ᱬ⛧ Lipstick ~ S. Gojo

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 just some needy husband thoughts with a certain white haired, blue eyed sorcerer.

a/n: this has been rotting away in my drafts for a few days now - may as well bite the bullet and post. breaking my blog dry spell with a new fandom alert. cross-posted on ao3. lower case intended. might make a one shot version of this.

fic version found on this post

18+ content - sexual content, ageless blogs & minors dni! as always likes, comments and re blogs are deeply appreciated. enjoy!

word count: 780

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needy husband! satoru who lets out a sigh of mixed emotions the second he’s slammed the front door shut, head leaning back as he rubbed his temple for a moment to relieve the tension he could feel.

needy husband! satoru who take a moment to enjoy the welcoming humming of home life after being away for days or weeks, he doesn’t even know at this point anymore, everything felt like it blended when he reached a certain point.

needy husband! satoru who rushes forward the moment he sees your head peaking out from the living room door, pinning you to the wall in seconds as he attacks your lips with fevered kisses, each one sloppier than the last (you still can’t figure out how he’s so fast).

needy husband! satoru who drops to his knees and begins placing sweet kisses on your thighs after ripping away your shorts and underwear, ignoring the whines that you’d just bought them - let’s face it, he’d buy you more anyway.

needy husband! satoru who wastes no time pushing your thighs apart, tongue flicking against your clit as his slender fingers slipped into your already wet pussy, scissoring as you moaned out, hands slipping into his hair to pull.

needy husband! satoru who gets easily bored a few moments later, wanting to be as close as physically possible to you as he quickly rids himself of all the material barriers, pressing his weeping mushroom tip through the slight ring of resistance before bottoming out inside you.

needy husband! satoru who begins rutting his hips upwards into you, dragging the most sinful noises from your throat as the sound of your wet cunt is drowned out, two of his most favourite sounds in the world.

needy husband! satoru who doesn’t hold back as he snaps his hips into you harshly, fat cock splitting your cunt open more as you moan out in want, eyes screwing shut as you try to regain yourself.

needy husband! satoru who loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, sucking him deeper into your core with each wild thrust.

needy husband! satoru who groans out at the feeling of your nails pressing into him, leaving red marks and small crescent moons that would no doubt be there for a few days, fingers gripping your hips in a bruising way.

needy husband! satoru who quickly pulls off his blindfold exposing his eyes to you, drinking in your cock drunk expression as you let a chant of his name roll off your tongue. his blues always drove you crazy and he loved the fact he was the only guy who could ever drag these noises from you.

needy husband! satoru who pistons into you harder and faster, chasing the high that he’s kept himself from having for weeks because of the mission, like a man possessed with the thought of stuffing you full of his cum.

needy husband! satoru who finally reaches his climax thanks to the strong milking of your walls due to your own ecstasy, loud moans being lost in sloppy rough kisses, hips stutter to a stop as he paints your insides white with his seed.

needy husband! satoru who only needs a moment before he changes scenery, opting for the place he knows you’d be most comfortable - your shared bed, keeping himself sheathed inside you the entire time

needy husband! satoru who cuddles closer to you, peppering kisses all over your face as he whispers sweet nothings, murmurs of how much he’s missed you and how he’s not leaving you for so long, purely because he can’t stand being away from you.

needy husband! satoru who ultimately turns into pussy drunk! satoru as he rolls his hips into yours, large hands grasping your fleshy breasts and fingers tugging at your nipples, cock hardening again at the noises you make once more, and nothing to do with the fact you’ve just rolled your hips into his and told him to stuff you full to the point where you’re weeping in pleasure, not able to take anymore as he seeps out of your swollen pussy.

needy husband! satoru who’s just hopelessly in love with you that he hates being away for longer than needed. who hates the missions he undertakes because he knows he might not come back to you.

but ultimately;

needy husband! satoru who loves spending every waking minute he can with you because life’s too short - he knows that better than anyone. who will do whatever it takes to be by your side, spoiling you or making love to you, as long as he has you, he didn’t care what you were both doing.

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cw: smut, blowjob

you and katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and he’s gone down on you plenty of times, but you had never returned the favor.

he was sitting on the couch, manspreading per usual, so you thought you would take your chance. you walk over to him, and kneel down right in front of him.

“..what’re you doin’?” he asks, staring down at you, raising an eyebrow.

“ive just.. been thinking, you always do so much for me katsuki, and i wanna return the favor,” you grab a hair tie from your wrist, pulling your hair into a bun.

he watches you, then realizes what you mean. “you sure? don’t wanna make you feel like you have to”

you smile at his consideration, before nodding. “i want to kats,” you run your hands up his thighs before tapping him, allowing his hips to lift so you can wriggle his shorts and boxers down.

his cock springs free from his boxers, and oh god, you forgot just how big he was. you hand wraps around him, and you begin moving your hand along his shaft, getting a feel.

katsuki hissed when you parted your lips and touched your tongue to his tip, before opening your mouth wider as you take him inch by inch.

“fuck, just like that baby,” he grunts, watching you bob up and down on his length.

you try taking him deeper, allowing his cock to sink deeper into your throat. you could hear katsuki stifle a moan.

“atta girl. wanted t’a make me feel good?” he brings a hand up to grip your hair, as you pick up the pace.

you hum in response, the vibrations making katsuki whimper. you continue sucking his cock, allowing it to slide further into your mouth.

“fuck yeah, you’re taking me so well baby,” he looks down at you, practically slobbering on him. he can see a mix of his pre cum and your spit drooling from your mouth. spilling all on your chest.

“so fuckin’ messy”

you pull away to catch your breath before pressing your lips to katsuki’s tip, giving it a kiss then flicking your tongue back and forth against him.

katsuki doesn’t even try to hold back a moan when you did this. his hips buckled slightly, nudging his tip to your mouth. he moves his hand to your jaw, his thumb parting your lips open for him.

you comply, opening your mouth to wrap yourself on him again. “uh huh, there you go.” he’s groaning, loud, and you can see him tensing with every movement, his breath growing heavier.

he squirms underneath you. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. wan’ cum in that pretty mouth of yours? can i?”

he’s practically trembling at this point, trying so hard to keep his eyes open to watch you.

katsuki’s stomach clenches as you suddenly shove your head all the way down, taking him deeper into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your neck.

“holy—baby wait, slow down, shit shit,” his words broke off into a low groan, his hips stuttering suddenly. “m cummin’, fuck..”

he spasms before you feel his cum shooting into your mouth, and boy there was a lot of it. more than you were expecting. once he finished, you moved off his cock, your lips making a pop sound, before making eye contact with him to make sure he could see you swallow.

“fuck, baby.. are you okay?” he’s hazy, coming down from his orgasm, his cock twitching at the sight of his cum coated on your tongue.

you nod, “was that good?”

“was fuckin’ fantastic.” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. he then helps you up and lays you on the couch.

he smirks, “how about i return the favor, yeah?”

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of rockstar! sukuna turning into rockstar boyfriend! sukuna.

had this thought while listening to v.a.n earlier when working.

general swearing but this part is sfw.

f! reader. as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

part 1 word count: 1,222 | series word count: 4,975

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rockstar! sukuna who stood pouting like a child with his arms folded, not caring to listen to what his bandmate had to say about the tickets currently being waved in his hand.

rockstar! sukuna who’s currently standing backstage at a concert for a new and upcoming band, one that shouldn’t have that many fans but judging by the crowd that was still gathering, he was wrong.

rockstar! sukuna who’s still tuning out his bandmate when they chatter on about how they got the passes thanks to connections and this new band was going to make it big, all thanks to the main star - their lead singer.

rockstar! sukuna who’s now paying attention to what’s said once he hears that the lead singer is a girl. things have just gotten interesting, it was rare to have a female in such a male-dominated space, he had to see this for himself.

rockstar! sukuna who’s not impressed when he first sees you walking past his group. you looked so shy and meek while quickly offering a “hello” and a wave. clearly the idiot was mistaken when he was yapping earlier.

rockstar! sukuna who’s eating his words soon after when he hears the sounds that come out once you open your mouth after getting the crowd going. the singing, the screaming, the growling? you were far from meek.

rockstar! sukuna who watches you carefully, the way you jump around the stage, the bright smile on your face as you enjoy the buzz around you as you continue to perform for your fans - a buzz he understands all too well.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself tapping his foot to some of the songs your band plays, it’s totally because he’s a musician and not because he’s starting to enjoy himself.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself clapping along with his bandmates once your set ends and the lights come back on, watching the bodies on the stage filter backstage again. the look of pure joy on your face is cute. wait did he actually think that?

rockstar! sukuna who offers a grunt when you finally take the time to talk to the group, offering a thanks for coming and watching. who doesn’t miss the way you tilt your head and smirk at him before turning your attention to his bassist. he’d strangle the fucker if he tried anything.

rockstar! sukuna who follows behind the big group back to the dressing room for a drink because, let’s face it, it’s the least you could do to thank them for coming along even when they didn’t have to.

rockstar! sukuna who finds himself alone on a couch before you plopped yourself down, offering another drink before leaning back, talking away to yourself about something he couldn’t quite hear.

rockstar! sukuna who leaves an hour or so later with the rest of his band, not before he had your personal contact details and socials in his phone - after all, he might fancy a collab one day with you.

rockstar! sukuna who turns into fanboy! sukuna for a while when he gets home, hopelessly stalking your insta to get a glimpse into your life. who found himself smirking at the picture of you and your new puppy you’d posted a day before he met you, double tapping to lock in that like. of course, it would be from his own private and personal insta and only a few special people would have that account.

rockstar! sukuna who, one night, in his semi-drunk state, might have sent you a message detailing what he would do to you if he had you alone and you were his. not caring that he was being too out there, cause fuck that shit, life is for living right?

rockstar! sukuna who nearly drops his phone at the message you sent back to him, who knew you kinda enjoyed stranger danger? he was way in over his head but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

rockstar! sukuna who attended quite a few more of your shows after that message, thanks to bagging backstage passes from you much to his delight, not that he cared to admit that. he did have a tough guy image to uphold after all.

rockstar! sukuna who spent more time talking to you via dms before moving to texts - after all, he was adamant that arranging a collab would be easier that way, not that he wanted a more personal way to talk to you.

rockstar! sukuna who starts adding lyrics that have to do with love and crushes into his future songs, much to the amusement of his bandmates and fans, some loved the subtle changes while others hated it.

rockstar! sukuna who ends up inviting you into the studio to talk ideas and start his band's next single with your help and vocals. he was sure it would be a hit, plus he wanted to spend more time with you outside of the bands. not that he would ever care to admit that to you.

rockstar! sukuna who suddenly feels like a teenager all over again when you get closer to him, lingering touches and looks making his heart thump in his chest - he was a performer yet this is what caused him to grow clammy?

rockstar! sukuna who ends up relaxing on the sofa in the room, you sat in his lap as you hummed out a tune, jotting it down. enjoying your weight on top of him, even if it wasn’t how he’d usually like it.

rockstar! sukuna who grows bored after a while and pulls his phone out, only for you to grab it and take a selfie with him, placing a kiss on his cheek as you capture the pure bewilderment on his face. just a little something to remind him of you when all of this ended.

rockstar! sukuna who starts to find new ways of hanging out with you, when not working on a track together - may have guilt-tripped you into letting him meet your puppy because who couldn’t resist his bad boy charm?

rockstar! sukuna who ended up becoming rockstar boyfriend! sukuna before too long, proudly showing you off to the world the night after you agreed to be his, when the new song debuted and you appeared on stage, taking your place beside him with a cheerful wave to the roaring crowd.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who pulls you into him in front of the sold-out arena, planting a wanting deep kiss onto your lips before pulling away, smirking at the dazed look before announcing that you were both together, and everyone better get used to it before the combined roar of the crowd and his band kicked up, the two of you performing the song you’d created together.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who now uses every opportunity to show you off to the world as the girlfriend of the man who didn’t want to be seen with anyone else - may or may not have went on quite a few photo dumps on his personal insta with photos of you both and what you were up to in between performing and recording.

let’s not talk about the other folder he has on his phone of pictures of you and the two of you together just yet yeah?

permanent tags;

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of tattoo artist! satoru who ended up tattooing his childhood crush one day. because after seeing a video on tiktok a few weeks ago, this wouldn’t go away.

g/n! reader and sfw

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

word count: 1,262

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tattoo artist! satoru who is the most sought after artists of his generation, who’s booked for months in advance because everyone wants at least one piece from him, but who always has spaces for his regulars who supported him since he started out.

tattoo artist! satoru who specialises in neo traditional, new school and minimalist tattoos but will exceed at any type of tattoo his client wants. he didn’t become the best tattoo artist of his age for no reason.

tattoo artist! satoru who has his very own studio alongside some other artists who he trusts and a couple of body piercers because why not? he’s a very social person when he wants to be. Also, did anybody say discounts/free body modifications?

tattoo artist! satoru who loves nothing more than chatting away and popping in on his co-workers when he has nothing to do in between clients or scheduling appointments in his dairy.

tattoo artist! satoru who has a whole other phone purely for his work otherwise he’d hate being on his own personal phone for so long - that way he can take breaks as and when needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who ended up with a cancellation one day and posts to his insta story asking if anyone wants to take the space for a discount - ends up with what felt like a million inboxes asking if they could take it, finally choosing someone with the help of his best friend suguru.

tattoo artist! satoru who starts to get the design ready while he waits for the person to come along, having had what they wanted sent across within minutes of receiving the message they’d been chosen, the sound of choso’s voice alerting him to his client being in the reception area ten minutes later.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks out and tilts his head when he sees said person with their back to him, offering a quick hello before the person turns to face him, only to suck in a breath when he sees that the person is you, someone who he hasn’t seen in quite a long time - you kept yourself hidden in your profile, not caring to show your face.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s suddenly nervous for the first time in a while, trying his best to keep his composure while he leads you back to his private room, away from the gaze of curious eyes who want to know who you are.

tattoo artist! satoru who closes the door behind you both once you enter, watching you as you take off your coat and walk over to where he is, watching as he adds the final details to the piece you wanted.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s takes in a shaky breath before he turns around to face you, signature smile pulling at his lips as he places the stencil on the area you want, checking everything is okay before waiting for the ink to dry as he sets everything else up, asking you to get onto the tattoo bed.

tattoo artist! satoru who begins to get to work on permanently branding the design on your skin, who can feel your gaze follow his hands as best you can as he continues to work, checking in on your now and then to see how you were feeling, noticing the subtle ways the area you were getting tattoo moving to the needle.

tattoo artist! satoru who gives a hum when he’s added the final few bits to your design, giving it a clean and taking some photos/videos before placing a second skin over it to make sure it’s protected. going through his aftercare with you, not taking his eyes off you as you listen closely, nodding along and asking questions where needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks you out of the studio all the while shooting daggers at sukuna, who came out of his room after finishing a piercing for his own client asking you for your phone number because he may or may not want to spite the man stood beside you.

tattoo artist! satoru who uploads your piece to his insta, watching the number of likes and comments at the top corner increase before he turned his attention to his personal phone and starts to doom scroll for a while, needing to give his brain a break for a bit.

tattoo artist! satoru who see’s a repost, a mention, a like and a comment from the account you messaged him on - tapping to scroll through your feed, getting lost for a while before noticing a new unread message in his inbox, much to his delight and surprise it’s you.

tattoo artist! satoru who reads your message, goofy smile on his face as you thank him for the session, wanting to book in for your next one with him as soon as you’re healed and he has free space - nearly missing the last few words of your message before doing a double take.

tattoo artist! satoru who finds himself feeling like a child again at the words you wrote - “you really haven’t changed at all, toru, it was nice to see you again”. he can’t help but feel all giddy inside when you call him that nickname you used for him before feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always happy to make time for you when you want a new piece of art - especially a custom piece you’ve begged him for for weeks now, proud to show off how he’s marking your skin in a way other tattoo artists wish they could - you’re not allowed to go anywhere else for a tattoo, that’s the rule now. the same also applies to piercings - he makes sure to keep his eyes trained carefully on his pink-haired piercer just in case he tries anything.

tattoo artist! satoru comes to realise he hadn’t gotten over the childhood crush, he just never thought he’d see you again after you moved away - much to his delight, you moved back to tokyo a year before you first messaged him. who’s delighted that you’re spending more time around the shop when you’ve got free time, helping him with new ideas for flashes and giveaways, because getting to spend a moment with you feels so damn right.

tattoo artist! satoru who, one day, tattoos a special design on you, only to get a matching one as well - he had to be the one to do them both as he didn’t want the moment to be ruined, everything had to be perfect. so what if it didn’t match the rest of his tattoos or yours?

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always been secret with his personal life, especially to the public, until he makes an insta post about his biggest muse and how he’s never letting them go ever - you. who finally posts your face for the world to see, happy smiles appearing on both your faces in the photo as he looks at you with pure love, you on the other hand offering a wink to whoever looks at the picture.

tattoo artist! satoru who may mark your skin with pieces of art but is also extremely good at leaving other marks littering over pieces of bare and inked flesh. he’s such an insatiable lover, he can’t get enough and he’ll be damned if he lets you go again for as long as you both live.

did anybody ever mention to you how hot he is covered in tattoos and piercings?

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first of all, new coloured theme, tapping into the comic book wanda feel.

but more importantly, oh wow! in the span of 3 short months I’ve gained 300+ more followers and have just hit 400! that’s so crazy! i know it might seem like a small number but to me, it’s a lot!

thank you so much to everyone who already followed me and all my new followers, i appreciate you all so much. even my beautiful moots 🫶🏻

i’m going to introduce myself quickly;

the name’s lexa or lexi, and if you haven’t guessed by the way i spell i’m from the land of tea and crumpets.

i’d love to know what made you follow me if you’re a new follower (no pressure to answer!)

i’ve got some stuff planned to post this week so catch you all in the next post 🖤

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

ᱬ⛧ not meant to be ~ k. bakugou

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 an old work from a few years ago; taking a quick break from a w.i.p.

g/n! reader and sfw. could you class this as angst? you decide!

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy! ᱬ ࣪𖤐

word count: 994

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although he would never admit it in a million years, he had it bad when it came to you. he knew it from the moment he couldn't stop thinking about you whenever he was alone. everything about you just made his heart and body feel completely different to what he was used to and for that, he hated you for as long as he could manage.

what started as your stereotypical love/hate relationship when you were both children started to develop slowly over time until he could feel his heart beating painfully each time he heard your name or saw you about his daily life.

the great bakugou had caught feelings for you and he had a hard time accepting that. harder than most people would think. he loathed that he had begun to feel this way about you, well at least in the beginning he did because you were nothing more than another distraction to him along with that nerd and annoying extra, midoriya.

as he grew, he started to learn what this somewhat foreign feeling was, especially after asking masaru which seemed to make the eavesdropping mitsuki grin wildly.

the older he got, the worse his feelings got. they seemed to get worse when the two of you were alone, be that walking home or just in school. of course, he had a bad boy image to upkeep and that included bullying the green-haired friend you both shared.

the only exception to his bullying was you, he'd never make you a target of it, always finding ways to do it out of your view.

he was hopeful that being in school would help distract him from his feelings, and he threw himself into his studies as well as his tough-guy act. grinding to be the best around, all while ignoring that ache in his chest whenever you were around.

the feeling wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried.

then came the ua days. when he saw you in that uniform, he couldn't still the painful way his heart began beating again. he thought he had escaped you for a while but he knew he was kidding himself, especially with your quirk. you’d make the perfect pro hero.

bakugou still came across as the same aggressive boy he always had been, the complete opposite of how others viewed you. was he surprised? not at all, that's just who you were. was he annoyed at the way he felt about you still? absolutely. he tried fighting as hard as he could but it was impossible. nothing seemed to dim the fire lit deep within.

slowly, very much unlike him, he worked up the courage to finally ask you out. to be the one he'd give every inch of his being and soul to.

then came the day he finally convinced himself to do it. he was going to ask you to be his.

clammy hands stuffed in pockets as he began searching for you. you had to be around the school somewhere as you were in none of your usual spots.

the ripple of murmurs reached his ears as he walked along. his heart pounded relentlessly at what he heard. it had to be a joke. something the two of you idiots had conjured up to mess with him.

"have you heard that (y/n) is dating deku?".

"are you serious?".

"they're such a cute couple".

as cliché as it sounds, he felt his world fall apart at the seams. he had to be hearing things, just some dumb extras making up shit to make sure he was in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

there was no way in hell you were dating that nerd. he knew you had standards and deku was not up to those.

turning quickly on his heel, he made his way to the homeroom he shared with you and the rest of 1-a. opening the door, the rumours he heard hit him full force in both his face and his heart. there you were, standing beside midoriya, his arm wrapped snugly around you as you looked at him, that lovestruck grin on your face as you laughed at something mina had said to the pair of you.

small explosions started to crackle in his hands before slamming the door. storming away like a little child who couldn't get their favourite treat when out and about.

your shouts behind him fell on deaf ears as he continued to walk from the situation. he wouldn't let either of you see him defeated.

he began to keep a safe distance. he hated seeing the two of you together, knowing he was not the one who was holding you like that. the one peppering soft kisses on your face and comforting you whenever you were hurt.

he spent many nights after seeing the pair of you looking back over the few photos you had taken together.

a sad smile now resting on his face when he looks at you, your infectious smile there as usual. his heart hurting for an entirely different reason, knowing it was slowly breaking the more he thought about it.

he had lost his chance to be the one that made you smile for the stupidest reasons, the one you poured your heart out to with all your hopes and dreams but most importantly, the one you would bear your very soul to.

part of him wished you and that nerd would call it off knowing he would be the one to swoop on and pick you up, making sure you were treated like the royalty you deserved.

the other part of him knew that he would only fuck things up big time if you two were to ever date now.

he had to spend the rest of his life, which felt like an eternity, watching you smile and be happy in the arms of another man.

a man that should have been him.

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