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Playing With Your Love

F!Reader x Sero x Bakugou x Kirishima x Kaminari SMAU

Falling Into Your Smile AU

You’re coming up as one of the most well known esports players that isn’t actually on a professional team. However, one of the teams is searching for a new player after one of their members chooses to retire and they’ve got their eye on you. The transition isn’t the smoothest, with the male dominated gaming community that seems to blame you for everything that’s gone wrong in the history of ever, but your new team has your back. After a few weeks of trying your best to stay professional, you might finally break. But really, who can blame you when your teammates look like that?

#bnha smau #sero hanta #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #Sero hanta x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #Kirishima Eijirou x reader #kaminari Denki x reader #Bakusquad #poly bakusquad

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Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : drugs, choking, smut

Chapter Two : Feverish touch but a cold tongue

Master List | wc 4710

The contrast of Katsuki is maddening but irrelevant now as you step off of the elevator into the expensive lobby.

Gliding through across the marble floors in your red bottom combat boots, the cursive M stitched into the side in the same bloody hue that's on the sole.

Your phone chirps with a large coffee order and you close your eyes. Counting your breath after you see the seven fucking coffees, a party sized order of pastries, along with items that needed to be picked up from other designers that were possibly working with Mitsuki for an up coming event.

This was your third month in a row of treatment like this, dropping everything to please Mitsuki and God Damn it today was your fucking day off. At least it was supposed to be and yet your feet carry you to Starbucks.

The only thing you had a chance to discover about the new city you lived in. That and the high fashion district but other than that you weren't even sure where the hell the closest grocery store was or if your stove in your apartment fucking worked. Take out after take out after take out, drowning in fast foods if you even had the time to eat at all.

And the only reason you had the chance to go out and blow off some steam last night was because Mitsuki said she was going to dinner with her husband and maybe her son.

Two men you'd never seen and were perfectly fine never meeting.

It just felt like your luck was such shit recently or maybe it was your perception about everything.

Bullshit this fuckin sucks

This Katsuki asshole being the icing on the cake. How could such a funny, sexy guy turn into such a dick? Did he have a Hyde jekyll thing going on? By day a demon and by night an angel? The dick giveth the dick taketh or some philosophical shit.

It didn't matter, he was supposed to be irrelevant now that you're waiting in the long line for an extra tall iced coffee, your mind wanders back to last night.

Of how after your hot round of sex, after his silly joke, the two of you talked pretty late into the night. Him bringing out some fancy ass wine from the little cooler built into his massive island. How he didn't let you walk anywhere after. Carrying you with ease, shoving you into one of his shirts that would quickly get discarded when he was ready for round two.

In the meantime he had you sat in the only pristine room in the entire place. The kitchen, the cool marble under your plump ass as you sent rapid fire questions about why he needed a chef's kitchen for one. How his crimson eyes sparkled when he told you how much he loved to cook and then how his eyes clouded when he said he didn't have any reason to anymore. You knew he had money and he knew your designer clothes but neither of you mentioned work and for that you were grateful. You found out what felt like quite a bit, how he liked a large range of music, how he hadn't finished a book in years from lack of time. Who his favorite painters were, Böcklin, Millais, Kuniyoshi. He didn't scoff when you said Van Gogh and Monet for yours or how Ophelia was one of your all time favorites because you felt as if you were drifting through life like that sometimes. Floating dangerously on the cusp of numbness, of nothingness. Surprisingly he agreed.

"Born to live, live to die, nothing lies in between when ya hardly feel anything at all."

Tapping wine glasses together, toasting the shadow that loomed over everyone's shoulder. The wine was bitter sweet just like the moment.

The most memorable thing from that night, aside from the three rounds of insanely good sex, was how his hands stayed glued to your skin no matter what he was doing. Fingers ghosting your shoulder or gripping your thighs as he laughed at one of your stupid jokes.

It echoes in your head now and you snear, making the poor barista shrink away, stuttering as she repeats herself.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am I didn't catch that last one."

"Oh no worries, just cold foam on that one please." You gave your best smile and she returned, "Sorry about so many orders with such a long line."

"S okay, a lot of personal assistants come here." It made your jaw clench trying so hard to keep your disdain off of your face.

Just another reminder of what felt like a waste of three fucking months.

You were an apprentice treated more like an abused rotary phone and forgotten itinerary. Pampered her little dog she kept at the office, shredding the organic chicken and mixing it with special broth and pumpkin puree from the five star restaurant down the road.

Fucker not only ate better than you but more often.

Hell you even had Mitsuki's dry cleaning penciled in under your name.

A deep sigh as the coffee shop offers you a brilliantly designed way to bring all of the orders in with one hand as bags filled with heavy fabrics cut into the skin of your forearm.

Coming into the office nodding your head at the security officer that jogged to open the door for you. That follows you to the elevator to press the button as you give a tight smile.

"I still owe you that tour, pretty lady."

"Hmmmm." Is your only reply as the chrome doors take their sweet fuckin time to close. Riding it to the top floor and struggling with the double glass doors as the ACTUAL receptionist ignores you, filing her nails. When she makes eye contact with you she picks up the phone that wasn't ringing and pretends to answer. For a moment you stare into space with a dead expression before finally winning the fight against what felt like a two ton door with cursive M's and her last name stamped in kanji in the bottom corners.

"Such a bitch." You hiss as you pass the desk, sneering at the woman holding the corded phone to face.

"Oh, is that you?" Mitsuki asks bored as you struggle with the wooden doors that separate her personal suite from the receptionist area and the small desk you had.

"In the flesh." You hiss lowly, setting down her coffee before going to set out everything for what was obviously a meeting with clients.

You hadn't met a single one yet or drafted a garment or had any of your suggestions heard. Shit your own coffee order was often dictated to you. Tall black hot with one vanilla pump.

Who the fuck drank that?

Not you, your coffee was iced drowned in heavy cream and a hefty scoop of sweetener.

Back to the side table closer to her desk you meticulously set out each piece given to you by the luxury brands. Some big names and some small, both trying way too hard to impress instead of focusing on the theme of the event.

Crimson eyes watch your facial expressions with interest.

"Don't like them?" She takes a sip of her coffee, all of her questions were rhetorical so you didn't bother answering.

"Burn your tongue on your coffee today? Forget how to speak? " For some reason that's the final straw, temper you stomped and pressed down in order to keep this job was now burning up your throat.

You know the one you spent four fucking months on a submission piece for, that you had to design and sew in order to even be considered. Worked until your fingers bleed and ached. Spending all of your savings to ship it overnight and had half a damn mind to fly it there yourself.

This very job that you turned down a cushy spot in Paris for. Could have been sitting pretty under a huge label that was rumored to be easy to rise up the ranks.

But the only reason you're standing in front of Mitsuki herself now, is because this god damn job was advertised as apprentice, not errand bitch.

The fact that Mitsuki was one of the few women dominating the fashion world without giving up quality, ethics, or herself only sweetened the deal.

Bakugou Mitsuki bent to no one and you admired that.

Used to be like that.

Til you came to work for her and it felt like your tongue was stuck to the bottom of that red heel like spat out gum she happened to step in.

When you twirl around and see burning ember eyes searing your skin with scrutiny for some reason it makes you think of that damn asshole from this morning making you fully snap.

"Mitsuki. Respectfully. I don't fuckin drink hot coffee. I like it iced. Iced. I'm not here to get your dry cleaning, I'm not here to pick up coffee orders, I'm not here to play chef to your fucking dog who seems to be a replacement for your asshole inconsiderate practically non existent son!" You finish your rant with a heated huff, keeping your glare fixed to hers as you finally add with conviction, "I'm here to design."

She narrows her eyes at you, the room charged from the intensity of her weighted gaze and in that moment you think you've lost your job.

But fuck it, least you said your piece and got one last free breakfast and coffee from it.

Just sucks she may or may not tell the whole fashion world about your nasty attitude and even nastier mouth as if she didn't say fuck off every other sentence herself.

Lips twitching before they pull into a smile that she was fighting.

"Bout damn time you found your back bone again." She smiles, "And your full honesty. Now answer the question. You don't like them?"

She nods towards the outfits you've laid out.

"No, they're hideous and clash. Trying too hard to stand out, forgetting the theme is summer festivals and not a fuckin carnival." You snarl, staring at the pieces.

"And how would you make an outfit you liked with the items given?" You stare down at the fabric, "Obviously you're allowed to mix brands."

She sips her coffee again as you think.

"For myself or a client in general."

"Fuck it, let's say both." Mitsuki answers. Quickly you assemble something for yourself, finding the moodier colors that would be similar to dusk before they get ready to light the fire works. Pairing a small hand bag for a pop of color, much lighter than the darker tones of the outfit. Before moving on to what you'd make for the client, a bold red that you mixed and matched between the others until you made the perfect ensemble only second guessing your belt choice for it once you step away. Mitsuki comes closer, eyes judging every aspect of it.

"Perfect." She points to yours, nail hitting the purse. "Cotton candy pink paired with the black and twilight is nice."

"This one…" Reaching for another belt and swapping them out, "Is now perfect."

She stares at the composition of them, that in the quick time you captured the theme well, much better than whatever the hell they sent you with.

"Mitsuki-san, your party is here." The intercom on her desk pulls her away, pressing the big white button. "And my son?"

"Still hasn't arrived." Mitsuki rolls her eyes at the answer before she sighs, "Send them in."

Laughing is heard on the other side of the door before a large man with long red hair opens it. Letting in two smaller guys and one almost the same size as the red head. An electric blonde with an overly flirty smile, a raven haired man who's a natural heart breaker, an emerald haired softy, finally the mountainous man comes in and gently shuts the door.

"Mitsuki-chan!" All cheery with different tones. Pulling the woman into a hug as if she'd known them all their life, giving those little air kisses.

"My, my, you boys look well. Ya been eating?" She chides, "I know how you pros live off of coffee and crumbs."

Sheepishly they all look away, telling on themselves and earning her ire.

"Now this is exactly why I get a whole tables worth of special treats. I better not see many left when I come back."

"Come back?" One of them asks.

"Ah, I have to step out for a bit but you're in good hands." You blink dumbly for a second, wait was she leaving these high profile clients to you?

"This is my apprentice, she'll be working with you from now on, if you like the mocks she drafts up for a few upcoming events and leisure wear. Don't fret though I do have backups drawn if not. Just make sure you act yourselves around her, she's got a good eye, she'll know what you'll like. See ya boys!"

I will???? Oh my fucking god!

"Bye Mitsuki-saaaaan." The electric blonde winks as Mitsuki exists with that damn fluffy dog.

The men immediately go into introducing themselves starting with the raven haired man.

"Sero Hanta, Cellophane." He holds out his hand, it's a firm shake and he has such an easy smile. His civilian clothing plain and you take a mental note to look up the hero uniforms of the three who are in their street wear.

"Denki Kaminari, the one and only Chargebolt." He kisses your knuckles with a wink.

"Ease up Casanova." Sero scolds, picking up his coffee and extending Denki's order to him just to get him away from you.

"Flattered." You scoff, playful smile on your lips as it was obvious he was hamming it up.

"Kirishima Eijrou! Red Riot!" Out of habit he hardens his fists and slams them together. Before a slight flush paints his cheeks, as if he hadn't meant to do that.

"Izuku Midoriya, Deku." Izuku smiles, holding out his gloved hand. The only one of the four in his hero uniform. Another firm grip and this close you can see the freckles on his nose. You look over the uniform, noting the material and instantly recognizing the stitching, fingers touching at his arm, "Does Mitsuki handle the hero uniforms as well?"

"Uh yeah actually." Izuku starts one of his first information dumps of the day, "Mitsuki thought that the designers were only thinking of a quick turn over and as far as looks she thought most were tacky. Using 'cheap materials' and unethical shops for some of the mass production of standard uniforms. She partitioned the hero's commission and the government to allow her brand to subsidize costs while keeping quality high, especially for up and coming heroes. At first the support teams were against it thinking they'd lose their jobs or that fashion would outweigh functionality so-"

"Izuku, dude, cliff notes version." Kaminari chuckles.

"Oh yea," Izuku chuckles, "I tend to fall down the rabbit hole a lot."

"I didn't mind the history lesson." You shrug, "We all have our little quirks."

The guys laugh at your accidental pun and when the room dies down your devilish cat smile returns.

"Now, who's my first victim."

"Oh me. Pick me!" Kaminari says around a pastry before woofing the rest of it down. He's chatty as you work and you don't mind. Easily taking measurements and laughing at his jokes. Noticing the way he touches his wrist absentmindedly to diffuse any static shock he may have built up before you get close again.

"And that's how my bestie Sero made me take two shots too many." He ends his wild story about his 26th birthday party while you frantically write down design thoughts that came to you while talking to Denki. The electric blonde steps down as Sero steps up onto the platform for measurements.

"Yea and can you believe that's how he ended up reviving the trend of jumping on the bar to dance and sing off key."

"Hey! I have a great singing voice."

"Sure." Sero laughs, rolling his eyes in the process. This time around he's the one asking you questions that you answer here and there. Like where you're from, when'd you move from the states, did you like it there? Why you got into fashion? All the while you're still taking extra care to double measure his elbows for suits as you make him straighten and bend his arm.

"Ah ya know the usual. Been here three months, the states aren't super bad but still suck, honestly some men don't know how to dress and yet they get to design clothes? Yea fat fuckin chance." Sero nods his approval of your answers before Kirishima takes the smaller man's place.

"Red Riot-" You start but the redhead interrupts.

"Please, Eijirou." His sharp toothed smile earns a giggle from you and it makes him suddenly shy, running his broad hand on back of his head, "Since we'll be working closely together and all."

"Eijirou." You smile, knowing you shouldn't ask but they make your eyebrow twitch, pointing down to his shoes, "What are those?"

Instantly Kaminari bursts into a fit of laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes as Sero fights to not snort out his coffee. Izuku gives a soft chuckle.

Kirishima's cheeks heat, of course he'd wear his comfortable shoes when a cute girl was supposed to take his damn measurements.

"They're my crocs." He gives a pouting, pleading look as you give an obviously fake polite smile.

"Aw you don't wanna get him any croc charms?" Sero teases and Denki chimes in.

"Sero please. They're called jibbitz, not charms."

"You're fuckin lying!" You exasperate, wrapping the tape around Eijirou's large bicep, "Flex. Relax."

Jotting them down onto the paper as Kaminari and Sero laugh at Kirishima's flushed cheeks.

"Comfy and customizable." He tries to justify in a soft tone, so softly, that when you go to step onto the stool to measure the circumference of his thick throat you look down at them again with pity. A meat bone being the only "jibbitz" in the obnoxious red material.

"Guess when you're a hot hero you can pull off anything."

"OOOO she's flirtinnnn!" Denki teases and you roll your eyes.

"Shame we can't say the same for you Denki." He catches your playful cat smile and laughs at himself.

"Izuku looks like you're my final victim." You smile as he sets his coffee back onto the pastry table, coming closer for your care.

Izuku, much like Kaminari, is a talker. Although Izuku is telling you about all the best restaurants to get Katsudon or Cold soba, of all things. Where the safest 24 hour mart is once you admit how busy you've been and when they change over their sales. Izuku acts much like your own personal information desk about the big city.

You only had a few more measurements for Midoriya before you could sit down at your desk pop in your earbuds and get to drawing.

That is until the heavy wooden door slams open and the most obnoxious "OI!" echoes in the room.

What a grating fucking sound still not irritating enough to get your disapproving glare. Too busy dropping lower to wrap the tape around Izuku's waist before going to his inseam.

The ash blonde's stomach tightens as he sees you here. Face level with Izuku's God damn crotch. Why it bothers him only the gods know.

For the time being he tells himself it's because he still thinks you're a big bitch.

But the room scents with burning sugar and his hands pop before he shoves them in his pockets.

"Oh Kaachan!" Izuku chirps, "I'm happy to see you here. All might said he couldn't get a hold of you last night and wants us for tea."

"Can it, Deku." A deep, annoyed growl.

Wow what a dick. This has to be Mitsuki's son.

Izuku just laughs as you rise up, wrapping your hands around his back to bring them back to the front of his chest, memorizing the number, "All set."

Smiling as you gently pat his large pec, he steps down to chat closer to Kaachan.

Mitsuki returns with an angry tone as she fusses, "How many times have I told you son, no grenade bracers in my office!"

"Yea yea I fuckin hear ya, ma." He shoves them off his thick forearms, eyes glued to you as he lets the volatile braces hit the ground with a sloshing thunk.

"Well this is my only day off this month sooo." Kaminari starts before batting his eyelashes at Mitsuki, "Thank you for the breakfast Momma Bakugou."

"You're welcome, doll. Anytime." She sets the Pomeranian down and the dog trots to sit under the desk on its tempurpedic bed.

One by one they say their goodbyes to Mitsuki and the loud mouth that entered just moments ago.

"See ya on our shift tonight!" Izuku says to his coworker before gently shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou shoves his mask up on top of his head.

"Let's get this over with. You'll owe me big time if my shits the same." He snaps at his mom, as he steps up onto the little platform.

"Not me who's measuring you." She says focused on her phone before looking up, reading glasses perched on her nose, noticing the bags under his eyes.

"Ya been smoking again?"

"Ma."

"Drinking?!"

"Ma!"

"Are ya high right now?"

"Ma!" He growls, "I don't do that shit on the job."

His mother confirmed what his apartment already told you, that her son burned the wick at both ends and it was only a matter of time before he got caught in the middle.

And burned up in the process.

Mitsuki comes closer to inspect his face before her brows furrow up, "Wait is that lipstick on your throat, Katsuki?"

Katsuki?!

KATSUKI?!

Katsuki as in like the guy you fucked last night?

As in number one pro hero Dynamight?

AS IN YOUR BOSSES FUCKING SON?

Welp this was it, for fuckin sure this was going to be your last day as Mitsuki looks closer at the shade and then at your lips.

She furrows her brows and Bakugou is quick to answer.

"Yea some bitch left it on me last night, guess it didn't come off in the shower." He pulls out the tube of lipstick and tosses it into the garbage in front of you, "Sucks she left, it was a limited edition Mitsuki x Canel Collab."

"'Taste my cherry, please?'"

"That's the one." He shrugs, as you tighten the tape around his arm too tightly, "Oi."

"Sorry." Obviously you weren't. About as sorry as you were knocking shit down like a disgruntled cat in his apartment this morning.

"Katsuki, that one was expensive, you couldn't have just returned it to her?"

"I was hoping I'd never see her again." He looks down at you while you have a violent vision. Kneeing him in the balls and spitting in his face sounded pretty good right about now.

But you were sure Mitsuki drew the line at assaulting her son. So instead you internally rage over the 300 dollars that was thrown away.

Literally.

Mitsuki digs around in her desk drawer, finding a sealed golden tube.

"She's got good taste. For if she decides to let your dumb ass see her again." She places the lipstick in his hand as she's starting to get a call on her cellphone, "Anyway it's waterproof son, you'll need makeup remover to get it off."

She steps outside as she just catches the phone on the last ring.

Bakugou's palm is hot, practically melting the lipstick by "accident" in his hand before tossing it onto the ground between your feet.

"Here, ma said you could have it."

"Wow, thank you so much." You say dryly, grinding your teeth when you force yourself to go through the motions. Not surprisingly, Katsuki doesn't speak at all as you work. Leaving you to take a stab in the dark about his style.

Well maybe not since you did see the inner workings of his home. Among other things shared between the two of you.

You wrap your arms around his back you clawed up last night and bring it around to his broad chest. Noticing how good he smells, clean, smokey from his stupid cigarettes and from his own quirk. A deep caramel flavor that smelled like the end of summer and the start of fall. Another cusp ever permanent in his life, a limbo of sorts.

Ophelia in many aspects of his life it seems.

The animosity is practically tangible at this rate, filling up the room and making it too stuffy and hot. Making sweat prick the back of your neck as you were sure that if someone lit a match in here the whole top floor would blow up.

Reluctantly you lower to your knees to take his inseam, grinding your teeth as you try NOT to think of his thick length hiding beneath his black pants.

"Don't turn into a bitch in heat while you're down there." He tuts, looking down at you with burning ember eyes. You glare up at him and he thinks he likes the sight too much til you open that pretty mouth of yours to spit venom.

"Don't worry, I won't. Katsuki. It was much bigger in the dark." You give that damn polite smile before snapping the tape away from his leg and standing. Quickly moving away from him and towards the table with your notepad and purse.

He steps down with a growl, pulling down his mask and his hair falls back over his forehead before he stomps off. Stopping by the door for his bracers. You dare a final glance at him. Muscular body moving the heavy bracers with ease as he fixes them around his arm, double checking it's secure. Just barely you can see your lipstick mark that peaks above the collar of his hero uniform and you suck your teeth.

Imagining the headlines now as they try to swarm the hot headed asshole who you were sure didn't handle the media well. Part of you wants to leave it there because fuck him and the other part wants you to leave it there so everyone knows he's got someone at home.

Wait? Were you dumb? Someone at home? He just melted another 300 dollars to spite you.

Angrily you dig around in your purse, grabbing a makeup wipe, "Wait."

He stops, looking over his shoulder with a glare making your kissy mark stand out. You hated how good it looked there. Still you stand on tip toes, even in your platform boots. Pressing your pretty body against his arm as manicured fingers gently wipe at his tender throat.

From this angle he can see down your shirt, see all the bruises and bites he left on your body.

Could the other guys see as well? Did they know that you belonged to him?

Wait. Was Bakugou fuckin stupid? No one belonged to him and he didn't belong to anyone. Possession wasn't an option, love sure as fuck wasn't an option.

Fucking, that's all that was, just fucking.

A one night stand that he so greatly regrets.

Still the sight and feel of you makes his body run hot, just like it did last night, makes his cock stir. He grabs your shoulders roughly, putting you a full step back as he growls out a "Thanks."

"Didn't do it for you. Just don't want anyone to think I'd actually sleep with an asshole like you." You look up at him through your pretty lashes.

Both of you think about how the other looks when they cum as you stare into each other's eyes before a mirrored snarl is shared.

"Fuck off." He growls, opening the heavy wooden door before slamming it shut as you shake your head.

What a fucking Dick. You think to yourself as you sit down at your desk to work.

What a fucking Bitch. Bakugou thinks to himself as he pats down his pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

#oh my god I love this #fic recs #not mine #Bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #also bitch I would totally use the lipstick he threw in the trash #$300? just rinse off the tube #god working with Kiri Kami and Sero in fashion would be my absolute dream #is there a reverse Joker origin story? cause that would be it

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Nice To Meet You, BTW, I Love You

Sero is the Keyboardist for famous band Bombshell Brunt. A chance meeting leads him to riding a rollercoaster with someone he met an hour ago. Suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s feeling like this because of the rollercoaster or your smile. It might just be the blunt talking, but he was ready to propose. At least, until you woke up the next morning with no memories of him.

Chapter Two, Part One: not very 2000s original Disney movie of you

#nice to meet you btw i love you #ntmybtwily #btwily #Sero hanta #reader x Sero #sero hanta smau #bnha smau #sero hanta bnha #Sero bnha #Sero smau #band au #bnha x reader #maya’s masterpieces

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Good morning...

// ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅ //

#Bakusquad #in love #Baku’s bracelet!!!!!! #fanart #Bakusquad art

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Immaculate writing😫👌👌

Play Away: Part Two

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Frottage, Rimming (M - Receiving), Anal (M - Receiving), Soft Sex, Disussion of Cheating, One Very Mild Panic Attack, KiriBaku. Word Count: 13.4k.

A/N: If this is terrible, we’re just gonna pretend it doesn’t exist and Play Away can live out as a one shot. Okay? Okay. This part gave me so much shit and the concepts have somewhat gotten away from me now, so sorry if that’s really evident in the prose.

-> Series Masterlist

Bakugo tosses his keys into the small ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. The metallic clang rings out around the apartment, echoing back at him from empty corners and window'ed walls. There’s a numbness in his chest that he can’t seem to shake when he pads to the fridge and yanks it open. For a minute he just stands there, listening to the buzz of the fridge and the gurgling of his stomach, but he closes it again without taking anything out. The buzzing of his phone rocks him out of his daze, causing him to drift back to the counter. It’s a text message. The new one adds to a notification bar of more until the whole screen is burning bright with a near constant stream of messages.

From: Shitty Hair ‘Kaminari ate your lunch.’

From: Shitty Hair '… Are you coming back?’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m assuming that’s a no.’

From: Shitty Hair 'Can we talk?’

From: Shitty Hair 'You can’t just kiss someone like that and leave…’

From: Shitty Hair 'Are you okay?’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m getting worried.’

From: Shitty Hair 'Bakugo…’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m not doing this. I’m coming over.’

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#Sero x reader #kiribaku #not mine #sero smut #sero x reader smut #Kiribaku smut #angst

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This is so gorgeous wtf🥺❤️

Fall fun with the Bakusquad!!

Here’s my piece for @bakusquadcalendar This project was so much fun and it was a great experience working with everyone!!

#bakusquad #bakugo katuski #eijirou kirishima #mina ashido #sero hanta #denki kaminari #fanart #not mine

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just some practice doodles of the best boi hehe

#kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #art #kiribaku art

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cw: low-key ooc bkg but that’s literally not my problem

coming to meet katsuki in his agency’s cafeteria and you see him talking to this woman who looks waaayyyy too friendly with him. she’s making him do his stuffy laugh he does when he’s low-key surprised the other person said something funny and she keeps tucking strands of hair behind her hair like she’s nervous. to say you’re having violent thoughts might be a little dramatic but you wouldn’t mind maybe tripping her up or shoving his head in the chilli con carne his cafeteria is providing.

when katsuki finally remembers to drag his ass to sit by you, he gives the usual kiss on the cheek, grabbing your chin for a kiss on the lips and it’s only when he’s about to take a bite of whatever’s on your fork, he’s confused at why you haven’t said hello yet.

“hey baby?”

“hi.” you’re stiff and blunt. stuffing the fork in your mouth and munching like you’re chewing up his heart. you pay him no mind and the pro hero wants to poke you or something.

“how was your mornin’ then?”

“fine.”

he picks up his drink, holding it from the top to suck at the straw. who’s ruby eyes narrow on you, trying to work you out and when he lands on nothing, he’s about to ask you what the fucks going on when you do it for him.

the same woman he was talking to earlier walks by the table, giving katsuki a nod and smile to which he politely nods back.

“there goes your little girlfriend.”

and he darts his eyes over to you, sipping at his drink while he scans your body. your clenched fist under table, your scrunched nose. he wants to laugh.

a flick lands on your forehead with an “ow!!!” exploding from you. your glare shifts over to him, hot and mean.

with one eyebrow cocked and a slight smirk on his face, “my baby jealous huh?” and he shuffles in to say it close to your face, your noses almost touching. you hate how endearing he is; how his breath smells how his protein shake tastes, sweet with that artificial banana taste bakugou hates to love. the way his eyes twinkle with humour that you should be mad at how he doesn’t take you seriously but he’s also gripping your thigh in a loving squeeze that makes you wanna kiss his lips.

“you’re so annoying,” you spit, turning away from him like you can’t bare to look, “i can’t believe i kiss you goodbye every morning for you to go to work and flirt with other women.”

he's grinning like an idiot, totally unsurprised that you still haven’t shook his hand off your thigh. instead, you just purse your lips and look away from him, gritting your teeth.

"i don't flirt with anyone but you baby," and then in the sappiest voice he can muster, lips playfully pouted with the cutest puppy dog eyes, (yes this face came from thee bakugou katsuki, everybody in the cafeteria had half the mind to pull out their phones to capture this rare moment but they knew he'd get mad just as quickly) "y'know i love youuuuu."

you flicker your eyes over his stupid face, glaring for a second before sighing and cupping his face with your palm. "whatever. you're dumb and annoying. don’t let me see you laughing with other women.”

“i thought you said you wanted me to laugh more.”

“yeah, with me idiot. just me.”

you scoop up your food on your fork, about to put it in your mouth when he slides his hand between your thighs to pull you to face him. he glances at your fork then at you.

you huff tiredly but a grin soon enough slides on your face, “fine, here.” you being the fork to his lips to which he happily accepts, his eyebrows raising to show he likes it, “it tastes good doesn’t it?”

“not as good as you.”

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☆ habits | bakugou katsuki ☆

wc: 1.3k

tags/warnings: heavily implied smut near the end so imma say 18+ just to be safe, mdni !!, gn!reader

a/n: i was originally gonna write this as a lil brainrot piece for bakugou’s birthday but then i decided to expand it a bit and post it for @sipsteainanxiety​’s birthday instead 🙈 happy birthday uni twin i hope midterms don’t kill u before u get to read this KJSXKJSXDCKJF <33

bakugou katsuki has a habit of snoozing his alarm at least twice before he gets out of bed.

his alarm goes off at seven o’clock every weekday morning, nine on the weekend. through bleary eyes, he reaches for the place on the nightstand he always leaves his phone, tapping the snooze button for the first time. he knows he should start getting ready for work, but he just can’t bring himself to sit up, not when your cheek is pressed so comfortably against his chest.

you always begin to stir the second time his alarm rings, no matter how quickly he hits snooze again. he continues to wait, his fingers gently drumming against the small of your back until your eyes meet his own. he tends to mirror the little lop-sided grin you give him as you mumble a “g’mornin” through a yawn. most times, he still doesn’t get out of bed until you peek at the time and insist that he gets up. there’s some resistance on his end, quickly resolved when you promise to be up by the time he’s out of the shower.

bakugou katsuki has a habit of standing by the front door with his hands across his chest when he’s leaving for work. 

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Happy Birthday Bakugou Katsuki!

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We are gathered here today for the celebration of Bakugou Katsuki.

Please take your seats and refer to the holy scriptures of fanfiction and cannon.

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Every gremlin needs chaotic friends who don’t take no gremlin shit

Bakugo got found family’d and that’s so fuckin funny

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Im going to start bnha, so if i draw fan art of them in the future, yk why.

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Look At Me

pairing: Dabi/Touya x villain!reader

word count: 2.1k (I wrote something. I actually wrote something!! I could cry sjdhdhsb)

warnings: sad, but there is a happy ending bc he deserves one. violence, gore, murder, burns, stabbing, abuse (not at the hands of Touya), reader is gravely injured, near death experience, lots of talk of death, claustrophobia? being blinded? trying to cover my bases here. angst in general. bnha spoilers.

notes: inspired by this ask. reader has a “voodoo doll” quirk. basically, Queenie’s power from AHS: Coven. as long as the reader is looking at their target when they activate their quirk, they can transfer any and all physical sensations and consequences that they are currently experiencing to said target. for example, if Dabi sets them on fire while they are looking at someone and their quirk is active, they do not burn, nor do they feel it, but their target does.

It makes sense that you and Dabi work together so closely. Your quirks work well together. All you have to do is look at your enemy and then he can set you ablaze, effectively killing whoever is unfortunate enough to be within your line of sight. He doesn’t have to overexert himself and you prove yourself useful to the League in no time. Everybody wins.

Then, of course, you start getting closer to your new partner and, despite every effort that he makes to avoid this exact scenario, he starts getting closer to you too. He grows attached. The word makes his skin crawl. He can’t believe that he let himself become involved with anyone, let alone someone who was out there fighting on the front lines for the cause, literally right beside him.

It's dangerous work. You know that. He knows that. You both accept it. One day breezes into the next and you grow closer still. It's only natural. It's an evolution of sorts; the two of you learning more about one another, learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses—both on the battlefield and off. You come to trust each other with your very lives. Begin to see how both of yours could intertwine.

And then you both realize that they already have. It seems like you simply crossed paths one day and now you’re intrinsically linked to one another. One tragic tale woven into the pages of another, creating a whole new forgotten fairytale that you’re both praying will have a happy ending somehow.

But then it happens. Someone figures it out. They find your weakness and they take full advantage. You’re blinded. Something’s obstructing your view and you don’t have any idea what’s going on. Touya was right there. He was right there, but you can’t see him now and you’re panicking. You can’t use your quirk if you can’t see. You can’t protect him if you can’t see.

That's when you feel it. The knife in your gut.

Touya was right there.

And he was. He was right there. He turned his back for a second and when he looks back he realizes that that was all it took for him to be on the verge of losing you. He already knows that he can’t forgive himself. You’re hurt. You’re scared. He knows that and he knows it’s his fault.

He burns the assailants who’d tried to get the drop on him to a crisp, forgoing any thought of restraining himself now that he knew that you were in danger. He makes quick work of prying your attacker off of you, channeling the inferno of rage swirling around inside of him into his palm, igniting the man as he shoves him aside, leaving him to burn while he runs to you.

He catches you as you stagger forward, pulling the cloth sack off of your head and gently guiding you to kneel instead of letting you fall, but the shock of feeling your warm blood pouring into his palm is almost enough to send him straight to the ground with you. He stares at you with wide eyes, too afraid to look down at the crimson seeping into the white of his shirt as he cradles you, pulling you into his lap while you stare up at him with eyes that are fading much too quickly for his liking.

He briefly wonders if it’s possible to die from a broken heart.

And then he wonders why you aren’t using your quirk. There’s no one left within sight now. You’d long been separated from your allies and the remaining enemies were fleeing. But he's right here. You’re looking right at him. He can take this from you. He can handle it. Hell, it’s his fucking fault. Why aren’t you using it? He asks you why. Tells you—no—begs you to use it. To save yourself. He's been through worse before. He's sure that he’ll be okay.

He’s not, but he’d rather die a hundred times over than to watch you suffer for one second more.

But you won’t. You refuse. It’s a matter of flicking a switch, but you know that you could never inflict any pain onto him. To others, sure. Without remorse. But to him? Never. He's had more than enough of that for one lifetime. You won’t contribute to it. You’ll be okay. You hope that you will, at least. You can’t die on him. You can’t leave him alone. Not again.

You’d do anything for him. Anything but what he’s asking you to do right now. His body has been through worse. It’s been through one nightmare after another and that’s exactly why you cannot do what he is imploring you to. What if it killed him? What if you killed him? You would rather die, but the pain is becoming so unbearable that part of you almost wishes that you would already. The feeling of his hand squeezing yours shoots your drooping eyes back open.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you fucking dare die on me right now,” he spits the words through grit teeth. Pain masked as anger. His favorite costume to don.

“M’not going to,” you quietly reply. Too quiet. Too soft. “I’ll be okay, Touya.”

Your eyelids are too heavy. They flutter closed again and your reassurance carries no weight to a man who’s have the very ground he treads on crumble beneath his feet one too many times.

“Look at me,” he commands. He’s through requesting. “Doll, I said look. at. me.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head, but the motion is ever so slight. The pulse that was hammering in your ears is barely perceptible to you now.

“You can,” he insists, feeling the last shreds of sanity that are tethering him to this plane of existence being snipped, one by one. “You have to. Look at me.”

“I won’t hurt you, Touya. I promised,” you whisper as your eyes do open for him, but they’re even more dull now and it terrifies him.

“I’m asking you to. I’m begging you to,” he pleads, ruby red tears seeping from the patches beneath his eyes.

His hand squeezes yours again as he pulls it to his chest, placing your palm to his chest where you can feel the seam that rests atop his heart. The heart that beats for you and you only. The heart that had run for so, so long on spite alone that he had almost forgotten what it was like to live for something, rather than living in spite of another.

“Please,” his voice cracks. Breaks under the insurmountable pressure of being faced with yet another unknown. He wants to let this unknown remain. He never wants to know a life without you again. “Please, doll. Look at me. You know what I mean. Do it. I can take it.”

“That doesn’t mean that you should,” your lips twitch into the faintest of smiles as your hand rubs his chest with what little strength you still have. Feeling the staples beneath your palm brings you the slightest comfort. The feeling of home sitting just beneath your hand. The familiar thump that lulls you to sleep each night, now lulling you into what might be your final slumber.

Your eyes close again and terror strikes his heart when he realizes that it might be for the last time. He thought that he knew what fear was the first time his father struck him. He thought that he knew what fear was when he was burning to death, too out of control to save himself. But now he knows. True fear is thinking that he might never be able to look into your eyes again.

“I can. I can do it, doll, please,” he croaks the words out, a broken plea made to ears that can barely hear him now.

You’re too focused on the beating of his heart. Your favorite sound in the world. So long as it’s still beating, he’s still here. So long as he’s still here, you have to be here too.

“You weren’t made to carry every burden you come across, Touya,” your eyes open just enough to look at him and you reach up to cup his face in your hand, gingerly wiping away the crimson tears sliding down his face. He holds his breath, his eyes boring down into yours. “I know that you think that’s love, but it isn’t, baby,” you manage a tender smile, but it’s interrupted by a cough that spatters blood along your lips and chin as your hand moves to cover the spray, smattering it with the viscous liquid as well.

“Doll, don’t—”

“I’m okay,” you cut him off, your hand resting on top of his now, the one resting on your abdomen, bunching up the fabric of your clothing to apply pressure to your wound. He was the only thing keeping you together, in more ways than one now.

“That isn’t love, Touya. Love is more than what you can do for someone. It’s more than destroying yourself to prove that you’re worthy of their time. Love is more than serving a purpose to someone. It’s being their purpose,” you whisper, your voice growing smaller by the second. There’s only so much air left in your lungs and you know exactly how to spend it.

A blissful smile crosses your lips as the pain finally begins to fade and you stare straight up into his eyes to tell him, “You’re mine.”

“Doll,” he chokes on the word. He’s choking on nothing. Your eyes are closing again and he can’t breathe anymore. He can’t breathe without knowing that you’re still breathing too.

“Doll, stay with me!” His voice is frantic, desperate as he presses an ear to your chest, listening for even the softest thud within and he finds one. He heaves a sigh of momentary relief, his forehead resting against your chest as the tears still trickling down from his scars fill the fabric of your shirt.

“Look at me,” he begs once more, but his voice is muddled and then it’s swallowed by one that you think you recognize, but you can’t be certain.

That’s the last thing that you can recall. It’s the first thing that you remember when you wake with a start. You’re alive. At least, it seems like you are. The dull walls are a familiar sight and there’s an even more familiar scent in the air: smoke.

“Doll?” Touya practically jumps from the chair beside your bed and you can see a blurry outline of him in your peripheral vision. “Doll, I’m right here,” he says as he takes your hand, overjoyed to see you awake. To see you alive. “Look at me, baby.”

And you do. You turn your head and there he is. Touya’s right there. “M’never gonna take my eyes off you again,” you grin, giving his hand a squeeze before you use it to tug him closer. “C’mere,” you murmur, carefully making room for him in the bed that you always share.

You certainly felt better. Tired, but better. Upon inspection, you find that there’s no bandages to be found on your torso.

“What happened?” You ask as he climbs into the bed beside you, slowly encompassing you in his arms as he pulls you closer.

“Kurogiri showed up right after you passed out,” he informs you as he kisses the top of your head. “Thank fuck he had a healer on standby, otherwise I don’t..” he trails off. He can’t think about it again.

“I’m just so glad that you’re okay. I’m never taking my eyes off of you again either. Not for a second,” he murmurs against your scalp, littering it with more kisses as his fingertips glide along your arm and you relax, content to be in his arms again—and not bleeding out this time.

You smile and allow yourself to give in, relaxing into his embrace without worry. You have that luxury now and you’ll certainly never take it for granted again.

“Hey, doll?” He asks after a moment, his tone as soft as you’ve ever heard it.

“Hm?” You hum, tilting your head back to look up into his bright, blue eyes.

“You’re mine too,” he says with such an ease that you could never think to question it as he rests his hand on your cheek, gently cupping your face and guiding you into a kiss.

You smile against his mismatched lips, your hand falling atop his chest, the staples beneath your palm pulsing with each beat of his heart. A heart that beats with purpose.

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Play Away: Masterlist

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Complicated Relationships, Minor Violence, Smut. Word Count: ~ Status: In Progress.

Summary: When your boyfriend, Bakugo, admits to kissing Kirishima your relationship is put on hold. Just as well Sero is there to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Okay, here we go: Second time lucky. Big thanks to @mindninjax for breathing faith back into both me and this piece. She is the light of my life and the heart of all creativity. Thank you for always being a listening ear.

I’m not planning on keeping any upload schedule, so I have no idea when part two will be out; but - it will probably be another 10-15k + so bare with me, please!

Chapter List

◾️ Prologue ◾️ Part One ◾️ Part Two ◾️ Epilogue

-> Masterlist

#so good already! #also don’t blame me if I want it to become a polyship between reader Bakugou Kirishima and Sero🙈 #sero x reader #bakugou x reader #fic recs #not mine