Warnings: None, this is a Fluff fic. The reader is also gender neutral. Bakugo is aged up though, they are no longer U.A. Students. A Reader who doesn’t take shit.
Summary: Bakugo is getting incredibly Jealous as a certain someone continues to eye you up. Unable to control his Jealousy he drags you away and to a corner to ravage you.
Word Count: 1 396
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The crowds are dense as you move through the thick mass of bodies. Soft apologies being thrown as you bump into, what feels like, a million people. Right now, You and your boyfriend, Bakugo, are currently half jogging down the pavement. You're on your way to the very first Hero convention being held by U.A and you’re bursting with excitement. Bakugo’s excitement is simmering beneath the surface, he has a scowl on his face but you know him well enough to know he’s excited to see All Might, after leaving U.A.. The paths are completely packed by strangers and students alike. U.A. is buzzing with life.
However, Your excitable pace matched with the bustling crowd makes it hard for Bakugo to keep up. He’s trailing behind you at a jagged pace as you dart through the crowd.
“Oi, wait a second”, he shouts at you.
You glance over your shoulder at Bakugo who has fallen a little too far behind. You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling a bit guilty. You are well aware that perhaps you are moving a bit too fast but there’s a hero you really want to see. They’re your Idol. But some idiot decided to put their section on the complete opposite side of campus.
Right now, Bakugo’s speed just isn’t cutting it.
As Bakugo catches up, you decide move to the side, where it's quieter. You walk along the brick wall and notice as Bakugo’s mood continues to sour. Is it because you’re moving too fast? Does he not want to see your idol? A wave of anxiety and annoyance hits you all at once, unsure of what to make of the situation. Your excitement dies a little. You don’t want to deal with boyfriend issues.
Your footsteps begin to slow. You turn to watch Bakugo, however, to your surprise, he’s not paying attention to you. His line of sight is directed elsewhere. You look to where he’s currently death glaring and make eye-contact with Monoma. His blonde hair has been combed to the side. His grey eyes light up slightly as he smiles at you. He waves.
You smile and raise your hand in greeting. However before you wave, Bakugo suddenly appears behind you. One hand laces into your raised one, other hand landing landing on your hip. Monoma stops dead in his tracks as Bakugo drags you away, and rounds a corner, shoving you into an alleyway. He pushes you against the wall, trapping you between his strong arms. He leans in. His breaths are ragged. He smells musky, but the faint smell of burning sugar lets you know he’s activated his quirk. His jealousy has him practically frothing before you. He’s so close you can feel his short breaths fanning against your lips. Sparks are literally flying.
And he’s diving forward. Two lips meeting. His presence engulfs you. You’re drowning in his sweet taste. Bakugo pushes you flat against your back. He’s pinning you against the wall, you’re stuck, flush against him. He’s hot. Very hot. Your lips are dancing against each other as he devours you. Your tongues fight each other for dominance, but Bakugo’s anger has you caving into him. You let him take the lead as he completely dominates the space between you.
He pulls away, but stays close. He places a kiss on your forehead before moving to rest his head on your shoulder. He takes his arms off the wall and wraps them around your waist.
Suddenly, the angry chihuahua has receded into himself. Too embarrassed to look at you while you desperately try to catch your breath. You bring your arms up to hug him.
“Babe, what are you doing?” you ask, breathlessly. Bakugo, is normally not one for any sort of PDA, sometimes, he won’t even hold your hand. You’ve become rather accustomed to it seeing as Lord Explosion Murder melts into your hands when alone at home. Never in a million years would you expect him to drag you away during an incredibly busy convention to kiss you silly in a barely hidden corner.
Bakugo’s head is currently buried into your shoulder. Upon hearing your question he turns his head and places a shy peck to your neck.
He mumbles, “I’m sorry, I got jealous.”
Jealous? He’s Jealous?
“Of Monoma?”, you ask aloud.
Bakugo’s head immediately shoots up, as if in sudden denial. His red eyes are bursting with rage.
“That Extra was being way too cocky, eyeing you up like that!”
“He waved”
“AND HE WAVED!!”
“That’s really not what I meant”, you say.
“Is it such a big deal? Monoma and I are just friends”, you ask.
“Is he aware that you’re just friends!?”
Feeling your anger suddenly flare, you blurt out, “I’m not seeing the issue Bakugou. Can I not have male friends? What if I’m also into girls too? Should I now delete Momo’s number?”
Bakugo looks like he’s about to spit fire. His mouth opens to protest but no words come out. He huffs. He looks to the sky. He better not be asking for patience, as far as you’re concerned, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the one who should be asking for patience. It’s not like you told Monoma that you were single with an open bedroom door. You barely had the chance to wave at him.
“No”, he says reluctantly, “No, you’re right. I think I might’ve blown up a bit. But that extra is always eyeing you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Love. It’s more that I don't like looking at his sleazy face sending you looks as if he has a chance.”
You laugh. Bakugo’s anger has risen significantly, his scowl is baring teeth. But God Damn you, if he’s not the most adorable you’ve ever seen him. Despite his rising anger you can see he’s really trying his best to calm down and remain calm. It’s not really working. You imagine that Monoma’s head is currently roasting on a spit in his head. Your chuckles begin to subside at his confused expression. His face is the picture of innocence.
You reach forward to grab him, pulling him into a hug. His hard body presses against your own. Despite Bakugo’s initial confusion he wraps his arms around you anyway. You couldn’t believe that he would go so far because he’s jealous. Bakugo isn’t exactly reserved but he is often reluctant to show affection. Most people are still unaware you’re even dating. He prefers to remain in his own world.
“Babe”, you say, “It’s okay to be jealous. I know I would probably bury anybody who thought they could flirt with you, but maybe next time, just tell me. I would rather you tell me, instead of going ape shit.”
You lean up and place your lips on his. This kiss is softer, it lacks the original aggression and desperation but it still feels heated. Possibly, everything that has anything to do with Bakugo, will always feel heated. This man sets the world on fire, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You pull away and move to the entrance of the alleyway. There you have a clear view of Monoma who looks over. He glares at Bakugo and looks at you with a look that simply says, “I’ll kill him if you want,”
You shake your head. Men are so hormonal. Instead you turn back to Bakugo and place your hand on his cheek, rising onto your tippy toes, you peck his lips. You make sure Monoma has a clear view.
Bakugo’s face completely whitens at your bold public display of affection. His surprise reflects on Monomas face as well. Good, that solves that problem.
You reach for Bakugo’s hand and begin to drag him away. His face is still white. His expression is still hollow. His brain is probably still processing. It’s hard to believe that this is the man who was so bold not even 5 minutes ago.
“Eh?”
You giggle up at him. Adorable.
“You know, Babe”, You say, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so jealous if you kept up with me.”
With both hands entwined you break into a sprint. Bakugo’s face finally cracks a smile as he runs beside you.
Housewife Luther is a nice thought... But so is gentle, world explorer Luther.
He's been locked away most his life. And he's only seen some locations around the world for combat issues. Once he goes to an old mission spot on the other side of the world, he notices just how different things look in this perspective.
"Wow.. The leaning tower of pisa looks soooo close to tipping over..! I never noticed when we were fighting those robot henchmen 15 years ago.."
daesoo sighed as a gentle smile adorned his lips. “freezing? how could you possibly have such little body heat to survive when you have all these blankets,” he lightly teased, taking sunni’s hand into his before playfully crawling on top of the other and the blankets. “there. what if i were like this? surely you would be warm and snug. you can’t move, so you have to go back to sleep,” he continued, pressing kisses to sunni’s jaw.
Imagine Jimin's has been stressing over asking Jungkook out on a date for like 3 years (lol) now. Jimin always backs out the last second and it's getting crazy. One day Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok all went to go get Chinese cause they were hungry. Once they're done Hoseok goes to the bathroom while jikook open their fortune cookies. Jungkook giggles at his own Jimin think he is so cute and wants to confess again. However instead of saying anything he opens his cookie. "Do it" that's all it says and Jimin nods in determination. "Jungkook." Jimin calls out making Jungkook look up. Jimin swallows as he grips the fortune tightly in his hands "I was thinking that... you might want to go...out...on a date? With me?" Jungkook stares at him wide eye before he breaks into a smile and moves to sit next to him. " I would love to!" Jungkook cheers as he wraps his arms around Jimin's and lays his head on the blushing boys shoulder. Jungkook giggles as he snuggles closer to Jimin. "My fortune came true." "Huh?" Jimin asks and Jungkook just shows the paper to him. 'What you have been wishing for will come true'
Request: “ Hey I'm a really new follower but I like your writing a lot♥️ anywho- since requests are open- I just went through a messy breakup litteraly 3 hours ago and I just want comfort lmao idrc which character (idk who to choose I'm sorry) but shigaraki is probably my fav MHA character if that helps”
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
Summary: After ending your long term relationship you return back to headquarters feeling terrible. You probably look worse. All you want to do os avoid everyone and hide away but Shigaraki sees you and offers a comforting Shoulder to cry on.
Warnings: None, Fluff fic. Soft!Shigaraki
A/N: I hope this Fic came out the way you wanted it to and that you’re feeling better.
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Why?
That was the only thought turning in your head the whole way back to Base.
Why did it end?
Why did it go Wrong?
Why did it have to hurt?
Nausea crawled up your throat and made you dizzy. Head spinning you reached forward to open the door. Inside the base, it was empty. Not a single soul was milling around. Perfect. You didn’t need Dabi’s jokes or Toga’s pity. And as appreciated as it would probably be, you didn’t want Twice’s awkward attempts to make you feel better either. You want to crawl up into a ball. You want to hide away for a week. Drown in your sorrow and mourn for the dead relationship.
You want to disappear. Possibly forever. Your heart clenches at the idea. You will not see them anymore and if you do, what kind of terrible encounter would it lead to?
The sound of creaking hinges draws your attention and you pause. You’re standing before your door, ready to open it and bury yourself in blankets and tissues. Your eyes are still red from crying. You sniffle.
“Y/N?”
His rough voice echoes down the hall. A fool. You feel like a damned fool. As a new recruit, the last thing you want is Shigaraki to see you in such a sorry state but his words send a shiver through you. All he uttered was your name, but it rolled off his tongue delicately.
Your heart squeezes as you turn around. Shigaraki stands at the end of the hallway. His gaze seemed to study you from head to toe. His eyes wandering over your arms and legs as if he’s looking for something. As if inspecting for some kind of clue as to why you are crying. He’s dressed in a surprisingly casual manner. Jeans and an old T-shirt, no hands in sight. His pale blue hair hangs loose around his face, strands of hair fall across his eyes. His hair looks soft, you want to wrap your fingers around it and find out just how soft.
“What happened?” he asks. His normally cool manner is disturbed. His eyes narrow and fists clench at his sides. The bite in his voice surprises you.
You don’t know if you should tell him. The situation feels private and he’s your boss. Your personal affairs shouldn’t concern him. Does he even care or is he simply being polite?
But you have no one to talk to. The pain swelling in your chest needed some form of release and so you couldn’t help but want to let the dam burst. Tell him your sorrows and woes. A small part of your mind urged you to do it, urged you to trust him. So, you do.
You tell him everything. You let out all your worries and regrets. You tell him about your failed relationship. The highs. The Lows. Eventually you tell him why you broke up. You tell him the details that you originally weren’t supposed to. You even tell him how insecure you feel about it. Your sudden doubt about whether or not the relationship should’ve ended has been clawing at you since you saw them turn tail and leave.
Shigaraki listens in quiet contemplation. He moves to lean on the wall but his eyes do not stray from your figure. In this hallway you feel like an idiot. Snot and Tears running down your face You’re currently dumping all your baggage on the man you’ve known for, what? Three weeks?
But the ball’s rolling and everything is spilling out in a mess. A jumbled mass of words broken up by your occasional hiccups and wailings. A small part of you tells you to stop, to remember that this is your boss and he doesn’t give a shit. The larger part, the one that needs to vent, doesn’t give a shit either so you don’t stop. Your frustration pour out like a raging river until it eventually trickles to a stream.
When you’re done, there is nothing but silence. It stretches out between the two of you. The awkwardness of the situation finally hitting you. He feels miles away and now you feel silly. Shame burns on your cheeks as you realize what you’ve done.
“Are you done now?” Shigraki asks.
You nod. He doesn’t hesitate before righting himself and striding towards you. You Panic but don’t move, you have no idea what he’s thinking but the idea of being kicked out of the league scares you. The invasive thought slams into you and you wish you could eat your words and act as if nothing happened. Your eyes remain attached to his. He moves closer and you attempt to stutter out an apology but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel stupid. Ashamed even.
However, Shigaraki does something unexpected. His right arm grips onto your wrist and he tugs you towards him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he’s engulfed you. His soft warmth envelops you and your tears surge forward again. You sniffle against him and try to push away.
“Your shirt-”, you attempt to warm him. Shigaraki only laughs before dragging you back into the safety of his arms. You place your head on his chest as he rests his chin on your head. Your sobs subside as he gently strokes your hair. His fingers comb through it, every once in a while he twirls a lock of your hair through his fingers. Despite the oddity of the situation you close your eyes. You want to savour this moment of comfort.
“Don’t worry about my shirt.”, his voice is surprisingly smooth. Like honey.
You don’t want to move and he doesn’t push you away. It appears that he will not move until you do. You breathe in his warm scent, as you begin to take slow calming breaths. Surprisingly he smells strongly of deodorant but it isn’t unpleasant. You revel in the warmth, feeling safe. Eventually you pull away slightly and he reluctantly lets you move away. Both Hands remain on your waist, keeping you close to him. His chest only a breath away and you’re tempted to dive back into the warmth all over again.
His warm eyes stare into your soul. The red accompanied by shades of bronze and gold. His eyes are glinting like precious jewels.
“Thank You”, you say.
He smiles and raises his gloved fingers to push your hair to the side. His hand does not move away though, instead he allows it to rest on your cheek.
“Whatever happens, I am here for you” he says, “It may not feel better today or tomorrow, but you are strong enough to recover from this. You’re part of the League for a reason.”
He pats your head before finally letting you go. He turns around to walk back down the hall. You want to call out to him. Tell him to stay and hug you again. You want to latch onto him and possibly spend the night together drowning in one another. He didn’t laugh or make fun of you. He listened intently and then hugged you. It was so unexpected of someone considered so vile.
Before turning the corner he shouts back, “We’ll have a movie night today. Come out of your room later.”
You can only nod silently as he disappears as if he can see you. His heat is already being missed.
You think you will join them for that movie later.
【 ♛ ; 𝓓elicately, he pet her hair, compelled by its silky texture. It was like every microscopic atom of her was beautiful and made for him. He could stare at her for hours on end, lost in the curves and lines of her body.
He’s not good a gentle. His love is smothering, all- envelopping, obsessive, possessive, and mostly brutal. But with her, he doesn’t have to worry about hurting her, Ares knows she can handle it–she can take all of him, and adores his flaws as if they were features.
He blinks slowly, not wanting to look at anything else but her.
❝ Has anybody told you that you’re beautiful lately? Because, gods… You’re really fucking pretty. ❞
