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I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules).
Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!
Summary:You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring?
Warnings:18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Word Count:40.1k.(I’m sorry)
The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.
This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.
not a spoiler free reblog so don’t read if you don’t want anything spoiled!! but go read it now, it’s so worth it i
don’t think ANYONE!!! can understand how much this single piece fueled me. it was so good??? the reason why the reader is in so much debt, how nasty and downright wicked Shindou is? he is such a good villain and Jo definitely serves him justice. i love how much of a softie Bakugou is under his hard demeanor. betting his whole fight club on the match to pay off reader’s debt??? how he kept repeating he’d do anything for them? ugh my freaking heart. it’s so wicked in depth (i mean, 40k of plot building with delicious smut) but the theme itself, underground fight club, just itches such a good spot in my brain i can’t even describe it!! plus, while being “seedy,” Bakugou still plays fair, takes care of all his fighters while still being an absolute badass? he fucking got stabbed and was still only caring about reader? i’m head over heels in love. this will be something i come back to time and time again
jo, truly thank you for this masterpiece. i am in awe of how lovely a writer you are and will forever be jealous of how you can write so much and have every single word create such a powerful impact. truly incredible!
Warnings: female reader, pet names used (princess, babe), spanking threatened, swearing protective Bakugou, pregnancy, food cravings, puking mentioned, pouty reader (I have baby fever for some reason, idk why)
Waking up in the morning determined to eat something to satisfy your pregnancy cravings since being sick all the time was starting to piss you off, you were adamant that there was something in the house that you could eat without taking an immediate trip to the bathroom.
Except there wasn’t.
And Katsuki comes home to find you curled up on that sofa with a huge pout, surrounded by tissues because you’d been watching a sad film and a pile by take out menus on your lap. You were sat in one of his huge t-shirts, it barely covered your legs, and some fluffy socks with Dynamight logo on them that you bought (read: stole) from the official merchandise at his office.
“What the fuck?”
“Katsuki!” You turned and jutted out your bottom lip, exaggerating the pout even more. “I’m hungry, but there’s nothing to eat.”
After putting the heavy and dangerous parts of his hero costume away, planting a soft kiss on your head and then your protruding tummy, he walks over to the fridge shaking his head in amusement.
“I’ll make ya somethin’, we went shopping yesterday so the fridge has… absolutely nothing.” He turns to you, confused as heck with a frown on his face. “What the fuck, princess?”
sum: you know all that love stuff makes bakugo sick… too bad all your dates keep being ruined by it.
a/n:born of a poll i did last summer, when someone suggested i write something about how bakugo would propose… and then when i thought about it, couldn’t decide how. i still can’t believe it took me so long to finish… so i’m happy that i’m finally able to give it to the world (and to that person, wherever they may be).
also, literally thank you so, SO much to my beta readers @pluviophile-imagines+@phen0l … i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am for them!!! truly lifesavers and so thoughtful and kind and SOOOOOOO TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! they deserve all the love <333
warning: SFW, angst with a happy ending, bakugo literally just refuses to talk about his feelings, miscommunications, genderneutral except use of petnames like “babe,” + “baby…” + ask to tag!
(read on ao3here - coming soon!)
enjoy!
Smoke floods the screen; big billows of charcoal gray and black smothering the world with ash. Sky in the background, the sun hangs in a defeated glaze, overpowered with a blooming darkness that swirls in tandem with the clouds.
From the haze, a torn costume makes itself known; orange and green uniting in the form of steel cut shoulders and wide sprawling Xs. A single, large gauntlet adorning a wrist that’s attached to an equally as intimidating bicep, the other fist clenched tightly in the loops of a belt…
Bakugo appears…
… and the camera that is recording almost shakes in excitement.
He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great.
“Dynamight!” an interviewer yells, animatedly, bubbly, running into the frame from somewhere off screen. The man has a wide, toothy smile that bounces between the camera and Bakugo’s face, and he catches up with a noticeable puff of air. “So glad I caught you, spare a minute for a couple questions?”
Bakugo grunts, the camera zooming in on him wiping soot off his sweat-streaked face. He nods, one single strike of his chin downward, but nonetheless continues to make his way through the rubble that takes up the rest of the crime-scene-turned-battleground. The interviewer, still beaming, jogs alongside him without breaking a sweat.
“What an amazing battle, sir!” His voice is cheery and unbothered, stiff with a practiced perfection that only a trained TV anchor would have.
Bakugo grunts again.
“What is this?” he says. “Your 79th consecutive win this year?”
“80th.”
The interviewer ignores the mistake.
“We need to celebrate! What sounds good to ol’ Murder God Dynamight?”
“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Bakugo corrects once more. The words also go unnoticed with a spritely blink and uncanny smile.
“And to think, this venue was for weddings, too…”
There’s a pregnant pause, Bakugo’s booted foot halting in the air, his once neutral-if-not-undetectably-peeved expression now falling stiff with eyebrows twitching.
“Say, we all know you have a special someone back at home,” the interviewer declares, eyes lighting up as his grin visibly grows. “You have for quite a while now. Any plans on tying the knot soon?”
The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.
Ahhh Caitie! You had be captivated already with the first few lines!
He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great.
When you said “meant to be great” I felt it!! This is the image the world sees- the Dynamight everyone knows but it’s like they forget the man beneath?
The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.
Omg I’m laughing so hard, just imagining Bakugou absolutely despising reporters at the best of times but the moment they ask about his love life? He’s out-
“No! It just fucking… It ruined… God.”
CAITIE I’M SCREAMING! The hiking— because he loves hiking and then the view and everything omg bless his poor heart I wanna sob.
“I was thinking about it, anyway,” you say, your own hand moving to rest on top of his, “and doesn’t a hiking proposal seem stupid, anyway?”
OMG we’re trying to make him feel better but we made it worse poor baby.
Deku gets on one knee and Bakugo tears himself from your arms.
CAITIE OMG YOU’RE BULLYING HIM SO BAD bless him. You know how hard it would be for him to plan one proposal and now look at him
OMG AND THE ANNIVERSARY?! Only Bakugou could have luck this bad.
“Fucking hell, baby,” his face pinches as he storms around the table to wrap himself around where you sit. “You’re so dumb.”
I LOVE ONE MAN. Omg him calling us names
THE ENDING!!! I’m screeching. That was so fucking perfect. The way he fucking would as well I’m obsessed!!! And you know that would be the only thing he says to the reporter before he trudges off and then he breaks the internet.
I just love the way you describe Bakugou and his personality like it’s so identical to how I think he’d act and feel so I love reading the way you characterise him. You get him so spot on. This was sooooo good!
I genuinely cannot get the idea of Kiri being a girl dad out of my head and I wrote this in 15 minutes. Not proof read. Please enjoy.
Girl Dad Kiri
He would be the best dad ever as it is but when he finds out you’re having a girl he can’t help the flow of happy tears that pour from his eyes. Something about having a little one around and the hope of her being exactly like you fills him with so much joy.
You always told him that you wanted your first to be a boy but you’re happy nonetheless to experience something like this with him. He’s so reassuring that everything will be okay and that you guys will be the best team to raise your daughter.
He’s so gentle and so affectionate with you, especially once you start showing. He can’t keep his hands off of you and your little baby bump. Something about seeing you with a swollen belly, carrying his baby, makes his heart skip a beat. He’s always offering to help you up, help you sit or lay down. Always has one hand on your belly and the other on your lower back or grasped in your hand.
Stands behind you while you cook dinner, fingers interlaced as he holds you from behind. Kissing the crook of your neck. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help? You shouldn’t be on your feet, I don’t want your back to get sore. By the way, have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
“Eiji, I’m okay.” You reassure him. “Plus you know you can’t cook anyway.” You smile at him as his chin rests on your shoulder. Earning a soft laugh from behind you. Leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Of course he agreed that you’ll always be the better cook and he can’t wait for his baby girl to learn from the best. Hoping that she’ll share the same love for cooking and baking as you do. He dreams of watching his soon to be favorite girls in the kitchen while he gets to try everything the two of you come up with. He’d definitely join in as the two of you playfully throw flour at him while making his favorite baked goods.
He doesn’t really do any research because he feels like he was meant to be a dad, besides he has you. Kind of freaks out and forgets things when you’re ready to go into labor but it’s hard to be upset with him by the wide toothy grin and gentle eyes of adoration spread across his face.
Let’s you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to while he sits behind you and tells you how great you’re doing. Always reminding you to breathe and that it’ll all be okay.
Once your baby girl finally gets here, he’s so eager to hold her. Scared he might crush her because of his size, but he’s so in love already that he can’t help himself.
Definitely cries when he sees her in your arms for the first time. He can’t help but let the tears flow as he looks at his beautiful little family. The family you gave him.
You’ve made all of his dreams come true and he couldn’t be more ecstatic when you tell him you want to try for another. How could he possibly tell you no? The idea of a growing family always made his heart swell in his chest.
You’re so hard on yourself after you try and try and try for a boy after having your third girl.
“Eiji, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just want to give you a boy. I want you to have someone that embodies you. I want you to have that connection” you tell him.
“Honestly, another girl couldn’t make me happier. It’s one more reason I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have you” He’d tell you. “One more reason for me to do everything I can to protect you. All of you. Even if we did try again I would still hope for a girl and I would still hope she’d be exactly like you.”
He would definitely teach them that even girls can be strong. Definitely takes them to the gym and puts them through training when they’re old and capable enough. Is definitely the best sports dad ever if that’s what they’re interested in.
He’s so supportive of everything and he continues to thank you for giving him the perfect family. He truly could not have asked for more and if you wanted, he would happily continue to build a family until your hearts content. He can’t get enough of having a being that is half of him and half of you running around.
Even with having 4 kids running around, he never forgets to pay attention to you. Continues to be very affectionate , even in front of your daughters. Always complimenting you on how you look. Makes jokes about you being a milf. All your daughters roll their eyes and tell their dad he’s gross and to take those comments elsewhere. He can’t help but throw it back in their face jokingly and say “don’t temp me or we might just end up with another one of you around the house if that happens.”
You can’t help but laugh and tell your kids that they shouldn’t settle for a man any less that what their father is like. Because he truly is the best husband and the best girl dad.
Just imagining big, pro-hero Kirishima holding his newborn baby has my ovaries exploding. This was so frigging cute I love
i wanna smush my face against katsu’s, just so squished he can’t open one of his eyes and the scruff on his face is digging into your cheek and it’s a little itchy. every word he says bites through his cheek and vibrates into your jaw. corner of his mouth pressed into yours, attempts at blinks are his long eyelashes tickling your face.
a/n: hi hi hi! it’s been forever since i’ve written something and it felt so good to get this out. the jealousy aspect of the relationship is obviously dramatized for the smut. pay attention to red flags in ur personal relationships! i hope you enjoy! my requests are open <3
The flashes of cameras as the door to the limousine opened were immediate.
For a moment, Tamaki was thankful that you were sitting closest to the door. He watched you step out, careful to accept the hand of the driver and make sure your heel was planted firmly on the ground before rising. He had to think through every second of motion he made to prevent an accident or making a fool out of himself; as he saw the light flicker off the sequins of your dress, he wondered if you had to do the same- or if the gracefulness you carried in your movements was just included in the irrevocable marvel that was you.
“(Y/L/N), over here, over here!” The paparazzi yelled out for your attention as Tamaki tottered his way to your side, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh in relief as you laced your hand through the bend in his arm. Even in his mid-twenties he still hadn’t found comfort in any form of public emergence… you were the only thing that grounded him, but especially so tonight.
You had been off in America for nearly a month with your agency, taking workshops, keeping up appearances as you were being called one of the new Pro-Heroes to keep eyes on. It was nearly two years after graduating with your class from UA High, but still, you were making waves in the Hero scene all around the world alongside your agency partner, who you had grown up with and now worked with- Mezo Shouji.
Tamaki didn’t dislikeShouji. How could he? He was one of the most respectable people he had ever met, even while going through school years. There was no denying that he was a good friend to you, as well- there were no signs pointing otherwise. You had been dating Tamaki for almost seven years now and while there were mishaps he comforted you through with your other friends, nothing ever went astray when it came to your multi-limbed agency partner. There was nothing to hate.
Well… maybe one thing.
You spend so much time with him.
It nearly had Tamaki itching at this point. He understood the insane schedule of a hero as he lived the life himself, just in a different agency. Time together was sparse, so when you had it, you had to make the most of it, especially now that you were back from such a long trip. The anxiety he felt bubble in his stomach as he watched you be whisked away for pictures with Shouji annoyed him beyond coherent thought. What was the point of getting so upset over this?
He tried to reason with himself while he stood off to the side, sometimes taking pictures with Kirishima and Togata as they passed, sometimes answering questions for reporters that he wished would just walk away. He trusted you, he loved you more than anything, and he genuinely considered Shouji a close friend at this point. Still… when his pointy ears perked up at the sound of compliments towards you and him, he wondered if he was going to be sick.
“You two look sogood together! Can we get another pose?” One of the reporters chirped, holding her camera up as you and Shouji stood in another position for her. He didn’t realize he was zoning out until he felt Mirio’s hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his reverie.
“Relax, Tamaki, we’ll be out of here soon! Wanna start walking up?” Always positive and alwayshaving his back, Tamaki was thankful that Mirio saw his clenched fists and dark eyes as general anxiety and notshooting arrows into the hand- hands?- that Shouji had currently gripping your hip.
Giving a short nod in response, Tamaki and Mirio began their trek inside the building, all the while Tamaki prayed for this night to just be over.
***
He learned quickly that it was far from over.
If anything could go wrong that night, it seemed to happen. He got to sit next to you for the awards, but Shouji was on the other side of you. This was normal, Tamaki kept reassuring himself. You two were nominated for an award together, which symbolized the best duo currently in the field. You won, of course, and while Tamaki was so fuckingproud of you, he couldn’t help but feel that same twinge of jealousy. You looked so beautiful in the dress you were wearing, and all night he could feel his cock straining against his slacks in response. He hadn’t been able to touch you in weeks…and that was allShouji was doing tonight.
Little did he know, you were completely aware of how he was feeling. Jealousy wasn’t a new feeling for Tamaki, and you were both very open to each other communication wise. Judging by the way he was groping you in the back of the limo on the way to the gala, you knew you were in for it already. Tamaki tended to take a lot of emotion out during sex, knowing that what he couldn’t possibly describe with words, he could show through actions. Would it hurt to… encourage that kind of roughness? You didn’t think so, fueling your own desires and setting yourself out to be the thing Tamaki couldn’t take his eyes off of all night.
After the awards, you focused on the little things. Reaching out to touch Shouji’s arm when you laughed at something he would say, or pressing your ass against Tamaki’s boner and pulling his arms to lace around your chest to make it look like a normal, sweet gesture.
The sharp intake of his breath was enough for you to know you hit a nerve.
“Careful, bunny.” Tamaki whispered in your ear, rocking forward against your ass just slightly and raising goosebumps across your skin. “I’d be more compassionate if you want that dress,” His hand trailed up your chest, his thumb sticking out to trace the fast-pulsing vein in your neck, “to still be in one piece by the time we get home.”
Your response was out before you could think about the repercussions. “The reporters said it looked stunning against Mezo’s hair.”
Wrong move.
Suddenly thankful that no one around you was paying attention, you barely had time to gasp before you were being yanked out of the ballroom and down a secluded hallway. He was bold to assume that you were able to keep up with his lanky legs in the heels you were wearing, but your fashion didn’t seem to be his top priority at the moment. You played catch up with him, nearly being dragged the rest of the way before he found a bathroom.
“AbathroomTamaki? Seri- hey!”
Your dress was being unzipped and pulled down your body before the door was even closed. After pushing it shut and locking it, Tamaki lifted you out of the mess of fabric and kicked it to the side. You wanted to make a comment about how expensive it was, but judging by how he was literally holding you in the air to kick your heels off of your feet, you figured now wasn’t the best time to talk.
“What is it about Shouji that has you so enamoured?” He asked in your ear, dropping you to your feet before rippingthe panties you had off of your hips. Your complaints fell on deaf ears and you were thanking the universe at that moment that your dress had a bra built in.
“What? Tamaki, I’m not-”
“That’s not an answer. Is it the arms? Do you think about what he could do with arms like that, bunny?” His voice grew deeper towards the end, sounding like it was scratchingout of his chest as his arms suddenly turned into a multitude of tentacles, each finding one of your limbs to grab onto to hold your back against his chest. You were on full display in the mirror in front of you, and Tamaki was looking over your shoulder at the complete showhe was making of you. “Do you want to feelwhat all of those can do?”
With one sticky tentacle trailing up and wrapping around your neck, you had very little room to speak. Instead you laid your head back against his shoulder and tried to look up at him, open-mouthed whimpers ringing off the bathroom walls and drool trickling down your cheek.
You felt your eyes roll back into your head as his limbs squeezed and pulled at your nipples, one just barelyfinding your clit between your folds and running small circles onto it. You weren’t able to control the whimpers, or silence the sounds in any way, and you could only wonder through the fog if anyone was listening.
The thought had you soaking.
Tamaki, truthfully, was just as much of a mess as you were. With his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, tie undone, and buttons popped on his shirt, he still felt like he was in a sauna. It took very little to get him worked up when it came to you, and seeing you spread eagle against him and nearly crying in his ear before he even took his dick out had him questioning if he would cum in his boxers.
“Yeah bunny, that’s a good girl,” He panted, pressing a kiss to your temple as he quickly used a tentacle to undo his pants and release his cock. There was no waiting- he could feel your abdomen rippling the way it before you hit your peak and he neededto be inside of you. “Such a good girl-”
Stumbling forward with his pants around his ankles, Tamaki lifted you up onto the countertop between two sinks so that you were on your knees. He was at the perfect height to slip into your dripping cunt from this angle, his tentacles pulling your arms behind your back as he began the process of stretchingyou out around his dick. You spread your knees just a little wider, causing him to hit a spot deep inside of you that made you yell out for him and fall back against his chest. He used this position to his advantage, beginning to pump himself inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Tamaki breathed out, his left hand turning back to normal so he could hold your neck again, but this time against his own skin. He picked up his pace with this, but as he sped up and your moans and whimpers grew even louder, he pushed you forward so your hands were bracing yourself up against the mirror.
This gave Tamaki the perfectangle to watch your reactions, seeing your mouth fall open and the glass fog as he pounded balls-deep into you relentlessly. “Oh, Tama, right there, please, please~” Your strings of words began to barely make sense as he held your hips in a bruising grip, but still, it wasn’t enough.
Slipping you off of the counter, Tamaki dropped you to your feet and brought you back against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in picking you back off the floor, utilizing one hand of tentacles to wrap your legs around his waist as he buried himself back in your pussy.
This position was much more intimate, and fuckdid he look like a beautiful mess above you. No matter how many times you two spent time like this, neither of you would ever get sick of it. Tamaki was convinced that you were the best thing he would ever have in this lifetime, and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to spend a lot of that lifetime making you cum around his cock.
“You feel so good, Tamaki~” You whispered, your lips crashing against his in hopes of swallowing some of the ridiculous noises you were sure were floating through the building at this point. He responded with a long, drawn out groan, his eyes pressed tightly closed as he fought to not cum that second. Your arms fell around his neck and you let your hands wander up into his hair, yanking at the indigo tresses and forcing his thrusts to stutter inside of you. You could tell he was fighting off his orgasm, but you wanted nothingmore in that moment than to make him release. “Cum in me, Tama, fill me up, please cum in me~”
Another groan from him, but this time followed by now two human arms wrapping around your torso, pressing you hard against the wall, and fucking you with absolute reckless abandon. Tears fell from your eyes at the sheer impact, and as you bit down on his shoulder, you came harder around him than you ever had in your relationship. You worried your nails drew blood with how harshly you were grasping at him, but with the sheer force of his own hands, you knew you would probably face similar marks.
Tamaki came deep inside of you, stuffing his load and filling you to the brim. Your first thought once you caught you breath was to clean yourself up since you were already in the bathroom, but before you were even off from against the wall Tamaki had stuffed your pussy with a plug he pulled from the pocket of his slacks.
Once he backed away you looked at him incredulously, and he couldn’t help but take in your entire look. You were a mess, ridiculously so, and he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe off excess eyeliner and mascara. As he tried to gently fix your hair, he pressed the softestkiss to your forehead. “I’ll help you zip the dress up. Long night ahead.”
***
Even as you walked back to the main party, you questioned how you didn’t notice Tamaki had a fucking plugin his pocket. You whispered to him about it the whole way there, commenting on how there was still so much to do that night and it could have been so uncomfortable.
Tamaki could only smile. If you didn’t notice the plug in one pocket, you surelydidn’t notice the ring box he had stuffed in the other.
→ “Sako has left you with no other options, so you take it upon yourself to make one- even if that option means staying with him and the mob.” [mafia!au - f!reader - 2k words]
a/n:it’s britney bitch. also, for the month yall had to wait for this chapter, i know 2k words aint enough, but there’ll be more in the next chapter i promise. im not really feelin this chapter anyway but what can you do ig. also my taglists are too long. alerting this many people at once gives me anxiety [navigation] [rrh masterlistandplaylist]
TW: prostitution, sex rings, sex trafficking, murder (all only mentioned)
➾ “You and Tomura explore the new Nether update together. After a tragic accident with lava and a hoglin, you’re there to comfort him.” [842 words]
a/n: sorry the banner looks weird. i had to save one of the banners from tumblr after realizing i no longer had the og format saved, so it was already blurry to begin with, and then i put non blurry wording in, so it’s all just blegh. i should just change all the banners tbh. i hope the fic is good tho. i’ll write shigaraki taming every cat in the game next! and thank you all so much for supporting this series. it means a lot to me that yall enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing it!!!! [navigation] [minecraft with shigaraki masterlist]
➾ “You and Shigaraki build a castle.”[696 words (nice)]
a/n: no i havent been watching minecraft timelapse videos on youtube for an entire week straight what do you mean aha i would never [navigation] [minecraft with shigaraki masterlist]
A/N: I’M ALIVE!!! And finally managed to write something small again after quite some weeks of having a blockage. I feel like it’s not completely gone unfortunately so it’s going to be a slow process. I hope you’ll like this for now!
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Cliché #13:There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close” | Hawks (Takami Keigo)
“Over there! They ran this way!”
Wind was rushing past your ears as the voices came closer, terror in your eyes as another trash can hit the wall inches from where you had just passed it. Hawks peered over his shoulder back at you, noticing your slowing steps. He quickly halted so you were able to catch up to him and grab his hand, not pause when he pulled you along, maneuvering through the narrow alleyways. You breathed as heavily as ever, your muscles starting to burn but with no intent to stop, Hawks fingers intertwined with yours and the ever present voices of the villains behind you giving you enough adrenaline to rush through your body to push through.
Hawks cursed internally, why did he have to use up all his feathers during that fight earlier? It would have been so easy to glide through the skies, avoiding the villains all together. Well,, he had to curse his quick instincts for that, thinking his feathers would fix everything the fastest. Now he had to think and adapt to the situation as quickly as possible, he can’t risk putting his sidekick in danger just because he messed up his calculations.
“Quick, in here!” he said, jerking you harshly to the side.
A quiet yelp escaped your mouth, but you quickly found yourself completely still, hands covering your mouth when you heard the heavy footsteps passing by the small alleyway Hawks had pulled you into. You looked up into his piercing, dark eyes, heavily concentrated on picking up any kind of sounds from the villains. You could see droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead, his heavy breathing quickly stopped as he looked around the corner to check for the chasers.
After a few moments of suspension, you could feel him relax and as the adrenaline slowly subsided you realized for the first time that you were pressed into Hawks’ frame, his arms had wrapped around your waist, holding onto you as to protect you should the villains discover your hiding spot.
“Well, if that wasn’t the greatest escape,” Hawks laughed, wiping some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, before you could feel it resting against your waist again.
“U-uhm, H-Hawks?” You stammered, not being able to get much else out since you were more concerned about being pressed up against the number 2 hero’s chest. Not that it was a negative thing, you were certainly smitten by him ever since you started working at his agency. You’ve just never been so close to him before and it made your cheeks blush.
Haws noticed and and with a smirk, his grip tightening around you to pull a little closer “You okay kid? You seem a little red there? Did all the running catch up to you?”
If it wasn’t enough to your embarrassment, he let his hand brush up to your face and gently cupped your chin, making you look up into his golden eyes and parted lips. You could still feel him panting a little, making your chests collide with every breath. He smiled softly, turning your head from left to right to inspect your face. “Seems like you don’t have any injuries.”
“Y-yeah, I’m… i’m okay.” You averted his eyes, the heat in your cheeks getting increasingly warmer.
Reluctantly you felt the hero let go of you and you did the same, stepped back a bit and brushed some hair out of your face. You finally managed to look at him again, the smile still present as he looked at your flushed face. “You’re so cute.” he murmured while you were occupied with scanning your surroundings to make sure you lost the villains.
“What did you say?” Your eyes snapped back towards him and the hero’s eyes widened, he quickly looked away “Nothing!” he blurted and took a look around the corner for himself.
You raised an eyebrow at him but before you could ask again, he winked at you and held out his hand, “Come on, let’s head back to the agency.”
A/N: I’m on my period right now which sucks balls so I wanted to write something comforting and decided to do some headcanons for what the boys (feat. Dabi, Hawks and Shigaraki) do when you’re on your period. I’ve had these on my idea list for a while now, so glad to be able to post them. Let’s get soft!
Dabi
Dabi finds out about it when he notices you’re locking yourself in your room at the League. You wouldn’t come out except sometimes to get a snack or to go to the bathroom
He’s used to you being in the living room constantly, helping others or just hanging out with Toga and Twice. So he can’t deny that he gets a little worried about the situation
After getting insight that you’re on your period, however, it makes much more sense to him
At first he thinks it would be better to leave you alone but after almost a whole day of not seeing you leave your room, he decides to go check on you anyways
He sneaks into your room when nobody is looking and sits down beside your body which is wrapped up in your blanket on the bed.
He pets your hair and whispers not to startle you “Hey there doll, you okay?”
You groan and turn around to look up to him, eyes a little teary but they seem happy to see him
He notices how you hug your stomach under the blanket and without saying anything he lays down behind you, wrapping his arms around yo.
His chest is pressed against your back and helps with your tense back muscles while his hands replace yours on your lower stomach
He’ll heat up his palms ever so slightly to ease your cramps. His entire body is like a perfect little heater for you to just cuddle up to
Sometimes when it’s worse, he’ll take his shirt off so you can get contact with the warm skin
You can just lean back into him and he’ll hold you for as long as you need to, giving you space to move and adjust until you feel comfortable
When you feel like you’re getting close to falling asleep, you feel a gentle kiss being placed on your hair and him saying, “Could’ve asked me sooner if you needed help, doll.”
Hawks
He keeps track of your cycle so he knows and can plan ahead to take time off from work to be there for you
He’ll fly everywhere to get you the stuff you want and need during your period in advance so you don’t have to get them yourself. And before you know it, it became a habit of him preparing a little “period kit” consisting of things like tampons,pads, snacks, a water bottle or a heating pad and also some movies for distraction for you
When your cramps get really bad he will carry you around the apartment so you don’t have to walk
He scoops you up in his strong arms and lets you cling to him, gently running his hand up and down your back to help with the pain
When your pain gets so bad that he hears you sobbing into the crook of his neck, he immediately showers you in little kisses, sitting down on the couch or the bed and settles you into his lap
His wings come around you to provide some more warmth as he gently hums and rocks you through your pain
“Shh shh, baby bird, I’m here, it’s going to be okay.”
He will keep you in his lap and holds and gives you all the attention and kisses until he sees your beautiful smile again
He’ll gladly lend you all of his clothes, may it be shirts or giant hoodies.
He doesn’t want to admit it but his bird instincts want to keep you covered in his scent during this time, so he always leaves a whole set of clothes out for you to wear if he’s gone because of an emergency
Shigaraki
This man basically has no clue what’s happening the first time you get it
One time he just sees you up late at night getting food and pills from the bar and quickly disappearing into your room again
As your partner, he’s used to you wanting your own space and he accepts that, but even that is a little excessive for you
As the days pass, your behaviour gets more worrying to him and he finds himself before your shut doors
He asks the other members if they know what’s up with you and Toga explains “Silly are you that oblivious? Poor girl’s on her period.”
Shigaraki is still confused because you never told him about it so Toga ends up explaining it all to him, telling him that your periods are usually really bad with terrible cramps, nausea and the whole package
After he knows what’s up, he’s done with giving you space because even if he’s not that great at it, you’re still his partner and he wants to make sure you are okay
He’ll catch you when you are on one of your trips to the bar and tells you to come with him
He’ll bring you into his room and sit on his bed, pulling you down with him. On his bed he prepared some drinks and a warm water bottle which he grabs after you’re comfortable in his lap.”Here take this.”
He hands the water bottle to you and you accept it, smiling to yourself at his attempt of being a caring boyfriend
He leans his chin on your shoulder and starts up a game to play to distract you. From time to time he lets go of the controller and wraps both of his arms around you to hug you and rubs your belly “Feeling better?”
You either nod or say nothing and depending on that he either continues playing the game or keeps hugging you
He’s not used to taking care of others, so it takes him a while to figure out what else you need and what he can do to make you feel better
When you demand more attention from him and tug on his shirt he pauses the game to lay down so you can lay on his chest and cling to him. He’s not protesting in any way and instead keeps a hand on your back, protecting you from people who dare to interfere
A/N:Sorry for the inactivity lately. I’ve been super stressed and overworked myself a little with my summer job but today I had a little thought so have this drabble. To explain the background, I figured Dabi probably has his own set of insecurities regarding his scars, so he would definitely help you to deal with yours. The drabble is centered around the reader having had top surgery because to be honest, vlogs about that get me through the day while I wait for my binder.
You stood in front of the mirror in your room, eyes glued on the imperfections that have been haunting you your whole life. You felt way better now after the procedure was done and that your body was healing, but whenever you see them, sometimes you can’t stop all the words coming back to echo in your mind from what people have told you throughout your journey to get to this point. That you were wrong, that this was just a phase, that your life would be so much harder now and that you will lose people you love. It eats at you, especially since you know that it isn’t true. With the League you found the best support system ever, they were practically your family now. Your hands followed the red lines over your chest, taking in how they looked against the pale skin before your fingers moved lower to your stomach, your mind getting ready to release the next set of harmful memories.
The thoughts stopped flooding your head when you felt a pair of warm hands encircle you, one resting over your own while the other brushed its fingers gently over one of the red lines.The feeling of the familiar scarred and calloused hands on you, touching and treating you with ever so much care and kindness made you lean against the man behind you.
“Don’t listen to them…” A rough but gentle voice whispered in your ear before you felt a chin on your shoulder.
Turning your head, you were met by ocean blue eyes staring right at you, half-lidded and inviting to wash all your worries away as your eyes broke free from your enemy, the mirror. Dabi moved his arms around your waist and spun you so you were facing him, leaning his forehead against yours. He mouthed something before leaning in to press your lips together, taking your mind completely off the worries you were faced with before.
“You’re perfect just the way you are.”
I’ll say it again this is such a cute little drabble Liam
