#katsuki's making sure u never have to lift a finger around him

[katsu2ji]

katsuki LOVES seeing you spend his money. you tell him you're having a bad day? he's sending you some money and telling you to buy something nice for yourself. you guys are going out on a date? he reminds you not to bring your wallet—he's got it. and you've reminded him time and time again that he doesn't have to do any of that, that you feel bad spending his money!!! but he doesn't care.

he reminds you every time that he wants to spend his money on you, no matter how big or small. he knows full well that you can pay for the things he buys you. he knows how hard you work for your money, how dedicated you are to your job.

but if he's there, why should you have to worry about anything at all?

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[some-kindofgnome]

now everything is easy

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Katsuki wakes next to you the morning after your heat reaches its peak.

c: katsuki bakugou x reader

wc: 3.7k

cw: smut (18+), morning sex, subtle alpha/beta/omega dynamics (knotting, heat cycles,  descriptions of scent & slick), vaginal & oral sex, aftercare if you squint, katsuki is like lovingly disgruntled through most of this but he adores you i promise

notes: Bakugou lovers, what’s up? It’s been a minute... 😅I can’t BELIEVE how long it’s been since I’ve written about Bakugou. But I signed up to write him for a few collabs over the summer, so here’s my warmup. I think I did this trope wrong but he goes down on u so like that’s fun, right? 👀

(MASTERLIST)

Morning comes hot and sticky, drizzling like honey into Katsuki’s slowly waking mind.

For a long time, waking slowly like this seemed little more than a far-off dream, for the man who could never be caught off guard. Most days his eyes still spring open, fully alert to the sound of his six o’clock alarm. But when she needs him, he loses himself easily to her.

To you.

He’s not sure what time it is exactly, only that midmorning sun splashes obscenely across the mussed bedclothes, lighting up the soft green of the worn linen and the buttery eggshell-painted wall beyond. His muscles settle into a dutiful ache. His thighs are still a little stuck together. He kind of needs to piss.

But you, fragile and perfect with the dew of your leftover heat drying on your spine, are worth lingering for.

You’re still fast asleep as he rolls onto one hip, fresh scratches pulling and stinging in the muscles of his back. The sheet’s tucked haphazardly over the curve of your hip, but you’re sprawled on your side with your torso left carelessly bare.

He can’t help himself, leaning forward to bury his nose against your scent glands, pulling the strong reek of you into his head. Your scent is so easy to read- maple-sweet, fragrant like orange blossom and deliciously mingled with his own. Last night, he fucked you both into sheer exhaustion, and the sheets still waft puffs of your mingled scents with every shift of his body.

Still, you’ll be wanting more soon. He gives your petal-soft skin a devilish little nip, rolling away to stretch yesterday’s exertion from his tendons.

Before he can even shift to climb out of bed for the bathroom, you’re squirming beside him.

Too late.

Those long, peaceful breaths of sleepy silence quickly give way to strained little whimpers as your senses come back to you. Last night, your heat cycle had reached its peak. But after a full measure of sleep- and eight hours without the fill of your alpha- he knew this was coming.

“Alpha,” you keen, struggling with even one coherent word. Katsuki’s instincts flare to life while you wake up, fresh waves of your needy scent filling his head and bringing his alpha to the surface. His cock stirs greedily against one thigh, stiffening traitorously in response to your voice.

He sighs harshly, flopping back against the pillows. His jaw ticks, letting firm throbs of desire swell in his gut.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to take a piss, could you?” He growls, no shortage of affection in his rough tone. You’re already rolling over, tangling clumsy, slick thighs in the soiled sheets.

“Please,” you sigh. “One more. I need one more.”

“C’mere,” he grunts, palming your ass to bring you close. “Let me see you.”

Your flesh is hot and sticky beneath his touch, and he knows how badly you need him but he can’t help indulging. Not now, when you’re so pliable and needy for him. It’s cruel to think so, but he loves you most when you’re desperate like this. His mean streak doesn’t come for you very often, but he can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and so much cuter when you want something.

He slips between your thighs to quell your squirming, letting you settle onto your back. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, staring up at him with that wide, vulnerable, irresistible expression you always get at this time in your cycle. It’s how can tell your heat’s coming, far before the changes to your scent. The first time you look up at him like this every season, he knows it’s all over.

Your thighs are still crusted with last night’s slick and dried remnants of cum, but when you spread them, long strings of fresh fluid break and drip onto the mattress. The warm slip of your sex is glistening already.

Katsuki decides in that moment that he’s going to take his time with you, whether you’re ready to wait for it or not.

“You feeling patient?” he chuckles, lip curling as he flicks his eyes back to yours. You’re still staring up at him like that, an extra flash of panic lighting your eyes when the word patient reaches your ears.

“W-what,” you plead. “N-no, please, just- now, just do it now…”

Your voice trails into a strangled little squeak of pleasure when he dips his head between your thighs and seals his mouth to your dripping cunt. The familiar sweet musk of you pours into his mouth, cocktailed with the overwhelmingly heady flavor of your heat slick. The tightness in his balls is getting blurry now, half-full-bladder, half-swelling desire. But he can hold it, if it means he gets to pull more of those little cries from your needy throat.

He glides the flat of his tongue up between your folds, knowing that it makes you squeal without actually pushing you any closer to the edge. As he predicted, your thigh twitches by his left ear and your toes curl, but the whine that leaves you is not a satisfied one.

“K-katsuki,” you beg. The shape of his name on your lips comes as a surprise to him, and he glances up at you with a flinch of his brow. While there’s nothing quite like the way you shout “alpha” in the throes of your heat, when you’re all sleepy and sticky and half-conscious like this, his name feels good, too, hanging in the bleary air between you.

It sounds nice.

He rewards you with a lift of his chin, bringing the fat press of his tongue over your swollen clit just once. The sharp flick of it makes you yelp and flinch, slamming your hips into his face so hard he nearly bites his lip.

“Fuck,” he curses without pulling away, “cut it out.” He flattens one palm over the low plane of your pelvis, pressing weight into his wrist and pinning your wriggling hips to the mattress. The angle’s a little more awkward like this, but your toes are starting to twitch and he can tell you’re losing yourself to the pleasure.

He presses one finger to the weeping silk of your slippery folds, nudging it forward to find your needing hole and pushing smoothly inside.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he croons into your cunt, “y’re fuckin’ grabbing me already.”

Your walls flutter in near-instant reaction to his touch, closing down hard around his middle finger. You squeeze so tightly he can barely draw back out of you again, curling the pad of his finger to find the spongy flesh near your entrance. It’s the tenderest part of you, and when he rubs it just right, you’ll descend into the kind of shivers that’ll make it hard to hold back.

It’s worth it every time, though, to watch you lose your mind under his diligent hands.

Katsuki refreshes the weight in his palm, pinning you freshly down while he re-adjusts to the slick pull of your clutching depths. He cups his tongue against your clit, feeling the heat in its swollen ridge, and dips his ring finger into you, alongside the first. His cock’s fully hard now, drooling wet preek into the sheets and burning with bright, hot tension.

Fuck, it’s going to feel good to get you on his knot again.

He focuses once more on the task at hand, finished revelling in your taste and ready to focus on your pleasure. You like it when he flutters his tongue quick and sharp against your clit, and your cunt’s most sensitive in the shallow parts near your slit. He curls his fingers, rubbing all along the hottest planes. He can practically feel the spots where your nerves sit closest to your skin, making your body spasm when he pins them under his fingers.

“Kah!” The first syllable of his name flies from your lips. He knows you sense his intent now, and your body’s already beginning to stiffen with the promise of climax. He knows you have to tense up a little to make it happen, so when you tense your core beneath the press of his free hand, he knows you’re getting close.

“Close,” you pant anyway, slipping one hand between your thighs and raking your fingers into his hair. When you grab the longest strands at his crown and pull, it sends an unexpected little shock of pleasure to his dick that pulls the air from his chest.

You’re already starting to pitch and shake, but he knows better than to let up now. He keeps the pleasure coming steady and strong, pushing out out a solid rhythm between his tongue and his fingers as he feels you pass the point of no return.

“Right there,” comes your desperate voice, crawling into your upper register. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, y-you’re-“

It’s kind of beautiful, how easy to read you’ve become. He’s pretty sure he could satisfy you like this by feel alone at this point, blindfolded with his ears stuffed full of cotton.

A heartbeat and a half later you’re falling, tense muscles suddenly going slack as you dig your heels into the mattress and arch your back off the bed and contract so tight around his fingers he almost busts it right there, trying not to think about how maddening you’re going to feel around his cock in a few seconds. You let out one, long, hushed draw of his name, a “Katsuki,” that wafts by his ears like a fragrant breeze. Then you’re collapsing between his hands, fitful and whimpering and fighting him off.

“Better?” he grunts, sitting back on his heels. He wipes his mouth off with the back of one hand, dipping the pad of his thumb into the corners as he licks your heat-slick from his lips.

The look you give him suggests everything he intended. Better after a peak, perhaps, but there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy you enough to function today.

Fuck, his knot’s already starting to swell a little when he closes his fingers around himself. He grits his teeth, ignoring the flush of heat that creeps down the back of his neck and willing it to stay small enough to fuck you properly.

He looks up at you again, and your scent crashes into his mind, filling every hollow of his blurry mind. You’re already gushing fresh slick, reaching for him to grab him by the face and pull him back down to your level.

He probably shouldn’t have teased you so long.

He lets you tug him against you, bracing his hands at either side of your head to drop his mouth to yours. He laves his tongue affectionately across your teeth, tasting notes of his scent in the lingering flavour of you. The hint of his own musk serves as a pleasant memory from the night before, when he’d poured his scent into every hollow of your body, claiming you as wholly as you’d given yourself to him.

You’re already humping your hips down against his, with his cock pressing up into the crook of your thigh. Katsuki groans long and low into your mouth, fitting one hand between you to bring his weeping tip to the hot gush of your cunt.

“That’s what you want?” He grunts, dipping his mouth from yours, tucking it against the shell of your ear.

“Katsuki, hmmm,” you whine, dragging your hard nipples against his chest. When he doesn’t move right away you whine again, clutching at his back and trying to rock yourself down onto him.

“Alpha, plea-hah!”

Katsuki delights in the way he can still startle you, after all this time. He cuts off your begging by snapping his hips sharply forward, bottoming out in one clean thrust. He’s never pretended to have the biggest cock in the world. But he’ll be damned if you’re not satisfied by it anyway.

“That’s right,” he pants, closing his eyes against the crook of your neck. “I got what you need.”

He pets a hand down your sternum as he straightens up a little, thumbing the tender swell of one nipple. He slides his fingers into the dip of your waist to brace at the curve of your hip, digging the pads of his fingers into your flesh as he rolls smoothly in and out of your clingy heat.

He closes his eyes again, overcome by the feelings he swallowed to tease you earlier. You are still tender and gooey from last night, molded perfectly to the size of him and sucking him forward every time he tries to pull away. Your slick leaks out around the edges of his cock with every push of his hips, and the quiet, satisfied cries from beneath him send pulses of deep affection into the hollows of his chest.

There’s nothing quite like this, the physical manifestation of the intimacy that lies between you. He is the only one who can do this for you anymore, the only person in the world who can quell the trembling tides of your heat.

He’s not gonna last long at all, getting sweet on you in his head like this.

Determined to make use of the time that he has, he slides his fingers into the back of your knee, pushing your thigh up toward your torso until he can reach up and grab you by the ankle. Slowly, deftly, he straightens your leg, gliding his palm down the length of your shin and guiding the curve of your heel into the crook of his shoulder.

“Pretty like this,” he croons without thinking, turning his head and feathering a quiet little kiss to the inside of your ankle. He spies your reaction out of the corner of his eye, a blissful little sleepy smile that paints your warmed features. Affection clutches low and hot in his belly, a feeling he’s only now grown used to embracing. Tenderly, he wraps his arm around your leg, braces it against his chest, and begins to thrust.

He takes up a slow, heady pace, pulling slowly out of you and then slamming forward with a harsh snap of his hips, revelling in the way your body jerks every time. He can feel the breath rattle against his palate as he sucks it in through his clenched teeth, losing himself in the maddening grip of you. It’s woven into the very fabric of him, loving you. He doesn’t have to say it anymore, not when he can practically read it out of your skin. But he’s promised himself, more fiercely than anything, to take care of you.

He promises you in the way he fucks you through this, muscles stretched thin, balls aching. Worn out on a weeknight’s worth of sleep, calling out of work for the second day in a row, undoubtedly leaving you in bed to put together a decent meal from the fridge he’d stocked this time last week, when you started looking at him Like That and he couldn’t even bring himself to dread it.

You clench, shifting your foot against his shoulder and lifting your hips into his. The tight little ripple around the base of his cock shoots all the way to the base of his spine, and with a sharp little grunt Katsuki slips his free hand down your belly, stretching his thumb over your tender clit. He can already feel his knot beginning to swell again, pleasure spiking hard when he traps your clit under his thumb and starts to stroke, making you cry out and tense into him all over again.

“Kat…suki, I’m.. g-gonna,” you plead, like he can’t already feel it happening again. Even your scent fluctuates when you’re about to cum, rippled with a sharp little spice that peters into sweetness all over again when you bleed down from that high.

“I gotcha,” he promises gently, hooking his arm more firmly around your calf. “Come on, baby. I gotcha. Come on.”

He dips his hips as low as he can, paying extra attention to the beginning and end of every thrust, to overstimulate those tender spots that line your entrance. It works, because before long you’re digging your heel into the meat of his shoulder and convulsing around his pounding length and gushing hot slick that drips down his balls and coats his pelvis and smears across the low end of his stomach.

“Fuck.” The word hisses from his throat, his body taking the green light of your waning climax long before his brain clues in. He digs his fingers into your thigh and leans forward, stretching it up toward your chest and lets himself go, shoving his hips madly against yours and milking every cruel draw of pleasure from his own body until his thighs are shaking with the resistance of it. When the ecstasy finally boils over he slams his hips as far forward as they’ll go, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting long spurts of cum up into your belly. Your walls stretch eagerly around him as his knot expands completely, sealing his pelvis to yours.

Finally, he shrugs your ankle down his arm, gently straightening your leg out over his thigh as you catch your breath. He’s a little winded, too, never quite ready for the overwhelming sensations of taking you.

“That’s never gonna get old,” he mumbles, bowing over your supine form to rest his dewy forehead on yours.

You’re still panting hard, but you laugh airily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His eyes are closed again but he can feel you grinning and it’s too contagious not to crack a little smile. He ducks his forehead away from yours to nose against the shell of your ear, mouthing gently at your jaw and sliding both hands up and down either side of your torso.

“Better?” he asks, sincere this time. And, sincerely soothed this time, you nod.

“Much better.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be on you all day. He can’t keep himself off of you when you’re coming down from the worst of it, all sweet and pliable and soft in a way that you most certainly are not for the other days in your cycle. You kick his ass without hesitation, and he loves you for it. But you’re irresistible like this.

“Now,” he grunts, still nosing his way down your neck, tonguing the sweet hollow of your scent glands, “hurry up and calm down. I gotta take a leak.”

That urge hasn’t gone anywhere fast, growing shallow and tight in the pit of his groin. But it’s not urgent. Not when he’s locked so sweetly (and securely) into your relaxing depths.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down,” you retort in good humour, glancing down for a heartbeat.

“Say that again and I might not bother waiting,” he threatens easily. The noise that escapes your throat is enough to make him snort, pillowing his head in the crook of your shoulder as you turn sharply to find his eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“You gonna stop me?” He regrets challenging you immediately when you flail instinctively beneath him, wrenching on the base of his knot and drawing a strangled, pained little wheeze from his chest.

“Fuck, I was kidding,” he scolds, pinning your shoulders to the mattress. “Jesus. Welcome back.”

You’re getting your fire back early. Maybe he’s kind of missed it, after all.  

He keeps himself curled over you like that until his knot’s gone down almost all the way, cock softening out of you and letting fresh drips of slick and cum leak onto his thighs. Finally he pulls himself away from you, padding blindly into the bathroom and flipping on the harsh fluorescent light.

He braces one hand on the wall over the toilet as he relieves himself, still half-hard and wavering on his overworked thighs. After he’s washed his hands he wagers a look in the mirror, turning his back and twisting to look over his shoulder and examine the damage.

He goes back to bed smirking, thinking of the long, angry scratches while the memory of their infliction is still fresh.

You are already half-asleep again when he finds you, so he just pulls the sheets up around your shoulders and drops a kiss to your temple. You’re going to want coffee soon, and you’re going to need breakfast. Neither of you have had a proper meal in longer than he’d care to calculate.

When he steps into some undershorts and eases into the open space that makes up the rest of your apartment, he opens the kitchen windows, since you’ll want fresh air when you come out to join him. He’d stopped by the bagel shop on the corner by the agency the last time he was there, leaving work early to come home to you, because he knew you’d want fried eggs on your favourite sesame bagel when you were finally coherent enough to crave food again.

The routines that make up his devotion to you aren’t the things he learned about in health class. They weren’t written down in the books that were unceremoniously shoved at him after he’d presented, nor did the details of your post-heat care list appear on any neatly packaged powerpoint presentation.

He’s picked them up slowly, the hard way, by messing up over and over and over again. They’re things he never even realized he knew about you, until he looks down at his hands and he’s flipping his own egg every few seconds to keep it from browning but leaving yours in the pan to get crisp around the edges.

It feels good to know you so deeply. Even when, sometimes, the flipside is still a little too vulnerable and scary. Even when he’s still harsh and mean, when he still messes up, when he still catches himself on the edge of fury so often.

You picked him anyway, and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to let that mean something.

[kiridarling]

[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

→ Definitely went to work that day

→ Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.

Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.

— k.b

→ When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because he’s taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.

→ Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurant—so fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But you’re his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.

→ Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.

"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?”

→ He’s condescending as fuck but you’re totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsuki’s plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re all over each other, and if it weren’t for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldn’t have.

→ He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bag—it’s clearly full. With what, you may ask?

→ Sex toys!

→ Katsuki’s endgame is simple—make you cum until you can’t anymore. Not that he’s told you explicitly, but he’s got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.

→ Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.

“Again.”

→ So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time you’re on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and you’re so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, it’s fucking impossible for him to give it to you.

→ Upon voicing your concerns, Katsuki’s devilish smile only grows wider.

“You want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckin’ choke on it.”

→ It’s basically cannon that one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. It’s sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.

“S-So good—fuck—such a good whore, taking all of me, aren’t you?”

→ Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.

→ Katsuki’s never been one to take things slow in bed—to him, it’s all hard and fast and now. You’re scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?

→ Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckin’ do it. Fuckin—fuck—”

→ You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and then—

→ Darkness.

→ You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because he’s found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.

→ (And he’ll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, but…what if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)

→ (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)

(Stay safe angels <3)

And speaking of Eijirou...

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

→ Definitely did not go to work that day.

→ Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we don’t talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.

→ The location? A surprise.

→ It’s dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She could’ve at least said bye.

"[Y/N?]"

→ Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it would’ve taken a forever for him to set this up.

→ But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that he’s on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.

“U-Uh.”

→ Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that he’s the least bit nervous for this.

“See…I swear I had planned something to say, but you look…holy shit, um—stunning, you look stunning.”

→ His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, he’s holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.

“Listen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lot—obviously—and I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because you’re like…the love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if I’m going too fast o-or you just don’t wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but um…yeah.”

→ You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. It’s cute.

→ ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His “babe! The ring!” is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

→ No shit, Sherlock.

→ Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.

→ Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?"

“You’re gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s face.”

→ Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.

→ As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.

“Gosh, fuck—I love you so much. A-And I’m really happy you said yes. I…”

→ You cum first and Eijirou isn’t far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancé unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.

→ In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

→ Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.

→ Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.

→ After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the “hardships of being single.” (Denki’s words.)

→ A few hours pass. You’re tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:

“I—uh, y-you are—uhm, no…this is—“

→ You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.

“This was uhm, really fun and uh, I think you’re really cool.”

→ So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.

→ After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denki’s never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. It’s hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.

→ Denki doesn’t expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs.  Due to the fact that there’s alcohol pumping in Denki’s veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, he’s extra-sensitive. And vocal. 

"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that again—yeah, yeah just like that."

→ His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later. 

→ It doesn't take Denki a long time to cum—five minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.

→ To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.

→ Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

→ Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.

"Hello pretty~"

→ Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isn’t shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.

"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?”

→ Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.

→ Denki's tentative about it at first because he’s not sure how you’ll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.

→ His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, he’s practically begging to fuck you.

“Please? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wanna—I need to—please?”

→ Like you needed any convincing in the first place.

→ You ride him per his request—and will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? He’ll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isn’t that great.)

"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."

→ There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)—definitely with you in his lap. When he cums, it’s cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?

→ The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, there’s a note with his number and an explanation:

had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

— kaminari

[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-

also don’t worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]

[constant-creative-chaos]

Dancing with mha characters

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

kiri would ask you out of the blue, you two would probably be hanging out in his dorm one night and he’d just ask

like “baby, dance with me? 🥺”

he’d have his arms around you’re waist ofc, and he’d lay your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

he isn’t a good dancer but it’s all good, as long as you’re happy then he’s happy to dance with you

he wouldn’t do much other than sway, considering his poor skills

but he’d definetly him along to the songs

speaking of the songs, he’d probably play really cheesy love songs because he’s like that

laughs everytime either he or you messes up, he finds it amusing

ends up goofing off more towards the end

rating: 100/10, in conclusion, i love kirishima

you sat on kirishima’s bed, stretched out comfortably. your back against his headboard and his head in your lap, your fingers scratching gently against his scalp. he hummed along to the music playing, some song made a few years ago.

the song changed and he looked up at you, excitement flickering in his eyes, “baby, wanna dance with me?”

you stopped scratching his scalp for a moment, thinking about it. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah, i do, kiri,”

you’d have to ask him, like a lot

be persistent!!

it’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with you

it’s just that he has no fucking clue how to dance and doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he’s just s u c h a great dancer and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about your skills

no but he’s struggling,, he has no idea what he’s doing

“katsuki, just put your hands on-” “tch, i know what i’m doing dumbass”

he figures it out eventually, he had one had on your hip and the other holding yours

he buried his head in your neck so you don’t see his blush

he’s practically silent, only speaking to make a remark when you trip

he actually finds it really endearing

rating: katsuki, marry me

“katsuki, you gotta take a break. it isn’t good for you to keep at it like this,” you said rubbing his shoulder.

“yeah and what else would i do?” he grumbled, pushing his hand further down the pencil.

bakugou had been working non-stop on homework since he’d returned to the dorms that day. he had yet to take a break and he needed it, and you were about to force him into relaxing for a bit if he spent another second writing.

a small sigh left him before reaching up and grabbing your hand on his shoulder. He rubbed small shapes with his thumb and apologized.

“if you dance with me then we’ll be even,”

“alright shitty-(feature),” he paused before looking up at you through his eyelashes, “you and dancing.”

boy oh boy, sero and you dance so often

he loves dancing with you and DAMN is he good at it

he’ll dance with you at any point in time, for any reason

he spins you a lot, he’ll even lift you a little if he’s feeling it

it’s super playful

he dips you all the time

baby has the moves and loves teaching you

he’ll dance to any song, especially if you’re with him

he’s always laughing either you or talking to you while you dance together

rating: 10000/10, dancing king, only seventeen 🎶

“Mi sol, when did you get so good at this?”

sero spun you wildly in the spot, twirling you under his hand. you laughed and tumbled into his chest, still seeing the room spin around you. sero pulled back slightly to see you and your unfocused eyes.

“beginners bad luck finally wore off, i guess!”

he smiled down at you, waiting for you to lose the dizzy feeling of turning like that. he enjoyed your smile while you watched the room. but the second you’re eyes focused again he was moving around the room with you again.

“you’d best not drop me, hanta-”

he’d take you out dancing

endeavour payed for dance lessons when he was a kid - he couldn’t have his prodigy dancing like an idiot

this is an endeavour hate page

he took formal dancing lessons and would 100% take a while to loosen up with you

but he holds you very delicately, with one hand on the small of you’re back and the other holding yours

as he loosens up and relaxes he holds you closer to him

and i mean this is shouto todoroki we’re talking about, he’s quiet the whole time

he just watches you with a small smile on his face, cute as fuck-

would teach you to ballroom dance at some point, if you didn’t know

rating: 15/10, he’s a rich boy, he knows his moves

“sho, this is wonderful,” you grinned at him, “really, i appreciate this.”

he returned the smile, taking your hand in his and pulling you forward on to the dance floor. you straightened your clothes out and took his lead. the two of you began moving around the room together, following the rhythme of the song playing.

“you know how to dance formally?” he asked, watching you move with grace.

“i have no clue what i’m doing, i’m just following you,”

you’d ask and he’d: “y-you want to- i mean i’m not a good dancer- are you sure?? why??”

he’s so nervous, just give him some reassurance and he’ll be fine

he is always making sure he isn’t making you uncomfortable

he’d let you pick the music or chose from your playlist

he’d hold you by the hips after asking a few times if that was okay

he isn’t the best but he picks it up pretty quickly

he probably asked iida for dance lessons after this

n e ways, he’d probably be red the whole time

rating: 12/10, his nervousness is actually really endearing

he put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, glancing up to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, moving closer to him. you started swaying to the song playing and he followed your lead. the two of you starting to step around.

“are you sure you’re okay with this,” he tapped his fingers against your hip.

you hummed and rested your head on his shoulder, finding dancing with him comforting, “ ‘s okay, izuku. i promise.”

he kissed you on the crown of your head and continued moving to the music. he started relaxing and fully taking in the moment.

tenya iida, my main man,, he also got dance lessons when he was younger

fuckin rich boy

he short circuited when you asked, just give him a moment

he was probably super excited but kept it under control

he almost certainly played some sort of ballroom music (does that make sense??)

mans full on waltzed with you-

but he’d also do a more casual dance if you wanted

he held you small of your back and waist, he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable

he’d only be goofy if you guys are just fooling around and making jokes while dancing

other than that he’s pretty quiet

rating: 20/10, tenya please wear some goddamn contacts during training

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” iida flushed deeply, stopping his movements.

despite his time practicing dance and his thought out movements, he’s stepped on your foot. he was apologizing profusely while you just stood and laughed lightly, watching his arm chop down.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched my step and- wait are you laughing?”

“iida, it’s okay. you have nothing to worry about.”

he’d probably just randomly start dancing with you

like you could be dancing around while cleaning and he’d just join you

baby can’t dance, he just can’t

but he acts like he can

would twirl you constantly and he’d try to dip you but fail miserably 😭

electric slide lookin ass

probably just starts his playlist and dances to random songs

he’s so goofy omg-

doesnt stop laughing or teasing you

rating: 30/30, sounds like a vibe

“you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal!”

denki stood on his toes, head tipped downward, and his hand positioned like he was dipping a fedora. at this point he had crashed into the table and knocked a chair over. this man was to never be trusted near anything fragile.

he took your hand and spun you around him, trying to keep you from the chair on the floor. after he spun you he spun himself, this time tripping over the chair and tumbling into the fridge.

“denki are you okay? are you okay, denki?” you sang along with the song playing.

sunshine man, he would 100% dance with you

but you’d have to ask, the thought just wouldn’t come to his mind

and he is worse than denki

but he has so much fun with it that it doesn’t matter

he spins you and lifts you, it’s so fun

he’s so goofy and playful, not a serious moment

he accidentally activated his quirk while dipping you, that hurt

but he loves dancing with you

and he pokes fun at his own dancing, he finds it really amusing

and he hyped you up so much

rating: 1000000/10, overall a perfect experience

a squeal left your mouth as your feet left the ground, mirio’s hands clutching your waist tightly. you grabbed on to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he put you back on the ground and continued dancing along to the music. he shimmed his shoulders and bopped his head to the beat. or at least tried.

“i know that you can’t help but watch my horrible dancing but you gotta dance with me, can’t be the only bad dancer here!”

you shook your head and took his hands, shimmying along with him. man was mirio was a bad dancer but he made it so much fun

you’d ask him and he would just not get why you’d wanna dance with him

he wouldn’t object to it, it’s just that he’s sure that he’s a bad dancer and that others are so much better and

would hide his face in your neck and hold you really tightly to him

and he’s so nervous

if he stepped on you he’d let go of you and just stand in a corner for hours

but honestly, he’s actually a really good dancer

if you guys dance more he’ll start goofing off and doing stuff like spinning you

probably doesn’t put on music and if he did it would be off of his chill playlist

rating: 80/10, might be my ideal situation

you and amajiki had barely moved from where you guys started, not that it mattered. you two had been swaying more than dancing, but it was peaceful and relaxing. that’s what mattered. he had he’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his head was hidden in your neck. you felt his smile and uneven breathes brushing against your skin.

some old slow song played from your phone, one he chose. both of you were happy with the closeness and intimacy of the moment, but tamaki was happy he just hadn’t stepped on you. god that would have killed him. but he had yet to, and he was thankful.

“thank you, tama,” you smiled gently, “this is nice.”

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Pink - Bakugou Katsuki

You wonder what he’d think- if he knew how much time you spent just watching him sleep.

Actually, you know exactly what he’d think. He’d probably curse you out- yelling and screaming something about stalking and you being a weirdo. You think it’d probably be worth it though; because he’d probably blush too. And you’d always thought pink was always an especially good color on him. 

Right now, though, Bakugou is nothing but molten gold. His skin has gone 15 shades of flaxen, baked sun-soaked shimmering in the early morning rays. He lies still and sated on the pillow, his hair just barely brushing against your forehead when he breathes deep. He’s the kind of beautiful you’d always found yourself wishing for. Something so solid and true- undeniable even if he tried so hard to hide it behind a scowl.

“Go back to sleep.” He mumbles, cheek pressed up against the pillow. “Bein’ weird.”

Ahh- there it is. Weird. Not exactly weirdo, but the intention is still the same so you’ll still give yourself the point. It’s a tough game, reading Bakugou’s mind, but you’ve become pretty good at it. Well, as good as anybody could be considering the man in question.

“Sorry.” You whisper, but you’re not really sorry. You never are. “I’ll stop.” 

He just snuffles something incoherent, hardly even fluttering his eyes when his hands wrap around your waist. Bakugou always seem to run a little hot, a little more molten than everybody else, but he’s especially warm in the morning. He always is- all wandering fingertips and smooth skin, trailing paths like pavement in the heat of summer. 

“Go to sleep.”

“I heard you the first time, grumpy.” You laugh quietly, threading your fingers through his hair. “But just because you’re sleeping in doesn’t mean I have to.”

He doesn’t seem particularly thrilled by that answer, muttering something under his breath. You can’t exactly hear the words, but you know what they mean. Bakugou isn’t ready to wake up yet so that means you shouldn’t be either.

Silly man.

He just barely cracks his eyes open, blinking the bright light away. As always, he doesn’t really say much. Or react much to anything, really. All he does is lay there, much more still than he usually is, and look up at you. Sometimes his eyes will flutter a bit, when you card your fingers through his hair just right, but other than that he’s entirely inert. It’s an unusual sort of softness for a man like him, someone so hellbent on constantly being in motion- but you’d come to appreciate it all the same.

When he’s like this, quiet and tranquil, you can’t help but stare right back. You’d always thought his red eyes were pretty, but in the early morning light, you swear they’re something effervescent. They always go a little translucent then. A little like finely-spun gossamer as he looks at you, normal fiery red caught half-way between sated carmine and cherry wine.

He just breathes in the quiet, blinking slowly at you and waiting. You give in first. You always do.

“Come here, already.” You say.

That’s all the invitation he needs, because then he’s shifting, scooting closer and lying directly on top of you. It’s not a graceful affair, it never is with him, but eventually Bakugou settles- nuzzling in the crook of your neck, as he pulls you in closer.

“You’re cold.” He slurs. “Really fuckin’ cold.”

“No, you’re just warm. ‘s not the same thing.”

Apparently the words aren’t enough for him, because then he’s rubbing a large palm at your side- slipping under the fabric of your shirt to better create warm friction against your skin. It’s a gesture that makes your heart swell. One you already know Bakugou won’t admit to when he’s fully awake. Still, you don’t think it matters very much in the end. Whether or not he’ll let you say it out loud, Katsuki always seems to leave you a lot warmer in his wake. 

“Go to sleep.”

“I heard you, already.” You giggle, dropping a quick kiss to his hair. “I’ll try, but you can just go back to sleep, you know.”

“Don’t get up.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good. Cause I fuckin’ said so.”

“No, because I don’t really want to in the first place.” You whisper against the shell of his ear. He shudders in you arms, and you smile. “But sure, whatever makes you feel better, Katsuki.” 

He doesn’t say anything verbally, but he does nip at your neck in warning. It makes you squirm at bit, but he just gathers you closer, huffing like you’re wasting his time. 

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep again after that. He’s out, warm and weighty on top of you in hardly minutes. 

Later, when he wakes up again, he’ll push you away from him. He’ll scoot to the other end of the bed like you burned him; burying his face in the pillows, those same ones you bought for his side that he never actually uses but says he does. It’s an entire scene, every morning without fail, but it’s still worth it though.

Because when he finally lifts his head, he’ll be blushing- and you’d always thought pink was an especially good color on him.

--/--

y’all rlly spoke huh :)) as u should !! eat up simps,, 

lmao this is just the first of prob like 4-5 lil half-finished drafts imma post throughout today and tomorrow. hope u enjoyed !! :))

[dolliedarlin]

s a f e  i n  h i s  a r m s ⏤katsuki b. 

s u m m a r y : after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can't shake you off from clinging onto his arm.

l e n g t h : 2.9k

g e n r e : fluff

w a r n i n g s : cursing from our beloved explosion boy

p a i r i n g : bakugou katsuki x f.reader

a / n : this idea came out of nowhere so instantly got to writing it. i'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. this honestly gives me Juvia and Gray vibes from Fairy Tail...they were my favorite couple after all so, yeah...even reader has a water quirk -oopsie! whelp! we can see where my inspiration comes from at least. enjoy they read my lovelies!

It all started when Bakugou saved you during a rescue exercise that went horribly wrong for you.

The ceiling had collapsed from above you and, no matter how fast you were at trying to avoid the falling debris, it was still able to trap your leg. With it's crushing weight, several bones in your leg were snapped, leaving you vulnerable and immobile. Your horrifying cry of pain could be heard throughout the building as it bounced off the walls, alerting your classmates, who were sent into an instant panic.

Most of them had traversed through the fragile maze left by the torn-down structure as you had stubbornly stayed behind to ensure that everything transpired smoothly behind your teammates. With the frail state of the infrastructure, it was difficult for your team to travel back to your location without possibly triggering further collateral damage that could potentially cause further harm to you.

Things weren't looking their brightest.

The pain in your leg had crawled up the rest of your body and paralysed you with its stinging bite. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you had to be strong, you couldn't just sit around and wait for help. That isn't what a future hero should do. With the dry air around you, you wouldn't be able to use your quirk so you got started on trying to push away the sizable chunk of ceiling that had trapped your leg beneath it yourself.

It didn't take long before you realised that your attempts were futile. Judging from the way your arms shock under the weight as you awkwardly gripped at the ceiling fragment, you wouldn't be able to get out on your own. Losing hope, you let your tears accumulate to the surface of your eyes and were just about to let them flood over your lashes when an explosion broke a hole in the wall to the right of you. The instant you turned to its direction, your (e/c) orbs met with the piercing red eyes of Bakugou. The explosive blonde didn't say anything and just hurried to your side with a scowl, easily lifting the weight off of your leg before delivering a blast that pushed the hard stone ceiling over onto it's back. You were about to say your thanks when the blonde saw the state of your leg and grumbled as he picked you up in his arms and made a run for the exit he had made.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, primarily because the jumbled emotions you were going through was hard to process individually as well as conjointly. However, one thing that you were sure of as you stared up at the frowning blonde carrying you in his arms, was that you had never felt safer than in that moment.

After that day, the way you acted around Bakugou was never the same.

You never really had a fixed friendship group. Sometimes you would sit with Midoriya and his friends, sometimes with the Bakusquad, sometimes with the rest of your classmates (but not Mineta) and even with those from class 2B. However, you were beginning to hang around the Bakusquad more and more after the incident of your rescue.

None of them really complained about it, not even Bakugou, in fact, they loved that you were spending time with them, especially Mina as she finally had another girl to help her through the other boys' antics. It was a surprising thing coming from her, seeing as she partook in mischievous antics of her own from time to time, sometimes, even joining in with Kaminari and Sero's playful pranks.

Truthfully, you seemed to be the only other level-headed person aside from Kirishima in Baukgou's eyes so, although he was grumbling under his breath at first, he wasn't too opposed at your newly established presence amongst the group of 'annoying weirdos that followed him around'.

This was a good sign for you and helped you to quickly get comfortable around the blonde.

Nobody knew this about you at the time but you're actually a very affectionate person, you just haven't been able to find someone to direct that affection towards so you've been a bit touch-staved. That was getting fixed really soon, however, because, now, you know exactly who to shower your affection on.

It started with little things such as simply standing closer to Bakugou than usual. He would throw you a narrowed glare but after you flashed him a smile, he would relent with a huff as he turned his attention away from you. It didn't take long for him to get used to you being so close but the instant he had grown familiar with your close proximity, you gave him a reason to send another harsh stare and growl your way.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my hand you stupid extra?!" he snapped at you, almost showering you in saliva from the way he was shouting in your face.

"Holding your hand," you replied bluntly, flashing a wide grin up at him with your eyes closed. In protest, the explosive blonde tried to tug your hand away, shouting demands for you to let go. This is when he realised that you had suddenly grown a monstrous amount of strength as he wasn't able to successfully pull his hand away from you. In fact, his tugging had the opposite effect and encouraged you, to not only, interlace your fingers with his but also to hug his arm to your chest using your other hand.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Don't you like holding my hand, Bakugou?" you asked with an endearing pout and subtle whine in your voice as you looked up at him with big teary eyes.

"NO! I DON'T!" his hopes of getting you to let go proved futile as you just continued to smile and hold him tightly. Eventually, he gave up and let you cuddle his arm throughout the school day, glaring at the people that dared to look and point. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all commented on his laughable position, chuckling under their breath at how it didn't suit him to be so close and affectionate with a girl.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SAY THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARDS AND I'LL BLAST YOUR FACES OFF!" he was about to chase them down as they shouted and ran away from him, their laughter hanging in the air. If only you weren't still hugging his arm.

"Don't do that Bakugou," you pouted and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

"Hah?" he gave you a look of offended confusion. No one dared to keep him from beating up those idiots, who called themselves his friends, before.

"I'll have to let go of your arm if you do that,"

Bakugou doesn't know why but he didn't put up much of a fight after seeing how dejected you looked at the idea of having to let go of his arm.

As time progressed, many people grew bolder in teasing Bakugou as your holds on the male grew even more restricted, which gave them ample time to run away if need be.

One day, when you had been cuddling into Bakugou's side whilst hanging out in the common room with the rest of his group, Kaminari couldn't hold back his jealousy at the fact that someone as ill-tempered as Bakugou was getting more attention from a girl than he was.

"I can't believe you get cuddles from (Y/N) every day, Bakugou," Kaminari began as you giggled in return, "It's Not Fair!" the electric emitter cried with tears in his eyes.

"Then you have her!" Bakugou barked, attempting to pry you off him just to throw you at Kaminari as you flashed the explosive boy an extremely upset expression.

"No!" you cried, clinging onto him as tightly as possible, "I only wanna cuddle Bakugou!"

At this, the explosion quirk user sighed in exasperation and slumped back into his seat on the sofa, letting you sit on his lap and nuzzling into his chest as his arms stayed immobile at his sides. In the background, Kirishima set about comforting Kaminari as Mina and Sero laughed at the comical scene before them.

Your need to cuddle and be close to Bakugou didn't stop there, however, you even had the guts to embrace him at inconvenient times.

There were instances where Bakugou would be cooking dinner in the dorm kitchen and you'd come up to hug him from behind. His only response to your embrace, after you had done this to him time and time again, was to continue cooking and to cook enough for the two of you.

The first few times you were valiant enough to bring the red-eyed temper teen into your arms, he had put up his usual fight before ultimately giving up. The case would be that you'd skip up to him with your usual close-eyed smile, pull him into a hug that he wouldn't return as he'd do his best to continue whatever it was that he was doing, treating you like dead-weight hanging off his torso. Sometimes, he needed to throw you over his shoulder or carry you in his arms to be able to do whatever he had to do properly.

Take for example, walking up a set of stairs, he would throw you over his shoulder and make his way up the steps as quickly as possible to ensure that fewer people saw. Times when you had been particularly eager to stand beside him, even when he's training, he'd use you for practice.

It started off as your idea, actually.

"Why don't you pretend that I'm an injured person and carry me in your arms as you run to safety?" you suggested as you held your arms out, smiling happily up at him. He was stubborn at first but eventually, he was carrying you in his arms as he ran laps on the UA track lines. It felt so good to be in his arms again that you would always end up nuzzling your face into his neck no matter how sweaty he got.

"Don't do that, idiot. I'm fucking sweaty!" he'd reprimand you often.

"But I like your sweat Bakugou,"

"HAH?!"

"It saved me that one time and I'm sure it'll save me and others many more times in the future too," you'll never forget the tomato-red blush his face flourished into that day.

Nobody knows why you came across as so persuasive to the blonde that he let you do whatever you wanted. However, from their observations and the speculation that stayed between the rest of class 1A ended up reasoning that Bakugou was too touch-starved to willingly fight you off him. It was cute. The two of you were secretly dubbed the cutest couple in class 1A despite not officially dating.

Your admirable persistence at staying beside Bakugou at all hours of the day has continued for several months, and now, Bakugou as well as the rest of your classmates, wouldn't be able to see you without seeing the explosive blonde close by. Often times, you would cuddle up to him on the common room sofas as he read a book or played the games he was forced into doing by his 'idiot' friends. Your interactions were amusing to watch and helped the rest of your classmates see a different side to Bakugou.

The desire you had to stay by Bakugou's side flourished and blossomed over the months as your initiation on being close to him made you learn more endearing things about him. He's very misunderstood so you're glad you took the time to get to know him.

"You don't mean to be mean, do you, Katsuki?" you whispered his name with the most affection and ever so gently as you reached up a hand to tenderly caress his sleeping face. He had managed to fall asleep with everyone else at a weekend night together. The previous week had been exhausting and so the Bakusquad suggested an evening of fun to lift the weight of stress off everyone's shoulders before another week of stress is piled on top of them again. "I sometimes wish more people can see the good in you," you continued, suppressing a yawn, "but I'm greedy,"

Bakugou will never admit that he heard your little confession that night as you slipped into the world of sleep cuddled into his chest atop him.

As of recently, you had been pestering Bakugou to hug you back whenever you went up to embrace him but he wasn't going to willingly comply until he found out why exactly you were being so clingy. He knows he isn't the best person to be affectionate with and that you somehow were able to see through that, not that he would ever admit to there being something deeper going on behind his constant untamable temper.

The blonde can see you with so many other guys who were more deserving of you than he was, like Kirishima and even that stupid Deku. No matter how irritated it made him feel to see you with other guys, he knows that it was ultimately better for you to be affectionate towards them than him. It didn't make sense to that someone like you was always so desperate to be beside someone like him.

The day he saved you during the rescue exercise was a one-time thing. That couldn't be your only reason. Bakugou needed to know your way of thinking and decide for himself if it was equitable enough to let you continue what you were doing or to push you towards someone else, whether you do it willingly or not, he didn't care. He needed to focus on becoming the number one hero, not you.

It wasn't until the class had another hero rescue exercise that Bakugou finally got an answer to the reasoning behind your behavior towards him.

Somehow, the two of you ended up trapped together. Bakugou could easily cause an explosion to get out but not without causing the rest of the building collapse atop both of you at a rate and amount that would overwhelm the explosion emitter. Your water emitting quirk was limited at the moisture in the dry air surrounding you so you wouldn't be able to help much if you wanted to.

Despite the dire situation, you were still smiling and moving about without a care in the world.

"What are you smiling about idiot?!" Bakugou snapped at you, his frustration at his helpless situation making him act out, what made it all the more infuriating, however, was knowing that you knew from the gentle and understanding smile you directed towards him.

"Because you're with me Bakugou," he was speechless, "whenever I'm with you, I know I'm safe so I can be calm and think of things rationally," your smile only grew at his stunned and blinking expression, it took a moment but a boost of Bakugou's ego was soon rushing in as he felt his heart do something weird in his chest. It made him blush but you didn't need to see that so he quickly turned away so that the only evidence of the blush on his face you witnessed was at the tips of his ears, "in fact, I think I have an idea on how to get out,"

Using your water quirk, you drew as much moisture from the air as you could before you took a limited amount from your lungs. You fashioned the water in your hands into a gentle drill that you then used to dig your way out from the building. You needed to take multiple breaks, however, as utilising water from your lungs required you to hold your breath but in no time at all, you and Bakugou were out and safe.

After that day, Bakugou finally hugged you back every time you embraced him.

He became less grumbly at the fact that you were always reaching out to touch and cuddle up to him, actually, he made it a point that you would only want to be close to him and no one else. Everyone practically saw the hidden smirk on his lips every time he pressed your happily smiling face into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, with his smirk all the boys around him he would glower at as if to stake his claim over you and the affection you were showering him with.

Bakugou could get used to this. He should've given you a chance earlier because he surprisingly liked having you wrapped up in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, your chest pressed up against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Katsuki," you looked up at him as he grunted in return, maneuvering your face back into the junction between his shoulder and neck. It was a place that your face fit perfectly into and he needed you to always have your face pressed up against that area or else his neck would feel too exposed and naked, "since you're okay with hugging me back now..."

"What is it?" you didn't answer so he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "Spit it out,"

"Can I have a kiss?"

“Uh-“

n a v i . | bnha mlist

[fa-headhoncho]

Fake Boyfriend: Part 3

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Prompt: The fake dating plan has some... complications.

Word Count: 1351

Reader: Female

Warning: Americanized. Leading up to drama, if I still to the plan lol. lmk if u want to be tagged

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

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It was the weekend once again and the plan for the was to go to the mall with some of the class. You were very excited since it’s been a while since you left the campus other than the patrols during your internship. Getting up early, showering, and even putting on a cute outfit.

You bounce down the stairs, sending the girls a wave before making a b-line to the kitchen. Katsuki stands at the counter, preparing the plate of food he just cooked. The sound of someone rummaging through the cabinets near catches his attention.

He turns around and nearly drops the pan of eggs onto the floor. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to reach the top shelf… in a dress. He hasn’t seen you in a dress since your elementary school graduation and he was flustered. Yea, he sees you in a skirt every day in class but this was different. The way the garment hugged your curves and accentuated your--

“Can you help me, Suki?” Your sweet voice snaps him out of his daze. He nods, fearing his voice would reveal the effect you had on him. He quickly sets down the pan and makes his way over to you. “Can you grab the Sugar-O’s?”

“Tch.” He shakes his head at you, his mind finally piecing itself back together to scold you. “You are not eating Sugar-O’s for breakfast. You’re going to feel like shit all day if you eat a shitty meal.”

You immediately pout out your bottom lip causing him to let out a sigh. Years of friendship have taught you what you needed to do for the blonde to give you what you want. It was a true talent. “Please, Bubba?” You beg, putting the nail in the coffin.

“No.” He spits out in your face. You let out a scoff, shoulders dropping as he saunters back to the counter to continue his task.

“Well, what am I supposed to eat then?”

He just shakes his head, holding back a chuckle at your child-like actions. “Will you stop whining for ten seconds?” He grumbles out.

“I haven’t eaten since last night, Katsuki, I’m starv--” You cut yourself when he spins back around to look at you. A warmth starts from your toes and climbs up the rest of your body as you see the two plates of food in his hands. “You made me breakfast?”

He rolls his eyes, “No, I made too much food and I know your dumbass would want some.” He simply states but you know it’s a lie. He’s skilled enough in the culinary arts that he knew how much of each ingredient to put in to make the correct portion size for one plate. He specifically made enough to share with you and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Are you going to take it or stand there?” Katsuki gestures to his outstretched hand holding the food.

You give him a grateful smile as you grab it, daring to lean forward and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, bubba.” You whisper in his ear before walking away.

Katsuki bites his lip, trying to push down the blush that was fighting to spread across his cheeks. He lifts his head and watches you join the girls at the table, a small feeling of disappointment washes over him since he wanted to enjoy breakfast with his girlfriend.

She’s not my girlfriend. He has to remind himself.

The girls and you chat about the day ahead while eating your breakfast. The group planned a day to the mall and were trying to narrow down which shops they wanted to stop by. Some of the boys were coming along as well but were still sleeping so they weren’t here to discuss.

“I hope Todoroki is going.” Momo absently says, eyes dazed as she drags a finger around the rim of her teacup.

“I’m not sure.” Orchaco looks over to Mina who shrugs in response. “Izuku said that some of the guys are coming and he didn’t mention him--” Momo’s shoulders drop but no one takes notice, “--Is Bakugo coming?”

All eyes turn to you as you happily munch at the delicious pancakes. You have to ask Katsuki for the recipe, they were the best thing you’ve eaten in months. The fork was still hanging out of your mouth when you notice that the girls’ attention was on you.

You quickly gulp down the bite and raise your eyebrows. “Sorry, what was the question?”

Mina lets out a chuckle, “Is Bakugo going to the mall with us?”

A small blush coats your cheeks and you duck your head away from them, hoping that they don’t see it. “Probably not, he’s not much of a social person.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll come if you mention you’re going.” Mina counters, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. The girls let out various hums of agreements, some even giggling. “He’s seemed to enjoy movie night.”

Your blush spreads from your cheeks to your whole face at the memory. After you dozed off, you woke up the next morning with your head on Katsuki’s chest and him sprawled out under you on the couch.

“Who knew Bakugo had a soft side.” Hagakure coos out, her arms close together showing that she was clasping her invisible hands. “So, are you guys together?”

You don’t trust your voice so you nod. A few of the girls let out excited squeals and move to your side, spewing out questions at ten miles an hour. You hate this kind of attention, especially since it was all coming from a lie.

“I don’t know how it happened really… we kind of just started dating.” You say what comes to mind since you didn’t think about this part of the plan. “And, he’s always had a soft side with me. Nothing has changed between us… he’s still my best friend just with a different title.”

“That’s adorable.” Hagakure gleams. “I never really thought Bakugo would get a girlfriend.” She quietly admits leading some of the other girls to nod too.

You furrow your eyebrows at them, confused about why they say that. Yea, he’s never had any other girlfriend in the past but that is only because he never wanted one. You knew they meant no harm at the comment but there was a fit of slight anger lingering inside you at their words.

“There’s a lot more to Katsuki than just exploding fists. Under all that anger, there’s a soft little teddy bear.” You tell them with a dreamy expression on your face. “He’s just... “ You go to continue but stop yourself since you know Katsuki would kill you if you mentioned any of the vulnerable moments you’ve had with him. You didn’t want to break the trust you had built up with him over the years just to prove something.

You let out a sigh, eyes going back to the plate of food in front of you. “Bakugo has a very complicated personality and once you figure it out, it’s hard not to love him.” You meant it, growing up with him was easy but when you came back from school it was like you had to start over with him.

His aggressive personality developed into what it is now, a defensive wall to block anyone who would get in his way to becoming the number one hero. And you admired that, his passion and determination was beautiful. But once you broke down those walls, you saw the real Bakugo Katsuki. The one who reads romance novels before he goes to bed; the one who still slept with the same teddy bear from his childhood; and the one who is constantly reevaluating what he did so he could improve.

What you didn’t realize is that the said boy could hear the entire conversation from his spot in the kitchen. A small smirk on his face at your confession. A hopeful voice in the back of his head says to maybe make this dating scheme a reality.

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fake bf: @yn-dreamlife @yaskna @bakugouswh0r3 @bkgkhaos @addictofsupernatural @littlemaladaptivedaydreamer @thoroughlycaffeinated @riot-race @missyredbean @speedmetalqueen @anime-weeb-bnha

[hxwks-gf]

*✧･ﾟ:* two little lines

bakugo x fem!reader

summary: surprise! you’re pregnant. wait, that’s not the only surprise...

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of throwing up, swearing, mentions of alcohol

w/c: 2k 

request: I just read your Bakugou gets turned into a kid fic and it was so adorable, especially since he done well knew what he was doing( the brat lol) Anyhow I wanted to request either Bakugou( pro hero of course) reacting to the news that he and his female S/O are having either twins or triplets.

a/n: THANK U FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST IN, ANON!! i loved writing it so much, and soft bakugo is my fav bakugo. enjoy my loves!

“Katsuki, I really don’t feel well,” you said as you came out of the bathroom, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. 

Your husband looked up from the piece of his gear he was tinkering with. “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve felt really sick to my stomach for a day or two now,” you explained, sitting at the edge of the bed and closing your eyes. You could feel another wave of nausea coming over you at full speed. “Oh, God--” You clapped a hand over your mouth and ran straight to the toilet again, making it just in time before you violently puked the last remains of your breakfast into the porcelain. 

“Y/N?” he called from the bedroom. A few seconds later and you heard his bare footsteps on the tile floor. His warm hand placed itself on your forehead and pushed back your sweaty hair. “Hey, let’s get you to the doctor, alright?” 

“No,” you moaned into the bowl, “I don’t want to go to the doctor yet, it’s just the stomach flu or something. I just need to rest.” 

“Don’t be stubborn,” Bakugo growled, squatting beside you. He wrinkled his nose at the contents of the toilet. “Let’s go.” 

“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow,” you said, cracking open your teary eyes at him. He had that hard-set look on his face, the don’t-even-try-to-argue-with-me one. You had seen it enough over the last few years of your marriage. “Can you just take me to the store so I can get some medicine?” 

“Tch,” he grunted, rolling his eyes. “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you out of this apartment in this state.” 

“Katsuki.” 

He tipped his head back and let loose an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me, woman.” 

You held out a hand and he helped you to your feet. He muttered incoherently while you got dressed, something along the lines of “--doesn’t know how to rest--” and “--never listens to me--”. After you were dressed, he at least made you drink some water before driving you to the nearby corner store. 

The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes as you perused the aisles with a basket in hand, mindlessly putting cans of soup, stomach medicine, and orange juice into it. Bakugo grumbled to himself a few feet behind you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. 

“I’ll be right back,” he grunted, and disappeared down the snack aisle, leaving you by yourself near the pharmacy. 

As you wandered down the rows and rows of medicine, looking for anything else you might need for the stomach flu, you saw something on display near the counter that made you stop and stare. 

“There’s no way,” you murmured, walking up to them and picking one up. You flipped the thin box in your hand and scanned the back for more information. When was the last time you had your period? On a hunch, you dropped the box into your basket and hurried towards the check-out before Bakugo caught up with you again. 

The cashier rang you up and bagged your items, and you felt another wave of nausea starting to build in the pit of your stomach. Thankfully, Bakugo rounded the corner empty-handed, and headed straight for you. 

“Got everything you need?” he said, guiding you out of the store. 

“Mhmm,” you absentmindedly hummed, trying not to think about the little box at the bottom of your bag. 

The drive back to the apartment was silent, as was the walk up. Bakugo offered to take your bags but you vehemently denied his help, giving him a string of excuses and making a beeline for the bathroom again. 

You locked the door and leaned back against the wall, sliding down until you were in a seated position with your knees brought up to your chest. You were scared. The plastic bag was staring at you on the floor, just waiting to be opened. With a trembling sigh, you pulled out the little thin box and opened the pregnancy test. 

Two lines. That meant pregnant, right? 

You couldn’t tell how long you spent staring at the little stick in your hands, or how many times you had read and re-read the little instruction booklet. 

Two lines. 

Pregnant. 

You licked your lips in anticipation and unlocked the bathroom door. You could hear Bakugo tinkering with his hero gear in the bedroom again. 

“You were in there for a while, are you okay--” His sentence was cut short when he looked up at you standing in the doorway, holding the stick in your hands. “What’s wrong?” 

“Katsuki, I’m pregnant.” 

The screwdriver he held in his hands fell out of his grasp and clattered to the floor. Within seconds he was getting up from the bed and gathering you in his arms, his chin tucking itself in the crook of your neck. 

“K-Katsuki?” you said, utterly surprised. 

“Are you being serious?” he said, voice muffled in your shoulder. 

“Of course I’m being serious.” You gently pulled out of his embrace, but he still kept you close. “Look. Two lines.” 

He looked down at the test in your hand. His own fingers reached up and wrapped themselves around it, his brows coming together in the center of his forehead. He stared at it so intensely without saying a word, you were concerned he had lost some screws. 

“Katsuki?” you said again, gently. “What...what are you feeling?” 

“I know I've never been good with talking about my emotions,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “But this--this makes me feel like the happiest fucker in the entire world.” 

With those words, the gate that held your own emotions in check completely shattered and you fell into a mess of happy sobs, excited laughs, and exhilarated kisses. You’re not sure when it happened, but the two of you ended up kneeling together on the floor, still holding onto the test like your lives depended on it, crying and laughing and kissing. The only other time you had ever seen Bakugo cry was the first time he saw you walk down the aisle at your wedding. 

“I can’t believe it,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I really can’t.” 

“Pregnant,” you breathed, still in awe. “We’re going to have a baby.” 

“Listen to me.” Bakugo let go of your hands and cradled your cheeks, looking directly into your eyes. “I love you. You are not going to lift a finger for the next nine months, do you understand me, woman?” 

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I would expect nothing less from you.” 

“Doctor’s office. Tomorrow morning.” 

“Well, it sounds like you’re about six weeks along,” the obstetrician explained, pulling on a pair of clean gloves. “Let’s get the ultrasound going so you guys can hear the heartbeat.” 

You squeezed Bakugo’s hand excitedly. He sat beside you, watching the doctor’s every single movement like a hawk. She had you lean back and lift up your shirt to expose the little baby bump that was already starting to show. 

“Alright,” she said, pushing the scanner over your lubricated belly and watching the fuzzy screen intently. You had no idea what she was looking at, it just looked like big blotches of black and white moving around. “Oh--there we are!” 

This time, it was Bakugo that squeezed your hand with excitement. You looked over at him, seeing how focused he was on the little screen. 

“Oh, what have we here?” 

You whipped your head back to the doctor. “What is it? Is something wrong?” 

“Looks like you’ve got two buns in your oven,” the obstetrician said, pointing to the screen. “See that? Two heartbeats.” 

“T-twins?” you gasped, feeling Bakugo’s hand go limp in your grasp. “We’re having twins?” 

“Congrats, Mom and Dad,” she said with a grin, clicking off the scanner and cleaning the jelly off of your stomach. “Twins are much more common than you think.” She stood up and stripped off her gloves. “I’ll be right back with some paperwork for the pharmacy and give you two a moment in private.” 

As the door closed behind her, you looked at Bakugo. He was still staring at the little ultrasound still visible on the screen, his mouth slack and his eyes wide. 

“Honey?” you said, tilting your head. “Did you hear what she said?” 

“Twins,” he whispered in awe. 

Your face broke into a smile and you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Twins.” 

“So, what’s the special occasion?” Kirishima asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. 

“Get your feet off of there,” Bakugo snapped, swatting his friend’s feet. “Christ.” 

You chuckled, handing Kaminari and Sero each a beer. “It’s something we’ve been waiting to share with you guys for a couple weeks now.” 

“Are you not going to have a drink with us, Y/N?” Mina asked from the couch, holding up her glass of wine. 

Bakugo moved to stand beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. It was rare for him to be this affectionate in front of the rest of the group, but you knew he was too excited. They all looked at the two of you with confused and concerned expressions on their faces, waiting for whatever piece of news you had to share. 

Mina was quick. “Holy shit, you’re joking!” she squealed before you could say anything, kicking her feet excitedly. 

“What are you talking about?” Kirishima said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “Joking about what--” You could literally see the lightbulb turn on above his head. “Oh, oh! Oh my God, guys! Are you serious?” 

“Yep,” you laughed, patting your belly. Bakugo pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear. 

“Wait, wait,” Kaminari said, holding up his hands. “I’m lost. What’s going on?” 

“C’mon, dude,” Bakugo growled. 

Sero’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his skull. “Congratulations, you two! I was wondering when it was going to happen. I almost had a bet going for it.” 

“A bet for what?” Kaminari whined. 

“Denki,” you said, giving your stomach another exaggerated pat. 

“Stomach?” 

“Yes,” you encouraged, nodding your head slowly. “And…? 

“And...oh, holy shit!” 

“There he goes,” Kirishima laughed, patting his friend on the back. He looked back to you and Bakugo with a grin on his face. “That’s amazing. How far along are you? Do you know the gender yet?” 

“Well,” you started, smiling at Bakugo over your shoulder. “That’s not all of it, exactly.” 

Now they were back in the dark again, Mina included. You took a deep breath and felt Bakugo’s arms tighten around you. “We’re having twins.” 

“Twins!” Mina screeched, jumping up out of her seat and clobbering you in an excited hug. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” Bakugo warned, hostility lacing his words. “Be careful with the mother of my children, alright?” 

A surge of warmth spread through you, all the way from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes. Mother of his children. It had a very nice ring to it, and hearing it from his lips only made it that much sweeter. You reached around and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“Whatever you guys need, please let us know,” Kirishima said as he stood up and clapped a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “I mean it. Whatever you need. We’re all here for you.” 

“Thank you, guys,” you said, unable to hide the crack in your voice as a lump formed in your throat. Tears came not a second later. “I’m sorry, everything makes me cry nowadays.” 

“I don’t envy you there, Bakugo,” Kaminari said with a grin. “But I second what Kirishima said.” 

The rest of the evening was spent talking about possible baby names, planning the eventual baby shower, and anything else under the sun that had to do with babies. As you sat on the couch, nestled into Bakugo’s side and casually running a hand over your growing belly, surrounded by friends and loved ones, you knew that no matter what happened, you and Bakugo would be alright. 

You had to admite, the idea of having two little miniature Katsukis running around delighted you in a way that would most definitely frighten anyone else. 

[stargaze-issei]

— "𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; when your father, the head of the japanese mafia, was killed, your childhood friend swore to protect you till his death. now, you're the empress of the underground world, and he doesn't know what's harder, to keep you safe or manage to hide his feelings. what will he do when, for the first time, your life's at risk and he isn't anywhere near?

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; mafia!au, angst.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; swearing, mentions of blood, guns, murder, kidnap, yk... mafia stuff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; lemme know if u want a part two bc i felt like it was getting too long and i don't know if anyone will read it or like it 👉🏻👈🏻

"where the fuck are you?" bakugou's voice stroke over the phone, noticeably angry. he had told you several times to never go anywhere without him, which you mostly did, if it weren't for him being away a lot of times. nothing less was expected from your right hand, who handled every dirty job, and considering your line of work, it wasn't scarce. but you did had other bodyguards, just as trained as katsuki, willing to give their lifes for you, which was extremely better than having bakugou giving his life.

to his eyes, you were still the little girl from before. he saw you as a someone who needed protection. at first, you agreed. your father was murdered, someone managed to get through all his security and killed him, none of the guns he and his security team carried around could protect him, killing you would be like stealing a sweet from a baby. bakugou had always kept you safe, despite his agressive usual safe, he cared about you more than he cared for himself. so you stuck to his side, believing, hoping, he'd die for you. but that was a long time ago, now, you could defend yourself, and had raised a sense of loyalty in your people by your own. your father's empire was based in fear, yours? by admiration. you didn't see your people as working ants, but as important parts of a whole. still, anyone who was a threat to you, bakugou made sure to erase them forever.

"don't talk to me like that, i'm your boss" you could feel him losing his shit, a smile began to form in your face. even when everyone respected you, he was still the same.

"you can't boss anyone if you're fucking dead, you dumb shit" a laugh came out of your throat, he couldn't avoid smiling at the sound "wait, oh, okay, i know we're you are. stay there, i'll be in three" he hung up before you could reply.

you looked back, at one of your guards who was just putting away his phone. of course they told him. why couldn't you go get your own coffee? being in the office all day was tiring, to be five minutes outside was all you asked for. a few seconds after, they handed you your coffee, obviously, a guard had to try it first, in case that barista wanted to suddenly murder you. of course he didn't.

"who let her go outside without me knowing, huh?" a furious katsuki appeared through the door, making a scene in the place. you gave him a warning look. if there was something you hated, was that. everyone in the area knew who you were, but why make it any more obvious. those people were just living their usual lifes, and people tend to get nervous around you. "the car is waiting outside" he understood, but you knew he was going to scold you anyways.

you walked outside, smiling, and got into the car, followed by katsuki and one of his subordinates, the other one got in the front sit, next to the driver.

"save it, i'm n–"

"the fuck you are" he cut you "your safety is my responsibility, if i say you can't go out without me, then you fucking don't. specially not when there are people after your head" there was no denying he was right, but still, it upset you.

"there's always people after my head, bakugou".

two weeks ago, two men went into your office. they were in charge of some dealing territories, though small, important. most contraband had to pass those places, you controlled those police departments making everything easier to your truck drivers. they were beaten, cover in blood and barely standing.

"our men, all of them... they all..." only one of them could talk, the other being too shocked to even look at you. "kazuhito's men, it was them... they said we had to tell you, they're coming after you" you couldn't show any fear in front of your so called soldiers, and your template remained at ease. a shout was enough to get those men the help they needed, after holding their hands, you promised to go see them once they were checked by doctors. you called bakugou as soon as they left, he was the first who should know and help you decide what to do next.

the kazuhito family had always been rivals, enemies of the worst kind. everyone suspect they were behind your father's assassination, but with no proof, even you knew it would be the biggest mistake to charge against them, despite your personal desires.

"i already told the drivers they had to take rout b for a while, but we can't let them just keep what's our" you explained to katsuki once he arrived. "those drugs have to get in town by us, damnit". it was clear how frustrated you were, those assholes had mess with your and your father's hardwork.

"if we retaliate, a war will unchain. your father tried to avoid that for years"

"and see how he ended up" bakugou didn't know if it was the anger, or you talking. "we will lose everyone's respect if we don't do something, they killed dozens of our people, katsuki".

he was trying hard to stay objective in that situation, but it was near impossible. a war would put you in more danger than ever, your life was at stake, and bakugou wasn't sure if he was willing to risk it. growing up by your side, your father taking him in when his parents died, you were his only family. more than that, he loved you. the only reason he was able to do his job right, was the fear of losing you. your head was already valued in millions, how could he protect you in the middle of a conflict, that would end only with your death or the kazuhito's leader's death? your power was bigger than theirs by little, but they did something that reckless, which meant they thought they had out powered you. had they? or were they just bluffing? had they miscalculated?.

"we're taking action, wether you support me or not" you looked into each other's eyes, you knew him enough to understand his fear, just not the reason behind it. your voice softened "but i'd much rather do it with you by my side".

"you're the boss" he spoke, already regretting it "i'll schedule a meeting so the high charges let everyone else know, i'm staying at your place so we can trace a plan".

and there you were now, being reprimanded by bakugou. he was extremely tired, he decided to stay with you until things were calmer, which could be several months from then. getting up at six a.m, going to sleep past midnight, being always looking for possible threats, it had given him bags under his eyes.

"i'm sorry" you said once you were alone with him, it was only then that you could let your guard down "i'm making this harder for you".

"yeah, you are. but it's my job, after all" that came out wrong, he thought. it wasn't his job, it was his fucking life purpose. he wanted you to live a long, happy life, as hard as it seemed.

"i guess it is" deep down, his response disappointed you.

"hey, look at me" out of nowhere, his body was insanely close to yours, you felt his breath in your face as he lifted your chin with his finger "there's nothing i wouldn't do for you, got that, dumbass?"

for a brief moment, the taste of his lips was all you could think about. i bet they're soft. but as fast as it started, it was over, katsuki pulled away harshly, inventing an excuse to leave. he had flown too close to the sun, so close that it burned his skin.

a few more people went to see you that day, asking for diverse permissions, advice and stuff like that. since it had been slow, compared to other times, you decided to home early. a call to your team, and the car was already outside. bakugou left instructions for your departure, because he had things to do somewhere else, much to his displeasure. you were accompanied by your escorts to the doors of the building, that seemed like a normal office compound. there were waiting two other guards, making a total of six people protecting you. way to go, bakugou.

"how's your wife, ryota?" you asked the driver. of course, not everyone fitted in the same car, so you got into the second one, middle seat, between a built up woman and a big man. you tried to remember everyone's name, but it was difficult.

"she's good, ma'am, sends her regards" he smiled at you over the mirror.

"and the baby? he must be a month old, right?" at the memory of his child, his face lightened "you should take some days off, i bet your wife and son miss you"

"i have a duty with you, m–" a loud impact interrupted him, the front glass had exploded. the car had an abrupt movement back and forward, all you could see was blood, everywhere.

the woman next to you took her gun out, in order to protect you , you thought, completely wrong. before everyone could react to her act, she shot the guard in front of you.  you looked at your side, searching for someone alive, the same bullet that had killed ryota was in the guard's at your right forehead. besides you , the only other person was that woman. if she hadn't glasses on, that stare could've seen throughout your soul. then you remembered, katsuki made you bare with a knife under your sleeve. with a weird move, you felt its sharpness against your skin, it was there, but she read you like a book. before you could even pull it out, another shot stroke followed by a intense pain in you thight. the bitch had shot you. you blamed it on the adrenaline, because nothing hurt. what happened after was a couple of blurry images in your memory.

bakugou had called you more than a hundred times, you, the drivers, the guards, everyone in his fucking team, but no one knew anything. the cameras at your house never showed you arriving, your phone's location was off. he was out of his head, if he didn't hear from you in the next five minutes, someone's going to die. he rushed into his car, following your rout at a dangerous speed. 

both cars were full of bullet holes, and every guard he had hired was dead. there wasn't a place without blood. tears of pure rage came to his eyes, fuck, it was his fault. he started to look for you, but the whole world was spinning around him. where were you? where was your body? were you alive?, this couldn't be happening. he had left you unprotected, alone, and now you could be dead, because of his uselessness. his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"sir, we– we have– the kazuhito's are here" he left as fast as he came. they had touch you, they had taken you away from him, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it, even if he had to go against a whole army, whoever was behind it all was going to pay.

a man in a suit was sitting in the chair of your office, smoking a cigarette, as calm as a rock. katsuki was so close to rip his head of right there, that somebody had to hold him down. his own people updated him, saying that he had gone into the building alone, with no weapons of any kind, not even a cellphone.

"where the fuck is she?" he crashed his hand against the desk.

"ah, mr. bakugou, please take a se–"

"tell me where she is right now if you want to keep your head, fucking bastard" his hand had wondered to the tip of the gun in his belt, menacing to blow up at any second.

"you won't do that, mr., if i don't return to my people in one hour, she'll be so fucked up that not even you will recognize her" a laugh surge grom bakugou, a dark, cold laugh.

"i don't have to kill you, then" one of the man's hand rested in the desk, like asking for katsuki to rip it off his body. as you did, he also carried knifes under his shirt. in less than a second, one of them was buried into the man's hand. he screamed, both in shock and pain, giving your bodyguard a hatred look. "what do you want, shitface?"

"i-it's quite simple, actually" his face was white as paper, and even though he wanted to talk normally, his voice shivered "we want you to take over the y/l/n's business, under our command of course" he let out a sigh, trying to keep his composure and ignoring his bleeding hand "if you– if you agree, she will have to leave japan and never..."

bakugou won't agree to that. not now and not ever. to give away what you and your father built from scratch, and spent decades keeping safe, was like killing your child, and your father's memory. to send you away, alone, where he most likely won't see you again in years, was also off the table. it wasn't funny anymore. he started walking around the man's chair, picking up his sleeves. he checked the clock in the office, he had forty-five minutes with the man, meaning, forty-five minutes to make him talk. he ressourced to every fast interrogation method he knew. the people outside the door weren't surprised when they heard the man's screams, even wondering what had taken so long for the boss to start acting. katsuki was never a patient man. his senses were blocked, he couldn't hear anything but screams and begging, all his eyes could see was pain through all the man's body, his hands felt nothing but warm blood. but for the first time in a while, he wasn't enjoying it. he was doing it out of need, the need to save you. every minute that went by, was a minute were your life risked. he never felt so close to losing his sanity.

"outside the city! she's in one of our safe houses outside the city! i don't know which, please stop!" ten minutes before the timeline he finally gave up. your intelligence had all their safe houses, storages, garages, every location needed. not a second passed when one of yours men delivered a map with all the points marked. there were five in total.

"throw him outside in ten minutes" he shouted, walking to the armory "two teams, six people each, my fucking people, hear me? now, dammit! we're leaving in a minute, if i have to go by my fucking self, i'll do it"

when he was armed to the teeth, almost a dozen of people followed him outside. they were his most trusted men and women, being trained together, he knew they were as skilled as him, and they were all willing to put their life's at stake for you, their boss. in the car, bakugou barked the instructions. he had narrowed it down to two possible locations with all the information he had. if they had to kill every person in those places, then be it. he's going to get you back.

[sukiglycerin]

starless fairy tales || keigo takami, katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x reader x katsuki bakugou (gender neutral!)

* genre: it’s a sandwich: angst on the top, fluff in the middle, and angst at the end :) not fantasy DLKFSF IM SORRY

* words: 5.2k, somehow

* warnings: angsty, reader is wary of hawks at first, tokyo skytree!! so don’t read if you’re terribly afraid of heights, a reference to blood for a small metaphor, a reference to the league of villains ;P, cliffhanger ending that i’m not sure i’ll resolve

* original request from @bien-sur: hey, saw you wanted requests and I read through some of your work, really loved the Hawks one shot!! i’m a sucker for enemies who make out. i’m feeling angsty so uh maybe, if you want, a bakugo one-shot where he kind of uh cheats on the reader...? or maybe just hurts her feelings very badly? maybe the reader feels numb for a while but is comforted by Keigo, and the reader realizes they deserve better? so sorry if this is out of your comfort zone or it’s dark content(?) anyways I like your writing so i’ll read a few more of your works before going to bed :)) thank you, i appreciate u taking the time to do requests regardless of whether you do mine :)

* a/n: ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS SUPERIOR!! i was so excited to write an enemies piece with hawks. this showcases the soft, kind side of hawks so i hope you enjoy it !! thank you sooo much for being so kind in your request! this request is completely fine. i added much more plot than i’d expected, and learned sooo much about tokyo skytree. i couldn’t do infidelity because it hurts me too much and i love bakugou too much. i tried to keep the angst.,., but happy birb..,., this might become a multi-chap fic, as i do have a plot jumbled in my head because of the cliffhanger, and i’d like to develop more aspects of your request! for now, it’s up to your interpretation! biggest thing i got out of this: i now really, really want to go to tokyo skytree.

* synopsis: you had a fairy tale love with bakugou until your prince became the villain for vague reasons. in a moment of serendipity, you find a new prince, hawks, who just might take you high enough to reach the stars you’d so longed for. sometimes your dreams are only a train ride and a couple elevator trips away.

love was like a fairy tale. at least, that’s what you’d believed. love, with its ornate leather cover and soft golden embellishments. the pages would be worn but so cherished; the black ink printed in a pretty font, telling of charming words and whispered promises under the shining moonlight and twinkling stars. it was supposed to be your security, a castle hidden in the lush forest away from the horrors of the world. your castle would hold you and bakugou for an eternity, kept away in the pages of a pretty love story. 

alas, even the strongest of castles fall, and the most beautiful of forests mangle. yours just happened to be a bit quicker. contrary to the illusion bakugou had painted in your fairy tale, your castle was not of stone nor brick nor iron. it was not of anything but sand, waiting for its turn to be washed away by the sea. your castle slipped through your fingers; the once elaborate stronghold now swept into the depths of the cerulean sea. what had once been painted seashells of wondrous hues and crystals that illuminated the night were now pebbles and corroded versions of things that had once been. it had slipped through your fingers so easily without a passing thought; now here you were, in your deserted kingdom, playing the fool. 

like the sand past your fingers, love had once come easy for you and bakugou. it was always there, drifting in the air as you walked or swirling above your heads while you bickered. love was supposed to be easy, like how your hand just fit in bakugou's as if sculpted after many lives with him. love was supposed to be easy, like how bakugou aced his tests in school and nonchalantly taught you math so you wouldn't have to attend cram school. love was supposed to be easy, like how it had been for forever with bakugou. but your fairy tale was now coming to a close, velvet curtains falling and pages turning to dust. 

you wondered if there were any fairy tales on the shelves of books bakugou had. contrary to popular belief at ua, bakugou was an avid reader. it was clear by the shelves that lined the wall in his dorm and the stacks of unread books on his nightstand. you never touched them, though bakugou had said you were free to pick them up whenever you wanted. the only time you’d touched a book from his bookshelf was when he pushed a book of yosano akiko’s to you. 

the colored spines of the books on his shelf in your shared apartment all blurred like paint on a palette as you stared at them, bakugou’s voice becoming a fading afterthought.

“y/n? y/n, please…” the voice which had so held you in its tight warmth went cold and unfamiliar. a light flickered out in your castle, and so started the crumbling.

“say…” you started, your throat clogged with disbelief, “it again.”

“please, don’t make me…” his voice trailed off. you could feel his deep scarlet eyes trained on you. “i just…. i’m not in love with you anymore, y/n.” his voice cracked. “you’ve got to understand. please.”

your hand trembled in your lap, your vision shifting out of focus like a faulty camera. 

“i tried to feel something, i really did. but…. i can’t.”

“how- how long?” your voice shook.

he paused. “a month… or two, by now?” he reached out to take your hand in his, but it no longer felt right. it was as if his hand was no longer yours to hold. you tensed, moving your hand away.

a light went out in his eyes as he understood and receded his hand. a tower fell in your castle.

“okay,” you said, turning away from him. tears dripped down your face silently and you quickly wiped them away with your sleeve. you stood up from the couch. “i’ll get my things,” you hollowly said, walking toward your shared room with him.

“you don’t need to,” bakugou said. the voice emitted from his throat was no longer his, but the shadow of a stranger’s. “not this fast, at least. don’t force yourself.”

“what makes you say that?” you snapped a bit too harshly. “sorry,” you added quietly.

packing your things was a numbing process. you left the photos of him and you on his nightstand, on top of his pile of unread books. you shoved it all in a backpack you had lying around; your clothes, your phone, your books. you took one last glance around the room and left. bakugou was still sitting on the couch wordlessly, not bothering to say farewell to you as you opened the door and walked out. not that you would’ve responded anyway. 

you realized you may have made a miscalculation as you stood cluelessly in the lobby of the apartment building. you had nowhere to go. you fumbled with your phone in your backpack and pulled up your contacts. you knew of no one in your contacts who’d let you stay; they were either on vacation or far away. in truth, bakugou was your closest friend since childhood. he was your map, your guide, your destination; where were you without him?

the wind brushed your cheek as you stood outside the entrance, watching cars pass. the world felt so big compared to the mere side character of you, who buildings loomed over like menacing shadows. it was a somewhat comforting moment, being an alone speck in the grand scheme of things. like this, it was for only a moment you’d forgotten why you were out here in the first place. you’d forgotten the warm feeling that once nestled itself in your heart, instead enraptured by the freeing breeze that rustled in it. 

red. then a breeze. that’s all you saw, eyes widening and stepping back. a man no older than you stood in front of you, hands in his pockets. vermillion wings protruded from somewhere on his back, arcing slightly over the man.

“heyyy….” he said lazily, shadows falling on his face. you started walking backward, hands discreetly feeling for the door behind you. “wait! i’m a pro-hero, i swear! i’m hawks, look it up!” he lifted his hands up in surrender, backing away from you. 

“who…. what do you want?” you asked cautiously, hand on the doorknob behind you. 

he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. “i, uh…. got lost…. tokyo’s such a big place, y’know?”

“where are you from?” you couldn’t really discern anything of an accent on him, other than a slightly rougher tone of speaking.

“kyushu, fukuoka…” he gestured vaguely. that explained the slight accent. “i’m in tokyo for a bit of work. business trip, y’know how it goes. haven’t visited tokyo in a while, honestly. what’s a good place for a bite? a bird is starving.”

“uh… there’s a place down the street to the right…” off the top of your head, you pointed out a cafe you and bakugou had frequented. 

“it doesn’t have chicken wings, does it?” hawks asked.

“chicken…?” you looked from him to his wings. “no, sorry.”

“don’t sweat it! ‘s fine. hey, i might as well treat you for wasting your time. where’re you heading off to? i could pay for a cab, if you gotta go.”

“ah, thank you....” you said bashfully. “i’m not really in a rush anywhere.”

“really?” he looked excited, innocently so, almost like a puppy. “can i treat you to something?”

“uh… sure,” you replied, strengthening your grip on your backpack. “sure.” 

“great! off we go, m’liege!” he pointed toward the cafe and started marching. he was a sight to behold on the street, red wings standing out a mile away. you followed somewhat reluctantly, grabbing your phone to google exactly who the pro-hero “hawks” was. the name sounded vaguely familiar, but you weren’t one who knew their heroes. yeah, it was definitely him; what was your luck, meeting such a famous pro-hero on the street after being dumped by the love of your life?

he hummed a tuneless melody, turning to the cafe. he held the doorknob waiting for you, opening the door for you first. the homey cafe was decently packed for lunchtime, the quiet chatter of people filling the atmosphere. the scene reminded you of so many other times you'd gone here with bakugou; it gave you chills as you stood next to hawks. 

"hey," hawks said quietly. "you okay? you seem tense." 

you gulped and shook your head. "nah, i'm fine. just thinking about what to eat," you lied. 

he nodded, seeming to buy into the lie. stepping toward the menu, he said, "the toasted sandwiches look good."

"uh huh," you agreed absentmindedly. your attention was on the bout of people who'd turned to look at hawks, some snapping pictures on their phones. he did stand out pretty well with his wings. 

"'scuse me-!" a little girl, no more than 6 or 7, approached the hero. she had a distinctive accent; it was slightly hard to understand her. "can i 'ave a photo with ya?" her eyes got all round. "yer my big brother's favorite hero!"

 "'course, darlin'," hawks smiled. his voice somewhat mimicked hers, his dialect becoming apparent. 

once he'd taken a photo with her, more and more people started following suit, crowding him. you stood awkwardly to the side. some people didn't even know who he was, from what you could tell. you debated ordering a latte and leaving, but decided it'd be unfair to hawks. he was kind to everyone he interacted with, unlike most celebrities who just wanted fame and disregarded others.

after some time, the crowd finally dispersed, leaving you and hawks together. 

he glanced at his watch. “ah, sorry, that took a while…” he apologized. “do you have somewhere to be? i must’ve held you up…”

“nah, don’t worry about it.” you waved him off. “i, uh, actually… was just dumped by my boyfriend…” you nervously shuffled your feet. “i don’t really have a place to stay at the moment… so i’m free the entire day, i guess.” you laughed nervously.

he blinked at you, bird-like eyes wide. “you must be starving.”

you felt your face warm and you laughed - this time, a real, genuine laugh that was a missed sensation against your tongue. “yeah. yeah, i am.”

“hey, dove.” his voice suddenly got close to you, gentler. “you’re crying.”

“oh…?” you felt your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “sorry. i have tissues in my backpack, hang on…” you unzipped the front pocket and started to rummage blindly through your belongings, groping for something vaguely feeling like a packet of tissues.

“here,” he said, handing you a tissue. you turned to him gratefully, accepting the tissue and wiping your face. 

“it’s just… weird,” you said after a pause. “he’s been there all my life - my ex, i mean.” ex. such a strange name for the man you so adored; ex, crossing off the relationship you thought you’d built with him. 

hawks nodded, guiding you to a booth in the cafe. 

you continued, “sorry. you probably didn’t want to hear this today… you’re busy with your hero duties and whatnot.”

“don’t worry ‘bout it, feather,” he reassured you. “he didn’t kick you out, did he?”

���oh, no,” you clarified quickly. “i… left,” you said, abashed. “i shouldn’t’ve been so sudden, but… it was an instinct thing.”

“why’d he do it so suddenly?” hawks asked. “you didn’t see it coming, right?”

“no, i didn’t… but maybe i should’ve…” you think about the part couple months with bakugou. nothing seemed different - you’d gone on dates like normal and spent time together like a couple that loved each other. his interest in you never faltered and nor did the sparkle in his eyes dull; what had happened? what had gone so wrong? 

you realize the silence that’s fallen between you and hawks. the hero was looking at the menu behind you intently. 

“ham and cheese…” he muttered to himself. “no, teriyaki… so yummy… with coffee…” he suddenly seemed aware of your eyes staring at him. “oh, what did you want to eat?”

“i’ll probably have the teriyaki,” you said. it was your go-to sandwich choice at the cafe. you reached for your backpack to retrieve your wallet, but hawks stopped you.

“let me,” he said. “i already caused you so much inconvenience.” 

“ah, okay…” you said meekly. “thank you.”

he shrugged. “what wouldja like to drink?”

“uh… orange juice,” you said. 

“alright!” he saluted you. “your wish is my command.” he got up to order, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. the cashier was particularly animated talking to him, initiating a conversation about aerodynamics with the pro-hero from what you could hear. 

he returned with the sandwiches (made at the fastest time you swore you’d seen them prepare food) and set yours in front of you. 

“let’s dig in!” hawks said, biting into his sandwich. you agreed, taking a bite of yours as well. 

“what’s your name, by the way?” he said in between bites. “i don’t think i ever asked.”

“y/n,” you said.

“pretty,” he commented. “i’m hawks.”

“i know,” you blurted. “i googled it.”

“you did?” his pupils widened. “what’d it say??”

“uhh…” you pulled out your phone, finding the tab you used to google hawks. you turned your screen to him.

he studied the screen. “not fond of that angle,” he mused to himself. “so, why’d your boyfriend dump you?” 

you were taken aback by his candor. “he… said he didn’t love me anymore,” you admitted.

“all of a sudden? out of the blue?”

you shook your head. “he said he’d tried to endure it for a while.”

“how long?”

“a month or two,” you sighed, thinking about the sight of him sitting dejectedly on the couch this morning.

“he didn’t say anything before that?” hawks gasped. “the nerve. how long have you been together?”

“four… or five years now?” you’d been dating him since your days at ua, even when most high school romances - between childhood friends, no less - were especially rocky. he was your promised forever. 

“and he gives up after two months?” hawks set his sandwich down. “wow. some boyfriend.”

“i think there was something more to it,” you said thoughtfully. “we’ve known each other for a long…”

“you still love him, don’t you?”

“i mean… yeah….” you hadn’t given it much thought; bakugou was a habit your heart couldn’t stop thinking about. it was like depriving your heart of oxygen: foreign and wrong. “i do.”

“i’m sorry, dove,” he said. 

“your sandwich will get cold,” you said in an attempt to divert the conversation topic.

“you’re right.” he picked up his sandwich and started eating again, eyes still on you. “this place has good food.”

you hummed in agreement, distracted by the cars going by outside the window. 

“where will you stay?” he asked, halfway done with his sandwich.

hawks voiced the concern plaguing your subconscious from the moment you stepped out of bakugou’s apartment building. it was definitely not the most thoroughly well-thought out plan, and you didn’t want to come back knocking on his door in the night. besides, you weren’t sure if you could stand being there again, in the presence of a liar and someone who felt so foreign to you. you wondered how much you truly didn’t know about bakugou; were there any other lies he’d blossomed behind your back? 

you knew you might be able to stay at a hotel for a couple nights, but not for long. going back to bakugou’s place… as much as you so dreaded the mere thought, you knew it might be your absolute last resort. 

“i’m not sure,” you finally replied truthfully. hawks appeared to have come to a conclusion of sorts.

“tell ya what,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “explore tokyo with me.” he took a bite of his sandwich. continuing, he said, “‘s not often the commission puts me in the big city. i’m off today, so…”

the offer was somewhat bizarre, but what did you have to lose? you agreed, under the terms you wouldn’t be out too late. as you walked out the door, you greeted the cool outside breeze with the hope this would help you put the past behind you.

walking through tokyo with a pro-hero proved harder than it sounded. for one, people kept approaching hawks; after all, he was like a walking light-up sign that said “LOOK AT ME!” with the size and color of his wings. after every time a fan asked hawks for an autograph, he sheepishly apologized to you, and offered two autographs to you. you always laughed and declined; the trip was a reward in itself, you supposed. each acquaintance made you appreciate all the responsibilities of a pro-hero. he was charming, though. he really was, so you didn’t mind.

“skytree! let’s go there!” was the first thing hawks had said walking out of the cafe. you’d been to the skytree a couple of times in your childhood, and it was a nice memory; the tall building stretching, touching the tip of the sky. your parents had told you that stardust flecked the very top of the skytree, for it was so tall. you’d never actually reached the highest floor; it felt like a distant fantasy, as you’d always get tired before reaching the top or circumstance would interfere.

it was a five minute walk to the nearest station, and it’d be another forty or so to skytree. hawks didn’t seem to mind, though, happily promenading down the street like a kid in a candy shop. he pointed excitedly to random buildings that you hadn’t given a second thought about and rambled about the facts he knew about skytree with an accent tingeing his words more than usual. he reminded you very much so of a child going on a field trip, and his giddiness only boosted yours.

“we’re here!” his eyes glistened with anticipation when you reached the station. you’d visited the station dozens of times, but looked at it with a new light when you realized how excited hawks was. “i’ll pay; i dragged you here,” he said immediately when you started to pay for tickets. 

“really, i can’t-” you started, but he cut you off.

“let me. it’s my off day! please.” he took the two tickets he paid for. “here.”

“i don’t really have a choice, do i?”

“nope!” he was already walking away, smiling back at you and waving his ticket.

“hey- wait!” you started running after him. “wrong way!”

forty minutes later, two transfers, and one circle around the station in pursuit of skytree, you stood at the entrance of the tokyo skytree. hawks’ mouth watered at the sight of the line of restaurants in the breezeway you’d passed prior, and you had to stop him from ordering the seasonal special from mcdonald’s before turning to skytree. 

“but you just ate!” you exclaimed as he stared longingly at the ice cream being advertised on a poster. 

he pouted. “but i’m hungry…”

you took his hand (which momentarily shocked him) and guided him to the entrance. it was a bit crowded, but not overtly so. hawks was looking everywhere once you’d entered; darting from here to there, sometimes carrying small souvenirs or drinks when returning to you. you were out of energy by the time you’d reached floor 340, though hawks told you there were only 29 floors total and the name was referencing the height. it certainly didn’t feel like an exaggeration, your feet dragging on the ground as you stepped out of the oddly fast elevator. 

you begged hawks to let you rest at the cafe you saw. the cafe felt like a little oasis of tranquility, uncrowded on contrary to the other floors. it was relaxing as you stared outside the window and up at the sky. it brought you to your parents words of stars and magic, though something as modern as the skytree must be strange to intermingle with magic. in the moment you were suspended; the still sky surrounding you and the ever-moving cars below. you swore you could just reach the clouds in front of you and float, so serenely in an eternal bubble of quietude to yourself. everything else was forgotten in that moment; things were the way they always were. it was always you, in the end.

after leaving the cafe, you watched people stand on glass flooring overlooking everything below. some jumped on the glass, while some frightenedly stuck a foot on the glass and jumped back. 

“quite the view, huh?” hawks mumbled with a mouth stuffed full with chocolate cake. “i usually have to fly so far to get this view.”

you nodded. “it’s amazing...” 

“so… where d’you wanna go after this?” he asked you. 

“actually…” your thoughts went back to the stories your parents told you. “can we go up to floor 455?”

he showed a hint of surprise on his face. “really? i know we bought the tickets to do it, but if you’re tired, we can just go down.”

“no…” you cleared your throat. “it’s been something i really wanted to do.”

he took this answer and smiled, grasping your hand. “let’s walk into the sky!”

the train ride back did not go as smoothly as you hoped. the adrenaline of being 450 meters in the air had worn itself out, and the pitting realization that bakugou was no longer yours dawned on you. the sapphire sky in your fairy tale story seemed so far now, stars shattering and crumbling. you reached for a piece of a star, but each piece dissolved above your head, light that would never reach you. 

“feather,” hawks said quietly. the intense look in his eyes looked like he was building up to something important. 

“yeah?” you asked. you fixated on him.

“do you want… a badtz-maru eraser?”

you stared at the spiky-haired penguin in the palm of hawks’ hand. 

“sure…?” you said. hawks happily plopped the eraser into your hand. 

“feather,” he said again in the same tone. “you should visit bakugou, you know. tonight, to make things straight with him.”

that was what he was building up to. bakugou. you hadn’t dwelled much on the thought of the man; the skytree filling most of your thoughts for the day. but it was still light out.

“i know,” you replied softly, looking down at your fingers. these were the hands that held your heart as you gave it to bakugou, the hands that bakugou held tenderly for so many days and nights. they were the same hands that held your heart now, returned by bakugou shattered and clinking to the ground. the rest of the train ride was silent.

you could now hear your thoughts echoing around the train compartment, deflecting off walls and still making their way to your heart. you wondered what words were left unsaid by bakugou, painful truths untold hidden in the recesses of his heart. you wondered if he remembered how he’d first nervously asked you on a date in high school, words rough but fingers softly fidgeting with each other. it was in may, near the end of the day. he shoved a small box of chocolates towards you, muttering something about “weird hair” making him do it. he’d aggressively stuttered his way through a confession, barely making eye contact with you. the memory brought a fluttering to your heart, but with it came a sore pain for the first time. you wondered if he felt the same or if he was just numb, like how he now felt about you. what did it feel like to fall out of love? 

you wondered if he remembered the many times he’d walked you home (only for your sake, of course, not anything else). you wondered if he remembered how fondly he looked at you then. his heart was on his sleeve during those times, the perpetual blush on his cheeks disclosing his very vulnerable feelings towards you. 

even on the most draining of days, bakugou would always be there for you. even if his eyelids were closing upon their own accord and legs were sore from a day’s work, he made it a point to be there for you. while children might’ve had their security blankets, you had bakugou. your heart dropped realizing those days of coming home to bakugou were gone.

what had happened? now, you were alone on a train that felt so cold and without the love that had so warmed your heart. why had things ended up like this? why did you numb bakugou’s feelings so? the wave was slow at first, but once it had reached the shore, your tears fell hot and unyielding as you toppled off the edge of being okay.

hawks was by your side wordlessly, a wing around you and leaning you close to him. the feathers were soft. you cried unabashedly in his embrace, sniffling as he soothed you. you tried to say thank you, but all that came out was another sob.

your feet, on instinct, took you to bakugou's apartment without any problem. it could’ve been any other day; you, coming back to the apartment after running errands. it was your hand that hesitated as it hovered an inch away from the wood of the door, the only sign that something had changed. you liked to pretend it hadn’t. you wished that when you’d open the door, you’d hear a light chatter from the tv and a familiar voice saying, “welcome home, idiot.” you wished that the air that enveloped you as soon as you opened the door was that of liveliness and comfort, of warm orange and yellow hues. you wished that the atmosphere didn’t feel so dead, dull, and musty; you wish it hadn’t drowned in shades of blue and gray. you wished you didn’t have the key to the apartment still.

you wished that bakugou would say something, anything, rather than sit on the couch with his head bowed. you wished that you didn’t miss him so much and that you had him, all at the same time. you wished you turned back as soon as you heard the knob click and pushed open the door; you wished not to see all that you had in what was once your apartment.

you wished you didn’t revel in his presence next to you on the couch. you wished you didn’t almost lean into his touch because he was your home, and you wished your eyes didn’t well up the way they had. you wished to have sat in that silence for a while then up and gone; you wished he hadn’t said anything at all.

“hey, idiot,” was a cracky and raspy thing coming out of his mouth, words familiar but so foreign at the same time.

“hey,” was what you whispered back, quiet enough for only you to hear.

“where’d you go?” but it wasn’t a question, just a fragile plea devoid of hope.

“skytree,” and you felt you’d break the mood.

“did you reach the top?” his response surprised and killed you at the same time.

“yeah,” you said quietly. “i did.”

“alone?”

“i could never alone.”

“who…?”

“met a pro-hero by chance.”

“your true hero, huh?” it was a bitter tone, venom biting you.

“no,” and your heart sunk because it was the truth.

he scoffed. getting up from the couch, he said, “you forgot something.”

your eyes followed him as he disappeared into your once shared room. he returned quite fast, as if you’d left it on the dresser, carrying a decorated shoebox. you’d almost forgotten about it entirely, eyes wide as nostalgia hit you. 

it was a memory box you’d made the last year of high school. it was supposed to be for school memories, but it really just became a box of mementos of bakugou. you could barely see the contents inside, too busy trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. you thumbed through photos and polaroids of you and him, some with his friends and some with yours. oh, what you’d give to have those times back. though it was all blurred, you could feel the moments so vividly: feel the cool summer breeze and hear the sound of people conversing with each other at a festival; hear mina’s excited ramblings and bakugou’s grumbling at the supermarket; smell caramel and vanilla at a movie night, pressed against bakugou’s body warmth. you dropped the photos back into the box and picked up a scorched pencil. a pressed rose. a neatly folded sheet of notes you’d sent back and forth with bakugou during class. 

and then it was all gone, shutting the box.

“keep it.” you regretted the words as soon as they left your lips, but you wouldn’t take them back. you handed him the box, staring at the floor and wiping your wet eyes. the memories were no longer yours to keep.

bakugou was silent, taking the box and leaving to his room to put it away. 

“is that all?” you tried to make your voice sound strong, impatient. like you had better places to be without him. you hoped he couldn’t tell how it was more of a beg to stay.

“yeah.” cold. emotionless.

you stood for another second, looking around. everything seemed different, as if the glass which surrounded your universe had shattered. “bye, katsuki.”

“bye.”

your footsteps were light, but each step felt weighed by metal weights. you wished he stopped you from leaving. you wished you looked back at him. you wished you weren’t crying.

you shut the door quietly, weakly, behind you. it all came out in the hallway, tears and desperate sobs. you prayed he couldn’t hear you; but you knew, even if he did, he wouldn’t care anymore. he was numbed, no longer the firework you’d known.

“hawks,” it came as a quiet plea as you felt for your phone and dialed his number. he gave it to you right before you walked into bakugou’s apartment.

“please pick up, please pick up,” you muttered, trying to wipe the tears from your cheeks as quickly as they came.

“hey, birdie? are you okay?”

“hawks,” you sobbed. “hawks, no, i’m not.” 

“hey, are you still at the apartment building? i’ll be right there, chickadee, alright?”

you nodded, sniffed, then said meekly, “yeah.”

“stay on the line. talk to me, birdie.” his voice was soothing.

“hawks, it hurts, everything.” you felt as though you were pouring out your heart, spilling scarlet on the carpet. “hawks.” tears dropped onto the carpet. “hawks.” your knees almost gave in.

“what floor are you on, dove?”

“third,” you hiccupped. 

“i’m right there, feather.” you saw hawks emerge from the stairwell. his hair looked windblown. he looked relieved to see you at first, then his face fell to that of sympathy. “oh, birdie,” he said softly, running up to you. “i’m here now.’

you weren’t aware bakugou was listening to you cry on the other side of the door as you sobbed into someone else’s shoulder, not his. with dark eyes and trembling hands he couldn’t calm, he dialed a number on his phone.

“well, tomura? i did it.”

[kaitwrites]

Valentine’s Day

Helloooo! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wrote this as a part of Spud Corner’s Valentines Collab, hosted by sweet bby @wootato. Big thanks as always to my amazing, talented, show-stopping wife @garbagepale-kid for proof reading and editing you’re the best love you forever bby give kitch.

Word Count: 5155

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

Rating: Chocolate (Fluff, SFW)

Warnings: Language, this is Bakugo we’re talking about here 

“Oi, I said 7 O’clock! Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your boyfriend’s deep voice boomed from the front of your apartment, followed by the sound of your front door closing.

Panicking, your eyes darted to the digital clock beside your bed, afraid you had miscalculated the time, only for it to read 6:45. “Suki, you’re fifteen minutes early!” You called from the doorway of your room, “I’ll be ready in five, just stay out there!” 

Six months ago, you had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date at the urging of your childhood friend Mina, and it hadn’t been great. The guy had been cold and standoffish, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, and he’d even ended up taking you home early. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d chosen to invite you out again, just like you weren’t sure why you’d accepted, but looking back at it now? It was easily the best decision you’d ever made. 

You smiled as you put on the earrings Katsuki had gotten you for Christmas and spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt, you grabbed the jacket you had set out and walked from your bedroom to the front of your apartment. 

Katsuki was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, leaning against the counter and flipping through one of your many cookbooks when you rounded the corner. “I could teach you how to cook, you know, you don’t need these shitty things…” He trailed off as he turned around, taking you in. “Wow,” he breathed out, eyes raking up and down your figure to absorb every curve of your body. 

All you could do was stand in the middle of the hall, fidgeting as a blush crept up your neck. He looked as good as always, wearing a charcoal grey long sleeve shirt that fit snugly on his chest, the sleeves hanging more loosely around his arms,  and a pair of dark jeans. His signature smirk never left his lips as he slowly made his way across the room to you, placing his hands on your hips before pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours, making your heart jump out of your chest. 

 He pulled away, looking you up and down. “You ready or what?”  

“Yeah! I’ve just got to put on my shoes.” You pulled out of his arms and made your way to your front door, where you noticed a bouquet of red roses sat on the table near the entryway.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as Katsuki bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to see them just sitting there, damn it.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You turned yourself around, resting your head on his chest as you snuck your arms around his waist

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.” 

“I wasn’t expecting flowers. In fact,” you started, leaning back a little to jab him in the chest with your pointer finger. “you told me not to expect flowers. I didn’t take you for the sappy, romantic type, Suki.” 

“Damn right, I’m not the sappy romantic type” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and gently pushing you away from him. “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late.” He grumbled, grabbing the flowers and bringing them into the kitchen to find a vase. 

You slipped on your favorite pair of black strappy heels and smiled as you heard him rummaging through your cabinets, grumbling to himself. The kitchen fell silent as you let out a short laugh. Katsuki liked to pretend he wasn’t a big teddy bear, but after all the long nights and soft words meant only for your ears, you definitely knew better.

The blonde emerged from the kitchen empty-handed, looking you up and down for a second before fixing you with a firm look. “You should grab a heavier jacket.” He said, reaching for the coat closet to the right of the front door. You put a hand on his forearm to stop him, shaking your head.

“I’ll be fine! We won’t be outside for long anyway, right? Where are we going, anyway?” You ask as the cool February air sending chills up your spine as the front door swung open.

Katsuki looked doubtful but sighed, gently pushing you out the door. He then locked it and slipped his keys into his coat pocket before offering you an arm, leading the way down the steps.

You grinned up at him, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Hey, you never said where we’re going?” 

“Nowhere if you don’t shut up.” He bumped your hip with his before reclaiming his arm and wrapping it around your waist as you made your trek through the city. Katsuki’s apartment was just a few blocks from your own, so it was no surprise that he’d walked to your place instead of driving What did surprise you was when the two of you strolled straight past the parking garage of his apartment complex. 

Your steps faltered for a second, and Katsuki looked down at you with a quirked brow. “What?” 

Your head twisted around, eyes zeroing in on the parking garage again. “We aren’t taking the car?” You asked, tilting your head to look up to him. The cold wind had caused his nose and cheeks to turn red, creating a semi-permanent blush on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well it suited him. 

“Restaurant isn’t too far from here. Why? You cold? I told you you should have grabbed a different coat.” He grumbled as he looked down at you and scowled. “What’re you smiling at, dumbass?” 

“You’re pretty cute, Suki.” The small tease had the blush deepening across his cheeks,  and you felt his arm tighten around you as you continued. “And no, I’m not cold. I just figured we were gonna drive.” 

“I’m not cute, damn it. You’re cute.” His eyes turned up to avoid the satisfied smirk that settled on your lips.

You giggled as you made your way through the busy streets with Katsuki steering you away from other pedestrians as much as possible. Though you’d denied being cold, the low temperature and icy breezes were killing you, and you briefly regretted not doing as your boyfriend had suggested and grabbing a better coat. Katsuki ran hot, but not enough to offset the cold of late winter. Katsuki yanked you closer to him as someone came dangerously close to bumping your shoulder, and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you were smushed against his side.

Though he was off duty, he never let his guard down when he was in crowded places, especially when you were around. Katsuki was a pretty private person, so dates were few and far between, so when pictures of the two of you out to lunch surfaced online, he became even more reserved. He said that it was to keep his personal life exactly that, personal, but in reality, he knew his line of work and what villains did to heroes' loved ones. 

Katsuki led you to a tall building, opening the heavy glass doors and ushering you inside. the lobby looked like it could have belonged to an upscale office building, the black matte walls complementing the cool marble floors.  A desk situated at the center of the space was manned by a bored-looking security guard. But in the far corner of the lobby near one of the elevators, however, was a podium manned by a man in a black tuxedo. The host lifted his head as the two of you approached him, Katsuki dragging you behind him as you took in the intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

“Welcome to The Peak, name on the reservation?” The man asked, and you noticed his eyes widen, smile faltering for a split second when he recognized the pro-hero standing before him.

“Bakugo, indoor seating on the east side of the building,” Katsuki answered from beside you, removing his hand from around your waist.  

The host looked through his tablet, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. He looked to Katsuki once more, then back down. “What was the time on the reservation?” 

“7:45,” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you took his hand that had previously been settled on your waist into yours and squeezed, knowing there wasn’t much to do to keep his short temper under wraps but hoped that your hand in his would help keep him grounded. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see your name on the list. Is it possible you made a reservation at our Tokyo location?” The poor man was terrified, it was obvious he knew who Katsuki was and about his temper. 

Katsuki clicked his tongue and huffed. “No, I didn’t make a reservation for the damn Tokyo location. I triple checked.” He barked, but quickly regained his composure when you elbowed him. “Are you sure? B-A-K-U-G-O. For two.” He asked, more calmly this time around.

The host cleared his throat and looked through the list once more, taking a little longer this time so as to make sure he was correct, not wanting to face the wrath that was Katsuki Bakugo. “No sir, I’m sorry I’m not seeing your name on the list. Did you get the confirmation email?” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his emails until he found what he was looking for. “Here, right there. Reservation for two, special seating request, 7:45 on February fifteen-” He froze. “Fuck me.” He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as if it had burned him, gaze darting to the ceiling. “I made the reservation for the wrong day.” 

“I’m sorry about that, sir. We currently have bar seating available, and if a table happens to open up we can move you.” The host told him, seemingly less nervous now that the intense gaze from the blonde was off of him. “I know chances are low but it’s an option.” 

“It’s supposed to start raining soon, you really think I want my girlfriend getting sick because I can’t get a damn date right?” He turned on his heel and started walking to the entrance. “Whatever, I can cook something ten times better than whatever crap they serve here.” He looked back at you. “You comin’ or what?” 

You nodded and rushed to be back at his side, taking the arm he offered to you. “So… are we going back to your place?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

He sighed and led you down the street back towards his apartment. The streets weren’t as crowded so he didn’t make the move to put his arm around you, but he made sure to keep a watchful eye on anyone passing by whose gaze may have lingered a little too long. “We’ve got to stop and get some things first. What do you want?” 

“Mmm… Oh! How about curry!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on his arm just a bit as you jumped up and down. He pulled his hand from his pocket and slipped it into yours, staring down once he felt how cold your hand was. 

“Damn it, woman. I told you to grab a heavier coat. Your hand is freezing.” He grumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, now taking both of your hands into his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them and rubbing them together within his. “Or at least some gloves.” 

“Oh, stop it, Suki! My hands just feel cold because you’re a human heater, they’re  always cold compared to yours!” You whined, knowing you should have listened to him when he advised you to grab a coat, and really kicking yourself in the ass the longer the two of you stood on the sidewalk. 

He rolled his eyes and dropped one of his hands, pulling you along to the corner store at the end of the street. You followed him around, watching as he picked out the needed ingredients for your dinner. “Stop starin’ at me and go get somethin’ for dessert, eh?” 

“You’re gonna let me pick?” Your eyes widened in shock. He was always the one to choose dessert because he couldn’t handle sweets like you could. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek when he nodded and quickly made your way to the other side of the store. 

Katsuki watched as you bounced away, his cheek tingling where you had kissed him. A soft smile tugged on his lips. He didn’t notice the shopkeeper come up behind him, and he jumped when the old man chuckled. “I remember when my lady and I were your ages. I had that same look in my eye that you have now.” Katsuki looked to the older man, he was staring off in the direction that you had disappeared in. “You make sure you take good care of her, son. Time flies. Before you know it you’ll be my age, running a little corner store with the love of your life.” 

“Yeah yeah, gramps. I hear ya.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at you by a stranger. He turned his attention back to the area you had gone to as your head popped out from around the corner, a big grin on your face. 

“Strawberry mochi!” You held up the packages as you made your way back to him. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance as the old man beside him chuckled again, patting him on the shoulder and making his way back up to the front.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side questioningly as you stopped in front of your boyfriend. “Too sweet? Should I get something else?” 

“Tch, nothin’s too sweet for me.” He grabbed the mochi from you and put it in the basket, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a soft kiss, catching you off guard. Katsuki wasn’t one to show much PDA, but the store was fairly empty, and for some reason, he was taking the words of that old man to heart. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it starts raining, eh?” 

You nodded and leaned into him as he led you to the front of the store. The old man and Katsuki shared a look before the former turned to you and smiled, handing you a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s, this one’s on the house.” 

Reluctantly, you took the box of chocolates from the older gentleman and smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you.” You beamed at him once you stood up straight once more, he looked back to Katsuki and winked, not saying a word. 

“Keep the change, Gramps. Tell your old lady I said hey.” Katsuki grabbed the chocolates from your hand and put them in the bag, then took your hand and squeezed as he led you into the cool night air once more. 

The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically in the twenty minutes you had been in the store, and you shivered the moment you stepped outside. Katsuki noticed this and clicked his tongue, setting the bags down and shrugged off his coat, genty shoving it into your arms.

“No, It’s okay Suki. I’ll be fine.” You tried to give him the coat back but he rolled his eyes and refused to take it from you. 

“Keep it. You’re not getting sick because you wouldn’t listen to me.” He picked the bag back up and sighed when he looked at you again. “What?” 

“I won’t get sick, it’s just another ten minute walk to your house. I’ll be fine!” You tried once again to give him his coat back but he just glared down at you, flaring his nostrils. This obviously wasn’t up for discussion. “Fine.” You huffed, wrapping his coat around your shoulders, the scent of caramel and his cologne invading your nostrils. As soon as the coat was over your shoulders you wanted to smile. You were surrounded by Katsuki, and it made you happy. But you were trying to be mad at him for forcing you to take his coat, so you avoided eye contact, knowing if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold back a smile. 

“Are you done now? Can we go?” You didn’t bother to answer, just turned around and started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He caught up to you in just a few long strides and grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him, his signature smirk plastered on his face as soon as he saw the smile that crept onto your lips. “Bet you’re warm now, aren’t you?”  

A strong gust of wind swept through the city blocks, and your hands darted down to your skirt to keep it from blowing up with it. “Suki can we just go? I’ll tell you you were right when we get back to your place. I’m freezing!” You pulled his jacket tighter around you once you were able to let go of your skirt, pouting at him. 

“You don’t have to tell me I’m right. I know I’m right. I’m always right.” Katsuki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head before heading in the direction of his apartment. The streets had begun to empty out almost entirely. Those who were still out were either advertising their shops or rushing home, trying to beat the rain. Katsuki let out a sigh and slowed his steps, and you looked up to him, confusion written over your face. “Sorry I fucked up the reservation.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. Mistakes happen, all that matters is that I get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you.” You reassured him, watching a scowl come across his face. 

“I don’t make mistakes. Especially stupid ones like getting a stupid date wrong.” He grumbled, causing you to giggle. “S’not funny. I wanted tonight to be perfect.” 

“Let me tell you what.” You stopped, standing in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.Any night I get to spend with you is perfect. We don’t need a fancy dinner for a perfect night. We could be in our pajamas sitting above the sushi shop watching crappy romance movies and I’d be happy because I’d be with you.” You pressed your pointer finger into his chest and he tried to hide his smile by turning his head. 

“Whatever, dumbass. Let’s get going before you get sick.” He began walking once more, returning his arm to your shoulder. 

The two of you had been taking your time making your way back, and had you known how fast the rain was coming in you wouldn’t have made that decision. Just five minutes from Katsuki’s place the sky opened up. 

“Shit, this way.” He directed you to under the awning of a nearby shop and adjusted his jacket from your shoulders to cover your head. “Think you can run?” 

“Suki, I’m wearing heels.” You pointed to your feet and he sighed. “I can try though.” 

He nodded and offered you his hand. “Ready?” 

Taking his hand in yours, you beamed up and him and nodded, letting him pull you into the rain and guide you to his place. It felt like you were a little kid again, running and playing in the rain with your friends, unable to hear your screams and giggles over the sound of the rain pounding on the pavement. While the jacket was doing an okay job at keeping the rain off the top of your body, it wasn’t so much the same for the lower half. Your skirt was drenched, and it felt like there were puddles in your shoes. 

Each step you took was more difficult than the last, and just a block down from Katsuki’s apartment you felt the heel of your shoe snap, your ankle rolling as the jagged edge hit the ground. You yelped in pain and stopped in your tracks, causing Katsuki to double back and be back at your side in an instant, his hand leaving yours to come to your waist to help steady you. 

“What?” He was on guard in an instant, always assuming the worst. 

“My shoe broke,” you winced as you put pressure on your foot. “And I hurt my ankle.” 

“I can’t bring you anywhere. How do you always manage to hurt yourself?” Katsuki adjusted the bag in his hands and turned his back to you, kneeling down. When you didn’t catch the hint he turned back to you. “Get on my back, dumbass. We’re almost home. I should have just carried you like this in the first place.” 

You were ready to argue, tell him you could make the walk back, but you were cold, it was raining, your ankle hurt, and there was no way you were ready to put up a fight. Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took the bag from his hands so he could fold his hands behind himself to support you. 

He made it to the doors of the lobby in a minute flat, gently setting you down so he could get the key card from the pocket of his jacket that was settled on your shoulders once more. Katsuki led the way to the elevator, you hobbling behind him, being careful to not put too much pressure on your hurt ankle. He punched the button for his floor and the two of you were standing there in silence, water dripping onto the floor beneath you as the elevator made its way up the building. 

Walking into Katsuki’s apartment always took your breath away. His place was only a few blocks from yours, but they had two very different views. While his was near the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, overlooking the busy city, yours was above a Sushi Shop that you had lucked out on because the owners were moving into a bigger place. It was cheap, close to your work, and, sure, it smelled like fish sometimes but it worked. 

Katsuki’s clothes were drenched, his shirt was clinging to his body like a skin-tight suit and you couldn’t help but admire his build. The way his shoulders and arms moved beneath the fabric as he lifted the shirt over his head, and the way his skin glistened beneath the lights of his apartment. He was beautiful. 

“You gonna go get dried off or what?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught you staring at him. “Go take a shower or something. Food will be done when you get out.” 

Katsuki lived in a two-bedroom apartment. His room was at the end of a long hall, the other room serving as a home office and gym. The walls were decorated with his achievements from the past and two photos. One photo of his parents - Mitsuki told you she had snuck that photo in when they were helping him move, and he either never noticed it, or never bothered to take it down - and one photo of him standing with Deku and All Might at their graduation. 

Attached to his bedroom was a massive bathroom, complete with a huge tub and separate shower, and his and hers sinks that he originally had no use for. Eventually, he’d started letting you keep some of your things on one side of the counter for when you would sleep over. You debated over whether you should take a bath or a shower, knowing the bath would feel amazing and would help soothe your ankle. You ultimately decided on the shower, because even though your ankle hurt, the shower would be faster, and after this evening's events, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up next to Katsuki and let his warmth embrace you like a blanket. 

After you’d cleaned up and changed, you made your way back to his room, searching for the clothes you left there the last time you stayed the night. Katsuki kept a couple of drawers cleared out for you, but you tried to keep the things you left over to a minimum, not wanting to completely take over his place. The only problem with that is that sometimes you left nothing but shorts, not a single shirt or pair of pants could be found anywhere in his room. 

“Suki?” You called from the doorway of his room. “I can’t find a shirt, and I only have shorts!” 

“So? Just wear something of mine!” His gruff voice boomed through the apartment over the sounds of the kitchen. “You know where my stuff is, just take whatever.” 

Turning to his closet, you set sights on his favorite sweatshirt, which in turn, happened to be your favorite as well. You had only ever worn it once, while he was out of town. He was gone on a mission and asked you to stay at his place to keep an eye on it, and while you didn’t know this, he knew there was no reason for someone to be staying in his place. He lived in one of the most secure buildings in the area, but he didn’t like the thought of you staying at your apartment, with nothing but a deadbolt to keep you safe. You spotted the sweatshirt hanging up neatly with the rest of his jackets and pulled it over your head, the bottom of it reaching your mid-thighs, covering the shorts you were wearing. 

“It smells good in here.” You made your way into the kitchen, snaking your arms around Katsuki as he stood in front of the stove, placing your cheek against his back. He had snuck back to the room at some point, exchanging his wet clothes for a pair of sweats and a black snug-fitting tank top. A yawn escaped you and Katsuki turned around, lifting your chin to give you a soft kiss on the lips. 

“Of course it does, dumbass. I’m cooking.” He looked further down, the look of realization coming over him as he recognized his sweatshirt. He held you out at arms length, eyes trailing up and down your body, not unlike the way he took you in at your apartment earlier. His eyes finally settled on where the sweatshirt ended. 

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide, trying to read his expression. It was almost like you were thrown back to when you had first started dating, trying to figure out if he was angry or embarrassed or if he liked it. You played with the hem of the sweatshirt and looked down. “I can go change if you want. I know this one’s your favorite but it’s just so warm.” 

Your words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in and he shook his head, a slight frown coming to his lips, offended that you would even consider changing. Katsuki gently pushed you to the other side of the kitchen, lifting you up and setting you on the cool, marbled surface of the counter. “The hell would you think I wanted you to change for, dumbass?” 

“Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset, so…” You trailed off, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You liked to think you knew Katsuki well, but times like this is where he would throw you off, completely unexpecting anything he would say or do. 

“Hell no, in fact, I never want to see a damn shirt of yours in here again. You look good, hell, even better than I do.” His voice fell to a whisper as he lifted your chin again, your eyes staring into his beautiful vermillion, lips just a few centimeters from his. 

Katsuki was so sure you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest. Your smile, your laugh, the way you spoke so passionately about your work or listened intently to anything he said about his. His heart rate picked up any time you were near him. At first, he hated it, the tightness in his chest was uncomfortable, and even though it took him a little longer than most to realize, he finally understood what it was. 

He took a shaky breath and tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear before bringing your lips to his. Your hands bundled into his tank top, pulling him closer while one of his settled behind your head. There was something different about this kiss than any of the previous that had been shared between the two of you. It was soft, yet hungry at the same time, passionate like he would never be able to kiss you again. 

A burning smell came from the stove, and Katsuki quickly pulled away, rushing to remove the pot from the burner, cursing as the contents bubbled and burned to the hot surface. He ran a spoon through the pot and cursed even louder when he realized the food was burnt to the bottom of the pan. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as your boyfriend tossed the pot into the sink. “Suki, I think someone’s trying to tell us we can’t have a good Valentine’s Day.” 

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your laugh, “to hell with them. I’m going to make this the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He stood before you again, lifting you to sit on the counter and standing between your legs. 

“It already has been the best Valentine’s Day.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Katsuki was the first to speak after you broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and pulling one of your hands away from his shirt, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you, Y/N.” 

Your free hand moved up to his slightly damp hair, eyes staring up into his once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.” This time, you were the one to pull him into a kiss, over the moon that he felt the same. 

The tightness in Katsuki’s chest lifted the moment you spoke those three words to him. All of his worries and fears that you hadn’t felt the same melted away. You meant everything to him, and if he could freeze this moment in time, to hold you the way he was holding you like he is now for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t think twice about it. 

[charkyzombicorn]

What did I Walk in On??

Kiribakudeku soulmate au

Edit: part two

Katsuki and Izuku find out that they're soulmates when they're kids because well.

Eventually the whole 'quirkless deku looking down on me' thing happens and it's worse because Izuku's all the more keen to stick by his side because the only other person that he thinks can love him is his mom.

Eventually, Katsuki makes the declaration. "My real soulmate better be better than a Deku like you, you better not try to get in our way, shit-nerd." Even though this mysterious third person is both of their soulmate. But, since Katsuki is also Izuku's soulmate, he listens. In middle school Katsuki gets more violent, but Izuku doesn't see a problem because he has to love Katsuki, they're soulmates. He knows he's worthless next to Katsuki, so he's just happy Katsuki doesn't want to leave him.

"Maybe you'll get a quirk in the next life if you take a swan dive off the roof."

And god, does Izuku stare at the street below him for a long time. His idol just told him his dream was unrealistic and suicidal, and his own soulmate wants him to die. It's only when he thinks about his other soulmate, that he realizes how selfish he's being. His dad left his mom, Izuku's all she has. Katsuki's reputation would be ruined if it got out that he pushed a classmate into suicide, and All Might doesn't need a child's death weighing his conscience. Izuku got off the building and suddenly there was a terrible feeling in his gut.

An explosion not far from where he stood.

He ran, he didn't know why he ran, why was he running? Before he knew it his lungs ached and his throat burned, but he got to what he was apparently running toward.

And he'd never seen Katsuki that scared before, ingulfed in the slime monster that nearly suffocated him not even an hour ago.

He moved, quickly formulating a plan and damn his legs hurt. He threw his backpack at the villain, stunning it just long enough to start clawing desperately at the villain. Izuku could feel one of his soul marks burning.

No

He's slipping

With the adrenaline pumping through his vains, Izuku grabbed his arm and yanked. He got the top half of Katsuki out and he was gasping for breath. There was a loud clap and suddenly the wind around him was increadibly strong. He tried to protect the barely conscious and larger boy but before he knew it he was picked up by the neck of his uniform like a fish, Katsuki no different.

"I AM HERE!!"

Dread pooled in Izuku's stomach, because he didn't want to be realistic, he wanted to be a hero, but even the man who's face is plastered on every 'you can be a hero' billboard thinks he's worthless.

The next half-hour passed like a blur, he's pretty sure every pro hero in Mustafu has scolded him at this point, because he was a foolish, weak, quirkless child.

He walked home but was pulled into an alley by none other than Katsuki himself. "This means nothing, you're still a worthless piece of crap and you didn't help me at all back there."

Izuku hasn't felt this numb before, this ammune to what Katsuki says. Instead, he speaks back for once, without thinking about it. "Having a soulmate so close to dying really burns, I'm sorry I almost forced you feel the same." And Katsuki froze, the blood draining from his face in the alley.

Izuku walked out without another word, all the ridicule of the day echoing in his head, he was getting a headache.

But when All Might, in his weakened form, bumped into him just as the sun was setting, things changed.

Izuku lived on a tight training schedule, pushing himself as far as he could go and then further. He noticed that Katsuki was ignoring him now, and he always cut himself off when he was yelling.

"Eat this."

After a brief explanation, Izuku gladly took the hair after being told the other options.

He broke his leg and his arm in the entrance exam, but he was happy, because he got in.

Class 1-A was the class he and Katsuki were assigned to, and he walked in with a deep breath.

"The person with the fewest points will be expelled."

And the anxiety is back.

Izuku was pulling up normal numbers, and panicking, so he did what he usually did when he was nervous. He analyzed the hero students.

What caught his attention, was a boy named Aoyama, he wore a belt and shot a laser from his stomach. Izuku wondered how the belt worked, slipping into his mumbling habit.

"Is it to concentrate his laser? No, then he wouldn't be allowed to use it because it would be a support item. Maybe it's for his safety? Controlling his laser so it won't destroy his stomach? Does the belt spread out the laser's pressure to lessen the impact on Aoyama's stomach?" And then he froze. "Can I do that?"

So he tried it, and he could feel green lightning crackling through his body. He only had an instant to watch the scowl on Katsuki's face be replaced with shock before he was racing. He cleared half the way in a fraction of a second before One for All completely sputtered out, leaving him bowling to the finish line at a break-neck speed.

So he couldn't hold that for long.

He did the same with the ball throw, and with an instant he threw the ball so fast it broke the sound barrier, making everyone cover their ears. His legs ached as much as his arms did and he almost collapsed, but was caught by...fabric?

"Why did you almost collapse there?" Eraserhead ordered more than asked, and suddenly Izuku had to think of a lie, one that would convince both the teacher and Katsuki, who he saw was frothing at the mouth.

So he told an outline of the truth. "I only developed this quirk at the entrance exam, I'm sorry." He ducked his head as the teacher's expression changed completely.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Katsuki's gears turning. "So, you tried to get into UA as a functioning quirkless." He stated. "I'm sure you know how lucky you are that you got a quirk with so much potential so suddenly." He put Izuku down with a sigh.

"You better not show so much recklessness in the future, problem child." Izuku turned back to the crowd of students, to see they were all staring at him, with various levels of shock. Suddenly he locked eyes with red.

It was a slightly darker red than Katsuki's, the boy was about as tall as katsuki with spiky red hair. The boy smiled, showing his sharp jagged teeth and something in Izuku clicked.

"My real soulmate better be better than a Deku like you, you better not try to get in our way, shit-nerd."

The words from so long ago echoed in Izuku's mind, but then he had another thought, gripping his wrist where this boy's soul mark lies. He's my soulmate.

He walked into the crowd, right toward the taller boy. "Hi! I'm Kirishima Eijirou. What about you?" The boy asked with a large grin that showed all his sharp teeth.

"M-Midoriya Izuku. U-um..." he didn't really know how to say the words, so he just showed the boy the red soul mark imprinted on his wrist. The other boy's smile somehow grew wider before he crouched and lifted his pant leg. There on his calf was the same green soul mark that was imprinted in Katsuki's leg.

Izuku was reduced to sputtering, looking up at his other soulmate. "So, do you know who orange is?" He said, lifting his sleeve to show the orange soul mark that painted his and Izuku's bicep.

"DEKU!!" The simple name made Izuku involuntarily flinch. He snapped his head over just in time to see Katsuki stomping toward him. He was picked up by the front of his collar by Katsuki, who was hurling insults and accusations.

Everyone had there attention on the two. Suddenly he was put down, and his eyes landed on Kirishima Eijirou gripping Katsuki's wrist. "What the hell, dud-" and that was as far as he got before he noticed the red peeking through the fingers that held Katsuki's wrist. He shifted his hands to see the same red mark that painted Izuku's same wrist.

Realization his Katsuki and he turned to Izuku, who gave a nod, head still pointed down.

Crap.

[oikawasass]

Can I pleaaaase get some reader comforting bakugou after he had a really bad day?

hope this is alright

it’s just a bad day.

‣ pairing : bakugo x fem reader.

‣ oneshot.

‣ synopsis : the bomb that is bakugo katsuki being defused by his girlfriend after a long day.

‣ wordcount : 1.4k+

‣ warnings : angst if u squint, swearing.

it was sometime after 1700, and class 1-a was joined together down in the common room for dinner. everyone was in their small cliques at their own unassigned, yet claimed tables. the table of interest, for the time being, was occupied by kaminari, kirishima, (name), mina, and bakugo. their small squad would sit in the same seats, at the same table, for both breakfast and dinner. it was a bit of an unspoken rule.

the table was often filled with lighthearted bickering and arguing, stupid jokes and the gang making fun of each other, complaining about whatever insane amount of homework aizawa had assigned that night, and any other kind of things that crossed their minds. to anyone outside of the group, it would seem like they were constantly at each other's throats. but to them? this was the type of chaotic, yet friendly of energy they all gave off. perhaps that’s what caused them to click so well.

today, however, something seemed off at the table that was usually so lively and energetic. it was like a thick blanket of tension hung over everyone’s shoulders, yet no one could exactly figure out why.

at least, they couldn’t figure out why it was coming from where it was.

the aura was obviously coming from the hotheaded blonde, seated at the edge of the table beside his girlfriend. he had seemed a tad more rigged than usual all day, but now that they were all seated alone together outside of class, it seemed to shine through much more than it had earlier.

it was tolerable, sure, things went on as they usually did between the rest of the friends, but no one could shake the...awkward feeling that strung through the air.

of course, kaminari was the first one to actually speak up about it.

" yo, kacchan, what's got you so grumpy today? " he asked, words barely audible from the rice stuffed in his cheeks that he’d shovelled into his mouth right before speaking.

bakugo didn’t answer, simply sighing heavily with a low growl beneath his breath as he continued to pick at his food.

everyone shot each other the same worried look when katsuki passed the opportunity to chew out denki, only confirming their suspicions that something was wrong.

kirishima was the next one to give it a shot.

" y’know you can tell us right? even if you think it’s stupid or something we’ll still lis- "

" just leave it the fuck alone already. "

he snapped back, cutting off the redhead before he could finish. his head didn’t lift up from his plate of curry, continuing to push around the rice. his voice wasn’t as loud, or as angry as one may have expected, it just sounded irritated. maybe even tired.

mina had her turn next.

" hey, you don’t gotta tell us if you’re not feelin’ it. but just remember the offer is there if ya change your m-! "

she too was cut off, this time by bakugo standing up with a slam of his palms against the table. roughly pushing his chair aside, he shoved his hands into his pockets and began to stomp away.

" wait wait! kacchan where are you go- "

" I said to fucking leave it, kaminari. "

the group once more all gave each other the same look, except this time it was one of pure shock. something was definitely up.

normally, they wouldn’t be too concerned if something might’ve been wrong. bakugo tends to get over things pretty quickly, and is good at handling is own issues on his own. they knew to give him his space to work things out if something was bothering him.

but when something was visibly wrong with him, that’s when they knew they had reason to worry.

katsuki knew how to put up a good front. despite his attitude and overall personality, he knew how to keep his composure when it came to his weak spots. rarely did he ever let himself be noticeably upset.

kirishima stood up to go follow the blonde, only to have (name) place her hand down on his shoulder to keep him seated.

" stay here, I got this one. "

she stood up and quickly followed him out of the dining hall, making her way up to the boys’ dorms in a small sprint.

after managing to catch up with him, following the sound of a door being thrown shut, she approached his dorm room, knocking lightly before letting herself inside.

" katsuki? "

she shut the door behind her, walking up to the blonde who was face down on his bed, head buried into his pillow.

" the hell do you want? "

sighing softly, (name) shuffled up to his bed, hopping up onto his mattress with him and plopping herself down on his back so she was straddling over top of him.

" talk to me. "

" ‘bout what? "

" whatever’s bothering you. "

" just fuckin’ drop it already, you’re givin’ me a headache. "

" babe. "

he stopped answering after that, continuing to keep his head stuffed down into his pillow.

" babe. "

still no answer.

" babe, cmon. "

" babe. "

" b- "

he finally snapped, that angry vein in his forehead poking out.

" fucking- what?? "

(name) couldn’t stop the small chuckle that fell from her lips, leaning up onto her knees so that katsuki could move.

" flip over, will you? "

she asked, poking the back of his head a few times. with a loud, annoyed, this close to throwing her out of his dorm room window groan, bakugo flipped onto his back, (name) sitting back down right after so that she was comfortably sat across his lap.

the girl leaned down to kiss him, softly cupping his scratched up cheeks. katsuki slowly reached up to gently, yet firmly hold around her waist, feeling all of his stresses and worries that had been sitting on his shoulders like a heavyweight all day be lifted off. for the first time that day, he felt like he could actually breathe.

(name) hugged around his shoulders, resting her head comfortably in the crook of his neck and placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

" you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you really don’t want, but sometimes it helps to open up. you know I’m here to listen no matter what, okay? "

katsuki normally would have defended himself in the scene taking place, assuring he was fine and telling her to drop the topic, but truth be told he was too tired.

the way he felt was odd. it was the first time throughout his whole day he was able to take a breath and relax, but now he almost felt more upset than he did before. maybe it was because he had been pushing all of his negative thoughts to the very back of his head since he woke up, now everything he’d been ignoring was surfacing right back up to the front.

he subconsciously wrapped his arms tightly around the girl on top of him, tightly hugging her waist and burying his face into her shoulder.

(name) turned her head to kiss his cheek, moving one of her hands up and atop his head to slowly run her fingers through his tangled blonde hair. she smiled softly to herself, the softer side of her boyfriend never failing to make her feel this warmness in her chest.

" you’re sure that you don’t wanna talk about it? "

(name) asked once more, voice calm and patient as to hopefully not anger him with the question.

katsuki shook his head, tightening his hold around her torso and lightly clutching to the fabric of her t-shirt.

" no. just-just stay here. my day was shitty and I just wanna be with you right now, alright? "

he admitted against his own better judgement, his voice was low, his words coming out more as muffled mutters rather than a clear sentence, but (name) was still able to hear him just enough.

kissing his cheek another time, continuing to rub small, slow circles on the top of his head to relax him, she nodded.

" okay babe, I’m here as long as you need me. "

they sat in silence for a while, and (name) slowly started to drift off to sleep on top of him, not being able to help her sudden feeling of drowsiness from being wrapped up in his warm arms for so long.

right as she was about to doze off, she heard a soft, ever so quiet mumble come from the boy she laid on top of.

" thank you. "

smiling to herself, she hugged herself closer to him with a light sigh, mumbling just as quietly against his neck:

" that’s what I’m here for. "

[zukkoxx]

refusing to hold their hand

w/ bakugo, deku, kirishima (time skip)

bakugo 💥

this dude....

first of all, he was always hesitant to hold your hand in the first place

being that his quirk was easily set off by his sweaty hands.

but when he did happen to hold your hand, it was tight, firm, almost impossible to break free from.

but you loved messing with your boom boom boy, so you decided to pull a joke

you were at the market on ur usual every other week errand run, getting a couple of things for your home.

bakugo was pushing the chart while you were striding next to him.

usually, you had your hand under his on the bar of the cart while he pushed it, just to be close to him.

but when you didn’t make your hand over to his like you always did, he decided to just grab yours, thinking you forgot.

he reached for your hand that was swinging by your side and grabs it, placing it on the bar and putting his on top.

but you quickly pulled away before he could get too comfortable

“ahh i’ve been looking for these!” you say, walking to an aisle with chips.

bakugo just watched you with a quirked eyebrow as you walked away from him.

he approached you slowly as you held up two different kinds of chips. “which ones?” you ask

“just get both.” he says gruffly, and you smile, placing them in the back of the cart.

“come on, i have to get something for dinner.” your boyfriend says, holding his hand out towards you.

you walked up to him, and slide your hand down his muscular arm.

and just as you reached his wrist, you let your hand flop to your side, leaving his cold and alone.

“why are you...?” he begins to ask, still confused of your actions

“hm?” you perkily ask, turning your gaze towards him.

“never mind, let’s go.” he tries to give you a hint, anything to let you know you weren’t holding him.

he hooks his arm under yours and lifts it til your hand is where he can grab it. but as he goes to reach for it yet again, you pull away and fold your arms, making it impossible for him to take a hold of your hand

he stared blankly at you as you begin to walk away from him. ( u know that confused face he has)

“hey, what’s your problem?” he yells from behind you.

“what’re you talking about kats?” you ask obliviously.

“why won’t you hold my hand? what, are they too sweaty?” he quickly rubs his hands on his jeans before squeezing them, making sure they feel right.

“too warm?” he adds.

“there’s nothing wrong with them katsuki. why do you ask?”

“well because; you always push the stupid cart with me while we’re in the store...now your acting like you don’t even wanna be near me!” he grunted embarrassingly.

he never liked admitting how much he loved your touch. how at ease it made him feel.

and how you were one of the only people that was comfortable being that close to him

the fact that you were resisting it put him on edge, and you noticed when you saw the confusion and distress in his eyes

you decided to stop the joke, and quickly walked to him, tucking your hand under his on the bar of the cart and smiling. “i’m sorry katsuki. i didn’t notice.” you awkwardly smiled.

no you didn’t tell him it was planned.

he would have held a grudge against you the entire day.

and besides, seeing him sigh in relief and his features relax when you finally held his hand was the best reaction you could ask for.

deku 🥦

izuku was an amazing boyfriend

he always took into consideration how you were feeling, if you were comfortable with things,

just you in general.

he’d never let your opinions or thoughts be shut out.

but that doesn’t mean he won’t question you when you seem to be acting weird or out of the ordinary.

you guys were going on a date at a park you lived by.

you decided to walk to take in the warm weather, and naturally, he went to grab your hand that swayed aimlessly by him.

smiling slightly, he tugged on your fingers before intertwining them.

but with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you quickly pulled it away, stuffing it into your pocket.

izuku turned to you with a questioning expression.

his eyes glanced down at the hand covered by your jeans as he sighed, missing the feeling of you palm pressed tight against his.

he decided to not question it, thinking your hand must’ve felt more comfortable in your pocket at the moment

when you guys made it to the park, he helped you set up the picnic you planned on having and began having easy conversation with him.

he stared at you lovingly as you told him about your week. defeating villains and what not.

he couldn’t help but scoot towards, wanting to be close.

he looked down at the hand you were leaning on, and began to rub your wrist softly, hoping you’d open your palm so he could grab it.

but when you shift to sit straight up and placed you hands in your lap, he decided to say something.

“baby, are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.

“i’m fine izuku. why?”

“i-it’s nothing! just making sure...um...do you not want to hold my hand? it’s fine if you don’t! i don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to it’s just i love holding your hand and-”

you were quick to stop izuku when he went into an overthinking rant by pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, shutting him up right away.

“i’m sorry izu...i was just joking around. there’s nothing wrong.”

you said, looking at his flushed but relieved features.

“ahh..good. you scared me for a second there.” he chuckled, finally grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of it.

kirishima 🪨

eijiro was a really touchy, clingy boyfriend to begin with.

if you were near him, there was no doubt you’d be having some type of contact with him.

hand around your waist, back hugs from behind.

touch was definitely one of his love languages.

how mean you were! pulling this prank on him just to show mina that kiri wasn’t that dependent on your touch.

it started as a little joke when he picked you and mina up for lunch, who you were patrolling the streets with.

eijiro went to grab your hand and mina looked at you with the most devilish smile.

you could tell what that smirk meant, remembering the conversation you had with her just about an hour ago.

she stated that kiri was so adamant on touching and being near you that it would be impossible for him to stay away from you for over an hour. which was how long your lunch break was.

so instead of lacing your fingers with your red haired boyfriend, you put them behind your back.

kiri was confuzzled. you don’t walk like that...ever.

but he shrugged it off. he’ll have more opportunities to hold you.

you guys made it into the small cafe where you would eat lunch, and much to his dismay, you ended up sitting next to mina and diagonal from him, instead of next to him like you usually did.

questions and insecurities made his heat beat quicken as he stared at you intensely.

were you mad him?

in a bad mood?

you glanced at his gaze and quickly smiled at him, seeing him visibly untense but continue to look at you peculiarly.

the lunch was normal for the most part. you were talking to him like everything was fine, but as you left, and he went to try to grab your hand again, you were quick to speed walk in front of him.

and you didn’t even kiss his cheek before you went back on patrol.

having enough of your standoffish vibes, kiri took it into his own hands to show you what you were missing out on

after a long day of patrol, you entered your shared house, only to find kiri already at the door.

you had long forgotten about what mina said by now, and smiled as you walked closer to him. “hey eiji-”

it was almost too fast for you to understand what was going on before you realized you were pressed against the door with kiri’s lips tight against yours.

your eyes were wide with surprise and after a few seconds, you tapped kiri three times in an attempt to catch your breath.

he pulled back with a deep pout. “that didn’t work either!?” he asked suddenly

“what are you talking about eijiro?” you heaved.

“babe- you haven’t touched me all day, you didn’t even hold my pinky while we walked to my car like you usually do!” he almost whined, shoulders dropping. “i thought that if you were reminded how awesome and loving your man could make you feel, you would stop avoiding me.”

saying you felt bad was an under statement.

you sighed, reaching up to place a hand on kiri’s cheek which he instantly fell into.

“i’m sorry eiji! it was a stupid joke between mina and i. she was convinced you couldn’t go an hour without touching.” you sheepishly laugh.

“and she was right! that was torture, y/n.”

“i’m sorry my love.” you stood on your toes and quickly pecked your pouting boyfriend. “it won’t happen again.”

he couldn’t resist the smile that was forming as he leaned down. “better not.”

HELLO IM BACK!! work & school has been kicking my ass, i’m sorry for my inactiveness. how was this?? i’m happy to hear ur feedback.

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[tenkoscumslut]

bakugou x reader (angst + fluff +angst)

so um this is based of off Heather bc im in my feels 

I also don’t ship Uraraka and Bakugou, but in this they are together

enoy~

You had the biggest crush on your classmate Bakugou Katsuki, he was perfect in your eyes, his hair, his eyes, his personality, and that possessiveness he carries around.

That night, the 3rd of december, he had pushed you into a pond drenching your newly bought sweater, “BAKKKAAAA!!!”, you whined and sat up in the pond.  He just kept laughing, if it weren’t for his mother, he probably would’ve let you walk home completely soaked, but the aggressively kind woman forced him to give you some spare clothes.

He had given you his sweater, it was to big on you, but it fit perfectly in your eyes.  It smelled of carmel and a hint of ash, you flopped onto his bed and grinned pulling out your phone, ready to start playing among us.

“You can keep the sweater”, he said around 3 in the morning, empty monster cans from your bag laid upon the nightstand next to his bed, “Really?”, I asked with a slight hopefulness.

“Yeah, it looks better on you anyways”, he replied, that sent a huge blush to your cheeks, and you chose not to respond and just accept the sweater.

+++

Now you were leaning across your desk to talk to Bakugou.  “Mhh but So-”, you were about to finish your sentence when a girl with brown hair came running down the aisle, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bakugou.

You could hear your heart shatter when you turned your head completely.  It was like your entire world stopped, and all you could see was his expression, a small blush had creeped to his cheeks, his eyes were wide, like he was witnessing a true goddess.

But to be honest, you couldn’t blame him, what a sight for sore eyes, huh?.  She ran up to the kid named Izuku and started to rant on about something both of us couldn’t hear.

He looked over to continue your conversation but was startled to see you walking out of the class.  You didn’t want him to see you crying, he liked it when you put on a mask, but this time you couldn’t hold it up for him.

+++

You sat in the bathroom, the razor in your pocket was so tempting, nobody would know, right?....right.

+++

The next week you were at the mall, your usual place to hang out with Bakugou, you remember when you were kids he would work to get you a boba, and claim when he was old enough, he’d marry you.  A sad smile appeared to your face, know he wasn’t going to, you knew that, though you hopped he might.

Know you saw him, she was wearing a tank top and shorts while he wore a t-shirt and long pants, he hand was wrapped around his waist, and his arm was wrapped around her shoulder, a wide grin on her face, and boba was in her hand.

How stupid you were.

You thought he cared about you.

“Hey, Y/N”, his voice snapped you back to the moment, you raised your eyes to see him in front of you with Ochaco, “U-Um yeah?”, you greeted him, like he was asking you for something.  “Can I have my sweater back?”, his voice was so cool about this.

“Oh...”, you mumbled, looking down to still see it on you, “...sure”, you replied and took it off, you wore a t-shirt he gave you for your birthday, a small skull was on the back of the shirt.  He grinned and handed Ochaco the sweatshirt, you could feel your chest tightening.  Your ticks were coming back indicating an anxiety attack was going to overcome your body.

You needed to get out.

+++

Months had passed, you had learned how to get over the fact you wouldn’t be with your soulmate, for he didn’t share the same feelings with you.

Though that didn’t stop your old habits from re appearing.

“Yeah, Ochaco and I are going through some problems”, Bakugou groaned running his fingers through his hair.  You couldn’t stand that girl anymore, she was constantly bossing him around, you wanted Katsuki happy, and he wouldn’t be happy with you or her, he needed to move on.

Though you still wished he loved you.

“Y/N!”, your mother screeched from downstairs.  You jumped by the sudden loud noise, “Yeah mama?”, you called back softly, “Get your ass down here now”, she shouted.  You looked at Bakugou before leaving the room and walking down to your mom.

There was a paper, along with a box, she was standing there, a mix of concern and rage burned in her eyes, “What the fuck is this?!”, she hissed and motioned to the box and paper.  You stared at her confused, you opened the box, showing the newly stained razors, “You told me you stopped”, she snapped.

“I-I did!”, you exclaimed a lie, “Show me your wrist”, she hissed, I hesitated before reaching my arm out, new scars were barley healed on her wrist, she covered her mouth with her hand, her other hand was on the counter supporting her.

“I-”, she spoke softly tears brimming in her eyes, “Did....is that the only place?”, she asked, I shook my head in shame, “Where?”, she croaked out.  I lifted my shirt to show the scars running along my stomach and my inner thighs.

You could tell she was on the verge of fainting.  “M-Mama, sit down”, you exclaimed and quickly pushed her into the chair.  She ran fingers through her hair, “You were so happy”, she croaked, “what am I doing wrong?”.

“nothing mama”, you mumbled.

+++

You had gotten rid of all the razors, and actually tried in a love life.  You were going on a date this evening, you had fully gotten past Bakugou, who recently broken up with Ochaco.

In fact, you had actually managed to completely shut him out of your life, he was abusive, and an aggressive kid who needed to sort his priorities out.  Maybe you would reconsider your friendship with him after he learns how to control himself.

You glanced over at Shoto who was scribbling on a paper, you tilted your head in confusion, right now you wore his hoodie, which was so comfortable and warm,a nd it smelled just like him.

Little did you know your ex best friend was glaring red eyes into the back of your head, god how was he so fucking selfish.

He loved you, so much, and not in a friend or sibling type of way.  He loved you, and when you cut him off, it felt like you were actually cutting him.  Both him and Ochaco agreed that they didn’t love each other, and during the process of the break up he pushed you away.

Shoto handed you the small piece of paper which wrote, “Do you think Mr. Aizawa would turn into a cocoon if he stayed in his sleeping bag for to long?”.  Y/N giggled lightly, Shoto was amazing, he was so nice, you grabbed a pen from your bag and wrote, “You wanna test that theory?”.

You handed the note back to him with a smile, the same smile you gave him, he thought that smile was reserved for him and him only.  But he guessed wrong.  All those things that you thought were for you, weren’t, and though you didn’t intend to hurt him at all, he finally received a taste of his own medicine.

+++

You wore an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath, you had just gotten out of the shower, and you were currently blowing drying your hair.  You looked so pretty, and as soon as you were finished you started to put on a little bit of make up.

The doorbell to your home rang, you dashed downstairs, it was a bit early for Shoto to be hair, but you weren’t complaining.  You opened the door eagerly, but the energy was removed from you when you saw Katsuki.

“T-tsuki?”, you asked softly.  “Look Y/N I-....god I shouldn’t have-....are you busy tonight?”, he was trying to figure out how to put his emotions into words to no use.

“Oh um, i’m actually going out with Sho tonight”, you mumbled and smiled softly, “Maybe next week”...

He knew he would never have you

You were slipping out of his hands 

You could do so much more without the weight of him on your shoulders

And he respected that

He just wants you to know

No matter what you do

Or who you end up becoming

He will always love you

And support you

Your his soulmate after all

. . .

[blownbybakugou]

Confessions

Midoriya

you will never see him more nervous than he is in that moment

he'll be sweating atrociously, and the flowers he bought for you nearly slip out of his damn hand because he's shaking so much

the poor kid can barely form a sentence too, he's just standing there in front of you mumbling words.

and he's trying so hard to keep eye contact with you, but just the thought of looking at your pretty face makes him super dizzy

when you say you'll go out with him he literally burst out crying in joy with how happy he is.

 “i r-really like y-you, y/n-Chan! p-please accept m-my f-f-feelings!” izuku stammers, shoving out a bouquet of pretty lavenders in front of him. his head was lowered, but his eyes kept attempting to meet yours as he shook in a constant rhythm.

 “i like you too, izu-kun!” you giggle. deku lifts his head and grins widely while his eyes begin to brim with tears. you embrace him tightly and let his trembling arms wrap around your torso.

Bakugou

he nearly scares the shit out of you with how aggressively he asks you out

and trust me, he doesn't ask you to be his girlfriend, he demands it.

but really, he's sweet about how he does it, he just doesn't really know how.

honestly, i think he believes he's being romantic about it, so just say yes and don't question it.

 “be my fucking girlfriend.” bakugou commands, his usual scowl adorning his face. you blink in surprise at his outburst but lean in to hug him nonetheless. “wh-what the hell are you doing, idiot! touch me and I’ll blow you to smithereens!” he shouts, yanking himself away from you. “but, bakugou-kun, aren’t couples supposed to hug?” you exclaim, showing faux confusion on your delicate features. katsuki huffs as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “whatever, dumbass” he mumbles, the pink tint on his face making you smile softly.

Todoroki

he gets straight to the point. he doesn't fuck around.

like, he just says what he needs to, and then that's that.

like izuku he brings you a flower, but it's the classic rose.

it’s still cute even if it’s simple, don't worry.

   “i have feelings for you l/n-San.” shouto deadpans, staring you straight in the eye with an unreadable expression. in his right hand there was a rose that he handed to you with extreme care. “e-eh?! todoroki-kun, are you s-sure?” you stutter, bashfully rubbing your arm. he nods, clearly confused at why you would assume he was lying. “i, like you too todoroki-kun.” you respond with a dark blush staining your cheeks. you lightly wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest in embarrassment. he returns your gesture hesitantly and coddles you in his warmth.

Kirishima

he really reels in the confidence for this one, but we know he's secretly terrified of losing you

in fact, you guy would probably be friends for the longest time because he's too scared to ask you out, and there's a chance he wouldn't do it anyway.

so, either you ask him out or it takes him years to gain the courage to ask you out.

he would act like he's super confident too, when you can tell he's almost dying inside.

“hey, y/n, do you wanna go on a date this saturday?” kiri calls after you, a clear forced look of confidence plastered o his face. You stop, frozen by the heat rising across your face and burning the tips of your ears. “u-uh, are sure you have the right person?” you mutter, fiddling with your fingers in embarrassment. “the person i really like? i think i definitely have the right gal” he smiles gently, taking your hand in his. “i suppose i wouldn’t mind” you hum, leaning your head onto his chest to hear his hammering heartbeat. “here, i got you these.” he grins, handing you a bunch of daisies. “thank you, kirishima-kun.” you laugh, gushing at his adorable thoughtfulness. he only continues to smile humbly in return. “see you on saturday, princess”

Monoma

• this rat bastard somehow managed to ask you out through insults.

• and he made sure to make a huge fucking deal out it too, practically shouting it for the whole school to hear

• and of course, he had to do it directly in front of your class, 1-a

 “oh, look, it’s the only girl that doesn’t belong in 1-A!” your eyes roll at his super obvious exclusion of you once again, because in a way you knew that this was his way of comlimenting you. “i wonder why one of those 1-a losers haven’t snatched her up yet, she is right up their league” He snickers in triumph, his hand thrashing in the air. “just ask her out already you dumbass!” kendo shouts angerily at him as she slaps the back of neito’s head. 

   “oh, she’s too stupid to notice my feelings, she is from 1-a after all” He boasts confidently. “if you liked me, you could’ve just said so,” you remark, crossing your arms as you stare at him, clearly ticked off.

“well, i like you. hear that you 1-a scums?! this girl is mine now!”