x reader fiction

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Word count- 892

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Genre- Romance, Smut at the end, forbidden love.

Character(s)- Toji

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You’d always thought of your dad’s best friend, Toji, as a larger-than-life figure strong, intimidating, and impossibly confident. At 34, he had this quiet, grounded presence that made everyone feel both safe and unsettled. You were only 18, fresh out of school, and somehow, he had always been part of your life by showing up at birthdays, helping with repairs, and offering advice that was far more insightful than your own father’s sometimes.

It started innocently enough. You’d been staying at your dad’s house one weekend while he was away on a business trip, and Toji had come by to check on things. He was wearing that usual rugged jacket of his, sleeves rolled up, a little tired-looking from work but still impossibly magnetic.

“You sure the place is holding up without me?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

You laughed, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, it’s fine. I mean…I'm not a kid anymore.”

Toji chuckled, but his eyes lingered a moment too long. That glance made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t explain.

Over the weeks, his visits became more frequent. Sometimes it was to help with groceries, sometimes just to hang out while your dad was away. Slowly, the walls between you started to crumble. You noticed the little things, the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face, or how his hand lingered on your shoulder longer than necessary. And each time, your heart raced like it shouldn’t.

It was one rainy evening that everything changed. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching an old movie. Toji had his hand on the back of the couch, just inches from yours. A lightning bolt illuminated the room, and suddenly, he was close enough that you could feel his warmth.

“You’re… different from how I imagined,” he said quietly. His voice had a softness you hadn’t heard before.

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Different how?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in slightly, so close that you could feel the heat of his breath. “You’re… mature, more mature than many others.” he admitted. “More than I was ready for.”

Your chest tightened. You knew what he meant, and you knew it was forbidden. Your dad’s best friend, the one who had been like family… yet here you were, leaning toward each other in a way that felt inevitable.

The first kiss was slow, tentative, almost testing the waters. His hand cradled your cheek, thumb brushing your skin softly. Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. That moment one simple kiss felt like a lifetime compressed into seconds.

After that night, the tension between you was intense. Every touch, every glance, carried the weight of what was unspoken. You were learning each other. There were secret touches, stolen moments when no one was watching, and each one left you trembling with anticipation.

By the time your dad was back, it had become undeniable. You couldn’t resist him anymore. One night, after a quiet dinner, you found yourselves alone in the living room. The air was heavy with unspoken desire.

“I shouldn’t…” you whispered, breath hitching.

“To hell with that,” Toji murmured, capturing your lips in a kiss that made your knees weak. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands slide down to take off your shirt and you let him.

You're laying underneath him looking up at him as he is looking at you waiting for the green light, the little nod that lets him start. The sex with him was slow, rough but it felt good.

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Word count- 2258

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Genre- Light angst, comfort, Romance

Character(s)- Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, Yuji, Toji

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Satoru Gojo

The argument didn’t start big. It started with you asking him to be honest. And he said, “You worry too much,” with that smile, you know, the one that usually works.

But this time you didn’t smile back.

You said, very quietly, “You never let me see you. You just perform by making silly jokes and making everything seem okay.”

That hit.

He deflected. Of course he did. A joke. A shrug. Something about being the strongest, about not needing to talk about feelings. “I’m not asking you to be strong. I’m asking you to be real with me for once”, you muttered out.

He didn’t know how to respond to that. So he shut down. Which somehow hurt worse than the teasing.

—

Hours later, he finds you sitting alone. No blindfold. No grin. No exaggerated energy. Just Satoru.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he says plainly. No charm in it. No tease in his voice “When I was younger, being honest about how I felt got used against me.” His jaw tightens slightly. “So I stopped.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it. “It’s easier to be untouchable.”

A long pause.

“But I don’t want to be untouchable with you.” That costs him something to admit. “When you said I feel fake… it scared me.”

“I don’t want you loving a version of me that’s just… noise. The version that i use with everybody to not reveal my true self, the version that i use to block out my emotions.”

Silence stretches. Uncomfortably loud and long.

“I can’t flip a switch and suddenly be emotionally open,” he says. “And I’m probably going to default to joking again when things get heavy.”

“But if you call me out, I won’t laugh it off next time. I’ll stay. Even if it’s awkward.” He hesitates before stepping closer “I don’t want to lose you because I’m afraid to be seen.”

He wraps his arms around you not tightly, not possessively. Just enough letting his arms rest at your waist. And this time he doesn’t fill the silence.

He lets it stay silent, no matter how long or awkward it is.

He lets you see him or at least he tries.

Megumi Fushiguro

The argument starts small.

It’s late. You’re both exhausted. A mission went wrong not catastrophic, but close enough to leave you on your nerves worrying.

You tell him he scared you.

He says, flatly, “I handled it.” That’s it. No reassurance. No acknowledgment. You stare at him. “That’s not what I meant.” He shrugs off his uniform jacket like the conversation is already over. “It’s part of the job.”

Something in you snaps.

“I’m not talking about the job, Megumi. I’m talking about the fact that you don’t tell me anything. You just decide what you’re going to risk and expect me to accept it.”

His shoulders stiffen. “I don’t need permission.”

“That’s not what I’m asking for!” Your voice rises despite yourself. “I’m asking to matter enough to be considered! He turns around fully now, eyes sharp. “You think I don’t consider you?”

“I think you shut me out,” you fire back. “Every time it gets serious. You go cold. You act like my feelings are inconvenient.”

“They’re not inconvenient.”

“Then why do you look at me like I’m overreacting every time I’m scared for you?”

“Because panicking doesn’t help.”

The moment it leaves his mouth, he sees your expression change.

Not angry.

Hurt.

You step back like he pushed you. “Right,” you say softly. “Sorry for caring.” You turn toward the door.

He moves immediately. Not even thinking through of what he is gonna say. He catches your wrist — not hard, just enough to stop you.

“…Don’t.” It’s not a command. It’s strained. You don’t look at him. “Let go.” Instead, he steps in front of you so you have to face him.

“I said that wrong.”

You cross your arms, defensive. “You meant it.”

“I meant that I can’t afford to panic,” he corrects, breathing uneven. “Not that you’re wrong for feeling it.”

He runs a hand through his hair like he is frustrated with himself.

“When you say you’re scared for me, I don’t know what to do with that. Because I’m scared too.” That makes you look up. He rarely admits fear.

“If I let myself feel how close that mission was,” he continues, voice tight, “I start thinking about what would’ve happened if I didn’t come back.”

His grip loosens, but he doesn’t step away. “And if I think about you dealing with that, I can’t focus. So I shut it down.” You swallow. “By shutting me down.”

His eyes flicker guilt, immediate. “…Yeah.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel stupid for caring,” he says quietly. “I just don’t know how to carry both the fear of dying and the fear of hurting you at the same time.”

“You don’t have to carry it alone,” you whisper. He exhales shakily, like that option never fully occurred to him.

“I don’t know how to lean on people,” he admits. “Every time I try, I feel like I’m adding weight.”

“You’re not,” you say, and there’s frustration in your voice again but softer now. “You push me away and call it protecting me. It doesn’t feel like protection.”

He nods slowly.

“I don’t want you to feel outside of my life,” he says. “You’re not.”

His thumb brushes against your wrist where he’s still holding you.

“I can’t promise I’ll suddenly be good at this. Talking. Reassuring. I’m not wired like that.”

A beat.

“But I can promise I won’t dismiss you again when you tell me you’re scared. Even if I don’t know how to respond right away.”

His voice lowers. “And I won’t walk away from the conversation.” You search his face for distance for that cold wall he usually puts up.

It’s not there.

He looks exposed. Uncomfortable. Trying. “I don’t need you to be perfect,” you say quietly. “I just need to know you’re here with me.”

“I am,” he answers immediately.

He hesitates, then pulls you into him, arms wrapping around you tightly, almost awkwardly at first.

Then firmer.

Like he’s anchoring himself as much as you.

“I don’t fight for things loudly,” he murmurs into your hair. “But I don’t let them go either.”

Ryomen Sukuna

You treat me like I’m disposable!” you spit, voice raw.

Sukuna’s lips curl, then his expression hardens. “Careful.”

“I am careful,” you snap, “but you’re blind to how I feel!” He crosses his arms, cool and sharp. “You think I care what you feel? Hah.”

“Enough!” you yell. “I’m serious this time! Stop hiding behind your strength and listen!”

He studies you, calculating, then sighs quietly. “…Fine. You’re right. I dismiss what I don’t understand. I lash out because… you make me feel exposed. Vulnerable. And I hate it. I don’t know how to hold you without hurting you.”

Your chest tightens.

“I will not mock you again,” he admits, stepping closer. “I will not treat your fear like weakness. But… don’t expect me to suddenly be gentle. That’s not me.”

You breathe through the tension, letting him close the gap. His hand brushes yours, rough but deliberate.

“I… will learn to manage it,” he mutters. “And I will stay.”

Even in his roughness, there’s honesty. And it’s enough.

Toji Fushiguro

“You only come around when you want to fuck!” you yell, voice trembling with frustration. “Like I’m nothing but something for you to use!”

Toji freezes, then smirks, but it’s sharp, defensive. “Oh, come on. That’s not fair.”

“It is fair!” you shout, stepping closer. “You disappear for days, sometimes weeks, and then suddenly you’re here, and all you want is me to be… available! You treat me like I’m a convenience, Toji!”

He crosses his arms, voice low and rough. “Convenience? You think I don’t care about you just because I don’t babysit you all the time?”

“Yes!” you yell. “Because every time I start to feel like you actually care about me, you vanish. And the only time you show up, it’s to… to get close to me. Not because you miss me, not because you thought about me. Just… you.”

“To hell with that!” he snaps, stepping toward you, tension radiating from him. “You think I don’t care just because I don’t act the way you want me to? I don’t show up every second because I’m… not that kind of person!”

“And I’m not asking for every second!” you cry. “I’m asking to matter more than your ego! I’m asking to feel like I’m not just a side thing you pull out when you want!”

He laughs bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “…A side thing? You think I treat you like some object I can pick up and drop? Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”

“It feels like it, Toji!” you yell, tears threatening. “I feel like you only come around for what you want, and everything else? I don’t exist!”

He’s quiet for a moment, jaw tight, breathing heavy. “…I come around because I want you. And I want us. Not some… convenience thing. But I… I guess I don’t show it the right way.”

“You don’t show it at all!” you shoot back. “You think showing up to kiss and have a hook up me makes everything okay? You don’t get it, do you?”

He stares at you, eyes flicking away, jaw clenched. “…Maybe I don’t. Maybe I screw around a lot. But you… you can’t just act like you’re the victim here. You don’t know the half of what I deal with out there.”

“I don’t care about your fights, Toji!” you yell. “I care about you treating me like I’m part of your life, not just someone you come back to when it’s convenient!”

For a long moment, he’s silent, breathing unevenly, fists tightening. “… I’m not perfect. You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel like crap sometimes?”

“Yes! Exactly! You feel like crap and you make me feel like a side piece!”

He steps closer, close enough that you can feel his warmth, the tension in his chest matching yours. “…You’re not a side piece. I didn’t come here thinking I was using you.”

You glare at him, your voice shaking. “Then show me! Show me I’m not just… your side piece, that you use to make ur roughness go away!”

He exhales slowly, eyes finally meeting yours “…I don’t know how to fix this all at once. I can’t promise I’ll always do it right. But I’m not leaving. Not just because I want something. Because I want you. You, not whatever I want.”

The tension lingers, thick and heavy. He doesn’t hug you yet. He doesn’t apologize outright. But his hand brushes yours, tentative, grounding.

“…I’ll try,” he mutters, voice low. “…I’m not good at this. But I’m not walking away either.”

You swallow, letting the words settle, feeling both hurt and hope at the same time.

Yuji Itadori

“You’re too friendly with other girls!” you blurt out, heart pounding. “I can’t stand it!” Yuji freezes mid-step, confusion flickering across his face. “…What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re always joking, always touching, always smiling at them like… like it’s nothing! And here I am, trying not to think too much, and you just—”

“Whoa, hey, calm down!” he interrupts, hands raised. “I’m not… I’m not flirting. I’m just… being friendly.”

“You call that friendly?” you snap, taking a step closer. “You hug them, tease them, laugh at every word. You act like you’re available to anyone! And it makes me… I can’t help feeling jealous, Yuji!”

He frowns, stepping back slightly, flustered. “…Jealous? But… I never meant for you to feel that way!”

“Well, I do feel that way!” you yell, voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt!”

Yuji scratches the back of his neck, looking down. “…I didn’t know it made you feel like that. I just… I’m me. I joke around. I’m friendly. I didn’t think it would… hurt you.”

“Friendly?” you shout. “You think it’s just ‘friendly’ when I feel like… like I’m nothing? Like I’m just another person you could trade for someone else?”

He swallows hard, guilt flickering across his face. “…I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I just… I never thought you’d see it that way.”

“Then maybe you should think, Yuji!” you spit out. “Maybe you should see that your actions affect me. That I care about you more than you realize, and it hurts to feel second place!”

He steps closer, hesitantly, eyes searching yours. “…You’re not second place. You never were. I’m just… stupid sometimes. I don’t know how to show that I care without… being dumb.”

“Then stop being dumb!” you yell, tears brimming. “Stop acting like nothing matters except what makes you comfortable!”

He sighs, finally lowering his head. “…You’re right. I messed up. I didn’t think, and I hurt you. I… I’ll try. I’ll be more careful. Not because I have to… but because I want to, for you.”

You blink, voice softer now. “…Do you really mean that?”

His hand reaches for yours, fingers brushing yours gently. “…I do. I don’t want to make you feel jealous. Not ever. I just… I need to learn. And I will. I promise.”

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Word count- 235

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Genre- fluff, romance

Character(s)- Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Iida, Shinsho.

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Izuku Midoriya

Thoughtful and caring. He’d check in often, sometimes overthinking texts. When you laugh at his awkward attempts, he grins sheepishly and brushes his hand against yours. His hugs are warm and reassuring, and he leaves little notes just to show he cares.

Katsuki Bakugo

Direct and protective. He doesn’t say much, but he’s fiercely loyal. He might scowl while teasing you, but he won’t let anyone bother you. When you need comfort, he grabs you and holds you close without words.

Shoto Todoroki

Calm and reserved. He notices when something’s wrong and offers quiet presence over words. Lending his coat or letting you lean against him is his way of showing care.

Eijiro Kirishima

Loyal and cheerful. He encourages you constantly, celebrates your wins, and hugs you in a reassuring, easygoing way. He makes you feel safe just by being near.

Denki Kaminari

Playful and affectionate. He teases, jokes, and nudges you during quiet moments. When you’re down, he tries to cheer you up with humor, always staying close.

Tenya Iida

Serious and dependable. He plans carefully, respects boundaries, and shows care through thoughtful gesture like quietly holding your hand or making sure you’re comfortable.

Hitoshi Shinso

Word count- 312

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Genre- fluff, romance

Character(s)- Megumi, Yuji, Gojo, Panda, Toge, Yuta, Nanami, Geto

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Yuji Itadori

Awkward but earnest. He’d scratch the back of his neck, mumble something about “just hanging out,” then smile shyly. When you nod, he beams and grabs your hand, fingers intertwining, squeezing gently like he’s thrilled you said yes.

Megumi Fushiguro

Reserved, almost serious. He’d look down, mutter something low-key about going out, but his eyes are intense, watching for your reaction. When you agree, he brushes a stray hair from your face, his touch subtle but intimate, and his small smile is all the confession you need.

Satoru Gojo

Playful and teasing. He’d wink and make a joke about “stealing your evening,” leaning close so you feel his presence before sliding a hand over yours. When you laugh, he grins, pulling you just a bit closer, his charm full-on but undeniably sincere underneath.

Panda

Warm and inviting. He’d grin and give a soft nudge, like a friendly bear, then gesture toward plans. Once you smile back, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezes gently, and the hug lingers just long enough to feel safe and happy.

Toge Inumaki

Quiet, but expressive. He’d whisper “salmon” with a hopeful look, tilting his head. When you smile, he leans in, fingers brushing your cheek lightly. His soft eyes say everything his words can’t, and the gentle nuzzle he gives is all the affection he needs to show.

Yuta Okkotsu

Shy but intense. He’d glance at you nervously, then mumble something about “maybe we could… hang out?” When you smile, he finally lets himself relax, reaching for your hand and holding it softly, his thumb brushing over yours in a way that makes your chest tighten.

Kento Nanami

Calm and composed, with a hint of dry humor. He’d clear his throat and say something straightforward like, “I have some free time. Want to join me for dinner?” When you agree, he gives the smallest, almost imperceptible smile—but when he takes your hand, it’s steady, warm, and reassuring, like he’s silently saying he’s got you.

Suguru Geto

Word count- 633

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Genre- Angst, jealousy, near break up.

Character- Megumi x Reader

English isn't my first language.

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Breaking Points

The dorm was quiet, but the tension between you and Megumi Fushiguro could’ve shattered walls.

“You’ve been acting… weird,” he said, voice tight, jaw rigid.

You raised an eyebrow, hurt flashing across your face. “Weird? That’s it? That’s all you have to say after days of you barely talking to me?”

He didn’t answer at first. His silence was louder than any words. Finally, he snapped “You’ve been flirting! With him! With everyone! And you don’t even notice how… how much it eats me alive!”

Heat rose to your face. “What the hell, Megumi? You think I’m doing it on purpose? That I want to make you jealous?”

“Then why?” His voice cracked for a fraction of a second before he stiffened again. “Why can’t you see how much it hurts me?”

“Because you refuse to say anything until it explodes!” you yelled, pacing the room. “You just bottle everything up, give me cold stares, snap at me for nothing, and expect me to read your mind!”

He slammed his hand against the wall, making you jump. “I—” he began, but the words caught in his throat. “…I can’t… I can’t deal with it anymore.”

Your heart sank. “What do you mean?”

He turned to you, eyes dark, conflicted, full of something raw that he never let anyone see. “I mean… I don’t know if I can… keep doing this. If I can keep being around you when every little thing you do makes me lose control!”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Are you… breaking up with me?”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t know. Maybe I should. Because I can’t—can’t stand seeing you act like this while I’m… while I’m losing myself.”

You shook your head, voice trembling. “Megumi, don’t say that. I—”

“You don’t get it!” he yelles, taking a step toward you. “You don’t see it! I care, okay? I care too much! And it hurts! Every time you smile at someone else, every laugh, every—every stupid little thing it destroys me!”

Your chest heaved. “…You think I want to hurt you? Do you think I don’t notice what you do for me, how you… care in your own stupid, impossible way?”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Care? That’s not enough! Not when I feel like I could lose you at any second. I don’t… I don’t know how to handle this!”

You stepped closer, voice soft but breaking. “Megumi… I’m right here. You don’t have to handle it alone. We can work through it, but you have to—”

“I CAN’T!” he shouted, cutting you off. His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, the mask of stoicism fell away, leaving raw, trembling emotion. “…I’m scared! Scared of losing you. Scared of how much I feel!”

The room fell silent, both of you breathing hard. You could see it then: the fear, the frustration, the vulnerability he never allowed anyone to witness.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he muttered finally, voice barely audible, stepping closer, but still keeping distance as if afraid to touch you.

You reached out, trembling, and touched his hand. “Then don’t. Fight with me, fight through it, but don’t shut me out like this. Please.”

He looked at you, conflict raging in his eyes, before finally letting out a shaky sigh. “…I’ll try. But don’t… don’t think I’m not warning you. I’m… I’m fragile.”

You pressed your forehead to his chest, holding him. “We’re both fragile. But we can be together, anyway.”

For the first time in days, he didn’t resist. He let you hold him, tight. But the tension didn’t disappear—it was still there, a dangerous, fragile thread between you. One wrong move, one word, and it could break again.

Word count- 562

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Genre- fluff, romance, minimal angst.

Character- Bakugo x Reader

English isn't my first language.

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Quiet Sparks

You knew better than to expect soft words from Bakugo Katsuki.

Affection, with him, didn’t come wrapped in sweetness. It came in sharp edges. In gruff mutters. In actions that spoke louder than anything he would ever willingly admit.

The training field was nearly empty when you finished, shoulders aching, lungs burning. The sun was setting behind U.A., painting everything in orange and gold.

“You’re dragging,” Bakugo’s voice cut in from behind you.

You didn’t turn around. “Thanks. Very encouraging.”

“Tch.” His boots crunched against gravel as he approached. “If you’re tired, fix it. Heroes don’t get to whine.”

You finally looked at him. Arms crossed. Expression flat. Eyes sharp as ever.

But he hadn’t left.

That was the thing about him.

Bakugo never hovered. Never coddled. Never fussed.

But he stayed.

“I’m not whining,” you said. “Just thinking.”

“Think faster.” He glanced at your stance. “Your guard’s sloppy.”

You sighed, readjusting. “You could say that nicer.”

“No.”

There it was. Simple. Final.

But then he stepped closer.

“Your weight’s off,” he muttered, nudging your ankle lightly with his boot. “Shift it.”

You did.

“Again,” he said.

You trained like that for another twenty minutes. He didn’t praise you. Didn’t smile. Didn’t soften.

But every time your breathing faltered, he noticed.

Every time your form slipped, he corrected it.

When you finally sat down on the edge of the field, exhausted, he stayed standing beside you.

“Don’t overdo it,” he said.

You blinked up at him. “You’re the one who made me keep going.”

“Yeah.” His jaw tightened. “Because you can handle it.”

That was the closest thing to a compliment you were going to get.

The wind shifted, tugging at your sleeves. For a moment, it was quiet.

“…You didn’t have to stay,” you said.

“I know.”

Another pause.

You studied him the rigid posture, the ever-present tension in his shoulders, the way he refused to meet your eyes when things got even slightly emotional.

“You care,” you said softly.

His head snapped toward you. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything bad.”

He clicked his tongue. “You talk too much.”

But he didn’t walk away.

Instead, after a second, he sat down beside you. Not touching. Not close enough to be obvious.

Just there.

“You’re not weak,” he said abruptly.

You froze.

“You hesitate,” he continued, staring straight ahead. “That’s different. Fix the hesitation.”

“…Okay.”

“And stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I said something special.”

A tiny smile pulled at your lips. “Maybe you did.”

His ears turned faintly red.

“Tch. Don’t make it weird.”

You leaned back on your hands, heart lighter than before. With anyone else, affection might have been easy gentle words, casual touches.

With Bakugo, it was steadier than that.

It was showing up.

It was pushing you because he believed you could take it.

It was sitting beside you at sunset instead of walking away.

After a moment, you let your shoulder rest lightly against his.

He stiffened.

“…You’re heavy.”

“You’re dramatic.”

He didn’t move away.

And after a few seconds, barely noticeable, his shoulder shifted just slightly closer.

“Next time,” he said quietly, “you call me before you overtrain.”

You glanced at him.

“Why?”

He didn’t look at you.

“Because I said so.”

It wasn’t poetic.

It wasn’t soft.

But it was his.

Requests are open!!

DC:

Nighwing's nights with you

MHA:

How they would kiss you 1

How they would kiss you 2

Stotic bakugo x reader

How they would be as a bf

How they would ask you out (work in progress)

Random texts from them (work in progress)

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Megumi, Breaking points angst

How jjk men would ask you out

How jjk men are in and after argument

How they would kiss you (Work in progress)

Toji's side piece (work in progress)

Tokyo revengers:

Mikey x reader (work in progress)

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Word count- 203

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Genre- fluff, romance

Character(s)- Dabi, Monoma, Iida, Tamaki, Hawks.

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Dabi

He’d smirk before leaning down like he already knows you’re flustered. His fingers would tilt your chin up, and his kiss would be slow and heated teasing at first, then deeper when he feels you melt. He’d pull back just slightly, eyes half-lidded, whispering something smug before kissing you again.

Neito Monoma

He’d absolutely make a dramatic speech beforehand. “You should be honored.” But the second his lips touch yours, he softens. His kiss is surprisingly careful and lingering like he doesn’t want to admit how much he likes it. Afterwards, he pretends he wasn’t blushing.

Tenya Iida

He’d overthink it completely. Probably rehearse in his head. When he finally does it, he’s very proper hands respectfully at your waist, posture straight even while kissing you. It’s gentle, sincere, and filled with genuine admiration.

Tamaki Amajiki

So shy. He’d hide his face in your shoulder for a second before gathering courage. His kiss is soft and quick at first barely there. But if you encourage him, he’ll press another one, slower this time, holding onto you.

Hawks

Word count- 359

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Genre- fluff, romance

Character(s)- Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Uraraka, Denki, Kirishima, Momo, Tsuyu, Aizawa, All migh, Shigaraki.

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Izuku Midoriya

He’d hesitate at first, cheeks burning. His fingers would gently hold your hands like he needs reassurance. The kiss is soft, careful, and filled with pure affection like he’s pouring his whole heart into it. Afterwards he's a blushing and mumbling mess.

Katsuki Bakugo

He pretends he’s annoyed, but the second he pulls you in, it’s intense. His kiss is bold and heated, fingers gripping your waist firmly. When he pulls away, he mutters something flustered and refuses to make eye contact, trying to keep his cool tough self.

Shoto Todoroki

Slow. Thoughtful. He’d brush his thumb across your cheek before leaning in. His kiss feels steady and calm, just quietly intimate.

Ochaco Uraraka

She’d giggle nervously before giving you a shy peck. But when you smile at her? She leans in again, kissing you longer this time, smiling against your lips.

Denki Kaminari

Teasing at first. He’d bump your shoulder and grin before stealing a playful kiss. It’s light and sweet but when he slows down, it becomes surprisingly soft and sincere.

Eijiro Kirishima

Confident but gentle. He’d cup your face carefully and kiss you. It’s steady, reassuring like he wants you to feel protected.

Momo Yaoyorozu

She’d be composed at first, but her blush gives her away. Her kiss is elegant and soft, one hand resting lightly at your shoulder. She’d whisper something sweet afterward.

Tsuyu Asui

Simple and genuine. She’d lean in casually and give you a soft, unembarrassed kiss. Her kisses aren't long but more of simple pecks.

Shota Aizawa

He’d pull you closer without a word. His kiss is slow, deep, and grounding. One hand at your waist, the other brushing your hair back.

All Might

In public, he’d be dramatic and heroic about it. In private? His kiss is surprisingly gentle and careful, filled with warmth and reassurance.

Tomura Shigaraki

Word count- 504, reading time- 2/3mins (writing time: 22mins 13sec)

MASTERLIST

Genre- fluff, romance, superhero romance,

Character- Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x Reader

English isn't my first language.

!Gn reader!

The night air was cool but gentle, carrying the faint hum of Blüdhaven’s streets far below. You leaned against the rooftop railing, legs swinging back and forth. You weren’t waiting for danger, you were waiting for him.

The moment you felt the subtle rush of air behind you, your heart lifted.

“Hey,” Nightwing said softly, landing with that easy, graceful confidence that always made your chest warm.

You turned with a smile. “Hey.”

He pulled off his mask as he stepped closer, and the second his eyes found yours, the tension in his shoulders melted. A tired smile tugged at his lips—real, relieved, the kind he only ever showed you.

“You don’t know how much I needed to see you.”

You reached up, brushing a thumb along his cheekbone. “Rough night?”

“Was,” he admitted. “Not anymore.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down and kissed you—slow and warm, his gloved hand cupping your jaw with the kind of tenderness that made everything inside you soften. He kissed you once… then again, a little deeper, like he was trying to erase the whole city from his mind until there was only you.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and full of affection.

“Sorry,” he whispered, though his smile betrayed him. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all night.”

You laughed softly. “Then you should definitely keep going.”

“Oh,” he murmured, voice low and sweet, “I plan to.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you just enough so your toes brushed the rooftop as he kissed you again—long, lingering, full of unspoken feelings. His lips brushed yours in tiny, affectionate pecks between deeper kisses—one to the corner of your mouth, one to your cheek, one to your nose that made you laugh, and then another to your mouth that made you sigh.

“I love that sound,” he breathed.

“What sound?”

“You. Happy.”

Your cheeks warmed, and he pressed yet another kiss to your forehead as if he was sealing the moment.

He tugged you closer until you were tucked against his chest, your arms around his neck. His voice was soft, almost shy when he spoke again. “Stay with me a little longer?”

You nodded. “As long as you want.”

“Dangerous thing to promise,” he teased, brushing another kiss to your temple. “Because I might never let you go.”

You felt his smile against your hair as he peppered tiny kisses along your cheek, your jaw, the soft spot beneath your ear—the kind of affection he only ever let himself show when it was just you and the night sky.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to lift your chin with his fingertips and kiss you again—slow, sweet, and certain.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered against your lips. “Together.”