#balugou imagines

[tteokdoroki]

i’m sure i’ve said this before but my favourite personal headcanon is that bakugou kisses the insides of your wrists.

it’s the first thing he does every morning, brushing his lips over the softness of your skin— your warm hand delicately laying in his and he only stills once he feels your slow and steady pulse against the seams of his mouth.

he’ll let out a short exhale, eyes closed in relief and squeeze your hand tight. you always wake up shortly after, your fingers cascading through his mussed up morning hair and a smile as bright as the rising sun twitching up on your sleepy face. “good morning, lover boy,” you’ll say, voice gravelly but full of adoration.

you’re alive, katsuki thinks, you’re alive and you’re okay. “mornin’, beautiful,” he’ll whisper back and lean into your touch— his mismatched red and grey eyes falling to your chest to check the way that it rises and falls. “y’sleep good?”

the sheets shift as you move to sit up, holding balugou’s face between your hands as if you’re holding the entire world. “good. you had a nightmare though,” you press your forehead against his, concern flickering in your eyes. katsuki has seen both sides of life and death— he knows that if he’s not careful, he won’t be able to evade it any longer than he has. he knows that he’d be leaving you behind with the pieces of his mistakes and he can’t do that to you.

but sometimes it’s you who’s died in his dreams and not him. sometimes it’s him cradling your lifeless body, it’s your pulse that’s fading out and thready. it scares bakugou shitless. to know that he could lose you as easily as he’s lost himself in the past.

bakugou closes his eyes to ground himself, listens out for your steady breathing intertwining with his own — kissing your wrist again just to make sure that your heart is still strong and beating.

“it was nothin’, don’t worry your pretty head about it, sweetness.”

he doesn’t see you frown, but can feel your gaze on him. “it’s not nothing, katsuki. you were screaming my name in your sleep. you were scared.” you sit up this time, taking sharp edges of his face into your cushioned palms, the edges of your features softening out from frustration to worry as he looks up at you. “you don’t have to hide things from me when you’re scared.”

you sense when his breathing turns shaky and katsuki’s anxiety takes the reins on him — so you wrap your arms around his bulkier frame and pull his head to rest on your chest. “i get nightmares where i lose you,” he explains quietly. “‘m scared that one day i’ll just wake up ‘n you’ll be gone.”

you don’t like to think of katsuki bakugou’s death. you can’t imagine what thinking of yours would do to him.

“i’m right here,” you say barely above a whisper. “i’m alive, i’m breathing. i’m not going anywhere without you.”

with his ear pressed to your body, katsuki can hear the dull thump of your heart against your chest wall. it’s steady, rhythmic, like horse hooves on cobblestone. you’re alive and you’re strong. he needs to give you more credit, he thinks, tucking himself into you even more to hide from the world.

but you don’t let him, taking his large hand in yours and bringing his wrist up to your lips to feel his life essence pulse just beneath them.

“and you’re right here too.”

the gesture is so small and intimate, but it shows that you understand bakugou on levels that nobody else does. you love him, you live for him — in moments like this when the sun has just made its way into the sky and right down to the first star that twinkles at night.

bakugou shifts to brush his nose against yours, humming.

“and ‘m never goin’ anywhere without you, either.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo fluff #bakugo angst #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha drabble #bnha fluff #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Every time I see Horikoshi using certain characters to make humor about Bakugou and the criticism that the character receives. I imagine him thinking "I'm incredible, I made a great character with a deep story" and I think he created a detestable character with so many ego problems that many relate to because of his insecurity. Although I also remember how his character is so famous in Japan, I don't deny his popularity outside of Japan but above all in Japan he is very loved, because he represents everything that a Japanese boy or girl supposedly looks great and daring when in their culture. When actually, Bakugou's attitudes are toxic, most in real life couldn't behave like Bakugou without becoming a social outcast because no one would catch up with their shit, I can assure you bring a person like Balugou to my country and the guy would be getting his ass kicked before the week was out. Bakugou attitudes work in Japan because people consider toxic behavior to be out of the norm and where the statistics of bullying and its incidence on people are only going up.

I’m not really going to go in depth about Japanese culture and the like, but it’s true that Katsukidoes represent a certain freedom people in Japan wish they had, aka: the ability to freely speak their minds. However, Katsuki’s a very poor example of this as, like you said, he’s a very detestable person who would rather bully a kid and constantly shout death threats than do anything productive with this freedom. With regards to his insecurities, he’s also a poor model regarding this, cause again, he’s coddled by the narrative and never punished for taking his insecurities out on others and making their lives miserable.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou

[mytragedyperson]

You know I've been listening to Madds Buckley for a while. And I know Hawk in the night is about/based on Hawks. But sometimes I listen to it, and I can just imagine Endeavour saying those things to Shoto throughout his childhood and just after he's just started UA. Especially the bot about him not coming around much and friends. Like I can vividly imagine, after the sports festival, after Midoriya and Shoto become friends, Endeavour saying those things to Shoto about Midoriya and layer Balugou and other friends he makes.

#madds buckley #bnha #mha #hawk in the night #todoroki shouto #endeavor #enji todoroki

[boom-bakugou]

‘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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[secondhand-trash]

*spins around on the chair and whines*

You sighed, feeling the warm steam that surrounded you as you lowered your body further into the water. “This is nice.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, reaching for the bottle of shampoo by the side, “Don’t get too used to it.”

“What?” you said, tilting your head to the side to look at the man sitting behind you, “afraid I would get too spoiled, kacchan?”

You laughed when you heard him groan, knowing how much it annoyed him when people call him that. There were few people in the world who can blatantly try to push his buttons and get away with it with nothing more than a tch and an eye roll, you like to believe you were one of them.

Besides, how many people could get the all mighty ground zero to crouch over the tub and wash their hair for them?

You whimpered when you felt the pad of his fingers pressing again your scalp, slowly trailing down to your neck and applying pressure against a sore spot.

His hands were covered with scars, calloused with years of fighting but right now, he could not be any gentler with you.

“Thank you katsuki.”

He gave you a low hum in reply, and your lips curled up at the unspoken exchange you had gotten accustomed to.

Only for you.

#bnha imagines #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #balugou x reader #bakugou imagine

[squishytenya]

750 Prompts - ‘Go Ahead And Brighten Up My Day’ + Bakugou

Warnings: None

“Pleaaaase” You whined, tugging on your grumpy boyfriends uniform

He huffed in response and turned away. You had expected this. Bakugou had made a mistake in training which led him to recovery girl and endless teasing from Mina and Denki. Of course, this landed your boyfriend in a sour mood and you were determined to change it. These moods were fairly often for him, which is no surprise to anybody, but you always had the ability to pull him right back out of them. Sero had called it your ‘second quirk’ in the past and to be honest? He wasn’t exactly wrong. 

Katsuki even called you sunshine. Most thought it was sarcasm because you were often tasked with clearing up his grumpy, cloudy moods and he called you the sun as a jab. Many tired, teary nights told you otherwise though and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit whenever he was in a mood like this. Kirishima even relented his moods to you sometimes. Despite being one of the only other individuals who could calm the explosive man down, sometimes he just needed you and only you.

Not that you were complaining. You loved helping him and he was never mean, more like an overzealous puppy.

“C’mon Katsuki, it’s not that bad!” you attempted to reason with him, “just get changed and we can go out somewhere, make you smile again?”

Once again, the response was a huff but his eyes flickered up to you in reluctant curiosity. There you go. You smirked, knowing you had gained the blonde’s interest. Seeing your smirk didn’t sit right with said guy and he was soon hovering over you on the sofa, having pulled you down to lay beneath him.

“Katsuki!”

The sudden change felt like you had been smacked in the face with a hot plate with the way it flustered you. It must have been evident by your widened eyes because your boyfriend chuckled from above you. He reached down and planted a teasing kiss on your lips, letting you just melt into it before suddenly pulling away. Giggling, you tried to push him off of you but his much bigger frame wouldn’t move and his arms came down to rest on your sides. Bastard even wiggled them slightly in an attempt to tickle you. Once again, his head lowered to your level, mouth beside your ear.

“Okay sunshine” he teased, “go ahead and brighten up my day”

#bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #balugou imagine #bakugou drabble #bnha x reader #luca's 750 bingo

[strawbxrryneptune]

Imagine this

Tw: watersports, slight dub-con, dry humping, a little bit of gun play

♡♡

You're the daughter of a pretty well known Yakuza boss, one of the most powerful influences in the community.

You're supposed to be taking on his legacy soon, and have yet to meet a proper suitor.

You have your eye on the second most powerful boss, Katsuki Bakugou.

He's an amazing yakuza for his age, barely hitting 23.

You have always thought he was attractive, and the fact that he was almost as successful as your father and the same age as you? Wheeeew 🥵

You were at a gala held for the city's finest, and had been trying to talk to him all evening, but everytime someone stopped talking to him, another person came up.

You sat at the bar almost the whole evening, waving off suitors and drinking different variations of sodas and teas, not wanting to get too tipsy this evening.

After about two hours of swaying to the music and keeping your eyes on him, you felt an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom.

That's what you get for drinking so much in that time span.

You chance a look back at the blonde, jumping slightly when you make eye contact, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

You send a flirty smile back his way, brushing off the butterflies in your gut at the way his eyes follow you as you hop off the stool, making your way to the bathroom.

After you get lost for the 5th time, you finally see the mahogany door labeled "Woman", and are about to push it open when you hear a vaguely familiar raspy voice coming from down the hall

You tiptoe towards it, seeing Bakugou in a dark hallway talking to two men, one with spiky red hair, his muscles bulging against his suti, and the other a tall, lanky guy with a black mullet.

You don't really care what they're talking about, only looking at Balugou, who looks absolutely stunning in a fitting orange suit.

You let out a breathy sigh at the sight of his jaw clenching st something they say, only for your heart to fall to your ass when they all snap their heads in your direction.

The guys didnt see you, but you could've sworn you caught gazes with vermillion eyes before you darted into the bathroom, collapsing on the door.

You catch your breath, standing to your feet to relieve yourself when you're grabbed by the arm.

You try to fight back, but the person is too quick, and has you pinned face against the door.

You squirm in their grasp, gasping out a "Fuck you-"

When the asshole chuckles, and your blood freezes when you realize just who has you pinned.

He trails thick fingers down your thighs, swiping your dress to the side and pressing down on your stomach, making you squeal.

"B-Bakugou, no-"

"Oh, you know my name?"

You pitch back into him, breath catching when you feel the bulge against your ass.

"Come to think of it, I shouldn't be surprised a slut like you knows who I am. Don't think I haven't seen you trialing me all night. The pretty little princess wants to merge, huh?"

You open your mouth to tell him no, you actually want him,

But he shoves two fingers in your mouth, pressing himself harder against you.

"You got me now, brat. Whaddya gonna do about it?"

You whine against his fingers, grinding yourself to press against his fat cock, barely hidden in his dress pants.

"I wan' you, Bachugo"

He chuckles against your neck, pushing his hips more into you and grinding the heel of his hand into your clothed cunt, giving you stimulation to your throbbing clit

He pants harshly into your neck, biting down on your shoulder with a growl.

"Hah, you're such a little slut. Following me and getting me to do this shit with you just so we'd merge companies, yeah?"

You squeak and shake your head aggressively your head too foggy to form a coherent sentence.

He stops all his movements, swatting you on the ass when you whine.

"No? I'm wrong, brat?"

You whimper and nod, panting when he slides his fingers out of your mouth in favor of tanking your head towards him, craning your neck.

"I-I guess we would be merging, but I'm interested in you for a different reaso-"

He doesn't let you finish your sentence, pushing back up against you and sliding his hand back under your dress, this time circling your clit.

You gasp out a moan, feeling your high about to wash over you.

He grinds harder against the fat of your ass, growling and groaning into your ear before muttering a gravelly

"Cum, baby. Ruin my fuckin' fingers, yeah?"

With that, you cream hard around him, feeling him twitch behind you, guessing he came with how high pitched his moan was.

You panic when you feel his hand move up and press down on your belly, suddenly too aware of your full bladder.

"Bak- my,, I can't-"

He shuts you up with a searing kiss to your lips, pushing you into the wall, and with one final press to your abdomen, you piss all over the floor, further soaking your panties and his dress shoes.

Your face burns in humiliation, scrambling to push him off when your hand hits something hard in his pocket.

He smirks down at you and pulls out his gun slowly, tracing the barrel along your jaw before sliding it into your mouth, getting it slick with your saliva before popping it into his mouth, eyes rolling back with an exaggerated moan.

"Clean yourself up and meet me outside in 10, slut. If you're a good girl and suck my fuckin' gun off, maybe I'll consider merging with you."

You nod frantically, watching him exit the bathroom with a click of the door and immediately rushing to the sink to get rid of the piss smell.

@hanji-is-life you have ruined me

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou thirst #tw-watersports #yakuza!bakugou

[ao3-deviance]

The (Tally) Marks On Your Skin

.....

Tallies on your skin, wordless shows of love on your wrists. Red showed someone loved you but you didn't love them in return, black was for requited love, and a scarred white was for a love lost. A fresh pink was a crush, something that could fade away without a scar. 

The tallies didn't differentiate between platonic and romantic, familial and lusting. Love was love. Some people would smile softly at their wrists, emboldened by the reminders of their loved ones during the day; others kept their arms covered, private, thick bracelet cuffs around their wrists. 

Kirishima had what he figured was the normal amount of tallies. A couple black from his parents, a handful more from some cousins, his aunt, his uncle. Two white scars for his grandparents on his mom's side. He usually had at least two or three pink lines along his skin, something that made him blush with embarrassment when he thought about it. Since he'd started at U.A. he'd even gained a couple more black lines, requited love between his new friends. 

Kirishima wasn't nosy. Tallies were private, if someone didn't want to show you, they didn't have to. It was unmanly to snoop. Still, he couldn't help but notice when his best bro took his leather cuff off to shower in the lock room, the scarce few lines marking his skin. 

Two black lines. One white. One red.

Balugou kept his cuff on most of the time, but Kirishima noticed it every time he did take it off, rubbing at his wrist like it irritated him. Kirishima knew who the red belonged to, had seen the way the fresh pink had bloomed over the other's pale skin months ago, before Kamino. His puppy crush had only deepened since, something real and strong and warm. It didn't bother him that it wasn't returned; he saw the way the red was darkening with each precious glimpse, had noticed the sliver of black starting to show on his own wrist. It made him smile. Kirishima was patient. 

He did wonder sometimes about the other three. Two black. One white. The two black had to be his parents. The white though, that could be a grandparent maybe? He'd never ask, would never pry like that, but it made sense so he accepted that for now. It felt lonely sometimes, seeing Bakugou wrists. To have so little love given, so little returned. 

It was hard for Kirishima to imagine. 

…..

Bakugou trailed his fingers up and down Kirishima's arm, brushing across the tallies there gently. He paused over the newest black mark, dark and fresh, and Kirishima smiled when his thumb skimmed it carefully. Proof of his love, proof of Kirishima's in return. Kirishima wore it like a badge of honor. 

"You have a lot of marks," Bakugou mumbled, eyes on Kirishima's wrists. "It doesn't bother you? Showing your wrists?" 

"Not really. I'm proud of those I love, proud they love me."

Bakugou frowned, biting his lip. "These white scars," he started, hesitant. "Do you..want to talk about them?" 

Kirishima hummed. "They're from my grandparents. I adored them growing up. Pop was actually the one who introduced me to Crimson Riot." He smiled softly, nostalgic. "They died within months of each other, years ago. Mom said pop died from a broken heart cause he couldn't live without nana." 

"Hm," Bakugou hummed to show he was listening. 

"Do you want to talk about yours?" Kirishima asked carefully, fingers brushing on Bakugou's arm. 

The blond ducked his head, hiding his eyes. "Not really," he denied quietly. "They didn't die."

Kirishima's eyes widened, breath sucking in before he could stop it. Bakugou curled in on himself. 

"It's my fault," Bakugou added quickly. "They tried to love me. I'm just...difficult."

"No," Kirishima denied, pulling him into a hug. "I love you, and I don't regret a moment of it."

Bakugou sniffled against him, one hand clutching at his shirt. "You're stupid though," Bakugou muttered. 

Kirishima laughed, kissing his temple. "Not about this. Not about you. I love you, Katsuki. You're worth it."

…..

Kirishima hated it, but he assumed the white line on Bakugou's skin was from an old friend. An ex-friend. He carefully considered Midoriya across the circle of their friends as Ashido tried to wrangle them all into a game of Truth or Dare. It could even be Midoriya himself. He could understand, after all the hell Bakugou had put him through, something the blond had confessed to him with shame choking him in the dead of the night after another nightmare, this one about Midoriya having jumped from their middle school's roof. Midoriya didn't cover his wrists, showing lines of black, pink, just a couple white, a few red. A normal amount. But had one belonged to Bakugou? 

Having Ashido sneak drinks in for a party was normal. Playing some simple party game like Truth or Dare was normal. Inevitably, some of them drinking too much was normal. 

Asking about marks was not normal. 

"Truth."

"Are any of your tallies from romantic love?" 

Kirishima stiffened, along with most of his sober classmates. Kaminari sighed mournfully. 

"Alas, no, they are not," he answered easily. Kirishima gave some of the others hesitant looks. But that one question had opened the floodgates for their more tipsy peers. 

"Have you given anyone a pink tallie?"

"What's your most embarrassing red line?" 

"Name all your black lines."

"Truth," Bakugou said, clearly buzzed but sitting up under his own power, dark eyes hooded like a lazing predator. His calm aura must have made Ashido bold. 

Too bold. 

"What white line do you wish you could have back?" 

Everyone tensed. You didn't ask about white lines. You didn't.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "I only have one."

Midoriya paled. Kirishima felt sure he'd been right then, about it being him. 

"Then, do you miss them?" 

Kaminari snorted. "Blasty, admitting to missing someone?" 

"They're not dead."

Everyone, even the oblivious Ashido and Kaminari, froze at that. 

"Oh. Uh." Ashido looked around the circle for something to redirect to, nervous and awkward.

"Kacchan," Midoriya whispered quietly, looking near tears. 

"Shut the fuck up, it doesn't matter," Bakugou hissed back, defensive.

"But Kacchan, she's--"

"She's a miserable hag who can't keep her hands to herself," Bakugou snapped back, standing and turning his back on them. "I'm done with this game. Fuck off."

Kirishima scrambled after him. Bakugou didn’t react to his presence, but he did leave his bedroom door open for Kirishina to follow. 

Miserable hag who can't keep her hands to herself.

There was a lot to unpack there. Kirishima had been thinking about it wrong. It wasn't a friend at all. In fact, chances were that one of the black lines on Bakugou's wrist did belong to Midoriya. Might even explain why the other had stuck around these years despite the treatment. He'd known it was all defensive, all Bakugou pushing him away because he was hurt and lashing out. The line was black; Bakugou cared for him, even when he was shouting profanities. 

Kirishima knew who Bakugou called hag. He'd never heard him call anyone else by that specific name. 

"Katsuki?"

"It doesn't matter," Bakugou spoke up, voice raspy. "Who the fuck cares about her, right? I don't need her. I don't need anyone. I'm going to be a great hero and it's not going to be because of her." 

Kirishima wrapped him into a tight embrace, clenching his eyes shut.

Was the other black line his dad at least? It had to be. Right? Surely both of his parents didn't…

"Don't get upset about it," Bakugou muttered at the sound of Kirishima’s sympathetic sniffles. 

"But…"

"It's been white for a long time," he added quietly. "Years now. It's not anything I'm not used to."

"But you shouldn't be used to--Katsuki, she's--"

"I know!" Bakugou cut him off harshly, pulling away. He ran a hand down his face roughly, exhaling. "I know," he repeated. He looked down at his wrist. "Believe me. I know." His voice cracked. Kirishima’s heart broke. "Her mark is still red, you know. How fucked up is that? Even with proof she can't stand me, I still--" he cut himself biting his lip harshly. 

"She's your mom," Kirishima whispered carefully, trying to reach for him, needing to hold him. "She's the one who's fucked up. Not you."

Bakugou bit his lip hard, no longer fighting Kirishima's hold as he fell against his shoulder. 

"It turned white when I was fucking nine. Nine!" He admitted. "She couldn't even stand me for a damn decade. Why the fuck did she even have me if she didn't want me?" Kirishima squeezed him tighter, tears falling from his own eyes. "We had a stupid fight. She lost it, I lost it, who even fucking knows what it was about anymore?" Bakugou pulled back again, pressing his palms to his eyes harshly as if he could stop himself from crying by force. "First time she slapped me too. Guess that makes sense though," he finished in a mumble.

"Katsuki, no it doesn't," Kirishima stressed. 

"Whatever," Bakugou brushed off, trying to collect himself. His eyes were red and puffy and he wasn't meeting his gaze. "I'm going to bed. This is stupid."

Kirishima's heart throbbed and his chest ached in pain for him. He couldn't imagine one of his moms not loving him. 

Bakugou made a lot more sense then. 

"Can I stay tonight?" Kirishima asked as Bakugou folded back the covers. He didn't want to leave him alone, but he would try if Bakugou needed space right now. 

Bakugou paused with his head low, back to Kirishima. The redhead heard a quiet sniffle. 

"Yeah," Bakugou croaked. Kirishima instantly crawled into the bed behind him, spooning close and trying his best to envelope Bakugou in his arms and his warmth. 

"I love you," Kirishima said strongly, kissing the back of his neck, feeling Bakugou curl in on himself tighter. "I love you so much, Katsuki. There is so much about you to love."

Bakugou didn't respond. Kirishima slowly began to turn around an idea in his head as he felt the blond finally start to drift into unconsciousness. 

If Bakugou's mom didn't appreciate him, then she didn't get to be in his life. She definitely wasn't going to hit him. Not ever again. Kirishima would ask him to join him when he went home next time they had a holiday. He knew his moms would love Bakugou. 

His thumb brushed over Bakugou's wrist, counting the meager tallies. 

Yeah. They would, he knew, and Bakugou needed more love. He deserved more love. 

And Kirishima would make damn sure he got all the love he could possibly get. 

#kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #my writing #soft bakugou katsuki #angst #h/c #tallies #not sure if ill ever add anything else to this verse but i liked the idea so here you go #tw child abuse

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

I wish you would write a fic where the teachers confront Bakugou's treatment of Midoriya after their final exam. Maybe Bakugou ends up hurting Midoriya more then he intended (breaking his nose or jaw? I would imagine being backhanded by those gauntlets would hurt) and now he has to explain why he hit Mido. The teacher also realize that they fucked up by putting the responsibility of fixing Balugou's temper on Mido.

I actually have something along these lines in the works

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Save me

Kirishima is my boy I love him so very much 

Kirishima x reader 

word count: 1,400

warnings: angst, mentions of torture, being burned, Implied PTSD 

Kirishima had liked you since the fist week of class. both of you had been paired up for the training exercises with Allmight. You were powerful but more than that you were incredibly smart too. At first he thought it was just Admiration. He liked you because he wanted to be like you the same way he admired Bakugou. But when he was wracking his brain for reasons to hang out for the third time that week he realized he didn't want to be your friend or your Partner. He wanted to hold you in his arms, to kiss the top of your head.

Kirishima was In love. And he was going to do absolutely about it. Sure maybe it wasn't the manliest thing in the world. For once,  he didn't care he would much rather hide his feeling and stay close to you, than confess and get rejected. He knew that he would get rejected the way he knew the sun would come up tomorrow morning. It was a serenity he never bothered to question. It was at the sports festival when he first questioned this fact. You had whooped him but he wasn't upset. He would have gladly lost a thousand times over if it meant you would get to win. He had seeled his nerve and asked you out for lunch the next day.  You said yes.

Kirishima had stared at you disbelieving but, excited none the less. You put on your shoes and grabbed your umbrella. You turned and kissed him on the cheek good bye. With that, you walked into the rain not looking back. That was the last time anyone saw you until the night of the Attack.

They called you a success. They had broken beaten you and twisted you against your morals. You had done a horrible thing but what else could you do. You had to choices, Obey or be beaten ans starved. They were Villains after all what did they care if you died. But you didn't die you warped and grew strong under their fire. Shigiraki couldn't be happier. He was getting ambitious, he wanted to try again with Bakugou. You knew there was no way in hell Balugou would take their shit but you didn't stay anything. They had made you obedient not loyal.

You got dressed with Shankey fingers. You didn't think you would be able to fight your classmates, your friends. But the others thought so. You only had your mask left to put on. It was probably the only part of the costume you were sure you needed. The black silk dug into the back of your head a little but you didn't mind, as long as it was too tight to fall off.

Things had gone to hell pretty much as soon as you arrived at the training Camp. The Heroes to be were stronger than any of you had though they would be. You had managed to shake the other villains. You were hiding in the bushes frozen watching the battle not taking a side. You saw soji his wings wrapped around Mydoria.

Everything happened in slow motion. Dabi sent a jew of hot blue flames right at them. If you didn't do something they would get burned or worse. You leaped out from your hiding spot tackling Soji out of the way of the fire. An ember caught the back of your costume setting your whole back a light. But at that moment it didn't matter. The Flame ate away at your clothing climbing higher and higher.

A wall of Ice shot at you, on instinct you leaped over it gracefully, you don't remember pulling out your dagger but there it was flying through the air, the only place it could have come from your own hand. It cut Todoroki's arm as easily as it had cut through the air. You let out a sigh of relief, relief that you didn't stick the knife in his forehead. But you were far from being able to relax. You were still on fire after all.

Before you could do anything to put out the blue flame, now licking the collar of your shirt and singing the skin of your back. An all to familiar portal appeared. You were frozen, should you run to them like an obedient little tool? Or run away and risk it all. The mask slipped from your face, the flames eating away completely at the silk ribbons. There was a collective gasp and you knew they had seen.

Then you were slipping into the ground, or more accurately you fell into the portal that had opened beneath your feet and into the Layer of Villians.

They were pleased, the mission was a success, despite the hiccups you had gotten Bakugou hadn't you? And besides If your mask hadn't fallen off, distracting the young heroes they might have bested the villains. You had played your part like an obedient little tool.

Kirishima couldn't stop starring at the mask. The mask they said you wore. Because you were a villain now, you had attacked them and aided in the kidnapping of Bakugou. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He could still remember how blinding your smile could be. How soft your hands were when your hands brushed. He could imagine you the day you wen missing, his mind's eye had a crystal clear picture of what you would look like when you were old and a grandparent. But for the life of him, he couldn't see you doing evil.  

Aziawa had come to the conclusion that you had been brain washed. Kirishima found himself agreeing with his teacher whole-heatedly. Of course, that's what it had to be, it had to be. That's when he started developing the plan to save you and Bakugou. Soji said you had saved him and Mydorya so you could be reasoned with. Kirishima knew in the depths of his very soul that he had to be the one to save you, and even if he died trying, or if he failed a thousand times over, he would be the hero you needed.

You were sat in the corner trying to contain the giggles that bubbled up in you throat. You knew it would be bad if they caught you laughing at their failures but when Bakugou told them to get on their knees and beg you really had to bite your tongue.  Your escape was emanate, all you had to do was  stay close to Bakugou and stay clear of his explosions. For the first time in months, you felt hope again.

Kirishima was ecstatic to have been able to save Bakugou, and he was overjoyed that the Pros had been able to save you. But it was a hallow joy. He still hadn't been able to see you. Rumor had it that you were not adapting well to being saved. You had been gone for months, who knows what they did to you or if you would ever be the same. The thought of you being irrevocably changed broke Kirishima's heart so he pushed the thought out of his mind.

They were giving you a Visitor, another hero or therapist that you would lash out at, sometimes physically, and push them away until they gave up. They strong ones lasted little more than a week. It wasn't a therapist or a Pro who came through the door. It was Kirishima. You could practically see the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he walked in your room. He moved to hug you but stopped himself, he had obviously been told not to touch you.  He went on a long rant about how he had missed you and that turned into a long talk of all you had missed. He talked like you had been away on vacation not kidnapped. It was a nice change of pace.

He missed you and you missed him. You didn't lash out the way you had with everyone else, because you wanted to see Kirishima again. The truth was, you were scared and didn't know what else there was for you to do. But even though Kirishima wasn't the one to pull you out of the Villian's grasp Maybe he could still save you.

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima imagine #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero x reader #my hero acadamy

[kiritouyadeku96]

If Bakugou does lose his quirk like people are theorising surely Mitsuki wouldn’t be so forgiving with U.A a second time? And Inko with Midoriya being in the frontlines of it all?

#bnha bakugou #bnha spoilers #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #my hero imagines #surely they won’t forgive so easily this time:/ hell if I was Balugou’s mother I wouldn’t have forgave them the first time!