#katsuki bakugou head cannons

[katsus-world]

Stalker katsuki who likes to annoy the shit out of you, always leaving some kind of evidence when he breaks into your house. Always making a mess on your sheets, his dried seed on your covers with a pair of your dirty panties and a note saying, “thanks.- k” In messy handwriting.

Stalker katsuki who has the technology to hack into your phones and see the people you text, the photos you take, the porn you watch, and the videos you have saved on your phone. He deletes the people that he doesn’t like and sends your pics to his phone.

Stalker katsuki who leaves little gifts on your doorstep with dried blood prints on the side of the box. (Expensive shoes, dresses, the bloody watch of a waiter that was flirting with you, chocolates, etc.)

Stalker katsuki who jerks off to the photos that he sent to himself of you. His large calloused hand stroking his veiny and very hard cock slowly, eyes glued to the pic of you slurping spaghetti. (Your eyes were closed and your cheeks were hollowed. He’s weird!)

Stalker katsuki who finally shows himself to you, his eyes narrow when he sees your expression, mouth agape and his cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your throat contacting.

Stalker katsuki who gets off on your tears, the little whimpers that come from your throat when he’s in an especially bad mood.

Stalker katsuki who lays down next to you when your asleep, taking in the sight of you so so vulnerable, so pretty, and all his

Stalker katsuki who lets fingers you roughly when you won’t behave right, his long thick fingers moving in a scissor motion and his other hand gripping your hip like if his life depended on it. When you cum all over his fingers, he’ll bend down in front of you and lick up your stride slowly. A deep groan erupts from his throat and he rocks his hips against the edge of the bed to get some type of friction on his length.

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Not proof-read, sorry! ❤️‍🩹

[sofijaeger]

ok hear me out:

thinking about how shouto todoroki is so used to being stoic and reserved until he finally meets you. He's able to become a new version of himself, one that's trusting, endearing, and downright pervy. Shouto is the kind of guy that pulls out his inner Usui Takumi personality with the things he'll say and do to you. Teasing you becomes his go-to form of affection, and he finds excitement in showing everyone who you belong to.

Might I add that David Mantraga voices both Usui AND Shouto in English dub... so if you're in need of romantic, pervy todoroki I suggest binging Maid Sama 😏

[awkwardchick87]

NSFW under the cut. Minors DNI

Boyfriends Head Cannons. My Hero Academia – Katsuki Bakugou

Your friends warned you that he was a bit of a loose canon, but the moment you met Katsuki Bakugou, you were in love. Sure he wasn't the most comfortable with PDA, but when you grabbed his hand and looked at him with those eyes, he gave you a small smirk and he'd thread his fingers with yours. Even though he could be a hot head, you were never worried about your relationship. You knew how sweet he could be when you were out of the public's eye.

The way his hands lightly skimmed across the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them open so he could nestle himself in between them, had you squirming under him. Leaning down, he softly kissed up your stomach and across your breasts before pressing his lips into your collarbone, nipping lightly. Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you ran your fingers through the hairs at the base of his neck pulling a groan from him.

Pulling back, his eyes locked on yours before he gently lifted your chin, leaning in to kiss you. His other hand lining his cock up with your dripping pussy, slowly pushing himself into your heat. Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing as he bottoms out. His face had a softness to it as his eyes stayed locked on yours, his hips grinding against you. Back to the masterlist

[queenpiranhadon]

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ✸ .ᐟ: Your son storms into your room crying that his mouth hurts, and after careful inspection, you realize he ate Katsuki's spicy chips, the chips he wasn't supposed to buy in the first place. With your daughter as a witness, and you as the judge, the matter is discussed in the proper way - through a family meeting.

✸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Pro Hero! Bakugou, Aaaalmost cursing, you can Katsuki have two kids, a 6 year old son and a 4 year old daughter, you and Katsuki are married, f!reader, fluffy, crack, your kids call you mama, Katsuki calls you baby, f!reader

✸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ✸

"Mama!" you hear a cry ring out, and you groan, setting down your book as you rush to the living room, seeing what the hell happened this early in the morning.

"What's wrong baby?" You call out, worriedly, only to find your son chugging down glasses of water with tears streaming down his tiny face.

Frowning, you take the glass of water away from his reluctant hands, wiping the tears off his face. He opens his mouth to talk, but you're hit with the smell of...chili peppers? Not just any chili peppers, but it's a strong smell that you would know from anywhere. Asking your son to open his mouth, your suspicions are confirmed as his tongue is bright red, the same color that Katsuki's tongue becomes whenever he eats those spicy chips of his.

The spicy chips you specifically told him not to buy just the other day.

Whiiiich is how you got here.

"I now call this meeting to order." You say, banging a wooden spoon against a stack of books.

Your son had decided to call your husband to "court" despite not fully knowing what court is, you obliged, acting as the judge as your husband and son sat across from each other, with matching glares directed at each other.

Clearing your throat, you adjust the little girl in your lap, your 4 year old daughter insisting that she be present.

"Katsuki. Did you or did you not, buy the chips that I specifically told you not to buy." You say, and your husband's red eyes dart away from you, drilling into the floor as he runs a large hand through his spiky hair.

"Baby-"

"Answer the question."

"Fine geez, yes, but the brat shouldn't have been in our f- bedroom in the first place."

You were just about to chastise Katsuki for buying the chips behind your back, but the new piece of information brings an interesting point, watching as your son's smug grin melts away into a sheepish expression.

You raise an eyebrow. "Honey, why were you in our bedroom? In the middle of the night?"

Your son pouts. "I wasn't in your bedroom, mama! Promise!"

Like you, your son is terrible at lying.

"Yes he was! He said he wanted to play with Daddy's boom boom cannons." your daughter chirps, and oh if looks could kill, she would be deceased by the way your son was glaring at her.

Katsuki frowns. "For the last time, they're not called 'boom boom cannons', they're called-"

"You know you're not supposed to touch Daddy's boom boom cannons, honey." You cut in, giving a pointed stare at your son.

His small face falls at your words, and he looks ashamed. "M'sorry mama...I just wanted to be cool like Daddy..."

Your eyes soften and Katsuki's annoyed face melts, taking your son's smaller hand into yours.

"I know baby, Daddy is really cool, but with being a Pro Hero comes a lot of responsibility right?" Your son nods, absorbing your words. "And with that responsibility, Daddy has to deal with a lot of dangerous stuff for work...things that aren't safe for little kids, okay? We just don't want you to get hurt."

Your son nods, crawling over to you to snuggle into your side, your daughter curling up against you.

"M'sorry mama.."

You smile softly, and kiss the top of his head. "I know baby...no more sneaking around?"

"No more sneaking around."

Katsuki watches your kids snuggle up against you, and he feels as if he's fallen in love with you all over again, moving closer to wrap his arms around the three of you, only for you to stop him with a glare.

"Don't think this means you're off the hook, Katsuki."

He groans. "C'mon baby-"

"Oooo Daddy's in troubleeee~"

A/N: Any kids you have with Katsuki are for sure the biggest menaces to ever exist LMAO

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[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | lava girl!reader, prohero!reader

The moment Pro Hero Dynamight lands on the scene, he knows something’s very wrong. Not only because of the amount of chaos around but also because fuckin’ Deku is down. Literally, face down, whole body trembling in pain due to the beating he just received, and fuck, that’s not a scene Bakugou encounters often.

Dynamight runs towards his hero partner, hand immediately landing on Deku’s back. Yes, he’s breathing, heart beats gallop in his chest –he is alive. Deku moves, raising his head when he feels Bakugou’s touch. The blond sighs relieved.

“Deku… What the fuck happened?!” 

“The villain’s… quirk…” Deku coughs in between words.

He doesn’t have a chance to completely warn Katsuki before an explosion makes them both fly apart. Dynamight swears loudly, barely holding his stance as the blast pulls him away. When the smoke subsides, he opens his eyes and they widen when right in front of him he sees himself.

A carbon copy of Pro Hero Dynamight comes walking, smiling smugly and evil as his cannon shows the residues of the blast.

“THE FUCK??!!” The real Pro Hero exclaims, completely gobsmacked. And angry. How they fucking dare to copy him?? A villain above all!!

“Kacchan… His quirk copies a person and their quirk! Look out!” 

As Deku yells in his way, Bakugou has to dodge another blast, this time intended completely at him. He hisses as his left elbow caught a bit of the fire. Fuck. This villain even copied the amount of power? By the burning pain in his elbow, Bakughou checks off that as a yes.

He shakes the pain off his brain, standing ready this time for another blow from himself. He’s fucking ready to beat some ass –well, kinda like his own ass.

But as again the smoke dissipates, this time is not himself who Katsuki encounters but you.

It's you.

You stand a few meters away in your hero costume. Dynamight frowns, “Y/H/N?? What the hell are you doing here?!” He intends to walk closer to you, but the evil smirk that appears on your face is so out of your character –especially directed towards him– and Deku’s yell again makes Katsuki stop dead in his tracks.

“NO! It’s not her! It’s the villain!”

A bone-chilling laugh leaves your mouth that makes everyone in the scene freeze in worry as lava strings start falling from your hands, and Dynamight gulps. Holy fuck.

For the first time in his career as a pro hero, Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t fucking know what to do. Fuck, he knows the person in front of him is not you but the villain. Yet… SHIT! FUCK! He can’t fucking fire against his wife! He could fight against anyone… Damn it, even if it was Deku or Kirishima or anyone, he could do it. He knows is the villain. But you?? Hell fucking NO.

So, Bakugou ends up doing what he never does, no matter how beaten up he gets. But this is a fuking emergency. 

“I need backup. NOW!” Dynamight barks through his hearing aid, and the whole agency hears loud and clear as everyone moves towards the scene.

In the meantime, Bakugou avoids every whip of lava the villain in the form of your persona throws at him. He dodges smartly –thanking every possible existing god that you bugged him enough into training with you similar to this a while ago; if not, he doubts he would be this agile against this fucking attack. With every attack, he moves further away from where Deku is –alongside some civilians, ‘cause those noisy ass fuckers are always in the way trying to take a damn picture!– and closer to the river. He needs to find a way to get the villain to make some contact with the water. If this piece of shit villain has your quirk now, it would only take a bit of water and they are fucking out.

Dynamight fails to dodge a particular whip that catches his shoulder, making him groan in pain as he falls to his knees.

“You’re pretty stupid if you think I haven’t realized what you’re trying to do,” you laugh mockingly, your lava whips stopping for a moment. “I thought you were smarter than that… baby.”

The way the villain says the nickname in your voice makes Katsuki want to vomit. It’s so… disturbing and ugly. He will definitely have nightmares after this.

Fuck! What the hell does he do now?! He can’t– FUCKING HELL! He feels dizzy, the sole image of you makes him want to puke, because he can’t. He can’t shoot you. It doesn’t matter that it’s a villain, it’s the perfect image of you, his beautiful and loving wife, in front of him. He will cut his own damn hands if he ever has to shoot against any form of you. He can’t– He CAN’T– HE FUCKING CAN’T–

As the villain laughs at his pathetic turmoil and a whip of lava stands high in the air ready to be sent at his kneeling form on the floor and probably cut him in two with the burn, a roar comes from under the ground. 

It’s an intimidating deep sound that makes everything tremble. The sound it’s so profound and raucous, filled with rage and determination that Katsuki feels it in his chest.

The ground between him and the villain starts to collapse, a burning heat and lava coming from down there that makes the villain retreat several meters when a wave of lava lunges against them.

And right there, from the middle, you emerge. 

Katsuki shakes his head suddenly realizing what is going on. Shit, it’s some sort of trance.

“You fucking dare hurt my husband with my own quirk?!” You growl, completely blinded by rage at well– yourself.

Pro Hero Dynamight snorts astonished, his heart beating fast and so fucking in love with you. Fuck, he loves it when you defend him, and he will never get tired of witnessing such a majestic view. Lava dancing around you at your disposal and own will, whole body glowing in red heat that chills his bones at how demonic you look. Fucking beautiful. Beautifully perfect. All his.

You lunge again against the villain, this time yourself included with the lava wave; but as you’re about to approach them, the villain changes form again and it’s Katsuki in front of you. It makes you hesitate in your attack as you stop right on time in front of the villain.

The real Katsuki opens his eyes wide as he finally understands.

The villain probably takes the form of one’s loved one to weaken them, not only attacking with their same quirk, but also sinking their mind into a state of submission that prohibits any counterattack. Shit, that’s a fuckin’ powerful villain. But it is just that. A copy. And it’ll never understand each quirk as the owners themselves. Still though, the use of the quirks are pretty lethal, real. Damn it.

“FUCK, NO!” He screams as the villain in Katsuki’s form smirks evilly, less than a meter in front of you, and his canon fires against you.

Howitzer Impact.

The blast flies you away, completely unexpected and unable to control your own body in your flight. And Katsuki is right there to catch you.

The villain cackles wildly, the smoke around blinding him from the real heroes. He looks so satisfied he could land an attack like that, and to none other than Dynamight’s wife. “How’s wifey, Dynamight? She survived? How would like the titles on the news, mh? ‘Dynamight kills his own wife’ or ‘Poor Dynamight couldn’t save his wife’?” He taunts, the smoke clearing the view of the real Bakugou, one knee on the floor and the other flexed as his entire body covers yours in protection.

He’s looking at you, the blast made your lava retreat completely even from your body as you look now in your normal and delicate human form, the fire has burned your face, right from under your left eye down to the neck. When you flutter your eyes open, you encounter the hateful look he has written all over his face as his eyes roar only one word: KILL.

When Pro Hero Dynamight turns to look at the villain, Deku –who finally got closer to the scene with Pro Hero Shoto holding him up with an arm around his shoulder– swears under his breath. He knows that look.

The villain in Dynamight’s form takes a step back when the real hero stands up slowly, a crazed look in his face as he turns.

“Now, this is fuckin’ personal…”

[katsukikitten]

I stand by my head cannon that Bakugou would like Pretty Woman because his mom made him watch it growing up so he and Mitsuki always watch sappy love stories and rom coms they claim to hate together.

Even well into his pro hero years if a good plot line is out his mom will call and ask him to take her to the movies and he'll bitch and moan cause that's what he does but he never says no. He buys his mom's tickets and all the expensive ass popcorn but Mitsuki sneaks in chocolates and hot tamales, red hots, or even atomic fireball jaw breakers she knows her son loves.

When it's over and he's taking his mom home, they shit talk the movie and praise the parts they like. They laugh and tease before they're finally in front of his childhood home.

"Katsuki, promise me you'll try to fall in love," Her voice is soft before it's back to the feminine gruft hes used to, "preferably before I die."

"Yea yea! Old hag I fuckin hear ya, ya want grandbabies and shit." She swats at him through the window.

"No!! No! I just want yer dumb ass happy. Ya've got a big heart but ya don't allow yerself any joy outside of work. That's bad for ya!" Landing a smack on the back of his head, it doesn't hurt but he still feels the ghost of the sting. Only because of how often she did that growing up.

"You deserve the sappy love story shit too son. Don't forget it."

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

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

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

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

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

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

Katsuki Bakugou

Finesse [Drake]

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

✰ Pulls your hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You stay on my mind, All the time"

-

Eijiro Kirishima

Work Out [J. Cole]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you really want to love me forever?"

-

Denki Kaminari

Swimming Pools [Lloyd]

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

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

✰ Public places>

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

✰ "Baby I'm harddd, please touch me,"

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

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

✰ Pervert . He does not show any shame .

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

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

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

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

-

Hanta Sero

My X [Rae Sremmurd]

✰ Mean Dom Sero>>>

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

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

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

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

✰ Groans and grunts but that's it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Shoto Todoroki

Heavenly [Cigarettes After Sex]

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

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

✰ He loves you so much, more than anyone.

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

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

✰ "I love you. Kiss me more, please,"

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

✰ He will moan softly for you.

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

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

-

Izuku Midoriya

Banana Pie [Lil Darkie]

✰ He will eat you out to this song.

✰ Addicted to watching your legs shake .

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

✰ He loves you, like actually loves you.

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

✰ Moans, groans, and pants heavily.

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

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

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

✰ Sucking on your skin>

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

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

-

Hitoshi Shinso

Come Get Her [Rae Sremmurd]

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

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

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

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

✰ HICKEYS>

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

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

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

✰ Rough fucking is all Shinso does.

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

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

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

-

Tamaki Amajiki

Girls Need Love [Summer Walker]

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

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

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

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

✰ He whimpers, moans, and whines.

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

✰ "Y-your speech was good today..."

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

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

✰ Super shy! He never makes the first move.

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

✰ His mannerisms are so cute !

✰ "Should I... Uh... P-put it in?"

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

-

[court-jobi]

Unsee

((Banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work/characters))

Pairing: Bakugou x reader (biker!prohero reader, afab pronouns used)

Words: 5.1k

Rating: T+

Warnings: CH 362 SPOILERS, Pro-Hero! Bakugou x reader, angstttt, HURT/COMFORT, light PTSD, anxious stomach/vomiting, discussions about death, lots of comfort, est.relationship and lots of softness + trauma sharing

Summary:

When you love someone, you love their past, present, and future selves-- even if you were not part of their story for the hills and valleys that have made them who they are. This was the way of heroes: risking it all, even to death. You should know this threat by now, as it's the life you make for yourself as well-- but it's so much harder to keep the mentality when it's your loved ones on the line. You learn the extent of one of the biggest trenches in Katsuki Bakugou's life, and it shakes you to your core.

A/N: since I first envisioned my lil biker! reader, I've had this exact interaction on loop in my head. Making it the internet's problem now. apologies in advance for the feelings I've dumped in this fic. Signed, "Bakugou would hold your hair back" Club President

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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Weekday mornings pass by generally uneventfully nowadays, leaving you with not much to do except to wait for calls for hero pickups when the shifts change over. It makes you feel like a bit of a taxi service, but the relaxed vibe makes up for the emergency response times you’re faced with in the dead of night when you get a message from the on-call line. 

After a brief stop by your office space to glance at your inbox, you take a lap around the Service Lab in order to catch up with Hatsume. 

There’s no one better fit to upgrade your helmet models and even take a special interest in how to bulk up your hero costume in order to protect you better. That’s a revolving topic from Bakugou’s lips as well, so your bringing up the idea wasn’t a foreign one– a revelation that touched you, deep under the professional front you keep here in the office. 

Hatsume is highly sought after nowadays. Time in her own lab is where she should be calling home, but given her sporadic interest in all things support tech, she has been prone to taking outsourced Technical Outsource calls for nearby agencies– especially when said agencies employ her dear old schoolmates. 

When you join her today, she’s busy talking shop and ropes you right into the conversation by pulling you right into her personal space. As far as subject matter, it’s hit or miss if you can contribute anything to the conversation, though today you’re pleased to see that she's in full ‘Dynamight’ mode. 

A favorite topic of yours– and of all the tech assistants in the room. Mei, however, holds a far more casual opinion of Bakugou out of familiarity. They’re hardly on a first-name basis as you are, but hearing her peel back details about the larger-than-life sweetheart of yours is both fun and enlightening to hear. 

Through your visits with her over the last year or so, you’re still not one hundred percent sure she actually knows what he means to you, because she barely looks you in the face as you cut your attention over old footage of him across all of her schematics monitors. Had she studied you as much as she studies Bakugou’s shoulder cannons, she’d spot your particular brand of appreciation by the tracing of a finger on your lower lip. 

"Yeah it's kinda nice sometimes to jump back to basics with Blasty,” Hatsume drifts into a relaxed state back at her table, “Simple fixes like this -darn thing- hmmmthere we go!- Yep, some things never change! Always smart to figure out how to store more sweat, defer more exhaust. Lil harder now that it used to be, having to worry about the magnets."

“Magnets,” you throw in a word, catching up to her thought process, “What, on his belt?”

“No, those clip into place! The way he complains about ‘em with his gloves though, I should probably look into making them easily detachable, too.. But no, I mean the ones he used to have across his chest, back when we made the first suit edits at UA: Year Three,”

Hatsume keeps a long, archived track record with Bakugou, if her nearby drive bogged down with version files is indication of how many changes she’s made to his hero costume and support items…

“-- because we were trying to offload weight from his arms, I tried to strap ‘em to his torso. Only we learned pretty quick the strength of magnet grade was affecting the charges where it was hitting along his chest.”

"Charges–” you pay more attention now, inspecting what she’s doing. Hatsume doesn’t look your way, but is listening, “In the grenades?" 

Do they go off at any second?? You assumed Bakugou’s smaller bombs were pulled in traditional fashion with a pin, as you’ve seen him use them in action firsthand. Hatsume has hard work, if she’s having to check each and every one of those, too…

"Oh! Haha no!" she chuckles brightly, "Sorry hun, shop term: ‘electromagnetic charges’! Each baby bombie has them, even when they’re not in use– but they don’t go live unless triggered. But in the rare event of a preemptive ignition, I didn’t want the chain reaction settin’ off his heart! Couldn’t use the strap anymore after that hoo-hah; too close to the loop device in the ‘ole ticker~"

Now that she’s talking organs, you start to get a pang of nerves. 

You know Bakugou’s quirk is biometrically dangerous, but till now, you’ve not worried about the risks it would cause him in that way. Even more, you didn’t know of any internal monitoring device he’d have to check for that sort of activity. Bakugou went to the doc here in this building, when he’s in too rough shape to handle himself. But beyond that, you’re stumped.

"Whyyyy would that matter? What’s inside him, again?"

Hatsume handles the internal wiring of Bakugou's cannons with ease-- now that nothing is connected to an active, explosive vial of sweat. With her outfitted eyes set on the tiny soldering work, Hatsume's got Bakugou’s chart up and briefly  flicks it over to the shared screen. 

"'Dat one, 'hurr," the a teeny tool in her teeth drops at her need to speak, "I pull a read on his heart monitor whenever I come around to keep tabs on things- same as the core staff here does! Works like a charm with the new heart, now that he's had time to build up muscle around it~"

You look for yourself at the screen as she chatters-- and are horrified at what you find there in a continuous crawl across the screen.

Can't move. You can't breathe. 

Can't understand how the hell Mei is still talking with such pep in her voice, when these pictures are taking nearly all of your composure away:

Nothing in your career prepared you to see stills of Katsuki lying stock still and caked with blood. 

You're pale as the ghost you're looking at– as gutted as he is in this photo: frozen in time. The archive thumbnails are mostly drone footage, but this much you can see clearly- and wish with everything in you that you could unsee it.

The reference photos on his hero account don't show the extensive medical layover you see here in his technical file. You run through every tiny detail in the stills above you on the screens. 

He's incredibly young. The soil around him, plants barely peeking out from the battle-torn ground; it's gotta be the big fight he rarely talks about. It's where he's got certain scars across his arms, chest, and the one cutting across his face; that much he's told you. They’re scars you’ve kissed and shown love and care for in his quietest moments, in which he felt the need to tell you why they stand out more than the others. In that much, Katsuki was honest… but not enough about this.

He never once mentioned organ replacement. 

He's never told you his arm was torn to shreds by his own doing. 

He never told you he’s living his second chance at life at the expense of another Pro Hero he’d never mentioned either--well, third if you could the brief blip while he was on the operating table after the battle. Didn't flatline for very long, according to these surgery notes, but still...

Surgery notes. Plural. There's many here. Wires sustain his oxygen and bloodflow, putting color back in his face. There's streaks across his cheeks- marred with tracks of soot and old blood, mixing with what must have been tears of pure exhaustion and rage and resolve. Yours sting at your own lash line. Every nerve ending clams up in your body: worse than the wreck that almost put you out of commission.

In your mind, Dynamight’s professional headshot is a flat, grumpy one. No smile to be found, but at least there's a spark behind the eyes.

He's not dead. 

He literally brought you a can of coffee this morning. 

He stopped you from getting up from the dining table too soon, needing to turn the clasp of your necklace around first because it was 'pissing him off'.

You know he's not dead– but you wish you'd never set foot in this room.

That old coffee's turned to lava in your gut.

"And these boots of his– they make too much noise! Talk about stealth-”

"Scuse- me, Hatsume.."

"--I know he’s not necessarily a known stealth hero, but– hey, when did she leave??”

He may not like how slick they go on when applied, but Bakugou had to admit it, these counterirritant patches were the best dang thing to ever happen to his shoulder blades. Menthol flooding his senses by heat activation, he was feeling better already after his first catch of the day.

After getting the note from Hatsume that his gauntlets were ready to pickup from R&D, he traipsed into her room while texting you. Just a short n’sweet message, hoping that he’d be able to cross paths with you before he’d need to go out again. The messenger app showed you were active within a few minutes ago, but you haven't responded to his messages.

He comes in, half listening to Hatsume’s rant to the staff technicians once again. He catches sight of his file, streaming up at the top of her video wall.

"Ugh, this again?” Bakugou barks out, “What am I, a sideshow to you science freaks?!"

"Hardly when we're the ones you need, Blasty," Hatsume huffed his way, "and besides, I think you better watch who you're talking smack to about this stuff anyway! And it wasn't online for my freaks, anyway. They know your work orders inside and out~ you should be nicer to them!"

You tell him as much, in his more crotchety moments… and you are always right. 

Bored of the medical records, he turns to his completed support items out on the reception table, "Then what're you blasting all this shit for? Haven’t had any arrhythmias for months."

“Just because you haven’t had any doesn't mean it’s not a good idea to circle back and check. We can learn plenty from stable periods, just as much as emergencies, ya know!”

Bakugou simply rolls his eyes, throwing a grumbly word of thanks to the technician who brings over the case for said equipment, and starts packing it into place. 

Hatsume slips her goggles up her face. Trying to read the Pro Hero before her wasn’t a hard task; he usually deflects when his weaknesses are on full display. 

"You want my advice Mr. Murder God?” Hatsume turns more solemn– an attitude she rarely radiates. 

“Sounds like you’re gonna give it anyway.”

“I think your teammates outta know what all's happened to you, cuz it sure isn't obvious to everyone. ‘Specially the ones who hang around you all the time… I think it’d be smart if they kept an eye out any emergencies, too- like your transport queen around here– Joyride, isn’t it?"

Katsuki flinched. He turns back from the table -past Hatsume- and centers back up to the full view of the record up on her computer. 

He’s not so irritated by its presence anymore… but rather worried about how long it’s been up there, in full view of the room.

"...She saw all this?..."

"Mmmmyea, pretty sure?" Hatsume was already engrossed in her current project, "Was in the middle of your pieces when she came by. She normally doesn’t as so many questions, but she sure was today till she-”

Kaminari slides into the lab -winded and nervous as all getout- nearly colliding with the reception table altogether. He almost hit Bakugou square in the face, since the hothead had turned ready to bust out of the room himself.

"Oh geez, (heh) there you are, Bak- (heh) listen-- your girl's barfing her brains out! You know if she's sick or something??"

Bakugou grimaced and seethed at his own negligence-

"fuuuUUUCK," he hissed rounding the table, before he remembered Hatsume- "YOU, DUMBASS-"

"Scuse you???!"

"TURN THAT SHIT OFF, AND WHEN I GET BACK, WE'RE HAVIN' WORDS-- AND YOU-" Bakugou yelled back to Kaminari, carrier of bad news as he was, "WHERE. IS SHE."

"Bathroom by the rec room- but, hey man, it's locked!!"

Bakugou didn’t take time to listen more as he books it down the hall, making a beeline to where you'd be.

Down the hall just a few corridors away, you hadn’t made it far to take your leave. Bakugou approaches where a couple sidekicks hear you coughing behind a door, and are presently failing to be let in. The sound is heart-wrenching, hearing you sick, but he’s in full protective mode and ready to take out the door himself if need be. 

He’s breathing hard, and scares them as he snaps and points harshly for them to move. They do, but not without one of them looking soured that he's getting in their face when they were only trying to help.

Coming to the door, Bakugou tries the handle despite Kaminari’s clear warning that it is indeed locked. He immediately rears up to bang his announcement, but rotates that fist to use just knuckles and taper his knocks down to a reasonable level. He's no less frantic in speech though, calling for you hoarse and breathy -mindful of his audience, only at first-

"Joyride...hon', it's me. Open up."

You're crying on the other side, but gasp when you hear him speak. An urp of a gurgle hits you in the quiet that follows, then another stomach-churning cough.

The rant of expletives that runs through his mind is enough to turn Bakugou’s own stomach... He palms his face for a minute, before letting his forehead drop to the door and speaks again.

"I can't help you if I can't see you, sweet’eart. I… know I got a lot to answer for." 

The chances of him greeting a furyless version of you all gone, Bakugou accepts his fate. 

"-And I figure if you're gonna yell at me, you should do it to my face. Please open the door."

After a sniffle and an incredibly uncomfortable beat of quiet where Bakugou is staring at the doorknob below him -gripping it in wait to open the second he hears the upper safety lock move-... he finally does, the moment you release it.

Bakugou steps in the single stall room -deftly fast- then locks it right up behind him. The girls on the other side fuss again, but he doesn’t give a spare thought to their efforts.

Down on the floor, not even fully sat back yet from your reach to catch the door, you're the most miserable sight. Stuffing a used-up paper towel that’s in reach by your stash, you're folding the unsoiled side to try and clear off your face and blow your nose for good measure.

What's worse, you can't bear to look at him.

With a careful sigh, Bakugou knows he's got a world of explaining to do- but has a greater worry over your slumped self on the tile floor. He’s seen you with the flu, and you weren’t this sick.

"Baby–"

One word and you're crying again, head down into your knees. Bakugou can only imagine what headspace you’re in, and the list of what he thinks he can say to console you is now down to zero. Actions it is, then. 

Bakugou kneels down, swiping your hair back into a rough pony by teething off a hair tie from his wrist to secure it. Just in case you feel sick again, it wouldn’t hurt, he reasons. Once freshened, he takes away your trash bucket next without a word. Collects all the used bits of your attempt at cleanliness into the trash, barely a care for how many there were to clean up. Whatever he’d need to do -whatever you’d allow him to do- that’s how he’s determined to serve.  

Finally, he shifts from a kneel to a sit. The blonde crisscrosses his stance under him, bringing you by both arms to pull you forwards, into his lap. 

At first you're confused at his hands' insistence, but since he's made himself in prime position to hold you, he's glad to see you fall to the open invitation even in a dire time like this. A little shaky, but still you clamber over to his lap on your knees until he can get you settled the rest of the way himself.

Chest to chest, legs astride him, he'd hoped he'd catch a better look of your face as you came over-- but no such luck as you duck your head in. His chance at helping you remains though, as you’re holding him tight around the neck and shoulders and clearly aren’t averse to him. Frightened enough for one day -maybe even a lifetime- Bakugou lets you cling on, and simply holds you tight in return.

All that matters to him is that you're positioned as close as humanly possible. Protected. Safe to cry and ready to just absorb it. He knows it's what he deserves, and considers himself your personal sponge.

To your hiccups making you jump against his chest, he just pets through your hair quietly hushing you to stillness.

"I'm here." He takes a tepid breath. "I’m not there, baby, I'm right here."

You stutter, but simply try to control your own breaths.

"i--... I'm so.. so.. 've never been so upset.."

"I know."

"I feel so'sick.. y’looked–"

The impulse to kick aside that damn puke bucket is raging within him-- but knowing your possible need for it, he brings it close instead. 

"I know, babe.”

He'll get you set before you head out on patrol today. If you ever settle… but for now, he's focused on the one thing he can control, and that’s getting you as comfortable as possible.

From here, you can't look at him, but you can look straight ahead- which shows you Bakugou's full back in the mirrored wall. The movement when he breathes, his neck craning as he lowers his head to sink over your shoulder. How you're being held so tightly it shows in each muscle group.

You can't see it, but feel it: cold breath blown from his lips, to comfort onto your heated neck. Bakugou's lifted up your haphazard ponytail, trying to introduce some cool touch to you in this small space.

You gather it's an apology, done his way-- seeing as he's unintentionally created this catastrophic response in your body.

As you've told him in your most private moments, you've only really felt this raw outlash of emotion in the workplace once before: the day you found out your sweet brother in arms, T’challa, passed away so expectedly. You suppose that's why this is jarring you so strongly now; losing him was the first major loss in your life, years before you met Bakugou.

This is so different, but all the same. A core figure in your support system- your inner circle– here one minute and gone the next. This was the way of heroes. You should know it by now, but it still breaks your tender heart. Even looking at snapshots of Katsuki at his lowest has you heartbroken and shocked.

You're a dichotomy of strength: tough enough to ride headfirst into a mission, but also prone to such intense emotion in your most private moments that you retreat into yourself and deal with an anxious gut all by yourself. Anything to protect the image you keep.

Only today, that exterior means nothing to Katsuki. Not when he alone can try and hold you back together while you try and fix yourself enough to speak coherently.

He's been holding himself together solo for far too long, too; you’ve known this from the first day he out and out confessed ‘I’m bad at this’ when he asked to simply hold your hand in public. You can feel it in your conjoined breaths, cycling back and forth for comfort. He’s unsettled, too– his new heart’s going far too fast.

“Did you actually die out there?” you manage in broken whispers. 

Tell me I just thought the worst.

“... I did,” Bakugou answered calmly, “But I didn’t wan’ you to see how. Not alone.”

“Would you have shown me? Ever?”

“Doesn’t exactly come up at the breakfast table, angel.”

‘But it should have by now.’ 

Bakugou senses the retort and simply pets through your hair again, another apology written by touch. 

“But… I coulda picked any other time, by now. You know everything else. I swear.”

Everything meaning injuries, you hope to God… “No more?”

“No more surprises. I promise.”

Secure enough to take a deep inhale, you try to lift your sights heavenward. 

Such a sobering thought you have to operate in on the daily, knowing hero work is among the deadliest professions. You could lose your best friends at any time, anyone you love. In that vein, you are trying your best not to be selfish with your need for Bakugou’s safety…. Yet you still hold that small hope that as long as you have each others’ backs, you have a shot at staying ahead and staying alive- together. 

Back then, you didn’t know each other. Katsuki Bakugou lived an entire life before he met you, one you were still learning.

"I didn’t know how bad it was for you…” you remember the site of the attack, what surrounded him- or rather, what didn’t. So much of that battlefront had been laid low. That told you as much as the injuries, how bleak everything looked.

Bakugou takes a centering breath himself. His grip on you never lessens. 

"It was the worst day of my life,” he shares, “I fought the world's greatest villain. Almost watched my hero die… Almost lost my best friend, all on the same day. Bad memories all around, for all of us."

Memories that seep into sleep.

"S'that what you dream about? When it gets bad?"

Taking the shot at Shigurake, sent flying back by his own ricocheted blast, giving it all- fruitless as it might have been in the moment when every bone in his body felt like it was bleeding out of every pore. 

You know somewhere in that event, the best friend Katsuki speaks of must have been on the brink of death in an emotional full-circle moment, for he never speaks ill of him in all the ways that matter. He’s a dork, but he’s his dork. You identified their relationship as special from the moment you’d met Izuku Midoriya but… in a deeper way than you’d found the words for yet. They’re twin stars, bound by something stronger than you even think you share with Katsuki some days. Or maybe it’s just different– not one bond that’s better than another. 

You've heard him waking in a panic those nights: how he calls for Izuku, and wakes up in tears. Even in recent months, he doesn't always explain why he’s crying, only that he wants to bury it for the night… and that you help him do that. 

On the subject of those nightmares, today’s discovery of that era of Bakugou’s past becomes painfully clear.

And so, he answers honestly, "...yeah." 

“That’s so scary, Katsuki. You were so young.”

He feels around with one hand between your crammed bodies- for yours. Your head's still hung over his shoulder, but you crane back to watch what he's doing.

 He puts it in place over his heart, forehead knelt to yours.

"Here. This is me, now."

The heartbeat under your palm is strong- a little fast, at the moment.

"They asked me if I’d do it again, if given the chance. N’for the longest time, I woulda said ‘yes’. That’s what I figured heroes say, in the face of the unknown.”

Before you can let that thought gut you again, you feel Katsuki press his thumb in one singular spot: your empty ring finger.

“But I faced the unknown. It was– really light, actually. But all I wanted was more time. I wanted the time to say words. Say more, or- do more. I had to make it right to the ones who mattered. I’m still trying to make it right. And I was given that chance to raise hell, and won. So when I see that shit, I’m grateful. I’m stronger now because of what happened then.”

You look to his face now; the older, stronger, seemingly immovable version of that younger self that still makes its appearance when he’s more pensive. He is still stuck on the look of his thumb where your third knuckle should be…

“Looking at it today though, there is more that war gave me than just making me the hero I am now.”

You press into his heart, “What’s that?”

“If I’d stayed dead,” he treads carefully, “I wouldn’t have you. I wouldn’t have someone who– cares for me, like you do. Who would care about that shitty kid who just barged ahead, even with warning signs going off everywhere.”

With a raise to kiss your hand, Bakugou lets his voice go raspy.

“You looked at that idiot and threw up- all because you cared,” he sniffs with a laugh, “Got a second chance at life, and got a complete knockout who gives a shit about me.”

Abrasive but honest; you laugh in full force. The odd thought passes you: why people watch gory, scary movies for ‘entertainment’ makes no sense to you. If they want horror, just take a gander at a pro-hero’s medical file. 

You cradle Katsuki’s head in for good measure and lay an appreciative kiss on his head. 

“Of course I give a shit,” you say hoarsely, “tho I prefer to say things like that with honey than vinegar, Kats.”

“Yeah, I know ya do… I count on it.”

When you hug him now, it’s a gentler connection. Bakugou still rubs his hand up and down your back, but out of affection instead of dire comfort. 

Finally you feel assured enough for now: you reconciled his past enough to have confidence in his present. He’s bold and never short of giving his all, but to know he acknowledges this living on extended time and has a unique appreciation for the cornerstones around him gives you calm again. 

Bakugou truly is your hero– who you know will drop everything to make sure he protects what’s closest to him first and foremost. 

When you sniffle and lick at the corner of your mouth, it still tastes sour and you finally register a pang of self awareness. You have to smell foul talking so close to him right now.

“I shoulda thought about gum or something..-sorry.”

“Would you stop,” Bakugou droned, taking out your insufficient ponytail now that you finally seemed settled, “I’m with you just about every morning the second you wake up, and I don’t give a fuck.”

Sweetly you silently thank his efforts with a sweet nod to how he put the hairtie back on his wrist. “Still, don’t mean to make it your problem.”

The hint of a smirk starting to come back to his face, you couldn’t completely eradicate his worry with one little bat of the eyes. 

“You are my problem. One I’m happy to fix up when I break it. We’ll get you freshened up when you’re ready. And only when you’re ready.”

You notice your position now on the floor of this bathroom and find it endearing how he managed full cuddle mode in such limited space. Surely the locked door was the straw that secured this.

But the knock was sure to halt it–

“Hey man, leave them alone!-”

“Um, hey ‘Joynamight’?~” Kaminari tested from the other side, “Haven’t heard any hurling in a while, are y’all good?”

“We’ll be GOOD when I SAY WE’RE GOOD!” Bakugou fired back, “HOLD YOUR DAMN HORSES, SPARKPLUG!”

Muting all laughter at the old school rivals was a challenge, but you did so while trying to gracefully detach from your loving partner. He let you with a steadying set of hands to yours to help push yourself up. You offer him steadying arms to pull him back up as well before putting your trashcan back to where it belonged. 

A rinse of your mouth later, you fan your face as best you could in a last-ditch effort to look like you haven’t been bawling like a baby. While he awkwardly stood to the side to give you a minute, you caught Bakugou thumbing at his waterline, too, with a stiff upper lip to get himself back in business. 

Once you rejoined him for a last hug, he readily accepts you with a rush of kisses to your forehead– just how you like it. It’s the mushiest he gets with you physically– guaranteed to get you back to your happy-go-lucky self. Once done, he smirks back at you pleased, petting your hair perfectly back into place. 

“You good?”

“I’m good~”

“OKAY, WE’RE GOOD, SHITTY HAIR!”

“Hey I was the one tellin’ him to lay off you guys!!”

“YEAH AND I CAN HEAR YOU SNICKERING FROM HERE.”

“Damn, for a guy with hearing loss, he sure can pick you out pretty well-”

Bakugou finally swings the door open, pissy as usual, “I HEARD THAT!!”

While Kirishima and Kaminari jog on, Bakugou pockets his hands and holds back for you. Once you exit, you figure you better brave a trip to the kitchen and make a round 2 of breakfast. 

“Something easy, ok?” he warns gently.

“I will. Won’t go fainting on ya~”

Knowing you’ll be on the roads later, Bakugou will impress a stable diet on you more than most.

“And no coffee.”

“Well, tie my hands completely, why doncha, Dynamight?” you sigh dramatically in the doorway.

He takes your chin in a bossy move, “Hey- m’lookin’ out for you, dummy.”

He sounds gruff and looks like he means it in the coolest of ways… but you hear everything in between the fussy brows and piercing eyes:

I care about you-

I’m sorry-

I know you’re this way because of me-

Never again-

Find me if you need me-

I love you- I love you- I love you-

“I know you are, Blasty~”

“UGH, she’s still calling me that shit too?!” Bakugou recoils further, shooting daggers down to the Tech Room, where he knows Hatsume is the one who fed you that old nickname.

You giggle as he stomps away, but he still throws back a last threat that you need to drink a fucking water before you go the fuck anywhere.

[wolfstarwereinlove]

people in twt are talking about their hc of what katsuki’s would ou wouldn’t do and here’s mine

drink: he would sometimes drink like two cups in a party or special dates, like in a date with izuku

smoke/do drugs: HE WOULD NEEEEEEEEEVER, my boy katsuki “goes to bed 8:30 pm” bakugou would NOT put such thing in his body

tatoo: i think he would, i don’t really see a problem in him doing that and in the fantasy au he already has (he’s the type of man that gets his lover’s name tatooed)

piercing: yes he would, totally he would and in my head it’s cannon that he has (he doesn’t)

and for those saying that he wouldn’t do tatoo’s or piercings because “he’s such a nerd” i’m such a nerd and i have piercings and i’m gonna get a tatoo next week so cmon he would.

[katsus-world]

Comfort.

Genre: angst (kinda) and fluff

Warnings: cussing and lots of crying 😭 also bakugou may be slightly out of character (?) I’m not sure

“You know I love you right?” Those words shook your heart as you looked at katsuki with glossy eyes. The feeling of your stomach dropping, his hand caressing your cheek. The calloused digits buring your already tear-stained face as he removes his hand.

All day you’ve been avoiding katsuki, all day you haven’t said a word to him. Or anyone else for that matter.

He was worried to say the least. You didn’t even answer his Goodmorning text or walk up to him during breakfast. His own head rushing through millions of thoughts as to why you haven’t uttered a peep to him, or any of your friends.

You sigh, nodding as that’s really the only thing you can do at the moment, not wanting to say anything because if you do, sobs will escape.

Katsuki’s frown deepens at you not responding. He knows that he didn’t do anything wrong at this point. Seeing you walk to your bed, looking at him expectingly. The blankets pushed to the side, welcoming him in onto the mattress.

Walking over, the ash blonde lays down. His arms caging you in as you bury your head into his chest.

The overwhelming feeling of everything that’s been stressing you out came crashing the second his muscular arms wrapped around your figure.

Sobs filled Katsuki’s ears as you let everything out. Shaking as fat hot tears rolled down your cheek once again.

Your fits balling up the backside of his shirt as you weep. His hands rubbing circles on your back, knowing that you’ve been having this pent up.

Katsuki knows you all too well, one of the things he’s found most comforting about you is that you both are very similar on how you handle your emotions.

Always keeping things bottled in, always staying quiet when something is bothering you. Only speaking up when necessary, there are days where you just don’t feel like conversing with people and that’s totally fine with the both of you.

He understands how you feel, reminding him of when he blew up on deku, after All Might retiring.

He didn’t like the fact that you were in pain right now though. And he knew that he couldn’t do anything but be there for you, letting you bawl all over his shirt, and pull him closer as your sobs grew louder.

“It’s ok baby, I got you.” The blonde looked down to you. Feeling his heart ache as he saw your eyes. Red with exhaustion and worry. The sounds of your wails are something he never wants to hear, burning his ears as his chest tightens.

“M’ so sorry Kat!” You let out through sobs. You didn’t mean to ignore him all day. Or anyone for that matter. But everything has been so overwhelming, the feeling of not being able to breath followed you everywhere today.

Being engulfed in a dark empty and cold mindset as you couldn’t pay attention in class. Having to excuse yourself and sprint down the hall to the restroom, shutting the stall and taking deep breaths like if you were about to be submerged into the deep ocean.

All of this being ticked off from the agency you were supposed to be training with. The pro hero giving you harsh comments and criticism on something that wasn’t your fault. His words crushing your self esteem as he said you were never going to make it onto the pro hero’s charts.

“That’s your stance? Are you trying get killed on your first day?”

“The hell was that fighting?! You can’t do that and expect everything to be fine!” All you could do was be quiet and nod. Frustration and anger bubbling up inside you as you look at the “mess” you apparently made.

There was a rock on a fire extinguisher. One that you didn’t even throw, it was his side kick.

On your last day there, the pro hero came up to your desk. Knocking rudely on the wood to get your attention.

“You know when I saw you at the sports festival, I thought you were so much better than this.. turns out you’re just another pretty face. You’ll never make it out in the real world l/n. I expected better from you. Goodbye and don’t let the door hit you out!” Walking away, his hand was in the air signaling you to get the hell out already.

All you could do was stand up and grab your things, quickly leaving the stupid building as you bit down on your lip. Trying to stop the tears that were spilling out.

That was two days ago. When you came back to the dorms, you made your way straight to your room. Not bothering to stay down with everyone else to share about the agency. Or to talk to your teacher, Mr. Aizawa about the pro hero and his unprofessionalism.

Instead you locked yourself in, finally letting your feelings out, dropping onto your bed until you passed out.

At least now you were with your boyfriend, in his arms as he comforted you, in his own way.

“About what? What’s wrong y/n?” His voice was laced with concern, pulling you out of his soaked shirt, he looked at you with heavy eyes.

Trying to calm down you sit up, chest heaving up and down as you tried catching your breath. Katsuki’s hands cupping yours, feeling his palms sweatier than usual.

“Stupid pro hero!” His words wrung through your head.

“Don’t push yourself if you ain’t ready. I can wait” a sense of relief fell on katsuki as now he knew for a fact it wasn’t his fault for you feeling like this.

“He said I wasn’t good enough to be a hero.” Your voice was quiet as you but your lips. The metallic taste making you tastebuds quiver with disgust.

“He said what?! You’re crying over that?” Widened scarlet eyes look at your still shaken up state. Worry quickly being replaced with anger.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?! He’s a nobody y/n don’t listen to that extra ass pro hero! You’re more than capable of being a hero, don’t let that nobody get to you..” Katsuki’s words were harsh but you know he didn’t mean it like that.

“Go to sleep. I know you must be tired from today, but tomorrow I’m taking you to go talk to Aizawa. That dumbass needs to watch what he says.” A low growl rumbled from the blondes chest.

You laid back down on your bed, looking at your boyfriend to join you. Taking off his shirt as it had your tears all over it, thinking about how wet it probably was right now.

You rest your head on his bare chest as he pulls youu on top of him. His arms finding home on the sides of your hips. Knowing that you’ll be snoring in no time, he gives you a peck on the forehead.

“I love you dumbass, don’t take that dumb shit to heart.” Sighing, you nod.

“I love you too katsuki, thank you for being here right now.” He lets out a grunt in response and not long after, soft snores fill his ears. His eyes drifting off, your body still in his arms as his lids close.

༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

I gave up at the end but this was a little self indulged. I was sad LMAO 😭 not proof read so sorry for any misspellings 😞🙏

[sweet-honey-tears]

If They Where Dads

Fluff head cannons! 🤍

Gender neutral reader. Kinda sounds like reader gave births but I kinda figured it’s either adoption or a quirk that can combine dna. Idk.

Feel free to leave request for other characters!

Daycare pick up head cannon

Aged up of course!!

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

“She's beautiful”

“Daddy’s gonna buy you the fucking world.”

Big red eyes stared back as tiny hands gripped scared calloused fingers.

He would teach his kids sign language incase he ever does lose his hearing.

Is the type of dad that just carries the baby because fuck the stroller and shit- he’s a walking one that can also rock the little monster to sleep.

Will call the baby ‘Mini SpitFire’ and ‘Adorable Monster’(better than dumbass)

Will sign his daughter(and future kid- aka his baby boy) up for karate

And if his kid doesn’t have a quirk, he’s going to sign them up for a bunch of self-defense classes. He wants to protect them from people like him growing up.

Your phone Lock Screen is a picture of your toddler mid-sprint to the door as Katsuki is crouched with arms wide open. He had just gotten off a patrol, his hair mused and masked pushed up. His gauntlets pushed to the side. His face was dirty and stained. But his smile was huge and little tears are in his eyes from seeing his little mini spitfire come running to him.

“Don’t post that”

“But Kat-“

“No”

Can't let the public know king explosion murder is a big old softy. No, that is only for his family.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

Dude freaked out when he found out it’s gonna be twins- girls a matter of fact’ As babies, he’d put them in little shark onesies and then put on his own.

Your Lock Screen is a picture of your two beautiful twin girls in these little onesies and your Home Screen is Pro Hero Red Riot in a large Great White Shark onesie holding his two lovely(in shark onesies) twin girls in each of his arms. A big, proud, sharp smile stretched on his face.

He is the kind of dad to strap one of the girls to his chest, the other girl you have strapped to yours. There is totally a picture on the fridge of you two like that.

Would call his girls:

“Little riot, stop pulling your sister's hair!”

“Sharky, you shouldn’t be up there!”

The girls will call you Mama Papa, or Sharky Shark. (So- MommaShark! SharkyShary or ShaSha!) They call Kiri Daddy Shark.

The girls have shark plushies, cat ones, and so many plushies! One of the girls’ favorites, when they were toddlers, was a Red Riot plush. They’d hold it so damn tight whenever Kiri had to leave on a long mission.

They call the Bakuquad the following when they are very young:

Uncle Bak-uh-dough

Unky Serooooo

Aunty Mina

Unk Donkey or Denks (purely because Denki will make a goofy face when they say it)

Also, I think Testu would still pop by and the girl would call him Test.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Would freak the fuck out when he finds out but also be so excited

Will call the baby “Sparky!” And bakugou will say it sounds like you're calling a dog-

⚡️“ but you use to call me stuff like that-“

“Yeah I know”

⚡️“ but you said it sounds like a dog-“

“Yup”

Bakuogou felt a light hit to the back of his head. You walk past him while holding your/Denki’s baby. He just laughs. What? You’d think he’d do or say something to a woman holding a baby. Fuck no.

There’s a picture on your phone of Denki holding your baby, who is fast asleep, with rubber gloves on his hands. He’s being incredibly careful now. Wearing rubber gloves to ensure he never accidentally sparks the baby. He keeps getting excited every time he sees you two. That’s your Home Screen FWI.

The baby does have a Pikachu onesie. And a hat with the ear sticking up. As well as a Pokeball pillow(Mina got them for Christmas)

I feel like Shinso stops over a lot too. Like these guys are really good friends in the future.

“Uncle Shin!”

“Hey there Spark” he would totally gift the baby little cat stuffed animals and cat hairpins.

▪️🔸Sero🔸▪️

Sero would be surprised but stay chill.

Sero would call his baby girl:

“Hermosa (beautiful) you gotta wake up. We have to get ready for school”

Would teach his daughter Spanish(assuming you also know it too)

The girl's room is decorated with plants and cute food tapestries. There would definitely be one of those egg nest swings in the room(the ones above ground and hanging from the wall). He would hold the baby and rock them to sleep in it.

I feel like the baby would have a really cute, soft, cartoon ‘spider’ plush. But it’s not even really a spider- but a blob with a ‘:3’ face and eight legs. Totally has cat ears. Sero found it one day and was like ‘yup, that’s coming home’.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, you frickin love it.

Sero brings home the cutest but most random stuffed animals and toys. Ones that are just funny and adorable but make no fucking sense.

At an older age, Sero would definitely play with his daughter via his quirk. Your lock Screen is a picture of your daughter hanging upside down, her ‘spider’ plush hanging in her hand.

[mysicklove-main]

Pls, can I get a crumb of that new pack? *rattles red solo cup with small kachan trying to escape out of it*

New pack pls 😩

Soooo instead of giving you teasers of the next chapter I wrote this.

THIS IS NOT CANNON to the story!! Just a fun side story I wanted to write

Does NOT contain spoilers and definitely can be read as a regular fic, if you have not read Your New Pack

Your New Pack Side Story: Pool Day!

Pairings: Panther! Shoto Todoroki, Hawk! Takami Keigo, Rabbit! Izuku Midoriya, Wolf! Katsuki Bakugou, Dog! Eijiro Kirishima x Human Female! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You are just trying to finish the chapter of your book. The boys seem to have a problem with that.

Convincing the boys to have a pool day was not very hard. It was blazing hot and spending some time in the cool pool is exactly what everyone needed. Plus the thought of you in a swimsuit had the boys frantically running into their rooms to change.

So here you were, out by the pool suntanning with a book in your hands. You wore large sunglasses that covered your face and a pink and white polka-dot bikini.

Izuku stands in front of you, near the edge of the pool, and cocks his head to the side. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

You tear your eyes from the page and onto the boy. He was wearing bright red swim shorts and had goggles on his forehead that pushes the mop of hair out of his face. You scan his body, just because you could. It was beginning to get more toned, you note happily. He did spend a lot of time in your gym.

“Y/N?” He prompts again, and you quickly tear your eyes from his abs to his face. He was blushing lightly, having caught your stare.

You blush in return and frantically wave your hands in front of your face. “Oh, uh, just some stupid cheesy romance book.”

His ears twitch above his head. “Are you a romantic person?”

“Hopelessly,” You sigh thinking about the times you have daydreamed about having a lover.

He furrows his eyebrows in thought. He brings his hand to his chin and begins his muttering things you couldn’t understand, “Huh. Hopeless romantic. Would she like flowers? Or does she want some sort of grand gesture? Like maybe–”

Suddenly the bunny falls–No is pushed into the pool. He lands in the water with a short screech. Your eyes widen and you quickly check if he’s alright. Izuku’s now-soaked hair falls in front of his face and he frowns at the figure above him.

“Kacchan!”

“You deserved it. Nobody wanted to hear your annoying ass muttering.”

You frown at the wolf. “Katsuki,” You warn.

He looks at you from above his black sunglasses. His red eyes bore into yours. “What? You know I’m right.” 

You sigh and shake your head, knowing you’re not going to win this battle. So, you instead take in his appearance. Black swim trunks and black aviators. You weren’t surprised by his outfit choice. 

He catches your stare and grins, canines exposed. “You better get in the water soon or you’re going to end up like Deku over here.” He uses his thumb to point to the rabbit in the pool and you sigh but nod. 

You watch him jump into the shallow end of the pool and walk toward the small waterfall. He leans against it with a sign, finally cooling off. 

You hum and turn back toward your book. 

“Cannonball!” You recognize the voice immediately and you perk up. You watch Eijiro run from the ledge and jump in the pool, with his legs tucked into his chest. 

From this angle you could tell that he was wearing those ridiculous shorts you told him NOT to buy the first day you guys went shopping. Bright neon yellow. He looked like a human highlighter. You didn’t even have time to groan about his outfit choice.

Water sprays everywhere in the pool, and some droplets land on the bottom of your legs. You laugh as Eijiro comes up for air. He swims to the closest ledge, where Izuku was also hanging onto. 

The rabbit put the yellow goggles on. It made his eyes look massive. He looked ridiculous but you didn’t want to ruin his fun, so you held back a laugh.

“Did you see that, Y/N? C’mon get in the water, it’s no fun without you!”

“Of course, I saw it, I even felt it. Gotta be one of the best cannonballs I have ever seen.” He puffs out his chest in pride. “And In a bit. I just want to finish this chapter.”

“Alright! I’ll make sure to save you a floaty next to mine!”

Katsuki growled from across the pool, cutting you off. He wipes his sunglasses with his finger. “Really, idiot?” The blond scolds from across the pool and the dog grins.

“Sorry, Bakugou! But if you are in the pool, you do have to be prepared to get wet,” He hums in response, grinning at you as he talks. 

“I am about to get you real wet when I drown your ass!” The wolfs yells in response.

Eijirio laughs for a second and turns to face the wolf who is across the pool. “Sorry man, but that stuff doesn’t really turn me on.” He raises his eyes mischievously and you burst into laughter.

“Kirishima!” Izuku says, hand covering his mouth to hide his smile. The dog winks at him which makes you laugh even more. It was rare for Eijiro to best Bakugou and entertained the hell out of you.

Katsuki sits there for a second processing what the hell his best friend just said. He tears off his sunglasses and sends them flying into the grass. “You are dead, dog!” He bellows before tearing through the water toward the redhead.

The two begin to wrestle above and under the water, and Izuku has the first-row seat, with his goggles on beneath the water. 

You knew that the two of them would never hurt each other so you fix your sunglasses, lean back, and continue your book. 

Someone sits down next to you, and you turn your head immediately at the sound. Shoto is in the seat next to you, fully clothed. He turns to you and smiles softly. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hey Sho.” His heart picks up as it usually does when he hears the nickname fall from your mouth. He scoots his chair closer to you and you smile and nod at him encouragingly.

You turn your attention back to the book, causing him to frown. He doesn’t say anything.

After a couple of seconds, the panther begins to shift uncomfortably in his chair. You turn toward him in confusion. “Hey Shoto, why do you have your regular clothes on? 

“Do you want me to strip for you?” He asks casually, honestly hoping you’ll say yes.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and try not to blush. You know by now that this is how he speaks, and he doesn’t mean anything by it.  “Why did you have to frame it like that?”

He cocks his head to the side and frowns. “Oh sorry. I can undress for you if you want. Is that better?” 

You give up. “Okay. Never mind. It’s fine.”

“It’s because I don’t want to go in the pool,” He reasons, looking disgusted at the two canines currently trying to drown one another.

“Why? It’s hot as hell. Wouldn’t it feel nice?” You encourage and he shakes his head.

“Not a fan of water.”

You giggle at this and he cocks his head in confusion. “What?”

“A cat afraid of water. You are a walking stereotype, Shoto,” You tease and the panther furrows his eyebrows.

“Cats are afraid of water?”

“Yes, have you not seen–You know what. Nevermind. It’s perfectly fine to not like water,” Reasoning with him usually took at least ten minutes, and you really wanted to finish your chapter. 

So the two of you sit in silence. You can feel Shoto stare at you but you ignore it. Just a couple more pages and then you can ask what is wrong. “I like that swimsuit. You look pretty, Y/N.”

You begin to respond to the compliment when a familiar voice cuts in, “Yeah she does and isn’t it just the perfect color?”

And suddenly the cocky blonde is walking, more like strutting, over to the two of you. You can’t hold back the laugh that falls from your lips when you see what he is wearing. Pink and white polka dot shorts, and pink sunglasses.

“What are you laughing at, Dove? Don’t like it? Woah, hold on, did you copy me?” Keigo clutches at his heart, with an overdramatic look of fake pain on his face.

“You’re such an idiot,” You sigh but smile.

“Agreed.” The panther says from next to you, who was not joking.

“Hey, princess! I’m surprised you didn’t come out here in a bikini!” The wolf calls, putting the fight on hold just to tease the hawk.

“Would you have liked that more, wolf? Cause I’m sure Y/N has some extras.” You try to hold back another laugh from the bickering but fail to. Shoto shakes his head at the comment.

Izuku emerges from the water, ears pinned back on his head from the force of the water. “Please don’t Hawks! You look great in pink,” Izuku says with enthusiasm. He has been idolizing the bird from the very first day he moved in, almost as much as he does with All-Might. 

Keigo takes in the rabbit’s dorky appearance and has to cover his laugh with a cough. “Thanks, kid. Hey, can you hand me that floaty? The pizza one.” Izuku nods and dives back under the water to fetch it.

He brings it back and Keigo climes on and fixes his pink sunglasses. He then turns over with a huff and lays down, sunbathing on his back, with his eyes closed.

It goes silent again, excluding Izuku and Eijiro laughing in the water with one another. You turn back to your book. 

A couple of minutes go by and Keigo speaks loud enough for everyone to hear, “Don’t Y/N and I look like a couple, matching together like this?” He loved stirring up shit.

Katsuki throws a blow-up beach ball at the hawk, hitting him in the stomach, before he could catch it. “No, you idiot! She’s not into you, bird brain!” Katsuki yells from across the pool and you sigh, knowing that it’s going to be a couple of minutes before you can go back to your book.

The panther, who much to your surprise, did actually strip, sits up next to you. He was wearing dark blue shorts that matched his collar that he never took off. “Bakugous right. Keigo, you are delusional,” Shoto calls from your side.

“Ironic,” The bird mumbles, before closing his eyes again. It goes quiet for a few seconds, and you think that was all, but suddenly Keigo and his floaty are being flipped over. The bird falls into the water with a groan. 

Izuku and Eijiro pop up with a smile and high-five one another. You laugh at this and the two turn to you, smiling in return. “Thanks for the encouragement, Y/N! We all know he deserved it,” Eijiro calls from the pool, and Izuku hums in agreement. 

Keigo doesn’t argue knowing he provoked it. So he sighs and gets out of the water to place his wet sunglasses on the table. He winks at you when he catches you staring at his body. You turn away, slightly blushing on being caught, again. At least Katsuki and Eijiro didn’t catch you.

It goes quiet again. Shoto has moved the seat even closer to yours. You don’t say anything. He turned his body to face you and you could feel him staring again. He was waiting for you to admire his body like you did with the others.

Five more pages and then you’re done. He can wait for five pages.

You pause for a second. It was quiet. Too quiet. You glance at the water and frown. The boys weren’t there. You begin to look for them when Shoto begins to speak, “Y/N, you know, your body looks–” And suddenly he is being lifted.

Each boy holds a different limb, Katsuki, and Eijiro hold him up both under his arms, while Keigo and Izuku hold him up by the back of his knees. He looks at you and then the boys shocked. They in response, grin viciously.

The boys have noticed for a couple of minutes that Shoto has been staring at you, and it definitely wasn’t in a pure way. So, they came up with a plan, and here they are.

“Perverts get banished to the pool!” Eijiro says, and the four begin to swing him toward the water.

“Wait–I’m not! Guys, cmon don’t do this! I hate the water!” But it’s too late and suddenly the panther is flying toward the pool. Your eyes widen when he hits the cool waterl with a splash. 

When he comes back up he looks absolutely pissed. You cover your mouth and laugh silently. 

But the moment doesn’t last long, cause suddenly you are being lifted up now. A hand grabs for your sunglasses and places them on the counter next to you. “Huh? Guys wait! I’m, not a pervert! C’mon, I just need to finish my chapter!”

“Sorry Dove, you should know we are all impatient bastards.”

“He’s right, Y/N! And you told me earlier you would come in! You are taking way too long, man.”

“I told you that you would end up like Deku.”

“You can finish reading your “cheesy romance book” later, Y/N!”

“But–” and just like Shoto, you were being thrown into the water, with a small squeal. You land with a small splash, and the boys all jump in after you, carefully making sure to not jump on you.

When you come up for air, you begin to laugh and the boys follow in pursuit, excluding Shoto. 

You quickly swim over toward the pouting cat, and move his sopping-wet hair away from his eyes. He closes his eyes and bathes in the soft touch. When you pull away, he smiles softly at you. “See? Not too bad right?”

He nods a little hesitantly. “I guess.” You smile wide at him and suddenly you are being pulled away from him by your legs. You laugh and allow yourself to be dragged back.

You spent the rest of the day teaching the boys every single pool game you could think of. 

Katsuki got way too invested in pool volleyball, almost drowning Eijiro while diving for the ball. Izuku is a pro at marco-polo, it actually freaked everyone out. You think he is cheating. Eijiro is fantastic at sharks and minnows, but that didn’t surprise anyone, in a different life you swore he would be a shark. Shoto liked playing colors, because when your “it” you have to stand out of the water. He didn’t even try to tag anyone. You had to end the game quickly because Shoto would never jump into the water. Keigo suggested playing mermaids, half a joke and half serious, and got shit on by everyone immediately. His swimsuit didn’t help his case. And finally, you requested a race. They let you win, and the six of you knew it, but nobody said anything.

By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted. After showering the six of you passed out ten minutes into your almost daily, superhero movie. 

Main story: Here

[acerathia]

pink camellias || Bonus: baby's breath

Chapter Summary:

baby's breath: everlasting love

Wordcount: 0.9k

Read the rest: Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

u know when u have a specific scene and the whole fic is written for it? this is mine and it didnt even make the cut, rip. anyway, this is the last scheduled post o7

A sigh escaped you the moment you hit your mattress. Your house arrest had been lessened, so you had started going to tea parties and luncheons with the ladies. Something you usually enjoyed moderately, yet since your return was never the same. You knew it was because of your fighting in the war, your hidden scars they were speculating about. It was simply a scandal, yet no one dared to be up front with these thoughts, as it was in the court of nobles. You should have been accustomed to it, since they were always like this as you were training with the sword, but it began to wear on you. Not only their whispers, but also the red tint still in your fingernail beds, no matter how much you scrubbed them, the flashing memories every time something moved too fast in the corner of your eyes. You won the war, but was it truly worth it?

There was also Katsuki. Since the feast, you had been avoiding him, as in not accepting whatever gifts or ignoring the letters he had been sending. As much as you did wish for it to be true, you knew all too well how vicious the court was, there was no way they would accept somebody like you at his side. So, you tried to discourage him, even if it hurt you both. Maybe that was what was needed.

A knock on your window startled you, and you grabbed a robe and the dagger hidden under your pillow. Gripping the hilt, you slowly approached the glass and peered through. At the sight of the person on the outside, you let your weapon fall as you hurriedly opened the window.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a hushed voice, grabbing his hand and helping him climb into the room.

He grunted as he slipped through and spoke when his feet hit the ground. “You didn’t answer my letters, of course I got fucking worried.”

You bit your lip, not having expected him to come visit you at all. “I’m fine, you can go now…” You tried to turn around, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from doing so.

“Like hell I am… C’mon, what’s going on?” he tried to persuade you to confide in him, and you thought if he knew, maybe he would stop trying, too.

You shook your head. “This isn’t right, Katsuki. We can’t do this. The court, the nobles would never accept me by your side…”

His hand slipped over your arm and your shoulder to cup your face. “Fuckin’ hell. Since when did I or you care about the shitty opinion of these cannon fodders?”

Despite yourself, you leaned closer to his hand, simply shrugging at his words.

“It doesn’t matter, they don’t matter. All I care about is you, having you by my side, is that clear?”

“You won’t be persuaded otherwise, will you?” you sighed, still, a small smile tugging on your lips.

As he shook his head, you reached out to caress his cheek and then softly pinch it. “Fine, but don’t regret it…”

“Never,” he murmured, following you as you decided to take a seat on your bed.

The mattress dipped under his weight, shifting you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, slightly shifting, getting his shoes off, before he dragged you to lay on the bed by his side.

His fingers dipped over your waist, your hip.

You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Even if I’m marred by scars, by the battlefield?”

“Especially your scars… A badge of your bravery… In my eyes, that makes you even more beautiful,” he murmured, his fingertips hot on your exposed skin, slipping to your thigh and accurately finding the scarring there, the one he had bandaged up. “I love you, wholly and truly.”

A breath caught in your lungs, and you pulled him closer to you, gingerly pressing your lips against his, as if everything you wanted to tell him could be conveyed that way, whispering your own declaration against his gasping teeth. His fingers carefully dug into your thigh, thumb still brushing against the scar, as he kissed you back, soft, yet with a certain heat.

It didn’t take long for his lips to find your throat, your neck, the soft spot at the edge of your shoulder, your robe slipped off of it.

But instead of going further, he buried his face into the skin there, his breath warm against your collarbones, as he whispered something against it.

“Marry me…”, his voice rough, his grip slightly tightening against your waist, hips, shifting, like he was scared of your answer, scared you might disappear into the air, slipping between his fingers like sand.

And for a moment you stayed silent, not having expected these words at all. But the answer was as clear as the way the sun was going to rise tomorrow again. For once you ignored the reactions of the others, of your father, ignored the possible complications. All you thought about was spending the rest of your life by his side, fingers intertwined, protecting each other, be it with blades or words, spending every morning waking up to his face, going to bed every night close to him.

You couldn’t wish for anything else. A ‘yes’ escaping your mouth like a breath of air, simple and easy.

His hands immediately cupped your face, eyes scanning over your features, as if to commit them to memory, commit this exact memory into eternity. A bright smile broke over his face as he reached closer to meet your lips again, and again, and for the rest of your lives.

[star1ight0]

MHA/BNHA EXAM HEAD CANNONS!

It's the last exam of the year for me and I'm stressing. So here we are. Requests are open be respectful and mindful when making them.

Character listed: Ejiro Kirishima,

Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya,

Ejiro is definitely serious about exams and studies for them a lot but not the point of exhaustion.

He would make sure to help you with anything you didn't understand making sure you are both adequately prepared.

If he noticed you overworking he'd force you to eat and nap with you.

In the event you burn out or anything of the sort he'd take care of you.

If it was more of a motivation thing he'd let you study alongside him offering help where and when he can but also giving you lots of works of encouragement, affirmations, kisses and cuddles

No matter the result he'd be proud of you and celebrate no matter what.

Katsuki would most definitely offer to let you study with him but otherwise he'd tell you when he was planning on doing so, just so you could avoid disturbing him for unimportant reasons.

If you were struggling in any subject he'd take it upon himself to help out, making sure by the end of the session you made at least some type of progress.

If you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion he'll take care of you only after he gave a 30 minute lecture on how overworking is only harming you in the long run.

In the event of burnout and or exhaustion afterwards he'd take care of you, finding small ways to keep your mind off scores or anything of the sort

He'd set a goal for you to reach making sure it was reasonable for you such an I'd you got an __% to reach for at least 10-20% more on the next test

No matter what as long as he knows you tried your best he'd tell you at least once he was proud of you followed by a kiss.

Izuku would study prefusly but knows his limits and would offer to study together mostly so he could be around you

If you'd struggled with anything, he was a nerd and could almost always help.

He likes to hold you a lot so between breaks he'd probably lean on you or cuddle with you.

In the event of overworking yourself he'd probably notice before it got bad warning you it could fall back on you.

If you didn't listen and burnt out anyways he'd comfort you with kisses and such.

No matter the score he would buy you a gift for working hard making sure to give lots of words of affirmation.

Shorter than what I wanted sorry

[sugarlywhispers]

Laysa … your recent lavagirl and Bakugou post was so 😋

1) Bakugou is about to crash tf out THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨‼️🙅🏾‍♀️

2) idk what that villain thought this was but lavagirl and Bakugou DO NOT play about each other frfr .. like the villain is soo cooked it’s not even funny

3) also angstier thought about this but like Bakugou was so torn up about slightly hurting lavagirl even though it wasn’t even her. So now I’m thinking about a villain that has a puppet control quirk and like they control someone completely but the person is still aware of what’s happening yet can’t stop it. And the villain sends Bakugou after lavagirl 😣. Like… she hesitated so bad even though the villain WASNT Bakugou.. imagine if it really was him 💔

Me thinking about how heartbreaking that would be:

(Sorry to be a Debby downer I literally just read this three part angst fic that had tears streaming down my face fr 🤕🤧)

NO, BECAUSE—

1) THAT VILLAIN IS FUCKING DEAD. LIKE, THIS IS NO JOKE. 🔥🔥

2) It's so not funny how Dynamight –the real one– is about to shred to pieces his own image. Like, think about the symbolism for a sec… NOT EVEN HIMSELF IS ALLOWED TO HURT HIS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT WIFE. AND THAT'S A CLEAR THREAT TO EVEN HEROES. NO FUCKING ONE GETS TO TOUCH Y/N. PERIOD.

3) ADKANXNDBAQLWIWYGSKDJSJS MY HEART. 💔💔 Just imagine—

Bakugou Katsuki is freaking crying, loudly begging, and desperately pleading inside his head to any possible god existing up there in the sky to fucking please… STOP. All as he sees you recoil, genuine fear splattered in all your factions and body stance while he is forcibly ordered to walk towards you. He can feel it, his body getting ready to attack against his own will. He's going to attack you. You, the most important person of his life. The person he chose to share everything with. Gentle and soothing touches every night, laying together in the same bed, before falling asleep in each other's arms. From small pecks of ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to deep, passionate kisses that show how in love you're with each other. Gentle words that reassure how well each of you did for the day and even healthy arguments in which you worriedly reprend each other if the other did something stupid and put their life in danger. Either way, it always ended in a forgiven strong embrace of a hug and a touch of lips that means: ‘I still love you over all’.

It's not clear to everyone watching. It's not even clear to you as he approaches, deadly looking, ready to fight you with all his might –yet eyes turned white, void of any emotion, coldly inexpensive, and obviously in a trance that no matter how hard Red Riot or Deku try while throwing stuff or even themselves at Dynamight, they can not break the spell the villain has their best friend in.

Pro Hero Dynamight just looks like he's ready to kill.

To kill you.

No one can actually see the battle he is having inside his head with himself.

STOP. FUCKIN’ STOP! STUPID BODY!! FUCKIN’ STOP MOVING! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER. NO. STOP!!!

He's howling inside his head, and it's no use. No matter how desperately and loud he screams in his head, he isn't in control of his body. But he can see. He sees and feels his body blowing away the stuff Izuku throws to stop him. He sees and feels when Eijirou puts himself in front of him, all turned into rock, as he punches and tries to pull Katsuki away; yet he ends up being thrown probably a kilometer away and against the bricks of a fallen building by the force of one of Katsuki's explosions.

Inside his head he grimaces at what he has done to his two best friends. They look pretty wounded, and it's all because of him. 

Fuck!

And Katsuki sees and feels his arm raising, cannon directed at you, who stand several meters in front of him quite unsure on what to do.

MOVE. DODGE. RUN AWAY. DON'T LET ME HURT YOU! FUCKIN’ FIGHT ME!! 

But you don't. Your lava completely retracts into your body, no longer standing in an attack nor defensive position.

NO. FUCK! DON'T! Y/N, DON'T!

His other hand raises, fingers directing at the side of the cannon that would activate the shoot of his accumulated nitroglycerin sweat that would bring hell into the world. Fuckin’ directed at you!

NO! NOOO! Please… No…

Dynamight fires.

Right at the last minute he sees Deku standing in front of you, fully ready to receive the blast. And then Red Riot in his rock form appears in front of Deku, fully receiving the blast. 

Mentally, Katsuki groans with relief. Kirishima has trained thousands of times with him, enduring his shots in his rock form. The red-head is strong enough to endure a blast like that one. However, the amount of nitroglycerin collected has been too big, even for what Dynamight himself is used to. He feels the recoil in his shoulder, he knows one more move and it will break. And he truly wishes it does if it means he won't get another chance to hurt any of you or his friends.

Yet when he focuses his attention back to the place where you were once the smoke dissipates, he freezes. Red Riot is fully knocked out, lying almost moveless on the ground if not for the slow intakes of breath. Deku is also down, a big portion of rock that exploded up from the ground over his legs that prevents him from moving it off him. Fuck, Katsuki knows if Izuku wasn't so weakened as he is at the moment he would be able to easily punch the rock away and fight him. But the villain had already taken care of tiring Deku a lot before Dynamight and Y/H/N landed on the scene.

And you… Oh, no… 

You are lying motionless on the dirty ground, torches of fire close to your body but not close enough to burn you. But the blast has been strong enough to even reach you behind two of the biggest heroes there are.

Katsuki is yelling in agony inside his head.

He still sees and feels his body move. Walking slowly but surely towards where you lay. Passing by the two completely beating up pro heroes like he doesn't care a damn thing about them.

Fuck! No… NO. STOP ALREADY. PLEASE!! FUCKIN’ STOP!!!

When he stands next to you, he moves you with his boot to lay on your back. He sees your beaten and weak body barely respond as he straddles your hips, but you're looking at his eyes. And he feels his own ready to attack again.

NO, FUCKIN’ NO!

His hand raises, palm open, getting closer to your face, heat increasing with each second that passes. He feels it coming, a big blast ready to shoot at your face. Ready to kill you.

Bakugou Katsuki is bawling inside his head, fucking desperate and metaphorically pulling the hairs of his head at how incompetent, how out of control he feels.

He's going to kill you, with his own hands, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

And then… You smile at him. That loving and comprehensive smile you used to give him when he didn't know how to express his feelings. Filled with love and assurance.

Everything freezes again, including his body.

“I know you're in there, Katsuki,” you speak in such a gentle tone it physically makes the pit of his stomach contract in painful love. Both of your hands weakly hold the one a few centimeters away from your face.

His complete body starts to tremble, and you know that Katsuki is inside there fighting. He's battling to regain the power over his own body as hard as he can. You know your Katsuki is there.

Tears start to escape your eyes, but they still show the immense love you feel for the man above you. You know that even though he is about to kill you, it's not his fault. It's not him. Katsuki would never kill you. You trust him. You love him. And even if he does end up killing you, you would still love him.

“It's me, Katsuki. Y/N… Your Y/N,” you cry, one of your hands cups his face that holds an angry, deadly expression, his eyes still white and void of any emotion. But you can feel him trembling, droplets of sweat sliding over the skin of his temples thanks to the strength you know his mind is putting against the control the villain has over his body.

And you smile bigger, still looking at him with adoring love. Weakly directing his hand down towards your chest, right where your heart is. You press his hand against it, for him to feel the beats that jump against your chest for him. Because of him. Your beating heart that loves him. That lives for him. And that would gladly die for him too.

“All I… all I want you to know… is that… I still love you over all.”

You close your eyes, ready for the outcome that it's most surely about to happen. Ready to receive with open and welcoming arms the mutual friend every hero has: Death.

A real and loud roar escapes Dynamight's mouth. Everyone witnessing the immense struggle, the hard fight the pro hero is battling inside.

And then a snap. It feels as if someone cut something off with a katana, the typical sound the weapon makes as it slides heads off in movies.

You feel the hand over your chest leave its place forcefully, and when you open your eyes, that hand fires a blast towards the air. Katsuki's arm is raised over his head, palm open at the sky as the blast bellows in rage, just like the scream that came within his chest and out.

Katsuki eyes open as fire lightens above his head, teary ruby eyes looking down at you in deep relief and love.

You sob happily as Katsuki lets his body fall languid over you, but still putting his forearms on each side of your head to avoid completely falling with his weight over you.

“I love you,” his head is hiding in your neck as he takes rapid and deep inhales of breath, so you kiss his cheek several times while your arms surround his body.

Your Katsuki is back.

You help him turn to the side and lay on his back, body still trembling and breathing fastly. You know he's seconds away from losing consciousness, so you kiss him one more time, this time on his forehead lovingly. He relaxes and he's out.

Your eyes travel to the villain, who looks dumbfounded that your husband broke the spell and gained his control back. But when their eyes find yours, they gulp. You stand and begin to walk towards him, your lava activating with each step you give closer. Your eyes hold so much rage, your body lightening up and showing the demonic look you're known for. It's the villain's turn to recoil, unsure and afraid.

“Now, is fucking personal…”

[thehouseofurmotha]

Hiya!

Welcome to my master-list! This is where all the fics I write can be found! As well as my request rules which are as follows <3

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Currently I will take requests for My Hero Academia, Yuri on Ice, and Harry Potter Marauders Era! This is very much subject to change depending on what fandoms I'm in at the time!

I will write mostly x reader but I'm also willing to do some character x character ships! I will also do poly relationships!

As of now I will not write smut, any yandere, or anything with extreme gore. This is also subject to change and I will do my best to write all requests but if something makes me uncomfortable or I feel I am not the right person to portray it I will not write it.

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My Hero:

Bakugou Katsuki (platonic/romantic)

Aizawa Shouta (platonic/romantic)

Todoroki Shouto (platonic/romantic)

Hawks (platonic/romantic)

Todoroki Touya, Dabi (platonic/romantic)

Kaminari Denki (platonic/romantic)

Iida Tenya (platonic/romantic)

Iida Tensei (romantic/platonic)

Toshinori Yagi, Allmight (platonic)

Eri (platonic)

Togata Mirio (romantic/platonic)

Sir night eye (platonic)

Shigaraki Tomura (platonic/romantic)

Kurioguri (platonic)

Shinsou Hitoshi (platonic/romantic)

Toga Himiko (platonic/romantic)

Yuri On Ice:

Viktor Nikiforov (romantic/platonic)

Yuuri Katsuki (platonic/romantic)

Yuri Plisetsky (platonic/romantic)

Mauraders Harry Potter:

Sirius Black (platonic/romantic)

Remus Lupin (platonic/romantic)

James Potter (platonic/romantic)

Regulus Black (platonic/romantic)

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My hero academia:

Bakugou Katsuki:

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Dating bakugo head canons

Always hot Bakugou x reader head canons

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Dating him head canons

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head canons

Shinso x reader soulmate au :)

Shouto Todoroki:

Shouto who likes to spend his money on you head canons

Shouta Aizawa:

Aizawa x chronically ill student reader head cannons

Yuri on Ice:

Mauraders: