#katsuki bakugo pinning is so real

[stunt-fia]

katsuki bakugo is the biggest bkdk shipper, and i’m afraid i might have been out shipped by a fictional character.

(i’m sorry but i didn’t know there was a competition on who loves izuku the most? one i’ve clearly lost)

[uravitypng]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

[writeriguess]

Katsuki x reader where its your first kiss

The evening air was crisp, tinged with the lingering warmth of the sun setting beyond the horizon. The training grounds were quiet now, most of the students having retreated to their dorms after a long day. You stayed behind, feeling the need to blow off some extra steam. But you weren't alone.

Katsuki Bakugo stood a few meters away, his usual scowl softened by the dimming light. You had teamed up for a sparring session, the two of you pushing each other to the limits as usual. He had a way of making you work harder, never letting you slack off even for a moment. Maybe that’s why you liked him—though you’d never admit it.

“Hey,” his gruff voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “You spacing out or what?”

You blinked, realizing you’d been staring at the ground, lost in your own head. “I’m fine, just tired,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, well, don’t be weak,” he shot back, but there was no real bite to his words. If anything, there was something almost… hesitant in his tone, which was odd for him.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not weak, Bakugo. I could take you down anytime.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

The familiar competitive spark flared up between you two. “You’re on,” you grinned.

Without warning, he lunged at you, his movements quick and calculated. But you were ready, dodging his attack and countering with a move of your own. The two of you fell into the rhythm of battle, each trying to outdo the other. It was like a dance, one you had practiced countless times before. And yet, this time, it felt different—more charged, more intense.

After a few minutes, you found yourself pinned against a wall, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you in place. His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel the energy radiating off him in waves. For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound was your heavy breathing mingling in the space between you.

“Gotcha,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

“Lucky shot,” you managed to reply, though your heart was pounding in your chest for reasons that had nothing to do with the fight.

Katsuki didn’t move, his red eyes locked onto yours, and you felt your pulse quicken. There was something in his gaze that made your breath catch—a vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see.

“I’m not weak, you know,” you whispered, as if trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“I know,” he replied, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “You’re strong… that’s why—” He cut himself off, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. It was so unlike him that it threw you off balance.

“That’s why what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. And in that moment, you realized what was about to happen.

Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, his movements almost tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

When his lips finally met yours, it was like a spark igniting a fire. The kiss was rough, unpracticed, but full of raw emotion. His hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you might disappear. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself in the reality of the moment.

It was your first kiss, and it was everything you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t soft or sweet, but it was real—intense and overwhelming, just like him.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, the air between you charged with something new, something unspoken.

Katsuki’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed. “You’re not weak,” he murmured, as if needing to say it out loud. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled, though he couldn’t see it. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly good at this…”

“Neither am I,” you admitted, your fingers brushing against his. “But… maybe we can figure it out together?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice steady now. “Together.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Requests are open.

[sttm99]

Only Ever You and Me

Prince!Bakugo x reader.

Part 2 of Till Death Do Us Part

After the wedding ceremony, you and Bakugo retired to your chambers for the night. He sat at the edge of the bed, faced away from you, his elbows on his knees as he tried coming to terms with everything.

He'd just gotten married. He'd just been wed... to you. He turned back to look at you, watching you as you sit by the large vanity by the windows, pulling at all the pins that held your hair up.

You seemed so calm with this, so at ease despite the fact that you'd just gotten married to a man you'd met no more than 3 times before. Despite the fact that you'd practically claimed ownership over him just moments ago, despite him confessing to you that he loved someone else.

Your possessiveness had thrust him into an unfamiliar playing field. He'd expected someone timid, meek, a woman whom he could intimidate into keeping shut whilst he snuck around with the maid.

But you? Frankly, you intimidated him instead.

He'd realised what he found off about how perfect and regal you seemed. Sure, there was the fact that you may have slight obsessive tendencies laying claim to him like that. But before then, he'd realised that you just intimidated him.

You were the perfect royal, the perfect ruler his people deserved. From all he'd seen about you; you could reassure people, play court so effectively, and you had an energy that made people want to serve you.

He watched, breath hitching as you stood and began untying the sashes that held your dress up, walking towards the divider at the other side of the room, where your wardrobe was.

Even the way you walked was perfect.

You were so... perfect.

The perfect queen for his people.

He frowned as he stood from the bed. He pulled off his coat, threw it into the hamper at the edge of his bed, and then pulled his undershirt over his head and did the same.

"I've been thinking..." he turned his head to face you as you stepped out from behind the divider, now dressed in a flimsy, pale nightgown stopping just below your knees.

"About what?" Bakugo asked harshly with furrowed brows as he sat back on the bed.

"That servant girl you were looking at." You say as you go over to the bed, sitting atop it, a few spaces away from him. "How long has it been going on?"

He frowns deeply at that, glaring at you. "Of what use is that information?"

You shrug, leaning over to him. "These women, you know.... what if she's keeping your child or something-"

"Excuse me?" He spits out, growing angry at your words. Not only had you called her 'this woman', but also insinuating that he'd father a child out of wedlock.

He had some honour, at least. He wouldn't do that to her, to his love. He wouldn't have her keep a child who couldn't even call him his father.

But you just scoff and roll your eyes. "Oh, please. I'm being cautious. I don't need some bastards contesting the crown with our sons when the time comes."

He glares, a brow raised. "Our sons? Contesting the crown? You're thinking too far ahead."

"Far ahead? There's no far ahead with us, Katsuki. We're husband and wife, we should think of our chil-"

"In paper only." He cuts you off. "We're wed on paper only. The history books? Paper. The marriage contracts? Paper! My heart will always be with someone else! With her! You? You're just a position. Even if not you, there would have been another princess for me to marry!"

His words have you glaring, and you're standing, facing him from the other side of the bed. "We've been promised to each other since birth. There is no other princess to marry, Katsuki. It has always been me for you, and you for me. I was always going to be the one you end up with."

There's a glint in your eye as you speak, a sternness and finality in your voice that has him faltering in imagining a reality where he wasn't married to you, as though there really was no one else for him.

"This- this thing you have with that woman is nothing. It's not real. But us? We have the opportunity to create something real, okay? We're married now. We have all our lives to learn to love each other!"

"You're delusional!"

"I'm real!" You yell out. "What's delusional is you going ahead to cultivate a romance with a girl you knew you'd never be with. You've always known you had to marry me, and yet you went ahead to start something with someone you could never have!"

You pause then, taking small breaths as you look at him. "I've always known I'd end up with you. So I didn't bother giving my heart to anyone else." You glare. "You think I'm delusional. But here you are, tricking yourself into believing you could ever be with anyone other than me. If that's not delusion, then tell me what is."

.

.

.

There's silence for several long moments. Bakugo's frozen, hands clenched by his side, chest heaving and lips parted.

You're right.

You're obviously right.

He's always known he would end up with you. He'd always known he'd have no one else but you. Yet he went ahead and started something he knew would have no end. There was no future for him and the other woman.

Because that's all she'd ever be.

The other woman.

The only one he could be with was standing right in front of him.

"I-" He tries to speak, tries to find the words to convey how he's feeling.

"You should send her away," you say as you climb into the bed, settling under the covers. "You'll only break your own heart, allowing her to continue to stay here."

You try to drift off to sleep, try to block out the sounds of Bakugo shuffling into the bed. Until he's pressed up against you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"What- what are you doing?" You whisper, still facing away from him.

But he just sighs into your neck and pulls you closer to him. "You're right," he murmurs into your skin. "It was only ever going to be me and you... there's nothing else it could have been."

You hum, letting yourself relax in his hold. He's warm, and he's big, his large frame practically folding over you.

"I'll send her away," he says softly, pressing his lips to your neck.

"Good," you murmur, letting your hand rest over his on your stomach. "It'll only be you and me."

And he nods, "Only you and me, my wife."

[skymar13]

Breaking up with the bakusquad

Pt.2 - https:

: angst smoker sero

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡���

Bakugo

When you and bakugo started dating you were both aware of how little time you’d actually get to spend with each other, being third years and all you had more than what you could handle on your plate. But you guys persevered until the little time you guys did have with each other was no longer sweet and loving.

You and bakugo were sitting silently in his dorm trying to study for your upcoming exams. You looked over to him he had a frustrated expression one that you’d seen way too often lately. “Do you need some help? I’m almost done with this essay so I can help you on calc.” You said calmly thinking nothing of it until his brows furrow and he looks at you like you just insulted his entire blood line. “So you think I’m stupid? Like I can’t handle anything by myself? Fuck out of here with that.” He snarled at you going back to his work. Unfortunately this attitude was something he’s grown too comfortable showing you. You stood up grabbing your belongings as he looked up at you. “Where you going?” He asked harshly. “I don’t think we can be together anymore, you clearly have too much going on for this relationship. We’re done bakugo” ‘bakugo? Not kats or suki? You were for real’ he thought his eyes widening in shock but he didn’t say anything just nodded and handed you your school bag he watched you leave, you walked out of his life. He was upset but knew you were right. He didn’t cry or shout or beg, that’s how yk it hurt because bakugo katsuki was quiet and calm.

The days following you returned his hoodies and what nots he did yours you never spoke to each other just silent glances here and there. He told kirishima who made him realize what he did wrong and that he should have chased you or treated you better but he didn’t.

Kirishima

You had the perfect relationship, or atleast that’s what you thought. What you hadn’t known was that kirishima had his own insecurities.

You and him were walking through the halls of UA pinning up posters for the festival. You had been talking about the ‘full month of dates’ trend where you went on a date everyday. He looked at you sorrowfully before letting out a whispered “I can’t give you what you want” you hadn’t heard him at first asking him to repeat himself and this time but louder he says “I can’t give you what you want! I can’t be who you want me to be I can’t be with you anymore when you deserve someone who can provide you with everything you deserve” he said clutching his fists looking you in the eye. Of course you protested “you’re everything I want we don’t have to do the trend if that’s what this is about-“ he cut you off “no it has nothing to do with that I just can’t be what you want me to be” with that he walked off not looking back at you but he heard your soft sobs and he tried to co rain himself.

You had tried to talk to him about it when he dropped off your things but he wouldn’t say a word in response to your pleas. He wanted to hold you and comfort you but he knew what was best for you even if you couldn’t see it.

Denki

Everybody knows Denki is a flirt, that’s how he had bagged you with his constant advances. After you guys started dating you expected him to stop his flirtatious nature with the other girls in class but he didn’t, you had multiple talks where you explained he can’t compliment Mina’s new booty shorts or offer to help hagakure with her ig pictures or hearting every single one of momos pool posts. And you thought he got that.

Denki was talking to Ururaka you noticed him standing way too close too her than you had liked but you hadn’t thought anything horrible until he had looked her straight in the eyes pushing a piece of hair out of her face as he chuckled at smth she said. You felt your blood boil. ‘You’d told him about this explained your insecurities and he still hasn’t stopped?’ You stormed up to your dorm and begun packing up his hoodies, video games, cologne and other junk he’d left you along with your matching bracelet. You were done. You were going to drop his stuff at his door until you noticed him behind you. He came to give you a hug but you nudged to the side avoiding his advances. You handed him the box. “We can’t be together anymore when it seems like you have the hits for every girl in our class, makes me look like an idiot. We’re broken up you can leave my stuff outside my door later” you told him sternly keeping your composure you weren’t even mad and that scared him. “I can change I will change I’ll stop doing whatever u did today that hurt you” he said begging you with his eyes and you scoffed “the fact you don’t is the problem” with that you walked away down the hall back to your room.

He begged you every day, he still wore his bracelet and he never stopped leaving notes on your door. He did fix his behavior with his fellow female classmates but it was too late for all of that.

Sero

Sero had a problem. It was very apparent. When he first started smoking you hadn’t minded it was a stressful situation between hero work studying and keeping yalls relationship in check. But the more he did it the more often he was high instead of sober.

“Are you seriously high right now?” You whispered to him as he walked into a meeting for an upcoming mission a huge mission. “A little patrol was stressful” he said back eyes red and a lazy smirk on his face. You were tired of it he’d get high and show up to important dates or work related conferences or forget plans. He’d gotten lazy and un organized he even stopped putting effort into simply texting you or checking up on you it’s been two days since you had a real conversation. After the meeting you were walking out of the building you looked over to him “you have to stop hanta” he looked at you confused “stop what” “smoking” you said looking him straight in his blood shot eyes “it’s effecting your work your school and our relationship” “It brings me a calm” he poorly explained “am I not your calm?” You said frustratedly “no you’re not you’re just another thing I have to deal with” you stared at him blankly with a nod before turning around and walking away she walked after you “that’s not what I meant it’s just I am so stressed out” you gave him the middle finger before using your quirk to get out the asap

After that he was high 24/7 to get you out of his head. He tried to call and text but you had him blocked on everything. Worst part is he couldn’t even stay on earth long enough to realize it.

Mina

Rumors are an ugly thing everyone knew that. Mina was never a quiet person always in the spot light. That was something that drew you to her in the first place.

“I heared [name] was the daughter of a villain” “yeah I know I heard all for one on the big screen last night” “that’s so scary” you’d heard them gossiping for a while mina and her friends. But when the subject turned to you you’d expect her to clear your name. You weren’t a villains child you had just been raised by one until you were a pre teen Mina knew that. So why wasn’t she saying anything. You gotten your feelings hurt you weren’t confrontational so you ran to your dorm and cried because your girlfriend didn’t protect you from their judgement. “[name] open up!” She shouted on the other side of the door “no” you shouted back but she heard the wobble on your voice. “Is everything okay? Let me in!” She yelled again this time you got up unlocking the door you’d looked terrible eyes puffy and face red. “Oh hun.” She wrapped her arms around you and for a moment you let her before you pushed her off lightly. “Why can’t my own girlfriend protect me huh? From those mean rumors? Why?” You asked with broken sobs “you heard that? They were my friend I don’t know I don’t want to be left out” “how shallow. Get out” you said opening the door pointing for her to leave

She understood your pain and walked out that door but she did try to apologize your friends always blocked her though.

Jirou

Jirou hated herself that was a fact but when you chose her she was elated and she never let her insecurities get in the way of that. Until someone said something.

‘Why’d he have to say something like that?’Jirou thought she’d over heard monoma going on about he was just waiting for you to break up with Jirou and get with someone who could match you strength smartness and attractiveness. ‘Was he saying I’m not good enough for them?’ She thought she spiraled into a tornado of insecurities leading to a panic attack that left her shaking on the ground of the bathroom. Your walked in instantly seeing her shaking form on the floor you fell to your knees trying to help till she pushed you away. You flew back with a questioning look. “Hey what’s wrong what happened?” “Leave me alone I hate you I hate you I hate you” she said harshly “I can’t be with someone like you you deserve more so go find more and leave me alone” she said getting up and you grabbed her arm pulling her but she pulled back walking out and slamming the door behind her.

You’d try to get her attention and find out what had happened but she refused to look at you always pushing you away.

[perception-sets-it-fair]

Getting on the BKDK train

Gotta track my descent into madness for these boys.

Much Ado About Guard Dogs by tumbleweedchaser Bakugo’s apartment gets crushed by Mt.Lady, so Fat Gum sets him up with a live in bodyguard gig for some scientist who needs protection from the League.  Turns out its the quirkless Deku who he was horrific to in middle school. 

Let's Revisit Rule No.9 by SaphhicPandaBear Izuku asks his boyfriend Katsuki to degrade him during sex, but the name he wants to be called makes Katsuki pause. 

I’m no hero; that’s understood by Fitzrovia post war year 3 at UA. A celebrity matchmaker with a special quirk unleashes a whole bunch of memories and feelings for Bakugo.

Stress Fracture by okakachan post war in recovery Bakugo living with Deku and dealing with his fears of intimacy.

Fireworks Display by crovorising, shaggyherbals Bakugo tries bottoming and it’s kind of a revelation

Rut Buddy by Hazel_Witch Alpha hero Bakguo, omega Izuku. Reunited childhood friends thanks to an app. Featuring quirkless Izuku, reverse slowburn, mission fic.  

Show Me Your Teeth by Ikira Bakugo gets hit with a vampirism quirk. Class 1-A helps him out with his new thirst, but Izuku is acting a little weird about it.

seem to shun hiro_academia (bioplast_hero) Bakugo kisses Deku and it starts a tentative new level of intimacy. Featuring trans Bakugou and bottom Deku. 

the scientific method - capncapnk Izuku realizes he is really into seeing Katsuki cry.

Summit by SuiCausa Fantasy setting where the villagers like Izuku and Katsuki climb a mountain in search of a dragon. Leads to magical transformation/dragon banging.

chocolate's an aphrodisiac gabstar Katuski is real sweet during a long stakeout mission and Izuku has an idea.

Smile/Snarl SashaDistan Pro hero Dyanmight is scared of the dentist. Turns out, his childhood friend became one. AKA the one where Bakugo is feeling subby for hot dentist Izuku. 

The extraordinary circumstances of falling for you (again) by bakutiddys Post break up, the boys are on a big group mission and get hit by a sex pollen quirk.

Don't Wanna Tango With You (I'd Rather Tangle With Him) Fitzrovia  Izuku says hes sparing with Kacchan to get out of a girl asking him out. He has an interesting reaction to pinning Katsuki down.

knew you first hysunshine Its third year, Bakugou is in therapy and is opening up a bit. Slight angst, fluff, trans Bakugou goodness.

[kyojurismo]

★ — spider-man!bakugo part 2 !

character : katsuki bakugo

tags : spider-man!au, fem!reader, 2.9k words (yeah i got carried away), this is a continuation of a series of hc i posted a while ago, bit of angst, injuries, mention of getting shot, kissing, happy ending i guess? both r & katsuki are 18 by the way, half proofread so don’t look at it too closely.

part one

notes : hi guys !! okay so i finally finished writing it, i was way better in my mind but i wanted to post it anyway since spider-man!bkg is bringing me loads of comfort — idk if i’ll post more about him, for now that’s all i guess >_< so anyway, i hope you’ll enjoy it. plus, i take this opportunity to thank you those who showed love for the part 1, it means the world to me <3

“katsuki!” you rushed to his side as he finished putting some books into his locker. he turned his head to look at you. “what is it?” he tried to hide his nervousness, the look on your face seemed that of someone who discovered something big. “i know who’s behind spider-man!” you said excitedly, but not that loud to let the whole school hear you.

bakugo’s heart skipped a beat and he had to fight for his expression to remain calm. “ah? r-really?” he chuckled as he closed his locker, gulping down. “tell me everything.”

“it’s a student. i wasn’t too sure about this before, but i watched a couple of videos and he had a backpack with a pin from our school! isn’t it cool?” you explained while walking beside him. bakugo sighed in relief in his mind, grateful you had no real information about spider-man.

wait… a backpack?

he was grateful you didn’t seem to notice but he mentally noted that he must change backpack as soon as possible.

“you don’t seem so interested in spider-man, huh? you don’t like him?” you then looked at his face, noticing that he seemed rather distracted. “no no! uh, i just… i’m not a big fan of superheroes, y’know? i trust the police and the government,” he explained offering a small smile before looking away. “hm.” you seemed to be thinking too much about his answer so he changed subject. “today at 4? mine or your place?” he pulled your attention over homework. “i live closer to school, so…” you shrugged and he nodded, before you two entered your classroom.

─────────────────────

“welcome, katsuki!” your mother greeted your friend with a huge smile, happy to see him. he seemed to be liked by your mother a bit too much in your opinion. “hello,” he smiled timidly. you grabbed his hand and pulled you with him towards your room. “keep the door open a little bit!” your father shouted from the living room. you rolled your eyes and stepped into your room, followed by an amused katsuki.

“i’m not a kid anymore, for god’s sake,” you murmured and closed the door anyway. katsuki sat by your desk, as usual, and followed you moving around the room before grabbing your notebooks. “alright, can you help me with this math exercise before we start with biology?” you pleaded, showing him the reason behind your distress. “yeah, sure. it’s nothing too impossible,” he comforted you with a smile.

after hours of studying your mother came and offered katsuki to stay for dinner but he politely refused, saying that his mother was waiting for him as his father was out of town for a couple of weeks due to work. “oh, you don’t have to add more. i totally understand! maybe next time, okay?” you hid your face behind your palms in embarrassment as she left.

“she’s sweet,” he commented, chuckling at your status. you groaned in response and hit his chest playfully. “just with you,” you said and watched him pack his things.

a couple of pins attached to his backpack caught your attention, resembling a bunch of superheroes and a group band. you remembered katsuki told you that he wasn’t too fond of superheroes, so it confused you a bit.

“hey, ‘tsuki… what do you think about that superhero who helped spider-man last week?” you try to sound casual, playing with your pen. “uh, he was cool,” he answered while shrugging. “i saw him on the news, i don’t know if he actually is,” he was quick to add, laughing. he gulped down and finished to put his books away when you threw your pen at him and he caught it without even turning around.

you gasped and quickly got up to your feet as katsuki groaned and turned to meet your face, your hands covering your lips as you tried to process what just happened.

“l-listen…” he tried to think of something to justify his reflexes but you were quick to start throwing small objects at him, to see him do that again.

“why aren’t you catching them? you’re doing it on purpose?” you tilted your head to the side, your tone showing a bit of annoyance. “no, it’s just that the way you’re throwing them is not gonna hurt me so… fuck,” he groaned and sat down at the edge of your bed. “forget it, please. it’s just a thing my father taught me, it doesn’t mean anything,” he lied straight to your face.

did he not trust you enough?

“you’re spider-man, right? it-it just makes sense! god i’m so stupid!” you started pacing around the room, connecting the dots. “when you got hurt, that one time you came here… the next day you couldn’t play basket because you said you fell or something. it was because the wound would open up right? and when you showed up with a big bruise under your eye, it was because of that criminal hitting you with… whatever that thing was,” you spoke fast, your hands shaking slightly as you kept explaining all the things that gave him away — they didn’t, actually. you caught him just because he stopped the point of your pen from hitting his nape a bit too hard.

“[y/n], take a deep breath and sit down for a moment, hm?” he moved closer and grabbed your hands making you sit down on the bed. “you’re spider-man,” you squeaked, covering your mouth once again. “spider-man kissed me, so you kissed me…” you added and katsuki sighed at the memory, regretting it not because he didn’t like it but because it was extremely dumb for him to do something like that.

“you idiot!” you then hit his chest, for real now. he looked at you in confusion. “what was that for?” he asked, stopping you from hitting him again. “you nerdy coward! why would you kiss me as spider-man?” you asked in an angry tone.

katsuki let go of your hands and simply shook his head before going to grab his backpack and reaching the door. you swiftly reached him and planted yourself against the door so he wouldn’t open it. “you can’t just walk away as if it’s nothing, you know? why didn’t you tell me? we grew so close since the last year… don’t you trust me?” you didn’t seem angry in that moment, you seemed… hurt?

he took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before glancing at you, his hand timidly took yours and his thumb started caressing your palm. “it’s not exactly something you shout when entering a room, y’know… plus, no one knows it.”

you were the only one?

“be serious,” you gasped, not expecting to be the only one to know his secret. “i am!” he swore, not breaking eye contact not even for a second. “oh ‘tsuki…” your eyes filled with tears as you suddenly hugged him, holding him tightly. he looked confused as you held him, his eyes staring at the door in silence. “it must have been so hard… but now you have me! i’ll help you, like a sidekick or something!” you smiled enthusiastically at him. katsuki’s face darkened at your statement and pushed you away as gently as he could in that moment, you frowned.

“help me,” he spat, walking to your window instead. “you can’t help me without getting involved or worse, killed. i can’t allow it, so forget about your silly discovery,” he shook his head, his voice was firm as he said all that. you tried to move closer to him but he turned and glared at you with a cold look, you froze in place at that. “forget about it. i think it’s better if i distance myself from you.”

those were his last words and they hurt you deeply. you could only watch him exit your room through your window and swing away, leaving you standing there in silence.

─────────────────────

for the following month, katsuki kept his word. he barely waved at you in class, you didn’t meet up to study anymore. he became something similar to a stranger. your friends noticed how you two became distant and you shrugged it off with a simple ‘we had a fight and he never apologised so i don’t wanna be friends with someone like him.’

your own words hurt. katsuki heard them too, but he thought it was for the best so he was okay with what you told your friends.

this whole situation worked until spider-man was attacked by a strong group of criminals and got shot. you heard the news about how he helped capturing them but no one heard about what happened to spider-man after that. what scared you even more was that he was missing school, something that was unusual for someone like him.

after three days you decided to go to his house, using the notes from the lessons he missed as an excuse.

you rang the doorbell and waited patiently, an anxious feeling biting at your heart. when the door opened you noticed that you were actually holding your breath. “hello!” katsuki’s mom, mitsuki, offered you a warm smile. “h-hello, i um… i brought the notes from the lessons katsuki missed in the past days,” you explained, gripping your bag tightly.

“oh, thank you! come inside,” mitsuki nodded and let you enter inside. you followed her and quietly glanced around, it was the second time you visited his house after all. “i can make you some tea?” she asked while entering the kitchen, glancing at you. “uh, no. no, thanks. i’m fine,” you shook your head before smiling politely. she nodded and sighed, losing herself in her thoughts for a moment. “katsuki is upstairs, first door on the right” she turned and smiled at you. “got it,” you thanked her and reached the stairs.

now you could feel your heart racing in your chest, wondering how could you initiate an actual conversation with him. you bit your lips and knocked on his door, waiting to hear his voice. “i told you i’m not hungry!” he shouted from the other side, making you realise he didn’t know you were there. you sighed and decided to open the door anyway.

he was sitting by his desk, his headphones were covering his ears. you closed the door and slowly reached him, jumping when he suddenly turned ready to shout to get out of his room. he was about to say something before deciding to keep his mouth shut as he took the headphones off.

you noticed the bandage on his right temple and the bruise on his cheek, his rest of his body seemed alright but you were sure he was hiding other bruises and minor injuries. you felt a sense of relief fill your chest, as you realised he was alright after all.

“t-tsuki, i…” you glanced at the floor and gripped your bag nervously, trying to find the right words. “i uh… well,” you bit your lips before simply pulling out the extra notes you took for him and putting them on his desk. his eyes followed your actions before he glanced up at your face, your eyes not meeting his.

“i-i’m glad you’re okay, i just came here to make sure… so i’m leaving, alright,” you spoke after a couple of moments of silence, turning around and walking towards the door. before you could open it, his hand planted itself on its surface and his shadow towered over you. you gulped down and held the doorknob nervously.

the silence was suffocating, you felt more and more anxious as you didn’t know his intentions.

“say something!” you finally snapped, shutting your eyes closed. “thanks for the notes,” was all he said, his deep voice making you shiver. “not about that,” you turned to look at his face, visibly upset. katsuki tilted his head to the side, looking at you in a way that made you feel small. “what do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice was low now.

“y-you got shot, katsuki!” you screamed as low as you could, not wanting his mother to hear. “you could have died a-and all you can say is thanks?!” your eyes started filling with tears, making it hard for you to keep eye contact. katsuki felt his heart clench at the sight, knowing that he was the reason you were feeling like that.

“but i’m not, so it’s fine,” he shrugged, sighing. “don’t look down on me, i know what i’m doing,” he then added, clenching his fist. “oh? then explain this!” you pointed at his head and he caught your wrist before you could even touch him, making you flinch. “i got distracted, it happens you know?” he said while gritting his teeth.

you shook your head and turned around, trying to open the door. “you’re so self-centred you don’t even acknowledge the feelings of those around you,” you muttered coldly and were about to walk out before he grabbed your arm and made you turn around, surprising you. katsuki cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss.

it took you a couple of moments to reciprocate it, your hands grabbing hold of his shoulders as you closed your eyes. katsuki pulled you even closer as he moved one of his hand down to your waist, pulling you inside his room and closing the door. your back was pushed against it as he kept kissing you with more desperation now, his hands holding you more firmly. you had to push him away to catch some air, your cheeks warmed up now as he looked at you.

you were the one being silence now and he started to grow nervous as you simply rested your hands on his shoulders. “oi, say something, dammit.”

“it was definitely better than the first one,” you murmured before chuckling. katsuki rolled his eyes before kissing your forehead, his warm hands caressing your cheeks. “i missed you. keeping you away was the hardest shit i’ve ever done in my life,” he confessed and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on your head. you silently cried into his t-shirt, holding him even tighter. “i’m so sorry.”

“don’t push me away again,” you pleaded, sniffing. he smiled and held you even tighter. “how can i push my little sidekick away?” he chuckled and you gasped, pulling away to meet his eyes. “sidekick?” your face lit up and katsuki was quick to pull you back to reality. “my sidekick that keeps her butt at home and stays in contact with me,” he clarified, making you pout like a little girl. “that’s not a real sidekick, ‘tsuki.”

“i gotta make sure you’re not getting hurt,” his voice was dead serious, he was promising to protect you. “hm. ‘kay,” you nodded before kissing his bruised cheek softly.

“i’m dating spider-man,” you jumped a little while smiling happily as you reached his desk. katsuki chuckled at your reaction and smiled while looking at you, his eyes shining.

tags : [ since multiple ppl were interested in reading more, i thought it would be okay to tag you guys in the second part… if you want to be removed just lemme know !! ] @doumadono @reyathens @ohwhale-exo @its-claude-time @nikoruropesu @selfindulgenthoe @sigmaswaist @archer-fb

[pikahlua]

I was curious about your thoughts regarding the sidelining of Kirishima/Bakugo's friendship post-Kamino and how Hori chose to highlight Deku's emotional state during the handhold rather than celebrate the connection between Kr and Bk. Do you think the growing distance between Kirishima and Bakugo since then has been intentional? Or are the rumors true that Hori reduced their interactions bec of how some were preferring their relationship over Dk/Bks?

Whew. Okay we all need to take a step back here lol. I'm going to say something I hope no one takes the wrong way, but it's important to understand.

Kirishima is not a main character. He is a secondary character, a side character. He's not a bit character or an extra. He's one of those characters who gets some decent focus for his growth, but the trajectory of his character arc is shorter than that of a main character.

I'm putting him in the same camp as Iida or Ochako or Kaminari or even Shouto on some level when I say this. These are all important characters, but when I call them "secondary/side characters," I'm referring to their functions in the story. You can divide the characters into tiers not based on their actual importance or excellence as characters but based on their functions. Izuku is the primary main character. He is the character through which the vast majority of the story is told. He is the lynch pin. There are other main characters who are more secondary in function to Izuku but still hold the story together. These are characters like All Might, Katsuki, and to some extent Shouto (so versatile!) and Tomura. It’s not as simple as just “main character vs side character,” but what I’m getting at is the way in which a character functions in a story varies depending on what type of character they are. Again, I don’t mean this in a disparaging way. Some of the best and most impactful and well-written characters in stories can be side characters or even bit characters. But their character arcs look different depending on which type of character they are.

Take Eri for instance. About 90% of her character arc is meant to be contained within the Overhaul and School Cultural Festival arcs. She’s still present in future arcs, but there isn’t much about her character that’s crucial to the developing story. She doesn’t have any personal growth questions to answer anymore either. But she is there to be cute and a nice window into the POV of the young children affected by the story. The story doesn’t need to focus on her, but it uses her as a quick window every so often to give us that POV or levity or cuteness.

I said all of that to say this: the lack of focus on the friendship between Kirishima and Katsuki doesn’t mean anything like what you’re all suggesting. The arc of their friendship was meant to serve its purpose in the story. The lack of focus on it means that the friendship arc has already occurred and done its job. Their friendship hasn’t changed or disappeared, it’s just not highlighted in the story because it’s not relevant to the current story--or rather it’s not AS relevant as other things happening in the current story.

So what was it relevant for? Well, it kind of ties into your question about the “Bakusquad,” which is really a marketing construct that stuck more in the west than in Japan. The thing is, small cliques within classrooms aren’t really a trope in Japan. Maybe they exist in real life, but that’s not the societal concept. Cliques in Japan are more like classrooms versus classrooms. You have your class you’re sat together with in most of your classes (with exceptions like some electives), and you’re treated like your class is your team that you’re a part of. The MHA story follows this trope. What you see from start to end is that Izuku and Katsuki are both struggling to become a cohesive part of class 1-A (both for different reasons). Kirishima is meant to be Katsuki’s initial entry point into class 1-A as a whole, where the whole class is a cohesive team and group of friends. Kirishima is the character who first takes the time and energy to try to understand Katsuki’s communication style. He bulldozes through Katsuki’s tough-guy posturing and makes that first important friendship connection with him to try to help Katsuki fit in. Their friendship is the rest of the class’ first window at who Katsuki is deep down, and they all slowly start to warm up to him and see through his bullshit. Kirishima is the reason Katsuki ultimately becomes one of the two central people holding the class together.

So I don’t see the lack of Kirishima in Katsuki’s story as a sign that something has happened between them. I see it as a sign that Kirishima has done his part helping Katsuki integrate into class 1-A. And just like with Eri, we don’t get any new development in their friendship because they’ve reached the endpoint of that particular story arc, and all we’re meant to get at this point are little nods here and there about the new homeostasis their friendship has achieved (e.g. Kirishima bantering with Katsuki while they force Izuku to take a bath). We’re also meant to take the presence of any in class 1-A as the presence of ALL class 1-A. So when Sero, Satou, and Mineta (yes, even him) visit Katsuki’s hospital room, they’re doing so on behalf of the rest of class 1-A who can’t be there right now including Kirishima. Class 1-A is splitting the work between all of them because there are multiple classmates in the hospital for them to visit and comfort.

Now, that’s not to say that people who enjoy Kirishima and Katsuki’s friendship should quiet down and be happy with that. If you like their interactions, you like their interactions. That’s totally reasonable for you to be clamoring for more interaction. I just don’t think we need to take what’s happening in the story to drastic conclusions about Horikoshi’s intentions. Ultimately, Horikoshi has to try to tell his story as efficiently as possible. He can’t depict every second of every character’s thoughts and actions, as much as we’d love for him to be able to.

And besides, whatever we’re craving more of is what fanfic is for!

[jp---v]

Apologies

Let's take a look at the big apologies in the series. From Todoroki Enji/Endeavor to his family and Katsuki Bakugo/Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight to Midoriya Izuku/Deku.

First, there was a villain out for Midoriya's head and Class A intervened as he was letting him get the shit kicked out of him by mind controlled civilians. This was followed immediately by him trying to flee from his friends as most of them yelled what he means to them and showed the results of their training. Big or small, Midoriya made an impact on everyone in the class.

It wasn't until Midoriya stopped trying to flee that Bakugo spoke up for the first time since the whole scuffle started. Previously, he was still mocking Midoriya.

Bakugo prefaced his apology by providing his perspective for context to his behavior in front of their peers. And he finished with...

a kind of half-assed bow and a pretty open ended apology.

Shortly after this(when Midoriya was allowed back into UA) he almost immediately went back to his usual behavior, which got called out by two different people who were in the room. The only real change directly after the apology was not calling him 'Deku' anymore, which is now his hero name so there's some mixed opinions about whether or not it's actually more respectful or not.

It's not until the next big fight when they're stalling for time until Midoriya can arrive that Bakugo actually shows some development, when his quirk evolves and subsequently starts destroying his body, he shows some understanding of how Midoriya struggled at the beginning of having a quirk.

This is then cut short by Shigaraki, but I expect it will be resolved eventually, one way or another.

Next, Enji(after losing an arm and nearly getting obliterated by All for One) spent a chase sequence and Touya/Dabi's attempted suicide bombing only thinking about the other heroes/students/civilians that would get caught in the crossfire and his duty as the "Number One Hero" to save lives.

It isn't until Rei, Natsuo, and Fuyumi arrive that his emotions come out. It's more of the same, "you will die, please leave," while fully expecting to die himself. As expected, none of them listen and try instead to cool Touya down with their collective ice quirks, but none of them have really done much quirk training so it isn't slowing him down much, if at all.

Then, Touya detonates... just in time for Shoto to cancel it out with his ice, and while Touya is spitting his anger out at everyone present, we get this

Enji crawls his way to Touya, who is freezing over, and cries his apologies to all of them. He tells Touya to keep being angry, he calls out the final breaking point that put him on this path to apologize for it.

He apologizes to each of them for what he did in terms that are specific enough for people who are in the know, but too vague for anyone else.

Except for Shoto, who took one hell of a beating from Touya and turned himself into a goddamned meteor to get here, Enji couldn't pin down one thing to apologize for in that moment. Whether he couldn't decide what was the worst or he was just succumbing to his injuries and exhaustion like the rest, in that moment all he could do is cry on the chest of his oldest child and to his youngest child say, "I'm sorry."

What Enji did was objectively worse, but that does not diminish the decade of abuse that Midoriya suffered because of Bakugo.

tl:dr Bakugo's apology felt underwhelming and maybe a little insincere, but if he lives I think he might be able to prove it.

Enji's apology came too late, but there is no doubt that he means it. He's been trying to atone without apologizing because he didn't understand what each of them wanted from him, but after expecting and accepting his death multiple times within a single day, he finally just straight up apologizes.

Now the big question is, who all is gonna live through this?

[chochuuya]

a sprinkle of bnha hcs.

about: katsuki, izuku, shoto, denki, tenya, kirishima & sero.

✶ katsuki bakugo is the type of guy who will scoff when someone compliments you, but he agrees with their words deep down. katsuki will definitely be the type to swipe his card before you could even pop your wallet open, very suave. (have you seen how tuff he looks on official arts??)

✶ izuku midoriya is who's whole existence is a green flag. izuku is the type of guy who is very shy with you at first, but he will ask for your company to go on night walks together. also, he will ask you to send him all might edits on tiktok and he listens to mitski, no questions asked.

✶ shoto todoroki is the type of guy who will treat you the same before and during your relationship with him, because he doesn't know how to express himself yet. however, shoto will keep giving you soba everyday to share that joy with you. the best person to bring for candle shopping.

✶ denki kaminari is the type of guy who loves the arcade, may cheat if the games doesn't give him enough tickets to get the prize he eyed on. matching guitar keychains and pin badges. denki will also insist on making a collab playlist on spotify with you.. he contributes most of the songs.

✶ tenya iida is the type of guy who uses this "😅" and the thumbs up emoji a lot. he is a little bit shy when showing his sweet side in public but when he does, he goes all out. i'm talking a flower bouquet bigger than you all out. tenya absolutely knows hand placements.. wink wonk.

✶ eijiro kirishima is the type of guy who would carry your stuffs during study and gym dates. he gives the best hugs and he is so gentle with you. kirishima is loved by everyone, family and friends. the best wingman.

✶ sero hanta is the type of guy who reminds me of spiderman. he loves matching tote bags with you, even better if it has a retro design on them. coffee dates are a must with sero, he knows your exact order every time. will bring you to food festivals and share a big cup of slushie.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real.

hello friends, this is my first time writing for bnha. i hope i did alright hehe ˚( ˙꒳ˁ　)˒˒ i'm currently reading the manga~ all reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! (*˘︶˘*)♡

[fandompridehcs]

Updated pinned post

Abt me

I'm Anna but I also go by the names Maci, Hope, Clover, Moonlight, Seven, and Starlight

I'm 18

I use she/they/it pronouns and sometimes he/him

I also run @kincallouts and interact from there, and @annnathegayblogger

An abt me doc with more info is coming soon!

This blog is heavily inspired by mogai headcanons!

My other socials

YouTube: annastarlight

Another YouTube channel: Starlight studios

Jammable: Maci3

Starmaker: AnnaStarlight

Old Starmaker(no longer have access to) : annastarlight

Tier Maker: Anna

Insta: annastarlightnew

Old insta accs: F1lthyn4g1t0k1nn13, thesadgurlbutnotagurl, maci_starlight, ceystop3favships admin 💚, dailykomanami, annabutafb meme acc

Ao3: annathegaywriter

Tellynom: annathegayclown

Pronouny: annathegayclown

Twitter(no longer use): maci_starlight

Tiktok(no longer use): maci5521

Roblox: annastarlight

DNI

I have no set DNI, but my accounts are a safe space for POC, LGBT, palestinians, pronoun non conformity, lesboys/turgirls, mspec mono idenites and otherwise "contradictory" labels, alterhumans and nonhumans, kink partakers, systems(including non traumagenic systems), disabled folk(including paras and personality disorders), researched self dx

Hate to any of my followers might result in a block

I'm also anti contact for paras, generally against transx and think fiction affects reality, feel free to block me if my beliefs break your DNI

Request rules

No labels that positively encourage action on paraphilic disorders(unless it's reclaimed, for example, clovergender)

No labels that encourage pro ed, thinspo or body checking

Anything having to do with proship unless it's a recovering proshipper hc or a label related to it

Transx or transid stuff(unless transrace in the adopted sense, transabled hc specifically requested by someone with BIID, or a chronosian/altage individual reclaiming transage)

I will not allow any label used by exclus(ex. todamoric and sapphomoric)

No hcs of real people

I'll take hcs of the reclaimed definitions of recugender but I'll use this flag instead of the more well known one to avoid people thinking I'm a troll

I also know circumgender has a reclaimed definition but idk if there's an alt flag, if there is tell me and I'll allow requests

No morosexual hcs

I'll allow hcs of the reclaimed definition of sapiosexual but I'll change it to "scisexual" or "cognisexual" and use this flag to avoid anyone thinking I'm abelist and classist

No virosexual hcs

Rabiosexual is changed to "rabies pride" to avoid anyone thinking I'm a troll

None of these ships:

Incest ships, this includes step siblings and adopted family

Any ship between one or two minors with an age gap greater than 2 years(even between 2 minors is pushing it bc there's a big maturity gap between let's say a 13 year old and a 16 year old)

My policy with minor x adult ships: 18 or 19 is still relatively young, so if it's a 16-17 year old x an 18 year old or a 17 year old x a 19 year old I think it's fine bc they're still teenagers.

Overly abusive ships(I'm not nitpicky, if you can take them out of the canon events and circumstances without making them ooc I think it's fine)

Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya from BNHA

Steven Universe x gems

Peridot x Lapius from Steven Universe

Kylo x Rey from Star Wars

Enterpa x other princesses, Cartra or Bow from She Ra

Izuru Kamakura x Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa

Misa Amane x Light Yagami from Death Note

Eren Yeager x Mikasa Akerman from Attack On Titan

Eric Cartman ships

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger from Harry Potter

Valentino ships other than Vox and Velvette(Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie x Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

Angel Dust x Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

Alastor x Nifty from Hazbin Hotel

Alastor x Husk from Hazbin Hotel

Other Alastor ships are fine in a QPR but no romantic relationships

Fizzaroli x Mammoth from Helluva Boss

Bella Swan x Edward Cullen or that werewolf guy

Kelly x Crybaby from K-12

Everything above also goes for my other accounts since I draw ship art, edit ships and write fics for ships. I won't draw, edit or write about the ships above.

[gh0stchoir]

Filo and Bakugo exchanged kicks and punches in the gym, not giving each other anything. After all, in a real fight, their enemy wouldn't either. And it helped Filo keep her thoughts clear. Having to keep real focus on her opponent kept her mind from straying. And Bakugo was a real opponent. He knew going easy on her for being a girl wouldn't bring her anything. One didn't get better by never being actively challenged. "You know what?", Filo said as she ducked a punch, delivering one of her own, "You should really do this with Tao more often." Bakugo blocked her hit, grunting. "Not you too", he huffed. Filo raised a brow, side-stepping to avoid being kicked in the guts. "Too? What, who else wants you to spend time with him?" Bakugo huffed again. "Shittyhair, Racoon eyes, Dunce face and Flat face", he managed to get a hold of Filo, pinning her to the ground, "I don't get why you too want me to spend time with your boyfriend."

Filo blinked, before pulling a face. "Katsuki. Bakugo. You must be the dumbest person in the entire class, and I'm including Denki." No personal offense to the blond, but he was just not the brightest candle on the cake. Bakugo sneered, huffing, but Filo didn't let him come to word. "Do you ever pay attention to anyone other than yourself? You know what, don't answer that. I know you don't. Because if you did, you would be aware that I'm crushing really hard on Amajiki. Tao is my best friend, not boyfriend", she smirked, "So you can shoot your shot~" Bakugo huffed, letting go of her. "I won't! Don't need to! I'm not fucking interested in Bunny Ears!" Filo smirked more, sitting up. "Katsuki~ Do I need to remind you of my second quirk?~", she chuckled, "I know you're in deep for him~ That's why you avoid him, because the feeling confuses you~" Bakugo blushed. Which looked honestly extremely cute on him, Filo hated she didn't had a camera with her.

"Holy shit what did you do to get Bakugou all upset?" Denki asked, watching as the blonde hurried away to his room. Filo smiled, entering the room. "Just told him the truth is all. He actually believed me and Tao were dating." Everyone in the room paused, staring at her. "Wait you two aren't?!" Mina yelled. Both Tao and Filo froze, looking at each other. Had everyone actually thought they were together?! Tao quietly cleared his throat. "I'm not even into girls.." He said. Kirishima, Denki, Mina, and Sero lit up at this, all sharing grins. "Did everyone think we were together-?" Tao asked. Everyone in the room nodded. He sighed. Filo only laughed. The whole situation was funny, and now it was nice that everyone knew the two were just best friends.

"Mirio stopped by earlier." Tao said, now in Filo's room with her. She looked over at him. "He's stopping by tomorrow, and I asked him to bring Neijire and Tamaki. It's always nice to see them." He said with a smile. Filo looked away, upon hearing her crushes name. "So no hiding in here, why not talk to Amajiki?" He asked. She huffed, sitting down on her bed. "It's like me asking you 'why not just talk to Bakugou?'..I just can't walk up and say 'I really really like you!!'" She groaned into her hands. Tao offered a smile.

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?��� bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[prettyboykatsuki]

»» — { ♡ } —— { ♡ } —— { ♡ } — ««

into it | k. bakugou 

➳ tags ;; smut, praise kink (so much praise kink),d/s undertones, dumbification fem!reader, unprotected, mild dacryphilia (what else do we expect lol), pro-hero!katsuki

➳ wc ;; 1.5k

➳ a/n ;; my period came n it’s My Day so im posting this. sorry if i’m a little rusty! i haven’t written any nsfw since like? march.

»» — { ♡ } —— { ♡ } —— { ♡ } — ««

He know he’s spoiled you rotten. 

He knows this fact better than anyone else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to others, he knew it and he knew it well. The way Bakugou Katsuki finds himself stuck by your side leaves him with more questions and answers. He’s developed quite the habit of listening to your every word, clinging off your little attention and praise like it was more important than anything else. 

In a way, it was. That feeling he gets in his stomach, the pride in his chest when you bat long lashes at him and say “katsuki” the way only you ever could. You’ve got a grip on his being like nothing else. The world could be falling apart but he knows in his head he would be worrying about his baby. 

He knows he’s in love and he’s strong enough to admit it. But there’s a difference between being in loved and being whipped beyond belief or comparison. He’s indefinitely the latter.

He’s whipped out of his fucking mind. It’s ridiculous and gets more ridiculous as the days pass. The way he pours so much energy into leaving you spoiled and sated. He was always the asshole, the tough guy - but these days he questions himself for just how soft he’s gone. 

For you and only you. If anyone else had half the attitude you had with him, he’d probably rock their shit. With you, he merely sighs - grabs your face with strong hands and goes “why you bein so bratty huh?” until you’re confessing all your sins to him. It’s a religion of sorts, practice of worship. If you’re an altar, Katsuki feels like follower. Disobedience to your desires has always felt like sacrilege. 

Bakugou knows he spoils you too much. You’re not much for material but when it comes to time and attention, he’s always making room for you. Sits you in his lap while he works as long as you behave (lets you stay even if you don’t). Comes home to you. Doesn’t go out unless he’s sure you won’t be lonely. 

You didn’t particularly ask for any of it. You’re eager to let him be, but him? He seethes at the idea you’re getting your daily dose of love from anyone else. Turn his blood hot under his skin, makes his mind feel like it can’t sit still. 

So you’re spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. Bakugou would be damned if anyone came near you with the intentions of what he always intends too. 

You’re spoiled, to put it plainly. But Bakugou can’t say he hates it, no matter how much he tries 

{ ♡ } —— { ♡ } —— { ♡ } 

“Such a spoiled fuckin’ brat, huh?,” 

You shake your head, but your voice trembles in your throat when you try to reply. With the way Bakugos got your legs pinned, a hand resting on your navel with two fingers in your cunt, it’s hard to think at all. You squirm out of his reach, away from him. Everything in your body feels like it’s trembling and the pressure in your body has you dizzy and aching. 

Your clit is swollen from what feels like hours of stimulation. His mouth latches onto the swollen nerves, and goes and goes - matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of you. Every movement makes you twitch - an aching fever in your core. It’s almost painful - completely overwhelming. Bakugous determination leaves little room for error. 

“Ngh, I don’t ― aah, don’t mean to be” 

He chuckles a little at that. You can feel it reverberate against your body. When your eyes flutter open to see him between your legs, you’re sure you’re gonna cum again right away. Bakugou fucks you open with two fingers then three - stretches you out till your nice and soft. It makes you feel gooey, cum and saliva pooling onto once stain-less sheets. 

“Katsuki, ‘s enough, please - enough,” 

“Not enough baby,” he bites your thigh with sharp canines, red eyes boring into yours “Gotta be a good girl ‘n give one more. Spoiled fuckin’ brats gonna take all of it, aint she?” 

You let out something half-way between a whine and a whimper. The muscles in your thighs ache from holding still so long - from shaking. Your eyes roll up till there’s only white. Fuck you’re cumming again. How many times is it now? You can’t remember. 

It aches. Your cunt like a play-thing against the wet muscle, thick fingers that stretch you much wider than you thought possible before. He gives and gives and gives - and you take like the spoiled and greedy brat you are. When he ruins your pretty pussy into stuttered, breathless and raggedy orgasm - you take it all so greedily. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cream on my fingers, princess,” and he grunts, uses his free hand to jerk his cock. It’s stiff enough to hurt, the ache in his balls unbearable. But he’s gotta get you nice and sloppy - he likes to give it to you all in one go after all. 

Your brain feels like it’s melting, mouth dropped own and drooling. Katsuki is always so mean  but not with you. With you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin and biting claim into the flesh. You let him melt you into whatever shape he likes with the promise he’ll hold you through it. 

“Gone and fucked you real stupid, huh?” 

There’s an unmistakable affection in his words that makes you screw your eyes tight enough it hurts. Tears prick your lashes as another orgasm rips through - shreds you to pieces. 

“Katsuki” 

You hold your arms out for him, needing to cling - and he lets you like he always does. You kiss him desperately, tongue searching for desperate reprieve as he drags sticky fingers up to your mouth. You can feel his cock slide between your folds, heady heavy and throbbing against your clit. 

It’s so, so hot. It’s molten, your brain and stomach turned to complete fucking mush. You whine again - loud into his mouth. 

“Clean ‘em good or you’re not getting my cock”

You nod dumbly. His fingers slide down your throat, touch your tongue and stretches your mouth out. 

“Haah,” he chuckles against your throat “So fuckin’ messy, huh? Your mouth and your pretty little pussy are so fuckin’ soaked for me, aint they?” 

“Yeah, yeah - ‘s f’r you” 

“All for me?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth, smiling like you’ve won the fucking lottery as you look him in the eyes. So obedient and pretty and good. His dick aches. 

“Mhm” 

He has you pinned so easily underneath, grunting as your knees are brought to your ears. You yelp as he bends over you, sliding his cock against your clit - fucking right between as he looks at your desperate face. Your eyes gone hazy as you watch his cock almost catch on your hole but never quite hitting. 

“’tsuki, hngh - please”

You’re distraught. So fucking spoiled - you’re in delirium begging for his dick. You need him so bad you don’t know anything other than digging your nails into his biceps and begging over and over and over. 

“Fuck  ― fuckin’ take this dick baby, shit” 

Your brain turns to static when you feel him fill you up in one fluid motion. Katsuki is thicker than he’s big, stretches you so good you scream silently. Strong hips that make you ricochet right into the bed with each thrust, you can feel yourself cream over him. It’s humiliating. 

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pistons you. Your body jerks so violently you almost lose hold - but Bakugou placates you with a tongue in your mouth. Kisses you messy with teeth and tongue - so salacious it has your cunt fluttering. His muscular body pins you to the bed, leaves you helpless and open wide for him to take.

 Bakugou’s spoiled you so he knows how you need, knows how to make you cum even when you’re so fucked out you can’t feel the air in your lungs. 

He french kisses you because he knows that’s how you like it - his spoiled, obsessive angel that can’t quite get enough of him. He knows just how your mouth likes to be occupied, knows just what nerves to hit. 

“C-Cumming!” 

Bakugou drops his forehead on your shoulder, mouth enveloping yours. He doesn’t say anything but his fingers grip into the fat of your thigh. You can feel him in your stomach, in your cevix 

Bakugou cums in you hot and heavy and thick. He groans into your mouth - jaw tense and brows taught when he fucks his load into until it’s all mixed together. 

His eyes open to check on you, his baby. Your eyes are red and puffy with tears - but you’re smiling lazily. Scheming. He squints

“What the fuck is it, brat?”

“.. You’re only gonna give me one?” 

Goddamn it. 

»» — { ♡ } —— { ♡ } —— { ♡ } — ««

[pervysenpaix]

I think tumblr got rid of my ask I sent a couple of days ago🥲, but it was a small horny ramble I had about an incarcerated yakuzaboss!bakugou who’s able to fuck his fiancée under the watchful eye of prisonguard!kirishima

Warning (18+) Minors DNI

Hi hi hi friend ! I like this idea , I really do 🥴

Imagine ,

You’re all dolled up, it’s been months since you’ve seen him because you’ve been trying to maintain the business and making sure that the lawyers were making progress on his case.

Wearing his favorite color, orange, which looks amazing on your melanated skin. A strapless bodycon that hugs your figure, and stops mid thigh. Katsuki loves this dress because your ass looks great in it.

Imagine walking beside the blushy redhead that’s trying his best not to stare, but you look so freaking gorgeous! He imagined that someone as rich and powerful as Bakugo would have a beautiful girl, but he wasn’t prepared for the black beauty that waltzed in. Heels clacking and hips swaying as she brushed past the visitor’s center.

“My love told me how helpful you’ve been during his time here. Thanks for making it a little bit easier for me, hun.” You purred, wrapping your arm around his large bicep and squeezing. Kirishima was a real hunk of a man, but that stupid grin and deep blush had you want to squeeze his cheeks he was adorable! No wonder your husband had taken a likening to him. “Heh- no worries ma’am, I do what I can”.

As soon as the door opened, you were pinned against the wall. Hands held above your head and a knee pressed against your crotch. “Forget about me or sumthin’ , Princess ?” His hot breath fanned over your skin while sharp canines grazed your jaw.

Whimpering you shook your head, “no daddy. Never. Jus’ wanted to make sure everything was good ‘fore I came. Wanted to make you proud”. His rough finger traced your wobbly lip and he tutted , “tch, m’just teasin’ , baby. Always such a fuckin’ crybaby”.

Two fingers were forced into your mouth , stroking your tongue and grazing the back of your throat while he roughly pulled your dress above your hips. “See this woman, Red. She’s the love of m’fuckin life” he drawled , hands squeezing your thighs ass he finger fucked your throat. “Probably the only person in the world that could take my dick better than you”.

Kirishima gasped, mouth opening and closing at Katsuki’s lewd remarks, making the blonde chuckle. “What ? Half the prison knows I’m fucking you. Even the warden. Why’d ya think you got a raise, idiot ?” He’s pulling your panties to the side and pushing his spit lubed fingers into your contact while talking to the redhead with a look of disinterest on his face.

Meanwhile, you’re moaning his name, legs wobbly because this is the first time you’ve been touched in months. You wouldn’t dare touch his pussy without permission, and he explicitly told you to wait until you were able to see him. He’d definitely know if you didn’t listen because if you had been touching yourself then he wouldn’t have you cumming just from curling his fingers against your gummy walls.

“Easy fuckin’ slut” Smashing your lips together, his hand grasped your thigh, holding it up while his tip slid through your slippery folds. Rubbing circles around your clit with the fat head, tearing garbled moans from your throat.

“Take notes , Red.” He drawled, inching into your wetness. Making you hiss in pleasure with your eyes rolling back. Both groaning when he finally bottomed out. “F-fuck” he stammered when he started to move, shallow thrusts to stretch you out before diving in and tapping your cervix. Clenching his teeth he locked eyes with the redhead, who was shamelessly palming his bulge. “This is how you take a fucking a dick. SHIT!” He groaned, sinking his teeth in your shoulder as he fucked into you faster.

“Take that fuckin’ dick , baby. Take it !” Your cunt spasmed and fluttered around his cock, clenching so tight that he was emptying his load after a few more thrusts. Kissing you passionately as you came down from your high and whispering praises and “i love you’s” against your lips with your foreheads pressed together.

“Did so good f’me , baby. But, what about him ? Gonna be a slut for my side piece?”

@namjoonswifeyy this was short but I didn’t want to get too carried away because I have a load of KiriBaku cumming soon 🌚

My Moots 💋💋| @xogabbiexo , @plussizeficchick , @riozakii , @nasty-quillz , @bookwormsenpai , @blkchxrryblyss , @sintiva , @dabilovesme

[shorkbrian]

Kiri’s lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brother’s cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how he’s manly enough for whatever you need, that your his

oh my god

Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.

Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.

Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.

To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.

"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.

"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.

"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

Ever.