#bakugou’s mom

[n1c0d3mv5]

Okay guys but like Stacy’s Mom but with Kaminari and bakugo’s mom…

[yuwuta]

f2l with katsuki but there’s nobody who rides harder for you two being a couple than izuku. not in a weird pining threeway kind of way, just genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, he’s always believed you two should be together. he’s watched you two growing up, he’s chased after you two, he’s seen the way you both lean into each other and still find space to pull him in, too. he thinks you and katsuki deserve each other, he knows you two are meant for each other. it’s excruciating for izuku to watch you two not realize it for so long, heartbreaking to watch kacchan figure it out but not say anything, and the worst pain of all is watching you date other people because you’re too stubborn to realize your soulmate has been right next to you your entire life. it’s exhausting, and izuku is bitter about it.

and petty. whenever you mention you have a date, his response is always “is it with kacchan?” “huh? no, it’s—” “that’s too bad then.” he pretends not to remember any of your dates’ names and somewhere along the way he just stops pretending and really doesn’t care to learn them. he’s sweet and all smiles with everyone else, but the second someone other than katsuki is interested in you, there’s a straight frown on his lips. he’s out for drinks with katsuki and he’s noticed some guys eyeing him from across the restaurant, so izuku goes to greet them while katsuki is in the bathroom, all bright smiles and hero facade beaming as he signs the shorter one’s baseball cap with a sigh, “kacchan is handsome, right? you should see his girl, she’s stunning too,” capping the sharpie and any potential plans for flirting for the evening. he’s spent many nights gossiping with mitsuki and inko about you two, crying about how seeing you two dating other people is harder than any other mission he’s ever been sent on.

to a certain degree, he can respect the pining. he can understand the hesitation to make such a big change in a relationship that’s so foundational in your life. but, sometimes izuku just wants to shove the two of you in a locker and keep you in there until you decide to be together. he spends so much time with his chin in his palm, sighing with such yearning for a relationship that isn’t even his own. his eyes are soft right now, watching you and katsuki in the communal kitchen of the agency. there’s a slight glare shining through the glass walls, but he can see your smiles bright as day. you lean with your back to the counter, stirring your tea mindlessly as katsuki faces you, arms crossed but posture relaxed, no doubt saying something to rile you up judging by the slick grin on his face. you’re much shorter than him now, but izuku remembers the days when you were taller than both of them back in second grade. he thinks the height difference panned out nicely; kacchan could lean down and kiss you right now. izuku wishes he would. they only keep that tea in the cabinets for the days you decide to visit, and katsuki only teases to hear your sharp tongue counter him. he must be in a particularly good mood today—or maybe, he’s happy because you’ve visited—judging by the way he throws his head back with a hearty cackle after you’ve said something to him. that’s good, hopefully you’ll keep his spirits up when they leave for patrol later. izuku gets so caught up in his daydreaming that he’s startled when there’s a knocking on the glass, and now you’re next to it smiling at his startled face and waving to him. he looks at you, then back to katsuki, who’s shadowed you to the glass wall, hovering protectively like he always has. izuku shakes his head in disbelief, but waves back. he finds the glass fitting, a window he’s looking into. he just hopes the scene changes to something more romantic sooner rather than later.

[solarstranger]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE (4.9k)

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. halloween has always been the time for you to unwind—have fun, even—as a reprieve from the stresses work and life brought you. but when your best friend bakugou somehow shows up to the party in a not-so-forgiving costume, you suddenly find that the last thing you can do is relax. (read on ao3)

cw. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), post-ch 431: more, lots of cussing AND banter, explicit themes (which i will not delve into for the element of surprise, but be warned), apt amounts of yearning (because why not)

a/n. dedicated to @andypantsx3 who inadvertently unlocked a kink for me by merely shitposting about it (the power that you hold). i know halloween is still ages away, but this is just what i came up with lol so i hope you like it ms andie <3 and to everyone who will give this fic a chance. i love you all!

This was all supposed to be a joke.

At least, you’re pretty sure it started as one.

It all began with an off-hand suggestion during one of your weekly movie nights with the squad—a week before Mina’s annual Halloween party. It was Kaminari’s turn to host and pick the film, unfortunately enough, although the five of you have since accepted the fact that there was no way of skipping the electric hero’s round despite the majority vote being for it.

(Though you supposed it made sense for a man comically notorious for things never going his way to be exceptionally stubborn about things he can control.)

Either way, it was probably his stubborn will to (force you to) watch Cabin Fever that propelled you into a mildly dissociative state where—instead of tuning into the poorly rated flick playing animatedly in front of you—your mind drifted to the upcoming event, and the fact that you still didn’t have a costume to wear.

You figured it was probably too late to order something half-decent or have an entire ensemble tailored for you, not that you had any ideas for an individual outfit in the first place. Ever since getting closer to the squad three years ago, you’ve developed a preference for wearing group costumes, partly because it was fun and made identifying each other during parties easier, not to mention transformed the group photos into something else entirely, but mostly because it saved you the brain power to think of what to wear yourself.

So you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly disappointed when Mina first made the announcement that she was going solo this year.

“Sorry, guys,” she shot to the group chat with a pouting emoji at 1 in the morning on the day of your last hangout before the party. “I really want to be Princess Bubblegum for Halloween—at least once.”

Unsurprisingly, Kaminari and Sero immediately gave her shit for the last-minute proclamation, although they didn’t get to complain for far too long before the female suggested they dress up as Peter Parker and Harry Osborn in their superhero clothes, an idea that they just as quickly gobbled up as soon as she sent a link for ready-made suits.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was completely unfazed—you’d even think he was glad for the out, judging by how fast he came up with the decision to go as Crimson Riot.

Will he likely end up looking just like how he normally does?

Yes.

Are you still envious of him?

Also, yes.

You didn’t dare express your dissatisfaction, though, wary of potentially disheartening your closest girlfriend. At the very least, she deserved to embody the character she wanted, especially with how much effort she puts into hosting these parties every year.

Which left you alone and—most definitely—costume-less.

A predicament of yours that you wouldn’t be caught dead dwelling on if it weren’t for Kaminari’s mind-numbingly terrible taste in movies, and the oddly convenient fact that the living human sitting beside you on the two-seater sofa is the only other costume-less person left in your group.

“What.”

You startled, then—partly because you were actually dissociating, but also because you didn’t notice you were staring.

Enough to catch Bakugou’s attention.

“N-nothing,” you retorted, conscious of keeping your voice low.

“Out with it.”

You sighed. You’ve known the man long enough to understand he wouldn’t back down—even if it meant inadvertently disturbing the others.

“I was just thinking,” you started quietly, shifting uncomfortably in your shared seat, “Since we’re the only two left with no costumes, do you—maybe—wanna—do a duo set?”

A grunt. Then: “Whaddya have in mind?”

You paused. Definitely something that hid your body. You weren’t about to strut next to Bakugou in a slutty suit, nor were you confident enough in how you look to even dare to wear anything promiscious.

You swore you got an ad for some stupid combination a few days ago…

“Aha!” you found yourself unexpectedly exclaiming, which earned you a stink-eye from Kaminari and startled looks from the rest. You mumbled a sheepish sorry, before turning back towards the ash-blonde.

“I saw it on Facebook Marketplace,” you whispered, leaning slightly into the man, acutely aware of his familiar perfume. “A firefighter and a fire hydrant.”

Bakugou blinked at you, before: “You want to go as a fire hydrant?”

“Yeah!” you forced out a laugh, suddenly self-conscious. “What’s wrong with it? I always wanted to wear something stupid for Halloween.”

“A fire hydrant.”

“Stop sounding so incredulous, you dickhead.”

Bakugou stared at you for another beat, before looking away, shrugging. “Whatever. As long as I don’t look like a dumbass in that shit.”

“Of course, you won’t!” you chirped, fishing into your pocket for your phone so you could place the order despite knowing Kaminari would reprimand you for using gadgets while the film is playing. “We’ll be the hottest duo at the party.”

You didn’t mean to be right.

You only said what you said because you were, admittedly, over the moon about Bakugou surprisingly going along with your proposition—a much favorable response than the one you were expecting from the pro-hero.

You didn’t bother asking the seller about the measurements, either, having eyeballed the pictures and hastily deciding that it seemed like it was going to fit the ash-blonde. You weren’t about to lose the set to a much speedier, equally last-minute buyer.

It didn’t take long for you to receive the well-wrapped package, and you had his piece of the ensemble instantly delivered to his home the following day.

Weirdly enough, you didn’t hear any complaints from the man. Once you were sure he had claimed your mini gift bag, you certainly braced yourself for some expletives to come your way, laced with flak about the quality of the stitching, or criticism regarding the stiffness of the fabric, but none of that came.

Which, now that you’re standing on Mina’s front porch and gaping at the sight in front of you, suddenly makes sense.

Because you didn’t mean to be right—when you said you were going to be hot.

Well, certainly not you. The only curve on your body right now is the curve of the top of your flimsy fire hydrant costume.

But Bakugou?

You force your eyes away from how his shirt sleeves are clinging to his biceps for dear life.

“Don’t you look stupid.”

At the taunt, your gaze snaps back at the pro-hero, a reflex that you instantly regret when you’re once again met with the sight of his too-tight shirt that is tucked into, thankfully, not-as-tight (actually, loose) yellow pants, hands buried deep inside his pockets.

You scramble for a response.

“W-where’s your jacket?” you croak, “And hat?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow ever so minutely, as if in bemusement, before a wave of realization sweeps his features. He nods to the commotion behind him, “It’s hot inside. Had to take it off.”

“What?” you can’t help but frown, “You’re compromising the integrity of our costume set.”

You’re also making it a little hard to breathe, the pesky little voice in your head pipes up.

You slap a metaphorical hand over its metaphorical mouth.

Bakugou grins. “And you’re hilariously articulate for a fucking fire hydrant.”

“Fucking—”

“And before you spray at me,” he cuts you off, hands raised in mock surrender, “Mina’s looking for you. She wants to take pictures while her wig glue is still working.”

You’re losing him.

Scratch that—you’ve lost him.

And—jesus—you’ve never felt better.

As it turns out, you shot yourself in the foot when you unwittingly roped Bakugou into doing this with you, because you forgot the guy infuriatingly looks good in anything.

Even a baggy uniform set that you forced him to keep wearing despite his loud protests, citing the scalding, humid heat that’s becoming more and more unbearable with each passing moment, even to an in-denial you.

You argued it was to make sure people understood what you two were supposed to be, but really, it was for your own motherfucking sanity, and probably the sanity of every single individual in this party who is remotely attracted to men.

Because, had you known that that shirt was a complete and utter atrocity to mankind, you would’ve sent it back to that seller the minute you got the package.

No, actually. You would’ve burned it.

Besides, that excuse was pure bullshit to start with anyway, because being seen as a set is certainly the last thing you’re aiming for right now, not with how you’ve been avoiding the ash-blonde not just like a plague, but like all ten plagues of Egypt—swerving into tight corners and ducking under furniture as much as your not-so-inconspicous get-up allows you just to get away from him.

But you should’ve known better than to think you could hide from the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

The very Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, who’s currently peering menacingly down at you, where you’re stuffed—crammed in the small, dusty space between Mina’s sofa and the living room wall.

You laugh, although it comes out a bit stilted.

“…I can explain?”

That’s all you manage to get out—except for a squawk—when he suddenly lurches forward and grabs you by the wrist, bringing you to your feet in a flash. You don’t get to say anything in complaint before you find yourself already being dragged through a crowd of partygoers, the decidedly fuming man not bothering to excuse yourselves as he forces the people to make way through his sheer presence alone, like Moses parting the Red Sea.

You try to say sorry to every other person you bump into, forcing your mind not to focus on how ridiculous you must be looking right now—a frumpy fire hydrant being forcefully pulled by an angry firefighter—although you’re just as swiftly yanked from your stupor and the uncomfortable spotlight when you’re tugged up the staircase and into what you can only guess is Mina’s bedroom.

The door slams shut behind you once you’re inside, and you flinch, Bakugou’s back turned against you—although you don’t have to catch a glimpse of his face to know he’s mad.

Steeling yourself, you clear your throat.

“Look, Bakugou, I—”

“Are you pulling some kind of prank on me, because believe me, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

You gulp. “I—”

“What?” he finally turns to you, cutting you off, and you barely miss the sweat dripping down his temples as he scowls at you, “You what?”

“I w-was… I was just…”

He scoffs, a gruff, smug sound that causes you to stiffen. “What? Can’t even come up with a shitty excuse?”

At that, you bristle, and then open your mouth to spit something back, when you’re abruptly stopped in your tracks as Bakugou unceremoniously yanks the jacket and headpiece off of him, the aggressive motion leaving his muscles no choice but to strain against his stained-with-sweat compression shirt.

And, despite yourself, you stare.

“What?” you distantly hear him ask you—suspiciously—while you only blink at him, frozen.

You don’t know how much time passes between the two of you, but you don’t remember daring to move an inch, at least not until Bakugou says something again, effectively snapping you out of your trance.

“…’re you staring at, dumbass?”

You tense in attention, immediately averting your gaze. “N-nothing. I wasn’t s-staring—at a-anything.”

“…Huh.”

You whip to look at him. “What?”

He stares at you for another moment, the intimidation from earlier now long gone, having been replaced with—

Your train of thought gets completely derailed when he wordlessly takes a step closer to you, then another, then another, until your back collides with the door, and his arms are caging you in between them, and you’re desperately wishing you’d meld with the wood just to get away from—

To get away from—

From—

“I make you horny, is that it?”

Your jaw drops.

To your surprise, Bakugou isn’t smirking, or dripping with any sense of conceit.

Instead, he’s peering at you with something…

There’s no way in hell, but it’s almost akin to—

“Answer me.”

At that, you seize up, but—miraculously—manage to force out a cackle a second later. “Ha ha, very funny, Bakugou.”

“Now, come on,” you start, voice wobbly, moving to duck under his arm, but then he slams his hand against the door, and you—despite yourself—immediately straighten up back in position.

A glare. “I’m not asking you again.”

“Or else what?”

His eyes darken; you fight back a shudder.

“Or else I’m gonna have to pry it out of your fucking mouth.”

You frown. “How the hell are you—”

You can only squeak in shock when Bakugou—the Bakugou Katsuki—#5 pro-hero of all of Japan, but perhaps more importantly, one of your best friends for the past three years, all but smashes his lips against yours, instantly encasing your mouth in his.

You can’t help it—you don’t think there’s any way for you to help it—but you moan at the contact, arms shooting up to circle around his neck, just as his scarred ones plant themselves on your hips, yanking you right up next to him—so close that you feel the faint silhouette of what can only be his—

“Shut up,” he mumbles against your lips before you can say anything, immediately following it up with another open-mouthed kiss.

“W-what,” you retort as well as you can despite his barrage of attacks, squirming under his harsh hold, “I didn’t—mmm—say—anything.”

To your chagrin, he pulls away ever so slightly, a petulant frown on his face. “You were about to shoot me with a belated comeback, you smartass.”

You break into a grin. “Well, I’m not the one with a hard-on.”

“That’s it.”

You barely stop yourself from yelping when Bakugou all but tears your costume apart with one strong tug, a loss that you would most definitely regret if it weren’t for that display of strength just now embarrassingly sending a shot of arousal down your veins, causing you to fail to tamp down a shiver.

Unfortunately, this subtle reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou, who only smirks knowingly at you as he tosses the onesie aside, staring at you in all your barely clothed glory. “So I do make you horny.”

You flame. “Y-you know, you shouldn’t be all cocky when you’re dick is literally standing as erect as you.”

That makes Bakugou bark out a stunned laugh, which makes you smile in spite of yourself.

Instead of spewing a quip right back at you, though, he leans in again, pressing a contrastingly soft peck on your lips. “Never said you didn’t have the same effect on me, princess.”

You gape at him. “As a fire hydrant?”

Bakugou visibly falters, and you snort, which earns you a flick on the forehead.

“Obviously, not in that suit,” he remarks, hands finding their way back on your hips, rubbing soothing circles on the covered flesh. “But that’s what the imagination is for, right?”

Your eyes widen. “Y-you mean—you’ve—”

“Yeah,” he replies, not letting you finish, tone uncharacteristically quiet. “I-is that—uh—alright?”

Fuck.

Well, then.

You’ve always believed honesty begets honesty.

Which is why you say the next thing.

“Yes. It’s more than alright.”

Apparently, that response is more than alright to him, because Bakugou hoists you up in his arms like you barely matched the weight of a small sack of potatoes, but not before diving in for another kiss—one that’s equally as frantic and hot as the last few ones—if not more.

“We—mmm—shouldn’t be—doing this,” you try to say as he carries you to the bed, although it’s hard to focus when Bakugou’s relentless in his assault on your lips, tongue determined in exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Bakugou—”

“Katsuki,” he corrects you so sourly that you’d laugh it weren’t for the fact that you’re now—quite literally—sprawled helpless underneath the man, who’s now towering over you on—

Fuck.

Mina’s bed, of all places.

“Mina’s gonna kill us if she finds out.”

He scoffs. “Mina’s the one to blame, anyway. We wouldn’t be in this situation if she didn’t abandon ship in the first place.”

At that, and despite yourself, you stiffen. “You mean—this is just—”

“There you go again. Overthinking shit.”

“I am not—”

Bakugou shuts you up with another kiss. You return it.

He pulls back, the earlier humor in his countenance now having made way for palpable seriousness. “I want this, dumbass. I’ve wanted this. Mina just happened to make it happen sooner than planned.”

“Y-you know, you’re giving Mina all the credit, when I was the one who invited you to do the costumes with me.”

“Right,” he grins, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture so soft you don’t know how to react. “I guess I have to thank you, too, then.”

“Thank me by taking off your clothes,” you quip, clawing at the waistband of his pants, “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Damn. Okay, princess.”

At that, Bakugou moves to take off his still-ridiculously tight shirt first by his nape, when—out of nowhere—everything hits you, and the word is already out of your mouth before you can rein it in.

“Wait.”

Bakugou freezes, top midway off his torso, revealing his mouth-watering abs and motherfucking happy trail.

You have to wrench your eyes away from them.

“I change my mind,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze, opting to stare blankly at the ceiling instead. “I want you to keep it on.”

“…Oh, shit.”

Your head snaps back to look at him. “What?”

To your chagrin, Bakugou only chuckles before shaking his head. “You weren’t kidding, when you—”

“If you’re just gonna shame me,” you interject, partly because you’re terrified of the remaining half of his sentence, “Then you better kiss your orgasm goodbye.”

“I’m not gonna—” he trails off, defensive, before sighing, “Jesus, you’re stubborn when you’re embarrassed.”

You harumph, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“But, fine,” he eventually says after a brief moment of silence, catching your attention. “I actually wanted to be naked with you, but if this is what you want, then I’ll keep it on.”

He seems to hesitate for a moment, before—ultimately—flashing you a not-at-all disarming smirk. “That’s what the second time is for, right?”

“S-second time?”

At your query, his sneer falters, instantly replaced with a frown. “Yeah.”

“Are we talking friends with benefits? Or…”

Now, you’d think you just accused this man of being a serial killer with how he’s looking at you with blatant offense, features contorted so painfully you’ve got half a mind to smooth down the creases on his skin.

“I’m just kiddi—”

“Seriously? Fuck buddies?”

You pout. “I was just—”

“Fuck, no. We’re gonna date,” he points between the two of you, “You and I.”

“Alright,” you affirm before he can ramble even more, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his scarred one. He immediately relaxes.

“We’re gonna date,” you parrot for confirmation, and he nods sternly, “For realsies. And we’re gonna tell the squad when it feels right.”

“I mean, if we don’t get caught fucking here tonight.”

That grants him a slap to the arm, which he takes in stride, laughing.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he snickers.

“Then quit fucking with me and just fuck me, dickhead.”

“Gladly,” he retorts with a grin, leaning in, “But there’s something I want to do first.”

That’s all the warning you get before Bakugou tugs your tank top off of you in one swift motion, momentum slightly interrupted with his scrambling to unfasten your bra a beat later, although he manages to wrangle it away from you after a few more seconds of struggle, making you laugh.

Though that laugh all but dies in your throat the moment Bakugou lifts the undergarment off your torso, finally revealing your naked breasts in front of the man, and despite yourself, you squirm under the heat of his stare, bringing a hand up to cover yourself, although you don’t even get to your stomach before he’s reaching out to restrain you, eyes never leaving your chest.

“Fuck.”

You chuckle nervously. “I hope that’s a good ‘fuck’.”

“Obviously,” he spits back, although there’s not much of a bite to it. “C-can I touch them?”

You nod. “Please. Do whatever you want.”

That makes Bakugou grin even wider, though you don’t get to focus too much on his reaction before you’re groaning at his surprisingly firm grip, his big, strong hands wasting no time in fondling and groping at your breasts. You think you hear him mutter something under his breath—a curse, maybe—although you’re too dazed to decipher what it is, mind honing into nothing but the pleasure of his deft thumbs fiddling with your now-pebbled nipples.

“Your mouth, Katsuki,” you find yourself saying a minute later, eyes fluttering closed.

“…What?”

“Use—ugh—your mouth on me.”

“Oh, right. Okay.”

Now, whatever carnality you derived from Bakugou’s hands playing with your chest suddenly pales in comparison the second his warm mouth latches onto your nipple, a sensation so foreign yet so welcome that you can’t help but moan aloud, a response that immediately earns you a hand over your lips to silence you.

“Keep quiet,” he mumbles over your chest, but not before flicking over the stiff tip with his tongue, “Or else they’re gonna find out.”

To your surprise, the very thought of being caught in the act sends a wave of pleasure down your spine, making you shudder in gross anticipation—an almost imperceptible movement any ordinary man would normally miss.

Unfortunately, Bakugou is far from ordinary.

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop in favor of peering down at you, eyes narrowed into a squint. “You’re more of a pervert than I anticipated.”

That makes you flush. “I am not a pervert.”

“Sure, princess. Whatever you say.”

“I am not a pervert!”

“Shhh,” he whispers, a snarky expression written all over his features. “The more you insist, the harder it is to believe you.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

You make a move to shove him away from you and to get out of the bed, but you don’t even get to get him to budge an inch, nor get to drag your butt a foot closer towards the edge—not when he tugs you back in your place so effortlessly, once again caging you into the mattress in between his muscled arms.

He tuts. “You never let me finish, princess. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“You’re unbelievable, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki,” he corrects you again, frowning. “Now, tell me. What do you want me to do to you?”

You glare up at him. “I want you to let me go.”

“Honesty, princess. I’ve been nothing but honest with you this entire night. The least you can do is return the favor.”

“…Fine,” you eventually spew after a brief moment of silence. “I want to ride you.”

Whatever Bakugou expected you to say, it definitely wasn’t that.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, didn’t you? I said I want to ride you,” you proclaim before pausing, debating on whether or not you should say the next thing, ultimately deciding on it. “I-I’ve always wanted to ride a uniformed officer, anyway.”

Bakugou lets out a choked sound. “And you say I’m the unbelievable one.”

You huff. “Are you gonna let me, or not?”

“Jesus. Stubborn and impatient,” he laughs, before leaning back to sit on his haunches. “Okay, let’s switch places, then.”

You don’t offer a rebuttal to his suggestion, opting to merely follow suit and exchange positions, albeit begrudgingly. You don’t waste another second in pulling the remaining articles of your clothing off of you, tossing your shorts and panties to the side just as Bakugou pulls down his pants to finally reveal his hardened dick, the mere size of which causes you to swallow in nervous excitement despite yourself.

“Fuck,” he groans from where he’s now laying back on the pillows, staring at your pussy. “Look at you.”

“Look at you yourself,” you retort, absentmindedly bringing a hand to your core to spread your essence over your now throbbing clit. “You’re so big.”

“Shit, staring at my dick makes you want to play with yourself?” he laughs-coughs, raising a hand to caress your bare waist. “You’re something else.”

“Hurry up and fuck me, Katsuki,” you plead, inching your way closer to the man until you’re hovering over his naked pelvis, cock standing just a few centimeters away from where you need him the most.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to ride a uniformed officer, didn’t you? Use my dick, then. Make yourself feel good on it.”

“Okay, but if I get tired, then you—”

Whatever you were planning on saying to the ash-blonde gets rudely thrown out of the proverbial window when Bakugou—without warning—thrusts up into you, fully sheathing himself into your pussy, making you choke out a strangled moan, a moan so loud that it earns you a slap to the mouth in a feeble attempt to silence you.

“Fuck,” you cry, “You—fucking—”

“I know you want to be caught like the little pervert you are, but if you want to cum before somebody barges in on us, then keep quiet.”

To that, you can only nod in resigned confirmation before Bakugou finally starts moving, hips thrusting in a stable pace—in and out, in and out—while all you can do is bite roughly on your lips, barely managing to contain your groans.

Thankfully, Bakugou notices this sooner than later, and the moment he does, he’s scooping you closer to him until your laying flat in front of him—your naked chest firmly plastered against his tightly clothed torso—seizing your mouth into another searing kiss to silence your ever growing sounds that’s slowly rivaling the distant booming of music beyond the bedroom door.

Somehow, although in hindsight you think it’s because of Bakugou’s bruising grip on your hips, you eventually start getting a grip back on reality, opting to experimentally sway your pelvis against the man’s incessant pounding, an effort that the pro-hero immediately encourages the second his cock slips a little bit deeper inside of you, causing the both of you to groan against each others lips.

“Fuck, just like that,” he rasps, arms still circled tightly around you, “You’re doing great, princess.”

You don’t respond to the praise, letting your clenching pussy speak for itself, choosing to lean back, grab his one hand and placing it on your chest instead, while taking the other and plopping it down on your thigh. And when Bakugou only glances at you in confusion—albeit not stopping his assault on your hole—you toss him a half-lidded look, before bringing his thumb to your clit.

No further words are exchanged as realization dawns on the ash-blonde’s features, fingers immediately getting to work, rubbing alternating circles and figure-eights on your bud. Acutely aware of the fact that Bakugou can’t swallow your moans away in this position anymore, you bite on your lip—hard—the sensation—mixed with the feeling of his cock nestled deep within you and his finger playing with your clit while his other hand latches onto your bare chest—prompting your orgasm to come sooner than expected.

“Fuck, Katsuki. I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Really?” Bakugou asks—tone breathy as if he can’t believe you’re actually close and it’s all because of his doing. “Cum for me, then, baby. Be a good fucking girl and cum for me.”

And, as if emboldened by your impending climax, Bakugou doubles up on his efforts, heels digging into the firm cushion to give him further leverage to thrust up into you harder—harder than ever before, all the while pressing firmly against your clit, and it’s this mind-spinning combination that finally drives you over the edge, and you cum.

And cum.

And cum.

Bakugou finishes right with you, just barely biting back a hoarse groan, hips spasming against yours as he shoots loads and loads of cum into your pussy.

You completely collapse on top of the man not too long after that, his softening dick still firmly burrowed inside of you, although neither of you make a move to remove it. You vaguely register Bakugou’s arms coming up to wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him, though you can’t find it in you to complain.

A brief moment of stillness passes between you.

It’s Bakugou, though, who ultimately breaks the silence.

“You didn’t just fuck me because I was dressed in a uniform, did you?”

“Uh…”

He jolts underneath you, snapping to look at your face. Unable to hold back, you glance up at him, laughing.

“I’m just kidding, you big idiot. I’d fuck and date you even if you were dressed as a fire hydrant.”

Bakugou huffs—borderline snorts—before lying back down onto the pillows, smiling. “Good.”

A barrage of knocks resounds from the doorway.

You and Bakugou whip to look at each other, eyes wide with alarm.

“Uh, guys?” comes a muffled voice, which you can only guess belongs to Mina, “I’m happy you two finally fucked, but come on, seriously? My bedroom?”

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[willowser]

katsuki plays with your son's ears.

without thinking, really. it started when he was a newborn, and katsuki was unable to get over how soft your son's skin was—so squishy and tender and fresh, made of velvet—and it's followed the both of them all this way. whenever they're sitting together, either at the table or on the couch or with your little boy in his father's lap, you'll always see katsuki's hand come up to lightly fiddle with your son's little earlobe. tug on it, pass it back and forth between his thumb and his pointer.

you think it's an absent-minded comfort thing, for katsuki, like how he plays with the clasp of your necklace, sitting warm at the nape of your neck, or how he drums his fingers against your arm when he's waiting too long for something. how he keeps a hand on his chest when he's laying down, like he wants to feel his heartbeat beneath his skin, or how he rubs his hands on his pants even when they shouldn't be sweaty, just to be safe.

you notice your son doing it to himself when katsuki's out of the country, and then you notice him doing it to you, too.

just the same way—without thought, a little habit; after a bath, you're trying to wind down for bedtime by letting your son sit in your lap and lean back into your chest, his full little belly from dinner poking out under his pajama shirt. and then he rubs at his eyes and yawns and plays with his hair for a second, before reaching up to find your earlobe. to feel it softly between his fingers as he sighs, relaxed and sleepy.

(you'll remember to tell katsuki later, after you've tucked your little one in and are propping your phone up in the kitchen for a quick facetime chat. when the call finally connects, he almost immediately leans closer to the screen, to see you better, and you see his elbow prop up, his hand raise and the tendons of his wrists shifting as he fiddles with something you can't see—but something you know, anyway.)

[nnikoneko]

The boys and a gay man

[xskyll]

I love the idea of a Support Course Izuku who was always aspiring toward that goal. Little kid Izuku meets Bakugou and is like hmm. But then he finds out his parents are fashion designers, which is sort of similar to making hero costumes, and suddenly he wants to hang out all the time. All Might rescues him from the slime villain, and All Might is like, "I am here!" and Izuku is all, "You are here! David Shield's partner! Wow!"

[gemgdynamight0]

Parents in mha universe are so chill because this reaction right here isn't what you would say about your child soldier son who just got revived from death and has to go against the most dangerous and vilest villain boss out there. This is the type of reaction you would have if your son was an athlete attending the Olympics and was about to go against a three-time gold medalist😭😭

"oh no no I can't watch this, he's about to go against this legend who has won the Olympics three times in a row" 😭

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

agere bakugou katsuki headcanons !!

— requested by @v4mpiirew1tch —

— cw: trauma and swearing —

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

💥 - usually regresses to be about four years old since that’s when his quirk came in, but katsuki has a massive range of ages that he fluctuates between with a lot of overlap in behaviors. like sometimes he’ll be in an older headspace but still need a pacifier to self-sooth or he’ll be in a younger headspace and still wanting to engage with his older interests (I also love the headcanon people have where he pretends to be older than he is!! Chefs kiss to whoever came up with that one). if we’re being honest, he’s likely on the scale of being a perma-regressor but he can barely handle the fact that he regresses at all so no one really brings that up.

💥 - very prone to tantrums and meltdowns. his nervous system is chronically dysregulated and he really struggles getting a handle on his emotions. he’s either feeling things too strongly or not strongly enough and the former usually occurs in tandem with his rocky headspace. he tries really hard to be good but he just struggles when he’s on his own and it’s really helpful to have a caregiver sitting with him and helping him regulate. more often than not, it helps for him to physically move (running, breaking things, ect) so sometimes his caregivers just send him off to break down boxes or run around a training field or whatever other busy work they can give him that gets out his energy. when he’s alone and upset, however, he just shuts himself away in his room and rocks back and forth in the dark until all the bad feelings go away (autistic bakugou my beloved <3).

💥 - he likes learning when he’s small!! his favorite activity is any kind of early language assignment meant for young kids because it helps him feel young while also being productive use of his time. he gets antsy if he’s too bored, though, so he has to constantly be switching what types of work sheets he’s doing or even what subject it is. he also likes those educational kids cartoons but he’s banned from watching any that ask the audience for answers (think like dora the explorer) because he’d get too rowdy with it. there is only so many times you can hear a toddler yelling “FUCK YEAH” from the living room because they knew the answer to a basic math question.

💥 - he hates wearing his hearing aids when he’s small because it can be overwhelming and overstimulating (whereas he refuses not to wear them when he’s feeling older because he hates feeling different or like he’s missing something). when he’s especially young, he’ll do baby babble in sign language which sometimes turns to babble signing basic words for what he wants and you just have to hope you understand him. if you don’t, he WILL cry about it.

💥 - aizawa has a sticker chart for his behavior, particularly in the classroom, where he gets to pick the stickers when he’s good and aizawa picks the stickers when he’s misbehaving. it sounds low stakes but aizawa has ZERO sympathy for little boys that break the rules and consistently uses terrible bootleg all might stickers that irritate katsuki in how ugly and inaccurate they are. katsuki is extremely competitive and there is nothing he won’t do to win against aizawa and have a chart full of REAL and AUTHENTIC all might stickers. he’d rather riot against the school than allow for such a travesty. in general, katsuki makes it his life’s mission to make aizawa’s life hell (but in the most baby-fied way possible) and aizawa matches that energy every single time. everyone finds aizawa’s beef with a baby very funny and aizawa mostly puts up with it because he likes knowing that katsuki trusts him enough to misbehave like an actual child after years of perfectionism and volatility.

💥 - he really likes bears and tigers. that’s it. that’s the tweet. he has teddy bears and tiger plushies and he loves when you point out that his black and orange color scheme is similar to a tiger’s. he WILL get pissed if someone says that lions are the king of the jungle because it’s actually the tiger. he isn’t big on pet names but he doesn’t mind being called cub or bear specifically because of how much he likes tigers and bears. except koala bears— he hates those.

💥 - a lot of his regression is trauma related and he usually slides down to his younger ages when he’s triggered. he has a lot of nightmares too so he often wakes up crying and feeling really small. there’s an open door policy for any of his caregivers (I usually imagine aizawa, midoriya, or kirishima) that lets him waddle into any of their rooms to snuggle up with them if he’s having a particularly bad night. in general, he has a couple code words that he can text people (assuming he isn’t actively melting down) for when he’s regressing and needs help.

[theteddybearknight]

Years later and I will still never be over how good My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising was.

Hands down it is still my favorite of the MHA movies. Also, that era on the internet - the absolute uproar the swept over Twitter and Tumblr. I remember just when the trailer alone dropped - people went ballistic over it.

Honestly, I think the movie held up to all the hype, at least for me. Sure, there’s a few things I would change, but mostly just to fuel the fangirl side of me - otherwise, it’s near perfect.

[kimmie2me]

Lasagna Drama

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pro Hero!Bakugou x AFAB!Pro Hero!Brat!Reader

.....

You’ve been beat up enough times to know when you’ve hit your limit, but today? You feel like you’ve crossed some invisible threshold. Every single bruise, every single cut feels like it's been painted with the loudest, most obnoxious color of exhaustion. Villains really do have the worst timing—especially when you're just one bad decision away from completely losing your shit.

There’s something about fighting solo, about handling every explosive attack and every screaming villain on your own that drains you. But being the hero that you are, you keep pushing through, doing the job. The second you finish cleaning up the mess, though, the press—fucking press—are there, asking their stupid fucking questions like always.

They’re practically vultures, swarming around like they’re starving for something to tear into, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Every question is like they’re poking at an open wound.

Questions..questions..blah, blah blahh.

"So, are we invited to you and Dynamight's wedding?" the reporter asks, voice overly enthusiastic.

What.

You tilt your head slowly towards them at the speed of a snail, your exhausted eyes narrowing with so much venom it could melt through steel. A bleeding cut on your forehead sends a reminder of how badly you want to snap, but you hold back, fighting for just one last ounce of control. "Can you come to the wedding? CAN YOU. COME. TO THE WEDDING?" Your voice is slow and deliberate, every word dragging with the weight of your exhaustion and irritation. "NO THE FUCK YOU CAN’T! AND WHO SAID I’M GETTING MARRIED, HUH??"

You’re practically spitting, the anger bubbling up as you point a shaky finger at the reporter—though it's less for dramatic flair and more because you're trying not to pass out from your head throbbing. The crowd watches, stunned by your bluntness. The blood dripping down your face is probably the cherry on top of this glorious shitshow.

"MATTER OF FACT, GET THE HELL OUTTA MY FACE!"

Another reporter, some idiot you didn't try to locate in this sea of absolute buffoons trying to ask about your condition, gets a response that’s just as brutal. "AND WHOEVER ASKED IF I'M OKAY—" You gesture to the bruises, the cuts, the swelling on your face. The swelling in your brain too, probably. "ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND? ‘CAUSE YOU MUST BE TO ASK ME THAT SHIT QUESTION."

The PR team, their faces pale, looks like they’ve seen hell itself. They try to rush in and intervene, but it's too late. They’ve all seen this before—this version of you, who doesn’t take shit from anyone, even when she’s on the brink of collapse.

But this moment? It’s a whole new level.

A disaster.

A train wreck.

And it’s all caught on camera.

.....

Hours later, you walk into the apartment, expecting to finally see Bakugou at work on the lasagna, or at least close to being done. Because, god, you're hungry. You've been requesting (read: begging) him all week and it took a while, but you finally got him to say yes. Even if it was very reluctant.

Instead, you’re met with the sight of him lounging on the couch, his arms behind his head like he’s been living the life while you were off doing actual work. And today was his day off! He had all day to make it!

You freeze in the doorway, your eyes narrowing. “What the hell is this?” you snap, voice dripping with annoyance.

He doesn’t even look at you, just casually glancing at the TV where your earlier press meltdown is playing on loop. You’re there, in full glory, flipping the camera off and shouting at the reporters like you’re about to spontaneously combust from frustration. The volume’s up, and you can hear yourself getting progressively louder, each sentence punctuated by Bakugou’s quiet laughter.

"Did you seriously not even start yet?” you seethe, already feeling the heat of frustration building. "Where's the lasagna?"

“Yeaahh about that," he drawls "Yer not gettin’ that lasagna,” he says, his tone flat but with the faintest hint of amusement.

The weight of his words hits you like a ton of bricks, and you nearly stumble, caught off guard. “Wait—what? No,no, no. You said—..! But why!?”

His smirk deepens, and though he doesn’t laugh, there’s a glint in his eyes. “You go shoutin’ yer mouth off on national TV, actin’ like a brat, and you think I’m gonna reward that with lasagna? No way, Cupcake. Gotta teach you some self-control.”

Your heart plummets. The devastation is real, and you’re .3 seconds from a meltdown. "But—'Suki! They kept asking me stupid questions! Plus, I'm bleeding and hurt and in pain!” You point at your bruises, your puppy-dog eyes in full force, desperate to sway him. “You’re just gonna hold my lasagna hostage?”

He raises an eyebrow, his mouth flattening into a look that’s somehow both deadpan and amused. “Yup. Sucks, don’t it?” His tone is full of mock sympathy, but he can barely keep himself from chuckling when he catches the absolute betrayal written across your face.

Every ounce of bratty energy in you rallies to make your case, to somehow earn back the lasagna you’ve waited for. And you swear, from the way his shoulders shake, that he’s one second from cracking up, even if he’ll never admit it.

You start with the tried-and-true techniques, laying it on thick with a pout that would break any heart softer than Bakugou’s. He’s still ignoring you, now scrolling through comments about your press conference antics on his phone, his lip twitching as he takes in the spectacle you’d made of yourself.

“Kaaaaatttsukiiiii,” you draw out his name in a long, syrupy whine, leaning against the couch in a way that has you looking small and weary. “Look at me—don’t you feel even a little sorry for me?”

One look at you, with your bruised cheek and dark circles, and he does soften for a second, but only a second. His mouth tilts into something of a smirk, his eyes glinting with deadpan amusement. “Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “You dug this hole yourself, Cupcake. Gotta learn somehow, right?”

“Learn?” you gasp, clutching your heart dramatically. “I saved a whole block of people! And all I wanted was some lasagna.”

He only raises an eyebrow, nodding at the TV where a rerun of the press conference plays. “Maybe if ya kept that pretty mouth shut, you’d be eating it by now.”

You press your lips together and shoot him a glare.

Fine. Time to step up your game.

You drag yourself into the living room and flop onto the couch, sighing loudly enough for him to hear. Then, even louder, you moan, “Can’t believe I’m starving in my own home.”

Still nothing. He doesn’t even look up from his phone. What a meanie. So, you ramp up the theatrics, muttering all kinds of melodramatic things under your breath, but every attempt only earns you a muttered, “Yer not starvin’, drama queen. Eat some leftovers or somethin'.”

With a scoff, you sink back onto the couch, dramatically placing your hand over your face as if you might pass out any second. “Fine, then! I guess this is how it ends... Left to waste away, bruised and abandoned. And hungry.”

Bakugou snorts, completely unmoved. “You’re such a pain,” he mutters, shaking his head. But he’s only encouraged by the little grin he’s barely hiding, scrolling through the comments online with a wicked kind of enjoyment.

You’re about to give up—but not just yet. So, you put on your best big, teary eyes and head over to his side of the couch, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. “'Suki, please,” you say in a soft, pitiful voice. “Do you really want me to suffer after the day I’ve had?”

Without even looking down at you, he flicks your hand off, murmuring, “Don’t pull that pitiful act on me. Told ya, I’m not makin’ you shit.”

A few agonizing minutes pass, with him still ignoring your efforts as he scrolls on his phone like what he's watching is just the best thing in the world. Finally, with all your usual tactics exhausted, you pull out your last resort—the one card guaranteed to make him surrender his holdout. You hated (not really) to pull out the trump card when things didn't go in your favor, but hey. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Behold: The Mitsuki card.

A smirk plays on your lips as you grab your phone and sneak into the bedroom. Bakugou doesn’t even notice you’re gone, too busy scrolling through comments, probably snickering at people analyzing every part of your outburst.

You dial the number, and Mitsuki picks up on the second ring, her voice bright and full of concern. “Hey, sweetheart! You alright? I saw that press video today—those reporters looked like they’d been scolded by the damn principal!”

You sigh dramatically, just enough to paint the picture. “Oh, I’m fine… just a little sore, really. Sorry you had to see that. I took some hits, had a rough day. And now…” You add a slight quiver to your voice, “… now I’m barely getting by, Mitsuki ma'am. Katsuki refuses to feed me after everything I went through today. Said I don’t deserve it. He promised me too. It's okay though..I'll just have some leftovers. I wanted to just talk to someone who's on my side.”

There’s a deadly silence on the other end of the line, and you can practically feel Mitsuki’s rage building. “Wait, wait. He refuses to feed you?!” Her voice spikes with indignation. “That little brat. You tell him if he doesn’t get his act together, I’m coming over there right now! And of course, I'm on your side! Hell, I would've done exactly the same!”

“Thank you and, believe me, I’ve tried.” You sigh, putting every ounce of your frustration into it. “All I wanted was some lasagna, but he’s acting like I committed some crime.”

“Well, he won’t be actin’ smug when I’m done with him.” Mitsuki’s tone is so sharp, you almost feel bad for him. Almost. “You just hang tight, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it.”

You thank her sweetly, ending the call and walking back to the living room with a triumphant smile, watching as Bakugou continues to chuckle at his phone. He raises an eyebrow as you sit down, looking suspicious. “What’re you so happy about?”

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, a little too casually.

He gives you a long, side-eyed glance before turning back to his phone, mumbling something under his breath. He’s still grinning like a smug cat as he reads through more comments, clearly reveling in the mayhem you’ve caused. The seconds tick by, and you’re waiting, barely containing the anticipation.

Then—buzz buzz buzz. His phone starts ringing. His dumb grin drops at it, sees “Ma🤦🏼‍♂️” flashing on the screen, and he mutters something unintelligible. He lets it ring a few times, thinking she’ll give up, but Bakugou Mitsuki is nothing if not persistent.

Ring… ring… ring.

Finally, with a huff of exasperation, he answers. “What, old hag?”

“What?! That’s how you answer your mother? Especially after starvin’ that poor girl who’s had a rough day?” Mitsuki’s voice is so loud, you’re sure even the neighbors can hear it. Bakugou pulls the phone back from his ear, wincing, and you’re fighting every instinct not to burst out laughing.

“Ma, she’s fine—”

“Fine?! Fine, is she?!” Mitsuki snaps. “I saw that press video on the news! The girl’s out there practically bleedin’ her guts out, and you won’t even give her a plate of lasagna? You selfish little punk!”

Bakugou groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Ma, she doesn’t need—”

“Listen here, Katsuki. You’re gonna give that girl a big ol’ plate of lasagna, and you’re gonna get her some damn ice cream to go with it, too, or so help me, I’ll come over there and make it for her myself!”

He tries to stammer a response, but she’s already launched into another tirade, laying it on thick about the importance of compassion, especially to those who put their lives on the line for others. By the end, his face is a mix of annoyance and exhaustion.

Finally, she hangs up, and Bakugou stands there, completely defeated. “You just had to go and pull in the old hag, huh?”

You give him the sweetest, most innocent smile you can muster. “All I wanted was dinner, 'Suki.”

With a begrudging sigh and glare, he stomps over to the fridge, grabs the ice cream, and scoops a heaping bowl.

Bakugou thuds the bowl of ice cream down in front of you. “Here,” he says, and his tone drips with irritation. “Happy now?”

You flash him a saccharine smile, knowing he’s gritting his teeth behind that scowl. “Getting there,” you say, taking a huge spoonful of ice cream. You savor it slowly, letting him watch as you relish every bite. "This will help me stay alive while I wait on that lasagna you’re finally making.”

Rolling his eyes, he mutters something about “goddamn brats” and stomps back to the counter to get started on the lasagna from scratch. He’s measuring ingredients with an irritated efficiency, muttering curses as he moves between the stove and the counter, clearly making a point to be loud with every spoon clang and pan scrape. You can’t help but smirk, lounging at the table with your ice cream while he seethes his way through the prep.

“Y’know, you could just admit you’re glad to make me dinner,” you tease, trailing a finger around the rim of your ice cream bowl.

“Shut up,” he growls, not even looking at you. “Only doin’ this ‘cause you’re about two seconds from callin’ my mom back.”

You laugh, knowing you’ve won. He knows it, too, and you can tell by the way his jaw tightens. But he’s still at it, chopping, stirring, and layering with perfect precision. He even throws in extra herbs like he’s really trying to impress you—or maybe it’s just his stubborn pride refusing to serve you anything less than perfect, even if he’s fuming the whole time.

When the lasagna finally slides into the oven, he gives you a long, exasperated look, as if you’re personally responsible for the next forty minutes he’ll spend waiting for it to cook. Because you were. Meanwhile, you’re content, scraping the last of the ice cream and smiling as sweetly as possible.

“Looks like you’re the real MVP tonight, 'Suki,” you say with a grin, earning a deadpan glare as he slouches in the couch besides you, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it,” he mutters, but he’s got a reluctant smirk, that little glint in his eyes betraying him.

As you savor the victory lasagna, taking big, dramatic bites and humming with exaggerated satisfaction, Bakugou watches you with a mixture of grumpy defeat and faint amusement. You’re absolutely eating it up—literally and figuratively—relishing how the whole thing turned out exactly the way you wanted. You even add a contented sigh, just to drive the point home.

“Happy now?” he mumbles, feigning irritation as he leans back in the couch.

“Completely,” you reply, all too pleased. “Though... later I might need a few cuddles to really recover from today.”

He gives you a look that could curdle milk. “Okay, now you’re pushin’ it.”

But you just grin, because you know damn well you’ll probably get your way. After all, you got ice cream, lasagna, and a little victory over Bakugou and his mom tonight. Cuddles? That’s just a matter of time.

All in a day’s work.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Bakugou: "Yeah, De- Izumi did that all the time. We had to watch her during playtime to make sure she didn't eat something she wasn't supposed to."

Years ago, at the creek:

Bakugou: *looks back and sees Izumi shove something in her mouth*

Bakugou: "WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!"

Izumi: *takes off at a run*

Bakugou, pushing everyone off the log to run after her, never falls and gets his weird complex: "DON'T RUN AWAY DEKU WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!"

Yeah. Bakugou was assigned Izumi duty and it never quite stopped.

Not that he's much nicer to her with his weird ass issue since she refuses heroics.

He did used to beat the shit out of her and would still if it wasn't for Yagi being around. Izumi got offered OFA, by it turned it down at the sports festival, offering instead to help him find a successor.

Bakugou had followed her and overheard. Bow he has a new goal himself- get that Quirk. He refuses to do anything else.

[aitchhdee]

Alright, imagine you and Bakugou are patiently waiting outside the registry office, along with your loved ones under their umbrella as the rain gently fell from the overcast sky. The moment was finally here, the day you and Katsuki would officially become married.

Your mood had been down a bit in the morning since it was raining, but hearing your family and friends talking happily, not minding the rain at all, did improve your mood. Glancing around, you eyes landed on Bakugou's mother, a bit further away from everyone. She was lost in her own thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips as she absentmindedly toyed with the end of her umbrella. Your expression softening at that, seeing the fierce mother all calm and happy. Probably thinking of her son's journey along with all the memories with Katsuki since he was little and how far he has come now.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you, your eyes getting glassy with he though of how time has passed. Even though Bakugou's mother had been fierce and would bicker with his son constantly, she was a pillar of support throughout your and his relationship, always there with words of encouragement and a caring presence, along side with his father Masaru. You knew the Bakugou family care and love each other dearly. Seeing her lost in reflection, with a soft smile etched upon her face, filled your heart with a deep appreciation for the love and acceptance you had received from Bakugou's family. You had been nervous when you had to meet them for the first time.

Your attention shifted to your friends and your own family members, who were waiting nearby, engaged in lively conversations. Laughter and warm exchanges filled the air as their loved ones shared anecdotes and cherished the moment together, even though it was raining. Bakugou had told you in the morning that even with rain it had something unique in itself adding it's own little beauty to this moment.

In that moment, your gaze met Bakugou's, and a shared understanding passed between you two. Meanwhile, your friends were capturing the essence of the day, eagerly snapping pictures to immortalize the precious moments not minding the rain at all. Their cameras clicked, freezing fragments of happiness and love in time. The rain continued to patter overhead, you felt a gentle squeeze of Bakugou's hand. Your eyes meet his vermilion eyes, a smile on your lips.

You were ready to take this step with him. Ready to embrace the beautiful journey that awaited you as you and Bakugou stepped into the official marriage

[willowser]

ok willow ik you talk a lot about dad katsuki (forever grateful for your thoughts) but i need to know your thoughts on marriage or engaged katsuki!! he’s definitely not a big wedding guy and he’d be so funny when proposing🥺🥺 i would love to know!!!

yeah i don't think he's a big wedding guy either !!!! which i think would make his mom so mad LOL like i have this vision that—she was never really sure ??? if katsuki would ever get married ??? so then when it's announced that you two are engaged, she starts planning everything right then LOL she knows what she wants him to wear, she has several different options for you, she knows where she wants it to be, all the extended family she wants to invite, what she wants catered like. the whole nine.

and then katsuki is like, scowling— "i ain't havin' all that frilly shit," LMAOOOO

i really think he wants a very intimate thing for the both of you, maybe even very casual. not too traditional. i think he's a romantic enough that he wants something with a lil bit of light, but—for the most part, you two are all that matter 🥺 he's also shy hehehehe but he still has his close friends and family there 🥺

he gives the party afterwards to his mother, she can do whatever she wants with that LOL but the actual ceremony, he doesn't let her touch. he does let her pick something out for to wear him, something SIMPLE. i think his stupid handsome face is a lil pink the whole time 🥺 does his big happy boy smile 🥺🥺🥺 WAAAHHH I'M CHOMPING HIM

[lettertoelxse]

Cupid Shoots From the Lip — a bkdk oneshot

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Katsuki wondered if Izuku also thought he hated Valentine’s Day. He didn’t, he just didn’t care if anyone thought he did. At least he didn’t think he cared. Now he sorta felt the urge to stomp over to the group of his classmates and set them straight, though. But when he noticed Izuku adjusting the woven scarlet thread adorning his neck, he thought he might have hated it at one point. Or Katsuki and Izuku have spent many Valentine's Days together, for better or worse. This time though, as they approach the end of their third year he's worried he'll let an opportunity slip through his fingers if he doesn't act. He hates the materialistic gifts and the cheesy signs of affection that the holiday brings, but when he thinks of all there is to lose and to gain, he fears just how much meaning these things actually hold. Or or... Three times that Katsuki and Izuku (mostly) exchange valentines, and one time when it means something else.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63084148

Here comes a sorta late Valentine's Day BKDK fic! I had the idea of writing BKDK over multiple years on Valentine's Day and just kinda ran with it, sooo...

Please enjoy and if you want to leave feedback here or on AO3 it means a ton!

[rewrittenmha]

Entrance Exam Arc

First official post of the blog! So exciting. Of course we're starting from the very beginning.

I don't have much to change here. The Entrance Exam arc isn't perfect, but it does pretty well as an exposition. I only have a few minor changes.

Instead of opening on Izuku's way to school, I would show more of his life with Inko. Nothing really significant, just her making breakfast for him and showing concern for how withdrawn he tends to be. I would also make her more aware of Izuku being bullied, just not the fact that it's Bakugou specifically. Here, she has actually tried to get the school to interfere only for them to promise to do so and not follow through. Instead, they talk to Bakugou and have him "tone it down," so Bakugou stops being as physically aggressive and turns to being verbally nasty.

(I would also have Inko consider moving because of the bullying, only to be unable to afford it. It's really hard to gauge the Midoriyas' financial status, but I'd peg them as maybe being just above the Uraraka's? It's said that Hisashi is working in America, so it's likely he sends money to them but not enough for them to live comfortably anywhere else)

One thing I would also amend is All Might leaving Izuku on top of the roof by himself. In my version, he walks him down and then leaves to hand in the sludge villain.

Then mostly everything happens the same. I would add more of Izuku and All Might bonding, having heart-to-heart conversations, etc. instead of just training. Aso basic combat training.

At some point, show more quirkless discrimination instead of just saying it exists. I would love a scene of All Might witnessing it (maybe someone makes a comment towards Izuku or another quirkless person) and it's an eye-opener for him because he never realized how much worse it got after he was given One For All.

Other than that, I really don't have a lot of beef with this arc. It's the right combination of cheesy and heartfelt and sets up the inequality within society. It began the story with such a nice tone, it's such a shame it was all ruined.

Feel free to add any thoughts or suggestions in the comments or reblogs. I'm also gonna be opening my inbox back up

[magicunderstandsmyaddiction]

Manifesting a bakudeku hug before the series ends. Those boys are in dire need of one SPECIFICALLY from each other!!!!