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[writeriguess]

For a request could you do Hawks with a new young sidekick probably like 18 years old who people are being very inappropriate towards? Like they’re at a meet and greet panel and they’re asking her inappropriate questions that make her visibly uncomfortable? And he defends her and protects her from these creepy older men not in a romantic way but in like a protective older brother sort of way?

Wings of Protection

The panel room is buzzing with excitement, fans packed into rows of chairs that stretch far back into the convention hall. Flashing lights from phones and cameras are a constant, and the air hums with anticipation. You’re seated beside Hawks, your mentor—the Number Two Pro Hero himself—who leans back in his chair, looking as effortlessly cool as ever.

You, on the other hand, feel your heart racing. It’s your first big event as Hawks’ sidekick, and the pressure of representing him—and yourself—is nerve-wracking. The panel starts off easy enough, questions about your quirk and how you got into hero work. Hawks even jumps in with a few jokes to ease the tension, flashing you a grin that you gratefully return.

But as the questions keep coming, a darker edge starts creeping in.

A man from the middle row—greasy hair slicked back and a grin too wide—leans forward to speak into the mic. "So, sidekick, are you just there to be eye candy for Hawks or do you actually do any real hero work?"

You blink, caught off guard, but force a smile. "I help out where I can. I’m still learning."

"Is that all you’re learning?" he asks, leering. "Bet Hawks has been teaching you all kinds of things, huh?"

You freeze, eyes widening as a few snickers break out. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you feel Hawks tense beside you.

"Hey now," Hawks says, voice light but edged with warning. "She’s my sidekick, not my personal assistant. Let’s keep it professional, alright?"

The man raises his hands as if in surrender, but the smirk remains. Hawks brushes it off, but you see the way his wings twitch, feathers fluffing with irritation.

More questions follow, most harmless, but the crude ones start stacking up.

A man from the back pipes up. "What cup size are you, sweetheart? Got some fans curious!"

Laughter erupts, and your face flames. You barely hear Hawks’ scoff over the noise. The pro hero leans forward, a sharp grin pulling at his lips, though his eyes are cold.

"You looking for a lawsuit, pal?" Hawks drawls, but there’s a bite to his words. "Pretty sure that’s harassment."

The man mutters something under his breath, but the panel continues. More questions fly—mostly for Hawks—but another guy leans in with a grin. "Are you, uh, open to dating older men? Bet it gets lonely in the sidekick business."

"I—I’m not—" you stammer, hands curling into fists.

"Yeah, man, it gets real lonely," Hawks cuts in, lazy smirk on his lips. "But she’s busy saving lives, not your ego. Next question!"

A few of the fans laugh, but the guy looks miffed. You swallow hard, forcing a shaky smile. Hawks flashes you a reassuring wink, but the discomfort coils tighter in your gut.

The panel wears on, the air heavy with tension. One man in the front row leans closer, and you instinctively lean back.

"So, Hawks—" He doesn’t even look at you. "What’s it like working with a pretty little thing like her? Bet you have fun behind closed doors, huh?"

The tension snaps.

Hawks’ smile drops entirely. He leans forward, eyes glinting dangerously. The playful, charming hero is gone—what remains is the predator who took down countless villains with a flick of his feathers.

“You got a death wish?” Hawks asks, voice a low growl. The room falls silent, the tension crackling like lightning. "You come here to ask questions about heroes or to harass my sidekick?"

The man pales but tries to stammer out a reply. Hawks doesn’t let him.

"She’s here because she earned it, not because you get to drool over her. Show some respect, or I’ll escort you out myself."

Silence reigns. The man sinks into his seat, muttering apologies. Hawks sighs and leans back, crossing one ankle over his knee. “Next question—one that doesn’t make me wanna kick someone’s teeth in, if you don’t mind.”

The rest of the panel wraps up with far less enthusiasm from the crowd, and Hawks makes sure you both leave quickly once it’s over. His feathers fan protectively around you, and his expression is all sharp edges as he leads you into the hallway.

“You alright, kid?” he asks, scanning your face.

You nod quickly, but the tightness in your throat betrays you. Hawks frowns, wings flexing.

“Hey,” he says, gentler now. “They’re just a bunch of losers with nothing better to do. You’re here because you’re good. Don’t let ‘em get to you.”

You swallow hard and manage a weak smile. “Thanks, Hawks.”

He smirks, ruffling your hair. “Don’t mention it. Next time, I’ll just kick ‘em out sooner.”

Despite the lingering discomfort, you laugh. With Hawks beside you, the fear slowly fades away.

[writeriguess]

hey, i haven't really seen your account before now, but your one shot with katsuki and the diabetic reader came across my feed today and i needed to tell you how much i love and appreciate it. i was diagnosed with type 1 about a year ago and i have an omnipod myself. reading an x reader that was so applicable to my life made my heart soar. i'm not familiar with your blog so i'm not sure if you're diabetic yourself or if you were just spot on in your fic, but i want you to know how appreciated you are for writing about readers with chronic illnesses 💗 (maybe i'm being dramatic about this but it really meant a lot)

Hi there <3 Thank you so much for your message — it truly means the world to me. I’m so honored that the one shot resonated with you, especially in such a personal way. I’m not diabetic myself, but I put a lot of care into researching and writing it because I wanted it to feel authentic and validating, and hearing that it meant something to you honestly makes every second worth it. You are not being dramatic at all — your words absolutely made my day. Thank you again for taking the time to share this with me, and I’m sending you all the love and strength on your journey <3💪

[writeriguess]

I absolutely LOVE that you wrote one shot about diabetes 😍

That's the first time I saw someone do that and I love it. 💙

Thank you so much for your kind words! <3 It truly means a lot to hear that the story resonated with you. I'm always open to writing more diabetic!reader stories—so if you ever have any ideas, prompts, or moments you'd love to see brought to life, feel free to send them my way!

[writeriguess]

can i request a bakugou x reader. the reader is in a relationship with him for a few months now. they just never told anyone about it. their friends (bakusquad) are surprised when they suddenly cuddle up during movie night.

Close Quarters and Closer Hearts

The living room hums with the comforting buzz of conversation and the scent of freshly popped popcorn. The Bakusquad lounges around, the flickering glow of the TV casting soft shadows over everyone’s faces. Kaminari’s sprawled out on the floor, a bowl of popcorn perched dangerously on his chest. Mina has claimed the comfiest corner of the couch, curled up with a blanket, while Sero and Kirishima share the remaining cushions, elbows already digging into ribs over the best seat.

You’re hovering awkwardly near the doorway, trying to decide the best place to sit. When your eyes meet Bakugou’s, he arches a brow, lips twitching in a smirk. He’s settled himself at the end of the couch, legs spread in that relaxed but commanding posture. He jerks his chin, wordlessly beckoning you over.

“Oi, finally done loitering?” he grumbles when you hesitate. “Get over here.”

The others are too caught up in a debate about which horror movie to watch—Mina votes for something gory, Kaminari wants comedy—to notice as you cross the room. Your heart races as you sink down beside him. You keep a polite distance at first, until his arm slides around your shoulders, tugging you against his side.

Your pulse jumps, but Bakugou just scoffs. “What, you scared or something?”

You give him a playful glare, cheeks warming. “No, just didn’t know you were so clingy.”

“Shut up.” He squeezes your shoulder and mutters, “You’re the clingy one.”

The couch creaks as the others pile on. Kaminari flops down on the floor at your feet, groaning dramatically. “If I die of boredom, it’s Mina’s fault. Just saying.”

She sticks her tongue out. “You have the attention span of a goldfish.”

“I do not—oh hey, snacks!” He reaches for the popcorn but gets smacked away by Mina’s foot.

The banter continues, but you can’t focus. Bakugou’s arm is still draped casually over your shoulders, his thumb tracing light patterns. It’s subtle, but it feels incredibly intimate. You’re hyper-aware of every breath he takes, the warmth radiating from his body.

It’s not until the movie starts—a classic slasher—that Mina glances over, her eyes narrowing. “Wait a second.”

You freeze, but Bakugou only sighs, muttering, “Great.”

Mina’s eyes bounce from you to him and back again. “Are you two... cuddling?”

The room falls silent. Kaminari’s head whips around so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. Kirishima’s brows shoot up. Sero’s eyes widen.

“No way,” Kaminari blurts out, gaping. “You’re dating Bakugou?”

Your cheeks flame, but Bakugou just clicks his tongue. “No shit, dunce face.”

Kirishima’s mouth drops open before he grins wide. “Bro, when did this happen?”

“A few months ago,” you admit, fidgeting under the sudden scrutiny.

“A few months?” Mina yelps. “And you didn’t tell us?!”

“Would you have believed me?” you counter.

Kaminari snorts. “Uh, no. You’d have to show me proof—like, make out or something.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Keep talking, and you’ll eat a fist.”

“Jeez, okay, chill!” Kaminari laughs, unfazed. “Just saying, I would’ve bet money you’d stay single forever.”

Bakugou smirks. “Guess you’d be broke, idiot.”

Mina’s outrage shifts into a smirk of her own. “Okay, but like... how did this even start?”

“We just clicked,” you say.

Bakugou scoffs. “Took you forever to admit you liked me.”

“Oh, please,” you shoot back. “You were the one dragging me out on ‘not-dates’ every week.”

Kirishima laughs. “Man, you really have a type. Explosive and stubborn.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You done interrogating us?”

“Never,” Mina singsongs, but she relents. The conversation shifts back to the movie, but the teasing glances continue.

Eventually, Bakugou pulls you closer, his hand warm on your shoulder. “Ignore ‘em,” he mutters. “You’re mine, not theirs.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “Oh, possessive now?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, lips twitching. But he doesn’t pull away, and neither do you.

The movie plays on, forgotten as the Bakusquad starts bickering about plot holes. You’re nestled against Bakugou’s side, his thumb brushing lazy circles against your arm. And despite the teasing and gawking, you can’t help but feel incredibly lucky.

[writeriguess]

hii can i request a katsuki x reader fiction where the reader is realy shy when asking katsuki to do something new? for instance she asks him to give her a hickey and she gets all shy?

Marked by You

Your heart races as you stand in the doorway of your shared bedroom, clutching the hem of your oversized hoodie. Katsuki’s sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow. The soft glow of the lamp casts shadows across the sharp lines of his jaw and the subtle curve of his lips. He looks relaxed—well, as relaxed as your fiery boyfriend ever gets.

You swallow hard, a blush already dusting your cheeks. You’ve been building up the courage to ask this for days, but every time you open your mouth, the words dry up on your tongue. It’s silly, really. It shouldn’t be this embarrassing, but the thought of asking Katsuki for...that makes your stomach twist and your pulse quicken.

He glances up, crimson eyes locking onto yours. “Oi, you just gonna stand there all night, or are you gonna come cuddle me?”

You let out a nervous laugh, shuffling closer until you’re perched on the edge of the bed. Katsuki raises a brow, clearly noticing your fidgeting. He reaches out, rough fingers curling around your wrist to tug you closer. You stumble, and he smirks as you end up halfway sprawled across his chest.

“Seriously, what’s up with you?” He tilts his head, eyeing you suspiciously. “You’ve been weird all day.”

“I’m not weird,” you mumble, cheeks burning hotter. “I just...wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?” Katsuki’s grin widens, all sharp teeth and confidence. “Finally wanna tell me that dirty little fantasy you’ve been hiding?”

You squeak, shoving his shoulder as heat floods your face. “It’s not like that!”

“Yeah? Then what is it?” He props himself up on one elbow, gaze flicking over your expression. The teasing fades, and a glimmer of curiosity settles in. “Spit it out already.”

You chew your lip, eyes darting away. The words tumble out in a rushed whisper. “I...want you to give me a hickey.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Katsuki’s lips twitch. “You’re embarrassed about that?” He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your body. “Seriously?”

“I-It’s embarrassing!” you insist, burying your face in your hands. “And you’re laughing at me!”

“I’m not laughing.” The amusement in his voice says otherwise. He pries your hands away, forcing you to meet his gaze. There’s a smirk on his lips, but his eyes are warm. “Why’s that got you so worked up, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, squirming under his intense stare. “I just...thought it’d be nice.”

Katsuki hums, eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. “And? What else?”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

He tugs you closer until your face hovers inches from his. “Don’t gimme that crap. You want me to mark you up so people know you’re mine, yeah?” His voice is a low, possessive growl that sends a shiver down your spine. “Go on. Say it.”

Your throat feels tight, heart hammering against your ribs. But Katsuki’s gaze pins you in place, demanding honesty. You suck in a breath. “Yes,” you whisper. “I want people to know I’m yours.”

A wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, pulling you into a kiss. It’s fierce and demanding, his mouth hot and possessive against yours. You gasp as his tongue sweeps over yours, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy and breathless.

He pulls back, eyes dark and hooded. “Gonna regret askin’ for this, princess.”

Before you can respond, Katsuki shifts, guiding you to straddle his lap. His hands grip your hips, thumbs tracing gentle circles as he nips at your jawline. You shiver, tilting your head to give him better access. His mouth ghosts over the soft skin of your neck, teeth scraping teasingly before he pulls back just enough to smirk.

“Sure you’re ready?”

You nod, breathless. “Please.”

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate. His mouth latches onto your neck, lips sucking harshly. A sharp gasp escapes you as heat floods your body, thighs squeezing around his waist. The ache where his teeth press into your skin is sharp and delicious, and you can feel the blood rising beneath the surface. His hands grip your hips tighter, keeping you steady as he works, sucking and licking until you’re trembling against him.

“Shit,” he breathes against your neck, planting a soft kiss over the fresh mark. “You really liked that, huh?”

You bury your face in his shoulder, embarrassed but giddy. “M-Maybe.”

He huffs a laugh, hands sliding up your back. “Oh, you fuckin’ loved it.” He grips your chin, tilting your head so you’re forced to meet his gaze. The dark bruise on your neck is already forming, glaringly obvious against your skin. Katsuki’s eyes gleam with satisfaction.

“Look good like this,” he mutters. “All marked up and mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone makes your pulse flutter. “You really like it, huh?”

“Damn right.” He leans closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “And next time, you better ask for something dirtier.”

You gasp, swatting his chest as he laughs. “Katsuki!”

He smirks, pulling you in for another searing kiss. “Better get used to it, princess. You’re stuck with me.”

You can’t help but melt against him, smile widening. “Good. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Katsuki scoffs, but there’s a softness in his gaze as he brushes a thumb over the mark he left. “Damn right.”

[writeriguess]

hiii

may i request a katsuki x reader where the reader and katsuki are new to their relationship and make out for the first time?

Caught in the Heat of You

The air crackles with the tension of unspoken words, the weight of anticipation pressing on your chest. Katsuki stands close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, every inch of him taut and electric. His crimson eyes bore into yours, searching—daring you to look away. But you don’t. You won’t.

“You’re staring,” he mutters, the words rough but edged with something softer.

Your cheeks burn as you bite back a smile. “You’re one to talk.”

“Tch.” Katsuki scoffs, crossing his arms, but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips betrays him. “Not my fault you’ve got a face worth staring at.”

“Oh?” You tease, heart fluttering. “So you think I’m pretty?”

His eyes narrow, but a faint blush betrays his bravado. “Shut up. You already know I do.”

Warmth spreads through your chest. Despite the roughness in his tone, you can hear the sincerity underneath. You’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks—new, exciting, and a little terrifying. Katsuki Bakugo is an explosive force of nature, and being close to him feels like standing at the edge of a cliff: thrilling, dangerous, and breathtaking.

You take a breath, trying to gather your courage. “Katsuki…”

He raises a brow. “What?”

You chew your lip. “I want to kiss you.”

The room falls silent. Katsuki’s eyes widen a fraction before his expression hardens, but you’ve learned to read him by now. The rigid set of his jaw, the twitch in his fingers—he’s nervous.

“I-if you’re just gonna talk about it—”

“I’m not just talking.” Your voice shakes a little, but you push through. “Unless you don’t want to?”

His glare sharpens. “Did I say that?”

“No, but—”

He curses under his breath before stepping closer, crowding you against the wall. He smells like smoke and caramel, a familiar comfort that sets your pulse racing.

“Shut up already,” he mutters, and before you can react, his lips crash against yours.

The kiss is clumsy and rough—more teeth and stubbornness than grace. His lips are warm, insistent, and demanding. You gasp, and he takes advantage of it, pressing in deeper. One of his hands slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him, while the other tangles in your hair. He growls against your mouth when you kiss back just as fiercely.

You grab onto his shirt, tugging him closer. Katsuki grunts, and his grip tightens possessively. He tastes like mint and something fiery, a dizzying mix that leaves you breathless. When you finally pull back, panting, his eyes are hooded and intense, the pink flush across his cheeks proof that he’s just as affected.

“Damn,” you breathe, staring at him.

His smirk is sharp and self-satisfied, but there’s a softness in his gaze. “Hah. Didn’t know you could kiss like that.”

“Me?” You raise a brow. “You nearly knocked the wind out of me.”

Katsuki scoffs. “Suck it up. You can handle it.” He leans closer, lips brushing your ear. “Unless you can’t?”

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears. “Oh, I can handle it. Can you?”

The challenge is enough to spur him on. He kisses you again—harder this time, deeper, until your knees go weak and you cling to him for support. The world narrows to the warmth of his mouth, the steady strength of his arms, and the rasp of his breathing. His hand slides lower, tracing your waist before settling possessively on your hip.

A shiver runs down your spine. The kiss slows, turning languid and exploratory. He nips at your bottom lip, and you whimper softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth. Katsuki groans, and his grip tightens. When he pulls back, his lips are red and kiss-swollen.

“You make it real damn hard to hold back, you know that?” he mutters, glaring at you like it’s your fault he’s this flustered.

“Then don’t,” you whisper, breathless.

He groans, pinning you harder against the wall. “You’re a menace.”

You grin up at him, emboldened by the haze of desire in his eyes. “Takes one to know one.”

He huffs but can’t hide the twitch of his lips. “Keep talking, and I’ll shut you up again.”

“Promise?”

Katsuki curses and kisses you again, and this time, you know neither of you is backing down.

[writeriguess]

who would you say are your favourite characters to write? i have an idea for a request but like tbh i have noo clue who to req it for lol. take care of yourself! ♡

Thank you so much for asking, and for your sweet message—you're lovely! <3

Villain Dabi x reader, especially when it's Dabi x Katsuki's sister reader, is such a delight to write. I love the dynamic of Katsuki being all disapproving while Dabi's just so cocky about it—it's fun chaos in the best way. Honestly, anything for villain Dabi makes me happy to write!

That said, I really do enjoy writing for everyone. The only thing I’d gently ask is for Katsuki requests to chill just a little—right now they still make up like 70% of what I get. It eased up a bit after I mentioned it before, which I really appreciate, but I wouldn’t mind the pace slowing just a bit more so I can give love to some other characters too!

Thanks again and take care of yourself, too! <3

[writeriguess]

hey, I think I made a request or two a while back-anyways. Not the point.

Just wanted to say you're doing amazing-and if the burn out gets to you, don't be afraid to take a break-or write what you want to write. I feel bad cause I'm pretty sure my request was katsuki based, and I know you were saying you are getting burned out from him. Which is fair. Just wanted to let you know it's okay to feel that way and it's valid. You probably already know that though.

Anywho, hope you're good to yourself! *awkward head pat*

Hey, thank you so much for your kind words—they really mean a lot. Seriously. Just hearing that kind of understanding and support is incredibly grounding and reassuring. And please don’t worry for a second about your past requests—especially if they were Katsuki-based! You're absolutely not a burden, and your interest in a character or theme is always valid. I’d much rather you request what you love, and I’ll always do my best to meet you there in a way that feels good on both ends.

And hey, thank you for reminding me to be kind to myself. I’m working on that. *accepts awkward head pat with gratitude and maybe a little blush*

You're thoughtful, and that doesn't go unnoticed. I’ve got you. 💛

[writeriguess]

Hey !!

I was wondering if you could write a bakugo x reader fic. Where reader is a newly found diabetic and they sometimes forget to replace their omnipod (it’s an insulin pump just in case). And Katsuki notices they start slurring while watching a movie or just doing random things and he goes to check the app and see that their blood sugar is through the roof and they forgot to replace their pod. And he scolds reader while replacing it. (All fluff and things)

Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course. ❤️

Sweet Spot of Concern

“Oi, you good?” Katsuki’s voice is sharp, cutting through the low hum of the TV. You blink, head lolling slightly as you realize you’ve been staring blankly at the screen for who knows how long.

“M’fine,” you mumble, trying to push past the fog clouding your thoughts. The movie’s been on for over an hour, but you can’t recall much beyond the opening credits.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow. “You sure? You’re actin’ weird.”

You force a grin. “Just tired, I guess.”

He doesn’t buy it. He never does. His eyes flick down to your Omnipod, and your stomach twists. “When’s the last time you changed your pod?”

“Uh…” You drag the word out, scrambling to recall. It was...a few days ago? Maybe longer. You’ve been so busy—work, errands, trying to keep up with Katsuki’s whirlwind of a schedule. A creeping guilt curls in your chest.

Katsuki’s face hardens. He grabs his phone and pulls up the app synced to your Omnipod. You watch his expression shift from irritation to full-blown alarm.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps, glaring at the screen. “Your blood sugar’s through the roof!”

You wince. “It’s not that bad—”

“Not that bad? It says HIGH!” He leans forward, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. “How long have you been feelin’ like this?”

“I dunno…just tired.”

His jaw clenches. “Tired, my ass. You’re slurring your words.” Katsuki gets up, stalking over to the kitchen. He rummages through a drawer and pulls out your spare pod and supplies. “Get over here. Now.”

“Katsuki, I can—”

“Shut it,” he growls. “Sit down before you pass out.”

Your legs carry you over, weak and wobbly. Katsuki grabs your arm and guides you onto a stool, movements rough but careful. He works quickly, disinfecting the site and peeling off the old pod. The adhesive tugs uncomfortably, and you wince.

“Hold still,” he grunts, prepping the new pod. “You can’t be this careless.”

“I wasn’t trying to be,” you mutter.

“Doesn’t matter.” His eyes flick up to meet yours, crimson with a simmering frustration. “You could’ve gone into DKA if I wasn’t here. You know that?”

“I know,” you murmur, shame burning in your cheeks. “I just...forgot.”

“Forgot,” he echoes flatly, pressing the pod against your skin and activating it. The tiny click of the needle sounds, and he smooths it over. “You can’t afford to forget. This ain’t like skipping a damn meal.”

“I know,” you repeat, voice small.

He glares at you for a long moment, then sighs, the tension bleeding from his shoulders. “Look, I get it. It’s a pain in the ass, but you gotta stay on top of it.” He softens, a gruff sort of gentleness creeping in. “What if I wasn’t here, huh?”

You swallow hard. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he snaps, then sighs again. “Just...do better. I can’t be watchin’ you twenty-four-seven.”

You look up at him, eyes stinging. “I’ll try.”

“Good,” he grunts. He cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Can’t have you droppin’ dead on me, idiot.”

A weak smile tugs at your lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He smirks back, leaning down to press a rough kiss to your forehead. “Damn right.”

The concern in his eyes lingers, even as he pulls away. “You feelin’ okay now?”

“Yeah,” you nod, already feeling clearer. “Better, thanks.”

He grumbles, “Next time, just tell me if you’re off. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I will.”

“Good.” He grips your chin, holding your gaze. “Or I’ll kick your ass myself.”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound light and genuine. “Noted.”

“Damn right,” he mutters, smirking. “Now get back to the couch. I’m rewinding the damn movie.”

You settle in beside him, the weight of his arm draped around your shoulders, and let the warmth of his presence ease the guilt gnawing at you. You’ll do better—if only because Katsuki won’t let you forget.

[writeriguess]

Heya I'm the person who asked a while back if you wrote for Shino, just wanted to say I'm scratching my brain SO HARD for ideas to ask. I'm sorry you get so many of the same requests...I'm gonna come up with a Shino thing I swear

Hey, no worries at all! Honestly, I’ve been getting a ton of requests lately, so I’ve got plenty to keep me busy—and to be honest, I’ve been slacking a bit on keeping up with them anyway 😅 So take your time! I really appreciate that you’re even thinking of coming up with something. No pressure at all!

[writeriguess]

Hear me out reader x katsuki bakugo, she just told bakugo she was pregnant before the war started he was getting ready to tell aizawa and ask for help on what to do cause he wants be #1 and a good dad and partner. He ends up dying cause shigiaraki like we see and read, when she over hears a hero at UA talking to another hero about how dynamight is dead she breaks down crying goes to his room and hides in his bed soaking up his scent. She doesn’t hear about how edge shot saved his life, so when he gets back and is looking for his girl to show off to his parents introduce her and their unborn baby he gets worried when he can’t find her anywhere just to finally go in his room and find her (completely ok if you don’t wanna write this)

Back to You

The hum of distant conversations buzzes through UA’s hallways, muffled by the hum of powerful ventilation. A cool breeze drifts past, but you can’t feel it—numbness has rooted itself deep inside you, clutching your chest with a vice grip that won’t let go.

You barely notice the light chatter of two pro-heroes around the corner until a few words pierce through your haze.

“I heard Dynamight didn’t make it,” one says solemnly.

“Yeah,” the other agrees. “Damn shame. Kid was fierce, but no one stands a chance against Shigaraki alone.”

Your breath catches. The world narrows. Heartbeats thunder in your ears as reality crashes down. Katsuki...dead?

“No, no, no—” The words tumble from your lips, a broken chant as you stagger back. Your knees buckle, and you catch yourself on the wall, fingers trembling. The hallway tilts and spins. No, this can’t be happening. He was just here, rough and gruff, muttering about how he’d tell Aizawa soon and figure out a plan. “Damn shitty timing,” he’d grumbled, but his eyes had softened when he’d cupped your face, pressing his forehead to yours. “We’ll handle this together.”

The memory claws through your mind, ripping through your composure. You clutch your stomach, heart hammering so wildly it feels like it’ll burst. Your vision blurs as you stagger toward the dorms. It’s a miracle you even make it to his room.

You sink into his bed, pulling his blanket tight around you. It smells like caramel and smoke, warm and familiar—so distinctly him that it breaks you. The dam bursts, and your sobs tear from your throat, muffled by his pillow as you clutch it like a lifeline.

He’s gone. The father of your child, your Katsuki—gone.

Tears drench the pillowcase, but you can’t stop. You scream into the fabric until your voice gives out, hoarse and broken. The pain gnaws at you, clawing deeper until your whole body aches. The baby inside you shifts, a flutter of life beneath your hand, and a fresh wave of grief surges. Katsuki will never meet your child. He’ll never know you’re having a boy, never teach him to fight, never hold him with those scarred, calloused hands.

It feels like hours pass before you drift into a fitful, tear-soaked sleep.

The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps tread closer, slow and measured. You stir, the scent of burnt sugar hitting your nose, but you curl tighter under the blanket.

“Hey,” a rough, familiar voice rasps.

Your eyes snap open. You bolt upright, heart racing. Standing in the doorway, bruised, battered, and beautiful, is Katsuki Bakugo.

You choke. “K-Katsuki?”

He stares back, crimson eyes wide with something unreadable before he scoffs. “Shitty woman, hiding in my bed?”

You scramble off the mattress, hands trembling. “You’re dead. They said—you’re dead—”

He smirks, but the expression is brittle. “Takes more than that to kill me. Edge Shot sewed my damn heart back together. Hurt like hell.”

Your knees buckle, but he’s already lunging forward, catching you before you hit the floor. He hauls you up, arms wrapping around you as you clutch his shirt, nails digging in. You can’t stop shaking, tears streaming down your face.

“You’re alive,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“Told you I’m hard to kill,” he grunts, one hand cradling the back of your head.

“I thought—” Your voice falters. You cling to him, the panic still simmering beneath relief. “I thought I lost you.”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, expression fierce. “You’re not gettin’ rid of me that easy.”

You laugh, a wet, broken sound. Relief rushes over you, unsteady but comforting. “Katsuki, I—”

He narrows his eyes. “You tellin’ me you hid in here instead of finding me?”

“I didn’t know!” you exclaim. “I overheard two heroes saying you were dead. I-I thought—”

“Tch. Dumbasses,” he mutters before softening. “...Sorry.”

You clutch his shirt tighter. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

He smirks again, a touch of his usual arrogance. “Course not.” Then his gaze drops, crimson eyes flicking to your stomach. “You...okay?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe. “We’re fine.”

His eyes widen. “We?”

You nod, the words tumbling out. “It’s a boy. I was going to tell you today, but then—”

Katsuki blinks, processing, before his grin turns feral, pride blazing in his eyes. “A boy, huh?”

You nod, breath catching as he cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Hell yeah,” he growls. “Our kid’s gonna kick ass.”

The laugh that bursts from you is half-sob, half-relief. “He’ll be perfect.”

“Damn right he will,” Katsuki declares. He presses a firm, almost possessive kiss to your lips, fierce and desperate. You melt into him, clutching his shoulders as he deepens the kiss.

When he pulls back, a grin stretches across his face, ferocious and loving. “Now, we gotta tell Aizawa I’m takin’ paternity leave.”

You snort. “Pretty sure he’ll say no.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki smirks, eyes glimmering. “Then I’ll just make him.”

You laugh, the sound free and light. He kisses you again, holding you close. You bury your face in his shoulder, clutching the back of his shirt.

He’s here. You’re together.

And everything is going to be okay.

[writeriguess]

Hey hey! Do you have any requests in your queue for our favorite Mandalorian?

Hey hey! Sadly, no sightings of our favorite Mandalorian in the request queue lately — not even one after the one I received when I got back. I took a peek just now, and it turns out about 99% of the requests (both queued and unfilled) are for My Hero Academia, with a few sprinkled in from other anime. Right now, there's only one request that's not anime-related — and that's for Joel from The Last of Us.

[writeriguess]

Hi Neema! I love your stories, and you actually write for several of my fav characters, so yay 😊 I have a question though, how often do you add new fandoms/characters to your write list? I'm just curious because I've been on a 9-1-1 fix and was wondering if you watch it and/or would write for it in the future? No worries or no pressure if you don't, just wanted to know. 😇

I know you already write for a lot and I hope that you give yourself a break when you need it 💕

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words — it truly means a lot. 💕 As for your question: right now, I don’t have any plans to add new fandoms or characters to my writing list. I do try out new shows often, but it’s pretty rare that something grabs me enough that I feel inspired to write for it. I really only write for fandoms I genuinely love, not just ones I casually enjoy.

As for 9-1-1, it’s actually been sitting on my watchlist for years! I just haven't gotten around to it yet. I’ve also tried a few other highly recommended shows in a similar vein, but most didn’t hold my interest past the pilot — so I think it’s fair to say that type of show might not be the best fit for me. That said, I still plan to give 9-1-1 a try eventually! I just can’t promise I’ll connect with it enough to write for it.

Thank you again for understanding — and for the reminder to take breaks when I need them. 💖 It truly means more than you know!

[writeriguess]

Could you write Hitoshi shinsou or hanta sero (I’m ok with shinsou x reader x sero also) readers quirk is healing, she helps with the aftermath of the war, she’s dating them and they don’t know she’s using her quirk till she’s asked to help heal them and when it finally gets to be one of the boys turn they get use with her and start raising their voice with her because when she heals someone she gets their injury and pain but it doesn’t kill her no matter what injury she heals but it doesn’t hurt. She feels their pain plus 5 times as much. Class 1A finds out this when one of the boys refuse to be healed by you and tells aizawa the true nature of side effects and things that can go wrong with your quirk making him tell you that you were done healing? Lots of angst some fluff towards the end of reader and boy(s) making up and apologizing

The Price of Healing

The air smells of ash and iron. You’ve become far too accustomed to it, the stench of burning rubble and blood mixing into a scent that lingers in your clothes, your hair, your very bones. The war is over, but the cost is clear—torn buildings and broken bodies, heroes and civilians alike laid bare by violence.

But there’s still hope. That’s why you’re here.

Your quirk, Mend, allows you to heal any injury by taking it into yourself. It’s a trade, but one-sided—your body absorbs the wounds, magnifying the pain fivefold. Bruises bloom on your skin, gashes split open, and bones fracture, but it won’t kill you. Your quirk keeps you alive even as it mimics death’s touch.

Class 1-A is a mess, scattered across a temporary triage zone. Shinsou’s voice carries as he speaks with Midoriya and Kaminari, the three of them battered but breathing. You’ve been dating him for a few months now, something quiet and tender amidst the chaos of hero work, but you’ve never told him the truth about your quirk. He assumes you’re a healer, one of those rare blessed types who can erase wounds like an afterthought.

But there’s a reason you only use your quirk when you have to.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” Iida calls, voice urgent.

You jog over, sparing a quick glance at the others. Midoriya’s face is bruised, Shinsou’s uniform is torn and scorched, and Kaminari’s arm hangs at a strange angle. You nod to Iida before kneeling beside Todoroki, who is clutching his side, blood soaking his fingers.

“I can help,” you say softly. “But you’ll feel a sting.”

Todoroki nods, stoic despite the pain. You press your hands to his injury, focus flaring. Agony rips through you like a hot knife, pain blossoming fivefold. It’s blinding, suffocating, but you grit your teeth. The wound seals on Todoroki’s side, his breathing evening out. You force yourself to smile through the pain, even as blood trickles from your lips.

He stares, concerned. “(Y/N), are you—”

“Just tired,” you assure him, rising on shaking legs. The world tilts, but you steady yourself, ignoring Todoroki’s worried frown. “You’re good. I’ll get to the others.”

Your gaze lands on Shinsou, and your heart clenches. He looks exhausted, but his injuries are superficial—cuts, bruises, nothing dire. Midoriya and Kaminari are worse off.

You reach Midoriya first, placing your hands on his ribs. He flinches but nods, determined. Pain floods you again, so sharp you gasp, but you don’t stop. The bruising fades from his chest, and you stifle a whimper, pulling back.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Midoriya asks, wide-eyed.

“Y-Yeah.” You force a grin. “Next!”

Kaminari waves you off, pale. “You look worse than us, dude.”

“Just using my quirk too much.” You smile, weak but reassuring. “Let me help.”

Kaminari relents, and you grit your teeth as his fractured arm knits back together. The bone breaks in your own arm, pain like lightning shooting through you. You nearly crumple, vision swimming, but you hide the tremors.

Shinsou is watching, eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insist, swallowing nausea. “Just a few more.”

He’s unconvinced but stays silent as you move to help Kirishima, who grins despite a head wound. “Thanks, (Y/N)! You’re amazing!”

You manage a smile, even as the pounding ache of a concussion blooms behind your eyes. When you’re done, you sway, breaths shallow. Shinsou catches your arm.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he mutters. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” you say softly. “I can help.”

But when you reach out to him, he pulls away, eyes cold. “No.”

You blink. “Hitoshi—”

“No.” His tone sharpens, laced with anger. “You’re bleeding. Your arm’s broken. You’re healing people and taking on their injuries. That’s how your quirk works, doesn’t it?”

You wince, caught. “It doesn’t hurt. Not really.”

He scoffs. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I can handle it—”

“Stop,” he snaps, voice rising. “You’re killing yourself to help us. I don’t want you to touch me if it means you’re going to suffer for it.”

“It’s my choice!”

“And it’s stupid!” His eyes are blazing, hurt etched into his features. “You’ve been hiding this from me. From all of us. What happens when you can’t heal yourself anymore?”

“I don’t care!” you shout back, voice shaking. “If I can help, I’ll do it!”

Shinsou’s jaw clenches, fists trembling. “I can’t watch you hurt yourself for us.”

“Guys,” Midoriya interjects, but Shinsou glares him down.

“I’m telling Aizawa,” he declares, turning on his heel.

“No, please—” You reach for him, but pain flares in your broken arm. He storms away, and Midoriya touches your shoulder gently.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

Aizawa calls you into his office the next day, expression severe. “You’re done.”

Your heart drops. “But I—”

“I’ve spoken to Hitoshi. I know what your quirk does. I won’t let you destroy yourself for your classmates.”

“But I can help—”

“No,” he interrupts firmly. “You’re done.”

You tremble, eyes stinging. “I was trying to help.”

“And you did,” Aizawa says, surprisingly gentle. “But you’re not a martyr, (Y/N). You’re a student.”

The days blur after that. You’re kept from the injured, hands tied by Aizawa’s order. The others are grateful, but some are wary, eyes flickering to your bruises and bandages. The distance hurts worse than the injuries ever did.

Shinsou avoids you for days. You ache for him, but guilt claws at you. He was right—you should have told him.

Finally, he finds you alone, expression unreadable. “(Y/N).”

You look up, heart heavy. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re an idiot.”

You can’t help but laugh, wet and shaky. “Yeah.”

“I get why you did it,” he says, stepping closer. “But watching you hurt yourself...I couldn’t take it.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“You did,” he assures you, brushing your hair back. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

You exhale, shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry I hid it from you.”

He wraps his arms around you, a gentle squeeze. “Just...don’t scare me like that again, okay?”

You lean into him, eyes drifting shut. “Okay.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Relief washes over you, and you hold him tighter. The pain is still there, but so is he—steady, unyielding.

Maybe healing isn’t just about mending wounds. Maybe it’s about being whole, even when you’re broken.

[writeriguess]

I know you get a million requests and I'm positive that can be a lot for one person to go through.

But I want to let you know how much I appreciated that you were able to talk honestly in that response about being burnt out.

I have binged A LOT of your work and you're absolutely amazing at everything you write, and you putting out multiple works per day blows my mind.

I hope you're able to take time for yourself and know that those who truly care about you and your writing don't mind if you take a step back from certain characters if you feel the need to.

Again, you're amazing and I love your work!

Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful message — it truly means more than I can put into words. It's not always easy to be open about feeling burnt out, but hearing that honesty resonates with people like you makes it feel worth it.

I'm so grateful that you’ve taken the time to engage with my work and that it’s meant something to you. Knowing there’s understanding and support from readers like you makes it so much easier to breathe and take the steps I need to stay healthy and creative.

Thank you again for your patience, encouragement, and kindness. It really does make a difference. 💛

[writeriguess]

Yandere!Katsuki being utterly obsessed with Reader, so one day he just locks her in her room and has sex with her until she becomes delusional from all the stimulation and mumbles “I love you to him” and he promises never to let her go and to love her every day

Bound by Obsession

The click of the lock echoes in your ears, final and absolute. Your heart races, hammering against your ribs as you whirl around, eyes wide as you meet the crimson glare of Katsuki Bakugou. His lips curl into a smirk—feral, possessive, dripping with intent.

“Y-You can’t be serious,” you stammer, pressing yourself against the door as if you could somehow phase through it.

“Oh, I’m dead serious, princess,” he sneers, crossing his arms. The room feels suffocating, heavy with the scent of caramelized smoke and raw dominance. “Sick of watchin’ you walk away, actin’ like you can ignore me. Thought you’d figure it out by now—" He steps closer, eyes dragging over your trembling form. “You’re mine.”

Your breath catches as he traps you against the door, caging you in with both arms. The heat radiating from him prickles your skin. “Katsuki, you’re crazy—”

“You knew that already, didn’t ya?” His voice drops to a husky whisper, lips ghosting over your ear. “Knew it the moment I started following you around, scaring off those extras, and making sure you had no one else but me.”

You shudder, legs quaking as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. “You can’t do this—”

“I can do whatever I want.” He grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. The intensity in his eyes is scorching, a wildfire threatening to consume you. “And right now, I’m gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

His mouth crashes against yours—harsh, demanding, bruising. The kiss leaves you breathless, and before you can resist, he’s hoisted you up, pinning you to the door. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he grinds against you, the hardness straining through his pants sending sparks of arousal straight to your core.

“K-Katsuki—” you gasp, hands fisting his hair as he sucks a mark into your collarbone.

“Gonna make you scream my name until it’s the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours,” he growls, fingers curling under the hem of your shirt and yanking it over your head. The fabric flutters to the floor, leaving you bare from the waist up.

A shiver skates down your spine as he eyes your exposed skin, gaze darkening with lust. Rough, calloused hands cup your breasts, kneading and teasing until you’re arching into his touch. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, but he doesn’t miss it.

“C’mon, don’t hold back on me,” he taunts, pinching a nipple between his fingers. You cry out, face flushing as he smirks. “That’s more like it.”

Your pants are gone before you can protest, tossed aside carelessly. Katsuki presses you back against the door, dragging two fingers through your slick folds.

“Already drippin’, huh?” he teases, pushing a finger inside. You jolt, a broken moan slipping from your lips. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted this—wanted me. Always playin’ hard to get when I could see the way you looked at me.”

You want to argue, deny it, but the words die on your tongue as he works you open, curling his fingers and stroking the spot that has you seeing stars.

“K-Katsuki—”

“What, princess?” he purrs, adding a second finger and thrusting harder. “Feel good? Tell me who owns you.”

The question is possessive, demanding, but his fingers are relentless, and your body is betraying you. The heat coils in your belly, building until it bursts, a wave of pleasure that leaves you trembling and breathless.

“Say it,” he growls, fingers still working you through the high. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m—fuck, I’m yours,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders.

He groans, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean, eyes blazing. “Good girl.”

Before you can catch your breath, he’s carrying you to the bed, pinning you beneath him. The sound of a belt clinking has your heart hammering faster, anticipation curling low in your stomach.

He sheds his pants and boxers, cock hard and leaking as he lines himself up. His hand grips your thigh, forcing it higher around his waist.

“Not gonna stop until I break you,” he promises, sinking in inch by inch. The stretch is overwhelming, painful, and euphoric all at once. He fills you completely, and the burn fades to pleasure as he starts to move—slow at first, then faster, rougher.

The headboard slams against the wall, a rhythmic thud in time with his thrusts. You’re a mess beneath him, panting and moaning as he fucks you mercilessly.

“Such a pretty little slut,” he rasps, teeth grazing your jaw. “Look at you—drunk off my cock.”

You can’t even form words, babbling incoherently as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Say you love me,” he demands, hand curling around your throat—not tight, but enough to remind you who’s in control. “Say it.”

“I—love—you,” you gasp out, vision blurring. He slams into you harder, groaning as your walls flutter around him.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he growls, hips stuttering as he spills inside you. The warmth floods you, triggering your own release—violent and all-consuming.

He doesn’t pull out, even when the aftershocks fade. Instead, he starts moving again, cock hardening inside you. Your eyes widen, realizing he means it—he won’t stop. Not until you’re delirious, mind foggy from pleasure and filled with nothing but his name.

Hours pass, and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s fucked you into oblivion. You’re a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him, limbs boneless and mind shattered. But when he demands it again—“Say you love me”—the words spill from your lips without hesitation.

“I love you,” you whimper, tears pricking your eyes. “I love you, Katsuki—”

His smirk is sharp and triumphant as he presses a possessive kiss to your lips. “Damn right, you do. You’re mine forever, got it? Never lettin’ you go.”

You nod weakly, dazed and exhausted, but a sick, twisted part of you feels comforted—relieved, even. His grip tightens, and he buries his face in your neck.

“Gonna love you every day,” he murmurs, a promise and a threat wrapped in one. “Until you can’t live without me.”

And judging by the way your body aches for him, the way your heart flutters despite the fear, you know it’s already true.

[writeriguess]

Omggggg that Katsuki in a lake with you and professing his love at a campfire was sooooo cute!! Could you write a scenario for Kirishima?

Katsuki fic this comment mentions

Under the Moonlight

The crackling campfire casts flickering shadows across the trees as the Bakusquad laughs, passing around drinks and sharing exaggerated stories. You’re curled up on a log, the warmth of the fire kissing your skin while Kirishima sits across from you, his eyes constantly darting to you when he thinks no one’s looking. He’s been like this all trip—stealing glances, fidgeting, acting a little too eager to help whenever you need something.

You’re not oblivious. You’ve known him long enough to notice when something’s up. But tonight, you decide to push the limits a little.

Stretching your arms above your head, you announce, “I think I’m gonna go for a swim.”

Mina perks up immediately. “Ooooh, nighttime swim? Count me in!”

“Nah, it’s gonna be a solo swim,” you reply with a smirk, standing up and dusting off your shorts. “Just need to cool off.”

There’s a round of teasing comments, mostly from Kaminari and Sero, but you wave them off as you make your way down the dirt path leading to the lake. You hear someone shifting behind you, but when you glance over your shoulder, everyone seems to be in their usual spots—except for Kirishima, who suddenly won’t meet your eyes.

The lake is calm, reflecting the silver glow of the full moon. You tug off your clothes, letting the night air nip at your skin before stepping into the cool water. A shiver runs through you, but it’s refreshing, washing away the lingering heat from the fire. You wade deeper, the water rising past your waist, up to your shoulders, until you’re fully submerged, floating under the stars.

A soft rustle from the trees makes your ears perk.

You tilt your head, barely making out a figure crouching behind some bushes near the pier. The moonlight is just bright enough to catch a flash of red—Kirishima’s hair.

Your lips curve into a knowing smile.

“Kiri,” you call out, your voice cutting through the stillness of the night. “You planning on just watching, or are you gonna join me?”

A sharp intake of breath. Then, a loud thud.

“Shit!” Kirishima stumbles forward, crashing through the brush like a startled animal. He barely catches himself on the wooden railing of the pier, looking completely busted. His face is burning, even in the dim light.

“I—I wasn’t spying!” he blurts out, hands flailing in panic. “I just—uh—I was checking to see if you were okay! You know, since it’s dark and all, and—”

You laugh, the sound soft and teasing. “Kiri, relax. I don’t mind.”

He blinks, stunned. “You… don’t?”

“Nope.” You tilt your head toward the water. “Why don’t you come in?”

“I—uh—” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. He’s looking anywhere but directly at you, eyes darting from the lake to the pier, to the trees, back to the pier. You can practically see the war waging in his head.

“I mean, it’s only fair,” you continue, watching him squirm. “You already got an eyeful, right?”

His face somehow gets redder. “That’s not—! I wasn’t—!”

You laugh again, wading closer to the pier. “Come on, Kiri. Live a little.”

Something in your voice snaps whatever self-control he had left. With a deep breath, he tugs off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, then hesitates. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he mutters before unbuttoning his shorts and letting them drop.

You smirk as he steps onto the ladder leading down into the water, gripping the metal bars with a tense, white-knuckled grip. His movements are hesitant, but as soon as the water touches his skin, he exhales a shuddering breath.

“Damn, it’s cold,” he murmurs, wading toward you.

“You’ll get used to it,” you assure him.

The air between you is thick with something unspoken, something electric. The moon casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the nervous yet hungry look in his eyes as he stares at you. Your bodies are close—closer than they should be, considering you’re both completely bare beneath the water.

And then, he moves.

It’s subtle at first, just the brush of his fingers against your waist. But when you don’t pull away, he lets his hand settle, gripping you gently, testing the waters—literally and figuratively.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs, voice husky.

Instead of answering, you press against him, chest to chest, feeling the heat of his body despite the cool water surrounding you.

“Yeah,” you breathe, tilting your head up.

That’s all the invitation he needs.

His lips crash into yours, eager and desperate, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as the water ripples around you. His tongue sweeps against yours, and you moan softly, threading your fingers through his damp hair.

He presses you back against the pier’s ladder, the metal cold against your skin, but his body is warm—so warm. His hands roam, mapping every inch of you, and soon, all that exists is him. The water splashes softly as he lifts you, positioning you just right.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your throat. “You’re so perfect…”

You bite your lip, arching into him as he pushes inside, slow but deep. The sensation makes your breath hitch, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He groans, forehead pressing against yours as he starts moving, each thrust sending waves rippling across the lake.

It’s frantic and messy, all pent-up emotions and unspoken feelings spilling out between gasps and moans. He grips the ladder behind you for leverage, his other hand cupping the back of your neck as he kisses you like he never wants to stop.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses in a breathless whisper.

You whimper in response, rolling your hips against him. “Me too, Kiri…”

That seems to undo him completely.

His pace quickens, his breathing ragged as he chases his release, pulling you along with him. The pier creaks slightly with the movement, the night filled with nothing but the sound of water lapping against the wood and your shared moans.

And when you both finally unravel, tangled in each other, the world feels still—like it’s just the two of you, floating under the stars.

—

Later that night, back at the campfire, Kirishima is slumped against the log, cheeks flushed from alcohol and lingering post-bliss haze. You’re sitting beside him, barely able to keep a straight face as he suddenly claps a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he declares loudly, voice slurred but undeniably sincere.

The entire group goes dead silent.

Bakugo chokes on his drink.

Mina’s jaw drops.

Sero and Kaminari immediately start howling with laughter.

“You what?!” Mina shrieks.

Kirishima blinks slowly, as if just realizing what he said. Then, he groans, burying his face in his hands. “Shit.”

You laugh, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I love you too, dumbass.”

The group erupts into chaos, but all you can focus on is Kirishima’s dopey, lovestruck grin as he leans into you.

Maybe this camping trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.