#Abusive!Bakugo x reader

[tired-biscuit]

How would Bakugou react to his gf being drugged at a party? He knows she doesn’t drink.

cw: substance abuse, suggestive content // 18+ mdni, fem!reader, slightly softie!bakugou

while absolutely seething with rage, i think bakugou would be far too concerned with your well-being to actually go out and find - kill - the person who had persuaded you into taking something he isn't at all familiar with in the short moment he wasn't looking.

because yes, he may be a brute - one that's currently contemplating murder or at least a very violent beating aimed at the dealer - but there's also this type of tender softness hiding underneath the gruff exterior he flaunts around. all gooey and sweet, his heart has become a sensitive thing whenever it comes to you; whenever anything even remotely concerns you. you're his everything, all that he needs. so seeing you like this: completely fucked up and barely rational - a complete opposite of what he's used to seeing on the norm, fucks him up just the same.

worst-case scenario, i think he'd seek medical attention if your trip turned bad and you'd start to worry him too much. he'd hold your hair up if you'd vomit, running his hand down your stiff spine over and over again, and would make sure you'd be as comfortable as possible during the ride to the hospital. once you'd be there, he'd stay up the entire night. glued to your side, he'd be watching you like a hawk. just like he does on any other patrol.

however, if you'd be feeling all right, he'd be a bit more relaxed but would still keep a close eye on you nonetheless. in my opinion, a man like bakugou wouldn't entertain the dazed shit you'd keep spewing. no, instead he'd just make sure you're warm, and even more importantly - safe.

so whilst you're sitting on his lap, wrapped in his strong arms, he peppers soft kisses all over your temple and cheek, making sure the little affections are sugary enough to persuade you into staying put. he doesn't necessarily know how to handle you properly when you're like this, so he tries to be more attentive in hopes it'll keep you satisfied. but unbeknowst to him, it only causes even more trouble.

after all, you turn needy because of the doting ministrations he so rarely showers you with in public. everything feels twice as intense; the short sensations of his lips touching your skin and the thumping bass of the music feeling like there's hot electricity burrowing deep in your bones and thunder pounding in your ears. you're outright ready to burst from the overstimulation.

and even if he feels bad for it, he ignores the way you squirm and try to kiss him back then; right there, in front of everyone. the furrow of his brow gets so, so prominent as you whine and he has to clench his jaw the moment your fingers touch it. there's raw worry hidden underneath the look of disapproval he gives you at the sight of the fog of lust that's still swirling inside your own irises, your pupils so fucking big that he can nearly see himself in the reflection.

he's not pleased about this entire thing at all.

but rest assured, he'll teach you a lesson the moment you come back to.

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[love-me-satoru]

“Why”

a/n: i don’t know why i wrote this. but the run down is you at katsuki got in a fight and things were said that shouldn’t have been.

warnings: angsty. swearing. tw emotional abuse. use of y/n

“Fuck, i wish i never met you”

You looked at him in disbelief. tears welling up in your eyes. Before they could fall you wiped them and walked up to him and said.

“Thank you for telling me how you really felt Katsuki.”

You left your shared apartment tears dripping down your face while you walk the empty streets alone. you don’t even remember what you both were fighting over anymore. but you knew you couldn’t go back. But ever since you left your phone never stopped ringing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean it baby”

“please come back im sorry”

Just message after message after message and you were just broken. you can’t keep doing this. you’re just digging yourself into a bigger hole.Then he called and on instinct you answered.

“Please come back home baby.”

hearing his voice made you just break.

“Why should I You literally told me you wish you never met me. wouldn’t it be better if i just stay away?”

“Ba..” You cut him off.

“You i don’t get to call me that anymore Katsuki” you said with a crack in your voice.

“I’m done with this constant abuse. I loved you. I had nothing and you knew this so i stayed. But i can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending this is okay when it’s fucking not.”

he silent he’s trying to hold back his tears. he doesn’t want to lose you. But he knows he doesn’t deserve you. You were everything to him. But he let his anger get in the way of that.

“I’m sorry Y/n” he said with a muffled sob.

and the call ended.

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[call-memissbrightside]

tw: abuse? and smut(kinda)

you give your all to Katsuki

You become the perfect everything for him

Wife, cook,homemaker, cleaner, slut and hope that one day he would grant you the title of mother, a child would mean your love and his love would manifest in a little boy or girl

You wanted nothing more than a child with his eyes and smile, gosh you dreamed of that

But Katsuki refused to allow you to get your implant removed

You pamper and fucking worship the ground he walks on, you bend over and offer yourself to him any chance you get

You love him deeply, and he’s taught you what it feels like to lose his love, to lose his attention and you hate it

That coldness, in his eyes if he even had the time to look your way. How his words full of hate and ridicule would linger for days, staining like tears as you try whatever you can to get him to speak, to even hold you again

What’s wrong with you? You wonder and ponder what else you could possibly say or do to at least get a simple kiss

But all he rewards you with is a quick fuck from behind, slapping your ass and just throws you down when he’s finished, no words uttered towards your direction

You’re torn, you’re scared of what will happen to you if your love for your husband isn’t enough

You love Katsuki Bakugou and he just tolerates it

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[bakugosbratx]

yandere bakugou tries to cheer up his darkling?

Katsuki Trying to Cheer up His Darling

Warning: 18+ content. Yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping infer, abuse, noncon referenced, etc.

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• Katsuki would attempt to cheer up his darling. Attempt.

• Katsuki isn’t a patient man. He may gain a tiny bit as he gets older and more comfortable with his darling, but in general, Katsuki is impatient. Let’s not forget he also has a hard time understanding his own emotions. How do you expect him to understand his darling’s?

• He’ll try with talking to his darling. “What the hell is you mopin’ ‘bout?” He’ll grumble with folded arms, crimson eyes peering down at them. When his darling either gives him the silent treatment, or a bland answer, or even a truthful one, he’ll be quick to gaslight them.

• “You’re such an ungrateful brat. After all I’ve done for you and you have the nerve to be poutin’?” Katsuki scoffs as if this is supposed to automatically fix their attitude towards him. And when he learns it doesn’t work like that, he’ll try a different approach.

• Katsuki will come home with a stuffed animal, a treat, or something he thinks the darling will like. They’ll have to show gratitude then, right?

• At least, that is his hope, but when that doesn’t work, he’ll try other methods like fucking it out of his darling because dick fixes everything in Katsuki’s mind.

• His darling can deny it all they want but when they sing a melody of moans, that just confirms to Katsuki it is working and they are just giving him a hard time.

• But somehow, that doesn’t change their mind. A pout still stays on their face until all his tricks run out and he asked the question he should have asked before, “what the hell is it that you want?!” And when they answer honestly, they can expect a lecture on how ungrateful they are and a week in the basement with no food or water. But when he comes to see you, he expects you to be so grateful for his presence which will be rewarded with a nice bath, food, makeup sex, and cuddles

• And if the darling gives an answer Katsuki doesn’t want to hear — which will more than likely be the case — they can expect a lecture of how ungrateful they are, a week alone in a dark room, and no food or water. Then, you’ll have to lean on Katsuki when he frees you which will be a nice bath, cooked meal, makeup sex, and cuddles.

So, yeah. Katsuki may not be the best at comforting if they don’t respond the way he wants them too.

©bakugosbratx

• When the darling shows no gratitude, he’ll get even more angry, but he’s not done trying. He’ll do anything to see his darling smile. So, naturally, he’ll ask them what his darling wants.

• Katsuki will try to spend more time with his darling because they are obviously upset he is at work all of the time, right? And with all of that time means more time for Katsuki to pressure darling into sex.

• And when they say “no.” He will just do it anyway because dick fixes everything, right? The darling can claim they hate it, but as much as the darling moans, Katsuki thinks otherwise. Besides, what better way to get rid of that nasty attitude of theirs other than fucking it out of them.

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[devilherself666]

CHAPTER 12! (TODOBAKUDEKU X READER! MAFIA AU!)

The sun came through the window and I sighed. I heard a knock on the door and groaned. “Too early.” I huffed and they huffed. “Well I can just go home.” A girl growled and I didn't hear her voice. “Rain?” I asked tiredly. She turned the door knob. “Yeah, I heard everything. I am here to explain.” Rain says and I looked at her. “Thank you.” I sighed as I sat up, and looked at her as she sat down. Her hair was beautiful white with purple tips, her wings were like angel wings, her horns made me wanna show mine, but never could. She also has wolf ears and tail that matches her hair color, her power is better than anyones ever seen.

“Tell me everything you know?” I asked and she nodded. “Y/n, I am so sorry that happened. He didn’t used to be that way.” She sighed and she looked down. “In high school he would act like a prev because his parents was against gays, and that he was one. He had to hide it very well. No one knew that but me, because he was my best friend. He got bullied and he couldn’t change it because that was better than the beatings he would get from his parents. It all changed him.” She sighed and I looked at her. “That doesn’t explain why he killed my brother and kidnapped me.” I huffed, crossing my arms. “You are a few years younger than us, right? So your brother would be our age right?” She asked. “Yeah I am nineteen.” I sighed and she nodded. “He is twenty-four, the same age.” She stopped and looked at me. “As my brother.” I looked at her in shock. “My brother..” I looked at her in shock. “Yeah, I believe your brother bullied him in school the most for being gay.” Rain sighed and I started to tear up and then shook it off. “No way..” I looked at her and saw honestly in them. “My brother is a horrible person..but still don’t understand why he took me..” I sighed and she sighed. “He might be a murder but he isn’t a monster.” She leaned back on the bed next to me. “He killed the only family you had left…he took you in to protect you from the world, but he did it the wrong way. He should have let you live your life normally.” She sighed and I looked at her. “I am not normal, never have been. Never will be.” I looked at her. “I am like you.” Still looking at her and she looks back at me. “Y/n, we all have powers of some sort, the reason we made the mafias to use them where the cops can’t. We shouldn’t be scared to show our turn powers.” She looked at me. “Todoroki, fire and ice.” She smiled. “Bakugo, explosions.” She sighed. “Deku?” I asked and she shivered. “Deku has the most powerful power any of us can have. I can’t tell you. He would have too.” She sighed and I nodded. “I don’t show off, never really wanted to.” I sighed as I looked away. I got out of bed and looked at her. “What should I do?” I asked her. She looked at me and smiled. “You might not like this Idea.” She sighed. I looked at her as I picked out some clothes. “What is it?” I asked. “Talk to him. Ask him the questions yourself, because he would know more about what he did than me.” She sighs. She did have a point but a lot can go wrong.. “What if he kills me because I know his secret..” I asked and she laughed. “He took you in y/n, he is not going to kill you after all these years just because of one stupid secret..” She chuckled and I looked at her dumbfounded. “He got his ass beat to a pulp because he did not want me to know…” I explained and she looked at me. “That is a good point..” She stopped and thought for a second. “I still don’t think he would kill you, but to be safe when he wakes up, I will talk to him.” She smiled at me and I nodded. “Thank you.” I sighed as I grabbed my clothes. “I am going to get a shower. Thank you for all your help.” I smiled and she nodded. “Anytime.” She said as she got up and hugged me. She walked out, I sighed as I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on and started to strip out of my clothes and get in the shower, letting the hot water hit my back. I wash my hair out. I sighed as I let the water hit my skin more and leaned my head back in relaxation. I washed my body and turned the water off and stepped out. I looked at my clothes and sighed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Who do I see? Who is she? Cause I don’t know anymore. I sighed as I got dressed and brushed my hair and teeth. I walked out the bathroom and she was gone. I shrugged and walked down stairs and saw the black haired man there. His face wasn’t like before, it was full of hope and despair. Maybe a tint of happiness. Why? I have no idea and I honestly don’t think I should find out. He didn’t trust me with my brother. Why would he trust me with what is making him happy?

I looked at him as I walked to the kitchen, I wasn’t paying attention and ran into someone. “Ow!” I groaned. I looked up and saw the scar over the nose and the freckles. Ignoring him isn’t the best when you stay in the same house I guess. “Y/n?” He asked and looked down at me. I huffed. “What?” I asked as I got water from the fridge. “You have been avoiding me.” He growled. I rolled my eyes. “Well duh! You aren’t gonna take my first like it was nothing!” I yelled and growled walking away leaving him there dumbfounded. Doesn’t he not remember it? I walked to the nurses office and saw the man I thought was my brother on the table. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to hurt him. Instead I walked away and breathed hard to stop the tears. Until I felt arms around me. “Let it out.” A soft voice spoke and I knew it was Todoroki. I could never forget the warmth he gives me. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I cried in his arms. I wanted someone to save me from this nightmare. In our line of work, we don’t have heroes, never have. Never will. Even if we did, would they take the time out of their day for something silly like this? Probably not. I have never felt worth saving and I am not. I don’t even use my power. I have one, yes. Despite the Mafia and the quirks, people would think heroes would be born, but after the commission ruined everything. Everyone fought against it, U.A was shut down years ago and everything went south. About a year after that Endeavor was arrested and the world was angry.

They lost all hope of being safe, but us? We were never safe. In this line of work your family is always on the line. Unless you are Deku, then you put their families lives on the line. In this line of work, there isn’t a good or bad person. Just a stupid or street smart. You can never let your guard down. I did. I am the stupid one. Not only did I let my brother die, I am standing here in a boy's arms crying my eyes out. I sighed as I looked at him slowly. “Why?” I asked. He looked down at me. “Why what?” He asked and I sighed as he wiped my tears with his thumb looking me in the eyes. “Why are you trying to save me?” I asked and he smiled slightly at me, my heart skipped a beat. He smiled at me. “You are worth saving Y/n, Ever since I met you. You have had my heart. You not only wanted to know me but you also wanted to save me. Am I right?” He asked and my mouth dropped open. “How did you know?” I asked. He chuckled lightly and petted my hair down as his other warm arm was around my waist. “The jokes, the calls, the help you have given us. Let us save you the same way you saved us.” He smiled and kissed my head and I looked at him confused. “I haven’t done anything.” I said and he smiled. “You have. Deku has been looking for Mintea for a long time and you happened to find him.” He smiled and my jaw dropped. “What is going to happen to him?” I asked and Todoroki shrugged. “He will get what he deserves.” He huffed and I smiled. “Can I smack him when the day comes?” I asked and Todoroki laughed. “Of course, love.” He pulled me closer for a hug and kissed the top of my head. “We all love you Y/n, you have shown us trust and what it means to be happy in this line of work.” He smiled and I looked at him. “Woah, no you got me all wrong. I hate this line of work. Look at me, my parents are dead, my brother gone. I am only nineteen Todoroki. I have nothing together. I am still in college for whatever I don’t even remember anymore because I just wanted a normal life. I had to kill people and steal their wallets just to pay for a normal life. Do you not hear how fucked up that is?” I sighed and he looked down at me.

I felt disappointed, I am not sure if it was because of what I said or how I felt when I said it. “Y/n.” He sighed. “If you don’t want to go to college then drop out, they are already dead, going to school won’t bring them back. You might be young but you signed up for this life when you slit the first man's throat for his money, Y/n. I had to turn my emotions off just to get through life. I don’t want that for you. Just try to learn not to care so much.” He sighed and I looked at him. “You are welcome to be a part of our mafia, your brother would be proud to see you working alongside the number one mafia leader, no?” He asked and I thought for a moment. I looked at him and nodded. “He would, that is all he has ever wanted.” I sighed out and Todoroki nodded. “Good.” He smiled at me. “Let's go.” He said. “Where?” I asked. “Deku and Bakugo want to see you.” He smirked and I gulped. Oh god.

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[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

I’m scared…

[katsuki, izuku, kirishima]

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, BURNS, BROKEN BONES, GASLIGHTING, SELF HARM!

Something made his gut scream at him to rush to your side without hesitation when you did everything possible to avoid eye contact with everyone who passed. That wasn’t too out of character for you, since mornings were a bit rough in general without your daily dose of caffeine, yet the heavy way your head hung low told of a secret he had to know. It wasn’t going to be so easy for him though. You were a damn good master at putting up a façade so others couldn’t guess what you were thinking or how your life was outside these walls. Some decided to give you space since you didn’t seem up to your usual self even when armed with several cups of coffee within your system but that knot in his stomach twisted more when the odd addition of a scarf around your neck slipped just enough to reveal bruised flesh. He didn’t approach though until it was just the two of you, the artificial lights above your heads casting his features into a shadow almost too dark for you to see as he “accidentally” tugged on the flimsy fabric while trying to reach for a file just over your shoulder.

Black and blue finger shaped bruises decorated both sides of your fragile throat. Not only that but there were inflamed bite marks leading downwards to disappear along your shirt’s collar. The high collar shirt…use of a scarf despite spring giving way to summer…your avoidance of people…

He didn’t like where this was going but the words still leapt from his lips nonetheless. “When did you get those”

Tears burned the backs of your eyes as you wrenched away, pushing against your desk. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” A gasp slipped from your raw throat, coming out almost as a cry, when his large calloused fingers found your wrist.

“You can’t hide anything from me, (Y/n), we know each other way too much to even try to pull that crap.” The chuckle at the end of his sentence was fake, both of you could tell, but the sincerity ringing behind every word nearly made your heart crack. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Words flew up your throat before you could stop them. “F-Four…” Bile rose to coat your tongue when his eyes widened. What disgusted you most though: the fact you hid it from your best friend for so long or the fact it was happening in the first place? The words you were attempting to stop rushed forth on their own when he made to speak, as if they were rushing to heard before you could swallow them down. “…months, two weeks, three days…”

The fingers around your wrist instantly released their hold but they found the collar of your shirt. Fabric tearing filled the air yet you didn’t flinch as the air met your skin. It’s been a long time coming, someone was bound to find out or you were eventually going to spill the beans about what’s been happening, a part of you were relieved that it was him who had finally confronted you while the other sobbing in a corner begging for his forgiveness.

Muscular arms that could crush boulders and lift slabs of concrete began to shake as his gaze bore into yours. “So this whole time that you’ve been flinching when one of the guys says your name…”

A tear slipped from your eye, causing his expression to increasingly become more pained as each droplet that followed answered each statement.

“When someone touched you without warning…”

Another tear.

“…all the times you were checking your phone because it kept going off…”

This time several spilled down your cheeks.

“…and you didn’t say anything because they told you no one would believe you…”

Broken sobs wracked your body as the wall met your back, vulnerability crashing over you as he remained standing and his shadow fell over your haunched figure. Your arms rose shakily to wrap around yourself as if seeking stability and recoiled violently when something brushed the top of your head. Whatever it was withdrew completely, making you want to dig a hole in hopes of disappearing within it, and let out a gut wrenching scream when vice-like objects wrapped around you in a near straight jacket hold. Fight mode failed to engage as he was replaced by someone else who claimed they did what they did because you deserved the treatment.

Because you talked to another person without their permission…

That your clothing is too provocative though they complimented similar styles on others…

Your body wasn’t to their liking anymore despite your efforts…

Just as they said, you were powerless…and weak…unimportant…

“Stop it.” His voice was so dark that you nearly didn’t recognize it despite his lips being right next to your ear. “Don’t believe a single word they said.” The two objects confining your movements began to softly sway back and forth as a weight settled upon your shoulder. What you recognized as his arms gave a squeeze. “You’re not going home tonight.”

Terror flittered through your veins as the vision of a certain someone waiting for you to walk through the door back at a residence the two of you shared. If you didn’t return by a certain time, you’d receive a real punishment that made your current state seem lax. And once they caught wind of the fact you were alone with him of all people… The shadow of your hair fell over to conceal the upper half of your face. “I…”

His rocking ceased at your hoarse whisper. “Stay with me tonight.”

A quiver appeared within your lip at how gentle his tone had become, how careful he was holding you, even the fond way his gaze felt when it met yours when he withdrew so he could clean your face with his sleeve. The lingering dark image from memory dissipated as his name rose up your throat. “I can’t…need to go home…”

The protest was weak, even to your own ears, yet your body attempted to remove itself from his hold without full strength. He let his arms fall to rest at his sides as you remained sitting in silence. You weren’t going to relay or describe the punishment surely waiting for you, he didn’t need to know, but that didn’t stop your mind from painting one anyway.

Fists or palms? Possibly both would pummel across your body the moment you’d entered. Their voice filling the air with accusations and profanity as new bruises bloomed like flowers on your body in places clothing would hide them. There would be no food for you at least for another week because you’d be gaslighted into thinking the situation was your fault and it was how your psyche reacted in response to stress. Food would no longer hold any joy for you until they voiced their forgiveness so why eat it? You could loose a few pounds anyway, so they say, maybe this time you’d keep off that weight.

A calloused palm met your cheek. The swimming thoughts and blurs of images ceased, replaced by his worried gaze that bore into your own. “Talk to me. Please.” His bottom lip became caught between his teeth when you didn’t speak.

You’ve never seen him like this and it was making your stomach knot knowing that it was you causing him whatever he was feeling. Did he hate you now? Did he think you were weak? Was he going to turn his back and leave as if he knew nothing? A small voice in the back of your head rose, growing louder with each passing heartbeat that sounded within your ears, calling out his name in desperation. It was strangled to silence by the many memories of hands which had embedded themselves within your flesh and mind.

“Come home with me.” Stern finality entered his tone when you still chose to remain silent. Standing, he encouraged you to do the same by means of a slight pressure to your jaw that caused and your body unconsciously obeyed without hesitation until you too were standing, and the hand he’d used drifted down to brush your fingers.

Those battle and train worn fingers were gentle yet affirmative as they helped you into his car, never straying from yours for too long if they could help it, and they were quick to find yours when you began shaking when passing the exit that would take you off the main highway towards the side of town where your residence was. Once arriving they carefully helped you from the car with subtlest pressures to guide you in a certain direction until you were stepping through the entryway that was his home.

And still you lacked the strength or will to fight as he led you up a staircase to where he said you’d be staying in a spare bedroom suite close to his own. Why weren’t you fighting back? You shouldn’t be here! This was wrong! He was your friend, your colleague, it was inappropriate! Stiffness entered your steps while nearing the suite until you came to a stop.

He was instantly standing before you, the idle chitchat he’d been going on about that you should’ve been paying attention to ending in silence as your gazes met. “It’s okay,” he said softly, “you’re okay.”

But you weren’t. Though they were miles away it still felt like your partner was attempting to rip you apart from the inside. Even from such a great distance they still had a hold on you.

Tears that had dried returned as you shook your head. “I’m scared…”

“You don’t have to be anymore,” he whispered while tucking a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.

Again your head shook, this time vigorously as the tiny voice fought its way up your throat with a choke. Stepping back from him, your hands removed the high collared shirt and pants to reveal everything to him. Bite marks, bruises in the various shapes ranging from fingerprints to blunt objects, long thin scars or cuts gradually leading to your wrists, faintly blotchy patches of skin from where burns were still healing courtesy of cigarette burns; almost every inch of your skin was covered in a wound of some sort. You could feel his gaze tracing every single one of them, it felt like a knife stabbed your heart when within his gaze rose emotions swirling in a typhoon of color, but they never lost their worry or warmth when they met your own. “I don’t…I don’t want to die…” Sobs wracked your body when he moved to catch your exhausted being, his much larger frame easily cradling yours as you shattered into a million pieces. Every wall that you’d built up to lock away your emotions recently came crumbling down with each soft spoken affirmation that passed from his lips into your ear.

That night he never left your side. Not even for a second. A shower, hot meal, clean bed, fresh medicine and bandages were accompanied by his attempts to make you show the ghost of a smile he’s missed. Some lame jokes were said which earned your eye rolls but buried deep beneath the ruins you were still there just waiting for the right time to appear. He diligently stood watch over your night terror stricken being with blazing gaze locked on the single entrance that a certain someone would have to come through if they wanted you. One of his hands was always at the ready to soothe you with head pets, massaging your temples, even offering you his flesh when instinct demanded you lashed out blindly.

How they found out where you were was no surprise to him. He’d spotted the Life360 app on your phone when it had been placed on the charger, yet even through the darkness there appeared a glint of something unbecoming of the hero as tires came to a stop within the driveway around two in the morning. It was too late for any welcomed visitors and judging from the footfalls they weren’t any he recognized. He took a brief moment to brush the fallen hair out of your face. When was the last time you’d been able to sleep this peacefully? All of the worry lines and wrinkles you’d gained in the last few months were beginning to disappear before his very eyes the longer you’d slept under his careful watch. It did him good in multiple ways having you here; knowing you were safe, cared for, and protected. The heart in his chest gave a squeeze when instead of flinching away from his touch, as you had earlier, you’re slumbering form appeared to relish it with a soft hum.

Footsteps came to a stop at the front step, the familiar weight and sound more than enough to wake you instantly. He was there though to soothe and calm you back down. Sleep would be near impossible for you now knowing who was just downstairs on the opposite side of your friend’s front door…but you weren’t aware of the melatonin he’d included within your dinner. Soon you were drifting off to sleep against his shoulder as he silenced the alarms when the uninvited visitor attempted to break in. Tucking you back under the covers, he took a moment to survey the multitude of bandages that covered your being. He’d done his best to treat your wounds, making mental note to take tomorrow off so as to take you to a hospital, and silenced your phone with a swipe of a fingertip across the power button so the alarm wouldn’t wake you.

Gentleness within his features gave way to calm nothing as he exited the room to close the door carefully behind him. Justice would be served tonight. Tomorrow’s dawn would bring to light everything needed to persecute this individual.

“(Y/n)! Get your ass out here now! I know you’re in there—!”

Their sentence was cutoff by him wrenching the door open and stepping out into the night, forcing them to take a step back, and closed the door behind him with a click. Calm melted away to expose unbridled wrath as his gaze locked upon the figure. Fury unlike any had known capable by this man rose like infernos within his gaze as he faced the shadowed person who had come for you. “Let’s have a talk.”

For those in similar situations, I have something to say: please do not stay silent! Your suffering can be stopped before it’s too late. It’s hard to believe but there are hundreds and thousands of people who understand the pain you are experiencing. There is help available for domestic violence. We are not victims…We are SURVIVORS. Our power is much greater than that of our abusers. Don’t believe the sugar coated lies such as “I only do it because I love you” or “I promise to never do it again”. Especially when you hear “no one will believe you” or “it’s your word against mine”. If you can’t talk to family or friends, reach out to the local police department, hospital, church, or firehouse (not the restaurant). Anyone can receive shelter and aid until addressing the abuse can be made.

Silence is not golden.

Speak up, speak out.

#mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha x you #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #heroes saving you from domestic abuse #speak out against domestic abuse #silence is not gold #speak up!

[saitamawife]

Frame

Tw// Emotional abuse, gaslighting, victim blaming, yn being the nonrational one, he gets a phone thrown at him, angst ig

Gender neutral, dialogue-led kinda, no beta reader, in trying something new out which is being in one scene so this might be all over the place. I don't agree with anything done in the story. I will be making changes later

It's an argument but one person leads the argument and the other person is just listening and forgiving. 1.9k

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Bakugou slipped his shoes off and locked the door behind him, careful not to knock over your slippers. He shivered slightly while stepping onto the living room floor. He hated tile, it was always too cold but you insisted and that's what he did. Finally, he found you and patiently waited for the evening to begin.

You stood in the hallway with the lights overhead illuminating your silhouette with your hands resting on your hip, finally, you turned and without a beat, you asked.

“Do you think I'm crazy?” 

your voice was soft, it always was, just like you.

You widened your eyes and he knew that was the first warning, the first ruffle of feathers from a swan before it bit you. He quickly answered, “no”, you hated to be left waiting.

“Well, she thinks I'm crazy because why else would she talk to me like that”, you placed your hand on your hips and clicked your tongue, “She's saying all that shit, that I don't listen to you, that I belittle you” you exasperated and pressed you to hand your chest.

“I just-” “Why would she say that to me, I listen to you Katsuki, why the hell does she think I don’t?” your voice wavered as you rested your hand on your head as your eyes started to frantically look around. 

This was probably the third time this month the therapist you chose put you into a frenzy. He hated seeing you like this, you were always weak to the words of other people.

You looked into his eyes and bit your lip, you stopped, and then a faint smile slipped on it, and finally, there it was, “Are you fucking the therapist?”

“Why and when would I do that?" He answered wearily,  at one point there was anger at the accusation, a rough spat of curses, and now it was just another Thursday, and god how he hated Thursdays. 

“Why aren’t you answering me?” “I’m not cheating on you” “yes, you are" you swung your arms around wildly and glared back at him. You managed to hit your nail on the wall, he knew it hurt.

“Why else would she say that to me?” Your nose wrinkled up, and you placed a hand on your chin. 

He leaned against the pale white wall and waited for whatever else you came up with. There were splashes of red sauce and rice still stuck on the wall from Wednesday that he didn't clean up. He'd get it later.

“You were on your phone in the car,” you announced your answer like you cracked the code to some hidden secret that he kept from you.

All any argument ever led back to was the phone. The goddamn phone. He isn't sleeping with the therapist and he isn’t cheating on you. He could say it three thousand times and hand you his phone every evening, which he did, but you never believed him. To you, he was a liar that was hiding something. Or cheating.

Not that he ever would, he loves you. So much that he can't bear it to see you like this.

So insecure.

He walked away and sat on the white couch stuffed with decorative pillows. He wanted a black couch.

“I was talking to my mom”

“Oh, you were talking to your mommy, you expect me to believe that” you rolled your eyes and marched over.

You stood in front of him with your palm out, you knew he would give it to you and he did too. He pulled his phone out and you took it from his hand and entered his password.

Your eyes greedily consume everything on the screen. He was just happy that this argument was going to be over soon.

He knew what you were doing wasn't right but he loved you and he just had to stay with you throughout this, eventually, you would make it to the other side. He just had to wait, but how long could he?

 “Are you trying to leave me?” Your voice cracked and your facade broke for a moment before you corrected yourself.

“What did I do wrong, I can’t be angry Katsuki, why are you always the victim, what about me?” 

You threw the phone at his chest and walked off, and told him not to follow but you knew he would come and he did too, he had to, or else.

He rubbed his upper chest and got up, his eyes searching for something, anything that reminded him of before. His eyes finally landed on that picture. The first picture you ever took together and had framed. It was to 'commemorate your love' as you phrased it. There were some white patches and tape along it, he always cringed at the sight.

He finally made it to the kitchen and watched you, it was almost time.

“Listen, I don’t like when you speak to me like that, I already said this, we went to therapy because you said to, you sent us there”, he paused, licked his lips, and continued. “I’m not sleeping with the therapist-"

"Suki, what happened to us?"

You purse your lips and look at him. Were you looking at him or through him to something else, he wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that you required comfort from him, no one else could hold you as he could. Even if you throw your fits or yell, he will always comfort you.

You were his.

"I'm tired Katsuki, aren't you tired, what are we even fighting over" you stood up straight and rubbed your arms, your voice made you sound further away as if you could crumble.

Now it was time for the finale.

"Katsuki, I don't-" your lips wobbled and your voice cracked, "I don't want you to leave me"

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you frantically rubbed your hands across your cheeks in a failed attempt to dry your eyes, only causing them to further dampen your face.

"I-" he stopped short and watched you, watching as you fell apart like always, your feelings way too big for you to handle. Even now, you needed him.

Even if you hurt him he could always forgive you, always.

He walked over and placed his arms around you, pulling you closer. His body completely covered you in his warmth as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder. He felt as if your arms wrapped around him, not quite touching.

"I love you" he whispered softly into your ear, he wouldn't get a response, not yet, you had to calm down first.

You stood like that for a couple more minutes just bathing in his warmth, you never quite understood why he loves you as he does. He didn't either, he just knew he did. You are one of those things that he just knew was for him

"I don't want to see that therapist again"

"Okay", he bit his tongue and stayed still, squeezing a little tighter

"I love you"

"I love you, more" you're tough but he's strong and he will fight for you, it doesn't matter how much it takes.

#bakugo katuski #reader insert #mha bakugou #bnha #mha fanfiction #katsuki x you #bakugou x reader #tw abuse #verbal abuse #tw gaslighting #bakugou katuski x reader

[35c4p15t]

Powerless (Yandere!Bully x Reader)

E.g. Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK)

CW: yandere, referenced bullying, verbal abuse, pet names (doll, love, sweetheart), nonconsensual kissing and dry-humping

NSFW- MDNI

Arrogance first compelled him to approach you, entranced by your demeanor, before immaturity pushed him to insult and assault you, angered by your initial indifference towards him. Interactions thereafter snowballed as his intrigue evolved into infatuation, which soured into possessiveness, until his role in your life was that of an abusive, toxic, unpredictable bully. Despite wishing things were better, he'd play any role if it meant hogging your attention and scaring others away from you.

Cornering you was concerningly easy; even after all he'd put you through, your efforts to avoid him were pitifully easy to overcome. “Miss me, sweetheart?" Panic was written all over your face as you turned to look at him. Jolting away from him, about to run, he catches your arm, securing you next to him. Where you should be. “Where you goin', doll?" Squirming in his grip, you manage to plead, “Away from you. Please, let me go." It hurts, that you're always so desperate to get away from him. “You wound me, love," he smirks, masking his actual feelings, as usual. “I jus' wanna spend some time with my favourite person, don't you?" He tugged you closer to him, pressing his toned chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “I am your favourite person, right, sweetheart?" His breath tickled your ear uncomfortably, causing you to wiggle in his grasp. “Careful, love, you're gonna make me excited." You cease movement immediately, eyes brimming with tears. He notices, sighing in disappointment. “C'mon, doll, lemme take you somewhere nice, yeah?"

Confused, but powerless to resist, he forces you into his car. “P-please, I don't want to go anywhere… with you." He stares at you, overwhelmed: enraged by your disinclination, frustrated at his own distreatment of you, and desperate to keep you with him. Consequently, he shoves you into the back of his car, climbing in after you, closing the door behind him before crawling over you, distressing you as you attempted to shuffle away.

Undeterred, high on adrenaline, and too elated that you were finally beneath him to think clearly, he grabs your face- unintentionally harsh in his haste- and you whimper, immediately flailing under him in distress, becoming more frantic while he lowered his face, his nose brushing against yours as he planted his lips on yours. Frenzied, you started thrashing, prompting him to drop his body, weighing you down, and briefly lift his mouth to murmur in a husky, confident tone, “Don't bother, doll, you can't stop me." “N-no! Please, I'll go wherever you want, b-but, please don't do this!" “Oh, but you've upset me now, love. Make it up to me, yeah? Just relax, sweetheart." Returning to kissing you, smirking when you stopped writhing, instead laying limp, tears flowing down heated cheeks. His free hand snaked down your body, finding and squeezing your ass while he pushed his tongue into your mouth, and his leg forced itself between your thighs to begin grinding against you. Feeling a hardness pressing on your thigh reignited your anxiety, however, struggling under him simply pleased him, groaning hotly into your mouth. Pressing his leg harder against you, the hand holding you face in place dug warningly into your cheeks before sliding down to your chest, groping- selfishly, so hard you flinched in pain- his breathing quickening, almost heavily panting on your face, withdrawing his mouth from yours momentarily to mutter near nonsense, “You're mine, I own you, sweetheart. No-one else loves you, doll, you're nothin' without me."

Despite hearing his words numerous times since he started harassing you, it still stung. Dejected, you turned your head, unable to face your tormentor, now also molester. You felt sick. Swept up in his own pleasure, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, mouth open, licking, kissing, biting at the sensitive skin there. His hips accelerated, hand roaming your body, grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing as he pleased, until he buried his teeth possessively into your neck, sighing through his teeth, jerking against you a few more times before he stilled, panting in your ear for a moment. Eyes screwed shut- burning from crying- and stomach aching with disgust, you felt more shame, repulsion, and powerless than ever. “Least you're not completely useless, huh, doll?"

#bnha x reader #x reader #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere dabi #yandere touya #dabi x reader #touya x reader #reader insert #smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #yandere gojo #tw noncon #tw verbal abuse #possesive yandere

[grapementos]

walk away as the door slams

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: heavily! toxic relationships, emotionally abusive (gaslighting, etc.), angst.

pt 2 here.

bakugo isn't the same person he was in high school. he grew into a top five hero and opened his own agency, only to be brutally torn apart by the tabloids.

scandal after scandal, you watched him crack. like glass, he grew more and more fragile each time he was made out to be a monster, an asshole, a douchebag--whatever other name was thrown out there.

each time, you were there to comfort him and stand by his side against every rumor and generalization. still, it scared you as you watched his resolve weaken. it was as if he didn't see the point in being a hero anymore.

then came the headline, the article that had him hanging up his gauntlets in exchange for civilian life. the article had an incriminating photo of him holding up his hand to a child. of course, it was taken out of context; bakugo had merely been guiding the child away from the rubble of the building near them.

however, the media ate it up, and bakugo decided that being a hero wasn't worth the false allegations. he announced his resignation the same day and rid the entire house of hero news.

it broke your heart to see him give up his dream, so you'd tried and failed time and time again to talk him out of it. you even invited midoriya and kirishima to persuade him to become a hero again, but his mind was made.

he'd since picked up a new, low-brow job that kept him out of the public eye. with that, unfortunately, came stress regarding bills, grocery shopping, and necessary budget cuts. it was a huge adjustment, one that led to frequent arguments.

you worked from home, so you were able to keep it clean and cook meals for the most part. you tried so hard to keep your home a place where the two of you could coexist happily, but he always came home with an unfulfilled look in his eyes.

truth be told, you were exhausted, but bringing it up just made bakugo frustrated, so you avoided the subject. instead, you'd ask him about work, only to be brushed off.

it hurt.

"katsuki," you called from your spot at the table, finishing up some work, "what do you want to eat tonight?"

"dunno." he grunted, walking out of your shared bedroom.

"right. so helpful." you sighed, looking at your laptop once more, "do you have a general idea? or do you want to cook?"

"i just got home from an 8-hour shift." he looked at you like you were dumb, eyes narrowed, "can you lay off with the million questions?"

"it's a simple question. i need to know if i have to defrost anything." you shut your laptop a little harder than necessary, "i work too, you know."

he laughed bitterly but didn't say anything.

"what?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"oh, nothing. just thought it was funny, is all."

"what's so damn funny?"

"you, sitting on a laptop all day. 'working'," he used air-quotes, opening the cupboards.

"really? you wanna go there?" you closed the cupboard he was looking in, cheeks flushed with frustration.

he stared at you, jaw clenched, "can you move?"

"can you stop being so damn mean?"

"god, i'm not being mean." he shook his head and opted for digging through the fridge instead, "y'just being too damn sensitive."

you took in a deep breath, red hot anger beginning to boil up in your gut and through your hands all the way down to your fingers.

"stop digging through the fridge when i'm trying to talk to you, please."

he didn't even spare you a glance, pulling out the last cold water bottle.

"katuski." you demanded, louder.

"my god, what?" he slammed the fridge closed, leaning back on the counter, "as if i don't get nagged enough by my boss."

"i'm not nagging you. i'm," you stammered, trying not to escalate the situation into an argument, "i'm trying to see what you want for dinner. that's all."

"just make whatever. i'm not hungry anyways." he tossed the plastic bottle into the trash, plopping down at the table.

you rubbed your temples, trying so hard to maintain your calm, "okay."

-

the two of you were sat across each other at the kitchen table. you ate something quick you'd whipped up, finally breaking the silence, "they're considering me for a promotion. it's a pretty significant payraise, and i think i--"

"god, are you fuckin' kidding me?" he interrupted, eyes suddenly aflame.

"what?" you cocked your head, confused at his sudden irritation.

"you just love rubbing that shit in my face, huh? you're always talking about how you get paid more than i do, how work is so great, and now this? great job, breadwinner."

"katsuki, we're partners, we both contribute to this household no matter what. i'm not the... breadwinner." you insisted, pain blooming in your chest, "i thought you'd be happy for me."

"like you were so happy for me to quit that hero gig? so you can get all the glory of supporting us?"

"is that really what you think?" you stood, not able to control the flames of anger licking at your chest, "katsuki, you know damn well i gave my all trying to talk you into staying a hero."

"bullshit. you just wanted it to look that way." he stood too, hands planted firmly on the table, "because that's what you do. you pretend you care, and then just soak up all the glory for it."

you clenched your jaw, "not everyone cares for glory as much as you do. i don't know why you think that, but i know you loved being a hero, and i supported that because i love you."

"do you? or did you only get with me to be the partner of a hero?" he spat, eyes narrow and downright venomous, "poor partner of dynamight, they must go through so much to endure his anger issues. poor fuckin' you, right? poor y/n."

your lower lip quivered, the back of your eyes burning, and he laughed. he laughed.

"what? you're gonna cry, really?" he scoffed, shaking his head, "fine, fuckin' cry. that's all you seem to know how to do."

you inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes trained steadily on him, "fuck you." you whispered, hands balled into fists by your side.

"say it louder." he challenged, "maybe it'll actually do something."

"fuck you, bakugo katsuki." tears fell freely down your cheeks, but you weren't sad. you were pissed.

you walked around the table and jabbed your finger in his chest, "i have done so much for you. so goddamn much. i have stood by you, i have disproved every bad thing the media had to say, i've supported you, and-" your voice wobbled, "it's never fucking enough. nothing is ever enough for you. someone is always after you, someone is always praying on your downfall, because everything's about katsuki, right?"

he was stunned silent, leaning back away from you. his face was conflicted, eyes wide with surprise.

"well news-fucking-flash, the world doesn't revolve around you. and neither do i," you dropped your hand, wiping at your cheeks, "so i'm done. i'm done fighting for us, because you have never once tried for me."

"y/n--"

"y'know, katsuki." you paused on your way to the bedroom, "i think they were right about you. you are a douchebag. an asshole. a monster."

#bnha #anime #haikyuu #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #angst #gender neutral reader #drabble #my.archive.¥ #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bakugo angst #toxic relationship #mha angst #bnha angst #gender neutral y/n #y/n #reader #bakugo x you #grapeflop$

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Lover's Quarrel

Pairing: Dark (aged-up) Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

SUMMARY: You get away from Bakugo’s toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

I just realized today is his birthday, so here it is :) hope you guys like this.

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“...you better damn pick up my calls, (Y/N). I’m losing my patience here so you better get that fucking attitude out of your system or I’ll do it for you. Swear to god I’m gonna drag your stupid ass back home if you don’t come to your damn senses and if you fucking think that-”

You press a button, closing the voicemail with a sigh. Throwing your phone to the bed’s edge, you turn your back to it, curling yourself into a ball. 

Your mind is an unstable whirlwind of thoughts and worries and a solitary tear rolls down your face. It’s not fair.

None of this is fair.

You pull the blankets over you, but even their warmth isn't enough to calm the cold that scatters through your body. 

A sob breaks your composure and you hastily push your face into the pillow, smothering down the ugly sobs and whines that break out. 

It takes a long time until your eyes are finally dry and you have no more tears to weep.

But even afterwards, as you finally fall asleep, the heavy feeling still weighs on your heart.

Ding. 

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. 

Your friend looks at you and you’re quick to mute the notifications that pop up, eyes catching sight of the messages that Bakugo is spamming you before you black the screen. 

“I know I’ve asked before, but is everything really okay?” she asks, ignoring the movie on display in favor of looking at you, a concerned wrinkle settling between her brows.

“You seem… so distracted ever since you came. Is it about Bakugo?” 

You shift on the couch, uncomfortable. 

“It’s nothing.” you hesitantly tell her, measuring your words carefully. None of your friends know about the depth of Bakugo’s dark side and you’d rather not involve them.

Even though you’re almost sure that she suspects something is up, especially with the unannounced way you dropped by unannounced a couple of days ago, asking if you could stay a few days. 

“You can tell me, you know that, right? I’m not gonna judge or whatever.” 

You nod, giving her a small smile but no words come out of you despite the hefty weight on your mind. You don’t want to burden her with your problems. 

“I know, don’t worry. We’re just giving it some time. Lover’s quarrel and all.” you try to joke even though there's no humor in your smile.

"I see, okay." your friend draws a small smile, hesitating for a moment before letting it be. 

Work drags far too slowly. 

Boring paperwork to be filled, a few documents that need reviewing.

Nothing that actually manages to successfully distract you away from your current problems. If anything, it leaves you with far too much time for your mind to wander through your situation.

A definitive break-up is more complicated than what it seems as you’re aware that Bakugo won’t peacefully accept that. 

Just the idea of having to deal with an even angrier Katsuki has you cowering further into your chair and you distract yourself by opening your work email, digging into the emails that need to be answered. 

You’ll think about Bakugo later. 

“Later” arrives much earlier than what you expect.

When the clock hits 6 p.m you reluctantly turn off the computer, gathering your jacket and your purse. 

When you check your phone out of habit, the lack of messages surprises you. Strange.

Maybe Bakugo is finally catching the hints that you want to be left alone? You sure hope so.

You couldn’t be more wrong about it and you almost jump when your co-worker shrieks in delight, nudging your arm as you retrieve your car keys from the purse. 

“Oh god, he’s so cute, damn. Seems like someone was eager to see you.” 

Your heart drops at the sight of the blonde man that leans against your car, crimson eyes fixed on you.

“You’re so lucky. My boyfriend never comes to pick me up.” she whines before finally saying a distracted goodbye, throwing adoration filled glances at Bakugo when she walks away. 

For a moment, you consider leaving your car in the open parking-lot. You could take the bus to your friend’s apartment. It would be no big deal, only half an hour before reaching her place. 

But the impassive expression on your boyfriend’s face warns you not to ignore him and you don’t doubt Bakugo’s ability to cause a overly explosive scene right in front of your workplace. 

Your legs walk on their own towards him and he straightens up, pushing himself off the hood as he walks to you, meeting you half-way, far too close for your comfort.

He’s wearing civilian clothes, you notice. They make his firm muscles bulge from beneath the thin material, the veins in his arms popping out with his hands hidden in the pant’s pockets, as always.  

“What do you want?” 

“Can we talk?” he asks.

“Talk then.” 

Irritation seeps into Bakugo’s face. He’s never had much patience. 

“We can talk in your car. The keys.” 

Despite his stretched hand, you don’t deposit the keys in his palm. It’s your car. It’s your life. You have to fight for it. 

“Y/n.”

You take a step back, shaking your head. 

“If you wanna talk, then we can talk here. Out in the open.” 

The corner of his mouth twitches with ire, and it compels you to take another tiny step away from him. 

“Will you stop fucking stepping away from me?” his voice booms loudly through the empty parking lot, eliciting a wince from you. “Quit acting like I’m gonna beat you to a bloody pulp or somethin’. I’m just trying to take you back home, you idiot.” 

“But I’m not going back.”

“You are.”

You clench your teeth, hoping it would help ease out the incoming flow of angry tears that threatens to spill at any moment now. 

“I said. I’m not going back.” 

Bakugo ignores your words, losing his patience upon your refusal. 

“Like hell you aren’t. I’ve had enough of this stupid attitude of yours.”

His hand latches to your wrist, holding it in a bruising grip, tight enough for you to feel the bones in your hands being painfully compressed together. 

“Ah, Katsuki, you’re hurting me!” you cry out, attempting to release his grip by using your free hand.

But your fingers are far too weak to pull him away and he groans when your nails scratch him. It makes him grip your hand harder and you sob, body limpless following forward when Bakugo tugs you in his direction. 

You bump into his hard chest, head sharply pulled back with his callous hand enveloping the back of your neck, his large palm easily covering all of it.

The tall hero doesn’t even bother looking around, unafraid of the possibility of someone walking by. Bakugo’s never been one to be overzealous, much less now that the position on Pro Hero Number 2 belongs to him. 

“You’ve had your fun these past days. But it’s over now, y’hear me?” the tips of his fingers dig into your neck, and you’re barely able to hold his threatening gaze, already knowing that you’re not coming out on top of this.

“You’re coming back home with me. No fuckin' fuss, no complaining, and that’s final. Like hell I’m gonna let you get away from me, so you better start fixing that attitude.”  

He squeezes your neck, looking at you with deadly eyes. 

“You hear me? Brat.” 

He keeps his hand on the back of your neck when guiding you to your own car, unceremoniously pushing you to the passenger’s seat before claiming the steering wheel for himself. 

A few tears escape from your eyes and you turn your face to the window, ignoring the sharp looks Bakugo throws your way.

You hug yourself, all of your hope dissolving at the realization that you’re never truly gonna be free from him. 

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere bnha #bnha x reader #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #mha x reader #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo #tw: toxic relationships #tw: yandere

[ayasuki]

6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't  really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer. 

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo fanfic recs #katsuki fanfic recs #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #bakugou katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x yn #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugo smut

[savnofilter]

On to Better Things | k. bakugo

      Pro Hero!DILF!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM] Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, angst, strangers to lovers.

sfw — toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw — sexual content, pro hero!bakugo sorry not sorry lmao, bakugo got rizz, fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

COUNT: 11.4k words (45 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo]

A/N: whooph the warnings… imo, it's nothing too serious, but yk i gotta put the warnings up!! it's not graphic, but it does talk ab the stuff listed. i didnt know how else to craft a toxic ex-baby daddy type of situation, and it divulged into this 😭 also use yalls brains with the sfw & nsfw discernment for the warnings… ofc i do not take lightly about what's written, so dont twist it any other way and the heavier subjects being under sfw. i digress!! ive been wanting to write this request for a while and finally got around to it. unfortunately, i alr want to rewrite. :') despite that, i actually kinda really liked this one so i hope yall fw it too. 🫶🏽 thank you, anon!

"Mommy!" Your daughter, Niyuki, calls out to you as she runs into your arms.

She had recently turned 6 years old and still loves the end of the day on Fridays where she could run into your arms, and recount everything about what she had learned that week. Niyuki is pretty much a chatterbox and you weren't too sure where she got it from considering that even your… ex wasn't quite the talkative one either. As you grew to love this quality about her, you found it endearing. Phone calls with her were always a delight and that was how she had persuaded (begged) you to let her go to the park despite having other plans for the day.

You had promised on Monday that she would be able to go to the park in addition to ending her day Friday night off with having a sleepover with her best friend. Niyuki, being an excitable kid, wanted to go straight from school to the park so she wouldn't waste any more time than she already had.

"Hi, Niyuki!" You beam back, a loving smile on your face as you pepper her face in kisses, and hold her cheeks as she tries to shy away with her boundless amounts of giggles. "How was your da-"

"Great -- Mommy you promised we could go to the park today!" Niyuki lightly pushes away from you, a slight whine to her voice as she attempts to get away from your onslaught of affection.

"We can still go, I can't greet my little angel first before I do that?" You poke her cheek as you stand up straight and hold your hand out for her to hold. "Tell me about your day, pumpkin."

There was a skip in her step as she recounted her day to you. When Niyuki gets started, she never stops. She talked about the first moment her feet reached the school grounds, to before school had started, then she talked about her first few classes, after that what she did during lunch and how much fun she had at recess, the "drama" (very unserious but nevertheless cute) that happened before classes resumed and so on. Niyuki is also the animated type and could often run out of breath when she talks. She would use her hands and voice inflictions just to convey what she was speaking about. Sometimes, you even had to remind her to slow down and that time was going nowhere when talking with you.

It was moments like this when you could take in the rambunctiousness and appreciate your lovable daughter. You two only seemed to have special moments like these—well, at least you thought they were special—because of the separation between you and your toxic ex.

Before you two had split your relationship had been decent. Despite that though, you were incredibly in love with him, but the same wasn't reciprocated in a way that emotionally gave back. He'd make excuses as to why he wasn't open to you, his reasoning that he "loved differently" and that if you really loved him you would believe him. So you did. Over, and over, and over again. Hoping that the days where he showed up like in the beginning would become more frequent, but your willingness to stay was how he knew he could toy with you.

He had been your first when you had finally agreed to be an item when you were in your early twenties and it took a long time to finally separate from him when things got bad. In addition to dealing with the conflicting feelings of your then-boyfriend, your friends who only wanted the best for you, and your close family members, you also had to deal with yourself. Nights and days spent venting and breaking down about the man had become so common that your friends' concerns grew. You had so many negative thoughts at that time and you were naive to truly believe that there was a happy ending to overcome this predicament. That his way of loving could change for both of you. His manipulative questions would often linger in your head if you left him, and who were you to argue? When arguments would start to come up again almost weekly, it always ended up with you an emotional mess while he "proved" to you that he was the only one who could handle you.

When your ex noticed you started to pull away, he suddenly had an interest in starting a family. Late nights where you two would lay in bed after making up, he'd share his daydreams about you mothering his children, how beautiful and perfect you'd be to fit in his little world.

Family this, family that. Family values, family roles, family life. You two had been friends since you both were in high school, and it only made sense that you two were dating now and getting married soon. Hell, he even made you question what would your family think if you were "running around" instead of being faithful to him. Imagine the embarrassment to your family if you threw all of that away and weren't able to find someone else like him?

People talk, people notice. Many of the older women noted how great you two looked together, and he was well off with a great future that could support you both. Neither did it help that you changed your once passionate future for being a pro-hero to a different career that was deemed less reliable than your previous choice. It was in your best interest that you stayed with him to avoid the awful gossip in town.

When you haven't been in a situation like yours with an inconsiderate lover, it's hard to understand why you stayed as long as you did. Consequently from being his friend for so long and dating him for years meant he knew the sort of things to target your psyche. To reinforce the pressures you had of making your family look good, mixed with the hidden fears of the burden of following the footsteps of your successful siblings as well.

It was a lot to take in and it wasn't long before you gave in. You just wanted him to be who he was again. The stress only grew older with you and the more time that passed had a looming connotation that the older you got the more undesirable and unfit you are to find another relationship. Even past that, you gave so many years to him. You were a virgin when you two had met, and he had already been around. He knew how to kiss you right, he memorized your soft spots and remembered the best ways to make you come undone. He'd expertly sweet talk you after each session, and on days when you were feeling down he would be the first person to show up, usually bearing gifts of some sort coupled with affection. You couldn't understand what had changed. Why did he decide to start treating you like this? You were vulnerable and scared, and nothing like the familiar could ease the fabricated feeling of comfort.

You thought that having his child would finally fix things but you were so wrong. So very, very wrong. After your first semester in the pregnancy, you had heard talk about people seeing your supposed boyfriend—the father of the child you were soon to birth—with other women. Of course, you didn't believe it, and you refused to listen when your friends tried to tell you. In this stage, you were mostly shut in, as this was taught to be the best preparation for giving birth. You couldn't fathom the fact he would stoop so low. He had his low moments, but not like this. He would never.

He had disconnected you from everyone who had truly cared for you and even convinced your family that you were safe and protected with him. It wasn't until one evening when he had the gall to meet one of his mistresses outside of your house is when you realized it was all true, but it was all too late.

You were an emotional wreck for days. You had hit your lowest and it didn't help that your delivery date was getting closer every day that passed. You'd weep to yourself when you were sure he wasn't around and soon enough the house that you had (forced) yourself to love had once again become a prison. A night when you were tired of the pain is when you decided to reach out to your friends and family again. It was a shameless plea for help and you didn't care how desperate you looked and you wanted out. At first, your parents weren't supportive of the fact that you wanted to leave the man but you didn't care. You wanted to leave everything behind and not give this horrible chapter in your life a look back ever again. With enough talking and white lies, you were able to make a workaround to at least get back up on your feet after your delivery.

The delivery of your daughter, Niyuki, was thankfully a smooth one. Not at all enjoyable but very few complications came along the way when the time came. You had made a deal with your parents that you would stay with them so you could comfortably recover from the delivery whilst being able to safely be under their vision when your ex and his in-laws would come over. Your friends started to visit when you were healing more and had even convinced you to go out with them which you hadn't done for over a year. You were utterly scared as you had missed such a large chunk of socialization that even you didn't think you could do it. But once the night started, you didn't want to go back.

One night out became two, then three, four, five, and so on. The time you were home lessened and it didn't help that your friends were more than willing to let you take refuge at their homes. It wasn't like you were going crazy but the high that you got from drinking and even sometimes having flings became addicting and it felt satisfactory in the way you felt autonomy over your body once again.

You'd ignore the calls from your parents and family including your in-laws, especially any communication from your ex. You had ghosted the situation. The most emotionally taxing period of your life was now being forcefully ignored. You'd spend your time if not partying, then out clubbing. Even when you weren't out on benders, you'd stay up all night and indulge in the fact you were being taken care of by friends. And while you deeply appreciated their hospitality, it was also a double-edged sword. You had dropped out of college, you were no longer reliable and the flings and high feelings were no longer distracting you from the fact that you had some serious issues to deal with.

It got to a point where you'd lay in whoever's spare room and drown in thoughts about the situation you were in. A year before then, you had been stuck with your ex, and somehow a year and a half later you had no idea what that situation was like in that home.

Anxiety and suffocating emotions would swallow you often as the memories of your toxic and abusive ex would soon follow the baby girl you had given birth to. Niyuki. You'd remember her smile, the way she giggled, and how active she was. Although you had only spent about a few months or so with her, you'd remember her bright smile. You'd remember the way her eyes shone when she looked at new things or heard new words—how her face always lit up when she heard your voice, felt your presence, or saw your face. The emptiness without her would eat at you and it was time to forcefully welcome a new cycle of you falling into a depression once again.

At this point, you had lost your job, didn't have any urge to pick up any new hobbies or skills and you'd lay in bed all day. Going out until early mornings trying to ignore the fact that you weren't happy in your current state no longer worked anymore. It was a draining process to get back up but you were willing to give your life a go again. You started looking for jobs that hopefully had good pay and were willing to hire someone with this big of a time gap in their resume. While still couch hopping, you still had places to stay so fortunately you didn't need to worry about that.

When you eventually came around to wanting to be in Niyuki's life again, it was too late. Of course, when you had finally decided to start to better yourself and the suffocating feeling of postpartum had slowly dwindled over time, he was there to make sure that you couldn't take control back of your life. Your ex had found out why you had been gone for so long and eventually had things filed so that he would have sole custody. It seemed as though no matter what you did, he was always ten steps ahead of you. And this time you knew that your support from your family was even less than before.

He had swindled the courts and your families to the point that he painted you as a deadbeat and to the courts, it didn't seem as though there was any evidence to contradict that. Eventually, as you went through counseling and legal support were you able to at least gain visitation, an absence of early childhood not being any signs or indicators that you were unfit to see your own daughter.

It was humiliating settling back into your life and getting back up on your feet. Your parents demanded that you would stay with them as a reassurance that you were serious about getting your shit together and you didn't want to argue. Although with their calloused nature sometimes, they did take care of you well. You couldn't tell what they were thinking but they treated you as gently as they could. Even your family members would come and help out from time to time and it made your recovery better. As stated by the courts, as long as the grandparents (either your parents or in-laws) were there to supervise, a social worker, or the dreaded last option, your ex, was there you would be able to spend time with your daughter.

Months would pass and soon years would follow. When you had shown no signs of negligence or malice occurring in your visits, the judge allowed that you didn't need supervision. Your ex protested but it went unheard. Plus your willingness to get your life together showed your dedication so it was a blessing that you were able to get back to a somewhat decent and regular life despite what has happened. Of course the label that had been placed on you wasn't fully gone, but you were at least able to see your own daughter again.

Which is why you deeply cherish moments like this. After inspections at your apartment, the courts approved that your daughter has now been allowed to stay a few days at your place, and this weekend she was scheduled to stay with you. She would get dropped off by him on Thursdays after school, but you limited the talk to only what was important. Usually, on the first day you get her for the week, you do something with her that she's been wanting to do. As much as you wanted to do it right away, you did make sure her homework was done (she would do it at school just so she could spend more time with you though). Despite her determination, you would still check her work and teach her the things she got wrong much to her dismay. You'd make sure you're on time to drop her off to her evening classes and still wake up early to cook her breakfast every Friday morning. Then you'd drop her off and then pick her up at the end of the day seeing as she had no evening classes on weekends.

"We're here, we're here!" Niyuki cheered, the sweet but mischievous smile never leaving her face when around you.

"It's so pretty out! Wanna get some ice cream, Niyuki?"

"Yes, please!"

After you park your car you hop out and help her out of her seat, holding out your hand for her to take as she knows the routine already. Niyuki admires the familiar park although she has been to numerous times. The way she gazes at everything looks as though this is her first time seeing the place, and this kind of wonder behind her eyes isn't unique to this particular place. No matter how many times she has been somewhere or seen something, her eyes always shine with curiosity and wonder. You can't help but watch her with a faint smile, never wanting to forget what her face looks like ever again.

"Which ice cream do you want, Niyuki?" You ask once you two reach the truck, an assortment of colorful ice cream pictures is decorated on the side of the vehicle.

"Hmm…." Niyuki thoughtfully hums. She raises her free hand to comically tap on her chin as she thinks, the gesture urging a laugh from both you and the ice cream salesman. "Can I have the one with the," She leans closer and points to it, "SpongeBob with the bubblegum, please!"

You think to yourself as you settle for something that's to your tastes, relaying your order to him and searching for your wallet to pay for the cold, sweet treats.

You look over at the man and he nods before leaving to the back, "Coming right up."

In no time at all you two are grabbing ice cream and heading to the playscape. Today was a bit hotter than what you were both expecting so you made a challenge that whoever was able to eat their ice cream without being messy gets to go to bed late tonight. You knew you'd win but it was still amusing to challenge her as her bright spirit came along with a competitive one.

In the midst of you two finishing up your ice cream, a younger but familiar voice calls out to your daughter. You look around confused before spotting a younger girl running towards Niyuki and then engulfing her in a bear hug.

"Mizuki!" Your daughter squeals as they both tightly embrace, her popsicle long forgotten now.

"I didn't know you were coming to the park today!" Mizuki said as she pulled away, still holding onto her best friend. Their bond started from the mere fact that their names sounded similar.

"Yeah, my mommy brought me!" Niyuki pulls away to pull at your dress.

"My dad brought me as a surprise, so I guess it's okay we didn't know!"

The two of them were pretty endearing you couldn't lie. They had been to the same Pre-K together before attending elementary together.

So far you had only met her mother and she was pretty kind. You only knew so much about her though and to your knowledge, she is happily engaged at this point. You two would talk often when the two played, often sharing play dates when it was your turn to have Niyuki on the weekends. That's how Niyuki and Mizuki were able to twin, have sleepovers, etc. While having other friends at school, those two were joined at the hip.

That's why you were utterly confused to hear about her father.

You knew nothing about him except for the fact that he and Mizuki's mother mutually decided that things just weren't working out. It's not like she knew much about your ex either. It seemed as though the separation of parents helped bond the two kids, but you felt saddened at how completely different the two situations were. You sometimes worried if Niyuki was embarrassed by this knowing it wasn't always easy at school due to the teasing.

"Mizuki!" A deeper voice calls out to the young girl. With the young girl's name being called, she turns around and excitedly waves him over. You pause in your tracks as you take him in.

Ashy blonde hair that resembles an explosion sits at the top of his head smothered in appearance by his hat, while his eyes are also covered by a pair of what appeared to be designer sunglasses. He sported a relaxed fit, a gray tank top with a light mesh patterned throw-over that did nothing but tease the muscles underneath the cloth, the colors on it being black and white. The look is finished off with black baggy pants and some boots. You could tell he was attractive even without the cover-up. As you finish up the assessment of your daughter's friend's (hot) dad, it occurs to you the fact that he had sunglasses on doesn't hide the fact that you were totally just checking him out.

"Mizuki, I told you to stop running off like that." He grabs the young girl and gives her a playful nuggy.

"Sorry Daddy!" Mizuki giggles and slips away from him and runs to hide behind you instead, your daughter following. They both peek from behind you, and you have no other choice but to introduce yourself.

"Hi, you're Mizuki's dad, I'm guessing? I'm Y/N, Niyuki's mom." You smile warmly.

He nods at your assumption, his expression still the same as before. "Katsuki, it's great to finally meet the mother of this other troublemaker's friend." He playfully steps in Mizuki's direction and she immediately runs to your other side, giggling.

Something about him was eerily familiar. You couldn't place your finger on it, but you simply chalked it up to the fact you have probably seen him in passing at a few of their birthday parties or so. But something about that didn't feel right… Either way, you ignore it. It wasn't a bad feeling but the fact you couldn't place your finger on it would later down the road bug you. You decide to ask instead.

"Have I seen you—"

"Daddy, can we go to Niyuki's house to watch movies now?" Mizuki cuts you off in the middle of your question, undoubtedly earning a glare from her father.

"Mizuki, what'd I tell you about interrupting people when they talk?" Bakugo lifts his sunglasses this time, his gaze revealing he was solely looking at her.

She pouts using you as a shield once again before tugging on your clothes. "Sorry oba-san…" Mizuki says with one of the deadliest puppy faces you've ever seen. There was no doubt she was one of the cutest 6-year-olds you have ever seen. How could you be annoyed with a look like that?

"It's okay, Mizuki. What were you asking?" You ask them and turn better, bending down a bit to be at both of the girl's levels.

"Can we please watch movies in Niyuki's playroom? Pleeaaseeee?" Mizuki asks and your daughter steps up to beg as well.

"Please, Mommy!! We'll be good too!" Niyuki reasons.

"I'm not sure, ladies…" You trail off as you consider that maybe Katsuki himself probably planned out for the afternoon and didn't want to forcefully make him commit to an impromptu earlier playdate.

"It's alright." Katsuki pipes up and you three look back at him. He lightly shrugs and answers as if he could read your mind, "We were going to play it by ear for the rest of the day anyways."

The two children couldn't quite comprehend the second bit of what he said, but they did understand that it was a yes from what he said in the beginning. They gleefully look at you and start tugging and hugging at you.

"Please, Mommmyyy!" Niyuki pleads, now joining in on giving you a hard to disapprove of puppy look as well.

You lightly laugh and nod your head, finally pulling them in for a proper hug and then giving them a tickle to fend off their offensive stance. "Okay, okay! We can do the movie night! But I want you two to at least spend an hour or so here before agreeing to let you two be cooped up inside for the night."

"Okay!" They exclaim in unison. The moment they break free of your grasp is when they run to the playscape. You sigh as you stand up and give Katsuki a soft smile before properly sitting down on one of the benches. He's close second to following your lead, you both now watching as the two girls play with each other as well as other kids. It seemed most parents decided today was a great day to let their kids out. Mostly because it would tire them out for the night which was a plus.

"I wasn't expecting Niyuki's mother to be so beautiful," Katsuki randomly says, cutting the silence. You look at him with a surprised look on your face, a blush starting to rise on your complexion.

"I could say the same for Mizuki's father." You bashfully laugh and un-subconsciously move to adjust your clothes. Admittedly you were not as designer dressed as he was, nor were you in your best fit. One thing to notice other than his attractiveness is that he has impeccable style. Something that shocked you a little since men in their 20s (especially with kids) don't seem to care too much these days. It wouldn't shock you if he had some sort of unconventional job.

He turns to you when you respond, a teasing smirk now dawning on his face. You don't miss the look-over he gives you and you're sure that he wasn't trying to hide it either. "You know they'll be all tired before they reach halfway through the first movie…"

"That is true…" You play into his words as you look forward instead. You feel your heart start to race when he rests his arm on the back of the bench behind you. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the cloth and welcome it. The weather was too hot but his touch was something you were starting to get curious about. "I guess that'll just leave us two to relax then."

"I could help you with that, I'm a pro at saving people."

You hum at his words, "You're a chivalrous man, that's uncommon these days," a teasing smile to rival him now finds its way on your face. "What else are you good at, Katsuki?"

"I'm also really good with my hands." Katsuki humors you, his hand shifting near your shoulder where his arm lay. "Pretty strong too."

"Ah, so those muscles aren't just for show?" Feeling bold, you reach to rest your hand on his thigh, his muscles immediately flexing under your touch.

He leans in closer to whisper in your ear as he answers, his hand now resting lightly on your shoulder. "I gotta make sure I'm always in shape to save beautiful women like you."

A buzzing near your touch catches you off guard as you try to not completely fold at his words. A catchy ringtone soon follows the buzzing and it's now apparent that what you were feeling was his phone. He pulls away with a huff and pulls out his phone, excusing himself as he answers it.

You exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding in as he leaves. You can't remember the last time you had talked to a male, much less flirted. Most of your days surrounded working and finishing up school as you wanted nothing but the best for your kid. You didn't go out often anymore, and if you did, you only stuck around with your friends. You couldn't complain but feeling so affected like this was starting to make you feel nervous, almost like when you had got back out into the dating world the first time. You tried not to think about those thoughts.

Now, you were back to watching the girls again and they seemed to be having a blast. The day's heat didn't phase them at all and they played to their heart's content. It seemed as though they were playing cops & robbers with the other kids, and honestly, you didn't care what they were doing as long as they were being safe. The good thing about the friendship between the two was that they always looked out for each other; never mind the fact that their circumstances brought them closer together.

Even with how hard you've been trying to do this mother thing, inescapable thoughts always plagued your mind. Mainly about the fact if your daughter truly wanted to stay with you. This whole arrangement of only getting to see your child three days a week has been going on for about a year and some change now. You know that it'd be too early for her to get "tired" of you, but you can't help the fear of her getting sick of you. One thing was for certain is that you definitely are not as well off as her father although you did make sure to pick up extra shifts when you wanted to get her something real nice.

However, your moment of contemplation comes to an end when two girls come barreling towards you, their approaching giggles making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Mommy!"

"Yes?" Your eyes refocus and you smile softly at the two girls, their wild energy showing how much they truly were out there on the playground having fun.

"Can we have some ice cream please!" Mizuki asks, tugging your arm.

"Please, please, please, PLEASEEE!" Niyuki begs.

You gape a bit overwhelmed at the two young energies, trying to reason with yourself as Niyuki had already gotten ice cream prior. You were sure her best friend did as you knew that both her parents loved to spoil her—even before you had an introduction to Katsuki. It was a hot day and you didn't seem to mind, you were getting pretty hot as well…

"... Okay, but that's the last before we head home! When you finish, that's enough park time."

Your answer is to their standards as they both shower you with affection to thank you for caving into their cuteness. You roll your eyes but the smile doesn’t disappear as you keep an eye on them as they wander to the truck.

"Sorry 'bout that," The new but familiar voice calls out as he walks up to you. "Important business and shit."

Your brows raise at the casual curse and laugh a little, folding your arms as you look up at him. "No problem, but I did tell them that we will be leaving as soon as they finish their ice cream." You inform, nodding your head towards their direction as you keep an eye out for them.

"Great timing, I was about to talk to you about that."

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The two girls were happier than ever riding together back to your apartment. They sang along to their favorite songs, played I Spy, and talked about all sorts of things you expect from children. It's easier to tune them out when you're around them long enough.

Their excitement continued when you got to your home. As soon as you reached your unit the two beelined to the kitchen after dropping their shoes and bags at the door. And yes, you guessed it, they had matching pairs too. Niyuki knew to go to the kitchen first thing though as she knew you would make something in the meantime before the movie started.

"You two know the rules! Stay near the island to avoid getting bit by sharks!" You called out to them as you fixed up the entryway. You listen out to hear them, still hearing them squeal and toy around in there. You slip off your shoes, adding them to the rest of the shoes before lazily pulling on your house slippers. "The sharks are coming in five… four… three…!" Your warning does the trick as by the time you reach the kitchen they're both sitting in their respective seats and both looking mischievous and peeking at you behind their hands. You make a show of surveying the room as if you can't see where they are and the girls are now "safe" for following your directions. "It seems as though the sharks are clear!"

They celebrate the win, now eager to watch you work your magic.

You three had a fun time as you tried your best to make sure they were safe (the entire time you were internally panicking to make sure everything was okay). Niyuki liked watching you cook and you were more than happy to help her learn as well as do some hands-on stuff. It was only natural that her best friend would follow suit in her curiosity. Niyuki's sole enjoyment of watching you cook is what encourages you to do it more often and get better at it too.

Now there was an assortment of snacks aside from their main meal. It was true that you spoiled her a wee bit when she was with you, but you couldn't help it. Niyuki was your everything and when times were needed you were able to say no.

Once you set up their bowls with their food, the doorbell rings. You figured it was the man who would make another appearance for the night.

"Alright girls, bring your food to the room." You command and watch them leave before making it out into the hallway, finally answering the door when they are both in the designated room. "Katsuki!" You smile and open the door wider.

The blonde-haired male grins at you and holds up the childishly bright bags for Mizuki. "Sorry for taking so long. This should be everything." You nod and reach for it, his actions making you pause as he pulls it a bit towards him as if to hold it from you. "Is it alright if I see Mizuki before I leave?"

You feel your skin flush in embarrassment, hastily stepping to the side and opening the door more to let him in. "I-I am so sorry! Of course, you can," You close the door and lock it behind him when he finally steps in and gets his shoes off. He doesn't need much introduction when two heads pop out from the doorway of the playroom, one squealing in excitement as she runs up to her father to hug him.

"Daddy you're here!" Mizuki exclaims and pulls him in the direction of the room. "Come look at Niyuki's playroom!"

"I'm not sure--"

"No, no it's okay! Let me clean up the kitchen in the meantime." You smile as the three make their way to the room.

Sticking to your word, you waste no time cleaning up. You have a slight hum as you move around the kitchen, appreciating how well today has gone so far. You even met your daughter's best friend, hot dad… who would've thunk? You bite your lip to suppress a giggle that threatens to escape you, a giddy smile still on your face. Gosh, when was the last time you ever found someone attractive? It felt like forever since you've been focusing on parenting, school, and not to mention having a job.

You think about how well the man dressed and how good he smelled. You had to hand it to him, he was really put together and you could see why Mizuki's mother let him in the first place. He didn't seem too bad personality-wise either. Katsuki was the right amount of cheeky and arrogant that was the complete opposite of your ex. It didn't help that his well-defined muscles and physique showed with his great fashion taste. Luckily for you though, Katsuki felt the same way about you.

When he had first seen you, there was no mistaking in the way he immediately found you attractive. Dressed in your form-fitting sundress surely accentuates everything about your womanly body. The way the cloth hung to your mounds and all the beautiful parts of your limbs. But unlike you, he was able to hide how much he was checking you out. Except while indoors he no longer needed sunglasses and he was sure you were feeling the same way about him.

Katsuki's eyes are trained on your butt as you flawlessly move around, the color of your dress perfectly folding around the two globes of your ass as you move. He leans against the doorway once he finally looks up at the back of your head, crossing his arms. "Hey," Katsuki's voice calls out to you. You whip your head around to look at him, eyes enraptured with how attractive the young man is. "Sorry for the weird behavior earlier at the park…"

"It's okay! Really. Stuff comes up sometimes, glad that you were able to get it settled." You turn off the sink and dry your hands, turning to face him as you place the towel on the island in front of you. You don't miss the way his eyes drag down to check out your body.

"The girls will probably knock before they even finish halfway through the movie," Katsuki predicts, his eyes predatory when he looks up at you. "could make it up to you while they're busy."

You shy as you two make proper eye contact. "How could you possibly make it up to me?" You bat your lashes at him, a faint blush heating your skin at the implications of his offer.

An attractive grin spreads across his lips as he pushes off your doorway. "I could show you but it's better if we do it somewhere private."

It takes everything in you to hide the chill that runs up your spine at how he easily toyed with ideas without being so vulgar with it. As if your body is moving on its own, you walk towards him and flash a smile that has equal parts of mischief and seduction.

"I'm interested."

As soon as that door closes behind you two, there is no denying the tension that fills the room. His lips are soft and hot against yours and the feeling has your body tingling. His heavy and calloused hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you closer to his chest, your hands placing themselves on his biceps to try and steady yourself against him. Katsuki hums in satisfaction, tasting your sweet lip gloss on his mouth, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip to ask for more. You willingly comply and open your mouth although timid about the experience.

You were feeling fresh in the kitchen but now that you two were getting down to it, you were starting to feel shy again. Up until now, it had practically been years since you dated a man, much less kissed or hooked up with one. There was no denying that you were attracted to this man but your mind was starting to cloud with doubts that you wish would just go away. You try to ignore it erstwhile you feel his strong hands slip down to grab your rump through the beloved sundress you wore today.

You softly groan in the kiss as he pulls away, eyes with innocent determination to see this through. His eyes are hot on you and it takes everything in you not to look away. He walks you to your bed, instantly getting on top of you once he has you adjusted to his liking. In a hurry, you move to untie one of the straps on your shoulder, his heavy hand stopping you as he leans into your ear to convey his true thoughts

"'Gonna fuck you in this dress, princess," Katsuki smirks down at you when he pulls away and stands up properly. He tugs you towards the edge of the bed so that your legs hang off the edge, his hands on your hips. He leans down to give your lips a chaste kiss before spreading your legs and kneeling between them. Katsuki's hands softly grip your ankles, the tips of his fingers disappearing at the hem of your dress. His hands slowly drag the fabric up, his hot lips that were once on yours now kissing their way up on your left leg as took his time exposing his skin. "Keep looking at me, baby." Katsuki directs when you lose eye contact with him as he finally meets your inner thigh, his teeth giving the plush skin a teasing bite. You softly whimper, the apparent wet spot on your panties deepening.

He groans at your scent and slightly pulls away to look at your cunt, his hands now placed on the back of your thighs and pressing it to your body. He takes his knuckle to rub up against your labia, adding more pressure once he reaches the top of your cunt to play with your clit. You wantonly moan as he continues to rub at your clit, the fabric of your panties creating a friction that was heavenly but frustrating you greatly. You needed to feel his fingers on you and this wasn't cutting it.

"Katsuki," You breathe out, hips bucking into his handling. He simply hums at you calling out his name, his rubbing slowing down as his gaze now has a teasing glint to it. "N-Need more, please, Katsuki," There's a whimper in your voice, only barely hinting at the desperation that this man can stir inside you.

"More've what?" Katsuki grins at how flushed your expression is, your face dreamy as ever.

"Fingers, need them." You manage to prop yourself up on your elbow as the other reaches down to tug at the panties on your hip. Katsuki snickers at your impatience, his thumb pulling aside your panties to expose your soaked cunt to him. He gives you one last kiss on your inner thigh before he wordlessly dives in.

Katsuki applies his tongue flat against your cunt and gives you a long stripe up until it reaches your clit, just like what he had done with his knuckle moments ago. A breathless moan escapes your lips as he starts to swirl his tongue against the erect bud, his textured and wet muscle taking pride in its work. He closes his mouth around your cunt, leaning more to taste more of the slick that your cunny produces. The vibrations of him moaning from the taste makes you shiver, this feeling of having your cunt licked like this felt so familiar but foreign at the same time. His eyes stay glued to you as he pleasures you, finding everything you do so damn attractive to look at.

Lapping a bit more he pulls away and spits on your cunt using his fingers to lube you up more. He wraps one of his arms around your thigh and holds it to his shoulder, holding you in place as he finally inserts two thick fingers into your cunt. Soon enough, his mouth is back into your count, the tip of his tongue playing with the sensitive bud at the top of your pussy.

The sounds grow increasingly more obscene as he shamelessly laps at your cunt and works his fingers into you. His digits curl to find your g-spot, softly teasing the spot and eliciting more volume from you. You quickly try to hold back how loud you are, walls clenching around his fingers at how good it feels. You bite your lip and suppress a loud groan from slipping out, hips attempting to pull back with no use. Katsuki keeps you locked in close to him and ups the ante by using the tips of your fingers to continue to stroke at the sensitive spot of your g-spot. His tongue now applies more pressure to your clit to bring you further.

"'Suki--" You call out, your hand coming down to grip and tug at his hair. Shivers rack through your body as a long and drawn-out orgasm hits you, his movements aiding to help you bring you down from it. He pulls his fingers out and presses his tongue flat against your cunt to clean up the mess between your legs. You move your hips back in protest and he loosens his grip to let you do so.

You watch with bated breath as he starts to unbuckle his pants, your eyes glued to what is soon to be revealed. Katsuki's movements to get his garment removed are so fluid that you almost miss it when he pulls the condom out from his back pocket. He tears open the soft foil with his teeth and applies the slippery protection onto his hard cock. You instinctively open your legs when he draws closer, a soft mewl leaving your lips when he aligns his tip to your opening.

"You good?" Katsuki softly asks, his other hand holding your thigh open, thumb rubbing your thigh as he awaits your answer. You nod your head and grind your hips against his tip, hand coming up to pull him closer to you as you answer.

"Give it to me, Katsuki."

The man grins at your plea and lays you on your side, choosing to slowly sink himself into you from your approval. The obscene moan you let out gets covered up by Katsuki's lips finding itself upon yours again, happily taking in your willful noises. At first, he takes long and drawn thrusts, trying to accommodate his size for your comfort. This position allows no remorse and you already knew what you were in for when he put you in it. When you two separate from the kiss, his lips are quick to find your neck, his hands now respectively on your ass and thigh to hold you in place. Amid a deeper thrust, he gives an equally rough bite, the force making you moan. You relax your leg more to allow him to hold you better, him taking your actions as the go-ahead to pick finally pick up the pace.

You feel as though you are on cloud nine with his wet kisses and teasing bites covering your neck, his thrusts and handling furthering your ecstasy. His skin smacks against yours as he starts to get rougher with his thrusts, hands gripping you tighter too. You grip at the sheets below you and tilt your head back, mouth agape as you so desperately try to keep up with him. He gives your ass a spank when he feels your pussy clench around him, an animalistic growl coming from him as he repeats this. He pulls away from your half-covered chest and glares at the top of your dress, now getting annoyed at the article of clothing.

Katsuki doesn't slow his hips for a second as he more than easily rips open the top of your dress and earns a discontent whine from you that gets forgotten when he presses a bit deeper into your cunt. His lips press themselves to your newly exposed skin, his tongue happily taking in one of your nipples to suckle and nibble on. There's no mistaking that he's having free reign in the marks on your skin but you're too wrapped on how everything feels to care. An expletive leaves your mouth in a string of whispers when he angles his hips to hit your g-spot, prompting you to reach down and rub your clit for more stimulation.

"Fuck," Katsuki cusses under his breath as he leans up to watch you take his cock, nails digging into your skin and enjoying the way your pussy envelopes his cock. Not to mention the hot visual of you playing with yourself furthering his contentment. He lifts your leg a bit under your knee and quickens his pace. He watches with hungry eyes as your tits bounce at the force, a pretty face to match and his marks all over your body's skin. He groans as his thrusts start to feel heavier, his orgasm impending. He nearly loses it when you grind back against him to chase your release.

There was an air of innocence that surrounded you but everything you did said otherwise. Katsuki simply couldn't get enough of you and he simply didn't want to. Fuck, he wasn't expecting his daughter's best friend mom to be super hot and sweet.

"C-Cunming…!" You mewl, brows scrunch in concentration as you finish off on his cock. His swift thrusts help in coaxing it out of you, slick dripping from your cunt and messy-ing up your inner thighs. He swoops down to give you an open kiss, tongue pressed against yours haughtily as he follows your climax with his own after a few more pumps.

After a few lazy and exchanged kisses he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two. You laugh a little as you wipe the remnants away. "That's the best I've had in a long time." You jokingly cut the silence, a chuckle from him following.

"Could say the same." He softly grunts, pulling out from you, and gently places your legs down. He effortlessly picks you up and rests you further on the bed where your legs can find refuge on the plush mattress. "You okay, need me to get anything?"

The first question confuses you. To your recollection, you had never been asked that before. Not after sex when the deed has already been done and the willing participant has already had their fill. A pang of displaced emotions starts to wrack up inside you, a nervous laugh coming from you when you realize that you spaced out trying to conceptualize what you had just been innocently asked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good! Thanks for asking," You smile sweetly and the cute expression earns a pat on the cheek from him. Shamelessly, the gesture shot a jolt of arousal straight to your core.

"You got a bathroom around here?"

Following Katsuki's departure leaves you in silence. There was a feeling of dissonance that you couldn't really place your finger on and the fact it was all coming together was undoubtedly giving you the worst post-nut clarity ever. You didn't regret having sex Katsuki, that wasn't the case, but how not sleazy he was certainly opened up your eyes. The male decency that you have been robbed of for so long was finally starting to settle and you didn't like the feeling one bit. Tears start to burn in your eyes and you desperately try to wipe them away the longer you sit in your thoughts.

Fortunately for you though, the doorbell sounds repeatedly which slowly brings you back to the present. Your once feelings of despair and disgust are now turning into annoyance. You take your time slinking out of your bed, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and huff at how disheveled you looked. The dress that you've been dying to wear was now torn and stretched, the condition bringing a pout to your face.

You undress fully and grab one of your robes to cover yourself up with, the piece is a bit scandalous but covering you well. You quietly make your way down the hall to not wake up the two girls (if they were awake they definitely would've interrupted you and Katsuki) and finally make it to the door. You peer into the peephole and softly gasp at the person behind the door. The doorbell starts to buzz loudly again and you angrily fumble to unlock your door, it now also occurs to you that the noise could be disturbing the two young girls' sleep.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You greet your ex with much-deserved hostility.

Shindo simply rolls his eyes at your annoyance and crosses his arms as if it were your fault for his impatience. "I called and texted you multiple times. I'm here to pick up Niyuki."

You openly scoff at his demand, standing taller at his attempt at showing his dominance. You mirror his actions and cross your arms too.

"She's staying with me for the weekend. Why are you here?"

Your ex mockingly scoffs at you questioning him, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.

"I need to explain why I want my daughter to be with me? You know, the parent who never neglected her once in her entire life." Shindo looks you up and down, openly grimacing at how fucked out you look. "You can't even control yourself, you have no shame, do you?"

As much as you try to keep up the strong facade, there is no denying the tightening in your chest. You don't want to admit it but his words hurt you deeply. His toxic words were starting to feel all too familiar and your body was starting to shut down.

"The agreement was that she would stay the weekend with me. Niyuki's having a sleepover with her friend, there's no point of you coming here."

"Do you think I fucking care about a "sleepover" when her mother is busy being a tramp when she's distracted?" He shamelessly accuses and shifts his expression to one of fake pity and concern. "Do you think you deserve her, hm? I mean look at you, running around and can't even stay committed to us even when I've tried."

"Watch how you fuckin' talk to her, asshole."

A voice filled with just as much disdain comes from behind you, the sheer amount of aggression battling Shindo's. You immediately turn to look at him, mind moving faster than your body in your shocked state.

"I'm sorry, who the fuck are you exactly?" Shindo tilts his head and reaches out to push the door further to reveal who the man is. He freezes when a blonde and spiked hair catches his eyes first, his mockery of emotions from earlier now turning into real anger and a hint of fear. "Bakugo-?!"

Katsuki grabs the edge of the door and pulls it open wider to allow him more space to pass, making sure not to harm you as he gets between you and your toxic ex. "You wanna repeat that, dickhead?" He fists up his shirt and backs him away from the door. "Is that how a hero treats a woman, eh?"

Shindo curses under his breath, fighting against him. The mach attitudes between the two start to boil over as it's obvious that they have met prior. When it escalates to more than words, you start getting a bit fearful. A more aggressive push from Katsuki prompts you to call out for them to stop. One thing about your ex is that he hated being out matched and there was no denying that Katsuki seemed like the type of guy to beat that out of him. It wasn't until their exchange seemed to elevate in volume and another light next door turned on. You plead for them to stop again, your hand lightly tugging at Katsuki's arm although knowing your touch wouldn't be able to do shit against a muscled man like him. Eventually they do stop on Katsuki's accord, both breathing heavily as they stare down at each other. Your ex aggressively scoffs and shoves Katsuki away from him as he looks between you two, gathering himself.

"Have fun with the little gold digger, Dynamight," Shindo says lowly and bumps shoulders with Katsuki as he leaves.

A heavy silence is left in his wake between you and Katsuki. You tiredly rub your face and breathe out a sigh, the exhale soon turning into a dry sob. Katsuki fidgets awkwardly before reaching out to you and pulling you close, letting you rest your forehead on his chest.

"Fuck, he stresses me out," You mumble against his tank, wiping away your tears. "I'm sorry you had to witness that…"

"Hey, he's fuckin' douchebag, alright? Who gives a fuck what he thinks." Katsuki pills away a bit to cup your chin and forces you to look up at him, the gesture warming your cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up and you can rant about whatever the fuck you want, it's getting cold." He holds the collar of your robe and gives it a playful tug. You softly nod your head then lead him inside.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had only been two days since you had first met and slept with Katsuki and the smile on your face never seemed to disappear.

Thinking about the man easily brought butterflies to your chest, memories of you two keeping you on cloud nine. After you two had gone back inside Friday night, he had comforted you in many ways. It felt silly to say it—that the foreign feeling you were getting in your chest only had one name: a crush. Not full-blown but enough that every time you thought about your Friday night—past the awful interaction with your ex-boyfriend—was one of the best times you have ever enjoyed yourself with a man.

Katsuki did listen to you. He cleaned you up, cuddled you, kissed you throughout, and eventually you two even two more rounds. Never had you felt so comfortable, so… domestic. It was evident that your bright attitude was something your daughter noticed too.

"Mommy?" Niyuki calls out from the doorway, successfully gaining your attention.

You press the small bento box you were prepping Mizuki to take home closed, a smile on your face as you welcome your daughter to make her way to you. "What's up, munchkin?"

"I have to tell you something," She tugs at your pajama pants, a look far from playful or childish in her eyes. You feel your heart sink a bit at how serious she is, bending down to get face level with her.

"Niyuki? What's wrong?" You hold her arms and pull her closer to you, trying to keep contact with her as she avoids looking at you.

"I don't want to go to Pa's this week, I want to stay with you."

You're taken back from her confession, unsure of how to process it. "What do you mean, 'Yuki? Don't you want to see daddy-?"

"No, I want to stay with you," Niyuki regains her courage to look up at you, establishing how much she truly feels. "I heard you guys last night. I want to stay with you more. Daddy's house isn't nice, I don't like it there anymore."

"Niyuki, I…" You shamefully look away at the fact she bore witness to that awful exchange last night. You felt awful that she had seen it, much less found out how dysfunctional your relationship is. You pull her in for a hug and nuzzle her hair and she is more than willing to take in your embrace. "I am so sorry you had to see that, baby. Mommy will see what she can do about how you feel being at Daddy's house, okay?" You hold her cheeks in your palms and she nods her head in agreement.

She places a kiss on your cheek and swiftly leaves the kitchen as if the exchange didn't happen, leaving you by yourself in the kitchen. You stare off into the distance at the exchange, not sure what to think or do with yourself. It wasn't until you felt a wet sensation coating your cheeks that you realized you were crying.

Faintly down the hall, you could hear Niyuki nagging at her best friend and the two giggling and playing around as children do. You sit down on the floor and rest against one of the cupboards as your doubts start to ease themselves, everything in your life turning around so fast that it's hard to grasp.

You had thought for the longest time that Niyuki was simply putting up with you. It is no lie Shindo has more resources than you. The money, house, toys, etc. he has everything you don't. He didn't need to work the extra shifts to make sure she had presents for special occasions, he could easily buy the things she needed and wanted. You thought the only things that could make a child satisfied were the things they could see, touch, and have. You didn't think the small things counted, not when you're an adult where a random Friday could have easily been one of her favorite days in her childhood.

You don't bother wiping the tears from your face as you try to pull yourself together, snot and everything clouding your nasal passage. Oddly you felt numb, like the joy you were feeling was foreign. Nothing felt real but you knew you couldn't stay sitting on your kitchen floor silently crying as you desperately tried to register what the hell your body was going through at the moment. You weakly pull yourself up using the counter to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the counter and obnoxiously blow your nose into it. You mumble a few cuss words under your breath as you attempt to freshen up as you try coming down from the emotional rollercoaster of this weekend. As much as you wanted time to process this, doing it in a home with a kid who could barge in at any minute was hard. Especially when there are two.

The doorbell rings and you glance at the time on the stove. It was a bit early for Mizuki's mother to pick her up, but you decided you'd just invite her in until the child was ready to leave.

You lazily walk over to the door and peer into the peephole to double-check, your face twisting into an expression of shock as you pull open the door and wordlessly confront the person on the other side.

"... Do you normally answer the door looking a mess?" Katsuki teases, giving you a look over and lingering at the places he seems to like.

You jokingly nudge him and roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stand a bit taller, feeling your heartbeat pound against your chest. "Haha, very funny." You sniffle and wipe your cheek, the gesture not going unnoticed.

"Did something happen? Did that prick come over and harass you again?" Katsuki grows angrier at the idea, his expression souring.

"No, no, it wasn't that." You quickly ease his concerns and this time remind yourself to look around to make sure there aren't any extra ears before stepping out and closing the door behind you. "This morning, Niyuki told me she wants to stay with me, not just on the weekends." You look up at him finally, your lips immediately curling into a soft smile once you're able to say it out loud.

He grins and pulls you in for a hug, giving you a squeeze when you wrap your arms around his shoulder and squeal. He rocks you back and forth before pulling away while maintaining his hold on your waist. "This shit feels unreal, you know?" You lightly laugh as you look up at him, a radiant smile on your face.

"Her mother is amazing, of course she'd want to stay with you." Katsuki gives your hip a squeeze with his free hand, the action pulling your attention to the solid object digging into your side, the feeling making you look down at his hand.

"Oh," Katsuki steps back and holds up a slim, medium box that had a ribbon tied around it, holding it up for you. "Here."

"For me?"

"Who else, dumbass?"

You snort at his bluntness and shoot him a playful glare as you open the gift. It takes you a few seconds to realize what it is, a gasp following your surprise at the expensive dress, and start to close it back up. "Oh my god, I-I can't have this!"

"Why not? You'll look perfect in it." Katsuki pulls you closer with his hand that was still on your hip, his other landing on your abandoned one. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things."

You playfully push him away and look at the box again before looking up at him. "Seriously, for me?"

"Yes." Katsuki holds your chin up and softly rubs your bottom lip under the pad of his thumb. "And you better get used to it, I'll be buying you a lot of those."

"Why?" You laugh, leaning into him and tilting your head up to challenge him.

"'Cuz I'll be tearing a lot more stuff off of that pretty body of yours," He leans closer to brush his lips against yours with a smirk on his face, "Plus, I need an excuse to see you again."

He seals his promise with a kiss, hands coming up to hold your waist as he presses himself against you.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had been a few months since you and Katsuki had officially started dating. Your mood significantly has changed for the better and made it a lot easier to adjust to having your daughter now finally staying with you instead of her father.

It was hard being able to advocate for yourself but the verdict was in favor since the child should be able to choose where to stay. It did help the fact that your new boyfriend, who you had learned and realized is a top pro-hero in the country, just so happened to bring the best kind of reputation to the courts.

As adults do, you did talk to Mizuki's mother before deciding to fully go through with dating the man. Ultimately it is true that she can't decide what you two do, but you owed it to her for being such a good friend to you and didn't want to step over any toes. She was more than happy to give her blessing and practically threw him over to you, more than happy to let things rest since she is soon to be married anyway.

There was nothing that could prepare you for this turn of events and every day it was easier to wake up feeling happy and blessed. Currently, you just got your culinary degree so that also means one less stress and burden off of your shoulders and another venture soon on the horizon: a head chef.

You just adjusted your graduation gown and looked around for your family, your face immediately lighting up seeing them not too far from where the graduates are exiting. It took almost everything in you not to run in excitement when you were finally able to make it towards them.

"Congratulations, honey!" Your parents are first to engulf you in a hug, the rest of the group close behind. You chuckle as two smaller bodies take your legs, none other than Niyuki and Mizuki claiming each side.

"Congratulations, Mommy!" Niyuki grins up at you.

"Thank you, Niyuki." You lean down to kiss her on the forehead and do the same for Mizuki.

"Do I get a kiss too?"

You look up at the inquisitor, a grin sprouting out on your face as you stand back up. "Of course."

He pulls you in and gives you a kiss, the action getting a mix of responses to the show of affection. Katsuki presents to you a beautifully arranged bouquet along with a promise that there were a lot more gifts back at his place.

Most days in the past you prayed for times like this, but now you were happy you didn't have to anymore.

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[thepaperpanda]

Cure for Cramps || Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), period & period blood, creampie, aged up Bakugo!

Synopsis: A little bit of blood isn't much of a problem for him.

Author: Cass

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Period sex

Masterlist

Bakugo caught you by surprise, wrapping his arms around your waist and locking you against his chest. You could tell he was frustrated after another difficult day at work, not to mention you saw everything on the TV.

"Finally, I'm fucking home," he muttered, nuzzling your shoulder. Bakugo was really pent up and he needed his princess to help him with that.

You stiffened, feeling his hands sneak right under your shirt. "W-Wait, wait, wait, Kats! Not today." Turning in his arms, you gave him an awkward smile as an apology.

Katsuki frowned, looking right at you. "And why the hell is that, huh?"

"Well...," you shrugged. "I am on my period, so we need to wait a few days."

Instead of the pissed-off expression you expected, you saw a wicked smile on his face. "You're kidding me, right? You think I am scared or disgusted by a bit of blood."

You blinked, and suddenly he lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

The next moment, you were placed on the bed with Bakugo hovering over you. He growled softly and kissed you, soon moving his kisses to your neck, then down your chest until he reached your belly, still covered by your shirt.

"Kats... Are you sure about this? Isn't it gross?" you asked, watching him lick his lips while removing his shirt. Like a good girl, you followed, doing exactly the same.

"I don't mind a bit of blood, and I really need you today, princess," he sighed heavily, getting rid of your pants and tossing them over his shoulder. "Besides, I heard it's a good way to help with cramps."

You felt so embarrassed by it and sat up to kiss him deeply as a distraction while you got rid of your panties.

Bakugo took off his pants together with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. "My pretty princess, I missed you so damn much today."

It still felt a little wrong and dirty, but the sight of his cock and the way he flicked your clit quickly made you forget all about this. You simply wanted your man.

He chuckled looking at your already dreamy look as he grasped his cock and slammed into you, groaning from the odd yet pleasurable feeling.

You let out a moan immediately reaching for him.

Katsuki looked between your bodies to the place the two of you were connected, his cock slowly moving in and out of you. Shaft covered in some of your blood; the sight that should disgust some only turned him on even more. He reached for your hands, intervening his fingers with yours and pushing them down to the bed as he started to fuck you even harder.

"F-Fuck... Katsuki! This feels so good," you moaned at the amazing feeling. Your sensitive walls squeezed him so nicely. Even if you felt cramps before you were sure cramps will be no more.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You love when I fuck you like a bloody whore you are, huh?! Say it!”

You whined as his words sent the shiver of emotions down your body, right to your core.

"Look at you. My dirt whole, letting me fuck you just like this. Smearing the blood all over my cock," he taunted, thrusting even harder but soon you could feel those thrusts growing a bit erratic. It was obvious he was close himself. "C'mon. Be a good, dirty whore and cum with me," Bakugo muttered, rubbing your clit.

You whined. His words and cock abusing your sensitive walls pushed you over the edge. You came arching your back as he filled you with his cum. 

"Look at you. Such a messy whore," Katsuki chuckled, pulling out and admiring the mix of fluids dripping out of you.

"I... I should clean up," you gasped while sitting up.

Bakugo only gave you a wicked smile. "I am not done with you yet but I feel generous enough to move this to shower."

And just like this you were taken right to the bathroom. This would be a long night.

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[call-memissbrightside]

Wilting

TW: abuse, NSFW themes, noncon

Your boyfriend was a hero, he was your lover and so many people looked up to him and told you countless times 'Oh aren't you just lucky.'

You don't feel lucky, not when he slaps you so hard that your lip splits and you wonder what excuse you'll tell others when they asked what happened to you.

What happened to you?

Before him, you were lost. Wandering around, not strong enough to be a hero and too dumb to finish college. Maybe that's what intrigued him, what caused him to do a double take at that club you visited to get drunk for the night.

But, what happened? Why did you agree to go home with him? It was too easy for him to catch you, his hands wrapping around your neck a little too tight but he made you cum so much, you thought he was a god. And he was looking at you, someone almost untouchable was giving you time and attention and whispering against your naked skin that he loved you, saying it like a mantra.

I love you

I love you so much

You would blush profusely at his confessions, back when you still had a conscience and wondering if maybe you're falling too fast, too hard.

But you were younger back than, and you didn't know. How could you know? How could you know that when he gets angry, his fist will collide with you and leave you bruised as a reminder not to cross him

He cried the first time he hit you.

You don't even remember what the argument was about. But you remember how much it hurt, and his hands, the same hands that hurt you tried to put you back together even as you flinched away from him. You knew it was stupid to believe him when he said he'd never do it again. But you did, because you loved him and he promised you. But than he did it again, and you stopped hoping he'd change.

The relationship with him was filled with sex and arguments and sloppy apologizes. Back then, you weren't use to the harsh blow of his hands. Now, they're like an old friend. It feels like you're missing something now if he misses a day of hitting you. How sad.

He doesn't cry anymore when he knocks you down, shattering your heart and your face.

He just stands there, a snarl on his face and he doesn't say anything, but you know what he's thinking: stay down. And you do, for him.

One year blurs into three or maybe four, your fragile mind can't keep track anymore.

People don't suspect anything, not his friends nor the friends he makes you leave behind when he moves you into his apartment. They envy you, the stupid girl that somehow won the heart of Japan's great hero.

You lose yourself, just like how you lose blood that trickles from your nose in the bathroom you hide in.

You stop talking, and he doesn't notice because all he cares about is jamming his cock down your throat. You're lost again, but his love and hatred is dragging you down, anchoring you, choking you.

When you were younger, you told yourself that you'd never allow yourself to be someone's punching bag. 'I'll leave, I won't stay,' You use to declare. But now you're in the same situation you thought you'd never be in, and you didn't take into account how hard it would be to even get up after he's pushed you onto the floor, just how heavy his foot feels on your stomach as he kicks you.

"I miss your naive mind,' You cry to your younger self, who is lost behind your black eyes as you stare in your reflection, that little girl too scared to come out and fight because you don't recognize yourself anymore.

You're tired, so tired so you rot day and night and begin hoping that soon, you won't get up.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

His red eyes are on you, his eyebrows pushed together. You realize you've zoned out again, and you wonder if you have a concussion.

The arm that is around your shoulder tightens, and it reminds you of a snake suffocating its prey.

Your jaw aches when you speak, "Was there ever a moment where we were happy?"

You couldn't remember. There were glimpses of late night dancing in the kitchen, laughter echoing in your head when you could laugh around him. Fragments of the beginning of us, when he was shy and observant and held you when you had nightmares. That sweetness that sucked you in had bittered, and now you were wilting.

He tells you that he loves you, but now it's used like a bandaid to put over how he misuses your heart. But the cracks were far too many, and you felt like dying.

Tears gather in your eyes when he doesn't answer, his jaw clenched and he looks away from your despair. He is taking and taking, but is there anything left? Who are you anymore?

"Let me go, let me be happy," You beg, but that only causes him to hold you tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter, refusing to release.

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[ectologia]

love your stuff!! would you be ok with making something about bakugo just being a bully?

HARD TIMES

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, BULLYING, ABUSE, SWEATY ARMPITS, PISS, HUMILIATION, MISOGYNY, SIZE KINK, SIZE DIFFERENCE, CRUEL NICKNAMES, DEGRADATION, OBJECTIFICATION, PROFANITY

“Hey.”

You shuffle down the corridor quicker at the deep, rumbling snarl. Twisting the straps of your bag tighter in your clammy fists as you take long, purposeful strides, almost skipping in your steps.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” A heavy palm lands on your shoulder, squeezing like a python once your back collides with the wall.

Your eyes follow the stocky blonde’s form all the way up his hard chest, chasing to confirm the two crimson rubies placed atop his tanned features like the gems of a crown.

Bakugou juts his chin upwards in an abrasive fashion the moment you whimper under the pressure of his fingertips.

“I didn’t see you in math today.”

You sweep his hand off, shuffling backwards beneath his stoic gaze. “I.. Uhm.. I switched classes..” You mumble, barely coherent under your meek breath.

“Why’s that.”

It’s not a question, nor does he care for an answer.

One thudding foot after another and he’s in your shadow, looming over you like the sun swallowing the moon.

Two thick biceps come to rest by your spinning head, propped against the wall at the perfect angle for the heady stench of his sweaty armpits to suffocate you in the tight space.

“I’m disappointed, I was looking forward to seeing my little cock-sock today.”

You turn, raising a defensive fore-arm. “Please, Bakugou. Not today, I—”

He curls a set of scarred fingers around the flimsy joint, stretching it upwards until he has you pinned like a butterfly, helpless and vulnerable against the wall.

“What’s my name?” He scoffs.

You squeal once the calloused digits tense, popping and rolling your delicate bones in a painful hug.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!”

His fist goes limp once again. “There we go.. stupid bitch.”

The heavy appendage drops back down to his side, as does yours. You rub at the red stripes left across your skin, encouraging the blood to pool back into your veins.

“I ain’t got much time, training’s in 20 minutes.”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up, brows knitted in pardon.

His eyes roll in their sockets. “Get your pussy out, need to fuck something.”

Panic strikes and you’re flinching away.

“Hey, stop acting like such a little victim — just spread ‘em.”

It takes him less than 3 seconds to do it himself. You’re hoisted up onto the window-sill with one large palm splayed across your ass, while the other comes down to paw at the fabric stretched across your chubby mound.

“Thought I told you to stop wearing these shitty shorts under your skirt.”

“I can’t, they’re part of the uniform policy!”

“Blah, blah, bitch.” He tugs at the black spandex. “All I’m hearing is you want your pussy lips burnt off.”

The fibres twang and snap under the crackling heat of his quirk, disconnecting until a grand burning hole is left in the garment.

“Katsuki!”

“That’s me.” He snickers with a toothy grin, pulling away to inspect the tiny slit between your legs.

“Did you get looser?” He cleaves the swollen folds apart, hooking two thumbs around the gooey rim of your pussyhole.

You tuck your chin into your chest, frowning down at his ministrations.

“Only joking babe.” He spanks your clit, chuckling at the way your legs jump. “She’s still good for another fuck or two.”

He wastes no time, pulling the stiff length of his fat dick out to slap against your puffed up pussy.

“Let’s do this quick, yeah? Don’t really wanna be seen piping a loser, no offence.”

You’re swung back and forth by the hinges of your knees with your feet left dangling in the air, clumsily knocking his back with every hop.

His hips clap against the crease of your thighs, pumping in and out of your sloppy cunny as the bulbous head of his cock pokes at your cervix.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Bounce that fat-ass back on me, just like that.” He howls through the thin space of his pursed lips, huffing and puffing as he lifts you up and down on his prick.

“B— Katsuki!”

“Shh, shut up.”

He squeezes your face in between his fingers, smothering your mouth in an attempt to keep your cries to a minimum.

A dewy sheen bubbles along his hairline, darkening the beach blond spikes until the ends droop from the humidity. The way his large frame tips forward to knock his sweaty forehead against yours has you mewling, clawing at his shoulders for stability and some form of comfort as he uses you like his own girlie little flesh-light.

“Mmh.. Fuck on it, fuck on that cock, fuck on that big fat monster cock.”

His rapid thumping slows to a mellow pace as a ponderous expression befalls him. “All this humping’s making me need a piss.”

At this, you yelp. Thrashing around in his arms like a fish out of water.

He takes one step, two steps, towards the window until you’re squashed and squished against the glass.

“Well done piggie. You’ve just been promoted to Katsuki Bakugou’s new toilet.”

The torrid stream has you feeling almost bloated, on the brink of bursting as you’re pumped full off cock and piss, dribbling and squirting out of the tiny seam left in the space that Katsuki has yet to fill. Your toes curl and cripple from the positively sickening warmth of his urine spraying out of your cunt, sloshing around in what you can only assume is your womb.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff…” His ears twitch at the sensation of releasing inside your body.

Your head lounges against your shoulder, floating in and out of consciousness until a stinging smack to your cheek has you shaking yourself awake.

“You passin’ out on me already?” He adjusts his position, bringing your pliable, fucked-out body closer towards his chest.

“I ain’t even cum yet, baby.”

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[zanarkandskylines]

delicate (isn't it?) ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ the three of you passionately spent an entire night together, unable to keep your hands off one another. the next day, things are...different, to say the least. you're nervous about what your "friendship" looks like from here onward.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ hints of past abuse (emotional/physical) in a relationship | fluff & emotional comfort, establishing a relationship ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — takes place after the first night spent in their home. ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3  | wc; ~1.4k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

A soft peck to your forehead stirs you from slumber, fluttering your eyes open to the beautiful blonde before you. You’re about to slur his name in confusion when Bakugo put his finger to his lips, silently telling you to stay quiet. He points behind you to a sleeping Kirishima, blissfully snoring as the sunlight highlighted his features through the sheer curtains of their bedroom.

Bakugo bends over to your face, whispering as quietly as he can manage in your ear, “Makin’ breakfast, I’ll come get ya when it’s done.” He leaves another kiss on the shell of your ear before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

The night’s - ahem, activities - replay in your mind like a pay per view movie. You’d never been touched like that before in your life, desired and worshipped like a goddess gracing their presence. It was the perfect mixture of passion and lust, pure euphoria from start to finish.

Exactly how many times did you cross said finish line?

…You lost count after three.

You had not expected to be waking up in their bed, nestled between the two of them - to have Bakugo making you and Kirishima breakfast in the afterglow of your amorous affair. Had you wished for it? Absolutely! Did you think it would ever come true? Not in your wildest dreams.

It was a silent pining, something you didn’t assume either of them reciprocated. They’d been married for years, how were you to know they’d be open to accepting you into their relationship? It wasn’t something you talked about, it was spontaneous.

Well, you haven’t actually talked about it…yet.

Would it be awkward to bring it up over breakfast? Bakugo didn’t seem phased at all this morning. He’d assumed you’d stay asleep when he kissed your forehead, simply admiring you curled up beside Kirishima. Did he do that because he wanted to? Does he feel obligated because you stayed the night and slept together?

Endless intrusive thoughts are cycling through your head when Kirishima stirs next to you, silencing your inner critic when he throws an arm around your waist, tugging you into his heated body. He nuzzles his nose in your hair from behind, sighing contently.

“Mornin’ darling,” he mumbles, voice groggy with sleep. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You don’t think your cheeks could flush hotter than they are now, especially after the ‘darling’ pet name in his husky ‘just woke up’ voice. Kirishima’s yawning behind you when Bakugo re-appears in the bedroom doorframe.

“Breakfast’s on the table, get your asses down there while it’s hot.” He smiles at the two of you before turning to head back downstairs. Wiggling out of Kirishima’s grasp, you swing your legs to the edge of the bed, the aroma of whatever Bakugo’s made lingering in the air. Kirishima trails behind you lazily as the two of you tread downstairs to the kitchen. Bakugo’s finishing pouring coffee into three mugs as you sit at the table, eyes widening at the buffet he’s managed to prepare in such a short amount of time.

“Holy shit, Katsuki!” you exclaim, blinking dramatically to convince yourself it’s real. “What’s all this for?”

He smirks proudly. “‘s nothin’. I enjoy cooking for people. Usually it’s just Ei, so I might'a overdid it.”

The table is full of options - a full dish of baked eggs, a stack of homemade pancakes, a plate of bacon and sausage links, a bowl of roasted peppers, another plate with cooked salmon, and three small servings of rice.

How long has this man been awake?! It’s only - you take a quick glance over at the stove to confirm the time - 8:15am.

He hands you one of the cups of coffee and ruffles your hair playfully.

“Are ya cold?” Bakugo asks, motioning to your bare legs. “ You can grab a pair of my sweats from upstairs. I tossed your wet clothes into the wash this mornin'.”

You’d forgotten that you’re only wearing one of their t-shirts and underwear. Oops.

“Oh, thank you! I’m alright, it’s warm enough in here,” you say quietly. “But, uh, if you want me to wear pants, I-”

“Oh no, sweetheart, no one said that,” Kirishima chimed in cheekily. He takes a sip of his coffee as your cheeks grow rosy.

The three of you enjoy the breakfast spread in silence. The unknown anxiety in your gut is growing, afraid that this means you've somehow tainted the friendship you've built with them.

"Somethin' wrong?" Bakugo questions, eyes narrowed at your visible worry.

Wow, he catches on quick. You nervously fidget with your shirt, eyes locked onto your plate. "Umm...no? Well, not wrong. I'm just...confused," you begin to say.

Kirishima gently interrupts you by outstretching his hand to your wrist across the table. "Everything's okay!"

"It's...been awhile since I've dated, let alone slept with someone. I don't wanna make this weird."

Bakugo can't help but roll his eyes at your assumption. "It's not weird. We've never done shit like that before, either.”

That makes you feel a touch better, easing your worries enough to continue the conversation.

"Okay, so then...what, uh...what are we?"

Both boys simultaneously roseate as they look at each other, exchanging a silent conversation with their eyes.

"What do you want us to be?" Kirishima proposes, giving you the option of choice. "No pressure at all. It doesn't change a thing."

What exactly did you want? This was a foreign situation - to all three of you, of course - but did you want something more than just friends with benefits? To date them, or keep it at a one night stand with your best friends?

"To be honest, it felt nice to be wanted again. My ex was never...actually, we don't have to talk about that."

The two of them shifted their expressions into concern as you've never mentioned your love life before. Your change in tone hinted that it wasn't a happy experience.

"You don't have to tell us about 'em. It's in the past and that's where it can stay if it's what's best for you."

Bakugo's reassurance makes your heart soar, not expecting such a kind understanding with little insight. Taking your inflection as a clue was more than enough for him to understand the delicate, and potentially painful, memory. You finally look up from your plate and nod in thanks.

"This is different, but it's...comfortable. I don't know what to call it, though.”

“Jus’ keep it simple,” Bakugo asserts, shrugging his shoulders. “We can hook up or date. Or none of the above, once an' done deal.”

Even though his words are bold, his face is redder than the tomatoes in his garden. Kirishima's biting his lip, head turned away from the conversation to hide the heat creeping across his face. It’s honestly adorable how flustered they both are about this - about you.

"We don't need an answer now, either! We can table -," Kirishima begins to explain as you interrupt him.

"I want to be with you two."

Both of them trade stares once more. It was impressive how well they could communicate without words. Bakugo snickers, grin settling on his lips. Kirishima's toothy smile appears when he sees his husband's joy.

"Wanna be our girlfriend?" You can't help but laugh at their dual question, comical how they happened to ask at the same time.

It was an easy answer. "Yes, I'd love that - both of you."

They get up from their seats at the table and rush over to smother you with kisses and hugs, excited for this new stage in your lives. Bakugo halts for a second following the whirlwind of affection, kneeling down to be at eye level with you.

"Fuck whatever his name is and how he treated you, alright? We'll treat ya like the goddess you are."

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes at his words and bite the inside of your cheek, praying they won't fall. All you can respond with is a soft 'mhm.' He brushes your cheek with his thumb, pinching it lightly before returning to his seat.

The silence no longer feels heavy as you finish breakfast, enamored with your newfound relationship. Who would have thought you'd find not one, but two people who want to shower you with love?

Taking that job transfer was the best decision you've ever made.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — the triad is a-go!! 💜🌟 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries ↶ | previous entry (a quiet life) ↷ | next entry (twisted in bedsheets)

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