So I Was Thinking Of Starting To Write Here On Tumblr But I Have Like No Idea Where To Even Start

pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, implied smut? steamy make out session oops

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bakugou katsuki is, to place it bluntly, a work of art.

others would tell you otherwise.

the hothead with the telltale spiky hair of blonde was rough around the edges, unbelievably loud, paired with a temper that not even todoroki’s ice could cool.

his words came without a filter, and he’d say and do as he pleased no matter how it affected those around him.

so no, he was more viewed of as an arrogant son of bitch who had been blessed with one hell of a powerful quirk.

and yet, those little sketches of arrogance and snappy statements made bakugou katsuki, well, him.

again, bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

a fucking piece of art.

blistered with ashes and smoke, marred perfectly with his ambition shown through scarred skin and calloused palms.

red, red eyes that burn and scorch just like the explosions that emit from those hands. a deadly glare that could almost make people drop dead from the intensity of it.

so red that it rivals the fierceness of the sun, sharpened by his scowling face and the feral grin he offers.

his voice demands attention. undivided attention as it should be; arrogant and gruff. stupidly attractive.

and this piece of art? he’s all yours.

he’s so rough, sweaty palms aching from the work of the day grabbing ahold of your waist hastily.

you can’t even think. he’s too much, all over you at once with his blazing touch.

some of his touches are demanding, some of his touches are tender, but each and every one leaves a mark on your skin that makes you feel alive.

desperation like this strikes katsuki on rare days, but when these rare days do come around, it’s oh so passionate.

he’s home from a long day of patrolling and kicking ass, but the only thing on his mind since this morning is you.

it’s sickening but rejuvenating—the way he craves you like his life depends on it.

his lips are placing sloppy kisses on the expanse of your neck, trailing up your jawline.

“suki,” you gasp, hands scrambling at his shoulders. he had caught you off guard—you had barely registered the front door opening before he snatched you up.

he’s got you against the kitchen counter, and the edge of it is digging into the small of your back uncomfortably, but you really can’t find it in yourself to care about that—not when katsuki continues adorning your skin with his teeth and tongue.

“katsu-” you try again breathlessly, hands now trailing up his neck that tangle your fingers in his hair.

your attempt to properly get his attention fails—he takes your action as a plea for a kiss and his lips messily meet yours.

“mmph-!” and you meet him halfway like you always do, returning the force as you feel him run his tongue along your teeth.

the need to breathe makes you break away, and before katsuki can latch his mouth on you again, you tug on his hair.

he groans in response but finally relents, leaning back for you to lock gazes with him at last. (it’s so intense; the desire swirling within his makes you shiver.)

“what?” he snaps gruffly, terribly out of breath like you are. he’s eyeing your lips greedily.

“what’s-” you struggle to form words. (he almost smirks at that, but he’s a bit annoyed that you made him stop in the first place.) “what’s gotten into you-? sumthin’ happen at work? not that m’complaining…”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “nothing happened, dumbass,” he grunts, holding you closer. his skin glistens with sweat and there’s blush accompanying it, “just missed ya.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again like you’re gonna disappear.

you tug at his hair again, but it’s to make sure he doesn’t leave you this time. not that he would; he busies himself with making sure not an inch of your skin is missed with his inspection.

you can’t help but squeal when he effortlessly lifts you up to sit on the counter, pressing forward so that he’s not touching you for even a split second.

your legs instinctively come to wrap around his waist and his hands seem to be everywhere at once.

“missed you s’much,” he gasps against your skin, “i’ll take care of ya, yeah?”

you nod pleadingly, lost in the scorching heat only bakugou katsuki can make you feel.

and bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

especially like this—all messy and madly in love.

everyone go beg for a part two rn >:(

A Younger Time

Tags: fluff, Bakugou x gn!reader, time travel, swearing

Summary: Bakugou goes back in time and sees you.

Time travel.

That's something I wish I could do.

This is surreal.

Bakugou adjusts the collar of his school uniform uncomfortably, glaring at the clock in front of the 2A classroom. Correction, he thinks.

This was horseshit.

To think he was fighting a villain just a few minutes ago when he got hit with the villain's quirk. Now, look at him.

He's a fucking gremlin again.

The first thing that tips Bakugou off is where he is. It was his old dorm room back when he still lived at UA. The next is his appearance. He is shorter, for one, beady red eyes glaring at his hair that is now a little longer than it was originally.

Bakugou blows out a tired breath when he sees his uniform hanging on a hook in his closet. "Someone must be fucking with me." He says aloud.

But he himself has seen these incidences happen before. He's not superficial, he's heard about this damn villain long before he caught him. Only he didn't expect to get transported into the past the minute the villain had been apprehended successfully. In any case, that small fry can only use his quirk once a day.

Bakugou's agency would probably have already gotten intel about his absence and patched up his patrols with someone else. For now, all he could do is wait.

Grudgingly, he yanks his old uniform off the hangers and wears it, taking a mental picture of the time and date. Ah, great.

Now he has to worry about timetables and shit.

If Bakugou is lucky, he would be able to get back by the end of today. Worse come to worst, he'd be gone for a week. With his bag slung on his shoulder, he slams his door shut and makes his way to his classroom for the first period.

Bakugou's stunned when he's greeted by his circle of friends the second he steps foot into the classroom. Kirishima slings a hand around his shoulder, scaring the living shit out of him, and Mina gives him a cheery welcome and a wave of her hand. Startled, he freezes for a few seconds.

It had been literally weeks since he saw his friends. With no galas or excuses to gather, all he's been doing is working and working. It made his heart warm a tad bit because he never appreciated it then.

Still, he shrugs Kirishima's arm off carelessly and stalks to his seat, muttering a quiet. "'morning," under his breath.

Denki-Sparky-pouts, whining. "Bakugou, c'mon! We've been friends for about a year and a half! Loosen up a bit!"

I've been friends with y'all for about ten years. I think I've loosened up plenty. Bakugou thinks. Instead, he says. "Shut up Dunce Face. Should be glad I even greeted you."

"Come, on."

Gaining confidence, Bakugou nods to himself approvingly. Since he can pull off being his younger self, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He can use the time to find a way to get back to the future instead of worrying if someone were to find out about this.

Things would get complicated if someone spills the beans about him, he muses. They might probe him for happenings in the future, or try to hinder him from leaving.

"You seem off today, Bakugou."

Bakugou almost falls off his chair. He turns, heart hammering when he looks up to see you.

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

You.

You're the only damn person that could see through him as if he was as clear as glass. The co-founder of your shared agency, and his amazingly observant partner.

You're probably freaking out right now, worried sick of where he was.

He snorts, remembering how the both of you would dance around each other like this. "And you seem like you need to get your eyes checked, Shortie. What's your deal?"

He almost slips up and calls you 'babe', but opts for the teasing nickname he gave you years ago. It's rarely used now, but it was one he used often in the past.

Your eyebrows furrow, and even though Bakugou's sure he's refuted your comment perfectly, you're still weary. "Okay, if you say so..."

Great. Now you're suspicious. Bakugou glances at the clock that shows 10 minutes remaining before Mr Aizawa steps through the door.

"Oi," He stops you, grabbing your hand.

"I got something to tell you. Follow me."

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Should I make a part 2?

So there’s this guy and I really like to see him cause he’s really handsome and he knows this because one of my friends FUCKING TOLD HIM but he has a gf and he always keeps looking at me literally everyday we make eye contact there’s this one time I held this guys hand playfully and I turned around and I saw him FUCKING STARRING AT ME for a good 10 seconds and idk what to do anymore 😭

Okay well this might not be what you would like to hear but…

he has a girlfriend so unless they’re broken up making a move on him would be wrong (you wouldn’t wanna put that poor girl in a situation where her bf is flirting with someone else) so i don’t think you should do anything further because he already knows you like him yeah? So ig just hold off on hitting on him and things like that.

Because in my opinion if he breaks up with her for you means he genuinely likes you but if he cheats on her with you than there is a chance he is using you because you already like him and therefore in a vulnerable position.

i hope this helped :)

suggestive. college au boyfriend!bakugou. installment II “poor timing”

He’s barely awake when he picks up his phone from where it’s charging near the bed, blearily sliding in one of his amplifiers as he presses it to the side of his head.

“Th’fuck are you callin’ me at 2am for?”

Kirishima pauses from his side of the line, curious male voices leaking into the speaker that irritate in their familiarity. “Are you just waking up?”

“What the fuck else would I be doing?”

“That’s what I’m wondering too.” He plops himself on the large bean bag sitting in the middle of his roommates floor, after knocking on his door for what felt like hours. Kaminari starfishes against his comforter, and he has to snap a few times to stop Sero from going through his friend’s stuff.

“Dude, where are you?” He asks. “Your truck’s not in the parking lot. Are you at a hotel?”

Bakugou stays silent for a long moment, fleeting as it is, it's a little disconcerting, and the chat runs empty as the sound of a running fan hisses through the static.

He sighs, brief movement stirs sleepily under his bicep and he figures it’s best to end this conversation as quickly as possible. “I’m with ____.”

“You’re-“ Kirishima stammers a little. “Can you say that again?”

“I’m at _____’s apartment.” Bakugou repeats himself - he’s obviously trying to be quiet.

“No fucking way! Dude?!” Kaminari chimes in from somewhere in the room, because of course he’s on speaker. “Like is she right next to you?”

“Can you be any fuckin’ louder?!” Bakugou whisper-yells.

“She totally is, isn’t she?” Sero chimes in. “Did you two fuck?”

Kirishima grimaces up at him from where he’s sitting. “Don’t be crude.” Though, he hesitates a moment before speaking a little closer to the speaker. “Wait, did you?”

Bakugou kisses his teeth. “What the hell was so fuckin’ important that you had to call me at two in the morning anyway?”

“Well, those of us who weren’t out getting some wanted to know if you wanted to play DnD. Since it’s the weekend and all.” Sero says.

“But I guess now you’re too good for the loser club, now that you’re some bigshot with a hot girlfriend.” Kaminari pouts.

Bakugou audibly scoffs. “I was never a part of the loser club to begin with.”

“Says the guy who’s gonna make us look for another DM in the middle of a campaign.” Kirishima retorts. “Seriously, you couldn’t have picked a better night to fuck ____? With you two gone Jirou’s gonna wanna take over your post - and she always gives us the worst scenarios.”

“They’re not that bad.” Bakugou jumps a little when the hand around his waist slithers to wipe at her sleepy eyes, cursing hushedly before the men hear him quietly apologize away from the speaker.

His three friends blush as a familiar voice leaks softly into the receiver.

“What’re you doing…?”

“…Nothin’, angel. Go back to sleep.”

The three squeal in unison.

Bakugou kisses his teeth again, whispering angrily into the speaker. “Shut the fuck up. And don’t call me this late, again!”

Click!

S/o With Strict Parents

bakugou x fem!reader

masterlist

✽ He would be the goodest boy when he first meets your parents, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, so he needs to impress the rents

✽ He has never yelled once in front of them, in fact they think he is quite a stand-up kid.

✽ Little do they know he sneaks into your room most nights... and gets away with it

✽ You like to go to his house more than being at yours, but it isn't always like that, a lot of the time he is forced over there. Not that he minds, anything to spend time with you

✽ If your parents are in a good mood, then you can go up to your room to hang out but often it's just the two of you in the living room watching something.

✽ Your parents are actually good friends with bakugous parents so they are aware how gruff the boy can be but are proud he contains it for their sake.

✽ One time, you were at his house up in his room just... making out with each other when his mom walked in

“Get out, Hag!” He yelled and threw a pillow but before it could make contact with her the door was shut. “I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know!” You hear her say as she walks back down the stairs. You and Katsuki just sit there dumbfounded thinking about the worst that could happen.

✽ You two were TERRIFIED she would tell your parents. Sure, it's normal teenage activities but you still imagined the worst (She did not, she likes you and wants you to stick around, and if telling them made you and Katsuki break up then no.

✽ He had to ask your parents for permission the very first time he asked you out even though he was already so close with your family. Let me tell you, when they told him they’d think about it you begged and begged them to let you go

✽ If you do any sort of sport or extracurricular, he will go to watch and sit next to your parents (when he very well didn’t have to) just so they’d like him more

✽ Overall, even though he is rough around the edges, your parents see how you bring out the best in him and him you

Stuck in a constant dilemma between Bakugou with a vocal reader, covering your mouth and hissing "Nuh uh, not this time. I wanna see how long you can keep your pretty mouth shut"

VS

Bakugou with a usually quiet reader, blowing your back out and barking, "Yeah, that's it baby- louder. Lemme hear you fuckin' scream"

Y’all rockin with the math extra credit?💪🏼💪🏼

i have finnaalllyyy finished my hw i’ll write it tomorrow

there is one request that i FS am gonna get out this week and the others in my inbox i will get to but at this time i’m gonna close requests for a little while so if you go to my ask box and submit a request it won’t get done for a while. I’m gonna keep my ask box open however because i like it when people send me random things i’m just not taking any more requests at this time. It’s just a lot to keep up with at the moment and it will probably be back up once i finish the ones in there. Right now there are three waiting requests so it might be back up sooner rather than later

I’ll let you guys know when it changes :))))

bouta write a supa fluffy sequel to sleepy 😁😁😁 right after i finish my gov homework ofc