What's Wrong With My Boss!?
what's wrong with my boss!?
pro-hero!boss!bakugou x fem!assistant!reader
LOVETREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list.
content .ᐟ think "what's wrong with secretary kim?" (sorta) but with this blond menace, ur his personal secretary, he's annoying, he's a yearner, you don't notice shit, kirishima knocks some sense into him, pretty fluffy, did i mention he's a yearner? you two argue, reader is 27 ? bakugou is 29 ? #idk oh also swearing, ur both awks but its part of the plan trust
word count .ᐟ 5.7k+
you’ve been working as bakugou’s personal assistant for as loooong as you could remember.
when you first applied, you were ecstatic! you managed to snag an extremely high paying job with little problems. it honestly felt like it was too good to be true.
… well, it sort of was.
you knew that bakugou was hard to deal with—it was always apparent in the few interviews he had with tv hosts, reporters, and especially with paparazzi. but you thought that it was probably because he disliked the fact that most of them always tried to get their hands on some information in his private life. he rarely attends events, and if he did, it was only an extremely short appearance—so naturally a lot of people, including you, thought that he was just an extremely reserved person.
and sure, he has a temper, and he is a reserved person, but he’s also just. quite hard to deal with. more than you thought he would be.
he wanted everything to be organized, he wanted you to be extremely organized. he expects you to know all the specifics of his work life: all of the events and interviews and meetings and photoshoots and whatnot. when and where, why do it in the first place, who will be in the same room as him, how long do you estimate it’ll take, take care of the ones that he deems “unnecessary”, etc.
at first you thought you were doing everything right, but apparently it wasn’t good enough in his eyes. he told you off for getting certain information wrong (it was right, it just wasn’t as detailed as he wanted), he told you off when he had to attend a “stupid, unnecessary event” (it was a pro-hero ball), and he told you off when you couldn’t catch up with the amount of emails and calls (it was literally your first week on the job).
still, you stayed and put up with it all.
at first, you talked back because of your pride. after those moments, you would always go home crying and scared, thinking that you might’ve lost your job for good this time. but he never fired you, even when you called him an “ungrateful asshole” one time.
bit by bit, you just got used to it. you start to smile, nod, and apologize when you did something he didn’t like. it surprised him at first, and sort of bugged him, but he never told you about it. bit by bit, day by day, you would perfect his wants and needs with work, leaving him with nothing to complain about.
“oi, did you cancel that stupid ph—“
“did it yesterday, sir.”
“… the pro-hero meeting tod—“
“8:30am, the meeting will be about catching a group of villains that have started to cause more and more damage everywhere they go. i’ve asked deku’s secretary, and they’ve told me that the villains had some sort of power-up that’s made them stronger and more dangerous.”
“..? who am i meeting wi—“
“pro-heroes deku, shouto, red riot, pinky, uravity, mirko, ingenium, best jeanist, lemillion, phantom thief, cellophane, and grand.”
he just stares at you after that. his eyes bore into you, but you paid him no mind. you continued fixing his schedule for the week and answering some emails. he blinks once, he blinks twice, and he blinks another couple of times before grumbling to himself.
“anything else, sir?” you ask without looking at him, busy with typing away on your laptop for the report he wanted done by 2:00pm. the only reply you got was him opening and closing the door.
and this was how your days would usually go. your short replies were either met with grunts or closed doors instead of the fighting the two of you were once used to.
but you started noticing something.
he’d make coffee for two instead of one, making sure that the other cup was just right, just to your liking. he would tell you to ‘take a damn break’ more often than not. he would walk you to your car and would watch you leave the parking area from the side before going in his own vehicle. he would ask for your advice on more things than before, and most of the time, it’s the one he’d always go with. when there’s events, he would always make sure you’re there as his plus one (and in these cases, he stays longer than he usually would).
but you never really put more thought in it. you just assumed he was more lax now because you knew how to do the job right in his standards, and this is him being grateful that he didn’t need to waste more time arguing with you and correcting your mistakes.
you never really thought about finding another job or even just taking a long vacation, until one of your friends mentioned how you rarely went out and would always be busy with work. well, they always do, it’s just this time it… made you think.
“c’mooooon! just this once! and you don’t even have work tomorroooow!” one of your friends cried as she shook your right arm. you sighed and tilted your head, thinking.
they were right. every day your only focus was to ensure that the work you did was to bakugou’s standards. every day you ensured to be the very best out of spite and for that sweet, sweet paycheck. but… you didn’t live. you didn’t party, didn’t go to clubs, and you barely go out for dinner with your friends.
“we should go out and meet some people! you’re 27, girl! we should be out and enjoying liiiife!”
you chuckle and playfully shove them away from your arm. “fine, fine. let’s go out tonight.”
you went on to buy a dress just for tonight, did your make-up and hair all pretty, and had a fucking blast with your friends at the club. you danced and danced and drank and drank, going back home when the sun was already up. sure, the morning after was unbearable and annoying, but you still had a ton of fun.
you wanted to live for fun rather than for work. you wanted to hang out more with your friends. hell, you wanted to travel the world! but you couldn’t do any of that if you were still going to be stuck as bakugou katsuki’s personal assistant. because every day, every waking moment, you would be focused solely on your work and nothing else, like a programmed machine that does not know anything but what was coded in it to do.
you didn’t want that anymore.
you have enough money, more than enough if we’re being real honest. if you want another job, you could probably go on and open a nice little book café. but working again was far from your concerns at the moment.
right now? it’s telling bakugou that you want to quit.
“what’s the event later tonight?” bakugou asks with crossed arms. he glances at you, quickly typing something on your laptop before pushing pushing your specs up on your nose.
“it’s a charity event, sir.”
“you’ll be with me f’ tonight,” bakugou states, like it’s a matter of fact.
you fidget with the buttons on the sleeve cuffs of your blazer, taking in a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself to break the news to bakugou.
“of course, sir. but tonight will be the last time i accompany you to such events.”
“huh? and why is that?” he asks with a raised brow.
here it goes. you stand up from your desk and walk over to him. you bow low and long, which made bakugou clench his hands into fists. he already had a feeling.
you stand up straight and look him dead in the eyes.
“i would like to quit as your personal assistant. i believe i’ve given more than enough of my time here. i will ensure that your next assistant will be able to manage everything according to your standards before i put in my notice.”
a moment of silence passed. you didn’t move or speak another word. another moment passed, and he still didn’t say anything. it was like time froze, and you started fidgeting with your fingers, feeling a drop of sweat drip from your forehead even in the cold room.
another stupid moment of silence passed and you felt antsy. he wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t reacting. you didn’t know if he was mad or what, you couldn’t read him this time. he just stares at you blankly, not a single shift in his expression.
“… sir?”
“do you need a pay raise?”
now that just ticked you off.
“… no, sir, i don’t.” you say with a forced smile.
“ya know you can take a vacation, right?”
“yes, sir. but i’d like to try new things, too.”
“like?”
you try your hardest to maintain your professionalism, it honestly looked like you had that little angry emoticon on your forehead right now. you didn’t expect him to be so hardheaded about this, you assumed that he would shrug it off and tell you to ‘do whatever the fuck you want’. you didn’t understand why he was being so stubborn with this.
“i don’t understand why you need to know, sir.”
you swore you just saw his eye twitch.
“well, since yer still stayin’ to get another assistant—“
“a new assistant,” you interject.
he grumbles, his expression forming into a scowl. “—another assistant, why can’t you accompany me for future events?”
“that will be the new assistant’s role, sir.”
you could sense his growing frustration. it was obvious with his scowling expression, one of his legs jumping up and down over and over, and his arms crossed together tightly against his chest as he leaned back on his chair.
“i don’t want or need a new damn assistant!” he yells as he stands up and smacks his hands palms down on his wooden desk.
“well i! want! to live! my life!” you shout back, your tone was sharp, jabbing each word at him. you had one hand on your hip and the other on your chest, breaking away from the professionalism you tried to maintain so as to not turn this into a heated fight. well, too late! good god he was being more stubborn than usual and it felt irritating.
“i want to travel the world!—“
“take a damn vacation!”
“that’s not the point, oh my god!”
you pant slightly before covering your face behind your glasses with your hands. you took a moment to gather yourself, to bring back the ‘you’ that you worked so hard to create for this stupid job. you lost all of that in this moment, and it felt like the two of you reverted back to when it was all still new and fresh. the bickering and arguing and complaining—
“i want to live, sir. i want to enjoy life. i went out with my friends a couple days ago and it was fun—i hadn’t done that in years,” you chuckle dryly.
“in all these five years, i focused on my work; i focused on you.”
his eyes slightly widen, as if slowly realizing that you were right. you’ve always tended to everything that was related to him. he would sometimes notice that you would even sleep on your breaks. he didn’t bother with changing anything because you changed yourself for it, and because of that, you probably grew tired of it. tired of him.
you’ve spent five long years dedicated to him, and was too content with your presence to even realize that if you left, it would never be the same again. you knew everything about him, how he liked his coffee, how he liked to organize, how he liked to dress, how he liked to relax, his favorite food to calm him down, and even his favorite fucking shoe brand. but he barely knew anything about you. sure, he knew how to do your coffee, but that’s only because he watched you make it one time. you didn’t talk about your personal life, your feelings, when you were at work (it was work, after all).
but still, he felt like he took you for granted.
again, it was silent. neither of you broke it, your eyes were locked on each other as the both of you waited for the other to speak with bated breath. after a while, bakugou clicks his tongue and closes his eyes.
“do whatever the fuck ya want. ya don’t have to join me later tonight, go rest.”
you didn’t reply—not like he wanted to when he turned his attention back on the papers on his desk. you bowed your head before walking back to your own desk, already planning on putting up the role on a site to find good candidates to be bakugou’s assistant.
“what’s up with you, bro?” kirishima asks as he puts on arm around and on top of bakugou’s shoulder. the blond grumbles, his annoyance extremely apparent on his face, which made kirishima even more curious and concerned.
after yesterday, bakugou took a quick glance at his schedule and cancelled meetings for the day. he practically forced you to take the day off. he was due for patrol later tonight, so he, surprisingly, told kirishima to come over. he’s slowly regretting it.
“fuck off ‘f me,” he mutters with little venom in his tone, but still shrugging off the arm on his shoulder.
“is it your secretary?”
bakugou’s head whips around to face kirishima. he squints his eyes and, once again, scowls. kirishima sighs and pats his back. “c’mon, you can tell me.”
“… she wants t’ quit.”
kirishima accidentally pats his back a little too hard after hearing that. “OI!”
“sorry! sorry! i just—i didn’t expect that…,” kirishima says, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the nape of his neck.
“what did ya expect?” bakugou grumbles.
“y’know, you’re finally admitting to yourself that you like her.”
“what the fuck are ya talkin’ about!?” bakugou throws a cushion right to his face. kirishima lets out a slight yelp and pouts as he hugs the pillow
“bro, it’s obvious!”
“i don’t have any feelings for her, shitty hair,” he spat, glaring daggers at his red-haired best friend.
kirishima sighs deeply as he scratches the back of his head. “don’t you realize the only reason why she’s the only secretary you’ve had for so long is because she practically pushes through all of your bullshit? and because of that, you basically don’t have anything to complain about and have it as a reason to push her away.”
this is another one of those moments where kirishima would keep him grounded, where he’d talk some sense into him. for how proud bakugou can be, it blinds him too much sometimes and kirishima’s the only one who practically smacks him back into reality. kirishima knows that deep down, bakugou needs someone to ground him. he wasn’t as bad as he was when they were still students at UA, but he was still quite headstrong.
“you told me before again and again how personal assistants were too annoying to deal with because you already had your own way of handling things, but she was able to do it all and more.”
“the only reason i kept her around was because she knew how i worked. i don’t want to have to teach another new fuckin’ person my standards.”
“then tell her she should do it.”
“she already said she will.”
kirishima raised an eyebrow. “… then why are you so worked up over it?”
bakugou only grumbles, turning his head away from kirishima, as if feigning ignorance. kirishima had to hold back in a snort so as to not annoy the short-tempered man beside him.
“and you keep telling me you don’t like her, huh?”
bakugou doesn’t reply. kirishima sighs before standing up and walking over to the mini-fridge bakugou has in the living room. he grabs two beers and tosses the other one to bakugou. he catches it swiftly, opening it up with no hesitation. this practically proved to kirishima that he’s stressing out over losing you. he knows his friend more than enough to know that when he doesn’t complain of drinking ‘too early’, something is amiss.
“why don’t you go on and take her out to dinner?”
“are you fuckin’ insane—“
“just do it, man. go to a nice restaurant! you can do other stuff too, just tell her it’s your way of thanking her for those five years. you can’t exactly force her to stay, that’d be messed up. so just, y’know…,” kirshima shrugs. “show her how grateful you are.”
kirishima plops down beside bakugou and takes a big gulp of his beer. “no matter how much you wanna try to deny it, you like her. this is practically a wake up call for you to make a move on her before you lose her to someone else.”
“you fuckin’—“
“don’t try to deny it, man. i know that you know that i know you better than anyone else. it’s why you invited me over in the first place.”
bakugou doesn’t try to retort this time. he can’t, anyway, not when kirishima’s right.
“i’m—i’m sorry?”
“dinner. tonight.”
you blinked. you blinked again, and again. it’s been a few days after you announced that you’d be quitting. he was distant for a while too, so him telling you that he wanted to have dinner with you tonight obviously shocked you.
he just stares at you and waits. tick tock tick tock goes the clock. he clicks his tongue and turns his head away as he feels his embarrassment creeping up on him. “if you’re too busy or you just don’t wanna, that’s fine too.”
“no, it’s fine. i just, um, didn’t expect it from you… is it—is it work related?”
he fully turns away, making you look at his back. he was in full hero gear because he was going out for patrol for the afternoon. you quirk an eyebrow, confused enough with his sudden behavior, but your eyes widen when you realize his ears had a pinkish hue to them. ‘was he blushing?’ now this just made you even more confused.
“i wanted to thank ya for the five years… for puttin’ up with an asshole like me.”
the way he said it sounded different from how he usually is. it was like he was trying hard to find the right words with how he spoke slowly, deliberate. you’ve never heard, or even seen him, like this before. it was… endearing?
“ya don’t hafta find another assistant, i’d much rather work on this shit by myself.”
“i doubt you can. after all, you have been relying on me for the past five years.” it can be interpreted as you teasing him, but you also kinda did say it like it’s a fact. and, well, it is.
bakugou huffs, he was ready to retort, but stopped himself from doing so. he walked towards the door instead; he didn’t really want to ruin the mood today and for tonight, he’d rather just let you be.
“i’ll pick ya up at eight, go on ahead an’ clock out at two, there’s not much to do today anyway. that ‘nuff time for ya t’ get ready?”
you just hummed in response as you scroll through the list of candidates carefully. “it is.”
you were nervous. so nervous that you were ready two hours before the actual time of him picking you up. how could you not be nervous? he already told you that the dinner wasn’t work related. he wanted to thank you for your service, and yet it felt like something more was there. why else would he turn around as if he was embarrassed? as if he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings?
wait. his feelings? there shouldn’t be anything, right? it would be sudden anyway, you’re sure of it. that’s what you keep telling yourself as you scroll through your instagram account. one picture caught your attention: it was the one where he invited you to one of the events he attends for the first time. you smiled politely at the cameras with your hand on his bicep, it made you chuckle how awkward looking you looked back then. you didn’t think anything was odd when you first posted this, but when you inspected it once more… bakugou was looking at you.
your heart skipped a bea—
NO. no way. no fucking way. no shot.
you saw this picture before, but why did it feel different now?
you closed instagram and stood up from your couch, gently tossing your phone on it. you paced around the coffee table, arms crossed against your chest. you were probably just overthinking things, probably just overcomplicating shit for yourself. it didn’t mean anything, he probably just didn’t want to look at the cameras and they just got the perfect shot where he’s looking at you—
you grabbed your phone and plopped down on your couch with a heavy sigh. you opened instagram again, this time you were on his account. you scrolled through his pictures as you hug one of your cushions. this was insane. why were you scrolling through his instagram? it wasn’t like you were gonna find something else to feed your assumptions—
oh. one of his posts had a couple of pictures that were just you. you and no one else. all those pictures were of you laughing and smiling. this post was when there was a fun little event for agencies and their heroes and staff to have fun. the pictures weren’t all you, but there was enough that made your mind get all messed up with unrelenting thoughts.
but there was one post that nailed it in the coffin for you. it was one picture of the sunset, but on the bottom right of the photo, there was a silhouette of a woman. it was dark enough that it wasn’t obvious it was you, but you know it was.
the caption?
beautiful.
you closed out of the app.
why were you having assumptions anyway? it’s not like you like him in that way. you never really thought about it, too busy meeting with his demands. you never thought of him in any other way other than him being your boss, and why would you? he was a stubborn ass who always tried to find something to tell you off about. this shouldn’t change anything, it’s just dinner with him. it’s not like you haven’t eaten with him before. it’s just dinner.
nothing more, nothing less.
bakugou has never been this nervous his entire life. he didn’t know why he was nervous, it was just dinner with you. it’s not like this was any different from eating lunch with you at work. so why the hell did he feel so antsy? like he couldn’t shake this shit off of him.
(he knows why, but like you, he doesn’t want to admit it.)
he was parked right in front of your place. he taps on the steering wheel while he stares at your front door. he shakes his head after a few moments, grumbling incoherent words to himself. his mind suddenly goes back to all the things kirishima told him a few days ago, it was all repeating in his mind over and over again. he grits his teeth before clicking his tongue in annoyance, checking his wrist watch for the time.
7:58PM
he leans back on the headrest and closes his eyes as if to mentally prepare himself. what for? he doesn’t know (he’s scared he might look like a fool in front of you).
he gets out of his car and walks towards your front door, taking a moment before pushing the button on the intercom.
“who is it?”
“it’s me.”
not even a second later, you opened the door. and god you looked fucking gorgeous. you wore a pretty little black off-shoulder dress that went down below your knees, your hair was styled perfectly, and your make-up made you look like an angel. he liked how you still wore your glasses even when you dresses up all fancy and pretty.
“sir?”
he shakes his head slightly to snap back to reality. “bakugou. bakugou’s just fine. we aren’t at work anyway,” he states absentmindedly.
“you… you look nice. beautiful.” he murmurs before quickly turning away and walking towards his car. “c’mon.”
you follow him quietly, your fingers gently pushing up your glasses. the walk to his car felt way too long for some reason, long enough for you to shoot a glance at his ears, wanting to see if they changed to a certain hue. a corner of your lips quirked upwards when his ears were in fact, pink.
bakugou opens the passenger front car door for you, all the while avoiding eye contact. you thank him softly as you bend down to get in the car. you try to make yourself comfortable, fidgeting around the car seat as bakugou goes on to get in the driver’s seat.
“before we go on ahead, i wanted to… give you something…” this was the second time he talked slowly, hell you’d even say softly, to you. you were too busy staring at him that you didn’t notice him reaching out to open the glove compartment and taking out a dark red velvet box.
bakugou shows the box to you and opens it slowly. it was a bracelet—a ruby and diamond bracelet to be precise. it was intricately designed and it looked so delicate, so elegant. the rubies were cut like teardrops while the diamonds were cut rounder, six rubies circled around one diamond, forming a tiny flower. it repeats all around, and it danced around the warm light of the car, shimmering like the stars above. you couldn’t help but let out a gasp with one hand hovering over your mouth.
“sir—bakugou, you didn’t have to—“
“none of that shit.” he tutted as he gently grabs the bracelet out of the box. he motions for you to lift up your hand while he unclasps the bracelet. you can’t help but catch how bakugou katsuki looked small, which is probably an insane thing to say, but you couldn’t find any other word to describe how he looked right now.
he was waiting for you to lift up your hand, but his eyes still haven’t made contact with your own. you swear to yourself that he looked like he was pouting, in a sense. his shoulders slumped, his head slightly lowered, he looked as if he wanted to make himself look small. bakugou katsuki is a proud man who is sure of himself most of the time, so seeing him like this—so vulnerable and even shy, it was enough to surprise you.
you finally lift up your hand, palm facing upwards. he wordlessly snakes the bracelet around your wrist, fastening it with ease. he watches you admiring it; took note of your eyes getting bigger, even seemed like they were shining prettily.
after a moment, you finally looked at him, and thankfully this time, he doesn’t look away from you. he notices the shy smile forming on your face as you bow your head slightly. you opened your mouth and said:
“thank you…”
in the softest way imaginable.
he mumbles a ‘yer welcome’ as he turns the keys to his car, letting it start to life.
he drove for about thirty minutes, and the whole ride was slightly awkward, but bearable. bakugou put all his focus on the road, and you were just looking out without really thinking of a way to start a new conversation with him—not that he minded all that much. when you finally arrived, he told you to stay put when he saw you gathering yourself to get out the car. he quickly gets out and speed walked his way to your car door, stretching out a hand for you to take.
now you’re the one who keeps avoiding his eyes.
you take his hand and get out, clutching your purse tightly as a way to ground yourself to what’s happening. though you’re out of the car, he hasn’t let go of your hand, he actually holds it tighter as he led you to the restaurant.
it was so quiet between the two of you now. silence wasn’t all that uncommon, you would be too busy focusing on your work to talk to him, and he’d be busy with his own. when you managed to practically surprise him with how well you work as his personal assistant, everything was peaceful. the only time it went back to the way it was was when you told him of your plans of quitting.
but it was back to quiet after that. the one the two of you were more than familiar with. but this quiet? this silence? it’s different, it has tension.
bakugou talks with the host for the reservation he made for the both of you, your hand still in his grasp. after a few moments, the host tells the both of you to follow them so they can lead the way.
the host leads you to your table which was located pretty deep into the area. it was much more secluded, something bakugou would definitely pick out. the host tells you to take your seats while they go and get two menus for your table.
“where d’ya wanna sit?”
“anywhere’s fine,” you murmur, too busy with gawking at how your table looks so pretty and different from the others. the cloth had a different type of fabric that had all sorts of intricate patterns sewn on it. the table mats were rectangular in shape, with flowers sewn in on the corners. to the plates, the glasses, even the flowers that sat prettily on the center of the table seemed to you as if this was all meticulously planned.
or maybe you’re just thinking too much into it again—
“if you’re wonderin’ why our table is different… i made a request,” bakugou ushers you to walk towards the seat in front of you. he pulls the chair back, lifting it slightly so as to not make a sound, motioning for you to sit down with a tilt of his head. you walk in front of him, bending down as he pushes the chair gently towards you.
“looks like you put a lot of thought into it.” you watch him walk around the table to sit down in front of you.
“i did. wanted ya to like it,” he says as he sits down.
“so… do you?” he looks at you with eyes that tell you ‘i hope you do’. he looked like he was a little nervous to hear what you think. you smile and nod your head and watch him exhale, as if he’d forgotten how to properly breathe. how come he's become easier to read now?
“here are the menus,” the host pops up from behind you and hands the both of you menus. they guide you with the dishes within the menu and mention their specials to help you out with what you want to order. after a few more moments, they leave you in the hands of a server.
“order anythin’ ya like, alright?”
dinner was… surprisingly nice.
bakugou made it clear before, and way more clear now that this dinner wasn’t about him trying to get on your good side to get you to stay as his personal assistant. all of this was simply because he wanted to.
while eating, he asked you about your plans, and he listened carefully. you went on to tell him about the book café you’d been planning, but with no plans of rushing in to it. your first goal was to explore, live life to the max; travel to different countries and party to your heart’s content. he didn’t reply much, but he made sure that you knew he was listening with how he kept looking at you.
time passed by like it was nothing. the appetizer was good, the main meal was delicious, the desert made you feel like you were in heaven with how light it felt in your mouth. the two of you kept chatting on (mainly you) until you needed to leave.
there was one thing you noticed before leaving the restaurant.
when the two of you stood up from you chairs, bakugou walked around the table and right towards your side. he tried to subtly eye your hand, and you watched him as he stretched out his own before telling you to follow him out. you almost wished he took your hand in his.
now back in his car, he wasted no time in starting up the car and drove away from the restaurant. you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the headrest of your seat, trying to process everything that happened tonight. you couldn’t help but admit that you did enjoy it, every single thing. from the bracelet, to the arranged table, to the food, to how attentive he was to you…
“hey, you okay?”
his voice snaps you back to reality, making you immediately open your eyes. you turn to look at him and chuckle softly.
“i am, don’t worry.”
bakugou let out a long exhale, like he was relieved.
“did ya… enjoy it?”
you turned your head away to face the window, smiling to yourself as you watch buildings and city lights pass by.
“i did, a lot.”
the rest of the ride was silent, only broken through once bakugou suggested that you play some music. even with the melodies, the both of you were still quiet. but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, it was… nice. good.
arriving at your place, bakugou still didn’t miss the chance to go and open the car door for you. he walks you to your front door, hands in his pockets and his head hanging low. you glanced at him, and he looked as if he was deep in thought. his brows were slightly furrowed together, and his lips formed a small pout. how cute…
“bakugou?”
“yeah?”
he turns his head to look at you, there wasn’t anything special about it, he was only looking at you like how he was earlier, but—
you think it made your heart flutter.
“thank you, for tonight. i… i really appreciate it.”
he merely shrugs in response, but you can see how shy he is. the pink hue on the tips of his ears, his back was slightly slouched, and that pout still wasn’t wiped off of his face. he really was just wearing his heart out on his sleeve.
you walk towards him, inching closer bit by bit. your hands were behind your back, clutching your purse. you murmur for him to lean down slightly, and he does so with no hesitation. you whisper for him to take care, and before he knew it, you kissed his cheek and ran away, unlocking your door quickly and closing it with a SLAM!
what the fuck just happened?
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Yandere!Ranpo x Reader
The clock ticked monotonously in the dim-lit room of the Armed Detective Agency. Edogawa Ranpo sat in his chair, legs crossed, a lollipop hanging lazily from his lips. Outside, the city buzzed with life, but inside, the air was heavy with tension.
You had joined the agency only a few months ago. An average detective at best, you lacked Ranpo’s sharp intuition and quick deductions, but you made up for it with relentless effort and an earnest attitude. Ranpo, however, always seemed to have his eyes on you. At first, you thought it was harmless curiosity. He was, after all, known for his eccentricities. But lately, his gaze lingered a little too long, and his presence loomed a little too close.
It wasn’t until the murder case of a prominent politician landed on your desk that you began to realize just how deep his obsession ran.
The body lay sprawled on the marble floor of a grand estate, a knife protruding from the chest. The politician’s wife sobbed in the corner, surrounded by police officers. You and Ranpo arrived as the agency’s representatives.
While you scrambled to examine the scene, Ranpo remained unbothered, plopping himself down on a nearby chaise lounge.
“Ranpo, aren’t you going to help?” you asked, frustration tinging your voice.
He twirled his lollipop. “Already solved it.”
Your jaw dropped. “You haven’t even looked at the body!”
“I don’t need to,” he said with a grin. “The killer’s obvious. It’s the wife.”
The room fell silent as everyone turned to him. The wife’s sobbing grew louder, her protests more frantic.
“You can’t just accuse someone like that!” you snapped.
Ranpo shrugged, tapping his temple. “Deduction, my dear. Her tears are too perfect. The blood on her sleeve doesn’t match the angle of the wound. It’s staged. She killed him, then called for help to play the grieving widow.”
Despite his confidence, you doubted him. Yet, after a deeper investigation, the evidence confirmed his claims. The wife confessed.
“See?” Ranpo whispered to you as you left the scene. “I’m always right.”
There was something unsettling about the way he said it, as though he reveled in the fact that he was untouchable.
Weeks passed, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Little things started to go missing: your pen, a photo from your desk, even your favorite scarf. You brushed it off as carelessness, but the growing pile of misplaced items gnawed at your nerves.
One evening, you stayed late at the agency, pouring over case files. When you finally stood to leave, you noticed an envelope on your desk.
Curious, you opened it. Inside was a single piece of paper with the words:
“I know you better than you know yourself.”
Your heart raced. Was this a prank? A threat? You glanced around, but the office was empty.
The next day, Ranpo approached you with a smile. “You look tired” he said. “Stayed up late?”
“How did you-” you stopped mid-sentence.
He chuckled. “I know everything about you, silly. Like how you pace when you’re anxious, or how you prefer your coffee black, even though you pretend to like cream and sugar. It’s adorable, really.”
His words sent a chill down your spine. How could he know so much?
It wasn’t until you stumbled upon an abandoned room in the agency’s basement that the pieces began to fall into place. Dust-covered furniture filled the space, but what caught your attention was a bulletin board on the wall.
Your blood ran cold.
Photos of you, some taken at work, others in your own home, were pinned haphazardly. Notes in Ranpo’s distinct handwriting detailed your habits, your favorite places, even your daily routine.
“Looking for something?”
You spun around to see Ranpo standing in the doorway, his usual playful smile replaced with something darker.
“Ranpo… what is this?” you demanded, voice trembling.
He stepped closer, hands in his pockets. “You weren’t supposed to find this yet. But now that you have, I guess there’s no point in hiding it.”
“You’ve been stalking me,” you accused.
“Such an ugly word,” he said, frowning. “I prefer observing. Watching over you, making sure you’re safe.”
“This is insane!” you shouted.
Ranpo tilted his head, his glasses glinting ominously. “Is it? You need me, Y/N. Don’t you see? Without me, you’d still be chasing shadows. I solve your cases, I protect you, I... love you.”
You stepped back, heart pounding. “This isn’t love, Ranpo. This is obsession.”
He sighed, as if disappointed. “Call it what you want, but you’ll realize soon enough. No one else understands you like I do.”
That night, you packed your things and left the city. You couldn’t stay, not with Ranpo’s eyes constantly on you. But no matter how far you ran, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still watching.
And then, one day, a familiar envelope arrived at your new apartment.
Inside was a single piece of paper.
“You can’t hide from me, Y/N. I’ll always find you.”
In the distance, a figure with glasses and a lollipop stood beneath a streetlamp, smiling.
True words of wisdom right there
I NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE BAKUGOU CALLS HIS GF/WIFE MA/MAMA PLSSSS !!!
thanks for coming to my ted talk 😋
"offend me and i’ll drain the last traces of color from those cheeks of yours." (body guard!bakugo x mafia boss!reader)
» moodboard for week three of light it up like dynamight! — magic, madness, heaven, sin; the secret life of falling in love with the girl you swore to protect.
If Bakugou had a girlfriend it’d be the same equivalent to Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship .
You and him go back and forth all the time but you still have an unconditional love for each other.
That’s how it was in middle school, you knew who he was and he knew who you were but you guys never hung out. That was until you both ended up at UA.
Besides Izuku, you were the only two that knew eachother. So it was natural you guys became ‘the power duo’ of class 1-A, but what came from it was a WHOLE lot of bickering and yelling.. and some of it was over stupid things.
“Here iida, for helping me on my test!” You gave the broad formal classmate the last of your chips as you passed him at lunch.
“Thanks Y/N-“ he tried to give his thanks but before he could a figure crept behind you and yanked the bag right out of his hands. “Now what do you think you’re doing giving four eyes MY chips.” Bakugou said gripping the bag of spicy turtle chips making a crumpling sound.
“Bakugou-kun you’re breaking the chips, plus you were the one who denied to help me in the first place.” You said giving him a glare as you try and get the bag of chips back, but failing as he held them above his head. “No, these are the chips you get from the Korean store, I’m not giving these up.” He said walking away casually still holding the bag above his head.
“Uh- sorry iida.” You bow your head down as an act of apology and he waves it off. “No need to thank me, I’m just glad you passed.” He said, “rumor has it you and Bakugou have been friends for awhile.” He said trying to start conversation but also wanting to know what history you and Bakugou had.
“Uh, I guess. We kinda just know each other.” You shrug like it was nothing; but it wasn’t nothing.
You and Bakugou had a complicated relationship, to a point where you didn’t know if you guys were going out or just friends. Friends. The word tugged at your heart as your smile faded. “Well.. I’ll see you in class then Y/N- San.” He waved his stiff hand and caught up with the rest of the ‘Deku-squad.’
as you made your way back to your dorm you felt your phone vibrate in the coat pocket of your uniform to see a text from Bakugou.
Katsuki !!:
Meet me in front of the dorms.
You were confused by the random text but figured it was only him returning the charger he burrowed from you. I know shocking.
You:
okay !
You changed out of your uniform and walked outside to see a bundle of fluffy blonde hair and a set of angry eyes watching the door like a hawk waiting for you.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked sincerely. “I wanted to give this back.” He out stretched his arm that held the same bag of chips from earlier. “Uh, it’s okay..” you said softly as you pushed the bag into his chest. “I know how much you like them, I’ll just give Iida something else for my thanks!” He tensed at the name. “Tch.”
Both of you stood there for a while, looking at anything but eachother before you spoke up.
“Katsuki. What are we?” He stood there wide-eyed, trying to gather his thoughts. “Uh-“ he tried to talk but stopped. “I mean, we hang out all the time and when we’re not we’re either texting or calling which is unlike you. You never talked to me in middle school unless you needed to but once we both came to UA you shifted completely and now I’m the only person you seem to hang out with and I’m not forcing you too..I just..” you sighed, picking at your nails as you tried to come up with the right words but he spoke up.
“Y/n.. I- fuck. I’m no good at words. I started hanging out with you Because I knew you from middle school, but I never really knew who you were until I started hanging out with you.” He grabbed the back of his neck with his unoccupied hand. “I never knew.. how cool you were.” His cheeks lit up with a light pink. “I never knew..” he looked at you in the eyes, but this time his eyes were soft. They said something words couldn’t and it made your breath hitch.
“I- just forget it-“ he tried to walk away but was stopped by your gentle grip on his forearm. “Dont.. don’t walk away.” Your heart now beating heavy with anticipation. “Just confess you idiot.” You let out a soft chuckle.
He grabbed the hand that grabbed his forearm and held it in his own and put it to his heart. “Y/n.. I like you.” He gave a serious look, but the seriousness was wiped from his face as the blush on his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.
You laughed at him. Which turned the pink blush into an embarrassed red. “I like you too Katsuki.” You continued to giggle. “You suck woman.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “ and you swallow” you teased grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of the dorms.
After that, going back and forth was pretty much eachother’s way of flirting. Oh and that bag of chips, you ended up just giving them to Iida in the end telling Katsuki it could be a date you guys have to go visit the local Korean store.
(Sorry for the long fic, I just had to jot down the idea before I forgot about it completely. Honestly got the idea from when Kagome was giving koga her chips and Inuyasha freaked out. 😭😭)
I need this man so bad
nerdjo in spiderverse 🕷️
.𖥔 COGNITIVE DISSONANCE ⭑.ᐟ⸻ Nerdjo
⸻୨ৎ"𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭"୨ৎ⸻
pairing⸻𖥔 boyfriend Nerdjo x reader
cw ────୨ৎ──── university/college au, Nerd Gojo Satoru, MDNI, NSFW, established relationship, fem reader, mentions of food, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, minor spit stuff, bunch of making out, lowkey exhibitionism, p in v sex, backshots, dirty talk, begging, overstimulation, freaky Gojo, obsessed Gojo, Gojo with specs, bunch of yapping about the theory and other biological phenomena, nothing too complicated I believe, i am open to discuss them in the comments lol.
a/n: art credits @/nekozuu_ on instagram. this was one of my fav theories back in high school.
Gojo Satoru lives by his beliefs, which are firm and rigid—in the sense, they are unshakable until proven wrong.
And one of those beliefs happens to be his positive regard for knowledge and education. Satoru finds his own comfort and joy in knowing he may be smarter than an average pedestrian crossing the road with him. If odds and variables are in his favor, then he's just about the smartest person you'll cross a road with. And he likes that. He likes the feeling of superiority and fulfillment in those achievements. Especially when they are recognized by others.
So it is only natural that as your boyfriend, your great and supportive boyfriend, he supports all your hobbies, and indulges in your favorite activities; despite their overall redundant effective outcome in his perspective. He still accompanies you to those silly movies you watch just for fun and forget about them the next day because they are of no substance, he'll go to a party with you where it's so crowded it defeats the purpose of socializing.
He will buy you books that do not really add to anything but give you entertainment, and he will watch every trashy reality show you want to watch with him on a Friday night. He’ll even go and buy you the most unhealthy, and unethical brand of cookies if it means you are happy. Even when it is probably that he knows better shops that make better stuff, but if you do not want it, then he will respect that. Because ultimately it is not that it interferes with his convictions, these are compromises he is willing to make for love.
So when all he asks of you is to focus on your grades a little bit more than what you are currently, how can you say no to him?
And of course he is there to help you through all of it! Helping you with notes, going to the library with you and even sweet talking the librarian into helping you return those books you were long overdue to return, just because she loves him. He makes you coffee, and lunch boxes, and even asks your professor for some additional pointers on your behalf.
Then why is it that when you actually get so engrossed into studying he is there in a corner, ignored, and dejected, plotting to burn down the university? The same place where he tops every single academic chart, and competitions. Either beloved by the professors or hated by them for his very capable brain.
Gojo Satoru has strict beliefs, and behavior that corresponds according to those schemas. Then why is it that he is not able to come to a certain conclusion? Does he want your affection at the cost of your grades? Of course not! That would not be something Satoru would even dream about!
After all this is the same guy who helps Suguru with his assignments the day before their submission, one too many times. He helps Shoko with her pre-med preparations, and even helps out his juniors by providing them his notes and pointers for free.
So why is it that he is performing these contradictory behaviors that cannot justify his beliefs?
He is snuggling you up in the bed when you are surrounded by loose notes and papers, even lying on top of them and crushing them in the process. Throwing a fit when you scold him, and pushing them off on the ground out of spite; like a big overgrown, bratty, spoiled house cat. So he gets kicked out of the bed after being heavily scolded by you.
He is sliding his feet up your legs and between your thighs, at the library, not stopping even when someone comes and takes a seat beside you. Taking pleasure in watching your face twist and turn, even though it is hidden a bit behind your laptop screen, he still gets a peek. He wouldn't stop, he cannot stop, it's as if his mind goes into this ‘must always touch the love of my life’ mode, even when it's disputing his usual functions. So he gets kicked in the knees by you, and also gets abandoned there.
He cannot help but pull you into random empty classrooms to make out with you, even when you are late for your classes.
“It-*kiss*-will be-*kiss*- alright”
“No, N-*kiss*-you have to-” Shoving at his shoulders is useless. Just resisting his kisses is simply near impossible.
Good luck trying to get out of his clutches. Telling him to stop is not happening when he has those pretty pink lips trying to silence you with kisses. Trying to push him off is also ineffective. Once, you are in his arms, on his lap, in the back of an empty lecture hall, Satoru is taking full exploitative advantage of the situation.
He will be only letting you go when he hears someone enter the class. He will pick you up with him in one go, and walk out of the entrance at the back as fast as he can. He has been banned from kissing privileges for a whole day, during exam season for doing this.
And honestly he'd risk it again. Only because he knows how to plead his way back onto your lips, and in between your legs.
"Pleaseeeeee sweets i am so sorry, look how sorry i am." Curse Gojo Satoru and his big blue puppy eyes, and your unfathomable amount of love for him.
And if begging does not work, which hardly ever happens—he would just start with kissing around your neck, and snuggling into your side, while you try to not give him any attention; and then quickly it would turn into dirty talking into your ears, in his own eccentric way, until you give in.
“You know sweets, condoms are not biodegradable.” You are not sure what made a shiver run down your spine. Was it what he said or the bite on your earlobe, or his wandering hands creeping up your stomach under your top?
“W-what?”
“Just saying that, we should do it raw, right now, for the environment. You know?”
Maybe it is just the fact that you look so hot when your eyebrows are all scrunched up when you focus. Something is very sexy about you trying, actually trying, for his sake. And it just simply turns him on. How hard you try to ignore his advances, and how it shows so clearly that you get so easily affected by his little touches and silly words. It looks exactly the same when you cum for him, just the difference is that your eyes remain open in this case.
He is not one to have types, if you asked him whether this reckless behavior is because he's into nerdy girls more—then he'd simply say an adamant no. Because he doesn't care. The only reason he is being like this is because it's you. Everytime you whine and push him away, when he tries to distract you, despite it, you just melt so pliable and soft in his arms, that even your actions seem despite your words. Just like him. The thought burns his skin, makes his heart palpitate, leaves him panting, and his vision gets all blurry—that maybe you love him as disruptively, as he loves you.
Dichotomy? Contradictions? He can live with those. But dissonance? That he cannot do. His entire existence is about the perfect synchronisation of his cognition and behavior, achievement of homeostasis, so he can be the most functional version of himself.
He cannot have that when his mind is shouting at him to stop himself from distracting his girlfriend, while his hands are doing nothing to stop themselves from sneaking into your skirt.
So his love for knowledge and education can crash and burn when it tries to rival his need to be practically attached to his girlfriend, and always have all of her affections and undivided attention, like the selfish bastard he is.
Especially when he has your ass up in the air, giving you some of the meanest backshots of your life, while you are trying to solve an equation.
How is that fair?
"B-baby, can you-can you focus?" And no, he does not mean to imply that you should focus on your studying, he means focus on him.
"I am trying to focus here, Toru. Just another page and I'm done with this set, one second."
He continues to thrust harder and harder. Your almost entire body moves forward with each one, and just the fat of your ass jiggling from the impact, while his hands definitely leave an imprint around your waist—how are you even using that calculator right now?
“You sure, that-oh god-this is what you'd rather do?” He says before shutting his eyes and pushing on your body a bit, making your top half lie flat down on the bed, while your ass remains in the air, high and perfectly in his grasp.
“Yes Toru.” With a sigh you added more, “But please, continue.”
So he does. How can he disobey you? I mean if you look at it from a different angle, you can look at this like Gojo Satoru keeping his girlfriend motivated! Sure.
How exactly? Well if you think about it, he is sort of helping you out with exhausting you, and making you get some sleep, and his kisses alone are very motivational, very inspiring. Or so he would like to think, definitely not distracting or attention seeking.
At least that is what he'd like to tell himself, like when after being ignored by you for one and a half hours, he finally decides he's had enough. And he abandons his own work, and crawls off your bed, to your desk, where you are sitting, trying to focus—keeping a healthy distance between you two, since the exams are practically the day after tomorrow.
And from the corner of your eyes you can see Satoru crawling towards you. Maybe he thinks if he crawled like a cat, he would go unnoticed, which is a very dumb assumption for such a smart guy. But he gets to your chair, and slightly turns it so you are no longer facing your desk, but him instead.
“You're hurting me sweets.” He laid his face on your thighs, and looked up at you with pleading eyes. Sitting on the floor, he looked so dejected and kicked, while moving your feet on his lap, and caressing a hand up and down on them.
“Do not start with me, Satoru.” Despite sighing at his big blue desperate eyes, hiding behind his metal frame spectacles. That now sat crooked on his face, as he further pressed his cheeks in your thighs, you still slipped one of your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp like a big clingy cat purring in your lap.
“‘M just askin’ for ‘m sweets to pay attention to me.” Both of his hands wrapped themselves around your shin, and he further shoved his face in your lap, mumbling and grumbling like a kid.
And when you don't reply to him, because you get busy with your worksheet again, he has no choice but to let the impulses run him.
Is it so bad to distract your girlfriend the day before her exam?
If you asked him this before he met you, he'd say yes. But now—the answer would be very different. A kind of, very cheeky ‘Nooooooo’. Since he is currently working to take off your shorts, and to get a taste of you, anything but a ‘no’ would be the incorrect answer. And why did you not try to pry him off as he lifted you up from your seat, with his sheer strength alone and dragged your shorts off?
Let's say you're too used to his antics to be bothered by it. There have been days where he has gone to sleep with his mouth on your tits, and even taken naps with his face down, and pressed into your clothed pussy. You kind of got a scare that day that maybe he suffocated himself, when he would not get off of you.
But you never shy away from indulging his delirious or conscious insanity. You'd always pamper him after all the nighters he pulls to cover his syllabus in a day, months before exams; or if he stays up all night to finish a level of Zelda. It could be that he is just too happy to get full marks on his test, or that he's upset over his grades being not good enough—you’d kiss him, and let him do whatever he wants, to make himself feel better. You'd never stop him from trying to get his fill.
So when he puts both of your thighs up on his shoulder, and pulls your panties to the side to give your cunt a long lick; sure you whimper and your grip on your pen gets tighter—but you don't stop him.
“S-Sato-” The stutter of words got stuck in your throat, when his face plunged into your pussy with more vigor.
“AH. OH-FUCK-MY GO-GOODNESS. SATORU!”
His left hand remains tightly wrapped around your right thigh, while his left hand crept its way up to your hole, circling around it, and teasing to go in by a centimetre or so, to then only pull back and trace around your entrance.
“Hmm?” He hummed around your clit, as his tongue worked around it in a steady and perfected rhythm.
Well, Satoru has a system when it comes to eating you out. One thing he knows he'll never get conflicted over, is that he can die with his mouth on your pussy and he will die happy. He might even come back as an apparition instead of going to heaven, because his heaven is between your legs.
The way he eats your cunt is strategic, and yet very sloppy. And when it comes to your clit, sucking on it can do the job, as he has observed—but what truly gets you worked up is when he is tracing the pi symbol on your clit. That makes you shower his face with your juices.
And honestly this was entirely an accidental finding. It just so happened that one day he needed a break from this equation that was making his head hurt, so as usual, he found refuge with his face between your legs. Unintentionally he started thinking about the equation again while eating you out, and when his tongue off mindedly started to trace the pi symbol on your clit, it made you squirt, which you had never done before.
Just to solidify his hypothesis and to draw an inference, for the next seven days, he spent most of his waking free hours between your legs. And everytime he pulled out the pi, you came more than ever.
This little side quest experiment cleared his head so well, he solved that equation within minutes after he came to his conclusions.
“P-please Toru- trying. Fuck. Try-trying to get .Fuck fuck fuck. this page is done.” You did not know these little details. You don't need to, because as long as he can make you cum like no one else has, all you need to remember is, his tongue.
“Be a good girl and finish it then, sweets.” The two fingers that he delved inside your hole, to push against those spots in your wall, that made you scream uncontrollably and want to grip his hair—he took them out, and used that hand to slap your clit with sharp and accurate movements of his wrist. Neither his taunting words, nor his little moans, could rival yours. But it sure did go straight to your pussy, quite literally.
“To-Toruuuu” You twitched with every little slap that came down on your clit. And your worksheet looked like a toddler started solving it by the end. The vibrations of the sounds he started to make in his own pleasure only made it worse for you.
“Yes, sweets?” He finally pulled off from your cunt, with his lips and nose glistening with your juices, and his glasses fogged up and smudged, so he had to look up at you from the gap above his glasses.
And he truly could not look more fucked out. If someone saw you two, it'd be hard to tell who's brain has gone more mushy.
“If-hah-I cum, w-will you stop?” The proposition was tempting and risky.
“Hmmm? You're asking as if you can hold back.” And without another word, he dove right back in, with more determination, more fingers, accompanied by his tongue inside of you, and more of his spit just rolling down the mound of your cunt—he ate you out like a starved man, until you came.
And if you thought you could bargain with Gojo Satoru; you are, oh so, wrong.
Satoru didn't let you go until you came again on his face on the bed next, and then again while sitting in his face. And by the sixth orgasm, you've had enough, so you passed out on him.
Next day as punishment for himself, he refrained from doing anything to you, and helped you study while studying for his own exams. And when the urges started to override his beliefs, yet again. He ran back to his dorm room. And locked himself in there until the exams were done. He went as far as to not even touch himself to the thought of you, and kept contact with you minimum. Texts, only five per day; calls, only two per day; and video calls, once if he is about to pull out his dick and jerk it to pictures of your face on his phone. And he wished that maybe this distance will get rid of the discord in his head.
By the time the exams ended, Satoru felt more than confident, not only in the fact that your grades are about to get better, and that he is going to top yet again; but also that his problem was under control.
Gojo Satoru has fixed his dissonance. His cognition and his behavior are in perfect synchronisation.
“Toruuuu!” You yelled as you ran towards him from across the hallway, to pick him up after his exam.
No, Satoru’s behaviors did not suddenly start to align with his beliefs. In fact, he figured it's better to align his beliefs with his behavior.
“Missed you sweets, so much.”
Gojo Satoru is not that fond of PDA, but like right now, he would never refrain from kissing you with tongue and all in the middle of the hallway. It doesn't matter that his glasses get pushed up to his forehead and he looks silly when you back away, because he will always chase your lips, as you giggle at him and try to fix his glasses.
“Missed you too baby” Your giggles went straight to his head. Making him see hearts floating in front of his eyes, all around you.
So, Satoru cannot keep his hands off you, big deal. Fuck his beliefs. He can, and he should, be able to touch you whenever and however he can. He is lucky enough to have you, to have you love him so dearly to indulge all his silly thoughts and his obsessive love sick behaviors.
It was only about time that his brain also understood that it cannot fight the phenomenon that is, your existence in his life. So why try to pull back his muscles from naturally reaching out to you, and why not just have his hands all over you? Because answer to homeostasis is not to battle with the anomalies disrupting his equilibrium; with all his physiological and psychological might; but to achieve self-regulation and changes from within, to allow proper functioning and survival.
Because Gojo Satoru’s brain may be able to fight anything and everything. Perhaps even find answers to the unknown—but it's always at your mercy, just as his entire being.
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a/n: Art credits @/nekozuu_ on instagram, other pictures are from Pinterest; i could not find the exact sources.
full quote is by Leon Festinger (cognitive dissonance was mainly theorized by him) “A man with a conviction is a hard man to change. Tell him you disagree and he turns away. Show him facts or figures and he questions your sources. Appeal to logic and he fails to see your point."
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sukuna being the test subject of your lip products | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n suggestive (under the cut), estb. rl ؛ ଓ
you don’t ask anymore. you just do.
the moment a new PR package shows up—wrapped in glittery tissue, smelling like candy and capitalism—you’re already rolling up your sleeves and calling, “baby, come here. test dummy time.” sukuna groans from wherever he’s sulking in the apartment (usually the couch, half-asleep with one hand in a bag of chips and the other on his game controller). he pretends not to hear you, but he does. he always does.
“what now?” he drags his feet over. shirtless, pouting, voice gravelly with freshly summoned attitude. “if this is another ‘juicy lip plumper no. 3’ i’m gonna riot.”
you ignore him, your hand snaking around his wrist and pulls him down to your vanity stool like you pay him for this. in a way, you do — you kiss him after, and he’d commit federal crimes for that.
“this one’s called eternal cherry kiss,” you say as you uncap the applicator with a dramatic flourish. “supposed to last through eating and drinking. you’ll be the judge.”
“what the fuck is ‘eternal cherry’ supposed to taste like?”
“eternally cherry, obviously.” you lean in. “now pucker up.”
he rolls his eyes, exhales through his nose like this is such an inconvenience, but he leans in anyway. you swipe the gloss across his mouth in a single fluid motion — crimson and glossy, instantly turning his lips into a billboard ad for ‘kissing season.’
he smacks his lips. frowns.
“feels sticky.”
you pull out your phone and hit record. “and now, we let the wear test begin.”
by 2 p.m., he’s still wearing it. there’s a faint cherry sheen while he raids in world of warcraft, barking orders through his mic with his mouth shimmering like a debutante. his guild doesn’t say anything. they know better.
by 5 p.m., you’ve taken him out for errands, the cashier at the pharmacy doing a double take. sukuna glares at the display of cough drops like it wronged him personally, but he doesn’t wipe it off. not even once.
you hand him a mic for the “after” segment. he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, shirtless again, lips still kissed-stained and glowy.
“so, mr. sukuna,” you say with your best influencer voice. “tell us your final review.”
he glares at the camera as he crosses his arms. the gloss is half-faded, but still there, like a badge of honor.
“it’s obnoxious. it survived a shower. survived battle. survived me eating an entire plate of biryani. and her biting my bottom lip at lunch like a demon in heat.”
you make a peace sign from behind the phone.
“…ten outta ten,” he adds reluctantly. “would wear again. for science. or whatever.”
and in the comments, someone goes, “i want what they have.”
sukuna replies from your account—because of course he has the password—with: “die mad about it.”
but since testing lip products just on the lips is for cowards, you’ve upgraded.
this is science. clinical, methodical, incredibly serious influencer business. and sukuna? well, he’s your canvas. your unwilling, irritable, secretly-over-the-moon canvas. he walks into the room already shirtless—because at this point, he knows—arms crossed over his bare chest, all grumble and menace. “so what’s the experiment today, doc? you gonna write your damn @ on my forehead in pink gloss?”
“don’t tempt me,” you say sweetly, uncapping the new gloss. it’s called kissbomb ultra lacquer, and it smells like peaches. “this one claims to last twelve hours, transfer-proof, fade-resistant, and kink-safe.”
he blinks. “kink-safe?”
“don’t worry about it.” you grab his wrist and guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. “shirt off.”
“already is,” he mutters.
“pants too.”
he raises a brow. “...you testing or tryna get laid?”
“yes.”
you climb into his lap with the confidence of a scientist mid-breakthrough, gloss wand in one hand, determination in the other. you apply it slowly, precisely, like you’re prepping for war.
and then the kisses start.
soft little muahs on the corner of his jaw. one on the bridge of his nose. two on his neck, left and right, where his pulse ticks faster. one on each shoulder, then trailing down the hard curve of his bicep. his arms are crossed still, fists clenched, jaw tight—but his ears? red. his breathing? not as chill as he wants to seem.
you murmur, “don’t flex. you’ll smudge the print.”
“’m not flexing,” he says through gritted teeth. “this is just how i exist.”
you keep going. lips marking his collarbones, his ribs, his stomach. lower. every kiss leaving a little stain in a perfect pink imprint like someone went stamp! stamp! stamp! on your big scary man and turned him into a valentine’s day clearance bin.
“you know,” you say thoughtfully, inspecting your work, “you kinda look like the lesbian flag right now.”
he glares at you. “say that again and i’ll throw you out the window.”
you grin, not even fazed. “oh no. my hot queer ally boyfriend’s covered in lip prints. whatever will i do.”
the whole day, he walks around the apartment looking like a sexy battlefield. every mirror he passes, he pauses—just for a second—checking if they’re still there. (they are. of course they are. you chose a good gloss.)
he’s got one kiss mark on the dip of his spine. two on the inside of his thighs. one perfectly placed behind his ear that makes him twitch every time he catches the scent of peach.
“stop looking at me like that,” he growls at you from across the room, sprawled out on the couch later, sipping water and trying to act normal. “you look like a cat who just knocked over a vase.”
you climb on top of him again. inspect a few faded spots. reapply.
“just touching up my art,” you murmur. “quality control.”
he leans his head back and sighs, but his hands are already settling on your hips. there’s a glint in his eyes that says he’s so pretending to hate this. he’s so full of shit.
and when you post a blurry photo of your masterpiece—captioned “new gloss. 12 hour wear. boyfriend approved 💋”—you wake up the next morning to 4,700 comments and one furious growl from sukuna.
“who the fuck is asking if they can be next?”
you hum, flipping over in bed to kiss him right on the chest. “don’t worry, baby. the gloss may be long-lasting, but you’re the exclusive trial subject.” he grumbles, eyes half-lidded, smug despite himself.
“…damn right i am.”
kiss divider by @uzmacchiato
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: co-parenting is hard, especially when it's with someone that's spent nearly two years lying to you. you and sukuna are doing the best you can do for your baby girl, but sometimes things just boil up and spill over. especially when there's unresolved feelings involved.
genre: hidden child trope, toxic relationships, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
master list
part one | part two | part three
notes: taglist is closed!!!
True to his word, Sukuna has started coming over to see the baby– every single fucking day. People would think you’d at least feel a little happy over it, since you're getting extra help and all, but this man is going to drive you nuts.
And he doesn’t even do anything that bad, it’s just the subtle pettiness from him that’s starting to build up over time. You’re stressed enough from work as is, it doesn’t help when Sukuna comes over in the afternoon with a bag of donuts and makes it a point to tell you there’s not enough for you, when:
There’s absolutely more than enough donuts to share with you.
You never asked or wanted any in the first place.
Sayomi’s not even supposed to have sweets before she turns one.
But oh well, at least now you know she’s not allergic to donuts. The visits aren’t ever too long, they’re usually a couple hours at most, with the shortest one being 5 minutes when Sukuna had come by to say good morning before going to training.
Today’s a huge change from the usual visits, he’s watching Yomi for an entire 8 hours. After finding out you had a nanny come by during the weekdays, he was able to convince you to let him take over on Tuesdays. Bless his heart, he has no idea how fast that little girl’s mood changes when she gets tired.
Lunchtime is usually her nap time and unfortunately, you end up running a little late to go downstairs and see her due to a last minute meeting. By the time 1:00 pm rolls around, you can hear your daughter wailing downstairs, accompanied by the sounds of Sukuna doing his best to calm her down.
Nothing works, she wants you right now and he doesn’t know that since you haven’t really warned him about her record breaking meltdowns just yet. A part of you is genuinely scared for when she becomes an angsty teenager, you’ll probably put yourself in therapy to deal with it.
He panics slightly when you step into the living room, hoping you didn’t think he did anything to make her cry as hard as she is right now.
“She just freaked out on me, I tried giving her a bottle too but she won’t take it— nothing works.” He immediately begins to defend himself. You just barely hear him through her cries.
“Yeah, she turns into a little demon when she’s tired and wants the boob.” You calmly say while plucking her out of his arms and taking a seat on the couch. He’s amazed at how silent the room became once you started feeding her, he didn’t think it would end at some point and almost wanted to sob with her.
Now she’s back to being a little angel— must be something she got from you.
“You uh— you don’t have to do that you know.” He mumbles, making some awkward hand gesture at the baby blanket that you’re covering yourself with.
You scoff and shoot him a disgusted look.
“What? She’s my kid too.” He says in defense. “Not like I haven’t sucked on your ti—“
“Don’t finish that fucking sentence.” You cut him off.
“Okay.” He immediately gives up. He’s been enjoying pushing your buttons but knows when to stop, now's the perfect time. “So uhh… my brother’s been wanting to meet her. He wants to meet you too.”
“Oh god is he gonna try to grill me too?”
“Nah. He’s really nice, just wants to meet his niece and her mother.” He assures you. “I figured it’d be a good way to start getting her involved in my life, introducing her to everyone and all. Yorozu’s been asking to meet her too.”
“You want my daughter to meet your plaything?” The sly remark slips through your tongue before you even realize how bitter you sound.
“Girlfriend, actually.” His words stung, especially when he began to laugh in your face. It’s not long until he deadpans and crouches down to meet you at eye level. “Let’s get one thing straight— don’t fuckin’ sit here and act like I played you and broke your heart. I never even tried to get with anyone else when we were fucking each other, so you don’t get to make your little passive aggressive comments when it was you that didn’t want me.”
“Get out of my fuckin’ face Sukuna.”
“Get your head out of fuckin’ your ass.” He quickly retorts, but does find it in himself to respect your personal space and take a step back.
This usually happens whenever you’re in a room with him for longer than 20 minutes— the arguments, taking jabs at each other. You two cussed each other out just a few days ago after putting the baby down for her nap. But it usually ends with a quick apology, always from him, never from you. Everything goes back to normal just as fast as it goes downhill.
The tension in the room ends up getting cut by Yomi’s light snores, bringing you both back to reality. You both honestly forgot she was here for a moment because of how quiet she was and the fact that she was hidden under a blanket.
“She’s knocked out.” He holds back a laugh at how easy it was to get her to stop crying. “Alright, give her back.”
“Don’t you want to take a break and eat or something?” Your voice finally softens. He’s a little surprised that you’re taking his well-being into consideration right now, especially after you told him you hoped he broke both of his legs just last week.
“I’m good— I was eating some of her snacks with her earlier.”
“That’s disgusting.” You grimace, ruining what could’ve finally been a sweet moment between you two.
“You’re just a picky eater.”
“Am not.”
“Most people would eat whatever’s offered to them after getting their brains fucked out for hours on end, yet you still used to find the time to pick out restaurants and which entrees you wanted.” He doesn’t fail to bring your old sex life back up. You don’t know why he does it, especially when he claims to have a girlfriend. You just chalk it up to him being an asshole, it somewhat makes you feel better over hiding from him all this time.
“That was two years ago.” You try to defend yourself.
“Yeah? Wanna head up to your room and prove it?” He flashes the world's most smackable smile at you, paired with an evil little twinkle in his eyes. “Yomi’s gonna be knocked out for a good hour, I doubt she’ll hear us.”
That’s your queue to get the fuck away from him and go back to work.
“Take your daughter.” You scoff and hand the milk drunk child over. She fusses just a little bit when you set her into his arms, but she must’ve recognized who her father was and immediately settled down after he started to softly shush her.
He's always so surprisingly gentle with her, even his eyes soften when he looks at her. Couldn’t say the same for when he looks at you, his pupils may as well turn into slits.
“I’m going back to work, don’t bother me until I come back down.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” He says, sounding very pleased with himself as he sat back down and put on something to watch while he waited for her to wake up.
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Sukuna was able to set something up with his brother the following Sunday and you opted to walk the 20 minutes to his house rather than driving there. It’s more fun for Sayomi, she’s able to look around more and get some fresh air.
You reach the gate that leads to the street he lives on, enter the code he texted you, and wait for him to respond through the speaker.
“Took you long enough.” He immediately complains through the intercom.
“Did you think I’d actually run here?” You bite back, annoyed he couldn’t even say hi or hello. It’s gonna be a long day and you’re already regretting not making some excuse as to why you couldn’t come.
“Wait– you walked here?”
“Obviously.”
“Why?” He continues to question you, baffled over a reason you don’t really care to know.
“Because I felt like it, Sukuna. Now can you please open the gate.”
Without another word, the large gate begins to open and you immediately understand why the prices of the homes are astronomically higher than the rest in this neighbourhood. They were all beautiful, yet unique in their own right– with their very own gates. It’s kind of ridiculous, you don’t understand why someone would need that much security, especially someone like Sukuna. He’d probably end up robbing a burglar if he caught one snooping around his home.
You soon see him jogging up to you, meeting you both half way to his house.
“You could’ve driven here.” He says, taking over stroller duty since there's an incline on the walk up to his home. You know you’ve made some progress in your co-parenting relationship with him when you don’t even bat an eye at the way he blatantly checks you out before pushing the stroller.
“Relax Dad, it was only 20 minutes and she likes waving at her neighbors and their dogs.” You sarcastically say, he lets out a low laugh at the thought of her waving to everyone walking by.
“Thought I told you to call me Daddy?”
“Not doing that.” You immediately say before changing the subject. “Is your brother here yet?”
“Yeah, him and Yuji got here like 30 minutes ago.”
You hum in response, you weren’t too nervous on the way here, but the feeling starts to creep up on you the moment you get through his personal gate and finally see what his house looks like. It wasn’t bad when it was just him being around Yomi, but the thought of introducing her to more people was daunting. It made everything feel so much more real.
“Don’t look so nervous.” He pulls you out of your thoughts, Sukuna’s surprisingly intuitive sometimes. “I wasn’t kidding when I said my brother’s a nice person. The first thing he asked when I told him about you two was what did I do to piss you off. I haven’t talked shit about you in front of him either… yet.”
“Well thanks.” You mutter back to him. You two finally reach his front door and you pull Sayomi out of the stroller and hold her at your hips, sheepishly following behind her father.
“Daddy look!! A baby!” A little boy immediately yells out. “Her hair is pink like mine!”
“Yeah Yuj,” Sukuna smiles and chuckles at his nephew's sudden excitement. He was a sweet kid at the end of the day and already knew he didn’t have to worry about him being too rough with her. “This is your cousin, Sayomi.”
“Is she your baby?”
“Yes she’s my baby.” He nods at how quickly he put the two together without being walked through it.
Jin was quick to walk around them and introduce himself to you, just as excited as his son was. Sukuna was right, he was really sweet, it made you wonder if they were raised separately, because there’s no way in hell these two grew up together.
Sayomi however, was very confused and found herself looking back and forth between her dad and her uncle. She didn’t like it and cried for a good 20 minutes— refusing to even be held by her own father because she probably didn’t know what to believe at that point, poor girl.
Take the tattoos and beefiness away from Sukuna and he is Jin. You started lightly teasing your daughter to make her feel better and it somewhat worked. Sukuna was definitely offended though since it was at his expense.
You said all sorts of stuff to her, like how Jin was just Sukuna after a good shower. You and Jin got a good laugh out of that.
“M’kay I think that’s enough, yeah?” He grumbles, wiping a tear streak off his daughter's cheek because she’s a little crybaby. He scoops her up into his arms and begins to playfully scold her. “I’ve seen you everyday for almost 3 weeks now, you should know who I am.”
You and Jin talked for a little bit while Sukuna watched the two kids play. Nobody was worried about Yuji getting bored with her, he talked enough for the two of them and eventually started answering his own questions for her right after asking them.
Jin kept the conversation light and didn’t bother asking anything too personal, which you greatly appreciated. You’re sure someone will overstep one of these days and you’re glad today’s not one of them. He just kept it about the baby, asking all kinds of questions about her, from milestones to allergies.
“Do you have anything planned for her birthday?” He got around to asking, since it was two months away.
“Yeah, her actual birthday falls on a Thursday, so the party’s going to be on the following Saturday.” You say, reaching for the drink you ended up making for yourself. Sukuna tried to say something about you rummaging through his mini bar without permission, but ultimately let it go in hopes that you’d finally be nice to him. “Please feel free to come by the way. A lot of the neighborhood kids will be there too, I’m sure Yuji will make a ton of new friends.”
“Of course we’ll be there.” He smiles. Today’s going better than he had expected. He doesn’t have much of an opinion on what you did and why you chose to do it. His brother has a… strong personality. Whether he’s the good guy in this situation or not, no one’s actually surprised that something like this happened.
Well, except for Yorozu. She’s more than surprised, she’s pissed. But that’s a conversation for another day.
“I can invite some of my teammates right?” Sukuna finally cuts in and asks, after waiting for you to finish your drink.
“No.” You’re quick to tell him, and he looks like you just shot him in the heart. “We already talked about this, there’s not enough room for them either. You can invite them for her second birthday or something.”
“Whatever.” He waves you off and puts his attention back on the two kids. It was worth a shot, even if he did fail miserably at that.
Jin and Yuji finally leave around 8 when you finish eating dinner together. Even Sayomi surprisingly stayed up to eat with you all. You’re slowly introducing new foods to her, so Sukuna had the idea to overcook some spaghetti for her and she was obsessed. It also put her in a little food coma and made her fall asleep right after, which kinda sucked for you since it made the car ride back to your house extra quiet.
Silence with Sukuna was uncomfortable. There’s nothing to talk about when you’re not fighting over something stupid.
Not one word was uttered during the car ride. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t use your daughter as a shield from that discomfort, but it’s inevitable. You need to get used to it, this’ll be your life for the next 18 years.
He finally pulls up to your driveway. Despite it only being a less than a ten minute drive, it felt like it went on for forever.
“Thanks for giving us a ride back.” You avoid his gaze while you say it.
“Yeah.” He mutters, hoping you’d look at him, but you don’t. “Thanks for coming over and meeting some of my family.”
“Mhm.” You take off the seatbelt and hop out of his escalade, he unfortunately follows suit. The kid’s asleep but he’d damned if he still didn’t say bye.
“Need help getting her out?”
“Not really, but you can still do it and put her in her crib if you want.” You suggest. It gives him that little extra time he’s looking to have with her. If he didn’t want it, he wouldn’t have asked if you needed help in the first place.
He’s been good with her so far, so you didn’t feel the need to hover over him while he went upstairs. You didn’t even follow him and went to the kitchen instead to make yourself a cup of tea.
“Hey.” He finally comes back down after 10 minutes to let you know he was headed out, but then decides to try to have a civil conversation with you.
“Hey,” you turn around and see him leaning against the entryway. “Are you leaving?”
“In a minute– I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay... over what?”
“The little fight we had over me wanting to introduce Yomi to my girlfriend.”
You let out a little laugh— it wasn’t a little fight, nor was it only once. “Which one? The one where you called me bitter and accused me of being jealous, or the one where you just straight up told me you were going to do whatever the hell you wanted?”
He had a feeling you’d say something like that. It was true, he said all those things in the heat of the moment, but he genuinely didn’t mean them. “Both. I know I said I was sorry right after, but I wanted to apologize again. I’ll back off from trying to introduce her to new people unless you say it's okay.”
You stare at him for a moment and wonder what’s gotten into him, but it all starts to make sense after realizing he probably saw you texting the guy you’ve been talking to earlier. Funny how when the tables turn, he starts to play nice. At one point during one of those fights, he got so mad that you genuinely thought he’d take you to court over custody.
“Alright.” You end up saying, there was no point in trying to argue with him any further. You got what you wanted, and that’s for him to respect your boundaries as a mother. Maybe you should’ve just told him about Suguru to begin with instead of letting him find out for himself. You set your cup down and cross your arms. “Thanks for the apology, I appreciate it.”
“Mhm.” He grows a little awkward. He’s not used to people thanking him for apologizing because he doesn’t apologize too often. He’s pretty sure this month is the most he’s apologized in his life too. All of the other times he has, you'd just ignore him or tell him to shut up, this is the first time you’ve actually accepted one. “You’d tell me if you were seeing anybody, right?”
You knew that was coming, but still have to take a moment to think about it. “If I wanted them to meet Sayomi, then yeah. If not, I don’t think it would be anyone’s business but my own.”
His eyes slightly darken and zero in on you after you say that. If anything, it’d be him who would be the jealous one, he’s already starting to show it from his physical reaction after the vague answer. “So if you were seeing someone right now, you wouldn’t tell me?”
“No.” You simply say right before taking a sip of your tea. “I’d only tell you if I started bringing him around her.”
“So you are seeing someone?” He asks, trying his best to decipher your words as if you were talking in fucking code. “You just said you’d tell me when you start to bring him around.”
“Hypothetically speaking.”
He ends up laughing rather darkly at that, he looks like he’s going to explode. While you’d rather not fight with him again, it’s kind of nice seeing him lose a part of his sanity over this, only because of how open he is about his relationship. You’re starting to think he brought her up in the first place to make you jealous after ghosting him.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you end up cutting him off.
“Anyways, it’s getting pretty late and I still have work in the morning.”
You’re feeling confident that if you stop the conversation here, there won't be any awkward tension when he comes back tomorrow. It doesn’t seem to work though, you can see the wheels turning in his head.
“Right. M’kay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He murmurs back, it sounds more like a threat than anything else, but you’ll deal with it tomorrow when you're a little more well rested.
He stays pretty civil, up until you begin to close the front door and you hear him grumble to himself while opening his car door. But once again, it’s not your problem for tonight.
—
As if Sukuna’s mood couldn’t get any worse, he comes home to a phone that has 23 missed calls and 18 text messages. Thank god he left his phone at home, you would’ve definitely found a way to use that against him. He takes a deep breath before calling Yorozu back, hoping to god she just fucking believes that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, even though not responding to her all day looks bad.
“Hey babe.” He says after she picks up, not even bothering to greet him. “It’s been a long ass day, I just got home.”
“I thought you said your brother and baby mama were visiting you.” She immediately tries to call him out, trying to catch him in a lie.
“They did. She just walked here with the kid, they all ended up staying longer than I thought they would so I ended up just driving them back.”
Yorozu’s not very trusting of him when it comes to you, especially when she already knew about you before he found out he had a child with you. She’s not even sure if Sukuna remembers it himself— getting absolutely plastered around 8 months ago, then going off on her because he was so drunk that he thought she was you.
He said a lot that night, from saying you broke his heart to begging you to take him back. It’s probably best he doesn’t know about that night either, that was a really low point for him.
He was just starting to get over you too, hence why he finally asked her if she wanted to make things official.
And now you’re back, ruining everything again.
"I bet you she only walked there just so you'd give her a ride back."
notes: lol so much drama hope u guys enjoyed
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hiiiii I’m obsessed with your writing it’s so good and I have an idea. So can you write a fan fic bakugo X reader where bakugo is your bully and actually your online boyfriend but you both don’t know it. I know it’s kinda weird but like pleaseee 🙏🏼😅
Part 2???
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Title: “I Hate You, Love.”
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Online Romance / Fluff overload
Summary: Bakugo is the guy who always gets under your skin at school—loud, mean, and frustratingly hot. But online? You’re in love with someone else entirely. Your anonymous boyfriend “BoomBoy” is sweet, protective, and just a little grumpy in the cutest way.
You just don’t know they’re the same person.
(And neither does he.)
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You: Can’t wait to see you again tonight, BoomBoy. You’re the best part of my day.
BoomBoy: Shut up, dumbass. You’re the best part of mine.
You giggle, flopping back on your bed with your phone still in hand. He always says something mean right after something sweet. It’s adorable. You don’t even know his real name—just that he’s some guy from your school with a voice you swear sounds kind of familiar. He never turns on his cam.
But the way he talks to you—like you’re special, like he knows you—feels too good to let go.
Too real. Too safe.
Which is why it sucks that in real life, Bakugo Katsuki won’t stop making your life miserable.
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“Move, dumbass.”
His voice is gravel and thunderstorms, and you roll your eyes, stepping aside in the hallway.
“Do you ever not insult me?” you mutter.
Bakugo smirks, the sharp kind of grin that makes your stomach flutter for all the wrong reasons.
“I’ll stop insulting you when you stop being so easy to mess with.”
Jerk.
You hate how pretty he looks in the sunlight, like the universe gave him too many good genes just to make you suffer.
And you really hate that you kinda, maybe, sort of think about him too much.
But it’s okay.
You have your BoomBoy.
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Later that night, you’re curled up under a blanket, heart skipping every time your phone pings.
BoomBoy: Had a crappy day. Missed you.
You: I’m here now. Wanna talk about it?
BoomBoy: Just some idiot at school getting on my nerves. Wish I could see you instead.
You: What would you do if we met in real life?
BoomBoy: Kiss you so hard you forget every bad day you’ve ever had.
You let out a tiny gasp, hugging your pillow.
“BoomBoy…” you type, cheeks hot.
You: You’ve never said something like that before.
BoomBoy: Yeah, well. You bring out the soft in me. Don’t tell anyone.
You: Your secret’s safe with me.
If only you knew.
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The next day at school, you pass Bakugo in the hallway.
He mutters something under his breath, and for once, you decide to snap back.
“At least I’m not hiding behind some stupid, angry persona all the time,” you hiss.
His eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
You shrug, walking off with your heart racing.
It’s weird.
Something about Bakugo feels so familiar lately.
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That night, BoomBoy is quiet.
But then your phone buzzes.
BoomBoy: What if I told you I think I know who you are IRL?
Your heart drops.
You: Wait. Are you serious?
BoomBoy: Yeah. And I’m scared you’re gonna hate me.
You: I could never hate you.
BoomBoy: What if I’m your worst nightmare at school?
You freeze.
No.
No way.
There’s only one person who fits that description.
You: Katsuki?
It takes a long moment.
BoomBoy: Yeah.
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Your phone almost slips out of your hands.
Bakugo Katsuki is BoomBoy.
Bakugo. The boy who always teased you.
Bakugo. The same boy who sent you sweet messages at midnight and told you he’d kiss you until the world disappeared.
Before you can respond, your phone lights up again.
BoomBoy: I didn’t know it was you either. I swear.
BoomBoy: I thought… I thought you hated me.
BoomBoy: But you’re the only one I can talk to. You make everything better.
BoomBoy: I’m sorry I was a jerk in real life. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know how to—feel.
BoomBoy: Can I come see you? Like really see you?
You swallow hard, hands shaking.
And then you smile.
You: Come to the park. I’ll be waiting.
SUGURU GETO FIC RECS // mdni!
overstimulation - @/lovelivision
perv geto - @/nanaslutt
perv geto pt2 - @/nanaslutt
perv geto catching you using the shower head - @/nanaslutt
perv geto takes you out on a date - @/nanaslutt
perv geto takes care of you while you’re sick - @/nanaslutt
rough sex with perv geto - @/nanaslutt
perv geto and panties - @/nanaslutt
using ur vibe on perv geto - @/nanaslutt
stuck in the dryer with perv geto - @/nanaslutt
ruin the friendship?! - @/lovelivision
up in the air - @/madamechrissy
the party and the after party - @/screampied
golden boy - @/tonycries
open wide! - @/classyrbf
someone better - @/muli-wam
professor geto - @/gojonanami
yoga instructor - @/sugoroo
phone call - @/kamitv
there’s someone in the woods! - @/classyrbf
period sex - @/nanaslutt
hypnotized - @/muli-wam
tryna fuck me im like okay! - @/screampied
#intro2munch101 - @/satorena
falling into familiar - @/lovesculprit
I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3
can u tell i like perv geto?
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