#bakugou in pink hoodie

[socialkid]

Imagine…

It’s a casual Saturday afternoon in the middle of June. The sun is out with mild wind, it was the perfect weather. And when the weather is nice like this, everyone knows to watch out for you. Because around this time, you’re shopping. Shopping, shopping, shopping. You run from store to store buying everything in sight. Most of the time with your money, which makes your boyfriend mad. He likes to pay for you.

You boyfriend: Bakugou who knows you love shopping. The days when you have free time, what are you doing? Shopping. The nights where Bakugou’s pacing up and down your apartment because you won’t answer the phone then suddenly, you come bursting through the front door with a bunch of shopping bags. He knows. If anyone knows it’s him.

This morning Bakugou had gotten a call and he was reminded that he had a day off from the agency he worked at. So when he woke you up to ask what you wanted to do today, he wondered why he asked, already knowing your answer.

Now you and Bakugou were walking through the strip mall, him holding two of your bags in one hand and his other holding yours.

“Are we done yet? I wanna take you dinner and we can’t be here all day.” Bakugou asked, grunting as he readjusted your bags.

“Not even close babe,” you said with a quickness as he groaned, “Besides, it’s only two o’clock. You don’t want to just sit around till dinner do you?” You asked him.

“Yea yeah.” He said.

You looked through the windows of the stores as they went by. Preppy, pink and frilly stores, tomboy stores, casual clothing stores, toy stores, and so much more.

“Where we goin’ next huh?” Bakugou asked, looking through some of the bags he was holding. “Hmmm probably Spencer’s, then we could hit up the food court for Auntie Anne’s, and then Foreve-” you stopped in your tracks at a merch store. The window displayed, shirts and hats of merchandise by well known creators.

Bakugou looked at you as you made googly eyes at the coryxkenshien merch, worn by a mannequin. “Y/n…don’t start-” your boyfriend was interrupted by you squealing and jumping. “Just go in the damn store already.” Bakugou sighed as you rushed in. Bakugou made his way in behind you slowly after. Not even 15 seconds later and he had already lost you.

He made his way around the store looking for you, and calling your name every once in a while. He got the idea to check by the Cory section. No sign of you. He checked the sections of your favorite artists and creators, still no sign of you.

He had actually started to become a little panicky. “Y/n? Where are you?” He raised his voice. He knew you were smart, the complete opposite of vulnerable. You could help yourself if you needed to. Even without using your quirk, you can handle anyone. But still, Bakugou wanted to make sure you were safe.

Bakugou had checked almost every area of the store and he had continued to worry. Before resorting to shouting your name he saw a section under a sign that wrote “Heroes”.

As soon as he entered, your voice began to fade in, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my goshhh!” Bakugou walked past all the merchandise: Earser Head, Red Riot, Chargebolt, and more. He finally stopped when he saw you gazing at a triple layered table, sitting under a sign labeled “Dynamite”.

There on the table was a clear representation of Katsuki himself. The black and orange shirts and pants, hoodies labeled ‘Dynamite’ in black and orange letters, and miniature sized Dynamite plushies.

Bakugou couldn’t help but grin a little bit when you turned around to face him, already wearing a baseball cap with his named labeled onto it. “Babe! Look! It’s you! Everywhere! Oh my gosh!” You said smiling from ear to ear. “I can see that y/n.” He said sarcastically, chuckling a bit, “Calm down, you can get what you want I’ll pay for it.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You picked up everything that had his name on it. Hoodies, tank tops, hats, water bottles, stuffed plushies, fake tattoos, etc. You also stashed a few items by Shoto, Red Riot, and even one or two Deku items.

You were so excited for your items. So excited you didn’t pay attention to the shocked face of the cashier ringing up all the Dynamite merchandise, as she looked at Dynamite behind you.

After that nothing else in the mall seemed interesting. At this point you were ready to go home before dinner and check out your man’s merch.

After that day, you made sure to put your items to use. You were always flaunting your boyfriend and you made sure everybody knew it.

One night your boyfriend had called you up and asked if he could sleepover at your apartment. And when he arrived he was meet with you, wearing an oversized Dynamite shirt. He couldn’t help his intentions that night. And when everything was done, you cuddled up next to your Dynamite plushie and your life sized Dynamite.

“You love me don’t you?” Bakugou asked, you could practically hear his grin.

“Yup, both of you.”

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[ttobiitea]

[ ttobiitea ] sent: “language - ft. k/ bakugou!”

“how is she so pretty even when sleeping?”

katsuki ignores mina’s words and stare’s at yn’s blank face.she is pretty when she sleeps. she looks peaceful - too peaceful. katsuki doesn’t like it.

mina pinches her brows together and sets a hand on his shoulder. “she’s gonna be okay, blasty. she’ll bounce back, just like she always does. she’s a tough girl.”

“i know,” katsuki says immediately. he shrugs her hand off, still not looking away from yn. “i know,” he repeats, quieter.

the pink girl sighs, shoving her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. “she’ll be fine,” she assures again. it’s not clear if she’s saying it to herself or to katsuki, but he nods.

and then yn’s eyes flutter, making mina gasp.

yn turns her head and blinks at katsuki a few times. “uhh, why am i.. in the hospital?” she looks around the room.

katsuki’s eyes blow wide and he scoots forward in his chair. he grabs her hand tighter. he takes a minute to look at her face, making sure she’s awake. finally, he sighs and his face turns into a scowl. “some jackass villian-”

“language,” yn whispers, eyes closed, tapping his hand.

mina snickers slightly behind katsuki.

“this douchebag villian-”

yn’s eyes shoot open and she glares. “katsuki.”

katsuki sighs, glancing back at mina. he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “when you were distracted by civilians, one of the guys we were trying to arrest blasted you into the side of a building. you broke three ribs and your shoulder was out of place,” he explains, rubbing circles into yn's hand.

“oh,” she breathes out, giving a small nod. she tries to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through her side. she sighs and lets her head fall back.

“ribs,” mina says with a small smile. her brows are furrowed - she looks worried.

yn sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. “i can’t believe i got my ass kicked in front of civs; that’s so embarrassing.”

mina laughs and katsuki furrows his eyebrows. “you ended up in the hospital and you’re concerned about getting fucked up in front of your fans?” katsuki asks.

“same old yn,” mina says, patting katsuki’s shoulder.

yn laughs, but her ribs ache again. she coughs a few times and closes her eyes. “i think,” she pauses, “i’m gonna go back to sleep,” she turns to look at the two. “i’ll talk to you in the morning.”

katsuki nods, smiling softly. “okay, angel. i’ll talk to you in the morning,” he doesn’t have the heart to tell her it’s already morning.

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[izufeels]

⌕ [ the year of douchebag-ery ] — k.bakugou !

yn met katsuki when she was 14, during their first year at UA. or, as katsukis friends like to call it; The Year Of Douchebag-ery.

it’s really quite a mystery on how yn and katsuki became ‘yn and katsuki’ but it happened.

mina likes to think it happened during their second year, when they all went camping in october.

“here,” katsuki says as he shucks something at yn. “you’re freezing.”

yn unfolds it and sees that it’s an all-might hoodie. she smiles at it a little and quickly puts it on. it’s warm and smells really good. “uh, thanks.”

katsuki hums and sits down beside her. mina and denki exchange a glance, eyebrows raised. bakugou glares at them until they stop.

sero likes to think it was the end of first year when they went to the beach together. katsuki had really mellowed out since the beginning of the year.

“why aren’t you swimming?”

katsuki looks up from his phone for a second to see yn standing beside him. “don’t feel like it.”

yn nods and sits down beside him.

he looks over at her and raises his eyebrows. “why aren’t you swimming?”

“uhh,” she stalls for a second before sighing dejectedly. “i can’t swim. my parents never taught me.”

katsuki stares at the side of her face for a moment before laughing.

yn wants to tell him to stop, but she can’t bring herself to say the words. “your laugh is nice. you should do it more often.”

he stops laughing and gives her a small smile. “thanks.”

denki says it was during second year at the school dance. yn’s date stood her up.

“it’s fine, he’s ugly anyway!” mina said with a wide, hopeful grin on her face. “it’s not like you guys were dating!”

denki cringed at her words. their whole friend group was bad at comforting people.

“mina, you can’t say stuff like that-”

“why not?”

“because it makes you sound like a dick-”

“no it doesn’t!”

katsuki grabbed yn’s elbow and pulled her back, away from mina and denki. “come with me.”

yn nodded and followed him out of the building. they got in his car and sat there for a long time.

“do you want me to beat his ass?” katsuki asked her, very seriously. he was smiling a bit.

“god, no,” yn laughed, “it’s- it’s ok. i um, didn’t even like him i just wanted a date to the dance so we could match and be cute and stuff,” she shrugged.

“you could have asked one of us,” katsuki said.

yn shrugged again and stayed quiet.

katsuki started his car and pulled out of the parking lot, not saying a single word.

“um, where are we going?”

“we’re going to get ice cream,” he said, glancing over at her quickly. “do you not want ice cream?”

yn faked an offended look. “i will always want ice cream.”

but, like a true friend, kirishima knows when they became ‘yn and katsuki.’ he knows that it was during first year, in october, at the haunted house held by the 1-B kids.

“i hate all of you,” yn whispered as they walked through a dark hall. the only light was the very dim lights on the ceiling. they looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in 20 years.

mina snickered and glanced back at her. yn was glaring at the pink girl.

“just hold someone’s hand and you’ll be good,” denki said as he held onto sero’s arm tightly.

the person in front of her was katsuki. “yeah right,” she mumbled, hugging herself.

katsuki looked back at her, face void of any emotion.

an actor popped out of the wall, “come play with us!” and yn shrieked, curling in on herself even more.

“jesus christ,” katsuki said, rolling his eyes. he grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. he dragged her forward, catching up with the group.

yn stared at their hands for a long time, barely flinching when something popped out.

when they got out, finally, yn didn’t let go and neither did katsuki. kirishima looked at their hands and smiled to himself. he didn’t point it out to anyone else.

they held hands until they got to mrs. kaminari’s car. and on the way back, katsuki let yn lay her head on his shoulder as she took a short nap.

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[quitesins]

Hair as Pink as his Cheeks

Masterlist

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Tags: Sfw, fluff, drabble, early stages of the relationship tings, disgustingly sappy, Kirishima is there- at the start I mean, I’ll come back and edit dis later

A short drabble- that I’ll probably recycle for an actual fic I’m writing- where Bakugou accidentally dyes his hair pink!

“What the fuck shitty hair?!” Bakugou emerges from the bathroom, a bottle gripped tightly in his hands. And his hair. It’s pink.

“Holy shit.” Kirishima looks at him, wide eyed and evidently about to laugh. “What did you do man?”

Bakugou just dashes the bottle towards Kirishima- which the red head narrowly misses- and stomps over. “This is your doing, why the fuck is the shampoo full of dye.”

Kirishima just shrugs and pushes his hands through the wet hair, looking closely. Even at the roots, where his hair darkens, it’s pink.

“Wow, you really got it in there.” Kirishima notes, going to study another section of hair, before Bakugou pulls back and shoves at him lightly.

“Will this shit wash out,” Bakugou grumbles, glaring at his roommate. Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou already knows his answer. He groans.

“Hey, man, it looks good on you.” Kirishima tries to comfort. “Plus your hair grows fast, no? Give it a few weeks, you’ll be fine.”

Bakugou almost decks his- soon to be ex- best friend, best friend in question noticing and raising his hands in playful surrender.

“I need it gone now!” He huffs.

“Like now-now?” Kirishima inquires, looking at him suspiciously. “What for?”

“I have a fucking date with [Name]!” Bakugou finally shouts, sighing heavily as the words leave him.

The relationship is new. Still soft and stuttered. In its early stages of romance. It’s warm with the need to take the love in his hands, hold it gentle and nurture it. There’s a pressure to keep it close, nerves that force perfection. But most of all, it’s a simple childish urge. He wants to impress you. He wants you to like him.

Kirishima nods his head, looking solemn as he thinks. Then he finally speaks.

“Maybe a hat will do-” But before he can finish, Bakugou is on him like a rabid dog…

He’s nervous. Hat tucked over his hair and hoodie atop that for good measure. The air is hot and it only serves to make him dizzy. He dislikes the stickiness of his own skin and how his quirk threatens to go off. He waits for you in the shade but doesn’t spot you in the crowd.

“Kats’?” Your voice comes from behind, startling him, and he whips around quickly.

There you stand, in a flowing, summery dress, looking pretty in the sun.

“Yeah.” He turns, letting you greet him with a hug. The smell of your perfume is familiar and settles his nerves a little.

“What’s with the disguise,” you joke, and his nerves return.

“It’s not a fuckin’- it’s not a disguise.” He pulls off the hoodie but keeps the hat on. The pink of his hair does not stay hidden.

When he sees you and the way your eyes go wide, he groans, wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

“Wow,” you speak, almost like a question. “You’re pink?”

He isn’t quite sure how to respond, instead shoving the hood back on and grabbing your hand. He ignores your light protests and pulls you along with him to take seat at a cafe nearby.

With orders placed, he finally lets the hood and cap fall off, showing off the entirety of his now pink mane. He mumbles out a quick explanation, something about stupid roommates and ex best friends, and waits for you to react. You don’t respond immediately, so he prompts you, wanting to get it over with.

“So? What do you think?”

Your face shows you’re thinking, and after a moment you speak, “Well, it’s not quite Dynamight-”

He cuts you off. “I fucking know.” It’s like his walls draw up without his order. Ready to fight rejection before it arrives.

You bend over the table slightly, to sift your hands through his hair. You words are light, soft, and hold a sincerity even he can’t deny. “But I like it.”

That’s unexpected.

That’s really unexpected. So unexpected that his walls drop with a sudden thud and his face heats instantly.

“You’re as pink as your hair, Kats’” You laugh, moving back to you seat. He almost instinctively reaches out to keep your hands in his hair, but stops himself at the last second.

“Fuck off.” He rolls his eyes, trying hard to keep his lips from tugging. He knows he probably looks a little insane, the way his teeth are bared, but he’s too embarrassed to let the smile free.

“Like candy floss.” You look at him dreamily. And God, he wants to squish the expression off your face.

“Are you just hungry.” He retorts, with an even more dramatic eye roll.

“A little bit.” You smile cheekily and he regrets his tease for he can see your next words coming clearly. “Maybe I should just eat you up.”

You’re unbelievable.

“Shut the fuck uppp.” He groans with his head turned. This time the he can’t keep the smile to himself, so he doesn’t.

Even you have a slight sickly grimace on your face. “Okay yeah, that was bad, even for me.”

The food arrives shortly, your half is mainly cakes and treats while he chooses something more nutritious. Doesn’t matter as he finds himself giving you half his meal anyways, liking the way you’re so free with how you express your delight. He frowns when you raise a cupcake with icing of an annoyingly familiar colour to him and snap a picture. He lets you keep the picture of course, playfully threatening that of it gets anywhere, that’d be your head. You reply with your own light hearted jabs, and the quick back and forth becomes something that could only be considered flirting.

“I really like it you know.” The sun sets on the two of you nicely. You speak to keep the day longer.

“I won’t keep it.” He establishes. “But I’m glad.”

“Aww not even for me.” You joke, smiling at him, like you’re trying to replace the sun. To him, you do.

If you asked seriously, he probably would. Anything even. He’d give it to you in a heartbeat.

“Nah.” To accept would have the discussion taper. So he lies, although he knows you know otherwise. “Not even you.”

Defo gonna snag bits and pieces of this for an actual fic. A pick n mix of my own writing with the sentences as sweets. Anyways I wasn’t sure how to end this at all and was tempted to simply go “the end” but i somewhat pulled through, hopefully… also also sorry for the random pacing and pov switching. Also also also, I used the word even too much. Okay long and drawn out authors note OVER! GOODBYE!

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[darkmajesty-xo]

I’m still really new with piss kink and all that but I’m not with bullying and marking so I thought I come to your inbox to ramble about bully! Bakugou who sees you as his property and gets absolutely livid when you try to run to Kiri about his behavior

Unfortunately for you, he’s loyal to his best friend and instead of talking him down like you hoped he would, he’s whispering assurances in your ear while Bakugou marks his property with his hot piss

Sorry if it’s kinda sucky I’m a bit tired and just kinda wanted to talk

18+ MDNI | tw! piss, bullying, voyerism, coercion, fingering, dubcon, nerdy reader, college au

Did you really think that he’d help you ?

Did you not notice the cruel smirk playing at his plush pink lips ?

They’re teammates, best friends even. You’re just some cute chick that does all his homework under the guise “tutoring” when he calls you pretty and whines that it’s “too hard”!

Today was no different. You sat at his desk with his chem assignment in front of you, but you couldn’t focus on valence electrons because your mind kept drifting to the horrendous show of dominance Bakugo subjected you to when some guy dared ask for your number. It’s not like you were going to give it to him ! You were actually turning him down when Bakugo walked up behind you— mouth to your neck and big hands groping your breasts over the hoodie he’d “gifted” you.

“Y’cheatin’ on me, baby ?” Murmured against your skin with a light nip against the healing marks on your neck. “No!” you squawked, appalled at the action and accusation because you weren’t even dating ! You could barely be considered friends because the only time he had something good to say about you was when he was cumming on your glasses.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE EXTRA!” He snapped at the guy before pulling you into the nearest restroom to fuck you on the counter.

Kirishima noticed you’d stopped working and instead settled for chewing on your pen while rubbing your thighs together and staring off in the distance. He took this moment to take a quick snap to send to Bakubro.

“Whatsa’ matter, sweetheart” ? He cooed, suddenly bringing you back to reality. When did he get this close? And why was he staring at you like that ? It made you feel all tingly and god did his cologne smell good.

“i-it’s just— n-nothing, never mind” you stammered, convinced that nothing could save you from your situation. if you even wanted to be saved at this point.

“hey, don’t give me that” he pouted in that sickeningly sweet way that convinced you to be his walking textbook. “talk to me, beautiful. you can trust me”.

That was a lie.

If you were as smart as everyone thought you were, then you would’ve noticed him biting his lips as you recounted the encounter with Bakugo. How he slightly groaned when you told every lewd detail at his urging. He was practically feral when you told him that the blonde wouldn’t stop fucking you until you squirted around his cock.

But, you’re not smart.

You’re dumb.

Dumb enough to let the redhead pull you into his lap to “soothe you”. Silly enough to let him kiss the salty tears of humiliation that spilled against your cheeks and lips. Stupid enough to let him remove your clothes, save for the skull hoodie and fuzzy pink socks, and play with your sticky cunt.

And, fuck if it didn’t feel good. So, good that you failed to notice the door opening and closing, or the soft thud of a bag hitting the ground.

“Fuckin’ slut”.

It was his voice that brought you to reality, and orgasm.

“Shit, Bakugo! She clenched so hard when you said that. Someone likes being degraded, huh?” He chuckled against your neck, rough fingers still gliding through your folds as you rode out your wave.

“B-Bakugo , I-“

“Save it, slut. I can see exactly what you were doing” his voice was cruel, sharp enough to make you flinch but there were literal hearts in his eyes. Conflicting emotions swirling within him. Anger at you being in the hands of another man but arousal knowing that it’s his best friend.

“Relax, baby. I got ya” Kirishima whispered behind you, giving your hips a reassuring squeeze. You whimpered, trying to scoot closer to him and farther from the blonde lustful gaze.

Bakugo kneeled on the bed, thick cock laying flaccid in his hand but growing by the second. He ran it through your slick folds and tapped it against your sensitive bud drawing a shuttering breath. He leaned back on his heels, dick aimed at your pussy and aimed a hot stream of piss right against your core.

The men groaned in unison while you struggled in Kirishima’s grasp.

Bakugo scoffed, red eyes trailing from your glistening cunt to your watery eyes.

“Did you really think this perv would help you ? He’s worse than me !” That made the redhead chuckle. “Not true, Bakubro. I could never be mean to this cutie”.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that”.

@mhathotfic this was a perfect ask, so fun to write. we love a good pissy moment especially when bullies are involved. uwu 🥰

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[katsukikitten]

Clip That - Katsuki's Route

Chapter One - Marlboro Red

Another loud thump pulls Bakugou from his sleep with a deep inhale and a long, exasperated growl. He had finally fallen asleep and with his phone reading eight am he'd only gotten three hours.

Which was never enough for the hot headed man, needing upwards of eight to be a decent human being. All his life Bakugou was teased for going to bed early and still being slow to rise but no one realized how long it took him to fall asleep. How hard the insomnia hit as his mind replayed memories in his head to analyze like clear film on what he could have done better.

So he was about to make this everybody's problem.

He doesn't understand why the fuck there is so much noise happening so early. Normally he and Kirishima would be up and at the gym while Kaminari slept until eleven or noon, depending on when Kirishima woke him up. So why the hell could Katsuki hear Pikachu's laugh echoing around the house.

He digs his heel into his eye, doing nothing for the deep bags under deadly bromine. Snarling his lip as he thinks a cigarette and maybe a coffee sound godly right now. Slapping on some deodorant, a clean shirt and boxers before sliding into his black jeans. Patting at his hoodie from last night, greedily grabbing for the red and white cardboard box. Flipping up the top and when he finds nothing but flecks of tobacco and not a single rolled stick he crushes it with a hiss. Tearing his room apart in search of that stupid fruity vape Denks had gotten him hooked on, hoping that at least a hit of that nicotine would placate him until he could get the kind that clotted his lungs much more obviously.

Despite his frantic searching, Bakugou really could quit any time he wanted. His nationals and championship trophies in MMA said as much when he had quit cold turkey for two years. Kirishima convinced Bakugou to train with him at 16 and the pair spent the better part of their youth fenced in a cage, climbing to the top quickly. Ripe age of 18 and Bakugou had been heavily decorated, it wasn't until he became a world champ at the cusp of his 20th birthday that he was satisfied. When the reporters asked why he was retiring at such a young age, the ash blonde with a split lip, the scar still visible today, gave a wolfish grin.

"I just want a fuckin cigarette."

And God damn it he was going to have one now. Giving up on his vape he leaves his room, the one across from his, the door open and a few pink storage boxes stacked up. Bakugou snarls his lip, did Denki finally allow his chat to decorate one of the two guest rooms like he said?

It didn't matter what that dumb ass friend of his did, it was Denki's house. Bakugou knew how hard Kaminari worked at being a successful streamer. Dominating casual and competitive games but never going on to join an esports team because to Kaminari, talking to chat was everything. Bakugou didn't get it but he never questioned it either, to each their fuckin own.

He just remembers the electric blonde asking if they wanted to live with him, since Kirishima, although still fighting, was heading more in the direction of health and training streams. And Bakugou was and always will be Kirishima's plus one. Not that Kaminari didn't want Bakugou here, he was excited, even if the ash blonde didn't know what he wanted to conquer next Denki thought he smelled opportunity. The professional steamer knowing all he had to do was give Bakugou a little nudge in the form of a few well placed videos and make him build a PC.

Although Bakugou will never admit how well Kaminari played him, at least never aloud.

Bakugou's bedroom is to the left of the stairs, across from the upstairs guest bedroom, having chosen this room because it was furthest from those two block heads across the balcony and he has his own bathroom. Well unless their were guests over.

Going down the curved steps with ease but stopping halfway when he sees Denki, Kirishima and you standing in the foyer.

You smile widely at the men, giving them your gratitude although Bakugou can tell that you're a little uncomfortable. Not because you were going to be living in a house full of men but most likely from your new and overly helpful roommates. The men holding pink and black bags while you were only allowed to carry some ugly cat stuffed animal that you could just fit your arms around.

"Thanks guys, really but I promise I'm not fragile."

"Oh we know." Kirishima beams, holding your fifty pound duffle filled with your gaming equipment, "It's rude not to help."

"Besides this is nothing to Eiji, you saw how he took that mattress up by himself!" Denki claps Kirishima on his sculpted back harshly but the man doesn't even flinch. He just puffs his chest out in pride, long red hair with his dark roots showing falls into his face. You give another polite although clipped smile. They were really too kind and you were entirely grateful the only issue was you just had an incurable case of hyper independence so any time you received any sort of help, it made your skin crawl.

Before you can try to pry at least one bag from the men turned pack mule a dark voice cuts through the air.

"Fuck is she doin here?"

Kaminari visibly stiffens as Kirishima pouts.

"Come on man, don't be like that. We agreed to have another gamer roommate. She plays a lot of casual games!" Kaminari is excited again by the end of his sentence, the possibilities and your potential made him feel as if electricity was dancing in his veins.

"Yea when I agreed to that shit I thought it was gonna be Zero from Deku's team." Bakugou growls, really wishing he had a smoke to place between his lips.

"That's your team too ya know." Kirishima adds and Bakugou scoffs.

"I didn't agree to some discordkitten ." He spits your username like venom, the disgust worming its way under your skin and further poisoning your heart. Your lip snarls, crossing your arms since he obviously knew you, or at least of you if he knew your twitch tag.

"Ya know I wouldn't expect someone as boring as you to get it." You glare up at him, a cruel smile on your lips, "What's it like to be so one dimensional, Katsuki? I just can't even imagine how dull you truly are or maybe the word I'm looking for is daft? Since you don't even get a joke that's so simple to understand."

"Don't fuckin use my first name." He snarls, bromine eyes burning into your skin.

"I'm just making it clear that it's you I'm speaking to. Ya know since you have a little trouble with nuance."

"At least I don't have to be a fake bitch for views. Ya act all cute when you're the furthest thing from it." Bakugou's eyes dull as he glares, exhaustion and the gnawing hunger for nicotine pulling at his limbs, forcing him down the stairs.

"Guys guys!" Denki stands between the two of you, literally. Making gestures with his hands as he starts to sweat, "Come on, Katsuki, be civil."

"Suck my dick." He says, bumping his shoulder against Denki and then Kirishima, who gives a stern glare. He grabs his keys and makes his way towards his black coupe, no doubt needing to drive now instead of walking to the closest gas station.

"Ah I know he's an asshole but underneath all that he's a really nice guy. You just gotta get to know him." Kirishima reassures you and you try to keep the heat out of your gaze when you look up at him. He's smiling so wide his eyes are closed and you're wondering just how the fuck two of the kindest, most respectable guys ended up housing with a man so toxic he got banned from gaming platforms almost weekly, not that that ever stopped him.

"Let's set your things down and we'll give you a tour and the house rules." Denki climbs up the stairs two at a time and Kirishima follows only after you. Climbing the steps in your dark leggings and oversized black cardigan you wore for comfort. You were already a bit nervous, knowing people would think you were using Kaminari, stringing him along to better propel your own success. When really all you wanted to do was enjoy what you did for a living.

Denki was the one who reached out to you, having accidently found your page. Finding himself unable to click away as if he felt he was gaming with an old friend he hadn't seen in a while. String lights gave the shot of you a warm and cozy glow. Legs tucked under you as you sat on your floor on a faux sheepskin in an Eevee onesie, all the eeveelutions sitting dutifully at your side as they supervised your game play.

Curiosity always second nature to Denki, he wonders if Eevee was your favorite and why you liked her so much. He donates $10.00 just to find out and to this day he still hasn't forgotten how your face lit up. How your smile made one creep onto his own face, voice laced with excitement as you answers.

"Gengar and Eevee are my favorites. I love Eevee so much because she can be whatever she wants to be! She just has to trust herself!"

After that he watched your entire four hour stream before he dms you to chat. Some long discord call, half a year of friendship and a three hour flight later you find yourself standing in the middle of your new bedroom. It felt so surreal, like a dream and well it was a dream to live each day as you pleased. Playing games and chatting with people without much worry or care in the world.

A dream of stability you never allowed yourself to have. At least not more than a blip in your consciousness before you passed out just to rise early for a job you loathed.

Not to mention the generosity Denki had, giving you the first three months free until you got on your feet. You refused the offer time and time again until he finally said you'd take his offer and could pay him back by doing the house budget.

Only then did you finally agree.

"We can get paint tonight before you're all set up, whatever color you want." Denki smiles, gently setting your stuff down onto the bed that sat in the middle of the room on a plain platform frame, "Kirishima and I are the fastest painters in the west."

"But our lines aren't as clean." Kirishima laughs as you look around the room.

Denki makes quick work of showing you upstairs. Your room was, unfortunately, across the hall from Bakugou's, next to the ash blonde's room the two of you forced to share a decent sized bathroom that gave some semblance of separation as the door only opened up to the hall. Unlike on the other end of the house where Denki and Kirishima's bedrooms were connected by a jack and jill bathroom. The largest room just in front of the winding stairs is the laundry and storage room that Kirishima turned into a partial home gym.

He leads you back into the foyer, when facing the stairs to your left was supposed to be the living room that Denki turned full arcade. So many pinball machines and arcade boxes that one or two made their way into the foyer. Almost blocking the half bath and the view into the family room.

Hell, he even had an air hockey table in the center of his homemade arcade. To your right was the dining room, simple enough but it was obvious it was mostly unused as he stepped into the nook of the kitchen. Sizable round table that could seat six sat just before the long island with a waterfall countertop. A few barstools under the edge of it. Large pantry and door to the garage to your right and to your left you could see into the family room. It wasn't small by any means. Holding a huge sectional couch, giant TV mounted on the wall and with a door that leads to the gorgeous patio and pool.

Holy shit this man was fuckin loaded

It's all you can think as he guides your through the house, truly a lap in luxury. And although it was essentially a frat house, it was kept clean and well maintained. Few decorations aside from neon lights in the shape of Denki's waifus.

"Oh and this is the master bedroom. I wanted it to be fair so I leave this for guests." Denki grabs the back of his neck, it was true. He did want the home to feel fair and that he wasn't some ass hole land lord.

But he also couldn't admit to himself that he didn't deserve such a nice room, at least not yet.

It was large enough to fit a king sized bed and still have a small seating area. The en suite was the kind you dreamed about. Huge soaking tub, large shower and a walk in closet bigger than your old bedroom across the country.

"Your house really is lovely." You comment, marveling over the family room again. The view to the pool and mountain side is your favorite thing so far.

"Well it's your house now too! So make yourself at home. Oh just some quick things." He hands you the house rules to go over yourself later while he chats, "Bakugou does the cooking so be sure to tell him what you like to eat. He makes a big list that I go grocery shopping for with the supervision of Kirishima, maybe you could tag along this weekend so you can get some snacks. Groceries and necessities come out of the house account so go nuts. And trying to get your groceries on your own is a no."

He gives you a stern look at least stern for Denki before rattling on about a few important rules.

"Any questions?"

"No, honestly I'm just glad to be here." You admit and both of them smile wide as they say in unison.

"Welcome home!"

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[bakugotrashpanda]

Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 4: How Did It End Up Like This?

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2165

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You wake up and have no idea where you are.

Bright light sears your eyelids. Too bright. Light that doesn’t reach the couch of your apartment. Peeling one eye open, your vision adjusts and takes in the natural lighting streaming onto the plush pillow.

Slowly sitting up, you stare at your surroundings. Nothing is familiar. The black duvet, the mountain of pillows, the massive bed… This isn’t your place. This doesn’t look like anyone’s place you know… And of course there’s no personal touches in the room; no photographs, no clothes chilling on the floor, not even a cologne or perfume bottle. One bland as fuck room.

Where am I?

Icy dread sets in, dulling the throbbing headache at the base of your skull. Slowly, flashes of last night come back to you. The warning at work. The bar. The announcement. The announcement. Fuck.

The doorknob rattles and panic spears through you. Where the hell did you end up last night? Anyone could walk through that door. As long as it’s not someone from work, you’re relatively okay with it – an HR chat would be the cherry on top of a shit sundae.

Katsuki Bakugou opens the door in black joggers and a gray hoodie. “Mornin’ Princess.”

Not who you thought it would be. “B-Bakugou? Where am I?”

“My place.”

There’s a beat of silence as you futilely wait for him to elaborate. And of course he doesn’t. “Okay, what am I doing here?”

“Oh,” he says in a faux-upbeat voice that doesn’t match the dark look he’s giving you. “You mean you don’t remember last night?”

You bury your head in your hands and groan. You… sort of remember what happened last night. Most of it’s a blur, but the harder you concentrate, the more you can recall. There’s still one thing you’re unsure of… “Did I… Did we sleep together?” Embarrassment heats your face and you can’t bear to look at him. 

Of all the people you could’ve run to after last night, Bakugou wasn’t high on your list. You could’ve gone to a coworker’s place and cried your eyes out about everything. You could’ve buried yourself in mountains of ice cream at the freezer section. But instead, you ended up in Bakugou’s bed.

“No,” he laughs, but there’s no trace of humor in his voice, “But we might as well’ve.”

Your mouth hangs open as you try to make sense of what he said. “What…”

“Let’s take a look through the morning news. The gossip rags are all buzzing about some new relationships. There’s fucking Deku and Pink Cheeks, and oh would you look at that! You and me.” One by one he tosses the magazines and newspapers on the bed. Plastered on the front is you or Bakugou; you, alone at the bar surrounded by glasses, a goofy grin plastered on your face, or grainy close-ups of him. They’re all titled somewhat the same: Dynamight Off the Market? Who is Verity?

Horrified, you stare at the covers. “I can explain.”

“Explain?! How’re you planning on explaining this to me, huh?” Bakugou explodes. A vein near his temple stands out. “Our agents are having a field day with this. Neither of our phones have stopped ringing. Every text I get is asking if I’m really engaged.”

“I was drunk at the bar,” you explain lamely.

“No shit,” he snaps, “Where do you think I found you?”

“You found me there?”

“Yeah, dumbass, I used to go there and I recognized the place in photos people were posting online.” Bakugou runs his hands through his hair. They lace behind his neck and he closes his eyes. He’s silent for a moment. Calming down? Praying? Hoping that this nightmare will end?

When his crimson eyes meet yours, the fight behind them is still there, but better hidden. “Had to get you somewhere where you wouldn’t do more damage.” Damage. Right. This is a mess. And it’s all your fault.

“Well the news said Iz-” you stop and shut your mouth. Even the first two letters of his name lance your heart. He’s not Izuku anymore. “Midoriya and Uraraka started dating and I…”

“You what? You thought you’d one-up your ex?”

Words hurdle out of your mouth before you can think. “Well I didn’t expect to hear he was dating again!” Pain tightens your chest making it excruciating to breathe. “I… It hurt to see him move on. Five years and apparently it meant nothing to him.”

The air around you feels stifling, and the longer he doesn’t respond, the worse it gets. You never hung out with Bakugou much. You and Midoriya ran in social circles that barely overlapped his – that is, when Midoriya actually took you out out.

That was too much information to drop on an acquaintance. What’s he going to say? Get over yourself? Why would he want to be with a nobody like you? You were just holding him back? Nothing you want to hear.

Bakugou clears his throat. He shoves his hands in his pocket looking as uncomfortable as you feel. “Come on.” Bakugou nods towards the door. “I’ll make breakfast.”

He leaves before you can respond so all you can do is follow him.

Bakugou’s apartment is… lifeless. There’s no personal touches; no pictures of friends, nothing to stir happy memories. ‘Clinical’ isn’t the right word. ‘Unused’ is closer.

The white walls and tan living room furniture remind you of an apartment viewing where there’s enough furniture to imagine living there, but nothing to give the impression that it’s already lived in. Even the dining room table that seats eight looks like it was plucked from a magazine but only for show.

The vaulted ceilings are a nice touch though. 

You slide onto a barstool at the island counter and watch Bakugou work. Sleek black cabinets fitted with lights on the underside light white countertops. Bakugou stands in front of a glass top stove, his back to you. From there he grabs spices in magnetic containers on wall mounted strips beside him without even looking.

Looking around at the stacked double ovens and nearly industrial sized fridge, the kitchen is the only place in the whole apartment that looks like Bakugou gave two shits about what went into it. 

Bakugou slides a plate of food in front of you before leaning against the island counter with his own plate. “Eat. I don’t know how you’re not still drunk.”

You do as he says. There’s not enough fight in you to hurl a quick ‘don’t tell me what to do’ at him. It’s been a rough month and being able to shut your brain off from everything is a brief time out you can’t afford to pass on.

The food helps settle your stomach and your mind. You’re finally able to make sense of everything; the announcement, your reaction – no, scratch that, your overreaction – and what you need to do now.

“You can break the news to everyone,” you mumble between bites.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “What?”

“You, or I guess your agent, can put out a statement explaining everything,” you say and push the plate away. You’re not done with the food, but you need to make this right, and sticking around Bakugou’s apartment isn’t going to help you. With any luck, you can get a head start back to your place and hole up there before the paparazzi find you on the street. “I was drunk and running my mouth because of Midoriya. There’s nothing between us and it was all a joke.”

You absolutely fucking hate this. You would be scrutinized. Your previous relationship with Midoriya would come to light and you’d be seen as Deku’s stalker ex who needed to lie and say she was engaged to someone. And your boss. Hoo boy she wouldn’t want the press skulking around the office trying to dig into the agency. This wouldn’t be a simple week off of work. It would be forever off of work. And who would want to hire you after that shit show?

And all because you couldn’t handle seeing your ex happy with someone else.

Bakugou chews his food slowly before swallowing. A telltale smirk ghosts the corner of his lips. “Nah babe, I ain’t a quitter. Til death do us part.”

Babe was a nice touch. It felt weird on Bakugou’s tongue in the moment, but the more the word rolled around in his mouth, the better it felt. And seeing you nearly choke on your breakfast was pure entertainment.

Your arm loops through his, the cool spring air causing you to pull closer to him. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming amount of people giving him a wide berth. Bakugou knows that every single one of the people trailing them have cameras trained on the two of you. Normally he’d give them the bird and shout at them to fuck off. But today he relishes the attention — as much as it goes against his instincts. 

Before he left, adamant that he would walk you home so you wouldn’t be swarmed by the paparazzi – and starting quick back and forth of ‘I can take care of myself’ and ‘I know that but would you fucking go along with it?’ – a deal was struck. He wouldn’t issue a retraction statement. In fact, he would go along with it. As of last night, the two of you are in fact engaged, but in title only. He’d play along for now. You didn’t know the reason why he proposed this, but it allowed you to save face. What was that saying? Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

The man who never had a serious relationship suddenly found himself two steps closer to marriage overnight. 

You lean against him, your voice no more than a whisper. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“No, but fuck Deku, and the press already got their hands on it.” He’s not going to tell you that he mulled over what to do all night. He lost sleep thinking about you. His immediate reaction was to set the record straight, tell everyone you were full of shit. But he was still licking his wounds over Ochako, and he basically told that green-haired shit that the two of you are engaged. God why did he have to say that? In some sick twisted way, he wanted to use you just as much as you’re using him.

“We need some ground rules though,” he continues, keeping his voice low. 

“Like what?”

“While we’re doing this – whatever this is – we’re committed. I’ll be the fiancé you want, but I’m not going to be made a fucking fool and have you start dating someone else.” He wouldn’t go through that. Again. “You started this, you end it.”

You nod once. “Reasonable, anything else?”

“If this becomes a distraction, it’s over.”

You snort and break out in laughter. It’s so infectious he can’t help but flash a quick grin before reigning himself in. “Oh, so I have to start and end this, but if you deem it a distraction, then it’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“You do see the irony in that, right?”

“I just went from being one of the top 10 hottest bachelors to being your fiancé overnight.” Bakugou cringes at how his wording makes it seem like he downgraded. 

“You keep up with the ratings for who’s the sexiest?”

“I’ve made it four years in a row,” he smirks. Four years of single ladies stroking his ego. You nearly double over beside him with laughter.

“Oh my god you’re such a dork.” You wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye. Your smile starts to fall and you pull Bakugou to a stop. “Well, this is me. I… guess I’ll be going.” Your hand slips away from his arm, the warmth of your body next to his dissipating. 

“Hold it.” Bakugou’s hand catches yours and he gently pulls you into his chest.

“What?”

One hand rests comfortably on your hip while the other tilts your jaw towards him. Your lips are warm against his, opening ever so slightly in a way that sends a bolt of desire deep inside him. Mentally, he chides himself. You’re both only putting on a show, there won’t be anything else. 

He pulls back before his body can react and adjusts his joggers for good measure. Your eyes flutter open, catching the light just right and dazzling him. The way your fingers reach up and caress your lower lip…

Nope. Stop that. 

“Paparazzi,” he clears his throat. “If we’re going to one-up Deku, we’re going to one-up fuckin’ Deku. We’re going on a date. Soon. I’ll text you. Wear something stunning.” He turns on his heel and starts back towards his place. 

“Wait,” you call after him. “You have my number?”

“Of course I do, you’re my fiancée after all.”

Truth: You and Bakugou are engaged.

Truth: The engagement is out of spite.

Lie: That kiss didn’t affect you or him in any way whatsoever.

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[illegal-spiegel]

Late Night Workout

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader x Eijirou Kirishima 

Genre: smut, fluff if you squint 

Warnings: threesome (kinda? Idk they take turns with you lmao), degradation, praise, dry humping, teasing, like one spank I think, implied masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Kiri loses control for a moment (in a good way), uh I think that’s it- 

Summary: The three of you sneak into your regular gym to work out after hours only to get locked inside. Surely there’s a way for you three to pass the time? 

WC: 5.2k words

1k followers event - 42. “Here, you look cold.” 52. “Were you watching me?” 78. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

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“Hurry up, guys!” Kiri shouts, turning to look over his shoulder at you and Bakugou. 

“Shut up, dumbass. Someone will hear you,” Bakugou snaps, lightly grabbing your arm to speed you two up. Kiri’s cheeks get a little pink as he sheepishly smiles at you two while he waits for you to catch up. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. You giggle and loop your arm through his when you reach him, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Don’t worry about it. Bakubro is just nervous.”

“Don’t call me that, shithead.” 

“Well, I’m excited!” Kiri softly cheers, bumping his hip with yours. You hum and bump him right back, letting the two boys lead the way. 

“Here, you look cold.”

You stop when Kiri stops, your eyes widening a bit when he tugs his hoodie off and brings his shirt up with it. You quickly advert your eyes, finding Bakugou has stopped to watch the two of you. 

“No, that’s okay. I don’t nee-”

“I can see the goosebumps on you,” he teases after pulling the material over his head, offering the hoodie–which happens to be the one you got him for his birthday–to you. You smile sheepishly as you take it, pulling the blue material over your head and humming at how warm it is. 

“Thanks, Kiri,” you say softly, watching his smile widen at your words. 

“Don’t mention it,” he says as he takes ahold of your hand and leads you over to Bakugou. You now loop your arm through Bakugou’s and bite back a smile when he acts annoyed by it but tugs you closer to him nonetheless. 

When you reach your destination, you all grin widely (Bakugou more so smirks). “Okay, we have to be quick,” you whisper, starting to head for the door, “Onizuka should be doing his final rounds right now.” 

“Remind me again why we can’t come to the gym during the gym’s hours like normal people?” Bakugou asks with a sigh, watching you sneak around. 

“Because that bitch Rosalia thinks she’s so much better than me and she always comes to the gym when she knows I’ll be there. She’s always trying to compete with me and follows me around the entire time,” you groan. 

“Right. And we are here because…” Bakugou grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Because you’re supportive friends. You know she has a crush on you both. So, with you not being there either, she can eat my dick. Plus I need someone to spot me,” you conclude your explanation as you creak the door open. Bakuogu snorts at your lovely explanation and follows you inside the building. 

“I still think this is overkill.”

“I’m here for you, (Y/n)!” Kiri whisper-shouts, giving you an air pump. 

“Thank you!” 

With that said, you three sneak inside the building and move your way toward the locker rooms. You make sure to avoid Onizuka, and once you’re sure he’s gone, you all (read: you and Kirishima) cheer. “Sweet, we’re in! Let’s get ready!” 

Bakugou grunts and walks away from you both to go into the guys’ locker room. Kiri gives you a thumbs up before following him inside. You walk into the girls’ locker room and start undressing, pulling on your leggings and sports bra. Hero training, especially pro hero training, can be hard stuff, but you have to say, you’re happy with how it makes your body look. You’re hard in all the right places and soft in the important ones. 

After getting changed, you come out to find the boys waiting for you. “Well, let’s get going,” you say with a smile before jogging into the gym area. You completely miss how their eyes are roaming your newly exposed skin. 

You three workout on and off for about two hours, just letting yourselves feel the burn and work up a good sweat. After doing some cooldown exercises, you three call it a night. “We’ll meet you outside, yeah?” Kiri asks as he runs a towel over his hair. He wore it down today, and with how much he’s sweating, you can’t help but think he looks delectable. 

“Yeah,” you agree, quickly looking away from him and downing some of your water. You then head inside the girls’ locker room, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Your heart is just still going fast from your workout is all. Yeah, that’s all it is. 

You decide to take a quick shower, figuring that the cool water will feel nice on your overly hot skin. It doesn’t really do you much good though since you end up touching yourself anyway…

After letting the water rush over you for a few minutes once you’re done with your fun, you hop out and wrap a towel around your body. You hum to yourself as you walk over to your locker, swaying your hips a bit as you pull out your clothes. Just as you finish tugging on your underwear, you hear a throat clear behind you. You spin around to find Kirishima with a red face and Bakugou with a smirk on his. 

“Guys! What are you doing in here?” You grab Kiri’s hoodie and press it to your chest to hide your body from them. You’re in your bra and panties, so it could be worse, but you’re not exactly decent. Remembering who your best friends are, you gasp and playfully squint your eyes at them. “Were you watching me?” you ask in a teasing tone, knowing they wouldn’t actually do such a thing and act like creepers. 

“No! No, of course not, (Y/n)! We just came to tell you…” You raise a brow when Kirishima suddenly trails off. 

“Tell me what?” you ask, picking your towel up with your free hand to run it through your hair. 

“The doors are locked,” Bakugou finishes for him. Your brow raises higher as you toss your towel onto the bench in front of you, your free hand resting on your hip now. 

“Uh, yeah, I know,” you reply with a small snort and roll of your eyes. Does he think you’re a moron? 

“No. They’re locked from the outside. We can’t get out without a key,” Bakugou explains, crossing his arms over his chest as he squints his eyes at you.  

“Oh…” your voice falters, your arm falling down by your side. Yeah, maybe you are a moron. 

“Yeah…” Kirishima mumbles, rubbing his arms sheepishly. You sigh and close your eyes, placing your hand onto your forehead as you try to think. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

“God, I am so sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have roped you into my shenanigans,” you mumble, feeling guilty. Your hand holding Kiri’s hoodie scrunches the material, the hoodie shifting to reveal more of your skin when you do so. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it, (Y/n). You had no way of knowing. Besides, we can probably find a window or something,” Kiri reassures as he walks over to you. He goes to place a hand on your shoulder before remembering that you’re not exactly wearing much. You blush at this as well and tug his hoodie closer to yourself with both hands. 

“We’d probably set off alarms if we touched any of the windows,” Bakugou advises, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his weight onto one foot. 

“I’m really sorry, guys…” you mumble again, looking at the ground in shame. 

“Hey, I already said not to worry about it. We aren’t mad.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bakuogu pipes up with a scoff, starting to walk towards you both. You look up at him with big eyes, reminding him of an innocent, little bunny. 

“Bakug-” Kiri starts warningly, but Bakugou just cuts him off. 

“That just means you’ll have to make it up to us, sweetcheeks,” Bakugou finishes, a sinister smirk appearing on his face at that moment. Your brows knit together as you try to guess what he means, worriedly glancing at Kiri only to find him looking just as confused as you. 

“C’mon, man. She doesn’t owe us anything.” 

“Oh, I think she does,” he argues as he stops right in front of you, making you gulp. 

“What do you want?” you stutter out, nervously staring up into those pools of fire. 

Bakugou looks up towards the ceiling as he places his hands on his hips again, seeming to think about your question. “How about…” he starts, bringing his head back up to look down at you. You jump and drop the hoodie to the floor when he suddenly surges forward, his hand slamming onto the locker by your head. You press yourself back against the cold metal, goosebumps raising from your bare skin touching the cool lockers. “You get down on your knees and make it up to me?” he coos menacingly. 

You gasp and feel your eyes widen tenfold, your throat bobbing as you swallow. He doesn’t mean…

“Bakugou…” Kiri mumbles, bringing the blond’s gaze to his best friend. 

“What?” he asks in a bored tone, lazily looking over to the shorter male. 

“We talked about this…” 

“Did we?” he asks at the same time you ask, “You did?” 

“Yes…” Kiri mumbles awkwardly, a flaring red blush coming to his face as he awkwardly looks between you two. 

“Mm, too bad I don’t recall,” he purrs as he turns to look back at you. 

“No. What did you two talk about?” you demand. Bakugou raises a brow at the assertive change in your demeanor, a corner of his mouth twitching. 

“You really wanna know?” he purrs, looking at you up and down. This is when you realize you dropped the hoodie you were clutching to you earlier and you’re practically naked. Though, with the way he’s looking at you, you don’t think you really mind. 

“Obviously,” you snap, clenching your jaw as you determinedly stare up at him. He only smirks at you, as if you were nothing more than a puppy growling and trying to make itself look bigger. 

“Should I tell her or would you like to do the honors?” Bakugou speaks up, never taking his eyes away from yours. You, however, bring your gaze over Bakugou’s shoulder to a very embarrassed and flustered Kirishima. 

“Uh…” Kiri starts, seemingly at a loss for words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so red. 

“We had a little competition going on to see who could win you over,” Bakugou confesses, not hesitating for a second. He doesn’t even seem ashamed or embarrassed. Not even a little. 

Your jaw completely drops open at this, looking between the two to see if he was joking. From the way Bakugou is cockily smirking and Kiri looking like he wants the floor to swallow him whole, you figure he must be telling the truth. 

“Excuse me?” you find yourself saying, gaping at them. You’re not necessarily mad, but you’re not just going to accept this mind-blowing information either. 

“No. It wasn’t a competition necessarily,” he stutters out, stepping closer to the two of you, “We’re so sorry, (Y/n). We-”

“Speak for yourself. I’m not sorry at all.”

You scoff and bring your eyes back to Bakugou, finding him relaxed and cool as ever. You defyingly tilt your head up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. This, of course, causes your breasts to squish together and both of their eyes flicker down at the action. Your lips twitch with the threat of breaking your angry expression with a smirk. Honestly, you’re not angry at all. If anything, your stomach is swirling with excitement and desire. 

“Well, you should be. I’m not a trophy you can compete for. I’m a person,” you sass, squinting your eyes at him. He doesn’t falter at all though, continuing to stare you down with that stupid cocky expression. 

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, tilting his head to the side as he brings his face closer to yours. 

“Yeah,” you respond confidently. Well, you think you sound confident but by the way Bakugou reacts to you, you must’ve sounded like a scared chipmunk. 

“Oh. That’s interesting coming from the person who eyes us like we’re two slabs of meat for your pleasure and enjoyment.” Oh shit. Were you that obvious? 

Your surprised, wide-eyed look makes Bakugou chuckle lowly, his body pressing closer and slotting one of his legs between your own. 

“I…I don’t do that,” you lie, no longer making eye contact with either of them. Bakugou laughs, actually laughs, at this. 

“Right. So I guess it was just my imagination when Kiri gave you his hoodie earlier, you were slobbering over his abs when his shirt slipped up a bit.” You gasp and look up at him in shock, your eyes looking over to Kirishima. He seems just as surprised as you though. That’s good at least. You weren’t too obvious if he didn’t even realize. Then again, Kiri can be oblivious to things like that. Just last week this woman he saved was practically slobbering all over him and trying to ask him out on a date. He was completely unaware and just told her to have a nice day. The thing was, she still swooned over him despite getting shot down (though unintentional). All he has to do is smile and no one can stay mad at him. Hell, even Bakugou falls victim to that. 

Bakugou just happens to be an overly observant prick, got it. 

“Yes, it was,” you deny, your hands squeezing your upper arms crossed over your chest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

“Hm, guess I have an overly wild imagination since I could’ve sworn you were looking at my ass while I was doing squats,” he teases, his smirk still ever-present. 

“Nope,” you further deny. Your cheeks aren’t the only thing that’s warm. Your whole body feels like it’s an inferno. 

You gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips and makes you grind down on his leg. “What are you doing?” you shout. You make absolutely no move to get away from him though. And he notices this. 

“You clearly aren’t going to confess on your own, so I’m going to force it out of you.” You tremble against him as he keeps rubbing his thigh against your pussy. You start moving on your own accord, grinding against his muscular leg as you bite your lip. 

“Bakugou…” Kiri says softly, entranced by the way your body is moving. The blond turns to look at his best friend over his shoulder, his smirk turning into an arrogant grin. 

“Why so quiet? I almost forgot you were there,” he teases. Kiri crosses his arms over his chest, whether that be because he doesn't appreciate the teasing or it’s his way of protecting himself from the embarrassment, you don’t know. 

“C’mere,” he suddenly demands, reaching his arm back towards his friend. Kiri audibly gulps as he takes the last few steps forward to reach you both. Bakugou loosely wraps his arm around Kiri’s shoulder and presses him into his side. “Kiss her,” he whispers into his ear. Kirishima gasps and turns his head to look at the older man. 

“What?” he asks, shock written all over his face. 

“Yeah, do it,” he commands. Kiri starts shaking his head, refusing to make eye contact with you. 

“This isn’t ri-”

“Look at her,” he interrupts, pushing Kiri’s cheek with his fingers to bring his head towards you. Kiri finally looks at you and feels his cock twitch in his pants. You’re flushed now from all the moving you’re doing. You’re trembling as you search for release against Bakugou’s pants. 

You look hot. 

“She likes it. She likes us,” he reassures his best friend. “Isn’t that right, princess?” he suddenly asks you, turning to look at you once more. When you don’t respond, he squeezes your hips hard and makes you come to a stop. You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to break free to continue. “I asked you a question,” he says lowly, uncaring that you’re whining and trying to finish what he started. 

“Yes. Yes, please. I wanna cum,” you beg, looking up at them both with pleading eyes. Bakugou hums and turns to look at the redhead. 

“What do you think, Eijirou? Should we let her cum?” Kirishima gulps once more and you watch the way his adam’s apple bobs at the action. 

“Yeah…” he mumbles, his eyes roaming your bare skin and stopping on your panties that are very obviously drenched. Wow, you really like this, huh? 

“Yeah?” Bakugou asks, tilting his head. 

“Yeah,” Kiri confirms, biting his lip with his sharp teeth. 

“Hm…” Bakugou hums, looking you over in consideration. “I don’t think the little liar deserves it,” he decides. He lets you go and takes a step back. You whine and slump against the lockers, feeling close to tears. Who would’ve known Bakugou was such a big tease? 

“Please,” you beg, looking between each of them. 

“Admit that you’re always staring at us then,” Bakugou decides with a shrug. This has you pausing. What little pride you have left wants to refuse, but ultimately your body overrules your pride. 

“Okay, yes. I check you out a lot. You do the same thing to me though,” you respond. You didn’t actually know if they did or not. After everything that’s just happened though, it makes sense for them to do so. 

“I never said we didn’t, sweetheart,” Bakugou casually responds as he sits down on the bench. You feel another whine forming in your throat but swallow it down. Why isn’t he touching you anymore? 

“Well, go on, Eijirou. Touch her.” 

You’re surprised Kiri doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns to look at Bakugou. “What?” he asks, just like how he had done earlier. Bakugou leans back on his hands on the bench, his eyes glancing down at his friend’s obvious hard-on.

“What, you don’t want to?” Bakugou asks innocently, tilting his head with a raised brow. 

“No!” Kiri shouts. He then blushes and shakes his head. “No, I mean yes. I want to, yes. But…” he trails off, turning to look at you. He can’t look at you for too long though, but at the same time, he can’t look away. You just look so needy and desperate.  

“Kiri, please. Touch me. I want you to,” you plead, grabbing his arm and forcing him closer. He licks his lips as he nods his head, giving you a once-over. 

“Okay,” he barely whispers before leaning and connecting your lips. You happily hum into the kiss, his warm body sharing his body heat to warm you back up from where you got cold after Bakugou moved away from you. You gasp into the kiss as his hands leave from where they were cupping your cheeks to trail down your body. He’s very respectful on the way down, moving in the valley between your breasts down to your panties. There, one hand rests on your hip where Bakugou’s was not too long ago while the other slips to the front of your underwear. He starts rubbing your throbbing heat through the wet fabric, listening to you mewl and try to grind against his fingers. 

“She’s so wet,” he suddenly speaks, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moan and look over his shoulder at Bakugou, who is palming the tent in his joggers as he watches the two of you. 

“I could’ve told you that,” he laughs, his free hand coming to rub the wet spot you left on his pants. Your blush worsens at the teasing, your head falling back to give Kirishima more room to work on your neck. 

“Can I have her first?” he suddenly asks as he pulls away, his ruby red eyes staring into your half-lidded ones. 

“She’s all yours…as long as she’s okay with having the rough treatment after the gentle one,” Bakugou answers, smirking at you with the same dumb smirk he’s had on his face since he first walked into the locker room. 

Kirishima stares down at you as he awaits your response, his eyes searching yours. You inhale and exhale shakily before nodding your head. “Just make sure to actually make me cum,” you tease, your usual personality shining through your current wrecked one. 

“Mm, trust me. You’ll be begging for me to stop by the time I’m done,” Bakugou boasts. You don’t get the chance to reply though since Kirishima is hoisting you up and pressing you harder into the locker, your legs tightly wrapping around his waist. It doesn’t surprise you that he can lift you up so easily. The amount he benches is actually insane. Then again, most pro heroes can bench around what he does. 

You gasp when you hear a ripping sound, pulling back from the kiss to look down. You find your panties in shambles, the ripped shreds falling to the floor from Kiri’s hands. “Sorry,” he apologizes on a breath before bringing his lips back to yours. You moan and grind against his hard cock still hiding from you in his shorts. 

“Don’t be,” you breathe when he pulls away to focus on taking your bra off. He smiles at you right before the clasp comes undone and your breasts are revealed to the chilly room. 

“Wow…” he breathes, his hands resting just below the swell of your chest. Your nipples harden from the cool air and the pair of eyes staring you down. 

You do a double take when you realize that Bakugou has moved since you last looked at him. He’s now standing off to the side, hand shoved down his joggers. You can’t see his dick either, but you can see the way his hand is slowly pumping his shaft. You lick your lips as you watch, realizing he must’ve moved to get a better view of the show. 

“Well, don’t stop there. Fuck her,” comes Bakugou’s deep voice that seems to be even deeper than it was before. Kiri sharply inhales as he nods his head, reaching between you two to tug his shorts and boxers down in one go. You whine when you see his pretty cock, unashamedly eyeing it up. 

He’s clean-shaven and the tip of his dick is a pretty red color, looking a little swollen and weepy from how turned on he is. He’s easily six inches, possibly longer.

You don’t really have time to admire it since he’s rubbing the head against your entrance, rubbing your wetness up towards your clit before going back down. “You touched yourself, didn’t you?” he whispers, seemingly already out of breath before you’ve even started. You look away from his mesmerizing cock to look up at him. 

“What?” you ask, almost missing what he said entirely. You still caught it though, but you’re surprised he asked you such a question. 

“Your hole…it’s already stretched out…” he says a little louder than before, maybe keeping Bakugou up to speed with what’s going on. 

“No…” you lie, trying so hard not to stutter. You cry out when Bakugou is suddenly by both of your sides, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. 

“Oh, you little slut.” You whimper at the name, your back arching off the locker for a moment. 

“I bet you were thinking about us. Weren’t you, you pretty little whore,” Bakugou coos, hand still fisted around your hair. 

“Yes, I was,” you admit breathily. You smirk though as you turn your head to look at Bakugou head-on. “And what are you going to do about it?” you taunt. He seems to be thinking it over, but he doesn’t get to do anything since Kiri takes the initiative. 

He starts inching himself into your cunt, your eyes rolling back into your head at how full you feel once he comes to a stop. “Good boy, Eijirou,” Bakugou mumbles, licking his lips as he watches Kiri push his length all the way inside of you until he can’t fit anymore. 

Kirishima whimpers at the praise, tightly gripping your hips as he starts thrusting in and out of your crying pussy. You moan and grasp his upper arm with one hand while the other rests on Bakugou’s shoulder for support. 

Your gaze floats up to the ceiling, your eyes struggling to stay open as Kiri thrusts in and out of your gaping pussy. You gasp when Bakugou’s grip on your hair suddenly tightens before he’s forcing your head down. Your eyes instantly find Kirishima’s pretty cock disappearing into your pussy before reappearing wetter than it was before. You moan at the sight, your hole clenching around the man fervently fucking you. 

“Watch him as he fucks you. You should be more appreciative,” Bakugou chastises, keeping your head held forward to make sure you stay watching Kirishima. You scream in ecstasy as your body shivers in pleasure, your cunt gushing around Kirishima as you cum. “Dirty slut,” Bakugou mumbles as if he’s disappointed or disapproving over this fact. In reality, though, he’s eating it up. 

Kirishima cums shortly after you do, pulling out just in time to coat your stomach and thighs in ropes of white. It’s not even a minute later when Bakugou is letting go of your hair and manhandling you out of Kirishima’s hold and into his own. You blink wearily at him before looking down, finding his joggers are already on the floor. 

His dick is around the same size as Kirishima, possibly a little bigger. His cock though is covered in bulging veins and the head is more on the purple side while Kiri’s was pinker. His tip is just as weepy as Kiri’s was though. 

You scream when he forces himself into your sensitive pussy in one go. You claw at his back, his entire body being pressed flush against yours. He doesn’t hesitate for a beat before starting to thoroughly fuck into you. 

You moan and mewl with each thrust, your head resting on your arm that’s wrapped around his neck. You stare at Kirishima as Bakugou roughly rails into you, watching as the younger man slowly sits down on the bench. His cock twitches in interest as he watches his best friend have his way with you. 

“You like being treated like a common whore? Hm?” Bakugou asks. He pulls you away from the lockers, his hands cupping your ass to keep you up on his bulging cock. You pull back with a moan, desperately nodding your head as he bounces you up and down his throbbing dick. 

“Yeah?” he asks, bringing one hand away from your ass only to bring it back down in a harsh slap. You shout his name as you throw your head back, placing your hands onto his shoulders as you help him thrust you up and down. “You like being my personal sex toy that I can use how I please?” he taunts. You nod your head rapidly, your eyes rolling back into your head as you clench around him. 

“Little slut gonna cum again already?” he taunts, moving you up and down faster. You scream his name as you do just that, causing a circle of white to appear around the base of his cock. “Look at you…creaming all over my fat cock…” he taunts. His voice sounds a little shakier though as he throbs inside of your tight cunt. Guess he’s getting close too. 

After a few more pumps, he rushedly pulls out just as he starts to orgasm. He points his cock right at your used pussy, shooting his seed all over your wet cunt. He smirks as he watches his cum join Kiri’s, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He slowly puts you down, laughing when you cling onto him as your legs shake. “Hope I didn’t break you,” he teases, watching you lean back against the lockers as you try to come down from your high and get ahold of your bearings. 

“Fuck you,” you snap lowly, tilting your head back to look up at the heavens, hoping this will help you calm down faster if you can’t see them. 

“I just did,” he jokes, making you groan and Kiri chuckle lightly. Kiri suddenly appears in your field of vision. You bring your gaze down to look at him, smiling at him when he seems sheepish now. 

“Sorry about your underwear. I kinda just got lost in the moment…” 

You giggle as you bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot,” you reassure. He grins at this, loosely wrapping his arms around you for a hug. 

You look over at Bakugou to find him pulling his joggers back on. Your attention returns to Kiri though as he suddenly swoops you up into his arms princess style. “What are you doing?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“We dirtied you-” he stops when Bakugou snorts and says something along the lines of ‘yeah we did.’ He rolls his eyes as he brings you to the showers, slowly setting you down and turning the hot water on. “It’s the least I can do to clean you up,” he says softly and you swear you’ve never felt so warm and fuzzy inside until this very moment. 

“Awe, what a gentleman,” you coo, giving him another kiss. “Too bad they can’t all be like you,” she jokes pointedly giving Bakugou a look. He scoffs and comes over to the shower you two were occupying. 

“Hey, he cleans you up, I make you food,” he offers with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. You hum as you think about it, putting your hand out to feel the water’s temperature. 

“Fine. You both have to cuddle me too.” 

“Okay!” Kiri says with a happy grin at the same time Bakugou rolls his eyes and grunts out, “Fine.” As if the fucker isn’t excited too. 

You smile and give them each a sweet kiss. “It’s a date then,” you declare with a wink. 

Kiri helps you clean yourself off before drying you off, in which Bakugou then helps you get dressed again. Once that was all done, you sigh and sit down on one of the many benches. 

“Now what? We’re still stuck here until the morning,” you sigh. When you don’t get a response, you look up at your two best friends, who are possibly more now. 

“We should be able to get out through a window…” Kiri says softly. You stand up at this, placing your hands onto your hips as you raise a brow at them. 

“But I thought you sai-”

“I lied.” Your jaw is once again unhinging as you stare at Bakugou in shock. You then scoff, laughing a little as you hit his chest. “You think you’re so clever.” 

“Yeah, a little,” he agrees with a shrug. You roll your eyes as you leave the locker room and head for one of the many windows in the place. 

“Jerk.” 

“Besides, even if an alarm did go off, we’re all heroes. They know we wouldn’t break into a place. We’d just explain it was a misunderstanding!” Kiri says confidently. You hum as you study the window before pulling it open. 

No alarms go off. 

“Oh, I am so getting you back for this,” you swear as you point at Bakugou with squinted eyes. He just gives you a sleezy grin. 

“I can’t wait.”

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Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader smut - Are you going to wear that baby bear?

| Entails: smut, jealous Katsuki, hardcore, lingerie, kawaii, size kink, polar opposites, petite reader, swearing |

Foreword: You and Katsuki were dating for only a couple weeks. You had both been affectionate, sometimes that was displayed in playful insults from your boyfriend. The rest of your class were out somewhere, most of them had gone to their agencies, some went to the gym and some went out for groceries. Your stubborn boyfriend refused to go and you plead that you had an abundance of homework.

(Y/N)’s pov:

You sat at your desk, finishing off your math homework, but abruptly stopped, when your hot headed boyfriend burst through the door.

“K-kat..what are you doing?” You exclaimed in a surprised tone.

“I...um I just wanted to make sure you were...uh okay, stupid nerd” Katsuki replied in a soft tone.

“I’m okay, thanks Katsuki” You smiled and returned to your homework.

He nodded, but paused looking at your outfit. You were wearing a pastel pink and white checked, pleated skirt. You were wearing an oversized grey hoodie, his ruby eyes wandered to your womanhood. From your seating position he saw pink lace panties. His face turned a dark shade of red.

“What are you doing in that outfit, baby bear? Are you planning to wear that in front of the class when they get back?” Katsuki growled in a jealous tone.

“U-um.....I like this outfit...and y-yes I was” You gulp, your cheeks turning a crimson red. 

Katsuki huffed and locked the door behind him. He proceeded to pick you up and place you gently onto your bed.

“Don’t wanna break any bones sweetie~” He purred and took off his shirt.

You admired his toned chest, running your fingers down his muscles. He chuckled and peeled off your jumper. His eyes covered with lust as he saw you were wearing a pink lace bra.

“Ah fuck honey” He groaned, his pants starting to pitch a large tent.

He bent down to kiss your lip softly your red gloss marking his lips. He made his way down to your cleavage, he sucked and kissed at your skin. He unclipped your bra and moaned lowly at your breasts.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” Katsuki moaned and started to attack your breasts with his large hands.

You moaned as he began to suck on your nipples.

“M-mmh K-kat~” You moaned, as you lightly pulled his hair.

His pupils became large.

“You fucking asked for this baby” He moaned as he teared off your skirt and shoved down his sweatpants and boxers.

His dick sprang free from it’s restraints, precum was spilling out of his tip. He jerked himself off for a brief moment before tugging your panties down. He almost came, from the sight of your dripping sex.

“So wet for me baby bear~” He chuckled and rubbed his member up and down your folds.

“You ready for this baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy your tiny hole with my fat cock” He moaned.

You gulped nervously and nodded as he slid the tip in. You arched your back as he slowly entered you.

“Holy shit your tiny fucking hole takes me so well” Katsuki moaned as he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“I-I feel so full Kat~” You moaned, as he began to rut his hips into you like a dog in heat. 

After a few thrusts you felt a warm feeling in your lower abdomen. 

“K-Kat I-I think I’m gonna cum” You moaned out, as he quickened his pace.

“M-me too baby bear, I’m gonna fucking fill you with cum as you cream on my fucking massive cock” Katsuki moaned and pulled you into a kiss.

Katsuki forced his tongue into your mouth, with a muffled moan you came over his cock. Your walls spasming around his cock.

“A-aw fuck baby” Katsuki groaned before cumming into your cunt. He did a few more thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms.

Katsuki pulled out and lied down next to you. He pulled you into a warm hug and pulled the blankets over you both.

“I’ll clean up later, rest baby bear, I love you” Katsuki smiled softly, kissed your forehead and drifted into a relaxing slumber.

“I love you too Kat” You purred, before joining him in sleep.

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The Night Before ♡

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Contains: angst (if u squint), suggestive/implied nsfw, swearing, fluff lmk if I miss something

Words: 1K

A/n: this was in my main account's draft for like a year or so BUT ENJOY I hope you like this ps. I HOPE THIS HEADER FITS THE THEME CAUSE I MADE IT

He always thought that you would be together after all you were best friends, as much as he never wanted to admit to it but you were always together. Like when he got his licence, you being there for almost almost all his birthdays, awards and everything. You were always there for him and he was always there for you. You got him out of going to jail, You got him out of the house, when no one else did you were like his rock when he felt like he didn't have one.

And there was no denying it. Not to you, not to him not to anybody you guys were super close too. So when you guys said you would be back in a bit everybody knew you guys wanted to be left alone even if it wasn't said you guys weren't together but everyone let you two be without bugging or asking. Knowing you guys you would wanna spend a bit of alone time together before you both left for college and then you'd start your lives.

The short and quiet drive to the lake was nothing but comfortable. Radio silence and then the car coming to a stop and you and bakugou were in a good mood although he would never admit you being alone with him made him feel things he didn't feel with others. Seeing the lake made him really think about you, and everything leading up to this. He thought about every single little detail and this lake, this stupid little lake. The lake he met you at and the lake he realized he loved you at the week before this. Where you found him on the verge of tears cause he had been broken up with, where you met his friends and he met yours. All those memories hit him with full force as he saw the orange, pink, purple, blue and golden hues of the somewhat clear sunset.

Sitting in the car and turning the engine off he looked at you. Slightly asleep and head against the cold glass of the window. He wasn't sure what to think, he didn't know why his eyes were scanning your tired body. He didn't know why he so badly wanted to kiss you or why his heart was racing. He couldn't figure out why the look of your smooth skin gave him goosebumps and why the way you were just sitting in his passenger seat the night before you both left for collage, even when your guy's friends were at his house for one last hurrah.

He didn't get why you suck by him even with his "monster" like attitude or why you'd defend it either. He always thought about why you did or a way to explain it. He never did and after sometime he stopped and just paid attention to you. Seeing everything he could, wanting to know as much about you as you did him.

But he got too full of emotion and without thinking he was pulling you to him. Getting the best of him was hard for most never knowing what he was like except for you. You didn't think he would be pulling your hoodie to him and locking lips with the ash blond pulling him in harder than he did you, feeling the need he emitted from a simple kiss. Pulling away when you both needed air but he still held onto you if anything tightening his solid grip.

"All I wanna do, is take care of you." He paused for a second almost completely out of breath, "Will you let me take care of you." looking you saw nothing but pure love and dilated scarlet pupils. At a loss of words you go to speak but he beats you to it "I'll let you take care of me." You swore that in that moment you had never heard his speak so softly. Knowing how much he hated when people offered to take care of him, you know he was serious but the way his hand started to lightly tremble and how his ear tips were getting the slightest shade of pink to 'em. Looking at you and seeing you teary-eyed and nodding yes with a soft look "yeah?" he said more like a question. Giving him a nod for the third time "Okay."

You never thought you would see this day, you thought it would be a happy time. Given the circumstances you would have been so excited, but in the morning you'd both leave and start anew with one another. You weren't sure why you didn't stop him from kissing you more or why you wanted it to last forever. You loved it, you love him that's why you'd never stop him. You wanted to feel his hands roam your body untouched by another feeling like it was right. While he showed you what his love really was telling you that you'd be sweet nothings and praise while wiping your tears away. You both knew you'd love each other even after college so you both took your time and sat in the car after you were done.

The ride home was quite pleasant as you both made some small talk and talked about future plans you both had while in and out of college. You both always wanted to be in contact and that was the promise you made it was to always keep contact no matter what was going on in and out of school. You both talked about your majors as you pulled into a parking lot to get ice cream, with you being nosy about him always you asked about why he chose to go into mechanics and engineering. And he asked you why you wanted to get into botany and art while he ordered your ice creams. And as you guys were getting back home you took a good look at everything one last time and said "until we meet again yeah?"

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[sourstars]

where are you? where are you? find me please, i can’t go back to sleep without you | midoriya izuku.

It was the type of love that made you feel immortal, like you could take on anything, but all of it will remain, unsullied in the halls of your memory.

He will be here, in your heart and soul, always.

…

one part of an incoming anthology series! song lyrics are IKEA date by swmrs.

warnings: mentions/implications of death and tragedy, mentions and depictions of grief, mourning, and heartbreak.

wc: 1.2K

Midoriya’s childhood room was just as it had always been, if only a bit older.

The shelves with spare parts for his creations, volumes of his favorite classics, articles on intricate theories, trinkets with made up names; they all gather in disquiet, waiting, as if each one has plucked its eyes open after a long rest and has come to discover the world was, and is not, how it has been left, but instead three inches too far out of place. The type of change you cannot ignore once seen, once felt, becoming unbearable; a hip into a table, a shoulder into a door frame, a mind gazing into history’s looking glass.

His bulletin board is tacked with photos, and notes, and essays, and ideas, dozens of pivotal times that commanded the course of your existences, twisted your strings into melodies bound by skin; Uraraka mid-stumble on a skate losing a wheel, Mina in the background as serene as the sea; Todoroki eating Bakugou’s spiciest concoction on a dare, with nonchalant abandon; Eri, Shinsou, Yamada and Aizawa at her sixteenth birthday, covered head to toe in glitter and confetti; Bakugou, through a door crack, reading a romance novel, his notes and analysis written in the margins; You and him within the forest, camping, leaning back as the fire surged, just in time for the camera to catch the fall of his marshmallow and collapsing of your tent.

It had been the time of your lives, before all this, before the hurt, before prophecy to fruition. But then again, you suppose, for anyone who is blind-sighted by tragedy, for anyone nipped too young and too harshly by destiny’s picky hand, it always is.

To be undeniably human is to have experienced all that comes with loss—which means having to have lived through the after.

His mother sits next to you on the bed, smoothing pristine but outdated patterned sheets, and says nothing while she cradles the hoodie he often wore; gotten at a time that Midoriya, truthfully, believed that All Might’s design team had seen better days, but none that had been none better than the beginning, because the beginning is alway the best part of the story.

In the beginning, there is unchained potential, all yours to do anything you wish. Nothing, but the world waiting to be brought to its knees.

She strokes the fabric, running her fingers along the seams, over the haphazardly done and amateurish repairs once made by his unpracticed hands, across the flap of the tag, where he’d written his fate in tiny letters—MIDORIYA IZUKU, FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO.

“I think,” Your throat feels filmy, your voice raw, words sticking to the meat of your tongue moments before the escape. They paw at you, struggling, and you take the second to scrounge up what’s left, like someone who’d sifted through the couch for a last chance to find loose change. “I think in another unive—if I—if he—we tried and I don’t—”

“I know.”

She sits with her back straight, head bowed down to allow her dark locks to hide her face. Tears smatter across the hoodie’s front, a canvas of endless agony. This is how it is to love and to lose and misplace the compass engraved with a heartbeat. This is how people trip and find one another.

“I know.” She says again, and you glance at the hand that wipes at her eyes, wringing your own. “He wouldn’t have changed a thing, that boy. He was always so stubborn. He would’ve loved you and went out all the same, if it meant he got to experience it all over again.”

She looks over now, nose blotched with pink and eyes shiny. Her hands shake as she reaches to squeeze an arm. “I know.” Her smile is tiny, like broken pieces without glue. “He would tell me about you and it would be like the sun had nothing against his smile. I am so honored to know my son fell in love with someone like you. Thank you for loving my boy.”

Hours feel like blinks when discussing things that matter, but sooner or later, you spend days at home, trying to live with the fact that everywhere you are, he’d been once, too. It will never go away, this ache, but his hoodie is a comfort, a piece of him you have not allowed time to touch, and even though it is not what you want, and what you want cannot be attained, you sleep with it on, you savor the smell of him on the threads. Lavender and honey, lavender and honey and heartache all wrapped up into one.

He had told you once, that when he was a kid, before he learned to talk, to walk, to hope and yearn for something so much bigger than himself, that he wanted—and was going to—change the world. That he wanted to be the history-maker type of man.

But behind his legacy and the fame, this is all that’s left for you, these memories and belongings, all of his goodness wafting away into the world, into your clothes, through his friends—through his work, and his sacrifices.

This is what it meant to be a hero—to lose, to have left something behind. There are things that say heroes are never meant to be happy, but Midoriya Izuku was happiness molded into voice, into body, into being. Sometimes the stories should be wrong. Sometimes they can be. Sometimes they’re not.

(Where’s a love too big for the body supposed to go now?

If not poured straight into him; nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.)

You’d, perhaps, imagined it, but for a moment—for the tiniest of seconds, amidst the silence, and devouring of you within the the cotton’s hold, there had been a warmth, like he was still here, holding your hand.

You say nothing, placing your palms together, imagining that if you’d closed your eyes tight enough, wished hard enough, you could intertwine your fingers, trace his knuckles, have him back.

(“I’m going to change the world one day, help so many people,” he said, and grinned as he forced the curls of his hair into your face as he buried his own into your neck. “Just watch me.”

Your fingers threaded through the green, lightly scratching at his scalp as you pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ve no doubt. And even when you get a big ego and puff up your chest like Toshinori did, I’ll love you through it all.”

There’s a nip at your shoulder, a smidge of laughter. “Even when I’m old and need help walking down the stairs?”

“Until you can barely remember what it was like not to feel like this, being loved like this,”

“Are you saying that you love me Plus Ultra?”

You groan, shoving him away from you before bringing him back in for a soft kiss, thumb pressed into his cheek. “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. Let it be known, the future number one hero is in love,”

“With you? Infinitely.”)

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[sakiyaki-sashimi]

Yoooo I wanted to make a series where I say my headcanons about the music and clothing aesthetics of MHA characters! Warning, my picks can be hella weird XD

Firstly, 1-A!:

Midoriya - Imma be honest- I don’t like Midoriya- but he would have the cutest outfits. I always weirdly imagine him listening to anime OPs in like middle school boy sports clothes but if they were fashionable. Think whatever the fuck the v-tuber Subaru has going on. Whatever it is, it’s very Nostalga/Animecore and I’m into it

Uraraka - Shes some sort of warm modern version of Heisei Retro frrrrr. If u don’t know what that is, imagine if Y2K was Japanese and it’s a little like that but not really. This girl chills in her pink room wearing scrunchies and soft thick socks playing Pokémon or animal crossing because it makes her happy and I love her for that lol

Bakugou - It’s pretty obvious, but for him I’d have to say hip-hop and streetwear fashion. This dude totally just wears the baggiest fuckin shit and it WORKS cause he just struts around the city listening to rock music in his black and orange hoodie and everyone gets out of his way XD

Mina - Will always and forever be a Decora Kei and Harajuku girl!! Bright clothes and millions of accessories are totally her thing and she’ll never get tired of listening to bubblegum pop! She definitely also has some Gyaru to her, but not as much as the Decora Kei

Kirishima - This bro is just happy and summery and sportsy and whatever the fuck Haikyuu has going on. I just love the idea of him eating otter pops and listening to Kenshi Yonezu and being a vacation dad (I think vacation dadcore is literally what I’m looking for lol)

Kaminari - This man is hyperpop as FUCK. He WILL blast Mos Thoser at 3am and it’s fine because his music is bomb af. Neon scene clothes whenever he can manage, and if he can’t then pure BLACK because he thinks it makes him look cool (It does actually, good job denki :3)

Tsuyu - She’s always so chill, to me she screams City Pop and Lo-Fi listener!! She’s def got that calm type of vaporwave to her. Not the kind of bright vaporwave or unnerving old internet vaporwave, more like the soft colors and simple outfits and sunsets kind of vaporwave

Jirou - Im sorry y’all she is and will forever be an e-girl. Shes just a Yami-Kawaii e-girl who likes metal and 2010s pop rock. I can’t get this idea of her with the Project Sekai Dark Decora outfit out of my head so that’s who she is to me now. She probably has the most obvious aesthetic in the show but idc I’m changing it lol

Momo - Totally a dark academia girlie, she just wants to wear a brown sweater with a white collar-neck underneath and be in a small but warmly lit room full of classic literature and feather-quills with piano music in the background to listen to while she studies and no one can prove me wrong

If your wonder where anyone else is, they aren’t here because I’m not interested in them enough to give them an aesthetic or I have no ideas for them.

If y’all liked this somehow I might make more?? So ye byeeee

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[kingkatsuki]

I'm just thinking about how Bakugou would keep you so warm when you were feeling chilly. Even in the middle of summer heat if you were cold he'd run you hot baths, shove you in his sweatpants and hoodie before tucking you away under a thick comforter.

Curling himself around you, sharing body heat even though he's sweating like a pig.

- 🪵

I love that you sent this to me on the hottest day of the year so far in the UK👀😂

Honestly I think Bakugou would just be repaying the favour, he uses us to keep warm in the cold winter months- shoving his cold toes against our calves or between our thighs, shoving his cold nose against our neck when he returns home from evening patrols, stealing our fluffy pink slippers and robe to wander around the house after his evening shower- so it’s only fair he help us when we get cold in the warmer months.

Probably teasingly calls us weird for being cold when it’s so warm, like ridiculously warm. Giving you extra layers and running you baths that are hotter than hell even though the house is humid as fuck. He’s there in bed with the covers completely tossed off of him while he lets you snuggle into his side, your cheek almost sticking to his pectoral because of how slick with sweat he is, but he still wraps an arm around you to help you keep warm.

#🪵anon #soft bakugou

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

Pink is a Boy's Color Too

Pink is a boy's Color too by Takabinary

Katsuki came out of his dorm room wearing an way to big pink hoodie with a dark pink strawberry frog in the middle of it ( you guys can guess who gave him that ) And some peach hair clips in his hair along with some bubble gum pink shorts. It just felt like a pink day really. So Katsuki makes his way down the stairs where most of the dekusquad and his own squad along with his boyfriend , they are either relaxing on the couch or doing something.

Katsuki walks into the kitchen to get a bowl of apple slices and small bit of caramel before he sits down in his boyfriend's lap in a few minutes. Not really taking notice to that small purple thing( you all know who it is ) staring at him from the living room area. The ash blond makes his way to the couch with said snack and sits down in his human Pikachu's lap and smiles when he feels arms wrap around his stomach.

" well don't you look cute today , firebug "

Words: 818, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of Baby Katsuki and his Adventures

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Adopted Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki and Shinsou Hitoshi Are Siblings, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Age Regression Little Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Non-Sexual Age Play

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47653714

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Bakukami #♥ #Bakukami #⚡ #💣 #⚣ #A:Takabinary

[jujutsukatsuki]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮

Name: Samantha

Age: 21

Zodiac: Leo

Shows I watch: Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Attack On Titan, Tokyo Revengers, Stranger Things, Bungo Stray Dogs, Inuyasha, Demon Slayer, Spy x Family, Blue Exorcist, Devil Is A Part Timer, Death Note, Noragami, Kakegurui

Favorite Characters: *Characters i simp for are in bold*

JJK: Yuuta Okkotsu, Mai Zenin, Maki Zenin, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Toge Inumaki, Noritoshi Kamo

MHA: Bakugou Katsuki, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Midnight, Mount Lady, Mirko, Dabi, Toga, Denki Kaminari, Momo Yaoyorozu, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Eri

Attack On Titan: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Carla Yeager *sorry Eren your mom is a milf*

Tokyo Revengers: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Jane ‘Eleven’ Hopper, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Karen Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Bungo Stray Dogs: Osamu Dazai

Inuyasha: Inuyasha, Miroku, Sango

Demon Slayer: Giyu, Kanao, Uzui, Nezuko, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma

Spy x Family: Loid, Yor, Anya

Blue Exorcist: Yukio Okumura, Renzo Shima, Shiro Fujimoto

Devil Is A Part Timer: Sadao Maou, Shirō Ashiya

Death Note: Light Yagami, Misa Amane, Touta Matsuda

Genshin Impact: Beidou, Candace, Chongyun, Cyno, Diluc, Eula, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Klee, Sara, Kuki, Mona, Keqing, Ayaka, Ayato, Qiqi, Ei, Shenhe, Venti, Xingqiu, Yae, Yanfei, Layla, Dehya

Favorite Color: Purple, Pink

Favorite things: Dc Comics, Sanrio, soft blankets, cold weather, big hoodies, bunnies, stuffed animals

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[blaize-hewwo]

Night out with the Bakusquad

Mina wanting to take Photos so they all gather around. Mina in her tight pink crop top a jumper over the top in denim shorts. Sero in his tight black muscle shirt hands in his sweats pocket. Kami in a cropped hoodie and leggings. Kiri in his tight shirt and dark jeans. Katsuki in a black crop top and shorts Kirishima's zip up jumper around his arms.

Mina in the middle Sero next to Kami who is stood by Mina Kiri on the other side Katsuki against his side. Kirishima's arm around his waist on his arm stroking gently. They smile and the flash goes off. Kiri pulls Bakugou close as they walk around town.

Kiris hand never leaving Katsuki's back pocket making him smile softly. They have some fun and laugh and joke getting back to Katsuki's apartment at 2am they all fall onto his couch. Mina gets her boyfriend to pick her up and Sero takes Kami home.

Kiri laying on the couch his boyfriend sat in his lap there tounges working together hands all over legs tangled. Heavy breathing ad they stumble to the bedroom falling into bed whiny breathes and begging. Kiri pulls away and says "We can't Kat" he faceplants the pillow and screams.

He rubs his back "Kat come on" "Whatever I'm gonna go sleep in the spare room until you come up with an actual reason we can't" he grabs his pyjamas and walks out. Kiri laughs softly hearing the scream. He walks into the bedroom to him rubbing head first into his chest "Did you forget the spider lives in that room"

He nods gently "You go stay in there" "Yea no come to bed angel'' they go to bed Kat looking away from him. He holds his waist pulling him back against him kissing down his neck "I don't want to gave sex with you because I don't want to" "Why is it something I did" "No I'm just not ready"

Kat rolls over "Now I feel bad for trying to get you to sleep with me" "Don't I should have spoken to you I just don't want to yet I'm scared of hurting you or scaring you and no matter what you say it takes me overcoming that until we can"

Kat kisses him gently and they snuggle together.

The next day

Kiri wakes up stretching out slightly and going to grab Katsuki only to grab the bed. He opens his eyes and groans at the sun light. He gets up walking around the house only to hear humming in the kitchen. Kat was stood in his hoodie and shorts making breakfast.

He wraps his arms around him and he says "Hey" "Hey darling" "Sleep well" "M but you weren't there when I woke up so it ruined my good mood" "Don't be so silly waking up to me isn't that important" "To me it is your my sunshine baby I love seeing you when I wake up"

He blushes gently kissing him plating up the food "Scrambled eggs on toast with my maple bacon" "M thank you I love you bacon" "That's why I made it" "Your such an angel" "M I don't everyone else would think that" "Yea cause your my angel only for me"

Hands trail his hips and thighs soft touches finger tips trailing. Kisses down his neck and across his shoulders "Ei what are you" "Sh baby I'm just showing you love yea" "M I like this love" "Good" Kat gives him breakfast and starts to clean the counter tops they gave really wide countertops so he bends over his legs dangling slightly off the floor to clean it.

He sighs and Ejirou stands up holding his arse gently as he washes his dishes a little squeak leaving his lips. "I love you so much" "I love you too Ei are you okay your acting weird this morning" "I don't know I was just thinking about last night"

"Don't think about it if you don't want it I will support you fully until you want to" "But I do want to that's the problem everytime you press to close to me or kiss me I think about it but I'm so scared of hurting you that I can't make myself act on it"

Katsuki wraps his arms around his neck "Why don't you let me have control then just for the first couple times and we are where it goes from there" "Sure baby but we are going to see your parents later so maybe after that"

"Ugh Ei" "Katsuki" he pouts softly kissing him "Katsuki Kirishima" he mutters "Yea I like that" Kiri smirks "yea you want a ring on your finger" "or your hand on my neck" Kiri sits him on the counter holding his neck tight with one hand he grips into his wrist and kisses him moaning softly hands digging into his hair.

After that they get on the subway to go to his parents house Katsuki pushed up against the window Eijirou's fore arm pressed against the window above his head the other hand in his back pocket of his jeans. Kat kisses him gently and smiles "I love you" "Love you too what do you want for dinner tonight" "I don't know take out"

"Sounds good" they are pushed around slightly at the next stop and then more and more people get off. There was 2 seats free but Eijirou makes Kat sit letting a lady sit beside him standing next to Kat who lays on his hip. He rests his hand on his head. The next stop they get off and walk hand in hand to his parents house.

That night they were eating take out talking about how they were gonna go about this. Kiri kisses him gently over the table "Your so pretty I'm sorry I couldn't help it" "I love you" after they clean up it's starts with small kisses slowly starting to get heated stumbling to the bedroom.

Whiny begs and tounge filled kisses and moans. It leads to clothes being thrown in the normally meticulous room hands everywhere whiny moans and heavy breathing. To Katsuki grinding in his lap kissing him deeply tounges working against each other in a desperate attempt to win dominance in this situation.

Katsuki loses letting Kiri working him as he pleases it takes a few minutes but he's soon moaning against his lips bouncing down on him. "Ei" "Yea baby" "I love you" "I love you too" hands trailing pinching kissing biting groping as they bounce and thrust desperate for the closeness they denied themselves for so long.

Spilling all over themselves and cuddling up in bed panting Kiri kissing his head and whispering "I'm definitely not going back now" "I want you to hurt me so we're all good" Katsuki smirks

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