#I’m not even gonna tag the UAs in this

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nsfw alphabet || katsuki bakugou

tags: aged up katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, nsfw alphabet

cw: HEAVY nsfw [obvi], mention of bodily fluids, slight bdsm themes??, sexual positions and scenarios

a/n: holy shit you guys???? 1k notes on my “your birthday party” bakugou scenario??? i’m so blown away. you’re all so amazing and i hope you know how deeply appreciated you are.🥹 to celebrate, here’s an nsfw alphabet for our favorite boom boy.

a is for aftercare (what they're like after sex)

katsuki is so incredibly attentive after sex. he’ll bring you a glass of water and a warm wash cloth, clean you up, and then he’ll pull you into his arms so the two of you can go to sleep.

b is for body part (their favorite body part on their partner)

he’s an ass man, through and through. he’s always touching your ass: slapping or pinching it as you walk past, hand in your back pocket when you’re out in public, sneaking his fingers up your dress while you two stand in the corner of a crowded elevator. he can’t get enough of watching your cheeks get red from his blatant teasing.

c is for cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if he’s not cumming inside you, he’s cumming on you. he loves making a mess of you. he treats it like marking his territory, covering your face with it and taking pictures of you like that. [he doesn’t share them with anyone, obviously, he just pulls them out and shows them to you anytime you think you can outdo his attitude. “you keep talking to me like that and you’re gonna end up on your knees looking like this again, pretty girl. shut your mouth.”]

d is for dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

no one knows how you and bakugou really met. your story is always “oh, we reunited at a conference a couple years back and just clicked!” but that is complete, utter bullshit. you’ve been friends with benefits since just after your graduation from ua. the two of you caught feelings, HARD, and decided you needed more.

e is for experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

does he know what he’s doing? he genuinely might tie you to the bed if you ask him that question face to face. even if he’s not experienced, he’s a quick learner. the second he finds that spot that has your eyes rolling back, he’s absolutely abusing it until you’re a stuttering, drooling, mindless mess underneath him.

f is for favorite position (this goes without saying)

bakugou can’t stand to not look at your face while he’s fucking you. he wants to see every expression and gauge every little reaction you have to him. he hikes your knees over his shoulders and practically folds you in half, nose to nose, hands in your hair to pull your face closer to his, “eyes on me, babygirl,” “if you close your eyes again i’m stopping”.

g is for goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bedroom bakugou is always. all. business. he’s not messing around. he has one goal — make you cum as many times as possible, and then take care of himself with your body.

h is for hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s thick and just slightly darker than his hair. he keeps it trimmed and neat for you, but if you didn’t ask for it, he would rather let it do what it does without a care in the world.

i is for intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he always reassures you before. [“you know i love you, right, mamas?”] but during… oh boy. [“‘cause i’m about to fuck you like i hate you.”]

j is for jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to, when you two would have to go weeks between seeing each other. but now that you sleep in the same bed every night, he doesn’t have to.

k is for kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s dominant, no questions asked. and he loves brats. it riles him up when you go to an event together and catch an attitude with him. he’ll fuck it out of you the second you get back home. if your attitude is really bad, he’s dragging you to a secluded guest room to put you on your knees.

l is for location (favorite places to do the do)

any- and everywhere. he’s sliding a hand up your skirt under tables, sitting you on his lap whenever possible, pulling you into a closet or kitchen to pin you against the wall or push you down on your knees.

m is for motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your attitude is his biggest turn on. when you start mouthing off to him, he knows what you really want to say is, “please fuck me on the nearest possible surface before i lose my mind.”

n is for no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

drunk-you and asleep-you are both completely off limits [unless you are into that and specifically ask him to do it]. if either of you show even slight discomfort at anything new, he stops immediately. he’s not one to be outright opposed to most things you suggest.

o is for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, he’s a giver and a taker. he’ll lick your cunt until his jaw is numb just to hear those pretty noises falling from your lips. he’s patient when you’re offering, tangling his fingers in your hair and letting you set the pace. but when he’s punishing you.. i hate to tell you, girlie, but your throat is a goner :)

p is for pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this honestly goes both ways, depending on what he wants out of it at the moment. sometimes, he just wants to worship your body — everything is slow and sweet, whispering in your ear how much he loves you, “you’re fucking divine, baby”, tending to your every request. other times, however — like when he’s had a particularly bad day — he is absolutely fucking you through the mattress and growling low, empty threats in your ear. “shut up and take it, mamas,” “gonna tie you to this bed if you don’t stay fucking still”, “need’a cum inside this pussy before i start blowing shit up”

q is for quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them. he’ll take you at every opportunity. [see location!]

r is for risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ohhh yes. he’ll have the most random idea for a position, kink, or anything else sex-related. he’ll ask you about it beforehand, of course, because he’s not just gonna spring the shit on you in the middle of it. if you’re interested in giving it a go, he’s absolutely trying it.

s is for stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man could go all day. he’s spent YEARS perfecting his body, increasing his stamina, training his entire system to be as active as possible for as long as possible, to be a hero. and he’s absolutely no different in the bedroom.

t is for toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’ll use them on you — but just to tease you, because the only things you’re cumming on when he’s around are his fingers or his cock. his favorite toy is the vibrator that connects to his phone. he’ll sit you on the bed and kneel between your legs when you’re both getting ready for an event, lapping at your clit while he slides it inside you. [“be a good girl tonight, or else i’m maxing this thing out while you’re talking to someone until you behave.”]

u is for unfair (how much they like to tease)

bakugou will tease you until you’re crying out of desperation. he’ll relentlessly brush his fingertips against your sweet spot, over and over, until you’ve cum so many times and you’re so sensitive it hurts. it satisfies him to no end, smirking like an absolute devil, while you sit there with tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you already.

v is for volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

bakugou doesn’t do loud. he’s yelling at everyone all the time, so sex is the one instance where he’s always calm and collected. what he does do, however, is whisper or growl in your ear about everything. [“you’re so wet for me, mamas.” “always such a good girl.” “you can do it, baby, gimme one more.”]

w is for when (is there a specific time of day they like to do it most?)

bakugou is always doing something sexual. he teases you all day, if he doesn’t already have you underneath him in bed all day.

x is for x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he puts the word muscular to shame. he’s a pro hero, #2 at that, so of course he’s fit as a fiddle. he trains daily. broad shoulders, narrow hips, long arms and legs. he’s extremely proud of his own dick — ten and a half inches long and just thick enough that it stretches you out enough to feel like the first time — every. single. time.

y is for yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

this man could fuck you before every meal and he’d still want more. making you come undone is his own private serenity, and sometimes he genuinely thinks it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

z is for zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after taking care of you and making sure you feel okay, he wraps you in his arms and pulls your head against his chest. he’s out like a light [and you usually are, too.]

[metranart]

“May-may I give you a kiss?” You asked, timidly and noticing his bemused expression, corrected. “...As a way of thanking you.... for saving me....” 

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 2)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove with you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

“May-may I give you a kiss?” You asked, timidly and noticing his bemused expression, corrected. “...As a way of thanking you.... for saving me....” 

Your timid request took him by surprise momentarily, but soon his features regain his cool, and was quick to nod to then leant down. A kiss on the cheek, Keigo thought it to be innocent enough, not a usual request, nevertheless, a simple one. If this put you to rest, he'll humor you.    Keigo was cocking his head for you to place your sweet lips.... it's now or never, you breathed deeply.... if you were going to use your quirk, now was the moment. 

Two slender hands perched in each side of the Hero´s face and in a firm, straight movement, you cocked his face in your direction, surprise registered in his face, and his golden orbs popped open at the feeling of your lips locking with his. 

  Bold, The Winged Hero thought pleasantly amused, this girl had a savage side to her… the timid, quivering student was gone for sure, and a determined one took its place. Hawks felt a light wave of energy spread inside him, as sudden as the kiss itself realized was taking him more than it should to hold himself back.    Doubtfully, snaking your arms around his neck, the hero closed the distance for your warm body to hang easily from him, when two strong arms help you by holding your waist, Keigo didn’t dare to break the kiss even when his mind screamed for him to do it. The commission is going to be pissed. 

The little lip lock began to grow intimate and you were out in the open, not that he actually cared about those things, even so, a red alert fired up inside his head when you moaned into his eager lips, the exact moment his advantageous hand slipped just a thad under your UA school uniform skirt, as in trouble ahead.... you are fondling an underage school girl in a hidden alleyway like a common PERVERT.    Stop! his mind nagged at him, and you felt him disentangle his hand, but quickly, you prevented it. 

Shocked, groaned at your refusal to then settle back into a cool demeanor. Hawks hummed softly with a hint of a smile; his good sense precariously bruised. 

“...Let´s stop, little one...” Keigo chuckled in between kisses, unconsciously massaging your hips with his thumbs. “I’m gonna get...in so, so much trouble–” he huffed a laugh. You were so tiny compare to him, but, then again, most people were small compare to him.    

“I´m- I'm trying to help.” You attempted to apologize, but he merely snorted. “–By taking off my hands my hero license?” He attempted a joke; your reply wasn’t what he expected. 

“S-sorry about this-”  

You mumbled, and groaned, remembering that the touch needed to be more intimate for your quirk to work properly, and let your lips devour his desperately, but the touch was so inexpert that your quirk seemed still ineffective, all your efforts only flushing your skin and cheeks making it burn bright like the setting sun. Or perhaps it was the embarrassing knowledge that you were going to have to basically sexually assault the hero number two for this to actually work... 

Be brave and do it already! You chastised, and in an act that not even you thought would be capable of doing, you pushed your breast into his hand, easing his strong fingers around your own to help him have a nice handful, his hand instinctively squeezed the plump flesh, and then you felt the unmistakable pull he did trying to gently scramble away, but you refused to let him go.   

His golden eyes opened wide, astonished by your unmeasured actions and the very welcoming way his body was reacting, this was not usual for him...he had control...except when... 

“Surrender, Hawks–” You begged, reaching down a hand to without his permission, began to pull at his belt. 

The power of your quirk started to take effect the closer you got, and for the first time Keigo began to feel disoriented, sickly warm and dangerously possessive.... fear enveloped the young Hero....this was too similar to his rut, but it was weeks away for that to happen. 

"What are… what are you doing-...to me...." he stressed, biting down a moan, and finally finding enough strength, broke the sloppy kiss by taking a step away. A string of saliva the only thing left connecting each other. 

“Helping you.” You promised, one hand searched for his arm, clawing, trying to pull him back to you. "The discomfort will vanish when you surrender...." 

A painful throbbing inside his head began to blind him almost becoming numbing, the more he tried to stay away from you. “Surrender~” Your tender voice, suggested again and huskily groaning, the Hero ended up allowing you to draw him back into your welcome embrace. 

Immediately, you shushed him, balancing on your tip toes to cradle his head to your neck despite the difference in heights. Hawks made himself comfortable in matter of seconds, curling against you, body suffering from incontrollable fits of goosebumps as he straightened again, for his eyes to lock on yours.  

Those two pools of liquid honey shone like molten gold. Round orbs igniting at finding not an ounce of resistance from you, instead, you openly desired him–according to him.  

The lack of control from your quirk can have adverse results on the wounded, especially on persons who have animal traits ... don't use it at that level until you are one hundred percent sure you can master it... You heard Recovery girl's warning in your mind once again, and soon your whole attention shifted to the feeling of Hawks splaying a hand on the middle of your back, perfect pressure, authoritative, the other gripping you tight and then, the hero hauled you into the darkest part of the alley. 

You let him, leant against his chest, enjoying the sensation of being held so close by someone you admired so much. The thrill of feeling wanted by him was somehow intoxicating, not to mention, superbly new to you.   

Golden locks fell over his eyes, jacket unbuttoned and disheveled. Light and shadow dancing across his face in a manner that made him look devilish. Not wasting another second, he aimed for your lips, yet his lips only brushed your temple since you cocked your head away. The Hero hesitated with a low chuckle, keeping his proximity.   

It had been a moment of weakness on your part, nevertheless, you knew that once you had started the process, you must finish it. This was too new for you; you've never had a boyfriend before but that didn't mean you've never kissed or touched a guy, while enjoying of a drunken stupor. After all, you were already in second year at UA Academy, a year away from becoming a full-fledged professional. 

You were the most belated in your entire class, since you had a complicated quirk, but the support of your friends was so unconditional that you had never felt judged. You had frozen against that Nomus but now it was different, this time, you would act accordingly and fulfill your mission. Hawks was going to leave that alley without a single injury to his body. 

“Hawks–” You didn't have to tell him or even finish the request, when he rushed over you to diligently press his lips with yours, and holy shit! This must be how it feels to be with someone experienced. This was completely different from what you were doing minutes ago, this time you felt yourself melt into his warm and strong body while he softly brushed your lips against his, breathing reverence into your lungs like you were his person, his girl, his ultimate and most sacred individual in the entire universe. Now, his wandering touch seemed to be cupping your breast by his own will, tongue lapping at the trails of your cherry lipstick like a mad man. 

Letting him do with you whatever the fuck he wanted and how he wanted, while you indiscriminately released more of your energy for his wounds to absorb like a dry sponge. 

“That’s it. That’s a good girl.” The winged hero cooed, hearing you moan, and he grinned wickedly caressing your waist to pull you closer against him, no gaps this time. He wanted you to feel him above the clothes, his dick was hard. Painfully, fucking hard against you. 

“I think you’re so pretty.” He blurted out, looking straight into your half-lidded orbs. Your eyes widened and you felt your throat dry. 

How you hated this part... the ovations of your beauty, unsolicited declarations of love, the intensity in the victim's gaze while your quirk made them believe you were a real life, Angel. It was all very uncomfortable for you, not knowing if these words hid a bit of truth or were just a byproduct of the situation. 

“I think-….I.....” Part of you wanted to swallow the plain lie coming out of his shiny lips, but you knew the nature of your quirk, all too well, and letting yourself be fooled would be stupid. “I think you’re being highly influenced by my quirk.” You quipped back, making emphasis in the word highly.  

Clinging to his solid figure, your feet left the ground, and his feathers sharpened. Like a predator ready to attack its prey. A subconscious, trained part of him, kept resisting, stabbing himself in the back to gain some control back, but it was so fucking hard. 

After a couple of groaning swears, and him smearing against you more like a cat than a Hawk, the blonde managed to unwrap himself from you a few centimeters, like he couldn't stand to be away for even a second and breathed his next words against the edge of your jaw. 

“I’m not sure what’s going on... but I nee-d....I need–I need you to RUN...” Keigo swallowed hard, breathing through his nose to keep composed. Even your natural smell was affecting him, you could literally feel the shape and girth of his cock as it jumped in his pants, firmly pressed against your tummy. 

“No need,” You breathed out, giving him a tight smile, “I can handle you.” You promised, leaning forward, only for him to lean back.  

A condescending chuckle followed. “You have no idea how to handle a predator, kid... So, do as I fucking say...” The way his gaze sharpened, actually send goosebumps down your legs, even so, you knew you needed to finish the loop, or everything would be in vain. 

So, instead of hearing his helpful advice, you draw near. 

“God fucking damn it.” His voice sounded strain; lips set in a tight line. What the hell!? Didn't you see the danger you were in?! His wings were standing on end and menacing, shuddering with a rush of adrenaline from just imagining pushing you against the wall and having his way with you. 

Tears would fall down your face, yet he would not care because would be driven by instinct, raw and basic, predatory instinct. He would tear your AU uniform with his sharp feathers and sully your soft skin with hickeys and bites, making sure you came at least twice to make you slippery and ready to sheath him, properly, he didn’t want to break you, not yet he liked to play with his prey before putting it on his knees and wreck its world apart. Hawks was sure you were a virgin, so it wouldn't be hard. 

Once he had you trembling and begging, would fuck you with all his might and continue until you passed out, cumming inside you over and over again until you overflowed with his essence, and then would take you to his penthouse where he would keep you, marking you as his precious mate, for life.  

“Kid, I won't be able to ask you again...” he said, flushed cheeks making him look almost feverish “but if you don't leave now... you will never be able to do so again...." He made a meaningful pause, “...that I swear." 

Hawks' breathing came heavy, it felt awfully hot against your sweaty skin. The ragging spring wasn’t making any of this easier.  

“Don´t worry...-it´s my...my quirk speaking....” You mewled, way too sure of your words, “we can-we can...continue until you are fully...fully healed–….” there was no response from him, only the sound of heavy breathing hitting against your warm cheek, “...Hawks?”  

At what point did the hero stopped understanding what you were saying? He wasn’t sure, or maybe, just stop caring? At some level, Hawks just stopped fighting the nagging inside his brain and let his instinct take the wheel. Just for a minute, he wanted to let the animal out. Just a few seconds before taming it back into its cage. So, he let his rut take over him. You said you could handle him, right? 

“Tell me,” Hawks’ voice sounded deeper, raspier almost feral, as it you were facing a darker self of the same man, and the next words that came out of his mouth made you realize how affected he was, for you have never EVER, had such a raw response. “...May I fuck you as your way of thanking me for saving you?”  

COMING SOON PART 3....

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[peachsukii]

Sticky Heat

『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ Senior year of UA | Aged-Up to 18 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: on a hot summer day, fem!reader is frustrated while studying for the written portion of finals during their senior year of UA High. bakugo has a simple solution to help her relax - just a quick trip to the vending machines outside for a "drink." tags & warnings: 18+ MDNI | CW; Smut - oral (give/receive), semi-voyeurism, dirty talk, cumplay (kind of), praise, minor dom/brat dynamic, lots of teasing | fluff, lovers (bf/gf), somewhat porn-with-plot, threat of getting caught, midoriya and todoroki are goofballs a/n: katsuki is the world’s biggest tease in my mind until you challenge him on it, then he melts over the competitiveness of who can unravel who first! ** this is also my first attempt at smut lmao so !! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 3,111 ꒱

“Goddammit!” you curse abruptly, startling Bakugo out of his study trance.

“Th’ fucks your issue?” he asks, irritated.

You huff, slamming the textbook in front of you shut. “I’m never gonna remember any of this shit. I can’t even get my flash cards right.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, obviously annoyed that you’re being disruptive to his own study session. He couldn’t hold it against you, though, this shit was difficult to memorize.

He stands, the chair beneath him scraping against the floor.

“C’mon, break time.”

You look at him quizzically. “I’m not -“

“Don’t care. Get up.” He’s ordering you and no longer asking.

Fine.

Bakugo grabs your hand, tugging you out of the classroom and downstairs to the vending machine area - a small alcove under the stairs that sits just outside the first floor. He rounds back to the machines and stands there with you for a second. He seems to be…looking around?

“Kat, I’m said not thirst-“

He interrupts you with a devilish, toothy grin - pushing you through the narrow space between the vending machines, following close behind you. Both of you pop into the crawl space under the stairs. It’s large enough to allow you both to stand, but small enough that the machines block the view under the stairway.

With no hesitation, he’s boxing you into the concrete wall, slipping a knee in between your legs to keep them separated.

Oh. Oh. You understand now.

Bakugo’s closing the gap between the two of you, bending down to your ear as his hands greedily roam around atop your uniform. “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up for 10 minutes, or do I have to shut you up?”

The moan that escapes you is visceral, starving for his touch just at the sound of his husky voice. Fuck, you curse internally - he had you melting in the palm of his hands and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He dives into your neck, nipping playfully at your skin as his left hand trails up your bare thigh, playing with the hemline of your skirt. He licks a stripe from your collarbone back up to your earlobe, a chill - and heat - traveling through you concurrently. His breath his hot against your ear.

“Mmm, there she is.” He growls as his hand leaves your thigh and slips underneath your skirt, teasing your clothed clit. “My good girl.”

You swear you could unravel right then and there, no physical touch needed. Bakugo’s praise is addicting - a high you know you’ll never be able to chase anywhere else. You quiver beneath his touch, sucking the air through your teeth to subdue another moan.

”Hah, Kat…,” you whimper breathlessly, face reddening with embarrassment.

“Yes, baby?” He’s purrs, drinking up every sound spilling from your pretty lips. You can practically feel outline of the shit-eating sneer creeping over his lips as he traces your jawline with his tongue. Hastily, his fingers leave your panties as he’s kneeling down, kissing the plush of your thighs and settling on his knees.

“F-fuck,” you squeak, daring to glance down over your skirt. Bakugo locks his gaze with yours, half-lidded eyes full of hunger - starved, even. Biting your lip, you nod, and that’s all the permission he needs to proceed to devour you like a predator eating his prey.

Before you can even blink, his fingers are tugging your panties down your thighs, practically ripping them from your legs as you hurriedly step out of them. He chuckles to himself as he shoves them in to the pocket of his slacks.

”Maybe you'll get these back later,” he teases.

You make a mental note in your heat-riddled stupor to grab them from him afterward.

Bakugo forcefully lifts your leg over his shoulder to access your already glistening sex, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your skin. The gasp that escapes you as he gives sensually teasing licks to your sticky center fuels his own feral desire, enraptured with how your body reacts to his touch. You’ve been together long enough to know each other’s bodies by heart, but he’ll never grew tired of hearing how easily undone you become when you’re turned on - especially just for him.

His tongue runs over your clit daintily, goading a sensual moan out of you. He continues with lazy strokes, lavishly enjoying all of your mewling and squirming. The thick air of the hot day only added to the pleasure, a glimmer of sweat on your exposed thighs.

God, she tastes fucking heavenly, he heatedly thinks to himself. If allowed, he’d eat you out every fucking day of the week. Who gives a shit about sparring matches when he could be making a mess of you instead?

Lost in the moment, you can't help but roll your hips against his mouth, desperate for him to pick up the pace as your hand tangles in his spiky blonde locks. He groans at your demand, the vibrations edging you closer to your white-hot release. God, you loved when he moaned. It was so fucking hot and sent you catapulting toward your own orgasm on the regular.

"Someone's impatient today," he growls before diving back in-between your thighs.

He slides a finger into your aching heat, curling it inside of you as he continues to suck and lap at your clit at a tantalizing pace. Just as you feel your release approaching, you hear footsteps nearby.

You freeze, your grip in Bakugo’s hair tightening, motioning him to stay completely still. He pauses, leaning back on his knees to look up at you, panting silently. A breath hitches in your throat as you see your juices dripping down his jaw. It catches you so off guard that you only a few seconds to slap your free hand over your mouth - quieting the whore-ish moan that threatens to escape your lips.

He licks his own lips with a satisfactory grin, knowing full well he’s got you right where he wants you.

”Todoroki, what do you want to drink?” you hear Midoriya call out, presumably skimming the drink options in the machine on the other side.

The realization dawns on you that one wrong move - one noise - could draw his attention and catch you in the act. All Midoriya would need to do is peak in-between the machines at the right angle to see your silhouettes.

The thought of getting caught with Bakugo's face covered in your spend is thrilling. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly at the thought, willing it away before your lust-fueled mind can convince you otherwise.

Bakugo sees your reaction, grimacing as he shoots you a salacious glare. It sends another rush of heat to your throbbing center as you pleadingly shake your head ‘no.'

Of course, he doesn’t listen.

Katsuki Bakugo is not patient and always finishes what he starts.

Don’t you fucking dare, Katsuki, I swear to g-

Your thought is cut short as he wiggles the lone finger inside of you, dipping it in and out of your folds. His movements are slow, inaudibly coaxing you along - daring you not to make a sound. You bite your hand, throwing your head back against the wall with a soft thump.

You hear a second set of footsteps, assuming it's Todoroki joining Midoriya to browse through the selection of drinks. How long does it take to pick a damn drink?!

"Green tea sounds nice," Todoroki says, depositing coins into the machine while Midoriya ponders between four options. You pray that he'll become less indecisive in the next few seconds before you unceremoniously crumble where you stand.

Fucking hell, Izuku, just pick something! you scream in your head, cursing his inability to make a simple choice. Granted, he has no idea you are desperately wiling him to leave so you can...finish.

"I'll go with milk tea, then!" Midoriya beams, the machine whirring as the drink is dispensed into the pick up slot.

Please, for fucks sake, leave!

You're too focused on listening to boys that you almost let a whimper slip out when Bakugo stuffs a second finger inside you, greedily recollecting your attention. His fingers curl at your g-spot, reigniting that searing pleasure from earlier within your abdomen. 

This is torture.

"Alright, let's head back to the library. Uraraka and Yaoyorozu are waiting for us!"

Fucking finally!

You're almost in the clear, just a little longer...

He slips in a third goddamn finger, your chest heaving at the sudden intensity, eyes rolling in your head with silent ecstasy. You can feel the humidity radiating from his hands as he's knuckle deep, your trembling thighs threatening to give away at any moment. On instinct, you smack your free hand against the back of the vending machine to catch yourself from falling, a loud thud echoing around you two.

Your eyes shoot open in horror as you hear Midoriya from down the hall. “Hey, did you hear that?”

Bakugo ceases his movements, listening for any additional footsteps returning their way.

“It was probably from upstairs, Class B was moving desks around earlier.”

Holy shit - you could kiss Todoroki right now. You’ll have to thank the bastard later…without telling him about what you’re thankful for. They proceed down the hall until you think they’re no longer in earshot.

Not skipping a beat, Bakugo ferociously dives back into your mess of a cunt, removing his fingers with an audible squelch and tongue-fucking you with vigor. The stimulation draws you right back to your tipping point, just about to cross the threshold into orgasm as he bluntly withdraws his tongue. He rocks back on his knees again, shoving two digits back into your sweltering sex as he glares up at you.

“Go on baby - beg.” His words drip with carnality, a sinful gleam reflecting in his ruby irises as his fingers continue to slide in and out of you, your slick walls madly pulsing around them.

You have no will left in you to protest, not even playfully. You could faint with the way he’s staring at you, proudly displaying his achievement thus far all over his face.

”Oh my fuck-god dammit, Kat, please,” you plead, as hushed as possible. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Please what?” He leans forward, swiping a flick of his tongue across your clit.

God, you could punch him right now if you weren’t so fucking horny.

“Please make me come already, Katsuki - fuck!”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Bakugo replaces his fingers with his tongue for a final time, rotating from your clit to your entrance in fluid motions. His actions are getting sloppier as his own desire takes over, another moan pouring out of him as you clench your fingers in his hair. Your skin begins to prickle, a heat rash (in two senses) spreading flush all over your body. The noises spilling out of you are incoherent, no longer in control of your own volume. You smack a hand over your mouth a second time to muffle yourself when you feel Bakugo’s hand blindly smack at your arm.

“I wanna hear your pretty ass moans,” he demands as he bites at your thigh. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare shut up now.”

That’s more than enough to thrust you over the edge.

The thread tugging in your core snaps with one final roll of your hips against him, a wave of euphoria washing over you - leaving you feverish against the summer heat. He can feel your walls clench around his tongue as your body convulses. His fingers dig into your thighs, supporting your weight on his one shoulder as your body becomes boneless, legs shaking as he drinks in your arousal. You brace yourself against the wall with your free hand, the other still blissfully entwined in his hair.

The fireworks in your stomach begin to die down as your orgasm wains, trying to catch your breath as a bead of sweat runs from your forehead and over your temple. Bakugo laps at your slit unhurriedly before sitting back with your leg still whisked over his shoulder. He’s panting, and fuck, that will never not be hot, with a few drops of sweat emerging from his hairline and settling at his jaw.

You swing your leg off his shoulder with the shred of energy left in your body and stumble to a somewhat upright position.

“Christ, Kats-,” you begin to whisper as Bakugo stands to his feet, yanking you off the wall and flush against his own body. He cups your chin in his hands, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

"You're fucking gorgeous."

You don’t even have a moment to process his words as he’s aggressively colliding his lips with yours, hands knotted in your hair to pull you further into him.

The kiss is electrifying, dripping with desire as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip to persuade you to invite him in. The taste of your own release on his lips and tongue is intoxicating, the tangy and salty essence driving you to wildly moan into the kiss. He pulls on your hair a second time, drunk on the lustful emotions swirling between the two of you.

That’s when you decide to surprise him.

He’d never ask for anything in return when pleasuring you, adamant on the fact that it never needed to be reciprocated. So whenever you did, it fueled a fire that only you knew how to ignite in him.

You break the kiss fleetingly, taking the second to catch your breath as you spin Bakugo around to the wall, his back slamming up against it with a heavy thud.

Shit. You may or may not have just knocked the wind out of him and ruined the moment.

Or so you thought.

Much to your surprise, his chest is heaving, cheeks ruddy - crimson stare fixated on you, anxiously anticipating your next move. Having him at your mercy never ceases to leave you mesmerized. His hands are on the wall behind him, bracing himself as if he'll fall through it at any moment.

Bakugo's about to say something until you leisurely lick from the bottom of his chin up to his lips, lapping up the leftover dribbles of your own climax off his face, biting at his bottom lip before moving to his collarbone. Lucky for you, he always keeps the top buttons undone on his uniform in the summer, leaving his collar loose enough to pull aside. You sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, eliciting a deliciously sinful moan from him.

You can't help but wonder if anyone heard, considering his natural volume is 110%. But at this point? You don't fucking care.

"Mmm, seems like I'm not the only one with pretty moans."

A slur of colorful curses are leaving his swollen lips as you trail your hands over his chest, and when he feels your fingers delicately trace the outlines of his clothed nipples, he jolts. He'd never admit how fucking hard he gets when you play with them, the stimulation shooting directly into his groin.

Before Bakugo can vocalizes the pleasure, you capture his lips again, suppressing the loud groan erupting from his throat. When you part, all he can mutter are hot pants of your name and a few mumbled 'fuck's between baited breath.

"God, Katsuki, you're so fucking hot when you're coming undone," you hum, fumbling with the belt of his slacks. He's speechless, his hands furiously pawing at his belt as he slides his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his entire body jerks forward. Not even a second passes before he's jutting his hips against your palm, desperate for friction.

"Now look who's begging?" Your sultry words have him biting his lower lip, eyes screwed tight as his cheeks now glow scarlet.

"I-in...yo-ah...fu-fuckin' drea-ah-ms," Bakugo stutters, making an attempt to regain his composure. It swiftly disintegrates when he notices you taking a knee to the ground. His jaw is clenched as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock, hazily looking up at him before taking him into your mouth.

Oh god, oh my fuck-

Overstimulation overriding his senses, he begins to thrust into your mouth at a stuttering tempo, eagerly chasing his own release and unable to control himself. He's gasping, grunting, moaning above you, and it almost gets you off a second time from hearing his pleasure.

You put your hands to his hips, stilling him as you slowly edge his entire length into your mouth, tongue sliding lazily along the underside of his shaft. You'll never get over how hot and heavy he feels in your mouth, each time better than the last. You flutter your eyes upward as you hum softly, completely stuffed full of him.

God. Bakugo was seeing stars and he hadn't even released yet.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck - hard - and move in a fluid motion, mouth flooding with saliva as you continue taking him as deep as you can manage. His thread was ready to snap.

"F-fuh-fuck!" he stutters harshly, shouting a little too loud - but honestly, from far away, someone could mistake it for him being his normally bombastic self.

Bakugo snatches a handful of your hair with a trembling hand, shoving himself all the way into your mouth, down to the base, as you feel his explosive release coat the back of your throat. He smacks his hand over his mouth as he shudders, his grunts muffled in his palm.

You release him, brushing off your knees as you're getting up from the concrete. It might be a little hard to hide how red they are under your short-ass uniform skirt, but who's looking at your knees anyways? You patiently wait for him to readjust into his slacks.

Somewhat mimicking his earlier actions, you place a hand delicately on his cheek, thumbing away a drop of sweat.

"I love you, Katsuki." The words fall from your puffy lips effortlessly, giving him a tender smile before placing a soft kiss on the opposite cheek.

"Love you too, Y/N." Bakugo snaps you into a hug, cradling his arms around you as he kisses your forehead. "My favorite girl."

You gleam, radiating from his flattery. Stretching back in his arms, you run your hand through his bangs, un-sticking them from the sweat on his forehead. He snickers as you ruffle the small hairs into the rest of his spiky hair.

"Guess it's back to studying," you whine sarcastically.

He laughs. "There's always more study breaks, too."

no, you didn't get your panties back. ;) hope you enjoyed!! <3

Divider by : @/saradika

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

(I’m not sure if this is how I ask but I’m going for it. Let me know if it’s not right!😭)

Can I play blackjack all in with shigaraki? A cosmopolitan to drink! I’d like a reader with a sheep quirk!🩷

.˚ 🐑┊..⃗. 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗽 ⌇

MDNI | t.shigaraki x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: shigaraki’s girlfriend has a sheep quirk and he can’t help but tease her every chance he gets

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: fem bodied reader, mocking/bullying, hair pulling, not a warning; but reader has white hair because of the sheep quirk, name calling (slvt, whvre), begging, spanking (sorta)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: i’ve never written for shigaraki so please please please have mercy on me 😭. i highly suggest checking out senpai (who is tagged on my tag list) or @sluttyshigaraki for better shigaraki fics! this is not proofread. i’m sorry if this is completely ooc, i tried. i also kinda altered his quirk a bit so he can touch you without like.. y’know.. decaying you. i’ll be real honest when i say i haven’t finished mha yet so i don’t know everything about him☠️

© 2023 ringsofsaturn | please don't copy or repost my works! i have not given permission to anyone to repost my works. reblogs/comments/likes are okay!

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

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a soft bleat escaped your slightly parted lips as your boyfriend harshly tugged on your hair. “t-tomura!” you whimpered. a stinging sensation shot across your scalp as your fingers curled around his bedsheets. “what’s wrong, hitsuji?” his voice was mocking as he slammed his hips into yours harshly.

“t-that hurts!” your hair was extremely sensitive seeing as it was part of your quirk. “that’s too bad,” he chuckled, the sound was hardly one of comfort. his “chuckle” was raspy, nearly comparable to the noise of nails on a chalkboard.

you weren’t quite sure how the two of you ended up becoming a couple. tomura was known for being the leader of the league of villains and a rather ruthless person. you, on the other hand, were a ua high alumni, who was working on becoming a pro-hero. never did you imagine you’d find yourself tangled within a villian’s sheets.

“poor, little lost sheep.” pulling your hair even harder, he pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. his thrusts were brutal, the headboard hitting the wall harshly. “can’t believe your shepard let you wander so far from the flock.” you knew he was referring to the hero you were interning with to help finish out your provisional hero license.

every chance he got, tomura teased you about your sheep quirk. he always made a jab at you being “lost” since sheep were known to wander off. sometimes he’d call himself your shepherd in a condescending manner, claiming that you’d never survive without him.

more soft bleats escaped you as his thrusts brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “god, you’re so fucking tight.” he grunted under his breath. he kept a firm grip on your soft, silky locks of white hair. shoving your face into his pillows, he continued to use you as he saw fit. “g-gonna cum..” you cried out softly. another chuckle sounded from above you. “you’re gonna cum already? poor, pathetic little slut. you can hardly last five minutes.”

he finally released his hold on your hair, opting to grip your hips instead. sinking his nails into your flesh, he started pulling you back to meet his thrusts. “a-ah!” your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you buried your face in his pillow. “if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fucking beg me.” he grunted.

it wasn’t long before you were babbling helplessly into his pillow. your voice was muffled, tears were wetting the fabric as he continued to thrust into you harshly. growing annoyed with not being able to hear you, he pulled you up by your hair, causing you to yelp in pain. “try again, slut.”

“please! please let me cum, tomura! i’m so close! i need to cum!” you wailed helplessly, a few bleats weaving itself through your begs. he smirked, but he wasn’t completely satisfied yet. “yeah? you wanna cum?” he mocked. trying your best to nod, you weakly opened your teary eyes.

“tell me who owns you.” the look in his eyes was sinister as he stared at your pretty, arched back. “y-you,” you hiccuped. “you own me!” squeezing your eyes shut once more, you felt your legs start to shake. “good little sheep. you can cum now. make sure to thank me while you do it, whore.”

a few thrusts later you were cumming all over him, loud moans escaping you. “o-oh!” panting, you immediately began thanking him. “thank you. thank you for letting me cum! thank you..” you were breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

he laughed loudly before spanking you. he gently rubbed your ass as he spoke. “you’re welcome, whore. now, stay still while i fuck you full of my cum.”

hitsuji - 羊 :: japanese. means sheep.

dividers & main picture made by :: @strrynigghts

[kickbutts-singsongs]

I know no one asked, but I have exactly zero (0) people to talk about bkdk with irl so here you guys go

My BKDK Journey

Yes, this sounds stupid, but my god it’s been almost three years of an absolute rollercoaster of feelings and denials and tears and revelations…

and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna rant about it.

(not spoiler free)

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May 2021

To start off, i wasn’t always a bkdk shipper.

I shipped izu*cha at first (not saying it’s a bad ship btw; it’s actually quite cute. im just afraid people’ll be mad if I accidentally invade their tag lol), primarily because I assumed that would be the ship that became canon.

But also, my veryyyyy leasttttt favorite character… was Bakugou Katsuki.

When I tell you that I would’ve loved nothing more than to somehow spawn into the bnha universe and punch that brat in the face— AGHHHHHHHHHH

Now this wasn’t all his fault: A) I watched the dub first lol, and B) he reminded me of someone that i was not in a place to stand up to at the time, and his constant anger, yelling, and harsh treatment of Izuku—who i began to relate to—made me hateeee him.

There was a time when I literally said “if he died, I wouldn’t miss him.” <- this was later proven false lol

So, I was watching the anime dub with an absolute animosity for our resident deuteragonist, but on top of that…

I was watching it with a friend with a crunchyroll account who lived in another state that I was visiting and staying with for two weeks, so by the time i had to go back home, we’d only gotten up to the part where All Might was getting Inko’s permission to let Izuku stay at the UA dorms.

Anddddddd in my drive to consume more bnha once I got home, i somehow stumbled across an Instagram account that posted bnha sub episodes divided into parts,

but they only had season four and onwards.

Sooooo I never saw the second half of season three… more importantly,

I NEVER SAW DEKU VS KACCHAN 2!!!!!

(I will say that I had seen a couple photos/edits/etc, but I never knew what had been said, or why they fought)

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June 2021

At this point in time, I’d been exposed to a lot of the fandom. My fyp on both IG and Pinterest were filled to the brim with all things bnha (because this is what happens when one has a hyperfixation), so I saw a lot of stuff.

Especially fanart.

This is where I started learning about the different ships.

I saw a lot of the side character ships and thought they were adorable (kamijirou, todomomo, even kiribaku), but then I saw some with Izuku.

Izu*cha was a given for me. I didn’t think there was a single person that didn’t ship it. But then I started seeing fanart of ships like tododeku, shindeku, and bakudeku.

And my first reaction to finding out that people shipped my beautiful baby sunshine boi with the person who bullied him for years?????

HELLLLLLLLLLL NO

So with my (unknowingly) limited knowledge of their relationship, i was very much an anti (i never spoke out or anything, i just reallyyyy didn’t like the ship lol)

(And then, you know, I started to see all the bkdk hate online and kinda went “okay not touching that”)

But that began to change…

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August 2021

…after I saw a manga leak for the first time.

I was scrolling thru my feed and all of a sudden. BOOM!

I was like 😧

IS THAT IZUKU?????

And i looked in the comments and yes it was.

I checked out the page and found that they had an entire account of manga leaks and was so happy.

I quickly began to read from the very bottom of that account, and it started from right about where Izuku first began his vigilante arc (i had no idea how much was in between then and where I left off on the anime, but I was willing to read it lol)

And so I waited diligently for the leaks every week (a practice I have continued to uphold lol), until one day, i came across an untranslated series of panels from the latest chapter. I looked at it and it was of Katsuki and Izuku, facing each other in the rain (you know the one). I knew the leaks would be coming a day later, but I wanted to look through them anyways, so I did.

I didn’t understand a word they said, but the pictures and imagery of them as kids then middle schoolers then where they were now seemed so touching…

And then I came across a pair of kanji that I recognized.

I was like “wait WHAT???”

I zoomed in and went “that— isn’t that—? That’s part of Midoriya’s name, right???”

And then I was like “wait a second… omg that’s Izuku, isn’t it. That’s the freaking kanji for Izuku.”

And it was!!!!!

So inside I’m having a mini freakout cuz—

Bakugou just called him IZUKU

Fast forward to the next day, and I looked at the translated version, and found out that not only did he call him Izuku,

He

Freaking

APOLOGIZED

And I was like “huhhhhhhh”

What happened between now and the most recent anime episodes for this to occur???? For Bakugou to do a complete 180 and apologize????????

Well, I finally got my answers…

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November 2021

…when I started reading the manga.

I started from the beginning, cuz I wanted to see Horikoshi’s art style and the extra drawings and all the other stuff…

And when I tell you that Katsuki became a whole new character to me—

First, I read everything about early-on Bakugou— without hearing him yell in his dub voice—and realized “oh wow he really is just a kid with issues and a worldview that he’s now having to change.”

Then, I finally read what happened in that space between moving into the dorms and the beginning of season four (most importantly, DvK2).

Cried.

Then, oh then, I got up to where season five ended and the rest of the manga began.

. . .

Funny thing: back when I read the leaks to ch322, I remember thinking to myself, “huh. what did Bakugou mean by Shigaraki making swiss cheese outta him?”

😦

THE WAY I GASPED

AND THEN CRIED

OH MY FREAKING GOD

That was the moment where i truly ceased to hate Katsuki cuz holy character development batman

Then, of course, we see them in recovery

And then the vigilante arc and apology scene *sobs*

And then I was caught up.

(Btw I finished the entire manga up ‘til ch334 in just over a week. I read for nine days straight. During the school year. My emotions were all over the place goodness gracious I could barely concentrate.)

So that’s how I went from being a Bakugou hater to going “you know what he’s a complex character and he’s slowly becoming a better person” and realizing that he was now one of my fav characters and therefore cursed to die but I’ll talk about that later

Was I now a bakudeku shipper?

Hah nope.

_____

December 2021

I began my dive into the true essence of any fandom: fanfiction.

Over the course of winter break, I had started off with fics that had no romantic pairing (I just wanted to see my boi Izuku), but then somehow stumbled across Mastermind: Strategist for Hire and then read the entirety of the For Want of a Nail series (shoutout to Clouds btw ❤️) cuz I was like “ok whew no bkdk fics” which was my mindset at the time.

But somehow (I can’t even remember how I found it) I came across a bkdk fic. It was called For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin (okay now that I think about it there’s probably a simple explanation lol).

I don’t quite know what compelled me to start reading it, but I did.

And I really liked it.

But not in the “I’ve been converted” kinda way.

It was like an “I shouldn’t be enjoying this why am I enjoying this?” kinda feeling. Like my head says no but my heart says yeah.

A really really really really guilty pleasure.

So, from that day on, whenever I came across any form of bkdk media, I would simultaneously feel discomfort and yet an odd sense of satisfaction.

A snippet of my daily life:

Me: *comes across bkdk fanart on pinterest*

Me: eww

Also me: *stares at it for like five minutes straight*

Me: who even likes this?

Also me: *saves pin to my mha board*

Me: not my ship

Also me: *scrolls down to more like this*

Bless my heart I was in such denial.

_____

July 2022

Bit of a timeskip, but nothing of note really happened in those last six months so here we go.

We’ve gotten to the point in the manga where the final arc is underway and Bakugou is about to KICK SOME BUTT

He’s revealed his Panser Strafe support item and I’m gushing about it to my friend (she kinda fell out of the fandom but still tolerated my rants bless her)

Oh, side note: it was then that I also expressed my concern for Bakugou’s “alive” status

Evidence:

For reference, some of my favorite characters are:

Beth March (Little Women)

John Reese (Person of Interest)

Joss Carter (Person of Interest)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

Fantine (Les Mis)

Eponine (Les Mis)

Jean Valjean (Les Mis)

Simon (Lord of the Flies)

Piggy (Lord of the Flies)

Grace Stone (Manifest)

Bubaigawara Jin — Twice (BNHA)

Wanna guess which of these guys died?

Trick question! It’s all of them (:

Yeah so anyways those following chapters really made me excited and nervous cuz YEAH KICK HIS ASS BAKUGOU but also IZUKUUUUU WE NEED YOU

hah hah.

_____

August 2022

Utterly gobsmacked. Cried. Disbelief. Horrified. Confusion. Anger. Went through the five stages of grief and then some.

Sometimes I hate being right 🥲

But the good thing that came from this was that my positive view of Katsuki only grew after seeing his utter faith in Izuku (and his thoughts being on him in his final moments???? 🥺🥺🥺)

And it was at this point in time where I could admit to myself “you know what? i see it. i see the appeal. i wouldn’t mind this actually becoming canon.”

Did I think that it would actually become canon?? No.

_____

September 2022

I don’t know how I thought Izuku was gonna react to seeing Katsuki’s body on the ground, but GOOD LORD IT WASNT THAT

Even sweet little blind me realized “oh wow he like really feels intense stuff for Katsuki huh”

(But some things I missed—cuz I was still a bit wired for izu*cha—were shigarakis implications “yeah u looooove the present I got u” and the freaking HEART that blackwhip caused??? when Izuku reeled himself back in???? like how did i miss that i read that chapter like fifteen times??)

So this is all to say that I’ve missed any and all actual bkdk hints up until this point. I finally lifted my head out of the izu*cha fog when…

_____

July 2023

…Ochako and Toga had their chat about romance.

The first actual hint was when Ochako had told Toga “I’ll give you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Little blind me became a bit less blind that day, cuz I was like “um. ochako? that— that sounded kinda like a proposal. like. a marriage proposal. ochako??”

And then those chapters just kept getting better!!

Bebe Ochako’s determination???

The Spirited Away moment?????

“I’m envious of your smile”????????

“YOU REALLY THINK IM CUTE?” “THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD” LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭

For the first time, I was looking at the manga without the assumption that izu*cha would be endgame. And it only got better after I…

_____

August 2023

…got Tumblr!!!

Everything was downhill from here folks.

In the best possible way.

I came across some analyses of what was going on with togachako, and consequently led me to some bakudeku analyses. I read them and my goodness they made so much sense.

Like not even just personality-wise!! Those metas brought in actual things Horikoshi said about wanting to go outside the norms of shounen (and about not liking the Naruto ending 💀), and compared bkdk to tropes in different works of fiction, and even discussed how bkdk made sense narratively. They properly convinced me of the ship.

And then for good measure, I reread the manga in its entirety thru a bkdk filter, and lo and behold things took on new meanings and my eyes were opened.

I totally and irrevocably shipped them! And I actually thought they had a chance at being canon!!

(And then I binged so much bkdk fanfiction omg you wouldn’t BELIEVE like I read the ones with the highest kudos first and then just picked the biggest collections I could find and read down the line

It was like being on drugs like each fic gave me more dopamine than the last I was so happy oh my god)

_____

October 2023

And then finally, the day came.

The answer to “is bakugou alive yet?” became a yes.

We screamed. We cried. We jumped for joy. We told bakugou antis to suck it. But most of all, our bkdk hearts soared to see our boys make eye contact with each other for the first time in over a year 🥹

And from that moment on, I truly began to believe that bkdk would indeed become canon.

_____

And so, this concludes my 42672288 page rant about how I came to be a bkdk shipper.

Thank you for reading, and before I go, I want to ask:

How did you guys get into bkdk?

Did you convert over from izu*cha? Or perhaps tododeku? Or maybe kiribaku? Or are you one of the few who have shipped them since the beginning??

In any case, I’m happy you’re here. And while it may have taken me a couple years, I’m happy that I’m here too :)

(and thank you @animelover32456)

[itsnothingofinterest]

Hmm, you know its been a while since I did a prediction post (and I always like to have a chapter tag in my recommended tags ahead of leaks), so hows about a quick, easy prediction for what’ll go down in chapter 376 before the leaks drop? Plus a few wild guesses to spice things up.

While a jump back to UA with Shigaraki, Kurogiri, & Midoriya is possible; I think few would be surprised if we’ll be sticking to the fight in the mountains. Uraraka & Tsuyu will continue trying to talk to Toga (especially since they can do little else now) while Endeavor will...probably continue failing to talk to Touya right to his face. Like I’m really just imagining Dabi verbally tearing into his dad and Endeavor just shutting down and taking it; since that’s been the pattern so far and Enji’s really bad at changing his behaviour even now.

Meanwhile Hawks will be internally panicking up a storm between Twice & Dabi being here, though I’m sure he’ll try to keep a cool head. Also since he’s set on repeating his greatest mistakes in front of a crowd this time, I’m hoping he’ll finally do something to really ruin everyone’s view of him. The only question is how; as under these circimstances, there are two options.

He could try to murder Toga right in front of Uaraka just as she’s trying to talk to her, causing her to reflect on everything Toga’s said about the world rejecting her and her close friend getting killed. This would leave quite the ugly impression of hero society on Uraraka, but would also vastly mprove her ability to reach out to Toga.

Alternatively, with his hero in trouble, Hawks could instead turn to attacking Dabi to try to get Endeavor to fight and beat him. But being that he’s right in the middle of his supposed redemption arc, this could result in the opposite, but still positive, response; here is a known killer going after Enji’s son, and Enji’s only redeeming quality has always been his capacity as a hero. So if, in the heat of the moment, Endeavor’s body moved on its own to turn on Hawks and save Dabi; well I think that would be a very interesting turn of events with some fun ramifications to explore.

And during all of this, AFO could and possibly would just be standing around looking ugly & going “Luigi wins by doing nothing.”

Also just as a for-laughs real shot in the dark theory (which is saying something after suggesting Endeavor turning on Hakws), I’m gonna suggest that the chapter will end on a scene change to the Jaku fight with Machia, Kirishima, & Mina. Reason being: that fight seems like its also supposed to be important like the fight for Kurogiri was, so we’ll probably get around to it before arc’s end.

[00dawn00]

Tokoyami X shy! reader (part two)

(sorry for the misspellings i have fake nails on rn bc i had a wedding to go to)

as y/n woke up to they got a text from Tokoyami telling them he’s on his way. they tore out of bed so fast it would put Iida’s speed to shame.as they threw on their outfit and looked in the mirror they heard a knock at the door. “one minute!” they yelled as they ran into the bathroom to do their essentials then they grabbed their and bud their parents fairwell.

“Hey y/n” dark shadow yelled as they opened the door. “hey Dark Shadow, Hey Tokoyami” “ good morning y/n i hope you are doing well” “i am doing amazing! thanks for asking Toko”. the walk to school was quite as usual for two students who barely talk. then Dark Shadow broke the silence “so why does Mr. Aizawa sleep in a sleeping bag? is it because he gets cold? or does he sleep naked? cause Tokoyami sleeps in just hi-” just then an egg was thrown at all three of you from across the street. as you looked over you saw Monoma (idk how to spell his name) and his friends with a carton of eggs. you and Tokoyami didn’t waste another and sprinted to UA as fast as you could. as you both ran inside the gate of UA the eggs stopped but you two didn’t. you were soon yelled at by Tenya Iida the appointed “Hall Monitor” of class 1-a. “ WHAT IN TARNATIONS ARE TWO DOING RUNNING IN THE COURTYARD?” as Tokoyami explained the situation Iida soon walked into the 1-a class room door.

As you and Tokoyami laughed your buts off Dark Shadow started talking again “as i was saying- ooooo y/n” “yes Dark Shadow?” “me and Tokoyami were gonna go to an ice cream shop after school. Would you like to come?” you froze for a second or two asking yourself- like a date? as you shook your head at the thought you asked in a calm voice “l-like a date?” you asked blushing so hard, probably as red as Kirishima’s hair. “i-i mean if you would like it to be” Tokoyami stated blushing also. “i would love too” you stated before kissing his cheek and sprinting into class. Tokoyami stood there shocked that YOU had just KISSED HIM. he was shooken out of his thought by Iida yelling at him that he was going to be late if he didn’t hurry up. as he walked into class and sat he couldn’t help but stare at you waiting for the day to end so that he could FINALLY take you out…

HAHAHA CLIFF HANGER MFS-

i’m sorry for my language even though i don’t mean it and my friend is making me say this. i mean i do mean it

@archer-fb here’s your tag:)

[iamashippinggod]

"Welcome to the class, neighbor."

Part two of my mini-fic series is here! @julybreakbingo Bingo Prompt: Boy Next Door Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Content Warning: Brief mention of Hitoshi in foster care, but doesn't explain anything explicit, it just implies that he has trauma from then though. Explicit Language. Tags: New Kid, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Eri, Married Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Past/Reference to Child Abuse, Class 1-A, Established Relationships, Shinsou Hitoshi replaces Mineta Minoru, Welcoming Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi has Social Anxiety, Kaminari Denki has ADHD, Pansexual Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Jirou Kyouka, Gay Shinsou Hitoshi. Side Note: So, I lied about Kaminari being flirty, I clearly don't know how to write him being flirty. BUT... Well, I'm not gonna spoil it. This is cross-platformed on AO3, I hope you all enjoy

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Summary:  “After some complaints about his behavior toward the other students,” Shouta gives a sharp eye toward the girls, “He’s being reprimanded for going against the school code of conduct, and therefore his punishment is expulsion.” Both him and Hitoshi don’t miss how the girls seem to relax after hearing that. “Either way, Mineta has been removed as a student and will no longer be attending UA. Hitoshi will be taking his place from now on. Now,” Hitoshi and the rest of the class deadpan at the sight of Shouta zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag. “Everyone introduce yourselves, and get to know each other.” Socialize. While he goes lay down behind the podium, Hitoshi looks back at the class, noting everyone’s eyes are on him now. Jee, thanks, you old bastard. “Uh,” He raises a hand to rub the back of his neck, “So… Nice to meet you all?” In seconds, he was surrounded.

Ah yes. The early morning. That special time of day where Hitoshi loves nothing more than to tell the world “fuck off and fuck that.”

            With a groan, the teen slaps his hand against the sheets, feeling around for his phone to shut off that horrendous noise that he called an alarm. It definitely does the job of waking him up in the morning. But then again, so does coffee. But no, Dad and Pops said that it was bad for his health to consume so much at his age, and yet, he literally watched Dad down an entire pot a few days ago. Hypocrite.

            If Hitoshi listens hard enough, he can make out the sound of his Pops in the kitchen, his phone hooked up to the speaker so he could play his music a bit louder. Underneath the music, he can hear him humming along to the beat. It’s the same routine he’s been getting used to since he came to live with them.

            He bites back the sigh, the thought of the foster homes still makes him queasy, and he does his best to bury the memories deep in the back of his mind to avoid everything that could come with them. Even though his parents knew that his time back then wasn’t exactly great, they didn’t know the extent of it aside from what was on the paperwork. Hitoshi plans to keep it that way. 

            The soft footsteps outside his door indicated that Eri was awake now, and that was his cue to get up. The last time he slept in longer than her, she had been sent in to wake him up. And in her mind, the best way to do that was to jump on him, which resulted in his ribs being sore during breakfast. Not that he minded though, if ruffling her hair afterwards said anything.

            The teen sat up, the muscles in his back stretching at the sudden movement when he heard a knock. “I’m awake.” He tries to say, but it comes out in a loud mumble at best.

            “Mister Shouta says you're going to be late for your first day.” He hears Eri say, which makes him sigh. Still not calling them Dad and Pops yet, huh? At least it’s better than “Mister Aizawa.”

            “Alright, I’ll be out in a minute.”

            He hears her leave. 

            Minutes later, and he was walking out of his room still in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the sleepiness. He follows the sound of chatter, music, and the smell of sweet maple syrup to the kitchen. Rounding the corner, he can see Eri sitting in her seat while Hizashi places a plate of pancakes in front of her.

            “Morning, little listener.” 

            Hitoshi replies with a grumble, immediately making his way toward the coffee machine. Only, a hand landed on his shoulder and he was turned back toward the table to sit. “Nope.” 

            “Seriously?” Hitoshi looks over his shoulder as he sits down reluctantly, seeing Shouta walk over to the coffee machine to make himself another cup (he knows damn well that man already had two). “How am I supposed to funfiction without my life elixir?”

            Shouta has the audacity to shrug, leaning back against the counter as he raises his mug to his face. “Will power and determination.”

            “Who do I look like? Midoriya?”

            Hizashi chuckles. “Speaking of your soon-to-be classmates…” 

            Hitoshi groans again, turning away from his parents when a plate of pancakes gets placed in front of him. “Thank you.”

            “Are you excited for today?”

            Shouta scoffs. “He shouldn’t be.” He says, making Hizashi look at him with a raised brow. Shouta shrugs, “The deal was no special privileges. He’ll be getting the same treatment I give to the other hellions.”

            “And that’s fair, however,” Hizashi walks toward Shouta until he’s standing right in front of him, “That treatment doesn’t start until you’re both in school.” 

            Hitoshi doesn’t have to turn around to know Hizashi had kissed him. “PDA, there’s a child present.” Eri giggles at his words. 

            Behind him, Shouta was hiding his smile behind his mug while Hizashi went back to cooking. He looks up at the clock before looking at Hitoshi, “Eat up, we’ll be leaving in an hour.” Hitoshi gave him a thumbs up as a response, his mouth currently full of pancakes.

Okay. In hindsight, Hitoshi knows that moving into the dorms isn’t that big of a deal. Really, he does. And he also knows that the whole point of this “no special privileges” rule he and his Dad have decided on meant no special living arrangements that would separate him from his soon-to-be classmates.

            But…

           “Remind me why I can’t just stay with you and Pops like I have been?”

           Shouta sighs, the teen looking up at him as they walk. “We said no special privileges, that means no special living arrangements. You’ll be living with your classmates just like you were when you were in General Studies.”

            “You make a valid point, however,” Shouta sighs again, “After you guys moved onto campus and adopted Eri, I was still staying with you full time. Hell, I barely even stayed in dorms with the rest of Class 1-C.”

            “Yes. However…” Shouta mimics, stopping and turning to look at him. “Being a hero means having to be in the company of others that you may not get along with or just don’t want to be around. Think of this as training.”

            “Training for what? Midoriya breaking his bones in the field? Bakugou shouting “die, die, die” like he’s that one BattleShip audio yelling “dive, dive, dive?”

            “Socializing.”

            The word made him cringe. “I’d rather suffer through one of Eri’s tea parties.”

            Though he hasn’t said anything, and may never will, Hitoshi was a nervous wreck.

            It was no secret amongst his family that he has social anxiety, but given his past and how he was mistreated growing up, it made sense. Though, since he was adopted, Shouta and Hizashi have been trying to help him work on it, even offering to set him up with a counselor. Of course, Hitoshi always denied the counselor route. He meant it when he said he does everything he can to avoid bringing up past memories, and he plans to keep it that way.

            But still, he does find it a bit annoying how the anxious feeling was stirring in his stomach as they continued their walk. It was like he was joining a brand new school in the middle of a semester even though he knew that wasn’t true, that everything but the course was the same. And in hindsight, he knows these people. Well, of these people. 

            He was the new kid in this scenario, and it was annoying.

            Of course, he wasn’t going to admit to feeling this way. That just wasn’t his way of doing things. That’s not going to change anytime soon. 

           “Hey,” Shouta places a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. And it’s not like you’re moving out permanently. Think of this as a second home. Besides, we’ll still be living together, just with a few extra people.” Okay, he gets that.

            It still wasn’t what he wanted to hear though.

Hitoshi figured that some of Class 1-A would be shocked to see him standing in the middle of the living area with their teacher by his side. He knows that they’re aware of his relationship with Shouta, but knowing his Dad, he hasn’t told them that a new student would be joining them.

           Or that one of them would be leaving their class.

           A part of his anxiety stemmed from this fact. Knowing that one of these people will probably hate him for taking their place. The other, well, he just didn’t want them seeing him as a villain like the others did.

          Okay, yeah. It’s been a year since he was around people who thought that of him, and he is more than grateful to be away from all of that. But after spending so long in that kind of environment, it’s embedded in his very core. 

          It’s annoying. 

         But not nearly as annoying as having all of Class 1-A’s eyes on him, staring at him with such a look of shock, he would think they witnessed him committing a crime. 

         “Starting today, we’ll have a new student joining the Hero Course. I’m sure most of you remember him from the Sports Festival.” Shouta looks toward the purple-haired boy. “Hitoshi Aizawa.”

           Biting down a gulp, Hitoshi raised his hand and waved. “Er, hi?”

           “Mindfuck?” Bakugou shouts. 

            “Bakugou, language!” 

            “Oh shut up, you walking autobot.”

"You walking- what?"

Midoriya looks toward the guy with glasses, looking surprised, "Iida, have you never seen Transformers?"

When glasses shook his head, Midoriya looked at him, mouth a gap and a gasp could be heard from the pink-haired girl across the room. "Iida! That is a cardinal sin," She said, shaking her head, "We're having a movie night."

            “Is no one going to mention the fact that he just said Hitoshi Aizawa?” Said the spiky redhead, provoking more yelling. God damn it.

             “Of course he’s an Aizawa, Shitty hair! He was at their wedding.”

            Though he could see the shocked look on his face, Midoriya still raises his hand and waves at him shyly, a small smile on his face. To his left, he sees another blond raise his hand. “Um, sir? If he’s joining our class, doesn’t that mean one of us is being transferred out?” 

            The question makes him tense. “Wow, Kaminari actually asked a reasonable question.” The purple-haired girl said, whom the blond rolled his eyes at.

            They all look toward the teacher, who sighs. “You’re correct. One of you has already been transferred out of the Hero Course.” He said. They all stare at him with anticipation. “Mineta will no longer be joining us, in fact, he’s being removed from the school as we speak.” 

            This was news to Hitoshi. He knew about the transfer, not being removed from the school.

            “Sir?” The girl with the black-spikey ponytail raised her hand. “It makes sense to transfer one of us out for a new student, but why not have Mineta take Aizawa- Er, Hitoshi’s place in General Studies?” 

            After the eternal cringe he makes, he speaks up. “Uh, call me Hitoshi, please.” He bites back the urge to bite down on the inside of his cheeks. “‘S kind of weird to be called by the old man’s name, you know?”

            “Oh thank god,” The blond (what was his name again?) from earlier breaths out, “That would be very confusing if we had to call you both by your last names.” 

            “After some complaints about his behavior toward the other students,” Shouta gives a sharp eye toward the girls, “He’s being reprimanded for going against the school code of conduct, and therefore his punishment is expulsion.” Both him and Hitoshi don’t miss how the girls seem to relax after hearing that. “Either way, Mineta has been removed as a student and will no longer be attending UA. Hitoshi will be taking his place from now on. Now,” Hitoshi and the rest of the class deadpan at the sight of Shouta zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag. “Everyone introduce yourselves, and get to know each other.” Socialize.

            While he goes lay down behind the podium, Hitoshi looks back at the class, noting everyone’s eyes are on him now. Jee, thanks, you old bastard. 

            “Uh,” He raises a hand to rub the back of his neck, “So… Nice to meet you all?”

            In seconds, he was surrounded. 

            “Hi! My name is Mina Ashido.” Said the pink-haired girl, literally inches from his face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

            “The name’s Sero Hanta.”

            “Ochako Uraraka!” He recognized Uraraka from the Sports Festival, Sero vaguely for the same reason. 

            One by one, everyone introduced themselves. Of course, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugou didn’t need to introduce themselves, the three of them are difficult to forget once you meet them. This is literally the first day of school all over again. He bites back a sigh.

            Eventually, it comes down to the blond that had asked about the transfer earlier. “Hey, welcome to the class.” He said, “My name’s Denki Kaminari, and this,” He gestures to the purple-haired girl next to him, “Is my girlfriend.”

            The girl sighs, “Kyouka Jirou.”

            “It’s nice to meet you all.” You already said that.

            “Uh…” Nearly everyone turns their head toward Hagakure, “D-Does anyone else feel sort of bad that Mineta was expelled?”

            Before anyone could answer, there was a loud laugh from behind her, everyone turned to see Bakugou with a smirk on his face. “Like I would feel bad for turning in that perverted pipsqueak. That little shit had it coming.”

            This takes them all by surprise, “What? Kaachan, you reported Mineta?” Kaminari asked. 

            “I told you not to call me that!” Cue the sparking hands and angry stare from Bakugou as Kaminari sweat drops. Upon dropping this angry display, Bakugou adds. “And so what if I did? That little shit wasn’t cut out for hero work, all he cared about was groping Froggy over here or drooling over Pink Cheeks’ behind.”

            Cue a moment of silence before Mina squeals lightly. “Aww, Blasty. You do care!”

            “Shut the hell up, you racoon wannabe!”

Classes, lunch, more classes. The day passes by in a blur. The most he can remember is how many of them tried to carry a conversation with him, and how much he wanted to crawl into a dark corner just to get away from everyone.

            Socialize, they said, it won’t kill you, they said. Hitoshi couldn’t help but to think bitterly. Sighing as they walked into the dorms. Why do I feel so dead then? 

            Hitoshi’s feet seemed to drag as he walked behind his classmates. One thing he was glad about is that he didn’t have to share a room with anyone, so he could recharge his social battery much easier without anyone else in the room.

            Still, walking into the building felt strange.

            It wasn’t much different from Class 1-C’s dorms, the main living area looked the same for the most part. 

            The redhead, Kirishima, drops his bag from his shoulders and lets it drag behind him as they continue walking. “Finally, no more classes today.”

            Bakugou scoffs, “Don’t get too comfortable, Shitty Hair. Study group at mine in fifteen.” This provokes a groan out of a handful of their classmates, those being Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Jirou, and Kaminari. “And don’t be late again, Pikachu.” He gives Kaminari a pointed glare before heading to the kitchen.

            Hitoshi blocks out the rest of that conversation as he makes his way to the elevator, oblivious to the loud blond walking behind him until the doors close behind them. Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me. Hitoshi eyed the blond before forcing his eyes to look at the elevator doors.

           “So…” He drags out, Hitoshi raises a brow at him, “What did you think?”             “Of?” 

            “Your new classmates, obviously.” 

            Hitoshi rolled his eyes,  “Uh, they were fine, I guess.”

           Kaminari hums, but he doesn’t say anything else right away. It’s not until the doors open again and they were walking onto their floor that he started talking again (much to Hitoshi’s dislike).

          “So, do you want to join our study group?” Kaminari asked, “Kaachan can be a bit of a hard ass but without him and Yaoyorozu, I probably would have been kicked out of the Hero Course for bad grades alone.” 

            Hitoshi’s eyes scanned each door they passed, noting everyone had their names on their door. “No, I’m good.” He stops, relieved to finally have found his name on one of the doors. 

            Kaminari stops as well, looking at the door before a grin crawls onto his face. “Hey, we’re neighbors!” Hitoshi looks at him before noticing the door behind the blond, biting back a sigh when he sees his name on the door opposite of his. Kaminari notes his silence and his grin dips a little. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

           “I have no reason to.”

            “What? Don’t you talk to your friends?”

            Hitoshi scoffs, turning the door handle to open his door, “I’m not here to make friends.” And that was the truth.

            Friendship was the furthest thing from his mind. He was here for one reason and one reason only, and that is to prove to everyone in his past that they were wrong about him, that they wrote him off too quickly. He was going to prove that not everyone with a Quirk like his becomes Villains.

            He was going to prove them all wrong.

            But those words were something not everyone would understand, much less his classmates.

            As he was about to close his door, he noticed Kaminari staring at him, a slight frown on his lips as he looked at him with narrowed eyes. Hitoshi wonders what he was thinking. But before he could open his mouth to call him out for staring, Kaminari’s frown turned into a soft smile, and Hitoshi could have sworn he saw a glimmer in his eyes.

            “We’ll see.” The blond reaches behind him to open his door, "Welcome to the class, neighbor." With that, Kaminari disappears into his room with the door shutting behind him. 

            The hell is that supposed to mean? Hitoshi found himself staring at the closed door for a brief second. Ultimately, he shrugs it off and closes his door, setting down his bag before promptly marching over to his new bed for a nap.

[elleroodles]

*pretend this is anonymous* the way you post about unnus annus and i have no idea what it is but i enjoy seeing you post about it anyway

ty abbie nonnie 🥺 i get super self conscious about like. my interests and stuff so it’s very nice to hear one of my mutuals an anonymous person on the internet provide that validation :,)

[captainaikus]

𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃𝕀𝕊ℍ 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊 (𝟙/𝟜)

Synopsis : Carrying out a casual arrangement between two consenting adults, you and Katsuki are workmates along with being friends with benefits. The only flaw was the breaking of the third rule from your side along with the lashing out of Katsuki from the other on the night you had invited Deku over to his penthouse for dinner, causing you to leave with his cruel action and hurtful words left his lips. Would you forgive Katsuki or would you be out of his life for good?

Normal : current scene

Italic : Past

Italic bold : Reader's thoughts

Ratings : NSFW, Mature themes, Minors do not interact, MDNI or will be blocked.

Status : unedited, not proofread. Will correct mistakes if found while re-reading

Pairings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x coworker! quirkless! fem!reader (they’re 24)

Warnings : Rough sex, dom!mean! Katsuki, sub!fem!reader, pinching, mentions of nipple play, name calling, face fucking, cunnilingus, rough sex, turns sweet then cruel, non con-ish, degradation, hurt no comfort (yet), friends with benefits, blowjobs, spanking, pussy slapping, humiliation, feral! Katsuki, mentions of sadism, mentions of counting.

Word count : 4.1k

Note : Yeah this is another short series. Taking my time with part 2. No tag lists.

Reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated <3

Do not copy, translate, edit or repost my works.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing?” he growled, fingers digging into the side of the column of your throat. 

“Doing what any single woman does.” you answered haughtily. 

“At the fucking gala? With Deku? You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m gonna let you go home with that fucker.” he spat with anger, knee grinding into your crotch. 

“And why wouldn’t I go home with him? He smells amazing and from what I can tell…” you whispered, leaning forward towards his ear. “He can make my toes curl right on the money.” 

Half lidded eyes meeting yours with no light, only a shade of anger and torment, Katsuki leaned his body weight on you, pushing you against the wall. 

“I’ll make you regret those words.” 

“Remind me again why those two aren’t official?” Kaminari asked, his index finger circling around the rim of the glass of water watching the show on his phone in the conference room. 

“Cause they’re idiots who will eventually find their way to each other.” Sero replied, chugging down his glass of coffee, watching as you put the papers on the desk while Bakugou sat crossed legged in his formal suit, scowling at the work that he had been loaded with. 

There was no rumor at the office that Bakugou was seeing someone, yet the employees couldn’t put a finger on who it was. Newspapers and tabloids always wondered who the mystery woman was, walking out of his apartment at three in the morning, labeling her as his ‘secret lover.’ Being a fellow pro hero and graduate from UA and the department of accounts and management, you had found yourself having many offers from various pro heroes. Working with Endeavor for the first couple of years and soon moving to Dynamight’s agency, even if you had offers from Deku. 

You had noticed Katsuki from the initial years of his training in UA, admiring the way he could push himself to his limits. As childish of a crush it was, your teenage self would have been pleased to find out that you were working with him in his agency in your mid twenties. Receiving calls in early hours of the morning, getting cups of coffee which was not too sweet and purely black, getting scolded for skipping two rings only to answer his call on the third along with the eccentric and meticulous lines you had to work with regarding paperwork did make Katsuki a difficult man to work with, but you were always awarded with a night out at an expensive sushi restaurant when heroes had gotten together for a reunion when they were back in Japan. 

One night was all it took to change everything. 

Finding yourself in his arms, drunk from all the sake you had consumed and his state of not being sober, with Kirishima and Kaminari challenging him to a drinking contest, you had found your way into Katsuki’s arms within the walls of his penthouse after taking a cab from the restaurant. 

It wasn’t long until the two of you were naked, clothes lying on the floor as he drew moan after moans from your lips, making your toes curl into the mattress and your fingers digging into his back with each roll of his hips. Satisfied, he collapsed next to you, falling fast asleep while you did the same, only to wake up before him with a pounding in your head. 

Waking up next to Katsuki seemed like a lucid dream and it took minutes to realize that things had gone south. Shuffling on the floor for your clothing, you were quick to change into your clothes, not noticing that katsuki had already woken up, groggy with mind feeling heavy from the amount he had drank the previous night. Sitting up on the bed, he watched as you searched for your bag, eyes widening at the realization of what had transpired through the night. Looking around the room, you noticed him staring at you, your heart pulsing faster as it was going to explode at the naked man under the sheets before you, the sunlight illuminating his head like a halo. 

Opening your mouth to speak, he beat you to it. 

“We will not speak of this again.” 

Nodding at the statement, you sucked in your teeth, rocking back and forth on your heel before he spoke again. 

“Are you on… birth control or is there something I can get you?” 

Blinking at the softness he looked at you with, you responded. “No. I’m fine. But I really should head to work.” 

“Let me make breakfast and drop you. We work in the same building anyway.” he said, getting up from the bed with the sheets to cover himself, padding his way out of the room. 

“You should probably take a shower. I’ll… arrange something for you.” he said, turning his back to you. 

God did he have the body of Adonis. 

“Alright.” 

The morning was strangely domestic with Katsuki cooking you a meal rather than the toast that you usually grabbed off the toaster in your mouth before running off to work. The clothes he gave you were strangely the taste of a woman who seemed old but you weren’t complaining. The drive to work was a quiet one with the humming of the engine and the radio filling the silence with news regarding the execution of Deku’s latest mission causing Katsuki to scowl while you stared at your reflection in the mirror. 

The teenage you would have been happy to have Katsuki, but the adult you felt a sense of bittersweet sadness for it hadn’t gone the way you had thought of. 

The scene at work had changed with the feeling of Katsuki watching you move or stare too long if you had helped a male co-worker. He left lingering touches when you handed him a pen or gave him a file, feeling the ghost of his calloused but soft hand running lightly on the surface until it was taken back. 

But never again did you speak of that night, until you felt Katsuki grab your hand pulling you outside of the office close to the parking lot. 

“Are you seeing someone?” he asked, arms folded across his broad chest. Confused at his question, you cocked your head to the side. 

“Just answer the damn question.” 

“No, I’m not. Why do you ask?” you asked, scrunching your eyebrows together. 

“Alright. If you’re not against it, how about we make a casual arrangement.” he asked, eyes staring into yours. 

He was serious. 

“What’s in it for me?” 

Taking a few moments, Katsuki’s eyes looked to the ground before raising his gaze into yours. 

“I’m not seeing anyone. Last time we fucked, you didn’t tell a single soul about it. I’m a consenting adult and you’re one too, and we both work at the same agency. So far, that one night hasn’t affected your performance nor mine at work, and it keeps my priorities right.” 

“Are you insinuating a friends with benefits…kind of a deal?” you asked, eyes narrowing at his words. 

“If that’s what you wanna fucking call it, yeah.” he shrugged. 

“Okay.” 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his lips pulled into a tight line with seriousness. 

“Yeah.” 

“Great. Get in the car. We’re going to my place. Wear the hat, glasses, coat and mask. The last thing I want is for the paparazzi to get their hands on the surveillance and ruin the both of us.” he spat, opening the door of the car for you. 

There were three ground rules. One, Do not speak of the arrangement to anyone. Two, No fucking around at work and three, if you find someone new or start to like the other, the arrangement is off. 

Spending many nights of the week in Katsuki’s room, you had discovered a different side to him. As soft as his gestures were to you in the morning with making you breakfast and giving you a change of clothes, he could also be cruel, making your thighs shake from overstimulation, tears flowing down your face from the ache of not being able to cum, your waist bruised from his grip and your hair pulled as he roughly fucked into you. 

It was a casual arrangement that had worked out in both your favor… but you felt a sense of emptiness anytime you were back in your apartment with only the scent of him to remind you that what happened wasn’t a dream. 

It was wrong to take the offer, considering that your feelings for him were existent but the hope of him looking at you with the eyes of a lover still remained. 

Work soon turned into a nightmare, with gestures like placing a bottle of water on your table or giving you an extra mug of coffee when he made some for himself. Even if the gesture was kind and upto some extent the same as caring for a friend, it didn’t change the fact that it built false hope. 

It wasn’t until one of the regular nights that you laid in Katsuki’s bed when he handed you a glass of water while taking his own that you muttered your thoughts out loud. 

“Katsuki.” 

He hummed, taking a sip of water while using the towel to wipe off the sweat that coated his forehead. 

“What happens if one of us… starts to like the other?” you asked, clutching the glass of water close to your chest.

“The arrangement is off and we go our separate ways.” he stated. Crimson eyes turning to you, they widened at the question upon understanding the meaning of it. 

“Why do you ask? Do you…?” he asked, fists clenching the sheets that pooled around his waist. 

“No. I’m doing fine with this. Just… wanted to reconfirm.” was all you said, setting the glass of water on the nightside table beside the bed. 

“If that’s what you damn well say.” he grumbled, turning off the light, facing to the other side away from you. 

The possibility of the chance of him being anything in your life except for another pro hero who you worked with, and the ending of this relationship once you were discovered caused a tear to stain his sheet that night while your hand pressed against your mouth tightly, not letting a single sound out to alarm the man laying in bed with his back turned towards you. 

“And why the fuck did you not tell me that we had to go to Shibuya for fucking undercover work?!” Katsuki shouted, slamming the file of the Hero commission report on the table, causing you to flinch. 

It wasn’t long until the nights you spent with Katsuki began to interfere with your work, causing your performance to decline. 

“It wasn’t until friday that I had found out, Dynamight. The mission was due this Tuesday. We didn’t have the arrangements and strategies in place for carrying out an undercover mission that could take weeks or months to prepare. If anything, you should blame the front desk for submitting the notice late.”  

“You’re covering up with fucking excuses?! I didn’t hire a goddamn extra to work with me. I hired a partner. Better step up your fucking game if you don’t want the ratings of this agency to crash.” he spat in fury. 

“I don’t see what the problem is. Even if our agency didn’t handle it, Deku agency was sent the same notice and they had it covered. At the end of the day, they caught villains, threw them in prison and the citizens were and still are safe. Isn’t that the reason for the existence of every hero agency?” you answered, eyes narrowed at the new attitude Bakugou displayed. 

Before he could argue, you clapped your hands together, catching him off guard. 

“I’ve arranged dinner for tomorrow night at your penthouse with Deku.” you declared. “It’s a personal thanks on the agency’s part that we didn’t get the worst ratings since he had decided to handle the work well.” 

You left no room for argument as you walked out of the office door, preparing for the next night, clutching your phone in hand while gritting your teeth at the spiteful choice of words that Bakugou had used for something that was an honest mistake. 

It would be long enough until your facade broke over the way he had treated everyone including his friends the same way. What drove the knife even more into the wound was the fact that you probably never crossed his mind during the day, only to exist for warming his dick and his sheets at night. 

“Thank you for the dinner, Miss. (Y/N).” Deku said, putting his chopsticks to a rest as you picked up the empty plate and crockery, rubbing his hands nervously on his clothed thighs.

“Our pleasure to have you here Midoriya san.” you said with a warm smile, while Katsuki glared at the two of you, chewing the last of the meat, throwing his chopsticks into the plate. 

Lips pulled into a tight line, you bent to pick up the plate, only to feel Katsuki’s hand brush up against your forearm. Getting up abruptly with the chair dragging loudly against the marble floor, Katsuki made his way to the living room, leaving you in a confused daze at his rather… intimate gesture. 

“I’ll help you.” Midoriya offered, taking the unclean plates from you. 

“It’s fine Midoriya san. I’ll carry them.” you protested, shooing his hands away from them. 

“I insist.”

“If you must.” 

Setting the plates into the dishwasher, he stood beside you as you closed the door of it. 

“Could you mind telling me where the bathroom is?” he asked nervously, scratching his cheek. 

“It’s the third door from the left.” you said, directing him with your hand. 

“You must’ve spent a lot of time with Kacchan to know which door is which despite my third time coming into his house.” he laughed. 

If only he knew the sinful sounds these walls had heard for you to know. 

Waving goodbye to Deku as he sped down the road, you made your way into the elevator, pushing the button to the top most floor. Opening the door, you were spun around by rough hands, your back against the wood of the door. Inhaling the signature cologne, you heard Katsuki’s deep breaths near your ear. 

“Strip and get on the bed now.” 

Leaving you, he made his way to the couch in the living room. 

“I will count to five. If you haven’t taken everything off by then, I’m going to make sure you wish you did.” he announced loudly. 

“Five.” 

You were running towards the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. 

“Four.” 

You were stripping your clothes, ripping the top you were wearing causing all the buttons to fall like rain onto the floor. 

“Three.” 

Unbuckling your bra you threw it in the corner of the room, not caring where it was with a promise to search for it the next morning. 

“Two.”  

You were pulling at your bottoms, frantically throwing it off your foot. 

“One.” 

Discarding your underwear you stood before the bed, hearing the slippers against the floor as footsteps grew near. 

Grabbing your chin in his hand, Katsuki brought you close, one hand going around your waist to squeeze the flesh of your ass as his nose nearly touched yours. Bringing his lips close to yours, he lightly trailed his soft ones against yours murmuring in the process. 

“Got off being mouthy as my yesterday and then I see you wanting to fuck next. Is my fuck buddy that much of a whore?” he asked, hand now moving from your chin to pull at the locks of your hair, causing light pain to cascade through your scalp. 

“Huh?” he taunted, hand raising to smack your ass causing you to yelp. “Answer me.” 

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” you breathed, body arching into his. 

“And to think that someone so pathetic is working with me. You think I’d let you off the hook just cause I fuck this pussy?” he asked, hand going lower towards your unclothed core, teasing lightly before landing a slap to it. 

“Fucking. Answer me.” he growled, hand letting go of your hair only to grab it once more. 

“No, Katsuki.” 

“At least you did one thing right today. Got naked when I fucking told you to.” he laughed sadistically, rubbing your ass cheek, pulling away. 

“Get on your fucking knees.” 

Taking a shuddered breath, you lowered yourself onto the floor, shivering as your body met with the cold marble floor. 

“Unzip my pants,” he commanded. 

With shaky fingers you did as he told. 

“Take my cock out.” 

Pulling the boxers beneath his shaft to rest under his balls, you looked up at him. 

“Now suck.” he said, eyes staring into yours.  

Licking the tip of it, you took it gently into your mouth when a hand pushed you to the base of it, causing you to gag. “Oops- I meant choke.” he said darkly, hips slowly rocking into your mouth before picking up pace and face fucking you. Feeling him come to a stop after a good couple of thrusts, he pulled away with strings of saliva and precum connected between your tongue and the tip of his cock. 

“Get on the fucking bed.” 

Wiping the excess mess with your hand, you nodded, sitting on the bed. 

“Ass up and face in the pillow. I don’t want to fucking look at you right now.” he snarled, taking off his shirt. “Sluts don’t deserve to be treated nicely.” 

This was different. There were times when Katsuki had degraded, humiliated and tormented you, but he always had something praising to say, calling you his good girl and how well you were taking him, while littering kisses wherever he could reach. This Katsuki was different, taking his sadism a notch and was yet to say something nice to you, which hurt. 

Getting behind you, he licked your opening, causing you to squirm as he landed a harsh hit behind your thigh. 

“Don’t fucking move. Or I’ll leave you high and dry. Doesn’t take much to get me off.” 

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. 

Why was he being so hurtful? 

You moaned as the feeling of his tongue licking your clit, his finger slipping into your wet cunt creating squelching sounds. Pulling off with a suck, he continued to finger you, increasing his digits to two as he pumped in and out of your pussy. 

Satisfied with how much he had stretched you, he raised himself, the front of your thighs meeting the back of yours, pushing the tip of his cock in. You moaned at the familiar feeling of his dick, while Katsuki moaned with you as your greedy walls sucked him. With a thrust of his hips he was balls deep in, body hovering over yours. 

“Say you’re a whore.” 

You felt your eyebrows pinch at the sudden command. 

He had never done this before. 

Rocking his hips into you, you moaned until he came to stop. “Fucking say it.” he demanded. 

“Katsuki, what the fu-” you protested only to have your nipple pinched while he balanced his weight with the other hand. 

“Do sluts talk?” he asked, gravely into your ear as you whimpered. 

“Do they?” he grit out, twisting your nipple slightly, causing it to hurt. 

“No.” you answered. 

“They obey. Now. Say you’re a whore.” he said, licking the shell of your ear. 

Your eyes turned glassy, shoulder relaxing as you did what he commanded. 

“I am a whore.” 

Katsuki thrusted at a rough pace, fingers digging into your hips as you rocked along with him. Reaching a hand around, he rubbed at your clit, the pad of his fingers rubbing circles into your skin while the other toyed with your breast. You could feel yourself getting closer as his pace had reduced to the slow roll of his hips the way you liked it. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as he bit into it lightly. Repeating the slow in and out of his dick as his hips worked into yours, Katsuki’s hands traveled to yours, pushing them into the bed. 

It felt romantic, in the most fucked up way possible. It was strange of him to change his demeanor which made you feel it was too good to be true. 

The mirage broke when he pulled out of you all too sudden, and started jerking himself off making himself cum while you didn’t. 

You watched over your shoulder in horror at the sight of the pro hero fisiting his cock, his abs glistening in his sweat and his hair damp from the activities prior, painting your rear white as he moaned at his release. Breathing roughly, his gaze met your widened orbs. 

“I’m done.” was all he said, getting up to fetch a rag to clean the both of you up. Feeling him wipe your back and rear, you got up, covering yourself with a blanket as he walked back to the room with a robe on, phone in one hand. 

“Get your shit. I’m calling you a cab.” he said, fingers tapping away on the keypad. 

What. 

“I can’t stay over?” you asked, moving on your knees towards the edge of the bed, feeling your thighs ache.

Not answering you, Katsuki turned to pick up your clothes. 

“Katsuki?” you asked, as you watched him throw the dump of clothes on your side of the bed. Grabbing his hand, you tried to coax him. 

“Talk to me.” 

You felt his body relax when he pulled away from your hand as if you were poison. 

“I don’t want you here.” he said, clenching his jaw. 

“You haven’t made a single word of praise about me today Katsuki. You even finished yourself off in front of me and made me watch and I didn’t even get to cum. I felt like I was being punished by your anger when I did nothing wrong.” you said, your eyes now turning red from the onslaught of tears. Katsuki watched as you reached out for your clothes, sniffling as you got dressed from his harsh treatment. 

“Maybe if you go to Deku, he’d get you off. He can get you to whore for him easily, wouldn’t he?” he spat bitterly.  

Buttoning the last button of your shirt, you spun to Katsuki. Unable to believe what you had just heard from him, you felt your mouth open at the words he had just muttered, but no sound came out. Your chest heaved in pain and anger while your hand clenched at the base of your shirt. 

“Wh-what?” you stuttered as Bakugou looked away from you, his face set in a stone expression.

Walking up to him, you watched as Katsuki folded his arms and sneered at you. Placing both your hands on either side of his face, your teary eyes peered into Katsuki’s. 

“I have done nothing but love you, Bakugou. Ever since the days of UA, I have watched you. You have pushed yourself to earn the title of a hero, and I have always admired that. The first thing I did after quitting Endeavor’s agency was come here. All I wanted to do was be by your side, even if it meant that I had to cry by your bedside every night because I couldn’t have you. Just so that I could watch you soar.

But what you’re doing right now is hurting me. Worse than before. So… from now on.” you said, slowly, hands slightly shaking his face as his eyes searched into yours. 

“This agreement is over. I won’t be around you anymore, and I’m never coming back here.I’ll keep my distance. My contract with Dynamight agency ends in another five months. Don’t speak to me, message or call unless it's work. I’ll be gone soon.” you said with finality, moving away to pick up your purse that was discarded on the floor.

Not daring to turn back, you made your way to the front door, closing it gently shut as tears poured down your face, your throat burning from how hard it was to breathe from the heavy heaving of your chest as your shoulders shuddered with sobs. 

Making your way to the ground floor, you made your way into the cab Bakugou called for you, eyes peering up at the penthouse as the driver drove away, the view of it getting smaller and smaller with the distance, growing dark. 

Sometimes… fate could be cruel towards those who chase it.

[bakumu-archive]

you already have me

bakugou x reader

wc: 1.8k

summary: you expect to spend the night relaxing while bakugou spends time with his friends, until game night gets cut short and you become the center of his attention

cw: porn with little plot, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating (idk if it counts but just to be safe), he carries the reader (he’s strong, he could carry you), a lil fluff as a treat, aged up characters, established relationship

a/n: posting for third time hoping to show up in the tags ✌

“DIE, YOU NERDS!”

Chuckling to yourself as you hear Katsuki scream obscenities from the game room, you continue your work in the kitchen making dinner. Standing by the stove and waiting for the water to boil you can’t help but miss his presence, even if he’s only a room away.

Your thoughts drift through various ideas: what are you going to do for the rest of the night, if your favorite fanfic has had an update come out, what Katsuki’s schedule looks like next week… Your thoughts always drift back to him, the love of your life and you can’t help but be jealous of his keyboard right now.

Gaming night with the boys was—as much as he would never admit it—one of Katsuki’s favorite things. He missed seeing his friends every day like back in their UA days, but since becoming a pro hero, getting engaged, and buying a house he has had to shuffle his priorities around. Usually, you spend the whole evening trying to relax as his shouting soothes your eardrums from the other room, but tonight is different as his footsteps suddenly sneak up behind you.

Grabbing your hips, he pulls you back into him. “Hey princess, I’ve missed you.”

His voice is huskier than normal, sending vibrations right to your core. His hands grip your hips tighter and you push your ass back into him.

“Katsu! I thought you were playing games tonight?” Your question sounds whinier than you intended but right now you couldn’t care less.

He hums behind you, grinding his growing erection into you some more before muttering, “Denki had to stop, early patrol tomorrow.”

He turns you around and picks you up so you are sitting on the countertop, hands skimming down your sides until he is gripping at your hips again. Stepping between your thighs to get closer to you, his eyes rake up your body taking you in. Your breathing is heavy, making him chuckle.

“You’re so worked up already, have I been neglecting my pretty girl?”

If you weren’t so turned on, you would have rolled your eyes at him, but all you do is whimper. You pout as he smirks at you, moving his hands under your shirt to rub your soft skin with his thumbs.

How he is able to turn you into a whimpering mess with just a few actions is always a surprise to you, but it has been a few days since he’s given you this much of his undivided attention.

His mouth is just a breath away from yours as he stares at your lips. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”

Ghosting his lips over yours, toying with you, trying to drive you crazy. Surging forward, you try to capture his lips, but he pulls away just out of reach. As you beg him with your eyes to kiss you already, he licks his lips and lets out a deep groan before crashing his lips onto yours.

Tongue and teeth clashing into each other, he reaches one hand around your back, pulling you closer to him, while the other traces up your body to your neck. Angling your head, he kisses you deeper. A moan you didn’t even know you were trying to keep down emerges, breaking the kiss.

Feeling entirely too hot, you grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, quickly following it with your bra. Sucking in a breath as you expose your chest to him, he follows your lead, throwing his shirt across the room. Your eyes watch your fingers as they ghost across his abs before they move slowly up his body, bringing out a shudder from Katsuki. He’s holding his breath, waiting for you to make the next move. When your hands make their way up to his neck, you meet his gaze. His eyes are hungry, consuming your soul. It feels suffocating, but you can’t look away.

He moves his lips back to yours needily. He peppers kisses down your face before starting his assault on your neck. He starts out lightly kissing your skin at your pulse point, but as you moan more, he can’t hold himself back. He sucks and bites at your weak spots, intending on leaving his mark. His lips start to ghost down your chest as he moves his palms from your waist to your breasts, kneading them before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.

Moans escape from your mouth as your hips move on their own against his cock. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and your mind goes numb at the thought of him. Your hand reaches down to rub him through the fabric and you feel him pulse under your palm.

“F-fuck. Keep doing that, princess, and I’m gonna cream my pants,” he whispers breathlessly. He must be as frustrated as you if he’s already this close.

Looking down at him, you bat your eyelashes and whisper, “I’d rather you cum in me, daddy.”

A guttural moan leaves his throat. He suddenly turns to the stove - shutting off the burner that you had completely forgotten about with a slam before moving his hands back to your body, gripping under your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck as he effortlessly picks you up off the counter. Wrapping your fingers into his hair, he resumes his assault on your neck as he makes his way to the bedroom.

He places you down on the edge of the bed and you stare up at him. His body looks like it’s glowing. A thin sheen of sweat on his skin, fiery eyes roaming all over your body, and with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, you think he looks like a god. He slowly starts to take off his jeans, dragging them down his hips slowly. He’s teasing you, knowing that you are getting wetter from watching him.

His cock springs free and you gasp, realizing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sight of it makes your core clench. You desperately wish for it to be in your hands, your mouth, your cunt, honestly anywhere on you at this point.

“If you see something you want, you know you just have to ask for it,” he says as he closes in on you. His body encompasses yours. Looking down from above you, surrounding you in all of his heat, he places his hands on either side of your hips, waiting.

“Please, Katsu. I just want you.”

He lets out a small “tch” before reaching down to pull off your pants and underwear.

“You already have me, dumbass,” he says affectionately.

Your eyes meet and bask in the tender moment before his lips are on you again. Scooting you back on the bed, he climbs on top of you. Your lips meet in a frenzy, swallowing each other’s moans before they can escape. Both of you lose yourself to the kiss, tongues meeting in unison. He pulls away from you and you groan at the loss of contact.

His hand runs down your body, before dipping between your folds. A groan leaves him. “Fuck, baby. You’re already so wet for me.”

He gathers up your slick on his fingers before he brings them up to his mouth. Keeping his gaze locked with yours, he places his fingers in his mouth and moans. His eyes flutter as he sucks them clean. “You always taste so good. Mmm. If I didn’t need to fuck you so bad I’d eat your cunt out for hours.”

You can’t help but feel your empty hole flutter at the thought, but you agree. You are way too needy right now.

“Please, Katsu. Fuck me already. I need you, daddy.”

You can feel his body shudder when you drawl out those last words. He’s losing his composure and it’s exactly what you need right now.

He slowly spreads your legs out wider for him. He slides the tip of his cock against your clit and through your folds, drawing out moan after moan from you. And from the looks of it, Katsuki looks like he isn’t faring any better. He’s concentrating on not cuming already and he’s not even inside you yet. He places his elbows on the bed next to your head as the tip of him slides inside of your wet cunt, stretching you so deliciously. You missed his cock so much, even if it’s only been a few days. He pushes in you slowly and when he finally bottoms out, you both release a small, “fuck.”

His lips move against yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming himself back in, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. You break the kiss, arching your back, not being able to concentrate on anything except how he feels inside of you, as he keeps a steady pace fucking you expertly.

Your walls already fluttering around him and he moves his hand down to thumb at your clit. “Gonna cum for me already? That’s my good girl.”

At his praise, you feel your whole body tense. Your orgasm races through you, causing you to cry out his name like it’s the only word you know, vision turning black as you see stars, and your head swims in your high. His hips stutter as he lets out a string of curses before he pushes his cock deeper into your dripping cunt, spilling his cum into you.

He stays inside of you as he relaxes his body, putting some of his weight on you. Both of you are trying to catch your breath, as he looks down at you and smiles.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

You grin back at him, looking into his eyes that are so full of love and tenderness. “Yeah, I know, Katsuki,” you reply.

You kiss his nose, causing him to blush and you laugh. “Really, you just fucked the life out of me, but one kiss on your nose has you blushing? You’re so cute.”

He pulls out of you, rolling his eyes, and retorting, “Shut up, dumbass.” He climbs off the bed as you laugh. You roll to your side, watching him and following his ass with your eyes as he picks the discarded clothing off the floor. He reaches out a hand to you to pull you off the bed. “Lets get cleaned up and figure out dinner.”

You accept his help, using his hand to anchor yourself while your legs return to their non-jelly form. He kisses your forehead once you’re stable and as you make your way to the bathroom, he slaps your ass.

“Keep doing that, Katsu, and we’re gonna have to go for round two,” you tease.

He pulls you back into his warm embrace and wraps his arms around you. “Oh yeah? If we order takeout, I bet I could get two more rounds in before the food gets here.”

You laugh while he goes to find his phone to order from your favorite restaurant. You can hear him yell from across the house. “They’ll be here in 40 minutes, get back on the bed!”

God, you were in for a long night, but with Katsuki you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[meeko-mar]

The more I think about it, the more I might be signing on to the theory that Izuku KNOWS his trigger is Kacchan, and he just hasn't admitted/confronted it yet...At least, that we have yet seen.

Hold my non-alcoholic beverage.

Once again, let's preface with the fact that we have SEEN with our own eyes, that Kacchan has been the trigger of two specific incidents, being Monoma insulting Kacchan and Izuku becoming angry enough to manifest Black Whip.

And second, Kacchan following him into danger, and then getting impaled and nearly dying to protect him, which then triggered possibly the most RAGE we have ever seen Izuku possess, AND the manifestation of Danger Sense, AND caused him to literally throw himself at AFO/Shigaraki which put him immediately under threat of having OFA stolen. Obviously, the vestiges protected the Quirk, but the fact still stands that the rage the a Izuku felt was enough to drive him LITERALLY into Shigaraki's hands, despite how very very dangerous that was. Izuku LOST HIMSELF so badly that he could have lost the entire war right there, if The Vestiges hadn't protected him and the Quirk.

The moment when All Might and Kacchan are trying to coach him and find the connection that brought about Black Whip. The mention of an external factor, and Izuku's avoidance of saying what that factor was(Kacchan being insulted, as we ALL know and explicitly saw), and arguably his words of "It's not something I can handle right now" seem a bit suspicious.

(NOTE: I've said before, that I had slight skepticism that this line about not being able to handle it and putting a lock on something, was meant to refer to the power he unlocked, however, watching season 5 has made me remember that, after the chaotic manifestation, and talking to Lariat, and realizing that Black Whip was part of his Quirk and therefore there to HELP him, and he had successfully used it without losing control because he ACCEPTED that it was a power that was there to help, not hurt him. I am not so sure that Izuku's "lock" is referring to the power anymore, but rather, his feelings for Kacchan.

But, I have new perspective that maybe, like others were pointing out, maybe it IS referring to the actual TRIGGER. IE, his feelings for Kacchan/his anger on his behalf.

I could be wrong, of course? But stay with me because this is a part of a larger context)

So, after the War arc, after Kacchan got gravely injured on his behalf, after hospitalization, we are given one thing before Izuku suddenly leaves. But it was KACCHAN's perspective, Kacchan waking up and being desperate to get to Izuku, and getting DENIED at the door. We are shown Kacchan's desperation to make sure Izuku's ok, but so far, even well after waking up, we are NOT SHOWN Izuku's worry over Kacchan's condition. We are suddenly FLUNG into a brand new world where Izuku is a drop-out "vigilante" working on the villain activity outside of school, cleaning up villains and questing to find out how villains come to be in their own minds.

We've seen him talk to his mom before he leaves. We've seen him talk to Gran Torino.

But we haven't seen him talk to ANY of his friends yet, ESPECIALLY KACCHAN. When there has been such a fantastic amount of tension placed on that particular relationship, after not only the sacrifice Kacchan made, but also, and particularly, the FOCUS that was placed on Kacchan trying to REACH HIM and FAILING.

We've all been forced to inhale a deep breath as Kacchan charged down that hallway yelling for Deku, and we are STILL HOLDING THAT BREATH. There is a huge, poignant LOOSE END there that is hanging over our head. We are still waiting for the payoff.

So like that scene, in theory, Izuku is still avoiding how he feels so strongly about Kacchan that he can be triggered into rage over him being hurt?

Actually, no, I think this sudden change to Izuku is very much him finally acknowledging it and acting on it.

The reason we have so much unresolved tension still hanging over Kacchan and Izuku's non-reunion, the reason Hori set up this big conflict that hasn't been resolved yet, why he showed us Kacchan trying to see Deku and not an ounce of Izuku wanting to see Kacchan before he leaves,

is that Izuku is actively trying to distance himself from Kacchan.

He did say that the reason he won't be returning to UA is of course because AFO could find him at any time and he would place everyone around him in danger.

But Kacchan? I think Izuku is still very much traumatized by the fact that he witnessed Kacchan taking a would-be fatal blow for him and falling out of the sky, drenched in blood.

I think he probably realizes that if Kacchan follows him into battle again, there's a real chance it could happen again... Or worse, AFO/Shigaraki, now knowing what a touchy button that is for Izuku, could actively target Kacchan on the battlefield, kill him, and/or use him against Izuku.

And Izuku is in the literary stage where the protagonist thinks that the love they have for someone else is a weak point and a danger/liability to those he loves, and so tries to shoulder all the burden themselves an shut the other out. He doesn't want his friends involved, he doesn't want Kacchan involved.

Because he knows that his love for Kacchan is his weakness. He's finally acknowledging that when Kacchan is hurt or slighted, he tends to lose himself. He loses control of his heart, and this is not something they can afford at this point in the game. Defeating AFO is now or never. (and he just desperately doesn't want Kacchan to be hurt for him anymore.)

He is going to have to learn, however, that, like Kacchan says to him, he can't keep playing the Hero on his own. And that their love can be their greatest strength, instead of a weakness.

So he's left, probably without a conversation with Kacchan. Hori is holding out on showing us this, building onto that tension, and I feel like he has some very significant pay off coming up. We haven't been shown any such conversation because he wants us to keep holding that breath for a little longer.

And if I'm right, it's gonna be dramatic when Izuku breaks down about this to Kacchan, finally. There was also some theories that Kacchan v. Deku 3 is going to follow the progression of their relationship and have this one center around Izuku's feelings being laid bare and Kacchan "accepting his feelings" as Izuku had done for him in KvD2, I think I'm a fan of this theory.

So yeah, Izuku knows that Kacchan is his trigger and purposely left without him for that reason.

That's basically my theory. Probably not the first one to think this, but I thought I'd write about it anyway. to get it outta my head, lmao.

Alsooo, yeah this is tagged for my Bakudeku peeps, and I use the word "love" in this, but you can read that as you will, either platonic or possibly romantic, not here to say this theory calls for canon romantic feelings between BKDK because that's not really my point, but at this point denying that they love each other in SOME capacity is being blind.

Ship or don't ship, but I legitimately think this is the psychology of Izuku's decision right now.

[filipinoizukuu]

hello mr simp do you have any thoughts on the leeks 👀

FIRST OF ALL. THEY CAME SO FUCKING EARLY??? BRO I WAS ASLEEP

SECOND OF ALL

holy SHIT YALL

Okay, it's no secret that I'm an All Might stan. I LOVE All Might. Very very much. Not just as a simp, but genuinely, I enjoy his character SO MUCH.

--And unlike what some people may think, I'm not totally blind to his flaws. I know he sucks as a mentor and that he's done way more harm to Deku than good. He's.... not perfect. in every sense of the word. The whole point of AM's character is that he is a DEEPLY FLAWED individual— but at the end of the day, still good.

This new chapter gave me SOOO many new feelings. I'm not gonna lie to y'all and say I was a Stain apologist beforehand because I wasn't. I disliked Stain to a certain degree, but I also knew he was morally grey enough that I was able to still quite appreciate him as a character. This chapter was about EVERYTHING to me because I honestly did NOT expect Hori to go in this direction and for things to happen the way they did. It was too good to be true! Too fanfic-y! The disbelief I felt when I read what happened was on par with when Bakugou and Deku had that apology and kinda-hug in the rain!

But this disbelief is not because it was a bad thing.

I think the writing in Chapter 326 is phenomenal. The moment that All Might was really beginning to lose hope in not just himself as a hero, but himself as a PERSON... we finally hear the opinion of someone who would abso-fucking-LUTELY make or break the last of his spirit.

Stain is, as much as his views are pretty agreeable and his label is that of a vigilante, still a pretty shitty guy. He's tried to kill literal kids who got in his way, even if said kids made pretty dumb decisions. AM hearing what he has to say is absolutely mind-boggling to him because he knows all of that. He knows Stain is a shitty person and that his worldview is perhaps terribly skewed. He knows Stain has spent a hot minute frying his brains down in Tartarus and isn't good at making judgment calls. Knows that for all intents and purposes, Stain's opinions are not to be trusted.

But the thing is... Toshinori also knows that Stain, regardless of the soundness of his mind, is telling the truth.

Regardless of how fucked-in-the-head Stain is, we as readers are able to acknowledge that he isn't blinded by hero worship. Sure, he's bitter, cynical, and quite the absolutist--but Stain is still clear-headed enough to be able to see AM's flaws for what they are and accept them, ultimately proving to Toshinori that the power of All Might was never his own but rather the legacy that he inspired.

The society MHA takes place in is flawed. We all know this. Heroes, as a concept, had been corrupted into being purely about good and evil. Purely winning fights for money or fame or the abstract concept of victory (coughs Endeavor and the no.1 spot coughs), making heroism as we know it about flashiness and power instead of mercy and the desire to help others.

All Might symbolizes the ideal version of the Hero Society. He represents doing the best you can. Being a hero until you reach your limits, and then going even past that. He symbolizes pure intention and the desire to be a hero not for material gains but because of the pure want to make society a better and safer place. Stain refers to Kamino Ward and the statue as a "holy land" because he believes that through and through, AM's only had the purest of intentions and morals. To him, Toshinori was like a deity that had no fault in making society what it was in the present because that accountability fell on the generations of heroes that failed to fulfill his legacy.

The point being, Stain understood that All Might was fundamentally not about 'being there' for everyone 24/7, but rather the message his presence had sent.

All Might's monologue at the beginning of the chapter essentially boiled down to the ideas that:

A. He regrets not being there properly for Deku

B. His image was a delusion that ultimately led to the downfall of hero society.

To break this down, his problem with Deku is his inability to be a competent mentor. It shows that he has led him down dangerous and horrible paths (Deku's stubbornness to do things by himself and his 'dark' arc post-war), and is unable to bring him back into the light even if he tries. It was only when Class 1-A had intervened that they were able to get Deku to rest and let people tag along, after all, which is why Toshinori was far too embarrassed to follow him into UA's walls even after everyone had come out with umbrellas.

Stain disproves this in two ways.

First, he says that it was never about All Might's ability to actually be there for people. The whole point of what inspired Deku to be the inherently good-hearted "true hero" he is today is because of the values that AM's brand had instilled in him as a child. AM's biggest positive impacts came from behind the screen where he was used as the proof that true heroes can and do exist. Deku does want to be exactly like All Might, yes, which is why we see Toshinori leading him down the same path that he walked--but the underlying message of this is that the very first thing All Might gave him even before OfA was the courage to help fix society.

I do believe Deku is an innately compassionate person. Most people in the series are. However, what makes All Might's smile so uniquely impactful to what it did to Hero Society is the way it gave people courage to help people. Less hesitation. Less bystander syndromes. The ability to move without thinking. Because you can feel the want to help a person, but the courage to be nosey and actually do it? That's portrayed as something AM's image teaches people.

The second way he disproves AM's insecurity of dragging Deku down is that he makes it clear that this pain is somewhat of a necessity in reforming society. He says, interestingly enough, that this is but the 'middle process' in reforming society. This spills over to how he addresses Problem B, but what Stain is essentially saying here is that this sort of brutality and isolation that Izuku faces is impermanent. A phase. It implies that even if Deku is struggling and Toshinori is unable to help him, it is something that needs to happen before they re-realize the ideal heroes All Might's image is meant to create.

The second problem in regards to how All Might feels about current society (how it's collapsing because of him, etc. etc.) is more interestingly addressed. There are many things that Stain says--like how Toshinori doesn't need to actually be the one to fix society with his bare hands. The current society is not his fault because of the fact that it is not finished developing. I'm not sure if I can go so far as to say that Stain means this in the sense of the Scorched Earth method of tearing everything down to build it back up better-- but I can say that Stain still has faith in society to rebuild after this period of chaos.

This rebuilding starts with the old generation of heroes correcting what they messed up (i.e. Endeavor v Dabi) and more importantly, paving the way for a better generation of heroes that was inspired by All Might's image. Heroes that are led by people like Deku, who is defined by his proclivity to help without thinking. The violent deconstruction of society is about exposing society to the raw truth of All Might's image that not everybody can be as strong as him-- which is why we have to take care of each other.

When the lady comes in to remove the sign and start cleaning the statue, it's symbolic. It's a clear metaphor that the past few chapters are the turning point for society as a whole, and how people are starting to remember what real heroism is. From the distrust that was seeded in society ever since LoV had surfaced, we are seeing that trust being returned TEN-FOLD now that people can see not only the mask of a hero's smile, but also the person underneath.

I think it's some really neat symbolism here too about how Deku, who's metal mouth guard was literally all about representing All Might's smile, is shed.

This is hero society dropping their masks. Letting people see them for as they are. Toshinori revisiting the statue in this form makes all the more impact because he shed his mask ages ago during the Kamino Bust, so this is him coming face to face with the image he's created and seeing the differences between them, and how his image continues to live on even after he's almost completely Quirkless. The lady cleaning the All Might statue shows off the fact that things can be repaired again--that society can be clean (hehe stain pun) again.

It's interesting to me here how Stain offers the information from Tartarus.

He doesn't care anymore about his life. It's evident. He disagrees with what the LoV is doing, but believes enough in Deku to think that it's time for him to retire the mantle of 'Stain'. Unless this is another test, it's very odd for me to hear that Stain is offering a blade and his life to someone he isn't even sure is All Might.

But the impact of this action reads loud and clear.

This is Stain taking pity on All Might. This is him realizing that All Might too is a person behind the hero. That Toshinori Yagi is incapable of doing anything past the image he had already created. By offering that knife and information on Tartarus, Stain is giving control back to Toshinori. He is giving AM the chance to do something big again to help society's reconstruction. To be a part of the revolution that he so badly deserves to see. That knife is essentially an exit ticket from the sidelines, and one last chance for All Might to be able to see what his image has done for people.

I personally think that the main reason Stain is willing to die then and there by Toshinori's hand, despite not being sure that he is All Might to begin with, is because of the final impact it creates that it isn't about Toshinori Yagi's true power as a person, but the image of All Might. It is because he looks like the symbol of peace, that Stain (the literal HERO KILLER) feels comfortable laying his life in his hands and giving away valuable information.

If that isn't a great testament to the power of AM's image, I don't know WHAT is.

I guess all I have to say is I absolutely love what Stain did in this chapter. Everything felt so incredibly symbolic and emotional and as someone who absolutely ADORES All Might and what he stands for in the story, this felt like a cool balm after seeing Deku tragically reject his bento box a good few chapters ago. I have a few more opinions about symbolism, and how I think Deku's generation of heroes is going to stray from the old gen, but I think that's a discussion for another time.

Thanks for reading 'til the end!

[xoxo-teddybear]

Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

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A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 3.

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Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship

Where we left off-

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

You slowly walked through the teahouse garden, your electric blond friend oddly silent as he kept pace with you. Your parents and the Yokomadas had allowed the two of you a bit of privacy to talk. So far, neither of you had mustered the courage to break the awkward atmosphere. Neither your parents or the Yokomadas had seemed to pick up on Denki or your mood. If anything, they were thrilled you two already knew each other. With a sigh, you sat on a bench by the koi pond, not looking at the blond as to settled down next to you. After several minutes, he spoke.

“So. What are you doing here?”

You snorted, and gently dumped your shoulder against his.

“Right back at you, Pikachu.”

“I’ll tell you. After you tell me.”

You chuckled humorously, and tilted your head back to look at the sky.

“Would you believe me if I said I was just here to appease my mother?”

Denki considered for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. You’ve been saying no to her for years. So tell me, why are you here.”

You take a deep breath and let it out again slowly through your nose.

“I… I think I wanted to be here. Needed to.” You wrung your hands, throwing a sideways glance at Denki. “I… I want to be mated. Have a family. Have someone who needs me and lets me need them. I used to think Kat… I used to think Bakugou was my person. But I’m not sure anymore, Denks. You know what he’s like and so do I, but I’ve waited for years, and nothing, and I’m so tired, and I’m not even sure he even likes me anymore, and…” You’re stopped by Kaminari gently rubbing your back.

“Breath, Y/n. Come on. Deep breaths.”

You inhaled shakily. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been hyperventilating. Quiet settled again, aside from the sounds of nature and your slowly slowing breathing. After a few moments, you spoke again.

“I’m just so lonely, Denks. I see him every day, and I’m still so goddamn lonely. So I think… I think it’s time to let go.” Your lips twitched slightly upward as you tilt your head to look at him. “Am I terrible?”

Denki huffed out a breath and shook his head. “You? Never.” He sighed, removing his hand from you back as he began picking at the hem of his sleeve. “I wish I could say I didn’t understand. But I do. I’m kinda here for the same reason after all.”

You gave an encouraging hum and reached out, taking his hand in yours and running your thumb over his knuckles. He interlaced your fingers, giving a squeeze before continuing to speak.

“You know how I feel about Shinso, right?”

“I think everyone but Shinso knows how you feel about him.”

Denki snorted. “Yeah. Not surprised. But that’s the problem. I’ve liked him for years. Little bit of a crush but at UA, thought I could play it cool and it would go away; but then the agency paired us together and, well.” Denki gestured with the hand not holding yours. “It was so easy! I’d go boom! And then he’d go pow! Then shoom! It was amazing! He was amazing… And so I tried to get his attention. I tried so damn hard. And you know me.”

You snorted, giving his hand a squeeze. “You’re about as subtle as a brick through a living room window.”

“Exactly!” He shouted, pulling away to stand up and pace. “I flirted. I used all my best pick up lines. I asked him out to the club, and he said yes. But do you know what he said afterward? He said though it wasn’t his usual scene, it was really good being able to hang out with a friend. I… I asked him to spend my heat with me.”

You inhaled sharply. Kaminari looked at you with an expression you hardly recognized. He collapsed onto the bench, leaning heavily against you.

“He said ‘I’m glad you’re that comfortable with me, but it probably would be better for you to ask someone else.’” Denki whispered, sniffling.

“Oh.. Denki.” You wrapped your arms around the blond, squeezing him tightly. Half out of instinct, you tried to pump out soothing pheromones while you gently scented his hair. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, sweetheart. You’re a wonderful omega!”

That was all it took for Denki to start sobbing heavily in your arms. You squeezed him tightly as tears filled your own eyes. The tears fell when Denki wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you held him. There in the tranquil garden you both huddled together as you finally allowed yourself to cry. Years of hurt and longing fell from your eyes one drop at a time.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when the two of you slowly pulled away from each other. You used your thumbs to wipe Denki’s cheeks. He gave you a halfhearted smile.

“So,” you asked tentatively, “what should we do? They’re going to expect an answer from us about this whole…” You waved a vague hand “Marriage date thing.”

Denki hummed, puffing up his cheeks as he blew out a breath. “God, I don’t know. Certainly wasn’t expecting it be you, you know? No offense.”

You drew back, gasping in mock anger. “Full offense!” You could only hold your expression a few seconds before you started snickering.

Denki grinned his first really grin of the day. “Well excuuuuse me for insulting your alpha sensibilities.”

“You’re excused. For now.”

You both chuckled. Looking out at the pond, you spoke again. “I just wish I had the right answers. And I really wish we had more time.”

Denki furrowed his brow. “Well… Technically, we could.”

“What do you mean?”

Denki bounced on his seat. “Okay. So. Hear me out. We both need time to process, clearly. Also clearly, our families are just not gonna give us that. So… Why don’t we do this?”

“Wait. Wait. We do this?” you asked, both curious and incredulous.

“Yeah! Think about it. One! They mainly want us in relationships they approved of. They set us up, so clearly, they approve. Two! If we say we’d like to try out this match, they obviously aren’t going to set up any more dates; therefore buying us time. And bonus of no annoying randos. Three! We can say we’re going to take the relationship slow because we’ve both been burned before and want to make sure. Four! Four…” Denki trailed off, looking at his feet.

“Four is maybe if we can’t find a love match at least we’re friends who work well together?” You murmured.

Denki nodded, glancing at you with a rueful smirk. “Yeah. Exactly. Vibe on the same wavelength. Hell, we even want similar shit in life.”

“Actual house, few pets, stability…”

Denki nodded again. “Sucks, but would make sense for us to consider it. As much as I fucking hate the ‘You’re not getting any younger’ speech, they are kind right. We can’t waste all our time waiting for things that aren’t gonna happen.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “God, don’t you hate it when they’re right about shit like that?”

“You have no idea.”

You stood, stretching. “Well, I guess we go tell them, then.”

Denki groaned. “There isn’t enough saki in the world for that conversation.”

“And just so we’re clear, this stays between us for now, right? No one knows but us, our folks, and I guess your cousins.”

“Agreed. I don’t want to think about what anyone would say. Bakugou would kill me!”

You winced. “Unlikely. I doubt he’d care. But if Mina finds out, everyone will know.”

“You’re not kidding. No worries from me, I don't want this getting out any more than you do.”

“So… Engaged, I guess?”

Denki dusted himself off and stood. “Deal. Engaged.” Denki stuck his hand out, and you shook it.

You both turned and started making your way back to the teahouse, taking your time and going the long way to be sure to avoid and of the other patrons. This was fine. A good plan. Nothing could go wrong as long as no one found out.

And there you have part 3! Sorry the wait and thank you all for being patient! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask. Also, please note that @snuggleyourredpandas is my main account, so it you see a message reply from them, that's me!

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