Can I Please Get A Bakugou X Fem!reader Who Is Alone On Valentine’s Day At A Bar And Her Toxic Ex Walks

i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.

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bakugou x barista!fem!reader

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wc: 631

cw: fluff, short

Bakugou makes his daily trip to the nearest coffee shop, but today there is a new barista, who just can’t get his name right.

Bakugou starts to head down to his favorite coffee spot after his morning workout, and when he finally reaches the doors and exhausted sigh leaves his lips. He heads up to the counter ready to say his daily order only to find that when he looks up, it’s someone new. Her hair covering her eyes a bit as it drapes over her shoulder while she writes. He grunts a bit to grab her attention and when she looks up at him with shining e/c eyes, he almost chokes on his spit.

“What can I get you?” You say with a wide smile on your face, I mean it wasn’t all that often that you saw someone as attractive as him.

“Tall black coffee, hot. Please,” He utters the last part quieter than the rest.

“Sure thing! Can I get a name for the order?” You look up at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

“Katsuki.” He says before he pays for the drink watching you write on the cup. You feel his eyes on you the entire time you’re making his drink, not daring to look back at him. Walking back over to the counter you hand him the cup before wishing him a nice day, to which he just nods.

As Bakugou takes the first sip of the coffee he is taken aback, for a newbie you sure knew your shit. While the coffee was still to his lips he glances down at the cup, eyeing your handwriting. It was neat but there was one thing wrong, you had spelled his name wrong. Looking at it more clearly to confirm his suspicion, there it was “katski” His eyes were blown wide looking distastefully at the styrofoam container. How could you have gotten it wrong, it was so easy, he had nothing but good thoughts about you, until now that is. But deciding that everyone makes mistakes, Bakugou forgives you. Just this once.

Just this once turned into everyday for the next two weeks. You had come to look forward to his daily visits, standing at the counter awaiting the tall, built, blonde. Bakugou still hasn’t corrected you on his name, in fact he’s come to find it endearing, kind of like a nickname no one else calls him. So when he waltzes in one day, workout tee clinging to his muscles, you can’t help but stare. He notices your wandering eyes and continues to stride up to you.

“The usual.” Bakugou says leaning on the counter closer to you, so close you can practically smell him, even when sweaty he still smells sweet.

“On it,” You say barely above a whisper. Once you’d finished making it you go to write his name on the cup. Watching your hand write he speaks, “You know,” You stop halfway to look up at him, “ You’ve been spelling it wrong,” Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“O-oh i’m sorry,” You mutter looking down at your shoes.

“It’s not that hard y’know, ya could sound it out, it’s so easy,” amusement lingered in his eyes as he teases you. “Gimme your hand.” He demands while you set the drink down and give him your hand. “Pen too, c’mon” He beckons you to give him the writing utensil with impatience.

“Kat-su-ki, see how simple it is,” he glances down at your name tag before finishing, “Y/n” You nod up at him and he continues writing. Whipping your head down in confusion and see a jumble of numbers following his name.

“Feel free to call me if you forget how to spell it again, or,” he pauses to look you in the eye, “if you just wanna have dinner or something.” Bakugou leaves you with a smirk and your jaw on the floor, but not before closing the hand he wrote in and bidding you farewell. Your co-workers watch in shock and you just continue to watch him walk away.

saw your “I’m gonna retire from writing post”, and while that’s definitely a lol mood I do hope you’re okay. Your writing has been really fun to read and enjoy, so I hope you have the same joy I get while you rest from it. Best wishes

thank you 💜💜

thinking about biting (a little too hard might i add) bakugous big bicep affectionately but he flinches away and turns to you to say, “hey no biting, biting’s for the bedroom!” and gives you a lite pout before rubbing his arm. all whilst you’re dying of laughter.

i actually fucking hate life 😁

plz talk to me 🙏🏼

Only You Could

Request: I'd like something about bakugou having a crush (neutral pronouns for reader)

I really hope you enjoy it!!

bakugou x gn!reader

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wc: 1k

He had so many things to focus on, he couldn’t spend time worrying about his frivolous crush. But how could he not when you’re just so perfect.

He hated you. Katsuki Bakugou was bound for greatness, not love. Romance just wasn’t in the cards for him. Well, that’s what he tells himself at least. He’s a grown man for god's sake, he shouldn’t have all eyes on you. He’s got a goal to focus on!

But boy is it hard to focus when you’re there. The way your soft voice rings through the conference room, the way you lock eyes with him when he speaks, giving him your undivided attention. God, he feels like he can't breathe when you look up at him like that. It wouldn’t be so much of a problem if it didn’t interrupt his work, but on days like today he just wanted to curl up and die.

There were about thirty heroes sitting around the long wooden tables, police officers and government officials standing all around. And even though he hated the media spotlight, the Firey man was the one selected to give the presentation.

“The fuck?! Why me, couldn’t you do it shitty Deku?” He says in his normal harsh tone.

“I-I’m sorry Kaachan, the board wants you to do it since, you um... uh never do them...” His voice getting softer and if Bakugou wasn’t right next to him it would have been inaudible.

Now here he is trying to get this over with as soon as possible going from slide to slide, effectively and efficiently talking about the task at hand. He’s made eye contact briefly with anyone in his line of sight because, even though he doesn’t do it often, the guy’s a great public speaker. But as he makes his rounds, you're the only one he avoids. The poor man doesn’t know if he’ll be able to continue if he looks your way.

But even knowing this, Bakugou gets so engrossed in the presentation he slips up and meets your gaze. Beautiful round eyes looking at him, showing that you’re listening. He stumbles over his words for a second, before stopping completely, just gazing at you softly. But you don’t let this go on for long, assuming he’s nervous. So, to reassure him to keep going, he’s doing great, you send him quite possibly the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his entire life.

That’s it. He tapped out. He apologizes before swiftly making his way out of the room, seemingly telling everyone he was done, the meeting was done. The action went unnoticed by everyone except the blonde’s best friend. Kirishima jogs out of the room to catch up with him before he makes it too far.

He steps in the elevator just before it closes and the larger male grumbles incoherent words under his breath, his friend's presence completely going over his head. About a thirty seconds pass of the spikey red head waving his hand in front of Bakugou’s face before he finally gets through. “Hellloooo, earth to Katsuki!” He shakes his head seemingly trying to shake the thoughts away along with it.

“What was that about man?” Kirishima speaks in his normal enthusiastic tone as Bakugou glares.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He questions faking innocence. A smirk grows on the other male’s face at the embarrassment his friend must feel.

“Oh, you know, just leaving the room when we were only like three-quarters of the way done because you made eye contact with Y/N. Oh and that little smile they gave you, how cute! They’ve got the biggest crush on you ya know. But you’re not a relationship kinda guy so not like it would matter to you.” He states facing forwards but giving a little side eye to try and see the blonde’s reaction.

“How do you know that?” He growls, taking a step closer to the other male.

The elevator dings off at his floor and as he starts to walk off, he yells, “You can totally see it in the way they look at you. You know what they say bro! The eyes are the windows to the soul!” And just as his sentence finishes out, the doors close once more, only to leave Bakugou mortified. If Kirishima could see it in you, does that mean you saw it in him? What if he was just pulling his leg? What if you didn’t see him like that?

He makes it to his stop, letting the doors open fully before stepping out and making a beeline for his office. He’s a grown man. He tells himself for the nth time this week. His schoolgirl crush wasn’t going to go anywhere and the sooner he realized that the less disappointment there would be in the future.

His phone chiming breaks him out of his thoughts as he goes to see who is bugging him. But as he reads your name, he nearly drops his phone, scrambling out of excitement that you texted him. The lovesick boy tries so hard to contain his enthusiasm when he reads your text.

You: You did so good!!! Def not like those other meetings that drone on forever and ever, anyways I just wanted to tell you good job. :)

Boy the way his heart melted and was practically dripping onto the ground.

Katsuki: No big, I'm good at everything remember.

Cockiness is seeping through his tone even through the screen. Deciding that he’s had enough of this hopeless pining he makes his first big boy move ever.

“Come on, Katsuki. You got this, how hard can asking someone out be.” He whispers to himself.

Katsuki: How about since I did so good, I take you out for a celebratory dinner?

You: Isn't that more like a reward for me? Free food and a handsome date!

Katsuki: Trust me, if you only knew ;)

You giggle at your phone, looking like a crazy person kicking your feet at your desk, squealing in excitement.

Bakugou Katsuki hated you. But only because you make him feel something he thought he never could.

hello kitty band-aids

pairing: spider-man!iwaizumi x reader

words: 1.7k

summary: your friendly neighborhood spider-man needs your help to treat his wounds

genre: marvel au, fluff, sfw, humor

tw: wounds, blood

You still don’t know how exactly you got involved with him. One day he was your classmate, then you two were assigned to work together on a physics assignment, and the next thing you knew you were keeping Spider-Man's biggest secret, his identity.

Like every other girl in your school, you idolized him - the superhero, not Iwaizumi -. You acted like a fangirl whenever you saw him swinging around the streets or when he showed up on the news after saving people from a fire. Having someone to protect the city made you feel safe because you knew that if you ever needed help, Spider-Man would show up to save you, besides that, not knowing who he was gave him a mysterious and intriguing air. You found yourself awake at night dreaming of who your hero crush was and what he looked like, unbeknownst that he sat only a few desks away from you in class.

At first, you couldn’t comprehend how an eighteen-year-old teenager could be fighting bad guys in the streets when, logically, adults are stronger than him, but after Hajime pulled a truck with his web to save a kid inside it, all your doubts about his powers vanished.

And as much as people think superheroes are untouchable and invincible, even the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man has his bad days, which is why he is knocking on your window right now, trying to get you to let him in.

Iwaizumi can hear the loud music blasting inside the room and moves to the edge of the glass to see past the curtains. A soft smile that hurts his busted lips takes over his face as he sees you dancing in front of your bed with a microphone - also known as your hairbrush - in your hands. He chuckles while you jump in your place with your eyes closed, too emerged in the song to focus on anything else. Hajime could stay there for hours, watching how you act when no one else is around. However, the cut on his side is still bleeding and he needs to put some ice on his left wrist.

So he shifts to the side, behind the cloths covering the windows so you won’t be embarrassed that he was watching your concert, and knocks on the glass hard enough to be heard over the music.

Mere seconds later, you open the windows and let out a tiny gasp when you acknowledge the state he is in.

“Oh my God, Iwa, you look awful.”

“Thank you, you sure know how to flatter a man, Y/n.”

“Just get in already.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his wrist, immediately letting it go once a hiss escapes through his gritted teeth. Iwaizumi slips into your room, careful not to knock anything down as he does so. He plops on the floor and leans his back on your bed, his right-hand touches the side of his ribs, and he feels his fingers getting wet.

“Y/n, can you get the first aid kit, please?” He breathes out and rests his head back on the mattress.

Now that he is in a safe place, far from all the danger, the adrenaline in his veins disappears and he feels his body hurting all over. Maybe he should listen to you for once and go to a hospital to take care of all the injuries that most certainly left sequels behind, but why would he when the hospital doesn’t have the Hello Kitty’s band-aid’s you always put on his wounds?

“You know, I should start charging you, I had to buy three new kits during the past two months, my mom even asked if someone was beating me up at school because of all the ointment I’m using.”

Hajime can’t laugh because of the pain in his toráx, so he settles with a smirk instead. You take a mental picture of the sight. Why do men with busted lips and bloody cheeks smirking look so damn attractive? How is that even possible?

You quickly walk to the bathroom to hide your blushed cheeks, take the white box from the cabin and lock the door once you return to your room. There’s no one home besides you and Iwaizumi, but you rather not take any chances of your parents coming home early and finding someone with you.

When you look at Hajime, you wish you had locked yourself outside of the room. Spider-Man has the upper part of his uniform resting around his hips, his muscular torso exposed and his chest rising and falling quickly. You can swear your cheeks are melting from how hot they feel.

Your moment of thirst is cut short when you take notice of the cut on his rib, it’s not bleeding so much anymore due to the pressure Iwaizumi put on it, but it still looks bad.

“Iwa, what happened?”

You kneel beside him and pull everything out of the box so you can treat him.

“Five guys were breaking into a jewelry store, I went down to stop them, but I didn’t see a sixth guy coming closer. He had a knife, and the rest you know.”

“Don’t you have a sixth sense? How could you not see him coming.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep inhale while you drag a cloth wet with alcohol across his wound.

“I had my mind somewhere else.”

“What could you possibly be thinking of while fighting bad guys?”

“Doesn’t matter right now.” He turns his head to the other side, but not before you catch a glimpse of his reddened cheeks.

With the blood out of the way, you can see the injury more clearly. You wonder if it needs a couple of stitches or not, you’re just a high-schooler after all, you’re definitely not the one Hajime should be going to treat his wounds. But knowing the brunette, he is too stubborn to go to a hospital, so you’ll have to take it into your hands to fix him.

You try your best to stay focused on your task, but the hardened ridges of his muscles call out for you. Just a little glance. It won’t hurt. Yes, it will. We’re only inches away, he won’t even notice you looking at us.

You give in to temptation, and as you apply ointment to the cut you let your eyes shift to the center of his abs. So that is what he’s been hiding all this time. Seijoh’s uniform for sure doesn’t make Hajime justice. His six-pack stares back at you in all its handsome glory, his chest makes you want to lay on it, and his shoulders mock you into thinking of how they move when he’s lifting some weight. Oh, if only you could take a glance at his back to see if it is nearly as perfect as his front, it probably is, even the motherfucker's calves are hot.

Panic settles in when you feel something hot under your hand, only then do you realize your fingers are tracing the edges of his muscles — touching Iwaizumi, touching his abs. You look up to him to find olive eyes already staring at you, seeing through your soul.

You pull your hand back as if he was a walking disease and pretend you’re busy organizing the first-aid supplies while he coughs into his hand.

“The injury is fixed.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Thanks.” He says, avoiding eye contact with you. “Could you put a band-aid on my cheek?”

You nod and reach out to the Hello Kitty stamped card box on your nightstand, always in sight for unexpected moments - like this one - when your hero comes over.

Hajime lays his head back again and you hover over him, face to face. With a gentle touch, you clean the cut with a cotton ball then place the pink band-aid on his skin. Getting out of your focus, you lock eyes with Iwaizumi, who watched you the whole time you treated his face. You gulp.

“My lip is busted.”

“I can see that.”

Silence.

“Will you treat it?”

“Yes.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and reach out to the kit, but he stops you before you grab it.

“Why don’t you kiss it better?”

Suddenly, the air seems denser inside your lungs.

“…What?”

Hajime slowly lifts his hand and cups your left cheek as if testing waters. His eyes watch yours for any signs of reluctance and he pulls you closer unhurriedly, to give you enough time to get away in case you change your mind.

Your lips hover over one another, not touching completely, yet you can feel the high point of his upper lip so close to the gap between yours that it almost feels like you’re kissing. But you’re not, and every hair of your body standing up in a goosebump urges for you to close the less than millimetric gap separating you two.

“Y/n! I brought you some manjū! It was fresh out of the oven.” Your mom shouts from the other side of the door, making you jump in your place.

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath.

Iwaizumi quickly gives you a peck and swiftly gets up from the floor while you push all the medical supplies under your bed.

“Y/n?! Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just a minute!” You yell, voice wavering from panic.

Hajime struggles with his uniform. Besides the rush, his ribs hurt- correction, his whole body hurts, and as much as he’s trying not to make any sounds, there’s only so much pain one can take. You quickly step in to help and glare at him to be silent.

In record time you dress him up and push him gently towards your window.

“Bye. Thanks.” He whispers rushily and kisses your cheek before swinging away.

“Y/n?!”

You fly across the room and open the door wide.

“Hi, mom.” You smile

“What were you doing?”

“Uh… push-ups!”

She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

“Okay…? Here’s your manjū, Sweetie.”

“Thanks a lot, mom. I’m gonna finish my push-ups now, bye.”

You close the door and collapse on your bed. The recent events were so comic you wanted to laugh. Instead, you sit up and start chewing on the bean-filled sweet, and only then you realize.

Spider-man kissed you.

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When You’re Being Clingy

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ooc bakugou bc he’s supa soft only for you

My girl🧡: sukiiiii i miss you come hommmmmee🥺

Suki <3: i miss you too pretty girl i’ll be home soon. this meeting is taking me forever, deku won’t stop talking.

My girl🧡: just leave they don’t need you there because i need you here. Don’t they know your girlfriend wants attention?

Suki <3: bastards. i swear they’re taking forever on purpose.

Suki <3: I know i wanna be there too baby. then when i’m home your suki’s gonna give you all his attention

My girl🧡: but want you now🥺

Suki <3: Fucking finally just got outa there i’m coming baby leave the door unlocked i forgot my key this morning.

My girl🧡: kay 😊

Suki <3: okay i’ll be there in a bit, I love you Y/N

My girl🧡: Love you too suki <3