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I need more of Johnny Cade being possesive and jealous over his girl. Maybe one were reader purposely trys to make him jealous because she finds it attractive
“i like JEALOUSY on you.”
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johnny cade, who seems to be a really shy boyfriend, gets absolutely enraged if a guy looks at you
johnny isnt aware of how jealous he really is, until, you start making him jealous on purpose
something about the way he wraps his arm around your waist
or even just the way you know hes going to kiss you super passionate infront of them
makes ur heart pitter patter ! so what harm goes into making him jealous on purpose ?
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you were playing pool at Buck’s and Johnny was sitting at a booth somewhere.
didn’t really matter to you because you knew he was always watching you, being protective, making sure his girl was okay.
as you were waiting for your turn, a guy walks up next to you. his posture slouched and a lazy grin creeped on his fave.
“hey pretty lady… you come here often.? i don’t think i’ve seen you before..”
his hand rested on the table, the other swirling his cue stick.
you stook in your position, not backing down from this disgusting guy. you locked eyes behind him with johnny, his gaze sharply meeting yours.
you blinked away and batted your eyelashes, a flashy smile “infact i do, maybe you just haven’t been lucky enough.” before he could reply, it was your turn.
you tossed your hair and turned away from him, body lowering to the table and hands pressing up against your stick.
you concentrated, eyes locked on the perfect angle to land your next ball into a hole, right when you were about to draw your arm back to release, an arm jerked you away.
“its time to go,” a hushed whisper to your ear told you everything you needed to know.
“sorry everyone, somebody else take my turns, i’m feeling quite tired all of a sudden-“ johnny dragged you away quicker then you could say goodbye.
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you lost track of where johnny took you, only aware that it you both were now behind a building.
it was almost completely dark, a faint lampost in the distance being the only other source of light other than the moon.
johnny had you pressed up against a brick wall, hands wrapped around your back as he hungrily made out with you.
your hair was a tangled mess, legs aching from standing up for too long, arms wrapped around his neck.
“you gonna keep flirting with guys baby?” he whispered against your pleading tongue.
you shook your head. he pushed you against the wall further.
“no, i won’t…” you both knew you were lying. but you were never serious about it.
johnny knew how much you loved seeing him get jealous over you. it drove him crazy to see the lengths you take just to see that certain side of him.
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johnny didnt realize how much of an appeal it had on you at first, he actually felt kindve insecure the first time you did it slightly on purpose subconsciously
you of course reassured him, but embarrassingly had to admit that you found it attractive
you both were super embarrassed, which led to a passionate cuddle session with lots of reassurances and funny jokes (from him)
while sometimes it ends with a steamy little romance, sometimes he purposefully waits until the next day because he knows how bad you want it
loves making out with you right after it happens
he tried to make you jealous once, it backfired greatly and did not have the same effect.
if you ever twirl your hair while talking to someone, johnny makes sure he ‘retrieves’ you quicker
summary: a team of pro heros makes a plan to come save you ! why does this seem so easy ?
a/n: sorry this took so long! ive been pretty busy recently 😓😓
“we’ve got a lead on where y/n should be. the last time she texted bakugou, we were able to track the last sent location from its gps. shes in a nearby town in an abandoned house” aizawa was making markings on a whiteboard, he was in charge of leading the group of heros that are going to save you.
bakugou sat quietly in his seat. most of class 1-A weren’t involved in this mission. the only people allowed to come along were midoryia and todoroki.
“bakugou have you gotten any more texts? or were the ones from a few nights ago still the most recent.”
“still the mos’ recent.”
bakugou fiddled with the hen of his costume sleeve. the metal squares barely creasing with his pulling at the fabric.
hurry the fuck up so we can go save her already.
you and bakugou were never officially a thing. him asking you to prom never confirmed anything between you too. even when you guys got there, you disappeared before the food was even served.
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it was nightfall by the time everyone arrived at the street the house was located on.
“kacchan are you sure you’re up to this? we know you and y/n we-“
“shut the hell up deku. its not like she was my girlfriend.” bakugou’s own words hit him hard. you weren’t even his girlfriend yet he cared so much for you.
his phone buzzed.
bakugou gave aizawa the phone as soon as he noticed somebody else start texting him.
“the phone number got blocked again. they know we are here.” aizawa communicated with the rest of the group.
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the heroes finally made it inside the house after defeating some low-level punks. the walls on the inside were destroyed, the only way to go, was downstairs into the basement.
aizawa instructed some pro heroes to stay outside and some to stay on the first level.
he took bakugou, midoryia, todoroki and hawks downstairs with him.
it was a narrow hallway with a few doors on each side. aizawa silently signaled with his fingers which doors to check.
bakugou pressed his ear up against a door, he strained to hear anythinf that might’ve gave them a signal you were in there.
he was about to leave when he heard the smallest breath.
he couldn’t wait for further orders, he kicked open the door with a loud bang ! and ran inside.
there you were. arms tied around your back, sitting up against shigaraki.
“leave and i won’t activate my quirk against her.” shigaraki threatened while wrapping 4 fingers around your neck.
bakugou froze.
the image of you sitting in a chair, cloth covering your mouth, tied up, about to die would live in his mind forever.
“bakugou, now !” aizawa yelled as he activated his quirk and restrained the blue haired villain with his scarf.
bakugou ran without thinking towards you and dragged your chair with him to the door.
cracks of crumbling flesh were heard falling to the floor.
todoroki took you farther into the hallway and took the cloth out of your mouth.
“y/n ! you’re gonna be alright, we’re all here to save you.”
“no please go, hes going to make me-“
there was an unbearing pain in your arms.
in a flash you broke out of your restraints and made todoroki fall to the floor in an instant.
The Heart Cracks Before it Shatters (Pt6) ⋆｡°✩ Bakugou Katsuki
Masterlist ୨ৎ pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt5.5
The finale : Nothing is ever easy.
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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : guys dont shout at me i know im one day late. BUT SHES DONE! I cant believe it honestly. this has been such a whirlwind and im lowkey said its over. but I hope you will all stay with me for future projects! yay!
Warnings : SUGGESTIVNESS AT A POINT (nothing explict but still) Angsty, Female!Reader, Reader is a wife, Reader has children, bakugou is very sad, agruments, swearing, sadness, aged up characters, childern, babies.
W/C : 6.9k
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While the rush of determination felt good in the moment, now, standing outside Katsuki’s office, it’s settled into something closer to pure nerves.
You had a plan. A simple one, really. Step one: show your husband you miss him. Step two: admit you’ve both made mistakes. Step three: figure out how the hell to move forward without wrecking each other in the process. It sounded solid enough when you wrote it out in your notes app—three times, actually—but putting it into action? Yeah. Not as easy as it looked on screen.
The first time you tried was when you were dropping the kids off. For the past two weeks, it had been a no-talking, no-eye-contact type of handoff. You stayed in the house, watched Riko do all the work, carrying her sister’s bags and lugging Koharu to the door while you kept your distance. So, you figured attempt number one was simple enough—step in, carry your own kid out to the car, like you probably should’ve been doing this whole time.
So, you took some deep breaths, took Korahu from her sister's hand (paired with a weird look from the older sister) and ushered the girls to the door.
Katsuki was there, like always. Leaning against his car, looking tired. Sad, too. But still stupidly handsome, which pissed you off more than you’d admit. The second the door opened and he saw you standing there, his whole body snapped to attention. His eyes widened a little, his shoulders squared up, like he wasn’t sure what to do but he was sure as hell going to do something.
It was almost funny. Almost.
He didn’t say anything, but he met you halfway. Took Riko’s bag without asking. Looking at Koharu in your arms like it hurt him to see her there and not with him.
“Um…” Riko’s small voice cut through the moment. She hovered a little to the side, fidgeting. “Mama, are you… coming with us?” she asked, her brows pinching in quiet confusion as she glanced between you both.
And, for some reason, this question is a surprise to you. And it very quickly occurs to you also, that maybe your children shouldn't see the maybe difficult and definitely emotional conversation you are planning to have with their father. Yup. Why was that not included in the notes app plan?
You don’t say anything at first. But now Riko’s staring at you like she’s waiting for an answer, and Katsuki’s standing there, still as anything, his hand flexing around the strap of her bag like he’s holding himself back from saying something.
You clear your throat, shifting Koharu’s weight on your hip. “ um… no not today sweetheart, just saying hi is all”.
Riko doesn’t look convinced, but she nods anyway, glancing up at Katsuki. He’s already watching you, gaze steady, a crease between his brows like he’s thinking something he’s not sure he should say out loud.
“You could, y’know,” he mutters after a beat, his voice low but rough at the edges. “Come with us. If you wanted.”
“W-were just getting dinner at that place downtown, with the udon you like. And a movie, probably.”
And if every single member of your little family wasn’t looking at you right now, waiting, hoping, you might’ve groaned out loud. How did you not account for this? How did you not see it coming? And you are not about to screw this up by winging it.
“Oh,” you say, a nervous laugh catching on your tongue. It falls flat. No one joins in. “I think I’ll take a raincheck for tonight. Got some leftover work I need to finish up, unfortunately.”
You reach out to ruffle Riko’s hair. She leans into it, even smiles a little, a nice distraction from the weird tension in the air.
Katsuki doesn’t push. He never does these days. You’re not sure if that makes it easier or harder.
He just watches you for a long moment, like he’s turning something over in his head. His jaw ticks, sharp and familiar, but when he nods, it’s slow. Careful. Like he’s not trusting himself to move too fast. “Yeah,” he says after a beat. His voice is quieter now. “Okay. Another time, then.”
You offer a faint smile, one you hope looks steadier than it feels, and murmur your goodbyes. Riko gives you one last look over her shoulder before climbing into the car. Katsuki opens the door for her without breaking eye contact, and something about that sticks with you longer than it should.
And later that night, you’re still thinking about it. About the way Katsuki’s eyes followed you. About how you turned down his offer because you weren’t ready—not yet—and wondering if it sounded too much like rejection.
You hope not. God, you hope not.
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Kirishima’s warnings about time are still hanging in the back of your mind, like a nagging little voice. The more you think about it, the more it feels like putting this conversation off any longer is just another excuse. So, better now than later, right? What’s the worst that could happen? Well, besides everything falling apart, obviously.
Father’s Day.
It’s not intentional, not really. It just sort of happens that way. And, okay, maybe deciding to have this conversation today of all days feels a little… questionable. You could start with a positive. “Wow, you’re actually a good father these days!” Sure, the conversation could end terribly, but at least you’d have that one bit of sincerity before everything goes to shit.
A quick text to Izuku confirms what you already suspected—Katsuki’s working during the day. Of course he is. But he has the kids tonight, which means you get the rest of the evening to yourself. Perfect. Time to spiral in peace.
You spend the morning mentally preparing yourself, like you always do before any interaction with your husband these days. It's become a routine at this point—dress nice, check your reflection one more time, make sure your hair’s in place, like somehow that’ll make everything easier. You even check the gift you got him for the millionth time, just to make sure it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared or been swapped out for something less meaningful. You really don’t need any more stress right now.
You want your arrival to be a complete surprise, which means you can't just drive. That would be too easy—and also, the parking sensors at his place would give you away in a second. Katsuki would know you were there before you even stepped out of the car, and you definitely don’t want him overthinking anything. So, you opt for the bus instead. It feels a little ridiculous, but it’s the only way to guarantee you catch him completely off guard. No time for him to prepare or second-guess. You want this moment to be real, unfiltered.
As the bus rumbles along, you look out the window at the sunny day, feeling something a little unexpected—hope. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that. It’s funny, though, but as you sit there, the memories come flooding back. It was actually this time of year, so many years ago, when Katsuki officially asked you to be his girlfriend. It feels like a lifetime ago, but the memories are so vivid. People are always surprised when you tell them he was shy back then, especially since they only see the brash, bold personality he’s built up over the years. Back then, though, he was anything but.
He suggested a walk and lunch, like any normal date. But you hadn’t even made it ten minutes down the path before he pulled you aside, cornering you against a tree. His eyes were wide, a mixture of determination and uncertainty flickering behind them. “I want to be official,” he’d said, so seriously, yet nervously—completely out of character for him. You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, genuine laugh. Maybe that laugh made it all the more real, solidifying that this was the boy who had stolen your heart so effortlessly, and the man who was now trying to win it all over again.
And now, here you are, so many years later. The shy boy has grown into a man. Changed by time, by life, by everything you’ve both gone through. It’s funny how much time can shift a person, how it can shape someone in ways you don’t always see coming. You wonder how he’d say you’ve changed, too. Would he even recognize the person you’ve become? Would he still see the girl who laughed under that tree all those years ago? You weren’t so sure.
When you find yourself standing outside Katsuki’s agency building, you don’t hesitate. The adrenaline is already pumping, your heart racing as you push open the door, wondering if any paparazzi are lurking nearby. It’s a small but nagging thought, the price of being so connected to someone so publicly known.
You walk up to the front desk, and the receptionists look up, offering you a warm, welcoming smile. "How have you been?" one of them asks, and for a brief moment, you forget how long it’s been since you’ve actually been here. You can’t even remember the last time you stepped foot into this place. Maybe back when it was still new, and Katsuki was so excited about it. Back then, he used to pester you to come visit all the time, his proud smile, guiding you around with that quiet swagger of his.
You glance around, taking in the changes since the last time you were here. There’s a new fishtank behind the reception desk, the soft swish of water a peaceful contrast to the buzz of the street outside. You didn’t even notice it when you first walked in. When did that get put in?
Leaning in slightly, you lower your voice to a near whisper, careful not to draw attention. “Don’t tell Katsuki I’m here. I’ve got a surprise for him.” The words are almost a secret, a lightness to them that doesn’t entirely match the nervous tension growing inside you. The receptionists giggle softly, their glances exchanged behind a knowing smile before one of them gives a playful, almost conspiratorial nod.
One of them leans forward, their voice light with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “A surprise, huh?” they ask, their tone teasing but not intrusive. “Hopefully he’ll love it. Honestly, he’s been a little quiet around here... maybe he’s just been missing you.”
You nod, trying to mask the sudden tension in your chest. Off. Katsuki had been distant in a way that was hard to ignore. The words only make your nerves continue to bubble in your stomach. You hate the idea that you’ve been ruining his work life too.
Once the elevator beeps, you quietly step out and walk down the halfway, the sounds of talking fleeting in the background. Your footsteps echo softly, and for a brief moment, you wonder if this is a mistake, or if you’re doing the right thing. Why does everything feel so uncertain now?
But then you shake your head, forcing the doubts aside. You can’t hesitate now—not when you’ve come this far. You clutch the gift a little tighter, the weight of it solid in your hands, a reminder of why you’re here. Just do it.
When you finally make it to his office, you can’t help but hesitate outside the door. His blinds are down, so he hasn’t seen you coming. You glance down at your phone—no messages, no missed calls. There’s nothing to suggest he’s expecting you. Still, you hesitate. Your hand hovers above the door, but you can’t bring yourself to actually touch it.
You shift your weight from one foot to the other, the tension in your body making you feel jittery, like you're on the edge of doing something you can't quite bring yourself to start. You glance around the hall, seeing a few curious looks in your direction, and you realize just how out of place you must seem, standing here in front of his door, waiting. The longer you stand there, the stranger it feels. You can’t put it off any longer.
God, this is hard.
You knock lightly, the sound barely audible. When no response comes after a couple of seconds, you knock again, this time a little more forceful.
“WHAT,” comes Katsuki’s loud voice from the other side, as sharp as ever. You can practically feel the force of it through the door, and it makes you wonder how his staff ever manages to be around him all day without flinching. But you? You're nervous, sure, but you're not scared. You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, before pushing the door open.
To your surprise, Katsuki isn’t alone.
Izuku is there too, leaning over Katsuki’s desk with his face uncomfortably close to him. Katsuki, on the other hand, is leaning away, his body stiff and his brows furrowed as if he’s trying to put as much distance between them as possible. But no matter how much Katsuki shifts, Izuku’s still right there, talking to him like they’re in some weird, casual conversation.
As you step inside, the low murmur of their voices reaches your ears.
“Why are your under eyes so dark? Have you been sleeping?” Izuku asks, genuinely concerned, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face.
“Get out of my fuckin’ face, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles in response, his hand coming up to swat at Izuku’s face. Izuku, as usual, seems oblivious to how much space he’s crowding, even as he nudges closer to Katsuki’s personal space.
You, on the other hand, stand frozen in the doorway, unsure of what to do. It’s a bit confusing, actually—neither of them has looked over at you even though they both know someone’s coming in. You clear your throat, a soft “hello” slipping out, just enough to break the silence.
And just like that, both of them snap their attention to you. Katsuki’s eyes widen in surprise, his body shifting almost instinctively, pushing his chair back as far from Izuku as possible. He straightens up, his posture suddenly more alert. His eyes track you, silent and intense, but there’s an undercurrent of something—maybe nervousness, maybe relief, and definitely surprise. At least your plan worked?
Izuku, on the other hand, stands up quickly, a wide, easy smile lighting up his face. “Hey!” he says brightly, completely unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “Katsuki didn’t mention you were coming today!” Without missing a beat, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a warm hug, a casual, friendly gesture that feels comforting in the moment but also slightly jarring given everything you’ve been feeling.
Katsuki watches this carefully, his face softening just a fraction when he sees the way Izuku is interacting with you.
Izuku pulls away from the hug with a grin, oblivious to any underlying tension. “It’s good to see you!” his voice light, before turning back to Katsuki.
“You too,” you say shyly, your voice quiet, your gaze catching Katsuki’s. The intensity of his stare unsettles you more than you expect, his eyes still tracking you like he’s trying to make sense of why you’re here, why you showed up today.
But before you can dwell on it too much, Katsuki’s voice cuts through the air with surprising sharpness. “Deku, leave.”
Izuku blinks, clearly taken aback. “What?! But I want to catch up with you guys! I haven’t seen Y/N in forever, and you’ve been dodging my calls—”
“Get the fuck out,” Katsuki growls again, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Izuku frowns, giving Katsuki a playful side-eye, not picking up on the tension at all. “But you see her every day! I just want to—”
“Deku.”
There’s a sudden finality in Katsuki’s voice, something that makes Izuku pause for a second before his expression shifts. It’s as though he understands something unspoken, the corners of his mouth lifting in a resigned smile. He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, clearly about to exit.
“Fine… but I really want to see you guys soon!” Izuku says, turning back to you as he heads toward the door. “And Y/N?” he calls with a teasing grin. “Make sure he’s sleeping okay, alright? I know you two are young and in love but—”
“GET THE FUCK OUT, DEKU!” Katsuki cuts him off, his voice booming, and Izuku laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender as he finally exits, leaving you and Katsuki standing there in the thick silence.
You shift uncomfortably, unsure of what to say or do. The plan had been so simple in your head—so clear—but now, in the face of this strange and quiet moment, it feels anything but.
“I—” You start, your voice faltering before you take a steadying breath. “I wasn’t expecting him to be here.”
Katsuki says nothing, his silence hanging between you both like a heavy fog. He runs a hand through his hair, the motion almost like a reflex, and you watch as his jaw tightens, then relaxes. Still, he doesn’t speak.
You glance at the space between you, then back at him, the knot in your stomach tightening. This wasn’t how you envisioned it.
“I brought you something,” you murmur, your hand instinctively reaching for the small gift bag you’ve been holding onto like a lifeline. “For Father’s Day.”
At the mention of Father’s Day, his eyes flicker for a moment, just a brief flash of something soft and unfamiliar before it’s gone. Katsuki doesn’t take the gift from you immediately, instead watching it with a gaze that’s more distant than you expect. He doesn’t say anything for a few long beats, and you’re starting to think maybe this was a mistake, maybe you should’ve just left it alone.
But then he takes a step forward, reaching for the bag with an almost reluctant gesture. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” you reply, your voice quiet but sincere. "It's... it's just a little something."
Katsuki gives a stiff nod as he pulls the bag from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, and though the contact is fleeting, it sends a shiver through you. He opens it slowly, and the soft crinkle of tissue paper fills the silence before he pulls out the small, simple gift you picked out for him—a picture frame. It’s of him and the girls, when Koharu had just been born and was still so tiny. You don’t think he’s ever seen this picture. You took it during one of those rare, quiet moments when he was reading to the girls, lost in the story and unaware you were watching from the doorway.
For a long time, Katsuki doesn’t speak. He simply stares at the frame in his hands, his gaze fixed on the picture. You consider that your going to be met with silence again, that this was all one big mistake and your overstepping with someone that can’t be bothered with you anymore.
“Is… is it okay?” you ask hesitantly, your voice breaking the silence.
Finally, Katsuki looks up at you, and for a moment, the distance between you seems to shrink. “Yeah. It’s fine. It’s… nice,” he says with a low soft tone to it.
You shift, unsure of what to do next, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, the hard planes of his jaw, the tension that hasn’t quite faded from his shoulders. It’s like he's lost in the memory, but also wrestling with it at the same time.
After what feels like forever, he finally speaks, and the words are barely a whisper, but they hold more weight than any explosion he could’ve set off. "What are you really doing here?"
His eyes flick up to meet yours, but they linger there for just a moment before quickly darting away, almost like he’s afraid of what he might see if he holds your gaze too long.
For a second, you don’t know how to answer. Your throat tightens, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. It’s not an easy question to answer, not when the answer feels too complicated, tangled up with everything you both are and aren’t anymore.
But you manage to find your voice. “I—” You stop yourself, unsure how to explain it, unsure of how much to say. You try again, quieter this time. “I wanted to see you. To... give you that. To... be here.”
His gaze shifts briefly, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looks down at the frame again. His fingers tighten around it, but it’s not in anger—it’s like he’s holding onto it, holding onto the moment in the picture, trying to tether himself to something he can’t quite let go of.
There’s a hesitation in the way he breathes, in the way his gaze keeps flicking between the picture and you. He seems to want to say something, but whatever it is, he’s holding it back, like it’s too fragile to speak aloud.
Then—“Sweetheart…” His voice catches, a quiet hesitation there you haven’t heard before. “What does that mean?” His lips twitch into a dry, almost self-deprecating smile. “I’m a little fuckin’ confused over here.”
You huff a breath, nerves fluttering under your skin. Fair enough. You did show up unannounced after weeks of silence, acting like none of it had happened. Of course he’s confused. You would be, too.
“Yeah. Okay. Um—well!” You force a shaky exhale through a tight-lipped smile. God, why is this so hard? “I just… had some things to say and I—well. No. I guess.”
The words tangle in your mouth before they can land anywhere. You’re floundering, and you know it.
Katsuki reaches out, his hand finding your hip with a steadiness you didn’t realize you needed. His thumb draws slow, grounding circles against your side. “Breathe,” he murmurs.
You do. So does he.
And when you give him a small, grateful smile, it’s answered by a faint flush rising on his cheeks. That soft, familiar pink that makes your chest ache. Yeah… this is okay. You can do this.
“I wanted to apologize,” you say, quieter now. “For what happened… last time. When you were at the house.”
His hand falls away from your hip at that, and the loss of it makes your skin prickle cold. But you keep going.
“You were right. It wasn’t fair to you. And then I made it worse by not reaching out after I… after I threw you out.” You swallow hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I guess I thought you’d message me first. Which was stupid.”
“I didn’t want to overstep,” he says quietly, staring down at his hands like they’re something he’s only just noticed. His knuckles are tight, the same hands that just held you, now clenched like he’s bracing for something.
You step closer, reaching out. Your palms cradle his face, coaxing his gaze back to yours. His eyes widen, startled in a way that makes your heart ache all over again. Like he can’t quite believe you’re here.
“I know you didn’t,” you say softly. “I think I was just feeling… insecure. Hurt. And, yeah, maybe a little petty.” You try for a smile, but it’s faint. “Not my most mature moment.”
Your fingers slip into his hair, nails grazing gently at his hairline. “I’m sorry. Okay?”
Katsuki’s quiet for a beat. Then another. His eyes search yours like he’s looking for something he isn’t sure he’ll find.
And then, barely above a breath—“Does that mean I can come home now?”
The way he says it cracks something open inside you. Soft. Uncertain. Katsuki Bakugou, who has always been brash and sure, suddenly sounds like a kid waiting to be told he’s not in trouble. Like he’s hoping for permission to want this.
Your chest tightens. “Yes,” you whisper. “I… missed you. A lot. So if you want to, yeah. Please.”
You barely have time to breathe before he’s pulling you in, arms wrapping tight around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. His face presses to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.
“I’m sorry too,” he says, his voice thick. “I hate that I made you feel like that. You’re… you’re the most beautiful fuckin’ person in the world to me. I want you to know that.”
He draws back just enough to look at you, his hands still cradling your waist. His eyes are a little red around the edges. “I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.”
You smile. And this time, it feels real.
“Me too.”
~~~
Katsuki doesn’t come home that night.
He tells you straight, his hands firm on your hips, holding you steady like he thinks you might drift off if he doesn’t. “I… I want to come back tonight. Fuck, angel, I want to.” His thumbs press in, warm and certain. “But it’s complicated. I got arts and crafts shit with the girls, and—”
He pauses, searching your face, as if there’s something he needs you to understand. And you do. You really do. It’s Father’s Day, after all. He’s planned something fun with them—he deserves that.
So you nod. “It’s fine,” you say, even if it’s not entirely. Even if part of you aches a little at the thought of another night in an empty house.
But then his phone buzzes again. The reminder that he’s still on the clock, still pro-hero Dynamight. He mutters under his breath, answering the call with a scowl. And while he’s distracted, you let yourself slip toward the door. No point hovering.
You don’t get far before he’s slamming the phone down.
“Oi,” he calls, striding toward you. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”
You turn, halfway through a smile. “You’re busy.”
“Don’t care,” he shrugs, before wrapping you up in another of his crushing hugs, his chin hooked over your shoulder like he’s grounding himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you murmur, breathing him in. “Let me know how you and the girls get on.”
At that, he pulls back just enough to flash a small, crooked smile. “They’ll love it.” And you can tell he means it. He’s already picturing it—Korahu’s chubby fingers smearing paint where it shouldn’t go, Riko trying to keep things under control like she’s got any chance at all.
It all goes surprisingly smooth after that. You part ways. No fight. No lingering weight pressing on your chest. Just… quiet. Simple. You didn’t expect simple.
Still, the house feels a little emptier when you get home. You tell yourself it’s karma. Fair’s fair.
So you fill the quiet with the hum of self-care—cleaning, candles, making the bed like he’s already here. Maybe it’s silly, but it makes you feel better. Like you’re making room for him.
A couple of texts drop in while you work:
[7:34 PM] Kirishima: Katsuki said you guys made up!!! 💪 Happy for u (even tho I’ll miss bro being here 😣)
[8:28 PM] Katsuki: Never letting Korahu touch paint again.
[8:28 PM] Katsuki: [Image Attached]
You can’t help the grin as you open the photo. Korahu’s covered, head to toe, in streaks of neon green paint. The grin gets bigger when you reply, because yeah… things are starting to feel okay.
You catch yourself thinking how simple it was in the end. Just… talk to him. That’s all it took. So simple it’s stupid. But it’s a start. Onwards and upwards, right?
And still… the intimacy part lingers in the back of your mind. Not the physical, not exactly. The closeness. Letting him in again, letting yourself be seen. You’re getting there. You’re proud of that.
You’re just about to call it a night when you hear the knock.
It’s late. Too late for visitors. You tread light toward the door, thinking maybe you imagined it, but then it comes again, sharper this time.
You jump. “Who is it?”
“Me, sweetheart.”
Your heart stumbles. For a second, your mind blanks, chasing every possibility. Are the girls okay? Did something happen? Or did he really take ‘come back tomorrow’ as ‘come back at nearly midnight’?
You crack the door open, and there he is. Katsuki. Standing there like it’s nothing.
“You shouldn’t talk through the door,” he says, voice low, a little gruff. “Use the cameras. Don’t let people know if you’re home.”
You barely register the lecture. “What are you doing here?”
He huffs. “Can I come in first?”
You step back, and he does, toeing his boots off by instinct before looking at you again. He’s flushed a little—maybe from the night air, maybe from something else.
“I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He drags a hand through his hair, messy already. “The girls are asleep. Told Kirishima I was heading out.”
You wait. He’s not exactly known for long explanations, but still. You wait.
He shifts, uncomfortable in a way that’s rare for him. “I know I said I’d come tomorrow. I was about to go to bed. Was gonna text you.” His hand rubs at the back of his neck, his voice rougher now. “But I didn’t wanna do that again. I didn’t wanna… not be here. So.”
A beat.
“Probably should’ve asked first,” he mutters. “Sorry.”
You stand there for a second, taking him in. The way his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing for you to tell him to leave. The way his mouth pulls down at the corners, softened by tired eyes.
You take a step closer, your fingers brushing against his wrist before curling around it. You feel his pulse jump beneath your touch.
“Don’t say sorry,” you tell him, your voice gentler than you expected. “I was just surprised. You know I want you here.”
His breath leaves him in a slow exhale. “Okay,” he says. “Good.”
For a moment, neither of you speak. It’s comfortable in a way it hasn’t been for a while. Quiet. Easy.
Then he shifts, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to pull you closer. “You look nice,” he murmurs.
You huff a laugh. “These are just my pajamas, Katsuki.”
“I know that.” His fingers trace lightly along your jaw, calloused pads dragging slow and careful. “Still means you can look nice, doesn’t it?”
There’s something in the way he looks at you—soft, but hungry. It’s not just that he’s missed you. It’s the kind of heat you haven’t seen from him in a long time, and it catches you off guard. Your skin prickles under the weight of it.
You laugh again, quiet and nervous, and step back just slightly. You regret it the second you do. But he doesn’t push. His mouth quirks into something close to a smirk, easy, like he doesn’t mind waiting.
“I was just heading to bed,” you say, clearing your throat.
“Let’s go then, huh?” His voice is rough, low, but there’s no push behind it—just an offer.
Later, you sit beneath the covers, watching him move around the room. He pulls his shirt off and folds it onto the chair, and your eyes catch on the cut of his shoulders, the sharp lines of muscle along his back. Familiar. Hard-earned. You’ve seen it a thousand times, but it hits you different tonight. Like you’re seeing him again for the first time.
Your face warms, and you look away, embarrassed by how much you feel like a teenager sneaking glances.
The room dims when he turns the lamp down, leaving just a wash of amber light spilling across the sheets. Then the mattress shifts under his weight as he crawls in beside you, his arm slipping easily around your waist, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest.
You let out a slow breath against him, and he answers with one of his own.
“Missed you,” he murmurs. His hand smooths over your hip, dragging slow, then curling back up your spine. “Missed this. Can’t believe I made us go without it for so damn long.”
“I’ve missed it too,” you whisper. “Missed you.”
And then he’s looking at you. Really looking. Like he used to—like he did in those early years when the world was still new between you. His hand comes up to your cheek, thumb stroking along the curve of your jaw. It’s reverent. Careful.
He leans in, brushing his lips to yours, light as a breath. It’s tender, almost hesitant. But you kiss him back. And then it’s not hesitant at all.
His hand slides into your hair as the kiss deepens, his mouth demanding now, hungry and hot. It’s messy, desperate—years of holding back spilling out in the press of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the low sound he makes when you breathe his name against his skin. His other hand finds your hip, holding on tight like he’s worried you’ll vanish if he lets go.
When you shift, swinging your leg over to straddle his lap, he groans into your mouth, his hands immediately smoothing down over your thighs, then up, fingers splaying wide as if he’s trying to map all of you at once. You’re already flushed and breathless, but the sound of him like this, so openly wrecked for you, drives you to chase more.
The kisses don’t stop—don’t even slow. His mouth is hot, hungry against yours, and the way he groans when you grind down makes heat pool deep in your belly. His hands are everywhere now, rough palms skating over soft skin, kneading at your waist, your ass, like he can’t get enough.
Then he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his thumb dragging across your lower lip as he does. Both of you are panting, chests rising and falling like you’ve run miles to get here.
“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes dark as they flick over your face. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Driving me outta my damn mind.”
You can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, your hand still resting over his hammering heart. He’s not the only one losing it here.
“I love this,” he says, his voice rough with heat as he gives your hips a slow, deliberate push down against him. Yeah, you can tell. There’s no mistaking the hard press of him beneath you, or the way his grip tightens as he holds you there for a moment longer. “Love you,” he adds, softer, but no less intense. “But I need you to know I didn’t show up for this. Wasn’t tryin’ to make this a booty call or some shit. I just… really needed to be close to you.”
You lean in, brushing your nose against his, smiling faintly. “I know, Kats. I know that’s not you.”
“Good,” he murmurs. He tips his head back, blowing out a breath, as if he’s trying to cool himself down. “No more for tonight though.”
You blink, momentarily thrown, and then pout, full and obvious. When he cracks an eye open and sees it, his grin spreads slow and wicked. He’s enjoying this, even if his chest is still heaving like he’s run a marathon.
“Ain’t got any protection, sweets,” he says, voice low and deep. “And it’s been a long damn while. I won’t be able to hold myself back with you.”
A beat. His gaze flickers, watching your reaction, something warm and teasing in his expression—but there’s truth there, too. A warning wrapped in affection.
“So unless you want Korahu to have a sibling nine months from now,” he drawls, thumb stroking along your hipbone, “I think it’s best we call it.”
You huff a little laugh and shake your head, leaning forward until your forehead presses to his. “You’re impossible.”
He snorts softly. “Don’t blame me. I ain’t thrilled we have to stop either, princess.”
You both settle, breath slowing. The heat fades into something quieter, something steady. You roll off him and curl into his side, and his arm comes around you without hesitation, pulling you close. He presses slow, sleepy kisses to your temple, to your jaw, to your shoulder—lazy but full of something that makes your chest ache.
“Night, Kat,” you whisper against his skin.
“Night, baby,” he murmurs, and then his voice firms up like he’s gripping the words tight. “I love you.”
It comes out of you before you can think too hard about it. “I love you too.”
There’s a breath, shaky but soft. “Yeah,” he says again, his voice catching just a little. “Yeah.”
~~~
After that night, the waters begin to finally settle.
It isn’t perfect—Katsuki is still busy, still only human. But he’s trying, and when he slips up, you forgive him. And when you start to overthink things, he doesn’t let you spiral—just pulls you close, asks you softly if things are okay, if they can be better.
He leaves notes when he knows he’ll be working late, scribbled in his sharp, messy handwriting. Little things. I love you. Sleep early. Don’t wait up. Or, Miss you already. See you soon, sweetheart. And things do get better.
And it’s not just you who notices.
Riko smiles more, hugs you without hesitation. Her arms don’t feel like they’re trying to hold you together anymore—they’re just hugs, warm and happy and childlike the way they should be.
Going to Katsuki’s parents for the first time after everything isn’t as scary as you thought, either. His mom pulls you in tight, whispering a quiet thank you. But you thank her instead, and when Katsuki catches your gaze, there’s no shame there—no guilt or lingering anger. Just quiet, steady affection.
It makes you wonder how you ever went so long without it.
Because now, you’re addicted to it. Not in a naïve, honeymoon phase way—no, things aren’t perfect. There are still arguments, still sharp words and teary nights. But the love isn’t put into question anymore. That stays constant.
Life moves fast, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t dread it. You embrace it.
And then, one quiet evening, as you sit on the beach with Katsuki, watching the girls play in the sand, you’re reminded just how far you’ve come.
His chin rests on your shoulder, arms draped around your waist as you twirl his fingers absently between yours. The waves roll lazily in front of you, golden light casting long shadows across the shore.
“You know,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear, “it was three years ago today.”
You hum, still watching the girls. “What was?”
“When you left.” His voice is quiet, careful. “Up to Tokyo.”
The words land soft but heavy.
It feels so long ago now, that time in your life when everything felt unbearable. But you still remember it—how could you not?
“Wow,” you murmur, letting the thought settle. “So long ago now.”
“Yeah.” He pauses, his grip tightening around you, like he’s bracing himself.
Then, softer, “I’m still sorry about that.”
You turn slightly, glancing back at him. His gaze is distant, the light catching in his eyes, making them burn a little redder than usual.
“I—” he exhales, shaking his head. “It’s one of my biggest mistakes. Letting things get to that point. I don’t think I can ever fully forgive myself—”
“Katsuki.” You shift, turning fully now so you can cup his face in your hands. His eyes flicker to yours, sad and heavy with regret.
“I nearly lost you,” he whispers. “I did lose you. And I still can’t believe myself.”
Your heart aches at the way he says it—like it’s something that still haunts him, something he’ll never quite let go of.
But you smile, small and sure. Your thumbs brush over his cheekbones, grounding him.
“But you didn’t,” you remind him gently. “We’re here. Together.”
He lets out a slow, shuddering breath, like he’s been holding it in for years. Then, finally—he nods.
“Yeah.” His voice wobbles just slightly, thick with something unspoken.
You kiss him, soft and lingering. His hands find your waist, holding you close, and when you pull back, his forehead presses to yours, breath warm against your lips.
You turn again, settling back against his chest to watch the girls for a moment longer, listening to the rush of the tide.
Then you glance back at him, feeling brave. Feeling full.
“Where do you think we’ll be in another three years?” you ask, leaning into his chest.
He huffs a soft laugh, kissing your hair.
“Wherever you are,” he says simply. “That’s where I’ll be.”
And you believe him. It feels so good to have full promises again.
You tilt your head back, catching his lips in a kiss that tastes like salt and sun and a future you’re both ready for.
And when you pull back, he’s smiling. Really smiling.
“Come on,” he says, tugging you gently to your feet. “Let’s go get our girls.”
“Yeah,” you reply, fingers threading through his. “Let’s go home.”
And you do. Together.
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it was so daunting finishing everything off, but i hope its okay!
summary: the heros are looking for you, bakugou gets a sudden text.
a/n: i switched apps to make these messages so i hope they dont look too weird! also pls ignore the times shown in the messages… um they dont really make sense storywise but i cant turn it off 😭😭😭
bakugou locked his phone, his homescreen being a group picture of him, mina, kirishima, denki, jirou and you.
his eyes glossed over the digital screen, the image of you smiling made his heart ache. he pushed his feelings to the side as he slid his phone back into his pocket, focusing back at the team of heroes surrounding him.
“bakugou, where was she when you last saw her?” aizawa’s eyebrows burrowed together as he tried to figure out your missing persons case.
“she went to get us some drinks and i stayed at our table” bakugou muttered. his chest ached as a guilty feeling was hung over him.
why didn’t he go with you?
why were these heros just sitting around talking? why was nobody actually outside looking for you???
the meeting room was filled with incoherent chatter, none of it mattered to bakugou. the only thing important to him was the thought of you possibly locked up somewhere.
if only he went along with you, you’d be safe. he stared at the floor, overwhelming thoughts consumed his brain. hes the reason you’re missing.
his phone buzzed in his pocket. for the past few days, his friends constantly texted him, wanting to make sure he was okay.
“damn extras always in my business,” bakugou mumbled.
── .✦
the rest of the school day passed and there was no sign of you.
bakugou lay staring at the ceiling of his room, unsure of what to do.
his phone buzzed again.
── .✦
bakugou was allowed to have a few days of school off. he tried to change the teachers mind but they wouldn’t listen.
they thought bakugou needed the time away to ‘heal’ but at the same time, for him to monitor his phone for any new messages.
the police think you got kidnapped by the league of villains but theres nothing they can go off of from your messages.
okay i feel so bad because someone requested this but i accidentally posted it before i was done and had to delete the post 😭😭😭
request: johnny x f!reader smut. johnny finds out sodapop likes reader and johnny wants to make sure the reader knows that they’re his.
jealousy
johnny cade x f!reader
warnings: cursing, smut; creampie, a bit forceful, ‘cheating’ accusations
summary: sodapop talking about y/n has johnny go into a jealous frenzy
a/n: this’ll probably be my last johnny smut for while, i wrote alot for him for the past 2-3 days and i just need a break haha 😭
“shes such a doll, you guys wouldn’t believe it if you saw her.” soda said breathlessly as he talked to ponyboy and dallas.
they were all chilling at the DX, soda was on a short break and was bragging about how you guys first met. which was yesterday.
“whatever happened to that chick sandy?” dallas asked slyly with a grin on his face, slowly taking a swig from his cigarette. ponyboy nodded in agreement.
“dont bring up sandy, shes old news. yea yea i thought i loved her but i was dumb,” johnny walked in through the door, “but this girl i know i’ll love.” soda smiled hopelessly.
ponyboy knew about you and johnny. you guys weren’t really in any relationship, but both haven’t hooked up with anyone else either. he decided to keep his mouth shut.
“whatever man, this y/n girl or whatever her name is, can’t be as good as you say she is. you always exaggerate, pisses me off sometimes.” dallas took one final swig of his cigarette and waved bye to the 2 boys, walking past johnny out the DX.
johnny’s eyes flickered to sodapop. y/n? hes talking about her?
“you’ve met y/n?” he asked with a forced smile. ponyboy stayed quiet and pretended he didn’t know anything.
“yup. have you seen her yourself? shes such a dream.” soda chuckled before speaking up again, “y’know my break is almost over, I should probably get ready to go back to work. see you guys later tonight?”
johnny walked out the room without saying goodbye. “whats his deal?” sodapop took a rag and flung it over his shoulder. “i dont know soda. maybe he had a rough day.” ponyboy decided he’d go home. he never understood the relationship between you and johnny, never liked you in that way. but he was happy for his best friend.
he was just hoping sodapop would catch on so he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the news.
you were trying on a new dress you had just got before you heard a knock on your window.
the only people who knew where you lived was the gang, so you assumed somebody just wanted to hang out.
you walked over to it and saw johnny. it was pouring rain, and he was just sitting outside waiting for you to let him in.
“johnny? you came out here in the rain? you’re gonna catch a cold like that !” you opened the window and let him climb inside.
you shut the window quickly and went to retrieve a towel for him.
after a few minutes of letting him dry up, he finally spoke up.
“did you meet soda yesterday?” he looked at you, but you didn’t notice his hard stare.
“soda? ohh, ponyboy’s older brother,” you started to make your bed, “yea, he’s pretty nice to talk to.” you took a pause , “rumors weren’t lying about his face either.”
you meant it as a joke but johnny’s blood boiled.
“you find him cute?” he leaned against your dresser, directly behind you. his eyes gazed up and down your body as you folded your blankets. your dress easing up your thighs had him appreciating your ass.
“i guess alittle, for his age,” you said with a smile. but you were completely oblivious to what trap you were getting yourself into.
before you were finished making your bed, you felt johnny wrap his arms around you from behind.
you giggled as you felt him hug you tightly.
he had his head up against your ear, “you like guys like him?”
you were a bit confused by his question. “well, what do you mean?” you were going to turn to look at him but he held you tightly. you slowly realized what was happening.
“you find him hot, don’t you ?” he bit your earlobe.
your body stiffened and you couldnt help but squirm against him.
“i never said i found him hot johnny, i didn-“
he put one of his hands on one of your breasts, retrieving a gasp from you.
“you like showing yourself off for other guys?” he was still speaking at a low whisper, his breath hot and heavy against your ear drums. you could sense the jealousy throughout his body.
you were flushed up against his back, your body was heating up. breath staggering as he continued to massage your breast, your legs clenched together.
“always wanting to be the center of attention.” he slowly unzipped the back of your flowly dress. “i bet you batted your eyelashes at him, hoping he’d like you.” the dress fell down to the floor.
goosebumps covered your body from head to toe. he was jealous of sodapop.
“i swear i didn’t. i was just being friendly-“
“friendly my ass.” he brought his other hand to your other breast and massaged both of your nipples.
you tried to keep your whimpers in but your body betrayed you as you slightly grinded back on him.
“won’t even moan for me.. you’re such a brat today.” he pushed you flat on the bed.
“johnny i swear i didn’t do anything. i wouldn’t do anything like that ba-“
he cut you off with a slow, deep kiss. his body hovering over yours. you moaned softly into his mouth, cupping part of his face.
he stripped off his jacket and jeans before returning to you.
“you’re gonna be a good girl for me and let me do what i want to you.” he moaned into your lips while groping all over your body.
he kneaded at your skin, massaged, smacked, anything he could do to relive his jealousy.
he slid two fingers into you without warning. you felt his fingers curl inside of you, getting covered in your juices as he pumped in and out.
“soon this’ll be my cock and you’re going to be crying for me to stop.” he whispered into your ear.
one thing led to another and he had you on all fours crying your eyes out, hands gripping the bedsheets, back arched and body full of sweat.
“what’d you say baby? i couldn’t hear you.” he thrusted in and out of you at an unbearable speed. the arch of your back was at a perfect angle for him to hit your g-spot over and over again.
“i- i’m sorry for yesterday, im sorry,” you cried , “im sorry for being such a slut.”
he pulled all the way out and oushed all the way back in. you clenched around him and your voice cracked as you moaned his name.
“yea keep moaning my name baby.” he grunted.
he smacked your ass.
“you need to know who you belong to.” he moaned lowly as he slowed his thrusts in and out of you.
“johnny, ‘m yours.. ‘m all yours, nobody else’s…,” your words slurred as he fucked you through your second high. your eyes rolled as he fucked you faster after feeling you pulsate around his cock.
he leaned down and wiggled his cock against your cervix as he whispered ,“yea y/n, you’re mine. not sodapop’s, not dallas’, you’re mine.”
you broke a 3rd time and mumbled nonsense as you felt his warm cum shoot in you.
you laid boneless on your stomcach, his fingers pushing all the cum back into your pulsing hole.
💛
after a few minutes he climbed into your bed next to you.
“are you okay baby? i know i was a bit rough today. im sorry.”
he stroked your hair softly.
“yes im great.. it was great,” you said breathlessly.
“i just got so jealous after hearin’ sodapop talk about you and i just needed to know you were with me.”
you kissed his neck in response and he cuddled back into you.
can you do katsuki x hyper independent reader who like won’t let anyone do anything for her due to like issues growing up and stuff
Let Me
You’d always done everything on your own. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to. Growing up, relying on people meant getting let down, so you learned to depend on yourself. It wasn’t just a habit—it was survival.
So, when you started dating Bakugo, you made it clear from the beginning: I can handle myself. You weren’t some damsel, and you didn’t need a hero to swoop in and save you.
At first, Katsuki didn’t push. He liked that you were strong, that you didn’t crumble under pressure. But it didn’t take him long to notice the cracks in your armor—the way your hands shook when you were running on too little sleep, the way your shoulders tensed when someone tried to help.
And tonight? Tonight was the last damn straw.
You’d been moving boxes all afternoon, rearranging your apartment. You refused his offer to help—obviously—and now, you were barely standing, hands on your knees, panting through exhaustion. Katsuki leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, scowl deep.
“The hell is wrong with you?”
You straightened, wiping sweat from your brow. “I’m fine.”
“You’re a damn liar,” he shot back. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“I don’t need your help, Bakugo.”
His jaw clenched. “I know that. But maybe you should let people help you anyway.”
You turned away, scoffing. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I’m not about to start depending on someone now.”
He pushed off the doorframe, closing the space between you in a few slow, deliberate steps. “You are dependin’ on someone,” he murmured, voice softer now. “Yourself. And you’re runnin’ yourself into the ground.”
You swallowed hard. His warmth was so close, his scent—burnt caramel and something distinctly him—wrapping around you. You wanted to argue, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The exhaustion settled deep in your bones, making your legs wobble.
Before you could catch yourself, Katsuki’s hands were on your arms, steady and firm.
“See?” he muttered, eyes dark with something unreadable. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
You should’ve pulled away. Should’ve told him you could stand on your own. But for the first time in a long time, you let yourself lean into someone else.
Katsuki sighed, brushing his thumb over your wrist. “You don’t gotta do everything alone, y’know.”
You swallowed, throat tight. “I don’t know how to do anything but that.”
His grip tightened, like he could anchor you in place. “Then let me teach ya.”
can you please do a johnny cade x reader smut? ty!
johnny cade smut hc’s/brainrot
smut brainrot , f!reader
warnings: only smut
a/n: sorry this isn’t an actual fic, i thought a babble would be easier to write since I just wrote a new johnny fic (w the same req) earlier today ! if you want something specific; you can always req again ! 🩷
he would never degrade you on purpose,) he only praises you. the damage from his parents could never make him be able to do it to you.
in contrast to the last point, he likes seeing you cry. (obviously not when your actually crying) he loves knowing he can make you feel so good you cant help but tear up
if you ever were in control, he’d go feral over your praise, he loves when you call him good boy
his favorite position will always be missionary or bear hug.
he loves looking at you and being able to kiss you at any time
bear hug makes it so he can hug you as close as possible but also because he knows you always cry when he does this
doesnt like anal at all, never tried it, just knew there was a chance shit could be involved and just knew he never wanted to experience it
loves paying attention to you first before anything. it started out like this because of how shy he was but he ultimately grew to like it more
loves hearing how you moan his name, especially when its right up against his ear
doesnt like choking or slapping you, hes a big groper
^ hates physical ‘pain’ during intimacy in general
loves to compliment you a lot
would actually be so in love with you if you had a piece of jewelry on that meant something about him (like a j necklace) he makes sure to have sex with you whenever you have one on
never got the concept of lying about when you finish, you’ve tried to explain it to him but he thinks its stupid if you lie since intimacy as a whole is based on trust.
when fingering you, he always ends up licking his fingers. loves how you taste
feels semi-bad about receiving blow jobs because he feels like it doesnt do anything for you but it turns you on alot
he doesnt care whether you have a bigger ass or boobs, he loves groping both equally
has a fascinating kink about having sex when one of you is visibly injured ( not bleeding out but for ex. a black eye )
likes to blindfold you
he would be open to try out any one of your kinks atleast once
jaw-drops whenever you wear lingerie, would make you come more than once just because hes so taken aback by how pretty you look
sometimes he doesnt even want to finish during sex, he solely just wants to do it for your sake
as ive already said, hes super big on giving and not receiving
loves holding your hand whenever he fucks you
loves to hold your hands above your head ^
sometimes he thinks about what’d you look like tied up, but often dismisses it because it seems to violent
very against knife play and anything fire related (obviously)
a/n: my first k.bkg post !!😋 this is a bit short because i wanted a quick writing break from all the outsiders stuff
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very loyal; he holds himself up high, theres no way he would ever cheat on someone
not very pda like during his highschool years, most he would do is hold your hand but kisses and hugs are not likely during school
loves to brag about you subtly
“what do you mean shes weak? y/n’s more capable of beating me then any of you extras !”
“tch, talk bad about her one more time and ill kick your ass.”
even with a girlfriend, he still goes to bed at 8pm, he’ll try forcing you to do the same
“dumbass if you keep sleeping late (10pm mind you.) then you’ll start lacking in training.”
secretly loves whenever you steal his clothes and wears it around him, especially if its in the common room
gets jealous super easily, doesn’t matter if you’ve known a guy since childhood, he’ll never trust any guy around you (he wouldn’t tell you unless it becomes an issue)
hes actually bad at comforting. during highschool, hes not the best at understanding emotions. he would try his best but it might not be enough for everyone.
“stop overthinking dumbass, your stupid if you think i’d ever look at someone else.”
“you seriously think your not pretty enough for me? you must be sick in the head.”
the only way he’d actually date you is if you were capable of taking him on in a fight.
loves to cook for you, not that he’d admit it. he would sometimes leave bentos of food outside your door, coincidentally your favorite dishes
only wants to spar with you or the baku squad, anyone else would have to be because of class
the first one to visit you if you ever got injured
was scared to hold your hand at first because he’s naturally sweaty but you didnt mind at all
would be even cuter if your quirk made you naturally more dry; making you love to hold his hand
doesn’t use any ‘exotic’ pet names, mostly uses your name or baby/babe, once in a blue moon he would say sweetheart
“im going down to the store later, do you want me to get you anything y/n?”
“tch, keep cutting your vegetables like that and you’re gonna cut your hand. give me the knife baby.”
a lot of stay home movie dates, because you need to get authorized to leave the dorms, most of the time you guys just watch stuff in each other’s dorms
your first kiss was on accident. bakugou tripped and fell on your face during sparring
doesnt like people touching his hair or styling it but he would allow you to play with it
because of the fact hes trying to be the #1 hero, it might seem like he has no time for you, but if you tell him he’ll just say your dumb for thinking that and give you a kiss on the forehead
loves being the big spoon because it makes him feel like he can protect you
tries to teach you how to cook but he always ends up taking over
loves being affectionate behind closed doors after not doing an pda the whole day
has your contact name as mrs. explosion murder 🧡💥 or just y/n 🧡
was super scared during his kidnapping because of the fact he didn’t know if he would see you again
