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[mypimpademia]

— [2:20 AM]

Bakugo x Black! Reader

TW: None

KATSUKI IS A BIT OF AN INSOMNIAC. It happened overtime, and he misses going to bed at 10 PM and sleeping like a log till 5 AM. Now, he pushed his bedtime back to the old man hour of 9 PM, just to give himself an extra 30 minutes to toss and turn before falling asleep. And another 30 minutes to compensate for the nightmares and subconsciously relived trauma that had him waking up breathless and sweaty.

On worse nights, he’d shoot up into an upright position, gasping for air as you frantically tried to calm him down while fighting off sleep.

“Kat, Katsuki,” you’d groan, putting a hand on his bare chest to ground him. “It’s okay, it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

Katsuki would lace his sweaty fingers through yours, both of you feeling out the rhythm of his heart while you guided him through deep breathing. Once he stopped shaking and was breathing properly, you’d pepper kisses on the sharp line of his jaw, and gently lay him back against the mattress.

On better nights, he’d catch himself before he disturbed your sleep. Inhaling sharply, eyes snapping open, and body tensing as he came to.

He always makes sure that you never wake up when he does, staying still for a minute or two, listening to your soft snores. Then, he untangles your limbs as carefully as he can, slipping out of bed and tucking you back in.

With nothing better to do after pacing your quiet, moonlit house for a few minutes, Katsuki decides he’s hungry. It’s not uncommon for him to make late night snacks, or meals rather, especially after abruptly waking up from his sleep for the nth time that week.

But tonight, he was far too tired to be making a Michelin-star-esque meal in the middle of the night. So, he settled on a bowl of cereal.

Katsuki tried not to take long on his nightly departures from the bed, but your sense of time gets altered when you’re wandering around like a zombie. And just as he was pouring his Honey Nut Cheerios, he heard you slowly walking into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, Suki?” You grumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

By the sound of your voice, you were basically still asleep. The cool silk of your bonnet sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine, he felt guilty knowing that he was the reason you were up a stumbling around the house at this hour.

“Yeah, go back to bed, baby,” he told you, pouring milk into his cereal while mixing it around with his spoon.

You kissed your teeth in protest. You weren’t going back without him, and he knew that.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest and back, and he gently guided you towards the couch, where you sat curled up against his side wrapped in a blanket while he ate, a comfortable silence between you.

You were fighting back sleep, nodding off against his shoulder, eyes barely open. Katsuki was no better, nearly falling asleep into his bowl of cereal before forcing himself into consciousness.

“Gimmie some,” you croaked, silently opening your mouth, awaiting a spoonful of sugary cereal and cold milk.

Katsuki fed you carefully, making sure not to drip anywhere, and wiping away the bit that dribbled from the corner of your lip.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, settling deeper into the couch and sighing. He kissed the top of your head, and smushed his cheek against you.

“You just kiss me with milk breath?” You grunted.

“I just fed you and I can’t even get a kiss?” Katsuki chuckled.

“Not with no milk breath, you can’t.” You retorted.

“I love you too.”

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[dead-boys-club]

2:13 AM.

the tension in the air was thick, neither of you willing to let go of the argument that had spiraled from nowhere. katsuki paced the room, frustration etched deep on his face, and you could see the storm raging inside him, words he couldn’t quite let out.

finally, he stopped, fists clenched. “i got issues, alright?” he snapped, his voice low, raw. “issues we could fight about all damn night if you want.”

you stepped closer, reaching for his hand, steadying him. “then let’s fight,” you whispered, challenging the walls he was so desperate to keep up. his defenses crumbled just enough, and he took your hand, holding on like it was the lifeline he’d been too stubborn to admit he needed. "anything to fix it."

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

ᗩIᖇᑭOᖇT GOOᗪᗷYE

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, established long-distance relationship

Warnings: None

Word count: 135

{1:32 pm} - He hated this part. This was the part he dreaded from last night into sunrise. The day he'd help pack your luggage and ready the car. How he waited with you at your gate for your plane to arrive.

Always hoping and wish for there to be a delay. Not this time. Not any other time. You know your boyfriend didn't do the mushy gushy stuff but you knew it killed him to watch you go just as much as it killed you too.

"I'm going to miss you." You said through tears. Bakugou cradled the back of your head, his arm around your waist.

Just this once he wanted time to freeze. For you to stay. He locked lips with you, whispering between each kiss. "I'm gonna miss you like crazy dumbass."

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[kazumiku]

LOST A SOCK ? TEXT A FRIEND !

denki, shouto, bakugo, midoriya, tsuyu and toga with gn!reader

— sfw, ooc, crack, dont mind timestamps, see the relationship how you wish

a/n; i have officially spiralled to insanity, stay safe everyone

main navi!

[heareriissmau]

❧ ❝pseudo alliance❞

mha kacchako!smau

disclaimer: if you don't like kacchako step away. this smau is only for fun. also this is gonna be filled with a lot of curses or expletives because bakugo.

genre: comedy, romance, slow burn, crack, tooth-rotting fluff summary: After the big war of today's generation, the popularity of Class 2A skyrocketed even before their debut as Pro-Heroes. Which comes with a price. The most popular students in class are getting way too much attention to the extent of being stalked. So, the students brainstormed ideas on how put a halt on these harrassments. Or; Class 2A opts for Bakugo and Uraraka to fake date to get rid of each other's strange fans. ship: Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (My Hero Academia)

⸻ part 1: heart of the problem

prev part ✩ main post ✩ next part

heights alliance secrets:

eraserhead doesn't get paid enough.

hitoshi wonders if this class is doomed for eternal trauma because something's going on again.

ochako was in and out of sleep that night in momo's room.

if you could just ignore the inaccurate timestamps that would be great too.

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~Return to Alternative Masterlists~

Courting Gifts~ Omegaverse MHA/BNHA x Gender Neutral Omega Reader Headcanon They Have a Crush~ Yaoyorozu x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanon Make him Melt~ Fatgum x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanon You ask them to take dancing lessons with you~ Headcanon Part 1 starring Bakugo x Gender Neutral Reader Where they take you on vacation~ Gender Neutral Reader x hero Series! Part 1~ Part 2~ Morning Routine~ Shota Aizawa x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanon You go shopping together~ Hawks x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanon

Drink from your lips~ Bakugo x Gender Neutral Reader Prompt Drabble Simplicity~ Eijiro Kirishima x Gender Neutral Reader Imagine Time to be a hero~ Shinso Hitoshi x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble Behind the Curtain~ Shinso Hitoshi x Gender Neutral Reader Timestamp/drabble Valhalla Calling~ Shoto Todoroki x Gender Neutral Reader Song inspired Timestamp

[strawhatkia]

✧ boku no hero academia !

SHORT SUMMARY ! students turned soldiers constantly facing mass destruction and chaos somehow still alive (well...mostly alive). what's youth without a little rebellion and anarchy?

✧ CHARACTERS INCLUDED ! izuku, kirishima, bakugou, sero, hawks, shinsou, mirio, aizawa, kaminari, shoto todoroki, tamaki, subject to change !

✧ KEY ! fluff - f | mature - m | angst - a | crack - c

✧ LAST UPDATED ! xx/xx/xxxx | golden hour. ⊹ f.

timestamps !

enter here...

headcanons / scenarios !

love you more when the day is new. | f.

⤷ includes katsuki bakugou, shinsou hitoshi, & eijirou kirishima

lip gloss, lil mama. | f.

⤷ includes katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hawks, shinsou hitoshi, & sero hanta

golden hour. | f.

⤷ includes katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, and tamaki keigo

random hcs

⤷ wait on it!

random hcs

⤷ wait on it!

home girl.

⤷ wait on it!

boyfriend. | f.

⤷ includes katsuki bakugo

luvr boy. | f.

⤷ includes izuku midoriya

drabbles !

reasons why they blew up on twitter !

⤷ ph!deku | wait on it!

⤷ ph!kirishima | wait on it!

⤷ ph!bakugo | wait on it!

staying at yo house.

⤷ wait on it!

oneshots !

enter here...

series !

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[yuquinzel]

BNHA !

HEADCANONS — when you make them flustered.

↳ ( bakugo, shoto, izuku, shinsou, kaminari. )

HAIKYUU !

TIMESTAMP — [ 8:37 pm ]

↳ ( it's been 4 hours since you left miya atsumu on read. )

DRABBLE — bad idea.

↳ ( suna rintarou wants to walk home with you. )

DRABBLE — not so secret admirer!

↳ ( miya atsumu as a secret admirer... is not so secret. )

HONKAI STAR RAIL !

DRABBLE — say you love me.

↳ ( dan heng forgets to tell you he loves you. )

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[cyber-phobia]

Fic search if you don't mind. MHA slight crossover with MCU Infinity War. Act 1 of Infinity War is referenced at the start as a sort of timestamp. All hell breaks lose as half of Class 1-A turns to dust. Toshinori or Bakugo holds Izuku as he turns to dust. Izuku tries to give Bakugo OFA just as he starts to fall apart, but shortly after he's gone, the hair vanishes too. I think it ends with Bakugo feeling the Snap taking him to. I think it was gen. Not BakuDeku, despite the ending.

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[katsukisday]

[8:34 am]

Katsuki never fails to forget about your early shift on Tuesdays, the day otherwise known as his day off.

It's not like you're gone for too long- not to what he notices. The blonde regularly wakes up a little late, and especially late on his one day off; it's the only day you drop the kids off at school so he can get his well-earned rest. By the time your duties are over and you got the kids back home he's most likely barely up, either having his morning coffee or even staring at the ceiling from bed.

But today was different. The kids had no school today.

You swore you checked if they were asleep before you took your leave- and they were- but the text you received from you husband clearly stated otherwise.

At home the Blonde man stood tall in the kitchen in your pink apron because he was too tired to look for his, as the two kids stood in their matching hero pajamas.

"What do you want?" he muttered, his voice hoarse as he leant on the fridge, rubbing his eyes open. On any other day he would have made them two bowls of cereal [lovingly] then went back to sleep. But to his unfortune, it seemed the family was out of milk.

"Hamburger!"

"Pizza!"

What?

Katsuki blinks at their absurdity, taking a minute to consume the fact that they're still kids. He doesn't have the energy to completely open his eyes yet and the kids wanted Pizza for breakfast? That wasn't even the worst of it- the two knew exactly what face to make and the eldest Bakugo was suddenly strongly urged to pick up the phone and bring their requests to life.

Is this what y/n deals with everyday ?

Katsuki doesn't usually deal with this kind of thing, not because he's a "man" or because he's irresponsible as many would like to claim, but because of his rather busy schedule- he's used to doing everything in his well to give his kids any and everything they ask for until his wife says is enough. He's not used to saying no.

"No, no, I meant breakfast," he smiled, trying his best to get his point across, "Omelette?"

"No, daddy," his elder, the girl with his eyes, your hair, and his mom's name, resists, "we want Happy Meals."

The pro hero raises an amused eyebrow at her sudden change of opinion, eyes flitting to the younger, a boy with opposite features and a name that associated with a certain red haired hero, as he starts nodding at his sisters words in persistence.

"Mitsuki, Eijiro, he sighed, kneeling down so he's level with the kids, "You know we can't eat that on breakfast- Mommy would kill me if I let you!" he exaggerates with a scared expression, making the kids giggle, he then slightly leans towards them, whispering as if there were anyone who could hear, "But if you behave I'll take you to the movies tonight." He lures, hoping no emergency occurs that stands between him and keeping his promise.

Soon, he realizes his bait worked better than he expected, evident by the kids looking at each other with uncontainable excitement.

"You're awesome, daddy!" Eijiro exclaims, wrapping his small figure around Katsuki's neck, giggling in excitement.

"Thanks, daddy," the female follows, putting more effort into containing herself, although it seems to be in vain.

The blonde man hugs both tightly to his chest, smiling genuinely at their funny and overly evident personalities.

Despite the long list of struggles that came with parenting two kids while being a pro hero- nothing beats these moments. To Katsuki, the mushy, warm feeling that crowded his chest whenever these small moments came to be, similar to the one he felt when he first met you, really meant the world to him. And he knows full well that- if push comes to shove- he would pay the world to keep these little beings from the slightest harm.

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[illegal-spiegel]

[8:13 pm]

Bakugou double, triple, quadruple checks that no one else is around before draping a blanket over your sleeping figure on the couch. He looks to the table and sees your class’ homework strewn about on the wood. Guess you were studying and got sleepy. 

He allows a tiny smile to pull at his lips since no one else is around, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your peaceful face. “Dumb brat,” he grumbles before leaving you in peace. 

[missuga]

8:08 p.m — Katsuki Bakugo

+ college au, second date, no warnings :) | 1k

It’s cold, you thought as shoved your hands further into your pockets, the thin hoodie doing the least to offer you any bit of warmth.

It was too far of a drive back to your apartment to grab anything warmer now, and you just so happened to clean out your car completely in a random fit of mania last week.

That was just your luck, it seemed like the whole day so far was rooting against you.

The soft lights of the restaurant spilling onto the sidewalk coming into view lifted your spirits a bit though, hoping that now you’d be able to relax despite the lingering pinch in the back of your neck at the thought of this being your second date.

You cursed to yourself silently once you saw Bakugo leaning against the restaurant, you’d shown up a bit earlier than you usually would so you’d be able to get your bearings. 

The first date had gone really good. A lot better than you’d ever thought it’d go, you saw a side of Bakugo you never thought you’d see just by being classmates with him.

“Hey.” His tone was breathy, as if you caught him by surprise, eyes lighting up with more than the reflection of the lights when he noticed you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his expression softened as well.

“Hi.” You started, trying your hardest to not look too long at him, despite the fact he looked even better than the last time you saw him. “I’m not late right?”

“No, don’t worry.” He all but interrupted you, shaking his head quickly, “I got out of my last class early because of an exam so I just came straight here.”

You weren’t sure why you felt your heart speed up at that, but it made it a bit harder for you to form solid thoughts. You hadn’t even felt this nervous on your first date, though it had been a pretty casual meet-up for coffee.

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about that. How do you think it went?”

“Oh I definitely got the best score,” Bakugo answered and you smiled at the confidence drifting into his tone. With the few classes you had with him in the past you knew how he got with academics, this was nothing new. “I think the professor knew it too, he just shook his head when I turned my exam in first.”

“I forgot you’re a teacher’s pet,” You teased, your chest warming even more when he rolled his eyes at your remark. “You cannot tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not..” He mumbled after a short moment, it was interesting just how fast his stubbornness broke when he was with you, normally he’d fight against it no matter who it was. “Want to go in?”

“Hmm, changing the subject I see.” You laughed, nudging your elbow into his arm and you didn’t realize just how close he’d gotten to you. “But yes, it’s freezing out here.”

“You were cold in class this morning,” Bakugo mused turning to look at you as you both walked towards the entrance. “You didn’t think to grab something warm?”

“I was busy, I haven’t gone home yet!”

“Hmm,” He paused to answer the hostess as you went into the restaurant before turning back to you, shrugging off his jacket as he did. “Here.”

It took you a second to process what he was doing, not expecting anything like this from him of all people.

“I didn’t know you were a cheesy romantic.” You teased again, fighting the urge to laugh at the slight bit of red creeping across his cheeks at that, he was so cute.

“Just take it before I regret offering it to you.”

You could tell he was trying hard to keep up his normal attitude, you could see through it though.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” You said once you pulled the warm jacket on, noticing the soft lingering scent of his cologne on it.

“You’re welcome.” He said, not really looking at you as the two of you sat down at one of the high tops. His usual snarky excuse was missing now. 

“I’m really glad we could go out again so soon,” You honestly weren’t sure how he was feeling after your first date last week, despite him texting you quickly after you parted. 

“I am too, I was pretty nervous today actually.” 

“You were nervous?” You stared at him for a second, trying to see if that’s what he really said. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not.”

For the first time this night, his toned seemed serious, and his eyes dropped to the table. 

“I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.” 

“Well,” You started, leaning onto the table smiling once he met your gaze once more after you paused. “You could’ve asked me before. But, I’m thinking that your jacket smells really good.” 

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, like he wasn’t sure of what to say. 

“You know, forget I said anything.” He said, picking up one of the menus to look at it. “You’re so weird, you know that?”

“You’re the one that asked me out,” You laughed, picking up your menu as well. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting that now.”

“Not at all,” He met your gaze once more, smiling softly as he did. “I’m kicking myself that I didn’t ask earlier.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes, now figure out what you want.” He nodded towards your menu, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, it was like he knew you better than you did yourself already. 

“Fine, but you’re telling me what you meant by that after we order.” You huffed and looked at the menu, still distracted at Bakugo’s words floating around your head. “Will you let me pay this time?”

“Absolutely not.” He answered quickly, almost glaring at you. “I asked you out, the least I could do is pay for your meal, even if you don’t enjoy your time.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy myself.” You smiled again, not fighting against his reasoning anymore. “I’m still not letting you off the hook, I want to know how long you’ve liked me for.” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought that up.” He sighed despite amused smile adorning his lips at your words. 

[rinphoria]

[𝟏𝟎:𝟒𝟕 𝐏𝐌] - 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

warnings: suggestive

“i don’t mean to be rude, but can i ask why you’re still here?” you stared up to the ceiling, the unfamiliar warmth of a body lingering beside you. it was a foreign feeling, but one you didn’t mind. though, you didn’t dare get used to it.

“what, you want me to leave?” bakugo spoke up. his voice rumbled and you could feel it against your skin. you didn’t even realize your arm was pressed against his.

“i never said that,” you clarified, turning to face him. blonde strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and crimson eyes were staring back at you. it was hard to tell what was brewing behind them, but it was different than the lust you were used to seeing. “i’m just... surprised that you’re sticking around.”

“why?”

“because you never do.” you hoped it didn’t sound bitter, but you both knew it was true.

“does that bother you?

he was full of questions tonight. it wasn’t usual for him to be so talkative, hell, he would likely be long gone by now if it were any other night. you were far from bothered by his presence; the better word was confused. while you weren’t exactly thrilled that he typically wasted no time getting out of your bed and leaving your dorm, you understood why he did it. this was nothing more than friends with benefits. that’s what the two of you agreed to a couple weeks ago. you didn’t mind it at first, but with each passing hookup, your heart sank deeper and deeper every time you heard the click of the door signaling his departure. but you couldn’t allow yourself to be upset about it, after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“no. i know what this arrangement is.” it wasn’t healthy to suppress your emotions, you knew that, but the last thing you wanted to do was humiliate yourself by confessing what were surely unrequited feelings. it wouldn’t hurt to be untruthful this once.

“does that bother you?” he repeated his question, though, it asked something else entirely.

“hm? what?”

“that we’re only friends with benefits.”

“why would it?” you shied away from the intensity of his gaze, looking to the wall behind him. did he know about your growing feelings? could he feel what were meant to be absent strings tying him down? god, you knew something was up. why else would he still be there?

“so you’re still okay with us just hooking up?”

“yeah, of course.” it wasn’t supposed to come out as shaky as it did, but maybe your smile could hide the slip up.

bakugo groaned, pushing the damp hair back and off of his forehead, causing it stick up haphazardly. you would have laughed if you weren’t so caught off guard by his reaction to your response. if anyone seemed bothered, it was him. “look, i can’t do this anymore.”

the small smile that was tugging at your lips fell upon hearing him. you thought your replies to all of his questions were enough to convince him that this wasn’t turning into something he clearly didn’t want it to. of course you wanted more, a real relationship with him, but you were willing to settle for the way things were if that meant you’d still have him around.

“this was a bad idea. i know we said that we’d keep thing strictly physical but i’ve been lying to you and myself since the start. i’m fucking tired of trying to act like i don’t have feelings for you. but i understand if you don’t feel the same. and i’ll leave you alone if—”

“you like me?” you didn’t mean to cut him off so abruptly, but you were taking longer to comprehend his hastily spoken words.

“that’s what i just said, yeah.”

you paused. “really?”

“yes. god, what’s wrong with you? you in some kind of post-sex haze or something?”

“shut up.” you could feel your cheeks warming in embarrassment at your less than positive reaction. it wasn’t that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, that couldn’t be more far off, but his actions in the past led you to believe that you were no more than someone he could blow off some steam with. so, if anything, your flustered state could be attributed to the fact that the man you were longing for was just a hair’s breadth away—right within your reach. all that was left to do was grab him.

“i don’t want you to leave.” you tentatively held out you hand and it trembled, hovered, over bakugo’s face before making a home on the soft flesh of his cheek. your thumb brushed across his cheekbone and he leaned into your touch. “i like you, too.”

“good,” he said, just above a whisper. his hand found its way to yours, resting easily on top of it. in his years, bakugo had learned that being brazen wasn’t always in his best interest, but now, in this moment, it had worked out for him. it certainly wasn’t romantic and was far from anything he’d seen in those dumb movies about love, but it worked. and all that mattered was that, now, he could call you his.

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[kodaiki]

[7:30 P.M.] [continuation of this]

bakugo trudges into his dorm room, pushing open the scratched up up door from previous university residents who gave zero shits about the end of semester fine their bill would be slapped with.

“there y’are!” kirishima looks over his shoulder from digging into an overnight bag, raising a brow at the shorter blonde who also happens to be his roommate. “we were wondering where you went off to.”

“took a walk for a bit,” bakugo answers absentmindedly, walking toward his small dresser on his side of the room, plopping his keys and phone onto it. he begins pulling open drawers, mentally debating if he should shower now and just pass out or wait ‘til morning before class.

kirishima nods in response as if that was a normal occurrence for bakugo, which it sort of was. whether it be to escape social interaction or to cool off, the guy often times left to go outside for a walk or jog.

bakugo mentally notes that his friend doesn’t ask about you. not that he needs to, really. he and you weren’t necessarily a close pair and when you’d left the lounge with or without announcement, it’s a little difficult to imagine the pair of you hanging out alone.

but then there you were, together, on a long hour walk, chatting the sun setting sky away, misty air becoming more prominent as your cheeks and noses reddened. the echoes of your complaints about the winter air make bakugo roll his eyes, less in distaste but more in subtle amusement.

still, bakugo isn’t sure if the other didn’t care about your whereabouts or he hadn’t even noticed your absence from the group.

“i was with y/n,” he cuts the silence in the room, minus the zipping and shuffling of kirishima’s duffel.

“oh!” kirishima says, a little louder. “i was wondering about her, too,” he trails off unconvincingly.

bakugo grits his teeth, seeing through – more like, hearing through – his lie. he knew he wasn’t wondering about you. but he hums anyway, in a way of acknowledgment, and he thinks his friend is too thick headed to read through the insincerity of it.

“where are you going?” bakugo asks, instead of prying the truth out of him since he already knows what that is. he turns to face the taller man, looking rather unimpressed – then again, it was his resting face to look aloof – but speculative at his behavior.

“huh?” kirishima turns his head to realize bakugo’s facing him. “oh,” he bashfully smiles, making the other man’s frown deepen. “ochako’s.”

“hm,” bakugo hums again, remembering your conversation in the back of his mind. your frowns, your broken smiles, you glistening eyes. your tears. “staying over?”

“most likely,” kirishima chuckles, maybe a little embarrassed to be talking about it with bakugo. it’s not like bakugo is usually so observant over his friendship – what a flexbile term that is – with uraraka, so it’s a little unsettling. fortunately, the blonde doesn’t let the redhead wonder whatever’s on his mind.

“y/n misses you, you know.”

kirishima’s throat runs dry.

“uh- well, with ochako, i haven’t got time to spend-”

“that’s not what i mean and you know it,” bakugo grunts, crossing his arms. he’s always been outside the situation you’ve been in with kirishima; always looking in from the outside and being observant. “you know she cares about you.”

sure, you considered the redhead your closest friend of the bunch and you had a crush on him, but bakugo saw more than that. he wouldn’t call his best friend a manwhore, he really wouldn’t, because he knows, deep down, the kid has a good heart. but kirishima is probably one of the most emotionally manipulative men he’s ever met when it comes to women.

bakugo remembers when kirishima introduced you to the friend group, holding you by the shoulders as you gave everyone a shy, small smile – a smile bakugo wasn’t even aware could go as wide as lifting your cheeks – and wave to match. it was easy to spot you’d already been smitten with the man, as you were glued to him during that hangout before you got more comfortable around the others.

deep down, bakugo wished you were a little like kirishima and denki, in the way that they practically forced him to be they friend, since he still was a little uncomfortable going out of his own comfort zone. but you weren’t, you aren’t, like that; you bid him graceful smiles, easy going waves and small talk.

maybe you were unsure how to approach him, since he knew you weren’t exactly shy either; he was fully aware how exciting your personality could get, when around the right people.

and maybe he just gave off the aura that you should be wary and walk eggshells around him.

bakugo was almost sure that you’d end up dating the redhead, from how he used to rave about you when you weren’t around. but then a few weeks passed and, like the time, his feelings passed, too. 

“c’mon bro, you know how i feel about her.”

“yeah, but she doesn’t,” bakugo snaps, eyebrows furrowing deeper than they naturally were.

“shit, you didn’t tell her, did you?”

“of course i didn’t, dipshit.”

kirishima blows out a breath of relief. “good ‘cus me ‘n ochako are sorta hanging out now-” at the look bakugo sends him, he quickly clarifies, “-not like that! but we’re just, hanging out, and it might be more... but it also may not! so-”

“so you’re avoiding telling y/n you’re not into her right now because of uraraka and if that doesn’t work out, you’ll be hers again?” at kirishima’s lack of response, he spits, “that’s fucked up. especially for you.”

kirishima’s babbling out a response, probably excusing his actions like some toxic character from euphoria™ would, but bakugo’s not paying attention, because his phone buzzes from atop his dresser, lighting the dimly lit dorm room.

[7:41 P.M.] y/n: thanks for the chat, rlly needed that [7:41 P.M.] y/n: have a good night! :)

he’s been reminding himself that it’s not his place to tell, they aren’t his feelings to tell but god, if bakugo doesn’t want to storm to your dorm right now and tell you the rest. because he cares. he fucking cares.

[7:43 P.M.] bakugo: gn.

-

bakugo goes to bed feeling guilty. and worst part?

he knows kirishima doesn’t.

i love kiri, i do🥹🥹 but damn villainizing him🫣 also idk if the last line makes sense but it’s that kiri doesn’t go to bed feeling guilty :’)

no taglist. (don’t ask)

[katsbaku]

tranquility

pairing: bakugou x f!reader

warnings: 18+!, angsty?, unprotected sex, domestic?, size kink (barely), bakugou has silent sweet thoughts, creampie, small aftercare

wc: 1.5k

this was the closest you’ve been to him in weeks.

his skin was hot on yours, almost burning right through you. his eyes were piercing into yours, panting heavy with soft, hesitant reassuring eyes. a glowing red that sent shock waves through your body just looking into them. bakugou wasn’t known for being verbally expressive, he only really knew how to show he cared through small memories. like when he scoffs as he holds the door open for you. like when he cooks you breakfast and dinner every single day, even when he’s too tired and you insist he sleeps. like when he kisses you deeply every time he gets the chance, never leaving a lingering a peck. like when he whispers a soft goodnight, blushing as he kisses the back of your hand. like when he says ‘i love you’ before leaving in a rush.

you sigh when you feel his kisses trail down your neck, nipping lightly and making you whine. one of his hands skim across your side, the other resting beside your head, trying to hold himself up. your noises were making him dizzy, drunk off of you. he was currently sheathed inside of you completely, his pelvis pressed against your ass as he tries to calm himself down from the overwhelming feeling. he felt like he was going to pass out.

“so tight for me,” his voice rumbles deep, settling deep into your bones and making a way for home. the sound you make as he twitches inside you makes him feel fuzzy, drinking you in even further and falling trap into you. “feel full?” he leans back to take a look at your face.

your glossy eyes reach for him, enrapturing him, “yes, so good. so f-full.” you gasp out a moan when he roughly grinds his hips into you, stimulating your clit.

he smirks lazily, watching you start to squirm and feeling your nails dig into his back, trying to tug at him closer. bakugou rests down on one elbow, his face now nose-to-nose with yours. it feels so good. his cock is hitting right against your soft, spongy spot inside of you. he pulls his hips back slowly, before ramming himself quickly back inside you.

“f-fuck! katsu..” your eyes roll back, a sight that always makes bakugou’s ego even bigger. your pussy was so warm and tight, engulfing him whole and swallowing him into a wet heaven.

“mmm, you like my fat cock, don’t you?” he punctuates his words by speeding up his thrusts, “too big for you, fuck..” he huffs, his hips stuttering when you clench too tight around him, “can barely take me, huh?”

you nod your head quickly, not really trusting your voice. bakugou doesn’t really care much right now, not when you feel so damn good. your moans were ringing around the room, echoing and sounding a sweet symphony in his mind. god, he could fuck you for hours if you’d let him.

“so pretty when you’re full of me,” he leans down to growl in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he could feel your hand shakily trailing up into his hair, tugging and pulling with every thrust back inside. he chuckles, “cock fucking you up?”

you bite onto his shoulder, letting out a loud whimper that makes him hiss. bakugou buries his face into the crook of your neck, intoxicated by the sweet smell of you and the thin layer of sweat that clings to the both of you. he can’t seem to get enough of you, no matter how much he tries to pull away.

it feels so good to be so close to you, to be inside you and to feel your walls flutter around him with every thrust. “gonna make you cum,” he groans, “gonna make you cum all over my cock, wanna see you fall apart. feel you fall apart.”

he adores the way you squirm and moan, letting out soft curses and broken syllables of his name. you could feel the veins of his cock pulsate, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every push and pull of his dick. he’s stretching you out wide, breaking you apart one by one all while putting you back together. you struggle to keep you composure when you feel a sharp hiss fall from his mouth, his hefty groans rolling straight to your ears and consuming you.

“sucking me back in each time,” he huffs, licking a stripe along your neck and leaving a sloppy kiss, “your tight little cunt fucking loves being stuffed, huh?”

“yes! oh god, yes.. k-katsu, i’m so close.” your voice trails off into a pretty moan, making his dick twitch inside of you again. he has you wrapped around his finger, willing to do absolutely anything for him at any time. little do you know, you have him the same way. he’ll never admit it, though.

“yeah?” he pulls back to take a look at your pretty face. your eyebrows were drawn together, eyes squinted and trying to stay open but falling closed each and every time. “gonna cum on this cock? make a pretty mess?” his thrusts turn rapid, his thumb quickly pressing hot circles into your clit and making you buck up towards him, “you can do it, baby. cum all over me, make me proud. don’t you wanna make me proud?” he tilts his head, watching you open your eyes as you nod. “good baby.”

so rare, it was so rare for him to praise you like that. to make you feel a fresh flood of warmth to consume you and leave you to keep falling. bakugou can’t stop from capturing one of your hands in his, your other hand still clutching tightly onto his soft blonde hair. you feel his larger hand encase yours, making your heart flutter. your stomach twists almost painfully at a particular push of his hips, letting out a cry.

“k-katsu! cumming, gonna cum.” you sound so whiny, so desperate for your release that he can’t ever seem to want to deny you. he’ll never deny you, never leave you out to dry.

“go on, cum, baby. you can cum. soak my cock.” he leans his head down you kiss you, tasting the way he feels on your tongue. when he feels your walls clamp around him, a long string of moans escaping you, he pulls away to watch you. you look so gorgeous, completely ruined and sweating but still so fucking beautiful that it makes him almost want to go frozen and remember this forever.

“gonna fill you with my cum. make you mine forever.” he slows his pressure on your clit before completely pulling his hand away, but never stops his thrusts until he’s cumming inside you, really filling you up. it feels so good, so fucking good that you swore you came a second time. you whine when he slumps against you, completely exhausted and still completely inside of you.

you giggle, still holding his hand and soothing his hair with your other hand, “thank you, ‘suki.”

he groans, head buried in your neck as he places a sloppy kiss there. he wants to say ‘anything for you’, but doesn’t. “yeah, yeah... shitty woman.” he huffs quietly, but holds your hand tighter and squeezes. he never wants to leave you. never wants to not be by your side.

when he finally pulls away from you, wincing at the flutter of your walls as he pulls out, he admires his work on you. he wants to call you pretty, tell you how breathtaking you look, show you that you’re quite literally glowing. but he doesn’t, and he silently remembers the way your lips pull into a dopy smile. he smiles back, a different yet fond look gracing his face.

he cleans you up in silence, except for the few soft hisses you make when he touches you because you’re still so sensitive. he cleans you diligently before laying beside you and rushingly pulling you back into his side. his arms are strong and warm, safe and sound. he’s your home, and you so desperately missed being in his arms like this.

“don’t leave me again,” you say softly, turning to face him. he takes in your angelic features, convinced that you were truly his guardian angel.

“never.” leaving your side for weeks was hard on him, and he never wanted to separate from you ever again. being called into work constantly meant doing late shifts, never making enough time for the both of you, and going to bed late just to not be there in the morning, making you wake up to empty sheets the same you fell asleep. he could only imagine how hard it was on you. he hated the thought alone.

the sight of you snuggling into him made his heart speed up, and there’s no doubt you could hear it, if not feel it. “i love you, katsuki.”

bakugou tugs you closer, and even though he has a hard time expressing himself, he can’t stop the words from leaving his mouth as he means it with his whole entire being. “i love you, too, idiot.”

so endearing, you think to yourself.

he would always be so endearing to you, even when he calls you an idiot in a soft, loving way.

[mayxxday]

11:53

- I know you’re not mine to begin with…

but I’m yours, in ways I wish I wasn’t. Wish I wouldn’t look at you as if you hung up the stars in my sky. Wish I wouldn’t be holding on so dearly to each brush of your hand against me. I wish I could look into your eyes and not breathe in relief of having your eyes on me. I wish I wouldn’t love like this, and wish to have you in ways I wouldn’t. And as much as I wish for these things, I wish much harder for the courage to tell you I love you and walk away.

(Reader's pov)