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Katsuki comforts you after a breakup.

One of Your Girls Pt. 1 Hawks x Reader

You Make Hawks a Coffee.

divider by @strangergraphics

[everypanelofkatsuki]

Team-Up Missions Mission 39: Fat Gum's Quest for Fat - extra

[bfbkg]

pro hero bakugou who becomes slightly deaf over the years from the loud explosions from his quirk.

and after dating for a while, finally he’s got you in his bed. gorgeous, naked and wet. he can’t take his lips off you. down your neck as you twitch beneath him, planking with his forearms by your head.

“i’m gonna touch you,” he prefaces, just incase you were unaware.

bakugou places his middle and pointer fingers on your bottom lip, “open up.”

wordlessly you do, sucking on his fingers. swirling your tongue around the digits and coating them with your spit. bakugou hasn’t been harder in his life. still he’s got his underwear on and his cock is pressing at the seams.

“fuck baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed at your face. he won’t admit it yet, but you’re his dream girl. “all f’me.”

then he pops them out to slap onto your clit.

it’s clear you like it when he rubs slow clockwise circles on your nub. your hips keep hitching up for more, legs opening wider to fit his body between. he sees your chest heaving breathlessly and he can feel the shaky vibration of your low moans. low. he can’t hear them.

you’re biting down on your bottom lip, digging your nails into his bicep as you arch your back. clearly, you’re loving it.

he reads your lips as you mouth a fuck, fuck, fuck.

bakugou frowns. he rests on his knees, keeping up the strokes on your clit. his hand rests on your throat and your eyes are set ablaze widening with interest. though he’s only testing for vibrations.

“why the hell are you so quiet?” he blurts. bakugou flushes hot as soon as the words slip out his mouth, partly insecurity because of his hearing, partly because he’s not sure if he’s reading you wrong and partly because now he’s unsure if he’s doing a good job.

but to his surprise you look away from him, clenching your eyes shut. you’re saying something but he’s missing the last few words. so the hand on your throat slides to your chin, forcing you to face him. he gets you pouting, unable to make eye contact.

“what is it? d’you want me to stop?” he says but the second he takes his hand off you, you grip his wrist with a face of pleading. round wide eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. bakugou resumes his slow rubbing.

“i’m… shy,” you mumble, arching your hips into his hand impatiently. “don’t wanna be too loud.”

that gets bakugou chuckling, sexy and boyish. you’re fucking shy. he squeezes your cheeks in his hand and your eyes drop.

“don’t laugh at me!” you bite but a harder press to your clit and you moan. you moan loud enough for bakugou to catch. that’s what he’s been wanting.

“you needa be loud f’me,” he says slowly, inching close to your face. “y’know i can’t hear shit. i need to hear you.”

“oh!” you fluster, “oh, sorry—.”

bakugou shakes his head, he’s always hated apologies.

“loud, baby. or i’m not givin’ you my mouth or cock.” he nods at you, dropping his hand back to the base of your throat. “d’you understand?”

you’re hypnotised by his ruby pupils, head nodding away before you can even take in his words.

“yes, yes. i won’t hold back.” you glance at his clothed cock, large and thick. you run your hand down his chest, stopping at his underwear band. “i want you.”

“good,” he breathes. he feels like a revved engine with a new battery. “i want you too.”

when bakugou slides those same two fingers inside of you, you’re so loud that he’s already welcoming the complaints from his neighbours.

[azzo0]

—Will you halt this eclipse in me? 1.1k

Synopsis: Bakugo Katsuki has it all. Money, praise, fame, and friends, but there's a void in him that begs to be acknowledged. On his birthday, he finally works up the courage to confess to his best friend. But will you return his feelings, or will you push him away?

In the dark of the night, Katsuki stared into the emptiness—emptiness, an old friend of his that stuck to him when his heart was ripped open—and he craved for a touch of warmth. Not just any touch. A touch from a very specific person.

He needed—dreamt—of that touch to unravel his soul and uncover the core to peek at everything he left unsaid all these years.

His phone vibrated on the side table, lying face down, no doubt from the birthday wishes from the countless people who loved him. He was loved. He knew that too, but his being ached for something more. Something that had been left blank beside all his achievements, waiting to be filled.

He turned to his side and picked up the phone, scrolling past the names of all his beloved friends who had wished him exactly when the clock struck twelve. He paused at the name that was the cause of his dolour. You had wished him, too, of course.

He stared at your profile picture—one that he had taken for you, in which you were grinning wide at the camera, the kind of grin that made the corners of your eyes crinkle—and that pang returned. God, he needed to hear your voice.

He put the phone down and curled into himself. He had asked himself this several times over the years: did he want you just because he felt lonely, or did he really like you? He spent a long time pondering over it. At first, he labelled it as loneliness because all his friends were getting married, having kids, or ranting about a new partner, but he soon found out you were the problem.

His heart cried this song only for you, and he had come to the unfortunate conclusion that he did not like you. He was pain-strickenly in love with you.

With the years passing by, this longing had deepened into something that developed roots in his chest, only growing deeper and deeper, and he let it happen. He let himself be consumed by this feeling, but now it was here to mock his inability to tell you, pointing a finger at him and cackling.

He did not understand why he was so afraid to tell you. Would you hold him into your ribs and fill this void in his vessels, or would he have to lose you? Would you hold his face and kiss it, or would you grow weary of him?

Twenty-seven. He was twenty-seven; he did not have all his life. The longer he kept waiting, the more time he'd lose, and he was already knocking at death's door every day with hero work. He was aware of the risks of vomiting this messy swirl of emotions onto you, but what if he was holding himself back from what could be?

He took a shaky breath and picked up his phone again. He liked your birthday wish and stared at the call icon for a few seconds, then pressed it before he could change his mind.

"Katsuki? You're still awake?" You attended by the third ring, your voice lively as if it were afternoon.

"Yeah," he replied quietly.

"Happy birthday, 'Suki!"

"Thanks."

Silence hung heavy on the line, his chest steadily falling up and down as he stared at your profile picture. He heard you laugh awkwardly, like how you always did when you were trying to keep a conversation flowing.

"So... is everything alright? It's not like you to call me at this hour. Even if it's your birthday."

He covered his eyes with a palm, ignoring your concerned questions. He had to tell you. If he pressed that red button and hung up, he'd never find the courage again, and it'd eat him away like maggots in rotting flesh.

"I love you." He whispered, tears forming in his waterline. Why was he crying?

"What?" You replied, unable to catch what he said. "Your voice is too low, Katsuki."

He aggressively wiped his eyes with his forearm and repeated, his voice tremulous, "I love you."

His hand shook as he stared at the call timer go up. You had gone silent. He couldn't swallow. Fuck, he messed up. His breath hitched when you hung up, leaving him staring at his reflection on the screen. He looked pathetic. A scared man, biting his fist. He messed up big time. He let his phone fall and clenched his hair.

"What have I done?" He muttered.

He paced his room in the dark, bile rising to his throat, his head heavy. Sweat ran down his neck, and he wanted to rip his shirt off. He felt like throwing up. He almost considered calling you again and taking back what he said. He didn't want you out of his life. But he couldn't take back what he said either.

"Fuck, Katsuki." He felt a tear run down his cheek, losing control over himself. He fell to his knees and lay on the floor, trembling.

He did not want to lose his sunshine. You were the best part of his week, the one person he looked forward to meeting up with the most. You were his anchor, his best friend and the person who consumed every fibre of his being. He'd only exist in a liminal state without you.

The doorbell rang, a shrill noise that brought him back to the present. He slowly got up, his footsteps heavy. He opened the door to find you standing behind it, your breathing ragged and your hair a wild mess. You ran here. You ran to him.

Before he could say a single word, you threw your arms around him, taking the giant pro-hero to the floor. He held you tight so you fell on top of him instead of the marble floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"What are you doing?" He hissed. "Are you trying to break your bones?"

His eyes widened when you put your elbows beside his head and gently pressed your lips to his. The ticking of the wall clock was lost as blood rushed into his ears, completely freezing time. Everything went silent, the gentle push of your lips reminding him that he wasn't dreaming. It was real. He closed his eyes and let you kiss him in the darkness of his living room.

He put his hands on your waist, melting onto the floor as you poured life into him. You tasted like the month he was born in—spring. You felt like the sun and smelled like the cool breeze carrying traces of jasmine, making him hold you closer and closer.

As he moulded into you, the raging tides stilled, the fog lifted, the emptiness slowly washed away, and the turmoil inside him ebbed.

[iscreamvanilla]

Loooove how they're never letting him live, how they're still silly and still together, love the bakusquad so fucking much ❤️

[deathberi]

[r4inerr]

HELLO I LOVE ur writing can i PLEASE request the Bakugo having a wet dream about female reader and being super awkward in class around her

Katsuki having a wet dream about you

nsfw

3rd year

Katsuki who has literally never experienced a wet dream up until now. The dream itself felt almost real. And sure, he could play it off as if it never happened; but his underwear knew otherwise.

Katsuki who cannot stop replaying the dream in his head all morning. He can’t stop thinking about how your body moved so effortlessly on his, the feeling of you grinding your hips down on him. He can’t stop replaying the moment where you took him into your mouth. And he definitely cannot stop thinking about the earth shattering orgasm, especially when the evidence of it sat in the corner of his room, right inside his laundry basket.

Katsuki who’s pretending everything's fine, when really it’s not, at least it’s not for him. Unfortunately he’s sat right behind you in almost every class, making it really damn hard to ignore you. He's noticing things he never had before, he's so close that he can smell you; It’s almost addicting. He’s so close that he’s noticing the little laughs you let out every time Denki says something stupid, the tsks that leave your mouth when someone says something out of pocket. 

Katsuki who can’t even find it in himself to look you in the eyes. Every time you turn back to try and talk to him, he flat out ignores you. Or again, tries to. He can’t help the way his face flushes when you acknowledge him. And he can’t help the fact he’s stuttering when Kirishima asks why he’s ignoring you. He truly has no answer other than “Cause she’s pissing me off”   “She’s not doing anything?”  he can’t do anything but huff and look away.

Katsuki who’s practically sulking when Aizawa pairs the two of you up during a training exercise. The thought of having to be in your presence for the period makes him wanna die. He’s stumbling around making a complete fool out of himself, all because of you. He’s not even trying to attack you, he’s just dodging whatever you throw at him; completely avoiding accidentally touching you. It doesn’t work very well however, he’s lost in his own thoughts, replaying every second of that dream. Eventually you’re able to land a pretty good hit on him, putting him out of commission. Making a complete fool out of him, yet nobody dares to say anything out of fear for what he’d do to them. (They’re honestly pretty worried about what he’ll do to you.)

Katsuki who wants to shrivel up and die and it’s only 4pm. He’s fully hard from being around you so much today, constantly having you on his mind, smelling you. He’d even subconsciously decided you were his favorite scent now. And if he didn’t like you before that dream, he definitely did now. Not that he actually knew it.

Katsuki who feels like he’s gonna explode when you ask for his help studying that night. This of course was a normal occurrence. And he ALWAYS said yes. So if he said no you’d obviously know something was up. So unfortunately for him, he agrees. The two of you end up in his dorm. Sitting on his bed together. And he’s losing his mind. He hadn’t had a chance to do his laundry so the evidence is sitting right there. Buried under a single pair of pants. He can’t even help constantly looking over to the laundry basket. And it’s really not helping when he draws your attention to it every time he looks over. 

Katsuki who’s reluctantly throwing his hoodie over his head and at you when you whine about being cold. You’re not. You just wanted to have his hoodie in your possession. But he didn’t need to know that. And if he was being honest he really didn’t want you to take it upon yourself to grab one of his others, in the event you got way too close to his laundry basket and somehow knocked it over, revealing his underwear; he’s just super paranoid. The rest of the night continues how they usually do; though he is stumbling over his words way more than he usually would, and he really cannot seem to even look up your direction. But he’s noticing little things. How you play with the sleeves of his hoodie when you’re trying to concentrate but you just can’t. How you wiggle around constantly, not because you’re uncomfortable or anything, but simply because you can’t sit still, he finds it kinda cute. Not that he’d admit it or anything. He notices the little doodles on your notes. The scribbles you draw only to erase and then trace back over. He notices how meticulous your notes can be when you’re actually making an effort. He notices how pretty your handwriting is when you’re not rushing to take notes, and maybe that's why he’s a bit more patient with you. Sure he’s noticed your handwriting before, but he’s never looked so closely. Not like he is now. But thinking back, yeah, he’s definitely subconsciously been treating you way differently than your friends. By the time the night is over he finds himself physically removing you from his dorm. Not even bothering to get the hoodie back. He doesn’t think he can ever touch that thing again. Now that it’s touched your body, now that it smells like you. (Plus you looked amazing in it)

Katsuki who finds himself struggling to sleep that night. His mind once again going back to the dream the night before. Though he doesn’t want to admit it, he wouldn’t be opposed to having a similar one. He knows it means he’d have to endure another day like today, but fuck it, you know? The dream definitely has him thinking, about you of course, it was one of those dreams that makes you see someone in a completely different light. Although he’s pretty sure he already harboured some feelings towards you, this dream just really highlighted them for him. Maybe he did want that hoodie back? He’d probably trade you for another one. That way you both get to keep one…

Katsuki

[slayfics]

Merry Christmas from my OC Kansa!!

Thank you @kurumi-igarashi for the adorable animation 💚.

[faithful91]

"I'll keep fighting. I'll break myself. Even if there's nothing left of me. I will win the way I want to." ~ Bakugou

Anime: Boku no hero academia

Check the instagram link for more photos.

[slayfics]

Eijiro accidentally air drops a spicy picture. 400 words

Eijiro stood in front of the mirror at his hero agency's restroom, raising his arm slightly, trying to determine the best angle for a selfie. Letting out a puff of air in disappointment, his shoulders dropped, and his head hung. Nothing seemed to satisfy him. He was trying his best to make his pose look effortlessly sexy; however, his bubbly, innocent charm kept showing through. 

“Damn,” he sighed to himself, almost giving up. As a last-ditch effort, Eijiro searched for reference poses, trying to find one he could recreate to send to you. He had been thinking about you all day while on his shift, and he wanted so badly to get you flustered. The thought of you unknowingly unlocking your phone to see a spicy picture from him was already exciting him. 

Finally, he found a pose he decided he could pull off. It was simple, shirtless with sweats pulled down just enough to reveal a hint of trail. He pulled up his phone camera once more, pushed his sweats down, and took a photo he was sure would make you blush. 

With a toothy grin, Eijiro clicked the photo to send to you and slid his phone back into his pocket, satisfied with his work. He shuffled over to finish packing up the rest of his things to leave the hero agency for the day. 

Walking out into the hallway, Eijiro quickly noticed everyone was on their phones. 

“Hey man, I know you’ve been feeling good about yourself lately, but did you need to show off to everyone?" Denki gawked at Eijiro entering the hallway. 

Before Eijiro could ask what Denki meant, Katsuki came huffing down the hall, “SHITTY HAIR! Keep this shit to yourself,” he barked.

A pit in Eijiro’s stomach started to grow as he looked around the office at everyone on their phones. He noticed wide eyes, agape mouths, and flustered faces. 

“Oh no,” he muttered. 

“Hm?” Denki questioned, then realized what had happened. “Oh shit, you didn't mean to air drop that, did you?” 

“AIRDROP!? OF COURSE NOT!” Eijiro exclaimed, and Denki nearly keeled over laughing. “It’s not funny man!” Eijiro shrieked. 

“You AirDropped your happy trail to the whole office! Of course, that’s fucking funny!” Denki replied with laughter starting to subside, “Wait- who did you mean to send that to?” he questioned. 

“It doesn't matter now!” Eijiro said, face red from embarrassment. 

“Aw, come on, don’t be so upset. That picture is hot as fuck, you should still send it. I’m sure it'll make their day,” Denki encouraged.  

Eijiro nodded shyly, bringing out his phone to try one more time. 

A fic for a very special person. Happy birthday @unofficialsapphire!

Art commissioned from @kurumi-igarashi 💚

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[rosereveries]

bakugou who swears he’s not listening—always turns when you laugh.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff.

It started as a small thing, something no one really noticed at first.

Whenever you laughed, Bakugou’s head would snap toward the sound. Instantly. Instinctively. Like someone had pressed a switch in his brain labeled you.

Didn’t matter if he was in the middle of eating, training, or yelling at Kaminari—his eyes would flick in your direction the second that soft, genuine sound left your lips.

At first, Kirishima thought it was funny.

“Dude,” he whispered one day during lunch, leaning close with that toothy grin of his, “you know your neck’s gonna break one day if you keep doing that.”

Bakugou scowled. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, tilting his chin toward you where you were laughing with Mina across the table. Like clockwork, Bakugou’s head snapped around again.

Kirishima nearly howled.

“See?! Bro, you’re like a dog hearing its owner’s voice—”

“Shut up, shitty hair!” Bakugou barked, ears pink.

“Aw, come on, man! It’s kinda cute!”

Bakugou glared at him, but it didn’t help his case that you laughed again at that exact moment—and his eyes darted over again, completely betraying him.

Kirishima bit back a grin. “You don’t even realize it, huh?”

Bakugou grumbled, “Realize what?”

“That you don’t just turn your head when she laughs,” Kirishima said. “You smile.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Tch. Shut up.”

But when he heard your laugh echo again, soft and bright, his head turned.

And his lips twitched before he could stop them.

©rosereveries

[deeversuswords]

[kurumi-igarashi]

I recently reached my 100th art commission!

😭💖💜 Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported me along the way! Here’s to many more commissions to come~ (pls someone commission me again I’m hungry 😩)

✨ As promised... it's raffle time!

Rules:

Must be a follower

Reblog/Repost

Leave a comment and tag a friend!

Prizes:

1 half body

2 head to bust

3 YCH Emotes

Total of 6 winners! (All illustrations are in full color)

Raffle entries will end on: July 31, 2025 (Thursday)

Again, thank you for the love and support and good luck!~

Please note: You won't be included if you didn't follow all the rules. I'll send a message to those who won and I'll tag you for the announcement. 💜 Please note that your piece might take a little time so please be patient!

Here are the winners for the past 2023 art raffle! (omg it's been so long, huh?)

*drew this on my phone which is why it's low quality- ;;*

[tokito-dulya20]

might tag @slayfics (it has been awhile)

[slayfics]

LOVE YOUUU ✨💚

[slayfics]

HII SLAY! I have no clue if u remember me at all, but i used to LOVE your muichiro fics back in 2023/2024!! Pretty sure i requested one or two. How are u doing? Just checking up!

Hi!

Of course I remember 🥰! I’ve been doing good! I just haven’t been writing anymore. Life is keeping me busy and I’ve been wrapped up in other hobbies.

So good to hear from you, I hope you’re doing well 💚.

[slayfics]

HI SLAY!!! it's me, 💛! Don't know if you still remember me but I recently just went on this site again and read all the fanfics that I missed!! I'm so in love with your writing i swear even after all this time 😭. Anyways, hope you're taking good care of yourself and don't burn yourself out too much, m'kay? Bye byeee

- 💛

Of course I remember you 💛! My apologies for responding to this so late. I’m not exactly active on here anymore. Thank you so much for the high praise. It really makes me smile knowing you still enjoyed my fics after all this time ✨. I hope you’re doing great and taking care of yourself as well!

[slayfics]

From: ☁anon To: Slay

I have a question for you. I don't know if you're still in the Demon Slayer fandom, but have you ever thought about making a Kny OC?

Hey! I’m super late to answering this. But yes I do have a KNY OC. Here she is! Drawn by @kurumi-igarashi 💚

[slayfics]

Just wanna say, i'm obsessed with your fics. Went through your masterlist like a child, excitedly, opening their presents. Your KiriBaku fic, even your Illumi fics. Ever considering JJK (SatoSugu) or OP (Zoro and Law) fics, or part 2 of your KiriBaku fic?

Thank you very much for the compliment 🥰. It gave me a big smile. Unfortunately I haven’t been engaging in my writing hobby anymore. At this time I don’t see myself writing any new fics any time soon 😓.