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ectologia · 8 months

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love your stuff!! would you be ok with making something about bakugo just being a bully?

HARD TIMES

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, BULLYING, ABUSE, SWEATY ARMPITS, PISS, HUMILIATION, MISOGYNY, SIZE KINK, SIZE DIFFERENCE, CRUEL NICKNAMES, DEGRADATION, OBJECTIFICATION, PROFANITY

“Hey.”

You shuffle down the corridor quicker at the deep, rumbling snarl. Twisting the straps of your bag tighter in your clammy fists as you take long, purposeful strides, almost skipping in your steps.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” A heavy palm lands on your shoulder, squeezing like a python once your back collides with the wall.

Your eyes follow the stocky blonde’s form all the way up his hard chest, chasing to confirm the two crimson rubies placed atop his tanned features like the gems of a crown.

Bakugou juts his chin upwards in an abrasive fashion the moment you whimper under the pressure of his fingertips.

“I didn’t see you in math today.”

You sweep his hand off, shuffling backwards beneath his stoic gaze. “I.. Uhm.. I switched classes..” You mumble, barely coherent under your meek breath.

“Why’s that.”

It’s not a question, nor does he care for an answer.

One thudding foot after another and he’s in your shadow, looming over you like the sun swallowing the moon.

Two thick biceps come to rest by your spinning head, propped against the wall at the perfect angle for the heady stench of his sweaty armpits to suffocate you in the tight space.

“I’m disappointed, I was looking forward to seeing my little cock-sock today.”

You turn, raising a defensive fore-arm. “Please, Bakugou. Not today, I—”

He curls a set of scarred fingers around the flimsy joint, stretching it upwards until he has you pinned like a butterfly, helpless and vulnerable against the wall.

“What’s my name?” He scoffs.

You squeal once the calloused digits tense, popping and rolling your delicate bones in a painful hug.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!”

His fist goes limp once again. “There we go.. stupid bitch.”

The heavy appendage drops back down to his side, as does yours. You rub at the red stripes left across your skin, encouraging the blood to pool back into your veins.

“I ain’t got much time, training’s in 20 minutes.”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up, brows knitted in pardon.

His eyes roll in their sockets. “Get your pussy out, need to fuck something.”

Panic strikes and you’re flinching away.

“Hey, stop acting like such a little victim — just spread ‘em.”

It takes him less than 3 seconds to do it himself. You’re hoisted up onto the window-sill with one large palm splayed across your ass, while the other comes down to paw at the fabric stretched across your chubby mound.

“Thought I told you to stop wearing these shitty shorts under your skirt.”

“I can’t, they’re part of the uniform policy!”

“Blah, blah, bitch.” He tugs at the black spandex. “All I’m hearing is you want your pussy lips burnt off.”

The fibres twang and snap under the crackling heat of his quirk, disconnecting until a grand burning hole is left in the garment.

“Katsuki!”

“That’s me.” He snickers with a toothy grin, pulling away to inspect the tiny slit between your legs.

“Did you get looser?” He cleaves the swollen folds apart, hooking two thumbs around the gooey rim of your pussyhole.

You tuck your chin into your chest, frowning down at his ministrations.

“Only joking babe.” He spanks your clit, chuckling at the way your legs jump. “She’s still good for another fuck or two.”

He wastes no time, pulling the stiff length of his fat dick out to slap against your puffed up pussy.

“Let’s do this quick, yeah? Don’t really wanna be seen piping a loser, no offence.”

You’re swung back and forth by the hinges of your knees with your feet left dangling in the air, clumsily knocking his back with every hop.

His hips clap against the crease of your thighs, pumping in and out of your sloppy cunny as the bulbous head of his cock pokes at your cervix.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Bounce that fat-ass back on me, just like that.” He howls through the thin space of his pursed lips, huffing and puffing as he lifts you up and down on his prick.

“B— Katsuki!”

“Shh, shut up.”

He squeezes your face in between his fingers, smothering your mouth in an attempt to keep your cries to a minimum.

A dewy sheen bubbles along his hairline, darkening the beach blond spikes until the ends droop from the humidity. The way his large frame tips forward to knock his sweaty forehead against yours has you mewling, clawing at his shoulders for stability and some form of comfort as he uses you like his own girlie little flesh-light.

“Mmh.. Fuck on it, fuck on that cock, fuck on that big fat monster cock.”

His rapid thumping slows to a mellow pace as a ponderous expression befalls him. “All this humping’s making me need a piss.”

At this, you yelp. Thrashing around in his arms like a fish out of water.

He takes one step, two steps, towards the window until you’re squashed and squished against the glass.

“Well done piggie. You’ve just been promoted to Katsuki Bakugou’s new toilet.”

The torrid stream has you feeling almost bloated, on the brink of bursting as you’re pumped full off cock and piss, dribbling and squirting out of the tiny seam left in the space that Katsuki has yet to fill. Your toes curl and cripple from the positively sickening warmth of his urine spraying out of your cunt, sloshing around in what you can only assume is your womb.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff…” His ears twitch at the sensation of releasing inside your body.

Your head lounges against your shoulder, floating in and out of consciousness until a stinging smack to your cheek has you shaking yourself awake.

“You passin’ out on me already?” He adjusts his position, bringing your pliable, fucked-out body closer towards his chest.

“I ain’t even cum yet, baby.”

#𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou x female reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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jaegerluvss · 3 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈— 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 :: short fic ( SFW )

> 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 :: Hi hii (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ ! ! Umm…so (◕‿◕) Let’s not talk about how I just disappeared for like 4 months lol… school has been taking up so much time lately, and I’ve been so stressed that I never really had the time to come on here to write :p But thats okay! Everyone has their off days! Or months in my case (//▽//) This specific prompt has been sitting at the back of my mind for the longest time, so i suppose now is the perfect time to actually write it !! Hope you guys enjoy <33

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you do that.” Your boyfriend 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 huffs as he shoves past you with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh come on babe!” You whine, following right behind him as you wave your eyeshadow palette around. “It’s only a little! I swear I won’t post it anywhere or show anybody, it’s just gonna be between us. You would look so cute!’

Katsuki snorts as you say that, swirling around with his arms crossed as he glared down at you.

“Shit, if I got anything out of it maybe I’d agree. What’re you willin’ to do? Cause I for sure ain’t gonna do it without something in return.” He says, a smug smile appearing on his face.

You cross your arms back at him, lifting your head up and looking him straight in the eyes.

“…I’ll get you that new Zelda game you’ve been wanting. Tears of the kingdom, is it called?” you say, knowing he would never back down from such an opportunistic moment. ( Off topic but i headcanon that bakugou is a HUGE botw fan. Horikoshi told me himself! )

You see his face falter a bit as he stares at you in shock.

“Wha—you know thats like $70 right? You would waste $70 just to put some shit on my face that Imma wipe off anyway?” He replies, not thinking you’re serious.

You nod your head. “Yes. I would! Now will you let me do it or not?” You say, swinging makeup brushes in front of his face.

You can see him contemplating everything for a moment before giving in, sighing loudly and scratching the back of his neck.

“Fine. But you better get me the game after like you promised.” He groaned.

You squeal loudly in excitement as you take his hand quickly, dragging him over to the couch to get things started.

Katsuki was layed on the couch comfortably as you were sat on his lap, carefully applying some bright pink eyeshadow on his lids. Every time you tapped something on, his face would scrunch up and crinkle, ruining your ability to do it precisely.

“Katsuki, I swear if you move one more time! You’re making me mess up!” You huff at him.

He rolls his eyes, pushing the brush away from his face as he tried to sit up.

“Its not my fucking fault that thing is itchy as hell. Why d’ya gotta add so much?” He complains.

“Its all part of the process! Now just stay still and look pretty, I’ll do the rest.” You say, pushing him back down and dabbing more eyeshadow onto your brush.

You can hear him sigh in annoyance as he lays back down, grumbling to himself.

“You’re lucky I love you…” you hear him say.

You try not to smile at his comment but a small grin takes shape as you mix in some glitter with the pink.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐯𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

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saetoru · 2 years

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[ 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 ] 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

bakugou is six when you confidently tell him you’ll marry him, a giggly little toothy grin on your face as you hand him a flower.

“kacchan, one day we’ll get married,” you announce, and then you lean in, planting a soft kiss to his cheek.

he thinks his world just about stops for a moment.

but then he hears a snicker from the behind, and then another, and another—and suddenly he remembers his friends that are watching, a scowl quickly painting over his face as he grimaces.

“gross,” he grumbles, “i’m not marrying you,” he huffs, swiftly turning around and leaving you on your own.

he pretends like he’s forgotten the flower in his hand is still there, that he doesn’t hear you yell, “oh yes you will!” after him as he fights off the blush dusting across his face.

——————————

“you know, i do hate to say i told you so, but—”

“don’t,” bakugou grumbles, cutting you off. and something in his tone tells you he already knows what you’re going to say.

a small part of him is fond of the little memory, happy that things turned out just as you predicted—another part hates you’re about to tease him mercilessly.

“—but i did tell you so,” you grin, staring at the ring on your hand happily, wriggling your fingers to watch it glimmer in your dimly lit bedroom as moonlight pours through the window. you feel the rumble of his chest under your cheek as he grunts, shuffling closer as you lay your ring clad hand on his sternum.

“you never fuckin’ stop talking, do you?” he mutters, but his arm curls around you tighter.

bakugou thinks he’s spent the greater part of his life trying to get better, to be better—he almost forgets that sometimes, he can be just enough as is. and he thinks he always has been with you, worthy of your six year old hand in marriage even as he left you all alone at the sandbox, worthy of your saccharine smile and melodic laugh even as he pushes past you for years and years on end.

and sometimes, when the weight on his chest becomes too much, he almost forgets you’re all he really needs to breathe.

“i would never pass up a chance to tell sir dynamight ‘i told you so’,” you giggle, poking his cheek as he groans. he flicks your forehead, but there’s a slight wobble to his lips as he fights back a fond grin.

“quit callin’ me that, you sound like an idiot,” he scoffs. your finger traces a small heart across his cheek, and he snorts at the cheesiness. “marrying you’s a bad fuckin’ decision,” he sighs.

“hey,” you pout, “that’s rude. we haven’t even been engaged for a full day yet.”

“i don’t know if i’ll make it a full day as your fiancé.”

“aw, katsuki,” you drawl, planting a loud, wet kiss to his jaw, pinching his cheek as he swats your hand away with a scowl, “you can’t wait a whole day, huh? wanna get married that fast?” you tease through wriggled brows.

he wonders what prompted him to buy the ring in the first place.

“don’t flatter yourself,” he huffs flatly.

“well, we can’t elope,” you hum, and by now, your finger has settled for tracing meaningless patterns over his chest, gently running over the skin as his heart beats under your touch. “your mom would kill you if she didn’t get a wedding.”

“hate to break it to you, babe,” he smirks, pinching the tip of your nose playfully as he chuckles, “but marrying me means you’re apart of the bakugou family—so now you gotta feel the old hag’s wrath too. just like the rest of us.”

“nuh uh, i’m too cute,” you argue. it’s silent, and then he lets out a snort before he rolls his eyes, pressing a soft peck to your forehead—and it’s almost his silent way of agreeing.

“you’re trouble ‘s what you are,” he mutters. you hum, smiling thoughtfully, soft, gentle.

he wonders if he’ll ever fully deserve it.

“are you excited?” you murmur, cheek pressing further against his chest as you shuffle closer.

bakugou swallows for a moment. and it should be an easy question to answer—he doesn’t think he’s ever been more excited for something in his life before. not graduating, not going pro, not starting his agency, not even your first date (and you both still pretend he didn’t accidentally blow up the stems of the flowers he got you through sweaty palms.)

he feels his chest grow heavy, the weight of his emotions too much for him to comprehend, and he finds he’s still tumbling down the road of getting better—of being better. but then you kiss his chest under your cheek, and it’s easy to breathe again.

and he’s enough as is—always has been, always will be. your hand, the same hand that you promised him marriage with at six years old, grabs his and entwines your fingers together, and he thinks maybe being better shouldn’t be hard if you walk with him down the road right by his side.

“six year old me would throw a fit,” he mumbles instead, but he knows you have your answer when you giggle.

“six year old me would also say i told you so.”

“‘course you would,” he snorts, and then he tilts your jaw up and kisses your lips like he means it.

and bakugou katsuki, as his thumb runs over your cheek softly, like he’s holding the world in his hands and standing with the sun under his feet, can’t wait to kiss you on your wedding day.

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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐂𝐬

With: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido, and Ochako Uraraka

A/N: Different types of drunks are so funny to me. I love watching some ppls personalities just doing a 180, its always so amusing to me. I also might write one for demon slayer characters, I was on the fence about mha or kny. lmk if i should do it for my other loves :)

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

Light Weight/Sloppy Drunk

Light. Weight. I mean everyone know it, after one drink his cheeks are flushed and he is grinning like a mad man.

His former classmates love to just offer him drink after drink, just to see him get wasted.

Sloppy drunk. Im sorry, but he is. Slurring his words, hiccuping, stumbling everywhere.

He always ends up falling somehow, you find him laughing on the floor with people crowding over him trying to help him up.

Talks to everyone he can find. Literally they cant even understand what he is saying because he is slurring his words and rambling about everything.

”Im not drunk, Y/N! You're drunk!” As he is on the floor, refusing to grab onto your hands to help him up. He's so stubborn.

He always ends up vomiting.

You basically have to pour water down his throat to sober him up.

He refuses to go out the next couple of days cause he is so embarrassed of his actions.

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Silent/Clingy Drunk

His usual scowl disappears, and for once in his life he looks…relaxed?

Just watches his friends do stupid things without any yelling.

Seems to scout for you the second you leave his sight.

Lots of mumbling under his breathe that nobody hears.

Sticks with you most of the time. Only talking when someone talks to him, but even so he gives one word responses.

You only know that he is drunk because of his flushed appearance and slight smile. Its so rare to see him smile in front of people.

Mumbles compliments in your ear, and plays with the hems of your outfit.

Holds your hand the entire night and follows you around.

Randomly will disappear and come back with another round of drinks for the table. Instantly becomes everyones favorite drunk.

Yells at everyone the next day if the mention anything about him being “soft”

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

Relaxed/Smiling Drunk

Its rare to see Shoto give a full smile, but after a couple of shots he just can't stop grinning.

Is surprisingly much more talkative and friendly towards his ex-classmates.

But the second he finds somewhere to sit, he is stationed there for the rest of the night.

He acts more high than drunk istg

Just sits back and smiles, laughing at everything that comes out his friends mouth.

Its so cute though, because he gets so excited when talking to you.

He def slurs his words but you cant even tease him because he looks like he is having the time of his life.

One of those drunks that finds out they have a random special talent. Like have u seen that video of the drunk dude that finds out he is fantastic at piano?? Thats shoto.

Laughs at his self when he tries to walk in a straight line. “Look Y/N. I cant walk straight!” You just have to go along with it

Doesn't get hungover at all! But also doesn't remember anything lol

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Crying/Emotional Drunk

Something about it just gets him so emotional. He doesn't even know why.

He drinks and cries, drinks and cries, until you have to drag him home.

Most of the time he is crying about like the least important things like how good you look right now or how crazy it is that he is dating someone like you.

Other times he tries to go all “meaning of life” on everyone. It throws everyone the fuck off and you always have to try to get him back into the moment. Its so funny tho

When he bumps into someone, he apologizes so much it makes the other person feels uncomfortable.

Will randomly go silent and then start crying again. The bartender always looks so concerned.

You have to bring him home early bc he just ruins the vibe. he is not allowed to drink when you guys are tying to relax and enjoy the moment.

Sober him is way more fun lmaooo

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

Flirty/Touchy Feely Drunk

Are you surprised?

Its like every single pickup line is blurted out no matter the moment.

You'll be in the middle of a conversation and all of the sudden you hear some bullshit like. “Hey baby, are you from Tennessee?” “Denki dont.” “Cause youre the only ten I see” scares off every single girl you were talking to.

Tries to get you to do lewd ass dancing with him and acts like you killed him when you decline.

Hand on your waist, or thigh, or neck, or ass if you dont slap him away. Genuine pervert.

You catch him flirting with Bakugou once and you got so much second hand embarrassment from the way the blonde just stared at him in disgust.

Tries to unbutton his shirt, and about every ten minutes you have to rebutton it for him. “What, you cant handle all of this?” You almost kill him.

Overall, at least he is a partier and you know youll have fun with him.

Gets HORRIBLE hangovers tho. You are stuck taking care of him the next day (again)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎

Affectionate/Friendly Drunk

Makes friends with every single person she sees.

The drunk girls you see in the bathroom that hypes you up? Thats her.

Especially if you are her partner?? God damn she compliments you so much.

Ends up helping the DJ chose songs when you guys go to clubs. Seriously it is so funny how she ends up talking to everyone.

So much dancing. So so much dancing. Even if its just the two of you, you guys are dancing.

But also mom too, like makes sure everyone has water and isnt getting too fucked up (izuku). Keeps everyone a their best.

You stumble over, she catches you with the biggest smile on her face. Wont even tease you, just continues to make the vibes just absolutely great.

Holds her alcohol perfectly. Enough to get crazy, but she isnt stumbling nor slurring her words.

I just want to go clubbing with her.

𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀

Angry/Fight Picker Drunk

This seems like a shocker. What precious ochako getting mad at people???

Yes. She picks fights.

ALWAYS with dudes that her twice her size too. Be prepared to fight istg.

Yells at people who are too drunk (Izuku) and tells them to get their shit togehter. You have to use your hand to cover her mouth before she gets kicked out.

So many curse words. So many.

Literally gets approached by nobody because she has the biggest frown on her face.

You have to try to ease her up by dancing with her or showering her with compliments.

Cheers her up for a bit, and she goes back to all smiley and happy, but then someone interrupts the two of you, and she goes back to being pissed.

You have to watch her 24/7.

She doesnt drink that much anymore because she knows how she gets lol

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kaidabakugou · 8 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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asking him to suck your tits

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his stuffy nose | example lol

merman bkg snippet | hcs

spooky szn snippets

crime shows & podcasts

angry sex w/ leash n’ collar

calling him after a villain attack

new haircut sex

when you’re getting sick

pinching wars

hospital bed cuddles

first time passion

size kink

winter cuddles

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injured thoughts

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mafia boss n’ his dog w/ kippen | more

kippen’s sugar daddy thoughts

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when he asks to go camping

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working out

villain selfship snippet

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when they sleep

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winter cuddles w/ shouto todoroki

body worship w/ mt. lady

ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ©ᴋᴀɪᴅᴀʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ 2022-2024 | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛꜱ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ

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mimiriko · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

notes :: established relationship. 2.4k. fem!reader.

summary :: it’s slow progress making people realize their explosive hero is more than that, more than shallow waters of anger. you wonder faintly if it’s intentional turning a blind eye at the love cracking from his hands, bleeding into you so openly. all it took for the world to change is him carrying you bridal-style.

Sometimes you think about people, and how easy they judge. Sometimes, you think the surface layer is faux and the sea beds contain the real treasure. But to put on a suit and take a deep breath: from your mouth and hold it in your throat, venture down until your ears ring, is too much. Skimming the pretty waters from above is enough.

Living amongst dreamers will never become better, walking beside the theorists and talking to the audacious never gets lighter to bare. To conure stories of the wonders and horrors underneath, cajoling you into saying anything that will prove their words, imprint fact on their gossip. You're the first and only one with a diving suit after all.

"Is he coming?"

The smile clipped on your face is straining. "Any moment, he's just parking."

"It's almost been six months together, right?" she continues, giggling unkindly and sipping her fruity drink. "Who would've thought."

It's a shame: her polite guise from afar drove you to her side, a nook of safety from the overwhelming dance floor, but her mouth opened just like the rest. 'Who would've thought?' You scoff, scanning for the familiar blond peaks of hair.

Don't flare up; you're gonna leave soon anyway.

"Yo."

Thank god.

"Hey, Kats," you're glued to his side in a second. The mercurial energy around the girl— her name already went out of one ear, ever since she recognized you from the papers —switches into something else. Sycophant. Harsh for your tongue, but her fluttering lashes at your lover is boiling your temperament with rage. Raw, as strong as it's been since the first day. The first day Katsuki made it known he was yours.

(It wasn't a fleeting comment on your relationship, no Sorry, I've got a girlfriend to fans, it was even before any dispatch got ahold of your pictures. It was in his first interview. Where he looked the camera dead in its lens and flayed himself open, I'm taken. )

"Hi, Dynamight," she says, breathless.

"Hello. I'll be leavin' now. Enjoy your night."

You spluttered, catching yourself before fully launching a laugh in her face, and turned to the front door with his arm hanging off your shoulders.

You notice the tension in his face and frame easing off, the rough edges around his eyes slanting, sculpting into a rounder, softer look.

No one sees the hand that holds the door for you, they just see your warmth embracing the man.

—

Your legs burn. Diverging from the joint of your knees, paralysing nerves till your toes and sending needles up your abdomen. Harsh fluorescent lights blind your vision in spots, and you're stuck with blinking them away vainly as you scan the store aisle. You look worn out, from the creases in your hoodie to the shine of sweat on your face, and you feel exactly that. Rung dry from the day, barbed heart and pounding head.

Nimbly, you slot a packet of pads in your armpit and make a beeline for some food. Something warm for your sore throat, maybe some sweet potatoes if they're still on the charcoal at this time. Or you could snag any bento box and frozen gyoza left and heat it for you and Katsuki. It’ll be futile considering he’ll have to deviate from his meal plan, but you’re sure he won’t mind you indulging.

A hand on your shoulder startles you, “Wha—“

You blink. Speak of the devil. “Kat.”

Dressed in his spare outfit he wears after patrol, the one that smells like a men's locker room, Katsuki stretches his hand to you, holding a basket full of your cravings. "Knew you'd be here," he says plainly.

Dumbfounded, you take the basket. Your eyes catch your favourite rice cakes, drinks, chips and frozen gyoza. Around the handle your fingers tremble, and you shyly tuck your chin and move closer to him. A surge of protectiveness overtakes him, and he tenderly holds your head with his calloused hands, bringing you to his chest.

Walking towards the cashier with his heartbeat as your melody, a sharp ring from his phone cuts the air and divides his attention. He fails to feel your arm shooting towards a coffee drink left out, securing a pack of chilly ramen along the way. Your hands slink the items at the counter, and his copper eyes burn your downturned face resting now on his bicep. He was Dynamight on the phone right now, and could not break out of it.

Bag in your grasp, the moon offered her light on the walk home, lighting the concrete silver. Shades of black detail his build and his hair looks as if it’s crowned by stars—you can't help but stare.

Silence caved once Katsuki finished the call, savouring the tranquillity the night brings in comparison to the hustle of the day.

Quietly, pensively, your hand lowered into the bag, floundering for the shape of a can. Your fingers spread like cobwebs until they wrapped themselves around the item. In an attempt to be smooth, you lift it in one motion, and a defining chorus of crinkles of plastic echoed.

You sweat.

He sucks in a breath. "Y/n,” he growls, "you know caffeine isn't fucking good for your cramps."

"I know," you reply helplessly, "but-"

"And it's almost midnight!" He takes the can, swatting your hands away.

You whine with no real vexation, like a sated child denied extra candy. Bouncing on your heel, tugging him by his collar, reaching for his arm that went in the air above your reach, or when he stoops down and you have to crouch to even skim your fingers on the metal.

"You wont get anywhere with this." He smirks despite the mask of indignation: lips stretched lopsidedly, utterly charming and handsome. Your own lips tingle, buzzing with a want to kiss him silly. Even if you're in public at nighttime, even if the shadows cloak you—the memory of a glossy lens, cold glass shielding an all-knowing eye, renders you to keep your love for home.

But like an oasis in a desert, a novel feeling mixes in your head. Glistening with temptation under the heat and surrounded by hot sand, beckoning you to bring its poison down your gullet.

It's just you and him. The night was waning, and your heart loosened with it. It's just you and him.

Giddy, you shoot a grin, killing him softly. And then you spring up, startling him. Your lips meet with excitement, mirroring two puppies. Eager, trusting, vulnerable.

Incrementally, you deliver another peck. And another. Until a warm hand takes shelter in your hair, bunching it up and using it to angle you better. A swift kick to his calf jolts him. "The fuck?"

A curse never sounded so breathless. "Give my coffee back you piece of shit. You'd think your lover would be a little nicer when you're on your fucking period.”

"Oh yeah? Maybe your lover just doesn't wanna be a victim to your fucking tossing and turning at night because of your cramps."

Wrestling him is useless, not when his muscles faintly show themselves under his hoodie all hard and wired, but you try anyway. You continue until he's heedless to his own laugh, a rosy tint spread on his bunched up cheeks. You can feel the wind of it on your face.

But the world zooms out of focus, expanding from your happy alcove far too soon.

Beneath a street lamp on the lane you just entered stood a group of people. Back from an outing, judging by the glimmer and cat-eye's, adding depth to the stare they've held on you. Heads drawn like a shark to the scent of blood.

Katsuki fluidly untangles from your limbs, but his jaw is more rigged, his eyes are cast off a bit too far, and the hand on your waist hovers lightly. Touching the fabric of your shirt more than yourself.

Your heart sinks as you pass by, only a narrow road between you but it feels like oceans. A ship travelling the opposite direction and passing by your route, whispers flicking at your ears like sea-foam and cannons angled towards you.

(The main fear that resides in your chest, claws sharp digging at your bones, is what they can say about Katsuki. Ruin him overnight, transforming the gentle hands around your waist to ones with an intent to hurt, to harm. Off of no basis—only his explosive character.

However you are nothing but an open heart to him; he knows your fears like they're his own, and he makes sure everything is behind sealed doors.)

The bag full of food becomes invisible, but the coffee in his hand away from you is in the spotlight.

—

You feel as if you’re in an inchoate dream.

Skipping stones between life and a hazy alternate universe; the low thrum of the car brings an illusion of a soft lullaby, coaxing you into letting go and float somewhere above clouds.

If it hadn’t been for the hand on your thigh stroking in gentle motions, you would not have made it this far. If it hadn’t been for Katsuki sitting beside you, powering you through all the preparations, your first official public appearance would’ve been a calamity.

The car slowly rolls to a stop in front of a red carpet, sleek and ever so daunting, and the chauffeur makes his way to your door before Katsuki stops him with a hand.

Dressed smartly in a mulberry tux, tailored fabric and fitted waistcoat leaving nothing to the imagination, he turns towards you, as if approaching a trembling animal, and waits. Your eyes felt as if they’ve been covered by a veil, barely outlining his face painting only patience towards you. The world’s chaos outside reached your ears through a blanket of water, and your own matching mulberry dress clung uncomfortably to your skin.

He extends his fingertip, brushing your knuckle, and you blink owlishly at him. Trailing further to your wrist, he takes your hand and places it on his lap.

Your throat unstuck itself suddenly, just by a touch.

He tugs towards the door, looking at you for permission—and with a nod, you give it to him.

The rest is lost in bliss and buzz of fame. A dizzying dissonance of memories but all linked with happiness. You are here. You are alive and well.

And with Katsuki, you can finally turn to a camera and give a smile. A big, beautiful smile that leaves your eyes in sparkling crescents. A smile no serpent could look away from.

But there’s a limit to the sky, and being weightless only feels so great until you miss the drag of gravity. Your fingers tug Katsuki’s tie askew in the after-party, and one eyebrow rose in response. He studied you, posture needle straight which he knew was forced, and put his drink down on a nearby table. “Want to switch your heels with my shoes? Your feet are probably red as hell.”

Your chest warmed with the question. “‘m good.”

The ruckus you stood in was at the back of a building, floors down and a lengthy walk from the line of cars awaiting for their respective hero’s. You nod at friends while you make your way to the entrance—Izuku, Kiri, Mina—and smile back at their lovers.

You forgot Katsuki’s words have a habit of becoming law though, no matter the circumstance. A soft pinch of your heel strap takes your attention, and it continues until it starts to scrape. You’re slow to feel the tender flesh of your soles, the press of material at your toes. Glossy lips become a chew toy to suppress your agitation because you were just fine ten minutes ago.

It’s fine, there’s not much longer to go. It doesn’t matter if you can see from your peripheral vision Katsuki’s tantalizing face.

"The earth won't collapse if we switch shoes y'know."

"It's not that long of a walk," you grumbled, "quit it."

If the stars weren't spilled into the night sky, if the sun replaced the moon and the familiar goosebumps of cameras returned, you would have let him wear your heels. The media would greedily devour the intimacy, the acts of service, and boost Katsuki's name with praise not flames.

But underneath the high ceilings and dimly illuminated hallways, with only tinted windows to know of your love, there's no point.

The word stubborn breezes past your ears, and you turn your head at him curiously, before your world is rocked sideways like a glass knocked off a table.

Yet the arms that were the source of your fall did not let you hit the ground, that wasn't the purpose at all, but instead lifted you and stole a yelp from your lungs. Cradling you bridal-style, feet dangling off his arms.

All you did— could do, courtesy to the iron grip on your body, was stare at him. At his eyes fixed forward—defiant, stubborn, handsome. You wonder if your weight matters to him at all if he could steal you from the ground mid-stride.

And you have half a mind to castigate him for it, because it was fundamentally cruel. Unfair. Unjust for him to blend your heart like this.

"You better put me down before someone sees,” You stress.

"Y'see anyone here, sugar?"

"Once you get to the front door there will be! I'm not playing Kat."

"Neither am I.” he says, before jostling you around with dilute vigour, with you whisper-screaming to knock it off. Another flight of stairs and a revolving door, and you'll be at the eye of the public again. Like entering a relic.

The idea of lowering your head, clinging to Katsuki and praying the shutters of white light would freeze in time, was unbearable. Not when you felt encapsulated in a fairytale tonight. How had you lived before?

Because you weren't. A mere skull filled with blackened thoughts. It felt like removing the stitches off a wound, staining the marred skin red and jumping back in.

You were getting closer, nearer to the front doors.

In that instant, a new feeling blistered.

You brace yourself with a smile. "We're going to make a scene, aren't we?"

The halting bold look on his face transmutes into confusion—then true courage takes over.

The uproar of paparazzi and the internet the next few days rival each other. A sight one would think is so rare there wasn't a chance of it existing at all, served on a silver plate. Ares holding an Angel.

One thing in particular which truly lit the public into a spiralling inferno, was spotted by a fan. Trained eyes from a bedroom catching a private moment, between the intervals of blinding light at Katsuki's walking figure.

@makingmagic :: Doesn't Dynamight look like he's whispering "darling"?

#🪐#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader

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mysicklove · 11 months

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𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

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CW: AFAB! Reader, HEAVY subspace, overstimulation, tears, multiple orgasms, riding, dry orgasm

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CW: Bottom! Reader, Muzzling obvi, riding, biting previously referred to

Frown Lines | (SFW)

Summary: Bakugou is bound to get wrinkles with his constant scowl

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Summary: Sleeping on you best friends lap doesnt NOT make him jealous. AT ALL.

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CW: Fem! Reader

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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REGRET.

➳ synopsis: you have an argument with them before you leave for a mission, and you can’t get the harsh words that were directed at you out of your head, even if your life is on the line.

➳ character/s: bakugou katsuki, tokoyami fumikage, shinsou hitoshi, aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura

➳ warnings: swearing, angst, violence, blood, injuries, mentions of death, implications of death (these are very open-ended and up-for-interpretation headcanons), pro hero!au

➳ notes: i'm in need of angst and i don’t know why?? i’m sorry in advance, especially my aizawa stans, i seem to only make him feel PAIN

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

firstly

not surprising that you guys had an argument

he can be pretty disagreeable

you were trying to get his advice on a hero costume upgrade

but he didn’t feel like being helpful that day, i guess

because he got snappy with you and asked you why you hadn’t thought of this already

you could think of countless times he’d not thought of things

which only made you retaliate

because if he’s allowed to think of things later down the track, so are you

but the moment you voiced that

it all went to shit

‘oh my fucking god, you’re such a pest, this is pathetic.’

at that point you gave up and left him alone until you went on the mission

it was supposed to be a simple investigation

you’d gone with some of the others from your ua days

midoriya, iida, tsuyu and shoji

but it seemed that the villains were a step ahead of you

and though the others advised to retreat and return later

you told them to go back

you’d hold them off to buy them time

which they do - begrudgingly

but they make a beeline for bakugou’s agency

when he sees them barging into the building, he’s pretty annoyed, but quickly notices you’re not with them

he asked your whereabouts in the most serious tone they’ve ever heard from him

when they lead him back to you, his breath hitched in his throat

there, in a pile of rubble, was your body

unconscious and covered in blood

rushing to you, he pressed his fingers to your neck

panic filled his mind when he could feel it, but barely

as iida called the medics, bakugou kept mumbling about how he was sorry and that he should’ve helped you with your gear, otherwise you wouldn’t be here

a wave of guilt washed over him as he waited for the medics to take you to hospital

he would have yelled at midoriya for pointing out the tears that lined his eyelashes, but he got mad at you for something stupid and look where you are now

when you were passed off to the medics, he felt paralysed in his spot as your hand that was resting on your stomach slipped and hung lifelessly off the stretcher

no one could get him to move from his spot with mere words, and it took shoji to carry him from the scene for bakugou’s pained wails to finally be let loose

── 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄.

he’s a bit of an edge lord

and i feel like the argument would have started with him just being pessimistic about everything

he can take it too far though

the night before you left

he was talking about how all good things come to an end or something

and you asked if that’s how he felt about your relationship

that was what made him annoyed in the first place

and in his irritated state, he said yes

so now, at 2 am

you’re virtually yelling at each other until he tells you

‘if you can’t deal with me and my beliefs, just leave. don’t be a burden to me.’

‘fine.’

the morning of the mission, you considered saying goodbye

but his words repeated through your head

and you decided to head off without seeing him again

you were grouped with lower level heroes and even though there were plenty of you

the villains were stronger than you’d anticipated

the others offered to call for tokoyami for backup

but you refused the help, saying that it wouldn’t be worth burdening him over this and to just fall back and let you handle it

and though they retreated, they still ran to get tokoyami

they actually didn’t tell him why he had to come and fast

because you were on the verge of death at any moment

which was true, because it was a 5 vs 1 and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last

when he got to the scene, all he could see was red

everywhere

blood was splattered against almost everything, though to varying degrees

at the base of a lamp post, you lay in a pool of your own blood

kneeling by your side and pulling you into his arms, you weakly struggled against his hold, but a strangled cry escaped your lips at the pain

tokoyami’s heart shattered, both from the sound of you hurt and the fact that you tried to reject his help

lifting you gently, your head rolled back and your eyes finally closed

passing you to the medics, he laid you on the stretcher and rested his forehead against yours, nuzzling your nose with his beak before letting you go

his mind raced with reasons you wouldn’t call for him as you always had done if you were in dire need of assistance, but he soon recalled your argument from the night before

he turned to the remaining villains, but not before telling dark shadow to go wild

he wouldn’t let your injuries be for nothing

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

what an untrusting fellow

he’s still a bit cold

childhood trauma does that to someone

he probably pushed you away when you asked if he was ok

he was very pouty when you were leaving the house

and then he got kinda mad when you pointed it out

it very quickly got to a point in the argument where it was no longer about the original point you each were making

you both started pulling shit from previous fights and going around in circles

until eventually it hit the climax

‘stop being so annoying and just go on your fucking mission.’

you stood there with your mouth agape

and shinsou was too slow to take it back before you were out the door

to be honest

you definitely needed help with this mission

more than you’d already got

because there had already been a couple casualties

and the villains were far from worn out

meanwhile you and your team were spent

you didn’t feel any pain with the adrenaline running through your veins

and you were heavily debating calling for back up

but the nearest agency would be shinsou’s

and you weren’t gonna deal with his attitude

you would rather die in that moment

and you almost did if your team didn’t call for back up in your stead

running to the mission site, his eyes darted around the scene, looking for you

a teammate gripped his shoulder, pointing to the building you were last in

but as soon as he followed their finger, a scream erupted from his throat as a bomb explosion filled his ears and remnants of the building rained down the streets

sprinting into the just-exploded building, he called your name over and over again

the lack of response filled his stomach with dread as he frantically searched the building for you

he dropped to his knees when he found your limp body sprawled along the stairwell, blood seeping into the concrete and dripping over the edge

he didn’t think he was all that much of a crier

but he couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes at the sight of you on death’s door

as the rest of your team arrived at his location, he turned to them, practically growling as he asked why they didn’t stay with you

when they nervously told him the reason, his heart broke just a little bit more and he stared at the ground blankly, praying that you would make it long enough for him to apologise

── 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀.

my man’s a teacher

the guy is super stressed

and probably snapped at you because of that

you came in to say goodbye to him

and he literally just wanted to sleep

but he can’t see you off if he’s asleep ;v;

gently, you woke him up with a small nudge

and when he opened his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel dumb for doing so

because the glare he gave you told you enough

after asking what you want, you just said you wanted to say goodbye to him before you left

‘if that’s all, let me sleep. you’re disturbing me.’

closing his eyes, he sighed in exhaustion as he heard you leave

it was mainly a training mission you were assigned

helping near-graduates from ua for their internships

it was meant to just be that

but you definitely couldn’t account for an underground group of villains to wreak havoc

you told the students to retreat for their safety

and it would’ve been a good idea to follow, but you refused to be a disturbance

regardless, aizawa was called to come collect the students

and when he got there, he was quite alarmed that your presence was absent

and his concern was valid as they brought him back to the fight scene

you were barely conscious, eyes fluttering shut soon after you forced them open

your hand weakly pressed against your side to stop the large gash that oozed blood at a faster rate than anyone had ever seen

aizawa turned to the students to thank them, but gently pushed them to the other heroes who had turned up

he didn’t want them to witness what could be the death of their mentor

gently, he sat you up, wincing at your sharp scream of pain, but wrapped his capture weapon around your waist

leaning your head against his chest gently, you muttered an apology for disturbing him

his heart shattered at your words and he stared at your wound, the blood seeping through his capture weapon and staining his clothes

he softly called your name as he began his apology, but stopped when he looked at your face again, noticing your eyes had closed and feeling your body go limp

he reached for your wrist, feeling for your pulse and anxiously glancing at your face in case you opened your eyes again

when he felt your pulse, even if it was light, he cradled your head to his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, holding onto you in case you slipped from him if he loosened his grip

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀.

he’s just like this

difficult

and he says about a thousand things per day that he wished he never did

this is possibly the one he regrets the most

because you would be working with overhaul and the shie hassaikai

and though you knew this was an important mission

you didn’t particularly want to go

there was something about him that made you feel uncomfortable

so when you went to say goodbye to shigaraki

you mentioned how you were hesitant

but that clearly didn’t sit well with him

‘why didn’t you say something at the start? i wouldn’t have sent someone useless otherwise.’

so here you are

just trying to survive

because huzzah, heroes n shit have come to infiltrate the base

how surprising

you weren’t gonna lie

you were out of your depth

but you were very determined to do as much as you could

even if toga and twice told you to come with as they retreated

to which you responded by an exhausted shake of your head and running back into battle

toga and twice looked at each other with uncertainty, but took kurogiri’s portals back to base anyway

it was kurogiri who noticed your absence first, actually

and then shigaraki hit them with a brief interrogation filled with rage as to why they left you

demanding kurogiri to warp him to you, his eyes widened as you leaned against a wall, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape

he briefly noticed the blood that dripped from your mouth, but his main point of concern was the pole that pierced through your torso

a hushed whisper of your name left his lips, but he stood still

frozen in shock

he couldn’t pull the pole out of you or you’d die, and he couldn’t move you or you’d be in more pain

but he couldn’t leave you to die here

cautiously, he knelt by your side and pressed a light kiss to your cheek, leaning his head on your shoulder

reaching for your hand, he mumbled into your shoulder words of affirmation, even if they were pointless

when kurogiri brought the both of you back, shigaraki didn’t want anyone to even be near you, holding you closer whenever someone tried to come nearer

though he couldn’t stand to be in the room where you were being healed, your screams of agony will ring in his head as a permanent reminder of one of his biggest mistakes

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xoryugujixo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

“suki, s’too big,” whenever you heard story of what it was like to ride someone, you simply thought they were making it up, or exaggerating. no there where completely right! it was as if you were having sex for the first time.

new depths you had no knowledge of within you were being explored by bakugou and his soon to be full 8 inches.

“damn right it is. your bitch ass haven’t even taken all of me yet, so don’t complain,”

one might think being called a ‘bitch ass’ during an intimate time like this would cause someone to stop and walk out the door, but not you. it was something about hearing katsuki being mean to you that was cum inducing.

“suki’ i can’t, ngh-- it hurts!” and it was true. in this position just taking half of him was already too much.”

“well, too damn bad. shouldn’t have begged like a nasty slut,” bakugou was having fun with this. his canines showing and eyes possessed like a mad man.

he was actually trying to be patient he really was, but when you have someone's arms wrapped around your shoulders chanting your name while trying to bounce on your cock, it could be a little hard.

“need some help, sunshine?” not wanting to miss the opportunity you aggressively nod your head, taking what he has to give you. placing his sweaty palms on your waist squishing the hot flesh as if you're a ragdoll, he pushes you down all the way on his slippery cock. not giving you time to settle, he began bouncing you up and down at a furious pace.

“fuckfuckfu-ck—, i knew you could take it like the good fleshlight you are baby.” he had been waiting for this moment. to grip on your skin and ram into like he wanted.

“ngh— suki, cum, please,” only able to spew out useless fragments, but bakugou got the message.

“fuck, go ahead baby,” and with that as your green light, you released all over his lap leaving sticky strings connecting you two.

all you did was squeal and kick at the overwhelming sensation of pain and ecstasy coursing through your veins. but the best part was when you caught sight of the man under you.

lips parted, eyes tightly, and sweat dripping down his hickey-covered neck. it was always the best part, being able to look at katsuki and see all the pleasure you're bringing him.

“shit sunshine, always makin’ me feel s’fuckin’ good.” slowly pulling you off of him placing you on the bed.

“m’suki?” reaching out to grab is hand before he could walk away pulling him towards you.

and goddamn did you do the unexpected.

placing your hand at the base of his softening cock, you pull the condom off making sure not to miss a drop.

“hell are ya’ doin’?” bakugou had no idea what was running through that cock hungry brain.

“jus’ thirsty suki,”

seeing the condom off was enough to satisfy a million people's breeding kink, but that’s not what you had in mind.

taking the heavy condom in both hands, one at each end, placing the opening in your mouth and tilting it back.

feeling bakugous warm seed run down your throat was always the cherry on top.

“the hell.”

#anime smut #bakugou katsuki #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #gn reader #fem reader #male reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader

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angelshimaa · 2 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, katsuki is super mega soft for you <3

✧ a/n :: it's been a minute since i’ve written something !! i think i rlly like this :)

katsuki doesn't usually like being told the same thing twice. repetition is something he finds so stupid because more often than not, he's got the idea down. there's no need for anyone to waste their breath with the same dull words over and over again.

“say it again.”

it's the same him who hates repetition that says these words so softly they feel like a whisper, like a plea. the two of you pause the cuddling on the couch while sharing a blanket and he watches your lips turn up in a slow smile.

the way your eyes sparkle is almost maddening.

“i love you, katsuki.”

you weave hearts and sparkles in the way you say it for the second time ever, in the way you say his name. his eyes lose their seemingly permanent furrow, and his face takes on a softness you find so endearing. there are strings that strain themselves against his heart, sending him almost loopy in how entranced he is by you.

why does he feel like singing?

“again.”

you laugh lightly and katsuki wants to learn how to engrave every note of it into the wrinkles of his mind. “oh my goodness, i love you, katsuki! how many more times do you want me to say it?”

there's no coarseness to be found in him, no roughness or shame in the warmth that spreads through every inch of him. there's a softness to those eyes, a softness you want to bottle up and keep for yourself.

“i... i don't want you to stop, okay? no take backs.”

you smile. “that’s not how a love confession goes, kats. i said it, and i don't ever want to take it back.”

you drop your head back onto his shoulder and his fingers resume the feather-light tracing up and down your arm. just as gently, katsuki kisses your forehead once, then twice so you understand he means to, and he shifts so as to snuggle with you even better.

“good. don't... don't get tired of it, okay?”

katsuki wants to make you promise you won't, as if either one of you ever could grow tired of that kind feeling wrapping itself around your bones. he settles for your “i won't” before he kisses your forehead again, resting his head against yours afterwards.

“i love you.” it feels like an unboxing, and it's so freeing to say it properly for the first time. “so much you make me stupid.”

a scoff sounds from you and it has him grinning. “you? stupid for someone else? who would've guessed?”

it's a funny thought because nobody would’ve guessed, not even him. then again, he didn't expect to find himself cuddling late on the couch with all these warm feelings, wishing for you to tell him over and over just how he makes you feel.

“‘guess you just do things to me, huh?”

you laugh and you're warm against him, and katsuki finds that repetition holds beauty when it crosses with you.

just like everything else.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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angelshimaa-archive · 2 years

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 — 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

pairing :: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

warnings :: none !

a/n :: i just rewrote something that’s been in drafts for literal months ! gonna like, make this a series for every character more or less, just some moments that make them feel loved <3 they all need some lovin’. major major thank you to the lovely @softiefeli for proofreading yet another piece of mine, hoping your pillows are cold on both sides ! <3

index. collections.

he’s never wanted to punch something so badly in his entire existence.

no. that would take energy. energy the week has squeezed out of him, only to toss him aside now that he’s lost it all.

and katsuki wanted nothing more than to stay like that, forgotten in the hopes of recovering alone.

yet he couldn’t seem to accomplish that one goal. everything fell onto his path at once, as if he hadn’t been tested enough, over and over and over again. the safety of his dorm was one that felt too out of reach, a journey he’d have to take with his already aching body.

nobody around him helped too. every single one of them had gotten out of their way to piss him off, refusing to grant him a single moment of silence. really, it was inevitable he snapped all the time. hard not to with the way they stirred at the anger already threatening to blow him up, scatter the pieces of him he was weakly holding together.

maybe then they’d leave him alone.

when katsuki finally gets there, sinking into the mattress of his bed, the overwhelming sense of being able to rest— of being able to be— outweighs everything else. it washes over him like a cool wave, drowning the way his body and mind aches yet alerting his nerves to the realisation.

a knock at his door drags him out of that ocean and he hates the surge of annoyance he feels, suffocating it with the knowledge of it being you.

“leave.”

he finds his voice, yet hates the way the end of it it gets stuck in his throat, coming out with a crack.

katsuki strains his ears for any hints at what your next step was going to be, hoping you hadn’t noticed the crack. he catches nothing but silence for a few moments, then hears something being slid under his door before your retreating steps.

heavy footsteps bring him to his door and he picks up a folded piece of paper, catching hints of your handwriting as he unfolds it.

“you probably want to be alone right now, but i’m here for you when you want some company katsu <3”

it’s a simple note, with an emoticon with a wobbly smile, yet he can’t help or hide the weak smile as he reads through it again.

“idiot,” he mumbles, the smile so weak it could’ve easily been missed etching itself onto his face as he folds the piece of paper carefully, tucking it into his pocket.

the grey clouds surrounding katsuki seem to lighten a little, giving him the slightest hope of bright blue in knowing that you seemed to understand.

that you let him be, let him nurse his vulnerable self with the knowledge that you were right there in case he couldn’t patch himself up alone.

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated ! <3

posted :: 17.06.2022

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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 | 𝟖:𝟓𝟐

“Do you think stars are unaware of their own existence?” The question comes naturally, mostly by mistake.

It’s a little cold, unpleasantly so, but you can’t really care. The sky stretches so beautifully over twilight, with diamonds that sparkle carrots unpriceable against black space, and dark gray clouds almost unseeable, but unmistakable. A beautiful sight.

The shiver that never makes it’s way to your skin waits beneath, threatens you to be on the brink of freezing, but never quite there, so you wait. You lay, with your back against the grass, and with a silent mind that can think of nothing but how beautiful. These moments that feel unreal, and almost a bit comical. The ones that will make home inside your mind and become core. So you bare it, and you wait for that shiver, that waits beneath your skin, and threatens you to be on the brink of freezing, but never quite there.

“You can’t miss what you’ve never had” katsuki says, idly. You never said anything about missing something, but then again he’s always known you a bit deeper than your words. Or maybe just understood what wasn’t necessarily face value. He just, understood that there was more, even if it wasn’t on purpose.

His calm demeanor is relaxing, and maybe a bit disarming. You don’t realize the change until it’s gone. You don’t realize the heat had gotten a little softer until it’s blazing again, but in this moment you don’t care. You know you’ll look back and be curious about the change, but for now you just live in it. For now you aren’t curious, and you think you’re okay with that.

Maybe that’s why he gets this way around you, too. Because you don’t say anything until it’s gone.

“What a joke” you say in return, because there is nothing much else to say. You don’t move, and neither does he. You sit there in silence, with your hands behind your head, digging into the vibrant greens of grass blades in your sweater and jeans that you hate wearing, but it’s easiest to put together when you’ve got nothing else to wear.

Can’t miss what you’ve never had, what a lie. A scheme. A trick. It reeks with dishonesty every time you long for the dreams of your childhood. Every time you look back, and miss what you never had in the first place.

Bakugou doesn’t say anything in response, and though you’re used to it, you can’t help but look over. Glance at the way he watches those sparkling diamonds like crystal sprinkles on an inky black cake. But who really puts sprinkles on cake? And who really cares? The curve of his nose is sensual, bathed in moonlight. The curve of his lips, too, is no different.

Can’t miss what you never had, what sick dishonesty.

“Do you think they’re aware of their own beauty?”

It leaves you before you can stop it, but you don’t mind. Unthoughtful words are usually the most honest. The ones that come without thinking, without conscious effort. They’re so real, something about them, and you don’t look away from him. He doesn’t look at you, though. Doesn’t move at all.

“They’re just stars” he says, then. And silently you thank him for his bluntness. Your lips purse in an uneven smile, and you roll your head back towards the sky. Just stars. Yeah, you guess he’s right. Burning up what comes near and living to their own gravitational pull. No feelings, no thoughts, just empty space and freedom. Must be so carefree.

“Yeah” you laugh softly. Not bitter, or sad. Maybe a little disappointed but it doesn’t show. You’re often disappointed by reality, in the most consequential of times. It’s easy to be upset by things that are real when you live in your head.

The truth of that, well, it’s a bit too much to unpack right now. Katsuki’s existence, next to you, you’re definitely aware of that. It’s a bit unlike your question, because his existence is not yours. You don’t live his life, and truthfully you don’t really wish to. Honestly, you don’t think you’d choose to live any other life if given the choice, but, he reminds you too much of a star. Maybe that’s what makes these nights so unspeakably intimate. The fact that these nights are spent observing his presence, and not the stars, up there, unaware of their existence. Just stars, but you’d argue they’re so much more.

He’s so much more. It’s painfully corny, but you can’t care. Not really.

Are you aware of you’re own beauty? But it doesn’t come this time. Mostly because it is a conscious thought. Something hesitant. Something you long to say, but can’t. It’s too personal. Too much, all at once. And yet, not enough. You’re not sure you’re ready to face it.

If you say it, it makes it real. Watching, from your own existence, as he shines, and blazes, and lives in the freedom of his own gravitational pull, unaware. You observe the way that he doesn’t say what he means, fully. As affection bleeds through deflectant eye rolls and belittling scoffs, pouring into the empty cracks and filling those empty spaces through actions where his words lack merit and meaning.

He growls, but it’s kind. Yells, but it’s only because he knows nothing else. It’s a queue, to his mind — like an uncontrollable trigger — to get aggressive when his heart feels soft, and his soul feels warm.

At least, you think so.

It was difficult not to fall, not to care. Difficult not to find beauty in the hot flames and flickering aggressiveness of katsuki. That same fire that burned bright and blazed down a war path of victory could revive frost bitten fingers and warm shivering bodies. Could light the way to salvation, shed hope on the most hopeless, against their will because he was simply just stronger. Strong heart, strong soul. It was only a matter of time until he was aware of it.

That’s how he differed from a star. He would be aware of it, someday. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. Nothing anyone could say to change the course so fated upon the beautiful blonde that lay next to you in lush green grass.

“You’re shivering” he said. He was glancing at you now, with vermillion eyes that made your chest feel hallow.

Can’t miss what you’ve never had. A trick only a fool would fall for. You knew better.

“Habit” you say, but he seems unconvinced. You relent looking back, because you’d probably shatter into a million pieces under the weight of those vermillion eyes. Under the pressure of knowing that this thumping of your heart was real. That the delight at the thought of sitting a little closer was honest.

“Maybe we should go inside” he says through lips unusually gentle, and still, you relent. Can’t look — won’t.

Any attempt to stabilize your breath is futile, but you still try. Shaking your head softly, and you give in.

“No let’s…let’s stay. Just for a little longer” you turn your head, met with rubies forged in something inhuman. Something unreal, and you bite your lip before turning back.

Just a moment of weakness, you think. Just a peak.

“Yeah, whatever. Just a lil’ and we’re going inside.” And there’s no room for argument, so you nod again.

Just a little, you think.

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