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‘Message Recieved” - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: This is a gift for @mcchristinaconlinobeyme who wrote me lovely little fanfic in return 💖

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: Stalker-ish and abusive tendencies from reader’s father, Bakugou’s filthy language

Summary: You thought your villainous father was out of your life for good. Until the letters began to arrive.

Word Count: 2.5k

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It was little things at first. You couldn’t help but notice your name on flyers when you would go into the city. When men would bump into you in the street and before you had time to apologise they’d have run off without a trace. U.A. knew of your fathers history which is why they felt it necessary to have you be under more protection at school.

Though soon enough you just began to think that all those little occurrences were nothing but that, your plagued mind worrying yourself that something was bound to happen. But the teachers were taking care of you, nothing was going to change that.

Until the letters began to come.

Suspecting it was another student leaving small love letters out for you, you didn’t particularly pay much interest in it. The notes saying things like ‘Hello Y/N’ and ‘I’ve missed you a lot’. But one night as you were fading into sleep you heard the small drop of paper onto your balcony. Itching your eyes you feigned awakeness to try and see above you if someone was there and dropped it onto your balcony below. But all the lights were off on the floor above. Opening the envelope your blood ran cold, your feet stepping back until you tripped and landed with a heavy thud.

When are you going to come back home to me Y/N?

Nothing could stop the wave of tears from flowing down your face or the choked sobs falling out your mouth, you could’ve woken up the whole floor but you didn’t care as the shock settled in. You were doomed. It wasn’t until there were loud raps banging on your door that took you out of your swampy wallowing. You didn’t even wipe your face as you went to open the door, your hands shaking as you twisted the door handle- expecting to see your father there.

“Can you keep the noise down idiot some people are trying to slee-“ Bakugou stood in front of your door, hair disheveled from his rudely awoken slumber. “What’s up with you?

It wasn’t common knowledge for a lot of the students to know about your father since you had been placed under witness protection. The teachers felt it better that way also as a means for the other students to not think of you any differently from themselves.

“I need to see Mr Aizawa.” Your hands had unbeknownst to you; crushed the paper. You’d been safe for so long, why now? Why when you’re finally happy why does it have to crawl right back up to you?

“Yeah.” His answer was curt but he could see you not even taking the effort to move, or even look him in the eye. Bakugou knew something was immensely off. “Look. I’ll take you there.”

Bakugou’s hand finds the small of your back as he tries to guide you towards the elevator so you two could head to Aizawa’s room. Bakugou took a short glance at you while you waited in the elevator. He didn’t like seeing you like this, pale, sickly. And your eyes looked like they wanted to set that small piece of paper alight. Right now, he would give anything to take you out of how you’re feeling.

When you finally reach Aizawa’s dorm room, you don’t even lift an arm to knock so Bakugou proceeds for you. It takes a few moments for him to awaken and answer the door, his eyes gleaming with anger as to why you’re here.

“You two better have a good reason for being up on a school ni-.”

“I think my dad is trying to get me back.” You uttered.

It was the first time you spoke in that whole few minutes of making your way up the dorms and it felt like years of silence. Aizawa’s gaze lifted with a look of worry, asking you to continue.

“I didn’t really think about it at first, but I’ve seen things when I’ve been outside. Posters with my name on it and small threats. I figured it was just something dumb but it had to be him. A few nights ago I started getting these letters on my balcony, they were harmless so I thought one of the other students was playing a prank on me. Until I got this one.”

Your hand shakily lifted the crumpled envelope and Aizawa took it and scanned it over. Sighing as he prepared himself to speak.

“Do you think he’s trying to get you to join him in his criminal activity?” Aizawa asked, yet before you could speak Bakugou piped up; clearly confused by the interaction.

“Criminal activity? Y/N? Is someone going to tell me what’s happening here?” Bakugou did his best to keep the volume of his voice lowered but it still stuck out sharply in the empty halls. His hands crackling with annoyance as he struggled to understand the context.

“Bakugou that’s enough from you.” Aizawa’s eyes gleamed of his quirk and the small popping and smell of caramel soon dissipated. “You’ve heard enough now go back to your dor-“

“Actually Mr Aizawa, I’d prefer it if he stayed.” Your voice sounding slightly more confident than before, looking to Bakugou who’s shock rang in his eyes. He was just happy that you wanted him there. His defensive presence was almost… calming.

Aizawa acknowledged your wishes and asked you both to wait as he contacted the other teachers to be on the watch out for any disturbances on school grounds. He agreed that he’d take the night to keep watch but the teachers tomorrow would have to set up a schedule.

“Now I know you can handle yourself Y/N, but I’m trusting you Bakugou to make sure she gets to her dorm safely.” His eyes shot between the two of you, sympathy washing over you as he glanced at your sickly expression. “We’ll keep everyone safe.”

And with that Bakugou walked you both back to your dormitories. Not wanting to deal with the silence for any longer, Bakugou broke it with a sigh before speaking.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but your dads a villain?”

You nodded, you knew everyone would do their best but your father was sneaky, manipulative. He played games no one knew how, and it terrified you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? All the messages, the ways to get into your head. It was suddenly all at once eating you alive, the feeling of eyes all over your body.

“Thank you. For- staying with me.” You sigh, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the darkness of your room. Not even giving Bakugou a chance to say ‘you’re welcome’ as you shut your door. Sliding your curtains closed and double checking to make sure that everything was locked, you succumbed to a worrying slumber. The thought of your father in the front of your mind.

Throughout the days, things wore off. Your father clearly having taken a hint that security at UA had increased since his last letter. But nothing would stop him from having you back with him. And that was when the text messages started.

‘You know the fates your friends will meet if you don’t find me Y/N’

‘You can’t hide from me forever’

You hadn’t told the teachers of the texts for some moral high ground you had set upon yourself that you could push through it. He wasn’t in your life anymore and bu hacking into your phone wasn’t any different. Until the last text.

‘Tomorrow. They’ll all be dead because of you if you don’t show your face at the park, midnight. Don’t think I won’t.’

Attached to the message were selfies of you and your friends from 1-A. Laughing, smiling, having a good time together. But it was the last few photos that caught your attention. Pictures not from your phone. Photos of you and Bakugou taken from distances away, just days when you were all out shopping and hanging out on weekends together with the rest of the Bakusquad. But with every swipe of your finger, the pictures got closer and closer.

‘Katsuki Bakugou right? Don’t think I won’t blow him to smithereens too. Take up my offer or watch your friends and your little boyfriend’s faces be splattered all over TV screens at my hands.’

You swallowed the lump in your throat. This was it. You had to join him. For the safety of everyone. Packing a small bag you slipped out onto your balcony, manoeuvring ways to get down and out of UA Heights in the dark. You stifled sniffles as you snuck out, probably never going to see your friends again, and Bakugou… he was rough around his edges, yes, but he was the only one who knew. Who knew what you had been through, the torture your father had put you through. You knew you couldn’t burden him with the texts you had been getting though, he’d been your therapist enough. You had to leave. For him.

Your father didn’t give any descriptors on what park to head to, but you had your hunch. It was one that he used to take you as a kid with your mother. But that memory was all but a dream. Walking around the dimly lit paths, you searched for any sign of him before an arm tugged you into the rough of a bush. Expecting this to be your fate, you lent into the attacker.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The harsh whisper of Bakugou’s voice was weirdly music to your ears. His eyes had bags underneath them, an abnormal sight for the boy who went to bed at 8pm every day.

“What’re you doing here?” You shot back, keeping the hushed tones. Knowing your father would kill Bakugou on sight if he saw him here.

“Stopping you from doing something stupid, idiot!” His hands gripped tightly at the sides of your shoulders before dropping them as he realised he might’ve been scaring you more than he should’ve been.

“I knew something was up. I fuckin’ knew it.” Bakugou shook his head, you couldn’t read him in the darkness of the leaves surrounding you both. “I knew he wouldn’t just up and leave. Fuck-“

“Why did you follow me Bakugou?” Your voice was angry and you could see the look of shock on his face. It took him a few moments to answer before he gave a sigh.

“To take care of you idiot.” His voice is but a mere grumble, but it’s as clear as day in the quiet of the park. “You don’t have to suffer in silence. I- I’m worried about you.”

He shoots a side glance at you, obviously worried about your wellbeing. His eyes dance over your face so delicately, taking in every small aspect of it. As if he’s studied it for hundreds of years and knows each freckle by memory.

“You can’t be here.” You didn’t even realise you were crying, the look of realisation set upon his face.

“He’s here isn’t he?” His question is simple enough but it feels like a ton of bricks on your neck as you try to nod.

“Y/N~” your dad’s voice rings out in the dark and it sets the two of you upright. The anger washes over his face and you realise that he can no longer hold back, and you can’t even stop him. Nothing ever stops Bakugou.

“You think you can just lure her away you freak?” Bakugou’s words reek of venom, his figure slipping out from the shrubbery, palms crackling like 1000 party poppers. “You’ll never lay a finger on her!”

Bakugou is the first to blast, you can’t help but hide in the bushes as the fight ensues, too terrified to show your face in case your dad swoops you away. But… what about Bakugou?

“Where is she?” Your father’s voice rings like a lion’s roar, it sends bile up your throat.

“Somewhere you’ll never find her!” Bakugou lies through his teeth, hoping to buy some time.

Before long it’s an all out flashy quirk fest. Your father’s quirk being that of scorching energy beams, not an easy fight for the two. It didn’t take too long before your father eventually clipped Bakugou with one of his beams, sending him flying into a tree.

“Katsuki!” You scream out, revealing your hiding place. Scrambling over to Bakugou’s slumped over body you try to wake him up as your father chuckles and stomps over to you. You manage to throw him back for a few blows, keeping him away from Bakugou and yourself before you hear voices. The teachers. The sight of your father being captured by Aizawa’s scarf couldn’t help but feel like a breath of fresh air.

“They get here okay?” Bakugou chokes out from underneath you, his eyes squinting at the heroes.

“You called for help?” Your face was wet with tears, once falling because of fear and desperation and now just happy that Bakugou was seemingly alright. “That’s not like you.”

“I didn’t care what happened to that fuckin’ idiot.” His hand lays atop yours, switching his sight to you with a small smirk played upon his lips. “Just that you were safe.”

“Katsuki I-“

“I care about you a lot Y/N.” Bakugou sits himself up, wincing, so he can look you better in the eye. “I just, wanted to make sure that you were okay because… well I like you okay?”

The admission seems to hurt him but feels like a relief off of his chest.

“You were there for me Bakugou when I needed it.” You pull him delicately into a hug, the explosive smell of caramel and firewood playing upon your senses. “And… I’m thankful for that. Plus I- like you too.”

“You’re not just saying that because I saved your life are you idiot?”

You can’t help but chuckle a bit.

“No Bakugou. As I said, you’re there for me. And that’s why I like you… a lot.”

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Summary: after the national stay at home order goes into place, you find yourself confined to your apartment with your roommate, Bakugou. The mutual unspoken attraction the two of you have to each other has always been able to be kept at bay, but the growing amount of time spent together is complicating the situation…

Pairing: Prohero!Bakugou x fem!reader

Word Count: 9.1k!

Themes: “oh my god they were roommates” + “oh my god they were quarantined” tropes, slow burn, dash of angst that comes with pining, brief fluff at the end, nsfw/18+ content. 

Warnings: nsfw content, swearing, tiniest dash of degradation + size kink if you squint.

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A Word from the Author: I want to thank the @bnhabookclub​ sprint for helping me grind out this piece! + extra special thanks to @thisisthehardestthing​ for beta reading for me and helping me choose a title!! I’ve had an itch to do some quarantine inspired writing since my personal one started a little over two months ago, and i’m finally getting around to doing it. I hope you enjoy!

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Having a roommate wasn’t exactly your first choice. Despite the generally good experience you had in college with roommates, you had been hoping to find your own apartment once you graduated. But, the city was pricey, and that dream was quickly dashed. You had recently started your job at Hawks’ agency, working in the PR department for the Pro. Even though it paid well, with your racking student loan debt and other complications, it didn’t feel like it was enough. The prospect of finding a place left you stressed, until one of the firm’s sidekicks mentioned a former classmate who was also looking for a roommate. Even though the prospect frustrated you, you knew that biting the bullet and reaching out was the best idea. 

Tsukuyomi had warned you ahead of the time that your potential roommate was a bit of a hothead. You had slightly brushed off his assessment until you met the man he had mentioned. Bakugou Katsuki, more commonly known as Ground Zero. Bakugou was indeed a hothead, and you couldn’t help but be relieved that he wasn’t your PR nightmare to handle. But, the situation he offered was pleasant. The apartment was a nice two-bedroom, one bath that was a 10-minute walk from Hawks’ office. It had lots of natural light and was extremely clean. Bakugou worked long hours as a busy (and highly ranked) hero, and so he had high standards for the place he lived. Keep it clean, keep it organized, and stay out of his way. You figured this would be reasonably easy to manage, and you moved in soon afterward. 

And generally speaking, it was easy. You and Bakugou had formed an odd dynamic, but it seemed to work well. The apartment was always clean, you both paid your rent on time, he bought his portion of the groceries, and never messed with yours. You rarely saw him due to his busy schedule. There was evidence of his existence around the apartment, like his shampoo in the shower of the shared bathroom, or the occasional small pile of his folded clothes on top of the dryer when you came back in from work. Most times, when you encountered him, he was in the kitchen later at night, cooking large batches of food so he could meal prep for the week. Despite this seemingly ideal situation, there was one small problem: you were insanely attracted to him.

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comforted by bakugou

pairing: bakugou katsuki x office worker! reader

context: where bakugou comforts you after a rough day at work

author’s note (if any): i’m sorry for being gone for a week! i had to get more motivation and more ideas to write but thanks for being here!


You had started the day shitty, and ended the day shitty. 

Those were the exact words to describe your situation right then. Right off the bat, you had overslept, resulting in you being late for work. Unlike Bakugou, you were one of the less fortunate ones and was quirkless. Therefore, you had nothing to use to your advantage and could only rely on your own two feet to get to the office you worked as as quick as you could.

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‘Earn Your Title’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: i cannot help myself- i’m sorry lmao i hope you all enjoy

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, spanking, light bondage, cumplay, dirty talk, dom/sub tactics (kinda)

Summary: It’s difficult being the sidekick to the infamous pro hero Ground Zero, it’s even harder trying not to speak back to him.

Word Count: 2.7k

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“He could’ve gotten away idiot!” Bakugou snapped, veins pulsing from his neck as he slammed his fists on his desk making it wobble.

“It’s this stupid capture support item you made me get!” You retaliated, holding the long, ropey net-like substance up to shake it in his face as if he hadn’t seen it fail in over 5 missions now.

“Well then learn to fucking use it!” His words seethed with anger, the two of you only barely managed to catch the villain because of their own mistakes. When you finally got appointed to be a sidekick you were excited but after dealing with Ground Zero for the past month has been detrimental to your patience, it was like the man never calmed down.

“It’s completely incompatible with my quirk! It’s like if your gauntlets were actually water pistols!” You weren’t backing down this time, you knew you were right, you knew he just wanted to fight to blow off steam after the difficult heist.

“Then learn dipshit.” Bakugou’s volume lowered, but his tone seethed with pique. “Heroes have to make exceptions. You just don’t know how to use it. Earn your title of a hero by being better, now get out of my office.”

Your brows furrowed so far that you felt like you were going to tear your skin in half. Begrudgingly you picked up the support item and headed for the door but Bakugou’s voice stopped you as you tugged the door open in a huff.

“You’re staying late tonight. We’re training.” His voice left no thought for a disagreeing answer, so you didn’t answer at all. Merely slamming the door and heading over to your locker to change out of your hero suit which you were convinced was giving off steam just from how full of wrath you were.

Stupid boss. Stupid capture thingy-majig. Your brain screamed in your head, throwing your clothes haphazardly into the metal locker. Just because you were a sidekick didn’t mean he had to treat you like shit, though you had heard from other heroes that he was usually a short-tempered hot head all of the time. Why’d you have to get stuck with him?

Now clad in a tank top and some leggings to train in, you reluctantly pulled your tangle capture item out from your pile of clothes. You really could not be bothered with having to use this thing again. It was almost like it never listened to you.

You ran the fabric through your fingers, although it looked and felt like a bunch of fine hairs, it was actually a net that when thrown correctly could wrap around things easily to tie villains down. But with your quirk ‘wind flurry’ allowing you to direct wind currents with your eyes and fingers it was difficult to focus where you could direct gusts and where you threw the net. Practically impossible.

Sighing, you wrapped it around your knuckles and slamming your locker door shut with force you didn’t even realise you had been storing up. Walking nonchalantly to the training gym inside Ground Zero’s agency.

“You’re late.” You heard a grumble next to the door as you entered the room startling you a little. Bakugou leaned against the wall, a black tank clung to his chest leaving nothing to your imagination, but your thoughts about being pissed off at him quickly wavered that away.

“Actually, you didn’t set a time.” You composed yourself from the small startle, walking away from him whilst swinging the support item around in a circle. Just as you began to spin the net faster with your quirk, Bakugou’s hand abruptly stopped it moving.

“Watch your fuckin’ tone.” He groused, taking the item from you to inspect more closely. Within a split second he had whipped it along to hit the furthest back wall with a small explosion erupting from his palm to help it go further. It tied easily around some gym equipment before another explosion from rupturing down the fabric helped it untie and zip back into his hand.

“Your problem is multitasking, you’ve got to learn how to let it move with your quirk it was designed that way.” Bakugou mutters, thrusting the item back into your chest that you barely have a chance to catch as it’s tail end whips you in the side of your cheek.

“And how do I do that?” You scoff.

“You practise.” Bakugou once again leans against the wall, arms folded and watching you with a careful eye. “Show me how you use it.”

You roll your eyes when you turn away from him, taking the pose that he did before he immediately stopped you.

“That’s how I did it to work with my quirk, show me how you do it.” His voice was pressing, obviously tired of you trying to get this over and done with when it needs work.

Taking a deep breath, you make your usual stance and activate your quirk and whip the item… and the fine hairs of it flail around in the wind. You slump your body in defeat and turn around to Bakugou.

“See? I told you.”

Bakugou shakes his head and steps behind you, with his chest flush to your back you can feel his breath upon your skin and it almost gives you chills. His course fingers direct your arms in a way that you would usually use your quirk but never with the item.

“Now look-“ He places his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck and you can’t help a small gasp escape your lips as you watch him tentatively. “You have a clear view of where it’s going. Try and get it on that pole there.”

He moves his head away and you can’t help but miss the contact of his hair on your skin, but he doesn’t move from behind you. He uses his large palms to help your shoulders relax and they fall down your back as he helps you stand.

“Act like it’s an extension of your quirk, now try.”

You focus your eye on the pole and use the capture item, flowing freely with your quirk before latching onto the pole. It was less abrupt than how Bakugou used it, probably because his quirk was so much more abrupt from yours, but you hear an amused grunt from him before you flick it back and into your hand.

“Not bad, needs work but you’re getting there.” His voice was still it’s usually gruff self but at least he was smiling for once. You turn to face him and he glances down at you, a smirk clad on his face.

“Didn’t think you were the one for dishing out compliments Bakugou.” You mock, the fine hairs of the support item drifting through your fingers as you spun it around.

“And I thought I told you to watch your fucking mouth.” He barked. Bakugou lifted a finger to your chin, almost closing your mouth to stop a retort. Without even knowing it he’d already snagged the piece from your hands and lowered his arm so he could hold it at his hip.

“You know I don’t know how the hell you think you’re gonna be a hero if you can’t respect the actual ones.” His smirk was menacing, and you could only try to whimper out a response before you felt the crack of the net slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from you.

“S’what I thought.” The way he shuffled closer to you, making you step back until your back hit against a cable cross, the cold contact of the metal a shock to your now hot skin.

“I told you baby- you’re gonna have to earn that title.” Bakugou’s lips curved into a sneer, terrifying you but you also couldn’t help but feel the warmth against your legs that you tightened your thighs to not think about.

“Bakugou-“ You begin to speak but his fingers slip between your lips, holding your mouth open as he smacks your rear again with the net.

“I think it’s Ground Zero to you, Y/N.” The way he said your name was like it was a slur, not worthy enough to be titled to your hero name.

Drawing his fingers out of your mouth he ensnared both of your wrists, allowing the support net to tie them together before letting it tangle around the upper bar of the cable cross. Your feet were barely touching the ground, Bakugou sauntered over to you like a predator watching his prey, you could tell that he was trying not to at least lick his lips.

Bakugou’s chuckles at your desperation which rumble throughout his chest. He strides closer to you, easily lifting your body to stop the strain on your arms as your legs wrap neatly around his waist. He leans in for a kiss which you gladly follow through with before he teasingly moves back, a smug grin dawning on his face before he dives in to kiss you.

His grip around you wasn’t forceful, or angry; it was filled with lust that translated from his lips to yours. Bakugou grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for entrance and when you didn’t give way, he bucked his hips into your clothed core- drawing a sweet moan from you and a chance for him to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Ba- Ground Zero please.” You stutter in between the hot kisses, your hands gripping desperately to your binds as you wished to tug his hair in fistfuls.

“What was that little girl? You’re gonna have to use your words if you want to become a hero.” Bakugou trailed his mouth down your neck as he spoke, his hot breath tugging your neck closer to his lips for any sort of touch.

“I need you- please touch me I need it so bad.” Your whines made his fingers grip the sides of your waist, knowing that he wanted you badly too.

“I’ve gone so fucking long watching you parade about in that so called skimpy hero suit.” Bakugou lifts your shirt off and tears it at the arm holes. Thank god it was provided by the company. “Hearing you dare to talk back to me. God- I wanted to punish you so fucking bad every time you opened that filthy mouth of yours.”

He follows suit and takes his own shirt off, his abs glistening with sweat pressing against your stomach so sweetly it gives you butterflies.

“I’m going to ruin you- make you sorry for any time you talked back to me, you got that?” His mouth was right next to your ear, making your jaw tremble at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Yes-“ You whimper out before hearing a small crackle and the loud smack as his hand makes contact with your ass.

“Yes what?” He presses, the warmth of his hand raring to smack you once again.

“Yes Ground Zero!” You screams out, the noise reverberating against each wall of the empty gym.

“Better.” He steps back only to pull your leggings and panties down to your ankles, allowing himself to slip between your legs so that you’re completely tied around him. Not that you’d change that as holding him close felt right and took the sweet pain away from your arms.

“So fuckin’ perfect, just like I knew it’d be.” He presses the pads of his fingers down your heat, he watched as your face merely contorted in pleasure at the feeling of him touching you there.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg for training after work every day.” Bakugou’s face was plastered with an illustrious smirk, watching as his two fingers dipped in and out of you completely glistening with your wetness.

Ngh- I need you Ground Zero shit-.” You could barely make a cohesive sentence as his thick fingers slowly moved themselves against the spongey part of your cunt. It wasn’t enough, you were begging to feel full.

“Good girl.” Bakugou praised before lowering his sweats and boxers. His cock already leaking with precum just looking at the sight of you, all pretty and helpless for him to ravish. You’d give anything to just be able to touch him and lick all of it off of his cock.

Bakugou rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, collecting your slick to ready himself. He began with small strokes inside of you before angling himself to fully bottom out. You couldn’t help the silent scream that erupted from your lips as he growled in pleasure at the indecorous noises.

His eyes leaped over your body, taking in every inch of you whining and begging for more and more, his lips jumped to your chest, sucking and biting all of your supple flesh to leave deep purple marks of his desires. You bit your lip but couldn’t stop the moans at the stimulation all over your body. Your arms feel limp as the sensations rang all over the rest of your body.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking beautiful looking so ruined baby.” Bakugou’s hands attempted to ball into fists while still fixated on your hips. You wince in pain but it’s numbed by the vast amount of delectation you were feeling in your stomach.

“I’m-“ You barely begin but he already knows, he can feel it, he can feel every millimetre of you and it’s driving him crazy.

“I know baby- come on my cock like the good girl you are huh?” His cocky tone sent shivers down your spine to the tips of your toes as your climax hit. Your body quaking in his arms. You could feel Bakugou getting closer too, him riding out your euphoria as he reached to gain his. His hips spluttering and the rhythmic beats he once had were long gone as he spurts hot cum inside of you.

It takes a moment before you’re both back to your senses, Bakugou (though out of breath) fixes his sweatpants and stands back between your legs. A chuckle escaping his lips as his fingers push his cum back inside your pussy.

“Suck.” He demands as he raises what was left to your mouth and you happily oblige, your tongue dancing around his digits.

Bakugou then fixes your leggings and lets you down from the support item into his arms, letting you use his tank top as he had ripped yours.

“I still expect you to come into work tomorrow.” Bakugou huffs out what seems to be an almost laugh but you can’t quite tell from your tone, your body too weak to even give a sarcastic, witty retort.

“If training is anything like that then I’ll keep practising.” You whisper, your throat dry as anything after screaming in pleasure for so long.

If that’s how you were going to earn your full hero title, then you weren’t going to give that up.

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a/n: hii! this is super cute and fluffy! thank you for the request love! at the time being, my requests are closed, i’ll open them back up once i get some requests done!

summary: being bakugou’s girlfriend has its perks. you’re still trying to learn from your boyfriend, and thus you enjoy sparring with him.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

wordcount: 1k

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You stared at the whiteboard on your dorm wall. It was something you’d put up when you arrived, and when you picked a fight with your now-boyfriend, Bakugou.

A whiteboard with doodles, pictures of you and him together, and the main attraction, a scoreboard of how many times you had won against each other in a sparring match, fight, or class activity.

You had a few marks, but it was nothing compared to your boyfriend’s side. With almost triple the amount of your marks, you stood with a yearning growing inside of your heart. You wanted to beat him once more, earning another mark on your side.

It was just a silly game you’d been going at since the beginning of the year, and it really was just harmless fun, and a way to start a conversation, or for Bakugou to get you riled up.

He swore he saw himself in you sometimes.

Marching out of your room toward your boyfriends, you were already in some sort of training gear, something simple to move in that gave you full access to your quirk. 

It was like Bakugou was expecting. Before you could even step up to his door, he pulled it back in some workout clothes, like he was heading to the gym himself.

“One on one?” You questioned, a devious smirk on your lips. He returned the smirk on his own lips.

“Ready to lose again?” He taunted, watching as a fire lit behind your (e/c) irises. You were the first one to run off down the hall, making it a race to the gym, seemingly earning another point for whoever could get there the fastest.

Bakugou didn’t waste much time after you left, ignoring Iida’s protests to stop running through the halls.

When the two of you finally made it to the gym, you stood panting, catching your breath. 

“I win that one.” You smirk, happily giving yourself the win on the race to the gym.

“Yeah like that counts.” Bakugou groaned, letting himself stretch before your spar would begin.

“It counts because I said it did.” You laugh, following suit after Bakugou, stretching and allowing yourself to warm up.

“Ready to lose, babe?” Bakugou teased again, his palms open, and glistening with his nitroglycerin-like sweat that was already popping into small explosions.

“In your dreams, loverboy.” You charged at Bakugou, not giving it a second thought.

When it came to combat, you were fairly on par with everyone in your class. You’d given Midoriya a run for his money when it came to hand-to-hand combat, but when it came to Bakugou, you struggled a little.

You were used to Bakugou, however. You could guess his movements, but at the same time, he could guess yours too. It was a battle of trying to come up with a new way to fight him while also calculating his every move to try and take him down.

And on the rare occasion that you did, you wouldn’t be walking away so easily. It took a lot out of each of you to spar together, mostly because both of you were so bent on winning.

Landing your first hit on Bakugou, you jumped back, knowing he’d be coming at you at full force. Neither of you held up, it was always 100% all the time. You were smart to know when too much was too much, but it was rare that either of you did anything to actually hurt one another, despite both of you giving it your all.

Bakugou landed a few hits on you, his explosions sending you flying into the gym wall, causing you to take a few rougher hits. Nothing you hadn’t done before. You got up like you always did, jumping right back into it.

“You’re going down!” You called as you raced toward him, trying to land another hit, but he dodged. Cursing under your breath, you felt his hands grip your wrist from behind, pushing you down to the ground.

“You’re getting cocky.” He whispered in your ear, your cheeks blushing red as his breath hit against your neck.

You struggled underneath him before he dug his knee into your back.

“It’s another win in the bag for me babygirl.” He teased, removing himself from you. He handed you an open hand to help you up. 

Rolling over you noticed his mistake. He’d left himself wide open. Harshly pulling him down over you, you swapped places with him, pushing your knee into his back now.

“You shouldn’t call for the win when your opponent hasn’t admitted defeat.” You said quickly, wrapping his hands behind his back. But there was a fault in your plan. You’d just placed yourself above his weapon, his hands.

In the split second that you had realized your mistake, it was too late. He had already blasted you off of him, leaving you to lay a few feet away on the gym floor, groaning.

“That was pretty sneaky, but it’ll take more than that and you should know that.” Bakugou walked over and examined you. You let out a huff as he extended his hand.

You glared at him, feeling your emotions settle within you. There would be another spar, another chance for you to win, and besides, you’d won the race here anyways.

“You’re buying me ice cream.” You smiled softly, gripping his hand as he helped you up.

“I guess I can do that.”

- - -

Sitting on your bed, Bakugou stared at the whiteboard and smiled. He held you closer, watching as you slowly closed your eyes. The two of you were wiped out after sparring, and after ice cream and a shower, you were ready to take a good nap.

Bakugou slid away carefully, grabbing the red marker that you had used previously to mark the board and drew a line on his side for the win today. He respectively drew a line on your side for your win to the gym.

He strolled back over to your bed and resumed his position as your pillow. He closed his eyes himself, enjoying the company of his girlfriend.

“I love you.” Bakugou whispered as he passed out.

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a/n: thank you so much!! of course! this is cute! we love bakubaby. i’m in the middle of fixing my sleep schedule, we’re getting there!

summary: you’ve been dating bakugou since junior high. you don’t attend u.a but you decide to go visit your boyfriend for a bit. unbeknownst to him, he hears so commotion and decides to check it out.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, 16+ some suggestive touchy shit

wordcount: 1k

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You’ve been with Bakugou since your third year in junior high. It was funny how the two of you had come to be, and it boggled everyone around you. You seemed to have some arbitrary relationship.

But you loved Bakugou. And your friends that knew of your relationship considered the two of you to be endgame. They really couldn’t see Bakugou tolerating anyone as much as he did you.

Pulling his sweater on over your shoulders, you grabbed your wallet, phone, and lanyard that held the keycard to your dorms and headed out. You didn’t attend U.A. with your boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t go visit him.

You’d already made the plan to surprise Bakugou prior to today. You’d contacted the principal and asked for permission to come onto campus, providing all of your identification and such.

So you took the train toward U.A., excited to see Bakugou again. You made time to see each other frequently, usually arranging something every month, spending time on days-off or on weekends. Of course, you gave him space when he asked for it as he did for you.

You found yourself always video-calling him, enjoying the sound of his voice while he pressured you to finish your homework before falling asleep. Despite a little distance separating you, you always found time and ways to talk or see each other.

Finally arriving at your station, you only had about a fifteen minute walk and then you’d be at the gates of U.A., your lovely boyfriend awaiting you, unknowingly on his end.

You’d picked a day that they weren’t too busy, opting to surprise him after classes had ended. It would be sweet for the both of you, and a bit of a different speed since he wasn’t really expecting you.

Your legs moved you forward with each stride, only bringing you closer and closer to your goal. And before you knew it, you were admitted onto the campus, thankful that they had kept up their end of the bargain with allowing you a temporary admission.

Following the directions you’d been giving, you wound up at the 1-A Alliance dormitory, you marched up the stairs, excitement bubbling inside of you. 

The cold breeze of the air-conditioned building almost swept you away, but the dozen or so pairs of eyes on you gave you a different feeling.

“Woah who’s she?”

“She’s really cute!”

“You think she’s single?”

“Beautiful, succulent, tender, full-”

The sound of a purple haired, if you could call the balls on his head hair, boy getting smacked caused a few laughs around the room. You examined further before sinking.

“Is ‘Suki around?” You questioned innocently, half expecting him to be sitting down where everyone else was, but to your avail, your (e/c) hadn’t seen the spikey blonde boy anywhere.

“Forget this Suki guy, can I get to know you?” A yellow haired guy with an interesting black lighting-shaped strand of hair approached you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Uhm actually-”

“She really is pretty.” A straight black haired guy spoke, his odd elbows resembling that of rolls of duct tape. 

“I know right!” A red-haired male which you could distinctly recall Bakugou naming shitty-hair.

“Shitty hair!” You smiled, removing yourself from under the yellow-haired boy, rushing over to the redhead.

“Hey! Only-”

“What the fuck is- (Y/n)?” Bakugou’s voice rips through the air. You snap your head back toward him and smile.

Darting over, you open your arms and jump into his, instinctively he catches you.

“Suki!” Your smile seems to spread to his lips in the tiniest bit, hidden by your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Shut up! Don’t call me that.” He mumbles, his cheeks tinting red from embarrassment. He holds you close and eventually sets you down, watching as everyone in his class is now staring at the two of you.

“Don’t tell me-”

“What the fuck are you all staring at!” Bakugou yells, causing you to giggle.

“They don’t know do they?” You whisper, watching as Bakugou frowns. He shakes his head and groans.

“This is my…” Bakugou pauses, frustrated.

“This is my girlfriend and if any of you even think to make a move on her I’ll kill you-”

“He won’t do that, he’s actually a big softie-”

“Shut up!” Bakugou picks you back up, carrying you back to his room, leaving the crowd of his classmates awestruck by the fact that Katsuki Bakugou had a girlfriend.

Tossing you down onto his bed, Bakugou hovers over you with a half smile on his lips.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming by.” Bakugou wasn’t hurt by the fact that you hadn’t told him, but he was confused as to why you hadn’t.

“Well that’s the point of a surprise.” You pulled him down on top of you, your lips meeting his.

What was just a simple kiss turned into a make-out, making up for the dozens of kisses you’d sent over text. 

Only stopping to catch your breath, you kept this up for a few minutes. Bakugou’s hands wanted to wander, and they did. Bakugou pulled away and stared into your eyes.

“Stupid dunce-face tried to pull a move on you didn’t he?” He growled, his lips lowering to your neck as he pulled his own sweater down over your shoulders.

“The yellow haired- Suki!” You giggled, Bakugou finding your sweet spot beginning to kiss and nip at it.

“You’re mine. All mine, babygirl.” He whispered against your skin.

“I know!” Your breath was jagged as your hands tangled into his blonde locks. Bakugou’s hands traveled up your, his, sweater, teasingly rubbing circles into your skin. 

“Fuck, I love you so much.” Bakugou pulled away, his vermilion eyes staring back into your (e/c) ones. You smile and sit up, Bakugou raising to sit on your lap.

“I love you too, my king explosion murder.” You tease his goofy hero name, watching as he smirked before you.

“How long do you have here?” Bakugou asked, his hands crawling back out from under your sweater, teasingly playing at the hem.

“Someone’s horny-”

Bakugou’s lips attacked your neck again, not bothering to hear your response.

Needless to say, the two of you enjoyed the surprise visit. It was just the right amount of time to spend with each other, even if all you did was make out. 

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱- 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐧); 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥

bakugou x reader

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A/N: you and todo share one brain cell when you get a weird notification


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date night

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

context: where bakugou wanted to take you out on a date, but you fall flat on your face while heading out

author’s note (if any): this is my first fic, i hope you enjoyed it!


Bakugou had planned a special date night for you. It was one of the rare days where Bakugou was free for the day and did not need to attend to hero business. You were over the moon, and had spent the entire afternoon trying to prepare for the date that day.

 Bakugou found it quite amusing, as he was sitting on the bed, staring at you, watching you decide on whether to put on a blue dress or a red dress that looked exactly the same. Or at least, to Bakugou it was. He asked you to just randomly put on one dress and call it a day, as it looked exactly the same regardless.

 But you looked at him, exasperated and gently told him that the color of your dress does affect the vibe of the whole external look. Bakugou simply shrugged and muttered, “Stupid woman and her stupid dress.” You heard it and gently smiled as you heard the ‘affectionate’ nickname that he had for you and continued getting ready.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫- 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐧); 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥

bakugou x reader

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A/N: bakugou do be lyin about the cherries tho 😳


@prodigalpunch @last-three-braincells @hella-rad-luna @loxbbg @bakaide @justarandombnhafan @angxllicsz @cleverslimepruneeggs @prickly-wolf-witch @momorix3 @markkny

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a/n: i haven’t written smut in a minute eye- yes! thank you for the request love! i tried to keep this as gender-neutral as possible!

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

summary: wanting to try something new, you convince katsuki to trust you and you end up being the dom this time around.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, smut

wordcount: 1.4k

nsfw under the cut!!

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It was hard trying to convince Bakugou to let you have full control. Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou being in control was amazing, it was everything and more. But you wanted to switch things up.


“Why should I let you?” Bakugou glared at you. He was cocky, and always wanted to have the situation in his hands. He was pulling the reigns all the time, and it was never a bad thing, you just wanted to see how he would react to what you had planned.

“Just this once. It’s all I’m asking, just trust me and let me lead.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips awfully close to his.

“Who knows, you might just love it.” You whispered, pulling your mouth back to his ear, biting it in a teasing manner.

Bakugou’s hands gripped your hips harshly, sure to leave a small bruise. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s bruised you from gripping you tightly, it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose.

Bakugou let out a growl, forcing his lips onto your neck. You smiled, letting out a mewl of pleasure as he sucked on your sweet spot.

“Katsuki.” You purr, pulling away as you snake the piece of fabric out of your pocket. He eyes you as you drape it over his eyes, leaving him completely blinding him for the moment.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐧); 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥

bakugou x reader

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A/N: ochaco stirs the pot further. (;<


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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. (sm!au, angst, humour)

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It’s been weeks since you’ve seen a normal person when you come across him - bruised and bathed in blood (you don’t dare ask whose is it), you don’t have the heart to leave him to die. You must then decide what will you do and decide, along the way, if bringing him with you was a good idea as you fight your way through the remains of a deserted Japan.


January 24th, 3:25pm

Good afternoon, my name’s Miyamoto Yui and you’re watching NHK World.

We interrupt your favourite show to bring you an emergency broadcast with breaking news - in the last hours, there have been several reports from all around the country about mysterious activities surrounding the small towns all over the countryside. People claim to have seen some sort of creatures who seem to be attacking everyone and everything in sight. We advise for people to take refuge in their homes and to not leave them under any circumstances as we do not know yet how far these creatures have moved.

Police are on their way to the different pointed locations to help the remaining survivors and some sources say the military forces are also on the move; the government has yet to make official announcements on what’s been going on.


January 24th, 7:46pm





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Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 1.8k

[ ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ]  fluff and smut, i deem thee smuff!— a term i made after being utterly blown away by this fic that i read last night. *bows down to moe*

themes : uhhh oral. reader receiving ;) 

bio : The birthday boy gets to eat whatever he wants for the most important meal of the day.

author’s note : something sweet and short, because I can’t get enough of domestic Bakugou, it’s his birthday, and I’m feeling soft (but still saucy LMAO)

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Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 6.3k 

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : lil toucha ass play, car sex, baku being a damn tease

bio : You keep telling yourself you’re done with Bakugou, but the last time is never really the last time, is it?

author’s note : i know i said i was gonna post a tamaki fic but it’s a certain violent blonde’s birthday tomorrow!! (happy 4/20 ayy) so here you go ;) … also this is a part two to my other baku fic, “fuck you i just might”, but you don’t have to read that one before this if you don’t wanna!

side note : Y/H/N is your hero name, and reader is a pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou. ALSO he smells like caramel bc of his quirk, dont fight me on this >:(

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Katsuki returns early from an away mission

Fluff fluff and some lemon


While washing your body with a sudsy wash cloth you heard a noise that sounded like it could have been a door closing, but you decided it was probably the old vents or something. You continued on washing your body, rinsing, and followed up by exfoliating with a tropical scented scrub. You wanted your body to be smooth and sweet smelling for when your boyfriend returned from his work trip tomorrow. He had been gone for four and a half days. Four days too long for your liking. He had been sent on his first away mission since being a pro hero, leaving you to anxiously wait for his return. You weren’t anxious because you thought he would perform poorly, you knew he’d be close to perfect. Even if his mission failed it wouldn’t be his fault because he wouldn’t allow it to be. Katsuki wasn’t a failure. He was far from it.

You were anxious to hear about everything that happened, how many villains he defeated, and everything he learned. He loved to boast about the knowledge he gained from every battle and prove that he was getting stronger everyday whether it be physically or mentally. You were anxious to see if he gained any scars, though he rarely did. You were anxious to see his face again and hear his voice.

You didn’t mind being apart from him, you thought as you stood under the warm water, sometimes a little bit of distance is necessary. Especially when you lived together half the time. You did mind not being able to hear from him for a while. The thought made you frown for a second, but you quickly smiled when you remembered how soon you’d see him.

To finish your shower you washed your face, but while you were rinsing off the soap you heard the smoke alarm blaring. You stepped back from the water, confused and slightly worried. Did you leave a candle lit? No. Did you leave the stove on? No, you hadn’t used it today. What could it be then?

You shut off the water and rung out your hair the best you could before stepping out and wrapping a short blue robe around your body, loosely tying it. The alarm came to a halt when you grabbed the bathroom door handle. Thinking nothing of it you opened the door, took a few steps onto the carpet and peered into your bedroom towards the smoke alarm on the ceiling.

Standing beneath it was your Katsuki, smirk on his face, eyes glowing bright crimson, full of humor. The warm light from your bedside lamp illuminated the sharp edge of his jaw and the contours of his muscles. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and shorts that hugged his hips and hung deliciously off his body. His smoking left hand was raised to the smoke alarm while his right hand was stuck in his pocket. You narrowed your eyes in disbelief as he brought his hand down to his side and chuckled.

Your lazy eyes grew wide as your brain recognized that it was really him standing before you. A soft laugh escaped your lips before you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing the side of your face into his chest. The warmth of his body melted into you even more so when his strong arms hooked around your upper back. He squeezed you for a few moments and slightly released, not wanting to let you go quite yet. He wasn’t sure he would tell you outright but he missed you so, so much. The fight he has with speaking his emotions bothered him to no end. You, more than anyone, deserved to hear how he felt. He wanted to tell you that he missed the way you would listen to his ranting and bring him back down to earth when he was done. He missed hearing you not-so-quietly complain about people who gave him dirty looks. He especially missed talking to you whenever he had free time, but due to secrecy and high risk of the mission he wasn’t allowed to use the phone.

He rustled his fingers into your wet hair where the back of your neck meets your hair line. His gentle touch sent a shiver up your spine. Katsuki was the only person in the universe who could make you feel this way. He made you feel as if you were the most precious thing in his life. Underneath his aggressive and intimidating personality he was always able to treat you better than the rest. In his eyes you were the moon; a soft light, mysterious, sometimes disappearing. You were always there in the darkest of times, even when he couldn’t see you. What he didn’t know was that you thought of him as the sun. So bright, warm and strong. It never took much for him to shine through the gloomy clouds of a bad day and right into your heart. He made your chest swell with excitement and adoration.

You lifted your head up to see his face, but he rested his chin on your head to keep you closer before you could look him in the eye. He never liked showing you how weak you made him because in moments like these his face gave too much away. His flushed cheeks, relaxed eyebrows, and peaceful grin would show you exactly how he felt about you without him having to say anything. For the thousandth time you were able to get him this vulnerable and he still didn’t want to run away. That must mean he is feeling that feeling. The L word. The strongest positive feeling he can think of. The opposite of hate. The most rare feeling to Katsuki.

With a soft voice you asked, “How was your-“

“I love you,” he breathed, cutting you off. His whispered voice drifted into your right ear and echoed in your brain. He lifted his head and locked his wide, cherry red eyes onto yours. You could see that he was relieved and possibly afraid after saying those words aloud to you. This was his first time actually telling you. There wasn’t a single thought running through his head as he held his breath, awaiting your response. The world stopped moving, time stopped ticking. Katsuki was frozen, holding you in his arms as if you were about to leave. Your heart was racing, it was jumping in your rib cage. You pushed your hands harder into his back, keeping him as close as possible. The sound of those three words slipping past his lips was equivalent to the most beautiful sounds in the world. Birds chirping at sunrise, waves lapping at shore, light rain hitting your window in the middle of the night. Katsuki telling you he loves you was the best thing you had ever heard. In the past whenever you spoke those words it was always in a semi-joking, playful tone though you meant them wholeheartedly. For the first time you could seriously tell him.

You moved your hands up to his face and stood on your toes to say in a confidently soft voice, “I love you too, Katsuki.” He couldn’t decided if he loved the way you said his name or those three words more. You kissed him yet the two of you couldn’t help but smile a bit during it. Something about this kiss felt different, like it was on another level than all the other kisses you two had shared.

Katsuki pulled away from your lips to proclaim, “Well of course you do,” you felt his hands slowly move down your back. “I don’t see how you couldn’t possibly love someone as strong, intelligent, and good looking as me. I even brought you a surprise.” He dramatically hoisted you up by your thighs, nearly exposing your backside, and headed out of your room. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head into his shirt, inhaling his warm scent as he bounced down the stairs. Once you reached the bottom you could smell the food he had brought home with him.

“Udon!” You squealed in delight when you recognized the scent of your favorite food. The last time you had udon you had remembered something funny that made you laugh. The memory made you spit broth all over the kitchen counter and fall into a coughing fit. Katsuki was pissed at you for acting so immature and just downright stupid. His words not yours. He was also quite disgusted by seeing you choke despite doing absolutely nothing to help you. While you were trying to regain your breath he was spewing profanities. It really wasn’t even that serious he was just over dramatic.

“Wait a second,” You whined as you lifted up your head, letting it fall back in exasperation. “I thought you said I had to take a break from it, Katsu.” You pouted, thinking maybe the udon was for him instead.

“Oh shut your trap I just wanted to see your stupid smile. Don’t you fucking dare spit it out this time because I won’t be helping you clean up.” As he warned you he carefully set you down on a stool at the kitchen counter.

“It was one time get over it!” You exclaimed, sticking your tongue out. He sent you a glare that did not scare you in the slightest.

You looked at the bag quickly and opened your mouth to speak but Katsuki knew exactly what you were thinking. “And yes I got myself some.” He set the containers in front of you both and slumped onto the stool next to you. His fatigue became even more apparent through his poor posture and sluggish movements. You found yourself studying his profile, having missed his face so much. From the wrinkle in his brow to the slight puffiness of his tired eyes and then his petite nose and full lips. Absentmindedly you let out a content hum. Katsuki side eyed you and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Just missed your angry little face, baby,” You confessed in a sweet voice while resting your head in your hand to further admire him.

“Hurry up and eat,” he demanded lazily but seriously. He added, “please,” after opening his container. You obeyed with a soft smile. While you ate Katsuki’s hand slid its way to rest on your right thigh, moving back and forth slowly. The gentle contact calmed your heart but it also sent heat to your core. That’s just the effect he had on you. You knew how exhausted he was from his trip and didn’t want to keep him awake to have sex. So you pushed your needy thoughts away and settled with waiting until the morning.

When you had finished your udon you cleaned up, Katsuki watching you from his spot on the stool. He had his elbows on the counter with his head in his hands. You wish you could take a picture and capture how adorable he looked. After the last container was disposed of you stood behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Let’s go to bed, do you want me to carry you?”

He let out a ‘tch’ before spinning around and mumbling, “You know it’s my job to carry you so don’t be fucking stupid.” He easily scooped you up with his strong arms while your smaller ones wrapped around his neck. You clung to him like a koala, breathing in his beloved scent that reminded you of warm summer nights.

When he reached your bed he fell back with you still in his arms and let you wiggle free of his iron grip to position yourself. You rested your cheek against his sturdy chest and wrapped your arm and leg over him. You had to take full advantage of his sleepy state where he wouldn’t bother to waste energy on pushing you off of him. Part of you thought he enjoyed your need to be close to him. With his eyes closed you could continue to study his face without him stopping you.

“You know, baby,” He sleepily mumbled as his fingers danced up and down your back. “I really did miss you. Weird, huh?”

“I know you did. It would be outrageous if you didn’t miss your incredibly charismatic and gorgeous girlfriend,” You sang as you squeezed him and closed your eyes. It was moments like these where he despised how similar you two could be. Very cocky with big egos, although yours was more of a facade. He despised you with a stupid smile on his face and irritating butterflies in his stomach. He made a mental note to stop letting you one up him.

Katsuki’s uncomfortable shifting under you due to his irritating boner is what woke you up. In his defense it was because your robe had come undone and he could feel and see much more of your enticing body. That and the fact that he missed you. His thoughts became lust filled as he imagined you under him, moaning and writhing.

You pretended to sleep so you could enjoy the feeling of Katsuki’s fingers grazing your back and bare shoulders. His shocking delicate touch drew goosebumps across your upper body. You also wanted to subtly move your hips back and forth to tease him. Feeling his boner hard against your thigh made fake sleeping an even harder task.

He drummed his fingers on your shoulder blades and quietly said, “I know you’re up. You keep moving, idiot.” A smile stretched across both of your mouths once your cover was blown. You began to slip out of his arms and roll on your back next to him but he kept you in place. The air became thick with sexual tension in an instant. Your eyes lazily went to his pale chest then his firm shoulders then his sleep-swollen lips and finally his captivating crimson eyes. While biting your lip with a devilish look in your eyes you lifted your head and moved to straddle Katsuki’s hips.

His hands instinctively found their home on your waist, gripping your robe. The robe that had fallen off of one shoulder, exposing your right breast. You tilted your head and trailed your fingers up his smooth chest to cup his jaw while leaning down. With your chest pressed flush against Katsuki’s and your lips just inches from his own, he was entranced by your presence. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of you at that moment.

“I missed your hands,” you whispered into his mouth as your delicate hands grasped his larger, stronger ones and lead one of them to your mouth. Katsuki watched with dark eyes and parted lips as you began to lick and suck on two of his fingers. His cheeks were burning bright pink as he watched your dominance. You removed his fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your neck and stopped at your left nipple.

“You always know what to do with your hands,” you murmured while slowly grinding on his lap. Katsuki’s bold eyes trailed down your body as if he was studying your every feature. His large hands quickly gripped your hips and stopped your movement.

“You’re not teasing me this morning, stupid.” Before you had a chance to respond he was pulling you down to crash your lips together. It was a rare make out session consisting of sloppy kisses between your giggling and his reluctant grinning. He had a chance to relax for the first time in months. In the midst of feeling each other’s bodies and getting as close as possible, he paused and pressed his forehead against yours. You could tell he wanted to say something, but was holding back. If there was something he didn’t want to say aloud, you weren’t going to force him to and you kissed him instead. His lips trailed across your cheek then down your neck until they stopped at the dip above your collarbone. “I love you,” he reminded you before assaulting your neck with his tongue and teeth.

Forty five minutes later you were both naked, laying on his chest with his left hand on your ass and his right hand drawing slow lines down your back. You felt nothing but joy under Katsuki’s fingertips. Your body’s fit together perfectly all the time, no matter what you were doing. Kissing, holding hands, having sex, laying together, sitting in his lap, tangled together while you slept. Whenever you were with him it always felt like it was where you were meant to be.

The sun was beaming through the crack in the curtains, your room was glowing a soft yellow. The warm sunlight washed over your light gray duvet and illuminated Katsuki’s creamy skin. You pulled your head away from its place on his warm chest and looked at him through your lashes. His eyes were already set on yours and a smirk graced his lips. You crawled off of his body and dropped your feet onto the carpet while grabbing hold of his hands. With a lazy tug of his arms you murmured, “C’mon, angry face, let’s go shower.”


I’m thinking of making this a series kinda sorta. Not like a continuous thing more like the same couple dynamic just different scenarios if that makes sense

I have a vague idea to elaborate on the sun and moon thing I mentioned

We will see what happens! I’m a slow writer :P

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so g o o d n e w s ! to no one in particular ‘cuz no one remembers lol

Remember that pesky ol’ “choose-your-own-adventure” Bakugou fic that I tried really hard to work out? I failed, lol.

Well, not really, but I did fail in delivering things on time and in writing for it at all since it became too entangled for me to even move past the first branching. I am planning on continuing it (and writing another fic alongside it if I can!) but it will be a regular fic, nothing out of the ordinary until I can get everything on check to do something as big as that.

If you’d like to read the first few chapters, you can do so here! I’ll try to write more often for that one and at least try to have a WIP pic of the new fic if I can, so look out for that! ♥

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But Nothing Ever Stops You Leaving

FD; My Hero Academia

Pair; Bakugou x Female Reader

Warnings; None, Angsty? Just two people sad because their feelings are tearing them apart?

> Her love for Bakugou only seems to drag her down, and she’s only a shell of who she was, filled with sadness at the way she feels like she gives herself up to see him succeed. He can’t admit what he feels, because he doesn’t know what these feelings are, he’s never had them. Even being kidnapped hasn’t given them the push they need.

A push that better come quickly, otherwise she’ll be burnt by him sooner or later.

A/N; I was just basically listening to ‘When the Party’s Over’ by Billie Eilish on repeat to write this, so listen to that while reading and you’ll get the mood. Also this is shit bc it’s my first BNHA writing but I love it and this idea.


There was a pain that couldn’t be put into words, not really. A certain ache that filled the lungs like blood, spilling up and over, trickling down her lips, her neck, covering her skin in reminder of her melancholy.


She could never read Katuski Bakugou. Couldn’t read past his aggression and his occasional lack of.

Emotion did not come easy to him, both subconsciously and by way of will.

She could have only ever guessed that this is what her life would be; it’s what she’d expected as soon as she’d come to the realisation that her heart became irregular in the presence of Katsuki.

It wasn’t the notion of a love unrequited that kept her swaying beneath an ocean comprised of desperation and black, thick, suffocating tears.

It was, rather, the looks he gave her. He knew the feelings she harboured, that much could be assumed.

He knew that she was completely, undeniably wrapped in his strong hold, her fragile existence softened in his calloused palms.

He looked at her knowing she’d burn herself down to keep him in the light. Knowing that she’d tear herself apart to make him whole.

And she in return looked at him in the knowledge that nothing she’d ever do would stop him leaving.

It was the same at this moment, her hand lingering pathetically on her door handle, with no real effort to take her in her room and out of his held gaze. His burnt red eyes steadily taking in her figure, her unspoken language, the way she would still hang onto his every unspoken word.

They simply looked at each other from either end of the hall, unable to come to terms with what it was between them; a stalemate.

He was a mystery, no flickering of any feeling ever seeing the light of day, save only once. She was a painted picture, strung up high and seen by many.

He had been rescued and returned safely home, but it was like he’d never left.

Experience hadn’t alleviated his reluctance to admit to caring for her, something she didn’t know he held for her in the first place.

Everything they’d been through- the attack on the USJ, the sports carnival, the training camp and its subsequent mishaps- none of it had done much to bring them closer. It only revealed truths about each other that they’d never cared to admit to themselves or others. In turn these truths had done their part in intertwining with her skin, up her arms, as if printed on her skin for everyone to read. She could now be perused like a library of emotion and memory, skimmed over and left to the side. A blurb read but a book never opened.

In the face of his imminent kidnapping, she could only let herself become what she’d felt herself to be. From her hands, swirling winds and an overcast darkness. They were after him, after all, and she knew that his stubborn nature would have him fight.

The forest was thick, and everyone was separated. She couldn’t have a clue where he was.

But he had known where she was.

For while her storms rattled the trees like cage bars that were holding her from him, he could see it all above the treetops, a violent rustling. If he strained his ears, he could even pick up her screams and shouts echoed in the winds ever so slightly.

He inwardly berated her for causing such a stir and attracting attention to herself. More so, his concerns lied in his own power.


He was obsessed with having it, and being the one to wield it. He was to be the best, should he get his own way.

But this was a new sort of power he hadn’t been ready to take into his incendiary hands. The power over her heart was one he didn’t know what to do with.

If she was not careful, the villains would find her, and make sure her winds would dim to a breeze, and then nothing at all.

All because she was letting him get the better of her.

She was letting him hurt her.

Whether he wanted to or not.

There he had been. Within the clutches of the villains, being pulled into a plan that was surely bigger than himself. His eyes took in all he could see in that moment, panicked and blown out, grasping frantically at all they could catch.

Only one thought processed, though.

Her eyes, through the trees, her winds blowing hair and tears about.

For the first time ever….

Bakugou allowed himself to mirror her, his face showing something akin to pain, and suffering.

And then they were gone along with him.

She was reduced back to nothing more than a breeze through the forest, as always when he was gone.

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