#mha drabble

[seumyo]

just thoughts of growing old with bakugou.

“Y’alright, old lady?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” You shot back with a huff, but the laughter in your voice softened it. “You’re not exactly a spring chicken yourself, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Hah? I could still beat your ass in a race.”

“You could barely bend down to get your keys this morning.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it. “Should’ve let you get them. You’re closer to the ground anyway.”

“Now you’re just asking for trouble.”

You two walked a few more steps before he noticed your breathing was just a little heavier. Your hand was tighter on his forearm. You hadn’t said anything, of course. He knew you never liked making a fuss. But Bakugou noticed. He always noticed.

Because if he didn’t notice, then he’d think he’s the shittiest husband on the planet.

Bakugou stopped.

You looked at him, confused. “Katsu?”

“Turn around.”

“What—”

“I’m givin’ you a piggyback ride.”

You blinked. “Katsuki, we’re in our sixties.”

“And? You think that stops me?” He crouched a little, wincing more dramatically than he meant to. Despite retaining lighter exercises to keep his body in tip-top shape, age still creeps in like a barnacle to his back. “C’mon, get up before I change my mind.”

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

“My back’s tougher than yours.”

“That’s not saying much anymore!”

“I’d rather break my back than see you waddle like a fuckin’ penguin with those stuffy shoes.”

“Our daughter gave me these shoes!”

“I know,” he replied. “Get on, woman.”

With a chuckle, you carefully climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck like they did all those years ago when you two were barely adults sneaking out for late-night walks. He held your legs securely under him, your weight familiar even after all this time. You rested your head against the back of his neck.

He lifts you like it’s nothing.

“Still got it,” he mutters, somewhat relieved.

Because Bakugou wants to give you a piggyback ride—or just carry you as many times as he possibly could.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah, well. You married me. So there’s nothin’ we could do about that now that we’re five decades in, huh?”

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, your voice muffled. “Best decision I ever made,” you hum. “Do you ever think about what we were like back then?”

“All the time,” he replies.

“Do you miss it?”

Bakugou exhaled. “Nah. I mean, it was good. Great, even. But this…” He shifts you a little higher on his back. “This is better.”

“You’re carrying your wrinkly wife down the street, and you think this is better?”

“Hell yeah,” he replies without hesitation. “You still make fun of me. Still make me laugh. Still kiss me like we’re teenagers. And even if you walk slower now, you still walk with me.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then, softly, “That’s so sappy. I hate you.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

You chuckled.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“I know,” Bakugou says, and then, a little quieter, “I love you too. Always have. Even when you fell asleep during Die Hard.”

“I knew it. You were paying attention.”

He laughs. Full, unguarded, and warm. His chest feels full, like it always does when you’re near. The kind of full that doesn’t need fixing. Doesn’t need anything more.

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“See?” Katsuki muttered breathlessly, settling you down onto a wooden bench that overlooked the town below. “Didn’t break my back.”

“Not yet. Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Tch. Still mouthy,” he said, but there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. He reached for your hand, calloused fingers lacing with yours. “Old or not, you’ll never stop talkin’, will you?”

“Not if I can help it,” you murmured. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

“You tickle my toes when I’m about to fall asleep, you psychopath.”

“As I said, keep you on your toes.”

You two sat there in silence, side by side, watching as the last of the day faded into hues of soft purple and gold. The town below lit up slowly—windows glowing, streetlights flickering on one by one. It was the same town where you built a life, where you came after retiring from the city, where you spent quiet afternoons and lazy mornings and stormy nights curled under blankets.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Remember that old apartment? The first one?”

“The one with the leaky pipes?”

“And the hole in the wall.”

Bakugou made a noise between a groan and a laugh.

“Don’t remind me. That place was hell.”

“But we were happy. And it was our first.”

He nodded. “It was.”

“You used to stay up late grading case files while I was asleep on the couch.”

“And you’d drool on every pillow,” he said, smirking.

“That’s love,” you quipped, “sharing spit on furniture.”

“Disgusting,” his eyes crinkled as he chuckled, quiet and deep, before falling into a softer stillness.

“Do you think we did okay?” you asked.

Bakugou turned to look at you. Your eyes were searching his face—not out of doubt, but for reassurance.

“We did more than okay,” he said. “We loved hard. Fought harder. Got old. Grew up.”

You smiled faintly. “We grew softer.”

He squeezed your hand. “You did. I stayed badass.”

You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah… you did.”

A breeze blew past, and you shivered slightly. Bakugou was already tugging his jacket off before you could protest. He knows you well enough that it comes second to breathing. Something that he could never forget because he needs to remember it to survive.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up. You’re cold.”

You let him drape it over you, fingers brushing his wrist as he tucked it close. It was nice. This was nice.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you said after a while. “You were yelling at someone, I think.”

“That sounds right.”

“I thought, ‘What an ass.’”

“And yet, you married me.”

“Because you were very persuasive,” you told him.

He snorted. “Uh huh.”

Time passed like that—peaceful and unhurried—until the sun was a mere sliver on the edge of the world. Fireflies blinked into view. The quiet of the hilltop wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I’m tired,” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes for a moment against his shoulder.

“Want me to carry you home?”

“No, just…” You paused, then exhaled. “Let’s just stay here a bit.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yeah. We can stay.”

“You’ve always been stubborn.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“But also the kindest man I’ve ever known.”

He didn’t reply right away. He just looked at you—really looked at you. Your hair had silvered, your cheeks had thinned, but your eyes held the same sparkle that made him fall in love with you years ago. You were still [Name]. Undeniably his.

And he was still Bakugou. Your.

“Even if I get reincarnated,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now, “even if I forget everything—I hope I find you again.”

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “You will.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll find you too,” he said. “You’re too damn loud to miss.”

You smiled. Your hand, much more wrinkly now, more fragile than it used to be, reached up to his cheek. Your thumb traced the scar that time left near his jaw.

“I love you,” you said.

He leaned in, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too. Always.”

And in the stillness, with the cool air surrounding you and the stars beginning to blink into view above, you leaned into each other—together in warmth, in memory, in everything you two ever were.

Your hands stayed intertwined, steady.

And when the wind finally hushed, you drifted off into the quietest, most peaceful sleep.

Together, one last time.

Forever.

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[peachesvault]

Workplace Harrasment

Annoying Katsuki on the clock 👅 Yapper x listener duo my beloved

A/n: very quickly thrown together Bcs I need dopamine notifs to get thru tmrw pls

Guess he does have purple underwear huh?

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[cxvii666]

“my girl”

hanta sero x reader

“i guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way?”

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it starts small.

“my girl likes this song,” hanta says casually, halfway through rolling a blunt, the group piled onto the back porch at denki’s place. it’s a chill night — someone brought drinks, someone brought snacks, someone brought the speaker. easy vibes. until hanta opens his mouth again.

“i think she played it in the car the other day. she’s got a playlist for, like, rainy thursdays when she’s mad at the sun or something.”

“okay,” mina blinks. “and?”

he shrugs. “just saying. she’s got range.”

the first time does the whole “my girl” thing, it’s cute.

the third time, bakugou threatens violence.

“if my girl was here,” hanta says fifteen minutes later, watching kirishima try to jury-rig a busted lighter with duct tape and optimism, “she could fix that in like five seconds.”

“we get it,” bakugou snaps. “you’ve got a fuckin’ girlfriend.”

“a cool one,” hanta sighs dreamily.

“a real fixer-upper,” denki teases. “so handy. so mysterious. does she even exist or did you ai generate her with midoriya’s laptop?”

“nah,” hanta grins. “she’s real. and hot. and smart. and she makes this soup—bro, this soup, i’m telling you—”

“oh my god,” mina groans. “we know.”

but they don’t, not really.

they don’t know how you leave little voice notes in the middle of the night when he’s not answering fast enough, all sleepy and slurred and half giggles. they don’t know that you hum to yourself in the shower or that you steal his hoodies and always leave one sock behind when you crash at his place.

they don’t know that he keeps the blurry photo of you asleep on his chest set as his lockscreen.

they don’t know that when you laugh too hard, you lean forward like your whole body’s in on the joke.

they don’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

so yeah.

he talks about you.

a lot.

because he’s still kinda in shock that he gets to.

“my girl would love this spot,” he says when the group checks out a new cafe downtown. “she’s got this thing for ugly little chairs. like the weirder the vibe, the better.”

“if my girl was here,” he says, half-asleep in the back of the car on the way home, “she’d tell you you’re all being dramatic and then say something actually helpful.”

“my girl’s the reason i passed that last quiz,” he adds later. “she’s like. smart-smart. you know?”

sometimes you hear it secondhand.

“sero literally would not shut up about you,” mina texts one night, attached to a video of him saying, “you don’t get it, bro. she’s like. if soup was a person. but sexy.”

you ask him about it the next day, casually. “so.... i’m soup?”

and he just lights up.

“yeah,” he grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “like, comforting and warm and a little spicy and you always make me feel better.”

you snort, but your face burns anyway. “you’re such a loser.”

“obviously,” he says, and then: “but like. only for you.”

and then he makes a heart with his hands. and kisses your nose. and starts telling you about the weird cat that lives outside his building and how he named it after you.

and you let him ramble, because you love him too.

and he loves you out loud.

loud enough for everyone to hear.

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[vividly-vermillion]

Hawks was trying his best not to fall in love because everyone loves Hawks but would they love Keigo? Flawed, tired, boring?

Meanwhile you ignore that he's the hero. He greets you with Keigo on your first date. You never call him Hawks. You don't even get your phone out once - Not to text, not to take pictures of / with him.

You made sure the date is somewhere far away from people so he wouldn't get recognized... He almost thought you were embarrassed of him with the way you tried to make sure that no one notices him. Of course you know who he is, but you don't reduce him to just that.

You fell in love with Keigo over the late night talks, the thoughtful little gifts and his quiet kindness - The kind that doesn't ask to be seen. You fell in love with the way he listens more than he speaks when it's just the two of you and how he remembers the tiniest details. He brings them up weeks later as if they mattered, because to him they do.

However, he always waits for the other shoe to drop. For you to slip up and call him Hawks, to pull your phone out and start questioning him about what it's like to fly, to fight alongside Endeavor or what it was like amongst the League of Villains. But it never comes. Instead you ask him what books he reads, what dreams he gave up, which meals remind him of home...

And little by little, Keigo starts to believe that maybe he can be loved. Not because he is Pro Hero Hawks but because he is Keigo, and that is more than enough for you.

[bunnyyyuu]

he never expected to enjoy giving so much. but, god, your cunt on his face and his tongue devouring you will never fail to make him cum hands-free.

the sounds you make, your hands in his soft hair, legs wrapped so tight around his skull he can barely breathe, achy, leaking cock in his sweats. he lets you hump his face and shout his name like a deranged animal, and he has never been happier.

he'll make you cum over and over and over again. with his tongue on your sensitive ball of nerves, or deep in your pulsating hole, or pumping his fingers in and out your cunt while he sucks on your clit and keeping eye contact. he literally loves getting his lips and nose and chin all sticky with your grool and cum.

when you've come so many times your vision is blurry, kicking his back and tugging his locks, he'll pull away with a pout. "'s too much," you whine.

"jus' one more? please? i'm close," he begs, hot breath fanning over your lips.

how can you say no to that?

| katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, satoru gojo, choso kamo, & ur favs

[sugarlywhispers]

viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

[rae-writes]

part-time

N.M || 0.8k || some romcom for a man I don't even have any solid thoughts/feelings on but the inspo slapped me in the face. violently.

You would think that after attending Yuuei for three years now and being classmates for said three years with dumbasses like Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijiro, and Izuku Midoriya (yes, class 3-A’s golden boy. You just have to catch his dumbassery at the perfect time) that you would learn to…not engage in their ideas that lack common sense. 

But either you haven’t learned or you just don’t have any self preservation, because that’s exactly how you got here:

Pulling open the door to the infirmary, mumbling curses under your breath (still grinning, might you add— it had been funny as shit, even if you got a sprained arm for the trouble). Though, as you looked around, Recovery Girl didn’t seem to be around. 

But Neito Monoma was. 

“Oh, fuck no.” 

Listen, you honestly didn’t have a real problem with Monoma. He was just…

A prick. All because your class starts with an ‘A’ and had its fair share of spotlight encounters (mainly with villains— all of which were highly unwanted, thank you very much). 

“It’s so good to see you, too, Y/n.” Monoma’s annoyingly condescending voice managed to come out sickly sweet, immediately making you turn around and start to go right back out the door. 

But unfortunately, he’d caught sight of your swelled arm- which had started to bruise pretty badly- and stopped you from relieving yourself of his presence. 

“Now, now. I am here assisting our lovely Recovery Girl and I can’t just have you leaving while still injured, that would make me look like I’m not doing my job.” 

You deadpanned, reluctantly sitting on the edge of one of the beds. “No offense, and by that I mean full offense, but I’d rather just walk it off than let your lips come anywhere near me.” 

His copy quirk is what allowed him to help out as a healer in the first place— and Recovery Girl’s quirk healed by kisses. You’d be damned if you were letting him have the privilege of kissing even a sliver of your skin. 

“Oh my, so rude. You’re breaking my heart.” His grin was a little too smug, but Monoma couldn’t help it. He’s had a stupid crush on you since year one: this opportunity was just too perfect. 

Not that he would ever admit it. Especially the part where his heart was fucking racing faster than Iida could run right now. 

“Good. Perish.” you groaned, looking away with an apprehensive frown. Your arm was starting to hurt as the adrenaline slowly wore off and…you did come all the way to the infirmary to get healed…

Was it weird that your heart was thudding in your chest? You barely even knew Monoma, for fucks sake, he was just…an academic rival at best. 

‘And pretty.’ Your brain supplied. To which you promptly told it to shut up…which it didn’t, because Monoma’s pretty face was currently all up in your business. 

“That arm of yours looks painful. Are you really too prideful to be healed by me? That’s not a good heroic quality, you know.” 

He sincerely hoped you would cave before he just started begging— and the embarrassing part is, Monoma wouldn’t have to even think twice about it. That’s how..tightly you have him wrapped around your finger. 

“Shut up. You’re one to talk about pride, smug bastard.” Your words didn’t really have the bite that you intended- and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn- so with another colorful curse, you relented. 

“Fine.” 

Except no kiss came after your agreement. You’d even tensed up your arm in preparation for his touch but there was nothing. That was funny— he was so smug just a second ago and now he’s all quiet. 

“Monoma, are you gonna heal me or not-“ 

As soon as your head turned towards him, his lips pressed against yours. It was as shocking as seeing Bakugo Katsuki be nice, which was pretty damn high up on the ‘what the fuck is happening’ list. 

But it felt…good. 

Monoma himself was surprised, not at his actions, but at your own: the reciprocation of his kiss (when he was so sure you’d pull away and knock his block off), the way your hands- both of them now that your arm was healing- had cupped his jaw, pulling him closer. 

It was like the room was spinning, but..softly. With warmth being woven in, making you feel fuzzy starting from the tips of your toes and moving all the way to your fingertips. 

When the kiss finally broke, it was quiet, only unsure breaths filling the air. Oddly enough, he felt nervous and had to fight the urge to apologize. 

“Well? How was that for healing?” Is what came out of his mouth instead. 

And you didn’t even have a witty response to give back, too dazed and flustered to even care at that second. 

“Do it again…still hurts.” 

‘Academic rivals’ be damned.

inspo credits:

(I found the text post on Pinterest so I just screenshotted it because who knows how old it may be oasjihrugoajfk but their user is still the same: @energon-with-a-curly-straw)

[shouyuus]

host!bakugou who leans into the "bad boy" act for the host club but is actually kinda confused as to why so many girls like him, bc he's always been told that the way he speaks is kind of brash and lowkey offensive but he tries not to think about it too hard bc... well if it makes them happy, then it can't be that bad right?

host!deku who so badly wants to be a bit more badass but all his regulars tell him that they love his sweet personality and wide-eyed innocence, likes the way he blushes when they compliment his clothes or tell him he's cute; secretly, he wants ppl to see him as a bit more grown up, a bit more mature, so he constantly bugs bakugou for advice, only for bakugou to tell him that he actually thinks girls should be treated the way deku treats them -- sweetly, and with respect

host!shouto who is the classic "cool, aloof" type that all the girls go gaga for, and he's constantly in the top 5 (if not top 3) ranked hosts of the club on any given night, doesn't quite get it when everyone squeals when he rolls up his shirt sleeves to refill their drinks but doesn't mind it too much; he never forgets a birthday or a detail that his guests tell him, and makes a note to always send texts to his top regulars, wishing them good morning and goodnight

host!keigo who's the oldest and most experienced host, still in super high demand but happy to let the youngsters take the lead whenever they want to, but is still frequently requested by his most loyal clients; is a smooth talker and quick joker, so slick with his compliments that he's got the club record for most "swoon-worthy" moments, voted by the clients, of course; he's always down to share tips and knowledge with the younger hosts, happy to help out when he can, bc as seriously as he takes this job, he also knows that it's easy to let it go to your head, let it take over your life, so he tries to remind everyone to take it easy and just enjoy the process --

i mean, they're living the dream aren't they? making money while making people happy!

[fandomlit]

catch (bakugou katsuki x reader)

summary (requested by anon) a game of “catch bakugou’s crush” has the boy himself a little ruffled.

warning swearing (ofc)

a/n i lost the rq by anon somehow </3 but i hope this is something like what you were looking for dear!!

gif cred belongs to @d4ttyam

“no no no no-!”

bakugou was surprised to enter the classroom to hear your squealing as kirishima tossed you from his arms to kaminari’s. 

“you really are light!” kaminari exclaimed. “if i can hold you, anyone can!” you hit his chest weakly through your giggles, your face flushed.

“put me down!” you squealed playfully. kaminari turned to bakugou.

“bakugou! wanna play catch?” he tossed you up in his arms and you let out another yelp before bursting into giggles again. despite how adorable you looked in this moment, having fun with classmates in the most pure way possible, he had a reputation.

“no.” he turned to head to his desk.

“too bad!” kaminari tossed you anyway, and you gasped and braced yourself to hit the floor. but to your surprise, you were caught by strong arms. bakugou had dropped his bag to catch you.

you placed a careful hand on his built chest, looking up at him in surprise. but he didn’t look at you. he glared at kaminari.

“fuckin’ idiot, what if i didn’t catch 'em?”

kaminari smirked knowingly. “you wouldn’t dare drop them.” bakugou’s grip loosened for a moment, and you thought he was going to make his point then and there. but instead, he finally looked down at you. you were minutely aware that his elevated heartbeat was just under your fingertips.

“how the fuck did you idiots even get to this?”

you frowned dramatically. “kirishima said i have no muscle.”

“I was right!”

“just because not everyone is six feet tall doesn’t mean i don’t have muscle!” you exclaimed, and he watched as you fingers lightly gripped at his shirt. “you’re lucky bakugou is holding me back!”

a small blush rose to his cheeks, but before anyone could say anything else, a voice exclaimed, “ah, are we throwing around l/n again?” they all watched as midoriya placed down his bag, his friends grinning at the scene. “toss them here, kacchan!”

bakugou pressed you closer to his chest, his anger only being subdued by the feeling of your hand pressed against his shirt. “no fucking way. you’d drop them.”

midoriya frowned. “i never have before!”

bakugou clicked his tongue, “tch. you’re too fucking clumsy for that to be true.”

“alright, put l/n down,” aizawa droned when he entered the classroom. bakugou set you down surprisingly carefully as your classmates scurried to their seats. you gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading to yours. his friends burst into teases as his straight face burst into flames.

[bloomness]

Oh hi bloom! What a suprise event that I did not know was happening 😱 you are so creative! (I’m still sad u scrapped track 19 💔) but ANYWAYS I want a sero fic for track 12 yeahhh and I guesss you can add Mina and jirou since you already did 😞 joking I love them they’re so hot… ALSO HAPPY FIVE MILLION AGAIN!! Give me half your trillion dollar earnings pls and ty

lovers rock by tv girl ft. sero hanta event m.list

જ⁀➴ sunset car ride with hanta

contains: f!reader implied, fluff word count: 1.5k

“come on!” hanta laughed as he tugged on your arm. 

“no! i don’t want to die today, han! pllleaseee, spare me!” you shout back as you squirm around in your boyfriend's grasp—half joking, half not.

“you’re not gonna die!” he counters. hanta shakes his head at your thrashing and lets go of your wrist to pull his wallet out from his back pocket. “this,” he says as he flips his wallet open. “is proof you’re in safe hands.”

inside, you can see his new driver's license tucked into the photo id window of his wallet. his toothy grin is on display, wide and shining bright. his eyes are scrunched up above them, joy extremely prominent. the bottom of the id reads:

sex: m

hgt: 5’-11”

eyes: brn

iss: 05/30/2025

may thirtieth. just five days ago, hanta had taken his on-the-road driver's test (after two failed attempts, which he made you promise to never bring up again, ever) and thankfully, this time he passed. 

you thought you had a while, at least a month, before he’d offer to drive you around. 

you were extremely wrong. 

the text that followed “i passed!” was “wanna go for a ride? i can pick you up right now!” and it sent an alarmingly cold shiver down your spine. 

you love your boyfriend, very dearly. he’s good at many things; making the perfect popcorn that wasn’t too sweet and wasn’t salty. finding your lost jewelry in the mess that you call a room. building intercately complicated legos just to tear them apart and do it again. 

you could acknowledge hanta’s many talents. 

but along the same line, your boyfriend isn’t perfect; he’s not the best at math, but you don’t hold that against him. he struggles to distinguish the difference between the words effect and affect. he eats way too much junk food to be considered healthy. and most importantly, he’s not a good driver. 

and although he looks stupidly happy in his professional photo with his signature dorky grin, you can’t help but wonder who it was that thought it was a good idea to authorize your boyfriend to continue to haunt the roads with his uncoordinated presence. 

“and this.” he dangled his keys up in front of you. “is gonna be one hot car ride.” he leaned in to kiss you, making you remember another flaw about your very human boyfriend; his awfully timed kisses. 

you, as politely as you could, ignored the kiss and snatched the key from his hands. “fine. but no messing around.” you demanded as you walked past him and toward the car. 

hanta was right on your heel, “you got it babe!”

he ran ahead of you just in time to open the passenger door, “go ahead milady.” he announced with a dramatic bow. 

you stepped in, muttering a quiet, playfully, “dork” as he closed the door for you. all smiles despite your insult. 

hanta quickly traveled past the setting sun outside to the driver's side of the car. you watched as he sat down and closed the car door. you watched as he then as he buckled his seatbelt and then adjusted his mirror.

hanta looked over to your surveillancing eyes, “what?” he flashed you a toothy grin, one that mirrored his license photo almost exactly. 

“just making sure you’re doing everything right…” you responded cautiously.

“oh come on,” hanta’s hand found yours and brought it up clse to him. he held your hand with such reverence, as if i was a sacred treasure that he was glad he had the honor to be in the same vehicle with. “you think i’d drive unsafe with you in the car?” hanta titled his head toward you, “i wouldn’t dream of it.” he kissed the flat of your hand, then your knuckles, then peered up at you through his lashes. “you trust me?”

your face flushed at his words that felt way more intimate than they probably should’ve. “just drive..” you murmured as you attempted to hide your flusteredness by glancing away—though you know that hanta knows you and your emotions better than anyone, especially when you get razzled up like this.

thankfully, hanta chose not to tease you now. he chuckled, “you’re cute.” hanta let go of your hand and pressed the ignition button near the steering wheel. the car started with a jump and a low growl, and hanta shifted the car's gear into drive. “alright, let’s get this baby on the road.”

though the season had yet to officially start, the symptoms of summer solstice were apparent and already affecting the city of tokyo. 

the clock just below the car’s dashboard read 7:03, yet it seemed like the sun had just begun to make this trip down to the western part of the world. the sun had a tangerine hue to it today, one that shone bright through the mountainous horizon—clouds huddled near, not over cluttering but complementing the star.

the road you two were driving down looked long, like you could catch up to the sun if you drove fast enough. trees surrounded the path and lingered over the poles and skylines, making everything seem more surreal than it already was. there were no other cars in sight which left just you, hanta, and the wind whistling in your ears. 

sunlight filtered through the car's windshield and littered its inside contents, the dashboard that hanta had already begun to decorate with little trinkets and gimmicks, the black leather seats that soaked up all the sun's heat underneath you, but most noticeably, hanta’s face. 

the window on his side was slightly open, which caused the top of his shaggy mullet to dance along with the wind, frizzy and free. his eyes were focused, glowing, and free. 

he looks so kissable.

you stared at him shamelessly now. 

hanta glanced over at you, soft smile on his lips. his eyes made their way back to the road before you could make a quick, witted comment about his distracted driving. “hey, do me a favor?”

“hmm?”

“open the glove compartment.”

your eyes narrowed in suspicion. but you obeyed, leaning forward and flicking the compartment open.

inside was a neatly placed dvd case labeled, ‘for our first ride’ with a smiley face and heart doodle next to it. 

you took the dvd into your hands and flipped it around. there was a long track of songs written on it, a couple of songs you recognized from your shared playlist with hanta that you two had compiled months ago. at the bottom in bold was written ‘and to many more, love hanta.’

you turn to him to find his eyes already on you. you smile, “you couldn’t make a spotify playlist?” you tease as you tilt the dvd up towards your head.

“come on babe, you know i like it old school. Plus, it’s more romantic this way.” his lips curled up into a stupid, large grin before his eyes softened, “you like it..?”

you shook your head, “of course i like it dummy.” you nudged his arm and his eyes lit up again as he silently nodded to himself. 

you opened the dvd case and slipped it into the dvd player of the car. there was a small scratching sound before—

“are you sick of me?”

“would you like to be?”

you looked to hanta as the familiar melody played through the car's speakers, “lovers rock?”

“perfect for us—for now, right?”

“god, you’re—“ you had been smiling for so long now that your cheeks were starting to feel numb. “unbelievable.” you looked at your boyfriend, showered in the sun's blessing, carefree expression on his face—completely content just being here with you. “yeah,” you nodded your head as you hand reached over the console to intertwine with his. “it’s perfect.”

“you like a pretty boy.”

“with a pretty voice.”

hanta squeezed your hand in his and kept it close to his cheek, leaning against it and kissing your knuckles occasionally. 

he kept stealing glances at you, short ones that didn’t leave you concerned about the safety of the ride but still left a ghostly feeling of love in your heart. 

“and if she grabs for your hand and drags you along.”

“what?” you finally spoke after what had to be the dozenth peep from the love-drunken boy. 

“you might wanna kiss before the end of the song”

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured into your hand. “can i kiss you?” he already began to place feather-soft kisses on your hand as he looked up at you with the most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen. and you’d be an absolute idiot to say no. 

“you—“ you started, but couldn’t quite find the words to reject your patiently pleading boyfriend. you sighed, “pay attention to the road, han.”

hanta’s eyes flattered, just barely, before they fluttered back to the road. his hand reminded firm in yours. 

he held on tight, like if he let go, you’d fly up into the sky and land among all the stars where you belonged. 

you looked at your dramatically sad boyfriend and rolled your eyes before leaning over and kissing his cheek. hanta’s posture immediately straightened when your soft lips met his cheek, dimple already forming a dent in his cheek that you knew wouldn’t go away for at least a couple of minutes.  

you pulled away and—of course—hanta was glowing now. “we can kiss properly at the next red light, kay?”

he nodded and squeezed your hand again. he didn’t say anything smart, feeling completely content—knowing things couldn’t get much better than this.  

note: peach!!! thank u for the request i literally love u sm for picking this for hanta i loved writing it. we’re gonna ignore the overall message of the song and focus on the cute parts! anyways, i hope you like this and you will be getting proper compensation (my love and care) mwah have a good day.

taglist: @stargirlygirl

[seumyo]

rainy mornings with husband!bakugou

Bakugou didn’t like the rain. That was a fact.

But the thing about rain is that it’s inevitable, something that only nature has control over (and additionally the particular people who have rain-based Quirks).

The rain was steady, soft against the windows like a lullaby. It wasn’t a storm, he notes, just a lazy morning drizzle that blurred the glass and painted the world in cool grays and muted greens.

He stood at the stove, barefoot, wearing loose black sweats and one of your hoodies—oversized on you but fitting snug on him (he remembered the sheer happiness you had when he told you your parcel finally arrived). The sleeves were a little too short, exposing his forearms as he stirred a pan of scrambled eggs with slow, unhurried movements.

He wasn’t in a rush, and for once, there wasn’t any tension in his shoulders. Thank god his schedule was getting lighter these days, especially as Japan is now entering a much colder rainy season this year.

Behind him, you were curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, a throw blanket tossed lazily over your lap. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajama shirt yet—one of his old Dynamight shirts (which he was sure was sold at a golden price nowadays since it was one of the first ones released), faded from too many washes. You had your tablet propped on your knee, aimlessly scrolling through something, one hand cradling a mug of still-steaming tea.

He glanced over his shoulder, watching your thumb flick across the screen, your brows furrowed just the tiniest bit in that way that always made him want to kiss it away.

Damn marriage making him soft.

Having him thinking of kissing your worries away and whatnot.

“You ready to eat?” His voice was low, rough with sleep still lingering around the edges, though he’d been up for a bit now. It was the kind of morning that made him feel stress-free again—quiet, warm, you.

You didn’t even look up. “Mm… not yet. Gimme ten more minutes.”

Bakugou snorted, scooping the eggs onto a plate with a quiet clink of the spatula. “You said that ten minutes ago.”

“I did not,” you murmured, still distracted. “I said that fifteen minutes ago.”

“You callin’ me a liar?”

“...Nossir.” No, Sir.

“Uh huh.”

He turned off the burner and walked over to you, crossing the room with his usual quiet authority. You didn’t flinch when he sat down next to you and didn’t look up as he leaned in to press his lips to your temple. You just shifted slightly, making room for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world—which, honestly, it was.

Because if you hadn’t seen all of him by now—

Ahem, then casual intimacy would be a bit awkward when you’re 4 years into your marriage.

“You’re not even really lookin’ at anything,” he muttered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m looking at furniture,” you replied, lifting the tablet slightly for him to see. “For the entryway. I found this bench with drawers under it. It’s soo cute.”

He peered at it, expression blank. “It’s a bench.”

You gave a dramatic sigh. Here we go.

“It’s a functional bench. With storage. It’s called multi-purpose, Katsuki.”

“Yeah? Looks like a trip hazard to me,” he said, lips twitching at the corners.

You gave him a lazy elbow in the side, just enough pressure to make him grunt but not enough to move him. “You’d survive.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I busted my ass ‘cause of somethin’ you brought into the house,” he said, smirking now, eyes flicking down to the tiny mountain of throw pillows on the floor that had been there since you reorganized the couch again last week. “You and your ‘aesthetic.’”

You finally looked away from your screen, giving him an unimpressed look. That expression—one he knew all too well—is so fucking cute it makes his chest hurt.

“You like the aesthetic when it’s candles and not vanilla-scented ones and have things that are either black or white instead of having color. What’re we trying to have here? A monochrome house?”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it,” he said, and kissed your cheek again, slower this time. “Just sayin’… you got a way of makin’ this place feel lived in. That’s all.”

That made you pause. You turned your head just slightly, enough to meet his eyes, your features softened, and your smile became a little cheeky. “That’s sweet of you. I knew I had that effect on you.”

He shrugged, embarrassed now, and tried to cover it up by reaching for your tea. “This still warm?”

“Get your own,” you said without bite, holding it out of reach.

He let out a soft huff and leaned into your space more, nose brushing against your jaw. Because if anything, the husband version of Bakugou Katsuki—your husband Bakugou Katsuki—doesn’t have a concept of personal space during mornings.

“You really gonna deny your husband a sip? Really? When I prepared this for you?”

“You’re gonna drink half of it.”

“I will if you keep holdin’ it hostage,” he threatened, and you laughed—an actual, sleepy laugh—and finally let him take the mug. He took a sip, then handed it back with a little grunt of satisfaction. “Uh huh. Made it right today.”

“I make it better.”

“You put too much honey in it sometimes.”

“I like it sweet.”

“I like you sweet,” he said under his breath, then added, “Not your damn tea. That’s a health hazard at some point, dummy.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned over and bumped your forehead against his. He stayed there for a beat, closing his eyes as he let the closeness sink in. Outside, the rain kept falling, and the whole apartment smelled like eggs, toast, and the faint vanilla candle you lit sometime before he got out of bed.

“You gonna eat with me or what?” he murmured against your skin.

“In a bit,” you said again. “You’re warm. And it’s raining. I don’t wanna move yet.”

He made a low sound in his throat, something between a hum and a sigh, and settled in beside you, one arm looping behind your shoulders, the other resting on the blanket over your legs.

“This your excuse to make me feed you like last time?”

You smiled, sleep still tugging at the corners of your lips. “Maybe. That’s what husbands are for, right? Serving their spouses?”

“You’re a pain.”

“And you love me—unless you don’t. Then I’ll have you know I will be taking the washing machine with me; that one’s the most expensive piece of furniture we have.”

Bakugou snorted. “Really?” he says. “But fuckin’ right I do,” he added, voice low and reverent now. “I love you ‘til the sun fucking explodes, and even after.”

...

“That was poetic, hun. You should’ve written that for our vows.”

“... I’m regrettin’ that I forgot.”

You sat in silence for a while; the only sounds were the rain, the occasional tap of your fingernail on the screen, and the soft buzz of the world going on without them. Bakugou didn’t mind the quiet—not with you, at least.

You made it feel full instead of awkward.

Safe.

Eventually, you sighed and leaned into his side, closing the tablet and letting it slip onto the couch cushion beside you. “Okay,” you murmured. “Maybe I’m ready now. Because I don’t like cold eggs.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Yeah?”

You nodded, eyes half-closed. “But only if you bring it over here. Then we could continue watching that romance drama we forgot to finish because you went to Spain.”

Bakugou huffed, standing up with a stretch. “You’re spoiled.”

“You spoil me.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder as he walked back to the kitchen. “And don’t you forget it.”

He brought over the plates a minute later—eggs, toast, and a little variety of fruits because you liked it when he tried to be ‘balanced.’ He handed you the fork and watched as you thanked him and lazily started to eat, your movements slow, like your brain still hadn’t fully woken up.

He sat back down beside you, one knee brushing against yours under the blanket, and started eating his food, satisfied by the small sounds you made with each bite. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t flashy. But it was theirs—yours.

A rainy morning, warm food, the person he loved within arm’s reach—Bakugou couldn’t have asked for anything better.

So yeah, Bakugou might not like the rain, but he likes spending it with you.

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[peachesvault]

Birthday dumps

BestFriend!K. Bakugou

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝 When you’re at that point of your birthday everything seems to be against you, your best friend isn’t

A/n: Started making this during MY birthday dumps lol (Photos may look funky bcs I'm doing this on my Ipad!) || Masterlist

You never meant to be such a Debby downer, especially on your own birthday. But sometimes it couldn't be helped. It felt like a lot of pressure, and maybe a time to grieve the age you left, to grieve what could have been, rather than to celebrate what was to come. You know that its backwards thinking, but it was rooted into you.

It was wrong to lash out on him. You knew that. But to be fair, it was humiliating that everyone seemed to have forgotten it was your birthday. And even worse when they saw your stories but didn't even reply to it or like it wishing you a happy birthday. It hurt.

You couldn't help but scream internally at the pet name as you chucked your phone away from you. You were running purely on fumes and adrenaline... but maybe, just maybe, this birthday wouldn't be like the rest.

[rissouu]

I lovvved the she's busy smau prank!! Can you do random Dabi texts and maybe Hawks?? They can be anything :))

Thanks if you do! ^^

random texts with dabi!

warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual content, mentions of smoking, and etc!

author’s note: hi bby, im glad you enjoyed it! sorry it took so dang long, but here’s your request love :) i really need to stop with these text au’s but im already in too deep.. 💔 im obsessed

©rissouu 2024 (don’t steal my shit, if it’s inspo make sure you give credit!)

masterlist

[miyamor]

❝ KISS ME HARD AND SOFT; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. sero, s. todoroki, i. midoriya, d. kaminari, k. bakugou, e. kirishima navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ headcanons of doing the hungry kiss trend (I don't wanna be me) with the mha boys. with links on how I think they'll act in the video<3

HANTA SERO⨾ a video of the trend came up on his fyp a few days ago, but he didn't watch it long enough to get to the main point of the video. it was 6pm on a friday night and hanta was adjusting the strings on his guitar when you showed him the tiktok on your phone and ask him to do the trend with you. him being the boyfriend that agrees to do anything as long as it's with you, he immediately agrees.

the both of you step out of the dorm building and find a street light pole to lean your phone against. you set the timer and put distance between you and hanta. right before the timer ends, you see hanta wink at you with the smirk he always has on his lips.

you push him first but he was quick to return the favor. he whispers a quick "sorry" before turning you around and dipping you down. hanta made sure to keep a hand on the back of your knee to make sure you wouldn't fall down. it's the least he could do after pushing you, after all.

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SHOTO TODOROKI⨾ he rarely opens social media so the poor boy was unaware of what you were about to get him into. when you showed him the video, he understood the couples' want to kiss, but he couldn't wrap his head around why they find the need to be violent with one another. but he still agreed to do the trend with you when you asked him to. though he assured you that he won't be harming you in any way.

the phone started recording and after shoving shoto, he didn't know how to react. he wasn't expecting you to be so aggressive with it. though he couldn't stop the growing smile on his face when he realized you must've thought you could actually push him. nevertheless, shoto wanted that kiss. he wasted no time leaning down and meeting your lips with his.

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IZUKU MIDORIYA⨾ izuku first saw the trend when he was peaking over kaminari's phone while they were sitting together in the common room. minutes had passed before kaminari noticed your boyfriend had gone quiet and was red in the face.

and so of course it came as a surprise to him when you asked him to do the trend with you. but since it was for you, he still agreed to do it despite thinking he wouldn't even last the whole fifteen seconds.

as you were setting u the phone to record, izuku got his act together and focused on the task at hand. follow through with how the trend is supposed to be done, and kiss you like how he always does. though it didn't really play out like it did in his head.

he kept overthinking how to push you and right before the kiss, he froze to check if the camera was still recording before finally pulling you closer. after the video, he kept apologizing about how awkward he was and that he was more than willing to redo it if needed.

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DENKI KAMINARI⨾ a video of the trend passed by your fyp just a few hours ago when denki came barging into your dorm going on and on about why you should do the trend with him as the video played over and over again on his phone while he talked. denki assumed he would have to finish his speech before you agreed but three minutes into his rant, you interrupted him with a simple "sure".

he honestly didn't care for the first half of the video, because his only goal was to steal a kiss from you. when you started recording, denki made sure you were able to atleast shove him before pulling you in for the deepest kiss he had to offer. he was able to lift you up in the process too. denki made sure to show that kissing you was the only goal he had in mind when he kept kissing you even after the phone stopped recording.

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU⨾ katsuki's first response when you showed him the video is "that's stupid". you were insistent on getting him to do the trend with you despite his glares and unfazed scowl. though at the end of the day, all it took for him to finally agree to do the trend with you are a few feather light kisses on the neck.

as you made your way outside the dorms, katsuki made sure to express his distaste for the situation. from your dorm room up until you're outside the dorm building, he's been non-stop grumbling and glaring at you. as if he doesn't like doing tiktok trends with you.

while recording, he made sure to be the one to bump you on the shoulder before you attempted to push him. he thought it was cute how you actually thought you could make him budge with such a small push. he chuckled at your actions before grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

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EIJIRO KIRISHIMA⨾ eijiro's first thought when you asked him to do the trend with you was how he could say yes to you without having to push or shove you while recording the tiktok. he didn't want to say no because he loved making tiktoks with you, but he didn't want to have to shove you like how the videos showed either.

so while you were setting up your phone to record the two of you, he kept thinking of ways to distract you from noticing he wasn't actually gonna do the trend how it's supposed to be done.

when the phone started recording, eijiro made sure you were able to bump into his shoulder and atleast try to shove him. before he reached a hand out to grab yours and pull you into him for the kiss. and eijiro supported your back with his left hand as if his life depended on it.

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[sunarinscat]

Nsfw below the cut!!

Thinking about Kaminari who is so, so good for you.

When you come home frustrated from work or school, and you don't even have to say anything, you simply exchange a look. He knows.

You drop your bag to the floor and saunter across the room, taking a seat on the couch. You cross your legs and sink into the cushions. The exhaustion of the day pulls you deeper into the couch as you mull over the shitty people you've had to put up with. As you huff and sigh Kaminari slinks over, sugary sweet. You think you could get drunk off of the way he looks at you when you're like this. When he knows what's coming.

"How was your day baby?" He murmurs as he drops to all fours.

He all but crawls over to you, sliding his nimble fingers between your legs and prying your thighs apart. Your fingers find their way to his hair as you mumble something unintelligible in response. He looks up at you from between your legs, batting his long lashes, begging for something unspoken.

"That bad? Need me to make it all better?"

You nod. You can feel his little breaths on your thigh. It sends a delicious tingle up your spine. You can see how worked up he's getting, the way his pants have become tight, and his cheeks flushed.

"Tell me mama. Tell me I can make you feel better. Jus' wanna make you feel better. Please."

You'd trained him never to act without permission and you almost wanted to deny him right then and there. To force him to sit there and watch while you helped yourself feel better, with his hands behind his back. Unable to do anything but writhe while his cock strained against his pants, twisting with desire to touch you. But really, how could you say no to those puppy eyes? He was excellent at begging.

"M'kay. Make me feel better baby."

He's all over you in an instant. His hands pulling down your tights and lips pressing little kisses against the plush flesh of your tummy and thighs. He nips at your inner thigh, and you gasp, shooting him a look. He grins sheepishly and kisses over the spot. His fingers move to rub gentle, painfully slow circles against your clit through your panties and you whine. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time as he continues with the torturously slow pace, and you hold his gaze.

"Need to taste you.."

You nod and open your legs a little further.

"Go right ahead sweetheart."

He takes this as an invite to replace his fingers with his mouth. Your panties are already soaked, and he languidly sucks on the fabric. Your hands pull at his hair as your head falls back against the couch cushions. The feeling of his hot mouth and the texture of the fabric against your pussy has you reeling. The sensation building in your tummy and the way that he looks up at you from his place between your things has you losing your shit. Your hands tug at his hair, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes dewy. He moans into your pussy, and you cry out.

"Fuck Kami' so good for me. Such a good fucking boy. Oh, my goddd."

You don't even have the time of day to be embarrassed about the sounds coming out of your mouth. Kaminari knows exactly what the fuck he's doing, and he's doing it well. His tongue swirls against your clit, drawing figure eights into your folds. He sucks, hard and everything spins. he releases your clit with a wet pop, and you whine at the loss of contact. He shoots you a small smile.

"Don't worry. Gon' make you feel even better. I got you."

He pulls your panties off of your legs, relishing how fucking wet they are before he's back at your cunt. Lapping at you like a dog. He brings his fingers to your entrance and circles it a few times before sticking two in. His fingers are so deliciously long. Maybe it's something to do with his gaming addiction but he knows how to curve them just right.

"Taste so good mama.. Fuck. Can't get enough of you."

His voice vibrates through your cunt. His mouth is on your clit and he's fucking you on his fingers so good you think you might cry. It's too much, you can feel it coming, that pressure rising in your tummy. You rip him away from your cunt.

"C'mere baby. Up on the couch. Need you to fill me up. You can do that for me right baby?"

You all but drag him onto the couch and straddle him. Your wet pussy rubs against the fabric of his jeans and you moan. You grind yourself against him a few times, pushing his shoulders into the cushions as you kiss him roughly. His hand travel under your shirt as he kisses you right back, hips lifting to meet yours. You break the kiss and hurriedly unbutton his pants and rip off his boxers. You salivate at the sight of his dick, flushed and leaking with precum. You wipe the leaking tip with your thumb and bring it to your mouth. Kaminari lets out a groan as your tongue swirls around you finger. You smirk and resume kissing him as one hand goes to line his dick up with your entrance.

Slamming down on him, you cry out in satisfaction. This is exactly what you needed after today. Kaminari fiddles with your shirt and you brush the hair out of his face as you help him get your top off. You unclip your bra as you roll your hips against his. You allow him to suck harsh kisses into your neck and across your chest as you pound your hips down again and again. His mouth, his skin, his warmth feels ethereal. You grasp one of his hands in your own as you continue to work yourself on his dick.

"Love you so much baby. Such a good boy fer' me."

You're drunk off the way he feels. The way he acts. So pliant for you, so obedient, so good. Making you feel so good. The way he sits there and takes it as you spend yourself on him. He shifts to get better access to your neck and angles his hips, hitting a spot inside you that has you seeing stars for the nth time. You begin to shake and grip at his shoulders as you struggle to keep the pace. "Kami you feel so good ohmygod fuck. Please, please, please." You whine.

But the fatigue of the day is catching up to you. You hadn't realized just how exhausted you were. You groan in frustration, arms shaking as you try to reach your high. Kaminari is panting as your hips stutter. He reaches and arm behind your head and brings your forehead to his.

"Let me help you. Jus' wanna make you cum. Promise I'll be so good. Let me do it I got *haah* I got you."

Through tears of frustration you nod, leaning into his touch.

"Make me cum baby."

With that he flips you onto your back, caging you in his arms and fucking into you so hard your seeing start with every thrust. One hand reaches down to rub circles into your clit as he kisses your tears away.

"Cum for me mama I got you. I'm right here. Your good boy. Jus' wan you to feel better. Cream on my cock." He moans.

His fingers on your clit and his dick hitting that spot repeatedly send you over the edge and you pull him close as your body spasms and twitches. The cord snaps and you let something nasty come out your mouth as your toes curl. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and covering your tummy in cum.

You close your eyes and rest for a minute, breathing hard.

"See, don't you feel better?"

You laugh hoarsely.

"Much. Always know how to make me feel better Kami."

You place a peck on his lips as he gathers you up in his arms and hauls you over to the bathroom to draw a warm bath.

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b.katsuki + makes his gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a/n; sooooo, yep. i've been thinking about this the whole weekend 🙈stahp,ik i had better things to do but nothing's better than mha smut do we agree? which means i'll post another two drabbles with this theme with izuku and kirishima 😈 enjoy!

“Have you – fuck,” Katsuki moaned low in his throat, thrusting his hips against you, his cock finally deep inside. “Have you ever squirted before?” He finally asked, his lips against yours. His forearms were each next to your head, his hands tangled in your hair. 

You panted a “no”, your nails digging in the skin of his big, muscled back when the delicious stretch that only his cock could produce invaded your body. 

He smiled devilishly and cocky at you. “Should we try it, baby?” You smiled biting your lower lip and nodding. Fuck, you loved this man.

He nipped your chin playfully before backing away on his knees in between your legs, his dick still inside of you. His big hands caressed your legs, from your knees, descending slowly through your thighs until he made it to your hips. His touch felt so soft and caring, producing goosebumps on its way over your skin.

And suddenly, the caress on your hips turned to a firm grip as he pulled you strongly against his, feeling his cock again roughly and deeply inside. 

A loud moan left your mouth, your back arching. “That's it, baby. Scream for me.” 

You didn't comprehend what was happening, his thrusts fiercely making you see stars in your vision thanks to the new pleasure you were feeling. He alternated strong deep thrusts to some more slow and sensual. You dared to, for a second, look at his face. His eyes held only one intention: devour you. You didn't dare to look back at him again, it was too much, too perfect. When after a couple more of those deep thrusts, it hit you fiercely, like his thrusts. Your squirt wetted his chest and he smiled proudly of himself; and for you, he felt a savage desire that was making him crazy.

“Fuck, baby. You're so fucking gorgeous…” He growled, getting his lips closer to yours and kissing you, feeling your walls still gripping him strong. He smirked against your mouth still feeling your body spam, thighs slightly trembling on each side of his hips from underneath him. “Should we try it again?”

He. Fucking. Smirked.

You didn't know if smile encouragingly at him or cry helplessly.