#katsuki: screaming into a microphone

[ghostclefable]

tgck & bkdk double date to a karaoke room

Katsuki is disinterested until he and Himiko realize they both love BABYMETAL

cue Kats and Himiko singing RATATATA while Ochaco and Izuku both think "so cute!!" about their partner

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

You are now reading Part 1 of my series!

Part 2 Part 3

At the starting line, Bakugo sat poised behind the wheel of his sleek, customized racer, his eyes fixed on the flag girl standing just a few feet ahead. You wore a vibrant blue crop top and a miniskirt to match. It's too tight, Bakugo thinks but enjoys the view nonetheless. You looked tempting, the red flag in your hand ready to unleash the roaring beasts lined up behind you. Kirishima rolls down his window, catching the blonde's attention. Bakugo turned his head to the right. "Pretty, isn't she? She's new." Katsuki hummed in agreement. You really were a sight to behold. Sero suddenly spoke up. "Let's make a bet, between the three of us. Winner gets to take her out. Or are you guys too scared I'll beat ya to it?" Bakugo scoffed. They had nothing on him. He was the star of the show, his car was second to none. Who was tapehands to tell him what to do? He could beat those extras with his eyes closed.

Neon signs bled into the slick asphalt, blurring as Bakugo scanned the starting line. Headlights cut through the night like hungry eyes, illuminating the customized beasts straining at the bit. Deku's souped-up Toyota, a sleeper in disguise, sat innocent-looking next to Todoroki's sleek, ice-themed Subaru. Even Sero's Nissan Silvia seemed hungry for the win. "Bet." he smirked, rolling up his windows. His eyes snapped back to the front. He wondered what your name was. Mina sure knew good people to recruit.

A wry smile played on your lips. You raised the flag, parting your glossy pink lips to signal the racers.

"Ready?" He knew the city like the back of his hand, every hidden pothole, every blind curve.

Even though you were a newbie, damn you knew how to control the crowd. They were screeching your name, chanting it continuously and Bakugo struggled to make it out between all the screams. "Set." You grinned, placing a hand on your waist as the engines of the cars roared to life, loud and energetic. Gosh, you lived for the adrenaline. The crowd was silent, awaiting your signal so that the racers could just go already. Your vibrant outfit practically glowed under the harsh streetlights, hugging every curve. You winked at Bakugo, a sly smile playing on your lips. He scoffed internally. Trying to distract him, were you? Not a chance.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation, their bets already placed. A million yen on Bakugo, whispers claimed. You leaned closer to the microphone, your voice amplified across the silent street. "Gentlemen," you purred, your words dripping with a thrill, "tonight, we race for glory, for bragging rights, and…" you paused, letting the tension build, "for a night out with yours truly, and a hefty sum of cash!"

The other racers revved their engines impatiently, their eyes hungry. Now this was a prize to die for. You snickered and dropped the flag swiftly. "Go!" All of the cars sped off, dusting the black Nissan 350Z that stayed there. Its engine purred slightly. You were confused. He had to be messing with you. Did he not see the flag drop? You groaned and with a sigh that might've been more theatrical than necessary, you raised the flag, ready to signal the start again.

A throaty roar shattered the air. Then, with a suddenness that caught you off guard, Bakugo's car rolled forward slowly. His window slid down smoothly, revealing a pair of ruby eyes that raked down your body as he gave you a wink. Your face heated up. He looked so attractive. Bakugo passed you a piece of paper. "What's yer name?" he asked, voice husky.

You whispered it to him, as you leaned on his door, purposefully smushing your chest together to get a rise out of him. He, however, maintained eye contact and then plastered a cocky grin on his face. "Bakugo Katsuki. I'll be the one winnin' this race tonight."

You scoffed and pushed off of his car, leaving behind the scent of your vanilla perfume to haunt his senses. As if. He was already way too far behind.

His car shot forward, surging past the starting line as if the previous seconds hadn't even happened. The crowd roared, initial confusion quickly swallowed by the spectacle of the race.

You opened the paper to read it. Scrawled across the page in his messy handwriting was a single line and a string of numbers: "Winner deserves a prize, yea?"

You looked at the cameras. Bakugo raced like a man possessed. Every corner drift was a smooth display of aggression, every straightaway a blur of crimson fury. The other racers were no slouches, but they were simply outmatched by this carmine-eyed blonde.

She watched as Deku, ever the strategist, used the initial chaos to his advantage, weaving through the pack and closing the gap on Bakugo's tail. Todoroki followed closely behind, his car being pushed to the max already.

Sero, ever the underdog, wasn't giving up either. He was strategically sticking close to Todoroki, perhaps hoping to use his quirk – a giant spool of industrial tape – to his advantage later on.

The race unfolded like a high-octane ballet on asphalt. Headlights sliced through the night, engines screamed their defiance, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. You watched, heart pounding with the rhythm of the race, as Bakugo pushed his car to its limits, taking calculated risks through back alleys you knew well.

Deku, however, wasn't far behind. It seemed like he didn't know the route and desperately tried to keep behind Bakugo, in a lousy attempt to perhaps catch the finish line.

"Fucker doesn't know what he's doin." Bakugo snickered as he activated his nitro, a little something that he hoped would catch your attention.

As the finish line neared, your grip tightened on the checkered flag, a knot of anticipation twisting in your gut. You found yourself rooting for him, fingers crossed in hope. He had made quite the impression on you.

With a triumphant roar, Bakugo crossed the line, his car smoking slightly from the aggressive maneuvers. You waved your flag again, shouting into the microphone, "We have a winner, Katsuki Bakugo! Four minutes and 12 seconds!"

The other cars took a few moments to file in, Sero having come last seeing as Bakugo had braced his car to a wall, causing him to pull behind.

Mina and Jiro called you up to hand off the prize to tonights winner. They assured you that it would be fine.

"Bakugo might be an egocentric ass but he's not a misogynist." Jiro waved you goodbye as she ran up to Denki and pulled him in for a kiss.

Bakugo sauntered over. He towered over you, looking even more imposing after the adrenaline rush of the race. You couldn't help but admire his confidence, even if it bordered on arrogance. There was a huge crowd of people surrounding you, shouting Bakugo's name and asking for an autograph.

"Here ya go," Mina said, shoving a hefty duffel bag of cash into Bakugo's arms. "Winner's spoils."

"Thought I was promised more." he rasped, looking over to you. Jiro came back, handing you a two-tier coloumn trophy and she whipped out a camera.

You stood next to Bakugo as he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist. Tiptoeing, you placed a manicured hand under his chin and planted a sticky kiss on his cheek, your lipgloss smudgeing on his face and leaving a shiny print. The crowd went wild, many phone flashes going off as they took pictures and recorded videos.

Jiro probably took over a hundred photos, the last one was you and him gazing into each others eyes with smiles on your faces.

Suddenly, the blaring of sirens echoed through the streets.

Panic surged through you, a cold dread replacing the exhilaration of the race's finish. The sirens grew louder, drawing closer, and the celebratory shouts of the crowd died down, replaced by nervous murmurs.

Bakugo, momentarily stunned by your kiss, finally reacted to the sirens. He ripped his gaze from yours and scanned the street, his eyes narrowing.

"Stupid fuckin cops," he muttered, the words laced with annoyance.

Of course. You should have known illegal street racing wouldn't go unnoticed forever. Now, everyone – the racers, the spectators, even you – were in trouble.

Mina, ever resourceful, grabbed the microphone you'd been using. "Scatter!" she shouted, her voice amplified. "Everyone go, before they get here!"

The crowd erupted in a flurry of movement. People scrambled to disappear into the maze of back alleys that surrounded the makeshift racetrack. Racers jumped into their cars, tires squealing as they peeled away into the night.

You froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Bakugo, however, seemed to have a plan. He grabbed your arm, his grip surprisingly strong, and pulled you towards his car.

"Get in," he barked, putting you into the passenger seat, throwing the money and trophy at your feet. He hopped in and mashed the accelarator. Never had you ever been in a racers car before.

You peeked back through the rear window as you sped away. The police car was giving chase, but Bakugo knew these alleys better than they did and he was gonna show you just how fun speeding away from cops can be.

"Buckle up, princess."

All works are original and belong to @pretty-sparkle-bomb

[tootiecakes234]

Warning: NSFW

Character aged up

You ask Katsuki if you can paint his PP🤭:

“No! Get the hell away from me!” And he starts walking away from you.

“But Katsuki! I’d make it so pretty. I already have a vision in mind. I want to paint it into a microphone! Maybe sing a song into it.” You say following behind him, positive you aren’t helping your situation.

“Y/N if you don’t get away from me right now, we are breaking up. I’m packing my shit and leaving and you’ll never see me ever again! I meant it.” And he plops down on the couch with an exaggerated groan. “You’ve lost your entire fucking mind, smooth brain.”

You know you’re gonna have to grovel for this one. You try to slide yourself onto his lap, but he pushes you off and you bounce a little on the couch cushions.

“No, you’re not kissing and snuggling your way into this. I’m not letting you practice your goddamn painting skills on my dick. Where do you even come up with this shit?” He says now looking at you with wide, concerned eyes.

“Well I was scrolling on TikTok-“

“And there it goes. I’m not even surprised.”

You lean over and run your hands over the his wide chest and buff arms.

“‘Suki when you think about, a microphone is only two colors. Black and grey. It would only take me like 5 minutes.” And then you start pressing kisses to his neck. “Pretty please. I’ll even hop in the shower with you after and help you clean up.” There’s a sultry lilt to your voice. This is something you pull out all the weapons in your arsenal for.

“Y/N i go along with a lot of your dumbass ideas, but I’m drawing the line. No paint on my d-dick. Fuck, cut it out.” You had slipped your hands down his stomach and right under the shorts he had on.

“But it’ll be easier to paint if its hard Kat, don’t ya think?” You whisper up against his ear. You run your thumb over the top and smear the precum over his slit.

“Ugghhh. I hate you, you know that.” He groans really low.

“Mmmmhhh. Pretty please,” you say and stroke down to the base of his cock and then back up. “With a cherry on top.”

“You have 10 f-fucking minutes! And that paint better be safe for skin or I swear to god!” He shouts at you.

You’re up and off the couch before he can even finish that sentence and within a minute you’re back with the paint you already had prepared and brushes.

You get down on your knees, in between his legs, and place your supplies on the ground next you. For him to be so against it, he’s already pulled off his shirt and underwear. He’s accepted his fate.

“Okay, if any of the brushes are uncomfortable or the paints don’t feel good, let me know k?” You say looking up at him.

This man has his arms crossed over his chest and he’s glaring daggers into you.

“What the hell ever woman. Hurry up, your time’s tickin.”

So you pick up a big fluffy brush and dip it into the black paint before you start working on the base of his dick.

As soon as the brush touches against his skin Katsuki screams bloody murder. Its scared the hell out of you and you’re surprised at yourself that you don’t drop the damn brush and get paint everywhere.

When you look up at him to ask him what’s wrong the bastard has a smirk on his goddamn face his shoulder are shaking because he’s holding in his laughter.

“You should’ve seen yourself. Your entire body took a screenshot. I thought you might go into shock.” Now he’s outwardly laughing loud as fuck.

He thinks he’s such a comedian. Well too bad for him because we’re a freakin party clown.

While he’s still laughing you bend down and take the head of his cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue all over it.

His laugh is cut short and you look up to see him squeezing his eyes shut. You pull your head back up and give him a sweet smile.

“So now, how about you cut out the jokes and let me focus on my masterpiece.” And you hear him grumble back some kind of rude response but you take that as an understanding.

You breathe and try to gain your composure before you start back on the task in front of you. You again start at the base of his cock and then do long stokes upwards until you get right below the shroomed tip.

You’re about halfway through when you notice his cock twitching and leaking pre all over.

Oh my gosh he likes this. Or it at least feels good because damn. When you look up at him there’s a blush covering his face and his lips are tight like he’s trying to hold in sounds that might escape. His eyes though are trained on the brush in your hand as you work.

You were about to speak when he cut you off, “Don’t. Just hurry up and finish”

“Yes sir” you say slyly as your start working on the other side.

“Ok. Base is done. Now the tip, I know how sensitive you are so I’ll try to be gentle.” And now you’re the one with a smirk on your face. “Look I can’t paint correctly if there’s precum constantly leaking up here.”

“The fuck do you want me to do. I’m not making it leak out on purpose.” He rolls his eyes at, throws his head back and uses his arm to cover his face. Hes not quick enough to cover the blush that’s dusting his cheeks.

It’s so funny that he still get embarrassed in front of you. You take your thumb and lightly run it over the top to pick up as much pre as possible then you pop it in your mouth. Then you get to work.

You dab lightly around it and make sure to avoid the opening. You hear Katsuki’s breath become more ragged.

“Ok, I’m all done. Take a look.” He removes his arms and leans his head back up. You see that his eyes are blown but you try to ignore it for now. “Do you see the vision?”

“This is so dumb.” Is the only answer you get from him.

Next thing you know you’ve wrapped your hand around it and you start singing. “ANNNNDDDDD IIIIIIIII—eeeee-IIIIII will always love Y-“

You’re cut off because he’s gotten up grabbing you with him and now you’re thrown over his shoulder.

“I’m done with this. Not about to watch you sing Karaoke into my penis. You promised me a shower.”he says as he starts striding toward the bathroom.

“But I wasn’t done! I wanted to take pictures and maybe rap a verse or two. Kats wait dammit.”

“No. I was nice. I let you play and have your fun. Now it’s my turn to play around and have some fun.” You can hear the smug grin on his face.

You take this opportunity and slap his naked ass hard asf. You were right outside the bathroom door and the jerk sets you on your feet so quickly you feel like you’re gonna fall.

“You’re gonna pay for that brat.”

And oh do you pay for it.😭

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[bakucrs]

all eyes are on you singing in a band for the school festival, katsuki couldn’t be more jealous of anything else though.

bakugou x reader

!MDNI!

you feel it in your chest as you run out of breath, your hands are so tight around the microphone as if you wouldn’t ever let it go. cold sweat runs from your neck to your exposed back and to your chest, the more the sweat flows between your breasts, the shiver running down your spine gets more and more sensible.

your dress is so red, tight and tiny. the cleavage of the dress reveals your breasts, it’s a bold one. the wine red and the tightness of the dress make you seem as you’re not human at all, there is no doubt you’ve fallen straight from heaven.

devoted to the melody, you sing in a calming tone, your hair falls from your shoulders to your back as you move. you are completely seduced by the music. the melody, the blessed audience, everything around you makes you wet. burning wet.

you were born a musician, and you know it. music was the only thing which could seduce you, well, before you met that one guy.

he is sitting uncomfortably on his chair, with a frown even more deeper than his usual ones on his face. he is clenching his teeth and muscles, so tight that it is visible to anyone. he is breathing rapidly yet fiercely, his face is a little more lighter shade of red compared to your dress. his muscled arms look bigger, making it noticeable that he is clenching his fists.

he throws flerce glances around the guys in the hall, and keeps staring every one one of the guys meet his glance.

he wants to kill. to shed blood. to paint the whole hall red, with the blood of these extras.

he can’t even imagine another guy being able to see all this beauty you have, and that one dress is exposing it all.

he could feel the guys’ mouths get watered, god, he could even feel them getting boners by just looking at you. the world spins around the sight of you, he can feel the heat around his cheeks and eyes, he feels like he’s about to faint. everything is blurry, everything is so god damn wrong.

you shouldn’t have worn that dress. those guys shouldn’t have been here. you should have been moaning, no, screaming under him right now. his fists should’ve been in your mouth to shut you up, instead of lying clenched beside his torso.

you should’ve been dressed like this in front of him, not dozens of guys. the only thing to make him see red should’ve been the sight of you spreading your legs apart and touching yourself right in front of him, and once again, not this.

the melody slowly dies as you stop singing, and you raise your head to spot your boyfriend in the crowd. you were so anxious that you couldn’t even look at him, you were scared to mess it all up. as your eyes were searching the crowd for the spiky blonde hair and the fiercy red eyes, you felt a hand gripping your wrist and dragging you, so tight that it almost made you fall.

it wasn’t for a moment for you to pick up katsuki in the light, he wasn’t even looking at you. he was just dragging you along the hallway, his grip still tight on your wrist.

he made you run all the way to the parking lot, and once you were there, he pushed you against the wall in front of his mother’s car.

“what the fuck was that?” said he.

his voice was full of indignation, not towards you though. he never ever could be angry at you, he was aware of that.

he just couldn’t stand the idea of someone else seeing you like that, sweaty, pretty, and in a little dress. he wanted all of you to him, and him only. he wasn’t to restrict you in any way, and you already love him for that, yet sometimes he couldn’t help but get jealous in such situations.

you looked up at him worriedly, not knowing how to reply.

he snorted as he raised his arm to grip your face. it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t too soft. you could feel the indignation run through his veins as his sweaty hand holds your cheecks tight. he was looking at you straight in the eye as he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, absentmindedly making you open your mouth.

as you did so, he abruptly removed his hand to grip you on your belly, and a heartbeat later he had you in his arms. you heard the sound of the car starting as he opened the back door and pushed you hardly on the backseat.

only a moment later he let himself in too, and started kissing you roughly. his lips were so wet and his kisses were so full of seduction, and a couple of breathless seconds later he removed his lips from yours to rear back and get you in position.

you moved your glance from his face to his pants, only to see the bulge that has gotten bigger. god, you would do anything to have that dick inside of you. flashbacks of the nights he made you scream and cry out of pleasure jogged your mind and made you grip him on his t-shirt to get him even closer.

you unzipped his pants rapidly, as he pulled down your dress to reveal your tits fully. he was so, so high from the sight of you, just as you were from the sight of him.

you couldn’t wait to see his muscled body exposed in front of you, you pulled his shirt up and made him take it off in a hurry. after he was done, he bent his head down to lick your nipples.

your moan was so abrupt to come out that it even surprised you. he was drawing circles with his tongue, then kissing and biting it. your moans got louder and louder and a couple of heartbeats later, you couldn’t help but grip his hair and pull it out of pleasure.

precum was already dripping down his pants as he felt your hand in his hair, making him take his unzipped pants off to reveal his boxers and the huge bulge.

you were breathing heavily and could barely see around, but still pulled his boxers down to meet the sight of his huge and seducting dick. it was so hard yet so wet, and made you want to beg him to take it in you.

“katsuki?” you said breathlessly, looking him straight in the eye.

“hm?”

“will you fuck me ‘til i cry?” you said in a tone almost as crying.

it wasn’t a will, but a command for him. he pushed you roughly and made you lie fully on the backseat, as he slipped your dress down to reveal your panties.

he didn’t even take them off but just slided his middle finger across your already soaking wet lips through your panties.

you shuddered and held back a moan, wondering if he could tell you were wearing the panties he bought you a couple of days earlier.

"fuck , you're so wet already. your pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?" he whispered hotly. you merely nodded as a respond, not trusting your voice at all. he continued to stroke you rhythmically, each time inching his fingers a bit higher until he pressed his finger against your clit, making you shudder once again. no matter how often he touched you, the power he had over your body never stopped to surprise you.

a couple of seconds later he moved aside your panties and slid his finger between your wet folds, entering your slick heat. he pumped it in and out.. once… twice and one more time before adding a second finger. you slightly moved your hips in order to get more friction.

your entire body tingled. your clit needed attention, your taut nipples begged to be pinched and your mouth wanted to devour his, releasing your moans into him as he fucked you, whether it was with his hand or his perfect dick.

just the thought of his dick, throbbing and pulsating, in your hand, your mouth or your pussy made your clit throb almost painfully. you couldn’t help but move your hand, go straight for your clit and pinch it. this earned her a soft growl from bakugou, who increased the speed of his pumping fingers.

once he was sure you were wet enough, he pulled his fingers out and licked them to taste you on his tongue. he started to align his dick with the entrance to your pussy.

he guided his entire length into you with ease and you moaned loudly as he fills you. almost leisurely, he dips into you as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt around him. your insides quiver in response, and after a few long, slow movements, he grabs firmly at your hips and starts pounding you hard. the snap of his hips against your ass were sharp and severe. he pulls out of you almost the whole way before slamming back into you again, making you gasp from the intensity.

his right hand slipped from its stronghold and spread apart your cheeks so that he could see you wrapping around his length. you could hear his breath grow shorter at this, almost whining, and he slammed into you hard.

there was a pause, and a loud moan, and you knew he had reached his own high. he remained inside you for a few moments as he savoured you. utterly satisfied, he sweeps your hair to the side so that he can see your flushed cheeks.

“mind if i ask you not to wear that dress out, baby?”

“no, not at all.”

[dark-elf-writes]

Imagine Izuku, hurting and sore, being welcomed by their big siblings. By Hizashi and their husband Shouta (mortal? Demigod?) who make a room just for Izuku. By Snipe who takes what small amount of skill with weapons Izuku has to hone and hone until that slight advantage becomes stronger. Hawks who broke out of a facility designed to keep him docile and burned it to the ground with a smile and a pyro on one arm who then took down thr former number two hero with a snarl.

Izuku whose mind is to fast. Who sees to much abd saw the way Inko looked past. Saw her ignore the truth for her own comfort. (Katsuki and Izuku are best friends like her and Mitsuki. Izuku is just clumsy. Shes a good mom. She never cheated. Izuku is just a normal child. There is nothing special) Izuku who reaches out and the others reach back.

Izuku can’t lie.

They never have been able to. The words burn on their tongue and ache coming out, but the truth is dangerous and often not what adults want to hear so they learn to talk around it. To weave half truths that don’t hurt but still are what people want to know. They learn to talk about villains rather than monsters (and really isn’t a monster just a villain at the end of the day?) they learn to speak about chance rather than foresight (a hundred percent chance is still a chance in a technical sense) they learn to show internet rather than speak about the burning need for knowledge that could consume them if they let it (they are interested, of course, but interest is such a light thing compared to the need that screams through them.)

They can’t lie, but they can always tell when someone is lying.

Their mom is the worst liar, they think. She lies to Izuku, telling them she loves them and wouldn’t anything for them; she lies to others, telling them that the bruises and burns are just because Izuku is clumsy and an adventurous child; she lies to herself, telling sweet little lies about how Katsuki is Izuku’s friend and he will make a great hero one day while Izuku… well Izuku will find something better suited she’s sure.

She’s a liar.

Izuku wishes they could just hate her. Wishes that each lie didn’t ache as badly as the first one. Wishes so many things that never come true even with all of the flashes of the future they see.

At least, not until one of their flashes leads them to their siblings, the older children of Apollo that recognize Izuku just as easily as Izuku recognizes them.

There’s no lie in any of their words when they tell Izuku they want them to be safe. That they are Izuku’s family. That they care. No lies when Hizashi tells them they see the monsters too. No lies when Keigo says their glimpses of the future are cool. No lies when Snipe promises that they can be just as strong of a fighter as they are a scholar with a bit of practice. Not even a lie when Shouta (Hizashi’s husband and apparently a son of Hermes, which wouldn’t have been Izuku’s first guess but they are burning to know about their gifts and if the rumors go a lock sensing and disabling ability is true) tells them that they can stay with him and Hizashi for as long as they want.

Sitting in the living room with their siblings bickering back and forth while Hizashi heals them (that rumbling is so soothing. Like a cat’s. Didn’t they read something about purring being able to heal? Was this connected to Voice or their father. Were they both from their father ? Were quirks just godly gifts watered down through the years were—) Izuku can see what the future holds. Dozens of little flashes playing out in seconds.

Laughing into a karaoke microphone while Hizashi pulls some ridiculous dance move. Keigo scooping them up for a flight because “every child of Apollo should get to race the sun!” Steady hands cruising their own as they pull back a bowstring, letting their fingers roll off so the arrow thuds dead center of the target. A laughing man they can’t quite see against the sun lighting him from behind with calloused hands so warm it’s like pure sunlight cupping their cheek.

A hero costume in green and black with a little yellow lyre stitched in where most wouldn’t see. A sun that matched three other costumes that had them all clever hidden.

Izuku sees it all, hears no lies, and reaches out.

[eris-snow]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Tags: Proposal, gn!reader x bakugou, fluff

Have It All is a really good song that is all at the back of our minds but close to the garbage can of "I don't need to remember this." Makes a great proposal song if you ask me.

Something's wrong with Bakugou.

For one, he ditches his only free day in the month to disappear into thin air. He's gone for 5 hours straight, without a single text or call to notify you as if he was a literal ghost.

Next, after goodness knows how long, he simply forwards a simple image to you. Three words hover right beneath his message. "Meet me now."

An order.

A demand.

You blow out your breath in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" You huffed, shooting up from where you laid down on the couch.

The photo is one of your usual getaway: The sandy beach nearby his parents' house. It was where the both of you would go whenever things got too rough, a practice ever since high school started for the both of you.

You and Bakugou would splay a picnic blanket on the ground, eating fast food while star-gazing as you both fill each other in on the latest happenings that occurred.

Sometimes, you would walk along the shores of the beach, kicking water at Bakugou just to see how he reacts. When you first started dating, he'd hiss at you like a cat, yelling at you as he placed your head in a headlock.

Now, Bakugou simply smirks, cocking a cheeky eyebrow. "You asked for it." He grins.

Maybe it wasn't really romantic when he would chase you around for minutes, scream phrases like "COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT." with a completely straight face. But that was just how you and Bakugou were.

He was never like that to begin with.

As the wind combs through your untidy hair, you swiftly take a glance around the sparkling beach that holds so many memories to you. The sand weaves its way in between your toes the minute you step foot on the beach as you glance around in search of your partner.

"I swear to God Katsuki, the second I find you I'll-"

The minute your voice starts to rise, you hear the faint sound of a music track playing from across the beach. 

It was where It’s only then that you see your boyfriend, dressed in a full black suit standing in the distance where the track is playing.

“May you have auspiciousness and causes of success, may you have the confidence to always do your best…” Lyrics of a song you knew so well started to be sung beautifully. 

Yep. Your boyfriend had definitely gone insane.

Weary but curious, you wandered closer, his frame growing larger and larger until you could hear the music’s instrumentals blaring loudly in the background. “K-Katsuki…?” He grinned at you, microphone held up to his lips as his red eyes locked with yours. “And may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows,” You laugh, hands held up to your face, touched. Bakugou never did anything this corny for anyone. Not even you.

Yet here he was, singing one of your favourite songs whilst standing in a full dressed tux on a beach.

“And may the road less paved be the road that you follow," Oh, god, if this were a dream, don't let anyone wake you up. Bakugou's voice is raspy and perfect, hitting every note with ease as he tips the microphone to his lips.

"Well here's to the hearts that you're gonna break,

Here's to the lives that you're gonna change

Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you

I want you to have it

Here's to the good times we're gonna have

You don't need money, you got a free pass

Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you."

Bakugou pulls you closer, smirk never leaving his face as he utters a final sentence. "I want you to have it all."

"Katsuki..." You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief as he drops the microphone down on the sand. "What's all this...?"

Had you missed something? An anniversary, his birthday, a special occasion? There's no other reason for him to be doing such a thing. "Y/n," He finally speaks, and you wonder how he still looks so beautiful in the sunlight, dusk drawing near.

"You are the best, most amazing person on this god damn planet." You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as he grabs your arms. "Don't you shake your head, believe me. You're the best thing to ever happen to me and don't you fucking deny it."

He steadies his breath as the wind howls around you. "I want you by my side forever." Bakugou's voice is a whisper now as he drops down on one knee. Your breath hitches, mouth agape in awe because there's no way the Katsuki Bakugou-

"Y/n," He breathes, and tears flood your eyes because he just continues on. "I love all of you, with all of my fucking soul."

There's not an ounce of doubt in his voice, his eyes shining with hope and adoration and love as he looks up at you. "Will you marry me?"

You savour this feeling eyes brimming with pearls of water as the ocean roars beside you. He's waiting, the entire world's waiting, but time seems like a fickle thing as you gaze at the man that had captured your heart.

"Yes!" You shout, breathless, wiping your tears away.

"Of course, Katsuki, yes!"

He grins and shoots to his feet, racing to hug you and twirl you around in a circle. "I knew you'd say that,"

The both of you kiss, sweet and perfect. "You're my everything, Dumbass," Bakugou lips when you part.

"You deserve to have it all."

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Fic title: memories fade away, clouds of yesterday

When Izuku was born, he had a fluffy blue cloud on his arm outline in a copper colour. He possessed another mark of an engine surrounded by gold. His mother smiled at seeing the marks. A parental or mentor soulmate and a romantic one. Perfect for her son.

 When Izuku got older however the cloud twisted. At first it went grey and the toddler cried out in pain. Inko, his mother, cried out in shock. Grey meant dead. 

 Her baby’s parental soulmate was dead. It broke her heart. She sobbed, holding her child to her chest. Izuku didn’t understand, but he cried to. The grey cloud attracted attention from many, and sad looks were given to him and Inko. She tried to ignore it, raising her son as good as she could.

 It would be two months after the cloud changed she saw it changed once more. The cloud had morphed into a purple one, flecks of blue within. The cloud looked thinner in a way, much less fluffy. Inko wondered about it. Grey meant dead after all, and the change confused her after happening.

 “It’s possible that his parental soulmate was in a coma for a brief time.” A soulmate specialist said. “And their Quirk twisted into something new. It has been known to happen.” Inko felt relieved for that, and more or less put it out of her mind.

 Things got busy later on, when Izuku didn’t gain a Quirk. When he came home sobbing after little Katsuki had tried to use his explosions to burn the marks off of Izuku. Inko went to tell Mitsuki and Masaru who apologized. However it happened again. Katsuki seemed focused on the cloud mostly, and Inko wondered if it was because the boy wanted his own mentor. He didn’t have any parental marks, and the blonde tended to be very egotistical to Inko. Perhaps it was a little much to say about a toddler but he did seem to obsess over his own worth and how cool he was.

 Inko didn’t put up with it twice and refused to allow Katsuki around until he learned. Something he hated. “You’re MY AUNTIE!” He screamed when she refused to let him into her apartment, Izuku in the living room.

 “And Izuku is my son,” she replied. She closed the door and refused to let him in. 

 The next school day, Izuku came over covered in burns. Inko raised hell, and threatened to go to the media for the school to admit fault. She got it in writing.

 Then she went and told Mitsuki to get her son in line.

 “He’s just upset you abandoned him!” Mitsuki huffed.

 “I abandoned him because he decided to hurt my son.” Inko snarled. “Izuku is more important then your son to me. And he always will be.” 

 Katsuki heard it. Inko ended up taking her son to the hospital after Katsuki found him at the park. She called Mitsuki and said she would not speak with her or her family again.

 She meant it. Her boss had asked her to consider a promotion that would require her to move, and she’d been thinking of refusing as she thought Izuku was friends with Katsuki.

 After the park incident, she accepted the job and moved without acknowledging Mituski or Masaru’s attempts to reach out. She simply left and blocked them.

 A week into the move, Izuku came home with a little boy who had blue hair and engines in his legs. A young man was with the two, who also had engines though his were in his arms. 

 “Mom! This is my soulmate!” Izuku beamed. His romantic mark was obvious in his rolled up shirt sleeve, and the other boy showed his own mark on his arm. A notebook and a pen, which slightly confused Inko. At first. She would learn exactly why it resembled Izuku later. 

 Inko smiled at the two boys. “It’s lovely to meet you…”

 “Iida Tenya ma’am!” The boy said. The young man smiled at her.

 “I’m Iida Tensei. I have custody of my brother.” 

 “Midoriya Inko,” Inko bowed to the man. “How about you stay for dinner?” 

 “Of course!” Tensei laughed. 

-0-

  Kurogiri had two marks in silver and two in gold. The gold ones were a microphone and a red eye, and he didn’t often think of them.

Hey, Oboro! Wanna go out with me and Sho later?

 The ones in silver he did focus on. A dusty hand. Young Master Shigaraki. But then there was a notebook and a pen. Kurogiri didn’t know who they belonged to.

 Shigaraki often said it would be player two, his sibling, and Kurogiri agreed but who was it? 

-0-

 I ended up running out of steam. Basically I’d been reading though my old soulmate shorts, and then upon seeing this it came to mind.

Pariing: IiDeku, EraserCloudMic. 

Notes: mostly fluff

[empressofthesunwriter]

One Punch Girl! 03

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Chapter 3: Let’s get sporty, what a drag!

You sat relaxing at a table, chewing your favourite gum, while your classmates prepared for the Sports Festival.

Yes, the day was finally here.

What a drag!

You didn't want to participate at all.

Too much trouble.

Yes, you know, thanks you asked the girls in your class, how the Sports Festival was important for the future, but it's not like you wanted to be a Pro.

You were only in the U.A. as Principal Nezu's guard dog, why should you give you all to win?

All of your classmates wanted to be Pro-Heroes one day, any one of them deserved the first place.

Well, besides Mineta.

The little perv could fall over dead for all you cared.

You made a bubble and let it pop.

Sadly Principal Nezu order you to give your best at the Sports Festival.

He wanted to show your power to scare the villains like this.

So you had to win.

Troublesome!

For a short moment, it got interesting as sexy Shoto declared war on cute Izuku, but then Tenya came in and told you it was time to enter the arena.

Bored out of your mind you followed your classmates.

After you were joined by the other classes, the referee of the Sports Festival was revealed.

It was Midnight.

At least a sexy woman to look at!

All talked about what she was wearing if she was R-rated, and if it was okay to be a teacher.

"Quiet, everyone!", shouted Midnight, whipping her whip. "Representing the students is Bakugo Katsuki."

Okay, this would be surely interesting.

Calm Katsuki walked up the stage and declared how he would take first place.

The other classes called for his head, while your class screamed at him for dragging them with him in this hate.

You just quietly snorted.

Katsuki was fun.

You couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you won.

Of course, you would win this whole thing.

It wasn't even a question and you didn't think this because you were arrogant.

You were just on a whole other level than your classmates.

"Now, let's get started right away.", took Midnight, the microphone. "The first game is what you'd call a qualifier! Every year, many drink their tears here! Now, here is the fateful first game! This year, it's this! An obstacle course race. All 11 classes will participate in this race. The course will be the outer circumference of this stadium--about four kilometres! Our school's selling point is freedom! As long as you stay on the course, it doesn't matter what you do! Now, take your place, everyone!"

So you all walked up to the big red arena door with the three green lights.

Slowly one light after the other got out.

Till the last one and Midnight screamed start.

All ran into the tight tunnel, which caused a mass blockade.

For you, it was not a problem you just jumped over all, which earned you shocked gasps and landed safely outside.

Then you started to race, only a cloud people could see.

Fast you reached a group of big-ass robots and just punched one.

It was destroyed in a glorious rain of metal parts and you ran along.

Wow, still no one behind you.

All were so lame.

Or better you were so fast.

Soon you reached an area with holes, platforms and robes that connected them.

An elegant high jump and you were at the other side.

Still, no one of your classmates or schoolmates was in sight.

It was like you were taking a (dangerous) stroll alone.

Whatever.

Finally, you reached the final obstacle.

A minefield.

For you it was nothing.

You just run over it, even if mines explode under you, but you didn't lose your balance.

Finally, you enter the stadium under the loud cheers of the people.

"I-Incredibal! [First Name] [Last Name] from class 1A finished the obstacle course in two minutes! This has to be a new record!", shouted Present Mic in disbelief.

You just took a tissue out, blew your nose and sat down on the grass.

It would take a while till the others arrived.

So you made yourself comfy and fell asleep.

"Aizawa...are all your students that weird or did they take this up from you?!"

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After what seemed like hours the other winners arrived.

You felt bad when you saw cute Izuku, who made second, looking so devasted.

He had wanted to win.

Maybe you should console him later, somehow.

"The first game of the first-year stage is finally over.", declared Midnight on her stage. "Now, take a look at the results!"

The top four were You, Izuku, Shoto and Katsuki, in this lineup.

The first 42 people who enter the stadium would now participate in the second round.

"The real competition begins next! The press cavalry be all over it! Give it your all! Now then, here is the second game.", said Midnight, while the monitor behind her did his thing. "I already know what it is, but what could it be? What could it be? Cavalry battle! Let me explain. The participants can form teams of two to four people as they wish. It's basically the same as a regular cavalry battle, but the one thing that's different is based on the results of the last game, each person has been assigned a point value."

The point system was simply from the last place 5 till to the first which was Ten million!

All eyes zeroed in on you because if you managed to get your points it didn't matter if you were in last place in the first game, you could win!

A normal person would freak out seeing all these demonic looks their way.

However, you were not normal.

You just stared back with unsettling blank eyes.

You swore some pissed their pants, while others took a step back from you.

Yeah, that's what you thought.

Meanwhile, Midnight explained the rules for this part of the Sports Festival.

In the cavalry battle, each team wears headbands with the total points of its members.

The goal is to grab other teams' headbands within fifteen minutes.

Stolen headbands must be worn from the neck up.

Even if a headband is stolen or a team falls, they are not out.

During the game, using Quirks is allowed, but intentionally trying to make others fall is not allowed and will result in immediate removal with a red card.

Midnight ended her explanation with: "Now, you have fifteen minutes to build your teams. Start!"

And so they did.

You suddenly found yourself all alone.

Yeah, of course, no one wanted to be in the team with the target, your headband, and with the scary girl.

You huffed and looked around.

Oh, what do your eyes see?

If this is not the Indigo-haired boy with the nice ass!

From what you could see, he talked to random people and suddenly they were on his peck and call.

Oh...was this his Quirk?!

A plan formed in your mind and you walked grinning up to him.

"Hello, darling, what a nice Quirk do you have."

You swore he jumped 10 meters into the air before he pointed an angry finger at you.

"You!"

"Me!"

"You are the weird girl from the cafeteria!"

"And you are the weird guy who tried to brainwash me in the cafeteria, right?"

A let out an inelegant curse word.

Tzz, tzz.

"Listen...what's your name anyway?"

"Hitoshi Shinso."

You gave him your name and continued.

"You surely don't want people already know about your powerful Quirk, so I will say nothing if you let me in your team."

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Not really."

So you found yourself as one of the horses, while Shinso was the rider.

Of course, after the cavalry battle started, a lot of teams raced up to you.

You just punched the air and all were dragged back to the other side of the arena.

It goes like this for a little while, till the cavalry battle is over.

To no one's surprise, your team made first place, followed by Shoto, Katsuki and Izuku.

Finally came what you had logged in for.

Lunch-Break!

You eat to your heart's content, filling your bellies with tasty food.

The first half of the Sports Festival was done and you won first place in both games.

If Principal Nezu was not happy, he could kiss your ass.

[smuttysweets]

HSBJKWQDB HII YOU SEEM SUPER COOL AND I LOVE YOUR EVENT IDEAA

✧ — Character : Bakugou Katsuki — 🍭🍡🧋

( self insert bio: ⊱ Kaeda Aizawa. ⊱ Geo (she can manipulate rocks and metals ⊱ Kaeda goes by Kae, Hero name is Rockstar, Bakugou calls her chili pepper bc she loves spicy foods (Indian genes smh), she has green eyes, black hair, brown skin, loves to sing and is like mina and Kirishima's personalities into one - she's also Aizawa's adoptive daughter)

( request: Katsuki and Kae go to the Hero's Gala together in matching outfits and the tabloids are all over it 👀 )

( AHHHH this is so cuteee!! I love hero gala prompts and I LOVE writing for Bakugou. Your self insert seems so cool I might draw her when I get a chance!! )

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🍭🍡🧋 ꒱ Katsuki Bakugou x Kaeda Aizawa ! ꒱

꒱ fluff, self insert, character owned by: @queenpiranhadon , June Challange!

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⟢ Today is the day of the 2024 hero gala. Dynamite and Rockstar, or, Katsuki and Kaeda’s, relationship hasn’t been shown much to the public. Of course there are people with their ‘theories’. People talk about it all over the internet. But there was never a confirmed answer but the chemistry was there.

⟢ Kaeda hums as she perfectly and slowly finishing her makeup, not even noticing Bakugou, leaning on the door frame with his hands crossed. “You look good.” Kaeda slightly jumps from the sudden voice that cuts the silence like a knife. Kaeda turns around in her rolling chair. “Thanks Katssuki.” she looks him up and down a slight blush appearing on her face. “I always forget how good you look in formal wear!”

⟢ Katsuki, matching with Kaeda, is wearing a black tuxedo with a dark green collared shirt, close to the same color as his gauntlets. A black tie that Kaeda had to tie up for him. Kaeda is wearing a a dress right below the knees. It sparkles when reflected on light. Accessories including a necklace and bracelet matching her hero costume aesthetic.

⟢ Kae stands up and Katsuki walks toward her. “I want to kiss you so bad..” Katsuki says as he softly grabs her chin and raises her head up more. “If you want people to talk about your lips matching my lip tint be my guest!” He chuckles at this. He puts a soft pec on her lips. “I can wait until we’re alone.” Kaeda smiles softly. “Then lets get out of her so we can get this over with! I know you hate these yearly galas!”

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⟢ As soon as the limo carrying Kaeda and Katsuki pulls up paparazzi immediately pull out their cameras and microphones. The door that leads to the red carpet swings open. Katsuki steps out, grabbing Kaeda’s hand to help her get out carefully, some of their old classmates who are now pros following behind. “Dynamite! Rockstar! Is it true that you two have a relationship more than just being work partners?!” “Rockstar, you look amazing! Look at the camera!” “Dynamite and Rockstar having matching outfits?! Are you guys dating??”

⟢ Katsuki absolutely hates paparazzi’s. Majority of videos of him with big crowds of paparazzi is just him screaming at cameras and mics to back the fuck up. Kaeda doesn’t really mind. She’ll answer some questions from time to time and she is just naturally perfect for the camera. The light from the flashes bounces of her black hair so nicely. Its like her emerald eyes glimmer when giving any serious eye contact. She was just like that.

⟢ As they finally enter in the first person Kaeda looks for like every year is her father, Eraser Head. Or Aizawa. “You both look great.” He compliments. “Thanks old man.” Kaeda laughs. “Thanks dad!”

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⟢ Kae and Kats lay comfortably in bed together. Kaeda scrolling on random articles online. And Katsuki reading over recent reports. Kaeda scrolls down on something related to the hero gala: “Hero Gala 2024: Dynamite and Rockstar Matching outfits at the Hero Gala! Communities go Crazy!” Kaeda chuckles. “Kats,” he looks up. “Look at this!” He grabs the phone and you can see how his reaction fades into slight anger and embarrassment. “Get that ‘outta my face!” He pushes the phone to Kaeda’s chest as he grabs the pillow that used to support Kaeda’s head hitting her face. “Katsukii!!”

( a/n : i feel as if i could’ve done better with this but i’ve been going through a lot recently </3 )

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[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 91

The next day before class, Aizawa stopped by to tell us that a news channel wanted to have an interview with Katsuki and Shouto about what had happened yesterday.

And well, judging by the sight and screams coming from Katsuki, that interview wasn't going as planned.

However, it was done quite fast so we got ready to head out to U.A. and start class for the day. Everything was fine until the first break, when Kaminari and Sero watched the posted interview on the news website, both of them crying laughing at the fact that Katsuki only showed up on the corner of a camera change, and the interview was just Shouto.

"Even though they were there for an hour!" I didn't find it funny, but Kaminari's laugh and squeaky voice was funny, so I had to bite the tip of my tongue to hold in a chuckle.

I appreciated my head attached to my body.

And I could see Katsuki was pissed, whether it was about the teasing or the edited interview, I wasn't sure, but it was blantly obvious. Well, the Bakusquad was known for not being afraid of teasing the explosive blond, so I understood why they were comfortable with their comments.

Katsuki once, under a forced oath, made me swear I will never say a word about how much he actually liked having friends that would tease him back and not just do what he says in fear of his reactions.

I watched him shaking in anger as the KamiSero duo continued to laugh, and I walked closer to the spiky blond, dropping an arm around his shoulder, a small casual gesture that Sero didn't miss, but I just ignored his knowing stare.

"It's alright, Katsuki, who cares about the press anyway?" He looked up at me, kinda relieved at hearing my comment, but the duo just kept on teasing and made him angry again, so in the end my words didn't do much to help. I sighed and patted his shoulder, before heading over to my seat since break would be over soon and class would continue.

I sat on my desk, and I couldn't help but listen to what Izuku was watching on his phone. The incident at Deika City, something bigger than what occured at Kamino, with a lot more damage but less victims involved. It's been nine days since Deika.

Iida and Mineta approached Izuku to watch the news report with him, followed by Uraraka, "They view us differently thanks to the 'look at 'im' guy," yeah, I do remember seeing him in the news replay the day after Kyushu.

"It's all thanks to Endeavour." Mina said to Shouto and the door slid open right after so I sat on my chair. We watched as Midnight and Mt.Lady walked in and, like always, I remained respectful and stared at their faces as they talked and explained what the Hero training for today involved.

Turns out we had to practice dealing with the media. The bit I dreaded the most about being a hero.

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With everyone suited up and on the school P.E yard, a stage awaited us, along with fake cameras and Mt.Lady holding a microphone. I was really hoping those two cameras weren't real.

Well, Shouto was the first up on stage, and it was hilarious to say the least. "If I smile, they die?" This whole thing -doing interviews and press talks- actually scared me, and I had to put my hands on the pockets of my jacket to hide how much my hands were shaking, and it wasn't exactly because of the cold.

I knew this was just practice and we were playing pretend, but fuck, did it make my anxiety skyrocket to abnormally high levels.

Everyone that went after Shouto did pretty well, though that only made me a lot more anxious, and I could feel Katsuki's stare on me as I nervously nibbled on my lip. He inched closer to me and slowly slid his hand in my pocket, his fingers gracing my palm as he held my wrist, unable to do much because of his gauntlets. His silent reassurance made me a little more at ease, but soon it was his turn on stage.

"I won't blabber stupidities! Shut up and follow me!" I muffled a chuckle and looked at Katsuki with a grin. Of course he wasn't gonna put on a facade with the press and pretend to be someone he isn't.

And Shouto brought up their interview earlier today.

Well, he finished right after and I noticed Izuku stiffly walking up to the stairs and up on stage. He was stiff as hell, shaking and sweating profusely, his voice coming in small squeaks. I had never seen him so anxious before, it honestly brought a laugh out of me, which I muffled in the collar of my jacket.

Knowing someone was even more scared than I was brought me some relief. If Izuku could do it, so could I, right?

Well, his stiffness went away the moment Mt.Lady mentioned All Might and I could see in her expression how she was regretting opening that Pandora's box, listening to his unstoppable muttering. He ended up mentioning being able to do something new with his quirk, and we all knew what he meant.

Well, Katsuki and I had a better insight of it.

The expectation was high, the atmosphere tense, worried that he might go out of control again, but... He didn't. He barely even managed to release one measly tendril, and I had to close my eyes with contained laughter. He was beyond content with his progress and that made me happy for him.

"Okay, last one for today, (L/n)," Aizawa called out to me. For a moment, I tensed up, my breath catching in my throat. I let out a shaky sigh and made my way to the front of the class.

Going up the stairs felt like I was moving in slow motion, each step heavier than the last. I couldn’t quite figure out why I was so anxious—it was just hero training, and these were my friends... But anxiety doesn’t care about logic. It messes with your head, making everything feel more intense, more daunting, triggering that fight-or-flight response.

Mt.Lady smiled warmly as I stood in front of her, but all I could focus on was the nervous energy swirling in my chest. My fingers fidgeted restlessly, searching for something- anything, to anchor me amidst the sea of eyes staring in my direction.

"So, Paralyze-kun," she began, holding the mic up to me, her voice as bright as her smile. "We've seen you fight before, but everyone is curious about your quirk. Could you tell us about it?"

A simple question. Just answer it, I told myself. "S-sure, I..." The stutter slipped out before I could stop it, and a wave of self-doubt washed over me. I almost cringed but quickly took a deep breath, pinching my palm as I focused on the sensation. It helped, grounding me in the moment. "My quirk allows me to stop muscle activity of anyone I see, and transforms it into energy to help me fight."

I kept my gaze locked on her pink eyes, pretending it was just the two of us on the stage. That made it easier... just a bit.

Her smile widened, and there was a spark of genuine interest in her eyes. "Sounds like a strong quirk!"

For a brief second, I felt a flicker of pride, but it was quickly overshadowed by the familiar knot of insecurity tightening in my chest. I was damn sure my smile didn’t quite reach my eyes as I looked down at my hands, the skin on my palm reddening from the repeated pinches.

"I hope I can think so as well," I mumbled, my voice barely audible over the buzzing in my ears. The murmurs from my classmates felt distant, like I was underwater, but I noticed Mt.Lady shift slightly, catching the movement out of the corner of my eye.

"Hey," she said softly, lowering the mic for a moment. Her tone was different, turning gentler, more personal. I glanced up at her, curiosity mixing with my anxiety. "I'm sure you will," she added, her voice steady and sincere. For a moment, her eyes seemed to reflect an understanding that made me wonder if she had ever felt insecure about her own quirk.

The thought eased some of the tension in my shoulders, and I lifted my head to meet her gaze fully.

"Would you tell us some of your special moves?" she asked, the mic back in front of me.

I nodded, the corner of my mouth twitching upward in a small, genuine smile. "Of course, I have a rather recent move which is an energy beam released after I've enhanced my vocal cords. I called it 'Dead Silence'," I watched as her expression shifted, she winced slightly, clearly reacting to the description.

"Doesn't that hurt your vocal cords, though?" she asked, her concern evident. I couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding a few times.

"Yeah, it does, but... It's a move that saved me, two friends, and a little girl's life, so I want to use it whenever I can," I said, my voice firmer now. The memory of that day flashed in my mind, and I noticed how Mt.Lady’s eyes shone with something akin to admiration. The whole atmosphere seemed to change, my classmates reacting to my words with -what I kinda hoped was- newfound respect or understanding.

"This is our last question; why do you want to become a hero?" she asked, her voice back to its more professional tone, but still warm.

If I had been asked this before meeting Katsuki, I wouldn’t have been able to answer. But now... Now, I had one clear goal in mind.

"To... save the people who can’t save themselves and give them a chance at a better life," I answered, the conviction in my voice surprising even me.

Mt.Lady held my gaze for a moment, and then she smiled, a genuine, proud smile that made something inside me feel lighter. The kind of smile that made me believe that, just maybe, I was on the right path.

"Well, that's it for today. Mt.Lady, anything else you wanna say?" Aizawa spoke and I turned around to head back to the ground, standing in between Katsuki and Izuku.

"The most important thing to keep in mind is... Be confident." She began while crossing her arms, her stance showing pride and confidence, "Confidence is key when presenting yourself as a Hero, whether it'd be in front of the media or in the field. However, remember that confidence should never across over into arrogance," Katsuki grunted under his breath when our classmates glanced at him briefly, "Stay grounded, be aware of your strengths, but also acknowledge your weaknesses."

She continued, briefly explaining us various things, like 'knowing our story' and 'staying calm under pressure', before moving over to more direct and personal advice for all of us. Everyone who were told they could improve nodded eagerly at her advice, determined to get better at something as random as talking to the media.

"Deku," he flinched and stood stiffly again, trembling under Mt.Lady's stare, "You're incredibly knowledgeable and passionate about heroes, which is fantastic, but try not to overthink your responses," Izuku nodded at the advice, and Mt.Lady added something about his habit of muttering and going on tangents, and added he should try to keep his answers short and precise, "Practice on that."

Now, Katsuki was under her pink stare.

"Bakugou, you're strong and driven, but your aggressive tone might come off the wrong way to the public, it's important to channel that passion in a way that constructive rather than confrontational," as if completely ignoring her advice, he scoffed and looked away with a scowl, "Work on softening your approach when it comes to speaking to the media, you can be aggressive and confrontational when you're fighting villains."

That got him to show a small grin.

"Paralyze," hearing my name being called made me snap my head forward since I was too busy staring at Katsuki, "You have a strong quirk and a strong sense of purpose, which is incredible, I can see that you're passionate about helping others, but don't let self-doubt hold you back," I nodded at her, bitting my bottom lip as I took in every word she spoke, "Work on bulding your confidence, specially with public speaking, but remember, the more you believe in yourself, the more others will too."

She smiled and clapped her hands, proceeding to hop down the stairs.

"Well, that's all I have to teach you for today, kids!" She exclaimed as she stopped next to Aizawa and Midnight, "Hope you learned something useful today."

///////

It's several days later, and I honestly didn't feel like getting up from bed at all. However, the class had different plans, as they had already announced a Christmas dinner the day before.

As someone who isn't big fan of holidays -neither does my family- I found it quite bothersome. This wasn't about not wanting to spend time with friends or family, it was just the fact that I didn't need to celebrate a holiday to do it.

And of course, Katsuki had to drag me downstairs the moment he realized I wasn't coming down on my own. Mina was on us as soon as we came in around the corner, holding two Santa jackets, one for each. I didn't wanna seem like an asshole, so I grabbed the red one and put it on while Katsuki absolutely refused to wear it, although Kaminari ended up putting a Santa hat on him.

Everyone was talking about the hero internships that were coming back, and I remembered going over to Nighteye's office -now under Centipeder- and asking them about it. I had tried calling but they weren't picking up so I had to go over. Unfortunately, they were packed with paperwork all by themselves, so they were unable to take both Izuku and me again, so I ended up asking Shouto if he could tell Endeavour that I would be coming over for my internship.

Shouto seemed kinda happy about it, though it was hard to notice any kind of change in his usual stoic expression.

"Bakugou, you'll be going with Jeanist, right?" Wait, why was this the first time I heard about Katsuki doing his first internship under Best Jeanist?

He had asked for me as well... What would've happened if I had gone with him instead of Nighteye? Interesting.

I got distracted by Katsuki's face, he was staring at the ground with an empty expression, "I haven't decided yet," he replied after a few seconds of silence, reaching his hand up to his hair and dragging the hat off.

He began walking off, and Mina sneaked up behind, trying to get him to wear a jacket. He turned around with his honed senses and yelled at her to get away.

"What about you, (M/n)? Midoriya told us about Centipeder," I looked at Eijiro as he looked at me with a smile, Shouto standing to his left and Izuku sitting on the couch on his right. 

"I'm going with Endeavour," Izuku stared at me, as if he just remembered something.

"Right, Endeavour asked you to be his intern, I forgot about that."

Our small chat was interrupted with Aizawa coming in through the front door, Eri coming in with her with a Santa dress, "Trick or... Treat?" She hesitated as she turned to look at Aizawa.

I smiled as I watched her, still learning and getting used to having a normal childhood.

"That's another holiday."

//////

With our new two guests, we had dinner and chatted for a while. The night was full of delicious food, laughter and music until we got to the gift exchange. Since we were gonna be picking gifts at random, buying something that would be general was difficult, but I managed.

Something that everyone in the world enjoyed -or the vast majority-, was listening to music or maybe podcasts, so high-tech and durable headphones were my option for a gift. Whether I purposefully picked one that was black and orange, was only my concern.

Sero tapped all the gifts, and they were all put in a pile, each of us picking one of the tape trails and pulling on them, unwrapping our gifts with excitement.

I got an All Might themed notebook, which surprisingly was not a gift from Izuku since he told me he bought an All Might keychain, which Uraraka ended up getting.

I honestly liked it, despite having a lot of notebooks for my (writings/drawings), there was no such thing as 'too many notebooks' in my dictionary.

"Oh, you got my gift, (M/n)," looking over my shoulder, I saw Shouto staring down at me as I was sitting on the couch.

"Well, I'm glad I did, kinda needed one," I smiled at him and he sat on the armrest of the couch, "What did you get?"

"A Crimson Riot phone case," he pulled his phone out and showed it to me. Not gonna lie, that looked cool as fuck.

"Is this your gift, Bakugou?" I heard Kaminari ask, so I looked over, seeing in his hands the headphones I bought. He definitely noticed the colours and small 'x' plastered under the name of the brand.

"Shitty hair got my gift," glancing the way he pointed, I saw Eijiro wearing boxing gloves with an explosion design on them.

He looked down at the headphones with confusion on his face, so I raised my hand for a second, "That's my gift, Pikachu," he looked at me, something akin to surprised plastered on his face.

"Really? I've been saving my allowance to be able to buy one of these," well, it made me happy to know he liked my gift despite how we picked them at random.

"Well, I'm happy you like them," he smiled at me and tried them on while slightly bouncing on his spot.

I sighed and stood up, taking my jacket off as I was getting kinda warm with it on and walked over to the tables to drop it off, but I caught sight of Katsuki, with his arms crossed and discreetly rubbing his arms with his hands.

I walked up to him and gently dropped the jacket around his shoulder without a word, gently shuffling his spiky hair.

"Love you," I mouthed at him and went back to the couches, picking up the empty plates off the coffee table to bring them over to kitchen. Soon enough, the rest started cleaning up as well, getting the decors off the wall or swiping the floors.

There was a comfy silence between us, only the subtle sound of music playing in the background.

"Midoriya, Bakugou," Shouto's voice caught my attention as I was cleaning the tables and I looked up at him, "If you don't anywhere to go, do you want to come over with the number one? Be Endeavour's interns."

After the partial shock, Izuku asked Shouto if it really was okay, to which he said 'yes, he will do it if I ask him to', and Katsuki scoffed, "At least I'll be able to learn something from that old man."

With that being said, we all went back to what we were doing, then heading to bed as soon as we were done with the clean up of the common area.

Back in my room, I spotted the gift I bought specifically for Katsuki. It was kinda dumb, but I saw it, I imagined Katsuki with it and it was too cute not to buy, so I did. It was a Stitch onesie. It was that one or a Toothless onesie, so I did an eenie meanie to pick, otherwise, I would have ended up buying both.

I grabbed the bag it was still in and walked out of my room, the lights were off and there wasn't a single sound. Everyone must have been really tired to have fallen asleep pretty much immediately after lying in bed.

I walked the few steps from my room to Katsuki's and knocked on the door, "Can I come in?"

The door opened without an answer and Katsuki went back to his desk.

"You don't need to ask, just come in," he was doing something on his laptop, which only lasted a few more seconds before he turned it off and closed, "Why are you...?"

I extended my arm out to him, holding the bag in front of him. He stared at it before looking up at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"Merry Christmas, it's your present," he looked at me as if he couldn't believe I bought something for him specifically, but his lips soon pulled up into a smirk, and he snickered, reaching down to the side of his desk. He pulled up a plastic bag and turned to me.

"Merry Christmas to you too, idiot," we laughed and exchanged gifts. I sat on his bed, and opened the bag, taking out the black thing inside. It was a soft material, felt cozy as shit, so it was clothing. I took it out and held it in front of me.

It was a hoodie version of his skull shirt. And I loved it.

"Thank you, Kat-," I couldn't finish my words.

Standing there before me, was Katsuki, wearing the Stitch onesie, the hood almost fully covering his face. He looked so fucking cute!

I covered my face in the hoodie and held in a squeal, "So? How is it?" Peeking at him, I saw him doing funny poses as if he was a model, I laughed as I watched him, and his smile grew.

"I take it you liked it?"

"Are you kidding? I've been wanting one of these onesies since I was a little brat," he replied with a giggle, playing with the ears on the hood, "What about you? You like my gift?"

I looked down at the hoodie and I hurried to put it on. It fit me perfectly and I realized I was right, it's so damn cozy, "Yep, now we can have matching outfits, love."

That night, I was unable to stop looking at Katsuki's smile.

//////

New Year went by uneventful, like any other year. I went back home for the day accompanied by the Pro-Hero, Shishido, and the car ride was quite chill despite him being a lion, or well, having a lion quirk. I expected him to be more intense.

While I didn't get to be with Katsuki, I was able to have some bonding time with the little monsters, we played a lot of videogames, talked about how school was and anything fun that might have happened.

"Oh, (M/n)," I looked up at my mom as she walked in from the yard, "U.A. notified us the internships were back, do you know where you're going? Because I know some heroes who could take you..."

I chuckled at her comment, remembering both her and my dad met because they both worked creating support items for heroes, and they still do. "It's okay, I'll be going over to Endeavour with my friends."

The twins paused the game and turned to me at the sound of the number one hero.

"Endeavour?! For real?!" I smiled and nodded at their excited smiles, "Can you get us an autograph?"

Their twin telepathy sometimes scared me, "I will try, do you have anything you want signed by him?" They nodded and stood up, running to their room, "Since when are they fans of Endeavour? I thought they were scared of him."

Mom chuckled and nodded, "They still are, but it's more of a... 'He's so cool and strong', kinda scary." Yeah, I understood where they were coming from.

"My exact thoughts when I met him, mom."

[sweetnsour1]

6:05

Fluff, Bakugou x female reader

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series and the Cute as hell collection

"My question is for Dynamight. Umm are you-are you single?"

"Ohhhh, what an excellent question." The moderator cooed. You tried to not glare at her, but fuck...this was the same reporter that was always trying to squeeze up against Dynamight during interviews. Did they have to choose her for this fucking thing? She'd already basically thrown herself at him back stage.

"It's not. How would I have time for anything other than savin' you idiots?"

You heard a soft voice on the other side of him. Probably Deku telling him to be nicer.

"Oh my, well that doesn't sound like a taken man to me. And that is actually a fantastic segue to our first question for all of our heroes. 'What is your type?' Let's just go down the line, shall we?" She headed over to the other end of the platform.

"Umm...my type of what?" There was some mumbling off the microphones.

"Oh, I see. Umm, I suppose someone who is kind and likes cold soba and is...not afraid of fire?"

"Uh huh. Well, that is so you. Next! Although I'm sure we alllll know what the answers will be for these next two."

"Oh, well my type would have to be someone who works hard at everything they do and never gives up no matter what."

"So sweet. And you, Deku?"

"Well, my type is Uravity?" The audience laughed.

"Fair enough, you two are the only couple on our panel today."

"Now how about you, handsome?" Ughhh, did her voice have to throb like that?

"That's the best question you could come up with?? Embarrassing."

"But we're dying to know...aren't we, everyone?" The loudest shouts sounded from the splashes of orange in the crowd. He huffed before speaking into his mic.

"My type will be the fucking best because she's with the fucking best."

"I'm sure you could be more specific, Dynamight. Don't you think so?" The crowd roared. He crossed his arms and glared at them, but the screams only got louder. His fans really did love him just the way he was. You giggled and he shifted his gaze to you for a moment before glaring at the audience again.

"Fuckin' hell, you extras...she talks shit, kicks my ass when she can, and she's cute as hell. Happy?"

"Oh? Maybe you'll find her here tonight." She winked at him and you tried to remind yourself that you were a hero not a villain.

"Now, last we have-"

Fuck it. You yanked your mask down, grabbed Dynamight by the ridiculously low v-neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded instantly, working his gloved hand through your hair. He groaned and pushed his tongue into your mouth. The crowd lost it. You pushed him back just as quickly as you'd grabbed him and settled back into your seat. The moderator was blushing and finally seemed to have learned how to leave Dynamight alone. You gave the crowd a chance to quiet down. You pulled your mask up and your mic closer before speaking into it as sweetly as you could.

"I think it's time for a new question."

The moderator nodded and seemed happy enough to turn her attention back to Shoto. Katsuki covered your mic and leaned over to growl in your ear.

"Remind me. Whose idea was it to not go public?" You placed a hand on his forehead and nudged him away.

"Oh shut up, 'handsome'. She pissed me off." You crossed your arms and looked out at the crowd.

He chuckled and you felt your seat sliding towards him. He released the chair leg when you were close enough for him to drape an arm around your shoulders. You felt his breath on your skin.

"Cute as hell." He kissed your neck and left you melting beneath your mask as he turned to answer the next question.

Masterlist

Interview Panel Mini-Series

[elithe31st]

stomp your feet and clap your hands~

bakugo x male!singer reader

req: me

desc: this is a songfic!! you and your crew do shows in a local amphitheater, and this song is the grand finale. bakugo goes and watches because he has a crush on you and he said he'd be there sooo hehe

key: 'text' = singing , 'text' = speaking

the lights turned on slowly, them going every-which way as you prepared for the final song. the curtains opened up and revealed you in a full suit, but on the tops of the shoes and on the shoulders were small little spikes that complimented your outfit perfectly. as you were revealed, you could hear mostly girls squealing and screaming at the sight of you. 'MARRY ME (SINGER NAME)!' one shouted. you picked up the microphone and laughed in it softly, the music beginning.

'if i~ retreat~...words, wars and symphonies! make room, were takin' over here..' as you sung you swayed from side to side, having practiced before the show just incase.

'you're the galantine. cold and alone-' your voice changed from serious to a bit goofy. '-it suits you well!-' your voice went back to normal and now instead of swaying, you held out your arm and held a thumbs up, going back to singing. 'won't find me perching here again..' you heard multiple people singing along as you scanned the crowd.

there he was. bakugo katsuki, the meanest guy in 1-A. you didn't actually know him from u.a., since you don't go there and you go to shiketsu. you were scouted by best jeanest and met him there. you two quickly got along. you stared at him and he stared back, a smug smile on his face. you laughed into the mic and turned away from him, the microphone cord pooling in a circle around your feet.

'may your~ feet~ serve you well!..and the rest be sent to hell. where they always have belonged..cold hearts brew colder songs!~ fate will play us out, with a song of pure romance..stomp your feet and clap your haaaaands!~' you swiftly put the microphone back on the stage, spread your legs and clapped along with the music twice down, and twice up, your legs going backwards with every clap. the lights turned off before the chorus. once they turned back on again, your suit was doused in fake blood, your face was too. katsuki stared in awe at you, his face lighting up.

'LET'S KILL TONIGHT! kill tonight!~ show them all you're not the ordinary type~' you swung around the stage, fake blood flying every which way as it trickled down your forehead. you winked at bakugo who's whole face turned red once you did it. the crowd went wild because they all thought you were winking at them.

'lets kill tonight! kill tonight~ show them all you're not the ordinary type...lets kill tonight!' as the music played for a number of seconds, the smoke machines finally kicked in and you took a breath. smiling and waving out to the crowd.

'may your feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to hell. where they always have belonged. cold hearts brew colder songs! fate will play us out~, with a song of pure romance! stomp your feet and clap your hands~!'

you danced along to the music, the cord of the microphone twisted around your legs. you looked back at katsuki, and saw that he was holding something and that people were talking to him. you looked away quickly, seeing he was with friends of his. the music began again. you prepared for the dance you would have to do at the end.

'lets kill tonight! kill tonight!.. show them all you're not the ordinary type~' more fake blood was poured on you this time. it slid off the stage and it stained your perfectly white dollar-cheap halloween costume suit you had gotten for this.

'lets kill tonight! kill tonight. show them all you're not the ordinary type~ lets kill tonight!~ kill tonight! show them all you're not the ordinary type! lets kill tonight! kill tonight. show them all you're not the ordinary type!..lets kill tonight!'

you put the microphone back on its stand. once the clapping began, you did the same thing. legs wide open, 2 claps on the bottom, 2 claps on the top with your legs going in a running motion each clap. some of them were on the left, and some of them were on the right. this continued for quite some time, and you heard others clapping with you. as soon as the music stopped, the lights turned off and the smoke machines turned off as well. you heard multiple cheers and waved them off, before going to the back and wiping everything off your face. then, you saw katsuki running towards you.

'bakugo! im so glad you made it!' you smiled at him, the blood-stained rag in your hands.

'um, h-hi dumbass..you did, good up there..' he looked away from you and was visibly blushing, which you chuckled at.

'just good!? haha! just teasin'. but who're those for?' you pointed to the roses in his hand, but they were seemingly fake.

'OH, UH, THESE!?' he hid the flowers behind his back. 'th- they're for no one!' katsuki scowled before looking behind him. you saw a girl with pink skin and a boy with red hair yelling at him, and he yelled back.

'uhm, actually...these are- for you..' he handed you the 3 flowers. his head was turned away from you. you laughed and took the flowers, and put one in the pocket of your red-covered suit. fake blood was still dripping down your forehead, and katsuki blushed at it.

'haha, i would hug you but, uhm..' you laughed, so did katsuki.

'hey, ive....i- SHIT WHAT THE HELL WAS IT!?' he huffed. 'i wanted you to know that, i-i like you, and not just.. as a friend.' katsuki said that and began to storm off, but you stopped him.

'what did you say?'

'DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF DUMBASS!'

you laughed. 'haha!, i won't.' and then you kissed him. you pulled back after a number of seconds and he was just standing there, wide-eyed.

suddenly, 4 people burst out of the bush beside you guys and shook bakugo around. you stood there awkwardly as the guy with red hair introduced himself.

'yo! im kirishima, bakubro's best! friend and im excited to meet his boyfriend!' kirishima held out a hand for you to shake, but he was interrupted by 2 voices talking to you at the same time.

'I WANNA MEET HIM FIRST!'

'DENKI, WE ALREADY SAID KIRISHIMA, ME!! SERO AND THEN YOU!'

'WHY AM I LAST!?'

suddenly bakugo woke up from his 'trance' and looked at you, and then the four, and back to you. he took your hand forcefully, fake blood getting all over the both of you. you and bakugo raced to his house before the 4 could catch up, and there you took a warm shower and then slept over at katsukis.

you were getting under the covers, ready to cuddle bakugo. he finally got in bed and you squeezed his hands, the warmth flooding into you.

'i love you, katsuki.' you kissed his cheek and closed your eyes, soon falling asleep.

'...i love you too, prick.'

[hoe-doroki]

I can just imagine Y/N in bed and Bakugou coming to bed but catching Y/N masturbating, taking the toy they are using and putting it aside, suprisingly pounding the shit out of Y/N straight away until he stops when they are just on the edge, choking them and then making them beg as their legs tremble from the desire. (pure edging kink, degrading kink too! Feel free to add more, sorry if this is too specific)

Fuckkkk, nonnie, I read this and immediately went over to @some-kindofgnome, screaming I’M WET. Jesus. Thank you for making it specific. This is perfect.

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, choking, edge play, toy play, degradation (use of “slut” and “whore”), light auditory exhibitionism(?), begging, a dash of overstim

wc: 2.2k

pairing: bakugou x reader

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

“Fuck,” you moan, lifting your hips off your bed as you ride your magic wand in the air. One hand is pinching your nipple, one hand white knuckled around the toy sending the vibrations of Satan’s rumbly laugh flat on your clit.

There’s no hiding this toy. It isn’t one of those coy vibrators disguised as a tube of lipstick or some kind of modern art; it’s over a foot long and looks like the microphone for a band of merry giants. Katsuki knows all about your toy—well, multiple toys—but you never bring it out unless you know he was going to be out of the house for a while. There’s still a small part of you that’s embarrassed.

Your work schedules have been out of sync for days and you’ve barely been able to steal a snuggle from him all week, much less a good lay. You’re amped up, and the vibrator teasing the breadth of your pussy has your thighs quaking.

“Oh, fuck, Katsuki,” you whine, your inner thighs clenching like they’re squeezing his head instead of the open air above your toy.

You don’t even hear the door open.

Katsuki can hear you from the fucking hallway. It takes a second for him to place the dull electronic thrum coming from your apartment. Not the blender or the coffee grinder…No, there’s no appliance in the apartment that should make a noise quite like that.

Then he hears a full-throated shout of his name and the pieces fall into place, stiffening his dick immediately. He’d gotten more of a workout during his shift than anticipated, chasing some half-bit villain, so he cut his workout short today and is back a good hour earlier than he told you to expect.

Katsuki slides his key in the lock as quietly as he can, his moves measured as he falls easily into his stealth training. He opens the door and holds the latch down as he closes it, slips his shoes off, and places his bag by the door, just for now. He pulls off his shirt and throws it to the ground as he walks over to the bedroom, a smirk already rising on his face.

He kicks the door open, slouching against the doorframe as you scream, your body tensing as your eyes shoot to his. It’s all he can do not to laugh as you fling the toy across the bed, as far as its cord will let you. It stays connected, though, its even thundering the only noise in the room.

You fumble to turn of the device—the noise must be screaming in your ears, it’s so fucking loud. Katsuki’s eyes pass over you, from the sheen of sweat on your collarbone, to your slack jaw, still panting with the rise and fall of your heaving chest. You look half fucked out.

“Hey, slut,” Katsuki says, his voice casual and almost cheerful, as though his erection isn’t already straining against his pants, begging to be let out. “Didja know I could hear you from outside?”

Your eyes widen as the embarrassment floods you.

“No.” Your voice is meek as you sit up, looking at him. Of course you hadn’t known. Your shame doesn’t stop your eyes from passing over his bare chest, taking in his muscles, flexed from the recent workout, and then down to where his boner strains against his sweatpants.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You!” you reply quickly, pushing yourself up to walk over to him. Katsuki puts a hand out and you shrink back, remaining kneeling on the bed. He can see the wet spot on the comforter from where your slick dripped own your ass and pooled there. Was your plan to rush through some laundry before he got home or were you just going to leave it there and think he wouldn’t notice?

“I know that, sweetness,” Katsuki says. “All the neighbors do too. Now what were you thinking about?”

He sees the difference in the question appearing on your face as your eyes break away from his, looking to the wood floor for just a moment before glancing back up. “I was thinking about you eating me out.”

Katsuki takes of his pants and boxers in one go, unceremoniously stepping out of them as he walks to the foot of the bed. You sit down on your hip, your legs kicking in front of you a bit as you rotate, following him, your eyes flickering from his face to his dick. Katsuki grabs both your ankles and pulls them to him. He drags them down the side of the bed until your ass is right on the edge, and then his hands spread your thighs wide to him. Your eyes are shining with hope and anticipation.

You’re soaked. There are threads of arousal pulled between your thighs and your pussy is already creamy from top to bottom. He leans down, the smell of you hitting his nose, and then he leans up your body until his mouth is on your ear and he whispers, “Now, why the fuck would I do that?”

A gasp yanks out of you as Katsuki takes a callused thumb and presses it harshly from just below your clit to just above it.

“Did you even feel that? Your pussy all numbed out from all those vibrations? Why would I lick your slutty fucking pussy just for my jaw to ache and you to feel nothing now that you’ve rammed that fucking toy against you for who knows how long?”

On the word rammed Katsuki pressed his thumb harshly against your clit, working it until he was done talking and then pulling away, leaving you breathing heavily.

“I feel it, Katsuki, I promise, I feel it,” you babble, looking at him desperately.

“Oh, you’ll feel it,” Katsuki says, grabbing both your knees, the slick from his thumb wiping carelessly along your kneecap. He pulls you to his hips and then drops one leg, grabbing his cock and running it through your copious wetness. “You’ll fucking feel it.”

He plunges into you in one go, your ass slapping against his thighs wetly. Fuck, he’s never felt you this wet without lube, and it’s glorious. You’re sucking him in, beckoning him forward. He pulls most of the way out and bottoms out back into you, feeling zero resistance.

You cry out both times. You’re so tight inside. Like all that rolling around you’d been doing with your vibrator, cunt squeezing around nothing, had tensed your pussy, making you hug around his cock more than ever.

“Have you cum yet, slut?”

“No!” you cry out as he hammers into you, quickly setting a brutal pace.

He has both hands on your thighs again, and is doing both the work of pulling you to him with his arms and thrusting his hips into you. There really was no need to go to the gym today. Not when you’re so pliable under his touch. You’re helpless on the bed as he stands over you, your arms useless overhead. God, he wants to see you cuffed to the headboard or maybe even suspended from the air as he has his way with you.

“Are you close?” he asks, giving another rough swipe to your clit.

When he’d come in the room, you’d appeared to be right on the edge. Eyes wet, muscles tense. He knows if he puts a hand to your cheek right now it’ll be hot, nearly as hot as your molten pussy. It won’t take you long to get back up to that point as he pounds you relentlessly.

“Yes,” you whine, arching your back as he pulls his thumb up above your clit, leaving the little bundle of nerves exposed and standing tall and pulsing to him.

Suddenly, he stops thrusting, shaft fully inside you. He pulls his hands off and falls forward over you, forearms framing your shoulders as both hands go to your neck. He keeps his hold loose, but his thumbs are pressing in just above your collarbone, on either side of your esophagus.

“Why should I let you cum, whore?” he growls. “You were getting all ready to do it without me—why should I help you out?”

“I was just doing it because you weren’t here,” you wheeze, Katsuki’s hold on your throat tightens just a little. “I missed you.”

Katsuki rocks one single stroke of his cock out and back in and the thinnest whine squeezes out your throat.

“I didn’t hear you asking me for anything these past few days,” he taunts. “How was I supposed to know how desperate you were for my cock, huh?”

“I…always want you,” you pant.

“I want you too, baby,” he says, brows twisted in false sympathy. “And I wanna let you cum. I wanna feel you cream on my cock. But I’m gonna need you to beg me for it.”

“Please, Katsuki,” you say immediately. He grins—he has you right where he wants you. Sloppy and desperate, willing to bend however he wants you to. “Please, I just want your cock. I just wanna cum around your big, hard cock, please!”

“Oh?” Katsuki asks, cocking his head to the side as he takes one hand off your throat, compensating by squeezing even harder with the other, moving it up just under your jaw. Then he grabs your forgotten vibrator and waves it in front of you. “What about this?”

You hesitate, unable to read him. You don’t know if he wants you to beg for nothing but his dick or if he’s hinting towards something else. He takes pity on you and places the large head of the toy just above where you’re warming his cock and looks at the buttons, clicking the toy on.

You cry out immediately and Katsuki presses his palm harder against your throat, reducing your voice to nothing but a hiss. Katsuki rolled his hips into you. Fuck, he can feel the vibrations singing through your bones and spreading over his cock. He clicks the up button and you whine again as the vibrations get quicker, making his cock twitch inside of you.

You’re squeezing him all over again, fluttering like you’re only moments from the edge. Katsuki won’t be outdone by a toy, so he begins pounding into you again, his grip as tight on the wand as it is on your throat. You thighs are squeezing around his hips, muscles trembling from all the sensation.

“Yeah, you fucking love this, don’t you?” Katsuki taunts, clicking the vibrator up to its third setting as your legs begin to shake, ankles coming undone behind his ass. “Your dirty little toy and my dick double-teaming you? Bet this is your fucking greatest fantasy, isn’t it?”

You’re nearly screaming—would be, if his hand weren’t choking out the sound. Either way, he’s certain that everything can be heard just as well now as he’d heard in the hallway earlier. He doesn’t give a shit.

Katsuki turns the vibrator up to its highest setting and you don’t last another moment. Your legs seize, trapping his hip flush against yours as you squeeze around him tighter than you ever have. He wants to keep thrusting, carry himself over into his own orgasm, but you’re holding him too tightly. But you pulsing around him, combined with the vibrations that are tingling his dick from head to base, are doing more than he thought.

A moment later, a roar of shock is pulled out of his throat as his own orgasm sneaks up on him, shooting his first rope of cum into you. In his surprise he pulled the vibrator off of you and your body relaxes, spine unfurling and thighs loosening their hold.

But that’s not what Katsuki wants. He rears back and gives another thrust, still cumming hard inside of you as he shoves the vibrator back square on your clit, and you cry out from the overstimulation.

“Fuck! Katsuki, I can’t—”

Your body shudders and you’re cumming again, the full strength of the vibrator not even giving you the chance to breathe between. Then your hands are flailing at it and Katsuki rips it off of you as you continue to seize around him, milking out the last of his cum.

Katsuki takes a few steadying breaths. He’s only able to revel in the calm afterglow before his anger pricks at the racket that vibrator’s making. He pulls out of you, not failing to notice how your legs twitch as he does so and fumbles with the power button until the device falls silent once more.

“God, that thing has a fucking jet engine in it,” Katsuki says, tossing it back on the bed.

You’re silent but for your heavy breaths as you lie completely spread on the bed, sweat covering your whole body. He can see tear tracks down your cheeks from the overstimulation, your lashes wet and stuck together.

“That mindblowing, huh?”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow as you just nod, apparently too fucked out to talk.

“I see why you fucking like it so much,” Katsuki says. Even just those secondary vibrations carrying through you onto his dick had been fucking incredible, so he could only imagine what they’d felt like pressed right against your sweet spot, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. “We could, uh, try it again sometime if you want?”

“Oh, yeah,” you breathe, your voice rough from Katsuki’s treatment. You open one tired eye and look at him seriously. “We’re doing that again.”

[street-smarts00]

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Bakugou x reader

summary: Y/n has self esteem issues and thinks everyone in class A is better than her, especially Bakugou. Speaking of, Bakugou realizes that y/n is holding back during a sparring match during heroics. He’s pissed and wants to find out why she is going easy on him.

wc: 2.800

warning⚠️: language

Part 2

You slowly marched towards the sparring mat. Your fists were clenched and trembling. Of course you had to be paired with him today. Of course today your class was practicing one on one close combat and you had to partner with Katsuki Bakugou.

The two of you never really spoke. The only times you two were ever together were because you both had mutual friends and they all wanted to hang out in a big group. From the beginning of the year he had made quite the impression. He annoyed and scared the shit out of you.

Bakugou's screaming and picking on his classmates never sat right with you. Especially watching him constantly pick on your classmate midoriya and yell “die” or “I'll blow your ass up” to your other classmates.

It also didn’t help that you were completely intimidated by him. He was so strong and had such great use over his quirk and you were just you. He radiated confidence and the fire to be a hero. His presence reminded you that you could never match up to him or your classmates.

You tried to stay far away from him for the first few weeks. Until now. It’s been about a month into your first year at UA and you were paired with Baugou for close combat fighting. Are you caught up now? Ok good. Now where were we?

Your fists were clenched and trembling as you walked onto the sparring mat. Everyone in class was looking at you and it felt like they were staring into your soul. You glanced towards your opponent, he was smirking and readied his quirk. You didn’t stand a chance.

“Begin!” All Might yelled through a megaphone.

Bakugou charged at you with his quirk sparking. You quickly dodged him with a shield made of your quirk. With your quirk you could turn energy into force fields and shields. If you relaxed or limited your movement for a while you would store up energy. You could also manipulate the kinetic energy of others and use it for your quirk.

Throughout most of your fight you weren’t using all of your strength. Your shields were weaker than usual and your reactions were slower. Bakugou took note of this. He’s watched you fight before and this felt different. He could tell that you were holding back. It pissed him off.

Why were you hesitating so much? He always watched you fight and you were a force to be reckoned with. He had been particularly eager to spar with you. And here you were playing the defense and barely fighting back. You were going easy on him and it made his blood boil.

At one point Bakugou caught you with your guard down and pinned you to the floor. He started you down with fire in his eyes. All Might started to count from three but before he could get to one Bakugou released his hold on you and stood up.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, “what are you doing?”

“We’re still fighting”

You were even more confused, “what?”

Some of the other students started whispering,

“What's going on?”

“Did kachan win?”

“Is it over?”

Bakugou looked down at you with a scowl. “What are you deaf? We’re not done here!”

“But you pinned me down, you beat me ok, just take the win,”

“You think I didn’t notice!” He interrupted.

You froze in silence and fear, your hands were trembling. You hated it when people raised their voices at you. He noticed you fall back after he raised his voice and spoke at a much lower volume.

He sighed, “you’ve been fighting with one hand tied behind your back dumbass.”

Your eyes widened, “I’m not slaking,”

He smirked and raised his eyebrows, “then prove it.”

You slowly stood up and readied your quirk. All might screamed “begin,”through the microphone for the second time.

After a few seconds of fighting you started to gain the upper hand. You were converting his kinetic energy into force fields covering his hands stopping his explosions from going off. Not long after Bakugou started to catch up with you.

He caught on to how you created a shield or force field as he started sparking his quirk. He delayed the use of his quirk to throw you off and grab onto your wrist. Once again he pinned you to the mat.

Your faces are inches apart, you could feel Bakugou's heavy breathing against you. It crushed your spirits after he pinned you down. Even after giving 100% during the rematch, you still lost. Why did he even bother wanting to rematch? Did his ego get that bruised?

You couldn’t hear All Might countdown to one. Your mind was too fuzzy. All you could think about was how you had lost not once, but twice to the same guy in front of your entire class. You were pulled back into reality when you noticed Bakugou stand up.

“There, that’s fair.”

Yea sure, making me redo the fight and embarrassing me in front of the entire class. Yea that sounds fair. you thought to yourself.

~

A few hours later you were walking back to your dorm and you passed by Bakugou. You tried your hardest to ignore him, keeping your eyes on the ground. You were still annoyed with him and didn't want to make him angry again after this morning.

“Force Field,” that’s the nickname he gave you instead of learning your name.

You turned to face him, “yeah.” you didn’t even try to correct him, you knew he wasn’t going to call you by your name.

“Why the hell were you holding back so much earlier?”

You looked away from him and played with the sleeve of your hoodie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied.

“Don’t play games with me dumbass, you were holding back during our fight and I wanna know why.” He elaborated.

Your heart beat sped up.you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. “I don’t know. I guess cause,” you hesitated.

“I’m not all that good with my quirk. I’m no match for our classmates, especially you.” you admitted still looking away from him.

“Seriously!” He yelled. You flinched at his raise in volume. He noticed your reaction and cleared his throat.

“If you have that mentality you're never gonna be a hero. You can’t think that you're not as good as the rest of us, cause then you’ll never win. You need to go into every fight thinking that you're the best and that you're gonna be the one to come up on top!” He spoke in a lower volume but still as passionate.

A small smile spread on your face. “Thanks, I didn’t think you cared.”

He scoffed, “I don’t, I just don’t want you half ass-ing any more fights.” He made his way over to you and pointed his finger at you. You looked up to meet his eyes. “Especially against me, got it?” He enunciated.

That small smile returned to your face. He turned a very small shade of pink. Someone else wouldn’t have noticed. You only did because you were standing so close. “Yea, got it.”

~

As the school year went on the two of you started to slowly form some sort of friendship, he wouldn’t admit that though. It started off as the two of you respecting each other. Then after Bakugou saw you restricting your quirk and strength again he confronted you. He said something along the lines of, “you need to spar with me so I can show you how to not hold back.”

Now that months have past, the two of you were training partners. It became a normal thing to meet up once a week to train. Over the course of the last few months you both helped the other grow. You helped Bakugou with his temper and ego and Bakugou helped you with your self esteem and confidence.

You went from not going anywhere near him, to somewhat being friends.

One day in heroics class in late fall, the class was split up into two teams. One team was assigned as hero’s and the other was villains. You were on the villain team and fighting against kirishima. It was somewhat a giant game of capture the flag. The hero’s had to retrieve fake weapons and capture villains and villains had to capture heroes and steal fake weapons. At some point during your fight with Kiri, Bakugou joined in.

He tried to sneak up from behind to catch you off guard so the two of them could capture you. You however blocked his explosions with a shield and trapped kiri inside a force field. The fight continued with you and Bakugou.

You were trying to trap him or his hands inside force fields but he was too quick. In order to activate your quirk you had to touch the person whose energy you were using. After a few seconds you managed to create a shield and use it to jump up to him as he propelled himself in the air.

Except as you tried to meet him in the air and grab into his wrist he created and explosion. You felt a stinging pain in your hand and forearm. You shrieked from the pain and Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

He quickly grabbed onto you as the two of you landed on the ground. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and head in the crook of his neck. He held you close to him to shield you from the impact of the fall.

When the two of you landed you could feel bakugou’s grip on you tighten. You felt him tremble and his breathing became heavy. You looked up at him, his eyes were hollow and glossy.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” He asked out of breath.

“It’s fine,”

“The hell it is!” He yelled. He set you down on the ground and you couched your arm to your chest.

“Let me see,” he pestered.

You held your arm tighter. “It's just a small sting that’s all,”

He didn’t like your answer. He grabbed onto your good arm, “Stop lying to me! Show me.” He demanded.

You released your grip and he carefully held your injured arm. His heart fell to his stomach. You saw his eyes filled with terror. You glanced down at your arm. Your wrist had small burns that bled into your forearm.

You turned back to Bakugou, his teeth were clenched and eyes still slightly glossed over. Your hold on the force field broke from the burns and kiri ran up to the two of you.

“Y/n! You need to see recovery girl now, you need to get those burns checked.”

“I told you it’s . .”

“Go,” Bakugou interrupted. He spoke with so much more calmness than you’d ever heard from him. Even though he only spoke a single syllable.

At Recovery girls office she treated your wounds and placed gauze on your wrist and arm. Even though she healed your skin it could still be irritated from the burns. You were told to skip heroics and training for the next day.

You went through the rest of your day like normal. Except, it wasn’t. Bakugou had been avoiding you all day long. Normally when the two of you weren’t training you would talk in the common room with the rest of your friends. Today he was nowhere to be seen.

Your classmates were getting worried as well. Denki offered to go and check up on him but he got a piss off yelled at him through the door. You decided to go upstairs to try and check up on him.

After you knocked on the door you heard a “I thought I told you to piss off dune face!” Yelled at you. You cleared your throat and replied.

“It’s not Denki, it’s me. I just wanted to come up here to make sure you’re ok.”

There was a pause of silence, for a moment you thought he wasn’t going to respond. “I’m fine force field, leave me alone.”

“Oh ok, well most of us are downstairs if you wanna hang, I’m probably gonna go back to my room in like an hour though if you wanted to talk or something.” You replied.

You were met with silence from the other side of the door.

“Hey I just wanted to let you know, I’m not mad about the burn. I know it was an accident and you didn’t mean it.” You were met with more silence and soo. went back downstairs. You didn’t hear from him for the rest of the day.

~

Four days. It had been four days since your burns and three days since you got the bandages off your arm and you were given the clear to get back to training. It had also been four days since you’d had a conversation with

Bakugou.

You were getting worried. He had been avoiding you like the plague and your mind wouldn’t stop overthinking about all the possible reasons as to why.

At one point in the day you crossed paths with him on the way to your dorm.

“Hey,”

He looked at you and scoffed, “hey,” he mumbled.

You fidgeted with your hands, “So do u wanna go to the training facility later, we haven’t sparred in a while.” You spoke softly.

“Nah I can’t,”

“Come on, I’ve barely seen you all week.”

He clenched his fists and shoved them into his pockets.

“I just can't ok” he grumbled.

You bit your lip and crossed your arms, “what’s wrong?” you asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms mirroring you. “Nothing.”

“I know something’s wrong cause you’re acting weird.”

“Tch, I’m not acting weird,”

“Yes you are! You’re ignoring me and barely talking to me and you haven’t skipped a training session ever,” You argued.

Bakugou was caught off guard. He rarely ever heard you speak that strongly, especially directed towards him.

“It's nothing alright.” He tried to walk away.

You used your quirk to trap him inside a force field to stop him from leaving. He turned around to face you with wide eyes. He banged his fists against the force field, you hadn’t seen him that angry in a while.

“What the hell? Let me out of here extra!”

“No, not until you tell me what’s going on with you.”

He glared at you in silence. He knew you knew he wasn’t ok. After spending so much time with each other you understood what buttons pushed the other.

“Let me out or I’ll blow your ass up”

“I’ll let you out when you talk to me.” You retorted. “Now why are you upset and why have you been ignoring me.”

“Because I hurt you!” He yelled.

You let out a shaky breath. “What?”

“I hurt you damnit.” He lightly banged his hand on the feild and his breathing became heavy.

“I don’t wanna fight you again cause I don’t wanna hurt you. I felt like shit when I saw your face when it happened.”

Your face fell and the corners of your mouth turned down. “I told you I’m not mad about that, I know it was an accident.” You reassured him.

His fist fell from the field and lip quivered. “Still, I don’t ever want to see you hurt, especially if I caused it. You mean too much to me.”

You released your quirk and the force field disappeared. “Hey it’s ok. You didn’t do it on purpose, you didn’t intend to hurt me.” You grabbed his hand and his eyes darted to yours. “Don’t beat yourself up about this, i’m ok now” you held up your hand holding his. “See, all healed. I'm fine.”

Bakugou dropped your hand in his and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. He hit you with so much force you almost fell over. He rested his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your hands around his middle.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment in silence, just enjoying eachothers company. You started to let go and he grabbed onto you tighter. “Please, stay” he mumbled into your shirt.

You returned your arms to his waist and brought up one of your hands to place in his hair. “I’m not going anywhere,”

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Mistakes in the Moment

Mistakes in the Moment by lemon stealing whore

"I ate the ring,'' he admits reluctantly. It's silent, for a moment Bakugou just stares at him blankly, before disbelievingly saying, "You ate the ring." His voice is unnervingly calm and steady. "I ate the ring,'' Kirishima replies back.

"You ate the ring?" Bakugou asks, words coming out slower and with emphasis. "I ate the ring,'' Kirishima confirms again, almost just as disbelieving as Bakugou, obviously lamenting over the words he speaks. Bakugou moves suddenly, unfreezing as he drops his head into his hands and roughly rubs at his face. He makes a noise of pain and annoyance, and Kirishima is internally dying because oh god, that is not a happy Bakugou.

Kirishima opens his mouth to apologize, or to scream, or cry, or just remove himself from society forever for causing this absolute dumpster fire of a situation, when he hears Bakugou mutter something under his breath. His face is still in his hands and the words are spoken quietly, despite this, the microphone picks up his words loud and clear.

Bakugou's voice takes on an unbelieving and exasperated note as he says, "I cannot believe I'm going to marry you."

Words: 7082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Mess, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Bakusquad, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, but only for kiri, Established Relationship, this was supposed to be a crack fic, Marriage Proposal, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Kirishima Eijirou is Whipped, They're In Love Your Honor, based on a tiktok, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Aged-Up Character(s)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38051881

[katsukikitten]

WARNING 18+ BIRB NOT BIRB SMUT! Band AU, harem collab. In which reader meets her favorite faceless singer. Little over 3k

Sweat trickles down your spine as your favorite song is blasted from the large speakers. Fog from the stage lingers just above your head as you feel as if you were in a dream. The setting is surreal especially since you actually managed to WIN those rare radio tickets to see a band in concert. And not just any band, your favorite fucking bad.  

TOKYO MOB

The band consisted of four people, Bakugou Katsuki, the drummer who was angrier than any person you'd ever seen wearing nothing but skinny black jeans and a perpetual frown. Jiro, so cool and sleek in anything she wore as she tore up her guitar as side vocals. Then there was Denki, funny, cute even, on the bass with his electric blonde hair and killer smile. Lastly there was "Dark Shadow", the lead vocalist. 

No one knew his real name or what he looked like, he chose to wear a headpiece in the shape of a raven or crow. You loved him, even without knowing his face. 

He was so fit, strong arms and deadly abs that could be seen from beneath his cut off band tee crop top, much like you were wearing now. His voice was soothing as a bird's song, whether he was screaming or singing. The sound so uniquely beautiful it brought tears to your eyes the first time you heard it. And standing here with nothing but a small barricade and stage separating the two of you was a dream made in heaven. 

He sings your favorite song, looking out into the crowd, body drenched in sweat from the high energy show as he jumps to the beat. He pauses to hit a long note and while the guitar riffs he looks into the VIP section. You swear you feel as if he is looking dead at you. The next few lyrics are packed full with emotion as he gets onto his knee, one hand holding the microphone while the other gently floats towards outstretched hands. 

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

But it's yours that his fingers brush, intertwining his fingers with yours as tears prick your eyes. 

"Mine. Forever miiinee~" 

The world stops, his silky voice smoothing over your skin before it erupts in goose flesh, he holds on to your hand as he sings the chorus again. The screaming people around you fade away as you hear nothing but his sultry voice. 

As if he were serenading you in the kitchen of your home. 

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

He squeezes your hand as he finishes the note, releasing your hand slowly before starting to stand. The music begins to fade as he huffs, trying to catch his breath before looking over the band. He sees that ever might need just a second more to take in some water so he brings the mic close to his face as he shouts. 

"Are we having a good time tonight?!" 

The crowd erupts into a scream, so loud you can barely hear the one tearing up your throat. 

"I can't fucking hear you, extras!" Bakugou shouts into his own mic. The sold out stadium shakes rivaling the bass of the sound system as they all play off random notes and beats. When the deafening roar becomes a hushed, dull roar Bakugou sets the beat, Jiro and Denki join in as their most popular song begins to bump through the speakers. The song sets a heavy, hype beat that can get anyone to bang their head to. You start along with them, booze lighting up your system and causing you to ignore the charged air around you  

Some of the bystanders, some of the women especially were jealous of the fact that you were holding hands with none other than the DARK SHADOW. 

"Stupid bitch." They murmur amongst themselves, "Let's really fuck her up." 

One says before shoving her unsuspecting and overly excitable boyfriend into another guy while shouting. 

"MOSH PIT!" The crowd follows suit, putting you in the thick of it. Normally you could handle a little mosh, staying on the fringes to avoid too much damage but being in the center was beginning to spell trouble. The world spun as body after body began to slam into you, turning you this way and that before someone begins to take advantage of the situation. A sleazy guy you had hoped to avoid "falls" into you, rough palms grabbing a handful of your ass, beneath your skirt. A yelp lost to the crowd leaves your lips, tears burning in your eyes as this man set out to ruin what was possibly the highlight of your life. 

He was going to ruin it with his disgusting cigarette breath, lips sloppily kissing at your throat as he moved the two of you closer to the barricade. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading your cheeks as he shouts into your ear. 

"These fishnets for me slut?" He slurs, chuckling as he presses your back into the cool biting metal, "Love the crop top baby, do you got a bra on underneath?" 

A sob threatens to rack through your body as your elated high quickly turns into stomach churning nausea. Desperately you look up to the stage, anything to distract you from the fingers that try to venture between your thighs, while the other rips at your favorite top.

Tokoyami jumps, stopping to adjust his feet for steady ground to do the screaming part of the song, he glances down into the crowd, silently looking for you. The woman who made his heart flutter for the first time in years and when he sees your face tilted up towards him with fear and pain twisting your features he loses his cool. 

"Fucking stop!" He shouts, the lyrics gone for now as the music abruptly stops, the man holding you startles as the light follows Dark Shadow's accusing finger. He is illuminated by the stage light as bystanders rip him from you, he punches one guy and makes a run for it. 

 "Aye yo security. Get this asshole!" Dark Shadow shouts, leaning down for your now outstretched arms. Pulling you on stage with ease as his fingers flutter over your shoulders and sides for injuries.

"You okay my sparrow?" He coos softly and you nod, and he guides you towards the back of the stage, leaving the two front members to appease the excited crowd. He presses a cold water bottle to your hand before pulling up a chair a few feet from the drum kit. 

"Stay by Bakugou okay? He'll take care of you." He wipes some sweat from your face before squeezing the nape of your neck. Bakugou glares your way with mixed emotions before doing his show starting beat to get the crowd jumping. 

"Anyone else wanna act like a fucking douche?" Denki asks, walking up and down the front of the stage waiting for Tokoyami to return to the forefront. 

"NOOOOO!" The crowd shouts, Denki offers a cheeky smile before adding. 

"That's my good fans!" He blows a kiss to the crowd and the screams fly up an octave. 

"Alright let's start this shit from the top!" Jiro shouts, letting out some hypnotic notes before looking towards Tokoyami. 

"Actually, let's give them a sample of the new album. Let's give them a tease. Do you wanna be teased?" He asks the crowd aiming the mic towards them as if he needed to. 

"SHOW US! TEASE US!" The crowd chants before Tokoyami looks towards his band members. 

"I dunno do they deserve it?" Bakugou prodes and the audience lets out a dejected whine. 

"Promise to behave?" Jiro teases and the crowd collectively screams out desperately "YES!"

"Well keep your hands to yourself and listen up cause you're only gonna hear it this once til it drops!" Tokoyami shouts before Jiro starts playing that hypnotic sound, shortly after Denki joins in. Bakugou twisting his drumstick as he waits for his cue impatiently. Dark Shadow takes in a deep breath before singing the haunting first lines of their new song. 

"What do you do, when it's stalking after yoouuu? What do you say when it's just a breath awaaay~? Coming closer and you can't seem to get awaaaaay?" 

"Always watching, always loooomming-" 

Bakugou slams his sticks down hard onto the kit, foot tapping the bass drum at an alarming speed as everything seems to be hitting a climax. 

"WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN ITS COMING FROM INSIDE OF YOU? WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN IT SHARES YOUR NAAAAME? 

WHEN YOU CAN'T HIDE THE DEMON THAT'S LURKING INSIDE!" 

The last line he screams and the crowd is overcome with emotion. The height of the music and the new song that the band pours their hearts into, sends the crowd into a frenzy. Sweat dripping from everyone as their black shirts dampen around their collars. 

The song the crowd wanted to last forever comes to an end and you find yourself standing to scream, tears in your eyes.

"That was amazing!" Curling your fingers into a fist, Dark Shadow turns back to see you, out of the millions of people there tonight, in that moment he could only hear you.  

"Well I think we gave them a good show huh?" Denki asks into the mic, Bakugou drums a heavy beat as he shouts. 

"FUCK YEA WE DID!" 

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!" The band members shout in unison before waving and slowly backing off stage. Tokoyami rushes towards you, hand slipping around your natural waist as he guides you into the darkened stage towards his dressing room. Your heart is racing in your ears as the silence becomes deafening. Being this close to Dark Shadow you couldn't help but notice the little cushion that keeps his helmet from damaging his throat and the intoxicating smell that rolls off of him like a cool breeze. He smells like cedar and pine at twilight while the wind brings with it the threat of snow. 

You shiver despite the warmth of his touch. Swallowing the lump in your throat you force your tongue to cooperate as he steps in front of his door politely opening it for you. His small silver chains clink from the motion.

"You must be tired, are you sure you want...company?" If you could see his face you imagined he'd be smiling. Pressing his hand at the small of your back to urge you inside. 

"I'm sure." He walks in, waiting for you to follow before he slumps onto a worn leather arm chair. Your platform converse move on their own as you cross the threshold of the room, closing the door behind you. 

"Lock it, would you sparrow?" All you can do is nod as you turn the lock until you hear a soft click. He gestures for you to sit on the couch beside him before his broad hands go towards his helmet. 

The blood rushes from your face as a moment of honor and horror wage war in your gut, pulling your heart down towards your feet. 

"Wait!" You shout, startling both of you and you feel heat rise into your cheeks and throat, "I don't want you to feel obligated to take it off. We can just...talk." 

Nervously you fidget with the hem of your skirt, thinking he was going to kick you out for being so lame. 

Boring. 

He stands and you flinch before he sits beside you on the love seat. If you could see his eyes you wondered if they were sparkling. His winter woods smell tickles your nose and you smile. 

"I'd love to just talk. But first." He must notice your ripped shirt as he stands again. Rummaging through his suitcase to find the first edition band tee ever made for TOKYO MOB.

"I couldn't!" You half shout and then squeak, "I shouldn't" 

"I insist." He says softly placing it on your lap before giving you his toned back. The cropped tee he wears shows off the dimples in his lower back that has you thinking of what it would look like while those hips piston into you. Quickly you toss your ripped shirt aside and slip his over your head, relishing the present smell, heart stirring.

"It's safe." You say softly and he turns around taking the seat beside you again. 

After a small awkward silence the two of you begin to talk, the conversation coming easy as you gushed over his voice and where you went to college when he asked. Him wanting to know more about your life and the night ended up being about you instead of him for once and it was nice. 

Nice to not have someone prying or clawing at his neck to find out just who he was and what he looked like, suddenly heat rushes to his pants. His hand comes to rest on your knee just below the hem of your skirt, ringed fingers sliding beneath the black fabric. You swallow, looking into the face of the bird mask and softly speak. 

"How- how would we kiss?" It feels stupid, embarrassing that you would even think that. He kills the light by the love seat flooding the room in total darkness before he takes off his helmet with a clatter. 

"Like this." His lips are by your ear now sending ecstacy through your body in the form of a spine tingling shudder. He kisses at your lobe working his way down your throat and then up to your jaw, avoiding your lips as he tastes every inch of you he can. His damp hair tickles your nose as he moves you to him, hovering over you as he kisses the plane of your stomach beneath his lifted shirt. 

"You look damn good in my shirt baby." He trails his tongue up your sternum causing you to moan, he smirks against the bone before sucking at the supple skin of your breast. Choosing them for his canvas to paint in blacks and blues that you would soon come to wish would last a life time. His free hand twists your nipple, pulling it as he scrapes his teeth against your other. Tongue flicking against the sensitive nub another moan escapes your lips as he plays with you for what feels like hours. He doesn't even go to touch your aching cunt until you're covered in a sheen of sweat. Begging for his hands to move lower as your vision spots in the dark from his sensual touch alone. Your own hands explore up his defined abs and torso occasionally catching the cool metal of his chains, this time you decide to pull him into a kiss. Your lips touching his for the first time all night and you feel like a live wire. Hungrily and aggressively trying to devour him as you feel music dancing through your blood, humming in your bones, he groans amplifying the feeling as his clothed hard on presses into your core. His tongue swipes over yours and the thought of not even knowing what he looks like arches your back into his touch. 

Finally he flips your skirt up, his fingers venturing between your thighs and when he finds no fabric and the satisfying sound of your slick he bucks his hips, biting at your breasts. 

"So wet sparrow…." His voice is soft breath and a little desperate causing your cunt to clench. He circles your clit until you're crying, his fingers occasionally checking for a stream of tears. When he feels the droplets on your face he chuckles shoving his fingers knuckle deep going agonizingly slow until you're fluttering around his thick curled digits. You cum hard and he whispers praises in your ear, several times as your body shakes and you think you won't be able to make it through the night. 

"Ready for my cock babe?" He asks gently swiping his thumb over your swollen and heavily abused clit. You perk right up, ready for the finale silently thanking the gods for a band members stamina. You notice him shaking as he leans down for a kiss, his stomach sweaty and sticking to yours. You fist his hair, pulling him back just a bit. 

"You'll be okay?" You can just make out the gleam of his teeth from his smirk before his voice comes out as pure sinful husk. 

"The question is, will you sweet sparrow?" 

Too stunned to answer he swallows your silence with a kiss before he sheaths himself inside you. Relishing the moan in his mouth and the fluttering of your velvet walls as they adjust to him. You were so wet, so ready for him as he slowly rocked his hips. Your half wish from earlier coming true as your hands fly to the dimples of his lower back, trying to urge him to quicken his pace but he keeps it languid, deadly. Each stroke hitting with purpose. The head of his cock hitting that cushy spot as his pelvis snapped against your clit. The sensation sends you into a never ending moan. Each gasp his stage name as he marks you as his, nails raking down your arms as he praises. 

"Such a nice pussy you have. Taking me so fucking well." He lingers by your ear, his tone the opposite of his lustful words. Your own nails claw down his back in viscous lines as he keeps you on the edge. The coil, steady and tight as you feel the pressure in your stomach growing. He can feel how tightly you're squeezing him and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He press his fingers into your stomach as his thumb swipes over your clit, his hips snapping faster and faster as he waits for what he hopes is coming. The pressure becomes too much he overstimulates your body, shaking as you cry out. 

"I can't, I can't…" 

"You can, just for me. Don't be shy, cum for me baby." His deep voice sends a chill through your body, you go rigid, quiet before your body jerks and releases a clear liquid onto his pelvis and cock. Shaking as he fucks your through it before his voice comes out strained as you milk him. 

"Imma cum baby, where do you want it?" 

"In me, I promise I have an IUD just fucking cum Dark Shadow!" You gasp and he obeys, adding to your pleasant after shocks, filling you to the brim with his hot seed with a husky grunt. He collapses onto you fixing your shirt before he gently withdraws, keeping his face to your chest as your fingers find his hair. You try not to let your thoughts wander and as if he could read your mind. 

"I promise you, you're the only one who's made me do that." He kisses your throat gently before his hand searches for your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours before he hums. Slowly singing you to sleep. You welcome the feeling as exhaustion blankets you in darkness.

"Uh miss." The voice comes as a shock as a large man tries to wake you from a distance. You startle, grabbing at blankets to cover yourself although you're fully clothed.  

"Hate to wake you miss but we're locking up. The venue is closed and the band is…" Although he looks a brute he clearly has some sort of heart. Unable to say what you know.  

"Gone." Tears burn your eyes as you think of how stupid you were. To ever think you were special enough to be anything more than a groupie. A note sits on the bedside table. 

"Should we cross paths again, Sparrow. I'll make you forever mine" 

The note blurs as you recognize the lyrics to the song. You look down at his band tee and wonder if your favorite song was more of a gimmick to pick up fans than some fated promise. 

And so life moves on.

You can only tell that time has passed from the fading color of your bruises. Slowly they melt from a cold bluish black into cool greens and warm dotted yellows. You sigh, looking in the mirror before you head towards your room for clothes.  Finally mustering up the courage to wear that stupid band tee he gave you again. It still smells faintly of him, of the winter woods suspended in forever twilight. Of musk from your sweat and his. You fight back the tears as you remind yourself you just put on mascara, finally choosing to participate in a social life after having your heart broken for being a fool. You decided to get ready sooner rather than later, otherwise you would have backed out from the plans and mopped around the house. You figured some coffee would help kill the time as you lace up your converse thinking of your favorite shop. You head out and walk leisurely to the cafe off the beaten path of downtown.  The street is full but not overly so as people browse the shopping district of the huge city you call home. Everyone fades into the background until your eye catches against a handsome man, dressed in tastefully torn black jeans, and an onyx turtleneck. You would be concerned for his attire in this weather if he wasn't so damn handsome. You must catch his eye as well as his face instantly lights up when he makes eye contact. He beats you to the cafe door, holding it open for you with ringed fingers like a gentleman waiting for you to enter. The gesture feels familiar causing your heart to squeeze in your chest, feeling trapped beneath your too small rib cage. As you walk past him you think you smell something familiar. 

Like cedar and pine, dancing on a snowy wind as the sun sets the world on fire. 

Your world on fire as you grip at the front of Dark Shadow's shirt trying not to cry. You just wanted your fucking macchiato and to move on with your life. You had lived every fan's dream of sleeping with your favorite band member. Tasting Dark Shadow's blackberry mouth. Shouldn't that be enough? 

Your aching heart said otherwise. 

Suddenly warmth is behind you, radiating off of a thick body as the handsome man bends over to put his profile to your ear. Goose flesh prickles your skin in late August as he says with a voice that drapes you in sinful black silk.

"You look damn good in my shirt, sparrow."