#king explosion murder god dynamight

[sweetbeanmacchiato]

Sharing that one braincell

[genie-made-of-clouds]

Best Jeanist: I can fix him.

Aizawa: you can try

[vrykolart]

little bakugou spread i did for class!

[stupidnerd1]

The brightest star💥✨

[serotonins-stuff]

Hurt | K. Bakugo

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gn!reader

Sypnosis: You were badly injured during a mission and landed in a coma. Bakugo has been by your side till the moment you woke up, and is currently taking care of you.

Warnings: angst, mentions of near death, mentions of hospital.

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You sigh loudly as you walk into your home. The air tense as Bakugo carried your luggage from the car into the house.

You had just came back from a long stay at the hospital, in a short coma for your careless mistake during a mission.

Bakugo hasn't had a conversation with you since you became conscious. He's just been giving nods and short responses, almost like he was avoiding talking to you at all. Was he angry that you put your life on the line during that mission?

The fact that he wasn't letting you do anything yourself started to irritate you too. You couldn't even lift your luggage without him grabbing it from you and mumbling something like "You'll get hurt"

You felt guilty for everything of course. Especially when you found out he's been by your bedside ever since you were admitted. During that time he wasn't taking care of himself either. You could tell from his eyebags and pale skin.

You sigh audibly, strolling into the house while Bakugo brought the luggage behind you. The air was so tense you could almost see it.

He strolls over to the kitchen pulling out 2 already-made dinners considering it was too late to cook anything.

"I'm not hungry" you voiced softly, walking past him and towards the stairs.

Not before he stopped right in front of you, blocking your path. "You're going to eat" he asserted.

"I said that I'm not hungry" you said with more emphasis, bubbling with anger by the minute as you tried to push past him but he didn't budge.

"And I wasn't asking" he outstretched the warm food towards you.

"Why are you being like this?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Everything's ok so I don't understa-"

"It's not ok!" Katsuki snapped. For a moment everything was silent, except for the clattering utensils on the marble floor. The food he had warmed earlier was now scattered across the ground.

His chest was heaving slightly and you could tell he was agitated. Both of you kept eye contact, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"I was the one who carried your bloody body to the hospital" he started lowly, his Addams apple shifting uncomfortably.

"I was the one-" he pointed a finger roughly to his chest "Who felt you go limp in my arms"

He looked away from you, and you saw the shimmer of his eyes. Tears threatening to pool out of them but he held back. "I saw you die"

"I'm right here Katsuki" you inched closer to him pulling his muscular body into a hug.

He was shaking violently, his arms stiff and heart thumping wildly.

You caressed his back soothingly, trying to hold back your tears as you realized how difficult this must've been for him. Watching you on a hospital bed every wondering if you're even going to make it.

He took another deep breath, to prepare for what he was about to say. Tears were falling freely from his face. He held onto you like his life depended on it. Like if he let go he'd lose you again.

"Your heart...it stopped" his voice broke and your chest pained at that. "The doctors almost weren't able to bring you back"

He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, because every time he did, the image of various wires and tubes through your body came to mind.

His knees buckled and you held onto him when they reached the floor. " You were put on a ventilator and I thought you weren't going to -" he paused tears finally pouring out his eyes as you held him. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body trembling from his sobs.

"Hey," you said softly holding his cheek and wiping his tears "I'm right here ok?"

For the past few weeks this had been killing him on the inside. The thought that you weren't going to make it. The doctors were constantly telling him that you're heart was too weak and you weren't going to wake up.

He'd always yell at them and order them to do everything they could to save you. He'd cry at your bedside, holding onto your hand wishing you'd just wake up.

"I'm not going anywhere" you choked on a cry "I promise"

Tears flowed down your cheeks and you held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his back while he sobbed. He held you even closer, the feeling of your warmth bringing him at ease. The feeling of your reassurance putting his mind at rest.

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nnnnnn here iz Bakusquad!! yippee!!! theze r fun!! :3

[katszzzz]

heres a bakugo playlist for my baku lovers <33

[red-riot-gives-you-wings]

I drew my smiley boy 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Poor thing needs a towel to clean up the blood.

He had little explosions dancing around him when he’s happy!!!

Edgeshot had to repair most of his internal organs so I bet you 100% Bakugous stomach is messed up from so much hot sauce. He’s used to it now, edgeshot is just concerned.

[loveforchatnoir]

LORD EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT DAY!

[camiefromstatefarm]

The 'Boku No Hero Academia' Characters as Sushi Rolls 'cause I'm craving sushi at the moment

Katsuki Bakugou: Dynamite Roll

Hanta Sero: Spider Roll

Shoto Todoroki: Boston Roll

Camie Utsushimi: OMG Roll

Tsuyu Asui: Tsunami Roll

Izuku Midoriya: California Roll

Momo Yaoyorozu: Magical Roll

Eijirou Kirishima: Spicy Crunchy Salmon Roll

Mashirao Ojiro: Shrimp Tempera Roll

All Might: Sake Roll

Tenya Iida: 911 Roll

Himiko Toga: Crazy Girl Roll

Endeavor: Volcano Roll

Denki Kaminari: Golden Dragon Roll

Fumikage Tokoyami: Black Dragon Roll

Mezo Shouji: Spicy Beach Maki Roll

Itsuka Kendo: Salmon&Avacado Roll

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Deep Fried Dynamite Tempera Roll

Yuga Aoyama: Christmas Roll

Neito Monoma: Alaska Roll

Yui Kodai: Spider Hand Roll

Shota Aizawa: Philadelphia Roll

Ryukyu: Phoenix Roll

Present Mic: Rainbow Tobiko Roll

Nana Shimura: Dynasty Roll

Mina Ashido: Fruits Roll

Ochaco Uraraka: Sweet Potato Tempera Roll

Mei Hatsume: Crazy Tuna Roll

Miruko: Full Moon Roll

Hiryu Rin: Green Dragon Roll

Koji Koda: Vegetable Roll

Kyoka Jiro: Rock 'n Roll

Rikido Sato: Deluxe Rainbow Roll

Hitoshi Shinso: Eel Cucumber Roll

Nejire Hado: Spiral Roll

Tamaki Amajiki: Rising Sun Roll

Mirio Togata: Golden Snapper Roll

Tomura Shigaraki: Spicy California Hand Roll

Twice: Ex-boyfriend Roll

Dabi: Smoked Salmon Roll

Eri: White Tuna Roll

[mercymccann]

💥💥🧨HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAKUGO 🧨💥💥

April 20th

[sarahjtv]

My Hero Academia Chapter 403: The End of an Era and The Beginning

It's been a while since I did this mainly due to being busy with Grad School (which I'm almost done with thank god). But, I don't think a chapter has gotten me this hyped since Shoto Todoroki: Rising and Ochako's chapter where she saves Toga. Since the chapter is officially released, I can scream, cry, and kick my feet with you all in these bullet points. God, I love My Hero Academia, y'all.

• First off, HOLY SHIT KATSUKI BAKUGO IS ALIVE!!!!!! Apparently, it has been over 400 days since he was initially killed and brought every Bakugo lover to their knees in tears including myself. I still remember leaks night when that happened and pretty much everyone was in mourning. Then leaks night happens for his revival and everyone is celebrating like it's the second coming of Christ or something and I'm with them!

• We all knew that Bakugo would come back to life once Edgeshot started surgery on his heart, but it was the way his resurrection would be executed that I was wondering about. I can see why the whole "Edgeshot suddenly sacrifices himself to save Bakugo" would lessen the impact of his "death", but I really don't care much anymore because the way Kohei Horikoshi brought Bakugo back was SO good!

• Think about it: All Might is on the brink of death in the hands of All For One. All the red flags are there including the flashback of baby Toshinori (SO CUTE BTW LOOK AT THAT BIG LAUGH🥺) and his mother (whom he absolutely inherited his hairstyle from) in this very chapter. Gentle wants to help save him, but he's focused on keeping UA in the air. Every pro hero, UA student, and the Big 3 are either severely injured, passed out, or too preoccupied with something else to take on AFO. And even Izuku Midoriya, his protege, is busy dealing with Tomura Shigaraki in order to prevent him from turning Japan into dust. The only other person who can possibly save All Might now is Bakugo despite probably still being seriously injured himself.

• And this is great for Bakugo because this is his chance to save All Might. Not only is All Might his idol and his hero, but he is also the man Bakugo truly believes he destroyed after being kidnapped in Kamino Ward. I still believe Bakugo hasn't truly forgiven himself for that yet and this would be his way of redeeming himself. This reason alone is why I don't think All Might will die in this final arc. And if he does, I will be devastated because I really want to see him survive until the end.

• I am going to conclude this by commenting on how incredible Horikoshi is not just as a writer but as an artist because holy shit he needed that 2 week break. We got an incredible WSJ-colored Cover Page, a chapter-colored cover page, and then 15 pages of peak fiction. Those final pages once it's revealed that Bakugo is alive will live in my head rent-free for the rest of my days. ESPECIALLY THOSE LAST TWO PAGES HOLY SHIT! THE FACES, THE TEARS, THE WAY TIME SUDDENLY STOPPED WHEN THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER 💚🧡 The way Horikoshi draws All Might, Bakugo, and Deku is astounding and makes me cry. Those are his adopted sons. Those boys are soulmates in some capacity whether you like it or not. It may be the end of All Might's era, but it's the beginning of a new era; a new generation of heroes with Deku and Bakugo taking the lead. I can't wait for next week!

[plusultra0taku]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTY BOY OR ANGRY POMERANIAN isn’t he the cutest 🧡💥

[ithinkihaveptsd]

Lord explosion murder

No context

[everlasting-explosion-murder]

Hey fuckers, remember to Hydrate or diedrate losers!!

[realcube]

dilf december

day two ⭑ katsuki bakugo ⭑ student's parent x teacher! reader

tw : nsfw minors dni, age gap, oral (giving), mentions of vaginal, praise

it's always difficult when there is a problem child in your class, and for the sake of the other students' learning, you need to get their parents involved.

but it's even more difficult when the aforementioned child's only parent is worse than they are.

school had ended, and you had scheduled a meeting with the parent of a child in your class who has been disrupting and causing trouble. you tried to deal with the situation internally but you've been left with no choice but to call a parents-teacher conference.

it was disheartening to hear the child only had one active parent in their life, but that didn't change the fact their behaviour had to be dealt with. you called their parent and arranged for him to meet you in your classroom at 3.10PM.

it's now 3.30PM and a rugged man with spikey blonde hair and light stubble, wearing a black hero costume comes barging into your room, yelling, "alright, make this quick."

before you can even process what he looks like, he's thrown himself down on the chair that you had positioned across from your desk. you take a moment to look at him, and that's when you realise he's not only extremely hot but also that you recognise this guy has a very well-known pro-hero. king explosion murder dynamight god or something over-the-top like that.

but regardless of his occuption or how famous or how good-looking he is, you must remain professional and treat him like you would any other parent of your student.

"good afternoon, sir. i'm glad you could join me today to discuss your child's academic performance. twenty minutes late, however."

he crosses his arms over his chest and dramatically groans, "i see what the problem is. so, i'm not going to sit here and get lectured about my kid's 'academic performance' from some tween who graduated yesterday."

you blink twice, unfamilar with being met with this much hostility right off the bat. so it takes you a moment to gather yourself before you are able to choke out a response. "my age or experience has nothing to do with this. i'm just trying to help your child succeed in my class."

taking a calm approach seemed to be effective, as bakugo sunk back into his chair. his arms were still crossed over his chest and he still had a sour expression but at least he's listening.

"okay. so if you don't mind me asking, what are things like at home?"

"fine." he replies bluntly.

you nod along, trying to mimic a concerned look, as though you don't already know exactly what the problem is. "alright. it's just that your child has been displaying signs of bad-temper in class and is prone to angry outbursts, and those behaviours usually stem from within the household."

"yeah? well, his mums a whore so that probably doesn't help either." he states plainly, averting eye-contact.

you harshly bite your tongue to prevent you from laughing or even showing the slightest sign of amusement on your face. "oh?" you croak. "so i assume there has been a bit of infidelity."

"a bit." he agrees, staring at you with narrowed eyes.

"and how are you all planning on navigating the situa—"

"look. you're not a god damn therapist so don't try this psychoanalysis bullshit on me. just tell me what you want me to do. make him do extra homework? yell at him? take his games away? what?"

you press your lips together in a line, and stare at him in thought. you clear your thought and reply unsteadily, "i don't.. really know. to me it seems like he is just mimicking behaviours he sees at home and is responding to a high-stress environment. are you the only one who lives with him?"

"yeah. me, him and sometimes my mum babysits." he grumbles.

"well, i think we'd need to address the root of the cause. and i hate to say it, sir, but that would be you."

"of course it fuckin' is." he spits, and you brush this off and continue talking.

"you seem very irate about the situation with your wife an—"

"ex-wife." he corrects.

".. ex-wife. and rightfully so. on top of that, i understand you have a very intense and high-stakes job? all of that stress cannot be good for you; i'd suggest you take steps to address your own worries and that should ease the tension in your house."

"don't be stressed or angry. got it." he replies sardonically.

"just take some extra time to chill out and focus on yourself. plus, i happen to know a very effective relaxation technique, if you're interested?"

he quirks an eyebrow.

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you pride yourself on being a helpful and engaging teacher. that's part of the reason why you find yourself on your knees, hidden away in the janitor's cupboard, with your student's dad's dick in your mouth.

it's dark, with only a single flickering bulb illuminating the room, and it casts shadows over his chiselled face. making him all the more intimidating to gaze up at, with crystalline tears welling in your eyes from the way his fat cock bruises the back of your throat.

but even then, he has a firm grip on your hair and uses it to maneuver your head to his pleasing, forcing you to take it all repeatedly at a pace of his making. "shit, you're too fuckin' good at that." he groans lowly, sighing through his nose.

his gaze flickers rapidly between staring into distance at looking down at you and watching your every move; how your sweet cheeks puff out to take his girth, or the way your plump lips clasp and pucker around him. but occasionally he'll lose himself in the intoxicating feeling of your warm mouth and find his eyes rolling back in his head and increasingly lewd noises coming from him.

in this instance, he didn't snap back to reality until after he had shot his salty load into your mouth. you close you mouth as he looks down at you expectantly. without a word exchanged, you swallow it and he only chuckles. "what a good girl." he muses, pulling you up to your feet by your hair and admiring your dishevelled state.

when you are at around his level again, he notices a smudge of cum has spilled from the corner of your lip. so he promptly uses his thumb to guide it back inside, admiring you as he does so.

but this is short-lived before he swiftly turns you around by your hips and works at unbuttoning your jeans, "now let me try this tight pussy."