Can We Talk About Bakugou Getting Flustered The First Time He Thought About Marrying Reader? How He Starts

Can we talk about Bakugou getting flustered the first time he thought about marrying reader? How he starts unconsciously imagining every scenario as if they were married (like grocery shopping becoming more intamit)? To getting big brain over being able to call her his wife, and then galaxy brain over her calling him her husband? He hates his brain thinks of it because they aren't ready to get married (haven't graduated yet even?) But he knows one day it will happen.

It’s just a TV ad, but he finds himself glancing over to you as soon as the actor slides the engagement ring onto the actress’s finger, the three carat diamond sparkling under the studio lights. Your’re snuggled between him and Tsuyu, the three of you sharing the blanket— your blanket— despite him grunting that he’s not cold.

Your eyes watch the ad with interest, but Tsuyu distracts you with the bowl of Doritos, and he studies your face as you smile at her, thank her for the snacks.

His mind wanders: what kind of ring would you want? Something big and showy? Something minimal and practical? Something sentimental?

Does his dad have an heirloom he can give you? Does yours?

You probably wouldn’t care, would you? You’d just be thankful that he wants to keep you forever.

Forever.

Of course he wants you forever. You’re his whole heart. He’s stupidly soft for you, would drop anything to be by your side if you needed him.

But a proposal?

Would you cry? Would he?

He doesn’t realise his hands are sweaty until you lace your fingers through his, send him a look up through your lashes.

“What’s the matter?” You ask softly, turning your body towards his, using your other hand to gingerly touch his forehead, your own face creasing in concern. “You’re all flushed, Katsu.”

“Wha—“ He chokes out, flinching away from your hand, embarrassed. “Shut up, dumbass, I’m fine.” He scoffs, turning to the TV to find the movie’s started.

The grip you have on his hand tightens, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

He tilts his face towards your hair, plants a kiss on your head, then leans his head against yours. He doesn’t wanna watch this shitty movie, but he doesn’t wanna move a muscle.

All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 21

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con,  Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent. Please read responsibly. Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

On AO3 SnowQueen79

A request for a dear friend. This takes place after the Infinity War but before Avengers 4. Steve Rogers has lost most of those he had left to the snap and loneliness is battle he’s losing. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught his eye in daily life becomes a dangerous obsession where the lines of what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred.

I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown or tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

A/N: Were you curious about what the reader put in that letter? Here you go…

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

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Your nerves were shot for the rest of the day. Spencer walked you to campus and you headed to class. You pretty much ran from Norris Hall to the library for that job and it was late when you got out of the library. You weren’t looking forward to going home even though it was a short walk really.

You called Claire to tell her what happened.

“That motherfucker,” she growled. “He shows up with Doug again and you won’t have to worry. I’ll put my foot up his ass.”

You wouldn’t stop her.

“Is there any way I can convince you to drop him already? Michael has several cute friends. I could set up a double date,” she offered. “I know how shy you are, but you’ve got to do something. You can’t stay in this farce of a relationship with this asshole. You just can’t.”

Funny, you’d been thinking the same thing.

“I’m afraid he’s going to show up tonight,” you admitted, and she heard the fear in your voice.

“I should cancel on Michael so I can be there,” Claire said. “Better yet, I’ll see if he wants to just hang out at the apartment with us. I can have him beat the shit out of them.”

“No, Claire,” you pleaded. They had concert tickets. “I don’t want any of you getting hurt because of me. No. Go out as you planned. Have fun.”

Her exhale was a loud sound on the other end of the line.

“Then will you please do what Captain America told you? If he does show up, call the cops,” Claire bid you. “Don’t even go to the door. Just call the cops and get them out of there.”

“And that’s how I’m supposed to break up with him?”

“Hmmm,” Claire replied. “You’re right. It’s missing something. How about a breakup text and a restraining order to go with it? That ought to do it.”

You had to laugh. It really wasn’t funny because Claire was dead serious.

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andante, andante || ho x reader

A/N: i’ve had this idea for literal months and it’s finally finished

Pairing: bestfriend!harrison x reader

Summary: when in greece… you lose your virginity to your best friend?? that’s how the saying goes, right??? (based off of the song andante, andante from mamma mia! here we go again)

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 3.1k

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Waves lapped at the side of the boat gently as it rocked on the salty Mediterranean Sea, tugging at its anchor deep below the surface. The blazing sun was warming everything it touched, you included, and if it wasn’t for what was happening on top of the boat right now it probably would have lulled you to sleep a long time ago.

Harrison was laying in between your legs, leaving wistful kisses along your neck and collarbone. You moaned lowly and turned your head to the side to give him more access as he continued to explore your body with his mouth and hands. He pulled at your bikini straps with his teeth playfully as you tangled your hands in his still-damp curls.

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All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 11

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con,  Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent. Please read responsibly. Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

On AO3 SnowQueen79

A request for a dear friend. This takes place after the Infinity War but before Avengers 4. Steve Rogers has lost most of those he had left to the snap and loneliness is battle he’s losing. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught his eye in daily life becomes a dangerous obsession where the lines of what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred.

I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown or tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

A/N: This chapter is a little rough and the most non-con scene of the story. If this is something you find objectionable, you might want to give this chapter a pass or skip to the short scene at the end. You have been warned. Thank you.

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When you awoke the next morning, Steve was sound asleep next to you.

Immediately your mind spun. Part of you wanted to look over his injuries, make sure he was okay.

The other part of you, the realist, wondered if you could take advantage of this to get the hell out of there. Could you tie him up in any way he couldn’t get out of? Could you knock him out?

Could you kill him?

Sitting up in bed, you simply watching him sleep for the moment. He looked so peaceful there on his back, one strong arm flung above his head and the other at his side. His eyelashes were insanely long and in sleep, well, he was gorgeous. You found yourself wondering how he would have looked before they gave him the serum that made him Captain America. Would he have been around the same size as you? Could you have held your own with him then?

How could someone who knows what it’s like to be smaller, weaker do that to someone else?

Blowing out an exhale, your mind a perpetual storm of conflicting thoughts, you decided that maybe you’d get up and get a shower. You never knew what time of day it was, and it kept you off kilter. Steve likely did that on purpose.

“You’re thinking awfully hard up there,” Steve muttered, never moving or opening his eyes. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”

Wishing I was free of you.

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Waves That Beat on Heaven’s Shore

Chapter 2

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con,  Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark!Bucky, Dubious Consent Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, most of the Avengers, and OCs from AHIAR

Chapter 1

On AO3 VisenyaT

Summary: Because of changes made in the past when the Avengers reversed the Snap, anomalies occurred. A few people who “blipped” didn’t return once the Snap reversed. Likewise, a few people who died before the Snap inexplicably came back.

One who returned was the daughter of a top lieutenant in HYDRA. Bucky Barnes knew she’d died before the Snap because he’d killed her himself. He’d been ordered to kill her along with her father who’d betrayed the terrorist organization while he was still the infamous Winter Soldier. Now she’s back, scared, and on the run from HYDRA operatives.

As far as the world is concerned, the lovely young woman is dead. Bucky learns of her completely by chance, recognizing her delicate face as one of those who haunt the nightmares he can’t escape. He knows it’s only a matter of time before HYDRA catches her and he’s not convinced she knows anything that would earn her protection from SHIELD.

Envious of his best friend’s newfound happiness in a relationship that didn’t have the most traditional beginning, Bucky decides to take advantage of the opportunity presented to him and take matters into his own hands…

This will be long/multi-chapters.

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The lock on the door of the small dingy hotel room where you were staying clicked, sent your heart racing. Your father’s oldest friend entered the room, the dim light shining off his slick black and silver hair. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You were still safe.

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Bakugou in a department store, about to walk past the suits section when Monoma stops him, taking the chance to talk smug to him. Of course they go back and forth for a while until they both glare at each other in silence, Bakugou with a scowl and Monoma with a smirk. Then, genuinely confused and without pause or noticing Monoma, pregnant reader walks up, grabs his hand, and drags him off, asking "Katsuki, what are you doing here?? It's this way." He goes along silently. Monoma is left confused.

O M G

Monoma wouldn’t know WHAT to do. Katsu looking all snarly and LOST because where the fuck did you go? And then he sees that asshole and his mood just sours more.

SORRY I CHANGED YOUR IDEA A LITTLE 🙈

“Well, well, well,” Monoma drawls, nose in the air. “If it isn’t the number two hero. How’s life been treating you since UA, Bakugo?” He’s still got that air about him. Like he thinks he’s actually better than the most talked about pro-hero in history.

“What the hell are you doin here? You sellin suits, asshole?” He asks, grin growing on his face as Monoma’s reddens.

“I—I am not! I have a very influential job working for the governme—“

“Whatever, I’m sure you’re super important.” He baits, a drawl to his voice.

Monoma’s cheeks puff. “Glad to see you’re still a—“

“Katsuki, what the hell?” Both men turn to see you— eight months pregnant and furious— waddling towards them in a figure-hugging black and white striped midi-dress; it really accentuates the bump. “I told you my feet hurt, and you just wander off to— Monoma?” You blink, head tilting at his confused expression, anger falling from your face.

You were in Class B with him at UA. It’s been a while— five years, maybe— since you’ve seen him.

His eyes drift down to your swollen belly, and then over to Katsuki. “He... and you?” His brow twitches as his eyes lock with yours again. “Copulated?” He asks dumbly.

A deep flush washes over you, but it’s Katsuki who speaks. “Yeah, I filled her up; got a problem with that, loser?”

“Katsu—“

“No, baby, you’re right; you need to rest. C’mon, daddy’ll take you home.” He grins, eyes on Monoma— who is rendered absolutely speechless— as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and begins walking you back the way you came.

“We’ll have to catch up!” You call behind you at your slack-jawed classmate.

“Like hell you will.” Katsuki grumbles in your ear, low enough for only you to hear. You elbow him in the ribs and he winces.

“Don’t be overbearing.” You scold.

He tightens his grip on you, looks over his shoulder to see Monoma still watching you. “He’s an asshole.”

You take a deep breath and sigh. “... Fair.”