#trans!bakugou

[darkcircles4lyfe]

[Horikoshi’s gift illustration to Nobuhiko for his b-day]

I really can’t explain it but for some reason this image feeds my trans!bakugou headcanon

[gardenofnoah]

(cw: this is smut. MDNI, and don’t read it if you don’t like it. please do not report the work, just kindly move along like a normal human being thanks love u (other tags: a little bit of objectification, lots of praise, fingering, oral sex, katsuki calls reader a good girl once, names of body parts, trans!bakugou, fluff)).

thinking about helping bakugou take off his binding tape.

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you stand behind him, brushing your lips over the ridge of his shoulder while the water beats at his chest. your fingers reach around to grip the edges of the tape, pulling gently as the adhesive dissolves under the hot water.

they come up with ease and your hands replace them, massaging and groping at his chest. fingers pinching his soft nipples.

“what’re y’doin—“ it’s a little breathless, a little slurred, and it makes you smile. he tips his head back to tap against your own at a particularly harsh tug of his nipple.

“just making sure the adhesive is off,” you tell him innocently, kissing the junction of his shoulder and his neck, making his breath stutter in his chest. you wrap your fingers around the arm at his side and pull him around until he’s facing you.

and isn’t he a sight. nipples red and pebbled from your wandering hands, face flushed a similar shade (from the steam of the shower or you, you can’t be sure). bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he eyes you through hooded lids.

“actually,” you lean in to press a chaste kiss to his throat, and then his collarbone, “i think i missed some.”

you don’t give him much warning before you pull his nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the little bud before grazing your teeth over it in the way you know drives him crazy.

and you feel it has, if the way his cock, swollen and poking through his folds, ruts against your hip is anything to go by. you pull back to watch, letting him use you a little, mostly fascinated by how big he is against your skin. his fingers thread through the hair on the back of your head, and he pulls you to him until your forehead rests against the sharp cut of his cheekbone. he pants into your ear as he drags his cock along the curve of your body and the wave of arousal that nearly makes your knees buckle cannot be helped.

“katsuki,” you breathe, sliding your hand between your bodies to cup him, reveling in the groan he lets out at the weight of your palm against him. you slide your hand up until your fingers can curl around him, stroking him lightly. you hold back your own groan at the mess between his legs—all hot and slick and hard, just for you.

“want to feel this fat cock inside of me,” you whine in his ear, because you know it’ll get him to buckle and because you do. it’s actually all you can think about right now—the weight of his hips pinning you as he drags himself through your folds, the way you’d clamp down around him when he pushed inside you.

so caught up in the day dream are you that you startle a little when he crushes his mouth to yours. it’s immediately so much—the heat of the water against your slippery bodies, the way he presses you back against the cooler tile and takes over all of your senses.

you pant into his mouth when his fingers reach around the back of your knee and pull your leg up to hitch over his hip. his fingers brush against where you are soaking and the moan he lets out is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot.

“all this for me?” he rasps, running the backs of his fingers through your mess. he brushes against your clit and your knee buckles, but he has you pressed against the tile so tightly that you think you could go deadweight and you wouldn’t budge. he brings his hand to his mouth, pulling his fingers apart to watch your slick stretch between them. he brings his hand to your mouth and your lips part almost unconsciously, tongue wrapping around his knuckles before he can even tell you to.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasps, leaning forward to press a kiss against your temple. he pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches down to spread you apart, slotting his hips between yours. it takes some maneuvering, but he’s practiced—the head of his cock brushes against your entrance, gathering your slick and dragging it up so he can rub it against your clit.

you’re beside yourself now—whining and babbling against the skin of his throat between licks, sucks, and bites down the column of it. he pays you no mind, captivated by the silkiness and the warmth of you.

“you want me to fill this messy little pussy?” he growls against your temple, and you keen— it’s not often that katsuki indulges you like this. he’s usually full of praise and gentle touches, coaxing you off the ledge with careful fingers and soft tongue—but you love it when he gets a little mouthy.

“i—please, baby, i need it—“

“y’need it?” and you can hear the grin as he keeps up the movement of his hips, so fucking good but not enough, “how bad, princess?”

“please kat—it hurts—need you inside.”

he tuts like he thinks you’re pitiful, and you feel yourself clamp down around nothing. something about the way he patronizes you makes you so unbelievably shameless. you’re nearly delirious, licking up his neck like the taste of his skin can get you off. right now, it might.

“my poor baby,” he coos, and you shiver—his voice is dangerous now, against your ear, “get on your knees.”

you’ve never moved so fast in your life—so sudden that he nearly loses his grip on you, hissing at you to be careful. you pay him no mind, settling down on your knees in front of him, tongue automatically poking out from your lips as you blink up at him. you barely feel the cut of the tile into your skin—so enamored you are by the cheshire grin that spreads slow across his face.

“look at you,” he murmurs, brushing your damp hair back from your face. the spray of the water is shielded by his broad frame, and the cool air near the floor pulls goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“slutty little baby already knows what t’do,” he presses his thumb against the flat of your tongue—you let him open your mouth and play there until he’s content.

he steps closer to you, and he’s close enough now that you can smell him—you pant, open mouthed, trying to take more of him in. he chuckles darkly.

“sweet thing,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward to rub the tip of his cock over your tongue, “suck.”

at his word, your lips close around him—your tongue swirls over the head and your hollow out your cheeks, head bobbing up and down the length of him. feeling yourself drip down your legs as your tongue cradles the underside of his shaft.

“fuck,” he gasps above you, fingers coming down to weave through your hair. he presses you closer until your nose is tickled by his thick pubic hair. you breathe in his heavy scent, feeling grateful that the water hadn’t washed it away yet. you swallow around him and he lets out a string of expletives that go straight to your core.

you pull off of him, fingers coming up to stroke his length as your tongue seeks out where he is swollen and dripping. you push inside him gently and his hips buck.

“oh, fucking—yeah, baby, that’s good,” he groans, grinding his hips down to meet your tongue.

the taste of him is intoxicating—his slick dribbles off your tongue and down your chin, and you feel a little grief at wasting it but refuse to stop fucking him, not with the way he sounds right now—

all at once he pulls back, still gripping you by the hair as he pants, trying to collect himself. after a moment, he crouches down to your level, pulling you toward him until your lips are mere centimeters apart. the spray of the water flicks a few drops in your face and you don’t even notice, so enthralled by the man in front of you.

“my sweet baby waited long enough, hm?”

and you whine, long and pitiful, rubbing your thighs together unconsciously to soothe yourself. he watches you do this with a fondness that makes the ache so much worse.

he stands and reaches behind him to turn the shower off. he turns back to you, eyes raking over you, feeling a wave of pride at the way you’re still there on your knees—you really are a great listener.

“lay down, sweetheart.”

and so you do, back against the cooling tile. you spread yourself open for him, basking in his praise when you do.

he settles on his knees between your legs, hands running up the backs of your thighs to push your knees to your chest.

“hold ‘em there for me, angel.”

he settles over you, leaning over to press a devastatingly soft kiss to your lips, and then another, and so lost you are in him that when he finally brushes cock over your aching clit, you nearly come out of your skin.

“there y’go,” he says over your wails, reaching to wrap a hand around your throat, “so fuckin’ messy, baby. drippin’ down your ass right now.”

and he doesn’t give you any time to respond—not that you would’ve been able to, anyway—before he’s pressing the head of his cock inside of you.

“jesus christ,” he grits out between his teeth, “you gotta let me in, angel.”

but he’s only saying it to say it, because then he’s bullying his way in until he’s flush against you. his free hand comes down to where your bodies meet, and his thumb brushes over your achy clit. you clamp down around him, and he feels the way you whine against the hand he has wrapped around your throat.

he grinds his hips against yours, his own eyelids fluttering at the way you suck him into your body.

“y’gonna cum like this, pretty baby?”

“y-yes,” you wail, and it makes him smile.

leans down a little closer so you can see his face, tightening his grip minutely around your throat. he’s never really been into choking and neither are you—it’s more about the control. of showing you that he has you. it’s a comfort for both of you.

“go ahead, sweet girl. want this pussy to cum all over me.”

and you are nothing if not obedient, so you do, and hard. he never stops the brush of his thumb over your swollen clit, dragging out your orgasm with every stroke over it. you flutter around him at a pace that makes him dizzy, and he lets you take what you need from him—meets the stutter of your hips with his own deep grinds as you writhe underneath him. he ruts his hips against yours slowly, intentionally, until you’re shivering and over stimulated. you pulls his cock from you and revels in the slick sound it makes. it aches where it hangs between his folds and he can feel himself dripping between his legs, but he ignores it for the moment.

he leans over you, leaning down to meet your lips in a kiss of comfort. you sigh into it, and it makes him smile. he strokes the side of your throat with the pad of his thumb.

“you with me, baby?”

you hum, eyes blinking open slowly to look at him. he’s so beautiful it makes you ache. “want to make you cum, kat.”

“oh, angel, you don’t have—“

his words dissolve into a groan when you reach up to swipe your fingers through his heat.

“but i want to,” you whisper, teasing his messy little hole with the pad of your finger, “want to feel you.”

his face screws up with the concentration it takes to not sink down on your fingers completely. he jerks his head down, a quick nod. “y-yeah,” he chokes out, nodding again, “yes.”

you smile, pushing two fingers up until his body swallows them completely. you set a lazy pace, fucking up into him as he trembles above you.

he’s on his elbows, caging your head between them as he pants into your temple.

“touch that big cock for me, kat.”

he moans something pitiful into your ear and follows your directive. you bring your chin to you chest to watch him when he does—fascinated at the way his fingers tug at his length, all deep reddish-brown and impossibly hard. your fingers curve inside him and he nearly collapses on top of you. you watch as his slick rolls down your hand in fat beads.

“need you to cum, my love,” you coo, turning to rub your cheek against his. you’ve both completely forgotten that you’re on the cold shower floor—he’s taken over all of your senses.

“gonna—gonna cum,” he chokes out, his fingers speeding up over his cock. your fingers scissor inside of him, stretching him out, filling him up. “oh fuck, fuck, yeah, please—“

he lets out one more breathy “haah—fuck” before he goes rigid above you, squeezing your fingers tightly as he cums. his hips fall to meet yours, grinding your fingers deeper into him as he drags his twitching cock over the soft of your belly. you turn your head to kiss him, swallowing his moans and whines like they could sustain you.

he goes soft above you eventually, body moulding on top of yours like he’s boneless. you crane your neck to press a kiss to his jaw.

“we can’t sleep here, you know.”

he huffs, pulling your head into the crook of his neck with trembling fingers. you nuzzle into his throat.

“why not?” he grumbles, fingers soothing through a knot in your hair.

“i’m not sleeping on the tile, you big baby. we have a bed.”

he pinches your earlobe and you squeak in protest. it makes him smile. right now, he feels more content than he thinks he’s ever, crowded on the shower floor with you.

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[luviisabella]

“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.

You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.

You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.

“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.

You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.

You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.

“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.

“Night doll.”

(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)

[puppyaulait]

[ricedoesart]

not to come back to this blog and immediately plug my kofi but im selling pride icons !! theres 11 different pride flags for each character and templates to fill in your own !

[ijwtbap]

ㅤㅤ★ㅤA date — Bakugō.

— Bakugō x GN!reader

You go on a date with an explosive man. Why? No one knows. You're y/n, so just enjoy it and don't ask questions.

a/n. I just didn't want to study, so I did this.

You were going on a date with Bakugō.

 

Your brain couldn’t wrap itself around how this had even happened. One minute, you were lying on the couch in the common room, scrolling through TikTok while trying not to let the algorithm convince you to buy another useless gadget. Next, Katsuki spawned out of nowhere and stared right through your soul.

 

He didn’t ask if you were busy this weekend—oh no, that would have been polite. Instead, he hit you with a tone that could cut the air, as if you’d personally insulted his ancestors.

 

Still, you managed to mumble something in response, though you had no idea what you even said. Why was this happening? You weren’t friends—not even acquaintances, really. Hell, you weren’t even in the same social group. The only words you’d ever exchanged before this were basic pleasantries, only from your part, of course. Yet here he was, staring at you with the intensity of someone trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube in under a minute.

 

“Meet me at the train station at 8,” he said. Just like that. Not very romantic in your opinion. And then he left, as if he hadn’t just dropped the most unhinged plan on your lap.

 

Eight. In the morning. On a weekend. What kind of psychopath plans a date at 8 a.m.?

 

You were sure this man was about to kill you. You were driving yourself insane on that couch, overanalyzing every interaction before that day. Your thoughts are cut off by the sudden, almost unnoticeable blush on his ears.

 

You were 100% sure you were on drugs, and you didn't even know what they smelled like.

 

Now, here you were, resting your back against the brick wall in the middle of a street. You had picked your best clothing, the ones that were rotting on the back of your closet, that you swore you would wear one day, the right day.

 

And today was that day.

 

You keep looking around and checking the time, worried that this was some type of elaborate prank. You already knew some of the past behaviours of Bakugō. Thanks to Izuku, who could never shut up about the guy.

 

You picked up your phone, and before checking for the 70th time that you didn't come to the wrong place, a hand touched your shoulder. If it weren't for all the training and constant fights with villains, you would've gotten scared.

 

You turn around to see the angry expression of Bakugō, but at this point you knew it was only his resting bitch face. You put the phone away and faced him, expecting something to come out of his mouth.

 

"Hi?" You said, unsure of how to start a conversation with a guy as gentle as a cactus.

 

Mr. Explosions didn't seem to want to speak, so you did it for him. As he gave you a nod and started walking, expecting you to follow him. You fixed your hair quickly and checked him out.

 

Weirdly, you both were equally dressed up. He had good fashion sense: everyone knew that. But you felt like he looked a little better: he was wearing cologne, his hair was less messy, and the shoes were brand new.

 

He had tried, and so did you. It was an actual date; you couldn't believe it.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

Katsuki didn't answer you. He only handed you a ticket. Your eyes widened as you read it. It was a concert of your favourite band/artist; it was so difficult to get the tickets to it, but he had them.

 

You would've married his ass at that exact moment. He knew how to cook, had money, and bought you tickets to the best concert of your life. He was your husband already. You could skip the dating step altogether.

 

As you two entered the stadium, you felt your entire body bursting into excitement. Some were selling stuff, and others were jumping around to see every inch of the place. The air of happiness of everyone was so contagious.

 

The entire concert you didn't stop singing. It didn't matter anymore if Bakugō was there or not; this was a one-life chance. At one moment you even took his hand to force him to participate on the wave.

 

Afterwards, you were over the moon. You had bought some stuff to remember this day, Katsuki paying for most of it; he hadn’t let you refuse.

 

You were so happy that you hadn’t noticed how you two were still holding hands or how your leg was on top of his and his hand rested on your thigh. You were comfortable, and that was all you needed to know.

 

"Did you see [artist]? They..." You continue babbling non-stop.

 

Exhausted, both of you had sat on a bench in a park close by. The 'rest for a couple of minutes' had become hours and the morning, afternoon. One of your hands was trapped with his as the free one surrounded his shoulders.

 

You kept talking until you caught his eyes looking at you almost endearingly. It was a strange smile: sweet, soft, with his cheeks a tone more dark than normal. Katsuki was enjoying this, and you were too...

 

"What?"

 

The sudden realization makes you quiet, and he notices immediately. How could he not? You had been boring his ear off the last three hours.

 

You didn't like Katsuki. Not when you first met him and he woke you up with the sound of an explosion, nor when he fought with Midoriya like a maniac. Or that time when he kicked your ass during the festival.

 

You didn't like him at all.

 

You weren’t sure why you’d agreed to this date. Maybe it was because, out of everyone in class, he was the only one who noticed you were sick and told Aizawa. Or because he always made food exactly how you liked it, no matter how ridiculously picky you were sometimes. Or maybe it was this date, where he’d invited you to see a band/artist you loved, even though you knew he gave a shit about them.

 

Or perhaps it was the way he’d changed, quietly and without being asked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Not for recognition, not for anyone else—just because.

 

You didn’t know why any of it mattered so much. You didn't know what it mattered to you.

 

“Next time, let’s go camping.”

 

Next time. The words slipped out before you could stop them. They weren’t a promise, not really. Just a polite response, something to fill the silence. Yet even as you said it, the words felt too easy, too natural, like part of you had already decided.

 

"Alright,” Katsuki said, his tone calm and sure, as though he’d been expecting you to suggest it.

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[giugrapic]

TODAY'S MY BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!

I love kirishima so much you guys have no idea

Prompt: Movie night

[axel-tiredstudent]

i got commissioned to draw t4t asexual kiribaku (which was a dream come true)!!! i really missed drawing them and i had a lot of fun working on this!

[dudeijustsawaplane]

Sketch from an au I’m working on!

[punkeropercyjackson]

I bring a sort of 'Men and by extension male characters deserve to be praised for going above and beyond for their female love interests,not doing the bare minimum or even actively treating them badly but changing their minds once they realize they want to date them and the latter is actually more male entitlement than enemies to lovers' vibe to fandoms that fake toxic masculinity haters don't really like

[arrowheadedbitch]

Bakugo: All right, what the hell was it you wanted to tell us, dunceface?

Kaminari: Yeah, one second

Kaminari, turning away and cupping his hands over his mouth: OH MY GOD, ALL THE GIRLS ARE IN HERE AND THEY'RE TAKING THEIR SHIRTS OFF!

Kaminari:...

Kaninari: Okay, yeah we're good. I'm trans!

Mina: What- what was that?

Kaminari: What was What?

Sero: That! Just now! Why did you turn around and yell that!?

Kaminari: Oh, I was making sure Mineta wasn't listening.

Sero: ???

Mina: Um, why?

Kirishima: Yeah, I'm pretty confused about that part??

Kaminari: I think it's perfectly understandable that I don't want Mineta to find out I have boobs.

Mina: Oh, yeah, that makes sense

Sero: Yeah, no, no, I get that

Kirishima: That's super manly, yeah

Bakugo: I'm not even gonna yell at you for that one, that makes sense

[luviisabella]

“Bakugou Katsuki !”

You can’t help but giggle when you hear heavy footsteps making their way to your bed.

“Fuck what is it ?!”

His hair is a mess, his sweatpants were untied and fell a little loose showing off his Calvin Klein boxers (that he models for), and his shirt was also lifted a little with slight wrinkles, but nothing beat the expression on his face.

“You’re so cute.”

His body relaxes once he realizes you were just teasing him, he walks over to you before pressing his entire body weight against you.

“Kats’ !!” You can’t help but laugh as you try pushing him off. “You know you’re heavy !”

He ignores you, yawning into the bed so you decided to tug on his hair earning a soft groan from him.

He looks up at you in silence.

“You don’t like it hm?”

You watch him with curious eyes as he presses his face into your thighs causing you to flinch at the sudden contact of his teeth.

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“Yeah but you do.”

[sweetheart4you]

Hiii! Can you do villian Bakudeku x s/o who has a Cheshire cat like quirk? It’s okay if not ! Have a good day/night !<3

Sorry it so long to get to you! I've been busy and just burnt out, hopefully this makes up for it!

Bakugou heavily disliked you at first. He hated being sneaked up on. He was honestly just glad you weren't good at combat and stuck to gathering info.

Deku was in awe. But then started muttering and asking you questions. He liked you off the bat since you weren't rude to him for doing so.

Eventually, as you get more settled into the team, Bakugou and Deku both started to appreciate your skill. The longer you stayed in the team, the more Bakugou warmed up to you.

Eventually, both Dynamite and Deku, asked you out. You weren't sure as who to pick, and they assured you that they wanted to share you.

When Katsuki would be angry, your surprise hugs would cheer him up. When Izuku was mad, he preferred to just hold you and vent out his frustrations.

Even though you were all villains, you had a really healthy relationship.

“C'mon. Give me a kiss dickhead. I want your kisses.” “Kacchan, don't be rude! I want your kisses too, babe. Give me some, please?”

[puppyaulait]

Beach episode sir’ Horikoshi I’m begging you

[axel-tiredstudent]

mha doodle requests from instagram stories!

these were so fun !!

[arrowheadedbitch]

I now have the idea in my head of class 1a doing a fun little make up a song on the spot game where you get a random word and you have to make up a song about it while Jirou plays the backing track (most of it is just hilariously bad songs with baller as hell guitar in the background)

Mineta managed to sneak a paper with the inspiration word "sex" into the hat while no one was looking and Denki draws it

They try to make him redraw but end up agreeing to let him keep the word as long as he's kind of classy about it and agrees to at least try to have a little nuance or whatever

He improvises the song Juno, as Sabrina Carpenter doesn't exist in mha so it's free game and I'm a sucker for the idea of someone improvising a really good song when you thought they'd me shit (at one point mineta heckles that Kaminari is being too tame [he is definitely not] and demands he at least works the word horny in or something, give him something to work with! And that's when he works in the "I'm so fucking hoorny" line lol)

Everyone freaks out, of course, and Mina totes recorded the whole thing. When they ask who tf Juno is, he just says that he chose the reference because he knew for a fact none of them would get it

Eventually, after days of being begged to tell them who Juno is, he is finally bribed with Endeavor's credit card (not by Todoroki but by someone who convinced Todoroki to let them borrow it, which was NOT hard lmao) he finally tells them "Juno is an American movie about teenage pregnancy" and they all lose their minds

Sorry, had to get this out of my head somehow