Deku comes running to them as the cars take their way, and he says hopefully, "Have you seen Y/N?"

Katsuki's entire being ignites at the mention of your name. The thought of just seeing you again makes something move inside his gut that is annoyingly satisfying.

"She's back?" Katsuki hates how hopeful his own voice sounded.

"Y-yes?" Izuku frowns, "Wait, you didn't know?" He looks at both friends perplexed.

"Know what?" Ejirou asks this time.

Izuku sighs. "This villain group was a big one that settled in America, where Y/N went undercover. They were planning to attack this base intending to rob the machine that scientists were creating that apparently could send someone to the past. This group wanted to go back in time to erase the source of Quirks, so they could control everything."

An unpleasant chill went down Katsuki's back.

"Y/N has been undercover all this time, working and proving herself so she could get in… She even got in the higher ranks so they would trust her and she could fakely guide them here, where there's nothing but a handful of heroes hiding in this abandoned building ready to catch them."

Deku sounds proud, which Katsuki could comprehend. Not that he would admit that out loud. But wait, that means…

"How do you know this?"

"She hasn't been in contact directly with me, Kacchan, but my agency has been in this case since the beginning and there were loops where she could send information. She couldn't be close to anything or anyone from here or she could have been in a huge danger. But one of my sidekicks has also been undercover with her. He was the loop. From what he told us, she climbed very high; with a Quirk like hers, I'm not surprised she was the only strongest in there. I wonder if-..." Deku went on and on with his mumbling in fascination with Quirks.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. He really doesn't have time to listen to him. He wants to find you, so he simply walks away in search of you.

Two years. It had been two years.

He ends up running towards the entrance of the building, looking around, eyes searching desperately for a sight of you. Heroes and villains around made it a bit difficult, coming and going, running and catching.

Until he finally sees you at a distance.

You are standing there, on the side of the scene, watching as every villain gets taken by some hero and put into custody of the police. The wind around is making your hair float to the side. You have dyed its color, which makes Katsuki think that no matter the color, you still look beautiful. You are beautiful, end of sentence.

But the expression on your face isn't the one of a Hero enjoying victory.

The villains were shouting stuff, and it isn't until he actually pays attention to what they are saying that makes him groan in anger. Why? Because they were shouting swears and threats at you.

And you simply stand there, not responding and receiving everything they throw at you. That makes Katsuki frown. You have never been that cold, that quiet against villains. Where was your fire? Your hatred towards those scumbags-good-for-nothing?

But then your head faced forward, in the direction towards where he was standing. Bakugou's entire being is shaking in anticipation, hoping, thriving for this reunion. Then he sees your eyes. Eyes that were colder than ice. Eyes that showed only a glance of how broken your soul was. And it hurts Katsuki's own heart to see you like that.

Your eyes didn't seem to recognize him at first. Like you were seeing a very distant and almost forgotten thought, a memory that had been pushed to the deepest part of your mind and now just watching him made your brain hurt while trying to figure out the memory.

You then realize it's him , your eyebrows shooting up in surprise and you smile slightly. A smile that doesn't reach your eyes. It is the kind of smile that means "cool to see you, but not very happy about it".

Your eyes go back to the scene, smile wiped from your face and the stoic, cold expression back on your whole being.

"It's The Fall," Deku suddenly appeared next to Katsuki, making the blond jump a little, which he faked it like he was just changing the weight of his body from one foot to the other.

"The fucking what?" Katsuki asks, a bit pissed that he got caught off guard.

"The Fall. When heroes go undercover, they have to pretend to be somebody else," Katsuki rolls his eyes exasperated.

"I fucking know what undercover means, Deku."

"You're not listening, Kacchan!" Deku turns to him, looking quite serious. "The Fall happens when the hero has to return, has to stop pretending to be someone else. And then, they find themselves with the question of whether whomever they were pretending to be was their real self or not."

Katsuki gulps. "I didn't-..."

"Of course you didn't, Kacchan. You have always been you. Fight or die. Hell, I even didn't, because I have always only wanted to be a Hero. But not everyone-..."

"Oh fuck," the blond swears, finally realizing. 

You are in a limbo. In trying to remember who you were, who you are and not; what you should do and not. The Fall was winning over you, as you suddenly moved to help a woman that apparently was on your villain team.

Katsuki doesn't waste time. He runs towards you, picking you up by the waist and walking away from the scene, towards the small alley next to the building, as Deku recaptures the other woman.

"Y/N!" He tries to reason with you as you start to kick him, arms and legs swinging in the air to try and catch him, hit him with all your might. "It's me! It's Bakugou! Katsuki!" You are screaming, not stopping to struggle, as he drags you away from everyone that could see.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING HERO –..."

You stop every movement and scream as you realize what you just said. He finally gets to circle his arms around your chest, yours trapped under his big ones. Katsuki is breathing heavily. Fuck, he had forgotten how strong you could get.

"Hero," he repeats in your ear as you settle and relax a bit in his arms. Your back pressed to his chest, his arms holding you strongly. "I'm a Hero, Dynamight, Ground Zero," he said, "Great Explosion Murder God," he tries to joke, his throat tight and almost closed with emotions he was trying to hold back –this is not the moment for them–, saying whatever he could to help your memory remember him, "It's me, Y/N, Katsuki … Your 'Tsuki."

Sillence. Only your rapid intakes of breaths are heard between you two. Still, he doesn't dare to let you go. He feels like if he does, you will slip from in between his fingers like liquid, droplets of water impossible to tame or hold back. If he let you go, you are going to fucking disappear, like smoke impossible to catch, and fly very far away from him to never return.

Bakugou Katsuki is not willing to lose you again.

Your body starts to tremble as you sob, as you cry with all your might in Katsuki's arms. And his heart breaks for you.

"Shh , it's okay. I've got you, love. I'm here…" He soothes you, hands and arms holding you tight against his chest as you cry loudly. His hands start to caress the skin of your arms as he kept whispering into your ear.

Your cries are so intense and painful to hear for him, breaking every piece of his heart for you. He can feel your legs giving up, so he kneels with you on the dirty ground, not letting you go from his arms for even a second.

You suddenly turn in his arms, facing him. Yours surround Katsuki's neck and you hug him strongly, " Katsuki," you cry in his neck, and he wishes he was able to physically take the pain you're feeling right now and throw it very far away. Or even if he had the choice to trade it with you, he would. He would carry your pain, your sorrows, your everything, for you.

"I'm here. I'm here," he repeats as you cry, softly caressing your back with his hands.

Katsuki doesn't know how much time you waited there –now sitting on the ground, his back against a wall while you sat all curled up against his chest and in between his legs– but he notices everything is done and over when Deku peeks from a corner, holding his thumb up in sign that probably everyone had gone from the place. The blond nods, and Deku takes that as a sign that he could get close. His movements slow, careful to not startle you, put you still tense in Bakugou's arms when you hear footsteps.

"It's Izuku, love." Katsuki doesn't know where he learnt to be this careful and cozy with people, he thinks it's your fault. You have been the one who taught him so many things, that it actually doesn't surprise him when his big ass hands caress carefully and softly your head, reassuring you on that touch that it's okay to let go of him a bit. "Midoriya Izuku?" He tries his friend's real name, the one name he is sure you would be glad to hear–apart from his. But you simply respond by grabbing Katsuki harder, not letting go. "Hero Deku? Or… shitty Deku," he feels his chest puff in satisfaction when you try to hide your smile against his chest.

"Ha. Ha. Funny Kacchan…" Deku says, sitting on the ground right in front of you. Very different from you, Katsuki can not hide his own smile –not that he would even try to, which makes Deku roll his eyes and also smile. "How are you feeling, Y/N-chan?"

You exhale deeply; the long, tired sigh being answer enough, but you still say, "Like… all of this is a dream. Everything feels… surreal .” You gulp, finally pulling away a bit from Katsuki. He simply let you, hand still caressing your back in confort. “Like I’ll wake up any moment and be laying on the mattress on the floor in that one room apartment I live–used to… live.”

They both notice your slip as you frown and slide a hand through your lock in a clear frustrated sign.

“I don’t know… what’s fact and what’s fake anymore… I…” The tears fill your eyes once again, your hand now grabbing the beginning of your hair. Katsuki immediately grabs your wrist trying to make you let go. “I feel angry and sad… I feel devastated by what happened… But I also feel relief, and– I don’t know what’s the correct way to feel. I don’t fucking know who I am anymore!”

Katsuki hugs you again, rocking from side to side and hushing, whispering that everything is going to be okay.

He feels Izuku’s eyes on him, on both of you. And even if the fucker hasn’t said anything yet, Bakugou knows. FUCK. He fucking knows what his best friend is going to do. So he closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Fighting his own tears back.

But he can’t hold them longer after he opens them and sees Aizawa standing at a distance. Waiting patiently. Katsuki hugs you tighter.

“Y/N-chan…” Izuku says, his gloved hand pressing on your shoulder to get your attention. “You need help. Until everything settles back into you, you need someone that can help you with this. Do we agree?”

You nod, crying and sniffing as you pull away again, and this time is Katsuki’s turn to not want to let you go. His arms grab you stronger for a moment as he hides his face on your neck.

He doesn’t want to let you go. He just got you back. He has so much to say and do and prove. He doesn’t fucking want to let you go again.

Katsuki is in denial, he knows. And he also knows he is the most selfish bastard alive for not wanting to let you go so you can properly heal. But everything he has gone, without you, and now having a little taste of getting you back, whether that be even half of you… FUCK! He definitely sounds like the most egotistic, selfish motherfucker of all.

When he’s about to finally let you go, he feels your hand tangle in the back of his head in his hair. And when his eyes find yours, he sees it. He sees the need you have of him, the sadness, the joy, the kindness, everything… He sees the want, the care, the despair . So many emotions it’s even difficult for him to maintain eye contact.

And he sees it. The love…

“If there's something I haven’t forgotten is how I feel about you. But you don't deserve the me of right now…” He shakes his head in denial, his hands holding your face and cleaning your tears with his thumbs. “I will get better… I will come back for you.”

You smile at him, and a simple action hasn't hurt so much as this. Like someone stabbed him with a knife on his chest, right where his heart is. And he’s left there, bleeding towards his death as you caress his cheek delicately one more time and stand up and walk crying towards your old teacher.

Katsuki knows it is for your health and wellbeing, but who’s going to convince his heart that this isn’t again the last time he sees you? That you will come back, that you will look for him in your return.

He brings his knees towards his chest, arms hugging them and hiding his face there. And Katsuki cries. Like a child.

He feels Izuku’s movement to sit next to him as one of his arms surround his shoulder, and he has never been grateful enough to the nerd for being the fucking best friend he has ever had.

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t look at you parting, walking away from him. He can’t.

But he wishes he had.

[red-writes]

Yandere x virgin darling

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Mha yanderes x virgin darling

Content warnings: dubcon/noncon, coercion, manipulation, grinding, some smut.

Red’s note: none of them are very nice lmao but I cant say I hate it

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DEKU:

Izuku knows everything about you. He knows your shoe size, what allergies you have, he even knows what foods give you the runs. He knows you’re a virgin and uses the fact against you. Izuku wants you to want him, he won’t touch you until you’re ready but he’ll force you to be ready. What he does is so extremely manipulative, he shows off his body around the house more and more. Starting off with with no shirt, then no pants and he’s just in underwear, fat bulge pressing against the tight fabric and he knows you’re looking. He knows your cute legs are pressing together and rubbing together whenever you see him. He even ups the ante by touching you so gently, so innocently. Simply leaving his hand on your thigh for a little too long or cupping your cheek and leaning in almost until your lips touch only to back off and give you a cheeky little grin. He knows it’s becoming too much for you and he’s right, one night after he comes back home from work you sit him down and confess you’re ready to have sex. Just like he planned. You’re such a good, easy girl.

BAKUGOU:

Katsuki isn’t as nice as deku is. Best believe since he’s locked you up in his high rise you’ve been getting toyed with every night. It goes like this: he comes home from work, showers, spreads your legs and eats you out up until you’re about to cum then pulls away and turns over bidding you a good night. It’s extremely frustrating, every night it’s the same thing, your silly little brain always hopes to achieve that high but you never do and it leaves you feeling unfulfilled and Katsuki knows it. He can see it in the way you pout and whine once he pulls away from your soaked pussy, he sees it in the way you grip his shirt and beg him for more deep and intense kisses than the one usual peck. Katsuki is so intricate in his plan he trains your body to not even feel pleasure from masturbating anymore, the only thing you can feel good from is him and it all comes to a head one night where you sloppily grind your hips down on his lap and plead for him to fuck you.

TODOROKI:

Shoto is so gentle with you. He, unlike Bakugou and deku, is completely content with not having sex. He truly just loves being around you everyday and he could die happy just being able to live a little domestic life with you. The issue comes with you and your needs. He’s very dense, even though he meticulously plotted out your kidnapping he can’t seem to pick up on social cues that well and so he doesn’t realize when you’re feeling flirty or needy or anything like that he puts it off as you finally coming around to him rather than you needing to be fucked within an inch of your life. His unawareness is mistaked by you for refusal or disinterest so you turn to self-pleasure. In shoto’s case, he finally gets the message when he comes home early one night to surprise you only to find you masturbating with his hero costume against your nose, inhaling his musk. It’s a filthy sight and yet Shoto gets harder than he’s ever been in his life and proceeds to take your virginity with so much care :( it’s kinda cute until he keeps you up until 4am giving you creampies.

KIRISHIMA:

Kiri is extremely patient with you. You were scared off from sex after seeing how big he was but Kiri has a plan to help you get over your fear, after all he always gets what he wants and what he wants the most is you, all of you. Kiri’s plan involves making his size seem manageable and less intimidating. He sits you on his lap, pants off as you slide his length between your pussy lips. Fat tip pressing up against your clit causing you to shake and moan and he loves it. He's eating up every whimper, cry and mewl you make. He lets you cum as much as you want on his fat dick, so much so you tire out and he has to carry you to bed. It’s only a matter of time before you get tired of creaming on his cock like that and you’ll want it inside instead. So he isn’t shocked, although he pretends to be, when you’re hovering over his cock, slowly sitting down on it as your legs tremble from the burn his size is giving to you. 

SHINSO:

Contrary to Shinso’s quirk, I think he wouldn't use it on you in order to take your first time (although he will in other circumstances), he isn't a monster, he thinks it's hotter if you came to him desperate and horny but he knows that as it stands you aren't going to so he’ll give you a little help. He’ll sit you on his lap with nothing on while a video of two people fucking plays on the big screen in front of you. His fingers will find your nipples and squeeze them, his lips will kiss your neck and suck bruises onto the skin. He’ll spread your legs and play with the wetness between your legs before you beg him to finally make you cum and he will. He’ll use his fingers to circle your clit under you head is tossed back against his shoulder and your panting as you get nearer and nearer to your orgasm and he’ll make you cum hard. But after that he expects you to return the favor and unfortunately he's past the limit where he’ll take no for an answer 

MIRIO:

Mirio is just convinced that unless you fuck him you don't actually love him, out of everyone his delusion is definitely the worst. He’ll reach his limit of you not loving him very fast and he’ll definitely push you up against a counter and grind against you whilst whispering the most insanely filthy things to you. It’ll be impossible to get out of his grip and eventually he’ll shuck your pants down and  give himself a pussyjob until he’s satisfied with the feeling of your gooey cunt on his cock. Mirio is an insatiable man. Pussyjobs lead to titjobs, forcing you to push together your chest to make a makeshift pussy for him to fuck his cock between.