#but goddamn katsuki isn't working with me

[detonizing]

//everyday i stare at my blog wondering if today is the day spoiler alert, it is not

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, shoto, izuku, shinso, and tamaki]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. ft ver. bllk ver.

Katsuki Bakugou

Finesse [Drake]

✰ I live for soft Bakugou. He is a dom but when it comes to you he is kind of soft yet still grumpy.

✰ Pulls your hair.

✰ I think that this song shows how he sort of feels without saying it. That's why he fucks you to this song.

✰ He loves you but will barely say it. His pride gets in the way.

✰ He will be slow and steady during this song, going fast at the end. He just wants to be gentle during this song because he loves you so much.

✰ He will kiss you passionately as he fucks you to this song.

✰ You love his gentle side, that's when he makes sure to shoot his warm cum deep inside you, wanting to see it seep out of you.

✰ He isn't loud or anything, he groans and grunts, too prideful to make any noise but his ego goes high when it comes to you moaning loud for him.

✰ "I... Uh, love you... I love you, so much y/n,"

"You stay on my mind, All the time"

-

Eijiro Kirishima

Work Out [J. Cole]

✰ Most respectful man on the planet, always asks for consent, EVERY SINGLE TIME !

✰ He is a soft dom. He can't stand hurting you or being rough with you.

✰ He has a pretty big cock, which is why he's so soft when it comes to fucking you, he doesn't want to hurt you.

✰ "Watch out baby... I'm just putting in the tip, don't worry,"

✰ He praises you any chance he gets, even over the littlest things.

✰ "You're amazing, just keep riding slow, you're doing such a good job!"

✰ He will leave hickeys, scared to leave bite marks.

✰ He loves old school songs, fucking you to this song makes his mind feel at ease.

✰ He loves you, he will tell you that whenever he feels like it (which is every 5 minutes)

✰ No man can do aftercare like this man ! He will cook for you, clean for you, carry you places, and even message you.

"Do you really want to love me forever?"

-

Denki Kaminari

Swimming Pools [Lloyd]

✰ He is a switch . END OF DISCUSSION . He loves being more submissive though.

✰ He likes this song and fucking you to it because it makes him feel like a bad ass. Kind of like he's special in the moment.

✰ Public places>

✰ He is such a huge flirt when it comes to you, he makes you feel actually wanted by him. He will directly be blunt with how he feels.

✰ "Baby I'm harddd, please touch me,"

✰ WHINES, MOANS, GROANS, WHIMPERS, GRUNTS, and GIGGLES .

✰ You don't mind his choice of music, you actually find it cute that he enjoys this song so much because it makes him feel like the main character.

✰ Pervert . He does not show any shame .

✰ "I can see your nipples through your shirt,"

✰ If he's fucking you, he's going fast and hard. Not really fully knowing how to please a woman.

✰ He's not shy when it comes to toys, he normally uses them on you when he can't make you cum. He never lets it get him down.

"Into my room, I hit her from behind. Doing again like I'm pressing rewind"

-

Hanta Sero

My X [Rae Sremmurd]

✰ Mean Dom Sero>>>

✰ I can just see him using you, not even in love with you. He's in love with your body.

✰ "Lay the hell down slut, I don't have all day"

✰ Not once has ever made you cum on purpose, he doesn't care for your pleasure.

✰ He likes fucking you to this song because it just shows that he's focusing on himself, never focusing on a good for nothing slut.

✰ Groans and grunts but that's it.

✰ He is so goddamn toxic, he may not love you but your body belongs to him.

✰ "Why the hell were you in Denki's room yesterday? Do you really need dick that bad? You're such a slut, pissing me the hell off,"

✰ He despises your cute face, all he wants to do is ruin you. There is no other goal.

✰ Leaves before you wake up, he does not cuddle you.

✰ "Whores don't deserve to be treated with respect," he spat out, venom seeping through his voice.

"A hoe just gon' be a hoe, And a slut just gon' be a slut"

-

Shoto Todoroki

Heavenly [Cigarettes After Sex]

✰ I can see Shoto being a soft dom during this song. Only during this song . Other than this song being sweet and sensual he will fucking fuck you until you can't walk with any other song .

✰ This song is his outlet when it comes to how he feels about you.

✰ He loves you so much, more than anyone.

✰ Degrades you, spanks you, chokes you, and slaps you when this song isn't on.

✰ When this song is playing he will be gentle with you, kissing you softly and running his fingers through your hair.

✰ "I love you. Kiss me more, please,"

✰ He is so soft and gentle with this song, making sure to satisfy you and himself.

✰ He will moan softly for you.

✰ Aw I can just imagine him having his face in the crook of your neck after fucking you nice and good.

"Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips"

-

Izuku Midoriya

Banana Pie [Lil Darkie]

✰ He will eat you out to this song.

✰ Addicted to watching your legs shake .

✰ He for sure over stimulates you, sometimes it's on accident but most on the time it's on purpose. He loves seeing you whine and cry.

✰ He loves you, like actually loves you.

✰ Look... He kind of wants to have a three some but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

✰ Moans, groans, and pants heavily.

✰ He is sort of a sadist, hair pulling his one of his favorite things to do. His green eyes go blank, filled up with thoughts of just hurting you. (I'm sorry... I love mean Izuku).

✰ "One more peep out of you and I'll have to spank you, y/n. Cut it out,"

✰ This man is fast, hard, and knows where your sensitive spots are. Basically a fuck machine that can please the hell out of you.

✰ Sucking on your skin>

✰ He is an ass guy, he loves spanking you, there's just something about watching your skin turn red and bruise up. It turns him on.

"Banana pie, so sweet and soft. Never enough"

-

Hitoshi Shinso

Come Get Her [Rae Sremmurd]

✰ Can we all agree he'd tie you up and fuck you to this song?

✰ I'm sensing a rough, sadist dom. (daddy kink ?)

✰ Loves tying you up, you're his little rope bunny.

✰ "Stop squirming, the rope is going to burn your soft skin,"

✰ HICKEYS>

✰ I feel like he'd be into somno . (Me too though)

✰ He likes this song because it's like you're his little stripper that he gets to fuck.

✰ "You better be putting in some work, or else I won't let you cum,"

✰ Rough fucking is all Shinso does.

✰ His groans are... Just amazing . They literally are like angels singing.

✰ He gets super sleepy afterwards so you're forced to take care of yourself.

"How you movin', you deserve a couple racks"

-

Tamaki Amajiki

Girls Need Love [Summer Walker]

✰ Sub . No question . This man would never dom you .

✰ Vanilla sex. He would never get rough with you.

✰ During this song you're riding his face. You're pulling his hair, seated directly on him.

✰ He does do pretty damn good with his tongue...

✰ He whimpers, moans, and whines.

✰ He loves you. You're his total opposite, he admires your courage and leadership skills.

✰ "Y-your speech was good today..."

✰ He also loves getting dominated by you, he loves it. He likes when you're in control.

✰ ...He fanticizes about getting pegged here and there.

✰ Super shy! He never makes the first move.

✰ He always is making sure you're okay, he gets so worried. Like genuinley worried.

✰ His mannerisms are so cute !

✰ "Should I... Uh... P-put it in?"

"Give it to me like you need it, baby"

-

[slayfics]

ive been thinking about a comfort story but instead of katsuki comforting the reader, she comforts him after a long day or struggling with something ❤️

You comfort Katsuki.

1k words

You prepared for an angry Katsuki to burst through the door any moment now. The new hero rankings had come out this afternoon and he had dropped rank, again.

It didn’t take much for you to imagine why. The week before the rankings Katsuki got rushed by reporters. Fresh out of a fight with a villain, adrenaline pumping, they spat out questions pushing for answers.

All the questions they knew would push The Great Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamite’s buttons.

“Dynamite, did you know it was the anniversary of the day you were attacked by the sludge villain?”

“Dynamite, how does it feel being behind Endeavor’s son in the hero charts?”

“Dynamite, can you make a statement about the damage you did to the city in your last fight?”

The list of draining questions went on, all captured on video, as Katsuki quickly lost his cool. Blurting out some colorful words for the reports to, not so politely fuck off.

You heard the keys in the latch and braced yourself for the sight of the angry blond. Yet, such a sight never came, instead, you met with a sight that was much more concerning.

Slumped shoulders, flat affect, vacant gaze. Katsuki sat on the couch silently working at taking off his boots. Not a word spoken to you. No sign of anger.

“Hey,” you greeted, testing the waters with him.

“Hey,” he mumbled without looking up as he tossed his boots aside. Head leaned back against the couch he closed his eyes.

"You want to talk about it?" you asked softly.

Katsuki inhaled sharply and shook his head no without opening his eyes. It was unusual to see him so defeated. Typical fiery ambition completely extinguished, lacking the energy to even be upset, he just sat.

You knew all too well how to extinguish the burning rage inside him, but this? This was new ground.

Your momentary paralysis gave Katsuki exactly what he needed. Space and quiet to just be. Slowly he opened up.

"You think it's because of how I responded to those damn reporters?" He asked.

"Possibly," you hummed. "You're human though Katsuki, all those pestering questions would have got under anyone's skin.

"Yeah but," he sighed before continuing. "You saw all the articles and viral edits. They didn't show the whole video, just the part of me losing my shit. A big majority of people think I blew up at some civilian reporters for no fucking reason," Katsuki huffed. "I don't give a damn about that though; people can think whatever the fuck they want... I'm I don't know," Katsuki paused and you gave him the air to finish processing his thought. "I'm fucking disappointed. All that damn therapy I went through- to still get so pissed at some dumb reporters, I should be way past that now. I'm still losing my temper like a goddamn child," he groaned, the displeasure in his voice weighing heavy.

"Katsuki," you cooed and moved closer to him bringing him into an embrace. Katsuki didn't fight you he welcomed your affection, finding solace from leaning into you. Head resting on your chest you combed your fingers through his hair. "Success isn't linear, and one mistake doesn't erase everything you've accomplished and worked for. It's a minor setback. It's tough but, it's nothing you can't come back on top of," you comforted him squeezing him with one arm and messaging his scalp with the other. Katsuki hummed into your chest taking in your words. You always knew what to say.

"I just fucking hate that I gave those reporters exactly what they wanted. They wanted me to blow up, gives them a good damn news story. Fucking vultures," he scowled.

"Mhm," you nodded. "You did, and you can't change that, but you can change how you're going to react moving forward because we know they aren't going to stop. Especially now that they've seen the effect they've had," you spoke problem-solving with him.

"Tch- yeah. I don't know what the fuck to do though. Walking away has been my go-to when I feel myself about to explode, but- in situations like that I'm rushed and cornered. Can't let out an explosion to fly away either because I'll hurt the fuckers. What's worse is I'm still workin' and trying to get back to the cops and agency to report what the fuck happened with the villain," he replied.

"Maybe you could say that... I'm working please move... or I'm working and cannot accept questions...," You suggested.

"Ha- I don't know about the please but... that's not such a bad idea... I'm goddamn working can't talk idiots," Katsuki huffed then relaxed more into your chest.

You giggled, "That does sound more authentic to Dynamite."

Katsuki nuzzled into your chest, his breaths becoming deeper, and the tension in his shoulders he had been carrying around all day finally easing up. "I shoulda called you right when I found out," he murmured.

"You know I'm always here whenever you're ready to talk... about anything," you answered. "I'm sorry I didn't call right away... sometimes I'm not sure when you need your space to process."

"You ain't got to apologize... I know my temperament isn't the easiest to read," he noted.

"I wouldn't have you any other way," you teased, pulling him up to press a kiss on his nose.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "Cut that cheesy crap out," he complained the tips of his ears burning hot. "Besides, I still got dirt and shit all over me."

"I don't care," you remarked, giving him another kiss on his cheek.

Katsuki shifted in one swift motion pinning you down on the couch, "I said cut it out brat," he smirked, taking in the sight of you beneath him. "Why don't you come get cleaned up with me instead," he offered.

An offer you happily accepted.

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[anti-katsuki-lounge]

What, in your opinion, is the worst thing Bakugou's ever done? Because for me it's without a doubt Deku vs Kacchan Part 2. He,

1. Coerced Izuku out of the dorms past curfew

2. Demanded information about his quirk while also belittling him at the same time

3. Demanded a fight when Izuku didn't want one

4. Pushed all of his insecurities onto Izuku and basically forced him to validate them

5. Had the nerve to cry about it like he was the victim

6. Demanded All Might explain why he chose Izuku even though it was none of his goddamn business

7. Didn't even have the decency to admit to Aizawa that he was 100% at fault and that Izuku didn't deserve to be punished

Everything about this episode was awful. I know most will say the suicide baiting, but the narrative isn't on Bakugou's side during that. We're supposed to look at him antagonistically there. Here, we're supposed to feel bad for him even though he's using the power he has over Izuku (Izuku's admiration+ years of being Bakugou's victim and giving into him) to get what he wants. He's still acting like an abuser here and taking advantage of Izuku, but Hori is trying to push us into thinking he's some kind of victim when he isn't

Oh it’s for sure Kacchan vs Deku 2, with Kacchan vs Deku 1 in a distant second.

The suicide baiting was absolutely disgusting but unfortunately it’s a very common thing bullies do. Kacchan vs Deku 1 pushes Katsuki from a a typical bully to an absolutely evil person. Katsuki mentions that he plans on torturing Izuku to the point of near death during that fight, fires an explosion that could’ve killed him, and the only thing that happens is that he gets praised by All Might and is told to grow up by Shota.

You’ve covered why I hate Kacchan vs Deku 2 but I will say that in addition to all that, everyone coddles Katsuki during this moment. In addition, Katsuki’s extra day of suspension works to his benefit because he misses out on an ample opportunity to be humbled by Mirio.

[mixelation]

reborn au musing it's about sasori and minato again

so, this is how i think minakushi works: they mutually fell in love when they were like 12/13. the new oneshot implies they weren't like dating-dating as teens, but kushina generally expected minato to be making time to hang out with her personally, and he was obsessing over ways to take care of her, so. they go through several years of mutually mooning over each other, start dating in their late teens, and then get married super young.

in other words, neither of them have even considered dating other people.

and i think kushina might be.... like, she doesn't regret it, but it does occur to her at some point that maybe it would have helped them both as individual people to have at least explored their feelings and preferences with other people. like, they have have both just been mutually obsessed with each for so long, it's hard for both of them to consider their own identities without the other. this isn't necessarily a bad thing-- it's normal for your childhood friend turned spouse to be an integral part of who you are!-- and obviously their relationship is good and they're both well-adjusted people with a happy home life. but she does kind of wonder sometimes.....

so around her mid-twenties kushina does sometimes consider talking to minato about an open relationship. however, she knows that he might do this thing he does to her sometimes where he agrees to something he doesn't like to make her happy, and then he gets Weird about it. they've talked about how he does it, and he's aware of it and working on it, but kushina is pretty sure if she even brings it up he'll get Weird on her.

(kushina is having visions of her going on a date with someone and then they come home and the goddamn yellow flash is on their couch but then he just. cries)

then minato has a horrible realization he thinks sasori of the red sand, of all people, is hot. and he gets so upset about it, because is this CHEATING??? and kushina is like. holy SHIT i should have talked to him about this years ago. like she kind of assumed minato at least privately had thoughts like "oh, this actress is hot" or "man katsuki's arms look nice in those guards" like.... like most people do??? but no. he's just had kushina vision this whole time

kushina: it's very sweet. however. also. you are a moron

so she wants to bring up the open relationship idea again, but also just thinking about sasori makes minato tear up. so she's like okay. you need to explore these feelings. please try engaging in fiction with the idea that it's there for you to explore feelings without actually involving yourself in the thing. it's not disloyalty to me to ideally fantasize about being the POV character fictional!sasori is seducing in this weird light novel tori has

and actually it's NOT fair to kushina she has to manage minato's weird emotional turmoil like this. so she's like. fuck. minato, what if we asked sasori to date us?

i have not yet decided how sasori would respond to this proposition. i'm toying with the idea that kushina HAS bumped into sasori a handfull of times because she follows up potential leads of Uzumaki diaspora from Jiraiya, and a lot of them just turn out to be Sasori (red hair + witnessed using seals). i don't think he'd like kushina's personality much, but i think he'd want minato for his body and he'd be intrigued by the idea of easy access to team 4.

team 4 of course would all lose their minds in completely different ways

[retracing-my-steps-again]

Spider-Man: Expiation Ch. 2 Notes

My author and story notes on Ch. 2 of my spidey-deku fic (fic linked below)

Spoilers for Ch. 2 below

Author Notes:

I swear this whole fic is not just explaining and backstory. It's just the set up/origin chapters that have so much of it. There's plenty of action and dialogue to come, my friends.

I have a whole additional thing I want to say about the quirkless allegory but might just make that a separate post? I'll still link it to the fic I just think I have too much to say about that to put it here.

I feel like every single time I've gone on social media for MHA I see takes I disagree with, usually involving Izuku and Katsuki. They're surprisingly massively misunderstood characters. At least, that seems to be the case to me. I don't spend a whole lot of time online anymore though, so maybe that's changed. I hope to do the canon characters justice in this, even though it's both canon divergent and a fanfic (obviously).

I hope people are able to trust this fic a bit on character development. Since this isn't the same as the canon, I can't develop anyone in the same way but I do my best to do it accurately and with respect to canon. I also add in lots of parallels which showed up surprisingly often as I was writing all this. Hopefully that will keep people on board if they feel I'm not doing a good job? They'll be like well this is nothing like Izuku... oh wait here's a parallel I guess he's sort of like Izuku. Idk haha

Also, I wrote out an additional scene for this chapter that was literally just the beginning of the manga from Izuku's POV. Specifically, the beginning parts where he's in class the day of the sludge villain attack. All his classmates want to be heroes, Katsuki wants to go to UA and is pissed Izuku wants to as well, and then the whole exploding Izuku's notebook and Katsuki being like perhaps a hard reset via a swan dive? I didn't include it because I was worried it would be too boring to simply repeat a whole scene from the canon. I don't really do that anywhere else in the fic, I just considered it here because it's one of the few scenes from the manga that occurs before the canon divergence of this fic. I feel like it's a good starting point for Izuku and Katsuki's characters as well, and it would help emphasize how bad their relationship was at the beginning.

I still might go back and add it in. Mainly because even though it's in the manga, it feels like people seem to misunderstand that whole scene more than most. People are welcome to their bad takes, but I just wanted to establish a baseline for this fic, which is best done with my own interpretation of Izuku's thoughts during that scene. Idk I can't decide what to do about it. I feel like not including it and including it could both cause problems in different ways so idk we'll see

Also, no hate to the nickname "Kacchan" but I have to write it so many goddamn times in this fic and it sort of drove me insane. Actually, for the entire first draft I wrote Katsuki instead of Kacchan (unless Izuku was speaking to him of course) because I didn't want to type "Kacchan" that many times. However, it is technically Izuku's pov so I knew I needed to toughen up and just write Kacchan. I love the nickname in the context of the story and I think it's important for the sake of showing how Izuku views/wants Katsuki as a close friend throughout the years despite their issues. That being said... idk man. I'm gonna get hate for this for sure. Kacchan is Izuku's name for him and no one else uses that name in canon so even though it's his pov I'm like bro why tf am I calling him Kacchan? I don't know him like that. Blech idk how to say it but anyways I fixed it by now I just had to rant about it somewhere

Story Notes:

Funnily enough, out of every chapter I've written for this fic, this is one of the ones that makes me the most nervous for how I've written Katsuki's and Izuku's characters.

The difficulty with this fic is they've had this massive traumatic event right at the start. In this, the Izuku who is injured is all but exactly the same as the Izuku at the very start of the manga. He's had none of the development he gets from meeting and training with All Might. He's gained none of the confidence that he gets from training with his idol and getting a quirk and getting into UA (which might not seem like much at first glance ? but it actually seems to do a lot for him). In canon, Katsuki's character development mainly begins when he gets to UA, which he also has not yet done in this fic by this point.

So while I don't think I've written them incorrectly necessarily, they did feel somewhat OOC sometimes when writing because there's not really a canon reference at this point in time in any capacity. It's completely unique in a lot of ways. I could probably write a whole essay on why, but I won't bore with the details. I don't think they're actually OOC to the best of my ability, but I worry they come across that way. Largely because they probably seem really different from canon. So I worry that I'm starting off the fic and them acting strange might put people off. Hopefully, people stick it out and can see where I'm coming from both during the chapter and as time goes on. Also I tried to drive home how extreme the situation is, so hopefully people can at least give any uncharacteristic actions the benefit of the doubt for now.

I did a lot of revisions for the "apology" at the end. Again, there's no close reference in canon for something like this so I got stressed about it lol. Katsuki's apology in canon comes after a lot of development and is driven by very different motivations and understandings than this Katsuki. My references are my understanding of his character and comparisons to irl life experiences both for myself and others I know so idk I tried my best.

I've been writing this fic for a really long time so sometimes I forget how dark and dismal the very beginning is. Izuku has a rough time, and there's the beginnings of his mental struggles in this. I'll talk about it some more when I post about the quirkless allegory.

Honestly, as much as these first two chapters are a lot of explaining, they are pretty important setup for everything else. Because this fic is already so goddamn long I try not to include anything unless it has a specific purpose for the story

I had more thoughts but my laptop is trying to end itself so perhaps I will add more later if I remember to :)

[hazelroses1]

Experienced Lifter Katsuki Isn't Helping the New Girl Until He Does

Gym AU - Modern AU - Suggestive - Kacchako

Katsuki always works out alone and avoids annoying people who attend his gym’s scheduled classes. His gym mate, Eijirou, a CrossFit coach, talks him into attending one of his classes. He begrudgingly agrees with the promise that Eijirou will never ask him again. It’s Saturday morning, hot and sticky already, and he wants to get this fucking show on the road when a woman approaches him. Her workout attire hugs her every curve, highlighting her hips and full breasts. Not only that, but she’s also toned, clearly a girl who takes her fitness journey seriously. Katsuki blinks himself out of his stupor as she introduces herself as Ochako.

“I, um, see you working out a lot outside of the classes,” she says, arms folding behind her back. “Wanna be partners for the workout? Eijirou told me you would be here and that working out with you would be a good challenge for me.”

She wants to work out with him?! If she wants to get her ass reamed, he’ll gladly provide it, but he’s made a grave mistake about her. Ochako is strong as shit and has the stamina to match. She’s holding his pace and doing some exercises without modifying them. Watching her do pull-ups in those tiny fucking blue shorts has him licking his lips. When they finish, and he turns to leave, his body on fire, and not just from the workout, she calls out to him.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d help me practice my barbell lifts?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. It isn’t his goddamn job. Katsuki quit coaching two years ago and wasn’t about to pick it up now. His gym time included him and weights, not him, the weights, and a tiny buff smoke show.

“Tch, ask Eijirou,” he snaps, walking over to his water bottle that’s close to the door leading into the protein and snack area. “He’s the damn coach!”

Ochako follows, not at all phased by his gruff response.

“He told me to ask you.”

Katsuki glares at Eijirou, who’s conveniently giving him a thumbs up. This stupid fucker is setting him up. Katsuki would kill him. He’s told him a million times he’s not looking for a fucking relationship. Katsuki will murder him, resuscitate him, and kill him again.

“I want to do a weightlifting competition in a few months,” she explains, stopping when Katsuki does. He grabs his water bottle with enough force to collapse it. “He said you’re really good with Olympic lifting.”

Katsuki’s chest fills with dread. If he says yes, which he fucking won’t, he’ll have to train with Ochako and her tiny shorts that ride up to show the underside of her ass for a while. It would be idiotic to say yes.

“I won’t go fucking easy on you,” Katsuki says, contradicting the hard no in his thoughts. “You do what I say, or we’re done, got it?”

Her face lights up, her excited expression wearing on his stiff demeanor. “Got it! Your name is Katsuki, right?”

He grunts in response. Ochako brushes it off and bows. “Nice to meet you!”

Nice in-fucking-deed. Katsuki and Ochako train a few times weekly, and she’s growing on him. She rotates between buying him protein powders, pre-workouts, and protein bars as compensation for his time, no matter how many times he yells at her not to.

“I’m gonna make you smile!” she tells him, and she’s gotten pretty close.

Katsuki finds himself thinking about her more than he should, picturing how fucking hot she looks pulling 113kg deadlifts off the floor with ease. She can do five sets of eight now, and that’s after 200-meter sprints. He’s staring at her ass more and eying her chest when he should be focused on spotting her bench press. He knows she’s noticed because she drags him into the locker rooms one day and gives him a shy but coy smile. Katsuki freezes as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“I really like you, Katsuki, and I think you want me as bad as I want you.”

“You’re a dumbass,” he croaks. “I never said that.”

She raises an eyebrow and puts enough pressure on his growing erection with her upper thigh that he thinks he might die.

“Your body shows me you’re interested, and it’s not the first time.” Ochako hooks a finger in the waistband of his shorts. “You think I don’t notice when you get hard around me? These don’t hide much, you know.”

Fuck.

[dynmghts]

“if i stay… can you promise this will stop?”

izuku asks for the impossible.

bakugou katsuki hasn't let himself stop entirely since the incident. his doctors recommended bedrest and rehabilitation, and he's adhered to it. they've even said paperwork only. he's worked from home because of that, with and without izuku, diligent and accurate and always to his standard.

what izuku didn't know was the extent of which katsuki pushed himself. pushing oneself does not have to manifest in strained muscles or any devastating setback, after all; it can be staying up a little later. it can be filtering through more paperwork than what is asked. it can be monitoring news outlets in the wake of dawn, screen dimmed to combat the duskiness of a sun barely risen, ruby gaze honed on what society talks about - where is dynamight? they ask. where is one of the most capable heroes?

his agency keeps pushing forward "no comment". each time he sees the damning phrase, his teeth grit together; he should be out there fighting. izuku should know that.

but in the beats of absence with the other's duties committed to the support lab, katsuki has pushed for a bigger presence to the point of booking patrols, and izuku's decided he has to intervene. to reason. to offer- a solution, to try and tame the horrid need to provide more for this country than his heart can handle.

katsuki hates the feeling of being useless. ❛ no. ❜

he refuses to promise. his life's work, his duty to japan, the things he has yet to atone for and the sworn oaths to the commission for their protection, they all reign much higher than a few extra hours of work. the thought of it eats at him with gnawing teeth, red hot and fierce, bellowing with the heat of a sun at his hands, triggering sparks forward - mixing with a jaw around his throat, slowly tightening, sinking the blond into a reactive response.

how can he swear off his life's purpose, his goal, his slice of happiness? how can he swear off his absence from work that little while longer when he's technically clear to begin patrols again, finally able to test the waters, so long as he wears a band around his wrist and keeps his hours short? why should he? why would he?

impulsive, violent. his chest aches with the desperate plea of release, and the words slip through with more malice than izuku deserves.

❛ this- this is my life. my fucking life, izuku. whether you're around or not ain't gonna change what i do. and- and why the fuck would you want to? ❜ [ for health. for caution. the doctors stress on overexertion, and katsuki might be willing to risk that chance, but why would his closest person do the same? ] ❛ you don't fucking control me. you don't tell me what i do. hell, what i do is none of your fucking business. ❜

whatever hope there was to defuse the situation dies with the seething glare katsuki gives. the fault-line he positions them on widens the gap between them. he barely flinches at how the ground begins to crumble under his own feet, the foundation of which he built himself on slipping away in small parts of debris; even though izuku has done no wrong by him, he perceives it nonetheless. can you promise this will stop? that is a threat to his livelihood. that isn't izuku telling him to rein it in, even if it were the original meaning - that is him saying to step down.

no more death. no more risk.

it takes all the remaining impulse he has to keep himself to pacing. ❛ i have been waiting for weeks, fucking months, to get back out on the field. to do something. literally any goddamn thing they could give me. ❜ his hands spark. his bpm monitor remains steady. ❛ i've done my fucking time, and you want me to keep waiting? for what? what in the fuck could i still be waiting for, huh? ❜

before izuku can interject- ❛ no, i don't give a fuck what you got to say. you know how much i've been wanting to go back to work, but you've been pulling every fucking excuse and trick to get me to stay back. ❜ gentle assurances. redirecting the burden. trying to limit the workload katsuki takes, leaving him directionless and lost. his bpm blinks in alert. his chest tightens though his beat stays regular, but he grits his teeth. ❛ i'm- i'm done waiting. i'm done having you tell me what's fuckin' good for me. i don't need- i- fuck. ❜

too far, too much, too soon. proving izuku right. proving himself wrong. it angers him further because he's bakugou fucking katsuki, pro hero dynamight; infallible, untouchable. the strongest of them. a symbol of victory. his hand clutches at his chest and pulls at his shirt, as though it would alleviate the sudden burden stress has taken on the organ behind his ribcage, and he finds himself stumbling to put his weight against the nearest wall - other hand outstretched, steadying himself.

the heart pains with the reminder of his weakness. it's too much. even when his breathing steadies and his bpm monitor stops alerting, he refuses to look at izuku again; he shrugs him off. he forces the distance between them - the fault-line growing the chasm.

and then, he manages it; ❛ get out. ❜ [ i can't have you here. ]

@starshinc / angst prompts pt. iii.

[catsvkis]

this post by @silverynight makes me so upsetttt i want to add to this (again) bc i have no bkdk friends & i have to share my unnecessary thoughts somewhere 😭

katsuki just deals with so much emotional turmoil man......he wantsss he wants so much but he can't because The Past and now that izuku's quirkless again, the memories are too real and too painful that they can't possibly start anew. and why would izuku want anything to do with him now that katsuki is useless? he serves no purpose for him anymore. he has no place in his life. he doesn't know where he would fit in.

they don't know how to communicate. the only thing they have in common is their passion for heroism & that was the only time they can be remotely normal with each other. the first time they were civil was them discussing izuku's shoot style. from there katsuki just slotted himself back into his life as this figure that can help him get better & reach his dreams. and they created a dynamic that worked for them & it was doing so well until oh no he started loving it too much & he realized he probably was the one who caused izuku to become so callous with his own well being.

so he apologized & said nothing had to change because he didn't need forgiveness. because the arrangement they had is already good enough, he didn't need more (he did). he just wanted to stay by his side. he just wanted to be in his life, and that meant atoning for what he did, which meant keeping up the rivalry.

and if that wasn't enough, he'd even resort to being the supporting character. he'd finish what izuku started, help him do what he can't handle himself. "izuku, i won't get in your way anymore" could also mean this was his resolve as a resurrected person to use this second chance and permanently establish his position in izuku's life. as his closest person, as shigaraki put it. he'll help him and guide him and be there for him so goddamn well this time that izuku won't even feel a shadow of past katsuki over him saying he's worthless or that he needs to prove his worth by breaking his body and be alone in this journey. because he wants to be in his life forever.

the feelings they have for each other are just too complicated & too intense that they Need the cushion of quirks & heroism. without it they're back to square one, and it's too dangerous. and katsuki is so heartbroken and scared that nothing has changed after all. heartbroken because even though he himself is no longer that child who felt inferior & exposed to izuku's heroic heart, izuku is still at a disadvantage of not having a quirk to support his heroism. and it's so unfair. even all might said that the reason he gave izuku his quirk is because he wanted him to stand on the same ring as everybody else.

and he's scared that izuku is going to be so far away again like before. back when he felt so lonely and isolated and betrayed for some reason, which caused their complicated past and his bullying. like it really ultimately boils down to them being so insecure to say they want to continue being important to each other. izuku saying that it isn't katsuki to cry because he thinks he's mourning his chance to surpass OFA and prove himself as the number 1 hero. he also thinks they can't be anything but rivals and he no longer has any importance in his life and he wants to deny that. he can't contribute in the rivalry so kacchan won't want him anymore.

it's fitting with how the other characters are doing too. like if the villains are still alive, tgck & shotouya would have to navigate their relationships outside of their status as heroes and villains as do bkdk.

they're just desperately grasping and clawing at each other to make the other stay. and it's so ironic that the thing that connected them together is slowly burning out and they think their time now is limited and. just please PLEASE don't leave me again.

this adds a new layer of angst to "so izuku, can i still catch up to you?" because even on the brink of death he was still thinking of their little chase and catch game, he was already letting go of that future with him.

that's why he was so happy when he was revived. he was so thankful for the second chance. YES he can catch up, he'll surpass izuku and izuku will catch up and they can still chase each other and that future is so near he can feel it. they can still do this! only to have to let it go again because izuku is quirkless again, because he wasted so much time in the past being a terrible friend and he lost his chance. he could've had this with him the entire time, but he ruined it for himself.

edit: oh my god the TCB translation gives me brain damage....he thinks of the way he treated him when he was quirkless and thinks there's NO WAY izuku forgives him now. how can izuku lay there and be content and smile at him? their quirks gave them a more even ground with each other, he knows how to help him. he was going to do it right this time. he thought he had more time to make it up for him this way. damn.

edit 2: man i keep wanting to add to this LMKSJDJDJ i noticed the panels on the bottom left i think can also be interpreted as him realizing that having that quirk finally made izuku feel confident enough to stand up to him, with him. even though izuku had always loved heroes and wished he could be like them (katsuki), he never really believed he can actually do it until after all might gave him the quirk. as cursed as ofa was, it made all of this possible. it conveniently opened a way for his dreams to come true. and although we know that katsuki thinks izuku has always been a hero, it will get a lot harder to get there and he's heartbroken for him and he doesn't know if izuku even still thinks he can be one anymore. and he probably blames himself for ever making izuku doubt himself (that's why kacchan telling him that he's a hero nonetheless is sooo important ugh i wanna delete everything they're sooo....).

[prettyboykatsuki]

everywhere we've been | b. katsuki

✫ tags ;; a/b/o, alpha!reader, gn!reader, omega!bkg, scenting, kissing, confessions, v fluffy other just general omegaverse nonsense

✫ wc ;; 1.3k

✫ a/n ;; i don't want to talk about it. and if anyone says anything abt this ill cry

✫ synopsis ;; bakugou hates most alphas. you are the third exception

Bakugou's gotten so many lectures about instinct at this point in his fucking life, he could probably recite each one from word of mouth. All of them bog down to the idea of being careful.

"You're still an omega, Katsuki. You have to be careful, even if you're a hero."

Bakugou hates the notion entirely. Everyone can go fuck themselves. He's a grown ass man, and he doesn't give a single shit about anything related to being an omega. He avoids the subject all together, in interviews and in life. When heats come, he takes a week off and leaves it at that.

He doesn't accept any shitty alpha courting gestures because most of them suck. And there's really nothing Bakugou hates more than some half-assed creep insistent on becoming his mate.

He doesn't take any shame in being an omega. He's still the goddamn best, still number two on the pro-ranks. It shouldn't matter to anyone else, and it hasn't yet. His outstanding capabilities are highlighted. He's always been one to subvert peoples expectations.

He hates most Alpha's, though. A whole fuckload of them are cocky. Bakugou enjoys making them submit, it brings him great pleasure to see them fold and crackle under the pressure of his intimidation. He can only stand like three total, and Deku barely counts.

You're the most recent addition to the list of alphas he can tolerate.

And you're another barely. Bakugou met you in a fucking fabric store, buying lame nesting shit he needs. He's picky about the materials on his skin so buying online is a hassle. Most fabric stores with nesting shit are full with omegas and beta's for obvious reasons. He figured you were another beta. He figured all the omegas just flocked to you cause you were so damn friendly.

The first time Bakugou figured out you were an alpha was when he came into the store and smelled something intense.

Rain. Like the earth after a rain shower, deep and rich and heavy. It was borderline intrusive. The store normally smells mild, other omegas don't smell like much to him.

But it was so potent. So intense, he couldn't help but track you down. There you were at the fabric counter, frantically putting patches over your neck that did little to cover anything up. Bakugou let out a shaky inhale, and then looked at you.

"Hey, Bakugou."

"What the fuck is that smell."

You gave him a mild smile before chuckling sheepishly.

"Uh.. me? I guess. I worked out before coming and I guess I -? I don't know but my patch isn't doing much to cover it up. Boss said it was fine, but people keeping giving me weird looks."

Bakugou stared at you for a long, long while.

"You're an alpha? You fucking soggy bastard?"

You paused then laughed at that. Nodding.

"Surprised?"

"Fucking.. obviously. Who wouldn't be. Shitty Alpha."

Bakugou pins most attraction on instinct. His weekly visits to the fabric shop for new, soft things to take home had become something of a routine. But he's never felt like that before. That weird fucking feeling that stirred in his gut. The repetitive of what you were to each other.

He makes more excuses to see you. Eventually you say he can see whenever he wants, outside of work. Normally, something like that would make Bakugou irate.

But it's you. So it doesn't. He just sort of accepts it. Like it's the most obvious choice in the world for him to be making. He texts you when he's free, and you come see him.

But you never cross any boundaries. You don't court him or even suggest the idea, never comment on his scent or how he looks. When weeks pass because of his heat, you merely send him some food and a note to take care of himself. You just join him for dinner sometimes and walk him back to his apartment and smile just barely.

And you're funny. You have a wit to you that Bakugou doesn't resent. But you never take that patch off your neck, never act like a shitty alpha like he expects you to. Like he's almost waiting for you to pull the rug from underneath his feet.

It never comes. Months pass and you're still the same as you are.

He blames everything on instinct. When his omega yowls more and more for you, he can't help but be angry with it. Be upset with his body for wanting something so bad, to clinging to the scarf you lent him and sleeping with it for days.

Shitty fucking beta-passing alpha. Bakugou hates you so much for making him like this.

__

"You're distressed."

Bakugou's eyes snap to you immediately, scowl twisting in upset. You look the same as always. A plain expression meshed with mild concern, hands in your pockets. He seethes.

"What the fuck do you know?"

You pause momentarily, shrugging.

"You smell distressed."

Bakugou freezes.

"You can fucking smell me?"

You pause, looking at him for a while before laughing. He swallows something thick in the back of his throat. Something in him feels like it's on fire. It's so fucking lame. He hates it.

"Yeah. You don't wear blockers or anything. Why're you so surprised?"

And he wants to scream at you for being so stupid, but his mouth goes dried. You're right, and it's obvious but there's more to it then that. You look a little amused, but not all that concerned and that pisses him off worse.

"B-because, you fucking shit! You never say anything about it."

Another pause, this time much longer. You grin slightly.

"Did you.. want me to say something about it?"

"Fuck you," He deflects, heat creeping up his neck. He can feel the flush, the tips of his ears turning pink. "W-what the fuck do I normally smell like? How would you even -"

"You normally smell sweet. Kinda smokey." You say, non-plussed. He freezes. Bites down the urge to ask if you like it or not. He wants to ask so fucking bad it's killing him.

"Don't all fuckin' omegas smell sweet to you? Shitty, useless alpha."

You laugh this time. Your hand reaches over to him, and he doesn't flinch from the touch. You twist some of the blonde between your fingers. You lean forward, so close to his neck. And take an inhale. His whole body goes into shock.

"You smell like honey-blossoms, oranges, and a campfire. Like a camping trip." You say, pulling back to meet his eyes. His expression narrows, lower lip trembling.

"You fucking dick - "

"It's good. Nice and sweet, omega."

The praise runs over his whole body like a shock. When you pull away, you're grinning. Hands in pockets and relaxed. And something in Bakugou snaps, grabbing you by your collar until you're faced with him. A growl rips from his throat, and you grin. Cocky bastard.

"If you fucking breathe around another omega or smell them like that, you're dead meat." Bakugou grits. You dickhead. "Was this all part of your shitty fucking plan?"

You shrug.

"You didn't seem like the type of omega who wanted me to court you first, but I'd love to court you." You say. Something in him soothes, as much as he's agitated. There's some semblance of relief, almost immediately.

"Distress is gone." You say, soft and bright. He slams you into the wall a little harder and you laugh.

But his grip weakens when you grab his wrist. He watches you, eyes growing nearly watery when you carefully removing whatever patch was there to cover your scent. The smell of rain floods his lungs in a fit. You smell so good, he's drunk off of it immediately. You grab him by his wrist, pulling him into you.

Your rub your scent onto him with a soft hum. His whole body goes ragged with relief as you coo at him. He could cry. Stupid fucking instinct. Stupid fucking feelings. Everything smells like rain, and something rumbles in his chest.

"Shitty alpha."

"Just the worst." You agree mildly. When he pulls back, faced with you - he can't help but lean in. You press your lips to him soft, wiping tears from his cheeks. He hates you, he swears.

"Wanna come inside?"

He huffs, breathing in more of you.

"Yeah."

[apocllipse]

minors do not interact or i will call your guardian

pairing : bakugou x fm!reader

warning : adult content, dom! bakugou, sub!reader

author note : wrote this in a rush so pls cut me some slacks, i am giving mid term exams right now so i barely have any time to write anything nowadays, grammar mistakes could be there too that's it, i still hope you guys enjoy this.

imagine buying a fuck machine, cause yeah you can't control your horny ass while katsuki is away on a mission for a month or two, or atleast that's what you were informed.

so one day, while you were onto your usual routine of fucking yourself till you felt even half the pleasure of what katsuki gives you, you didn't hear the door of your apartment unlocking, too focused or working too hard to get yourself anywhere near the euphoric state, too lost to hear the drop of some bags, to hear the thumps of quiet footsteps. you had your eyes shut too tightly to meet the pair of rubies that were staring at you from the doorway of your shared bedroom.

meanwhile katsuki felt his brain melting into a mush, this wasn't the first time he has caught you playing with some toys, miserably trying to fill in the space that katsuki leaves every once in a while due to his occupation. but this? this is something he never thought of seeing you with and katsuki isn't sure why he feels a tad bit of jealousy hit in his chest from the sight of that machine fucking into his precious baby. maybe it's cause he missed you so much? maybe cause he's too tired from the hours of flight to be in his right mind? or maybe it's because he wanted to stretch out that pretty little cunt of yours on his cock?

that jealousy soon turned into a feeling of competitiveness when a loud broken moan broke out from your throat, katsuki felt his chest burn with the need of making his baby, you, forget about that goddamn machine, which he is sure can never bring as much pleasure to you as his own cock does let own surpassing that pleasure. so he entered the room, making his presence known and locked eyes with you.

he chuckles, amused at the way your eyes widen in surprise, hinting you were clueless of his earlier arrival than the one you anticipated. he took some steps forward to stand just near the edge of the bed, he bends down to grab a hold your thighs to pull you closer to him, watching the way your cheeks and ears dust a sweet pink.

and not many words were exchanged as his fingers glide down brushing against your cunt, you clearly knowing what he must have witnessed judging by the bulge in his pants, he groaned feeling how wet you were and he was sure you didn't need any preparation to take him from how wet you were.

soon the poor machine was long forgotten about as you were too drunk on katsuki's cock, loud moans and groans filled the space. katsuki couldn't help but speed up and thrust harder everytime his mind reminded him the image of that pathetic machine thrusting into what he loves to call his.

–"is this what you wanted? this is what you were desparate for, weren't ya?" he asked through gritted teeth, all you could make out was a broken sob and whine, too far gone to form any coherent response, too far gone to even remember how many time he had made you cum already.

–"that pathetic machine didn't brought you this satisfaction, did it? don't worry, i am here now and we have got all the time needed to satisfy this greedy little cunt of yours" he smirked looking at your already beyond exhausted state and the look of pure satisfaction on your face did nothing less than boosting his ego, telling him he indeed fucked you better than that pathetic machine could ever, the expression on your face did nothing but convinced him to go another round and then another and another.

oh, it was a long night and the daylight didn't stopped him either but you didn't find yourself complaining.

reblogs and comments are truly appreciated.

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter three: You ask Katsuki how his internship is going.

Chapter links

After the sports festival, agencies scouted students who they wanted to offer internships for. Your internship kept you busy, with barely any time to rest.

You couldn't help but wonder how the internships with your other classmates were going. However, even though you had been at U.A. for a while now, you still hadn't made too many close connections with any of your classmates.

It wasn't that you didn't care for them, but everyone seemed to be a bit more extroverted than you and easily talked to one another. You never really found an opening to join in on any conversations unless someone personally asked you something.

This happened far and in between but was usually either Mina or Eijiro. Mina sometimes asks you about trivial things like where you get your accessories. Eijiro sometimes spouted out random words of encouragement at you. His enthusiasm always made you jump.

The only other person you had talked to at all was Katsuki, and that was never during school at all, and like the last two times it only occurred because you'd message him first.

You kind of began to feel like you might be a nuisance since he never messaged you on his own, but having a short amount of downtime you wanted to ask what someone else's internship was like. You opened your phone and messaged Katsuki.

Hey, how is your internship going?

It's fucking crap.

Wow really? You're with Best Jeanist though!

He spends way too long giving me dumb fucking makeovers. It's stupid, I'm not even learning anything.

What! No way makeovers? I want to see!

In your dreams idiot.

Aw fine- at least tell me what he did though!

Fuck no.

Come on, I'm sure it's not that bad.

Fine, only if you promise to stop pestering me about it!

Promise.

He messes with my hair every goddamn day. Taking up time that we could be doing something useful. The worst part is I can't even get this crap out of my hair.

I can help if you want.

Nice try nerd, no way I'm letting you see.

Bakugo I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. Let me help. I won't tell anyone about it.

Do you really think you get this out of my hair?

Yeah, I've got some tricks.

Fine.

Just like the other two times before, Katsuki was at your window shortly. You opened it to let him in and had to immediately cover your mouth to suppress a laugh. Katsuki's hair was slicked straight down with an overwhelming amount of gel in it.

"If you fucking even let out a breath of laughter I'll kill you!" He warned seeing your snickering face.

"Oh my god-," Your sides collapsed while holding in your laughter. "How much damn gel did he use??"

"You see what I'm talking about! This internship is a fucking waste of time!" Katsuki yelled back.

"Yeah this is pretty criminal," You agreed. "Why is he concerned about your hair anyway?" You asked and grabbed a comb, spray bottle, and towel.

"That's what I'm saying! This crap isn't important for hero work! He makes all his sidekicks and interns look like this." Katsuki said and sat on your floor.

You sat behind him and sprayed at his hair to get it wet then rubbed the towel over his hair, "I understand if he wants you to look professional but this completely ruins the rugged sexy look you usually go for," you spoke.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed and turned around to eye for a second.

"Oh uh-," You felt your face get hot for a second. Why the hell did you just say that? "It's just um- every hero has a different look they go for you know? He should respect this isn't you," you said trying to recover from what you just said.

"Yeah, right," Katsuki dropped it and turned back around as you continued to work on his hair. You both sat in silence for as you worked on his hair. The awkwardness that had taken over the room felt suffocating.

"How is your internship going?" Katsuki asked, breaking the unbearable silence.

"Not too bad, I'm learning a lot," You said.

"Tch, must be nice," He grumbled.

"Don't be too upset, this isn't forever Bakugo," You tried to cheer him up. Finally freeing only one strand of his hair. The gel was not giving up.

"I just hate wasting my goddamn time," He said resting his head in his palm as you continued to spray and comb through his hair.

"It might seem like a waste now, but I'm sure in the future at least one thing he taught you will be useful. Besides, Best Jeanist is super popular, and when you're the number one hero it'll be useful to have learned some of his professionalism," You spoke.

"What did you just say?" Katsuki asked, picking his head up from his palm.

"Like repeat all of it? Were you really not listening Bakugo?" You said slightly irritated pulling harder on his hair.

"Nah- Just... ah fuck neverminded," He grumbled, putting his head back to rest on his hand.

"What part? Tell me," You insisted.

"The part about me being the number one hero, you didn't say if you said when," He said. It had been a long time since anyone had accepted his ambition as absolute. When he was a kid his other classmates marveled and said he would be the top hero one day. But as he got older things seemed to change. Even his parents, while they encouraged him, didn't look at him the same as when he was a kid.

"What about it? Isn't that what you're always yelling about?" You asked confused.

"Yeah- well- maybe you're not that stupid after all if you know it's the truth," He said, masking whatever emotion he was truly feeling.

You laughed, "Just make sure not to ever have this hair when you're the top hero alright?" You teased him.

"Because you think it's sexy the other way right?" He teased you back bringing up your earlier remark. Your face flushed and the comb slipped out of your hand landing on the floor. As it did, Katsuki's hair suddenly poofed back up.

"Um- uh- that's not what I said-," You stuttered trying to redeem your embarrassment.

"Save it," Katsuki laughed. "You can't take it back now," He stood up and flashed you a smirk. "Not sure how you did it," He said, running his hands through his now normal hair. "But thanks... or whatever. I gotta get going, see you in class," He said and left through your window.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223

[mamashima]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒

CONTENT | vigilante!katsuki, sidekick!reader, f!reader, hella tsundere!katsuki, age gap, aphrodisiacs, car sex in katsuki's fancy black car, degradation, spanking ("ass tapping"), squirting. MINORS DNI!

WORD COUNT | 2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE | so…kiri’s birthday fic is gonna be a lil late :))

Katsuki's life never goes how he wants. How he plans.

The rumble of his black car with 5% tint under his equally dark combat boots is fucking addicting, especially with adrenaline pumping through his veins like an IV. A vigilante’s job is never easy, but it’s exhilarating as hell and build for adrenaline junkies—perfect for a guy like him.

“Heya!”

“Fuck!”

The car swerves, screeches before it's driving on solid road again. Luckily, there’s barely a soul on the road at three in the morning. Your little head pops out of the backseat like the fucking weasel you are, body snaking into the passenger seat with a hmph. He knows why you're salty, but you know why he is, too. The leather from the steering wheel swells between his fingertips.

“I told you to fuckin’ stay home,” Katsuki's growl is full of objection even though his eyes never leave the road. He hears rustling, click after click—the telltale sign you’re gearing up and getting ready to go in with him. “Uh, uh. You ain’t goin’ nowhere with that fuckin’ gun.”

You click your teeth and sigh, placing the black thing on the floor in between your legs.

“You’re no fun.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Katsuki sighs, running a hand through his ash-blond hair. “This—This shit ain’t safe for you or me, fuckin’ dumbass.”

You giggle and roll your eyes, saying, “I get this speech every time, Mista. You ain’t gon’ change shit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grunts without giving it too much thought. “Just shut the hell up and do what I say.”

But, he knows as well as you do—you do what you fucking want.

Naturally, everything goes to shit. You and you’re idiotic, reckless self.

“Just fuckin’ hold on, dumbass.”

This time, instead of annoyance, Katsuki’s voice is chock-full of dread and what the fuck. Katsuki operates alone—always operates alone—but you’ve inserted yourself into his life despite his best efforts to shoo you away, and now you’re writhing in pain from a mission gone wrong in his backseat.

“It hurts.”

“I know it fuckin’ hurts,” Katsuki says, speeding down the freeway to the point where the back of his vehicle jumps at every pebble its tires come across. “That’s what you get for leapin’ in my way like a fuckin’ dumbass.”

You whimper and dig your head into the backseat. Katsuki glances through the rear-view mirror to see your tactical belt discarded on the car floor, cheeks and face flushed and sweaty. You throw a hand over your face and Katsuki has to redirect his attention to the road.

You start moaning. Shit.

Katsuki's training did not prepare him for this. Because he works. Alone.

"Get'cha damn paws out ya fuckin' pants," Katsuki hisses, white-knuckling the steering wheel. You don't listen, and Katsuki's carmine eyes come drifting towards the rear-view mirror one more time because...well. Maybe it's hard to look away.

"I...I can't," you gasp, and Katsuki imagines what it feels to be knuckle deep, having you leak all over his palm and back seat. "F-Feels good."

Katsuki cracks his neck with a painful sigh. He hates that you don't know what you do to him—and it's fucking terrifying.

Eyes on the road, Bakugou. Eyes on the goddamn road. Katsuki can't realize he's swerving when he's ogling through the rearview mirror. Isn't even facing the back window anymore but instead the backseat, where you sit with two legs spread, pants MIA and the entirety of your wetness glistening for all of him to see. Katsuki lets out a hefty sigh, one that radiates finality along with an air of temptation. *Fuck it. Tipping the steering wheel to the left, Katsuki signals to park on the side of the dead highway and stills so quickly the car lurches forwards. Finally, you open your fucking eyes.

"I—wai—what are we—"

"Don't say a fuckin' word."

Katsuki yanks his gloves off before clambering into the backseat and in between your thighs. You're dripping all over his leather seats, but Katsuki figures he'll get pissed about it later.

He eyes you for permission and you don't hesitate to give him some, nodding vehemently until your head aches.

"Y-Yeah, please Mista', I nee—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Katsuki bites his bottom lip as he runs a thumb through your wetness, muffling a curse when you shiver and try to buck him in even though you knew the attempt would be shitty. The ash-blond figures he'll give you what you want, and slides his index finger in.

"Oh," your chest balloons with a shudder. Your hands scramble for his shoulders and sink your nails in until they leave crescent prints. It induces a shiver that Katsuki's spine that he prays he can ignore, but jolts regardless.

"Y'been runnin' that mouth all goddamn day," Katsuki growls, leaving butterfly kisses on the insides of your thighs. They move towards your center without a second thought, but don't go farther than the edge—which has you muttering fuckin' tease under your breath.

"'S nice when you finally shut the hell up for once."

He's quick to stuff another finger next to the first one. Your hips find a mind of their own, bucking into his palm like a slut while Katsuki finds entertainment in it all. The way you quiver and cuss for him and only him drives him to the brink of insanity, forcing Katsuki to add a third finger without putting you through sheer torture like he planned.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he grunts, and it’s gunned towards himself. You're dripping down his arm and it’s tempting enough for him to lick it off. Instead, he laps at your clit instead.

Your eyes flutter so prettily. Katsuki’s neck aches to look up at you but it’s worth watching you writhe with a casual flick of his fingers. Your thighs, dripping in sweat and slick, quiver as you put in your best effort to hold them up. Needy.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, your hands grapple for his hair in a panic, “Just fuckin—fuck me already, dammit!”

Even the car quivers with the pressure you put on him—you're ripping Katsuki's fingers out by his swollen wrists and make a poor attempt in your lust filled haze trying to pick him up by the underarms and onto the seat. You don't get very far.

"Did you just...try to manhandle me?"

"Doesn't matter," you say, but in defense your brain's melted melted from the heat; fogged-up with the windows until condensation drips down Katsuki's shoulders. He finally moves from the car floor and, lifting you by the waist, finds it easy to slide underneath and rearrange you so your noses are touching.

"Better?" He pries. You nod until your head spins.

"I nee—"

"Yeah I know, jus' lemme—" Katsuki lifts you to shimmy his black cargo pants down to his knees. His cock lays fat against your back, and he slides a palm under your panties as if to ask, can I?

As if you haven't told him already.

He stretches the waistband out before letting go—it snaps against your skin with a sting and a mark for later. Katsuki's grin still shows, but suppresses a sadistic howl.

Lifting a palm, he cracks it against your ass absentmindedly—like a kid on Christmas, hypnotized with his new toy. You two share a look—one that burns you from the inside out. And it burns so nice.

Finally—fucking finally—Katsuki lifts you just enough to sit you on his cock without giving much time to adjust. You yelp, groping the seat behind his head for purchase or stability, which, you aren't quite sure, while he finds solace in gripping your hips like you'll float away without an anchor. By the time he bottoms out, he's spitting curses and your heads lolling, and there's no other way to describe it other than fucking perfect.

For some reason, Katsuki's head is clear enough to let you sit and adjust. Yours isn't though, mind stuffed to the brim with one thought only—a thought which becomes the catalyst for your movements.

"Fuckin' wait," Katsuki growls, hands rushing to your hips to make them stop, but you aren't listening. You pick up the pace until you form a steady, hypnotic rhythm...up, down, up, down...and the ash-blond can't do much but watch and enjoy the ride.

"Y'want me that bad, huh?" Katsuki rasps, licks his lips as he rests his head on the seat. His hands guide you enough to quicken your movements, but it's just enough to turn his solid muscles into a gooey, fleshy mess. You're hot to the touch—burning, even—and it has Katsuki wondering if you could be um...hot in other ways. He kills that thought before it even starts, though.

This is strictly business. He doesn't even tolerate you, let alone like.

Yeah. Definitely.

"Shut—shut up," you hiss, not that it holds much weight. The ash-blond gropes under your thigh for a better angle, lifting it enough to sting but not enough to be uncomfortable. You sing louder.

"Bouncin' on my cock 'n you got the fuckin' guts to tell me to shut up," he chuckles, shaking his head. Unbelieveable.

Your hand slams onto the fogged window for balance. Usually, Katsuki doesn't let your grimy fingers ever touch his windows, but he supposes there have to be exceptions. He knows for a fact your palm print can be seen from the outside and any passerby would immediately know what's going on in the car, but somehow, he can't bring himself to care.

Not when you sound like this.

"C'mon, I know you can move faster than that," he says with a tap of encouragement against your ass. Your eyes narrow, lighting up with a challenge. You make the mistake of taking a pause to readjust and Katsuki takes advantage of the break. His hips buck so your back hits the front seat. Holding both hands, he angles you so you're stuck and starts to fuck the air out of your lungs. Naturally.

"Shit," you curse under your breath. It doesn't take much for your voice to crescendo, and your fingers scramble for the back of his neck—so his move to your back. Katsuki can't lie, the angle's heavenly. And so are you.

Shit. Shit fuck.

Sweat drips down Katsuki's shoulders and dyes his hair dirty blond. Two cop cars race past, sirens loud and glowing blue and red—he doesn't doubt they're looking for you both. His hand slides from your sweat-slicked waist and down to give your clit some attention, and he knows he’s found the right spot when you squeeze tight around him, eliciting a gasp from both of you. The ash-blond knows you’re not fated to last much longer—but neither is he.

A few more thrusts and you let out a strained moan. Katsuki really isn't sure what it means until he feels you squirt in his lap, thighs quivering as you dig your nails into his spine. He forgets about his leather seats, let alone the mess you're leaving behind. If anything, all it makes him want is more.

When he's asks for a round two, not a thought runs through your head but absolutely. Katsuki picks you up, lays you against the soaked seats, hikes your knees above your head.

Now it's time to take what he wants.

[bunnyywritings]

bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1

bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp

[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied

To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.

He worried about you. A lot.

That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.

He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.

During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.

Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.

If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.

Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.

He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.

Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.

It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.

“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.

“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.

On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.

“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.

It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.

He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.

“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”

You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.

“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.

And you told him.

You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.

It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.

“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”

If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)

If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him. 

It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless. 

He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready. 

To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule. 

He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off. 

It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.

As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.

As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc. 

Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this. 

“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.

Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears. 

“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.

Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed. 

“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.” 

Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform.  When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you. 

“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside. 

There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking. 

“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered. 

“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?” 

“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.” 

“Then look into mine.”

And when you did, you didn’t see pity. 

You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding. 

“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.” 

[achairwithapandaonit]

Salty asks 9 and 13 (bakugo)

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

- i think i said somewhere that my least favourite characters are between mineta, endeavor, and stain. i feel like with mineta and endeavor it's kind of obvious why. tbh with endeavor as much as i like his character arc and find him interesting, i just can't stand the guy. i would absolutely try to treat his character as in character as i can in any work i write seriously but YEAH he kind of fucked up hard and he's lucky there's people like fuyumi and shouto who want to forgive him despite it all because i would never be able to. there are moments where i can like him, like when he realises that he needs to atone without the expectation of forgiveness, but despite that i can't really look past how he was when we first saw him.

- also,, onto stain. yeah, i never really got the hype over him, especially because his rhetoric makes no sense. there's no point to me in "true heroes". yeah, it's pretty cool i guess that izuku and toshi really just want to help people, but at the end of the day heroism is a job in their society. if people are helping others then i don't really care about whether or not they're doing it for fame or money. everything he was saying about iida not being a true hero rubbed me the wrong way. like,, come on!! he hospitalised iida's brother! he nearly killed him. iida responding to his emotional turmoil in the way he did doesn't make him a "bad hero". it just makes him a kid in distress going after a goddamn serial killer. like seriously!! this one serial killer is NOT the moral backbone of hero society and i recognise that the story isn't trying to paint it like that, but i'm pretty sure i've seen fics treat it like he is. god i forgot how much i dislike stain gshgfhdfhnks. he had one good moment with toshi but other than that i'm like /:< YEAH i don't like this character.

- and of course. yeah. we all know why i don't like mineta. it's the same reason that many others hold. i do think if they held back the "jokes" about his perversion he could be tolerable, but considering that and him admiring izuku is basically all there is to his character there's not anything there that i like. i do think he could be so utilised for comedy in fic tho,, as like an outside pov character of the weird shit going down. mineta getting sent into a mental breakdown in that one sandwich fic tickled me.

13. Unpopular opinion about Bakugou?

- i don't really know if i have any unpopular opinions on him?? i guess there's a huge part of the fandom that hates him fully and completely and that they might consider it unpopular that i like him, but YEAH, lots of people like bakugou. and i guess the fact that i think he deserves to get consequences for the shit he pulled with izuku probably clashes with another part of the fandom, but again, LOTS OF PEOPLE THINK THE SAME. idk,, early bakugou is a little shit, but he improves and develops and i like that about him. it's a lot easier to accept in a kid than a fully grown adult like endeavor. i WOULD like to see more fics where he gets consequences AND izuku is actually in character AND it doesn't bash katsuki tho. a lot of the time izuku is straight up completely out of character in my opinion.

[kazliin]

I love how you play with perspective and characters (I'm talking about Rivals btw, though I see this in your other fics). I love how you recognize that Yuuri isn't an uwu cinnamon role who is just a victim to other people and his circumstances, but actually a deeply flawed and kinda selfish person who tends to project his issues onto Viktor, whether that was through obsessive hero worship or obsessive hatred. I found the dissonance between the way the characters of Viktor and Yuuri view the world and each other vs their actual reality to be downright disturbing. Like (I see this in canon too) it takes so goddamn long to get past seeing Viktor through this untouchable, inhuman lens, which is believable because of his fame and notoriety. This lens kinda leads to all those weird interactions between Yuuri and Viktor even in canon, where Yuuri kinda assumes that Viktor will be ok no matter what he (Yuuri) does because it's Viktor, y'know? And that is not a healthy way to view your partner's vulnerabilities. Cesare wrote a really good fic which kind of explored this issue called "makes no sense to fall". I like how in your fic, it is so very clear that we are dealing with a couple of completely unreliable narrators. Like, perspective is such an important part of this fic, with Chris, Yuri, Viktor, Yakov and Yuuri especially. Yuri triggers Yuuri's realisation of his love for Viktor and like, it's all from Yuri's barely informed perspective of Yuuri. I think that makes a good point about how you should never assume? Viktor assumes Yuuri doesn't skate and that he and Yuuri are connected when at the time they really...weren't, Yuuri assumes that Viktor hasn't changed since he was 15 because of one experience, Yakov assumes Yuuri is a cheat and playboy without even having the full story: everyone is making assumptions and judging everyone without getting multiple perspectives. I mean jeez, at least Yuri gives Yuuri the benefit of the doubt at first, and tries to give him the other side of the story instead of letting everything go to shit. Thank god to Yurio for saving this ship lmao. Even with the fans and the little parts with social media, you can see how distorted their images of Viktor and Yuuri are. There was this fake post where someone said something like "it's not like Katsuki actually cares what people think about him anyway" and it just?? Fucked me up???? Like that was the moment when I was like "oh wow they really don't see them as human at all" which come to think of it, is kind of like how Yuuri sees Viktor at first. I think it makes an interesting commentary on the dangers of idolising anybody. It's personally poignant to me because it makes me re-examine the way I view celebrities or people I generally admire.

Especially as an English lit fan, your fic is a delight. Sorry if I didn't make much sense haha

Thank you!! When I started writing the fic I knew I wanted to write Yuuri as an unreliable narrator and explore how warped our perception of other people can be. I was going through a really rough period in my life while I was writing Rivals and experiencing some pretty bad mental health issues. A lot of Yuuri in that fic was a reflection of myself and me trying to work through some of my own issues. At the time of writing it, I actually had untreated and undiagnosed anxiety and I was struggling a lot with how it affected my relationships with other people (always assuming the worst, thinking every little minor thing meant they hated me, relating everything to myself rather than accepting people had their own lives and their own justifications for doing things that had nothing to do with me etc). A little while before writing the fic, I had started to try and fix myself and stop getting so caught up in my own head and my own worries that I stopped seeing the bigger picture and viewed other people as reflections of my own fears rather than individuals. So I wrote Yuuri partly based on my own feelings and to pick apart my own issues.

Thankfully I'm much better now (thank u therapy and medication!) but I'm still very glad I wrote the fic the way I did because I love exploring how drastically different two people can see the same scenario and how our past experiences shape the way we see the world. I also loved writing the social media sections because I have a lot of Thoughts and Opinions on celebrity culture and I wanted to explore how not only is Yuuri's perspective of Viktor messed up, but so is the media and fans perception of both of them and how that impacts their relationship and perceptions of each other