#southern gentleman bakugou

[willowser]

i'm in capitalist prison but i have been thinking about southern gentleman bakugou all night !!!! thanks !!!!!

[strawbxrryneptune]

Yes pls do write more southerner bakugou my love💞💞💞

I gotchu bebe 💕💕

Growing up, you had so many things to be thankful for. Your Mama was a beauty pageant winner since she was small n really knew how to make chicken pot pie. Your Pa was always the envy of town, his prized fruits n veggies making the local newspapers and impressing big businesses.

You had your own pony, your garden, even a little cottage your dad made for you that your 8 year old self loved with all her heart.

The thing on that farm you're most thankful for, however, is your Pa's best farmhand, Katsuki. All 6 foot 4 of pure muscle, big n bulky n so mean but never to you. He handled your pony with such care, tended to your garden like a forest nymph and never let his eyes stray downwards, even when you tried your hardest to catch his eyes lingering.

When you would tilt up onto your tip toes and he'd flush and bend to your level, your noses touching gently n his breath fanning softly against your cheeks, you'd marvel at how pretty he is.

Freckles dusting along his nose, pretty scarlet eyes sparkling with adoration and a darkness that devours his pupils whole when you press a wet kiss to his plump bottom lip, pulling with your teeth and earning yourself a breathy groan.

Not even seconds later you find yourself pressed against the nearest oak tree, hands pushing up the battered white tee he adorns and raking across plush abs. Your skirt is hiked up and his beefy fingers are shoved inside you, pressing soft shapes into that spot as he moves his tongue against yours.

His harsh pants n moans are muffled by your plush glossy lips, and when he pulls back to whisper your name against your pout, his own are coated in shine.

"Mm, I got you all messy K-Katsu'."

He breaths out against you, fingers curling and twisting inside your sweetest parts.

"I'm alright with bein' messy if it's from you, Miss."

You let out an airy moan mixed in with a giggle, hands coming from shoulders to cup his face and force his pretty eyes onto yours.

"I've told you b-before to drop the formalities."

He swirls a thumb on your clit, drawing a choked sound from you and watching your body curl in on itself.

"M'sorry Darlin', ts'hard to keep my head straight with a pretty thing like you around."

You can't reply, eyes knocked into the back of your head as he rocks his fingers right into that spot, playing with your clit while being mesmerized with the stickiness.

"Ya think m' pretty Suki-ii?"

He smiles n kisses you, bringing you to an orgasm that has your toes curling and back arching against him, whimpers spilling into his open mouth.

"You're the prettiest, Sweetheart."

[magnusonmoon]

Hi! Can I request a follow up for the male reader x jock kirishima fic? Like they’re first date? If you don’t want to write a follow up for that one then could i request like Kirishima cuddling with his boyfriend because his boyfriend is really sad about something but doesn’t want to talk about it? (Pronouns he/they for both).

JOCK KIRKSHIMA PT2. [pt.1]

KIRISHIMA X MALE READER

[HIGHSCHOOL AU]

HEADCANONS:

> He’d ask you on a date because it would be ‘unmanly’ to kiss and not go on a date (he likes you that’s why)

> Sees you looking around for where to sit in the cafeteria and waves you over to sit with him and the rest of the team.

> Asks to hold your hand.

HAND HOLDING:

You’re shocked when he asks to hold you hand.

“Hey doll? Can I hold your hand?”

The nickname ‘doll’ took you by surprise, you had forgotten he was a southern boy, his accent coming through surprisingly thick at that specific petname.

“Are you ready to come out? Like are you sure-“

His words had taken you by such surprise that you stumbled over your words.

“I’ve been out.. Kinda.” His laugh rumbled through his chest, you can practically hear it reverberate. Your eyebrow raised in interest, you hadn’t heard that he was out, you knew all the gays at your school.

“Kinda?” You prompt an answer from him, itching to touch his hand.

He responds, his voice cheery as ever. “If anyone asks, I tell. It’s not a secret, and I don’t want you to be a secret either.”

Your hands intertwined, fingers locking in his. The tips of his fingers were rough and calloused and yet his palms were so soft. It was a nice, calming contrast.

THE DATE:

Standing in front of your mirror, you toyed with outfit ideas and hairstyles, and just like the party, you were completely lost on what to wear.

Kirishima had said it was ‘Casual but not too casual, fancy but not too fancy.’ To which Bakugou chimed in to tell him how nondescript that sounded.

Being as lost as ever, you paced and paced and paced until the chiming of your phone went off, a text from Sero. You two had exchanged numbers after spin the bottle when Kiri was dropping you home, and thank god you did.

SERO: I know where ‘Shima is taking you, and knowing him, he probably didn’t tell you what to wear. Smart casual, think button ups with jeans but not a bow tie :)

You got dressed for the occasion, hoping that it was enough, or not too little.

When that familiar red car pulled up, you rushed out, excited for the night to come. He was ten minutes early, and you expected exactly that.

“Hey darl.” Those nicknames, in that godforsaken voice we’re going to make you melt one day.

He even opened the car door for you, what a gentleman.

The date was at a slightly upscale restaurant that you had passed on the way to the party, you vaguely remembered mentioning it and how you had wanted to try it.

The mere fact that Kirishima had remembered your off handed comment, when you barely did, meant the world to you.

“Table for two, name Eijiro Kirishima.”

MORE HEADCANONS:

> You two get along really well, you talk about your families, your life, coming out.

> It’s sweet, he’s sweet. Peppering you with compliments and nicknames.

> He is everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and more.

> He pays for the meal in the end!

> You protest it, and yet he still pays.

> “I asked you on the date, it’s unmanly of me to not pay.”

> He drives you home, and gives you a kiss goodbye, the kiss lasts longer than either of you expected and starts to get a little heated.

> “Uh- I’m having very unmanly… thoughts.”

> I won’t say anymore.

[katsumox]

BAKUGOU K:

god that's hot.

boys are weird.

oh, drummer boy.

terminal 5, gate m7.

pet names.

skating.

uh, y'all weird asf.

put ya records on.

ayo, you fine asf.

kiss in the kitchen.

he's quite the gentleman.

bnha boys: southern au.

small town, big kids.

here's to cherry cokes and bloody noses.

i want you.

he's smoke.

cuddling.

everybody wants to rule the world.

BACK TO MASTERLIST

[weird-dere-fics]

Mans is definitely doing BOTH.

Gonna catch up to your cum drunk wobbly self in three wide strides before turning you around to kiss the fuck out of you. It only makes you even more dizzy, lost in the taste of his tongue.

He’s thriving on the way your knees buckle while he steals your breath, squeezing your hips like starving man.

He’s doing all this to to distract you while he recovers from his refractory time. As soon as he’s good to go, he’s making your other set of lips stretch around him.

I was stalking and I stumbled across this and OAKSK Southern gentleman!Bakugou is one of my fav Bakugous I wrote him like twice and I loved it, like imagine him just letting it slide cause he's a fucking gentleman he's not gonna pull his gd dick out and be like "see it's big" 💀 but when you push him too far he just grabs you and pushes you to your knees, shoving your face into his print and asking you if it feels real, and if u decide to be bratty he makes you choke on it

BESTIE. BESTIE.

THE WAY YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT LMAO (IN THE GOOD WAY).

I DEADASS COLLAPSED IN MY CHAIR AND STARTED PUNCHING THE AIR BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY THAT JUST FUCKING KILLED ME.

OMGGGGGG

You’re pissed cus mans got your knees all dusty after pushing you down. You’re glaring up at him, almost not able to believe he was reacting this way because of a joke.

But then he takes it further and is pushing your face into his groin.

You feel what is unmistakably his very real cock, and that anger almost immediately disappears.

You’re flustered but also suddenly feeling horny as hell because you’re realizing that the entire reason you keep piling on this joke was because you wanted him to do something about it.

And then you feel it twitch against your face, your eyes widening.

Southern gentleman Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, affectionately yet condescendingly petting you. Something just felt so right about having you down there. Really it was the perfect visual.

“Haven’t felt a real man quite like this have ya, darlin’?”

He was absolutely fucking right, but you were not about to let him on to that fact.

“‘Course I have! This ain’t nothin’! For all I know you’re wearing a strap to cover up how small it is and make yourself seem like you’re actually big.”

That statement ticked him off for a number of reasons.

That tone of yours wasn’t the most savory on his ears.

The fuck would he need a strap for when he has his dick?

Despite how long you’ve known him, you really think that lowly of him?

You really thought you could get away with disrespecting him like this?

He wasn’t about to take this sitting down. He wasn’t about to take it standing up. Hell, he wasn’t about to take this shit from you, period.

You were gonna throw your manners to the wind? So the fuck was he.

Before long he was pulling your head back by your hair, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, and pull his cock out.

It was beautiful. Big and hard, curved just right, pretty veins wrapping the underside, head nice n red n ready for you.

The way you eyed it hungrily said it all.

You were just toying with him and he let you. Retribution for that was coming.

“Look real enough for you, girlie?”

You were speechless, nothing on your brain except for his pretty cock in your mouth. He starts teasing it against your lips, watching the way your head tilts side to side with his movements as if in a trance.

Your eyes flutter and move to look up at him dreamily.

“Open wide.”

Before long he’s pushing past your supple lips.

“‘Bout to make you choke on your fuckin words.”

[v4shthestampede]

hi, we’re the apopis system! im the host. nyx. we’ve basically known we were a system for.... less than a year, basically? we have osdd of some sort. obviously, you all already know me, but you probably haven’t met any of the others, at least not directly, so ill give a list of us down below. we hope this doesn’t change the way you look at us, and hope we can all continue to be friends and such! :3

also, feel free to send any of us asks, but no promises on them being answered specifically! id love to have the others get more social interaction tho.

shouta aizawa (co-host, protector, gatekeeper) most active besides me. relatively old compared to the body. major dad vibes. v blunt, but protector.

tomura shigaraki (??????) a little creepy gamer man. kind of a dick honestly, but he doesn’t mean any harm.

bakugou katsuki (protector, probably??) loud angy. first words were ‘HEY THERE ROTISSERIE SHITHEADS’. why would you ever talk to him?

elias bouchard (comfort, protector) kinda creepy at first glance, but is actually just a big sweetheart. very old british gentleman. 

benrey ([REDACTED]) another gamer man. very gay and full of love, but also mischief. has a huge crush on gordon freeman. very friendly. R rated

tommy coolatta (comfort) very polite science man. very nice, but not very active. 

oobleck (comfort) big knife hands monster. really likes horror and creepy stuff. isn’t used to being in a human body. very friendly, but kind of awkward.

savannah (protector??) angry tsundere. possibly a teenager? all that’s known about her is that she’s got a temper and can make the brain do weird things.

dog (???) oobleck’s sibling. a horrible little R rated shapeshifter. very excitable, likes loud and upbeat music, and dancing, stuff like that

remy (???) literally a cow girl. very sweet, polite, calls people ‘dear’ or ‘darling’, unless they’re uncomfortable with that. southern belle type

that doesn’t include some of the alters that are dormant or simply too controversial to be included on the list, but feel free to ask about any of us!

[willowser]

southern gentleman bakugou,,,,,,head in hands

[strawbxrryneptune]

southerner bakugou has my pussy in his big rough hands thank u

On the topic of that-

♡♡

You always knew Katsuki was strong. He had big strong arms and even bigger hands with pretty calluses that contrasted so nicely with the softness of your skin. The feeling of his hands wrapping around your throat while he kissed you all deep had your toes curling everytime, eyes rolled back at the way he would softly squeeze when he got overwhelmed.

Sometimes, when his shift was over n you caught him as he was stepping out the toolshed, he would have you pressed up against the back of it, teeth clamped on his broad, sweaty shoulder to muffle the sound of your sweet moans.

Legs wrapped around his hips, pussy absolutely soaked at the way his hips are pressing into you, fully clothed but you can still feel his growing arousal.

"Hah, ya feel that, baby? M' all hard fa' ya."

You sigh, staring up at him with a dopey smile.

"Y'eah, Suki', I can feel it. M' all soaked up for you. Can't even think straight."

He gives you a dark stare, red eyes clouded with desire as he drops your shaky legs to the ground, reaching a meaty palm down and cupping your pussy.

The heat of his hand is overwhelming, and the sheer size of it has your head spinning as he flexes his fingers, feeling you through the fabric of your bottoms.

"Shit, you really are soaked. All f'me?"

He doesn't let you answer before he's sliding his tongue against your own, moaning filthy in your mouth and working your bottoms off. He spreads your legs apart, then spreads apart your puffy folds as he slides himself between them, fat clit bumping his even fatter cockhead n making a jolt of electricity run through you.

"AH, shit Katsu, just put it inn-"

"Is this all f'me?"

You moan when he nudges your clit, thighs clamping around his waist.

"Yes, Suki, 'ts all for you~"

He grins down at you, giving you a sloppy kiss before he runs his pretty tip down your slit, sliding in slow so you can feel the stretch. Breath caught in your throat, you moan in his ear, nails digging into the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

"Mh, I'm gonna make sure you won't be able to say anythin' but my name, Baby. Only 'Suki, Suki'. You want that? Hm?"

You nod vigorously, eyes rolling when your clit mushes against his bushy pubes, giving you delicious friction.

"Kat-sukii"

"Yeah, that's it Darlin'. Scream my fuckin' name."

Safe to say you were late to supper, and your pops definitely didn't believe your limp was cause you had fallen off a horse.

[weird-dere-fics]

hdhdhsjs babe!! when you talked abt baku’s dick print i immediately remembered this scene in a movie where this country singer needed more reception w his fans so his manager made him stuff quarter rolls down his jeans to make it bulge more fhdhdbndndk

The way I snickered when I read that babe 😂😂😂.

Imagine if you accused southern gentleman Bakugou of doing that for shits and giggles to fuck with him.

He grumbles and ignores it the first few times in passing. But once he gets fed up he growls and pulls you in close by your shirt, a fire in his narrowed eyes.

“Gonna have to show you what I’m made of since you keep makin’ it a point to say I ain’t hung, ain’t I?”

BAKSHSKZHSOSGSKWGSISSHESJS

[satyr-syd]

Massive beams of light cut through the midnight sky, flashing against a towering office building. The roar of sirens drowning out the commotion of the crowd, gathered around the base of the building like suds in a drain. Police weave in and out of the crowd, trying and failing to control them. Media agents swarm around the building like bees, trying to get closer to where Best Jeanist leads a team of the prefecture’s best heroes. He carefully dictates his plan for infiltration, and the heroes feel his words weigh heavily on their shoulders, knowing the lives of civilians are on the line. Somewhere, deep in the building, a group of villains waits patiently. Will the ransom be paid? Or will there be a fight tonight? The moon smiles down knowingly, an omnipotent spectator to hostage crisis.

At least, that’s how Aoyama imagines it. Looking around at the darkened walls surrounding him, ears straining to hear the cheers of the crowd, he sighs dramatically. There’s no flashing of cameras, no awe-struck crowd, no villain attacks here at the southern exit. Nothing exciting at all. Just dark concrete blocks and darkened windows and an unforgiving midnight chill.

Boom!

“This is bullshit!”

Alas, he was stuck on watch duty with Class 2-A’s very own Bakugou Katsuki, who seemed much more furious than the situation called for.

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“Why the fuck am I stuck here while fucking Kirishima and the rest of those idiots get a piece of the action?” Bakugou roars, throwing another fist against the wall. “Jeanist knows what I’m capable of, why’d that old fart put me on watch dog duty?”

Aoyama smirks, stroking his chin. “Hmm, jealous of your friends~?”

Bakugou whips toward him, mouth curved in a furious snarl. Aoyama fights the urge to jump back.

“They’re not my friends!” he shouts. “I don’t need fucking friends!”

This is far from the first time Bakugou has insisted he doesn't have friends. Aoyama doesn’t believe him. It was impossible to miss how Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido followed Bakugou around like puppies. Not to mention, most of the class would follow him into battle without hesitation, himself included. (Perhaps he might hesitate a little bit...this was, after all, Bakugou Katsuki.)

If Aoyama were the jealous type, he’d be dripping with envy for what Bakugou had. But Aoyama isn’t the jealous type, of course. Such uncouth tendencies were inappropriate for a gentleman.

Aoyama rubs his chin, continuing to observe Bakugou from a safe distance as he punches the wall again and again, murmuring curses at Best Jeanist.

Bakugou said he didn’t “need” friends. Aoyama understands that sentiment. After all, when everyone in Class 1-A formed their cliques, Aoyama was perfectly fine without one. He tells himself often that all he needs is himself, since he’s perfect, after all.

Friends might be nice, though. He had a lot of friends in middle school, back when everyone had admired his quirk. After coming to U.A....everything was different. All of his classmates had amazingly cool quirks, and they knew how to use them, too. His own quirk didn’t seem so cool in comparison...even though he knew this was untrue! After all, his quirk was the most sparkly.

The problem was no one liked sparkly quirks anymore.

Oh well. There was no accounting for bad taste.  

“I don’t think your friends would like it if they heard you say that,” Aoyama notes.

Bakugou whips around. “What the fuck did you s - ”

Click.

They spin towards the door. Without a single creak, it slowly swings open, revealing a villain standing in the doorway, a hostage in front of them. The villain, a tall woman with a long chin and long, bone white hair, presses her palm against the hostage’s neck. A piece of bone protrudes from her palm and grazes the tip of his throat. A bead of blood slides down his neck.

“If either of you move a hair, I’ll slash this man’s throat wide open,” the villain says. “Hands up. Slowly.”

Raising his hands - slowly - Aoyama recalls the information Best Jeanist’s side kicks had gathered about the group of villains that had infiltrating the office building. One of them was an escaped convict who could shoot arrows of bone out of her palm. Villain name: Artemis. This must be her.  

Aoyama struggles not to start shaking. It was indeed true he wanted to be part of the spotlight, but alas, he still gets frightened when facing villains.

He looks into the eyes of the hostage. The man is sweating very ungracefully, his eyes full of fear. With the villain’s palm at his neck, there’s not much he can do. He may be afraid, but this man was even more afraid. Aoyama has to do something, he has to stall, or fight, or something - he can't let another person be kidnapped because he was too afraid.

He hears a huff of breath from beside him. Bakugou is practically fuming at the ears. Aoyama knows he’s itching for a fight, a fight he could probably win. But even Bakugou knows he can’t put the hostage’s life at risk. He’s just waiting for the right opportunity.

Aoyama can give him that opportunity.

As the villain creeps out the door, hostage held firm, Aoyama waits for her to cross paths with his palm.

Now.

Aoyama fires a laser from his palm. It hits the villain’s hand instantly.

“Youch!” Her hand recoils in pain, giving Bakugou the initiative to attack.

BOOM! A cloud of smoke erupts around them, concealing them from the villain. Aoyama makes a note to thank the support department for the new upgrades to his costume that allow him to shoot lasers from his palms as well as his knees.

Under the cover of the smokescreen, Aoyama points his palm toward the sky and fires -

Pain erupts in his right shoulder. Aoyama keels over. Merde. Firing his laser has given away his position, making him the perfect target for Artemis.

His left hand reaches up for his shoulder and wrapsaround a thin beam of bone. The slightest tug sends a ripple of fiery pain down his arm, and his hand recoils. It comes away bloody.

Aoyama grits and his teeth and hefts himself to his feet, determined to ignore the pain. Did the others see his signal before it was cut short? His laser had only flashed for an instant, nearly impossible for anyone to see. It wouldn't be enough to pinpoint their location.

He can fire again, and risk giving away his position, or he can join the fight.

Dark figures dart in and out of the smoke, which grows thinner by the moment. He hears a yell to the left of him, followed by an explosion.

“Shit - there’s another one!” comes Bakugou’s shout. Eyes tearing up from the smoke, he blinks rapidly. Two - no, three - figures battle just a few feet away from him. Another boom, and a low voice cries out in pain.

Aoyama gulps. Even the villain had friends, it seemed.

Counting on Bakugou to hold them off a little longer, Aoyama searches blindly through the smoke until he finds the hostage. The man is frozen in fear, glossy eyes trained on Bakugou’s fight.

Aoyama grabs his arm and hauls him to his feet. “Run to the front of the building. They’ll help you,” he says.

After a moment, the light seems to come back to the hostage’s eyes, and he makes a run for the front. Bien, at least the hostage is -

An elbow slams into his back, knocking him to the ground. He yelps as the arrow is pushed deeper into his arm. He nearly blacks out from the pain.

Not a second passes when he’s yanked up off the ground by his arm, bringing him face to face with Artemis’s friend.

“Nice going, kid,” says the man. Burns scald the side of his face. Bakugou must have got to him, but it hadn’t been enough to slow him down. “You’ll have to be our hostage now.”

The smoke is completely clear now. He dangles from the man’s grip, arm crying out in pain. Or maybe that’s just him crying.

A few feet away, he sees Artemis slamming Bakugou against the wall, his arms twisted uncomfortably behind him so his palms face his back. He’s covered in blood - it runs down his arms like sleeves, dying the orange highlights of his costume red. There’s a bone sticking out of his side.

Artemis pushes forward, so his cheek scrapes the wall. “Don’t even think about moving,” she hisses into his ear.

The villain drops him, and Aoyama hits the floor. His stomach surges and his vision swims, but he forces himself up anyway. Have to...call for...help...

A kick to his side nearly knocks him over. “Get on your knees, and raise your hands up.”

Aoyama grins, and slowly raises his hands.

Artemis whips around, eyes wide. “No - put his hands down!” she demands. Before Aoyama can fire his palm lasers, the other villain yanks his hands down and restrains them behind his back.

Artemis snarls at him. “I’m not falling for that one twice.”

Aoyama smiles. “Of course not, madame.”

Artemis narrows her eyes in suspicion, and Aoyama seizes his chance. He tilts his hips up and fires his navel laser, temporarily blinding her. Artemis blinks. Bakugou takes advantage of her surprise to slip out of her grip. He flips her over and reverses their positions.

“Bet you thought...you got the best of me...bitch,” Bakugou grumbles as he pushes her against the wall, her cheek scraping against the concrete. Her side is decorated in burns, her mess of white hair spotted with red.

The other villain lunges toward him. Aoyama points his laser at the ground and launches himself a few feet away. Arm shaking, Aoyama raises his left hand into the sky and fires a final call for help. Neon purple light clears a path through the night sky, touching the stars.

He’s safe, now. The others will see his signal, and they’ll come and save them, like they always do.  

His leg gives out from underneath him as the villain tackles him to the ground. His head smacks against the ground with a crack. The villain looms over him, horrid breath leaking out of his grin. Aoyama squeezes his eyes shut and braces his arms over his head, prepared for the worst, when the the world erupts in a fiery explosion. The villain flies off of him. He’s knocked straight into a brick wall and passes out.

There, to his left, stands Bakugou. Behind him lies Artemis in a heap of blood and ash. He lowers his hand, chest heaving, blood still gushing from the bone sticking out of his stomach. Dark smears outline his sweat-shining face. A fire shines in his eyes. He looks like a hero.

Aoyama picks himself up, using the wall for support to make his way over to Bakugou. The other heroes will be here soon. A good thing, too, because they're at their limit.  

Bakugou pants heavily, his gaze not entirely focused.

“Nice job, Baku - ”

Bakugou slumps to the ground, and passes out cold.

Merde. His wounds must have been too much for him.

Something stirs behind him. Aoyama whips around. Artemis rises up, bloody and burned from her fight with Bakugou, but somehow still conscious.

“I knew I got the best of you, child,” she says, pointing her palm at Bakugou.

Aoyama raises a shaking hand toward Artemis. His stomach threatens to blow, but Aoyama doesn’t care if he throws up now.

The moment the bone leaves her palm, a blur of red flies on top of Bakugou. Artemis’ arrow glances off of Kirishima harmlessly.

He watches as a troupe of heros runs into the back alley, quickly subduing Artemis. His friends finally here to help, Aoyama allows himself to keel over, puking his guts out in peace with the knowledge that his friends had the situation under control.

When Bakugou’s squad comes to visit him in the hospital, Aoyama isn’t surprised.

“What are you fucks doing here?” Bakugou barks.

“We’re just so happy to see you’re okay!” Ashido shouts.

“I was so scared when I saw you lying on the ground there,” Kirishima says.

“Yeah, he saved your life by jumping in front of you dude!” Sero yells.

Aoyama watches from his bed across the room as they dote on him, showering him in tears and teasing him mercilessly. Red-faced Bakugou tries to get them to back down and leave, but his efforts are in vain. Actually, Aoyama doesn’t think he’s trying that hard at all. His red cheeks aren’t from exasperation, but from embarrassment. Maybe even happiness. Though he’s not positive that Bakugou’s familiar with the feeling.

It’s curious. Bakugou so adamantly refused he had friends, yet that’s exactly how their classmates treated him - like a friend. They’re like secret friends, friends Bakugou didn’t even know he had.

“Hey. Twinkly pants.”

So lost in his own thoughts, Aoyama nearly missed when Bakugou addressed him.

When he looks over, Bakugou nods. Just nods - a gentleman’s thank you.

Aoyama grins and salutes him with a wink. He glances at Bakugou’s squad, who chatter over one of the gifts beside Bakugou’s bed. He raises an eyebrow. “Not your friends?” he asks.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, but there’s no venom behind it. Aoyama giggles, knowing his point had been made.

Bakugou’s squad captures his attention again, and they go back to laughing and doting, leaving Aoyama to sit silently in his bed.

In middle school, he would have had a crowd surrounding him, praising him for his bravery and asking after his health. Now he's alone, like he has been since he started at U.A.

Would his middle school friends have come to him in his time of need, though? The moment he shined his laser into the sky, he knew he was safe, because he knew his classmates would come after him. He’d never have trusted his friends in middle school to have his back. He trusted class 1-A instinctively. They’d saved him and Bakugou, just like he knew they would.

But that was when he was in danger. Now it was over, and they probably had their own matters to attend to. That was it, of course. They were colleagues, and colleagues were meant to keep professional relationships. Not that he needed anyone to visit him anyway, a gentleman needs only himself -

“AOYAMAAAAA!”

In an instant, three figure run up to his side and someone throws their arms around his neck, bringing him into a crushing hug. He squeaks in pain and they let go. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Uraraka says. There, standing on either side of her, are Tsuyu, Tokoyami, and Ojiro.

Warmth blooms in Aoyama’s chest, and it’s not from pain.

“Oh my god, we were so scared when we heard the news!” Uraraka practically shouts. “That was incredible what you did with Bakugou, but that was so dangerous! You handled it really well but I’m sorry you still got hurt.”

“What she means to say is we’re glad you’re okay,” Tsuyu says.

Aoyama smiles. “Thank you, ladies. And gentlemen.”

“So what even happened? Aizawa-sensei wouldn’t give us all the details,” Ojiro asks.

He considers brushing off his request to maintain his aura of mysteriousness, but Aoyama is an excellent storyteller and it’d be a shame to put his talents to waste. He jumps into the tale of his daring fight, and they listen with wide eyes as he describes the terrifying villain Artemis and her face off against Bakugou. He has to admit, the attention is nice.

“It’s lucky Kirishima and the others were there,” Tsuyu says. “You’re lucky to have strong friends like them.”

It hits him like a bitter gulp of tea. Friend. She said friend. Did the others consider them friends? He hadn’t realized. Maybe, just like Bakugou, Aoyama has secret friends, too.

“Most certainly,” Aoyama says, looking from Bakugou’s bed to his own, each surrounded by friends. “I am very lucky, indeed.”

ao3 | based on this hc | more like this

[evierena]

Thanks for the tag @arquitecturadelanada this was very fun, also made me realize I don't have many selfships outside of mha, so I put those first and bnha under read more

P.E Teacher!Kyoshi Teppei x English Teacher!Evie

Married AU, domestic fluff, comedy, smut, tw.pregnancy, slice of life, 1-3 chapters, 2k words.

The following is in conjunction with my sister's ship.

Okumura Rin x Angel Hybrid!Evie

Reluctant allies to best friends to lovers, angst, 10k+ slow burn, Okumura Yukio x Angel Hybrid!Edith in the background, hurt/comfort, action, tw.scrilegious themes, eventual smut, happy ending.

Usaida Yoshihito x College Student Kashima!Evie

Strangers to lovers, comedy, idiots in love, useless pinning, grief, implied Hayaryuu, tw.children being children, tooth rotting fluff.

Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Pro Hero!Evie

Childhood friends to lovers, 3k slow burn, useless pinning, hurt/comfort, happy ending, eventual soft smut.

this next one based on @arquitecturadelanada fic idea

Kirishima Eijirou x Evie

College AU, hanahaki disease, unrequited love turns useless pinning, angst, hurt/comfort, happy and fluffy ending, implied nsfw.

Kiribaku x Evie

Neighbors AU, Pro Hero AU. Strangers to friends to lovers, emotional indulgence, pinning, Kirisunshine is Bakubabe's emotional translator, smut, domestic fluff.

Alpha!Hawks x Omega!Evie

Omegaverse AU, NSFW, BNHA spoilers, tw.breeding kink, tw.marking, tw.blood, tw.attempted assault (to me but Hawks saves me), hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, a teeny tiny bit of yandere behavior.

The following is based on @doinmybesthere 's matchup idea.

pastoral loneliness!Midorya Izuku x Evie

Quirkless AU, Southern Gentleman!Izuku, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, NSFW, SUPER FLUFF, emotional indulgence, happy ending.

I have a few others but those are a very specific type of selfship that it's just too messy.

no pressure tags: @doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @wuhllow @lowkeystan @katsukeen @katsukis-foxie6 @miggiisdumb @ihatebnha & everyone else is welcome too!

starting a tag game!

what would a fic of your self ship look like?

inspired by this ask!

how to play: write what the tags on a fic of your self ship would be

things you can include: pairing, genre, tropes, length, content warnings, etc.

I’ll start off!

toji x rina

toji x target!rina, enemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, toji is bad at feelings, fluff, eventual smut

oikawa x rina

Argentina!oikawa x rina, pro athlete!oikawa, established relationship, domestic fluff, tooth rotting fluff

tagging: everyone!!!! pls feel free to join in if you see this!! I really wanna see ppl’s answers lol but here are a few homies to get the ball rolling @hisokapegger @bokukawas @prettyy-kawa @aerinth @koushiberries @annypuff

[strawbxrryneptune]

Does farmer!Bakugou wear those big cowboy hats when he’s fucking us into oblivion behind the old toolshed? 😳

IM GONNA EAT UU OMG YES

He wears one of those floppy straw hats, covering his eyes a lil' bit while he's panting against your mouth about how good you feel, how you're taking his dick so well and you're eating that shit up, creaming around him and blushing at the loud squelching that's filling your ears.

It's all he can do not to put a baby in you, the way you're squealing 'Suki, Suki~' like you want him to go insane

[strawbxrryneptune]

Clearing out the inbox, no longer writing <3

Inbox: 61

Drafts: 10

Latest: college “bully” bakugou

Bakugou

Breathe, Baby ♡♡

Getting a personal trainer was the best thing you could have done (smut)

Down Under ♡☆

In which your Australian guide gives you a private tour (smut, cw: snakes)

Her majesty ♡♡

Barbarian Dragon KiriBaku are supposed to be yours to own and fuck, but you smell too good for them to have any kind of control. (Smut, cw: threesome, monster fucking)

Half time ♡♡

Dating a basketball player was....interesting, to say the least. (Smut)

Toxic ♡♡

Bakugou is toxic, but you love it. (Smut, cw: drug use, toxic behavior)

Flames °°

Vampire Bakugou loves you too much (drabble, cw: death and blood)

Let me go °°

Losing yourself on patrol (drabble, cw: death)

Clean it ♡♡

Your boyfriend is crazy (smut, cw: gun play, weed mentions)

When We fall (how it started), ♡☆° ii iii

Katsuki Bakugou never saw himself as worth saving. If he was dumb enough to fall behind, dumb enough to let things get too much, then it was on him. (Smut, cw: talks of death, suicide, sacrilegious themes)

Burn ♡♡

Sometimes Bakugou gets overwhelmed (smut)

Squirt gun ♡♡

Bakugou skips date night (smut, cw: gun play, murder)

It's your day ♡♡

Your boyfriend takes care of you on your special day (smut)

Don't cry ♡♡

Your bully is nice sometimes (smut)

Darlin' ♡♡

You get courted by Southern Bakugou (slight smut)

Demon ♡♡

Your king loves feasting on you (smut)

Bull(y) ♡♡

Your bull companion gets jealous easily (smut)

I dare you ♡♡

Bakugou looks good in a skirt (smut)

Merge ♡♡

Bakugou wants to merge with you (smut cw: piss, gun play)

Smash Bros. pt. i pt ii art

You're engaged to one of the Mario brothers, but his best friend is really hot. (Smut, cw: threesome, knotting, cucking, voyeurism)

Killshot ♡♡

Parties weren't a common thing for you, so when you get called into the closet with your bully, you make sure to make this the most memorable night ever (Smut)

Falling in love with Bakugou ♧♧

Mine ♡♡

Bakugou shows his friends who you belong to (smut)

Unsure ♧♧

Bakugou wants to propose (fluff)

Married to CEO!Bakugou ♡♧

Flexible ♡♡

Farmer Bakugou tests your body's limits (smut)

Obey ♡♡

Bakugou doesn't like when you're bad. (Smut, cw: pet play)

Bootie ♡♡

Pirate Bakugou tries to steal your ship. (Smut)

The treasure of Fortis ♡♧°

Such a gentleman ♡♡

Witch!Bakugou drabble (suggestive themes)

Rough hands ♡♡

Southerner Bakugou folds you in half on the toolshed (smut)

Fucking Bakugou in Hot Topic ♡♡ (smut)

UA in the hood ♡♡

(Smut, cw: drug mentions, gang mentions)

Him ♧°

You can always count on him to make you feel better (fluff, slight angst)

College BKG

enemies to lovers, just straight smut tbh w some plot

Ask Games

Send me a word + Bakugou

Cloudburst

Apple

Oh oh Honey

[weird-dere-fics]

Multiple Boyos

My thoughts / Imagines

Thirsting for reverse meatball situation with KiriBaku (w/ king katsuki)

Headcanons

Class 1A boys with Cupid quirk reader

Black BNHA Boys: Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3 / Pt 4 / Pt 5 / Pt 6 / Pt 7

Katsuki Bakugou

My thoughts / Imagines

Lil Spicy Blurb (soft thirst)

Munching on boom boom tiddies

Some exercise motivation with Katsuki

Mean dom Katsuki

New Dad Katsu and his Black wife 🤎

Southern Gentleman Bakugou / Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3 with strawbxrryneptune 💗

Domestic dad Bakugou with 9 kiddies w/miggiisdumb

Barbarian Bakugou with thicc dicc

Thicc dicc bakugou possessing my brain

Drumline Bakugou with vilbabywrites 🧡

Touch starved Pro Hero Bakugou with kingkatsuki ❤️

Plug play with kingkatsuki ❤️

Pyramid Head Bakugou with miggiisdumb 💜 / Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3

Pegging Bakugou with his clone a willy with kingkatsuki ❤️

Being a brat on your night out with him with mindninjax 💛

Ghost pro hero bakugou angst

Bakugou simping over his fav characters (us) [catered toward miraclecherryblossomsblog 💗]

Alien (Xenomorph) Bakugou smut, eggies, fluff w/ anadandere and miggiisdumb 💜

Crazy dream I had about him once

Arm riding w/ miggiisdumb 💜

Giant Bakugou inspired by crackhead meme

He takes reader to Met Gala

Him using Morse code w/ Bakugou’s-sandbag 🔪 and miraclecherryblossomsblog 💗

Alpha Hybrid Bakugou

Bakugou spreadin me out (thirst)

When Marquie is bein spicy/badass/headstrong >:) [catered towards @/mindninjax]

Bakugou as Morgan from Criminal Minds inspired by @/prinvil

Engineering YouTuber Bakugou and crafting YouTuber reader w/ @/littlesponge-fics

He meets an angel of death (angst) w/ @/callmemrsbakugou

Streamer Bakugou Fortnite dance w/ @/meggsngrit

He picks you up from your college class inspired by @/tteokdoroki

Stories

Soft Kiss

Hanta Sero

My thoughts / Imagines

How Sero fucks hit different w/ cellotonin 💛

His insecurities and a child quirk 🥺 (b-day blurb)

Soft goofy giggly sex with him w/ mindninjax 💛

Headcanons

Gaming with him HCs

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Stories

Shiggy x Wolf Quirk! Reader in heat

Izuku Midoriya

My thoughts / Imagines

Cowboy Deku things

Cow deku

Drum major Midoriya with vilbabywrites 💚

Sleepy cuddly sex (b-day blurb)

When he teases you (b-day blurb)

Big built Izuku w/ sems-diarie 💖

When you’re being a meanie w/ prinvil 💚

[willowser]

What the FUCK cowboy bakugou got me feeling all kinds of something. I’m from the south so I am biased against cowboy types bc fuck the men I’ve grown up with, but I am insanely attracted to yer bakugou. Holy shit. Excellent work.

in practice, i've never had a great experience with cowboy-types personally, but in theory 👀 that's a different story LOL i'm glad that you like him 🥺 he is a southern gentleman ! raised right by his mama ! temper like a bull, but he's sweet when he wants to be !

thank you so much for reading !! 🤠🌿✨️

[weird-dere-fics]

Thinking about Southern Gentleman Bakugou serenading you by singing Rodeo by Lil Nas X.

Just imagining him saying “Imma call you later on. Babygirl don’t you forget,” in that southern drawl AAAAAHHHHH.