k-atsukibakugou

[k-atsukibakugou]

reblog for sample size !!

#oh tuxedo for u i think #「polls」 #「catie <3」

[k-atsukibakugou]

#a) easily manipulated by a fake cry b) dumbbells and dumbasses LMAO #「polls」

[k-atsukibakugou]

AHHHH STOP thank you so so much bunny u are too kind 🫶🩷

congrats on two years!! what an amazing milestone to hit! 💕 i feel so lucky that i'm here and caught this!

if it's alright with you, i'd like to order one bloody mary (my fav) + one bakugo please. can't wait to see where this drink takes me 🙂‍↕️

bunny!!! thank u so much! n ty for being here my love! i hope you like your cocktail ehehehe birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

a bloody mary, a classic, and the bartenders personal favourite, his speciality, the process second nature to him after years behind the bar; his muscles moving on their own accord to chop the celery, slice a lemon and pour the vodka, juice and sauce. he hardly even measured anymore, the recipe was something he could do in his sleep, he could probably rake in tips doing his pours blindfolded, they were always perfect anyway, he wouldn’t have a thing to worry about.

they’d even started making it a special the nights he worked the bar, but sometimes he needed a break from the monotony of it all, of pouring, of shaking, of measuring, of chopping, of straining. sometimes he just needed a pretty distraction.

“can i get a bloody mary please?” the moment you handed him the token for your free drink, bakugou knew you’d be the perfect choice for his game, so gorgeous, all done up to dance with your friends, your dress a little short and your shoes a little high, you even wobbled a little on your way up to the bar.

“sure you can handle it? we have margarita’s as well,” his eyes rake over you, his tone playful enough, poking fun even as he leans closer, resting his forearms on the dark wood. you stare up at him, distracted momentarily from fiddling with the strap of your shoe, meeting his vermilion eyes, a wicked twinkle shining nearly as much as his pointed canines, his lips pulled back into an easy, confident smirk, “i like bloody mary’s, thank you very much.”

you can’t help the attitude sneaking into your tone; first you wait in line for nearly an hour, your shoes are already hurting your feet, and now the bartender can’t even make you the drink you want? what kind of night did your friends rope you into?

bakugou tries not to let it show how your attitude makes his hips jump, how his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull at how you spoke to him, this game was always more fun with brats; getting to watch the attitude melt the wetter he got you, he wouldn’t even have to fuck you to leave your brain blank. nodding, he tried not to let his mind wander too far making your drink, the routine doing nothing to distract him of the thought of you under him, only able to spit out his name.

the chopping, squeezing, measuring and pouring happened before the bass dropped on the song blasting out of the speakers surrounding the bar, the only break in his routine when he got to the tabasco sauce. spinning on his heel to face you once more, he talks again in that infuriatingly seductive voice, “how much can you take, sweetheart?”

if your drink had been ready, you’d have choked on it, the gravelly tone of his voice making your heart spike and your legs wobble, even with the strap of your shoe fixed, “i’m sorry?”

“i’m just askin’ how much heat you can handle, baby,” the expression on his face is anything but innocent, holding the neck of the tabasco bottle between two thick fingers, shaking it gently for emphasis when you stared back at him. with a hot face, your eyes drop to the diamond label, a bloom of embarrassment burning low in your stomach. you were too sober for this kinda flirting.

“oh,” your voice is hardly a squeak, nodding rapidly for him to shake the bottle over the glass again, stirring the glass as he dashed more in,”when.”

“that much? that’s how hot you like it, huh?” he steps closer, impossibly lowering his voice, “c’mon, i know you can take more than that.”

your heart pounds against your chest, your thighs subtly clenching together at the sound of his husky voice, the dirty line making your mind wander further toward the gutter.

“tell me, baby, you want it?” your drink is forgotten underneath the counter, your only focus on the plump of his bottom lip, on the thin chain dangling around his throat, “you want it hot?”

you feel like you need to pinch yourself, surely this is a dream, you didn’t even know this bartenders name—”bakugou! you done with this?”

his eyes don’t falter from yours for a moment, humming deeply in response, “yeah, one second.”

still armed with that lethal smile, he garnishes your cocktail, displaying the neatly chopped celery, two slices of lemon and a couple of leaves of basil beside your straw, the final touches to his speciality. flipping over a napkin, he sits your finished drink atop it, you’re almost certain the drink isn’t as hot as you are right now, your body burning and buzzing without so much as smelling the savoury cocktail. sliding it across the short counter towards you, his dark eyes don’t miss a single one of your movements, eyes sparkling like he could see the daydreams already plaguing you, “enjoy your night, sweetheart.”

#SOBBING SCREAMING THTOWING UP THANK U #「sweet words」

[k-atsukibakugou]

touya is halfway through his workday, grease up to his elbows, little jumpsuit half undone down to his waist, when iguchi comes in to tell him "someone's askin' for you out here".

he's not sure who it could be, but there's no telling, so he just decides to take a smoke break and wander out of the automotive garage, maybe imagining one of siblings out on the pavement.

but the minute he sees you, he stops. nearly drops his cigarette on a rough, "oh shit."

it's been a while since he's seen you, a year or two, and the packet of paper in your hand can only mean one, bullshit thing.

"nah, nah, nah, i ain't signing any papers," is how he greets you, shaking his head the minute you start up the path with a big, determined frown. touya doesn't run, but he sure twists on his heel and starts back up the path, too, as you start calling out his name.

practically all of his coworkers are watching when he comes back into view, not bothering to hide how nosy they're being. their audience makes you falter just a tad and touya clings onto it; anything to stop you.

"never a good sign when your wife comes to find you at work."

there's a long silence, from everyone. when he looks back at you—at your manilla folder and carefully stapled documents, your petition for divorce—your eyes are heavy and wet, almost the same way they were when the two of you stood in a courtroom, lying about your age in order to pledge until death do you part.

almost. now they're just sad.

from somewhere in the garage, toga calls out a bewildered, "you have a wife?" that makes him feel a way he can't understand, both amused and devastated all at once.

your wedding ring isn't on your finger, but if he stares long enough, he can maybe see the difference in color of your skin, a former tan-line that's begun to fade.

he sold his for stuff he shouldn't have been buying, stuff that ruined him and you and your marriage, a long time ago.

but touya only smiles, and calls back, "yeah, i do."

#please god hes so #ugh soggy man #「mercury recs」 #「touya <3」

[k-atsukibakugou]

congrats on two years!! what an amazing milestone to hit! 💕 i feel so lucky that i'm here and caught this!

if it's alright with you, i'd like to order one bloody mary (my fav) + one bakugo please. can't wait to see where this drink takes me 🙂‍↕️

bunny!!! thank u so much! n ty for being here my love! i hope you like your cocktail ehehehe birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

a bloody mary, a classic, and the bartenders personal favourite, his speciality, the process second nature to him after years behind the bar; his muscles moving on their own accord to chop the celery, slice a lemon and pour the vodka, juice and sauce. he hardly even measured anymore, the recipe was something he could do in his sleep, he could probably rake in tips doing his pours blindfolded, they were always perfect anyway, he wouldn’t have a thing to worry about.

they’d even started making it a special the nights he worked the bar, but sometimes he needed a break from the monotony of it all, of pouring, of shaking, of measuring, of chopping, of straining. sometimes he just needed a pretty distraction.

“can i get a bloody mary please?” the moment you handed him the token for your free drink, bakugou knew you’d be the perfect choice for his game, so gorgeous, all done up to dance with your friends, your dress a little short and your shoes a little high, you even wobbled a little on your way up to the bar.

“sure you can handle it? we have margarita’s as well,” his eyes rake over you, his tone playful enough, poking fun even as he leans closer, resting his forearms on the dark wood. you stare up at him, distracted momentarily from fiddling with the strap of your shoe, meeting his vermilion eyes, a wicked twinkle shining nearly as much as his pointed canines, his lips pulled back into an easy, confident smirk, “i like bloody mary’s, thank you very much.”

you can’t help the attitude sneaking into your tone; first you wait in line for nearly an hour, your shoes are already hurting your feet, and now the bartender can’t even make you the drink you want? what kind of night did your friends rope you into?

bakugou tries not to let it show how your attitude makes his hips jump, how his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull at how you spoke to him, this game was always more fun with brats; getting to watch the attitude melt the wetter he got you, he wouldn’t even have to fuck you to leave your brain blank. nodding, he tried not to let his mind wander too far making your drink, the routine doing nothing to distract him of the thought of you under him, only able to spit out his name.

the chopping, squeezing, measuring and pouring happened before the bass dropped on the song blasting out of the speakers surrounding the bar, the only break in his routine when he got to the tabasco sauce. spinning on his heel to face you once more, he talks again in that infuriatingly seductive voice, “how much can you take, sweetheart?”

if your drink had been ready, you’d have choked on it, the gravelly tone of his voice making your heart spike and your legs wobble, even with the strap of your shoe fixed, “i’m sorry?”

“i’m just askin’ how much heat you can handle, baby,” the expression on his face is anything but innocent, holding the neck of the tabasco bottle between two thick fingers, shaking it gently for emphasis when you stared back at him. with a hot face, your eyes drop to the diamond label, a bloom of embarrassment burning low in your stomach. you were too sober for this kinda flirting.

“oh,” your voice is hardly a squeak, nodding rapidly for him to shake the bottle over the glass again, stirring the glass as he dashed more in,”when.”

“that much? that’s how hot you like it, huh?” he steps closer, impossibly lowering his voice, “c’mon, i know you can take more than that.”

your heart pounds against your chest, your thighs subtly clenching together at the sound of his husky voice, the dirty line making your mind wander further toward the gutter.

“tell me, baby, you want it?” your drink is forgotten underneath the counter, your only focus on the plump of his bottom lip, on the thin chain dangling around his throat, “you want it hot?”

you feel like you need to pinch yourself, surely this is a dream, you didn’t even know this bartenders name—”bakugou! you done with this?”

his eyes don’t falter from yours for a moment, humming deeply in response, “yeah, one second.”

still armed with that lethal smile, he garnishes your cocktail, displaying the neatly chopped celery, two slices of lemon and a couple of leaves of basil beside your straw, the final touches to his speciality. flipping over a napkin, he sits your finished drink atop it, you’re almost certain the drink isn’t as hot as you are right now, your body burning and buzzing without so much as smelling the savoury cocktail. sliding it across the short counter towards you, his dark eyes don’t miss a single one of your movements, eyes sparkling like he could see the daydreams already plaguing you, “enjoy your night, sweetheart.”

#「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀

ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.

not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.

walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.

“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.

“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.

“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”

grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.

“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.

“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”

“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”

“like what?”

“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.

“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”

after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.

he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.

you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.

let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.

#「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

denki + a cosmopolitan pretty pleaseeeeeee

LUKE MY LOVEEEE i hope u like it, i tried to lean more into the flirtiness but im unsure if it translated well lmao but i hope u like it nonetheless <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

you weren’t exactly a regular at the local bar, you didn’t know every employee by name, but you’d been here enough to know you’d remember seeing him around. you’d have remembered the shock of yellow hair, glowing neon under black lights, the static electricity surrounding him, the flirty, cheshire smile planted on his pink lips. how hadn’t you seen him around before?

“cosmo? good choice.” he practically purrs at you, his hips like a magnet for your eyes when he twists around, reaching high on the shelves for the vodka, the twinkle in his golden eyes enough for you to know he caught you staring at the sliver of his abdomen exposed by his shirt lifting. averting your eyes from his, you look down to his hands, slender fingers topped with cracked black nail polish, a bracelet on one of his wrists.

watching him work was like foreplay, the way he cradled the shot glass, fingers curled around the bottle as he poured the shot of vodka, the confident smirk on his lips when he held the bottle higher and higher mid-pour, tipping the bottle back when your shot was perfect. if he wasn’t so attractive, you might’ve thought his flair was over the top, but watching him, you find it impossible to find every movement anything other than mesmerising.

adding ice, the measured shots, and the juice to the cocktail shaker, he leaned closer, his name tag flashing in the light, his name messily scrawled in capital letters across the plastic, denki <3.

finally, shaking the cup in one hand, he leans on his elbow, getting closer than he needs to get, his cologne overwhelming your senses, his proximity giving you no choice but to watch his lips instead of his hands, “so, you come here often?”

his voice is so, so, smooth, like a siren’s when you lean closer as well, his orbit impossible to escape, “‘cause i think i’d remember someone like you in here.”

as if testing the waters, his tongue darts from between his lips, dark golden eyes watching you track the muscle as it wet his lips. clearing your throat, you glance up at his eyes through your eyelashes, “this a new tactic for tips?”

your voice is light, flirty, bringing a grin to his lips when he steps back to finally pour your drink (you’d never known any bartender to take this long making a cosmo, maybe you’d order a more complex drink when you come up next, just so he doesn’t have to stall to keep you close), garnishing the glass with a fresh orange peel twist.

“maybe, maybe it’s just to get your number.” denki slides the drink towards you with a wink, the glass sat atop a cardboard coaster (blank, you note, free from any advertisements the others were plastered with), “on the house, gorgeous.”

you giggle at his joke, leaning nearly your entire upper body over the bar to hand him the free-drink token, closer again to drag your fingers over his shoulder, down to the pen tucked beneath his name tag. like this, you can see the lines of dark brown littered between the yellow of his eyes, the way his pupils dilate at your proximity, the affect you had on him.

scribbling your number down, you hold the coaster back out to him between two manicured fingers, holding your cosmo in your free one, biting your lip at the lovesick look in his eye, “i’ll see you around, denki.”

#「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

hi mercury! for the birthday bash, i'd love to order a strawberry daiquiri paired with bakugo. 💜

eeee thank u rei!!! i hope u enjoy it <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

the centre of your lips are already stained a sweet, bright red from….. how many daiquiri’s were you up to? you didn’t think you’d had that many yet. you were busy stumbling back toward the striking blond behind the bar to try and count the empty glasses, still shaking cocktails for the bustling crowd. you stop in your tracks, hypnotised by the flex of his biceps under the plain uniform shirt he wore, the muscles stretching and straining against the fabric, even more so when he juggled the cocktail shaker, catching it in front of his customers without even a drop falling from the cups. the extra flair getting the attention of everyone in the bar, filling his tip jar nicely.

despite his impressive skill (and muscles) you’re a little more focused on breathing, deep and slow through your nose, thinking about how your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and your head feels hazy. most importantly though, you’re focused on looking sober enough for one more strawberry daiquiri from the drop-dead-gorgeous bartender.

taking one more step towards the busy bar, you feel your heel slip.

how did these floors always manage to end up both sticky and slippery?

you don’t even feel yourself stumble, you see the bar, then suddenly you see the underside of it. you can’t even feel the embarrassment settle in your stomach, your giggles all that swirled around the organ, some spilling out. opening your bleary eyes again, you’re met with two scarlet eyes above your own, a blond eyebrow quirked and a smug smile at the way you gazed up at him. your eyes dragged down to his chest, taking in the tag stuck to the front of his shirt, his name sprawled in a messy font you can only make out the beginning, KAT-.

kat’s strong arms were cradling your shoulders, a chuckle leaving him at your giggling and blatant drunken ogling, the low sound sending a shiver through your body, his voice just as sinful as his looks, “how much did you have, sweets?”

#「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

celebrating two years here with the best way i know how! with shots!

original post/intro + more under mercurys birthday bash *blanket warning/s: nsfw 18+; alcohol/drinking; dubcon-ish (drunken sex/making out/antics)

katsuki bakugou + strawberry daiquiri | [fluffy] | — 26/04/2024 serving: zanarkandskylines

denki kaminari + cosmopolitan | [fluffy] | — 27/04/2024 serving: aquadenks

katsuki bakugou + jagerbomb | [nsfw 18+] | — 27/04/2024 serving: kingkatsuki

katsuki bakugou + bloody mary | [nsfw 18+] | — 27/04/2024 serving: bunnions

hitoshi shinso + jagerbomb | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: slayfics

katsuki bakugou + cosmopolitan | [rating(tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: katslutki-bakugou

momo yaoyorozu + lemon drop | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: zanarkandskylines

eijiro kirishima + blow job | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: crownedcitrus

dabi + blow job | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: katsukikitten

hitoshi shinso + hanky panky | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: blackbrryblues

eijiro kirishima + jalepeno margarita | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: mechamedusa

touya todoroki + lemon drop | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: weirdovictor

wild card + frozen passion fruit margarita | [rating (tbd)] | date (tbd) serving: kaidabakugou

© all works belong to @k-atsukibakugou,@gwen0m, and dlirious on archive of our own, do not plagiarise, translate, repost or recommend my work on other platforms or translate my works, i do not give permission for my works to be bound and sold. 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

#ehehehe i have a few planned n lined up hopefully i can get a couple more out tomorrow!!! i’m on a bit of a run 🫶 #「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

ENTERING the humid warmth of the bar, you nearly immediately regret coming out with your friends, their peer pressure and the promise of free drinks seemed like enough then, now, being squished in between everyone else wanting the promotion, you wondered if it really was worth it. done up to the nines, the doorman passed you one of the flyers; happy birthday to us! first drink on the house! glancing at the seemingly endless line, your eyes nearly roll out of your head, after all this you really were going to need a drink and a dance. despite the length of the line, it was moving quickly with half the patrons exchanging their flyers for their drinks instead of fiddling with wallets, purses and phones for money, you were getting closer and closer to the front and you were still undecided, about to just close your eyes and pick one at random, your interrupted by the bartender, their beauty so striking it made your heart jump to your throat, "what can i get you?"

rules & menu below !

happy 2 years on this blog!! a special thank you to @kingkatsuki and @strawbrrystarlight for helping me with this event! and a massive thank you to everyone who's made these years so enjoyable! here's to more with you all <3

rules [CURRENTLY OPEN]:

18+ only — minors and ageless blogs will be ignored (similarly, so will anonymous asks without a sign off for a blog i can confirm the age of)

must be following to play

send your drink of choice & one character to my ask box and i'll write a drabble of what follows the intro depending on what you've chosen! (please see my rules for characters i do/don't write for)

please block the tag "mercurys birthday bash" if you don't wish to see these posts <3

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finally, the menu!! *for margaritas & daiquiri’s pls feel free to add a flavour if you have a favourite! frozen mango margs have my heart

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DISCLAIMER some of your drinks may not go according to plan!! this is a choose your own adventure-type event where the path you choose may lead you to a less than perfect outcome <3

© all works belong to @k-atsukibakugou,@gwen0m, and dlirious on archive of our own, do not plagiarise, translate, repost or recommend my work on other platforms or translate my works, i do not give permission for my works to be bound and sold. 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

#「srb」 #「icymi」

[k-atsukibakugou]

I have two questions:

which anime dude is an awful kisser

which dude loves you with tattoos

#bakugou has bad kisser vibes LMAO RESPECTFULLY #i'll kiss him anyway HE CAN LEARN #and idk denki n kiri have the cutie tattooed vibes #「misc」

[k-atsukibakugou]

My silliest son

#OH THIS STYLE PLS #「izuku <3」 #amazing art ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

[k-atsukibakugou]

Live Show Part Four | Bakugou Katsuki

I was terrified writing this because so many people were excited for it, but I really hope you enjoy it.

Tagging @bratwritings​ for reading through this and making me feel a lot less shit about it. Ily!💕

Also giving a special tag to @leeswritingworld​ 💕

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 6451.

Suki, I’m so fucking nervous. :(

Your fingers hovered against the send button, contemplating deleting the whole thing. You didn’t want him to know just how petrified you were to finally meet him. Pressing send before you could have any second thoughts as you continued getting ready. The weeks of getting to know Bakugou had been a whirlwind. Actually finding out that he liked you back, and that he was everything you’d imagined and more. You couldn’t think of a time that a guy had treated you this well, with such kindness and compassion. 

Why are you nervous, Princess? It’s just me.

He was right. You’d basically bared your soul to him for the past month, he knew more about you than anyone at this point. The connection you’d built together was unlike anything you’d ever had before with anyone. The fact only served to make you even more nervous, what if he didn’t like what he saw?

You’re the reason why I’m nervous.

Why?

He was just so perfect, and you were just…. you.

What if you don’t like me?

Instead of texting you back, the screen illuminated with his contact photo, your fingers shakily pressing the ‘accept’ button before holding the phone against your ear.

“Are you being a dumbass again?” His husky voice flowed through the speakers, the smooth sound instantly calming you down.

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#never been more mad i needed to SLEEP KKAG ILL BE BACK TBIS IS SO fucking GOOD #DELICIOUS #「kat <3」 #「mercury recs」

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Live Show Part Three | Bakugou Katsuki

It was gonna be a little while longer until I got this out but an incredibly talented friend came forward and drew me the most wonderful fan-art for this story. It seriously blew me away to the point where I couldn’t focus on any of my other WIPs! I’ve actually included the art further down so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Please go and show some love to the artist @workofann​!

I also need to give another massive thank you to @leeswritingworld​, once again this girl has helped me sort my life out when it comes to the mess of ideas I have in my head for this fic and she helped me add some cute little bits in. I love you!

I hope you guys enjoy this.

Part One. Part Two.

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 4232.

“Morning, Princess.”

Your eyes squinted against the bright light of your cell phone screen, trying to make out the rest of the message you’d received. Your chest was already fluttering at the realisation that it had been from ‘Katsuki’ on his private number. You tried to push the thought out of your mind of how many women actually had this number, trying to focus on the fact he’d told you that you were the only one as you blinked away sleep.

It had been a few weeks since you’d started talking to Ground Zero privately, thousands of messages and calls exchanged daily. You’d learned so much about him in such a short amount of time, the connection was stronger than you’d ever felt between anyone else. Each time you entered one of his regular streams you’d always feel like he was looking for your name in a sea of people, searching for the one person he cared about watching more than anyone else.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” You smiled at the message, rereading it before scrolling down further, a picture peeking out from the bottom of your screen as your breath hitched in your throat.

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#RAGNIUGDHIH SHUT UP he’s so ugly i hate him (desperately in love with him rattling the bars of my cage) #「kat <3」 #「mercury recs」

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Live Show Part Two | Bakugou Katsuki

Sorry this took me so long guys, I hope you enjoy it!

Part One.

Thanks to @leeswritingworld​ for reading through this with me. 

Warnings: 18+

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#PLEASE #why does him calling me a stalker……. do smth #stop it #「kat <3」 #「mercury recs」

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Live Show | Bakugou Katsuki

FINALLY finished Camboy!Bakugou Part One. I’m trying a slightly different direction with this compared to Private Show, I really hope you guys like it. 

Part Two.

Warnings: 18+

The screen flashed with the usual countdown, indicating ten minutes until the start of the live show. Ground Zero’s live streams always started at 8.30pm every time they were scheduled. Whenever he’d put the notification up online that a show would be scheduled you dropped any and all plans in favour for the man. Your friends were beginning to think you were a hermit, constantly blowing them off and making up excuses but you couldn’t help yourself. This was what this random stranger on the internet had turned you into. A huge chunk of your paycheck slipping into his Only Fans, Premium Snapchat and his live streams. The fact that not even an hour ago he’d posted some post-workout gym selfies in the Premium Snapchat, the steam from the shower he’d just taken clouding the image as you took in the sight of his chiselled abs, a fluffy towel slung low on his hips. This thought had now been with you the rest of your evening, unable to focus on anything else as you counted down the minutes until Ground Zero’s live stream.

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#jo i’m ab to go fucking crazy #this has been on my tbr for so long and THE WAIT WAS WORTH IT THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD #「kat <3」 #「mercury recs」

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#pls #「kat <3」