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[chisakidream]

BATHROOM FUN | Roronoa Zoro

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, mean!zoro, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, edging, slight degradation, spitting, aftercare(?), established relationship, english is not my first language.

word count: 1,312

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The ship docked on an island and you decided to explore the island with Zoro. He declined at first and said that he’d rather have some peaceful sleep, but of course you wouldn’t give up without a fight. After some begging and a bunch of reasonable arguments on why he should go out, he gave in. During your walk, you were hugging his arm the whole time. You were wearing a tight t-shirt and a skirt. The thing is, your breast is squeezed against his arm. You were saying something on the whole walk but he just nodded mindlessly, getting distracted, and sneaking glances on your breast.

And now here you are, in the bathroom of some random store that your boyfriend dragged you into. Your skirt rolled up around your waist, hair all over the place. His strong hand holds your hips while the other hand covers your mouth to stop you from making too much noise. Your back against his muscular chest, you are flushed between your fully clothed boyfriend and the bathroom stall. Your eyes roll back as he trusts repeatedly into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet center echoing the room. His face is on your neck, sucking and marking your neck.

A hand that was on your hips moved to your overstimulated clit. He rubs your clit and leaves you a writhing mess. He keeps a quick pace, slams into you with his brutal thrusts. You let out a loud moan, feeling overstimulated. He stops his thrust, the hand on your mouth leaves and moves to your neck. He grabs you close to him by your neck, his jaw clenched.

"What did I just fucking say?" His irritated gaze meets you. He had told you to keep quiet because they're in a public place and somebody might hear them. But he's been pounding you for half an hour and you're already on your third orgasm, so it's impossible to stay quiet anymore.

"Ugh.. too much. Can't take it." You let out a whine, tears in your eyes, struggling against his hard grip on your neck.

"Well, I don't fucking care." He continues his thrust, harder and more rough than the last time. You cry out from the overstimulation, you feel another release is coming.

As you're about to reach your climax, he slows down his thrust then stops. You let out a whine when he pulls out of you. But before you can say another word, he sits on the toilet lid while dragging you with him so that now you're sitting on his lap.

Instead of putting himself back inside you, he holds your hips with both of his hands, moving your hips back and forth so that you're grinding on his thigh. You whimper at the feeling of your bare cunt making contact with his bare thigh. You begin to roll your hips against his thigh, desperately. He relaxes his hands on your hips, stops guiding you as you begin to find your rhythm.

Both of your hands find they're way around his neck. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted, head pointing to the ceiling. Cute. He thought to himself. He catches you off guard when he roughly grabs you toward him by your neck. He smashes his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to keep up with his sloppy and rough kiss. One of his hands wanders to your ass while his other hand is on your breast, squeezing it through your crumpled t-shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss, making you whine. He let out a throaty chuckle, "Pathetic." He keeps his hand on your breast, teasing your hard nipple through the fabric. You let out a moan, still grinding on his thigh with your juices all over his thigh. At this point, the both of you don't care anymore if somebody hears you.

You grind faster against his thigh as you feel that you're getting close. But before you could release, he grabs your hips, stopping your movements. You look up at him with frustrated tears in your eyes, whining. "Please." You cried out.

Strands of your hair stuck to your face with thin sweat. He put your hair back in its place. He leans in to kiss your cheek. "Please what, baby?" He moves to your neck, kissing it and sucking it. "Hm?"

"Please." You whimper desperately. "Please let me cum." Your voice cracks, a tear rolls down your cheek.

He then smashes his lips against your as he puts his hands on your ass to pick you up. You put your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling. He slams you against the bathroom stall, you let out a moan into the kiss.

Still kissing you, he grabs his still hard length, giving it a few pumps before guiding it towards your entrance. He rubs the tip along your slit, making you moan in pleasure. He breaks the kiss, then you feel his tip easing its way into you as the both of you let out a moan. He's staring at your face, the way your face scrunches in pleasure, the way you let out a breathy moan. He swears he could've cum right there right then.

He pulls his hips back slowly, letting his tip out of you. Then he pushes it back into you slowly only for him to pull out of you again. You were so desperate for him, and about to snap at him. But when you were about to say something, he slams his entire length inside you.

"Ah!" You gasp. You grasp into his forearm as he roughly pounds into you, giving you no time to adjust. Choked whimpers escape your mouth. The sound of him pounding into your wetness fills the room.

With every thrust, your back slams against the stall. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open. He spits into your mouth. Without being ordered, you swallow. He smiles proudly then puts his lips on yours. Kissing you with his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, he groans then buries his face on your neck. His thrust is ruthless, his tip hits your cervix every time he pounds into you. Your toes curl in pleasure.

Your wetness is covering his length. You feel yourself getting close, he can feel it too. He fastens his thrust. You cry out his name, your legs twitching. He looks into your eyes with one hand around your waist and the other beside your head.

You look up into his eyes with a desperate expression on your face. Silently begging him to let you cum. He catches what you're trying to say. "Go on." He orders you and you instantly give in. You let out a scream of pleasure. Not long after that, he releases himself inside you, filling you up.

Still inside you, he rests his forehead against your neck while you lean your head against the wall. The both of you are breathing heavily. You can feel his cum leaking out of you, dripping to the floor.

After a few moments, he raises his head to meet your gaze. He smiles at you, with a smile that warms your heart. You smile back at him tiredly. He moves the strands of your hair that are stuck to your face. "You okay?" He asks. You can't help but blush really hard at his softness. You nod, telling him that you're okay. He gives you a peck on the lips before putting you down on your feet.

He helps you clean the mess he made between your thighs, then he helps you put on your clothes back (although you never really take it off) and fix your hair before the both of you make your way out.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[chisakidream]

Wrong Choice, Right Answer —꒱

Synopsis: Teasing Law so he can f*ck you better.

CW: afab!reader, choking, hair pulling, reader is a little shit, angry law fucks the slutty attitude out of you, he insults you but you love it, he smacks tf out of your ass while humiliating you 🤷‍♂️

Inked fingers wrapped around your throat, Law’s hand tightens to squeeze your neck briefly, his hips violently slamming into you. Anger and jealousy laced the air as you gaze upon him with tear filled eyes, the way his brows were knitted together and the corners of his lips bent downwards into a frown; it made your cunt pulsate. 

Law could see the subtle smirk that teased on your lips, he sucked on his teeth loudly as he picked up the pace. He pounds harder and harder until your cocky little smirk is gone, only gasping heavy moans while your hands frantically search for something to hold so you can ground yourself down. You gripped his forearm with all your strength, eyes dipping behind your skull as drool seeped past your lips. 

“Try smirking like that again and I’ll break you,” he growls against your ear, bringing his unoccupied hand to grab a handful of your chest.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Law whispers. The hand around your neck pulls you, forcing you to sit up, his other arm moving to wrap around you to hold you from falling. Law’s lips caress your own, but he pushes you back when you lean to kiss him; refusing to let you have what you mostly craved. 

“Law, please,” you whimper, reaching for his shoulders to attempt moving closer. Although, the iron grip on your throat was making it harder to move, harder to breathe, and harder to hate. You could feel the way your heat pooled more, and more, drenching his cock with your shimmering essence as he practically shoved you back into the mattress. 

Law pulls out, his harsh hands grabbing your hips to flip you to your front side as he hoists your ass up, and pushes your face down when you try to move to face him. 

“Whores don’t deserve to be held or kissed,” he plunges his dripping cock back into your cunt. 

He so badly wanted to see the fucked out expression you had, but you needed to learn your lesson to not fuck around just to make him jealous. 

“Why are you such a slut?” His hand lifts in the air before coming down to harshly slap your asscheek, causing you to yelp. “Zoro-kun can you help with my shirt straps?” Law mocks your tone from previous things he heard you asking from strawhats. His hand harshly connects with your ass, again. “Sanji-kun, can you fix my shoelace, my skirt is too small?” He slaps again. “What were you exactly trying to do? Make me jealous and get away with it?” Law growls, his hands squishing handfuls of your ass to spread your cheeks apart as he watches the way your pussy ardently sucked him in. 

“Are you gonna apologize or keep moaning like a bitch?” Law grabs your hair, forcing you against his chest as an arm snaked under breasts to hold you. 

“Ah law! Please fuck me dumb! Is my dick all you can think about, slut?” He growls, biting your earlobe hard enough to make you squeal in pain. 

“Yeah! I love your cock so much, Law!” You exclaim, smiling drunkenly at the way his cock twitches inside your cunt. 

“Yeah? If you love it so much, then why don’t you fuck yourself on it.” Law’s hold loosens; dropping face first into the mattress. His movement halts as he watches you struggling to move on all fours, you whine pathetically when you realize that you have to do all the work now. “Go on,” Law says, sending a hand to smack your ass. 

You began moving, shakily fucking yourself on his cock, the bulge in your lower abdomen visible to you when you drop your head to watch where you both connect. Teasingly taking your time with sliding yourself down his cock, you knew he didn’t like it that way, but you continued doing it. 

Law throws his back to hiss a groan through his teeth, you were too fucking slow for his liking, he knew you were purposely doing it to annoy him even more. Just so he can fuck you.  

“What a bitch you are today,” he sharply states. 

The angry hold on your hips might as well have left new bruises to form as he fucks you mercilessly, panting and groaning at the way you clench and flutter around him at the insults he breathlessly threw at you. 

“Law, I’m gonna-!” 

“Hold it,” he demands. 

“I ca…n’t! Please Law, let me!” You plead loudly. 

“Fucking hold it and shut up.” Law’s fingers dive into the flesh of your hips, he pushes you further into the bed until your face squish between the broken foam. The taught grip of his hand around your nape forces you to stay bent in a way that will have your back sore the next morning. 

Tears streamed down your face, it was painful to hold your orgasm, but you tried your hardest to not fall apart under him. You could feel it, the way your stomach churns painfully, the way your walls close up around him suffocatingly, and the way his endlessly merciless thrusts were becoming quicker with a desperate need for that dreamy relieving sensation. 

“You’re going to break my dick if you keep squeezing like that,” Law hisses. The bulbous head pressing deep within your cunt for a harsh groan ripples from his chest as he releases his thick load to fill you until you’re leaking with his semen. 

“Please! Law!” You scream against the messy sheets. “I’m sorry, I swear I am! I won’t d-do it again! Plea…se.” Sobbing, you dug your teeth into the mattress. Your body violently trembling from the painful stimulation of having his cock slowly dragging along your now extra sensitive walls, you miserably struggled to hold it as he demanded you to do so. 

“You’re sorry?” Law asks.

“Yes!” 

“Hm. Why did it take you so long to apologize?” His hips roll gently, overstimulated cock throbbing and twitching with faint pain. 

“Because…” your cunt clenches, “I love how you fuck me when you’re angry,” you heavily breathe out, hips stuttering.

“When will you ever not be a needy whore.” Law’s hands moved to the front of your thighs, pulling you back a little as he began to pick up the pace, once again. “Cum then.”

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[chisakidream]

Reblog this if you want Dabi to slut you out.

[chisakidream]

Body Swap

You have an idea for you and Law to try out in the bedroom, and by some miracle he agrees.

Warnings: NSFW, misuse of devil fruit, kind of bottom Law? also some humor. I’ve been thinking about this idea for weeks lol

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

[chisakidream]

Bully!Dabi

AN: Okay this is a repost. I apologize, I was having some technical issues. Everything should be all good now. This is something I wrote a SUPER long time ago and has been sitting in my notes for forever.

warnings: gn!reader, bad grammar and spelling, under-case on purpose, bullying (obviously), dabi is toxic, mentions of puke, alcohol consumption, pretty sfw, barely romantic tbh

-makes you carry his books and his bookbag

-will trip you up in the halls

-doesn't let his other friends pick on you. you're his only

-tells you to go away once you get to his class cause he doesn't wanna be seen with you

-sometimes makes you sit with all his friends at lunch to make you uncomfortable but actually just wants to sit with you

-will corner you in closets or empty halls/classrooms and will tease you by whispering in your ear or staring into your eyes until you cower away or hide your face. then he'll just leave you there

-if his friends go somewhere after school he won't join them, he'll walk home with you instead

-makes you do literally all of his schoolwork

-will give you absolute hell the next day if you miss school but secretly just misses you

-will force you to go to parties cause he knows you'll hate it.

you were all alone. dabi had dragged you to this god awful party purely to torture you and then ditched you, but you didn't expect any less from him. you should leave. just walk yourself home. but you were too scared. it felt like he always had eyes on you. like he would know if you left early. so you stayed. everyone there gave you weird looks the whole time. they rarely ever saw you outside of class. you didn't care about them staring though. you tuned out everything at the party and just waited for it to end.

as you were standing alone in a hallway, you saw dabi come stumbling your way. he was absolutely shit faced. right before he fell to the ground, he grabbed onto your shoulders to steady himself. he was breathing heavily, his face flushed and turned towards the floor. he looked up at you through spiky bangs. you looked back at him. it was different from all the times he had cornered you. this look wasn't teasing or challenging. it was.... longing almost. he looked at you as if he wanted to say something...

"y...y/n..."

you leaned in closer.

"gonna puke."

jesus christ.

you rushed him to the closest bathroom and shoved him into the floor, a little harder than you probably had to. he slammed the lid open. you almost left him there, but decided to take mercy on the young boy who showed more and more scars everyday. you held his hair back and out of his face until he was done. you gave him plenty of water and rubbed his back.

"are you okay now?"

he looked up at you with bleary eyes. he smirked. then he was giggling until his giggles turned into full on laughter. you didn't know what was so funny, but his barking laughter was so contagious.

You supposed it was funny to find yourself here, like this, with him.

later on you ended up walking dabi home with an arm around his waist to make sure he didn't fall. it was hard sneaking him inside and getting his shoes off. you had never seen his house before. once you finally got him in his own bed, he seemed to knock out as soon as he hit the pillow. you looked at him for a while. you didn't understand him. you didn't think he hated you, but he could also seem so cruel at times. you enjoyed his company tonight though. as you quietly stood to leave you heard him whisper your name. "thank you.." you didn't respond. you would see him at school on Monday.

[chisakidream]

smash or pass? - law x reader

3,134 words | afab reader, no pronouns but “good girl” and “girlfriend” are used | nsfw

cw: angst, jealous law, rough fuck, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, dacryphilia

summary: “Look at you, you’re a fucking mess,” he taunted, laughing to himself. “I want you to remember who has you stupid on his cock like this whenever you go thinking about fucking some other guy.”

a/n: i posted this on ao3 a little while ago and it’s doing very well. i’m shocked ???!? i hope you guys like it as well. comments are always appreciated <3

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“Smash or pass?”

Shachi had laid out the most recent bounty posters across the metal lunch table in the kitchen of the Polar Tang and the Heart Pirates crowded over them excitedly. He pulled up the poster of some gorgeous red-headed pirate you’d never heard of and held it up to Penguin across the table.

“Smash, for sure,” he responded without missing a beat.

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࿔ 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 ⚓️

+ roronoa zoro x f!reader | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

+ mating press, doggy/ass down face up, teasing, semi-public, overstimulation, squirting, sword play kind of? it’s sheathed, creampie, masturbation (both), miiild orgasm denial, jealousy | wc: 2K

+ summary: zoro has been awfully distant, so what better way to get him to fuck you than to flaunt a tiny dress in front of the straw hats?

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two times he said he loved you; the one time he didn’t

katsuki bakugou x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, swearing

A/N: its my first time writing again in a very long time, i’m sorry if it sucks and there’s mistakes

i.  he meant it with his whole heart

“I’m in love with you.”

He was acting weird right now. You couldn’t figure out what it was but something about him seemed so off right now. He didn’t have his usual glare on his face, he was unusually calm. He hadn’t talked much since he came into your dorm room, demanding you two study together so “you two can keep each other on track.” but you guys study together all the time, why did he need an excuse now? When you sneaked a glance over at him you were expecting to see him writing down notes from the textbook but instead you were met with crimson eyes looking right back at you. “What is it?” You asked him, wondering why he was looking at you, not his textbook. “Just making sure you’re studying, idiot.” He mumbled looking back down towards his book, he almost let it slip that time. He needed to watch what he said before he ruined what you guys had. He needed you now more than ever by his side. The League kidnapping him, All Might retiring, failing the provisional licensing exam, he feels this huge cloud of negativity over him that he can’t seem to get rid of. It only leaves when you’re with him, even if it’s only for a little bit, every second he spent with you left him wanting more. You changed him, he knew that, your classmates knew that, even his parents knew that but you, you hadn’t noticed the softer looks he gave you when you were deep into a conversation with Ashido, you never noticed all the times he covered you with your blanket when you fell asleep while you were studying, you never noticed how he always yelled at Kirishima, Sero, Ashido, or Kaminari if they tried to sit next to him in the cafeteria, insisting that the seat was for you and only you, you never noticed how when you guys walked down the street he was always made sure he was the one closest to the road, you never noticed the little things that you changed about him. He remembers his mom barging into his room one day when he was home for the weekend, demanding him to tell her why he had been acting so weird lately. For once, he didn’t yell at her, he just sat at the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. Mitsuki knew there was something wrong with her son, and she was going to get to the bottom of it right then and there. “I don’t know” He whispers, his mind racing with thoughts of you, did he love you? Or did he just enjoy your presence the most out of everyone? Yea, maybe it was just that. But why does he feel the need to make sure you got enough sleep the night before, or to make sure you text him when you got back to the dorm safely if he stayed back to train with Kirishima? Why did he always want to be the reason you smile everyday? Fuck, he just wanted to hold you so close, so tightly, he just wanted to protect you from everything. Every thought that came into his head he spit out to his mother while she rubbed his back comfortingly, with the sickest smirk on her face. After Mitsuki was confident he was done talking, she snickered for a second, “Katsuki, you’re in love.” That night was the first night in a long time that he didn’t argue with his mother, instead they talked for hours about you, what you looked like, what your quirk was, anything Bakugou could think of about you, he told his mom. Every word they exchanged that night, the only ones that stuck in his head wore the last ones his mom spoke to him before she went to bed for the night. “You never know Katsuki, she could be sitting in her room right now, with her mom, having the same exact conversation about you, but you won’t know unless you say something.” That’s what led him to this moment. Sitting here with you, in your dorm, staring at you. He swore to himself he wasn’t gonna tell you just yet but fuck, he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut. You were so beautiful, even in your pajamas with textbooks and notebooks all around you, hair pulled away from your face. He could see every feature of your face, every blemish, every spot, every freckle, and he loved it so much. He didn’t even hear or feel the words come out of his mouth. “I’m in love with you.”

ii. he only meant it a little bit  

“Yea, love you too.”

Sometimes you thought Bakugou didn’t love you anymore. Sometimes you guys would part ways in the morning to patrol your respective ends of the city and you wouldn’t hear from him until you guys got home at the end of the night. Even then, when you would ask him what he wanted for dinner he would just mutter an excuse that he already ate with Kirishima or he wasn’t hungry and to just eat what you wanted while he went right to bed. Other times he would make sure he got the same day off you did so you guys could have a day together for yourselves. On those days you would just stay at home and relax on the couch together, holding each other close while you watched some random movie that was sure to become background noise soon. You loved those days so much, he made you feel loved again, he made you feel wanted again. The way he would hold you close and kiss you always made thoughts race through your mind. How could he treat you like this one day but then like your presence disgusts him the next? Were you too clingy sometimes and he hated it? Did you say the wrong thing to him and you hadn’t noticed? There’s no way, this is Katsuki Bakugou you’re talking about here, if you said one wrong thing to him he would have absolutely blown up on you, whether it was Kirishima, his mom, or even you. Bakugou hated himself sometimes. He hated himself for the way he would treat you sometimes, you didn’t deserve it all but jesus christ you were so annoying sometimes. Why couldn’t you just leave him alone sometimes? Just for a little bit he wanted time to himself. Sometimes he wondered if he even loved you anymore and he’s only stayed for so long because this is all he knows? You guys got together in high school and it’s been 6 years. All he’s ever known is going home to your shared house together after his day at work and having dinner together and repeating it all again tomorrow. He was comfortable, Bakugou was comfortable with the life he had made with you, getting up and leaving now would be foolish. He has a nice house and a beautiful girlfriend, you both make great money being in the top 5 of Pro Heros. How could he complain? He didn’t know what it was, so here he was again, sitting in his childhood bedroom, on the edge of his bed with his mom. “Am I a bad person?” He asks in hopes of his mom telling him how to fix all this. “No, Katsuki, you’re not a bad person, you’re just confused that’s all. You love her, you know you do, you just need to have a talk with her about what’s bothering you.” She told him, praying he listens to her for once. All Bakugou did was nod and stand up to make his way home. As he made his way out the front door, all Mitsuki could think was that he would make the right decision. He didn’t, in fact he did the complete opposite, he didn’t bring it up to you at all and kept his mouth shut. He told himself that he didn’t need to talk with you and that he could just fix it himself by trying to be better. Clearly you still loved him if you were still here right? You were a strong woman and if you didn’t like something or felt uncomfortable in any type of way you always told him, and you haven’t said anything to him. So to Bakugou that was a good sign. Now here you are getting ready to leave the house for a girls day with your old classmates from 1-A. You looked over at Bakugou as you were slipping on your shoes. “I’ll be home around 9 if you want to watch a movie when I get back.” You tell him, standing up straighter. “I gotta work tomorrow, you know this.” He grumbles out not even looking over at you. “Oh right, I’m sorry, I thought we both had 2 days off this week.” You tell him, hoping he would just look at you at least once. “Well you thought wrong.” Please Bakugou, just look once. You shake his rude comments off and try to lighten the mood before you walk out the door. “You like my outfit? It's orange and black like your hero costume.” You sweetly smiled towards him. It doesn’t even have to be direct eye contact, just look in your general direction at least. “Yea it’s cute.” Not one look. A honk outside disrupts what you were about to say, letting you know Mina was outside. “I’ll be back later. I love you.” You say turning around not waiting for him to look up at you anymore. With your back turned, all you heard was a mumbled “yea, love you too” and walked out the door. You missed him finally over towards you, looking at your outfit, taking in the colors that resembled his hero costume and how beautiful your hair looked but the biggest thing that stood out to him was the slump of shoulders and your head hung low. Fuck, he did again. He needed to try harder and stop being an idiot. 

iii. he didn’t say it at all

“I’m so sorry.”

Bakugou was trying, he swears he was. He sat up at night thinking, he loved you, he did with his whole heart. Things were finally getting better between you two, you both took a week long vacation to relax with each other and reconnect as a couple. You two had so much fun in the house together, you guys cooked so much food for each other, after years of begging, Bakugou finally let you put a face mask on him, he even let you put on his gauntlets, only for a second though, they were heavy and he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. You both had been back at work for a few days now and everything was going by smoothly, you both had managed to come home for 3 days straight without a single scratch on either one of you. For Katsuki Bakugou that was never good, something was bound to happen, nothing in his life ever went this smoothly for so long. He didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t going to be good. You guys lay in bed that night, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You felt so much better than you did a few weeks ago. Whatever thoughts you had about Bakugou, clearly you were wrong, he did love you, he was just going through a rough time you guess. Everything felt okay again and you were so relieved and happy. The next day Bakugou was just having a really shitty day, he swears it was just a bad day. The second he began his patrol some punks were causing trouble and one of them had managed to punch him in the face good. Then when he was about to go on his lunch break, he realized he left his debit card home. When he made it back to his office to grab some spare cash from his desk, he saw you standing in by the window looking out into the city. “What did I say about coming into my office with giving me a heads up?” He growled towards you, making you turn towards him. “I’m sorry, I heard about those little shits from earlier and no one helped you, are you okay?” You walked over to him looking at his busted lip. He moves his head aside to avoid your hand coming in contact with his jaw. “Just get the fuck out and go to your end of the city, I want to be left alone right now!” He yells at you, staring daggers right at you. You sigh and sadly smile up at him before moving towards the door to leave. You turn towards him one more time with your hand on the doorknob, “Cheer up a little, at least you’re not dead,” He didn’t reply but you expected that. “I’ll see you at home, I love you, Katsuki.” what you didn’t expect was for him to not reply to that. He completely ignored you, threw his gauntlets down onto the ground and plopped down into his office chair. You walked out of his agency trying to ignore what just happened and carry on with your day. It was just a bad day, everybody has them, but shit, were Bakugou’s bad days the worst. You didn’t dwell on it long, knowing that he was just having a shit day and he would be fine by the time you guys got home, you got back to your part of the city to continue your patrol. With just an hour left of your shift, everything went downhill. Just as you turned the corner on a street you heard a scream behind you, turning around you jumped into action. At 4:46 Bakugou’s side kick came bursting into his office, “Ground Zero, we need to get downtown as quickly as possible, there's been a villain attack and it’s getting out of control, the police have called for all heros in the surrounding areas to report down there as quickly as possible.” Downtown. That's where you were. He picks up his gauntlets and throws them on and runs out of his agency with his sidekick closely behind. He needed to make sure you were safe, no, he knew you were safe and you were kicking that villain's ass. But the police said it was getting out of control. Something clearly is wrong. Katsuki, shut up and stop thinking like that. You’re okay he knows you’re okay, you're the strongest person he knows. His mind was racing a million miles a second and he didn’t know what to expect as he finally made it to the scene. Everything was in shambles, the buildings around were destroyed, cars were smashed, light posts were knocked over, but it was silent. He thought they needed help? He looked around and saw the faces of civilians and heros, all with the same expression. Sadness. What the fuck is going on? As he looked around more hoping to catch your face, he noticed Kirishima running towards him. “What happened? I thought they needed our help!” Bakugou shouts, throwing his hands in the air. “Midoriya, got here just as the call was put out for the rest of the heros to come, he handled it quickly,” Kirishima murmured to him avoiding looking Bakugou in the eyes, why did he have to be the one to tell Bakugou? “Bakugou you need to come with me, man away from everyone.” This was getting worse and worse by the second and it was pissing Bakugou off. Where the fuck were you? Kirishima led him away from the crowd and towards a group of police officers standing on the sidewalk away from the crowd. “Kirishima, you better tell me what's going on before I blow you to pieces.” He growls as they get closer and closer to the police officers. He noticed they were standing in a straight line shoulder to shoulder, almost as if they were trying to block something from the civilians' sight. One of the officers turns around and Bakugou immediately recognizes him as the chief of police. Kirishima stopped in his tracks and placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder and dropped his gaze to the ground, “Bakugou, please promise me you won’t lose your shit and blow this entire place up.” Kirishima says finally looking up at him, Bakugou notices the tears in his eyes and the tremble in his lip. Bakugou looks over at the police once more and notices the faint colors of blue, purple and white on the ground. Those were the colors of your hero costume. In that second it all clicked in Bakugou’s head. Without thinking he sprints towards the officers pusing every single one at the way, he looks down and his worst nightmare has come true. There you laid, on the ground, motionless, covered in your own blood. Bakugou has had this dream many times in his life but not once did he ever think it would become true. He drops to the ground and immediately grabs your face, “Please wake up, WAKE UP” He sobs into your chest, still not letting go of either side of your face. This has to be some sick joke, you’re not dead. He doesn’t care about the blood that is now on his face or his tears dripping down onto your cheeks. He feels a hand on his back and someone crouch down next to him. He doesn’t need to look to know its Kirishima, “I'm sorry Bakugou.” Bakugou walks through the front door of your home and drops his gauntlets and takes his boots off. He goes straight to your shared room and stands in the middle of the room. It still smells faintly of your perfume, something Bakugou always hated because it made him smell like that. But this time he didn’t care at all, he wanted the room to smell like this forever. He reached into his pocket and pulled out your hero card, staring at your picture on the ID, your smile so bright and happy. You were so happy back then. He could feel the tears beginning to fill his eyes again but he didn’t try to stop them from falling this time. He hated himself so much right now, he couldn’t believe those were the last words he said to you. He was a piece of shit, he was sure of it. The sobs raked through his body as he clutched your ID card, he didn’t even tell you he loved you back. You died thinking he didn’t love you. How could he live with that? He loved you with his whole heart, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. You two were supposed to grow old together, have kids, watch them have kids and be the cool grandparents that totally let them eat candy even though their parents didn't let them. Why did he have to tell her leave? If you stayed at the office for just a little longer none of this would have happened. He drops to his knees in front of the nightstand and places your hero card perfectly straight onto it and opens the drawer, he pulls out a small black box and opens it. Bakugou breaks down into more tears when he lays his eyes on the diamond rings that lay in it. He places the box right next to the ID card and drops his head down. “I’m so sorry.” He sobs as he climbs into the bed and lays on your side hugging your pillow. This time around, it was Mitsuki in his home, sitting on the edge of her son and girlfriend's bed, rubbing Bakugou’s back as he lay in the bed still clutching your pillow to his chest. She tried to hold her tears in as she watched her son break down. You were the one for him. Everyone knew that.

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OH?

HELLO

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I’m going to break the status quo.

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Nejire-chan ๑♡°◌̊

+ Bonus ~

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Wow, what a king.

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Boku no Hero Academia || Suneater (Tamaki Amajiki) Episode 68

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Boku no Hero Academia the Movie Heroes: Rising »» 12.20 ROADSHOW

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And history obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes. Animatic Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7NfJ0JXLvc

Song/Lyrics From Hamilton- Lin Manuel Miranda

[I got the idea today to turn this into a comic, I’m still really proud of it so I figured it’d be a good excersize~ I wanna make more comics sometime~ Sorry to re-open the wound for people who’ve already seen it :’) This isn’t in the manga btw, so that people don’t think theyve been spoiled]

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Aizawa Shouta | My Hero Academia Vigilantes Ch. 61

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today i offer you nothing but this dumb sketch, bone apple teeth