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Chapter Six ~ masterlist
cw: spoilers to season 6, major swearing
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tags 🏷️: @dekustowel @ryva @alligator-person @hanakatakemi
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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Bakugou places his head on your shoulder and huffs furiously during one of your movie nights.
It's just a stupid romance film to be honest, one you insisted on watching and he couldn't find it in himself to deny your wish, you've always granted his desires wholeheartedly anyway, and the glint appearing in your eye when he easily gave in to you was worth sitting in for a two hour typical tear jerker that— for some reason, you seemed to enjoy.
_ "Oh look look! Did you see that? He finally confessed his feelings!" you're tapping on his thigh excitedly, too invested in the movie ahead to notice the warm hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your belly.
_ "Yeah I saw that, we're watching the same movie dumbass." but he's not, he's actually not following the predictable events unfolding, nor the long ass journey the main character had to embark upon in order to find his long lost love.
How could he be focused on anything other than the fragrant smell of your shower gel tickling his nose, and the soft skin under his rough fingers as he eagerly explored your delicate flesh.
He closes his eyes slowly, inhaling the faint flowery scent emanating from you, and pecking the side of your neck, right where he's been nuzzling the whole evening.
Maybe this is not such a bad idea after all, you're happily watching your sappy movie, and he's easily succumbing to a peaceful slumber in the comfort of your shared cushiony bed, right by the only one he's willing to bare his all around.. you.
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ayustuff · 1 year
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Autograph || agedup!husband!katsuki x wife!gn!reader
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“can i get your autograph?” you said while your husband, katsuki is sitting on his desk working on some documents.
“what for?” katsuki looked at you. you put a paper in his desk. “you want my autograph on a contract?” he turns off his computer.
“yes.”
“this is a marriage contract.”
“i know.”
“we're already married.”
“yes.”
“but why?”
“dont you wanna get married again?”
“well... is there a honeymoon after the marriage?” he smirked at you.
“mhm.” you nodded with a soft smile.
he chukles to himself. “aight... gonna need a better ring on you.” katsuki takes your hand and kissed your knuckles.
you blushed, “eh? katsuki, i was just joking-”
“well, i decided i want one.”
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oliverrevengers · 4 months
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long awaited confessions — katsuki / m.reader
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“hey,” y/n’s voice echoed throughout katsuki’s room. bakugou has heard him knock and come in, but he’d ignored him, burying himself deeper into his schoolwork. y/n was a weird topic to him. they were friends, in a way. they both knew they wanted the other in a way that wasn’t for friends, but they both always ignored it and acted normal.
y/n leaned on the desk and glanced at bakugou who was unconsciously becoming red. he saw y/n’s arm moving from the corner of his eyes and suddenly his pen wasn’t in his hand anymore. he looked up at y/n with irritation but he was met with a face that made his knees weak.
“what’s going on, kat? i don’t like the way you’ve been acting.”
“then ignore me.”
“you know i can’t do that.”
katsuki felt the veins in his body pop, the blood flowing made his spine shiver, the clattering of his teeth was becoming too uncomfortable, and the heat of his body was unbearable. he snapped to look up at y/n, “you know what’s wrong, y/n. you’re the one to blame.”
y/n’s head tilted, “me? what did i do? how can i fix it?” bakugou groaned at the response. too kind, too caring, too.. good. he suddenly got up and locked gazes with y/n, “hate it, push me away.” katsuki knew y/n was taller than him, but god, why did he seem like the other boy was towering over him.
in a whim, y/n did what katsuki was going to. their lips met, y/n’s hand cupping bakugou’s face, stroking his cheeks and feeling the immense heat emerging from them. katsuki was too desperate, too happy to be taken aback. he scrunched y/n’s sweater in his hands, his knuckles turning white at the sheer amount of strength he’s using to fist the black material.
katsuki was a couple of minutes late when he realised that y/n has pulled away and was hugging him tightly. katsuki desperately hugged back and buried his face into y/n’s neck. he heard y/n laugh which caused him to tighten his grip around the boy’s neck, “this was what’s bothering you? i’m sorry. i was planning on doing something about it soon. got a date planned and everything, but i guess we’ll have to go on it as being official rather than it being a long awaited confession, hm?”
“…don’t fucking hum in my ear like that.”
“is that a yes to the date or the being official statement?”
“shut up. you know my answer.”
“yeah,” y/n pulled back a little and tenderly kissed the blond’s hair, rested for a minute taking in the smell of katsuki’s shampoo, “yeah, i do.”
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sixosix · 2 years
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A fic where bakuhoe goes all ape shit because izuku flirts with reader pwease 🥺🥺🥺
a/n i got u. tho katsuki is pretty hard to write hope i did it well
warnings gn!reader, unnecessary amount of cursing (curtesy of bakugou), established relationship, wc 1k
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katsuki prides himself on being observant.
he’s gonna be a fucking hero; he would be a shitty one if he was oblivious to what’s going on around him. it’s why he’s proud to call himself aware of things that most people miss.
unfortunately, this includes shitty fucking deku having the hots for you.
“that was amazing, l/n-san! todoroki-kun didn’t even realize what was going on until you caught him!” deku has been gushing about your victory since you came back, and you’re overwhelmed by the sheer brightness radiating off the boy.
you duck your head. “ha, you think so? i didn’t expect it to work, honestly…”
deku has the fucking nerve—the fucking nerve, that jackass—to take your hands and interweave it with his, showing off how earnest he is with his words. “it worked perfectly, your strategy could work against heroes with quirks as powerful as todoroki-kun’s!”
a vein pops on katsuki’s temple.
he grits his teeth, steam coming off his ears. “i’m gonna fucking kill the nerd,” he proclaims, spoken like a man on a bloody mission.
raise your white flags, everyone, because bakugou katsuki, the great explosion murder god dynamight, is gonna blow up this shitty town to smithereens and leave only y/n standing.
kaminari sweat-drops, slammed on the face with his friend’s unadulterated fury. he just can’t handle katsuki’s pheromones. “you aren’t even sparring with him, dude. what are you talking about?”
the grin that katsuki flashes is what blossoms nightmares for everyone within the vicinity. “fuckin’ watch me.”
deku can do whatever he wants, but if it involves you? well, katsuki won’t be able to help but step in.
somehow, katsuki ends up sparring against deku, running high on anger and also to prove that he is better than this nerd. unsurprisingly, katsuki won.
(he should’ve known it wouldn’t end there.)
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“oi, bakugou, did you just come back?”
katsuki grunts in agreement, shouldering past kirishima who never wavers and continues to trail after him. the blond scans the area, ruby eyes piercing the poor souls who make eye contact with him.
“shitty hair, where’s y/n?” he asks, immediately in a pissy mood because you told him you’d be at the common room after he’s done hitting the gym.
“um.” kirishima hesitates. katsuki narrows his eyes at him and kirishima chokes on a nervous laugh.
“what the fuck is it,” katsuki demands. he’s not panicking—he’s not.
kaminari, with his mouth full of food, starts speaking, “i saw y/n go with midoriya to his room!” kaminari is missing the warning wide-eyed looks sero and mina are throwing him. “they’ve been there for a while now. wonder what they’re doing…”
katsuki stares. the atmosphere thickens as everyone falls silent. “ha?”
“denki,” mina hisses.
kirishima, ever the savior, reaches out to hold his arm, but katsuki evades before he can even touch him. “wait, wait, bakubro, i’m sure they’re not really doing anything—”
“shut the fuck up!” he barks, stomping away from the common room to make his way to shitty nerd’s room.
now, katsuki doesn’t usually consider himself the murderous type. he’s all die, die, die but it’s just blatant hostility, it’s not like he goes around killing classmates. you’re probably not into that.
deku, however? deku who had the nerve to invite you to his room while katsuki’s out? well, he better start one for all to get away as soon as possible because once katsuki reaches his goddamn door things are going to happen and it is not going to be fucking pretty, and fuck what anyone thinks—
katsuki slams the door open, brows knitted together furiously. “oi, what the fuck are you two nerds doing—!”
he cuts himself off, blinking at the sight of you and deku sitting next to each other.
deku quirks an eyebrow, looking surprisingly disappointed at the sight of katsuki—and that’s when it’s confirmed. the nerd was looking to get alone time with you! the thought makes him want to bash deku’s head on the wall right now.
“oh, katsuki!” you brighten. katsuki’s chest starts doing some weird things he tries his best to ignore in favor of glaring so hard at the green-haired dipstick. “did you just come back?”
“yeah,” katsuki answers albeit gruffly.
“kacchan, what are you doing in my room?” deku asks slowly.
just the thought of you alone with midoriya motherfucking izuku pisses him off to a deeply personal level.
he snarls at deku. “you fucking…”
you stand up and—thank god—away from deku. “what? wait, what’s going on?”
“shitty nerd!”
deku jumps at the noise, throwing a worried glance at you that you miss in lieu of staring worriedly at katsuki.
that was the last straw.
explosions spark in his palms. “YOU SHITTY FUCKING PISS ON A SHITRAG GET YOUR HANDS OFF BEFORE I EXPLODE YOUR FUCKING FACE INSIDE OUT—”
“kacchan! that doesn’t even make any sense!” deku cries out, moving hastily to push you behind him—but katsuki is faster, and how dare this nerd assume that katsuki would be so reckless as to hurt you!
a slam. footsteps scurrying around.
“HAAAAH!? your face won’t make sense once i’m done with you, fucking asswipe of a dickbag—come here!”
“where are you even getting those words!?”
“guys, stop!” you yell, effectively silencing both their mouths and their quirks that are starting to pop out of their skins. “you’re going to wake up everyone else if you keep going.”
katsuki snarls, tugging you to his chest with an arm around your waist. “get your hands off, deku. if i see you with y/n again—”
you snort, patting katsuki’s cheek. “katsuki, i thought we were keeping it secret?”
“and have shitty nerd flirting with you? fuck. no. this is the fucking line.”
“aw, you were jealous?”
deku squints, glancing between your bewildered face and katsuki’s possessive expression. “what…” he turns red. “w-w-wait, are you two…”
“y/n’s fucking boyfriend,” katsuki sneers, “and husband when we fucking get out of this shithole—got that, nerd? not a chance for you.”
“what!” you whirl in on katsuki, eyes round. “you’re planning to propose to me?”
katsuki stares, one pale eyebrow cocked. “are you gonna fuckin’ reject me or some shit?”
the entirety of UA learned not to make moves on that l/n from 1-A ever again, unless they wanted to face the wrath of bakugou katsuki. (they do not.)
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whenrainhitsmyskin · 11 months
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Dancing is a Dangerous Game
pairing: bakugo katsuki/reader
summary: reader and bakugo have been reluctant frenemies since their school days back at ua, their relationship consists of constant bickering and insults. what happens when they are forced into close proximity at their friend’s wedding?
4k+ words.
warnings: must be 18+ to read and interact, fem bodied reader, graphic smut, multiple orgasms, oral fem receiving, vanilla sex, orgasm delay, hickeys, manhandling, reader gets picked up, very tame insults, slight fluff, frenemies to lovers.
   - canon-verse, characters are aged up to mid-twenties.
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You hear the song change from afar. The smooth melody is just loud enough to reach your ears in a faint whisper. You spot some flowers that match the ones in the bouquet you are carrying in your right hand while you are wandering the grounds.
You hear a call for your name. You sigh out of annoyance, all you wanted was a little break from all the socializing, was that really too much to ask for?
Bakugo comes into your sight once you turn around. You blame the chill that suddenly attacks your skin on the breeze that catches on your long silk dress.
“Bride’s been askin’ for ya.” You roll your eyes, he scratches the back of his head, “Said she’s called but ya never picked up.”
“Yeah, I left my phone on the table inside, why the hell did she send you?” You say, taking in his appearance, a fancy black suit that matches the rest of the groomsmen, and a boutineer on his chest that’s the same as the flowers in the garden you were looking at moments ago.
He looks good just as much as he makes you angry. An unfortunate balance, caused by the cruel way the world works. 
“No need to be a bitch on our best friend's wedding day y/n.” He grinds his teeth and holds his arm out for you to latch onto, you shoot him a quizzical look, “The grounds uneven and you suck at walking in heels, either this or you fall on your face, both are fine by me.”
You guess there was a little more bite to your words than you meant based on his response.
You reluctantly grab on, similarly to how you both walked down the aisle. Your line of work rarely calls for dressing up, you can’t remember the last time you wore heels. 
He leads you back to the area the reception is hosted, a botanical garden that’s closed in panes of glass and an abundance of twinkling lights spread throughout. 
He lets go of your arm once you reach the edge of the dance floor where Mina is talking to her wedding coordinator and photographer. You set the flowers on a nearby table.
“y/n it’s about time you got here!” She squeals and embraces you, which you give into.
“Sorry, I just needed a little breather, what’s up?” You glance and Bakugo is near the rest of the groomsmen, seemingly gathering them up.
“I want the wedding party to dance to the next song all together with their pairings in the ceremony. Aiko gave me the idea and I think it would be so cute for pictures!” She says, talking with her hands enthusiastically.
Just as she finishes the last part you meet a pair of red eyes staring back at you, “So I’m dancing with Bakugo?” You ask.
“Precisely! Now go get the girls together!” She says as she prances off to go find the groom.
You think over the idea, the last thing you would ever want to subject yourself to is dancing with your least favorite person from your graduating class, but you wouldn’t dare disappoint your best friend on her big day.
You gather the rest of the bridal party, which mostly consists of other girls from class A and a couple of her closest cousins and friends from primary school.
Everyone goes and finds the groomsman that they walked down the aisle with, you reluctantly turn to find yours when you slam into a hard chest and nearly lose your footing. Somehow you don’t fall on your ass.
Oh.
Oh.
His large hands are on your waist holding you up from your near demise and his face is beat red as he’s looking down at you.
The weight of his hands are oddly comforting and that thought makes you want to vomit in one of the glasses the waitress is passing by you with.
“Let’s just get this over with alright?” He says gruffly with a sour look on his face. 
The song changes once more as he forcefully grabs your wrist and pulls you onto the dance floor, he maneuvers one of your hands to his shoulder and grabs the other one with his own. He begins moving along to the rhythm of the song.
Bakugo feels heat spread down his neck and up to his ears and his palm is sweating against your own, there’s a knot in his stomach that he so badly wants to believe is because of how much he loathes you.
He’s actually got some fancy feet for someone who is dangerously careless in the field. Each step is calculated, avoiding yours while still maintaining seemingly practiced movements. Another thing about him that just has to be perfect. 
“I can’t believe this is happening.” You complain, looking at all the other happy pairs dancing with one another, why couldn’t you have ended up with Denki or Sero? You would have gladly taken one of them over Bakugo. It’s almost like Mina and Kirishima wanted you to be miserable, or they wanted to provide you an opportunity.
“How’s come? It’s a wedding, people dance at these kinda things ya’know?” He says with annoyance.
“Because Bakugo,” you say, you hear him swallow, “dancing is a dangerous game.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, barring his vicious front canines, “I bet you’re having fun then, you seem to like a little danger, don’t you?”
His statement has you floored, and your jaw slightly dropped as you give him a questioning look. You are unable to tell if he’s reciprocating not only the hatred you have for him but the infatuation as well.
He removes the hand on your waist in favor of closing your mouth shut. “Would hate to ruin the photos.”
He turns both of your heads towards the photographer, you both shoot reluctant smiles until she moves onto other members of the party.
His hand returns to your waist and you continue dancing. A hot flush comes over you and you think you start to feel feverish. Other guests start to join in during the next song and that’s your cue to finally depart from him. 
He watches you walk away from him like you always have over the years. Just barely out of reach, leaving him with an empty pit in his heart.
You desperately need to find a familiar face that you don’t hate and that’s when you spot Denki unsuccessfully flirting with one of Minas old school friends, you drag him away by the collar of his blazer to the most opposite side where you abandoned Bakugo, trying to put as much distance between you and the longing feeling you have for him apart.
“Hey man what was that for?!” Denki pouts, “Oh shut it Sparky, I’m doing her and myself a favor.” You smile. He begins leading you into a borderline ballroom dance.
“C’mon I thought I was finally getting through to her. Hey what about your dancing buddy, guessing it didn’t last long before you two started verbally abusing each other?” He chuckles.
“Yeah, something like that.” You say, “Wanted to dance with someone I can actually tolerate.”
The rest of the night you fall into easy conversation with friends and those you haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with in a while.
After the newly wed sendoff you head back into the botanical garden to help take stuff down that the venue themselves didn’t provide.
After your job is done you grab your clutch and head outside to get an Uber back to the hotel that was booked out for all their guests.
You hear the crunching of gravel under footsteps walking towards you and when you hear them come up right behind you, your phone is snatched away.
“Hey what the hell?” You yell at whoever has taken it from you, Bakugo comes up in front of you, looks at your screen and powers off your phone, “I was booking a ride back, hand it over Bakugo.”
You attempt to grab it back, but he just holds it high out of your reach, just how you have always been to him. 
“I’m not letting some stranger drive you this late at night.” He says as he starts walking away, “C’mon I drove.”
“Who the hell do you think you are bossing me around?” You say tailing after him. All he does is shoot you a glare over his shoulder. 
He loves you chasing after him. All fiery and ready to bicker. It’s quite the contrast to past experiences where all you both want to do is get away from one another.
You finally reach his car, and he opens the passenger door. “Get in y/n.”
He sounds dangerous, it’s making you hot and bothered in all the wrong ways. 
“I’m not going anywhere with you, now please give me my phone back.” You plead, you’re shocked you allowed those words to come out of your mouth but you’re tired and can’t stand to be around him any longer. 
He’s equally as shocked and realizes he likes hearing you beg for something from him. So all he gives you is a shake of his head, wanting more of this. However, you’re uninterested in playing his game, it’s too late to be arguing like this tonight. 
“Fine.” You say, you shove past him and slide into the passenger seat. He shuts the door behind you, and you put on your seat belt. You’ve never seen the inside of his car, so you take a look at these new surroundings. 
It’s all smooth black leather and interior, with a really nice dashboard. It’s just so Bakugo. He joins you inside and starts the engine.
“How much have you had to drink?” You ask, not willing to put yourself in more danger than it is getting inside a car with a stranger.
“None, don’t drink.” He says, putting the car in reverse, “And you?”
“One, before the reception started.” You answer, although you don’t know why he would need to ask that, maybe this is his pathetic attempt at making small talk with you for the first time.
It’s completely silent besides the low rumbling of the car engine. The stillness of this moment is driving you insane. Maybe it’s time to let in.
“The wedding was…nice?” God you are so bad at this. It’s awkward and uncomfortable and has your knee bouncing up and down.
“Yeah, it was good, I’m happy for them.” He says, indicating left, heading into the turn lane and stopping at the light.
“Me too.” You smile, “It’s weird seeing some of our friends get married, it feels like we just graduated.”
He grunts in acknowledgement and glances down to your knee.
“Stop doin’ that shit it’s distractin’ me.” He commands pushing just above your knee with his hand, so your foot stays planted on the floor. The light flashes green and he turns left.
“Sorry.” You say, looking out the window. It’s been a few seconds and you realize he hasn’t made a move to remove his hand. It feels like it’s burning through your dress and melting into your skin. It’s violent, much like your feelings for him.
A few beats pass and you realize his hand hasn’t moved from your leg. You turn your gaze from the window and towards him. You catch him sneaking a glance down where his hand meets your dress.
Signals are firing throughout your nervous system. Your skin produces a sheen layer of sweat, and your hands tighten around your clutch. You close your eyes and attempt to regulate your breath.
After what feels like hours of semi-uncomfortable silence, he pulls into the valet drop off. He takes his hand off of you and opens the car door, you follow suit. He hands his key over to one of the employees and starts walking to the tall fancy doors. 
He opens it for you and follows closely behind. You head towards the elevator and press the button. You are so close to sleeping you can almost taste it.
The doors open and you both file in. Just another confined, small space Bakugo seems to take so much up of, just like your thoughts, which are running rampant right now.
Why did he care about your safety tonight when he never has? Why were his palms sweating so much while you were dancing when he learned to control that ages ago? Why did he leave his hand on your leg? And why the hell did you like any of this?
He presses the button to the 32nd floor and the elevator doors close. You can’t stand your own thoughts so you do the only thing you can think of to get rid of them and that is to voice them.
“Why did you keep your hand on my leg?” You ask with a shaky voice. The break of silence nearly startles him.
“Cause you would stop bouncin’ it.” He says.
“Didn’t need to keep it there.” You sigh, “Would have stopped if you just asked.” He hums and looks down at his shoes.
“Was it deliberate?” 
“So what if it was y/n.”
“Then I would’ve liked it.” Those words are what force him to snap his head towards you. He sees you are looking back at him expectantly, willing for him to give in. 
His brain feels like mush. He can’t tell what you’re trying to play right now, but he’s really hoping you finally want what he has been waiting for all this time.
“Dancing really is a dangerous game.” He mirrors your words from earlier that night, before the tension built up between the two of you.
“I guess I’ve always liked a little danger.” You answer his question from earlier. He sports another smirk on his face and steps over to you and grabs your face in his hands, “It’s a good thing you’re danger personified.”
“Yeah, you can’t get enough of it can you.” He traces your jaw with his thumbs, he glances down at your lips for a beat and back into your eyes, “Always coming back for more, after all these years.” 
“Yeah, keeps things interesting.” You say, and that’s when he finally closes the gap between you. His lips are all consuming, you hold onto his blazer to bring you closer to him.
The elevator chimes and the door opens, and the two of you pull apart. He abruptly grabs your wrist and pulls you out. He’s walking with haste, unlike early when he was dragging you to the dance floor.
He stops at what you assume is the door to his hotel room, he fumbles to get his key card out of his wallet, he finally retrieves it and unlocks the door. You follow in behind him and the door closes shut behind you.
He says your name and puts his arms above your head, caging you against the door, pressing your spine uncomfortably into the wood.
“You drive me fucking insane.” He sighs, he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against your own. You use this newfound closeness to study his features. He’s so gorgeous you can hardly believe he’s real. All sharp features and cutting edges, sculpted by God himself.
“Bakugo, I want you.” You breathe out the truth, “More than our games, I want you more than I hate you.” 
His eyes open once more. Searching your own to find any hint of doubt. He can’t see any, just your eyes clouded by possible arousal.
He gives your lips a light peck, and immediately pulls away and leaves you wanting more.
“y/n.” Your name, a statement, “You’re mine now, ya got that.” He lets out a heavy sigh.
“Fucking finally.” You say, putting your arms around his neck and kissing him. It’s purposeful and slow, clouding your mind with so much desire for him it fucking hurts. 
There’s something so intentional with the way he’s kissing you right now, each movement has its own meaning, pouring all the feelings towards you that have built up over the years you two have known one another. 
God, he doesn’t even remember what it felt like to breathe before kissing you. He cups your face with his hands in an attempt to stabilize himself. His heading is getting clouded with arousal, causing his crotch to press into your stomach, hoping for any pressure to hold him over.
You push his blazer off his shoulders, craving to map out the plains of his body with your fingertips, you dig your nails into the hard muscle of his back when he bites your lip and that’s when things start to get violent, just how it’s always been between the two of you.
Abruptly he grabs you by your thighs and holds you against the door to the hotel room, pining you with his hips. You forgot how fucking strong he is. All hard muscle and honey smooth skin, you wanna taste every inch of him. 
You move your hands from his chest and into his hair, it’s so incredibly soft. He grinds his hips into yours causing you to pull at the locks and let out a soft whine.
His mouth changes focus from your lips to your neck, assaulting it with every kiss, lick, nip and bite. You can feel him assaulting a spot on your neck thag you just know is going to bruise. God he is such a fucking tease you can’t tell if you want him to keep it up or slap him for not fucking you already. He finally pulls away, breathing heavily and a sincere look on his face, he says your name.
“Need ya to tell me what you want.” He says, “Don’t wanna take this too far.”
You would laugh if you didn’t know he was being dead serious. But instead, you give him a soft smile and a kiss to his cheek, causing him to redden.
“Katsuki, I want you to fuck me.” You say. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before responding.
“M’gonna fuck you so hard you see stars y/n.” And with that he kisses you and walks you deeper into the room before setting you down.
You begin to take the tie off of his neck and start working on the buttons to his crisp white shirt. Taut muscle and hard abs are revealed to your ogling eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot, how is this even fair?” You say, running your hands up and down his torso.
“Look who’s talkin’ princess.” He smirks at you, you turn around and bring your hair over to your shoulder, he grabs onto the zipper of your dress and pulls it down.
With every inch of you that’s revealed has him drooling like a dog, the lace of your panties finally comes into view, and he feels like he may faint. The fabric drops to the floor, and you turn around, and that’s when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra.
“God you are so fucking pretty.” He says, he goes back to kissing you and starts running his hands from your hips and up your body, replacing your clothes with his touch. He cups the undersides of your breasts and gives a light squeeze; your soft skin is pliant under the pressure.
His touch lights your whole body on fire, flamed by his ember and ignites something feral inside of you. You want him so bad it hurts.
He guides you back to the bed and your head hits the pillows, his arms are resting above your head, his biceps caging you in. He pulls away from your lips and begins kissing down your body.
A trail of his saliva now leads from your neck and down to the waistline of your panties.
“These are cute.” He says, pulling at the waist band, causing it to snap down to your hip. He begins peeling them off your body. Once they are completely off of you, he runs his thumb up and down your slit, then begins drawing light circles on your clit, “God you’re so wet f’me baby.”
“Fuck-fuck Katsuki, it all for you, all yours.” You whine. Your hips are twitching, and your breathing is heavy even though he has hardly done anything, you think he may have already ruined you.
After a few more moments the light touches aren’t enough and it begins to feel like torture, “Need-need more, fuck, want you tongue.”
“C’mon princess, if you wanna get what ya want I need to hear ya beg for it.” He smirks, stopping his ministrations completely. 
“Fuck that.” You whine. Oh my god you might actually strangle him, you have never begged him for anything and have never planned on it, but the aching between your legs hurts so bad you don’t know how much more of this you can take before finishing yourself off instead.
“I’ll keep going baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your clit, “All you have to do is ask.” And that’s when you start to think he’s a fucking sadist and he’s officially broken you.
“Fuck-please Katsuki, need you so bad.” You beg, “Want you just fuck-want your tongue and your hands, please.”
“There ya go princess, that’s more like it.” He says before diving into your slit. His tongue attacks your clit in the most gruesome way, it has your hips jolting off the bed and his calloused hands moving to hold them down.
Broken moans leave your throat, how are you already this close when he’s barely done anything at all?
He inserts two fingers into you. They go in with hardly any resistance considering how wet you are. He does something with his tongue that you know took him some practice and it has you crying out for him.
“Fuck, Katsuki gonna come.” You say, feeling the white-hot pleasure build up inside of you. But it slowly fades out when he pulls away from you, “What-no, why’d you stop?”
He comes up and kisses you, “Don’t want you cummin till’ it’s on my cock.”
He stands up and starts unbuckling his belt and takes it through the loops, then he takes his dress pants and briefs off all-in-one go, seemingly in a hurry to get back to you.
He joins you back on the bed after fishing a condom out of his wallet, tearing it open and sliding it on his leaking cock. He hovers over you and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead and another on your cheek. 
He rubs his cock up and down your slit, “You okay princess?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m good, want you.” You say. The sweetness of your tone pulls at his heart strings, along with the corners of his mouth.
“I’m right here.” He responds and begins slowly sheathing his cock inside of you. You both whisper curses.
“Katsuki your so big-fuck.” You say, digging crescent shapes into his shoulders with your nails, he hisses in pain.
“I know baby, I know-just breathe alright?” He coos softly, kissing your hairline and waiting for you to adjust to the stretch for a few moments.
“I’m good, I’m ready.” You say to him.
“Okay, I’ll start slow for ya.” And he keeps his promise. He slowly begins to pull out until just the head of his cock is left and slowly pushes back in.
He continues this until it starts to become pleasurable for you, your breathy moans and whines his sign. So he begins to fuck into you harder, and just a little faster.
He brings one of your legs around his shoulder to get as deep as possible and pulls back slightly so he can put a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. 
The sounds you are making are practically music to his ears and are slightly inflating his ego. He kisses you so he can get closer to them.
After a few more hard thrusts, hot white pleasure begins building up inside of you, you pull away from the kiss.
“K-Katsuki m’close, so close don’t stop.” You say, throwing your head back.
“C’mon princess, I know you want it, know you wanna come.” He continues his pace and quickens the movements on your clit and he has you cumming seconds later. And you think it may be the most intense orgasm of your life when he starts thrusting faster, riding out your release.
“I know you have another one in ya babe, c’mon just one more.” He says, the brutal pace never ceases, and moments later you're cumming for a second time consecutively, but this time with him.
Fuck your pussy is absolutely milking his cock dry. He bites your shoulder to keep him from moaning too loud, in favor of your neighbors. 
The room smells of sweat and sex, evidence of what just unfolded between the two of you, taking your mind out of its post-orgasmic trance.
You draw little designs on his back with the tips of your fingers while he comes down from his high, eventually he moves from the place between your shoulder and neck. 
“You alright princess?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’m good, really good.” You smile, “And you?”
“Never better.” His expression mirrors yours.
The rest of the night consists of cleaning each other up, soft kisses, brief touches and him walking you down the hallway to your respective hotel room. He kisses you good night and says he will see you in the morning for brunch.
You step out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby for brunch with Mina, Kirishima, the wedding party and their close family. You find the table where the wedding party has been seated and Bakugo intercepts you before you can reach it.
“Good morning.” You say. You can’t remember the last time you greeted him without something offensive coming before it, all familiarity long on.
“Good morning.” He says back, and you see an actual smile on his face, not a smirk or one he sports when he comes up with a good insult at you, but a soft one, just barely pulling at the corner of his lips.
You walk the rest of the way towards the table together and pull a seat out, gesturing for you to sit and moving it towards the table just before you are seated. He takes a seat right next to you.
After you are done ordering your breakfast, you spot Mina and Kirishima at another table looking at you and Bakugo, sporting knowing looks on their faces.
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star-light-imagines · 10 months
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can you do Bakugo x reader with an anteater quirk? like reader has massive powerful claws that can break through cement and they have really long tongue.. but they also have little round ears and a big fluffy tail
☆. ┊ Thanks you so much for your request, I hope you like what I came up with!
Hey, Fluffball.
☆.。.:* Includes- katsuki bakugo x reader. fluff. dating relationship. soft bakugo. teasing. protective boyfriend.
☆.。.:* Warnings- gn!reader! fluff, cute moments, nicknames, teasing.
☆.。.:* Word Count- 2,933
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The warm sun shined down from above as you stood barefoot on the sand, waves of cold clear water just inches from your toes. The fresh scent of sea salt engulfed your senses as a gust of wind blew around your body. 
Everything around you felt serene and peaceful, even the seagulls that were flying high up in the clouds seemed to relish in the bliss that you had the privilege of living in. You closed your e/c eyes slowly before inhaling deeply through your nose, the muscles in your shoulders relaxed. 
“Babe!” A husky voice echoed. 
You gently reopened your eyes as you searched for the direction of the voice, your head turning around the vast beach coastline. Your attention was caught by the blurry figure of a man in the distance, his strong muscular stature waved at you from down the beach. 
The heart in your chest started pounding like the persistent waves against the crumbing cliffs, the man called out towards you again and you couldn’t stop your feet from moving towards his voice. The first few steps were timid, unsure of whether to draw closer but once you had caught a glimpse of vermillion eyes, your steps quickened. 
“Babe! Come here!” The spiky blonde bellowed. 
A smaller figure appeared next to the larger man's figure as they both motioned for you to join them, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears as you started to race towards the two. Quick, rapid breaths let your mouth as you desperately ran down the beach to get to them, wanting nothing more than to be with the man who was calling out to you so lovingly and excitingly. 
The child was calling out to you happily as you ran, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying over your own breaths and the crashing of the waves on the sand beside you. 
Beep!
Your head jerked suddenly at the faint sound in your ears, before you looked back at the man just a couple of steps before you. A bright smile on his lips as he extended a hand towards you, his expression softening as he looked into your e/c eyes. 
His mouth opened to say something and your heart fluttered at the sight of the soft expression of love reflected in his vermillion eyes. 
BEEP!
You gasped loudly as the digital alarm blared and jolted you from your deep sleep. The quickened breaths dwindled down as you surveyed the dorm room with squinted eyes, the ‘6:00 a.m’ lighting up your face from the clock on the bedside table. 
You slapped a hand down to turn off the blaring noise, coming to terms with the fact you had to get out of bed for the day. Being careful of the claws you’ve become adjusted to, you rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes as you stretched and stepped out of bed. 
The little round ears on your head twitched at the sounds of doors opening and closing from the hallway, signaling to you that your classmates had also started to get ready for class that morning. 
You yawned loudly as you grabbed your uniform from your closet, a blush crept onto your face as your thoughts drifted to the dream you had been pulled away from. The vermillion eyes burned into your memory as you hid your face in the fabric in your hands. 
‘Bakugo..’
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The elevator doors opened with a chime as the bustling noise of your classmates greeted your ears. A low grunting voice made your heart skip a beat as you exited the elevator, your breath hitched as the ears on your head twitched and strained to make out the words of his faint voice. 
The tail behind you puffed up slightly in excitement, your steps quickened towards the lounge and kitchen area. When you stepped into the room, your eyes instantly caught the sight of the ashy blonde that occupied your mind day and night. 
“Good Morning Bakugo!” You greeted sweetly, a smile plastered on your face. 
“G’morning sleepyhead.” He greeted, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. 
He pulled a hand out from his pants pocket and extended it towards your head, his sharp brows pinched together as he ran his fingers through your hair fixing the remnants of bed head you had missed when brushing. 
Your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment at the slight affection he was showing you so early in the morning. You were used to his teasing behavior and sly remarks, but when he would switch to being caring and loving it always made your stomach flip. You were convinced he knew this too, and would pull out his sweet words when you least expected it just to see your reaction and tease you for it. 
“What’s wrong Fluffball? Your face got pink all of a sudden.” He teased with a smirk. 
You let out a huff of air as you pouted up at your boyfriend. “You know I don’t like being called Fluffball.” 
Hah!
His vermillion eyes narrowed playfully as he gave you a lopsided grin, showing his teeth. His hand extended out towards your head again, his warm fingers pinched one of the ears on your head sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth twitched from amusement as he caught the slight movement and the deepening blush on your cheeks, his eyes shined brightly as he stored that information away in his memory. 
“But it suits you so well! Fluffy ears, fluffy tail, you are a fluffball.” He teased with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“Why can’t you call me ‘Babe’ or ‘Love’ instead?” You asked, clear annoyance brimming at your tone. 
“Where’s the fun in that? You're a Fluffball, get used to it.” He said, grinning down at you. 
Bakugo intertwined his large hand with your smaller one, heat radiated off his skin and onto yours as he led you over to the breakfast that was prepared while you were still getting ready for school. 
You watched his back as you were dragged behind him, your eyes trailed along his wide shoulders and firm back before they caught onto the pink dusted ears peeking out from under his spiky hair. A small smile formed on your lips as your mind was flooded with thoughts of seeing him blush around you, for you. 
He stopped curtly at the buffet of breakfast food that Momo and Iida had prepared for everyone that morning, his hand loosened from yours as he reached for two plates and extended one towards you. Bakugo started to pile food onto his plate as well as yours with a grumble rumbling from his chest when he saw that you had only chosen a few things to eat. 
Bakugo leaned in closer to you, his body towering over you as he reached past your figure to grab a piece of toast. His lashes fluttered as he focused his attention on his actions, the overwhelming sweet scent of caramel flooded your senses. The jackhammering of your rapid heartbeat rang in your ears as you watched him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement running through your veins. 
Vermillion eyes locked with yours as he pulled back an inch, his face still close enough to where you could smell the mint toothpaste he had used that morning as he breathed. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of your tail swishing back and forth behind you, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. 
“Eat this.” He ordered, holding the piece of toast to your mouth. 
You looked at him with a raised brow before slowly lifting your hand to try and grab the piece of toast from him, but he moved it out of your reach. You narrowed your e/c eyes at him as he smirked at you from above and shook his head. 
“Let me feed you Fluffball.” He repeated with a sly smile on his lips. 
The blush on your face turned crimson at his words, the swishing of your tail stalled as it curled in excitement and your ears twitched ever so slightly as the fur felt as if it had been jolted with electricity. 
You opened your mouth timidly as you conformed to his request and let him hand feed you the piece of toast from his plate.
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Bakugo’s large hand was intertwined in yours as you two walked to class together,  his other hand placed firmly in the pocket of his pants. Your nose crinkled with happiness as you glanced at him as you walked down the hall holding hands with your boyfriend, you knew that you had found your soulmate. 
Your anteater quirk may have made you unique, but it was the love and respect Bakugo gave you made you believe you could actually be a hero someday. He had made it clear from the day you two spared against each other that he wouldn’t go easy on you, and he stuck by his word, he may of won against you easily in the beginning on the year but now that you had trained your quirk had grown strong enough to be more of a threat on the sparring mat. 
He saw the potential you had from day one and made sure you saw it too, making sure to give you notes and tips on your form and how to best use your claws in order to give more destructive blows. 
As you entered the classroom, the rest of your classmates greeted you warmly. They had witnessed your relationship blossom from the very beginning. They all knew how good you and Bakugo were for each other and how perfectly your quirks complemented each other in battle.
As you took your seats, Bakugo gave you a quick peck on the cheek before turning his attention to the lesson plan. You couldn't help but smile. It was moments like these that made you feel grateful for everything in your life.
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“Hey, Fluffball!” A husky voice calls out to you. 
The conversation you were having with Tsuyu paused suddenly at the deliberate call for your attention. You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned your head to the familiar voice, e/c eyes meeting the deep vermillion as he stared at you from across the classroom. 
“Yes Bakugo?” You questioned with a smirk playing on your lips. 
“Are you going to eat lunch with me or are you staying here with leapfrog.” 
Ahem!
“Rude.” Tsuyu scolded him with narrowed eyes. 
“I'm going to stay here today, we are talking about how Hatsume is upgrading our costumes and I want to get some more Ideas for it.” You explained with a bright smile beaming up at him. 
A rumble left his throat as he grumbled under his breath, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in frustration that he had to settle eating lunch with Kirishima and Sero instead of you by his side. 
“Fine, whatever.” He scoffed.
Bakugo stood from his seat, walking towards the classroom door before moving slowly, past your desk and leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You should start calling me Katsuki, Babe.” 
Your face flushed bright red at the words as he walked out of the classroom, leaving you a stuttering mess as you tried to answer Tsuyu’s questions on what Bakugo had whispered to you. 
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“Wait, remind me again. Who is Hatsume?” He asked, trying to remember the name. 
“Bakugo, really?” You laughed, giving him a lopsided grin. “She’s the support class engineer who fought against Iida in the sports festival.”  
“Oh yeah, the girl who wouldn’t shut up about her Inventions. Are you sure it’s a good idea to let her work on your support items?” He questioned. 
“Yeah, Ochaco and Midoryia both said she made great adjustments to their gear and mines in need of some desperate changes to accommodate my new skills.” You explained while thinking back to how you’ve been needing to update your costume since getting your provisional license but had kept postponing it. 
You opened the door to the support classroom with Bakugo beside you, the thick scent of smoke filled your nose and thick gray clouds escaped from the room from the opened door. As the smoke cleared you could see the pink haired girl jumping around the room excitedly as she continued to work on her various projects, not even noticing as you entered the room. 
“Welcome in, you here to get new support items for your hero costume right?” Power Loader confirmed as he looked at the form you submitted earlier in the week. 
“Yes, it would be nice if I could -” You started before getting interrupted. 
“OH! If you want support Items I have plenty!” Hatsume gushed excitedly. 
“I read the form too, you want something more comfortable and supportive of your claws right? But also something that can enhance the destructive power, since you can already break through cement it would be amazing to see how much more your claws could do with my baby’s help.” Her eyes lit up wildly as she examined your claws and hand sizes. 
“Just wait here, I have the perfect baby for you.” She exclaimed before running off to dig through the pile of support items she had stacked in a corner. 
As she threw items around to search for the one she had been looking for, a particular item had flown towards you. Bakugou quickly extended out a hand to grab the discarded support item in his hands and set off the crackling explosion in his palms as his annoyance bubbled over at the girl. 
“HEY! MOTOR MOUTH! WATCH IT!” He fumed, his lips drew back in snarl. 
“Opps! I found what I was looking for though! Here, try these.” Hatsume cheered as she handed you the support item to try on and started to explain how it worked and what it would enhance for you. 
At first the invention had seemed great and you were contemplating adding it to your hero costume, when you noticed the smoke starting to radiate from the support item. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process what had happened to it, whereas Bakugo had much quicker thinking time and reflexes. He tore the support item out of your hands and threw it across the room with rapid breaths as his chest rose and fell. 
The small explosion that followed was not caused by the ashy blonde standing beside you, but the support item that he discarded across the room that had just been in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked back at Bakugo whose eyebrows were furrowed heavily as he stared at the pink haired girl who was mumbling about her other inventions. 
“THAT’S IT!” He scowled angrily. 
“I can’t take anymore of this insanity, power loader you better make sure whatever crazy eyes here creates for y/n doesn’t explode!” He ordered before interlocking your hand with his and dragged you out of the room. 
As you walked back to your dorm room, Bakugo's grip on your hand tightened. "I'm not letting anything happen to you," he said, his voice low and fierce. You squeezed his hand in response, grateful for the unwavering support he had always shown you.
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“I had a really good dream about you last night.” You mumbled happily as you laid your head on his chest. 
His chest rumbled underneath you as he chuckled.”Oh? What happened in this dream of yours, Fluffball.” 
“We were on a beach, it was really peaceful and we were older but not too much older than we are now.” You start relaying your dream to him as you close your eyes to remember the details. 
“Hm. Sounds boring.” He teased as he ran his fingers gently through your hair, ever so slightly brushing against your ears every now and then. 
A shiver ran down your spine at the contact of the warmth radiating from his hand connecting to the small round ears on your head, your tail curling with excitement as you breathed out peacefully and your lashes fluttered closed. 
“It was peaceful and serene. The day was perfect, we didn’t have to work, there were no villains needing to be taken down, no wars to fight. We were just enjoying the bliss while it lasted and-” You stopped suddenly, your breath catching in your throat as you remembered the small figure that appeared. 
“And?” He urged you to continue. 
“And I’m pretty sure we had a child with us too.” You mumbled, a blush crept on your face as you tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks by rubbing your face into his chest. 
“You're right, that does sound like a really good dream.” Bakugo commented after a moment of silence between you. “I’ll make sure to make that dream come true for you.”
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☆○o。A/N: Would you look at that, I didn't write him cussing in this one. I figured I should at least have one post where he wasn't cussing the whole time.
I'm sorry that this is shorter than my other works, but I wanted to keep this one more light and flowy.
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Smoke and Mirrors(Bakugō Katsuki x Reader)
A/N, not important: Oh wow look, something I forgot to ever post(jk this was written b4 I had a tumblr). Uh, sorry about it, I just felt like y'all needed to suffer too. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
Tw: old writing, female hinted(sorry), reader puts on makeup, seriously I wrote this a long time ago, Bakugo being a jerk, rejected confession, badly written sad, not beta read, honestly I haven't read this since I last wrote it like 2ish years ago
Words: 1100
Summary: Yes or No may be the normal answers to a confession, but Bakugō can always find something worse to say.
Just being near Bakugō Katsuki was intoxicating. The way a slight smell of caramel and smoke drifted from him, the way his bright red eyes shined in the light, the way his facial expressions changed as he was thinking things over. Even his brash, can-do attitude enticed you. There were so many factors pulling you into him. Not that any of this mattered to him though.
"Hah! How could I ever love someone as useless as you? You’re worse than Deku, always blabbing on and on about stupid things and being such a crybaby when you get scared." He said, mocking you. The same ruby red eyes that once drew you in were now throwing you out, flashing with anger and disgust at you merely being in his presence. How rude can this guy get? All this hatred for a simple confession? Tears started brimming at your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, not particularly wanting to break down in front of him and have his opinion about you being a crybaby be confirmed.
"I'm sorry if my confession offended you, just thought you'd wanna know." You retorted, turning on your heel as you left the classroom, wiping your eyes as you went. "Sorry for wasting your time Bakugō, it won't happen again".
"It'd better not! Come near me again with any sappy stuff and I'll blast yer brains in!"
Whoever said 'the worst they can say is no' has obviously never met someone like Bakugō. All you could do is hold in your tears as you walked away from class 1A and back into your dorm room. You were so glad you decided to do this at the end of the day and not during lunch like you originally planned. Your pace turned into a borderline run, wanting to go to your dorm room as soon as possible. You open the door to the 1-A dorms as the dam finally breaks, tears running down your face as you walk in.
Fortunately, Tsuyu and Uraraka were the only two people in the dorms at the moment. Unfortunately, they were in the dorms at the moment and witnessed you walk through the dorm like the mess you are. Both of them turn their attention away from the television and onto you, your face red and puffy from holding back the tears now pouring down your face.
***
Tsuyu and Uraraka trying to comfort you was a really sweet gesture, and it was kinda helping. Not really, but it's the thought that counts. You stared at the ceiling as they consoled you about the harsh rejection Bakugo gave you.
"It isn't like his opinion really matters, you'll get over him soon enough! Plus, now you don't have to worry about whether or not he likes you, so that's nice. And you shouldn’t be worrying much about dating anyways, we're just first-years.” Uraraka says cheerfully. You appreciated her trying her best to comfort you, you had no idea what you would do without her here to help. Cry probably, but that's beside the point. You were a bit jealous of Ochako though, not that you’d ever admit it. She never has to worry about Midoryia insulting her when she finally gets the courage to confess to him. 
Tsuyu nods her head in agreement with Ochako. “He was a big jerk, ribbit, but now you know just how big of a jerk he was, so it might be easier to lose the crush on him, ribbit.”. You groaned and turned over, shoving your face into your soft pillow. 
“Maybe you guys are right. I might be able to get over him now. I wish I didn't have to though. Hearing him say all that really hurt.” You said, although your words were a bit muffled as you haven't removed your face from your pillow just yet. Tsuyu nods in agreement to your last statement, rubbing your back comfortingly. Both Ochako and Tsuyu leave, but not before giving you a few more speeches on how amazing you are, and how Bakugou never deserved you anyway. It felt nice to know they cared about you, even if Bakugou didn’t.
Your eyes felt heavy as you thought about the day, silent tears falling down your face as you came to terms with the fact that your crush called you useless. That he thought no more of you than the dirt under his boot. And as much as you hate to admit it, it hurts. It hurts so, so very bad.
When you finally fell asleep, your eyes were red and puffy, your lips swollen from being chewed and bitten so much to try to keep quiet. And if a few sobs escaped despite your valiant efforts last night? Well, nobody has to know.
***
Waking up was hard in the morning. Well, it always was, but today especially. Your alarm went off at a time that felt way too early to be right, your head feels like it’s being crushed in a vice, and your face was still hot and gross looking from all the crying you did last night. All in all, you felt like garbage. You dawdled your way through getting dressed. It isn’t like brushing your teeth a bit longer and more tired than usual really matters. Who really cares if it takes you a few extra minutes to get your tie right, your hands were feeling numb anyway. And so what if your makeup was really only partially done? Not like anyone would notice. You only were using it to cover up your face because it still had some evidence of tears.
The walk to class also took you longer than usual. Who could blame you though, with your headache and heavier than usual limbs? You barely noticed you were moving, and were surprised when you looked up to see the classroom door. You open it begrudgingly and trudge in, happy to have finally made it, but dreading all the schoolwork you have to do today. Iida’s all too loud voice welcomes you, and you know it’s with good intention, but you can’t help but glare at the unwanted sound that's now echoing throughout your head. You deliberately avoid eye-contact with Bakugo, choosing to look around the already familiar room instead. You plop down in your seat behind Midoriya, finding your notebook and a pencil so you can be ready for whatever Aizawa Sensei throws at you. You look at the back of Bakugo’s head one last time and close your eyes. Your friends were right, love really isn’t all that worth it.
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JERK BOYFRIEND | KATSUKI BAKUGO
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“he’s just so… i don’t know” you said rolled your eyes, looking to your childhood best friend who had a disapproving look on his face. “he doesn’t treat you right, you know” he says gruffly.
“i know, but he’s really nice to me sometimes and and don’t know i kinda like him” you reply, katsuki looks off and scoffs “whatever” he mumbles off to himself. katsuki never really approved of your relationships and you never understood why.
“what about you katsuki, how’s it going with the new little girlfriend” you slightly tease, trying to take some tension off of the current conversation. “yeah no, we didn’t end up together…” he trials off, you thought he would’ve been more sad about it but you guess not.
“oh.. that sucks” you try your best of conslue him, “yeah” he mumbled back, he stared into your eyes. you look down peeking at the grass below the both of you two. your eyes scanning your environment. the light breeze, the flowers dancing in the wind.
katsuki continue to stare are you like it was the first time he’d ever saw you. since you’ve known eachother, you both had always been extremely close. you were always tightly knit together.
despite his gruff and tough demeanor, he was awfully soft,  and he didn’t understand why you were torturing yourself with this idiot, idiot boyfriend of yours.
his eyes roll, “i could be better than your little jerk boyfriend” he whispered, his eyes looking up into yours. “what” you laughed slightly, asking him to repeat wha he said. “i could be better than him” katsuki‘s ears turned red as he repeated his words.
he knew you probably didn’t feel the same way, but it felt good to get this off his chest, right?
“oh yeah? prove it katsuki.”
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ilynemesis · 1 year
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uhm uhm.
hi.
First of all i wanna tell u that i love your work a lot...
so, if it's ok with u, can you write a bakugou x gamer!reader
like when they both arrive home after UA and just start playing games together with the others (kirishima , sero , mina , tsuyu , denki...etc. those dudes you know)
and at the weekends when they all come to the readers house (yeaaaa we're rich hehehe ) to play games together such as football games and stuff ?
and actually i cant stop thinking about how fun and funny would be the whole bakusquad playing an among us game :))))
hope im not asking for a lot of things, if you're not comfortable about writing that just forget about it!!
thx a lot.
~Rui
hi Rui, thank you for requesting and supporting my work! mwah ♡
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bakugo x gamer! reader
katsuki was a hardheaded unsentimental person most of the times, but he was always a gentleman to you. everyday he would walk you home from school, but for his sake he described his behaviors as, "tch, there might be villains or shit around your house." so here you are, walking with bakugo to your house; but this time it was different. at school you invited him to come into your house to play some video games. you were a known gamer nerd, always playing the newest games and being damn good at it.
so it didn't surprise bakugo that you asked him to play video games with you, and to your shock, he accepted. walking along the pathway to your house you ask him what games to play when you arrive. "so, whatcha wanna play? I have it all."
"of couse ya' do, you nerd." he teases. you playfully punch his arm and giggle softly, "says you, you practically jumped in joy when I asked you. I could see it in your eyes." he scoffs, "stop lyin' and, I don't care what we play. you're gonna lose to me anyways."
you walk up the steps to your house, unlocking the door and gesturing him to come in. he's walked you home for months, but surprisingly has never been inside. you grab him arm and pull him upstairs and to your room where your new playstation four and pick up controllers for both of you. sitting down closely beside eachother you scroll through your library, picking a football game, "madden."
after two hours go by of you relentlessly beating him, destroying his massive ego and self esteem. he grunts and decides to rage quit, lightly throwing his controller into your lap. "this is bullshit' you're cheatin or something," he says. you laugh loudly at his destroyed demeanor, "what happened to you beating me?"
katsuki scoffs at your sentence, and you start feeling buzzing in your pocket. you pull out your phone, seeing that mina was calling you. you answer it, "hey mina? what's up!... yeah bakugo's with me, we were playing a game... sure! we'll play with you!"
bakugo scoffs, "why'd you accept? I'm not playing with those extras." you bonk the side of his head with your controller, "mina invited us, stop being difficult!" you switch the game to among us and enter the 1A groupchat call. bakugo pulls out his phone with a grumble and loads among us.
"guys guys! y/n and bakugo are here!" mina squeals.
"about time, you guys made me think you wouldn't come." denki says.
"tch, I didn't want to, y/n forced me to come." bakugo expresses.
"come on bro! it'll be fun, you'll see." kirishima assures.
after a few minutes of talking you finally start the game; you and sero get imposters and you snicker evilly. you pretend to do tasks in admin but end up killing mina, hearing a whine from the groupchat call. you look over at bakugo to make sure he didn't see you kill her, and you notice that he looks unamused playing the game.
you mute your mic, "katsu, come on.. play the game with us." he looks at you and grumbles, "tch, I only wanted to play with you. not these brainless extras." you widen your eyes in surpise from his response, you propose an idea, "hmm.. lets make bets." he looks at you with a slight grin on his face.
"when I win, I'll take ya out somewhere." he says. you smile and nod your head, turning away from him and focusing on the present game. you all communicate on who could be the imposter, and end up voting sero.
"hah, knew it was flat face." bakugo says.
"oh come on!" sero whines.
"focus guys, we have one more imposter, ribbit." tsuyu says.
you agree with her and tell everyone to focus on finding the second imposter, even though it's you. you sabotage the lights, and end up killing two people on the way to electric; kirishima and denki. you make it to electric and meet jiro there, working on fixing the lights. as the lights turn on you pretend to find the bodies and report them.
"damn, kirishima and denki died. mina, you owe me ten dollars, I told you denki would be one of the firsts to get killed." jiro says.
"ribbit, I suspect bakugo, I didn't see him anywhere. he probably killed them then raced off somewhere, ribbit" tsu guesses.
"I DIDN'T DO ANTHING FROG FACE!" bakugo says with a scowl.
"you're being suspicious bakugo." you say, grinning.
"I agree, plus, you yelling isn't doing anything but bring more suspicion. I'm voting bakugo." jiro says.
you and tsuyu agree, earning a scowl from bakugo as he looks at you; you stick your tounge out playfully. bakugo gets voted out and you resume back to the game. you follow jiro into medbay and pretends to go on the scanner, then you quickly kill her. running out and venting to comms where you see tsuyu doing tasks in storage. you walk to her and stab her, ending the game in victory.
"well y/n won!" mina says, unsurprised. you were the known gamer after all.
"good, at least my teammate won." sero says with a sigh, feeling victory.
"you were the first person to get voted out!" denki says.
"yeah yeah, who's up for a round two?" sero says. everybody agrees, loading in a new game. you look at bakugo who has his brows furrowed.
"guys, sorry. bakugo and I are going to go." you say as you log off. you earn a line of "goodbyes" and end the call. you scoot over to bakugo and lean on his shoulder, "so, you didn't win." bakugo sighs, he really did want to take you out. you smile to yourself, you already knew what you wanted your prize to be.
"since I won, I'd like my prize." you say, looking at bakugo. he looks back at you, "tch, what is it? twenty dollars or somethin?" you put your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face.
"a kiss from you."
let's just say, you both started walking home together hand in hand.
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CHAPTER FOUR ~ masterlist
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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Katsuki Bakugo loves it when you enthusiastically babble about your day.
Maybe you're straddling his waist on the couch as you two settle in for the evening, while the incomprehensible sounds on the TV behind is casting a relaxing atmosphere around you.
And there you are, tripping over your own words while prating for hours about fun trivial events of your day.
And he's listening -he absolutely is- so don't let the sneaky fingers dancing on your thighs, or the eager lips trailing soft kisses along your neck mislead you, because he truly is listening.
He loves the way your voice gets all squeaky when you're excited about small things, and the way your arms flail as you struggle to convey something that your words failed to express.
_ "Uh huh I see, and what did they do after that?"
And his voice is incredibly sweet and gentle as he coaxes you to carry on, his smile grows and he wishes you would never stop talking..
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ayustuff · 2 years
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Just some AgedUp!ProHero!B. Katsuki x Fem!Reader, conversationz, Nsfw!!! and no actual activity.
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“Why dont you have bra on?” Katsuki said beside you.
“Then why are you looking at it?” you grinned.
“Its a-attracting me so put some... bra on.”
“Oh really you think its attractive when you see my nipples poking my shirt?”
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“Mornin' princess, did you slept well?”
“I didn't slept well. My dream is so bad. Can you help me forget it?” you smirked.
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“Just a little quicky”
“No, Katsuki, what if they caught us-”
“Says the one who sent me a nude while in a work meeting”
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oliverrevengers · 2 months
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officialising fever — katsuki bakugo/m.reader.
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it was about five in the morning when y/n got an unexpected call from his somewhat boyfriend. katsuki and him were always living in a ‘will-they-won’t-they’ kind of relationship, everyone knew they loved each other, they know they love each other, but there’s heavy fear of commitment coming from the both of them.
but their domestically obvious acts made everyone confused with why they don’t just make it official. times like these, where katsuki gets so extremely sick that he is barely capable of calling only one person unless he wants to pass out and he immediately calls y/n. it made y/n’s head hurt as he strides towards the other boy’s dorm. why are they tip toeing around the bush? for five years now?
y/n had the key for katsuki’s room, because.. of course, he does. the soft sunrise was the only source of light in the room, the bundle of blankets that was once the katsuki bakugo, now lay in a small ball and let out a small groan to let y/n know that he is aware of his presence.
y/n couldn’t help but chuckle and close the door lightly behind as to not awake any one up. he walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge. his hand slowly rubbing up and down on katsuki’s blanket-covered back. “you alive?” y/n asked. katsuki turned around to look at y/n with a beet red face, raspy and groggy voice, “doesn’t feel like i am.”
“you toke something?” y/n pushed the blonde hair sticking to his boy’s forehead, completely unbothered by the sweat and stickiness from the fever. katsuki grumbled which translated to ‘yes, i did.’.
they both sat quietly together for a few moments. just katsuki’s sick, heavy breathing and y/n’s cold hand that has found itself under katsuki’s shirt on his bare skin. it was a chaste act, just comforting and loving. y/n suddenly spoke, “you ever want us to be official?”
“huh?” katsuki opened his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, ‘the hell is this guy talking about so suddenly?’ katsuki thought himself. y/n sighed , glancing at the clock on the bedside table; only twenty minutes left until they both had to head to class. it was winter, the sun was barely out even though it was already morning.
“i don’t know.. i just.. i just want us to be together.”
“we are together. are we not together?” katsuki’s voice was gruff and anyone could easily tell that it was painful for him to speak. y/n knew it was selfish and mean to make him engage in this conversation when he was sick, but they had to have it at some point. y/n shrugged, “no, we are, but again we’re not?”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, “we do everything couples do.” he said. he could feel y/n’s hand leave his skin, “eh, not everything.” y/n chuckled, seemingly proud of his dumb joke. katsuki groaned, “i’m too sick for your horny.” they both laughed before falling into silence again.
katsuki’s mind started to wander. he knew why he wanted to prevent putting a label on him and y/n’s relationship. “i’m scared shit will hit the fan the moment we call each other boyfriend. all shit always hits the fan.”
y/n tilted his head to the side, looking at katsuki who continued to look up and not at him, “i’m not going anywhere, katsuki. the title won’t make it hurt less if something happens and we have to part ways, which, fyi, will never happen. i’ve been dealing and loving your ass for almost all our lives, it’s routine and peaceful, i’m staying for better and most importantly for all the worst.”
katsuki turned his head, finally looking at y/n, “you’re right.” he never did that with anyone. it was enormously hard for him to ever speak this freely, this calmly and openly, but that was always the case when he was with y/n.
he taught katsuki how to be. how to love and how he should be loved. how to take breaks and how to prioritise himself. how to deal with his anger. how to be good. katsuki knew that if it were not for this boy that he met when he was four years then he would be doomed.
y/n leaned down and placed a small kiss on katsuki’s lip. “i’ll get you sick.” the blonde mumbled, yet his hands cupped y/n’s face, keeping their lips close and noses touching.
y/n was late that day, and for all the next week that katsuki was sick.
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rose4958 · 10 months
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Does anyone else just have fics pop into your head at random moments only to not be able to find them? 
This is the second fic today that just won’t leave my head but I can’t find it...
It's a bakugou x reader (might be yandere can’t remeber) fic where the reader gets sent a link to the dark web by a friend. They don’t realize it was a way for someone to hack into their camera and is now being watched. Bakugou ends up watching the reader and finds out they are a fan of his... seeing some certain NSFW things they look up while watching them....
I can’t find it and my dumb brain wont let me rest until I do...
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sixosix · 2 years
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Hi there!
I recently just discovered your page and omfg I love the writing sm 🫠
AhEm. If I may request a small drabble, I thought of bakugo meeting the reader while he's working with todo and deku, if possible a female reader <3
They're probably out on a patrol for endeavor and he stumbles upon her from another agency and catches himself simping bc 😼 let's be honest I feel like he can be a real simp sometimes if it's the right person. (COUGH COUGH US)
Mwahs <3
a/n i love ur pfp so much :( <3 izuku is just the cutest, wc 1k
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in your defense, you genuinely did not know, nor did you consider the possibility of it ever happening—even in another universe, or the alternate timelines in those universes! because if someone told you:
hey, did you know that that ua student bakugou katsuki will ask you out on a date today?
you would laugh and cackle as if that someone just cracked a knee-slapping joke, and you would tell them that they should sleep more or seek a psychiatrist. because that is bullshit and false information and you are not like papa. 
but this universe is bullshit so the last things you expect to happen, all happen on the same day.
a villain attack at your school
you gape at the towering heap of charred rubble—your supposed-to-be school building, which had seven floors, complete with a pretty view from the rooftop—in front of you, like if you stare at it longer it will reveal itself as an illusion and you can go back to school.
your bag slips from your arms as you yell, “are you fucking kidding me?”
today was supposed to be a good day. exams finished and you’re free from schoolwork and activities, now welcome to come back to the slow pace of lazy school days—but you can’t have that in a school building that doesn’t exist.
“wish i fuckin’ was,” a gruff voice replies.
2. for the bakugou katsuki to be one of the heroes who arrived at the scene.
“oh— holy—uh,” you snatch your bag from the ground, staring dumbfoundedly as bakugou appraises you with one eyebrow raised. “i’m sorry, i didn’t see you there.”
but instead of laughing at your fast 180, bakugou grins wolfishly. “you’re not supposed to be here, princess. how did you get here? you feeling risky or just plain stupid?”
you can’t help the sharp glare. “don’t play with me. how was i supposed to know that you heroes were too shitty to prevent mass destruction?”
sirens wail from behind. from the corner of your eyes, you see deku and shouto guiding the civilians affected to emergency vehicles—while, of course, dynamight doesn’t bother because he’d rather not do that when he has two shitty extras to do it.
bakugou snorts. “ha. say that to endeavor’s face, not mine.” he tilts his head back but still meets your stare; you feel a little tingly from the sensation of having all of his attention on you. didn’t they say that he doesn’t bother with people he doesn't know? “why? you think you can do a better job?”
…is this flirting?
is he flirting with you right now or are you just blinded by the extremely attractive smirk on bakugou’s face?
“aren’t you supposed to help them gather civilians?” you murmur, and you hope bakugou doesn’t catch on the way your heart is tumbling around. “you’re just proving me right the longer you talk to me here.”
bakugou’s ruby eyes roam around your face. “shitty heroes don’t check on civilians to see if they’re injured.” piercing doesn’t seem to be enough of an adjective for bakugou’s eyes—it’s more like a rush of air getting snatched from your lungs. “good thing i’m the goddamn best.”
this guy…
“well?” you raise your arms and he very much checks you out without shame. “am i injured?”
obviously, you’re not. but you might as well play along while you’re at it.
“no.” he grins, all sharp teeth and charm. “you’re free to go. too bad your school’s nothing but pointless right now so you have nothing to do today.”
he quirks an expectant eyebrow and you gape at him.
“are you—are you asking me out?”
3. getting asked out by the most handsome ua student that you were smitten with when catching the sports festivals.
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katsuki grunts, gauntlets nearly hitting todoroki’s face as he rages. “so you’re telling me that we weren’t even fucking needed to beat the criminal? why am i here then? to play patty cake?”
“it’s not just about beating the villain, bakugou,” icyhot says, melting the frost that began to cover his hand. so annoying.
stupid deku splutters, hands flailing, “kacchan i’m so sorry!”
“yeah, you better be!” he snarls at him, hands itching and restless as tiny sparks start to come off. and he can’t even relieve it because shitty deku already caught the fucker before the rest arrived at the scene.
icyhot shakes his head. “don’t apologize, midoriya. it’s not your fault that you ran into the villain. i’m glad you’re safe.”
katsuki rolls his eyes while deku wails a garbled, “todoroki-kun!”
a medic waves at them. “hey, you three! you’re heroes, right? help us round up everyone!”
deku straights, “coming!”
todoroki nods, “yes.”
katsuki scoffs, spinning around halfway to leave the area. “i’m gonna check something.”
from what he could see, the damage is more on the building than the civilians. the quirk, although weaker, was similar to shigaraki’s. but deku and icyhot (while endeavor beat the shit out of the person who attempted to sneak an explosive into a high school) evacuated everyone inside.
he sees someone standing across the mess.
“are you fucking kidding me?”
katsuki finds himself relating to that.
and as he studies your flustered face at his unexpected arrival, he finds himself thinking… well… you aren’t too bad.
you have a mouth on you, too. playing fire with fire.
he’s never seen you around before, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t see you again because things will get boring again.
unfortunately, katsuki couldn’t hear your answer, because endeavor is roaring, and deku and todoroki are frantically looking for him (more on deku with the frantic part).
“oi,” he yells at you while he’s being dragged away, and you’re still staring at him with pretty cute wide eyes, “that cafe over there. you better be there in an hour, got it!?”
you’re out of earshot by now, but katsuki can see the way you nod dazedly; he smiles to himself, like a pleased cat.
“kacchan, why is your face red? are you okay? are you sick? a quirk? did that girl do something to you?”
“shut the fuck up, i have a date later.”
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a/n UMMMM tbh i feel like this isnt exactly what u requested but i got really inspired by the 'out on a patrol' scene and bakugou immediately taking an interest -- hopefully without it being too ooc
but thank u for reading (´ ε ` )♡
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