#bakugo writing prompt

[zorosbeau33]

Drink from your lips~ Bakugo x Reader Prompt

❖ BNHA/MHA, Bakugo x genderless reader

❖ Drabble, Series, Fluff, established relationship

❖ Tw: Alcohol consumption

❖ wc:534

❖ Drink alcohol from anothers lips writing prompt

❖ Masterlist Part two coming soon~ ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Rating of 18+ for alcohol consumption, All included in fic are aged up to college or older in my au~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The moment Denki mentioned it Bakugo was already sneering in disgust. The intentions of such a game when in such a mixed crowd of pronouns was obvious, the electric boy expected himself to get lucky enough to get some action with a “goddess” this way. Bakugo himself was never one for drinking, the only reason he had even been roped into this party at all was Kirishima had brought YOU. The knowledge of you going without him? To a drinking party hosted by a couple of pervs? Like hell he was going to let that happen, which is how he was now sitting on the couch scowling at the brightness of the multicolored flashing lights that still didnt seem to light up this dim room. Things however could have been worse, at least this time the extras were for the most part people who he could tolerate, and he had one arm over the couch back behind you. Although as Grape bastard asked if you would participate in the game, Bakugo had to restrain a snarl from escaping his chest. Faster than he could implode you spoke up agreeing to play if…and only if Bakugo would play as your partner. Staring at you dumbfounded the blonde missed the waitresses arriving in the karaoke room with the first round of alcohol. The expectancy in your eyes and the nervous way you chewed on your lip, or maybe seductive way had him subconsciously nodding his consent before he realized. “How the hell this thing work?” Denki had short circuited nearly at him agreeing, so it was Kirishima who pipped up in answer, smiling from ear to ear. “So one of you takes a drink, usually the person who everyone thinks would be the top. Then you kiss and feed the drink to your partner!” Had it not been for him knowing no alcohol had touched anyones lips Bakugo would have refused. Consent couldn’t be given by someone who was inebriated in his hero book, but you both were completely sober. Still he almost backed out yelling at them all for their assumed of who was top and who was bottom, when he suddenly felt your warm-soft, sweet lips seal over his. Eyes wide in surprise Bakugo nearly choked before the fruity alcohol swirled through his mouth burning its way into his senses. The room was soon filled with elated screams and cheers, and a grumble from Grape boy, as growling Bakugo used his height to dwarf you. Roughly cupping your cheek and deepening the kiss, laying his claim as he swiped every drop of alcohol and air from your mouth and lungs.

“Stupid…see only losers need alcohol to get an excuse to kiss someone.” He scoffed tugging you closer and letting you catch your breath a smirk covering his flushed face. Leaning in to nip and bite at your throat for once not caring who saw. “Before you get drunk now, I want your permission to keep kissing you like that all night long bottom~” Your shuddery nod was all he needed before diving back in for another rougher kiss, needing to assert to the others your lips would be only for him to taste tonight.

[ichxraaa]

chubby reader who is discouraged cause they’ll never experience a belly bulge meets demise when their boyfriend eavesdrops their call with a friend, worried that maybe that’s something they (the boyfriend) would be into

his cock so far up bullying your cunt as you need to open your mouth to try and breathe while your eyes roll back with the pure raw strength that is fucking you against the bed, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is the way your ass feels and looks as he thrusts into you and the perfect rhythm of the squelching lascivious sounds as he pistons inside you.

“you shouldn’t worry about stupid shit like that, i will fuck you so deep and good that you will feel me inside you for days”.

why is this toji, and bakugō and gojo in a way more condescending approach, and also porco, cause you know he’s savage, also eren cause he lacks delicacy and of course yaku cause he has no filter and no intention of letting you say something like that ever again.

[rhaecerys-velaryo]

Idea: Clingy, Possessive Bakugo. Mild submissivenes.

Bakugo stood in front of you, eyes glaring down with a gleam of obsession. The classroom is empty and it's just the two of you. "I'll say it again, I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.

I protect you, and I will be with you almost every hour. If you accept, I won't be holding back.

I will do anything for you because that's how much I love you."

"He was your obsessed and clingy puppy and he was more than willing to submit to you behind closed doors."

part one

[njsecretchild]

shouta and hizashi aizawa-yamada are happily married for 20 years and are raising a son for another 17 years. their izuku is a kind and smart kid, who wears his heart on his sleeve and trusts his parents with everything!

but wait... where did those prada loafers come from? is this bag fendi? where did he get a chanel blazer? how did he manage to save up enough to buy the newest iphone with his allowance?

or: shouta and hizashi start finding designer clothes in their son's wardrobe and confront him about it. what they don't expect is a literal sugar daddy

[nayanogs]

mha boys and their singing voices! includes: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, eijirou kirishima tw: my opinion requested: no a/n: havent written in a whole year forgive me guys... requests are open btw and part 2+3+4 is coming soon!

everyone thought izuku midoriya only had a high range, but that's.. not actually the case.

he's a tenor but his range is WIIIDE

will he belt high notes and high notes only? yes.

can he also sing with the baritones and sometimes the basses if he really feels like it? also yes.

thought he was a terrible singer for his whole life until he started singing to himself in his room one day when he was looking for hand weights and was like OMG WAIT IM KINDA GOOD

can moderately control his vibrato, but can't switch it on and off on command

pretty versatile and can go loud but gets shy and quiet

either sounds very happy or like he's breaking down. no in-between..

if he was a theatre kid and had more confidence, he'd destroy EVERYONE at auditions wtf..

sorry guys, katsuki bakugo doesn't actually sing. unless..

there is no unless. he literally does not sing. but if he did;

his range isn't as wide as the others, but he def makes the most of it

would probably be categorized as a baritone

doesn't ever intentionally use vibrato and when he does he just clamps his mouth shut and stops

his voice is very in-tune with his facial expressions, so if he's not showing it on his face, you're not gonna hear it in his voice

his placement is always like... really good. always knows where to put his tongue or change his posture ect

(surprising since he has terrible posture)

(ANYWAY...)

he could probably be good but he never practices or tries or cares so he's just kinda mid unless he's trying to beat deku

shoto todoroki never actually thought about singing.

smooth and silky like his perfect eyelashes (who said that)

baritone, definitely not low but not high either

VERYY short range.. his yelling voice is about as high as he can go but he still rocks karaoke every time

no vibrato whatsoever. has no clue what it means. thought it was a quirk.

not really any emotion..? he usually has good pitch but you can tell he dgaf about what's happening

knows he's not that good but he tells everyone "I'm not even trying I'm just tired 🙄" and everyone believes him because he's good at everything

guys, not to brag, but eijirou kirishima is a pretty awesome singer...

you guys know the reference I just made right.. RIGHT..

as a proud kirishima fan I do NOT EVER WANT TO SEE HIM WHIP OUT THE MIC AGAIN.

you probably thought I was serious huh.. WRONG! his voice is UNIQUE and a little weird but UNIQUE!!

idk if this is the right way to say it but he pours his heart into it.. kinda like amy winehouse but in a manly way????

uncontrollable vibrato and if you ask him what that word means he awkwardly laughs and then walks away

slightly tone deaf. not a lot but it's enough to make people cringe a little

pours his heart and soul into that shit so you BETTER be clapping for him

always sings manly masculine men songs.. best believe he was belting "I'm just Ken" with half of the dorm cheering and the other half groaning.

[volya-horisvit]

Hear me out.

Yakuza Mitsuki Bakugou, with a toddler on her hip.

[stinmybubs]

AN: How does a fic about Bakugou’s childhood best friends POV of the bullying Bakugou commits against Izuku sound? Maybe you have a crush on him until you realize how bad the bullying might be and you can’t be a bystander anymore?

Could be! B. Katsuki x Reader -

I. Midoriya x Reader - or all three!

When you were younger you thought it was play fighting, as you were told all your life “boys will be boys.” So you thought the rough housing was normal.

That’s until middle school by your 2nd year you realize how horrid the bullying was. Play fighting wasn’t supposed to lead things to burning. Play fighting wasn’t supposed to lead to crying and begging for Katsuki to stop.

It wasn’t supposed to make you feel so bad.

But what can you do? You’re labeled as Katsuki’s girl…how can you betray him?

You’re just a bystander.

AN: HAD to write this down before I forget about, maybe someone else can write it? I know there thousands out there but I wanna see more and more!! I can write it but I think more would be fun! Let me know if you’d like to hear this!

[sur-i-ki]

3/20

I'm sorry I couldn't be enough

You tried everything to keep him.

In the beginning, it was easy. His laughter spilled into your life like sunlight, filling every shadowed corner you’d almost forgotten existed. You did everything you could to hold onto that light, afraid that one wrong move might send it flickering out. So you smiled more. You laughed at all the right times. You mirrored his interests, learned the names of his favorite bands, read the books he left lying on the coffee table, listened to the things he loved as if they might unlock some part of him that no one else had ever reached.

But somewhere along the way, it stopped being enough.

No matter how closely you held him, he was slipping through your fingers, like water pooling in the cracks of your hands. And you could feel it. Every kiss felt a little emptier, every word of reassurance tinged with something else—something he never quite put into words, but you felt in the widening silence that grew between you.

So you tried harder. You became softer, then sharper. You fought with him when you thought he wanted the fight; you stayed silent when it felt like silence might bring him back. You kept his secrets, held his fears like they were precious things, fragile things. You became someone you barely recognized, someone who thought that, if you just loved him enough, it would somehow be enough for both of you.

But it wasn’t. No matter how many pieces of yourself you handed over, he never really seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, and that was the worst part—knowing he saw everything you were offering and still chose to drift away.

And now, you’re left with all the empty spaces he carved out of you, hollowed-out places where parts of you used to be. You gave him all of it, everything you had, and somehow, it still wasn’t enough to keep him. You were there, waiting, arms open, heart exposed, and he was already halfway out the door, his shadow spilling into your life like a bruise that never quite healed.

Sometimes, you’re angry. Furious, even. You want to claw back all those pieces of yourself, the hours, the days, the parts of your heart you reshaped just to fit him. You want to reclaim every sleepless night spent trying to decode his silence, every apology whispered into the darkness just to make sure he’d stay. There are days when you hate him for leaving, for making you feel like you were never enough, and you feel that hatred rise up sharp and bitter in your throat, almost like it might swallow the hurt.

But just as quickly, the anger twists into something else. Guilt. Regret. Love that hasn’t found a way to turn cold, no matter how many times you’ve tried to snuff it out. You tell yourself he doesn’t deserve any more of you, but part of you wonders if maybe he was right to go, if maybe there was something missing in you all along, something he needed that you never could have given. Maybe you were always destined to lose him, and all the fighting, all the desperate, silent pleas were just you delaying the inevitable.

And the worst part—the part that keeps you awake at night, replaying each moment—is knowing that if he were to come back, if he were to walk through the door tonight and ask for one more chance, you’d give it to him. You’d give him what’s left of you, whatever fractured pieces you still have, without hesitation. Even if it meant going through it all again. Even if it left you emptier than before.

You’d take him back, knowing he’d break you again, knowing you’d have to gather up your shattered pieces and try to move on when he left the next time, and the next. And somehow, even with that knowledge heavy in your chest, you’d still choose him over a future without him.

And that—that’s what haunts you. The knowledge that you will never stop wanting him, that no matter how much it hurts, a part of you will always be waiting for him.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[katsukichu]

𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload in honor of Katsuki's birthday🥰. This is my fav prompt piece the lovely @sukisangel helped me write🥺. 18 + Characters are aged up.

Being a hero has its pros and cons.Staying in hotels,being able to work in a team with your UA colleagues and spending extra time with your boyfriend – Dynamight.

It also meant patrolling the whole day in the scorching weather,fighting villains while trying not to cause too much property damage and trying to reassure the public that everything was under control.

After an exhausting day of patrol you made your way to your shared hotel room.It was way past Katsuki's bedtime and you expected him to be asleep.You opened the door to see Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed - removing his gauntlets,which made you assume that he also took the latest patrol time slot just like you.

His hero costume is roughed up,face covered in scratches,dirt and dried blood.Your first instinct soon clicks in,quick to attend to all his wounds. Ignoring your own exhaustion,you close the door,before grabbing the first aid kit and making your way towards him.

After dating Katsuki for so long you were able to pick up on any change in his behaviour.You've always watched for small changes in his demeanour - such as his facial expression or body language.You could tell he'd been put through the wringer today but you were more than happy to help him blow off some of his post-patrol steam.

"Hi there, my baby." you cooed, brushing his hair away from his eyes and placing a small kiss at the top of his forehead.He tries to hide the way the corner of his lips gently tugged upwards to form a smile with a huff, grumbling something as a way of greeting you.You take a cotton pad and dab some antiseptic on it.

"S'gonna burn…" you warn him.

"I know.. and I don't need you to do it" he scoffs, trying to take the cotton away from your hands – which he successfully accomplishes.

"Please? Lemme take care of you." you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hands as your thumb softly caressed the skin under his eyes.

He knows arguing with you is futile and he's too tired to fight back for once so he agrees – giving you the white fluffy material back. He hates to admit it, but he loves how thoughtful and caring you are towards him, even when he’s not being the ideal sweet boyfriend to you.

You hold the pad up and he gives you a small nod, signifying that you can start cleaning his lesions. You gently wipe his face and study it for any sign of discomfort – his nose scrunching up every now and then.

You take a few steps back to study his battered outfit, soon dropping to your knees – only to take off his belt and lower his pants a little, just to give you more space to dress the wounds on his abdomen. Bakugou's breathing hitch when your hands brush along his inner thigh, causing a wave of heat to travel through the blonde’s body.

"You okay? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you panic, furrowing your brows a little as you look up at him with pure concern in your eyes.

"No. No,it's nothing, dumbass…" he dismisses you, turning his head to the side as a faint shade of red coats his cheekbones.

Somethings wrong, you sense - Katsuki doesn’t tend to act this way. You finish unbuckling his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Your eyes trail to his thighs, searching for any more wounds, only to notice that he's bouncing his leg.

You gently place your hands on top of it and he stops. After applying the antiseptic on his stomach wounds, he starts getting fidgety again. You stop and place your hands up on his shoulders, making him look at you.

"Okay, Kat. What's wrong, really?" you question with a raised eyebrow.

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..'' he admits, placing his right hand on your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb against your soft skin.

"Oh,Katsuki!" you exclaim as a chuckle escapes your throat, playfully slapping his thigh – making sure not to hit too hard or anywhere where he's hurt.

"You need to take a shower. Your injuries are bad and a bit deep, you need to let your muscles relax...Plus, we aren’t home, what if they hear- "

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed… a little thrill doesn’t hurt anyone, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he cuts you off, pure venom in his words as he teases you and smirks.

"Fine…” You sigh, giving into his wishes knowing damn well that he wouldn’t give up on this fight. “...but I want to take care of you.You don't have to do anything, just sit there and look pretty." you spoke softly, looking up at him with an innocent mask on your face as you placed your hands on his thighs.

"I'm so proud of you for how hard you worked today,Dynamight." you spoke while adjusting your position on the floor.You toss the first aid kit aside, before looking up again as your chest swells with pride from making Bakugou's flustered.

Before Katsuki can respond, you unbutton his pants and slide down his muscular legs – letting it pool around his ankles. He shuffles his feet until they're off and kicks them aside.

Seeing the outline of his clothed cock and the patch of pre on his boxers made you clench your thighs.You try and ease some of the tension in his muscles and gently massage his legs with your fingers. You place soft kisses along the outline of his muscles and inner thighs. Resting your head on top of one of his toned thighs, palming him through the thin material of his boxers. You smirk when you feel his hips bucking into your warm touch.

"C'mon, pretty baby… ahh fuck..please" Bakugou curses, placing his hands on your nape

"Okay, but only ‘cause you asked so nicely. Good boy.." you praise as you tug on the waistband of his Dynamight themed boxers to let his throbbing cock spring free.

The sight makes your mouth water, causing you to lick your lips as you stifle back a moan. Everything about Bakugou is mesmerising -- from his vermillion eyes to his gorgeous scarred body, sculpted by a Greek god. His cock is no exception. He has an impressive girth,a perfect curve that always hits the right spots and prominent veins that run all along his shaft. He has the cutest happy trail and a fairly neat bush at his base.

Using the tip of your tongue you tease him by slowly licking the veins along his shaft – stopping momentarily to kiss his pretty pink tip.You make sure his cock is properly lubed up with a mixture of his pre and your saliva, before cupping your hand to give him a few teasing pumps while the other moves to tease his balls.

You feel Bakugou's strong hand on the back of your head slowly move down to cup your cheek. His thumb gently brushes your cheek again and he uses his index finger to tilt your chin up. You keep eye contact with him as you swirl your tongue around his tip – taking a moment to appreciate the blissful expression on his face and notice how tight he's gripping the edge of the mattress.

"No teasing… please.. ‘m not gonna last long" he begs as he jerks his hips up in an attempt to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself to take his cock down your throat. No matter how many times you've had sex with him you can never truly adjust to his size. He always leaves you with an aching jaw by the end of each scene.

Bakugou lets out a few shaky breaths and the most sinful moan when you finally start bobbing your head up and down his aching cock. You flatten your tongue out and try taking as much of him as you can. The right hand that was once pumping him length, now stroked the rest that didn’t fit inside your small mouth.

Above you, Bakugou becomes a whimpering mess. His tongue is lolled out, eye-cross and drooling slightly as he's overwhelmed with pleasure, causing his hands to grip the sheets even tighter. Every time you gag around his dick he prays that he isn't going to cum quickly but he can't help especially when he has the prettiest vixen going down on him, doing wonders.

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Y/n, I'm gonna.. Haaah" Before Bakugou can finish his sentence, he cums, filling your mouth to the brim. You swallow before any of it dribbles down your chin and go to waste, then finally letting go of Bakugou's cock with a lewd pop.

As you and Bakugou try to catch your breath, you start thinking about taking a shower to wash away all the accumulated filth from work.. You glance back up at Bakugou and examine his injuries again. His chest is heaving and his eyelids seem to drop. He notices you staring and you realise you must have a rather dishevelled appearance as him.

"Come on, stop staring. I told you that we need to shower and take care of your injuries" you scolded him as you rolled your eyes and got up from the floor – causing your knees to slightly wobble.

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart” He smirks, gripping your hips with both hands and tugging you towards him before you had the chance to escape.

Taglist

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Based on the prompts

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..''.

It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed….

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart”

[mudhamster]

PLEASE talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Be careful," was the cue.

Said by Shouto, casually, while Izuku wrapped the scarf around himself and smothered the empty shopping bag in his fist. He didn't smile as he turned around in the hallway and gave Shouto a long look. Be careful. While shopping. He was supposed to get cream and eggs, nothing more. He was still able to go shopping, wasn't he? It pissed him off. Icy and the rest of the class, the teachers and even Deku's mother acted as if he suddenly had the defense stats of a banana peel. A month ago, he was Almost-Might - and now this pitiful shitshow. Katsuki angrily sliced through the potato, splitting the cutting board in two and sinking the knife another centimeter into the wood of the counter. He didn't hear an answer, if there was one at all, because his cursing echoed off the tiles. Deku had lost AFO. Not his strength. His backbone. His ability to live a life without being pampered. It couldn't go on like this.

"Izuku," was all he said, later that day, looking over a still bandaged shoulder into the nerdy room in front of him. It was dark. The first hours of the night. "Kacchan." He didn't ask permission to enter and Deku didn't invite him in. Like the last days, he was shushed. Watched and punished with silence. He avoided his gaze and entered the room without a word.

[1130archives]

au where bakugo tries confessing to todoroki by giving him the top button of his uniform (closest to his heart) but todoroki doesn’t understand and is just like ??? thanks for the button ig ???? so bakugo takes it as a rejection but todoroki is actually just a little slow :((((

[bloodyziggy]

need a let the world burn for you x reader fic, idc idc idc

[venting-corner]

Writing prompt

MHA from a realist perspective:

Aiko always loved to snoop around and solve mysteries or find dirty secrets. From detective stories and her own experience she knew that not everything is as it seems and the more questions you ask, the less things will stay hidden. With her quirk, she could perfectly blend with the background, sneaking around places while being hidden in plain sight.

That's why when that student, Bakugou Katsuki, was kidnapped, Aiko didn't fully believe in Eraserhead's words. Why would villains take Bakugou, when the half of his class is much stronger than him? Then she remembered the sports festival. How Bakugou was toying with the gravity girl. How he didn't stand down even when his opponent had passed out. How he was chained to the podium by his so-called "teachers".

Was the reason for his kidnapping his behavior? That league of villains certainly looked like a group of misfits. From what she gathered at least two of them were mistreated in some way and most of them joined because of Stain's ideology about the corrupt hero system. Then that would mean that they saw themselves in Bakugou... If Bakugou didn't act like an aggressive dog, then maybe the league wouldn't have even set their eyes on him in the first place! Ha! That's what happens when you act like that and expect to not face the repercussions. Now, how to spread this without UA getting on her tail(pun not intended)... Eh, she'll find a way. That school needed to be knocked down a peg anyway

Welcome my OC in MHA!

Name: Aiko Arai

Quirk: classified

Profession: PI and reporter

[kiyasepicverse]

Based on this post by @z-mizcellaneous-z

Initially, it was supposed to be a VERY short fic but it turned into something bigger!

[loveisloveisacomplicatedgirl]

watching jurassic park has led my brain to wondering where the jurassic park/world bkdk au is at, is it any good, does it even exist, i can substitute it for an x reader fic, they did it with supernatural, bkdk can do it too

[viridianhero]

They are both good looking 😭