When You Don’t Say “i Love You” Back To Bakugou.

Gift for a friend that made a awesome thread on Twitter ^^

https://x.com/kacchansun/status/1881425504064135589?t=nCBI188XmkX3m6YXUTXLFw&s=19

talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her

cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse

He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."

He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.

You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.

"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"

It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."

"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.

"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."

You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."

"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."

"You're the best."

A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-

A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.

"You're bruised too."

You start at that.

"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."

Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-

"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"

"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"

You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.

"I'm not hungry."

You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."

He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--

His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.

"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."

frothing at the mouth over sweet lover boy hawks who genuinely loves taking care of you

you’ve got a headache? this man is literally flying to the pharmacy to pick up medication and ginger ale and crackers and a weighted blanket that he makes sure to wrap you up in as soon as he gets home

you’re stressed about work? he’s talking you through every scenario and ranting about your boss (behind the scenes he’s checking through your company’s records and keeping tabs on your coworkers for blackmail to make sure everything’s above board, gotta make sure his baby’s not being exploited)

he’s a giver through and through, almost doesn’t know how to stop himself from going too hard, from falling too fast

so he channels all of that giving nature, that overwhelming almost animal instinct to take care of you, into his performance in bed

keigo is not satisfied unless he’s pulled at least three orgasms out of you—only then will he finally stuff your pulsing needy hole with his big cock

loves loves loves the little squeal you make when he finally bottoms out, drives him fucking crazy to hear you struggle to take him all the way

“that’s it, little bird, told ya we’d make it fit, huh?”

holds your hips and fucks into you mercilessly, “don’t you fucking run away from me, dovey, this pretty pussy’s been begging for my cum all day, hasn’t she?”

props you up on his thighs and spread yours legs apart so you can see his cock splitting you open, both of your juices smeared across your skin. makes you watch yourself cum in the mirror, whispering praise to you the entire time about how well you take him, how good you are, how fucking pretty you look like this—

has the aftercare of a fucking god—feeds you, bathes you, takes you back to bed and tucks you up against him until you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat

Cutie patootie

continuation of this post, requested by [⚡️] who wanted to see denki become even more of a yearn-y devoted mess in the form of a bf <3. divider by @strangergraphics cw. 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, fem!reader

touchstarved!denki who slowly chafes at the “friends with benefits” label and grows determined to prove he’s boyfriend material

touchstarved!denki who starts to insist on going out before you hook up, each date starting with a small trinket that reminded him of you, “couldn’t not get it for my girl” said with a big dopey smile

touchstarved!denki who’s actually so nervous under the teasing, care-free tone he’s sporting

touchstarved!denki who asks if you’ll be his girlfriend later that night , a blush creeping across his cheeks and tinging the tips of his ears

touchstarved!denki who shows you how happy he is to be officially yours by worshipping your body, hands trailing down your waist, your hips, your thighs, babbling out nonsense as you ride him, “my pretty girlfriend knows just how to take care of me, huh baby? god, you feel so good”

touchstarved!denki who wakes you up the next morning with his tongue between your legs, adorable smirk on his face, "good morning to my girl and my girl only," he laughs before licking your clit until you scream

Keigo lead singer, y/n new bassist 🥵 Touya on lead guitar and shigs on drums 🫡

Chaos ensues (it’s giving Smau)

okay so i slightly switched this around and did y/n lead vocalist, keigo lead guitar + vocals, touya lead bassist and shigs on drums (dream lineup <3) just imagine keigo and y/n doing this as cover

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ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 5

TW: so much angst it’ll prolly hurt

You found it impossible to catch your breath as the night dragged on Katsuki only lingered closer and closer. If you went to the bar, he did too. When Mina pulled you on to the dance floor, he stood at its edge talking to a pretty Blonde- his eyes still on you as her hand playfully nudged his shoulder. It was suffocating, but intoxicating all the same.

Knowing his eyes were set on you and not the drop dead gorgeous woman begging for his attention made you feel alive. It was weird to suddenly want him to see you in a crowd of strangers, but it was also fun for you to purposely slip through the crowd and watch him impatiently look for you. Every time he’d find you again, his jaw would tighten and your grin would grow wider. This was fun.

“Hey! We’re probably heading out!” Mina calls, leaning closer to your bouncing frame so you could hear her over the chaos. “You staying again or you good to drive yourself home!?”

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a while, I can drive!” You had driven separately and had planned to drive yourself home anyway. Plus with Katsukis burning gaze, you figured even if you planned to leave with Mina he’d find a way to stop you. “This was so fun! We should go out again soon!”

The two of you part ways after you’ve left the dance floor, her boyfriend offering you a wave as they head toward the exit. Seeing the way his eyes soften and his smile beams down at her makes you wither in jealously. You hadn’t exactly been trying to fall in love, but the idea of it was still nice and you wished you had found it.

The city was buzzing as you entered the sidewalk, laughing friends and honking cars filling your ears as you make the short walk to the parking lot where you’d parked. Luckily Kirishima knew someone who’d saved you close parking spots so you didn’t have to walk the usual blocks to leave, something your aching feet were thankful for. Wearing heels wasn’t ever a smart option, it was just always the cutest.

“You better slow down before you trip!” The sound of Katsukis mocking comes from behind you, causing you to turn your head just as you reached for your door handle. He looked irritated, annoyed and godly approaching you in short, determined strides. “You had your fun, now let’s talk.”

His body settles in front of you, between your car and his you hadn’t noticed had been right beside yours. He must’ve done it on purpose, he’d been persistently trying to talk to you even before he showed up. It was probably his plan to trap you like this, seeing as a cocky smirk now played at his lips.

“No thanks.” The confidence you’d felt teasing him earlier vanishes, his closeness alone causing turmoil in your chest. “Have a nice night.”

“Can’t leave without your keys.” He laughs, holding his hand up to dangle the keys you now knew he’d taken from your purse at some point to ensure his plan would go according. “No keys if you don’t tell me what this issue is.”

“There is no issue.” You lie, hugging yourself to attempt to shield the exposed skin from the biting night air. “I’m gonna freeze, can you not do this?”

“Take my jacket and answer me.” Of course he’d thought out a solution to the only logical escape you could think of. He’s removing and offering you his zip up before you can even protest. “This cat and mouse shit you’ve been playing at all night isn’t as fun for me as it was for you.”

“No clue what you mean.” You shrug into the jacket, immediately letting his familiar scent calm your anxious thoughts. “I was dancing with my friend, you were staring at me like a creep.”

“Like I couldn’t tell you were doing it on purpose, I’ve know you for years. I’ve learned your tendencies fairly well- you were doing it to fuck with me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you’d never admit he was right. It’s embarrassing how entertaining you found his constant watching and the growing irritation he didn’t even try to hide. Your dancing alone was enough to make any man stare, but the playful gleam in your eyes nearly brought Katsuki to his knees. Painfully.

“Whatever Kats, I need to get home.” More like wanted to desperately. His eyes stare into yours, his head tilting challengingly as you reach for your keys. His hand pulls back just as your fingertips brush the metal, earning a groan as you pull back. “Give me my damn keys!”

“Make me.”

It was a challenge, his eyes hardening as you reach again, stepping closer to try to get any sort of advantage. After a few missed swipes, your chests brush and he falters for a single second, his chest heaving as you finally snatch the keys. The moment the keys are in your hands, his hands find your back and pull you flush against him. Holding you in place to prevent you from running from the conversation like you had been all week.

“Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” The warmth from his palms has started an uprising in your stomach. Every butterfly known to man rejoicing eagerly. “The class? Those girls in your seat? Tell me, because I’m sick of the distant look in your eyes.”

“Kats-.” Your palms flatten against his chest for merely a second before the concrete below you rumbles softly. An earth quake? Shaking your head, you inhale deeply to finally come clean and hopefully settle the tension building between you. “When I stayed up that night I stayed at your place, I was planning on telling you I-.”

His grip tightens, your words cutting short as another soft ripple of vibration rattles below. Now!? Really!?

“Ignore it.” His brows were pulled together, his eyes locking with yours as your hand grips the fabric of his shirt to steady yourself from yet another rumble. “Continue, this conversation will be had before I handle what ever that is.”

“No, you should really go.” Especially considering the shaking ground below you was getting increasingly more unstable with every second that passed. “We can talk tomorrow, after you save the city.”

The echos of faint screams come from the distance, creating an eerie feeling that settles goosebumps across your skin. Still, his grip remained tight and his body made no effort to remove itself from yours. Could he really ignore whatever was happing simply because you’d wanted to speak to him days ago?

“You enjoyed it. Didn’t you? Getting all my attention and knowing your little game had been playing with my head.” One of his arm falls to place firmly against the hood of his car as you sway once again. The movement pulled you with it, your feet falling between his and giving him the perfect position to dip his head just enough to send shivers down your spine. “You loved being the center of my entire world in there. Knowing that I was ignoring that girl so I could keep my eyes on you and you alone. Please, tell me I’m wrong?”

“I-I don’t know, maybe.” You shove at his chest, hearing him vocalize exactly how you’d felt was embarrassing even though it had been obvious. With a foot of distance between you, you look in the direction the screams continue to flow from. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll have someone to keep you busy by tomorrow, will you not?”

He’d had an influx in dates recently, and now that you had come to terms with the way you felt it made you sick every time you thought about it. Not once but twice now had he not come home while you were at his place because of these random dates. You hated it, and with your spiteful accusation in the air you didn’t dare look in his direction.

“So, what? You expect me to stop seeing people because you’re finally available?” Now he was spitting spiteful words at you, returning the jealousy laced tone you’d just given him. “I’ve been waiting, you only seem to be single long enough for me to get my damn hopes up.”

What was he talking about? Had he felt like this longer than you had? You’d only just begun to realize your feelings, but his retort seemed to lift more ease off his shoulders like it’d been weighing him down far longer than you could’ve ever thought.

“Dynamite!” The unfamiliar voice calling his hero name seemed to snap him back to reality, his eyes widening as your body struggles to move away- give him space to deal with the man still calling for him from the other side of the parking lot. “Could use some extra hands!”

“I’ve got to go.” He clears his voice, refusing to look in your direction. “Get home safe, and forget what I said.”

“No, wait I-.” He ignores your pleasing, blasting off a few feet away and leaving your conversation half had. “Fuck.”

-

That night you sat in bed watching the news coverage of the fight he’d accidentally been called to. You could see he was moving slower, not able to put as much power into his blasts. You could decide if it was because he’d lent you his jacket, that you hugged tightly around yourself- or if he’d been so upset with your conversation he couldn’t concentrate.

Either way, you knew you were to blame and sent him a quick ‘I’m sorry’ that made your heart sink and tears fall. He’d blocked your number.

———

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!!

-Parchy 💖

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i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

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Getting slightly into the Christmas spirit now 🎄❤️