#bnha x reader fluff

[kenforty]

𓐍𓈒𓂃. obsessed.

bakugou doesn't want to admit it, but he's obsessed with you, within barely a month of actually dating you.

you settled on the stool in the kitchen, eyes droopy with sleep, the slight chill of mint toothpaste still lingering in your mouth, yawning you looked at bakugou.

"hi." you grinned, toothy and wide, eyes squinted shut at the mere site of him, "what are you upto, handsome?" teasing and cheeky, so early in the morning, your be the death of him.

"nothing." he mumbled, cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, eyes darting between you and the decor he had on his walls, "made you breakfast."

plate of savoury pancakes placed on the counter beside you, followed by a glass of water, cup of steaming coffee rested beside him on the counter, strict with his rule of no coffee on empty stomach.

"this isn't nothing." you quipped, leaning over to grasp at his hand, pulling him closer so he stood between your legs, albeit at least 3 foot taller from were you sat on the stool, "did you wake up extra early for this?"

you squeeze your thighs around his, fingers fiddling with the hem of his apron, looping and unlooping around the straps, grazing touches that leave behind a tingling sensation.

"had to wake up early anyways." shrugging his shoulders, he meted in your hold, body absentmindedly chasing your touch, his own hands coming to rest on your cheeks, "eat up, you have a long shift today."

you tilted your head, pressing a kiss against the pad of his thumb, mischievous glint in your eyes, as your lips parted and swallowed his digit, cheeks hollowing softly.

bakugou shuddered, letting out a weak sigh, feeling himself harden to full mast, breakfast, work, all pushed back to the back of his mind, one cheeky little gesture and he's ready to go back to bed.

you pull away, thumb slipping out of your mouth, glossy with a sheen layer of spit, wiping your mouth, with the back of your hand, you turned towards the counter, "I'll have to give you something to eat too."

oh, you will.

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

[zmbkats]

thinking about coworker!tenya iida who has a big fat crush on you

coworker!tenya who started at your job as an intern, but was quickly offered long term employment because he was the only competent worker amongst the other interns

coworker!tenya who notices you immediately. he swears you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on, and is determined to prove that he deserves your respect, regardless of how new he is

coworker!tenya who is quick to use "professional development" as an excuse. he's far too nervous to ask you out on a date of any kind, so he often suggests collaborative projects with you

(he'll claim it’s to learn the ropes, but really he just wants an hour of your undivided attention)

coworker!tenya who is so attentive, he notices everything about you. he knows exactly how you take your coffee in the morning, he notices the second you are feeling tired or unwell, and will often bring you treats to help "ensure your efficiency"

coworker!tenya who sees you looking overwhelmed with paperwork, and doesn't ask if you need help. he just marches over to your desk with a perfectly organized stack of files, ready to assist you, his face turning a light shade of pink as you thank him

coworker!tenya who has never struggled with public speaking, but finds himself stuttering over his words after making eye contact with you during a board meeting. granted, it wasn't a very important meeting, but he was so embarrassed. even after you reassured him that he did fine!

coworker!tenya who meant to tell you yesterday that your skirt was out of regulation, that it was far too short. but you looked so good, it slipped his mind! besides, who was he to enforce the dress code? you didn't get in any trouble, so surely it must've been fine

(he really hopes so, because it's now his favorite skirt of yours and he prays everyday that you wear it again)

coworker!tenya who loses his mind at the company dinners when he sees you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire. your hair is done differently than usual and he can't help the sudden warm feeling in his chest

coworker!tenya who wants nothing more than to compliment you, to tell you how beautiful you look! he spent the entire evening rehearsing the perfect compliment in his head, but you keep getting dragged away by your other coworkers, and it's driving him crazy

coworker!tenya who finally gets the chance to talk to you and is confused when you say that you've been trying to talk to him all night as well, but you thought he'd been avoiding you

coworker!tenya who can't believe his ears when he finds out that you've had a crush on him for almost as long as he has! what are the odds? all his hard work must have really paid off.

coworker!tenya who short-circuited when he walked you to your car after the party and you giggled at something he said. he wants to make you laugh forever

coworker!tenya who blushed a furious red after you gave him a goodbye kiss on his cheek before you left for the night, your lip gloss staining his cheek

coworker!tenya who leaves that party with your phone number and plans to ask you out the next time he sees you.

©️ zmbkats 2026

[emmyrosee]

Katsuki just left, and your phone is already ringing with his contact.

You know what this is about. You smile and click the phone to answer, pinning the device between your shoulder and your ear. “Yes, baby?”

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

You giggle briefly before clearing your throat to gain some composure, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play that shit card with me,” he snarls, but his voice holds no venom. Truly a bark with no bite. You continue to spread the jelly on your toast, waiting for him to finish his rant. “I don’t even have to open it to see the chaos you’ve caused. Is this why you wanted to take the car yesterday? Alone? Fucking brat.”

You stifle a giggle and you hear him try to fight his own laughter. “And fucking Hello Kitty? Really?”

Covering his dashboard in stickers wasn’t something you’d planned on doing, but when TikTok inspiration strikes, who would you be to not answer the call?

You’d covered everything: the dash board, the side panels, the steering wheel, the stick shift, center console, everywhere within his driver and passenger seat is covered in stickers of assorted Sanrio characters.

You pout, “it’s not just hello kitty, there’s some Kuromi’s in there for you.”

“How. Generous.” You laugh at his expense, and he lets you, but he doesn’t fool you for a second- he’s hiding his laugh. “So, you gonna come take these shits off?”

“No.”

“HAA?!”

“No!” You repeat. “Because what if you pick up your side pieces in your big expensive car and kiss them? Hmm? They won’t kiss you if they know you have a pretty, perfect, amazing pookie wookie bear at home.”

“My pookie wookie bear is going to get suffocated with a pillow,” he growls. “Now come take care of this!”

“No,” you sing. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Swear to god-“

“Bye babyyyy!”

“Don’t you fucking-“

You’re quick to hang up the phone, giggling and going back to your toast with a satisfied smile spread on your cheeks, and you-

Immediately, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs of your home. Panic grips your heart as your eyes flick to the doorway of the kitchen.

The front door opens. He’s running.

“You’re so fucking dead.”

You scream.

The payback for sticker-ing his car might’ve been intense, full of tickling fingers and bites and threats turning into promises of payback.

But it was worth the new memory with your man.

[meeisemm]

A Little Short

mha! bakugou, midoriya and shoto with a short girlfriend headcanons (as a short girlie myself this hit home lol)

Bakugou

He pretends it doesn’t affect him, but the first time he realizes he has to bend down to hear you? Short-circuits.

Constantly grumbling “stop looking up at me like that,” because it makes his heart explode.

Uses you as an armrest when he’s standing next to you—totally subconsciously.

Picks you up without warning to move you out of the way, then gets flustered when you squeak.

Refuses to admit it, but he loves when you cling to his sleeve because you can’t reach his hand properly.

Will absolutely glare at anyone who teases your height. Only he’s allowed to.

Lets you sit on his lap when you’re tired because it’s “efficient,” not because he likes it (he does).

Always walks slightly slower so you can keep up, even though he claims he’s “just not in a rush.”

Forehead kisses. He’ll deny them, but they happen. A lot.

If you hug him around the waist, he melts instantly and pretends he doesn’t.

Midoriya

Thinks your height is adorable and accidentally rambles about it.

Bends down immediately to meet your eye level without even realizing he’s doing it.

Keeps notes in his journal about how to best hold your hand comfortably.

Gets flustered when you tiptoe to kiss him—he finds it impossibly cute.

LOVES hugging you because you fit perfectly against his chest.

Will carry things for you without question because he worries about you reaching high shelves.

Blushes hard when you ask him to pick you up (he absolutely will).

Always offers his arm when walking, even if you don’t need it.

Feels very protective when you’re in a crowd and keeps you close.

Constant gentle praise: “You’re so cute,” “You’re amazing,” “You’re perfect just like this.”

Shoto

Quietly amused by how small you are compared to him.

Tilts his head down to listen to you, giving you his full attention.

Uses his height to shield you from wind or crowds without saying a word.

Lets you use him to warm your hands during winter.

Loves resting his chin on your head when you’re standing together.

Picks you up effortlessly and holds you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Softly smiles when you complain about not reaching things—then gets it for you.

Forehead kisses are his favorite form of affection.

If you fall asleep leaning on him, he won’t move until you wake up.

Thinks you fit perfectly against him, like you were made to be there.

Thank you so much for the request @wigglymushroom! And thank you so much for reading! Sorry it's so short! 🩷

[4pp135]

you slid the door to your room open slowly, padding through the cold tiles with a burning hot mug of water and pills you had picked up from the local pharmacy near-by while returning from work.

he was sleeping, ofcourse he was. with the AC all the way up to it's highest setting and the curtains shoved closed like he was a century year old vampire allergic to the warmth of the sun.

he hadn't had his breakfast, ignored his lunch, and barely even picked at the dinner you spent so long making entirely clogged nose friendly.

you knew dabi tended to get cranky at times, or all of them for that matter— but right now, he was just being inconsiderate. you had been losing sleep because of the raspy coughs he'd let out after every fifteen seconds each night. and dabi had to stay under his well-contaminated blanket, pretending he was fine and that he could just sneeze it through.

“wake up.” you hushed, setting the mug down on the bed-side table before running your free hand through dabi's scalp before bringing it to his forehead.

he groaned, then coughed, pulling the covers over him tighter.

“this will help you get better.” you persisted, hovering the pills over him as if the weird clinic smell latched onto them would allure him.

dabi didn't know the contents of what was in those pills. but he trusted you enough to not poison him, after he stopped being very much a dick recently atleast.

“no,” dabi's voice is distorted, with his words all over the place, “why are you giving them to me anyways?”

you click your tounge, settling yourself further onto your bed— “baby, this is medicine.”

“why did you take the time do bring them for me? i don't need shit.” he breathes out, adjusting his weight as he pushes himself to the headboard.

“because.. i want you to get better, touya.” that brushes over something within him. not dabi, not baby— or whatever corny name you fish out.

all the times he's gotten sick, which he barely keeps record of, nobody's even thought about knocking on his door for something as small as a salutation.

but now, here you are.

even after all the things he's hurled out, after all the blood that's been smeared across the fingers you're slotting your owns through right now. and that alone makes him sicker than any flu he's caught after his affairs with the outside.

“and i care about you. i want you to get better.” you smile, trying to fill the quite that had just seemingly dawned between the tiny space you both had put amongst yourself.

his fingers reaches out to touch you, to hold you, to kiss your worries away and assure you that he would be alright— but they fall back almost instantly, like he isn't sure if the affection you had so dearly kept out is even meant for somebody like him.

you lean in, and he nudges his face away.

“I can't fucking get you sick., don't be stupid.”

“tell me that when you'll claw at my insides at night to cuddle you then.” you huff.

“it's not even cuddling, just body heat sharing.”

and for now, he'll swallow as many pills as he can take— for the kisses to come quicker. but he probably won't aswell, just for you to care for him like that again.

a/n: phew just barely pulled this out of my ass guys 😭 i really wanna get back into writing.

[snowpeta1ls]

Shoto with a crush ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Fem!reader

✦ Shoto knew he thought of you differently than everybody else, he just didn’t know it was a crush.

✦ He finds himself staring at you a LOT. And whenever you make eye contact with him his heart flutters and he feels his cheeks get hot. He thinks it’s probably just a quirk malfunction though… oh he’s so painfully dense.

✦ It was actually his siblings that figured it for him one night. They were eating dinner together and he was talking about you for the millionth time that week. Eventually Fuyumi says “ Shoto, you talk about her a lot. Like….a lot.” And that’s when Natsuo said “ Oooohhh. Is our little brother in loveeeee?”

✦ That’s when it really clicked for him. And he finally noticed just how bad he had it for you.

✦ If your name is brought up in conversation he sighs to himself dreamily. Most of the time he doesn’t realize he’s doing it but he’s painfully obvious.

✦ He finds little ways to make contact with you. One day while studying in the library together he kept sliding his hand closer to yours, thinking he was being subtle. Of course you noticed and took his hand and you could feel his racing pulse just by holding it.

✦ He tries to complement you but he gets entirely tongue tied. It just comes out as “ You…ah…you look very…efficient—no-I mean you look…um…very pretty today.”

✦ pretty soon it gets to a point where his siblings are dying to meet you, so you come over for dinner, and they absolutely adore you. They also get a kick out of seeing how Shoto is around you in real life. He’s blushing ever so slightly the whole time. Fuyumi decides to tell you everything, how he talks about you constantly and how he smiles softly to himself when someone says your name. It really melts your heart.

✦ Shoto just sits there whisper shouting “ Fuyumi, that’s ENOUGH.” but she don’t listen one bit. He covers his face with his hand and you can see his ears are burning red through his hair.

✦ You help with the dishes in the kitchen and Shoto avoids eye contact the whole time… Eventually when you have to go he takes you outside to his front yard. “ Sorry about…them. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” He says, and he still won’t look at you.

✦ And that’s when you softly kiss his cheek and tell him goodnight.

✦ He’s left standing there for a while, touching his cheek where you kissed him. He starts smiling to himself and thinking she’s an angel…. and he starts to rock on his heels, absolutely melting on the inside.

✦ His siblings were watching the entire thing, saying “ HE’S SO GROWN UP NOW. AWWWWWE. LITTLE BRO.” it’s the cutest thing they’ve ever seen.

(( A/N: Lovesick Shoto my Shayla ))

[shoyodon]

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.

-

(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)

((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))

[tojisno1g00ner]

。. ˚　ೀ upperclassman!bakugou who’s known for his petulant edge and good looks—adored by your fellow first years for his heroic part in the war. Thick crowds of girls would frequent the hallway of Class 2-A, squealing when they catch sight of Todoroki or Bakugou-senpai. Fan clubs form and group chats are spammed with secretly taken pictures of the handsome heroes.

Ever the uncouth brute, Bakugou always has a knack of chasing away annoying fangirls with an ugly scowl or baleful threats to blow up their face. He couldn’t care less if another one of them runs from him while sobbing into their palms when he gets to have his peace.

Izuku and the others are always telling him to be gentler with his ways, softening the blow of humiliation or whatever. But he’s firm in his belief that they shouldn’t be chasing people around if they’re not ready to face the possibility of a harsh rejection. They know who they’re dealing with anyway—he’s the King Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

。. ˚　ೀ crushing on upperclassman!bakugou came like the swift spark of a fresh flame. If it was a taste, it would be sour; like sucking on the flesh of a vinegared plum. The feelings unfurl through your nerves and eventually your heart like a fueled fire. You could squeeze your eyes or curl your body but the tingles are there, claiming the back of your mind.

You were meant to book one of the campus’s private training room; coincidentally passing past a room occupied by the infamous Bakugou. The door was ajar, swung open from the blows of his explosion. The wind hitting your face was warm, goosebumps lining across your skin like scales as you watched him—sweat sliding down his nose bridge. His eyebrows were not tense for once, his chest heaving as he grabbed his trembling left arm.

Neither of you had intended for so—but you caught the fragment of Bakugou Katsuki’s unveiled self. Still figuring out the odd unfamiliarity of his healing arm, unsure and not the perfect figure of victory. Yet his shadows were firm of passion and mettle.

He seemed like a fighter of perseverance; he stood so steady you’d believe anything he says.

。. ˚　ೀ chasing after upperclassman!bakugou was a battle of stubbornness. He thought you were like the heat of a humid summer. Always there, chilled only if he begrudgingly gives in to you. You began following him around the school begging him to train with you. Yelling and glowers didn’t work on you, and you’d always return with that cheeky grin asking the same damn question. “Train with me, please! Senpai!”

He only agreed when you swore you won’t give him a disappointing fight. Bakugou would later step out the training room the victor of multiple rounds and the bearer of a few fresh bruises. He’d occasionally let you drag him to train since then.

You saw him as the vast night sky—the stars of his acknowledgment winking at you was like a power up in times where you struggled.

He was a hero with a proven licence; he was also a hero with the proven flutters in your chest. A symbol of a tenacious warrior you’d silently rely on with a flickering spirit.

You fell in love with his spirit, the very one he’s been honing ever since he saw Izuku in All Might’s flesh and costume. In the same way, Bakugou eventually became accustomed to your presence—he knew you were always chasing after his light. The sparks in your eyes when you look at him, the quietly ameliorated moves when he blocked your attacks and his name echoing through the hallways when you yell for him. Until your hits are steadier and you see the same blaze of his in yourself, he waits for you to burn next to him. Where he’s not the lone hero and you are too.