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"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" • alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing

W/C: 3,488 (oml)

A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 🥺 It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here

You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.

You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.

All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.

Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.

"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.

The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.

Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.

That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.

Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.

"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.

The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.

You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.

It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.

After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.

Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.

"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.

You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.

"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.

But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"

And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.

Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.

You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.

His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.

You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.

Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.

Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.

You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.

"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.

The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.

His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.

You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.

He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.

Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.

You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.

Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.

"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"

And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.

"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.

"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.

You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.

You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.

"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.

And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"

You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.

Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.

"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.

He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.

You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.

The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.

His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.

You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.

A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.

And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.

You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.

Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.

After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.

"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.

Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.

"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"

He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.

"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.

He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.

You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.

"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.

He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.

You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.

"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.

And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.

You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.

But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.

As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."

And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.

His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.

Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.

But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.

He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.

"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.

"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.

Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.

He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.

You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.

He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.

His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.

You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.

But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.

"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.

You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.

He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.

And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.

He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.

And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.

"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.

And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.

Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.

"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.

And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.

His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.

You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.

Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.

Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.

The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.

He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."

You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.

The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

.... Nose bleed...☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁🌟☁😌😌😌☁☁✨☁😌😌☁☁😌☁☁😌😌☁✨☁☁☁☁😌😌☁☁☁☁☁☁😌😌☁GoodNight✨☁😌😌☁☁😌☁☁☁☁😌😌😌☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁

Don’t cry princess - Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Image not mine ^^

Includes: porn with a bit of plot, jealousy, sex, heavy making out, confusion, rough sex, man handling, cream pie, profanities, use of nicknames (princess, daddy, whore and slut).

Your pov:

You sat in a circle, surrounded by fellow members of the bakusquad. Mina had her arms slung around your shoulder, Kaminari was failing at an arm wrestle against Sero and Kirishima and Bakugou were trying to fix dinner for you all.

“Hey (y/n)? Wanna play kmf?” Mina tilted her head and pulled you closer.

“What does that stand for?” You ask looking around at everyone.

“Kiss, marry, fuck” Mina says with a smirk.

“You guys are playing that? I wanna playyy” Kaminari whined massaging his arm.

“Sure, do you also wanna play Sero?” Mina asks with a chuckle situated at the end of her sentence.

“Of course, constantly beating Denki is you know, getting a bit to easy ha” Sero chuckles.

Kaminari shoots a dirty look at Sero, they both scoot closer to you and Mina.

“Alright, I’ll go first. (Y/n) kmf, Bakugou, Midoriya and um Todoroki?” Mina says with a smirk as she looks at you.

A blush covers your face, you scope out the surroundings making sure that Bakugou was out of the area.

“Um kiss Midoriya, marry um Todoroki and uh…” You look around “Fuck Bakugou..” You say cautiously with your eyes closed.

“The fuck did you say?” Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard Bakugou’s voice.

You opened your eyes to see the angry blonde towering over you. Mina, Sero and Denki chuckled, covering their mouths to avoid being yelled at by the blonde.

“U-um..I..” You we’re stopped with the angry male yanking you upwards by your arm.

Bakugou pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you both. He put both muscular arms next to your head, trapping you.

“The fuck did you say you’d do to me?” Bakugou snarled moving closer to you. His warm breath fanning your neck.

“I-I said I would um fuck you..” You looked away in embarrassment.

“And were you lying princess?” His crimson eyes looking deep into your soul.

You felt heat pooling in your sex, clenching your thighs together to create friction. Your face was a deep red and your breathing had become heavier.

“No it..it wasn’t a lie..Katsuki” You mumble looking away from him.

He pulls you to face him, his lips plastered in a shit eating grin. A soft dust of pink on his cheeks and a recognisable erection.

“That’s daddy to you princess, understand?” He brings his hands to your waist pulling your pelvis to him, rutting his erection against you.

You nod nervously and grip his shoulders with shaky hands.

“So princess, do you want daddy to fuck you?” Bakugou purrs and grabs your chin with one of his hands, tilting it towards his face.

“Y-yes please daddy” You whimper and part your lips slightly.

Katsuki chuckles and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue licks your lips, asking for permission. Once you part your lips, his tongue instantly explores every cavern of your mouth. His hands fumble on your jacket, quickly unzipping it. Only for him to find you in nothing but a crop top. Your pebbled nipples showing through the fabric.

“Fuckkkkk princess, no bra?” He groans, his pants tightening as he feels precum staining his boxers.

He moans and begins to need at your breasts. You let out a soft groan and begin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his jeans. He chuckles and bites his lip. He then proceeds to lift up your (f/c) skirt. He lets out a loud gulp as he sees you wearing (f/c) panties.

“Fuck princess…holy fuck” He moans feeling his climax near, just from looking at you.

Your hands fly to your womanhood. Trying to cover up your dripping sex. He snarled at your hands covering you up, pulling them away.

“Princess you’re beautiful” He lets out a wonton moan and rubs himself through his boxers. A wet patch forming in his already stained boxers. You bit your lip and hook your fingers on the top of his boxers. With a light tug you pull them down, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, pre cum leaking down his tip. You observed his leaky mushroom tip and the serval veins pulsating on his thick dick. He hiked both of your legs onto his waist. He pecked your check before hiking both your legs up, placing them on his hip bone. His pulsating dick leaking with pre cum so close to your dripping sex.

“Princess- fuck- I need to put it in now” He groans sliding his dick between your slick folds. Both of your juices mixing together.

“B-but…daddy it’s too big” You tremble and dig your nails into his muscular shoulders.

He moaned rutting himself against your wet folds. You groaned as he rocked his tip against your clit.

“Fuck daddy…just put it in” You moan, slick starting to run down the curve of your ass.

Katsuki chuckled and pressed the tip against your dripping hole. With a snap of his hips. His dick was buried in your tight hole. Your gummy walls squeezing his dick. He sucks in a breath and tosses his head back. His dick settled at your cervix, his dick shaping the inside of your cunt. After a while he began to bottom out, his hips rutting into you like a dog in heat.

You were both covered in sweat, moaning like pornstars into each other’s mouths. His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing messy circles. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, tossing your head back. Your gummy walls milking his dick. You let out a string of moans and look into Katsuki lust blown crimson eyes. 

“F-fuck tryna milk my dick huh? Want my cum inside you slut?” Katsuki snickers and picks up his pace. 

You nod, to overstimulated to speak a word, all you could do was moan and grip his shoulders, leaving dents of your nails. Katsuki’s eyelids flutter and with a sharp snap of his hips, he came. His tip kissing your cervix, his cum filling you too the brim.

“Holy…holy fuck” Katsuki pants and slides out of you, cum dribbling down your leg. 

He gets toilet paper and cleans the both of you up. He peppers kisses all over your face. 

“How are you feeling princess?” Katsuki cups your cheeks, and he looks into your beautiful e/c eyes.

“Great..” You pant, a light chuckle at the end of the word. You lean into his hands. 

You’re about to have a sweet kiss when a knock on the door startles you both. 

“Guyssss I know you were fucking…I just really need to pee” 

Fainted... 😳😳😳😳(✖﹏✖)

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k

Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

   All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

   As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.

   He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.

   “K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words. 

   “Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum. 

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⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

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Minors DNI

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The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.

Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.

Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:

1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.

2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.

3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.

Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.

Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.

"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.

You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.

"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.

However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.

"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.

"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.

"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.

"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.

Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.

You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.

Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.

Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.

Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.

Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.

Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.

In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.

He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𖤐 synopsis: when intrusive voices from you quirk return with new threats in the middle of the night, you seek comfort from katsuki.

𖤐 trigger warnings: intrusive thoughts, self-doubt, fear of loss of control, and mild sleep disturbances.

𖤐 pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

𖤐 side note: this is a part two of ‘whispers in the dark’ because of the owner of this idea asking for a part two, so, tysm @montybooks

sleep had evaded you for hours. you'd tossed and turned in your bed at the u.a. dorms, trying every technique you knew to quiet your mind. counting sheep. deep breathing. focusing on happy memories from earlier that day—bakugou's hand in yours as you walked back from afternoon classes, the subtle way he'd positioned himself between you and mineta when the shorter boy had tried to approach you.

but as midnight approached, the whispers had returned with a vengeance.

you'll never be strong enough…

he only pities you…

what if you lost control during training?

what if you hurt someone?

what if you hurt him?

the last thought made you bolt upright, cold sweat beading on your forehead. that was new. the voices had never specifically targeted bakugou before.

he thinks he can save you. how cute.

but we've been with you so much longer…

you pressed your palms against your ears, knowing it wouldn't help but desperate to try anything. the darkness in your room seemed to shift and undulate, responding to your distress. a side effect of your quirk—shadows naturally bent toward you, especially when your emotions ran high.

"stop it," you whispered into the darkness. "leave me alone."

never alone. we are part of you. we are you.

your phone glowed on the nightstand. 12:03 am. too late to be bothering anyone, but…

"next time they start talking, come find me."

bakugou's words from earlier that day echoed in your memory, temporarily drowning out the malicious whispers. he'd been so certain, so unafraid. so different from everyone else who'd learned about your condition.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed your phone and a hoodie, slipping it over your sleep shorts and tank top. you padded barefoot to your door and peeked out into the hallway. the girls' floor was quiet, everyone sensibly asleep.

you made your way to the stairwell, avoiding the elevator that would announce your movements to the entire building. the boys' floor was on the one above yours. you'd never been to bakugou's room, but you knew which one it was—third door on the right. you'd noticed it during dorm tours at the beginning of the year.

he'll be angry. he'll reject you.

you're bothering him. weak. needy.

your hand hesitated, poised to knock. maybe this was a mistake. maybe he hadn't really meant it when he said to come find him.

he was just saying that. no one wants to deal with your problems in the middle of the night.

before the voices could convince you to turn back, you forced yourself to knock—three soft taps that sounded thunderous in the silent hallway.

no response.

see? he's ignoring you. or sleeping peacefully without a care about your suffering.

you were about to retreat when you heard movement from within the room. a thud, a muffled curse, then footsteps approaching the door.

it swung open to reveal a sleep-rumpled bakugou, hair even wilder than usual, wearing only a black tank top and gray sweatpants. his eyes were narrowed with irritation until they focused on you—then they widened slightly, the annoyance instantly replaced with concern.

"they're back?" he asked without preamble, voice rough with sleep.

you nodded, suddenly embarrassed. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have—"

before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room, closing the door quietly behind you.

"sit," he ordered, pointing to his bed.

his room was surprisingly neat, you noticed. the walls were lined with hero posters, mostly of all might, with a few books about quirk theory stacked on his desk. a weight set sat in one corner, and the faint scent of nitroglycerin—bakugou's natural scent—permeated the space.

"i really am sorry," you said, perching awkwardly on the edge of his bed. "i just… they were saying things. new things. worse things."

he doesn't care. look how annoyed he is.

but bakugou didn't look annoyed as he sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. despite the hour and being woken up, his eyes were alert, focused entirely on you.

"what kind of things?" he asked.

you stared at your hands. "that i might hurt someone with my quirk. that i might… hurt you."

you felt him stiffen slightly beside you.

"as if you could," he scoffed, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

we could show him. we could show him how powerful we could be.

"that's the thing," you whispered. "sometimes i think they might be right. what if i lost control? my quirk… it feeds on negative emotions. fear. anger. what if one day i can't stop it?"

bakugou was quiet for a moment, considering. then he did something that surprised you—he took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.

"you know what i think?" he finally said. "i think your quirk isn't the problem. it's the fear."

you looked at him, confused. "what do you mean?"

"you're afraid of your power," he explained, his thumb absently stroking the back of your hand. "always have been, probably. so you hold back. you keep it all bottled up until it finds other ways out. like these voices."

he's wrong. we are your true power. let us show you.

you shook your head, trying to clear it. "the doctor said—"

"doctors don't know shit about quirks like ours," bakugou interrupted. "they have their theories, but they're not the ones living with it."

he thinks he knows better than professionals? arrogant boy.

"what would you suggest, then?" you asked, genuinely curious. no one had ever approached your condition from this angle before.

bakugou's free hand reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness. "you need to stop being afraid of yourself."

"that's easier said than done," you murmured, leaning slightly into his touch.

"i know," he acknowledged. "but think about it. when are the voices loudest?"

you considered the question. "when i'm stressed. when i've used a lot of my quirk. when i'm tired or afraid."

"and when are they quietest?"

the answer came immediately. "when i'm with you." it was true, even now—though still present, the whispers had faded to background noise the moment bakugou had pulled you into his room.

something like satisfaction flashed across his face. "and why do you think that is?"

don't listen to him. he's trying to take us away from you.

you frowned, ignoring the voice. "i don't know. maybe because… because you make me feel safe?" the admission made heat rise to your cheeks.

bakugou nodded. "and when you feel safe, you're not afraid of losing control."

there was wisdom in his words that surprised you. for someone so explosive, bakugou had remarkable insight into the nature of fear and control.

"so what do i do?" you asked softly. "i can't be with you every second of every day."

no, but we can. we're always here.

the corners of bakugou's mouth quirked up slightly. "wouldn't be the worst thing."

your heart skipped a beat at the implication, but you tried to stay focused. "i'm serious, katsuki."

"so am i," he said, shifting to face you more directly. "look, i'm not saying it'll be easy. but you need to start trusting yourself. your power isn't evil just because it's dark."

we could be so much more if you'd just listen…

"the voices disagree," you said wryly.

bakugou's eyes narrowed. "what are they saying right now?"

you hesitated, then decided on honesty. "that they could make me more powerful if i'd listen to them."

"and what do you want?"

the question caught you off guard. "what?"

"what. do. you. want?" he repeated, emphasizing each word. "not what the voices want. not what your parents want. not what the doctors say you should want. what do you want?"

no one had ever asked you that before. you'd spent so long trying to suppress your quirk, to be normal, to not succumb to the whispers, that you'd never considered what you might actually want.

"i want…" you began slowly, "i want to understand my quirk better. i want to use it without being afraid. i want to be a hero without worrying that i'll turn into a villain."

bakugou nodded approvingly. "good start."

empty dreams. we know what you really want.

you swallowed hard before adding, "and right now, i want the voices to shut up so i can sleep."

his expression softened almost imperceptibly. "lay down."

"what?"

"you heard me. lay down." he shifted to make room on his bed.

your eyes widened. "bakugou, i can't stay here—"

"why the hell not?" he challenged. "you need sleep. the voices are quieter around me. simple solution."

put that way, it did sound logical. but still…

"what if someone finds out?"

he rolled his eyes. "who's going to find out? and who gives a damn if they do?"

he just wants to take advantage of you.

the voice was weaker now, less convincing. you knew bakugou better than that.

"the voices think you have ulterior motives," you said with a small smile.

bakugou snorted. "tell the voices i have some fucking honor." but there was a hint of pink across his cheekbones that told you the thought had crossed his mind.

after another moment's hesitation, you gave in to exhaustion and lay down on his bed. bakugou stretched out beside you, far enough away to be respectful but close enough that you could feel his warmth.

"better?" he asked, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it.

you nodded, already feeling the whispers receding further. "much."

"good. now sleep." it wasn't a suggestion but a command.

a comfortable silence fell between you, broken only by the sound of your breathing gradually synchronizing with his. the voices had faded to barely audible murmurs, unable to penetrate the sense of safety bakugou's presence provided.

just as you were drifting off, you felt his hand find yours again in the darkness.

"hey," he said quietly.

"hmm?" you mumbled, already half-asleep.

"tomorrow after class. training grounds. you and me."

you forced your eyes open to look at him questioningly.

"we're going to work on your quirk," he explained. "no holding back. full power. i can take it."

alarm shot through you, momentarily banishing sleep. "katsuki, i don't think—"

"that's the problem," he interrupted. "you think too much. you're afraid of what might happen, so you never let yourself find out what will happen."

he doesn't know what he's asking for.

for once, you were inclined to agree with the voice. "it's dangerous."

bakugou's laugh was soft but genuine. "everything about being a hero is dangerous. but we train to control it, not avoid it."

his confidence was infectious, and you found yourself nodding despite your fears. "okay. tomorrow."

"good," he said, satisfied. then, more hesitantly, "and after that… maybe dinner? off campus."

your heart stuttered. "like… a date?"

even in the darkness, you could sense his discomfort with the explicit labeling. "call it whatever you want. just say yes."

a smile spread across your face. "yes."

he gave your hand a squeeze before releasing it. "now seriously, go to sleep. i need my rest if i'm going to deal with your darkness tomorrow."

the way he said it—not with fear or pity but with determination and maybe even a hint of excitement—made something warm bloom in your chest. as if your quirk was a challenge he was eager to face, not a burden he was reluctantly accepting.

this won't last. nothing good ever does.

but for once, the voice seemed distant and unconvincing. bakugou's steady breathing beside you was far more real, more immediate.

"katsuki?" you whispered, not sure if he was still awake.

"mm?" came the sleepy response.

"thank you."

he shifted slightly closer, his arm brushing against yours. "don't thank me yet. wait till after i kick your ass in training tomorrow."

you laughed softly, knowing his bravado was his way of saying "you're welcome." as sleep finally claimed you, the last thing you were aware of was the complete silence in your mind and the comforting warmth of bakugou beside you—a beacon in the darkness, keeping the whispers at bay.

for the first time in as long as you could remember, you slept through the night without a single nightmare, your shadows calm and still around you both.

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Ok, i read ur rules! And say in ur master list that you do mha? If you still do mha, (idk if this is ok to ask) but can you do some fluff + angst with bakugo x fem! Reader, where she has a black magic quirk, and from a very early age she’s heard voices in her head. And they stop for a bit but she heard them agian and freaks out! So bakugo notices shes veeery quiet and asks her whats wrong and she spills the truth about her quirk and how if she over uses it she hears voices telling her to do bad things(NOTHING SERIOUS)

Bakugo and reader have a sorta friendship but with something going on between them? (Mutual pinning)

I HOPE THIS IS OK!!! I read ur rules and i hope this isnt violating them 🙏😭

don’t worry it isn’t lmao! but I’d love to do this so tysm for sending this in! so without further ado. . . enjoy ദ്ദി(•̀ ᗜ <) !!

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊

𖤐 synopsis: your quirk makes you different from others..you hear voices that give you malicious thoughts. but, your “friend” bakugou katsuki helps you silence them and explore both of your unspoken feelings for each other.

𖤐 trigger warnings: references to intrusive thoughts, mild psychological distress.

𖤐 pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

𖤐 side note: - - > 2nd part of this story

the voices had been quiet for months. you'd almost forgotten what it was like to have that constant background noise—the whispers that came with your quirk. black magic, they called it. the ability to manipulate shadows and dark energy, bending them to your will. it was powerful, useful even, especially during hero training at u.a.

but the cost was something no one else could see.

use us… we can make you stronger…

the first whisper came during lunch period. you froze mid-bite, your chopsticks hovering over your bento box as the familiar, slithering voice wrapped around your mind.

let us in… just a little more power…

"shut up," you muttered under your breath, closing your eyes tightly.

"the hell did you just say to me?"

your eyes snapped open to find bakugou katsuki standing over your lunch table, his crimson eyes narrowed with suspicion. of course, he'd choose now to approach. the two of you had this… thing. not quite friends, definitely not enemies. training partners who somehow always ended up paired together. late night study sessions that lasted longer than necessary. hands that lingered a second too long when passing notes.

"not you," you said quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. "sorry, i was just—"

he'll think you're crazy if you tell him. everyone always does.

"just what?" bakugou dropped into the seat across from you, his lunch tray clattering against the table. "you've been acting weird all morning. more than usual."

you managed a weak smile. "didn't know you paid such close attention, explosion boy."

he scoffed, but you didn't miss the slight pink tinge on his ears. "hard not to notice when you're spacing out during combat training. you nearly got yourself blasted."

you had almost forgotten about that. earlier in the day, during all might's class, you'd hesitated just a moment too long when the voices first started whispering again. bakugou had pulled his punch at the last second, his explosion detonating harmlessly to your left instead of directly in your face.

he's waiting for an answer. lie. lie.

"i'm fine," you said automatically, the rehearsed response you'd been giving teachers and classmates for years whenever the voices got bad.

bakugou’s eyes narrowed further. "bullshit."

the cafeteria around you buzzed with activity, your classmates laughing and chatting, oblivious to your internal struggle. kirishima and the others had left bakugou alone for once, perhaps sensing he had other plans for lunch period.

he'll leave you too when he knows the truth.

"i said i'm fine," you insisted, pushing your food away. your appetite had vanished the moment the voices returned.

bakugou leaned forward, his voice dropping to a growl that somehow managed to be both threatening and concerned at the same time. "you think i don't notice when something's off with you? we've been training together for months. i know when you're lying."

you stared at him, taken aback by his perceptiveness. it was easy to dismiss bakugo as just an aggressive hothead, but you'd learned there was so much more beneath that explosive exterior. he noticed things. he paid attention.

tell him… see how quickly he runs…

the voice was getting louder, more insistent. you pressed your palms against your eyes, trying to block it out.

"hey." bakugou’s voice softened marginally—as much as bakugou katsuki could soften anything. "let's get out of here."

before you could protest, he had grabbed both your bags and was heading for the exit, clearly expecting you to follow. and despite everything, you did.

he led you to the rooftop, a quiet spot where few students ventured during lunch. the spring air was cool against your skin, helping to clear your head slightly.

"talk," he demanded, dropping his bag and leaning against the railing.

you hesitated, wrapping your arms around yourself. "it's my quirk."

"what about it?"

don't tell him don't tell him don't—

"the voices are back," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. "when i use too much of my quirk, they… they start talking to me."

bakugou’s expression didn't change, but he watched you intently, waiting for you to continue.

"they've been quiet for a while," you explained, pacing now. "i thought maybe i'd gotten better at controlling it. but this morning, during training when i used that shadow field technique… they came back."

he thinks you're weak. broken. useless.

you shuddered, and bakugou took a step closer.

"what do they say?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically careful.

you laughed bitterly. "oh, you know. the usual. use more power. do bad things. helpful stuff like that."

bakugou’s face darkened. "have you told anyone? recovery girl? aizawa?"

you shook your head. "my parents know. it's been happening since i was little. the doctors said it's a… side effect. the darkness my quirk controls, it's like it has a consciousness of its own. the more i tap into it, the more it tries to influence me."

he'll report you. they'll expel you. you'll never be a hero now.

"they're talking right now, aren't they?" bakugo asked suddenly.

you froze, surprised again by his insight. "how did you know?"

"your eyes do this thing," he said, gesturing vaguely toward your face. "they get all unfocused, like you're listening to something far away."

you'd never realized you had a tell. the fact that bakugo had noticed made something warm flutter in your chest, momentarily drowning out the malicious whispers.

"yeah," you admitted. "they're telling me you'll think i'm crazy. that i should have kept my mouth shut."

bakugou snorted. "if i thought you were crazy, i wouldn't waste my time training with you."

he's lying to make you feel better. he pities you.

"they're saying you're lying," you said softly.

without warning, bakugou closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders. the touch was firm but not painful—grounding.

"look at me," he demanded.

you raised your eyes to meet his fierce crimson gaze.

"do i ever say shit i don't mean? do i ever fucking lie to make people feel better?"

you couldn't help but smile slightly. "no. that's… actually one of the things i like about you."

something flashed across his face—surprise, maybe even pleasure—before he schooled his expression back to determination.

"then believe me when i say this. i don't give a damn about the voices. we all have shit to deal with. my quirk could blow my arms off if i'm not careful. half-and-half has his daddy issues. deku has… well, everything about him. your thing is voices. so what?"

he doesn't understand. no one can understand.

"it's not that simple," you argued. "they get worse when i use more power. and sometimes…" you hesitated, never having admitted this part to anyone before. "sometimes i want to listen."

instead of recoiling in horror as you expected, bakugou’s grip on your shoulders tightened reassuringly.

"of course you do," he said gruffly. "power is tempting. i know that better than anyone. remember the sports festival?"

you did. his rage, his refusal to accept a victory he didn't earn. the way he'd been chained to the podium, wild-eyed and furious.

"but you didn't give in," you pointed out.

"neither will you," he said with absolute certainty. "you're too stubborn."

despite everything, you laughed. "was that a compliment, bakugou?"

he released your shoulders, a hint of that familiar scowl returning. "don't get used to it."

he'll never understand you like we do.

the whisper was softer now, less convincing. you took a deep breath, focusing on bakugo's presence—solid and real in front of you.

"they're quieter when you're around," you admitted. "i don't know why."

a flash of something like pride crossed his face. "good. then i'll just have to stick around more."

your heart skipped a beat. "what are you saying?"

bakugou crossed his arms, looking somewhat uncomfortable with the turn in conversation. "i'm saying next time they start talking, come find me. i'll make enough noise to drown them out."

the offer was so perfectly, uniquely bakugo that it made you smile despite everything. this gruff, explosive boy who showed his care through actions rather than words.

"are you sure?" you asked. "it could happen anytime. middle of the night. during class."

he shrugged. "so? not like i sleep much anyway."

he'll get tired of you. they all do.

"the voices say you'll get tired of helping me," you said quietly.

bakugou stepped forward again, and this time when his hand reached for you, it was to brush a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness.

"let me make something clear," he said, voice low and intense. "i don't do shit i don't want to do. and i don't walk away from challenges."

"is that what i am? a challenge?" you weren't sure if you should be offended or flattered.

the corner of his mouth quirked up in that half-smile that always made your heart race. "you're a pain in my ass. but…" he hesitated, clearly wrestling with what to say next. "you're my pain in the ass."

coming from bakugou, it was practically a declaration of love.

he'll never—

the voice was cut off as bakugou’s hand cupped your cheek, his calloused palm warm against your skin. for once, his perpetual scowl was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

"tell the voices to shut the hell up," he murmured, "because i'm about to kiss you."

your breath caught in your throat. "bakugou…"

"katsuki," he corrected. "if we're doing this, you use my name."

"katsuki," you whispered, testing the feel of it on your tongue.

and then his lips were on yours, firm and warm and insistent. the voices that had plagued you all morning fell completely silent, drowned out by the thundering of your heart and the sensation of bakugou—no, katsuki—pulling you closer.

when you finally broke apart, the silence in your mind was blissful. whether it would last, you couldn't know. the voices would return eventually. but for now, with bakugou’s arms around you and his forehead pressed against yours, they couldn't reach you.

"they're gone," you breathed in wonder.

he smirked, that cocky confidence returning. "told you i could drown them out."

the bell rang in the distance, signaling the end of lunch period.

"we should get back," you said reluctantly.

bakugou didn't loosen his hold. "skip with me."

your eyes widened. "skip class? you never skip class."

"first time for everything," he shrugged. "besides, we need to figure out how to deal with those voices. might take all afternoon."

"and how exactly are we going to do that?" you asked, unable to keep the smile from your face.

his answering grin was both wicked and tender. "i have some ideas. but first—" he leaned in again, his lips brushing yours softly, "let's make sure they stay quiet a little longer."

as you melted into his kiss, you couldn't hear a single whisper—just the beating of two hearts and the promise that whatever darkness came, you wouldn't face it alone.

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ᱬ⛧ in this life ~ k. bakugou

sum: you always loved to celebrate his birthday, yet he had to go and one-up himself compared to a few years ago,

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x fiancée reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, implied multiple orgasms, implied multiple rounds, pet names, general NSFW content. italicised words for flashback.

a/n: happy birthday to our favourite explosive blonde-haired boy! ngl, this kinda feels rushed at the end but purely because i wanted to get this out while it was still the 20th (which ends in like 2ish hours for me). who knows, i might write another version of this focusing purely on the wedding night! (who am i kidding of course I’ll end up doing that). as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

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Closing your eyes, you stood still as Mina added the finishing touches to your hair. She’d insisted on some gems to match the ones in your veil, so of course you couldn’t say no to her. She’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember, even before your U.A. days.

She was the one who always cheered you on and had your back whenever you needed someone. Not that you needed help to begin with, especially when you met the rest of your friends in the hero course.

“And done”. Opening your eyes, you glanced up to see what she’d done, your gaze growing soft as you looked behind you. “Oh, Mina, you didn’t have to do this, you know”. Bringing your hands up, you fanned your face to stop yourself from crying. You’d spent a lot of money on your makeup, and you sure as hell weren’t going to ruin it yet.

Turning around to face her, you held your hands out for her to grab, pulling her into a hug when she did. “Thank you, I mean it”. Pulling back, you let out a laugh as you saw her trying to hold back her own tears. “I always knew this day would come from the moment he first saw you”.

Trying hard not to roll your eyes, you let out a laugh as you let her go to walk over to a table to get her the rest of the things you needed. “Glad one of us did”.

The clicking of the door opening made you focus shift to the person entering. Offer a soft smile, you walked over and hugged them. “Thanks for doing this, Kiri”. Pulling back, you smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Hey, you know I’ll do anything you need me to”. Humming, you stepped back and took hold of his arm. “Let’s go”.

Staring at the doors in front of you, you swallowed hard and gripped onto Kirishima’s arm a little tighter. Right now, you could feel your nerves trying to get the best of you, trying to make you doubt your choice before it had even happened. Taking a deep breath, you blew it out slowly as the doors creaked open, music beginning to play as you walked forward.

Eyes, that’s all you could feel on you as you walked. It made your skin crawl slightly; you weren’t used to all this attention. “You’re doing great (n/n). Look, we’re almost there”. The soothing voice of Kirishima reached your ears as you looked ahead.

He was right, you were nearly there. Near the one person who you knew would help the anxiety settle.

Today, of all days, should have been about them, but they insisted this was what they wanted. Guess they wanted to one-up what they did a few years ago.

Stepping back, you rested your hands on your hips as you looked up at the banner that had just been hung. To most people, today was a normal day, but to you, it was the day your boyfriend was born and a day you loved to celebrate even more than he had.

“That’s everything, just need to wait for him to come home”. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was close to the time he would finish his hero work for the day and make his way through the door. Through the door to your birthday welcome.

A few moments later, the clicking of the door closing told you he was finally home, no doubt a bit dirty with some scratches, but still safe. A flick of the light illuminated the room before you jumped in front of the bewildered figure, a huge grin on your face. “Happy birthday Katsuki!”.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, the blonde clicked his tongue before rolling his eyes. “You idiot, you didn’t need to do this”. Titling your head, you laughed and took his hand, dragging him to the small table beside the couch. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to, it is your birthday after all”.

Leaning down, you scooped up the cake you’d made and lit the candle a moment later, bringing it in front of your boyfriend. “Okay, you know what to do Kat”. Before you moved closer, you felt the cake being taken from your hands and held in front of you. “Of course I know what to do dumbass, I want to try something a little different this year. Now close your eyes and blow it out, after making a wish”.

Staring confused, you opened your mouth to retort, only to be cut off with a quick "Just do it". Rolling your eyes, you closed them and thought of something to wish for before exhaling the air in your lungs quickly, the flame on the candle disappearing soon after. "Now keep your eyes shut until I tell you, okay?".

"But Kat..". You went to open your eyes only to have a hand placed over them. "Just do as I tell you". Biting your lip, you relented and kept your eyes closed, waiting to be told when to open them. "Okay, now you can open them".

Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before noticing your boyfriend wasn't standing there anymore. "Huh?". "Down here, idiot". At the sound of his voice, you cast your gaze down, only to stumble back. "Katsuki, shat are you doing?". There on the floor knelt your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who held an open box in his hand as he looked up at you. "What does it look like I'm doing?".

Dropping quickly to your knees, you scrambled forward to try and pull the box out of his hand, only to be stopped by his free hand. "I want you to marry me (y/n), I know I suck at words but I love you so much, more than I'll ever be able to show. So do me a favour and be my wife before I change my mind".

Had he been struck with a quirk that made him do this? Or was he seriously unwell? Of course, you wanted to marry your explosive boyfriend; the two of you had always talked about it, but it seemed to be brushed off each time. Until today, that is. "It's your birthday, though, Kat, it's supposed to be about you and what you want...". "And you don't think this isn't what I want? This is what I wanted since the day I first started dating you. I was too stupid to admit it".

Looking at the box, you studied the ring for a moment. Contrary to what most people would think, he'd opted for a simple ring with a small diamond in the centre. smaller stones of orange and black on either side. "I know it's not much, but when we get married, I'll buy you a better one. I just want to show the world you're my girl and my girl only".

Blinking back the tears, you nodded your head and threw your arms around his neck, face buried into the side of his neck. "Oh, Katsuki, of course I'll marry you!". Pulling your head back, you felt your hand being lifted and the cold ring being placed on your ring finger. "There, now everyone will know who stole your heart".

By the time you had finished remembering that day, you were at the end of the aisle, looking up to see your fiancé standing there. With the halo of light surrounding him, making his blonde hair and red eyes stand out more, you thought he looked like an angel sent to save you. Turning to Kirishima, you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek while whispering a quick "thank you".

Turning your head, you stepped forward and took hold of the hand outstretched for you, a hand that you had held so many times before. A hand that made you feel safe. All it took was a few more steps until you stood in front of him, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Let's get married then, (y/n)".

Everything from that moment on felt like a dream, something you'd wake up from any time soon. Which, if it was, you prayed to whoever that you wouldn't. "I now present to you all, Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki Bakugou". Loud cheers sounded as you felt yourself being pulled into strong arms. "Time to kiss my wife, sweetheart". Laughing, you felt yourself being tilted down, lips covering yours in a kiss as you cupped his cheek.

You were now the wife of the infamous bad-boy looking hero.

The hours that followed were filled with joy and laughter. Speeches were given, as well as drinks that flowed. Group dances as well as the first dance as husband and wife. You were the happiest you’d ever been for a while, still on cloud nine as you found yourself back at the honeymoon suite of the hotel you were now checked into. “Hold on tight, my dear wife”.

Letting out a squeal, you wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck as he opened the door and carried you over the threshold before kicking it closed with his foot. “Kat, hurry up and put me down”. Looking up, you saw a mischievous glint in his eye as he moved quickly to the bed, throwing you onto the top of the sheets with a laugh.

When your body stopped bouncing, you leant on your elbows and looked at him, smiling softly as you took in the sight of him. The sight of your husband. “Don’t keep me waiting, Katsuki”.

That’s all he needed to hear you say before he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you before claiming your lips in a kiss. “As if I would ever keep you waiting”.

Clothes soon lay scattered on the floor. Some dropped almost neatly, others chucked carelessly, not that either of you cared. Not when you were lost in each other.

Breathy moans sounded from you as you arched your back, gripping onto the sheets to keep yourself grounded. Lips parted slightly and cheeks flushed as you gazed half lidded at the man above you currently knuckles deep inside your cunt. Slender fingers tapping against that spongy spot deep inside. “Hah, Kat”.

He could feel it, and so could you, the way your walls tightened around his fingers as the euphoria you felt crept closer. “That’s is princess, let go for me”. All it took was those words and a few more curls of his fingers to have you gasping, jaw slack as your vision blurred. The electricity you felt through your veins had you whimpering out. “Good girl”.

On any other night, you would have repaid him, having him a panting mess as you looked up through your eyelashes, eyes doe-like and cheeks puffed.

Right now, though, you both wanted to be closer to each other; that’s all that mattered. Manoeuvring himself between your legs, you felt your lower half being picked up, resting against strong thighs as the mushroom head of his cock pressed against you. Still coming down from your euphoria, you lazily reached a hand up and pulled at him as best as you could. “P-Please, Katsuki. Need to feel you”.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Pressing himself into you as you felt him slip past the small ring of resistance you had, sheathing himself deep within your walls. A gasp of surprise sounded from you as a deep moan rumbled in his chest at the feeling.

Taking a moment to look at you, red eyes scanned over you, taking in the way your cheeks were flushed, swollen lips parted as you panted. You were beautiful, not that he didn’t think you already were, but at this moment, you were glowing.

Pulling his hips back slightly, he took a moment to savour the way you shivered before pushing back into you. The soft moan you let slip past your lips would usually spur him on, encourage him to go faster until you were completely fucked out, however, this time was different.

While part of him wanted that, the other part of him, the part that he only ever showed to you, wanted something different, something that only you two could ever feel for each other. Love, he wanted you to feel how he loved you without words.

Each slow thrust, each touch and kiss - he made sure you felt it all. Felt how much he loved you and how much he wanted it to be you two for the rest of your lives together. The change of pace took you by surprise, but you were thankful for it. As much as you enjoy the roughness that was Katsuki Bakugou, sometimes you wanted the softer side of him. The side only you could bring out.

Time seemed to slow down around you both; nothing else mattered in that moment.

Before long, you found yourself looking down at your husband, hands splayed out on his chest as you steadied yourself. Hips moving to a invisible slow rythm as you rode him, pressing yourself down on his cock as you brough the pair of you closer to your ends.

"I can feel how close you are, my love, let me help you". The force of his hips pressing his cock into that spongy spot inside you from underneath made you moan out, your body falling forward as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "K-Kat, so close, p-please".

His response to you was wrapping his arms around you, hips moving fast driving him deeper into your cunt. "F-Fuck, kiss me (y/n)". At the sound of his words, you looked up and pressed your lips to his, tongues clashing in a messy kiss as you felt him twitch, ropes of his cum spurting deep within you making you feel fuller than you already were.

With a broken cry of his name, you reached your euphoria, your walls pulsating as they helped milk him of everything he had to offer. Arms slacked around you, as he pressed his head against yours. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in post orgasm bliss as breathing returned to normal.

Moving yourself, you moaned softly as you lifted yourself off Bakugou's body, half hard cock slipping out as you lay down beside him. Lifting a hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek before resting it over his thumping heart. "I love you, (y/n)".

Blinking, you lifted your head and smiled, humming out as you looked at him. "I know you do, and I love you too, Katsuki. Don't you ever forget that". Hearing his click his tongue, you laughed out knowing that was his way of saying "I won't dumbass".

You both lay like that for a good while, softly talking about the day and how much you enjoyed yourselves, not leaving out the parts where you both saw each other for the first time. "I guess you do scrub up pretty well, Kat".

Hearing him growl, you propped yourself up and laughed out. "What's that supposed to mean, (n/n)". Pausing, you tilted your head again, sticking your tongue out at him. "Oh, that you actually look so fucking handsome in something that's not your hero suit".

Lifting yourself up, you managed to seat yourself back on top of him, perching yourself on his thighs as you leaned forward. Your doe-like eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes as he propped himself up. "What do you think you're doing?". Without saying a word, you winked at him before taking ahold of his cock, slowly pumping as he groaned out, twitching in your hand as he grew hard once more.

Leaning forward, you swiped your tongue over the head, placing a soft kiss before sitting upright and moving up, lining him up with your entrance once more. "Think it's about time I gave you a birthday gift, my dear husband".

Red eyes watched as you sank yourself down, cock disappearing as walls stretched once more. Moaning out, you placed one hand on his chest. The other grabbing hold of his hand and bringing it to your chest, gasping out at the feeling of him rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Of course, this was like you; it didn't matter you'd both gotten married. What mattered to you right now was giving him a birthday present of your own. One that would make you blush as he recalled it in the days to come.

Moving your hips, you lifted yourself up once again before pressing down, moving your hips in a steady rhythm that grew needier by the thrust. That made you cry out time again as your husband's rough side took over once more, manoeuvring you into a variety of positions you knew that would make it hard to walk tomorrow.

Feelings that made you lose your mind to numbing pleasure. Feelings that caused your heart to swell in your chest as you took in the sight of your husband, the one man you'd spend the rest of your life with.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki, my darling husband. I'll love you in this life and the next".

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ᱬ⛧ teddy bear ~ k. bakugou

sum: the teddy bear i gave her. the teddy bear she gave me.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x wife! reader

content: sfw. established relationship (married), 3-month-old child, mention of wanting another one, pet names, fluff for once.

a/n: just a little something to help me take a break from writing the next part of my villain. saw an image this is based on a few hours ago while procrastinating, and i just had to get this idea out there. our favourite explosion boy was the first one who came to mind when i wrote this. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,020

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“Kat!”. At the sound of your voice from up the stairs, the blonde raised from his seat on the couch and rolled his eyes. Whenever you called him, it was for a reason that you were too stubborn to come to him yourself. Despite that, he, time and time again, still came to you whenever you called. It was the hero in him after all.

Climbing the stairs, heavy footsteps sounded before they stopped at the door in front of them. The room he shared with you. He could hear you shuffling around inside alongside your cooing voice, a voice that was aimed at your three-month-old son. “We’re just waiting on your daddy, sweetie”.

The way you spoke and the small giggle you let out had Bakugou smiling softly. If he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, the day you both became parents proved him wrong. Watching what you went through and the pain you endured just to bring your son into the world made him hold a love for you that was on another level.

Pushing the already ajar door open more, he stepped in and pushed it shut again with his foot. He took a moment to watch your movements, the way you peered down over the cot that was in the corner of the room. He didn’t need to see your face to know you were smiling. “You called, (n/n)?”.

At the sound of his voice, you stood upright and looked over your shoulder at him, smiling brightly. “Oh sweetie, look, it only took daddy a week to get here”. The cooing of the baby answered you back as you laughed, turning to face your husband a second after. Sure, the two of you had been married for a good few years now, but you still couldn’t believe you were married to the Katsuki Bakugou.

If someone ever told your younger self you’d be married to a pro hero, the hotheaded and loud boy you met back in school, you knew for a fact you would have laughed in their face and told them to go away. Yet here you were, married to that man with a son who was his mirror image. Even down to the ash-blonde hair and red eyes.

Stepping forward, you stopped in front of Bakugou and held your hand out for him to take. After a few moments, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as you looked at him. Taking a moment, you hummed before looking up into those red eyes that stole your heart. “I’ve got something to show you, but you need to sit on the bed, okay?”.

Stepping backwards towards the bed, you pulled him with you until you stopped, his body lowering to sit on the edge as you leant down to kiss his lips, lingering for a few seconds before you pulled back. “So, don’t think I need to remind you of that huge teddy bear you got me when we first dated”.

Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the huge plush that sat on a chair in the corner next to the cot. It had been one of the first things Bakugou had won for you at a fair when you were first dating. Being the only one left, it had caught your eye, so of course, your then boyfriend had to win it for you. Especially when another extra, as he liked to call them, tried to win it for their partner. Needless to say, he was the victorious one.

“Of course, how could I forget that? You made me carry that thing around for the rest of the night”. Rolling his eyes, he smirked at the faux look of hurt on your face. “Here’s me thinking you enjoyed that, Kats”. Sticking your tongue out, you laughed when he flipped you off. “Just get to the point, love”.

Nodding your head, you made your way back over to the cot, stopping beside the bars as you cooed again at your son, who smiled when he saw you. “Do you remember what I said to you that night?”. Turning your head, you saw the confused look on his face as he raked his memories to remember what you said.

Rolling your eyes at the forgetfulness, you leaned over and scooped up your son into your arms, holding him upright. “I told you I’d get you your own teddy bear one day so…”. Turning around, you faced him as you smiled, watching the look on Bakugou’s face change. “…sorry it’s late, this one took a little time to prepare. Couldn’t have done that without you, darling”.

Casting your eyes down, the smile on your face softened as you placed a kiss on the top of your son’s head. The soft material of the teddy bear outfit he had on tickled your lips before you pulled away, walking to sit beside your husband. “It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s the cutest teddy bear that we’ve made together, Kat”.

Crossing your legs, you manoeuvred your baby in your arms before passing him over to his dad. The way the explosive hero took hold of the piece of you both made your heart swell. He may have appeared rough and angry to everyone around him, but behind closed doors, he was an entirely different person - you and your son had softened him.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you reached a hand over and took hold of a small hand in yours. Sitting in silence, you both watched as he fell asleep, content in the arms of his daddy, who protected him and you from the bad things out there.

“You know, (y/n), I’ll have to keep getting you big ass teddy bears. Especially if it means I get ones as cute as this in return”. Laughing softly, you pushed his head with the top of yours before you moved your head, looking up at him as you cupped his face in your free hand.

“I guess I can compromise, as long as the next cute teddy bear we make is a girl”.

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ᱬ⛧ my little fire dancer ~ k. bakugou

sum: if he had to choose one thing that he loved seeing you do, it would be this. it’s what made him fall in love with you after all.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni (just in case), suggestive sexual content, swearing, use of fire dancing equipment.

a/n: a random idea i had years ago that I’ve decided to update. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,139

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The soft glow of flames flickered from the campfire beside as you watched bright flashes light up the rest of the area you were sitting in, a particular ash-blonde male was responsible as he released some of the pent-up stress and anger he held from the day.

The two of you were busy with your daily lives of hero work, so anytime you spent together was a luxury. Today just happened to be your day off, and your boyfriend had finished his work for the day, so it was just the two of you in a spot that was out of the way of prying eyes.

The usually ever-angry Bakugou seemed to be a whole different person whenever you were around. While others would be in the way of his outbursts if they looked at him the wrong way, you could do anything, and it would be disregarded without hesitation.

Leaning back on your hands with your legs stretched in front of you, you spent hours watching him, especially with that oh-so-rare content smile he held as whatever he felt slowly melted away.

Your mind was yet to grasp the fact that you had managed to be the other half of the wild human grenade pro. "Tch, what you staring at, dumb ass?".

Rolling your eyes at the typical statement that you knew he didn’t mean anything, you smirked slightly before stretching your arms above your head. "Well, I was staring at something hot. Those explosions pack some heat".

The mischievous-laced response made Bakugou growl in annoyance, his figure stopping just short of you before kneeling close beside you. "Don’t think I heard you the first time, what did you say, (y/n)?".

Letting your arms drop, you lifted your hand and ran your fingers through your hair. Taking a moment, you closed your eyes as you hummed, opening them again with a grin. "What's the matter, Kat? Jealous of some explosions?". Leaning forward, you let your lips brush against his before laughing.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Bakugou turned his head as he crossed his arms, focusing on something in the distance while you hummed to yourself. Sometimes it was too easy for you to get under his skin. "Hey Kat, let me dance for you".

Red eyes watched attentively as Bakugou became completely transfixed on you. The way your hips moved to an invisible beat. A beat that was enticing him in every single way imaginable.

Every time you picked up a piece of your fire dancing equipment, especially the fire fan, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. No one else got to see this side of you, only him.

The passion you held for this somewhat unique hobby was a sight to behold. It was one of the many sides of you that only he knew about, one that you kept away from others, not because you were ashamed of it, but because it was something you could be vulnerable about. A feeling not often accepted when it came to being a pro.

You'd brought him into your world, and he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Undeniably proud of the fact that you were still his girlfriend, the love of his life after all this time. If one thing made him fall deeper in love with you, it was this.

On the outside, you didn't seem it, but you were quite a firecracker, a perfect match for him at the best of times. Appearances can be deceptive, and he loved that. You also didn't back down when the going got tough, and he admired you more than he cared to admit

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled softly, face slightly illuminated by the flames, as you turned and began making your way back to him. Slow steps and you inched closer to his sitting form, not missing a single move as you kept your gaze fixated on him.

Tension hung in the air as you stopped in front of Bakugou. Moving the fan in your hand to the side, you blew a quick kiss while lifting each piece of metal equipment up to your face, firmly extinguishing each flame with a puff of breath before setting them safely to the side.

"You enjoy testing me, don't you, (y/n)? You know what you do to me when you fire dance". Letting out a soft hum, you crouched down and set yourself into Bakugou's lap, arms wrapping around your waist before pulling you closer.

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your neck before pulling away, eyes lingering over the spot before he dipped back. Closing your eyes, you sighed, feeling his lips on your neck before moving your head to the side to give him more room.

Moments later you sucked in a breath, breathy moan being exhaled as heat began pooling in your gut. That sound was like heaven to his ears, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you gripped his arm. "Maybe that's why I do it, Kat, I enjoy making you crave my body to the point of you fucking me senseless".

It was true, and he knew it. You both did. One of the ways you loved to get Bakugou in the mood was by fire dancing for him, enticing him with your movements before he pinned you below him with his own movements.

Loud moans, lewd noises, and dirty words that you moaned out when he took you for himself. The beautiful stretch that had you feeling full before his hips snapped, dragging the most sinful noises he could from you.

"Don't you worry, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. You'll be begging me to help you, in more ways than one".

Rubbing your legs together, you moaned again at his words, lips caught in a rough that grew nerdier, hands began to wander. Leaning back, you panted before wriggling out of his arms, pulling him up with you a moment later as the two of you rushed home.

Back pressed against the door, the second it shut, rough kisses that grew needier until you found yourself picked up. A small laugh leaving your throat as you gripped onto Bakugou’s top, your body placed softly onto the mattress of your shared bed.

Propping yourself up, you watched as he knelt into the bed, mattress sipping slightly under his weight as he hovered above you. Eyes looking you over as you smiled softly. You knew it was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care. Not when he spoke words that made you lie back, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.

"My little fire dancer, how I love every part of what you do to me and how much I love you”.

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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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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Starting with my favorite boi. In which the reader in Katsuki's girlfriend and its the first Saturday after moving to the dorms and she goes to see him right after getting home to Japan. (This is from an unpublished wattpad book in my acc)

Quirk: teleportation and telepathy. You can teleport yourself and two other people a few objects (depending on size) at will anywhere within half a kilometer. If you do it to far or too often you can start to feel dizzy. You can talk to people through your mind no matter how far they are as long as you have a connection. The telepathy is a lesser trained quirk, (you can't read minds)

Genre/Warning(s): Cursing, fluff, and somewhat of a lime

Word Count: 1028

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The plane landed as you quickly grabbed your backpack and walked into the airport. By the word of the law it's illegal to use your quirk out in public but you didn't care as you grabbed your suitcase and ran to an alleyway. You teleported to a mall you remembered seeing going to the airport, then a gas station, a restaurant, a park and finally, your home. Your head was spinning slightly as you opened the door and dropped your bags off with a note you wrote in the plane.

'I'm off to see Katsuki, be home by 7'

You stepped outside. You appeared in front of U.A. and  got through its walls without an alarm. You found a building that said 1A and walked up to the door.

You knocked a few times and eventually someone open one of two huge doors. It was a girl with a round face and brown hair. "Hello there, who might you be?"

"Uh yeah hi can I see katsuki? Is he here?" You rushed your questions, trying to look over her shoulder.

She gave you a puzzled look, "uhm, yeah he's here-"

"Good. S'cuse me" you said teleporting past her and storming into what you assumed was the common area.

You looked around the mansion-like dorm building, your mind too busy to admire it. There were a few students here and there in the dining area and the living room but no Katsuki. Everyone was staring at you and when you finally saw that blonde pomeranian of a person you stormed up to him. He was with some dude with a red version of his own hair, the guy chatting to him while he had that everlasting scowl on his face. You stormed up to him as his buddy stopped talking. He looked up at you for a brief second before you smacked him right across the face. You heard a few gasps but it went unnoticed as red hair guy stepped back.

Right after the slap was heard throughout the room followed by the sight of you with your arms around him and your face buried in his chest. Your tears got soaked up by the cotton of his shirt and you started, "Bakugou Katsuki you DO NOT just get fucking KIDNAPPED while I'm abroad and not respond to my quirk! Do you know how fucking worried I was!?"

He just wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed into his chest. You hit him repeatedly, "fuck you fuck you fuck you"

"Sorry, 'kay? I didn't want you to come to me and get hurt" He said quietly, only for you to hear

"Fuck you lets go out I missed you and I'm furious I want ice cream" you said, wiping your eyes.

He blinked, "Wow you just went through a lot of emotions. Sure lets go"

Everyone stared in awe at how you could get mad at him without him bowing up your face in retaliation. Kaminari slowly walked up to the two of you, "Heeeey Bakugou, you wanna introduce us to this lovely lady?" He asked, winking at you.

"Ew" you said. "Nope, fuck off Dunce Face" he said, eyes narrowing at the scared blonde.

"Let's go" he said facing you and holding your hand. You thought of your favorite ice cream shop and teleported you both there.

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You two were currently sitting on a bench at the park eating from your ice cream cones. You were laying your head on his shoulder while licking any ice cream that fell from the cone. You could tell he was pissed about something because he had a scowl on his face. He always did, sure, but not really when he was with you. You huffed, "ugh, fine I'll ask. Why do you look so pissed?"

"Why did you do that?" he snapped

"Do what?"

"Storm into my dorm building, now everyone's gonna ask questions about us"

"And I'm gonna answer them"

"Nothing personal about us though"

You shrugged, "I dunno, I'm pretty blunt and honest"

He chuckled, "that's why I love you"

"You love me cuz I'm a badass bitch"

"That too"

You both burst into a small fit of laughter. That's the thing about you both, you complimented yourselves and each other, simultaneously raising both of your self esteems. You were also there to smack the pride off of him if his ego was getting too big. That was always your dynamic and it was working. If he hasn't stormed out of the relationship after a year, it meant it was going good.

You both finished your ice cream and teleported you both to the outside of Heights Alliance. Before you could get a hold of the doorknob he pinned you to the wall between the window and the door. "Katsuki, what the hell?"

"Before we go in, just wanted to make sure they now not to fool around with you" he growled as he attacked your lips.  He forced his tongue into you mouth, winning dominance over you with little effort. He sucked on your tongue and further explored your mouth. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his. Quickly latching his lips to your neck he bit, sucked, kissed, and licked you sweet spot and anywhere that could be obviously seen. You suppressed moan after moan and just as quickly as it started, it ended.

He wiped his lips and just before you could collect yourself he slammed the door open and pushed you inside. You stumbled in and walked alongside him. Everyone looked at the two of you as you tried to wipe the saliva from your puffy lips  and from your neck. You followed him quietly as you both took a seat on the couch. You were flushed in embarrassment until someone finally talked to you.

"Hi there! I'm Mina Ashido! Judging by your puffy lips and hickeys I can assume your Bakugou"s girlfriend?"

"Wow, forward much?" You replied

"Yup! Now tell me, how did you guys meet? How did you guys get together?  How are you guys still together?"

Your fit of giggles died down and you finally started to answer her questions.

Silly smut drabble with Bakugo (can be any gender or none)

Mdni, very very short but I thought it was silly

Just imagining a reader with a floral quirk, with the ability to control and create flowers of any kind, only, different flowers bloom in their head based on their emotions.

For example, the Passionflower, representing their anxious state.

The Bleeding Heart to represent when they feel depressed or upset.

And...the Calla Lillie for lust.

Bakugo was able to tell whenever you were aroused by this flower.

He loved it if he was fuckin you from behind. Since your face is burried in the pillows, he can always see those pretty flowers bouncing up and down with each thrust.

the flowers wilt afterwards, and sometimes he overstims you just to see the dead petals fall onto the bed, creating the perfect scene for him. The milky white cum dripping from you, mixing with the dark magenta of the lillies.

It always brings a grin to his face.

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

tags (can't tag orange :c): @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @amayaaaxx @i-the-fluffo @irenne-stans @hisonlyobsession @dead-fish-soup @pretty-sparkle-bomb @matchat3a @yura-4life @djlance-rock @zuzukusna @hiimsaraandyou @uy242c

Sleep on the Floor Masterlist

Bakugo x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

WC: Ongoing

Summary: Katsuki meets you, a strange woman dressed in fancy black attire, at a podunk country bar in the middle of nowhere. He's been wasting his life away drinking, barely showering, feeling sorry for himself after an injury caused the downfall of his career. A chance encounter and an offer for a road trip to god knows where brings two lost and unhappy strangers together for an adventure that may teach them about each other and themselves.

a/n: Hello there so if you aren’t familiar with this fic and you stumble across the masterlist, this is my grief coping fic. This is a fic I work on when I’m drowning and wanting to run away from my current life to start over and need to write to get those feelings out. There is not an upload schedule I never know when there will be an update, please do not ask for updates. This is an extremely informal piece and it means a lot to me. If you give this a chance I love you forever and thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💖 Also I’ve had a few people send me songs that they think fit the vibes I love that! Please don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me about this or send songs. I love hearing them. ☺️

Playlist

🚙 Part I

🚙 Part II

🚙 Part III

🚙 Part IV

🚙 Part V (Coming at some point)

k. bakugou x reader

warnings: medieval au, angst with a somewhat happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (with some hiccups in between), brief mentions of death, morbid jokes, outdoor sex, p in v, fem-bodied reader, bkg calls you his ‘woman’ once

word count: 3k

notes: tbh i do not know where this came from. i had a very vague idea and ran with it, and here we are. hopefully everyone can enjoy it! (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ）

You’ve been traveling for so damn long, legs sore from the never ending trek, heels blistered from the rub of your boots, face chafed from the dry winds.

It could be worse, you suppose. The elements could be harsher. You’re lucky that it’s springtime and you’re not stuck in the dead of summer or winter. Plus, your company is better than most. It’s quiet between the two of you, as it has been for the last couple of years, but there’s no bickering, just a few snide comments borne of exhaustion. Truthfully, both of you are too tired to argue like you used to.

Suddenly, a rough hand shoots out to stop you in your tracks, and you look at Katsuki in alarm.

“Wha-”

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

His crimson eyes are fixed on something on the horizon. It’s nothing more than a glimmer to you, but if you squint…

“Is that…”

“Water.”

A river from the looks of it, beckoning you with open arms.

The two of you take off at a run (or the closest your aching bodies will allow), stumbling over dirt and grass until you’re at the edge of the glimmering stream. It babbles at you happily, splashing over rocks and caressing the earth around it.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” you half-joke. It is magnificent, but it still somehow pales in comparison to the man next to you who’s ripping his boots off. Not even this water could quench the craving you have for him.

“Gonna feel even better,” Katsuki mutters, glancing over at you then urging, “what, you shy? Take your clothes off n’ get in.”

Your cheeks heat at the demand but you end up doing just that. You haven’t bathed in god knows how long. The only water you had before was strictly for drinking no matter how much you had wanted to pour some over your head at times.

Like Katsuki, you pull your boots off first then shrug out of your outer layer of leather hide. Riding pants then your tunic. You hesitate at your undergarments, eyes darting to Katsuki’s already nude form as he drops to the ground and dips his legs in the river. His broad shoulders sag in relief, the wide expanse of his back exposed to the sunlight and glistening gold under the heat. You miss touching it, tracing over every pale scar, counting the stray freckles that dot his spine and ribs…

“Don’t be so awkward about it.” His voice snaps you out of your daydream. “Nothin’ I ain’t seen before.”

He’s right. It’s been a long time, but still. You’ve seen every inch of one another in the past, patching up training wounds then brushing lips over them.

“Don’t be so pushy,” you mumble, finally pushing your underwear down and taking off the wrap around your chest. Taking a deep, unencumbered breath, you let a small smile creep onto your face. The wind feels nice for once, cooling your skin that’s been sticky with sweat for what feels like forever.

Katsuki is standing now, up to his hips in the water, and holds a hand out for you. He doesn’t bother averting his eyes, only ever having been a gentleman when it’s suited him and apparently this is not one of those times.

It’s chilly at first, but after submerging your whole body, wetting your hair, the temperature is more than pleasant.

“Gods, that feels good,” you groan, scratching your nails over your dripping arms to scrub away as much grime as you can.

Katsuki dunks his head under, shakes his hair like a dog when he straightens up and pelts you in the face with stray drops. You splash him in return and initiate a small war, both of you now in a rare giddy mood despite your terrible circumstances.

The village was the only place you’d known. You spent your days like most of the other kids, tending to the land and training. It didn’t matter if you were a boy or a girl or whose house you came from. Everyone had to learn to fight, to brandish sword and shield and be ready to raise both in the event of a raid.

In the end that training hadn’t helped. What’s a few blades against a mountain of fire? How can a shield defend a burning corpse?

When all was lost—your mother, father, and the tiny shack you called home, you were ready to give up. Flames licked at your face, and smoke filled your lungs, but a familiar hand tugged you up from your knees and pulled, dragging you as he ran.

Out of the entire village, you and Katsuki are the only survivors.

You’ve thought about the event since your journey to the kingdom began, but in this moment, as the two of you fling water at each other, you don’t think about it at all. All you see is Katsuki’s sharp smile, the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the lightheartedness displayed on his face.

Even when you were kids Katsuki was a little severe. He was loud and abrasive and always scowling. Most of the other children were scared of him, but you never were. Where others saw rabid animal you saw a lonely boy who needed a friend, and you were more than happy to be that friend.

You were just training buddies at first and then your families began sharing meals, trading eggs for milk, splitting chores. Other families in the village had been doing the same for ages, but it had taken meeting Katsuki and his parents for yours to make the same connection.

Swapping meals turned to swapping stories, playing pretend, exploring the tall grasses and woods, and when both of you grew older it all progressed into something much more. Kisses under the moonlight, wildflowers at your window, nervous hands brushing over bare bodies.

Your parents knew and didn’t mind. The assumption was that you and Katsuki would start a family of your own, raise your own strong, passionate children.

Katsuki had other plans, though. A secret he had kept for years.

You’re going to leave me to fight for a king that doesn't care about us? Who keeps us pressed into the dirt with the toe of his boot?

I’m trying to make sure you’re okay! That everyone’ll be taken care of!

Everyone is fine here! We have land we can farm! We have stock to eat and water to drink!

How’s that enough for you?!

Your voices were raised, echoing through the trees that usually hid your late night escapades. Now they hid the end of them.

There was a town nearby. Small but bigger than the village. It had stone streets and places to shop, shelter that would actually keep you dry during storms and warm during winter. If Katsuki became a soldier, he’d be able to move you and his family there.

His family but not yours.

It simply wasn’t an option. You couldn’t leave them behind, and you were appalled that Katsuki would even suggest it. So that was it. That was your last real conversation. Everything else was about milk or eggs or crops. There was nothing left to say. Even when months passed and Katsuki didn’t leave the village you had no words for him, afraid to get reattached only to lose him.

Now, though, in the cleansing waters, it feels like you have everything to say, words that have been stuck in your throat since he pulled you from the cinders of your ruined village.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he rubs his palms down his chest, nails reddening the muscles of his abdomen then scratching at the trail of hair that travels from his belly button to the water.

“Enjoying the view?” he chuckles, laugh growing when you whip your head away from him. “S’okay. I’m lookin’ too.”

That only makes you turn all the way around, crossing your arms over your breasts as the place between your legs begins to throb. He’s looking at you like that? After everything?

You take a shuddering breath, squeeze your eyes shut tight when you feel him touch your hip.

“Don’t.”

His thick fingers curl around the curved bone.

“Kat…”

“Why?” His voice is low, right behind you so that you feel the question on the nape of your neck.

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want you to just because you don’t have any other options. Just because it’s only us.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

His other hand is on you now, both reaching around your waist to lock right above your pelvis.

“Why’d you stop talkin’ to me? Why didn’t we ever make up?”

“Why didn’t you ever leave?” you counter.

He goes rigid, arms tightening around you. “Didn’t want to.” Then, much quieter, “didn’t wanna leave you.”

The words hit you right in the chest, ricocheting in your ribcage. You wiggle to turn in his grasp, eyes wide as they stare into his.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

Katsuki frowns. One of those deep frowns. “You wouldn’t give me time of day! Any time you saw me you’d turn around. Could barely fuckin’ look at me.”

“Can you blame me?” You pull yourself out of his arms. “You wanted me to leave my parents behind. You wanted me to leave everything behind!”

“I wanted you to be taken care of! I wanted to take care of you!

You scoff. “I can take care of myself, Katsuki.”

“I know you can, but so can I. And I should,” he rasps. He looks more emotional than you’ve ever seen him, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming into his pleading eyes. “I should be your husband by now.”

Your brain shuts down momentarily, unsure if you actually heard what he just said. He still wants to marry you?

“Of course I still wanna marry you!” Must have said that out loud. “I still wanna do everything with you. I’d walk through hell if I got to do it with you.”

Don’t cry. Do not cry. Do not show that you’ve been waiting to hear those words since that last fight.

He wipes a tear from under your eye with a calloused thumb, expression softening.

“Well,” you clear your throat, “I guess you’re in luck since we’re going through hell right now. Burnt village. Dead families…”

“Probably gonna get thrown in the dungeons when we get to the palace,” he adds casually. “King doesn’t take too kindly to outsiders.”

“Will you still think I’m pretty when rats start nibbling on my toes?” It’s dark to joke about. But life has not been kind to you as of late, and even in the midst of all of your fear and grief, you’re finally able to crack a smile (sad as it may be), and your stomach flips the way it used to.

“I’ll still think you’re pretty when they eat your face,” he tells you, caressing your cheek. It’s so sincere that it makes you laugh.

“That’s absurd.”

“What’s absurd is that I haven’t kissed you in a god damn eternity.”

You nearly tackle him into the water, arms around his neck as he catches you with a small ‘oof’, and even though the entire top half of your body is exposed to the air, it still feels like you’re entirely submerged. Drowning in Katsuki without want for oxygen.

His lips are chapped just like yours, yet they’re the softest thing you’ve ever felt. Gentle even with hungry teeth, tender even with his greedy tongue.

The water, once cool, feels boiling, like your bodies are giving off steam. His hands grab at your ass, fingertips digging into the fat of it before he lifts you to set you on the riverbank.

You immediately lock your legs around him, like you’re scared of him suddenly disappearing, but Katsuki attaches himself to you in the form of his mouth on your skin, nipping down your neck, sucking bruises down your shoulder and collarbone.

Frantic fingers find their way between your legs, grazing the inside of your thighs before softly brushing your sensitive folds.

“Missed you so much,” Katsuki grumbles, lowering himself in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You hold his head tightly, pulling him further into you. “I missed you too, Kat. So much.”

The first finger sinks into your heat, making you whimper in satisfaction. Katsuki continues to suck on your hardened bud, swirling his tongue around it to distract you from the stretch of his second finger and the slight burn that comes with it.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“I know, I know, I got you.” He uses a thumb to massage your clit, your legs trembling as your body begins to open up for him. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt again.”

“I’m ready,” you tell him. “I want you, please…”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want you dripping’ before I give you my cock.”

You whine, thighs flexing around his waist. You aren’t giving him much room to work with, but you can’t stand the thought of letting him go. His hand is pressed tightly against you, fingers so deep in your pussy as he pumps and curls them. He finds your spot as if he had just touched you yesterday, always so good at reading you, and kisses your throat when you throw your head back.

He abuses the spongy tissue until you’re leaking into the water below, moaning his name and pulling his hair.

“Please, please, need you, Kat.”

He chuckles, an almost condescending, “shh shh, baby. It’s okay.”

He lines himself up and pushes in slowly—so slowly—his thick cock spreading your gummy walls. He feels impossibly large after so long apart, his tip alone stretching your entrance thin so that you scrunch your eyes shut.

“Feel so good already,” Katsuki groans. He pushes his hips forward, and even through the burn your body sucks him in further, begging for more.

“Takin’ me so well, fuck…”

Once he’s bottomed out, Katsuki stays still for several seconds, and your cunt clenches around him automatically, still trying to adjust to his size.

A slow rhythm to start, steady thrusts that drag along your walls and gently slide over your most sensitive spot. Moans stay caught in your throat, mouth open, and you know that as soon as you start making noise you won’t be able to stop.

Katsuki begins moving his hips faster, making the water splash around you on the bank. The chill of it is a stark contrast from the heat of Katsuki’s body and the affectionate burn in your chest.

His strong hands wrap around your head, holding you as he kisses you fiercely. His rhythm stutters, but his lips move against yours perfectly, forming the words, “I love you,” so desperately that it makes you ache. “I love you, I love you. I never stopped.”

“I love you too,” you breathe heavily into him, muscles tightening with every pointed thrust. Your sticky slickness drips out of you, making the slide of his cock effortless. He feels so good, so deep inside you the way he’s supposed to be. Always supposed to be.

“Squeezin’ me so sweet,” he croons, jaw dropping open as he loses himself in sensation. “Always so sweet to me…”

The feeling of his fingers on your clit again is enough to send you over the edge, your nails digging semi-circles into his back as you cry his name loud enough to echo in the emptiness around you.

The rhythmic pulsing of your orgasm milks the cum from Katsuki’s cock, the warmth of it coating your insides, filling you to the brim. He gasps with every thick string he shoots into you until he’s finally dry.

You let him rest his head on your shoulder for some time, giving you both a chance to catch your breath before you pull him out of the water and topple over into the grass.

The sun is setting, the sky painted orange and pink in the afterglow of yet another day. You admire the way it shines over the treetops, the rays of it bathing you in such a comforting way. Everything will be okay, you think. We can survive as long as we’re together.

“Guess I should go find us some food,” Katsuki eventually muses, adding a smirking, “gotta make sure my woman stays fed.”

You roll your eyes and give him a light shove. “Your woman can feed herself, thank you very much.”

“Don’t I know it,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Never seen you so cock-hungry.”

“Oh my gods, Katsuki!”

“I’m just sayin’!” he laughs. More like cackles.

Your glare holds no weight, but you still suck your teeth at him and mumble, “think I’d prefer the rats over this.”

“Won’t be nearly as filling as—”

You cut him off by rolling on top of him and covering his mouth with yours. “Stop talking.”

He hums, settling his hands on the small of your back. “Only if you keep doin’ this.”

“I will if you keep your promise to marry me.”

“Second I can, I will.”

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well, i've been saved by the grace of southern charm—

PLAYLIST | ARTWORK

cowboy!bakugou x f!reader

wc: 20k+

tags: explicit language, smut, 18+, story within a story, toxic relationship (in the past), kids LOL (reader has a niece and nephew), minor mentions of christianity (not related to reader), use of the word daddy in a strictly non-sexual way, bakugou is bad at feelings, grammar is a mess, minor sexism (not to reader), there is nothing linear about this culturally, and a genuine theme about accepting that we deserve better and shouldn't settle for less just because it's comfortable.

for the @mybigbangacademia collab !

“Blasty’s been checking you out for twenty minutes, by the way.”

When you look up at her, she seems pleased and surprisingly entertained and is smiling around the gum she’s chewing, eyes cutting twice in quick succession to the pool table in the back. This is girl code for look, but don’t look and you know that, but you’re still caught up on the Blasty part, because you can’t figure out what that means, and peek over your shoulder anyway.

And then you realize Blasty means the handsome guy leaning next to the jukebox, nursing a half-empty Budweiser and staring hard at the taxidermied bass hanging over the bar above your head. The bartender hisses and you flip back around, frowning a little at her because you’ve just sold her out and she knows it and so does he. Blasty. Who’s been checking you out for twenty minutes, by the way.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

* the incredible artwork for the fic was done by @fittsythesnail ! she's so talented and wonderful to work with and you'd be lucky to receive a commission from her ! please go check out the rest of her work !

* the header artwork was painted by my bestie @moonilla ! i am so thankful to her for rushing it out, and i hope you all appreciate it as much as i do ! ( i tagged her to give credit for her time, but please note that her blog is not an art blog ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ )

fruit first (ask questions later) | k. bakugou

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Gender Neutral Reader

length: 3.6k

summary: When the grocery store you’re in becomes collateral in a villain attack, pro hero Dynamight comes to your rescue. When you become armed with a handful of oranges, however, someone may need to come to his rescue…

A short, mostly fluffy nothing for the prompt Bakugou + oranges. Part of the Willow’s House server Meet Fruit collab, where I took “meet fruit” extremely literally. Thank you @willowser for letting me in even though my dumb ass signed up late!!

tags/warnings: sfw, fluff, sexual tension, gender neutral reader

You were in the produce section when it happened.

The season was creeping into summertime now, the weather outside hot and humid and perfect for fresh produce–stalks of crunchy asparagus, fat ruby-red tomatoes, and tiny little berries nestled in their containers like a fistful of jewels.

You had admittedly been getting a little over-indulgent, your basket already straining against the skin of your forearm, heavy with more fruits and vegetables than a single person might feasibly consume before they went bad. But you were heady with visions of summer salads and fancy grain bowls, cool and leafy and refreshing, a balm against the sweltering city heat.

You’d just been adding a couple oranges to your basket when the first sign came.

It started as a rumble from far off, like the sound of slow-rolling thunder.

It echoed through the store, the bass buzzing through the shelves, making them hum. The lights flickered for a moment, their fluorescence dimming. A few of the people around you glanced up curiously, but nothing else in the interior of the store changed—no screaming, no crying, no running.

At first there was nothing to indicate that you might need to abandon your groceries in a pique of terror.

That was, until another boom sounded just overhead. And then the ceiling was suddenly ripped open with violent force.

A hunk of the steel frame was pulled back like the tab on a sardine can, the caging screaming in protest, and a shower of plaster rained down around you, breaking apart in slabs. An enormous, hulking figure peered through the hole, then dropped into the aisles before you, shaking the floor with his heavy landing.

Behind him, several other figures skittered into the building, one woman climbing down the wall like a lizard as a few others dropped in through the hole. A man suddenly popped into existence a few feet away from the orange stand with a crack like a gunshot. You startled, stumbling backwards, knocking into the oranges and sending a wave of them plopping to the floor.

There was no mistaking who these people were.

Villains. An entire crew of them.

All at once, the shoppers around you scrambled for cover, letting out a cacophony of shrieks and screams. You backed away, only for your foot to catch on an orange, rolling your ankle.

A bright stab of pain lanced through the joint, and you went down, hard, banging your elbow on a nearby display. You caught the floor with your rib cage, crushing an orange under your hip, your basket screeching across the floor next to you.

It knocked the breath right out of you, and you gasped, just as a blade of energy went singing overhead, slicing through the shelves and sending explosions of fruits and metal into the air. They rained down around you, a chunk of shelf framing tipping over and slamming down on your leg, fruits and vegetables slapping across every inch of your body.

Screams went up from the far side of the store, and you bit back a yelp of pain, tears forming in your eyes.

“Grab as many civvies as you can!” a deep voice barked out. “Hold ‘em like a shield and get moving to the next location!”

Your whole body iced over in fear, your ankle and leg screaming in protest as your limbs locked up. Footsteps echoed in every direction as the group of villains split up, hunting down their civilian targets. You hoped wildly, desperately that no one had seen you go down behind the citrus display.

Your hopes were in vain, however. Bootsteps rounded the corner, and the man who had appeared from thin air bent over the shelving pinning you down.

He was tall and wiry, with a face like a weasel and a thinning crop of dark hair. A malicious grin split the sides of his face as he took you in, yellow eyes flickering over you. “Hello sweet thing,” he cooed.

Your stomach flipped in despair as he prowled closer, oranges rolling away from his boots. Your hands scrambled at your sides, fingernails digging into the floor, as you tried to drag yourself backwards, away from him.

He cackled, high, reedy and excited, stalking down the aisle between two fruit stands. Two steps brought him right to you, and he leaned in, smiling widely. He reached out his long, straggly fingers, grasping for you—

And then he promptly blinked out of existence as a furious explosion crackled into life right where he had been. The brightness seared your eyes, blinding you, and a scorching heat scalded your face as a deafening boom rattled your teeth.

You snapped your eyes shut reflexively, but the light and heat was gone as soon as it came. The pad of boots approached you over the ringing in your ears, and you blinked open your eyes. Behind the spots that dotted your vision was a familiar face—one you’d seen on TV dozens, if not hundreds of times.

Bakugou Katsuki, alias pro hero Dynamight.

The first, wild, reeling, nonsense thought you had was that he was so much more handsome in person.

Red eyes glowed like scarlet embers through the dark of his black domino mask, and a scowl sat angrily but prettily on his plush mouth. He had scratches raked across one high cheekbone and down the line of his strong jaw, and his hero uniform had endured something worse, torn in several places, baring the bulge of one enormous bicep, and the trim line of his waist at one side.

The sight dazed you almost more than the flash of his explosion had, and Bakugou turned his scowl down on you, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling across his forehead as he did.

“You break anything, extra?” He rasped. His voice was lower, too, gravelly in a way that apparently didn’t translate well over TV airwaves.

You gaped for a moment, then quickly corralled yourself as his scowl deepened. You tried shifting your leg under the shelving, a fresh wave of pain lancing through you. “Um, my ankle I think is no good—I’m not sure if it’s broken—”

You were interrupted by a sound like a gunshot, splitting the air right in front of you, and then the teleport villain appeared just in front of you. He lunged for Bakugou, and you caught the flash of a blade in the fluorescent lighting. A reflexive scream tore out of you, trying to warn Bakugou—

But Bakugou was faster. He whipped around, a terrifying smile splitting his mouth, an explosion already crackling in his palm.

The teleport villain flickered out of sight again, just in time for Bakugou’s explosion to rip apart the air where he had been, splintering several of the displays around you and blasting a shelf of crackers and jelly apart. You could hear the glass and cracker bits raining down like chunks of hail.

Bakugou quickly turned back to you, eyeing you evaluatively. “Stay down, extra, and don’t fuckin’ move. I’ll take care of this asshole.”

You nodded hurriedly, shifting under the shelving that had you pinned. You managed to wedge yourself into the rough wood of the citrus display at your side, as if you could disappear into it if only you pressed hard enough.

Bakugou turned his back to you, one arm out as if to block anyone’s line of sight to you. The lines of his broad shoulders were tense under the white-hot glare of the store lights, and you noticed another gash in his uniform along one shoulder blade, exposing a peek of his back muscles.

Bakugou was moving almost before you even heard the next teleportation crackle, spinning to aim an explosion to his right. He launched himself after it with a vengeance, only to blow right through another display as the villain winked out of existence again. It seemed like he was fast, possibly too fast…

And then that gunshot noise again–and the villain was right next to you. In one impossibly fast movement Bakugou rerouted himself with a searing blast that ripped the tile right off the floor. In less than a second he was screaming down on the villain with all the speed and fiery fury of a falling comet. He aimed another shot right where the villain was standing—

But the villain disappeared again.

Bakugou neatly dodged you with another explosion aimed at the ground, the hot wind of it throwing you back against the orange crate. He somersaulted over the display just as another crack sounded behind it, and you could hear another explosion tearing through yet more of the produce.

And then another growled swear from Bakugou told you the villain had vanished again.

Your heart beat double time, wondering anxiously how bad this match up was. Bakugou was the number two hero, and you’d always assumed he’d be well-matched against any type of quirk. You’d seen a million broadcasts of his takedowns, quick and purposeful and scarily precise, with one of the fastest takedown averages on record.

But it was clear this villain was slippery and all together too quick. You didn’t know how Bakugou was supposed to catch someone who could disappear within milliseconds.

You thought probably the only chance could be to unleash his full power. On the news, you’d seen him send entire buildings crumbling. If he wanted to, he could tear this entire storefront down, set the entire inside on fire and catch the villain no matter where he teleported to in this space.

But instead you were in the middle of things. Bakugou had to aim, had to hold back lest any debris hit you, had to angle himself around you to protect you, all while the teleport villain had no such qualms.

It was possible Bakugou wouldn’t be able to catch this guy under these conditions–and you were the impediment to blame.

You heard Bakugou’s explosion rip apart another display in the distance, and that gunfire crack of the villain disappearing. Heart in your mouth, you cast around you for something, anything that could help him.

If only there was something to even the odds…

And then you found it. Your gaze landed on the spill of oranges at your feet. Fat, round, heavy and hard. Perfectly projectile shaped.

Now that…that was something.

You quickly gathered as many of them as you could, your ankle twinging in protest when you leaned across the shelving that had trapped it. You scooped the oranges up in an armful, depositing them in your lap, grabbing the largest and hefting it aloft just as another gunshot sound echoed in front of you.

The villain flickered into view right in front of you. You drew your arm back, whipping the orange at him with all of your might. But then like a lightning strike, Bakugou was there, explosion in hand. The villain flashed back out of sight, flames raking the store behind him, nearly blinding in their brilliance.

In another millisecond, the orange caught Bakugou on the thigh. You could hear the hard thump of it against the muscle even over the crackle of Bakugou’s explosion. It sent Bakugou slightly off course, and he had to aim another shot at the ground to catch himself before landing on his feet.

Instantly he whipped around to glare at you, smoke rising off his hands. “Oi, brat, what the fuck’re you throwing shit at me for?”

Your mouth dropped open belatedly, shocked that you’d just beaned the number two hero with a navel orange.

“Oh shit—” you gasped out. “I didn’t mean—it was for him—”

Bakugou’s mouth opened, but then another crack sounded across the store, the teleport villain undoubtedly in sight again. Bakugou threw a shot at him again, but you could tell it had missed by the way the villain materialized again just behind Bakugou.

Before you knew what you’d done, another orange was already in flight. Instead of turning to hit the villain, Bakugou was forced to duck before the orange went right through where his head had been. You heard it hit the floor as the villain was gone again, bouncing into a roll.

“Fucking—! Brat, knock it the hell off!” Bakugou growled, his red-hot glare searing your skin. “Or I will cram those things so far up your—”

Another teleportation crack cut him off, and he launched an attack over your head. The heat scalded the top of your head, blowing a flurry of fruits off of the citrus display.

Good. More ammo, regardless of what Bakugou said.

Except, well, this time you would try to aim better.

It was another few heart-pounding minutes before you got your redemption shot, Bakugou and the teleport villain chasing one another all over the grocery store in the most anxiety-inducing game of cat and mouse you had ever witnessed. You could hear entire sections of the store becoming victim to Bakugou’s quirk, hear the sharp cackle of the villain’s laughter and Bakugou’s angry swearing.

And then came the moment.

The gunshot noise that heralded the teleport villain’s quirk exploded in the air right in front of you again, and it was then that you unleashed a volley of fruits–whipping one as hard as you could as you unleashed several more across the floor. A heel materialized just over a rolling orange, and then the rest of the villain—and you watched with malicious pleasure as his ankle buckled and he went to the floor just as hard as you had.

That moment of stunned surprise was all Bakugou needed. He was there in a single second, an explosion catching the villain and blowing him straight across the floor. He hit the side of another display with a sickening thud. Lettuce spattered him in a shower of leaves, plastic bagging fluttering in the aftershocks of Bakugou’s explosion.

Bakugou was on the villain again instantly, and you caught the silver flash of quirk suppressing cuffs as Bakugou buckled him to the shelves, snarling a victorious stream of swear-laden insults. The villain was unresponsive, clearly knocked unconscious by the force of Bakugou’s blow.

In under a minute, Bakugou was striding back over to you, his boots echoing heavily on the tile.

“Watch where the fuck you’re throwing shit next time, brat,” he snipped at you, even as he bent down, hands going under the shelving that had you pinned. His bicep corded with effort, and the metal screeched as it was lifted, clanging to the tile as Bakugou threw it off of you.

You watched it fall, dazed. Bakugou squatted down next to you, catching your ankle and pulling it carefully to him.

You blinked, surprised by the gentle touch, eyes following Bakugou as he leaned over your injury, poking and prodding carefully. His eyelashes dusted the tops of his cheekbones, long and golden and a little too pretty for a man.

“I–ouch–I got him though,” you said defensively.

Bakugou’s scarlet gaze flicked up to your face, and a weird zing went down your spine. He really was so gorgeous in person, you had to admit, even beat to hell like he was now.

“Got me too, you fuckin’ brat,” Bakugou said. Strangely, his expression went clearer as he spoke, however, like he wasn’t even that mad about it. His fingers pressed delicately at the inside of your ankle, just beneath the jut of bone.

“Well you were in the way,” you groused, though you knew your second throw really had been a little poorly aimed. Bakugou snorted.

“...Got a good fucking arm on you though,” he allowed after a few more seconds of prodding.

It startled a laugh out of you, and a surprising hint of a grin cut across Bakugou’s own mouth, white and straight and viciously pleased.

“I—thanks,” you said, strangely flattered. “I think.”

“Yeah yeah,” Bakugou said, red eyes wandering over you. Then he went back to poking around your ankle, and you tried not to watch his arm flex as he shifted through the motions. “‘S fractured but not broken, I think,” he declared when he was finally satisfied.

“Oh,” you said, “Well that’s better than I thought.”

You shifted uneasily, wondering what the process was now that you’d been diagnosed. You’d never been in an attack before. Did you just sit here and wait for a paramedic to come to you? Or, could you ask Bakugou to help get you up to hobble out of the store?

You’d just decided to sit tight when Bakugou decided for you. A strong hand wormed its way under your thighs as another swept around your back, and then you were being hefted into Bakugou’s arms in one smooth, upsettingly easy movement.

Embarrassingly, your thighs clenched, even as your arms reflexively went around Bakugou’s neck.

You could feel a prickle of heat flaming across your face as he looked down at you, those scarlet eyes picking across your features. “Gonna get you to the paramedics, brat, they’ll fix your shit right up,” he said, so close now that you could feel his exhalation on your collarbone.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. “I—yes, that sounds good—thanks.”

Bakugou nodded, shifting you more securely against him, and then picked his way across the rubble, holding you tight. You tried not to revel in the feeling of his arms around you, aware this was an entirely inappropriate train of thought to have during a rescue. Especially when you’d hit the man with an orange.

It was a disappointingly short journey—you were outside in nearly a minute, and it was only another few seconds before Bakugou set you down on the back of an ambulance. A young, friendly paramedic bustled over and Bakugou relayed your condition in a brusque growl.

Surprisingly, however, he lingered close as the paramedic assessed the condition of your ankle and applied his quirk—a green light that made every nerve in your leg hum in response, but instantly took away the pain in your ankle. Then the paramedic wrapped you in compression bandages to keep it set straight.

“Ice it when you get home and keep it elevated when you sleep,” he advised you in his spritely tone. “I’ve got a regeneration quirk so you should be all healed up by the time you wake up, but you’ll want to keep off of it as much as you can in the meantime.”

You thanked him, and were surprised when Bakugou thanked him too, although much more briskly.

Then Bakugou turned back to you, red eyes catching yours again. You found you couldn’t look away from him, as shy as you were suddenly feeling out in the daylight. A few seconds ticked by, and you could feel your ears going hot as Bakugou looked you over.

“So. You want dinner or what?” Bakugou asked finally, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes got momentarily stuck on the tear in his sleeve, the way the divot of muscle peeked through in the afternoon light.

Then you gaped up at him when you caught up with what he’d said. “Do I—dinner—with you?”

Bakugou looked down at you, a smirk curling his lip as if he’d just realized where your attention had been. “Yeah. ‘M off shift after I give this report. Thought you might want a thanks for the assist or whatever. But if you’re gonna be fuckin’ squirrely about it, then—”

“Yes!” You gasped out, almost before you even realized you’d spoken. A thrill like lightning sang down your spine, electrifying all your nerve endings. Bakugou Katsuki—pro hero Dynamight—had just asked you to dinner?

Of fucking course you were gonna say yes.

Your brain swam, still unsure you’d heard him correctly, but then he leaned in, an arm coming up to catch the side of the ambulance van just beside your face.

“Good,” he said, another viciously pleased smile cutting across his mouth. Something hot crawled into your stomach, and you suddenly realized dinner might be only the tip of the iceberg Bakugou was steering your ship towards. “Gonna have to have a word about your aim, though,” he said, his gaze searing. “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of it just because I like you and you got that teleport asshole too.”

The low, raspy way he spoke was heavier with promise more than reprimand—and it sent another swarm of shivers over your skin.

Bakugou’s eyes caught it, a reply even clearer than if you had spoken. He grinned victoriously, pushing off of the ambulance to stalk over the police presence that had started to amass just beyond the sidewalk, presumably to give his report.

“Stay right here, brat, I’ll be back for you,” he promised, and you grew roots in your seat.

And then you watched him stalk off, staring in disbelief after his broad back. You couldn’t believe the number two hero had just asked you to dinner. And after you’d accidentally beaned him with an orange!

All you’d done was go to the grocery store in anticipation of produce, and you’d walked out with the promise of a date instead.

A ridiculous loop of orange you glad you decided to go grocery shopping? echoed wildly in your brain, a sign of the sheer ridiculousness of your situation. But yeah, you thought, as Bakugou leaned in to speak to a police officer, those scarlet eyes cutting unmistakably back towards you.

You really, really were.

Bakugou’s first love who’s temper and passion matches, no, exceeds his, because you had to fight twice as hard to earn things he was given, had to fight twice as hard to get a seat at a table he was born to. His first love, who’s outcast by hero society for carrying too much anger, for being too rough, too much. 

For being Quirkless.

He never said it was love, but it was. He could feel it, knew you could too. Or at least, he hopes you could. 

So after you disappear, there’s not a single day that goes by where he doesn’t think of you, well into adulthood. Little things like the flowers in the florist shop window that are the exact color of your old car, the way the city glows after a rainstorm.

He thinks it would be easier to forget you, to not have to carry the weight around with him all the time, and he hates himself for thinking it at all. Hates that he feels burdened by your memory instead of thankful he could tell someone exactly where every mole and birthmark sat on your skin, the different colors in your eyes.

It’s that perfect memory that confirms his worst suspicion when history begins to repeat himself, a new group of villains unhappy with society rising from the ashes of the last.

You’re clearly different, but he knows you. Knows the way you move, the tilt to your voice when you’re hiding that you’re wounded.

It’s the first time that his heart is at war with his sense of duty, but he keeps quiet about his suspicion regardless, needing to confirm everything for himself before he spoke up.

It’s a thin line he’s walking, but he assures himself he won’t cross it, no matter what.

And yet, when he finally catches you, unmasked and pinned beneath him, bloody teeth bared, he finds himself lifting enough for you to escape. He wants desperately to give chase, to catch you again, but he knows it’s not so he can bring you in.

It’s that realization that wakes him up, makes him take extended leave so he can track you down. Except he doesn’t have to.

You show up at his apartment one night, covered in shadows near the open window as he comes in, absently listening to Kiri worry about him over the phone. It takes everything in him not to hang up on his friend immediately when he sees you, freezing in place.

He should be angry, should be insulted that you, a wanted villain, had the audacity to show up in his home and silently watch him, but he’s not.

Part of him believes he’s finally lost it, chasing ghosts, so he calls out your name quietly, more of a breath than real words, but he can see the way your body reacts to it immediately, and all he can feel is relief crash around him.

There’s a heavy silence for a while, and then he takes a step forward. You stiffen, and in a blink, you’re gone, the only sign you were real to begin with a note telling him to stay away.

But he doesn’t. And neither do you. He knows you follow him, can feel watchful eyes on him, even if he can’t see you right away.

And then you show up in his apartment once more, clearly ready for a fight in the middle of his kitchen. There’s a glint of a knife in your hand, and he’s careful to move slowly as he sets down his groceries, hands splayed to show you he’s unarmed, as if he couldn’t kill you with one flick of his wrist. He calls out your name again, softly, like he’s talking to a wounded animal, and you can’t help the way your heart begs you to respond, even after so many years.

You shift, hesitate, and he straightens, takes a chance, and takes a step towards you. Your hand twitches, but you don’t raise it, don’t charge him. So he takes another. And then another. And then he’s within striking range, and your eyes are hard, angry in warning, but wide, like you’re lost. 

So he steps closer. And you step back, knife falling from your hand and clattering to the floor. He presses forward until your back hits his kitchen island, and he’s leaning over you, knuckles white with the way they grip the marble. 

You look panicked, fear brewing in your gaze when he raises a hand, eyes squeezing shut so you don’t see the blow coming. 

Instead, he brushes your hair away from your face, and your eyes fly open in surprise, the large pro drinking you in, his eyes flicking over your form. 

“I thought you were dead,” 

His voice is softer than anything you’ve ever heard, rolling over you and bringing back memories long since repressed. He cups your cheek, thumb sliding over your skin as if to make sure you’re real, and you hate how good it feels, how much you’ve missed him, and then his gaze dips lower and he freezes. 

Now that’s he’s able to be close to you, breathe you in, he sees what he’s missed before, hidden under stealth suits and large hoodies. From beneath your top curl ragged scars, curving and licking up along your throat and across your shoulders, more abundant than unmarred skin.

Your breath hitches as his fingers leave your face to trace over the scars on your collarbone, his face filled with anguish. His searching takes him lower, to the collar of your shirt where he pulls away, shaky hands falling to the hem as he begins to lift it slowly. 

Your hands circle his wrist in warning, and he spares you a glance, his pretty eyes filled with silent pleas, and you give in to him, as powerless to him as you were when you were stupid kids believing you were in love. Your fingers fall away from his skin slowly to let him continue, heart hammering as you let the man you came to kill undress you. 

He hesitates, inhaling deeply, steeling himself for what he might see before he tugs the cotton upwards once more. 

His stomach twists in knots as you’re revealed to him, arching scars covering most of your torso, some clearly old, but far too many new, deep, and he can only imagine what you went through to earn such markings across your skin. 

He can hardly find those moles and beauty marks he used to be able to map perfectly, now replaced with thick and jagged lines. He looks tortured, struggling not to let it show, but you see it anyways.

You can’t help the noise that bubbles from your throat when you lift your arms for him, a fresh wound beneath your left breast pulling painfully tight with the movement, and he clenches his jaw at the sound of your whimper, brows drawn low over his eyes. 

When his palm lays flat against your stomach, measuring the expanse of your scars to his hand, the former reaching out far further, you squeeze your eyes shut and tilt your head back. 

You never wanted him to see you like this, and in that very moment, you wished you were dead like he’d assumed, rather than a broken shell of who he used to love. 

He’s silent as his hands wander, their warmth seeping into your skin and settling on your hips, fingers splayed wide. He lets out a shaky huff and you finally peel open your eyes as he drops to his knees, his breath warm over your skin, moments before his mouth presses over your flaws.

He doesn’t miss the way you inhale sharply, hazy eyes focused down at him kneeling at your feet, mouth ghosting across your body. 

He traces a path upwards, his hands keeping you grounded as you arch against him, goosebumps rising in the wake of his ministrations. He deviates from his path only once, to press a feather soft kiss against your newest wound, and you hiss, fingers flying to tangle in his hair. 

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but his mouth feels like a brand, his nose brushing along the underside of your breast, lighting a fire within you that you had assumed died long ago. He murmurs out something you don’t quite catch against your skin before he returns the drag of his mouth between your breasts, up until he’s pressing kisses against your jaw, his forehead bumping against your cheek as he shakes his head. 

He exhales shakily again, and you tilt your head ever so slightly, needing to see him, needing to see the disgust, the pity in his eyes. You need him to give you a reason to push him away, a reason to hate him so neither of you start something you can’t finish. 

But all you see is a quiet fury buried in those crimson eyes, smothered by a emotion you’ve only ever seen in those very eyes the last time you’d seen him. You’re not ready to admit what it is yet, denial flooding you even as your mind supplies the word. 

Love. 

It’s like all the air rushes from your lungs, and you’re sure in that very moment, if it wasn’t for his firm grip, that you’d simply crumple under the weight of your realization. 

He draws you back to him, nose bumping yours when one of his hands cups the back of your head, fingers burying themselves in your hair. He opens his mouth and immediately closes it again, breathing in sharply through his nose before he speaks again, eyes shutting. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” 

And just like that, you can’t resist his pull anymore, closing the distance as the first tear rolls down your cheek. 

Rough and new | bakugo

Summary: you meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share the interest.

Warnings: mer!Bakugo, fem!Reader, sexual content, adult reader, characters aged up, dubcon

Minors do not interact

Genre: fluff + smut(ish) due the circumstances of the story don't expect full smut

PART ONE word count: 3k

PART TWO word count: 4,7k

PART THREE word count: 1,2k

PART FOUR word count: 1,8k

PART FIVE word count: 3,5k

war paint | masterlist

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: complete

length: 27,765 words

summary: Desperate times force you to disguise yourself and join the kingsguard. When a suspicious string of crimes strike the palace, however, Captain Katsuki Bakugou starts paying extra close attention. (spin off of in cinders)

tags: mulan AU, secret identity, romance, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, some violence, eventual smut

chapter links:

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deleted scenes: (requests for short drabbles related to the fic)

What was chapter 5 like from Bakugou’s point of view?

What is domestic life like for them after the fic?

Did they get married? What did Bakugou’s family think?

cross posted on ao3: here

𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

On a diplomatic trip far from home, Prince Bakugou must contend with his hatred for you. A woman who lives to take orders. The last thing the warrior prince needs is a babysitter but it’s a feat, not a coincidence, that you are the only apprentice to the captain of his royal guard. Feasts, balls, and festivities await you and your new friends at Takoba, and in the seaside kingdom you must reconcile with the idea that your prince is not so noble as the queen who raised him. All while something half dead and long forgotten festers on high tide.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 [𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔] prince!bakugou x royal guard!(fem) reader, slow burn to eventual smut. y/n has a personality and it is business formal, she grows. individual chapters will have specific tags-warnings-ratings— in general please expect violence/descriptions of injuries, strong language, two aloof fools, the classic motley bnha crew, seaside shenanigans. bakugou is an absolute piece of work, y/n is professional to a fault and it drives him insane. travel companions ー civil teammates ー genuine enemies ー confused friends ー lovers. plenty of ridiculous tension accompanied by angst and 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄

❂ ー 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this story has been my baby over the past few months (was this a direct response to mha ch 362? yes) — so I hope you cherish it as much as I do. I am not immune to roy/riza (fmab) and many of the dynamics in this au are heavily inspired by their relationship! just gotta build up that trust first (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ be prepared to absolutely hurtle this man out of harm's way TAGLIST | AO3

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆. ✦

You terrify him and it breaks his heart.

𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

In the warm forests of Aldera Castle you and the prince grew up in periphery. A soldier without magic and the boy who never spoke to her. Suddenly, he is your only responsibility.

𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

With the first day of travel under your belt and introductions well collected, your Alderan company finds time to unwind together. Thankfully, nothing bad ever happens around a campfire.

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

Are all carriages of the east made for prisoners of war? Prince Bakugou despises the close quarters and their snagging silver fixtures, but it is a special kind of fate that would deliver you to the safety of the sea and to the feet of the fire that bars your entrance. And deliver you together at that.

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞

Hats off to dying!

𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

What a vivid dream you’ve made, of the prince and his heavy hands wrapped around your body.

𝒔𝒊𝒙. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐚

It is at exactly the wrong moment that you realize where all the guards have gone, and just how desperate you must appear for the prince to take such pleasure in destruction.

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

Would he treat you this way in the presence of others? Is it only when you're alone that hell raises?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

In the immortal words of your prince, this was a dogshit idea for a dinner party. You are haunted by blue flames and scarred ghosts no matter how hard you focus on work, and a punishment for your distraction is in order.

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆.

(april 22.)

bkg slowburn partners to lovers excellence

fyi: aged up, drinking, not beta'd, deal w it

Cupid's Chokehold (3.7k)

"I'm falling in love with you."

It rolls off your tongue without a second thought, and you relish the relief of your confession. Katsuki can't control his surprise, and you can read his answer off his face, and for a brief moment, you regret making your move.

The sting of rejection is quickly numbed purely by willpower, and you laugh airily.

"You have a terrible poker face," you tease lightly. You steel yourself for the next part by deeply breathing through your teeth. "You aren't interested in me."

"It's not like that," Katsuki mumbles quietly, his ears turning pink. "I need to focus on my career. We both do."

"Gotcha," you whisper, looking off into space, head turned away from him. "No, you're right." You clear your throat and begin to wrap up your trash from your forgotten lunch.

Katsuki seems to want to stop you, but he's silent as he watches you step out of your seat and make a quick visit to the nearest trash bin.

"Look, we're good," you assure him as you prepare to end this shared meal. "Nothing's changed. We're partners."

Katsuki raises a brow at you, remaining in his seat. "Then how come you're leaving?"

You respond with a dry laugh, fighting down the pit in the back of your throat. "Give a girl a second to wallow, Bakugo," you huff. Shrugging, you awkwardly shift your weight back and forth between your stance. "At least I won't be so distracted during patrols anymore."

It's your weak attempt to lighten the mood. Although, it's hard to commit when trying to come to terms with your rejection. Unfortunately, Katsuki doesn't find it amusing, and his expression remains a combination of surprise and confusion.

"I won't be as weird tomorrow," you brush off sheepishly. "Get home safe." With a single nod, you turn to leave before anything can stop you.

You feel like you can breathe again once you shut your door and feel your car engine rumble to life. Before you can shift gears, a wave of embarrassment and shame washes over you, and you throw your head back against your seat.

Pressing your hands against your face, you let out a sound of anguish, feeling like a fool. Raking your fingers back through your hair, you sigh.

"You just can't shut up sometimes, can you?" Your voice is quiet as it disturbs the otherwise silence in your car. "Brush it off. You're not dying." You shake your head and quickly note where the alcohol in your apartment is for when you get home.

-

Katsuki doesn't notice anything different about your dynamic in the days following your confession. You make eye contact easily and banter with him like nothing has happened. You're civil and, for the most part, stay on task during patrol.

You're the perfect partner, and yet, Katsuki can sense something has shifted.

"You're late," he grumbles, glaring at you as you stride to your desk with a compostable coffee cup in your hands.

"Would you relax," you dismiss him with a flimsy wave of your hand. You drop your bag onto your chair and start peeling off your layers. "We don't start for another ten minutes. I'll be right back."

You disappear to change into your uniform, and Katsuki takes this opportunity to invade your privacy.

"You don't drink coffee," he states skeptically after bringing your cup up to his nose and taking a whiff. The stench from the coffee is strong but not enough to cover up the scent of your lipstick coating the mouthpiece. He didn't even realize you wore makeup.

"Hey, don't drink my drink," you chastise as soon as you return, adjusting the sleeves of your uniform.

"You don't even like coffee," he accuses, setting your cup back on your desk. You respond with an incredulous laugh.

"No, you don't like coffee," you correct him. "I'm perfectly happy drinking coffee."

"Why would you need to drink it anyways? Didn't you get enough sleep?" Katsuki's glare softens as he gives you a quick scan, picking up the exhaustion clouding your eyes and the tentative way you handle your stationery. "Did you at least eat something? I don't need you passing out on me during a fight."

"You almost sound worried," you say with a dry tone, covering it up with a hollow chuckle. "Where's the trust, man?"

"There is none," Katsuki bites back quickly, but the humored glint in your eyes relieves him. "Are you almost ready to head out?"

"Can we ever just start when our shift starts?" You groan with a roll of your eyes as you return your stationery to their respective spots on your desk.

"Being on time is being late," Katsuki reminds you of what feels like the millionth time since he's met you.

He can hear you poorly imitate him behind his back, but when he turns to glare at you, you're inspecting your nails and obviously feigning innocence.

It's all too normal for his liking, and he's unsure why. He should feel grateful that you're not awkward after your confession and that you've moved past it and carried on your professionalism, but he's not. Not entirely, at least.

A little part of him can't stop hearing your confession.

"I'm falling in love with you."

Every time he meets your eyes, there's a brief pause, and Katsuki can't tell if it's imagination. You glow whenever you smile, even if it's not directed at him, and he can't look away from you.

You still grab lunch with him after your shifts, although now there's a thin blanket of tension veiling your conversations. And, outside of work, there's no contact from you.

Katsuki misses the days when you'd message him in the morning before your shifts, asking if he wanted anything from the shop that you stopped by for quick meals. He'd never take you up on your offer, but now he'll see you walk in with a to-go cup and wonder if you forgot to text him. He knows the truth, though.

You're trying to get over him. He can see right through your efforts, no matter how subtle you're trying to be. Katsuki notices the way you freeze up whenever he brushes his hand against your arm or grabs at you to check for injuries.

Every time, without fail, you'll clear your throat and yank yourself away from him, avoiding his accusing glare.

"I'm fine," you grit out, holding your arm that's obviously in pain. "I'll be good. Thanks."

Just let me take care of you, Katsuki will think bitterly to himself, watching you stagger away and doing nothing about it. You never used to be this difficult when he was just trying to do his job.

You'd argue that caring for you wasn't part of the job, and he'd find every fiber of him disagreeing with you.

"What are you doing this Friday?"

You're obviously surprised once you comprehend what Katsuki is asking towards the end of your patrol. You look flustered and waging an internal battle in your head.

"My idiot friends are having their monthly get-together," Katsuki explains, uncharacteristically mumbling. "They asked if you wanted to join."

"What?" You laugh, amusement washing away your nerves. "You're inviting me? What are they holding over you to do this?"

Katsuki glares at you, irritated that you guessed correctly. Mina threatened him to invite you, otherwise, she'd show up unannounced at the agency and introduce herself.

Normally, he'd go unphased by her threats, but ever since your confession, Katsuki's felt a shred of anguish that you'll disappear one day.

Even if he couldn't give you the relationship you hoped for, he wanted to provide for you somehow. And, if he had to expose you to his personal life a little more, then he was okay with that. As long as it meant you'd stay with him.

"They threatened to ambush us during a patrol if I didn't."

You fail to stifle your laugh, and Katsuki hopes to elicit more of that from you.

"I appreciate the offer," you eventually answer, and Katsuki feels elated at your initial positivity. It quickly dissipates when you reject his invitation. "I have plans this Friday, actually. For once." You laugh at your deprecating allusion, but Katsuki maintains his aloof expression.

"Suddenly, you're too good for my friends?" It was meant to be a joke, but his abrasive tone reveals his vulnerable ego.

You visibly hesitate to respond, and Katsuki wonders what you're fighting yourself on. What are you holding back from him?

"I have plans already," you repeat with more force, finalizing your explanation, and Katsuki feels irritation bubbling in his stomach.

You didn't make plans that required you to leave your apartment often – Katsuki knew this. You lived with your best friend, so most of your time outside of work was spent at home. Whenever you managed to come across real plans that involved wearing nicer clothes than sweatpants, you'd normally chat Katsuki's ear off about your anticipation.

"Do you have a date?" He blurts his question out before he can comprehend the thought, and he can feel the tips of his ears get warm with embarrassment.

You can't fight back the surprise from reaching your face, and Katsuki knows the answer before you nod.

You laugh sheepishly at getting caught, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear – a nervous habit Katsuki has caught on to after two years of working with you.

"Yeah, I do," you murmur, looking everywhere but at him. "My roommate set it up with her boyfriend's friend."

How come you didn't tell me, he wants to ask, but he already knows. "Is he nice?"

"Yeah, he's..." He watches your eyes glaze over as you get stuck in your head before clearing your throat. "He's nice. Why?"

Katsuki shrugs, feigning indifference. Inside, he's frustrated, but he knows he shouldn't be.

You're his partner. His work partner.

As long as this random head that's taking you out doesn't distract you during your patrols – when you're with him – then he can't shouldn't complain.

"Will you tell me how it goes?" His question is quiet because he's embarrassed to ask, but he wants to know. He knows not knowing will bother him, and he can't explain to himself why.

"Um, sure," you hesitate to answer, almost questioning yourself.

You keep details of your date private from him after Friday comes and goes. The curiosity eats at Katsuki whenever he catches you glancing at your phone or smiling at yourself at your desk, but he keeps it to himself.

-

Your shift today was harder than usual. A few minor misdemeanors followed up with a villain attack.

You could tell that Katsuki was frustrated throughout the whole time, keeping quiet and growling to himself more often than usual.

After, when you were packing up your things to leave for the day, you noticed Katsuki sitting at his desk with his head hanging low. His arms are relaxed against the chair handles and you think he looks defeated as people walk past him without a glance.

"Trying to get food?" You pipe up, sliding past him to lean back against his desk. You keep your demeanor light, resting your hands against the surface and keeping your chin up. "I'm starving."

"You head out without me," he mumbles, flicking his hand.

"Nah," you hum, smiling at him with encouragement. "Come eat with me."

"Wouldn't that make your boyfriend uncomfortable?"

Boyfriend? You frown at your partner, tilting your head with a curious look.

"My nonexistent boyfriend would probably be more concerned with my obnoxious partner giving me attitude when I'm hungry."

Katsuki finally looks up at you, and you widen your eyes in exaggeration.

"Oh my god, finally," you rasp, holding your hand against your chest. "I was planning on getting you a vest for your birthday to help you with your posture."

"You don't even know when my birthday is," he answers with a sneer, but it doesn't phase you.

"Of course I know when your birthday is, Bakugo," you tell him. "Now, can we please go eat?" You bounce off of his desk and pat his bare shoulder, shortly relishing the satisfying warmth that emits from his body.

Katsuki catches you by surprise when he holds your hand against his arm, squeezing gently.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, knowing what his answer will be but hoping for a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Just tired," he mumbles, not looking at you. You smile softly, understanding where his exhaustion might be coming from, and use your other hand to pat his spiky head.

"You're working hard," you remind him with sympathy. "You did a good job today."

Katsuki doesn't say anything, just responds with a nod.

You start to pull away, but he holds you in place for another moment. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you're hit with a familiar wave of infatuation that you've been desperate to avoid.

"We did a good job today," he finally says. "We're partners."

"I know, Bakugo." As badly as I want to be more, we're just partners. "You're not getting rid of me, unfortunately."

You're forced to yank your hand out of his, avoiding his glare when he turns back to look at you.

"Let's head out already," you plead, creating some distance between you before checking back to see if he's following you.

You can't fight back your smile when you find him out of his seat and pacing over to you.

-

Katsuki hates seeing you in Mina's apartment. It's like his worlds are colliding, and he's still not mentally prepared after a week.

He's grateful you let him pick you up and take you instead of finding your way there. He's also quietly pleased that you're glued to his side because you don't know any of his friends.

"I hope your friend likes this wine," you nervously babble in his ear, and it makes his skin vibrate with how close you are. "How do you not know what alcohol your friends like?"

"Cause I don't care," he bites back, arms crossed over his chest and sending you his normal glare. "And you shouldn't either. Not like they're your friends."

That was obviously not the right thing to say, and Katsuki immediately regrets it when he watches your expression fall.

"Then, why did you invite me?" You sound frustrated and lean away from him slightly. "What am I doing here?"

"Saving me from a night of nuisances."

Katsuki thinks he hears you mumble "Typically," but doesn't respond because Mina and Eijiro approach.

"Hey, Bakubro," Eijiro greets with a wide smile, clapping a hand against Katsuki's arm. "And hello to you too!"

You give them your name with a polite smile and present Mina with your gift. Katsuki has to fight the urge to put his arm around you – to protect you from his friend.

"I didn't know what to bring, but I hope you like this wine."

Mina squeals in delight, taking the bottle from your hands and inspecting it before throwing herself at you. Katsuki's skin prickles at the sight.

"I love wine!" She cries with glee. "You're so considerate! Bakugo never brings me anything."

"When do you ever bring me anything?"

"When do you invite me over?"

The glare Katsuki sends Mina is fatal, but she's unbothered, much to your apparent satisfaction.

"Let's open this right now!" Mina drags you away by the arm, and your panicked expression is enough to bring a soft smile to Katsuki's lips.

"So, she's the partner?" Eijiro takes your spot next to Katsuki and nudges his arm. "Think she's into you?"

The question makes Katsuki scoff, sending his friend a silencing look.

"She is? How'd you find out?"

"She told me," he answers gruffly. "Over a month ago."

Eijiro's eyes almost bug out of his head with how surprised he is.

"Why didn't you say anything? That's awesome, dude."

"Why would that be awesome?"

"Because it's obvious you're into her too?" Eijiro's brows furrow as he looks at Katsuki, who feels a burning fire in his chest light up.

"Excuse me?"

Eijiro sighs, scratching the dark scruff under his jaw. "Come on, man."

"What?"

"You invited her to Mina's shindig," Eijiro points out. "You've been her partner for, what? A few years now, and you're finally bringing her around to meet us?" Katsuki just glares at him.

"Maybe you should mind your business," he tells his friend.

"You're defensive because you know I'm making a good point."

"When have you ever made a good point?"

Eijiro feigns offense when he puckers his bottom lip out in a pout. "I've been known to have good insight occasionally."

"This isn't one of those occasions." Katsuki notices you reappear from the kitchen with Mina, carrying four glasses of wine between you. He clears his throat obnoxiously, successfully silencing Eijiro with a look this time around.

"Hey, here's a glass," you tell him, handing him one from your hand. Katsuki takes it but isn't sure what to do with it.

"I didn't ask for this," he mentions as Mina hands Eijiro his glass.

"He means, 'thank you'," Eijiro answers for him.

"You don't speak for me," Katsuki barks, but your soft laughter kills his irritation.

"Don't worry, I know how he works," you tell his friends as you sip your drink. "He's actually holding my second glass for me."

Mina giggles at your statement, but the smile on your lips tells Katsuki that you aren't joking.

A short while later, after Mina moves on to her other guests and Katsuki has resituated you and him on the couch, you swap glasses with him.

You're invested in a conversation with Sero, angled away from Katsuki, but your legs are curled under you, and the fabric of your socks flick against his legs.

"I'll be back," he mumbles as he rises to his feet, empty wine glass in hand.

He finds himself in Mina's kitchen, a few guests lingering around and chatting. He comes across the wine you brought, empty in an ocean of half-drunk bottles.

Before returning to the couch, he refills your first glass with another wine he finds himself hoping you'll like. You're alone and on your phone by the time he comes back.

"Decide to join in on the fun?" You ask with a beaming smile once you realize he's returned. Katsuki finds himself pleased at the sight of you dropping your phone into your lap without hesitation as he falls into the cushion next to you.

"For you," he says plainly. "For when you finish that glass."

You frown at him playfully, taking another swig from his original glass. "You trying to get me drunk?"

"God, no," he exasperates. "Wanna make sure you're having a good time."

"Good call filling up another glass then," you laugh.

I know how you work too, he finds himself thinking.

"I am having a good time, though," you confess, resting your hand on his leg and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you for inviting me. I like your friends."

"I think they like you more than they like me."

"Everybody likes me more than they like you. That's how our dynamic works."

Our dynamic. Everything you tell him comes out more meaningful than he assumes you intend. Katsuki doesn't know when that started to happen.

He cherishes the dynamic between you, and for the first time, he's worried that it's in jeopardy. That it's been strained since you confessed to him, and, right now, he's on borrowed time with you.

"Thank you," he tells you. "For coming. You didn't have to."

"I did, though, " you correct him. "Mina tells me she would have shown up unannounced at the agency if you kept me from her any longer."

"Well, she's an idiot."

You give him a knowing smile, leaning against his arm. "Then, you're an idiot by association."

"Shut the hell up."

Your gentle laughter is muffled by the wine glass against your lips. You finish your drink in a single sip and immediately hold the emptied glass to Katsuki. He wordlessly switches your glasses.

He watches intently as you take an experimental sip from the wine he chose for you, and the satisfied hum you release tells him you approve of his choice.

"This is really good. Nice choice," you tell him, holding it out for him. "Did you try it?"

"I'm driving us, remember?" He glares at you for your ridiculous question, but you roll your eyes.

"It's a sip, Katsu-" You stop yourself midway, and Katsuki notices the flush in your cheeks, but not without actively searching for it. "it's just a sip, okay? Try it."

You're shoving the rim of the glass to his lips before he can call you out on your mistake. He reluctantly takes a little sip and his face twists in disgust.

"I don't like wine," he tells you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after you spill some against his face.

"Well, that's a shame," you sigh dejectedly, throwing back the remaining wine with a few swigs. Even Katsuki knows wine isn't chugging alcohol. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom."

And when you return a few minutes later, Katsuki notices you curl up in your seat a little further from him.

an: wrote this for @/sarahlovesseb ♡

Speechless (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader , Izuku x Reader

Content: Angst, pining, friend to lovers

Summary: Bakugou isn’t very good with words.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Sorry in advance for this… 

His words always failed him. Whenever the moment came, Bakugou could never seem to get past that choke in his throat.

There he’d be, looking at you at the desk beside him. He remembers you looking so pretty with your hair in those pigtails. Bakugou wanted to talk to you, to ask you where you’re from or for your name, but when you turn to him and utter that gentle hello in your smooth voice, his own falters. Bakugou’s at a loss for words and for the first time in his life, he wishes that he could swallow the pride that has been pushing him forward at such a steady pace to stop to meet your own.

Suddenly, his strides feel too wide on the play yard as you struggle to keep up and his voice feels too loud as you flinch slightly at each shout. It’s been like this forever, since he could remember. Bakugou’s always loved you, but that booming voice that he carries so proudly never seemed to let him say the words.

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disclaimer!! this is a rewrite/heavily edited version of the fic i have on AO3/the fic i posted from lookslikeleese in 2019-2020! this is not plagiarised or stolen (i probably dont need this disclaimer, but we shall see ahhdjdjjsjaj)

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! college au-ish (UUA is the university, but they're still training to be heroes), explicit sexual activity, sneaking around, unrequited love, secret sex friends, fem!reader, reader is a firecracker & has a fire-related quirk, todomomo, bakugo swears a LOT (i am sweating at how much he swears bdnfjjd), angst, alcohol consumption & partying, more tba as the chapters unfurl

▸ ▸ ▸ word count: 30k-ish

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: i love this fic so much. it was my first foray into bnha and as such i want to talk about it more! aspects of the original fic don't align with my interests anymore and i really just love the story so im tweaking it a little. i hope you have fun coming on the journey with me (again, maybe)

chapter one: the cabin in the woods

wc: 6.3k | angst, making out

chapter two: the deal

wc: 7.6k | fingering, oral (m receiving)

chapter three: rumours

wc: tba

chapter four: loose ends

wc: tba

chapter five: epilogue

wc: tba

cover shot (through the heart) | masterlist

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: complete

length: 16,521 words

summary: For years, you’ve been the only assistant in the business equipped to handle foul-tempered supermodel Katsuki Bakugou. That is, until he catches on to your weak point.

tags: model AU, sexual tension, snark, praise kink, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, implied lighter-skinned reader

note: In retrospect, this work is one of my least inclusive. A large portion of the plot depends on the reader’s blush being visible on her skin. I just wanted to make this clear to anyone looking to read this fic, and apologize to any potential readers that this excludes. Going forward, I will endeavor to do better! 

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cross posted on ao3: here

Love Comes Tsundere - ch.1

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader

Work In Progress AO3

I write for attention. <3

A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Warnings:

R-18 Adults Only, Explicit Content, Arranged Marriage, Fluff, Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Gradual Romance, Eventual Smut, Tsunder Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Loving Sex, Sweet Sex

Chapter 1 - The Catch of The Lure

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially if you were a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reek of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful but most likely impotent. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero waiting damn near forever to talk about damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for damn near an hour."

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of his false regret caused Bakugou's eye to twitch as the man moved past Bakugou's chair to sit at his desk, "it's quite a mess out there, you know."

"Of course I damn know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "I got stuck in the middle of all that damn shit and there was nothing I could do to stop it!"

"Yes, quite an unfortunate turn of events. It's a shame but also understandable, you were off-duty and were ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos. It is a bit of a complex situation but I think I can manage to resolve with minimal damage." The man's tone dripped with satisfaction and Bakugou couldn't help the feeling that somehow this guy had something over him and planned to use it against him. "I can have this whole little 'incident' cleared up for you in no time, but in return I have a request to make of you."

Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh, "Of course you do. Well, what the hell do you want?"

The smsug smile on the office bastards face made Bakugou's skin crawl. "Why, I'm so glad you asked. I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never had yourself a pretty little lady to swoon on your shoulder. Now that could be because you're waiting for the right little lady or maybe you feel as though you don't have time for petty relationships with your line of work and wanting to be number one, but I have my own theories... Personally, I think you just lack the drive for it. Instead of pursuing girls like most men, you chase after power and success. I've heard a few rumors that you're simply not interested in the opposite sex, but I think if that were the case you would have made a move on that Red Riot you used to go to school with. Either way-"

"Is there a point behind all this or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted, disliking how the man brought up his love life.  Lack the drive? Bakugou's blood boiled. Unlike this impotent ass I don't need some random bitch to help me get off! Just 'cause I'm not chasing horny ass females like a dog in heat doesn't mean I'm impotent. And what the hell is he implying about me and Kirishima? Who the hell does he think he is? He'd never admit it, but he had always thought of Kirishima as a brother. He'd never thought of his red-haired friend in that manner before.

The man tapped his fingers on his desk and eyeing Bakugou and taking into account the blonde's obvious aggravation. He considered his next words carefully. "Yes, I suppose I should be getting to the point. I, and many of my colleagues, are not particularly thrilled at the idea of helping you clean up this mess, nor are we obligated to. That said, I'm willing to resolve the outside issue for you if you agree to marry my daughter." 

"You want me to do what?" Bakugou blinked, knowing full well what he'd heard but wanting to confirm it.

"Marry my daughter." A slimy, satisfied smile plastered the bastard's face. He turned a photo on his desk for Bakugou to see. "Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero is my best course of action for making sure she is cared for when I'm gone. You see, she's quirkless so she needs someone strong with a good head on his shoulders to take care of her."

Bakugou stared at the photo, the young woman in the picture wasn't terrible looking. Plain, [s/c] skin and simple, [h/c] hair framing a shy face with [e/c] eyes. She didn't look like she would be a bitch, she kind of looked like a nerd. Like damn Deku. He glanced back at her bastard father. What if she was like him? "What happens if I don't marry her?" He had to weigh all his options. Even if she wasn't horrible to look at and had a decent personality, he still wasn't overly fond of marrying a complete stranger.

"Well, let's just say without me to help clean up the mess then you'll likely lose your hero license and any chance at being a hero down the road. No one else will help you, especially if I tell them I tried to help you and you turned me down. Add to that the fact that you aren't exactly equipped with the tools for fixing this mess and your chances at getting everything resolved disappear completely and leave you and your hero career in the dust."

Bakugou stiffened, sparks popping from his hands. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the little explosions going off. " If it helps, you can think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her and take care of her for the deal to be in place. If she doesn't satisfy your needs or neither of you are interested then just get you a little honey to keep on the side."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying having multiple girls to satisfy different needs. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to become the number one hero then he couldn't afford to lose his hero license even if only for a short while. With a defeated sigh he asked, "When do we get married?"

THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART ONE

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, dub con (just in case), body worship, oral + fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, creampie, dacryphilia, just a dash of angst Word Count: 6.5k a/n: I’m not certain how many parts there will be, at least 3, maybe 4.  I wanted to get this part out at least before working on my next collab piece though.

Summary: When your parents arrange for you to wed Bakugou Katsuki, you start to actually fall for the brash hero, but no matter how hard you try to please him, you worry he’ll never feel the same for you, and you come to realize you desperately want him to.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You were getting married.

You were getting married to one, Bakugou Katsuki—the pro hero, Dynamight.

In reality it was a quirk marriage, but no one dared call it that.  Your parents and his insisted it was because they were worried about your prospective love lives, worried that you’d both end up alone if it were left up to you.  They only had your best interests at heart.

You still didn’t know how you felt about it—no, that was a lie—you were terrified.  You’d heard of Bakugou’s famed hot blooded temper and brooding attitude, and you, you were everything he wasn’t.  

You were meek, quiet, clumsy.  Your confidence was nowhere near as high as his.  Even your quirk, in your opinion, wasn’t all that great—even if your parents seemed to think it would match well with his.  

You had no real domestic skills; you were hopeless when it came to cooking or fixing things, and cleaning wasn’t exactly your strong suite, nor had you ever really excelled at your job either.  What could you offer Bakugou other than your quirk… or your body?  You felt like a piece of meat your parents had offered up to the wolves and it wasn’t fair.

Though, it wasn’t like you had many prospects on your own.  This was probably your only chance. 

The intrusive thought twisted your stomach.  Sure, you’d dated before, but nothing really serious.  Nothing that ever progressed farther than a second date or a one night stand.  In your family’s eyes you would soon be a spinster and they acted, pouncing on the marriage offer without even telling you first.

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bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

genre: university/college au, fluff, crack, angst

warnings: swearing, sexual themes, adult stuff in general, jokes about dying, bakugo, slow burn, violence

disc: all pictures i used were found on pinterest and belong to their respective artists! i’ve only watermarked edits i’ve made!

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part one: todoroki shoto step on me

part two: squash me with your biceps

part three: this isn't about you anymore

part four: you can't threaten me with a good time

part five: we don't ice our drinks like pussies

part six: say sike rn

part seven: they're not so nice anymore

part eight: i'll do anything for a spicy man

part nine: payback for puking on my shoes

part ten: teasing and threatening

part eleven: i'll cut you

part twelve: how is he hotter when i'm sober

part thirteen: like some eboy

part fourteen: i don't really care if you're into turtle porn

part fifteen: "what i want shinsou hitoshi for"

part sixteen: bakugo this is not a drill

part seventeen: everybody press the red button

part eighteen: please put the baby aside

part nineteen: you're a menace to society, cupcake

part twenty: i haven't invited you yet babe

part twenty-one: oh

part twenty-two: you don't mean anything to me

part twenty-three: can't a girl crave some ramen

part twenty-four: being a bitch for bitch's sake

part twenty-five: hiding in your rooms like pussies

part twenty-six: what, no cupcake?

part twenty-seven: i’ll break all your teeth

part twenty-eight: i’m not whipped

part twenty-nine: it’s not very baby of you

part thirty: be my girlfriend

part thirty-one: who do you want?

part thirty-two: he says he doesn’t care

part thirty-three: a knife in my bedside drawer

part thirty-four: bubbly fun wheat juice

part thirty-five: can't cut carrots for shit though

part thirty-six: i'm going on a bird hunt

part thirty-seven: get in line bakuhoe (written)

part thirty-eight: don't be the dumbass now, love

part thirty-nine: i think my boyfriend's been kidnapped

bonus part forty: love you too babe

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ leaving y/n a series a voicemails, katsuki regrets not telling her how he truly felt for her.

❝to see you walk away.❞

+ wherever you are by ulrich schnauss

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you have one new voicemail!

"hey... it's... katsuki bakugo. you remember me? that one loud mouth that never knew how to keep his mouth shut, or at least that's what you'd say. always talking back to me like i wouldn't man handle your ass. anyways, yeah, everything seems off.

"... your funerals tomorrow. after a week of you being gone, they're finally putting you in the ground. everyone's acting different. everyone stares at the front door waiting for your grinning face to pop up at any moment. i don't know why, but, i'm also waiting to see your face.

"can i see you tomorrow?"

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"i gave my speech at your funeral. if you were here you'd say it's corny or some sappy shit. i think icy hot got a little mad. you remember him? your devoted little boyfriend. bet if you were here you'd be disappointed in him. he didn't even bother saying anything at your funeral.

"he just... stared at your empty casket. where you're supposed to be. i think he made himself believe that your body was still intact instead of... yeah. he didn't cry like everyone else did, i mean neither did i, but, he was silent. it was weird in a way. i couldn't stand the look in his face.

"do you see me?"

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"we got this new girl. it's eerie, she looks so much like you. half 'n half can't keep his eyes to himself. he thinks she's you. but i know better. she can never be you. she doesn't even reach where you're at. you two are on a completely scale. but you don't reach me.

"it pissed me off when aizawa had her sit in your seat. she probably thinks i like her because i keep staring back there. but it's not her that i'm staring at. it's your desk. because slowly, they're trying to replace you.

"what even pissed me off more, was when your dorm room, that used to be empty, was now occupied. for the new lousy american bitch. they're slowly getting rid of you. they're slowly getting rid of our memories.

"can you tell that i'll never get rid of you?"

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"aizawa can tell i've been slacking off. i can hear your sarcastic voice already saying, 'what, the katsuki bakugo, slacking off?'. he's trying to get us back into shape, not let another... mistake... happen again. but i can tell it's hard for him to. with his leg missing and his eye missing.

"i— this may sound corny, but, i kinda miss seeing your stupid face. i miss you talking back to me. did i tell you that the new girl talks back to me as well? i think she's trying to be you. the group, shitty hair, pink face, dunce face, and elbow guy don't like her.

"they said she's trying to be like you. i see it. i agree with them. she is trying to be like you. she's decorated her dorm room like yours. she even has that same poster from your favorite band. my instincts are telling me that your parents had left it by mistake and she took for herself.

"do you miss seeing my stupid face?"

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"i still come see your grave. i leave your favorite flowers. shitty hair told me to stop seeing you. that i need to move on and focus on my career. but how can i move on when i all i think about is you? yea, you're right, i am being soft.

"but if i had told you how i felt about you, you'd probably laugh in my face. it's why i never told you about how i felt. because i was afraid you'd reject me. i didn't want to look like a fucking idiot.

"but then i remember the way you would stare at me. the way i would catch you looking at me when you thought i wasn't looking. i know you know how i felt about you. and it hurts, because you never said anything.

"can i see you in my dreams like i do every other night?"

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"okay, don't get mad. yes, it has been a two weeks, but that's because the old hag took my phone away. she say's that you being gone has mess me up. i don't think so. she say's i need to get out there more. but she doesn't understand.

"don't get mad. i may or may have not kicked icy hots ass. before i hear you yelling at me, just listen. he took that american girl on a date. they're dating. how unfaithful is he. while everyone was congratulating him, i glared at him. how could he do this to you? if you were with me, i wouldn't do that. i would never move on.

"i told him off. shitty hair and elbow guy had to stop me from doing more damage. he just stood there and took it. i think he also knows that i liked you. 'liked'... i don't know what i'm doing, y/n.

"do you think you can tell me that everything is going to be okay?"

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"do you remember when that day i went knocking on your dorm? i had told you to turn of your shitty music because i could hear it from my dorm. but that wasn't true. i didn't come knocking at your door because of your music. hell, i couldn't even hear it.

"i knocked because i wanted to hear your ugly voice. i was also scared. ever since i got kidnapped by the league of villains. you comforted me and told me everything was going to be okay.

"then we stayed up talking about the randomness shit ever. and then you told me your secret. it looked like you didn't care when you pulled me down to your bed and covered me with your blanket. we huddled up so close, that i swear you could feel the heat radiating off my cheecks.

"can we do that again when i see you?"

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"everyone forgot about you. even your boyfriend, scratch that, your ex. no one calls your name out, no one mentions you anymore, the posters on the walls are no longer there. they completely gotten rid of you. it hurts. so, so bad.

"shitty hair wants me to go to therapy. i don't know. he's funny. he can tell i'm still clinging onto you. he catches me looking at photos of you. he got upset when he found the confession letter that i have planned on giving you.

"he says it's not healthy. he sounds like deku. oh, yeah, you remember deku? ever since he disappeared and came back, our relationship has gotten better. i think he feels guilty of you dying. we don't argue as much. you got your wish.

"do you think if i accomplish all your wishes i get to see you again?"

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"you know what sucks, n/n. is that your selfish ass left me all alone before i even got to tell you how i felt. you are so selfish to save some random civilian knowing you would get killed in the process. you saw it coming. why did you push me away!?

"... what sucks even more... is that your own family killed you. he knew and yet he still did it. yeah, if you're wondering, i kept your secret. i'm kinda glad you told me it, it was the only thing keeping me closer to you. you trusted me.

"can you tell me if you're okay wherever you are?"

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"be honest with me. and no fucking jokes. if you weren't with that bastard and if you never felt any feelings for him, would you have accepted my feelings? a part of me tells me that you wouldn't, because i'm harsh and rude.

"but another part says that you would have, because as you said it yourself, you didn't mind my attitude. you said it's what made me, me. i think that's why i was so drawn towards you. you accepted me for who i was and never once tried to change me.

"it's why i fell so hard for you. it's why i call you at midnight when i'm having panic attacks. your voice calms me down. yeah, okay, you can laugh. i'd do anything to hear your voice one more time. call me a big fucking softy.

"do you want to hear me say those three words?"

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"i came across your parents house the other night. ... i had a dream of you. you were sitting on your front porch, smiling up at me as you offered my hand. you were talking but i couldn't hear you. you sounded distant. then the next thing i know, you kissed me.

"maybe dunce face is right. i am down bad for you. he would always say that when you walked by and i'd always glance at you. he doesn't say it anymore and a part of me wishes for him to say it. he avoids your name like the black plague.

"i hope your family has moved on."

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"can i see you tomorrow? do you see me? can you tell that i'll never get rid of you? do you miss seeing my stupid face? can i see you in my dreams like i do every other night? do you think you can tell me that everything is going to be okay? can we do that again when i see you? do you think if i accomplish all your wishes i get to see you again? can you tell me if you're okay wherever you are?

"do you want to hear me say those three words?"

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"i don't know when your parents are gonna stop your phone services. so, before they do that, i want to let you know that... i, i love you. i know it's to late for me, but if you got a second chance i wouldn't hesitate to say those three fucking words.

"i wouldn't even care if anybody was around. i love you, y/n. i always have, since the first day i laid my eyes on you. i will always love you no matter where you are. i'm glad i got to met you. i'm glad you had bumped into me and talked back to me.

"i love you, y/n. i will always fucking love you."

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i'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. please dial back again to make sure you have entered the right number. goodbye.