#Katsuki MHA

[goldessia]

katsuki bakugo loves his little four-eyed girlfriend.

he finds her glasses utterly adorable; just making her already cute face even cuter.

and he loves seeing those glasses fall down your face when he fucks you.

he loves seeing those glasses fog up when he fucks your throat and forces you to breathe through your nose — hence the fogging.

and he loves when you complain that you’d be buying your fifth pair because of them breaking during combat.

[awkwardbakugou]

so gorgeous so beautiful

[gillotto]

BKDK Hunger Games AU (3)

(sorry about this one)

[aira-writes]

Love Language

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: curses

characters are in college

♡Bakugou's love language is physical touch

♡You guys don't often see each other at school because you're from different departments.

♡ Going on dates and hanging out happens rarely too when you're both swamped with schoolworks.

♡ So as much as you don't like it, the only mini-dates you'd have with each other is binge-watching movies on weekends.

♡ On most days, he'll visit your dorm room after his classes for the day are over

♡ Bakugou would softly knock on your door with his school uniform on and bag loosely hanging on his left shoulder

♡ His ears would perk up when he'll hear your footsteps nearing the door

♡ You'd open the door and the exhausted look on his face would be replaced by a small smile as he'd see your pretty face and extended arms-- asking for a hug

♡ As corny as it seems—but all his exhaustion would be thrown out the window when you'd envelope him in a tight hug and your sweet familiar colgne would invade his nostrils

♡ “Imissedyou, baby.” He'd mumble in a soft whisper and you'd kiss his nose mumbling a “Missedyoutoo, `suki.” as you ushered him inside

♡ From his frequent visits to your room, almost half of his clothes are there too. Some of those are which you stole tho.

♡ He'd take a bath and change into his pajamas as you'd prepare dinner for the two of you.

♡ When all the chores are done and you both are full from eating, Bakugou always looks forward to being spooned by you in bed

♡ His arms encircled protectively around your waist, face buried into your neck—inhaling your scent, and eyes closed as he let the feeling of your warmth and head massages take him to a deep slumber.

♡ On small occasions, Bakugou would have these nightmares and instead of waking up—he'd grumble and whine in his sleep

♡ Since you're a light sleeper, you'd be awaken from this and would see your boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed and muttering words in his sleep

♡ You'd immediately assume he's having a nightmare from the fact that he seems like he's out of breath in his sleep and sweating like crazy

♡ You'd run your hands through his hair and place your palm on top of his cheek—whispering “am here Katsu.”—to calm him down without the need to wake him up

♡If that still doesn't work, you'd press your face onto his chest and it would immediately slow his heartbeat

♡ Him feeling your warmth would immediately soothe him and pull him out from his nightmare

♡ Without opening his eyes, he'd hold you tighter to his chest, glad that he has you by his side

♡ Your love language is acts of service

♡ You're never the type to ask for anyone's help when you're working on a task

♡ May it be a task you can easily handle or a one that you can't—you still won't ask for help because you've become accustomed to being independent and not relying on anyone but yourself

♡ But the fact that Bakugou would always go out of his way to help you on your tasks always doesn't fail to give you butterflies in the stomach

♡ Or when Bakugou would be willing to help you even when it meant sacrificing his time or his own comfort for your sake

♡ Your boyfriend is such a grandpa and always sleeps early as much as possible so he can get the beauty sleep he needs—your words not his

♡ And being the grandpa that he is, he also has preferences when it comes to his sleeping routine

♡ he likes it dark since the bright lights prohibits him from getting a good night's sleep

♡ But since he decided to sleep on your dorm and accompany you during your exam week—he had to get used to the fact that you'd be reviewing all night and all the lights would be turned on

♡ so poor Suki had bag under his eyes and was sleepy the next morning

♡ "sorry." you mumbled out as you guiltily bit your bottom lip, placing the three stacks of pancakes on your boyfriend's plate

♡ he yawned and cutely rubbed his eyes. “'bout what?”

♡ "the lights kept you up didn't you?"

♡ "it's fine, dumbass." he playfully flicked your forehead and reprimanded you for even thinking that, stuffiny his face with the breakfast you made.

♡ you're well aware of the fact that Bakugou is really an impatient one and does not like waiting too long

♡ but when it comes to you?

♡ since your department has this small ball that will be held next week—you needed an outfit

♡ the theme was superheroes and you knew you could never whip up something last minute with that theme

♡ you were on your way to the mall today and had just finished getting ready

♡ you just left the bathroom and was rummaging through your bag for your phone

♡ "time to go?" you jumped and almost dropped your keys when your boyfriend popped up out of nowhere and snaked his arms onto your waist

♡ You were going to the mall. But you didn't tell Katsuki to come since you know he'll just get bored there.

♡ "I'm coming to the mall with you, babe." he answered seeing you were confused

♡ You stared at your boyfriend like he just grown a third head. "don't you hate sho—"

♡ " Wanna see your try your fits. Now let's go."

♡ you didn't even had time to say no since he already ushered you out and before you knew it you were at the mall

♡ you know deep down that Katsuki really HATED waiting

♡ but to see him here at the mall with you?

♡ carrying all the bags of clothes you bought—in both of his hands, some hanging on his arms?

♡ plus the fact that he's not even complaining and would just patiently follow you and wait for you to finish roaming around—makes you giddy inside

♡ another one of Bakugou's love language is words of affirmation

♡ it's not a surprise that Bakugou likes to be praised especially since he can back up all that boastfulness with his skills

♡ but the only words that matter to him the most—are yours

♡ Bakugou never opens up about his struggles, problems, or things that are troubling him

♡ he's just not the type to sit and talk about how his day went or rant about stuff that made him mad

♡ but knowing Katsuki and him being your boyfriend for God know's how long, you already figured out how his mind works

♡ Katsuki is really not that verbal but you can always see through his facade, either when he's having a bad day, tired, just wanna rest, just want some cuddles, or just want some words that would make him feel better

♡ instead of grilling him on what was bothering him, you always know what to say and would always knew what to say that would def raise his mood in a snap

♡ Bakugou is a fast learner. He really has no trouble learning a thing since he's naturally skilled

♡ But for once, he really struggled learning basketball since he really wasn't a sporty guy and has never dribbled a ball since he was little

♡ you both were in the school gym and Katsuki had an unpaintable look on as he glared at the ring that was a a few feet away from him

♡ The funny thing was—he already learned how to do the different kinds of dribbles, passes, and shooting techniques in one go after spending a good amount of time practice

♡ The one thing he's complaining about right now is that he can't shoot the ball half court

♡ It's funny `cause it took you months and continuous practice to learn the things he learned in one look and he's still mad about not being able to shoot the ball in half court

♡ HALF COURT?!

♡ You were hiding your giggles since you find the situation funny and your boyfriend cute

♡ But to see him frustrated made you feel a bit sad for him

♡ “It's fine baby! You can do it!” your cheer echoed throughout the gym since it was only the two of you there

♡ and him hearing your cheer made his eyebrows furrowed less

♡ Katsuki gripped the ball tighter, took a deep breath and glared at the ring one last time before he took the shot

♡ and it went in

♡ you watched your boyfriend as he watched the ball bounce away looking like he couldn't believe that he actually made the shot

♡ Then he turned to look at you with this biggest adorable grin he could muster. “It went in, baby! Did you see that went in?!”

♡ you nodded and grinned at his smiling face and him looking so proud of himself made you fall in love with him all over again

♡ Another one of your love language is quality time

♡ Due to the hectic schedule in school and non-stop schoolworks, it's almost a miracle you'd see your boyfriend thrice a week.

♡ Bakugou knows that you miss him badly and so does he

♡ so the thing he does is to make sure you'd both get the quality time you need

♡ you're studying up for a quiz?

♡ your boyfriend would knock on your door, carrying a box of pizza in his hand and a bunch of comfort food in his other hand

♡ he'd help you study—even scold you for not eating, and would give you massages to get those knots off your shoulders from sitting and slouching too long

♡ "twangchu forda fwood, Tsuki." You'd say—mouth full with the food he brought and with sauce on the side of your lip

♡ Bagukou would chuckle in amusement and would wipe the sauce off your lip, not with his hand tho :>

♡ “Katsu!”

♡ he'd chuckle some more upon seeing your tomato flushed cheeks

♡ Due to the influence of your boyfriend's friends—Kami and Kiri they're more your friends now than his—you got interested into playing codm

♡ Bakugou also had to learn to play the game so he'd have more time to keep you to himself since Kami and Kiri would visit sometimes and would steal you. Jelly Katsu y'all

♡ As mentioned earlier the only mini dates you both have are when you're both binge watching a series on netflix

♡ With the cramp increasingly shooting its way down onto his leg the longer the time passes—he'd still not move just to make sure he won't accidentally wake you up

♡ It was already halfway of the movie when you started dozing off so he had you lay your head onto the pillow on his lap

♡ You looked so adorable

♡ some of hair sticking in all directions, your mouth slightly agape, a dribble of saliva on the side of the your cheek, your soft snores, and this red mark of your forearm on your forehead since you just changed position

♡ cute. He thought and chuckled

♡ but when you showed signs of waking up since his chuckle made the pillow you were laying on—shake a bit—He stopped chuckling and hummed a tune in hopes of you not waking up

♡ “Katsuki—mine—back off.. ” you whined in your sleep, your brows furrowed

♡ he smiled and stopped himself from chuckling. “Iloveyousomuch, dumbass.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and smiled at you lovingly, ignoring the increasing cramps he's feeling on his leg.

A/n: AaAaaAa it's been so long since i last posted! I miss writing and wasn't able to write since I was so busy with school and all. Hope you guys like this one! Sorry for the typos since this is not proofread.

Plagiarism is a crime

©aira-writes 2023

[fluoneia]

katsuki bakugo would never ever consider the idea of you taking control in bed. he liked being in control. he liked pinning you down, making a mess of you. and the idea of you trying the same on him almost made him angry.

yet, here he sat. tied up with rope, completely nude, and an annoyed glare on his face. you giggle at him. and anger flares in his stomach.

“the fuck are you laughing at?” he glared, a flush of embarrassment flaring over his face.

“oh, nothing..” you drag, “you just look so cute, katsuki.”

and katsuki nearly damn growls in frustration. “i’m not cute. fuck off.”

“but you are, baby.” you taunt, crawling along the bed, throwing your leg over his lap. he hissed, feeling the weight of your body against his achingly hard cock, hips pressing up into your clothed pussy.

you grin, gently rolling your hips up and down his red length, hands gliding up the skin of his chest, and gently placing in the crook of his neck.

you laugh as his hands yank against the rope, eyes still flared with anger, yet, staring up at your gorgeous face, struck with love besides all else.

he inhaled a hitched breath, head pressing back into the pillow. he opens his mouth to speak, but he can’t find the embarrassing words to ask you to stop teasing him. to do it already, to let his cock feel the smooth, hot insides of your core.

but he doesn’t. because he values his pride, and you would never catch him begging for anything, much less pussy.

… let’s just say, it didn’t take long for him to take that back.

@fluoneia 11:08pm .★. long ver. coming soon

[4alley2kat0]

“This is all your fault!” He says after refusing basic medical attention because it cost to much

Honestly I’m sure he just runs in past him like an outside cat

[dyeher]

flowers as our witness| mha

Includes: kastuki bakugo x fem! reader Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, praise, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, praise, soft sex. Summary: first time sex with katsuki bakugo and you’re not sure if he’s being gentle for you or himself. Notes: inspired by Howl’s moving castle theme ‘merry go round of life’ by the god mc.

Katsuki makes love to you for the first time on a feather soft blanket under an orange splattered canvas of a sky. There are pinks and purples in the background and the blue skies have darkened with the receding light. Half of the sun has already disappeared into the horizon and the evening warmth is being chased by the gentlest of breeze.

It’s a slow, sloppy affair.

Katsuki devours your mouth in a mind melting kiss that turns your legs to jelly. You don’t know how he does it but as he guides you to your back on the blanket he manages to shove the remnants of your picnic off.

He consumes you; his kiss is a branding, a claiming, a fierce reminder that you are his. And as he settles between your thighs and parts his lips for your eager tongue it’s also a reminder that he is yours. With every grunt and moan and breathy sound you draw from him you’re reminded—in the recess of your mind��that you are his equal and this—your relationship—is a precarious balance of wills.

When he eases himself to his elbow so you’re pressed chest to chest, and there is so little space between your bodies that even your breaths mingle when you pull away, he smiles at you. If everything in the world were perfect then Katsuki Bakugou smiling probably wouldn’t be such a monumental event to you but, it is and you’re struck dumb—dumber actually because you’ve already been dumbed down to your baser instincts, reduced to a walking libido by one kiss—by how beautiful he is.

The waning sun casts his blonde hair in a golden halo that frames desire softened features. Even with his rough edges he’s beautiful but with the edge gone and his body at ease—a Katsuki only few have the pleasure of knowing—his beauty is almost painful. Eyes that have darkened to madder scan your face and lips—kiss swollen and soft—part enough to flash you his teeth in another, shorter smile.

If everything in the world were as breathtaking as Katsuki Bakugou’s smile, maybe there would be world peace. Alas, his smile is just as rare as world peace and when he gifts you with the bright, lopsided grin your heart does something scarily close to a backflip.

Your eyes shut as he peppers kisses across your cheekbones, soft and fleeting like the breeze. He ducks to your neck and rains those kisses along your collarbone and then lifts his head enough to press one on the top of your nose.

“You look beautiful in this light,” he mentions, almost offhandedly like it’s expected. “You look beautiful in every light,” he continues, not an ounce of surprise in his tone. Only reverence, only satisfaction, like he knew it was possible and now that it’s confirmed he’s glad he didn’t doubt himself.

His kisses get firmer. The fingers of one hand slipping between the strap of your dress and your shoulder and tugging it from your body. His lips follow the line of your shoulder to where the strap hangs loosely at your elbow before he moves his mouth to the breast he’s just exposed. He hums around the peaked bud, shifting when you prop yourself up on your elbows to admire him. His eyes are closed as he relaxes the weight of his body against you and tugs your other breast free of the dress. Warm fingers massage your nipple lazily, rolling it along the calluses on his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches, shoving your breast deeper into his mouth.

Your head falls back a grateful gasp leaving you as he switches his mouth to award your other breast the same attention. His name is a quiet plea on your lips as he pulls himself onto his knees to free himself of his shirt. You don’t have long to admire the hard planes of his abs or even the defined cut of his broad shoulders before he’s slipping further down on the blankets to bend your knees how he likes. And then he’s kissing the inside of one knee that he keeps in his hold before guiding that leg over his shoulder and turning to the other knee. By the time he’s reached the apex of your thighs you’re shaking in anticipation. 

“Is this alright?” he asks, fingers running along the clothed pussy. “Can I touch you here?”

You nod mutely, and gasp when he kisses at the dampened material before hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging on them. You lift your hips immediately, wiggling them as he drags them down your thighs. He leaves them tangled around your ankles, tangled in your shoes. 

The first slide of his tongue through your folds has your eyes widening and your lips parting in surprise at the arousal that explodes in your stomach. Goosebumps erupt along your arms, pebbling your nipples further in the cool afternoon air. He does it again and you’re sure your heart constricts. For a moment your scattered brain cells band together long enough that you wonder if you’re having a stroke. But then he wraps his lips around your clit and hums and all thoughts of medical issues go up in smoke as all your nerve endings fire. 

Katsuki eats your pussy like it’s a delicacy. Humming his approval with every gush of your slick he draws out of you. Lapping at your folds like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Grinding his hips into the blanket under him as though just having you spread like this for his tongue makes him hard enough that he can’t bear it.

When you cum it’s with your fingers tangled in his hair as you drag him as close to you as you can manage. You think, as your body sags into the blanket that he’s done but even as he climbs your body, kissing your thighs and stomach and chest and stopping to suck each nipple into your mouth his fingers skim the inside of your thighs until they’re bumping into your sensitive clit.

He kisses you softly as he drags his fingers along your slit. You try to squirm away.

“Behave,” he growls into your mouth and you still, something about his tone has your pussy clenching embarrassingly. Your heart thuds when he makes a lazy loop of his fingers around your clit. “Good girl,” he coos, voice rough. Suddenly your mind has spiraled into a place of being called a good girl and told to behave and begging Katsuki for your orgasms or to touch you, begging him to make you feel good. 

You moan when he slips two fingers into you, distracting you from this new place he’s unlocked. Coaxing your walls apart with each experimental twist and curve of his them along your walls. Until he brushes against your g spot. You kiss him harder, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you buck into his hand. He chuckles at your frantic actions, one hand wrapped around your waist as his other hand works the spot inside of you.

You mewl when he pulls back to kiss the side of your forehead. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he instructs near your ear. “Go on,” he urges. “Make a mess.”

And you do, gushing onto his fingers, embarrassing whimpers leave you. In your post orgasm haze you can barely help him as he rids you of your dress and untangles your legs from your panties so he can pull your shoes off. They’re discarded along with his own clothes somewhere and then he’s kissing you again.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Soft kisses litter your brow. You jolt as the head of his cock nudges your clit. You glance down between your bodies, gulping at the heavy cock bobbing between his legs. The head is flushed an angry shade of red as it leaks down the shaft. Thick and long and perfect and the biggest cock that you have ever had anywhere near your poor pussy. You huff in annoyance when your hips lift to press your entrance against him and he pulls out of reach. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please, please-” 

You’re interrupted by his lips as he wraps you in his arms until not even oxygen particles can fit between your bodies and kisses you until black dots swim in your vision.

When he squeezes the head of his cock into your pussy your consciousness splinters into a million tiny pieces. They scatter across the meadow with the sounds of your high moans, your whimpered ‘yes’ on repeat as he thrusts. Deep and slow, each stroke drags his cock along a part of your body that has you seeing stars. Or maybe it’s the fact that the sun has set and the moon is just high enough that it illuminates the length of Katsuki’s back as he folds his big body over you. Or perhaps those are the actual stars above you.

“Fuck,” Katsuki rasps. His voice thick with the struggle of keeping his thrusts controlled. “So, fucking tight.” The words are muffled into your neck, breathed against your skin. You can barely respond as the control slips enough for his pace to quicken. The sudden slapping of his thighs against your ass chokes you. Leaves you breathless and giddy and now you’re positive that these stars are definitely in the sky above you because you feel as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

“Love you so much,” Katsuki slurs. His words follow a particularly artful roll of his hips that grinds his pelvis into your sensitive clit. They send you catapulting over the edge. Your orgasm surprises you both, forcing Katsuki’s thrusts to a crawl as he fucks you through it. He pulls back enough to readjust you. Guiding your thighs up and back and propping your legs on his shoulders.

“Oh- Kats-” your words cut abruptly when he folds himself back into position and kisses you. A frantic, messy kiss. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as his hips hammer into yours. This position has him reaching deep enough that you can feel the light bumping of the head of his cock against the entrance to your cervix. His thrusts are sloppy now, he chases orgasm with abandon and you watch, enraptured, lost enough to your own pleasure that you pay it no mind, as his eyes close, his lips part on every groan, every curse of your name as your pussy squeezes him.

“I’m gonna-” he groans, dropping his weight onto your legs entirely and squashing you closer to him, “-cum.” 

“Cum for me,” you slur. “Cum- please Kat- yes, yes, thank you-” your words devolve into a mindless babble as he cums in you. His forehead falling to yours, his muscles trembling under your fingers. He gives a few weak thrusts before he stills and then his muscles go lax.

Much later after he licks your pussy clean and marvels at how pretty you look leaking his cum, he helps you redress but stuffs your panties into the picnic basket. He tells you it’s a souvenir. Something to remind him of this night. You rest with your back against his chest as your sunset picnic turns into a stargazing date with a bottle of criminally expensive wine and grapes that he feeds you while he points out as many constellations that he can recognize. 

“Thank you,” you whisper into the night while he helps you back everything away. 

He pauses, squints at your soft smile and the way you nervously fidget with the hem of your dress. “You’re welcome,” he grunts.

“We should do this again,” you continue.

Katsuki chuckles, “The sex or sneaking onto private property?”

You frown. “Both.”

He picks up the basket and reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his body. “Sure, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

He gives you a searing kiss before he drags you after him. The flowers sway with your movements and you try your hardest not to step on any of them, not even the ones that are wilting. They’re beautiful even dying and you owe them your respect because they’ve just seen you ass naked, it’s the least you can do after potentially traumatizing them.

author's note: hello, soft katsuki with a side of fries.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Things are out of whack. So I'm writing ☺(smol-ey = smol smiley). This song has been on 100% repeat for the last several hours of my life and heavily inspired what is below. This is only Part I and I don't know how many there will be. But I've taken quite a few notes on it. I would just say be ready for more.

SFW ::: C/W ::: A-n-g-s-t & language. (aged up) ProHero!Katsuki x F!reader, things didn't turn out like either of them thought and they're doing their best to move on. But can they? Do they really even want to?

WC ::: Just under 700

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

He called you at 8:04 that morning. And while you didn't answer, you did do him the courtesy of listening to his voicemail.

Katsuki's voice was gruff and rough around all of the edges. He didn't like that you probably looked at the phone when it began to ring and you either flipped it over or pushed the volume button to silence the ringtone that you two had so sweetly picked out together when you first got together 3 1/2 years ago.

The sound took you back to that time when everything was new and fun and so simple that you thought it would be like that forever. But you were harshly reminded that if things don't change, they will most likely die. It would take a miracle to figure out where, along the way, did you both change so much that you couldn't live together anymore.

"Oi, I know you're sitting there looking at your phone, listening to that fuckin' stupid little song we picked out on our 11th date. Yeah, course I remember. Anyway, uh, whatever. I mean, you needa come by and get the rest of your stuff outta here. I -” You heard a muffled sound as he tucked the phone away and yelled at someone. “- hold the fuck on, can you not see that I'm on the fuckin' phone? Jesus. Uh, um, oh. Get the rest of your shi- uh, stuff today. P-please. I'm off today and won't be home between 9 this morning to about 6 or 7 tomorrow morning. That should give you more than enough time to get everything. Ok? O-ok. Leave your ... key, too, I s'pose. Well, that's it. I lo- fuck! Bye, y/n."

The tears welled up in your eyes like they had everyday this week. As soon as you opened them to take in the empty space around you, in your bed, your bleak little apartment was a fucking joke compared to the place you two once lived together. And while you're the one who, for all intents and purposes, asked for this, you couldn't lie to yourself any longer: You did not want to be without him.

You did not want to be away from the man you loved with every cell of your stupid body. Every breath. Every heartbeat was the beating of a drum sounding out his praise. Every smile and every flutter of your eyelashes was because of him. God, you miss him.

But to just leave it at this? To let go completely? That would be an admission that it's how things will be from here on out. And you're just not ready for that to be your final answer.

Texting him back, in response to his call, you said as little as you could, still getting the point across. "Yeah, thanks for the heads-up. I'll take care of everything and leave my key on the kitchen counter by the coffee maker." You choked back a sob as you thought about all the times he set up the coffee the night before and climbed into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling his face into your neck and telling you that he made it extra strong, just how you like it. And that he picked up your favorite creamer flavor - it was 2 for $7, so obviously he got you 2 of them because it would be fuckin' stupid not to. 

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to walk. It hurts to be awake. You have all day and all night to get over there and clear out whatever is left of your lives together. To leave the one thing behind that could get you to him at any moment in time. 

So, you threw on a pair of his old sweats, an old favorite shirt of his, and a hoodie with his Pro Hero name on it. Fixed your face. Put your hair back. Grabbed your purse and headed to your favorite coffee place to get something to appease this godforsaken headache you had brewing in the core of your brain and drove to his place.

You drove home. 

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel

[riverpancakes]

Katsuki Bakugou, holding newborn Takumi: He's beautiful...

Doctor: We're gonna have to give him some shots.

Katsuki: Oh hell yeah, pour up. It's his fucking birthday.

[readerg1rl]

IM SORRY?!?!! we NEED more bakugou with earrings!!!!

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Happy (last minute) birthday Bakugo!

Y’all get a smiley boi bc I said so-

:)

(Technically I’m not to late, because of ✨TiMeZoNeS✨ but even then I’m kinda pushing it bc it’s almost midnight-)

This took me like 2hrs because I wasn’t being lazy and I was rushing to get this finished before midnight so it was done for his birthday.

I have no idea what the backgrounds goal is, but it’s there, and it doesn’t look toooo bad…

[goldessia]

RUINED REPUTATION — k. bkg x assistant reader

sum. katsuki bakugo is the #1 professional hero. because of this, he built an agency, and wound up hiring an assistant to help him with publicity and to do majority of his paperwork for him... something he didn’t expect was for that assistant to be so damn attractive.

warnings. smut, mdni! power imbalance (implied), slight degration, risky / quickie, scandal, sort of slowburn, reader had a small quirk (can manipulate small doses of water), intoxication, smut in later parts.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (wip)

a/n. ty to @cafekitsune for the borders / dividers!

“YOU do know the risks, right?” my room-mate, mina, says, “i mean, i went to school with bakugo. he’s not a very.. nice person, and publicly placing yourself as his assistant could make you a target.”

i nod. “i know that.” i say, stuffing some things into my purse, “but i need this job. i love you, mina, but right now we kind of need the extra income. we’re not getting much with your job.”

she groans in frustration, “i know! but, all the villains lately just aren’t compatible with my quirk, so i’ve been leaving it to the others..” she sighs, rubbing her face.

“yeah, i know.” i say, slinging my purse over my shoulder, “it’ll just be temporary until you get back on your roll.”

“more like temporary because dynamight’ll kill you before that.” she snorts.

picking up my keys, i scoff, “i’m sure he’s not that bad. maybe he’s just a stressed out person!”

“sure. just come home in one piece, alright?” she chuckles, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

i roll my eyes and step out the door, finding my car and opening my phone for the directions to the agency.

the agency was easy enough to find — right in the middle of town with a sign in bright, orange colours: “the dynamight agency”.

i guess when you’re the #1 hero you don’t have to be scared to be found. in fact, looking at the giant building, i suspect he wants to be found; to be challenged, and to show them why he has the title of number one hero.

..and i also suspect this guy needs a serious ego check.

but i couldn’t lie and say i didn’t feel nervous. anxiety rushed through me, daring to glue me to this spot and not enter the building.

despite this, i walk through the front doors accidentally pushing a pull door and make my way to the front-desk where a pretty woman sits with two body guards beside her.

“hi,” i whisper, “i’m uh, here for the interview.. for the assistant?”

“oh! yes, you’re right on time.” she smiles, clicking a few buttons on her keyboard, “you’ll have to take the elevator up to the fiftieth floor, and in room A3.

“you’ll find a few of dynamight’s personnel as well as himself. he insisted on being there.. considering if you’re accepted you’ll be seeing a lot of eachother for a long while.”

my heart skips a beat.

“dynamight’s.. gonna be there?” i say, my eyes widening.

the lady hums, nodding her head like it was something normal to sit and have a talk with the number one hero.

i gulp, but mutter a, “thank you,” walking toward the elevators while clutching my purse with clammy hands.

pressing the button to the fiftieth floor, i feel anxiety rush through me. who was i thinking, applying for this job? i can’t handle being the assistant to dynamight!

i groaned, slapping my forehead as the reality finally set in.

i should’ve just listened to mina, and applied for some desk job or something. i figured, why not go above and beyond?

i’m so stupid!

ding!

the elevator doors open, and about a gazillion people rush into the elevator muttering nonsense to eachother or into their phones. majority held a briefcase — some are just holding loose papers, clutching onto them like their life depends on it.

i’m suddenly pushed to the back, and i try to mutter a few “excuse me”s, but to no avail — none of them could hear me, too zoned out in their own realities to care.

i was trapped.

suddenly i hear an explosion. a minor one, but undeniable.

my heart skips out of my chest. was there a villian? i’m in an elevator with fifteen people! i’m so dead. what was i thinking?!

“WHERE IS THAT DAMN ASSISTANT?” a voice screams, becoming louder by the second. “she’s late!”

“i’m sorry, dynamight, but it’s only been two minut-“

“SHUT UP! i didn’t ask you.” dynamight’s voice is now clearly in-front of us.

and then, i see him.

he’s tall, menacing — still in his hero costume that i recognize seeing on television when i was a teenager, just a little changed up.

the look on his face was undeniable. red, hot anger spilled from his aura as his eyes scanned the group of frightened workers, all frozen in place and have halted their calls and conversations.

i feel myself freeze when his eyes glaze over me, before halting. his eyes narrow, before he lifts a hand and points.

“you.” he says. “‘cmere, will ya?”

everyone’s eyes flick to me. i gulp, before nodding and slowly trying to make my way through the crowd.

“well, move out her damn way then!” dynamight hisses, and suddenly i see a path in front of me where there used to be people.

i take a deep breath, and with newfound confidence i walk forward, never breaking my eyes from his as i find myself beside him.

he snorts.

turning on his heel, he begins walking. hesitantly, i start walking beside him. he gives me a quick glare, expecting me to dip behind him but i don’t.

like i said before: he needs an ego check, and this is it.

he scoffs. “so, you’re my new assistant, or whatever?” he says, looking ahead again.

“well, i haven’t done the interview yet. so, maybe?” i say, masking my nervousness by remaining cold still except for my legs that are struggling to keep up with the hero’s pace.

he tuts. “fuck that. you’re hired, from here on out.”

then, he stops. he stands in-front of me, and it suddenly hits me how much taller he is, as he towers over me quite easily.

“which means you’ll do as i say when i say it. you work seven days a week, doing all my boring work i don’t want to do. got it?”

“seven?” my brows furrowed, “the agency said five—“

“yeah, well i say seven.” he spits, before pushing open a door. “this is your office. i’m across the hall.

“you’ll come when i call you. you’ll be dealing with all of my publicity shit as well.”

i shift on my feet. “yes, uh… sir?” i test, cringing at my own words.

his brows furrow, and his chin tips up. “good.” he says, before turning on his heel, “my manager will send you a list of things to do. get working on it.”

with that, he walks away.

my first interaction with my new boss, dynamight, couldn’t have gone any worse.

after the first few weeks, i was spent. i’d never run around so much and dealt with such work since my first year in college.

after a long day in the office, dealing with one of dynamight’s scandals—he had hooked up with another pro hero—i finally was able to go home. it was 5:30, which meant i was already in overtime.

packing up my stuff, i push open the glass door that is my office. music played through my earphones, just a simple playlist that consisted of my favourite songs i grew up on.

“y/n.”

i hum along to the tune, scrolling on my phone as i walked toward the elevator.

“y/n?”

a notification popped up; mina had texted me asking to swing by a grocery store to pick up something for dinner.

as i begun typing a reply, i was quickly stopped when i felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and turn me around.

my heart stops in my chest as dynamight glares over me, before ripping out my earphone and scoffing.

“i called you fifty times. next time, you’ll listen, alright?” he spits.

“you were— huh?” my brows furrow.

“fuck, are you deaf, or something?!” he stops himself, rubbing his eyes before inhaling a deep breath, “a word. in my office.”

he starts walking to his office, before i speak. “sir, i— i’m already in overtime as it is. respectfully, with your recent.. scandal, i haven’t gotten much time to rest. this is my one time to.”

his steps slowly halt. he turns, glaring with those ruby eyes straight into my soul.

“in my office, y/n. now.” he seethes, “the amount of rest you get isn’t my concern.”

maybe i would’ve gotten more rest if you learned to just keep it in your pants, i think but i do not say.

“you got a problem with my orders?” he stares, testing me, trying to provoke me.

i stare back. with a sharp inhale, i mutter a—“no, sir.” while beginning on my already aching feet.

i hear another notification on my phone.

mina

girl, where are you!! foods gonna get cold

taking a quick look to dynamight, i try to quickly type back.

me

i know, sorry, will be there shortly

mr. explosion murder is mad at me 😬

mina

oh damn

praying 4 u girl

“texting your boyfriend?” dynamight scoffs, to which i quickly put my phone away.

“oh uh— no, sir.” i clear my throat.

he looks ahead and murmurs a, “good.”

“what?”

he opens the door to his office with such force i jump, the door nearly grazing my nose. he stands in-front of it, gesturing for me to enter.

when he does, he closes the door behind him.

i try to mask my nervousness, but it’s nearly impossible—who wouldn’t be nervous to be alone in a room with dynamight?

“what’d you want to talk to me about, sir?” i ask, fixing the glasses on my nose— just a small prescription, mostly for looks since i thought they were cute.

he stalks toward the chair tucked neatly into the desk in the middle of the room. sitting on it, he gestures for me to sit as well.

hesitantly, i do, folding my hands neatly in my lap.

“the board wanted me to discuss something with you,” dynamight states, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands on his open thighs.

oh gods. what is so big that the board wanted dynamight himself to talk to me alone about? was i being fired? was my work not good enough? was —

“your clothing.” he states, “you need to dress more formally.” he looks me over, eyes gesturing to the jeans and tank-top i had on.

i blink. “you.. you pulled me in here just to talk about what i wear?”

he runs a hand over his chin, inhaling. he has a slight stubble along his jaw and neck; the result of overworking himself the past few days.

lately, i’ve noticed a spike in his working hours, working longer than he usually does and longer than he needs to.

the biggest question is: why do i feel like i need to care for dynamight?

“not necessarily.” he states, leaning forward, “i’m going across tokyo for a mission. i want you to come with me.”

“what?” my brows furrow, “why?”

he sighs, “because.. i haven’t been out outside of work since my scandal, let alone talked to the press. i need you there to handle that shit for me so i can do my job.”

i ponder with his words, “..okay. well, i’d have to check with—“

“it’s not a question. it’s your job,” dynamight’s voice suddenly turns harsh, “we’re leaving tomorrow morning. i’ll pick you up by seven.”

“but you don’t know where i—“

“i know where you live.” he says, standing, peering me over when he sees i’m confused, “it’s in your work file.” he adds.

“oh. right.” i sigh in relief, thankful he wasn’t some stalker who found out where i lived by following me home.

wait, why would he even do that in the first place? whatever..

the door opens, and i turn to see dynamight standing irritably beside it. catching up on context clues, i grab my things and rush out the room.

that is, before i’m stopped by a hand on my shoulder. he leans closer, glaring ahead of him. i can feel the heat emitting from his hand, his body, and i freeze beneath his aura.

“and y/n?” he says, “if you’re going to wear that shirt.. wear a fucking bra next time.” he seethes.

practically pushing me out the room, i feel the door slam behind me.

i feel my face flush as i peer down to my shirt — i thought i could get away without wearing one today but i guess i was wrong.

fuck. how embarrassing was that?!

mina:

u alive?

me:

FML!!!

after i had gotten home, i told mina everything. needless to say, she was shocked — “seriously? travelling across the country with bakugo?”

“yeah. and for a week!”

“oh, you’re so done for.” she snorts, “i could barely handle a few hours with that kid back in highschool, let alone be with him all day long.”

i sigh, taking a sip of my water, placing it on the counter as i jump up to sit on it.

“he’s not.. that bad.” i cringe at my own words, “just a little misunderstood.”

“oh, please.”

“serious!” i cry, taking a bite of my donut, “i mean, he is an asshole, but working alongside him isn’t so bad.

“plus, majority of time he’ll just be ripping up some villains. all i get is some sweet vacation.” i shrug.

mina spares me a look, “are you sure you don’t have some sort of crush on him, or something?”

i gasp. a harsh blush finds my cheeks, and i want to crumble in on myself. “what? no!” my voice cracks as i am quick to defend myself.

she snorts. “you’re only ever like this when you have a crush!”

“am not.” i say, hiding my face from her.

“you’re blushinggg..” she teases, “you so have a crush on him!

groaning, i jump off the counter and make my way to the couch instead of the kitchen.

“don’t try and hide it!” mina calls from the kitchen. i roll my eyes and ignore her, flicking on the television.

the news was on.

the lady on the screen speaks, “number one hero, dynamight, was seen only two days ago with a top-ten hero. rumours have speculated about the two — are they dating, or was it just a fling? here’s what we think…”

i groan. another mention of this stupid scandal was gonna make my head explode.

the press didn’t know who it was he had slept with, but i did — it was double trouble, a hero with a doubled voice quirk that could control others bodies.

i always thought she was cool. standing at fourth place, she was a well known pro-hero in the area.

and also known to be happily married with two kids.

so why, on earth, did dynamight have to sleep with her? he had to be stupid to, she was pretty, but he really needed to get better with his publicity skills.

being the cause of an affair wasn’t getting better at it.

and if any information got out of it being double trouble, he’d not only have ruined his reputation but ruined double troubles life.

so, i spent the last week making sure every last bit of this scandal was wrapped up and sealed away. everything on the internet, security cameras, was wiped out of the world.

turning on one of my favourite shows, i set down my phone and get comfortable on the couch.

finally, i could relax.

and slowly, but surely, i fall into a slumber.

..

nearly an hour later, i hear a knock at the door. i groan, annoyed my sleep was disrupted and even more annoyed someone decided to knock on my door at midnight.

“can’t i just get one night of peace?” i mumble to myself as i push myself off the couch, fixing the tank-top strap on my shoulder.

walking to the door, i run a hand through my hair to attempt to tame the wild mess caused by sleep.

i open it, the door creaking as i did, peeking my head out the door. and…

i see no other thank katsuki bakugo, better known as dynamight.

he’s clutching the side of his torso, clutching the doorframe as he attempts to keep himself up.

he looks up, cheeks flushed, wearing casual wear — well, casual until you see the giant blood stain ruining his white tee shirt.

“i.. i didn’t know where else to go.”

[awkwardbakugou]

im broken all over again 🧡💥

[gillotto]

Chapter 4 of “bread & circuses”, my BKDK Hunger Games AU fic, is here!

Time for some interviews, some dramatic confessions, and finally…the Games begin!

[goldessia]

oh man am i down bad for this 2d character

THAT SMILE

[piedpip3rrr]

Thee kiddos