#KATSUKI SHAKE HIM BY HIS SHOULDERS AND TELL HIM THAT HE IS THE PERSON YOU TREAT SPECIALLY

[myaatwins]

this seems like a good time to remember that "oblivious izuku who can't realize people have feelings for him unless they tell him directly" is canon

[kateschi]

back in action

synopsis: being the wife of bakugou katsuki comes with multiple benefits, one of which is a front-row seat to his scrumptious back.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: i know at least 2/3 of you have seen that figurine

you swear there’s no better sight in this world than katsuki bakugou’s back.

not the view from your honeymoon suite in santorini, not the sparkling ocean from your vacation in okinawa—hell, not even the perfect strawberry shortcake you baked last weekend.

no, none of that compares to the sheer beauty that is your husband’s ridiculously broad, wonderfully sculpted, unfairly muscular back.

the way his muscles shift under his skin when he moves? art.

the ripple of strength as he stretches? divine.

the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his shoulders after an intense workout? a masterpiece.

and, as if the gods of attractiveness hadn’t blessed him enough, the scars that mark his skin only add to his allure.

each one tells a story of battles fought and won, of heroism that the world praises but he humbly shrugs off. to you, those scars aren’t just symbols of strength—they’re proof of his resilience, his dedication, his heart.

so, yes. you are absolutely obsessed with your husband’s back, and no, you don’t care how shameless that makes you.

“katsuki,” you call from the couch, chin propped up on your hands as you shamelessly watch him rummage through the fridge.

he’s in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, the waistband hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his shirt? nowhere to be found.

a completely intentional choice on his part, because he knows exactly how weak you are for him like this. ��did anyone ever tell you that you’ve got the best back in the entire universe?”

he pauses, a carton of orange juice in one hand and an eyebrow raised in your direction. “you tell me that every damn day.”

“well, I mean it every damn day.”

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother hiding the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “you’re such a weirdo.”

“damn right,” you shoot back, grinning when he snorts. “come here. let me look at it properly.”

“what, my back?” his expression is one part exasperation, two parts amusement as he shuts the fridge and leans against the counter, arms crossed. “the hell do you need to ‘look’ at it for?”

“because it’s a work of art, obviously,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “and I haven’t had my daily dose of admiring you yet.”

he groans, dragging a hand down his face like you’re the most exhausting person on the planet, but he still walks over to you without another word. you can tell he’s secretly enjoying this, though.

“alright, idiot. knock yourself out.” he turns around, presenting you with the full, glorious view of his back.

your eyes immediately light up. “oh my god, it’s perfect.”

“it’s a back,” he deadpans.

“no, no, no. it’s the back,” you insist, reaching out to lightly trace your fingers along the curve of his shoulder blades.

he tenses slightly under your touch—his body always reacts before his mind can catch up—but quickly relaxes as you continue your impromptu “admiration session.”

“you’ve got no idea how unfair this is,” you mumble, running your hands down the defined lines of his lats. “how am I supposed to focus on anything when you look like this?”

“you’re ridiculous.” he’s shaking his head, but you can hear the way his voice softens, the way the edges of his usual gruffness smooth out when he talks to you like this.

it’s a few days later, and you're lounging on the couch, flicking through your phone when you hear him coming from the hallway, the sound of his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

katuski’s been in the gym for a couple of hours, and you can already hear the deep exhale he lets out as he moves closer, his breath still heavy from the workout.

"guess who's back," you say, looking up just in time to see him walking into the living room, wearing only a towel around his waist, his body glistening with sweat from his workout.

he pauses for a moment when he sees your face—wide-eyed and full of admiration, already zeroing in on that perfect, chiseled back. his muscles tense as he moves, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"really?" he says, voice dripping with disbelief. "you still on about this?"

“can’t help it,” you say, setting your phone aside and leaning back against the cushions, fully prepared to watch him, unashamed. "I’m just amazed that someone like you exists in the world."

katuski rolls his eyes, but there's a soft chuckle that escapes him, betraying his indifference. "yeah, well, quit starin'."

"I can’t help it," you reply, your voice a playful purr as you look him up and down. "I mean, who else looks this good after a workout?"

he tilts his head to the side, his signature scowl starting to form, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“quit actin’ like I’m some kinda showpiece, alright?” he grumbles, though you can hear the lighthearted edge to his voice.

you laugh, clearly enjoying yourself too much. "sorry, can’t help it.”

later that week, you and katuski are out on patrol, both suited up in your respective hero uniforms.

it's business as usual—rescuing civilians, stopping some petty criminals, and making sure the city is safe.

the sun’s setting, painting the skyline in beautiful oranges and purples, but you're still laser-focused on one thing: his back.

it's a total accident—really, it is—but when you're standing next to him after you’ve just subdued a villain, you can't help but sneak a glance at the broad expanse of his back.

you feel that familiar pull to reach out, to trace the powerful lines of his shoulder blades again.

“don’t even think about it,” he warns, his voice low and gruff as he catches the glint of mischief in your eyes.

you smile innocently, taking a step closer. "what? I was just going to—"

"not here. we’re in the damn public," katuski growls, his sharp gaze snapping to yours as his fingers tighten around his gauntlet. "you really think I’m gonna let you paw at me in front of everyone?"

you laugh, unbothered by his obvious annoyance. "I’m not pawing at you, I’m admiring you. there's a difference, katsuki."

his jaw tightens as he glares at you, his usual frown deepening. "that’s the same damn thing."

you can’t help but grin, even though he’s clearly not having it.

but, deep down, you know that katuski secretly loves it. sure, he’s tough and grumpy in front of the public, but you both know how soft he gets when you're alone, how he indulges you without hesitation.

so, you take one last daring step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush along the fabric of his uniform.

he’s about to bark at you to stop, but you just flash him a quick, mischievous grin, and that’s all it takes for him to roll his eyes, muttering under his breath, "unbelievable."

and katsuki was right in his reprimand cause you were breaking the headlines the very next day.

for all the wrong reasons.

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[sakuraszn]

﹒♡ CONFESSION ft. katsuki bakugo

cw: lots of fluff, flustered bakugo. he’s such a cutie

The ramen shop was packed, the air filled with laughter, chatter, and the rich aroma of broth and grilled meat. The entire Class 1-A had squeezed into the cozy little restaurant to celebrate Todoroki’s recent jump in the hero rankings.

Bowls clinked, chopsticks clashed, and the energy was electric as the group indulged in warm food and lively conversation.

And at the center of it all—Katsuki Bakugo sat stiffly, arms crossed, scowling into his half-finished bowl of ramen like it had personally offended him.

Not because he wasn’t happy for Todoroki.

Not because the food was bad.

But because of you.

You, sitting just a few seats down, laughing at something uraraka had said, your eyes crinkling, shoulders shaking.

And it was driving him insane.

For weeks—no, months—Bakugo had been dealing with this… feeling. This stupid, irritating, suffocating feeling every time you were near him. It was different from the rivalry-fueled adrenaline he felt in battle, different from the pride he carried when he improved as a hero.

It was something he didn’t understand, something he couldn’t control.

And he hated that.

But tonight… tonight was the night he was going to do something about it.

Or at least, that’s what Kirishima and Sero had forced into his thick skull before they even walked into the restaurant.

“Dude, you’ve been acting weird around them for weeks.”

“Just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, idiots, maybe they laugh in my face and never talk to me again?!”

“Oh please, she would never—”

“Shut up. I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it.”

But now that he was here, surrounded by people, nerves bubbling in his gut like an active volcano, feeling like it was a lot harder than he expected.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima’s voice cut through his thoughts, low enough that only he could hear. “You good, bro?”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo growled, barely glancing up as he stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘Cause you haven’t insulted Kaminari in like ten minutes. I’m starting to get worried.”

Sero snickered. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances before the redhead leaned in again. “Are you actually gonna do it?”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, gripping his chopsticks so tight they nearly snapped.

“After this.” His voice was firm. Final.

Kirishima grinned, nudging Sero. “Told ya he’d do it.”

“Hey, I had faith,” Sero said, shrugging. “Just not a lot of faith.”

Bakugo shot them both a murderous glare, but before he could verbally rip them apart, Iida clapped his hands together, signaling for attention.

“If I may have everyone’s focus for a moment!” Iida said, standing up. “I’d like to propose a final toast to Todoroki!”

Todoroki, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, blinked as everyone raised their glasses. “Oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“To Todoroki climbing the ranks!” Iida declared.

“To Todoroki!” the class cheered, clinking their glasses together.

You turned, smiling at the dual-haired hero. “You really deserve it, Todoroki. We all knew you’d make it far.”

Todoroki’s lips curled into a small smile. “I appreciate that, Y/N.”

Bakugo scowled.

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, but hearing you say his name like that, so softly, so encouragingly—yeah, it bothered him.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

As the night wound down, people started finishing up their food, settling their bills, and stretching lazily before making their way out.

“Damn, that was good,” Kaminari sighed, rubbing his stomach. “I think I ate too much.”

Mina laughed. “You definitely ate too much.”

One by one, people began saying their goodbyes, heading off in different directions toward the dorms or home.

And that’s when Bakugo knew—this was his moment.

You were slipping on your jacket, adjusting your scarf when he finally forced himself to move.

Kirishima shot him a thumbs-up from across the room, and Sero winked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to you, heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“Oi.”

You looked up at him, blinking. “Oh, hey, Bakugo! What’s up?”

He inhaled sharply through his nose. Okay. Just say it. Say it, dumbass.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, fists clenched at his sides, staring at you.

You tilted your head, confused. “Uh… you okay?”

His jaw tensed. This was already going horribly.

And then—because frustration was the only thing that ever helped him push past his nerves—he blurted out:

“Are you really so oblivious?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you aggressively. “You! You’re oblivious! Have you seriously not noticed?!”

Your confusion deepened. “Noticed what?”

He exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. His whole body felt like it was about to explode.

He had two options: Keep making a fool of himself or just say it and get it over with.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled, and then—

“I like you, dumbass!”

Silence.

Bakugo cracked one eye open, stomach twisting into knots.

You were staring at him.

Not laughing. Not recoiling. Just… staring.

Then—

“You… like me?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what I just said, idiot.”

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You like me?”

His face turned an even darker shade of red. “Yes! Stop making me say it, damn it!”

You let out a laugh—light, airy, and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “Wow,” you said, grinning. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands were twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to do something—anything—with them.

You stepped closer, peering up at him. “You know… I like you too.”

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.

“…What?”

You laughed again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like you, Bakugo. Have for a while now.”

His heart stopped.

Then jump-started at triple speed.

“What?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What? Are you oblivious?”

His eye twitched. “You—you little—”

You poked his cheek and laughed. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed kat’ I’m just messin with ya.”

He exploded.

Not literally. But his entire soul combusted.

“Shut the hell up!” he barked, face practically glowing red.

But you just laughed again, softer this time. Fond. “So… now what?”

He swallowed, heart still racing. “Now… now you let me walk you home, dumbass.”

You beamed. “That sounds nice.”

And as you started walking together, Bakugo felt something strange settle in his chest.

Warm. Light.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[samulogy]

Bakugou answering a phone call as he’s getting fucked 👉👈

�� ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! luv this one. m!reader ♡

katsuki really needed to get his shit together.

he had been staring at his ringing phone for a solid minute now, his fingers trembling as he reached for it, barely managing to hit the answer button before his body jerked involuntarily. his head is spinning, and all he could think about is—

“fuck—”

“bakugou?! what the hell, man? where have you been?” eijirou’s voice rang through the speaker, sharp with worry. “you haven’t shown up to work all week! we thought you got kidnapped!”

katsuki bit back a whimper, his head pressing into the pillows, jaw clenched so hard it ached. his body was burning, shaking, stretched, and full, and you—you were still moving.

slow.

deep.

deliberate.

you chuckled against his skin, lips brushing over his ear. “c’mon, ‘tsuki,” you murmur, rolling your hips—to the point that katsuki could feel the tip of your cock pressing so deep inside him it feels suffocating, making him shudder.

“talk.”

he sucked in a breath, forcing his voice steady. “the fuck are you guys so worked up for?”

“dude, are you serious?!” denki cut in, his voice high-pitched with panic. “you vanished! no patrols, no reports; your agency said you took a leave without even telling us! what the fuck is going on?!”

katsuki barely heard him—barely processed anything past the slow drag of your cock inside him, the unbearable heat curling in his gut. he tried to stay still, tried to keep his breathing even, but you were fucking impossible, pressing wet kisses to his jaw, hands gripping his hips, holding him down and taking your time, like you had all the patience in the world.

“‘tsuki,” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement, fucking him just right—the way he wanted you to.

katsuki actually whimpered this time around.

he pressed the mute button on his phone, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling. “you fucking bastard—“

you laughed, biting down on katsuki’s shoulder, sucking a mark into his skin. “go on, baby,” you told him, voice thick with mock sympathy. “answer your little friends.”

katsuki was gonna kill you.

he took a shaky breath, unmuting the call. “i’ve been busy,” he gritted out, his voice dangerously close to cracking. “what the fuck do you want?”

“busy doing what?! you never take this many days off, man; we were about to file a missing person’s report!” eijirou, bless his heart, sounded genuinely distressed. “are you okay? where are you?”

you thrust your hips forward. katsuki choked. all the words that were left on his tongue died out.

his hand flew to the mute button again, teeth sinking into his lip, his whole body tensing as you continuously abused his sweet spot. “shit—fuck—“

you smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to katsuki’s neck. “careful, ‘tsuki,” you purred. “don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

katsuki shook, his fingers digging into your arms, trying—desperately fucking trying—to hold himself together. “stop moving,” he hissed.

you continued your ministrations, rolling your hips in a slow, deep thrust that had katsuki thanking the gods to have given him a man to provide him such pleasure—even if it meant growing addicted to your cock snug in his ass.

“hm, no.”

“bakugou?!”

his eyes snapped open.

shit. shit.

he still hadn’t answered.

katsuki fumbled to unmute again, barely managing a “i’m fine!” before you snapped your hips again, forcing a broken gasp from his lips.

“…dude, are you sick?” denki asked, suspicious. “you sound—like, really weird.”

katsuki clenched his teeth, murder in his eyes as he glared at you. “i said i’m fine,” he growled, but it barely sounded convincing with how breathless he was.

you licked a stripe up his neck, grinning against his skin. “if you mean fine as in fine that you’re still clenching around my cock, then by all means, you’re right, ‘tsuki.”

katsuki hit you.

you just laughed, your thrusts slow and deep, making sure katsuki felt every inch of you.

“listen, man,” eijirou sighed. “just—just let us know if you need anything, okay? we’re here for you. just… don’t disappear on us like that again.”

katsuki barely managed to hum in response before you snapped your hips hard, and katsuki had to slap the mute button again, muffling a wrecked sob into your shoulder.

“you should thank them for worrying about you, baby,” you tease, your voice mocking as you thrust even deeper, making katsuki keen.

“be polite.”

katsuki’s hands shook.

he was going to kill you.

…right after he let you stuff him full again.

[lilacgaby]

title: i've changed, won't you see?

pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread

(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)

wc: ~4k

your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.

they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.

"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"

"quirkless don't do anything."

your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"

in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..

once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.

blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.

were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.

but katsuki remembered so much more.

the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?

his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.

he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.

he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?

finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.

you didn't respond to them either.

katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.

he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.

one that wouldn't disappear.

he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?

but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.

your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.

your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.

the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.

you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.

you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.

yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.

he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.

everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.

that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.

with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.

because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.

he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

"[name], uh-- this is your work."

you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.

he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,

and he couldn't even apologize.

- - -

U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.

as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.

nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.

katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.

he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.

but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.

he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.

a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.

you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.

he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.

he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.

he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.

"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.

as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.

he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."

he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."

"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"

his heart jumped into his throat.

"uh.. we did."

"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"

"i definitely don't think so."

"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."

"uh-- i--"

"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.

it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.

he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.

he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."

your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.

"i know this is a lot but,

can we be friends?"

he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.

in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.

he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.

"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.

he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.

after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.

"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.

"what makes you ask?"

"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."

she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."

"then i'll take you."

"you don't have t--"

"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."

"i..

okay, okay bakugo."

"katsuki."

you smiled, "katsuki."

going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.

he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.

you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.

he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.

a penthouse.

as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.

you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.

he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."

the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.

"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"

at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"

you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.

"of course i want you to come,

katsuki."

you signed his name differently than other times,

you'd finally made a name for him.

he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.

but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."

"okay, that's good."

"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.

you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.

"sure, okay."

he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.

the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.

he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.

but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.

"'suki. g'morning."

his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."

after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.

"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.

he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."

and he did walk you home, hand in hand.

those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.

he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?

is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?

he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.

he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.

he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.

it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.

on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.

the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.

also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.

you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.

you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.

you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.

what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.

you'd never been so happy.

the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.

the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.

you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.

you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.

the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.

your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.

you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.

you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.

a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.

you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.

"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.

"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.

the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.

your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.

your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.

your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.

"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.

"kats--"

"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.

"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.

i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.

that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.

i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.

not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.

i guess what i'm trying to say is..

sorry, and.. i love you [name].

you don't have to--"

he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.

it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.

"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.

and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.

i really care for you too katsuki."

the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.

your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.

seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.

he thinks he was born to make you happy.

the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.

a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.

"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."

"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."

he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.

he wished he pushed you more.

he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.

you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.

you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.

but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.

you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.

katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.

he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.

why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.

when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..

scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.

it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.

you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?

you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.

after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..

until he saved you from yourself.

you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.

but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.

he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.

you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"

you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.

you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.

little did you know, he was thinking about you too.

the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.

it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.

"can i come in?"

you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.

"katsuki i--"

"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.

"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.

it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."

"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."

"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."

a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.

"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."

he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.

he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.

"wanna take this back to my place?"

he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.

you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.

he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.

he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.

he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.

...

but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.

he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,

and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.

you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.

he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,

with a kiss.

[yokumirumerafan]

🖤 Scarred & Stunning: MHA Boys React to Y/N Calling Them Pretty 🖤

Ahhh I love drawing MHA boys blush ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh! cutisies <333 (Shiggy is the best IMO)

🔥 Dabi (Touya Todoroki) – "Pretty? Me?"

Immediate response: Blank stare, then a scoff.

"Tch. You blind or somethin'?" He clicks his tongue, but there's a slight waver in his voice.

You gently cup his face, tracing your fingers over his burnt skin, and his breath hitches.

When you press a kiss to the jagged edges of his scars and call him gorgeous, he freezes.

His body tenses like he’s about to bolt. But instead, he just exhales shakily and mutters, “...you’re such a weirdo,” before pulling you into a rough hug, hiding his face in your shoulder.

Lowkey won’t let go of you for a while after that.

🧊 Shoto Todoroki – "You really think that?"

Immediate response: Soft gasp. Eyes widen.

He’s never really thought of himself as "pretty," especially because of his burn scar.

But when you kiss it so gently, whispering, "You’re beautiful, Sho."

His entire face turns red.

"I... don’t know what to say," he admits, looking away shyly.

But after a moment, he leans into your touch, letting you trace over his scar as he holds your hand in place.

Later, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll kiss your forehead and whisper, "Thank you."

💥 Katsuki Bakugo – "OI, WHAT?!"

Immediate response: Absolute meltdown.

You randomly kiss the scar on his chest and say, "Damn, you're so pretty, Katsu."

RED. RED. RED.

"Hah?! Are you makin' fun of me?!"

The way he pulls away makes it seem like he hates it—but he’s actually about to explode from embarrassment.

You call him stunning again, and he glares at you like you just personally attacked his entire soul.

But later… He’ll pretend to be asleep, just so he can feel your hands gently trace his scars again.

🦸‍♂️ Izuku Midoriya – "Oh–Oh my god–"

Immediate response: Internally screaming.

The second you kiss one of his many training scars, he short-circuits.

"W-Wait! You really think so?" He’s blushing so hard his freckles practically disappear.

You nod and call him "gorgeous."

Tears. Immediate tears.

He doesn’t know what to do. His hands are shaking as he cups your face, looking at you like you just saved his entire existence.

Will never, EVER forget this moment.

🐍 Shigaraki Tomura – "…You’re lying."

Immediate response: Tensed shoulders, narrowed eyes.

He has never been called "pretty" before. Never. Not once.

So when you gently kiss the scars on his lips and fingers, telling him he’s beautiful, he flinches.

"That’s not funny," he mutters, but there’s a slight shake in his voice.

You kiss his cheek again, softer this time.

He just stands there, gripping his hoodie so tightly his knuckles turn white.

He doesn’t know how to handle this warmth.

That night, when he’s alone, he traces his scars and whispers your words over and over.

🦊 Endeavor (Enji Todoroki) – "Hah?!"

Immediate response: Confused grunt. Looks around like you kissed the wrong person.

He’s never thought of his scars as anything but reminders of his past failures.

When you kiss his burnt skin and tell him he looks handsome, he goes stiff as a board.

"...You don’t have to lie to me."

But when you insist, and kiss his jawline, his massive hands hesitate before wrapping around your waist.

He doesn’t know how to thank you properly, but he holds you closer than ever.

[agirlnamedelia]

Hate Sex || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

cw: cussing, begging, forced kiss at first, office sex, teasing plot: Y/n and the character are co-workers who can't keep bickering with one another. What happens when they are left at work--alone--with intense feelings of hatred(?) with each other.

The battlefield was chaos, smoke and debris clouding the air as you and Bakugou exchanged heated barbs while simultaneously dodging the villain's relentless attacks. Kirishima and Mina flanked the enemy, their movements precise and coordinated as they tried to subdue the hulking figure with glowing gauntlets.

"Watch your left, dumbass!" Bakugou barked, launching a fiery explosion at the villain to divert their attention.

"I don't need you telling me what to do!" you shot back, leaping to dodge a stray blast and firing your own attack in retaliation. The force sent the villain stumbling, but they quickly regained their footing.

"Could've fooled me with how sloppy you're moving!" he snarled, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

"Sloppy? At least I'm not blowing up half the city trying to show off!" you snapped, landing beside him just as another shockwave rippled through the area.

Kirishima's voice cut in, strained but still upbeat. "Guys, can we save the bickering for later? Focus on the giant dude trying to kill us!"

Mina slid into view, her acid sizzling as it hit the villain's armor. "Seriously, you two are like an old married couple! Can we please just work together for five minutes?"

"Tell that to Mr. Ego over here!" you said, pointing at Bakugou.

"Mr. Ego? I'm the only reason this fight isn't a total disaster!" he shot back, his palms sparking with another explosion.

The villain roared, cutting off your argument as they lunged forward. Kirishima hardened his body to block the attack, gritting his teeth as the impact sent him skidding back.

"Little help here!" he called out.

"On it!" you and Bakugou said in unison, momentarily setting aside your feud. You launched a coordinated attack, your combined power finally breaking through the villain's defenses. With a final, earth-shaking blow, the enemy collapsed, unconscious.

The dust settled, and the four of you stood there, catching your breath. Kirishima clapped a hand on your shoulder, grinning despite the exhaustion. "Nice teamwork, guys. Even with all the yelling."

Mina smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Yeah, you two might actually make a good duo if you stopped trying to kill each other."

"Not happening," you and Bakugou said at the same time, glaring at each other.

As emergency crews arrived to secure the area, Kirishima and Mina exchanged knowing looks. By the time you piled into the cramped SUV for the ride back to Bakugou's agency, the tension had shifted back to its usual, volatile state.

The engine rumbled softly beneath you, the faint hum filling the awkward silence that Kirishima and Mina desperately tried to maintain. You sat across from Bakugou in the cramped SUV, arms crossed, glaring daggers at the blond like it was a sport.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" you muttered under your breath.

Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Coming from the person who tripped over their own feet mid-fight. Real rich, Y/n."

Kirishima groaned from the driver's seat. "Guys, can we not? It's been a long day."

Mina twisted in her seat to face both of you, a tired smile on her face. "Seriously, just five minutes of peace. Please."

You opened your mouth to fire back, but her pointed glare shut you up. You huffed, leaning back in your seat. Bakugou mimicked your pose, but not before shooting you a smug grin. You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out like a child. Barely.

The rest of the drive to Bakugou's agency was mercifully quiet. Kirishima pulled into the lot, and Mina clapped her hands together, an exaggerated cheerfulness in her tone.

"Alright! We're here. Time to split up duties," she said, hopping out of the car.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Split up duties? What the hell does that mean?"

Kirishima grinned sheepishly. "Uh, well, Mina and I have some... stuff to do."

"Stuff," Bakugou repeated, his tone flat.

Mina waved a dismissive hand. "You two can handle the paperwork, right? It's not like you're doing anything important."

You narrowed your eyes at her. "Paperwork? You're ditching us to do paperwork?"

"Think of it as bonding time," Kirishima said, already backing away toward the exit.

"You little—" Bakugou started, but the door slammed shut behind them. You both stood there, dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable," you muttered.

"Those assholes," Bakugou growled.

The fluorescent lights in the agency's office buzzed faintly as you sat at the desk, a stack of reports taunting you. Bakugou sat across from you, furiously scribbling notes on a file. His pen scratched loudly against the paper, grating on your nerves.

"Can you not?" you snapped.

"Can I not what?" he shot back, not looking up.

"Write like you're trying to murder the paper."

"Maybe if you did your part faster, I wouldn't have to pick up your slack," he said, finally meeting your glare.

"My slack? I've done more than you in half the time!"

He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You call that chicken scratch 'work'? Pretty sure my two-year-old niece could do better."

"You don't have a niece."

"You don't know my life."

You groaned, slamming your pen down. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you."

"Oh, trust me, the feeling's mutual," he said, leaning forward on his elbows. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a second, the tension shifted. It wasn't the usual exasperation or anger—it was something heavier, more charged.

"If you stopped yapping for five seconds, maybe I'd actually get some peace," he added, standing up and walking around the desk toward you.

"Peace? You're the one who keeps starting shit!" you fired back, rising to meet him halfway. The distance between you closed rapidly as the argument escalated.

"You're impossible!" he snarled, his voice raising to match yours.

"Impossible? You're the one who can't go two seconds without throwing a tantrum!" you shot back, your voice now echoing through the quiet office.

"Tantrum? The hell do you think you're doing with all this whining? Just shut up and do the damn paperwork!" he snapped, slamming a hand on the desk for emphasis.

You stood abruptly, knocking your chair back. "I wouldn't have to whine if you weren't such a self-absorbed jerk who thinks everything revolves around him!"

Bakugou scoffed, stalking around the desk toward you. "Self-absorbed? At least I get shit done instead of sitting around crying about how hard everything is."

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, your face heating up. "You are so full of yourself it's a miracle you haven't floated away like a balloon!"

"Yeah? Well, you're so damn annoying it's a wonder anyone can stand to be around you!" he yelled, stepping closer.

"Oh, like you're a ray of sunshine to work with? Newsflash, Bakugou: your personality is toxic enough to melt steel!"

"Better toxic than useless!" he snarled, the gap between you now almost nonexistent. His crimson eyes blazed, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Useless? I'll show you useless, you oversized firecracker—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou's lips crashed onto yours, cutting off your tirade mid-word. The kiss was fiery and demanding, just like him. His hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, caging you in as his lips moved with a fervor that left you breathless.

Your mind short-circuited, the words you'd been ready to yell dying in your throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the pounding of your heart.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his eyes searching yours. "You talk too much," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

You blinked at him, still processing what had just happened. "You... you kissed me."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his usual cockiness returning, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.

You stared at him for a beat, your chest heaving as the tension hung thick in the air. "Don't you dare stop," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but full of conviction. Without giving him time to respond, you grabbed his collar and pulled him back down, crashing your lips onto his in another deep, searing kiss.

The kiss quickly turned desperate, both of you clinging to each other as though the world was slipping away. Bakugou's hands slid down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You stood up, leaning into him to deepen the kiss, your fingers threading through his wild blond hair. The motion tipped over the chair you'd been sitting on, but neither of you paid it any mind.

The edge of the desk dug into your back as Bakugou's lips moved feverishly against yours. Without breaking the kiss, he maneuvered you away from the desk, his hands never leaving your body. The two of you stumbled through the office, nearly knocking over a filing cabinet as you went. A muffled laugh escaped you as his lips left yours momentarily to nip at your jawline, the sound quickly replaced by a sharp intake of breath when he found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Bakugou..." you murmured, your voice half a plea, half a challenge.

"What? Can't keep up?" he teased, though the roughness in his voice betrayed his own impatience.

You didn't dignify him with a response, instead pulling him back down into another heated kiss. His hands fumbled briefly behind you before finding the doorknob to his office. He shoved the door open with more force than necessary, practically dragging you inside.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the urgency escalated. Bakugou's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion. You followed suit, your fingers working hastily to unfasten the straps of his hero gear and toss it aside. His shirt followed quickly after, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, gleaming faintly under the dim office light.

Your hands roamed over his skin, tracing the scars and lines that told the story of his battles. He groaned at your touch, his lips finding yours again as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants. Every movement was hurried, each article of clothing discarded with reckless abandon, leaving a trail across the floor of his office.

By the time you were both standing bare before each other, the air between you crackled with tension and raw desire. His crimson eyes met yours, a mix of hunger and something deeper flashing in his gaze.

"You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as his hands cupped your face.

You leaned into his touch, a small smile playing on your lips. "Shut up and fuck me, Bakugou."

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Not so fast," he murmured, his tone laced with mischief. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he pressed you back against the desk.

The heat between you grew unbearable as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. His touch was deliberate, agonizingly slow as he moved just enough to drive you insane. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

"Katsuki," you gasped, your voice breaking with frustration.

He chuckled darkly, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a mix of hunger and amusement. "Not gonna happen unless you ask nicely," he said, his voice a low growl.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give in to his taunts, but the way he continued to tease you—just barely pushing, then pulling back—left you trembling. Your pride waged war with your desire, but the ache in your body was too much to bear.

"Please," you finally whispered, your voice cracking.

He tilted his head, pretending not to hear. "What was that? Didn't catch it."

Your grip tightened on his arms, your face flushed. "Please, Katsuki. I need you," you said, louder this time, the desperation evident in your tone.

His smirk widened, and he leaned in to kiss you, the motion firm and possessive. "That's better," he murmured against your lips, finally pushing into you with a slow, deliberate thrust.

His smirk only deepened as he leaned down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. The way his hips moved, slow and unrelenting, made you arch into him, desperate for more of the friction that he was so cruelly controlling.

"You're so needy," he teased, his voice rough against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought you were tougher than this, Y/n. Can't even handle a little waiting, huh?"

You let out a frustrated groan, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back. He hissed at the sensation, his muscles tensing beneath your touch, but the devilish grin on his face never faltered.

"Katsuki," you whimpered, your voice trembling. "Stop... teasing me."

He chuckled, low and almost predatory, the vibration of it making your breath hitch. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked, his tone mockingly sweet as his teeth grazed along the curve of your neck. "You like it. Don't even try to deny it."

Your hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. The smug look on his face faltered for just a second, and you seized the opportunity to push your hips up against his, drawing a strained groan from his lips.

"Oh, you wanna play like that?" he growled, his voice dripping with challenge. His grip on your hips tightened, and before you could reply, he rolled his hips with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Your head fell back against the desk, a moan escaping your lips as he finally gave you what you'd been craving.

"That's more like it," he murmured, his tone laced with approval as he set a rhythm that had your head spinning. His movements were calculated, hitting all the right spots with precision that made your toes curl.

Your nails dug into his shoulders again, and you struggled to keep your voice steady as you said, "You... drive me crazy."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a taunting kiss. "Good," he replied, his breath hot against your mouth. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't."

The heat between you grew more intense with every thrust, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and the smug look on his face only grew as he watched you unravel beneath him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. "Completely mine."

The possessiveness in his tone sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you met his gaze, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Always," you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

His pace quickened, and the room filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mingling with his low groans. The pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping you grounded.

"Katsuki," you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency. "I'm..."

"I know you're close," he said, his voice dropping into a cruel, teasing purr. "But you're not gonna get there until you beg for it."

Your breath hitched, frustration and need coiling tight in your chest. "Katsuki, please," you whimpered, but he shook his head, his grin all sharp edges.

"That's not good enough," he murmured, his hips still moving torturously slow. "I wanna hear you say it properly. Beg me, baby. Tell me exactly what you want."

The tension in your body was unbearable, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Please, Katsuki," you said, your voice breaking. "I need you. Please let me... please let me come."

For a moment, he only stared at you, his crimson eyes dark with something possessive and raw. Then his smirk softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. "That's my girl," he murmured.

Without warning, his pace quickened, and the sudden intensity made your head spin. The coil in your stomach snapped, and you cried out, your entire body shaking as pleasure tore through you. Katsuki followed seconds later, his growl low and guttural as he buried himself in you, his hold on your hips bruising.

The two of you stayed locked together, your heavy breaths mingling in the aftermath. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Was that so hard?" he asked, his tone still teasing but softer now.

You huffed, weakly swatting at his chest. "You're the worst."

He chuckled, leaning closer with a cocky smirk that made your blood boil. "Yeah, but admit it," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You love the way I make you beg."

Your mouth opened to retort, but the intensity in his gaze froze the words on your tongue. Instead, you scoffed, looking away to mask the heat rising to your face. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

He tilted your chin back to meet his eyes, the smugness in his expression softening just slightly. "Maybe," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender gesture. "But you can't deny the way you clenched so hard for me when I made you beg for it."

And as much as you wanted to argue, the truth lingered unspoken in the silence between you.

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“Earn It”

angstangstangst reader’s brother committed suicide due to bullying about being quirkless, so learning about everything Bakugo has put Midoriya through hits reader hard

katsuki bakugo x reader

CW: suicide mentions, bullying, middle school katsuki (a content warning all on its own), the word "k*ll"

wc: 601

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“I hate bullies.”

Bakugo stiffens, feeling a chill inch down every vertebra of his spine. He clenches his jaw, “…what makes ya say that, Y/N?”

Your eyes are dark, and a vacant yet haunting expression has taken over your face in a way that makes his chest constrict. ‘I don’t like this.’

“Who tells someone to take a swan dive off a roof, Katsuki?”

‘Oh.’

He takes a breath, willing himself to stay calm. “…an idiot with an inferiority complex.”

You raise a brow, “Mm.” A hum. The expression is still there, as well as a cold, steel glint in your eyes.

“What if he did it, huh? What if he went through with what that ‘idiot with an inferiority complex’ suggested?”

“…I–“

“Do you realize just how unheroic and idiotic that is, Katsuki? How disgustingly inhumane that is?”

The words felt like a kick to the guts. ‘What if he DID do it?’

“Heroes are protectors. People who put their lives on the line for the people around them. They don’t tear other people apart and tell them to kill themselves.” There was a twitch in the expression now. A nerve got hit, this wasn’t just about Izuku anymore.

He eyes you warily, trying to swallow back the lump in his throat and force himself to stay steady. ‘You can’t shake right now, stay still. Stay calm.’

“My brother went through with it.”

He stopped breathing, face pale and palms sweaty. The panic in the back of his throat wouldn’t go down. Fully facing you now, he knew why it hit home even more. He licks his dry lips, lets out a shaky breath, “I-I’m so–”

“Sorry?” Your dry chuckle made his eyes glance back up to your face. “Yeah, me too. He was absolutely brilliant. Quirkless, but he didn’t even need one with how sharp his mind was.” Eyes flashing, you jerk your chin up to look him in the eyes, "People like you took him, Bakugo. I'm not sure if I can forgive you for that. After all, he would've just been some useless extra to you anyway even if he were still alive, right?"

Katsuki's eyes were wide and his hands were shaking.

"So if being a hero is just some ego trip for you, stay out of my way." You turn to leave, tears burning in your eyes and a hot pain in your throat, but he caught your wrist. You didn't want to look him in the eyes.

"I'll earn it."

A scoff passes your lips, "Prove what, oh Great Explosion Murder God?" You sneak a glimpse up at him and your chest tightens.

His eyes are pitiful, teary and red around the rims, "Yer forgiveness. Respect? Approval? Whatever it is. I'll earn it, Y/N, if it's the last thing I do." He glances down at your wrist, relaxing his hold as he hesitantly takes your hand. "...really, 'm so sorry. I used to be a terrible person--man, still am some days--but I promise I'm changing, that I've been changing. Crap, I'm no good with words," he ran his fingers through his hair, and for a second he seemed much smaller than he was.

You've never seen him so... vulnerable. Almost weak.

He glances down at you through his bangs, unshed tears still lining his lids, "Whatever it takes. I'll do it. I swear to ya." His voice starts to waver and he gets quieter, "Just... please. Please don't shut me out. I'll earn it."

Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke back a small sob, shoulders shaking, "Then earn it, Katsuki."

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heyyy so i was feeling angsty, sorry >_< might do a part two if it gets requested, it'd be like a time skip <3 hope you enjoyed the angst, babes

[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou + shoto todoroki , boku no hero academia

SONG : moment , vierre cloud

SUMMARY : y/n l/n is the new girl in class 2-a. as the year goes by, todoroki and bakugou find out that they like the same person. wc : 2.2k

[you're here] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

(reader's quirk is angel. u have two wings in ur back)

(also i removed hagakure from the story 😭 SORRY i love her swear)

"hello, i'm y/n l/n. i hope we can all get along."

the winged girl smiled, then bowed deeply as the class admired her. she was pretty, and her wings were pretty.

"you can sit infront of him. bakugou, raise your hand."

bakugou lazily raised his hand a bit, she looked towards him, walking towards the empty seat in the front row. as she sat, she placed her bag under her table, tucking her wings into herself a bit to not bother the boy behind her.

he raised an eyebrow at her actions, rolling his eyes and slouching back into his seat.

-

"hi! i'm mina ashido!"

"oh hi!"

"i'm ochaco uraraka!"

"you can call me tsuyu."

the girls were crowding around the new girl as soon as the bell rang for break. the girls in the class were all making eye contact with each other during class and pointing fingers at each other of who would be the one to talk to y/n first.

"wanna sit with us for lunch? we'll tell you everything about our class!"

"yeah sure, that would be great."

y/n smiled at yaoyorozu as mina threw an arm around y/n's shoulder, pulling her up from her seat.

"man, the girls have already started talking to the new girl.."

kaminari said, looking at the group of girls with his arms crossed. he stood infront of kirishima and bakugou who were around bakugou's desk as he packed up his stuff.

"you can't deny, she's really cute."

kirishima murmured, leaning into kaminari a bit to quiet his voice but bakugou heard it anyway, ignoring it. kaminari nodded rapidly, you would think his head was going to fall off from how fast he was.

bakugou got up without saying anything, leaving the classroom while kaminari and kirishima yelled at him to wait.

-

the girls were waiting in the lunch line together, waiting patiently as uraraka brought her three guy friends to meet y/n.

"my name is tenya iida! i'm pleased to have you as a new classmate!"

iida put a hand out for y/n to shake, she grasped his hand, giving it a firm shake and a smile as she held onto his hand.

"pleased to meet you, iida."

iida matched her smile, letting go of their head and directing her attention to the boys next to him.

"i'm izuku midoriya, this is shoto todoroki!"

the green haired boy said, turning to the white and red haired boy as he looked up from his phone at y/n. he bowed a bit, putting his phone in his pocket.

"nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too-"

"l/n- are you an actual angel? what else is apart of your quirk? can all of your feathers separate like the pro hero hawks? can you control all your feathers with free will? or-"

"geez midoriya, chill out!"

mina exclaimed, her hands going down on y/n's shoulders as y/n grinned, a bit of a nervous look on her face as her eyebrows furrowed. todoroki blinked at her facial features, he didn't really get to see it when she was infront of the class and he was at the back, but now, right infront of her, he can.

"you're very pretty, l/n."

the group went quiet, hearing the stoic heterochromic boy say such a bold statement.

"o-oh, thank you, todoroki.."

y/n blushed, turning red as mina nervously laughed, then pulled y/n away as they were at the front of the line to get food. todoroki cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"did i do something wrong?"

todoroki turned his head towards midoriya and iida who were partially embarrassed, red filling their faces.

"n-no, todoroki.."

-

the next day, y/n was walking to school as she looked down at her phone, scrolling and looking for a song to play.

"l/n."

y/n heard a voice behind her, turning to see her handsome classmate. yesterday, when he said she was pretty, she was going to say that he was handsome too, just to make him embarrassed, but his blank stare made her crumble, and blush.

"hi todoroki!"

y/n waved, stopping and waiting for todoroki to catch up as he slowly jogged up next to side, then she continued walking.

"do you live around this area?"

y/n questioned, playing a random playlist and turning off her phone, holding it in her hand.

"mhm. just down the road."

todoroki nodded, looking straight down the sidewalk as y/n looked up at the boy. but then something clicked in her head, she quickly looked at her phone, her eyes widening at the time.

"shit! we're gonna miss the train, todoroki!"

y/n blurted, gripping onto todoroki's wrist and starting to run towards the train station. todoroki watched her hair bounce with each step she was taking, holding onto his bag with his free hand to avoid his bag falling off his shoulder.

todoroki watched as the sunlight hit her hair just right, making her hair practically shine underneath the sun as y/n’s hold on his wrist slipped, going down to his hand as she grabbed onto his hand, holding it tight with a squeeze as she checked her phone again.

“todoroki! are you there-“

y/n turned her head while running, making eye contact with todoroki as he blinked, snapping out of his lovesick daze.

“yeah-“

todoroki lips parted, shutting tight as he squeezed her hand, starting to run alongside y/n as y/n smiled laughing next to todoroki as she closed her eyes, her head going down as laughter bubbled out her lips.

todoroki let a small smile slip from his lips, the corners of his mouth going up as he continued running down the street alongside y/n.

he would just have to tell his driver he could get to school on his own.

-

y/n and todoroki came into the classroom together, todoroki opening the door for the girl as she smiled and thanked him.

bakugou looked up from his seat, he was leaning back into his seat while kirishima, sero and kaminari were infront of him, standing and talking to each other while letting bakugou pipe into the conversation from time to time.

“yo, should i ask for l/n’s number?”

“no bro- didn’t you see todoroki and l/n walk in together? pretty girls and pretty boys always get together.”

“are you saying i’m ugly-!?”

“hey, sir’s waiting.”

bakugou said, making the three look at him and look back at aizawa who was glaring at them, his eyes turning red and his hair floating up as they bowed in embarrassment, hurrying to their seats.

when they finally left from bakugou’s view, he could see y/n clearly infront of him, well, the back of her, and her wings.

bakugou thought they were big for no reason. could she even fly?

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“team bakugou and l/n, you’re up!”

the class had a training exercise with a random partner, bakugou made no comment out loud of the new kid being his partner but, his thoughts were screaming.

‘are you kidding me? pretty girl is my partner?’

bakugou yelled in his head as y/n ran up to him, slowing down to walk next to him.

“hey! you’re bakugou, right?”

“yea.”

“oh okay! how do you wanna do this-?”

“just don’t get in my way, i’ll probably do all the work anyway.”

bakugou said bluntly, walking faster to avoid y/n as y/n’s face became blank, blinking at the boy who was walking away faster. she squinted her eyes at him, smiling.

-

there were multiple clones of ectoplasm and y/n and bakugou were surrounded.

“i told you not to get in my way!”

bakugou yelled, explosions sparking from his palms. y/n looked down as she clenched her forearm, a white energy surging through her arm.

“i didn’t even do anything! with you running away from me!”

“because you would get in my way!”

“just stop yelling for a sec, your throat-!”

y/n cut herself off as she flapped her wings and the clones on her side turned to liquid clones. bakugou whipping his head at her side to look and see no one, y/n gone and the clones gone.

“angel!”

bakugou called out, looking up to see y/n in the air, jumping down in the centre of the clones on bakugou’s side, slamming her fist down on the ground as the ground crumbled, making the clones fling into the air as bakugou put his hands down towards the ground, shooting himself up as he exploded all of the clones.

y/n stood up on the ground, bakugou dropped down infront of her. y/n quirked her eyebrow up,

“are you gonna yell at me? sorry if i was in your way-“

“sorry for the way i was acting.”

bakugou grumbled, it was so, out of character of himself. he didn’t even know what he was doing. y/n’s eyes widened, feeling a tad bit bad for the way she was yelling, but to be fair, he was yelling louder before.

“oh! it’s cool- sorry i yelled back at you.”

y/n admitted, her eyebrows furrowed but a smile on her face as bakugou’s eye trailed down towards her parted lips.

“let’s go back.”

“oh right!”

y/n exclaimed, turning and starting to walk as bakugou admired her back, her wings.

“bakugou?”

bakugou heard, fast walking to catch up with her, much unlike before when he was literally running away from her.

-

y/n walked beside todoroki, counting her money in focus to be sure she had enough for one of the dishes she wanted from the cafeteria. (pretend they pay for somethings idk)

the winged girl groaned out loud, his hands rubbing her eyes as her lips turned to a frown. todoroki looked at her in wonder, cocking his head to the side.

“what’s wrong?”

“i don’t have enough money for the cold soba..”

“do you like cold soba?”

todoroki’s eyes widened, wondering if the pretty girl liked one of his favourite foods, she lifted her hands away from her eyes, blinking at the boy.

“yeah.. i was really craving it today...”

“i’ll pay for you.”

todoroki said, starting to fast walk to the cafeteria to see y/n’s reaction to eating it as y/n stopped in shock, jogging to catch up with todoroki as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips opened,

"are you sure? thank you so much though.."

“it’s alright.”

todoroki said, in the line and already at the front, ordering two cold soba trays.

y/n stood behind him, a small smile of her face as she appreciated the kind offer that todoroki gave her- well, more like just buying her food.

the girl felt a nudge in her shoulder, turning her head to see bakugou with one hand holding his tray of food, the other in his pocket.

“come sit with me.”

bakugou said, looking away from y/n and straight at his table of friends who were laughing loudly far away. y/n turned to look at the group and where they were, while she was looking away, bakugou took the chance to glance down at y/n, seeing her long eyelashes as they fluttered open and shut, then turning to bakugou again as he quickly looked away.

“sorry,, i’m sitting with todoroki today!”

bakugou looked at the girl after scoffing loudly.

"you can stand one lunch away from that half-and-half bastard-"

"bakugou?"

bakugou and y/n turned towards todoroki, who was holding two trays of cold soba. bakugou raised an eyebrow at the dual coloured haired boy as todoroki narrowed his eyes towards him.

"l/n is going to be sitting with me. not you."

"i don't remember asking you, icy-hot."

"you didn't have to, i'm telling you."

"what do you say?!"

todoroki let out quick but calm remarks at the blonde boy but bakugou was glaring openly at todoroki, getting right up in todoroki's face as y/n's eyes whipped back and forth between the boys.

"guys!"

the two looked at her, stopping their argument.

"how about, we all sit together? i wanted to talk with mina today anyway!"

y/n grinned, turning and quickly walking towards the table that had mina, kirishima, sero, jirou and kaminari. jirou and mina seeing the girl and the two boys walking behind her, waving at her.

"hey y/n!"

"hi!"

"oh shit, hey l/n!"

"hi there!"

y/n sat in the free space next to mina, with a space for one more person to sit next to y/n.

"is it okay if i- i mean, todoroki and i sit with you guys?"

"no problem!"

sero said, showing a thumbs up towards the girl and a wink while kaminari was fist bumping the air in excitement.

todoroki was quicker than bakugou, sitting in the seat next to y/n as bakugou gritted his teeth slightly at the boy who was staring up at him- was that a tiny smirk on his face!?

bakugou dropped his tray on the table, already eating as y/n talked to todoroki about english homework. then she turned away, leaning over mina to talk to jirou who was next to her.

todoroki and bakugou made eye contact with each other as todoroki looked at the boy across from him on the table. bakugou narrowed his eyes, using his hand and sticking out his thumb as he dragged his thumb over his neck, pointing at todoroki.

todoroki just silently slurped his soba, glaring at bakugou.

this meant war.

[kryptznnn]

♡/♛- Patience

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➸ INTERESTS; -pro-hero!katsuki bakugo (26) x f!quirk-less reader (23)

➸ BACKGROUND; -During pro-hero 'Dynamite's term within the top 3 heroes of the country, it was made aware by his agency that he needed assistant around. He hadn't appreciated the gesture really, as he hates being followed let alone babysitting, but he wasn't ready for you to enter his life.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 4.9k, romantic curiosity, tension, personal of interest, mentions of weapon, weapon usage/firing, dead body, mentions of an attack, paparazzi mentions, slow burn, etc.

➸a.i; - made this fic off of the original voting for which storyline to work on, also trying a slightly different style hm!! works are piling up on me now but i’ll try to publish them all asap!!! xoxo

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Katsuki sat in his office, checking the time nonstop as he waiting for his newest employee to arrive. It’s not as if she was late, he just had other things to do and needed her here as soon as possible to give the rundown of his day to her. Honestly there was no need for him to even do so, he just wanted to spark a conversation with her to see what she was like.

He’s surprised that his firm and agency had caught him on a good day for him to actually agree to this. They had brought up the idea to him before and each time he declined it, saying he didn’t need someone he had to chase after and protect just so they could be his little errand boy.

This time when they asked however, they had selectively agreed and chosen one specific woman who stood out over all of the other candidates. She was quirk-less, but had the most perfect combat abilities which already had Katsuki somewhat intrigued. She had also excelled in one of the most challenging universities within the country and graduated with her master's in business and accounting at just 21 years old.

The more his agency serenaded the girl and placed her on a pedestal the more intrigued he was, you had proven your worth to them prior by telling them of your special hobbies. Somehow hearing about you and your talents he became less irritated for the day, finishing off his patrol duties without going insane.

He was relaxed to say the least for the rest of the week, until Monday had come back around and it was time to meet you. He was calm, keeping his composure as he remained seated, flipping through your files in the sand-colored folder in front of him over and over.

He would always stay on the cover page for the longest, looking at your picture. He kept his finger on it for a while before flipping the next page and letting his mind wander. You looked good when you let your hair down on your shoulders, and even better with that small soft smile you had.

Maybe if he was able to make you laugh or smile, he could see if it was better in person than in that tiny photo they saved for him. He wasn’t weird, or cared for you, he hadn’t even known you let alone ever spoke to you before, he was just curious.

“Good morning Mr. Bakugo” he heard a voice call from afar as the doors opened to the door. He was snapped out of his thoughts and picked his head up, closing the folder he was looking through as he saw you.

He took his time examining you and your appearance, like for instance this time your hair was pulled into a slick back. It was almost as if the picture hadn’t been as accurate as possible of your facial features, or beauty. Plus, you were wearing glasses, that threw him off a little, thinking of you as a little nerd now.

He got up slowly and made his way over to you before extending his hand out for you to take it. Your hand was much smaller than his he noted, before placing it back at his side. He had tried his best to shake your hand as gentle as possible before speaking.

“Katsuki’s js’ fine, and ‘s nice to formally meet you Y/n L/n.” He spoke in a professional tone, achieving an impressed smile and look from one of his clerks in the agency from behind you. He took a step back and ushered you to take a seat by the table where he was seated prior.

You thanked him kindly and patted down your dress pants before sitting in the seat opposite to his. He sat down and opened the file of you before speaking again.

“I’ve read your stats; I’m impressed that someone like you would come here to help someone like me.” He stated, flipping through the pages again before looking up at you, you hadn’t smiled nor shown any sign of anything else other than professionalism.

He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, after going over your file, especially your photo for an entire week he had already placed his own version of you in his head. From your resume it had said you were very outgoing and bubbly to say the least, he didn’t feel any of that energy as of now, he felt like he was talking to stone.

“Thank you, I’m sorry what do you mean by someone like me sir?” You asked, he didn’t even think of his answer because he already knew what he was going to tell you. Your tone repeated in his head, you hadn’t broken eye contact with him nor moved an inch, perfect posture and smooth skin, it’s as if he was getting answers to the questions, he asked himself about you for weeks.

“Talented, you have potential t’be a hero of your own if ya really wanted.” He stated looking back up from your files and in your eyes, you only blinked and nodded, he hadn’t even cracked a smile out of you. In all honestly it would’ve been ridiculous if he was getting upset or frustrated over something small like this, but he had to see it for himself.

“Thank you again, but as you may know from my resume already, I don’t have the capability of being one as I’m quirk-less, and I’d rather just stick to one person than multiple.” You stated, making the last part sound like a joke slightly, or at least to him it must have been because he caught a small smile escape your lips before you spoke again.

“It seems as if all of your old colleagues have extra assistance except for you, and your agency had spoken about how much of a challenge you’d be, so I’m willing to give it a shot. I’m always up for a challenge when I have nothing to lose.” You spoke, pausing for a moment before opening your mouth to speak then closing it again, maybe adding on about how great the pay seemed to you wasn’t a wise decision.

A challenge, he hated those, he hated challenges because of the amount of time and effort they take. He was already a busy man with thousands of priorities, deadlines, meetings, etc. He was thankful to say the least out of the two of you he could already tell who was going to be doing more work they actually enjoyed.

He went over ground rules and his preferences, he wasn’t supposed to be a teacher to you, let alone a babysitter. If you were to take notes or ask him questions, do it at a convenient timing, like now instead of later. His patrolling hours start from 7am at earliest to 11pm being the latest, so all three meals for the day would be covered under his shifts. He was surprised to see you grab a pen from your coat jacket pocket and grab a blanket piece of paper beside you, scribbling as he spoke.

He had mentioned how he would’ve had several pages and charts of his daily routines and extras printed and given to you, but you politely declined his offer. You told him it was better for you to take notes of your own as they were easier to follow and you’d remember it by heart if you wrote it, he only nodded and continued.

“ ‘Nd I also go to the gym on the weekends or days whenever my patrol shifts are covered from 9 to 12.” He finished, you shook your head as you wrote the last bullet point down as he watched you underline the times he had said before speaking.

“No time at all for any wife or kids, you’re always busy. How do you manage to get in enough sleep sir?” You spoke, now placing your pen back in pocket before taking the two sheets of paper and aligning them together.

A wife? Kids? He thought for a moment, he had always wanted to be married, let alone have a family of his own. Maybe it was the pressure of his parents taunting him about it, or seeing his friends go through the processes and being invited to their weddings, but he had never actually tried to place himself out there.

He considered it a waste of time, like all things love takes time and as he’s mentioned a thousand times, he doesn’t have time to waste. A man that’s too busy can never be too busy for love, except if that man is Katsuki Bakugo. His agency had also brought up the idea to him, having someone on his arm would make him look good to the press and could get his numbers high.

He hadn’t fancied the idea of having a date just for more popularity, he was popular enough and honestly the flashy paparazzi could kiss his ass some days. He would like someone by his side because he genuinely cares for the person, not because he wants to make himself look better for fame. He couldn’t care less if millions would look his way if the woman, he’d want to spend his life with was there.

“Maybe I’ll die alone, ain’t no problem with that.” He responded, completely disregarding your second comment. You raised a brow slightly and looked up at him, trying to search his face to see whether he was serious or not. You might as well had died trying to figure it out, he has a fucking poker face.

“You shouldn’t say that sir, have hope. If you make time for it and prioritize it like the other 30 things in my list, you should be fine.” You spoke, nodding and smiling at him. Your smile was slightly larger than the last one you gave him; he took note of that. It seemed everything you did he took note of, as if he was your assistant.

He only hummed in response, now standing up and escorting you out as it was time to start your first day. Thankfully for the two of you, you had both eaten breakfast and could start as soon as possible as you strolled downtown.

You stood off to the side of your new boss as he stood off too patch a radio to his shoulder before turning it on. You took the time to now fully examine him and take in his figure, he was much taller than you, regardless of the fact you were wearing heels.

He was probably around 6’3, when you thought of your other friends and family members that were over 6ft and made the comparison in your head, he was probably taller. He was fairly built too, maybe over 200lbs if you were to make a proper estimate.

He also was good looking, you couldn’t lie he was attractive, which is probably why you made that remark previously of having a wife. It’s surprising how he hadn’t gotten with anyone yet, not even a girlfriend. He was in his mid-twenties and from what you could tell from the other heroes that were his own friends they're in happy relationships.

So, the problem wasn’t that he couldn’t get any girl, he definitely could, he just chose not to. He might be difficult to deal with at times, but at least he was respectful and responsible, well to you that is. You had only just got to know him around an hour ago, so it isn’t as if you two were perfectly in sync already.

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It was now a little afternoon, ‘lunch time’ as Katsuki mentioned, and had also added in the detail of his favorite spot to eat. As you made your way there you were unaware, he was still following you from behind, you recited the name of the meal he had given you before making your way inside. You had never been to this place before, let alone anything like it, so you just decided to take the same as his order.

What you didn’t expect was for everyone inside to immediately start screaming and rushing out as they saw him. Asking for autographs and saying how much they loved him, pulling out their phones for pictures and everything.

Right, he’s a pro-hero, and in the top 3 at that, he wasn’t even just a hero, but a celebrity too. He had told you about him having certain modeling skills and experience and having shoots every once in a while, that his agencies had applied him for.

This was something you had to get used to, fangirls, paparazzi, and screams. It was your first day, you can’t get overwhelmed and go insane so easily. You took a deep breath as you paid for the orders and received them shortly after, pushing past the crowd before something caught your eye.

More like someone had caught your eye. Right across the street from the store a little boy was crying, calling out for his mother while he wiped his tears. You quickly made your way over to him and placed the bags of food down on the side before bending down to his height, ignoring the fan-girling behind you.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” You asked a slight frown on your face as you spoke to him. He wiped his nose and sniffled harshly as his eyes were watery. You looked into his eyes for a minute, they were so strange, different in a way you hadn’t seen before.

Maybe it had to do with his quirk, but it wasn’t something usual. The color of them were so light it was practically glass or a sort of white marble, and it gave you chills. The sort of chills that were telling you to back away from the situation, but he was just a child, so you shrugged off the feeling.

Until you realized you were so terribly wrong to underestimate it. He had only continued to cry more before running off into the deep alleyway behind him, and stupidly without a second thought you chased him down. You called out to him attempting to find him as you could hear him repeat the words of ‘hide and seek’.

It’s as if every alarm in your head was ringing profusely as you went in deeper to find him, practically circling yourself in attempts to find him. You paused as an unfamiliar scent had hit your nose sharply, it was something like tainted meat or roadkill, but much stronger.

It wasn’t until you had gotten goosebumps quickly as you heard small child like giggles from behind you. You quickly turned around and placed your dominant hand behind your back, reaching for the pistol you had always carried with you. Quickly grabbing it with a firm grip before the laughter became louder and deeper.

The child had now come out from the shadows before you, or at least it’s one of many forms. It soon transformed into a large bird-like beast, with the claws and teeth of a sort of creature you were sure only existed in myths. As it quickly lunged towards you with a loud shriek you drew your weapon and fired 4 times.

You had aimed for nothing but two areas, the head and its heart. Thankfully it had worked because as the beast was just inches away from your face it had dropped dead to the floor. You sighed in relief and laughed to yourself for a while, completely unfazed by the screaming and scatters behind you.

“Guess who’s not bulletproof, dumba-“

“Y/N!” You heard Katsuki shout from behind you, you turned around quickly keeping your lips sealed as your statement was cut off, grateful you hadn’t cursed in front of him. He quickly ran up to you, examining your figure.

“Heard gunshots. Are you injured?” He asked, raising a brow as he looked up and down at you. You only spun around slowly to show your unfazed body and clothing before flaunting the pistol in your hand. Then you pointed at the shriveled-up beast behind you as it bled out.

Katsuki looked at you then the scene wide-eyed before bringing a hand up to his under eyes and dragging it down. It was barely your first day of training and this happened. Especially while he wasn’t around to handle the matter, and who even gave you a pistol to begin with?

He let out an exasperated sigh before reaching over to his radio and patching in. He made authorization aware of the situation and that the threat had been neutralized with no casualties as all civilians were safe, after he received confirmation, he let go before turning back to you.

“You’re lucky I don’t decide to just fire you right now.” He stated, now walking off into the entrance of the alleyway, you quickly made your way beside him ready to plead your case.

“Excuse me? I was just doing my job sir. That thing attacked me first and I saved all of your little paparazzi princesses. Respectfully if you were on point instead of being distracted you wouldn’t have a reason to be mad at me.” You stated professionally, now placing the weapon you had back in its proper place, scoffing under your breath slightly as you turned to the side.

He had hardly tuned into what you were telling him, he kept replaying the entire scene in his head from his view. He was crowded by hundreds for less than 5 minutes and everyone ran off after hearing gunshots. He had counted it and replayed it over and over, 4 shots.

4 bullets aren’t what someone or something would fire if they were trying to send a warning or fight. Those are killer numbers, execution even, and he knew that. So, when his eyes had followed your figure walking over across the street to help a little boy then disappear to hear gunshots his stomach dropped.

So many things rushed in his mind at that very moment, you were quirk-less, which meant you were practically defenseless. Yes you had your skilled martial arts training and enhanced combat, but that was nothing in a gun fight. He didn’t want to fire you for running off or killing a villain, he wanted to fire you because of how reckless you were.

Being reckless and tracking havoc was his job, literally. He was being paid to do so and took a liking to it because he didn’t have to worry about anyone else other than himself, but with you it was different. He wasn’t sure why, but even though he had only officially known you for a few hours he felt as if you were now his responsibility.

Like how he would care for his nieces and nephews from his friends, or his aging parents. If anything had happened to you he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself, breaking the news to his agency would be horrific, and don’t even get him started on telling your family.

As he stood beside you, he placed his hands in his pocket. He only turned his head to the side to glance at you, blinking thoughtlessly before turning his head back as he heard sirens approaching. He hadn’t planned on answering your response, there was no need too. It had barely been solid afternoon and so much had happened already.

“You’re never supposed to leave my side, ‘ts your job, or else we’re both in trouble.” He only responded before making his way over to the parked police vehicles, making you furrow your brows. As your stomach rumbled slightly you had remembered leaving the food off to the side by a table nearby.

You quickly made your way back there to find the food and drinks still in perfect condition. You clapped to yourself and muttered a quick ‘yes’ before scooping them up and making your way over to Katsuki as he had left everything in the hands of the police.

He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was the food or if you had seen something that caught your eye, but the energy you were giving off just minutes ago was completely gone. You were cheerful, you were smiling, finally after so long of his curiosity eating him up he got to see your smile, with your teeth.

You quickly handed him his share of his drink and bag of food as you kept yours, that cheerful smile still on your face. He thought he was crazy honestly, because as you two went to sit out for a while to open your food and dig in your smile hadn’t left.

He felt a small smile creep up on his lips as well, or maybe it was a smirk, who knows. Whatever it was made his lips curve up and if he hadn’t known any better he would’ve smiled as cheerfully as you, maybe smiles are just contagious.

“Does food make ya smile that hard all the time?” He asked without shame before taking a bite of his sandwich and pointing to your face with his index finger. You paused and looked at him with a raised brow before thinking to yourself. You soon nodded in response to his question as you unwrapped your sandwich.

“Yes sir, it’s one of the many things in this world that I know won’t fail to boost my mood.” You joked before looking over to Katsuki, who only wore an understanding expression on his face as he nodded. As you began to eat your meal you were surprised by how much flavor it had, and you had honestly enjoyed it thoroughly.

For a price so small and a sandwich so large from a place you had never even heard of before it was amazing. You savored it and even asked yourself if you should save some for another day or eat it all today. In the end your urges overcame you and you ate it all in one sitting with Katsuki, who just watched you in silence.

You ate like a rat was his first thought on you. You took rather smaller bites than him and chewed quickly, covering your mouth as you did so. Maybe he was the one who ate weird most of the time, but you were so polite and professional, it’s as if you were having a damn conference with the sandwich.

He only shook his head slightly as he looked off before finishing his food and drink as you did too. As you cleaned off your lips softly with pats and swipes you reached into the inside pocket of your tuxedo pocket. This time the opposite one of the primary that had carried your little fancy pen this morning.

You pulled out a tube of lip-gloss before applying it onto your lips and quickly putting it away as you rubbed your lips together. As the two of you walked Katsuki had only caught a glance of what you were doing, ceasing your actions before placing your thumb up to underneath your bottom lip and swiping a small bit of access lip-gloss.

He turned his head back and focused on the path ahead of him. Whatever shade that was looked good on you, it wasn’t the same one that showed in your photo from your files. It was if he had a little checklist on you from on file to off file, and as of now he had several things written and checked off, one of them now being ‘she carries a weapon on her at all times incase’.

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As night was quickly approaching, Katsuki made it well aware to you that your time for today was up. As his night shift was about to begin and that’s where more of the dangers had come out, so it would be best advised if you went home. You only nodded and thanked him for the day, he walked you over to your vehicle parked in the parking lot of his firm before you drove off.

No matter for either of you it seemed that the days events hadn’t left your minds. Surprisingly enough before you left you had told him if he ever needed anything to contact you, and he didn’t hesitate too. As soon as you had gotten home and showered before preparing something for you to eat again, he was quick to text you.

Even though the number was unidentified and sent as numerous numbers and dashes you could tell who it was. You smiled to yourself slightly as you pressed 2 minutes on the microwave to your meal before checking your messages.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : I’m just checking in to make sure you arrived. There was a report of something happening in your area.]

[You : Thank you! All’s good here, I’ve been home for a while, I’m getting something to eat now]

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : Okay]

Your smile soon turned into a quick off putting slanted state as you read his reply. It said he was typing for a while, but that’s all he ended up saying. You thought to yourself before typing another response to him attempting to get a reaction.

[You : Thank you for checking up on me, and I really appreciate your care today ☺️]

It had said he was typing, you turned your attention away from your beeping microwave as you watched the bubbles float in the bottom left corner of your phone for a while, maybe a minute, before just disappearing. As you waited you also took this as the perfect time to actually save his number within your contacts, only to come back and see nothing.

You only groaned to yourself as you placed your phone down, now giving your attention back to your beeping microwave before opening it and removing your food, placing it down to earth before thinking off to yourself.

As you finished your food you quickly placed the plate in the sink and cleaned up a bit, preparing everything for tomorrow. You also took the time to reload your pistol, just in case you had to use it again. Eventually you were ready for bed and drifted off to sleep after a long and harsh day.

You were awoken at around midnight to a text notification from your phone, wondering who could be texting you so late. As you perked your head up and reached for your phone you dimmed the brightness on it before reading the notification.

[K. Bakugo : You’re welcome, you weren’t bad for your first day as my assistant. We’ll see how you can handle tomorrow. Goodnight]

You smiled softly as you read the message, placing a hand over your lips cheekily before placing your phone back down. You turned around and got comfortable again before dozing off.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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Convincing

M A S T E R L I S T

Don't just like, please reblog! Context: Because all this time, he was just trying to convince her of his love for her.

Pairing: Yan!Bakugo Katsuki x f!reader Slight OC!f reader

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Warnings: Domestic Violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of needles, Yandere Bakugo, this is NOT a romance!!!

W.C: 4,255 words

Note: Fact that I started this in May 2024 and am publishing it now I'm trying to upload unfinished stories before I tackle on requests, but please be aware that I'm open to all fandoms!!! FILL MY REQUESTS LIKE CRAZY!!!!

“Aren’t you tired?”

Just the sound of his exasperated voice was enough to send chills down her spine.

“Why do you keep running away from me?”,his voice was heavy with agony, too foreign and alien from the usual explosiveness that coupled with his dismissive grunts and displeased snarls.

Never did she think she’d wish for his worst face over…over whatever this was.

“Melody…”, he cupped her cheeks, frightening her as she trembled, conditioned to anticipate the heat of his blasts whenever his hand got too close. He must have picked this up too, for the guilt further tore apart his face,”Please, listen to me.”

That's what she has always been doing; listening, following, complying, submitting. What more was he asking for? What else did he want to take? What else was left of her to take?

She spotted the shimmer in his red eyes, the twinkle of tears. Ah, that’s right. He still hadn’t gotten that.

“Why won’t you just love me?”, he pleaded, voice cracking from the sheer desperation of this one need unclaimable by brute force. Such a romantic gesture was sure to move millions of hearts, even her own, as she too like any other person fantasized and wished for such raw, unfiltered, sincere love.

Maybe she should have held back with her vague wishes. Maybe she should have been more careful with her vague wishes.

“K-Katsuki…”,even saying his name required overcoming a great battle against anxiety, “I do love yo-”

“NO YOU DON'T.”

The sudden shift from his tearful tone to the accusatory shout made her recoil fiercely, her body crawling backwards on autopilot, the numbing thud from impacting the wall seeming feeble up against her open cuts, fresh bruises and burns. His burns.

This further intensified the man’s depressive state, having him bury his face in soot covered hands.

“Am I that bad, Melody?”, she blinked in confusion, unable to shake off her shivering. Whether it’s from the autumn cold, or the frightening situation she was trapped in, she couldn’t tell, “Am I that hard to love?”

The question wouldn’t have been hard to answer. That is, if the seemingly normal basement wasn’t vandalized with her blood, remnants of his explosion and his unbridled rage that was seconds away from tearing her apart.

The woman clutched her shoulders, hissing as she accidentally pressed too hard on her injuries, the soft cotton sleeves ripped from his blasts and doused maroon with her fresh blood. It was hard to distinguish what was worse; the fact that she was terribly injured by him again, or that Bakugou was behaving too oddly, or that she couldn’t help but feel remorseful for him.

“That's not true at all.”,it's not always easy to stay, but so much easier to pretend, “I do love you, I'm just bad at expressing it.”

“Then why do you look so scared? So afraid?”,he retorted, chest shivering and heaving with suppressed cries.

“Why would I be afraid of you?”,she spoke softly, knowing the exhaustion weakened her voice to a whisper, “You're my boyfriend, I don't need to be afraid of you-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!”,he interrupted, causing her to flinch. He obviously caught on. She was just repeating the brainwashing he'd drilled into her.

“How else can I prove it to you.”,she quickly added, desperate to escape this situation, desperate before he escalates the situation, and if she'd learned anything after being his victim for so long is that his wrath had no limits.

Her thighs cramped violently once more, but the burns on her hands prevented her from soothing the ache. 

It had no limits at all.

“If that's so-”,a frightened cry left her mouth as Bakugo's knees dug into her thighs, his battered hand tightened around her own battered cheeks, “Then explain.”

The woman's eyes widened, and she felt her heart plummeting to her stomach as the man held a familiar, glossy brass key in his hand, “How do you have this?”

The key to her makeshift safe, a rickety wooden trapdoor secured by a padlock, where she built up a stash of necessities in hopes of an escape. The wads of dollar bills, spare room keys, the registration form for a shelter, quirk suppressants and a smattering of medical supplies. It was a haphazard arrangement, more so as a result of hoarding to feel in control rather than stocking up for a strategic escape. 

“What were you scheming, you witch.”,a pained cry escaped her lips as Bakugo's fist collided with her shoulder, “Did you plan to kill me in my sleep? Run away to some homeless junkyard? Live off the money you robbed from me?”

Tears refreshed her dampened cheeks, blurring her vision as she struggled to sit uptight, too worn down by exhaustion.

“I-”,she struggled to form words through tears, “I'm sorry-”

“STOP APOLOGIZING FOR ONCE AND USE YOUR WORDS!”,his fist crashed into the wall beside her for emphasis, the key dislodged far deep in the bloody cracks. Debris scattered onto her shivering shoulder as dust formed a layer over her sticky, disheveled tresses. His hand clutched her collar, glowing warm and orange, “Answer me!-”

“BECAUSE YOU WERE HURTING ME!”

The man's face froze, a scowl twisting his face as he tugged her upwards to his eye-level. “Say that again?”,he was clearly threatening her, no matter how dangerously placid his voice was.

Melody squinted through the blurry haze, her blackened eyes capturing little vision, and her reddened cheek and busted lip made every word she spoke sting like venom, “Y-You keep hurting me…being mean to me.”

“Don't give me that childish crap.”,his widened eyes and quiet voice set off alarm bells in her mind. She caught on how unpredictable he was early on, but this was a new extreme. “I gave you a big house, the finest clothes, the freshest foo-”

“I di-didn't need any of those things!”

Bakugou's features widened to a mix of anger and surprise, and Melody instinctively flinched as he craned his neck to get a better look. Yet, she still relented, “You can give me…all those physical gifts…those physical luxuries…but I never asked for them…”

“So what else do ya want…”,he panted, chest heaving slowly, “Scummy golddig–”

“I just wanted you to calm down!”

The man widened his eyes in disbelief.

Tears were streaming uncontrollably down Melody's face, finally clearing up her vision as she struggled to phrase her sentences through cries, “I-I jus-just wanted you to be nice-nicer…”,she inhaled a sharp, trembling breath, “I just wanted you to be calmer, to be more…approachable…”

Melody's body was racked with convulsions, signs preceding an imminent panic attack she recognized all too well. Yet this time, she was robbed of her chance to flee, locked in the confines of the man's ire. “I hated being taken away from my previous life…”,she sputtered, ensuring her gaze was away from her captor when she spoke, “I hated being hidden from the world in this basement, hated how you controlled every aspect of my life…”

The man's fingers twitched once more, reawakening with an amber glow-

“But I've learnt to accept it.”

He blinked, confusion scrawled across his face, while his fervent eyes scanned every part of her withered state. Strangely, the anger pumping his Adrenalin seemed to tighten his throat.

“I've made efforts to stay with you, to accept my life with you…”,she sighed, fighting off the sorrowful exhaustion threatening to knock her unconscious. She still felt too unsafe to pass out right now. “But…you were so mean…you were never happy with me, always so rude.” New tears were pricking her eyes, this time, their daggers simultaneously piercing her chest too, “You'd always be so unsatisfied, so disappointed, so…so angry…even though I tried everything to keep you happy.”

The woman slumped her shoulders, head lolling forward as she struggled to suppress pathetic cries, “Be-Before you came, I cooked something big for a long time, and redecorated our library as a surprise, even burning myself in the process.”

The tighten in his throat began to bulge into a lump, his arms falling limp at his sides. The ravaged pantry, the scattered knives, the boxes of cartons at the back of the house. So that's what they all were for.

He widened his eyes as realization sank, recalling all the instances of her behavior he deemed too suspicious; outliers not coinciding with her escape. The moments when she behaved too genuine, too sincere, too realist–”

Horror spilled across his angry frown.

“You kept hurting me terribly…you kept giving me nightmares…”,a shiver disrupted her words, the ache from her wounds worsening, “Even after devoting myself to you…you never made me feel safe.”

Her neck urged to align their gazes together, but the fear plaguing her heart prevented her. “That's why I tried to run away, with no plan, with no support…I didn't want to go to someone else…I just wanted to go away from y-you…”

The woman sniffled bitter tears, feeling the pangs from her wounds too unbearable to fight against their subduing effect. The reins weighing down her consciousness snapped apart, and Bakugou's amber aglow dissolved into a murky gray, mottled with white hot spots and accompanied by a pounding, devastating, subduing migraine like nothing before.

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She had closed her eyes for a few seconds of respite in the desolate and down trodden cell of a basement.

However, when she had regained consciousness, she found her hips sinking into the bouncy duvet of the mattress, fingers padding the cotton sheets and legs draped with the softest microfleece blanket imaginable.

The bedding wasn't the only foreign object, as she deduced through squinted eyes. She was completely uprooted from her confines and replaced in a completely different environment. The orange sheets and pillows draped over her limbs and propped behind her back, figures and posters of some renowned Pro-Hero, a corner desk littered with blueprints and design skeletons of gauntlets….

Her heart rattled in her ribcage. Gauntlets.

She needed to leave right awa–

A click echoed from what she assumed was a door, and muscle memory overrode her senses as it flattened her limbs and straightened her body back to its resting position - a weapon that helped her weasel out of countless troubles.

“How is the patient faring so far?”

Chills reverberated down her spine. A woman's voice? Patient?

“Expect her to regain consciousness this week.”,sighed another more exasperated female voice, “Hey, her IV's about to finish, make sure you refill it.”

IV. Her mind instinctively twitched her fingers, shrugging off the last bits of sleep fog as the underlying numbness surfaced to her attention. She concentrated enough until she could feel the delicate prick right atop her hand - the needle connecting her to the overhead IV.

How had she overlooked such an obvious thing? Captivity has a strange impact on people, often making them forget memories and sensations long unused. Like the poking of a needle.

Or how it feels to not be trapped in darkness.

“Let's just take it off right now. I need to go dig up a new batch since we're overloaded at the moment…”,she heard the former woman yawn, the mention of an external workload triggering faint nostalgia. What pressures were even in her life to relate to their struggles? Especially when only years ago, she too was standing in their shoes.

She waited with bated breath as the two women filed out. As soon as the door shut and the room fell into silence, Melody whipped off her covers, slipping into the first pair of slippers and cardigan she found and swung open the door, vanishing before it could close shut.

As she guessed, she was trapped in a hospital, no doubt. Though she realized she must drop off the ‘trapped’ analogy unless she'd risk inducing some paranoid behavior, the congested bustle and hustle of hurried visitors, drowsy patients and fervent nurses and doctors had her wishing for her lover's basement.

There she goes. Already reminiscing about her prison. Shaking her head, the woman scaled down flights of stairs, too worn out to figure where and why she was here in the first place, keeping the nightmare of her trapped underground as her only motivator to quicken up her pace 

It didn't matter how far away he'd secluded her, she just needed to get out, step out, ventu-

Melody's stomps came to a halt, widened eyes bloodshot and frightened as she gaped with a chest heaving from the mini-marathon.

In the ground floor of the hospital, at the far end where a flower shop was squeezed in between the cafeteria and booths, there stood the same blonde red-eyed freak who knocked her unconscious earlier.

Despite the incessant nagging echoing throughout her head, she was simply rooted to her spot. The warm glow to her right, which signaled the glass entrance doors, seemed invisible at the moment.

Still, she slid her foot rightwards, eyes cautiously trailing the focused man's arm which held a wallet. She feared that even the drop of a feather would alert her presence in this ever moving crowd.

A soft, barely audible thud reached her ears as one foot lifted over the other, an action she kept a close meticulous eye on. 

To her dismay, when she raised her gaze once more, her lover was staring right back. 

Her heart plummeted instantly, dissolving in a pool of acidic dread as the corners of his lips lifted, something she was familiar with. Too familiar with it.

“You’re awake.”

Melody blinked once, and the man had already teleported before her. How intensely had she been daydreaming to miss that? It’s either her absentmindedness, or that’s just how skilled Bakugo was. Dangerously skilled.

Rather than cringing at the homely scent of his deodorant, she inhaled the soft fragrance of a bouquet of blooming lavender, their soft petals curved so delicately and dainty, it almost scared her to get too close lest they broke apart. “Do you like them?”

It took her a few seconds to realize she was being addressed. “H-huh?”

The man exhaled softly, and the woman mentally berated herself for slipping up. When it wasn’t a good day for him, he’d put her down further by highlighting how pathetically she presents herself. Something she can’t argue against.

“They’re for you, Melody.”,the woman couldn’t decide what stunned her more. The fact that he bought flowers for her after her worst tantrums as of yet, or that was the first time, in an incredibly long while, did her name slip off his lips without anger or disappointment.

The woman swallowed nervously, dropping her gaze instinctively, keeping her vision busy in searching through the flowers, subconsciously feeling her jittery nerves calm down the more she inhaled their scent, “They’re…beautiful…”,she added, upon realizing he was expecting an answer. He also hates being left hanging.

“I’m glad you liked them.”,there goes that weird expression again, the light smile dotting his lips, and those eyes tho-wait…Bakugo’s eyes?

Though she had little clue of what transpired in her unconsciousness, the man’s eyes seemed to reflect dozens of horror stories, from the numerous dark circles weighing down his face, as well as the once aflame crimson eyes…now a faint, sputtering ashy gray and red tint. If she believed the eyes were the window to the soul, then Bakugo’s were a whole sinkhole. A depressive sinkhole.

“Katsuki…”,she breathed, concern etched across her face, “What happened to you.”

“Nothing.”

His quick, curt, yet emotionless response startled her. She tossed it off as him brushing her worries aside. Hopefully it’s just that. Hopefully.

The smile, although weak and nearly indistinguishable from his resting scowl, had still persisted as he walked ahead, moved past her and disappeared into the flight of steps she just descended from. With no beckons or commands.

To say Melody was confused was beyond an understatement. She was absolutely baffled and infinitely terrified by the sudden shift in his behavior. But depending on her coma, just how sudden was this change? Ruminating any further on these never gave her satisfactory answers, nor did the wastage of time result in good things for her.

Which is why she spun on her heels, feeling her eyes burn from the exit door’s sunbeams, poised to dash off to her one ticket to freedom. 

But the flowers nestled against her chest rustled softly, few leaves and petals fluttering out in the process. Irritated, she tried holding it at an arm's distance as she jogged, vexed by how it further accelerated its dismantling. Until she spotted a garbage bin that motivated her to simply toss it, but her hand paused mid air before she could drop them.

The soft petals curling in her fingers, the dainty leaves that seemed so small yet so protective of their blooming soon to be fruit…all still continuing to shield the flowers despite being already plucked off and stems chopped to be tied into this bouquet.

She didn’t understand first what Bakugo meant when he gifted these flowers, and perhaps she was simply reading into it too much but….but….

Her fingers locked around the banister, holding the flowers close to her once more. She stepped over the littered petals, gaze downcast as she ascended the staircase once more, this time ensuring her steps were cautious, careful, and mindful. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally paused before her patient ward, the frosted glass casted with an orange glow that made her stomach churn.

“Did you sleep well?”

The woman suppressed a startled gasp as she entered, eyes tracing his figure by the bed while he sported a half-smile. How well she slept, she could answer that with ease. Now for how long she slept, she needed to get out of her comfort zone of silence for that.

“Yeah…”,she averted her gaze, eyes landing upon the window, the curtains, the wallpaper, “I needed it to catch up on all my lost sleep “

She didn't even need to ask the much needed question. 

“You were out for 3 months, Melody.”

Her eyes widened to saucers, and despite the blaring fluorescent lights burning her vision, her mouth hung agape, “Three…months?”

The man nodded solemnly, a foreign expression clouding his face. One she couldn't discern, “3 months, 3 weeks, 5 days….that's how long I waited.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, “Waited?”

Then her eyes resumed their wandering, scanning the dreary hospital room, until they landed upon the desolate nylon mattress hidden behind the curtains. Her lungs deflated with realization. Given the drooping eye bags on his face, Bakugo must have been living with her during her coma…much less sleeping and eating.

“I kept vigil every night in hopes of seeing your eyes.”,he continued, fingers playing with some cloth crumpled in his hand, “So when I heard you might wake up around this week, I rushed to get your favorite flowers.”

She instinctively flinched when he raised his chin, but was taken aback by the sheepish half-smile twitching his lips, “But I guess my own woke up first.”

Her mind scorned with disgust at his unabashed flirting, but even worse, she felt warmth blossom in her heart and cheeks as she twisted her neck, “I must have caused yo–”

“It was my fault.”,she felt her heart plummet with dread, ears popping off as the last bits of drowsiness escaped her mind. Did she just hear him correctly? “I hurt you, so it was my fault. You shouldn't say sorry.”

Months of yearning for this moment of triumph was instead replaced with feelings of guilt and anguish, arousing a daunting, oppressive force that crushed upon her fragile heart. “No, Katsu-”

“Please, Melody…”, his throat bubbled as he swallowed, “Come sit next to me.”

The anguish was momentarily switched with alarm, before apprehension calmed her down and she timidly sat at the farthest end of the bed from her lover.

The distance had little effect, for a strong palm cupped her shoulder, rustling the sheets beneath them as he slid right next to her.

“You don’t know…”, his hand slid past her shoulder, snaking around her back, “...how terrified I was for you…”

‘Was it that hard to imagine?’,she bit back her retort, ‘You didn’t think I, of all people, wouldn’t know terror?’

“Every day and night I’d keep a close watch on you…”, his head dropped onto her shoulder.

‘A vigilance no different from her imprisonment’

“Waiting to see the day you wake up with a smile…”,his soft, smooth lips peppered kisses up her shoulder, “Waiting so that I can hear your sweet voice again, Melody…”

‘Sweet voice or sweet cries?’ Melody paused her breathing, her lungs tightened and eyes squeezed shut as his kisses trailed upwards, sending electric sparks with each contact. Burning contact.

“Waiting so that I can finally open up my heart to you.”,she expected his lips to crash upon hers, but peeped an eye open when nothing happened

 “Waiting so I can apologize to you.”

The woman’s spine jolted upright, twisting her around lightspeed as she gazed in confusion into her lover’s eyes, frustrated by the immense mystery and draught of nuanced emotions in those desolate pupils. Just what had transpired in the few moments she succumbed to sleep?

“Apologize…for what?”,she croaked innocently, keeping up the clueless good girl act in case this was a trick-

Bakugo’s hands had caged her bandaged ones in his, instantly awakening her fight or flight instincts, and electrifying every hair on her skin with goosebumps.

“I’m apologizing for hurting you.”,his stoic face crumpled with something of disgust, before he followed up with a sigh, “For abusing you.”

It was a phrase she wanted to hear so terribly….yet it’s also the phrase that’s making her drown with uncontrollable remorse. She wanted to retract her hands. She wanted to replace them with her embrace. She wanted to cringe, but she also wanted to cry.

“My biggest mistake was uprooting you from a comfortable life into one of a nightmare.”,he shook his head dejectedly, as if he was reprimanding himself. She almost found his words pathetic, “Since I took you away from your comfortable life, I should have worked even harder to create one that was more secure, more comfortable …more…happier…”

He tilted his head, hints of remorse and guilt creasing his gentle expression, “But it seems I’ve failed to rescue you once more.

His hypocritical language was the actual biggest failure. How can he proclaim he snatched her away from her ‘comfortable life’ then follow it up with his ‘failure to rescue her once more’? Was he playing one of his mind games again?

The woman swallowed the nervous lump clogging her throat. Or is it that even beneath his apologetic facade, he still relished how tightly his clutches sank into her livelihood?

“But I'm so foolish in more ways than one.”,he speaks like he ever acknowledges how much of a fool he is. Or maybe he got so used to branding her as one that his pea size of a brain swapped  places with her, “I tried controlling every aspect except-”,he inhaled sharply, the next words requiring a lot of strength to sputter, “my temper.”

A sudden shiver ran across her shoulders, and she realized how despite the scratchy cotton hospital clothes, she still felt strangely cold in the early September heat. Yet, her hands didn’t lift themselves to soothe her shivering limbs, unconsciously glued into fists atop her lap.

“That’s why I want to make amends now.”, he brushed the damp bangs swirling across her temples, “I want to fix our relationship.”

It was unfortunate how he preferred mending things he broke rather than giving them space for healing. However, it was a start for sure. And even she can’t deny the surge of relief swimming through jittery nerves as-

Something shiny and metallic jingled in her hands, Bakugo’s coarse fingers giving it a reassuring pat as he sported the same uncanny smile. She inhaled a sharp gasp, turning it over her hands, before elation broke away from the confusion, and she gazed at him in deep questioning. “Katsuki, this is-”

“-My way of amending our relationship.” His fingers cupped over hers, cradling the very pair of house keys that got her hospitalized in the first place, “Is to make you a partner.”

Light broke through the fog as perplexion filled in through the cracks. Melody sat frozen and afraid, contemplating if this was another sick trick. She had spent days, if not weeks being confined in the depths of his basement for the most nonsensical reasons. There was no telling if this was another one of his pranks too.

Yet, she found comfort in the fact he at least now saw her as an equal. As he unfurled her fingers, she began to relax at the thought of having more independence and aut oh..no…my….

Shock glued her to her feet. Palm sitting flat on her thighs, revealing a silver band hooked onto the keyring. An engagement band hooked onto the key ring.

First, her heart plummeted to her stomach. Then her lungs were deflated out of any air. Then her surroundings began spinning as a dull ringing inside her ear overpowered Bakugo's cynically chirpy voice.

“Let's get married, Melody.” He squeezed her wrist with a firm, suffocating grip, “Then we can legally adopt, move somewhere quiet and start all over again.”

[xanneeeyyyy]

Pt. 4 Is It Too Late For Us?

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader

Synopsis: Katsuki Bakugou was the one who let you go—only to realize too late that some mistakes can’t be undone.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Alternate Ending

A year passed, and life moved on. You both carried the weight of what had been left unsaid, of love left unfinished. It was supposed to be a closed chapter, a book sealed and put away.

But fate—fate had other plans.

It started with small things. A familiar scent in the air that reminded you of him. A dish you both used to share. A song that played on spotify, dragging you back to a time when you were his and he was yours.

And then—then it was him.

You ran into him at a café on a cold winter evening. It was unplanned, unexpected. But when your eyes met across the room, everything you had tried to bury came rushing back.

He hesitated for only a moment before making his way toward you, his hands clenched into fists as if he were keeping himself from shaking. He looked the same, yet different—his usual confidence was there, but his eyes carried a weight that hadn’t been there before.

"Hey," His voice was rough, like gravel, but softer than you remembered. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, heart pounding, before you found the strength to respond.

"Hey,"

⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒ .⊹°ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹°ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹

He didn’t ask for a second chance that night. He didn’t beg, didn’t try to fix things all at once.

Instead, he started over.

He showed up. Again and again. Not to force you back into something broken, but to prove that he was still there—that he had always been there.

He knew you were scared. He saw the way your eyes hesitated when he reached for you, the way your shoulders tensed as if bracing for another goodbye. You weren’t afraid of loving him—you were afraid of losing him again. Afraid that he would get tired, that he would wake up one day and realize that whatever fire had pulled you together had burned out.

And that fear was something he refused to let you carry alone. So he didn’t just tell you he had changed—he showed you.

He remembered the little things. He remembered how you took your coffee, how you hated the cold but loved the rain. He remembered the way your voice softened when you spoke about your dreams, the way your hands fidgeted when you were anxious. He remembered you, in ways you didn’t think he still would.

He became patient. When you hesitated, he never pushed. When you pulled away, he never chased—he simply waited. Waited for you to believe that he wasn’t going anywhere. That he wasn’t just here for the thrill, for the highs of love, but for everything in between.

He made an effort. Not just in words, not just in grand gestures, but in the everyday moments. He called when he said he would. He showed up even when there was no occasion, no reason other than the fact that he wanted to be there. He made space for you in his life, not just as an afterthought, but as a priority.

And perhaps most importantly— He acknowledged his mistakes.

One night, after months of slowly rebuilding what had been broken, he found you sitting on your apartment balcony, staring up at the stars. He sat beside you, silent for a while, before finally speaking.

"I was a damn idiot," he admitted, his voice quiet but firm. "I took you for granted. I thought love was somethin’ that just stayed if you had enough of it. But I get it now,"

You turned to him, eyes searching. "Get what?"

His gaze never wavered.

"That love ain't about just feelin’ something," he said, voice thick with emotion. "It’s about choosin’ someone. Every single damn day. Even when it's hard. Even when the spark fades a little. I should’ve chosen you the way you chose me, and I’ll spend the rest of my damn life proving to you that I will this time."

Tears welled in your eyes, because for the first time—you believed him. And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to try again.

Three years later

In a person's life, mistakes are inevitable. Regrets will linger over the things we let slip away, the choices we can’t take back. But maybe—just maybe—things happen because they are supposed to happen. Some stories are destined to end, no matter how desperately we wish for a continuation.

No matter how high the public demand is…

…there won’t always be a sequel.

And that’s okay.

Because even if you weren’t given a second chance at the same story, you now have the opportunity to write something entirely new. A fresh beginning—one that doesn’t need to be built on the remnants of the past. You don’t have to retrace old steps. You don’t have to force yourself into the pages of a book that’s already closed.

"You are now pronounced husband and wife," the priest declared, his voice warm and resolute. "You may now kiss the bride."

Katsuki’s hands trembled slightly as he lifted the delicate veil, revealing the radiant smile of the woman before him. His wife. His future. He leaned in, voice hushed but filled with certainty.

"You’re finally mine, Mrs. Y/N Bakugou."

And as your lips met, sealing a promise far greater than any words could convey—he realized something.

Because even though you weren't given a sequel... it is still possible for you to be given a chance to create a new story with the same person. 💜

A/N: Thank you for the love, the support, and for sharing in this story with me. Seeing Katsuki and Y/N find their way back to each other, despite the pain of the past, has been such a fulfilling journey to write—one filled with second chances, growth, and the kind of love that withstands even the hardest trials.

But I also know that not every story needs a happy ending. For those who feel that some love stories don’t always lead back to each other, I'll be posting the alternate ending soon or maybe tomorrow? HAHAHA

Whether you prefer the bittersweet or the happily-ever-after, I hope this story resonated with you in some way. And if you’re looking for more, feel free to check out my other works! You can find them all here: Masterlist

© 2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[whoreash]

did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard? ──★ ˙🍓 ̟

my fingers traced patterns over the bedsheets, eyes wandering up to the ceiling - to simply find something that’ll distract me from the overcoming thought that always happens to cross my mind. however, when the bland ceiling simply looks back at me, the creeping emotion drowns me.

why do i do this to myself?

i don’t regret it when he’s inside me. why would i? it's the best sex i’ve ever experienced (he’s the only sex i’ve experienced). my emotions mostly stem from how i feel after. i don’t think during. it’s hard to when his words plant seeds of adoration. and nonetheless, there’s always something more i want, something more i crave for. i bite my lip in thought, hearing the water run from the showerhead, suddenly feeling self-conscious of my naked body as i take up more space than i probably should.

even though my brain tells me to leave - i don't. i have this hope that if i stay for longer, take up more of his space and time, he’ll hear me. he’ll hear my thoughts and my emotions more than he does my moans. it was a stupid hope. and yet, it makes me stay every time.

trying to shake the inconspicuous feeling, instead i let myself be drawn back to the action that led me to these thoughts.

“you’re so good to me, y’know that?” katsuki groans, kissing down my neck as he softly rocks his hips against mine. the words possess my body, focusing more on them than i should.

i claw at his back, breathing heavily as his hands grip both sides of my hips, surely to leave bruises later. he pulls my hips up and down in slow thrusts. so soft and gentle, i almost forget the context of who i’m with. while his grip on me is sharp, katsuki always tries to be as gentle as he possibly can. which isn’t that gentle - but at least he tries, right?

my hands move up to his hair, gripping and tugging it as he starts thrusting at a quicker pace. one of his hands move to take place in between my legs, rubbing my clit in teasing circles as he continues to nip on my collarbone. a shuddered moan escapes my lips, squirming under his build and yearning for a release.

in that moment, even through all the pleasure, i imagine katsuki’s eyes looking up at me. he was there, of course, and he did make me feel all these things but it wasn’t personal. not in the way i wish it was. i imagined his red, half-lidded eyes looking up at me.

“i’m so close, beautiful,” beautiful. it was odd how these empty words can be the ones to bring me the most satisfaction out of all this. it wasn’t his hands, his lips or even his cock. it was his words, that sounded like pure melodies to me.

i answered back with a low whine, unneeded - he knew i was close. after countless times of this its hard not to become accustomed to each other. i bite onto katsuki’s shoulders, raising my knees, as tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

katsuki smiles against my neck. he smiles. and i immediately finish.

“what’s got you so dazed?” my thoughts come to an abrupt end as katsuki leaves the bathroom, a towel covering his waist. my eyes travel to his as i reply with a small ‘nothing’, going back to staring at the ceiling, a small flush covering my cheeks.

there was something too domestic about even seeing katsuki after sex. it definitely clouds my mind more than it should. i lose all my past morals of wanting him like this immediately.

as katsuki opens his closet, i stand up to put my own clothes back on. he seems to notice my hurried movement, eyeing me past his shoulder.

“you’re already leaving?” i stop myself at those words, an almost confused look plastered on my face. i hate when katsuki acts like he cares.

“do you want a round two or something..? i just finished but give me a-”

“what, no… i thought we could like, i dunno, hang out?” katsuki wants to be nice, is that it? does he feel bad for what we’re doing?

i should be happy but there’s a weighing feeling of pity. he feels bad. it’s obvious how i feel about katsuki - anyone would notice. and everyone knows. i think the fact that i even agreed to this shows that. this wasn’t me. i didn’t involve myself with men, but when an opportunity like sleeping with katsuki opened, i jumped at it.

maybe i am the problem.

i didn’t want katsuki to think i was weak. being vulnerable during sex was fine, but being vulnerable in any other situation only disgusted me. if i do let my emotions run free, it would only ruin what we already have and make me seem like a lovesick coward. i wasn’t a coward.

“i think it’s best if i just go, don’t you?” i ask, pulling down my hoodie and avoiding eye contact with katsuki at all costs.

i wish he would say ‘no. stay with me’, in a sincere way, but he doesn’t. instead, he answers with a curt nod as i leave the place that truly suffocates me.

the next night, i lay naked in his bed again.

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo ;

KATSUKI // from the widow you seen he was sitting all alone outside confused to why he wasn't inside enjoying himself, you furrowed your eyebrows placing down your cup , “hey, i’ll be right back!.” you yelled over the music as your friends nodded their heads going back to their convos, walking over towards the sliding door to go outside. you slid open the door, then closed it walking towards him, "hey bakubae." you teased with a smile seeing him look up to see who it is, scoffing, looking away. "tch, told you to stop calling me that." you chuckled, sitting beside him bumping your shoulder with his, "you like it though~." katsuki groaned turning his body away but he didn't say anything. it was quiet now.

you raised a brow looking at him, he looked..flustered? "hey..you okay kat?." your voice..that soft tone. he groaned once more nodding his head, "i'm fine you idiot." you didn't buy it. "then whyre you out here all alone? are you not enjoying the party?." he quickly turned to you hearing that small disappointment tone in your voice shaking his head, "no—! I do like it, it's just..ugh!." he growled due to frustration, now you were really confused. he was acting weird, really weird. usually he would be more shouty and loud but in this case he was quiet?. "if you don't i’ll understand. you don’t have to force yourself to like it katsuki." you slightly chuckled but again he shook his head, "you damn idiot I just said i like the damn party..it's just something else." he mumbled that last part, you raised a brow,

"what is it?." why was this so hard? he's usually so confident when it came to his words but now..he was stuck. why were these feelings so damn confusing?. you could tell he was struggling by how his face was turning slightly red, furrowing your eyebrows. "kat, you don't have to tell me if you're not com-!." — "I do! just..fuck why is this so damn hard!." he snarled clenching his fists together, the more he was thinking about it the more it made him mad, it was either now or later..for months he’s been wanting to confess to you but never had enough balls to do so. you made him nervous, believe it or not you did, your brown eyes, your skin, your personality everything about you made him nervous. ever since you came from america he’s always had an eye on you, they way you would fight, your strategies, they way you talk..he even went to his mom about it!.

..he hates to admit the old hag has a wise point. “if you don’t confess now someone else from your class might take that chance away from you katsuki, just follow your heart and do what’s right.” she was right, her words echoed through his head like an annoying car alarm going off. his hands clenched into fists, he should take this chance before its too late. ugh.

"fuck it." he snarled, "wha- hmph!." your eyes were widened feeling his lips against yours, you were so shocked that you didn’t get a chance to think properly. In an instant katsuki pulled back, seeing your reaction, he thought he made a stupid mistake going to apologize but when you realized what happened, you grabbed ahold of his shirt kissing him back, his eyes went wide but they closed groaning from the rough pull instantly kissing you back. your lips were so soft and gentle, he placed a hand ontop of your cheek tilting his head to deepen it. from inside, kirishima was wondering where you went and why kaminari and the rest were by the window, furrowing his eyebrows, “hey guys what’s goin-!” he yelped feeling mina grab him by his shirt pulling him towards their level. he was confused but when mina turned his head to look outside his eyes widened, “I knew they liked each other!.” she squealed as kaminari fake sniffled, “our little bakubro is growing up.” he wiped a fake tear as the rest agreed, “who knew bakugo would pull a girl.” sero added with a small chuckle, out of all people they didn’t think you would the one he likes. I mean they knew he had a crush on someone in the class but they didn’t think it was you!.

what seemed like forever, you hummed in between his mouth before pulling back, what you didn’t expect katsuki groaned chasing after your lips again secretly liking the way they feel chuckling, “kat..” you mumbled leaning back in to only give him a peck, with a grin on your face. “Is this your way of confessing?.” you questioned trailing your hand on the back of his neck feeling him pinch you on your waist with a small grin feeling a hard glare at him. “and what if it is.” he mumbled, shaking your head giving him one last peck on the cheek before getting up, “then if it is, yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” — “bakubae~.” you giggled hearing him groan,

“thought I told you to stop callin me that!.”

“at least it has meaning now!.”

I didn’t know how to end this shit 🤚🏼

[strawbxrryneptune]

College BKG <3 (enemies to lovers ish)

unedited, lowkey rushed at the end cause im exhausted but at least i posted something after like a year teehee

@miggiisdumb

You walk into the lecture hall a couple minutes early, dragging your sleep deprived friend along with you.

“I genuinely don't understand why we have to get to class so early. The professor isn't even here yet."

You huff at her complaint, pulling her towards the front where you always sit.

"I just want to keep my seat.”

Before she can reply, you cut her off.

“Yes, I know, I’ve been sitting in the same place the whole semester and no one’s taken my seat, but there’s still the risk. Remember when Bakugou fucking took it last week and wouldn’t stop being smug about it?”

Slipping into the second row, she sits on your left, sighing heavily.

"Honestly, the little petty battle you have with him is getting old babe, just fuck him at this point."

You laugh, resting your head in your hands as you stare at your friend.

"Excuse me?"

She scoffs in your face, obviously too tired for your conversation.

"Listen, we all grew up together, anyone who went to UA can agree that you both have hard ons for each other, but you’re too busy arguing to see it.”

You sigh dramatically, flopping back in your seat.

 “He’s an asshole-”

"An asshole you wanna fuck.”

You swipe at her, and she laughs before pushing at your arm.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want to fuck him.”

“...Okay, he’s kind of hot-”

“So fuck-”

“-no, he’s so annoying!”

She gives you a look then sighs,

“Yes, yes he is.”

You both laugh, your mind wandering elsewhere for a bit before she taps your arm and nods her head behind you, wiggling her eyebrows. You hum, turning to see none other than Bakugo Katsuki himself. He’s walking towards your aisle, plopping down into a seat behind you and putting his bag down next to him. He’s wearing a black sweater draped over black pants, hair fluffy but still somehow spiky looking, and a smoky, almost woodsy scent wafting from him.

Bakugou meets your eyes, and the intensity in his gaze makes your stomach twist. He raises an eyebrow at you, lips curving up to conceal a smirk. You roll your eyes and turn back around, annoyed that he caught you staring. Your friend holds back a laugh next to you and you pointedly ignore her, willing the professor to start the lecture already. 

Before you can get fully lost in thought, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head and almost hit your forehead against Bakugou’s. 

“Jesus, have you ever heard of personal space?”

He ignores your question and squints at the small table in front of you.

“You got an extra pencil?”

You stare at him, then look around to the other people in his row.

“Why are you asking me? There's like 5 other people in your sectio-”

“Do you have another fuckin’ pencil or not, Brat?”

You huff and shake your head no. You definitely have another pencil, but you're not giving it to his rude ass. He slides his eyes from your face to the bright pink pencil case on your table, full to the brim with pencils and highlighters. 

“Alright.”

You give him another roll of your eyes and go to turn around, but he stops you by leaning over your shoulder and snatching the pencil you were currently using off of your table, retracting back and sitting in his seat. You're pissed, but you can't even bring yourself to turn around because holy shit were his arms always that muscular? And did they always have those veins running through them all the way to his big hands? And fuck when he bent over you his gold chain came out of his shirt a little and it made you think how it would look dangling over you while he fucked the breath out of you. You take a quick breath and dig through your pencil case, taking a pen out and focusing on the smart board at the front of the class. The professor finally starts talking and you welcome the distraction, taking your notebook out to start taking notes.

Once it hit the end of your class, you closed your notebook and let out a sigh, thankful to be done for the day. You felt a tap on your shoulder, and this time you just give Bakugou a side eye when he slides his face close to yours and plops the pencil back on your desk.

“Thanks.”

“Dunno why you’re acting nice like you didn’t steal from me but you’re welcome.”

His face comes into view, and even though you aren’t looking directly at him, you can see his eyes drilling holes into the side of your face. 

“Don’t give me shit as if you didn’t lie to me.”

You scoff and fully turn, almost nose to nose with him. 

“Why would I want to give you a pencil when you’re such a dick?”

His eyebrows shoot up, and his eyes darken in a way that makes your stomach turn. 

“You wanna repeat that?”

You don't want to repeat it, actually, but you’re not about to back down and pissing him off is too fun, so you get closer.

“I said, why would I want to give you a pencil when you’re. a. dick.”

He gives you a sadistic smile and closes the already small distance between you, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“If you want dick so bad I can give it to you, you don't gotta call me one Sweetheart.”

Your face heats up and your eyes dart around the room, relief flooding your chest when you realize everyone cleared out of the lecture hall except for some girl who was closing her laptop and shoving her things into her bag. 

You turn back to him and step back, grabbing your notebook and pencil case and putting it into your bag.

“Please, I’d get more satisfaction from a metal pipe than your dick. You can’t handle this.”

He grabs your wrist, and when you turn back around he’s in your face again, this time staring at your lips with dark eyes. 

“You wanna bet?”

You look around again, watching that last girl walk out the door. Fuck it, if the dick is bad or you embarass yourself you still have time to drop the class. 

With that in mind, you shake your wrist free from his grip and lean in to kiss him, sighing softly when he kisses back because his lips are so soft. He brings a strong hand to your jaw and tilts your head, kissing you deeper. You make out for a bit before you start to become aware of the awkward position you’re both in, straining to kiss each other over the seats of the hall. He seems to have the same thought, and he brings his hands down to your waist before pausing and pulling away.

“Can I touch you?”

You think it's a bit silly for him to ask you at this point, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

“Yes.”

You say it breathily, and he gives you a crooked smile before grabbing your waist and whispering, “Jump” against your mouth. You do as he says and he effortlessly lifts you up over the seats and into his arms, hands moving to cup your ass. He continues to kiss you and you start to feel yourself getting hot, moving your hips against his stomach to alleviate some of the tension. He squeezes your ass and moves to sit down, placing you on the ground before turning you around and making you sit on his lap with your back to him. He leans forward to kiss your neck while bringing a veiny hand up to lightly choke you, not applying that much pressure but still making your head spin.

“Grind on me.”

“Ask nicely, Bakugou.”

He chuckles and gives you a sharp bite on the side of your neck, making your hips jolt against him.

“There you go, good girl.”

You want to tell him off, but you can feel his dick through his pants and you want to feel more. Biting your lip, you grind against him slowly, picking up the pace gradually and forcing moans out of the both of you. 

“Fuck, Bakugou take your pants off i wanna feel you.”

“Ask nicely, brat.”

You huff and turn to try and undo his pants, but he stops you.

“I said, ask nicely. You're not gettin’ shit actin all prissy.”

“...fine. Please take off your pants so I can sit on your cock, Bakugou.”

He hums and gives you another murmur of “good girl” before tapping your hips to get you up again, shimmying his pants to his knees and taking his dick out. He reaches over and takes your bottoms and panties off, rubbing your hips before reaching around and starting to rub soft circles into your clit, causing you to let out a small moan. He pulls you closer and continues to pleasure you, teasing you and pulling at your clit occasionally while slipping his hand into your shirt and tweaking a nipple. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, and you start to move your hips along with his hand. He groans against you as he feels you getting slick, taking his hand away quickly to slide your wetness along his dick. He uses one hand to pump himself while sliding one, two, three thick fingers into you, curving them and pumping rhythmically. He whispers in your ear about how soft you are, how beautiful and wet and perfect your pussy is, and you just can’t stop gushing on his fingers. You start to feel your orgasm coming up, and you stop his fingers.

”Fuck me, Bakugou, please.”

He moans at the desperate tone of your voice, bringing you further back and sliding his cock along your pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit and making your legs shake. You whine and reach back, wrapping your hand around his and guiding him inside you, gasping at the stretch. He takes it slow, and once you give him a whimper and a nod he starts to thrust into you, grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back. He fucks you good, and you start to feel your legs shake and your vision blur as he hits that spot over and over and over again until you feel him consume you and you’re cumming just like that, back arched and eyes shut, moaning loud. He moans along with you, slamming his hips into you through the squeezing of your pussy. He slows down his thrusts to give you time to calm down, and you lean back and moan in his ear, squeezing him some more. He groans and pulls you off of him, cumming onto your ass.

You both take a moment to calm down, getting dressed in slightly awkward silence as you both grab your shit. You check your phone quickly and hold back a laugh when you see a text from your friend telling you she left in hopes of you getting dicked down. Little did she fucking know.

[catsoupki]

CHP. ONE | INEBRIATION QUENCHES THE THIRST

SUMMARY: Katsuki has settled into a routine-like dance with you ever since your debut as a hero. He takes care of you like harmonious clockwork, but as he peels layer after layer, he’s caught up with his own tantalising feelings when he finds your blood staining his hands. You teach him, slowly, of what it means to fall in love.

TAGS: pro hero au, fem reader, banter, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (ch4)

CHAPTER LENGTH: 2,754 | SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHP.

“You look like shit.” Bakugou stalks into the room just to catch you in your most vulnerable moment— you only had concealer applied to your face. “You insulted the wrong person, babe.” You shoot back before muttering a small ‘sorry’ to the angel of a woman that was doing your make-up, who shakes her head with a soft smile while muttering something about puppy love. You roll your eyes. Bakugou clicks his tongue before falling down on the seat beside you with a heavy thud. “You letting yourself go that soon, Kats?” The nickname you’ve given him doesn’t properly sound as your makeup artist, Tanaka, was it? covers your lips with some scrub.

You celebrate your victory of the day as he only answers with a tch. He glares at the poor soul assigned to do his make-up for the event through the mirror, before his gaze shifts towards you.

You look stunning, as always. Not that he’d admit it, ever. You look like you fit the title “Number Four Hero”. Wearing only a flimsy vest, your collarbones were exposed as you sat in the make-up chair. The lighting at the studio only further accentuated the curves of your arms— forcing him to will his eyes to meet anything else before you catch him, and he certainly, most definitely does not want to endure your teasing, and for the record, your teasing absolutely does not make his night spent at these charity events more tolerable and manageable, and, not even enjoyable. Not in the slightest bit. At least that’s what he tells himself anyway.

You two were intentionally put into the same room, as always— you’re notorious for being one of the few pro-heroes who’s able to keep up and deal with his temper and attitude. Ever since your graduation from Shiketsu, the media immediately spotted the similarities between your personalities and fighting styles: strategically brash, stupidly abrupt, and chaotically unpredictable. The only difference being that you aren’t unnecessarily rude to those who don’t deserve it;

Finally though, during an interview a few years after your debut, it was made clear that you had known Dynamight since he was a child growing up in the rural outskirts of Musutafu. Ever since, the two of you became each other’s automatic plus-one for every social event.

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Doing the breathing exercise your manager of all people taught you, you step out of the black vehicle, instantly greeted with a myriad of flashes and shouts. Paparazzi, fans and the like all vie for your attention, the December air nipping at your skin but you put on your plastic-smile and fight your way across the red carpet, stopping at the stairs and meeting the eye of Dynamight.

He was in a dashing grey suit and a black blazer the same shade as your low cut maxi dress, tailored to fit him at all the right places, all broad shoulders and tiny waist (his waist-to-hip ratio is infuriating) donning a red tie that didn’t live up to the crimson in his eyes at all. He looks good, as he always does. You really can’t be any more grateful to the shiver of sharks and cameras surrounding you two, by the time you get home, you can gawk at his stature in paparazzi pictures in the quiet of your humble abode. It doesn’t mean you won’t try your best to sneak glances up and down his body tonight though, but there will only be so many instances where he has his back turned to you.

His hand grazes your lower back while your arms remain at your sides, both of you standing at a slightly slanted angle so that you were facing each other in the tiniest bit. Flashes of cameras continue to barrage you two as the shouts get more and more aggressive, Bakugou quickly lifts up his hand and sends the photographers a hot and quick message of fuck-you with his middle finger; you were thankful, but that didn’t stop you from elbowing him in the ribs before you were so rudely torn away and steered around the venue by your plus-one.

Both of you were accustomed to this, boring speeches from the host of the event — some balding guy that was shrivelling up in his seventies with too much money — awards honoured to the top five heroes and a bunch of group pictures.

“Next up, we have our number four hero, Metal Gear!” Your smile is as plastered to your face as the sweat on your hands as you walk on stage, met with claps and the beaming smiles of your friends and colleagues and ex-classmates. “This year, she not only made history by becoming the first female hero to achieve such a high ‘blood-spill’ rating, she also has the highest score for ‘the element of surprise’ since the founding of the Hero Commission!” You shake hands with the rich and balding guy as he hands you two plaques made of glass, the backstage workers motion for you to join Tsukuyomi next to the rest of the guests while you wait for the remaining heroes. “Smile!” The photographer gleams as you all but Katsuki does the basic celebrity face— cheeks up eyes open!

And the rest? It all goes by in a blur.

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It was some time close to the ass-crack of dawn. After attending the set amount of after-parties your manager set you to, you crawl into the back of the agency car before it speeds off to your honest cabin. Your gaze settles unfocused outside the window, tall and lonely street lights taking turns mocking your weak frown with their derisive yellow hues, you take note of the scattered blue lights in office towers, those who live a life not knowing comfort and safety, and a sense of gratitude fills your heart.

Fighting off inebriation and drowsiness doesn’t get easier despite the accumulation of experience, you’re flushed with alcohol, ears still buzzing with lost excitement, stomach fluttering with the remnants of butterflies from the times Katsuki brushed his knee against yours under the dining table that night, or when you felt his (almost envious) eyes burning holes at your back as you involuntarily talked with Monoma.

Slurring a quick thank you, you stumble out the door and fiddle with the keys before kicking off your heels and crash-landing on your couch. You won’t wake up until tomorrow, when your manager calls your house phone because she knows you. After all, she has worked with you since the founding of Metallica™, she knows your habits, she knows the battery of your cellphone has long been dead since last night, and she knows you haven’t showered yet, nor have you done anything really. So she calls you with a long enough buffer period that by then you’ll get your life and yourself back in check and open your eyes to another day of paperwork and patrolling.

She brings you your second cup of coffee in the morning. Hangovers are difficult to deal with so she gets you a cookie to help with the patrol you have to go on 17 minutes later too. You’re paired with a new sidekick whose name you forgot, the both of you groaning after hearing the screams of civilians and the shatters of windows in the penultimate minute of your duty time. You decide that you like this sidekick.

But it’s everyday work, you’re used to this. This being the fact that your neighbourhood burglars and robbers always resort themselves to metal weapons because they’re the cheapest and most accessible.

You’ll have to thank them for the relatively easy but interesting job though.

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This time the monthly group hangout is, surprisingly, being held at Bakugou’s place. You have no idea what blackmail Mina must have pulled up to convince him to let you guys absolutely wreck his place, but you keep your comments to yourself.

You’re the last to arrive, having just finished an interview with some late night show, you hurry towards Katsuki’s home, a modern and sleek one at that. He hired some designer who was apparently a friend of his mother, and man did that woman have taste.

The interior mostly consisted of neutrals, grey walls and black cupboards, and obviously a kitchen done to his exact liking, with a rotating seasoning rack, a two-door fridge, and a sink that has a detachable faucet with five different pressure settings.

Your knuckles were met with nothing on the third knock, the door swinging open to reveal an extra smiley and doubtlessly tipsy Kirishima. You can hear the television playing, some shitty movie with the cheesiest lines you’ve ever heard, ‘but I love her!’; Mina and Kirishima were probably the ones responsible for the rather unwise movie choice.

You give a polite wave, simultaneously kicking off your shoes before beelining to the makeshift bar to pour yourself at least two shots before joining the rest of them. Denki gives you his usual greeting, something something flirtatious with a wink, Sero a friendly hello, and of course, his elbows. Mina must be stuck in the bathroom since you still haven’t had air pushed out your lungs by her signature hug. And Bakugou? You don’t see him.

Ah, he’s in the kitchen. As much as he likes to complain that he isn’t Denki’s nor Sero’s private chef, you know he can’t stand their poor dietary choices, so he takes matters into his own hands instead. For whatever reason, their habits of eating instant ramen six nights a week never truly left them even after UA. Whatever Bakugou is making, it smells delirious, you feel yourself getting high just from smelling it—

“Oh my god bitch I haven’t seen you in so long!” So long as in two weeks. Just how she is anyway. You usually return her energy, but it’s been a busy day, so you just respond with a tired nod and hooded eyes before allowing yourself to be dragged towards the couches, but being weary doesn’t make you any less alert so you don’t miss the (worried) glance Katsuki sends you.

You guys are a weird, weird group. You’ve known Bakugou since he was a scrawny little kid at the sandbox, and for a long time you went on play dates together while your mothers sipped on expensive teas and gossiped about the neighbourhood drama, but when Katsuki started acting more violent and aggressive towards Izuku, you had stopped talking to him after numerous failed attempts of telling him to stop. He’d reply with ‘You don’t get to tell me what to do!’ or maybe ‘If you loved stupid Deku so much go play with him instead!’, his crimson orbs didn’t look familiar when he spat those ugly words at you.

You were sad, of course. Your mother was your saving grace because she told you you’d be moving a few streets away and attending a different school just three weeks later.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, whatever that meant for two seven year olds, but despite his absence from your life, his grip on you never loosened, his influence was as present as ever, and you found yourself longing to become a hero by the age of thirteen, your parents began to lecture you, and you were no longer the sweet nine year old toddler who listened to every word spoken by your dear father, but instead you rebelled— you filled out the high school application form yourself without consulting your parents, you put down your own phone number when your homeroom teacher requested to call your mother to make sure your school choices are final.

Even with Bakugou off of your mind, you two still had uncanny similarities that Izuku never unsaw. You didn’t make it into UA, but two years after the USJ event, you started studying at Shiketsu.

You grew to be a wonderful teenager and soon, a preadolescent. You kept seeing Bakugou on the television, for the first few times you hated it, but you grew to accept that— you’ll have to share the same neighbourhood anyway.

That became true during your final year in Shiketsu, where you went to Miruko for your internship, you ran into Bakugou, the sidekick, there.

It took some reconciliation, sure. Months and months were spent biting at each other’s necks, never backing down from fights and bickers, but you were quickly adopted into their group despite being two years younger when Mina relaid the things she heard you call Bakugou to the rest of her friends (“Is Mitsuki doing well? Can’t be that well if she still has you as a son,” “You should text her yourself, maybe she’ll give you some skincare advice too.”)

Two shitty movies later, Denki and Sero have their arms around each other’s shoulders as they bump their way out the door and down the hallway, Kirishima is holding Mina’s heels while she herself is smothering you with kisses and telling you to get home safe, you would have texted her about it if you weren’t in the bad state that you are in now. They don’t say anything about you staying, you’re always the one to stay to help with clean-up at every meet-up anyway. But, this time, you think that maybe you should’ve left with them too, the air is awfully thick with tension, and you don’t know why—

“Fuck’s sakes eyebrows, just spit it out, we both know you have something to say.” Katsuki mumbles quite softly, but the way he aggressively picks up beer cans negates the gentleness he was trying to convey.

“‘m just tired. ‘s been a hefty week.”

You know it’s a blatant lie, even he knows it’s false. But he doesn’t call you out on your shit, not yet anyway. Instead, he decides to bribe you to save your ego.

He wraps up the cleaning process at lightning speed before bolting towards the kitchen. And just with the ingredients he’s pulled out, you know he’s making you your favourite soup.

(You ignore the feeling that infests your heart just by knowing he’s kept the necessary ingredients for your favourite soup in his fridge.)

The way he handles the knife, the food, the pot, even with the way he shuffles across the kitchen, grabbing the seasoning he knows you like, it’s all way too meticulous. It’s his territory, arguably more so than the battlefield. You sit at your usual spot, the left corner of the kitchen island to watch him cook, your spot. He hands you the mug, your favourite way to drink his soup, your favourite mug, and your own dedicated spoon. It’s all too meticulous, he leans against the countertop, drinking you in while you drink the soup he made. You look tired, more exhausted than usual, even more strenuous than the time you did 7 social events back to back.

He knows something’s wrong, he’s just waiting for you to tell him, like how you always do. And even you know you’ll tell him eventually. So you save both you and him some precious time and sleeping hours by spitting it out now.

“My parents have been giving me shit again, I thought that after they laid off a bit meant that they have finally come to terms with my work as a hero. Surprise surprise, they haven’t.”

The nonchalant look on your face, the would-be furrow between your brows, the would-be tears in your eyes, he already sees them. He inhales deeply, all the way down to the last crevice of his lungs, resting his eyes for a split second before realising just how sleepy he is, but he’ll always have time for you, so he doesn’t mention it.

He waits a bit more, and you’re confused at first, until you realise that he’s just waiting for you to finish the soup. So you do so hurriedly, and let him drag you to his bed. You flop onto it unceremoniously and certainly without much grace. He sighs, not having the heart to force you into cleaner pyjamas, he's just going to have to clean those sheets for the second time this week. He rolls onto the bed himself, he doesn’t touch you, not like he ever has, but he just lets you know he’s there, with his pillow, his blanket; it’s his cologne that floods the bed, it’s his apartment that you’re in, but you kind of knew, that he’s here, for you. Always your respite, always your safe haven.