#big bro Bakugou

[smashboxgirl26]

keke KEKE KEKE LISTEN!!!! (this is entirely your fault) but i cant stop thinking about cowboy bakugo and just,,, imagine riding a horse w him,,, his front pressed against your back, his voice right in your ear,, arms around you holding the reinssss AHHHH and idk much about horse riding but i've read that if you're not used to riding then when you get off a horse you get the horse riding equivalent of sea legs? so just imagine that happening and bakugo laughing his ass off at you bc he's a little bi-

NOOOO THISSS OMGGGGGG u have such a big brain

i'm just thinking about it being a beautiful day, and you're sitting on the swing on the porch of your house, a book in hand as you sway slightly, side to side, from the small nudges your foot makes with the peeling wooden floor.

you're suddenly looking up from the sound of hooves against the dirt road that lead up the trail to your house, and seeing Katsuki coming up from the distance — cowboy hat and all as he rides up steadily, slowing down right before he reaches the front of your small house. he only tips his hat when he walks up the porch steps, stepping into your house under his routine of meeting with your parents after tying his horse to the railing so she doesn't go anywhere.

he comes out to find you petting her, softly introducing yourself — the book you were reading long forgotten on the swinging porch bench.

"she's pretty," you say when you notice that he's arrived. you're both acquainted, but you don't know each other well enough to be friendly.

"thanks. 'er name's demi."

"like the singer?" you raise an eyebrow, but katsuki only looks confused.

"who?"

"you don't know her?"

"i don't really listen to a lot of music," is all he replies with, and it's silent between you both again.

you find yourself wanting to prolong the conversation, not even knowing why — but maybe it's the soft look he's giving as he watches you pet her.

"i've never ridden a horse before," is all you can come up with  — all that appears in the empty brain that always follows his presence.

"really?" now it's his turn to raise an eyebrow, but underneath his calm expression you can see something being calculated in his eyes. "how's that even possible? yer parents have 'em."

"never took interest in them, i guess. i regret it now though," you sigh, deciding to give demi one last stroke over her nose before you stepped away.

before katsuki can even realise what he's saying, he's offering to let you ride her.

"are you serious?" you stare at him, wide eyed. he can't even stop himself from thinking about how cute you are.

"why not?" he shrugs. "i'll help you up."

his hands are warm as they wrap around your waist, and you can feel as each of his fingers dig into your shirt as he helps lift you up onto the saddle, climbing in right behind you as soon as your settled, and you almost jump out of place when you feel the way his abs are pressed into your back.

he instructs you to put your feet over his in the stirrups so you don't fall over if demi stops abruptly, while keeping one hand on your waist and the other on the reigns as he starts you both off in a slow trot.

it's exhilarating, being out in the fresh air on a beautiful cloudy day. but your heart beats faster when katsuki places your hands on the reigns, his large, rough hands over yours, with instructions on how to steer her smoothly chiding in your ear.

you lose yourself in the moment, lost to the way his hands guide you, his low voice speaking softly along with his slow breathing in your ear.

and you're both out for a good while, until you find yourself having almost full control of the reigns while katsuki's hands rest over your thighs, ready to take control at moments notice if something were to go wrong (but still stirring butterflies in your stomach as the shift slightly with each step demi takes).

he jumps off first when you both find yourselves at your front porch once more, a hand outstretched to help you down — but you don't expect the way your legs start wobbling and you practically fall into his arms.

katsuki snorts, loudly, clearly trying to hide his snickering under his arm while still providing you stability to walk back to your porch.

"are you laughing at me?" you accuse him.

you're amused — you've never seen him like this. every interaction you've had prior was so... quiet.

and it's when you try to take a step back to observe his expression better, only to find yourself stumbling once more, that his chuckles exploded into barked out laughter.

"you actually suck." you say annoyed, but you're still smiling even with your arms crossed over your chest. his laughter was too contagious.

"s'not my fault you suck at walking," he snickers before helping you sit down on your porch swing once more.

he catches the title of the book you were reading, recognizing the title of a romance he'd read not too long ago.

"how's the book? i gotta say, the ending sucked for that one."

#bro im actually so dumb this was supposed to be short and i got so carried away #the words just flew out of me i didn't even know what happened whoops #cowboy bakugou is just too big of weakness for me it seems #also slightly different au than strawberry jam #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #cowboy bakugou #cowboy bakugou x reader

[bkgml]

I desperately need a part 2 to the head scratching obsession katsuki has with a few different scenarios preferably MAYBE reader scratches his head w her pretty nails while there hanging out w friends and he’s trying SO HARD not to let them see him fold 😭

OHHHHHHHH YESSSSS

car ride

i’m thinking of u and katsuki sitting in the backseat of a car idk who’s driving maybe it’s a bakusquad road trip and everyone else is asleep

(except kiri who has his eyes locked on the road)

and it’s getting super late but youre still a couple hours from the hotel.

i’m thinking it’s like a van situation and u and kats are in the back back bc kats hates having eyes drilling into the back of his skull.

and you can tell he’s getting super sleepy but he keeps saying he’s fine and he can wait until you’re out of the car.

i’m thinking you’re leaning up against the window with your legs in his lap and his body keeps deflating with tiredness and eventually you just tug at his arm and open yours in invitation.

he huffs but flops down onto your lap anyway but he’s still frowning as if it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world.

until he feels your heavenly nails graze his scalp, sending full body chills through him causing him to nuzzle into you and groan lightly.

it doesn’t take long for him to still, falling into a deep sleep.

and just know he’s going to be annoyed to the max when you get to the hotel. grumbles that you should just sleep in the car.

drunk

you’ve been at the club for 3 hours now, you’re dancing with mina and you look real sexy. if only it wasn’t so late. katsuki is dead tired and is ready to just flop into bed.

“bro take a shot, you look like you’re gonna fall asleep at the table.” kiri advises before downing three shots with denki.

“bullshit.” katsuki murmurs.

“why not bro? you’re not driving.” sero says with a hint of malice in his tone, stuck being the DD for the night.

“whatever. just order more shots.” katsuki groans.

****************************************************

“katsukiiii!” you cheer, skipping over to him giddily.

“that’s not katsuki anymore, yn. thats BIG KB!” denki cheers, earning a groan from mina.

“what is that stupid ass nickname.” she says, rolling her eyes.

taking a closer look at your boyfriend he does seem a little out of it.

“what’s the matter… big kb?” you tease, grinning.

you’re only a little tipsy. mostly high on life of the dance floor but sober enough to think straight.

“had some drinks.” he murmurs, fingers reaching over to rub against your cheek.

you pause, slightly stunned at his words.

“wow.. did you lose a bet kats?” you question, leaning into his touch.

he shakes his head, frowning at you thinking he would ever lose a bet to the idiots.

“nah he was just a sleepy guy, weren’t ya?” denki teases, pinching katsuki’s arm.

katsuki frowns, shrugging denki off.

you giggle leaning closer to katsuki.

“you a little tired, suki?” you whisper to keep the conversation private.

he frowns, offended.

“no? could stay here all night.” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

you make a ‘really?’ face at him.

he scoffs. as if you don’t believe him, ridiculous.

“go back out and dance.” he says, nudging you away softly.

you hesitate, wanting to settle down for the night yourself now.

katsuki’s so cute when he’s drunk, you just want to be at home with him.

“guys we’re actually just gonna uber home right now, but this was super fun.” you say smiling and katsuki frowns deeply.

the four had moved onto another conversation while you talked to katsuki, their attention now turning to you and your boyfriends big frown.

“wow, getting lucky tonight bakugou?” denki grins.

katsuki wraps an arm around you as if to protect you from his words.

“we’re not even going home, shut it.” he grunts.

you turn your head to look at your boyfriend.

“yes we are.” you say gently.

“no.”

“katsuki, yes.” you say firmly.

“no.”

you feel frustration bubble up in your head but push it down in favour of sneaking your arm behind katsuki’s head, fingers dancing on the very back of his neck.

“no. not this shit.” he groans, but doesn’t move away from your touch.

“shhhh, let’s go home big kb.” you whisper into his ear.

your hand toys with the hairs at the back of his neck before snaking up from his neck to the crown of his head, causing chills to spread throughout katsuki.

he groans deeply.

“fine.” he grits out between his teeth, refusing to look down at you.

“ha! did you see that mina?! did you see-“ denki gets cut off at katsuki shoving him off his place on the booth, making denki tumble onto the floor so you and kats can get out.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x yn #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

[writingwhileblvck]

Showering with Them

Listen showering with this man can go one of two ways:

Either your laughing and having a great time. You wash his hair for him, giving him crazy hairstyles with the suds. He washes your back for you, and you guys just talk and chill. Just a real wholesome experience.

OR

He's got you up against the shower wall, legs in the air as he fucks you on his heavy dick. In situations like this, your basically a human flesh light for him. He'll bounce you up and down on his dick, completely disregarding your screams of pleasure.

And ya'll know bro is strong as hell so he's not getting tired babes. he will have you in that shower until the water runs cold. Fuck a water bill, okay?

KIRISHIMA, eren, gojo, ITADORI

Showering with this man is actually a very relaxing and sensual experience. In the eyes of the world he is tough, cold, and stoic. But behind close doors he's very warm and gentel.

So when your showering there is a lot of touching, kissing, and whispered sweet words. He'll run his big, warm hands down your body, messaging your breast. Rolling those sensitive nipples in between his fingers. He'll rub small circle's on your clit while leaving wet kisses on your neck. He'll play with your sweet spot until you crying and begging for him to let you cum. After he'll help you get washed up and dressed. It's honestly very nice.

Bakugou, NANAMI, konig, AKI, AIZAWA

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #kirshima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #itadori smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #konig #konig x reader #konig smut #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki smut #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #cod headcanons #mha #jjk

[rumisgf]

“ATTITUDE PROBLEM” - bakugou x reader

summary: a match made in hell heaven: a sassy man w a sassier gf. while you’re trying to be productive you end up getting annoyed with him, with how irritating he can be. but, your attitude is nothing new to him. katsuki definitely knows to- no, enjoys putting you in your place.

warnings: college!au, little to no plot, unprotected sex, degradation, dry humping, overstimulation, bakugou talks a lot, reader is black ofc, slight exhibitionism

“what’s the attitude for?”

bakugou dragged you to his dorm after you being all pouty the whole day. it’s currently the afternoon and you’re supposed to be studying, but instead he decides to deal with you. you both studying together is never a good idea, simply because you both have a smart ass mouth.

“cause you keep trynna act like i’m stupid or somethin’ and we’re doing the same thing, won’t even let me check my phone without sayin’ shit.” you nearly mumble, purposefully to show you don’t even wanna explain yourself. he rolls his eyes and you smack your lips, making a “mmcht” noise. “‘n there you go.”

he looks at you, ready to open his big mouth. instead, he looks at you for a good few seconds. he examines your little stank face, your eyes looking at him with your fresh set of lashes done, his beanie that you stole from him on your head. your brat attitude at the moment. so fucking adorable… he thinks to himself as his eyes can’t help but catch your plump lips. “maybe if ya actually got somethin’ done i’d be off yer lil ass but ‘xcuse me.”

just as you’re getting ready to retort back, he cuts you off with a kiss before you can even speak. you stare blankly at him, trying to hide how easily flustered he can make you. but he already knows.

“now can we do this shit so we’re not clueless on our next patrol?”

“who is we?”

this earned you him rolling his eyes again, before swiftly lifting you out your chair and into his lap. “fix this lil attitude you got before i fix it for you, lil bro.” he says with a stern, yet not completely serious tone. he’s messing with you right now, but if you don’t stop he’s about to, how do you say, stand on business. “lil bro is crazyyy.” you reply in a fake annoying tone. just like he likes this, you like agitating him because you know exactly where it leads. no matter if you’re still annoyed or not you’re still having fun.

“and what if i don’t fix it, the fuck? you don’t scare me.”

with that you find your lips smashed onto his, his hands fiercely gripped the side of your face while the other is gripping your waist, moving you on his lap closer to him. “watch who you talkin’ to.” he mutters into the kiss. his voice is still calm, but much lower in tone and more serious. you smirk into the kiss, hands disappearing into his hair. you go to unbutton his pants and he grabs your hand. “nah, watch out.” he instead turns his chair and places you on his bed, climbing on top of you shortly after. his lips travel to your neck, and he revels in the soft noises spilling out your mouth. you can feel him biting down on the flesh, sucking dark spots wherever he wants. you can also feel him grow harder on your crotch through the fabric of your leggings. “kats-”

he stops, and looks down at you, so vulnerable for him already. “hmm? what happened?” he makes himself seem so oblivious, even though he knows exactly what’s he’s doing to you. he becomes even more amused when you start to chase him lips and softly grind on his erection, slowly becoming so needy for him. he simply laughs, then begins to pull down your leggings. his fingers brush past your clothed wetness and the smirk on his face grows wider. “that easy? ain’t even touch ya yet and you makin’ a mess through your panties?”

“shut up..” you can’t respond properly. any smart remark has flown out your brain through your ears, he won and he knows it. “just do somethin’ about it.” and he does just that. he pulls your underwear to the side, and his thumb finds your clit. you whine at his touch, feeding his ego. “like that?” you nod frantically and he chuckles, keeping a dreadfully slow pace that has you feening for more. he looks down, seeing your slick being to drip out your sweet cunny, landing on his bedsheets. “damn..” he sounds breathless, admiring what he caused. “so wet f’ me, princess.”

his hands immediately go to unzip his pants, and he throws off his hoodie. you instinctively slide off your underwear, biting your lip as you keep eye contact with the bulge in his boxers. “yeah take that shit off f’ me.” his voice is making you hotter by the minute. you look up at him puppy eyed, and he smiles at you. “what’chu want?” he asks tauntingly, already knowing the answer. “i need you now, please.” you whine, pulling him closer

he follows that command, pulling down his boxers. his dick springs out of them and you swear your mouth actually starts watering. his hands spread your legs wide open, and he begins to push himself into your sopping entrance. “fuuuck..” you moan, feeling every inch of him go in. he wastes no time pumping into you, hand placed on your lower stomach. “you still got an attitude? huh? you wanna be a fuckin’ brat? you- ah shit- you still wanna get smart with me, slut?” he looks down at you, looking at your closed eyes. you shake your head, leaning into the pillow. he can’t help but fall weak to how wet and warm you feel on his dick as he slips in and out of you. “look at me, baby.”

his pace quickens, thrusting harder into you while looking you straight in your eyes. you moan out his name and it sends him flying inside. “yeah… yeahhh take that shit.” his hand moves to your hips, pushing you down further onto his dick. “fuck, b-baby..i- can’t..” you cry, feeling the knot in your stomach form. but, he doesn’t care one bit. you were gonna stand on how you were acting. “take this dick, be a big girl.” he says, voice much deeper the second time as he presses his hand back on your lower stomach. his begins to pant with his thrust as he feels your walls tight around him. your hand tries to hold onto his stomach in at attempt to push him back, but you can’t even get yourself to reach because he’s too much. “uh huh, such a big girl. take it f’ me like a good lil slut.”

your moans grow louder as your orgasm begins to creep up on you. “kats i’m close- fuck!” you throw your head back in pure bliss. “yeah, you gonna cum? huh baby?” he grips one of your asscheeks and squeezes it. “yess…fuck kats i’m gonna cum..” you can barely speak through your moans. “mhm, let everybody in that hallway know who my little slut is.” shivers begin to flow down your spine as you begin to do what he has said and cream all over his dick, practically screaming and crying out his name as he continues to drill into you. this sends him over the edge as he chases his own high, leaning his body onto yours. he buries his face into your neck as he pounds into you, overstimulating your soaking cunt. “shit.. ah shit- fuck baby, i’m close.” strings of curses flow out his mouth into your ear. the combination of your lewd, near pornographic moans and your warm walls fluttering around him is almost too much for him. then, he starts to let out a sharp, low moan that lingers on as his orgasm comes over him. he pulls out, letting go on your stomach and moans becoming more breathy as his seed spills out in heavy loads.

he immediately shifts up off you, grabbing multiple tissues out the box he has on his nightstand. you’re still fucked out, breathing heavy and eyes barely open so all you can do is lay there as he wipes you off. after both of you are cleaned off with your underwear back on he plops over next to you, then pulls you on top of him. you both take a second to catch your breath, then he locks eyes with you. one hand finds your ass, softly massaging the skin while the other cups your cheek. “you’re a real brat, y’know that?” you look back at him for a second, then smile lazily at him “i know.” he smacks his lips and you giggle into his chest, purposefully unconsciously shifting on his lap. “stop playin’ before fuck the shit out of you again.”

spoiler alert, he did. about three more times actually.

© rumisgf

#bakugou katsuki #i’ve had this draft for months #bakugou x black reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki x black reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki smut #katsuki x reader #mha #mha smut

[myballsyourballs]

OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x male reader #keigo takami #x male reader #male reader #reader #keigo x male reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami x male reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks fic #hawks fanfic #keigo takami fic #keigo takami fanfic #masc reader #x masc reader #x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo fic #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #mha x reader #mha x male reader #mha

[r4spb3rr13s]

pro heroes meeting their feisty, mcbling gf

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, dabi

note: it’s me, i’m the feisty mcbling gf 😞

Katsuki has been on shift for what feels like hours. In reality… well it has been hours. He’s been patrolling a smaller, more mundane part of Tokyo, where all he’s done is help little old ladies with their groceries and scold kids for trying to steal candy.

He was dying to get home.

So, when he heard a scream five minutes from patrol ending, the groan he let out was loud, unprofessional and frankly, really douche-y of him. But still, he flew towards the alley it echoed from.

He turned the corner, expecting a damsel in distress…

Only to see you.

Beating a man with a Juicy Couture suede bag, wobbling on platform sandals.

While this man lets out the girliest, highest-pitched screams Katsuki has ever heard in his life.

“That’s.” Hit. “What.” Hit. “You.” Hit. “Get!” Big hit!

Katsuki blinks out of his trance and takes a booming step toward you. “What the fuck’s goin on?”

You gasp and look up, and Katsuki swears his heart is echoing out of his chest.

Your s/c skin is everywhere, from your jean shorts to the cleavage practically spilling out your leopard print zip-up, and as you straighten up, he catches a glimpse of a belly ring that makes him gulp.

Your hair frames your face with a pair of sunglasses at the top of your head, showing off a fantastic scowl. Glittery eyes are met with furrowed brows, decorated with piercings-galore on your face, and two big hoops either side of your head.

“This prick!” You punctuate it with a nudge of your painted-pink toe, “Tried to rob me! I kneed him in his tiny balls.”

Katsuki raises a brow. You take a minute to glare at the guy, still whimpering, before you strut towards him with narrowed eyes.

You hate to admit it, but Dynamight was hotter in real life. Soot is smeared on his cheek and the scowl on his face sends his ruby-red lasers shooting through you.

“What? You have a staring problem?” You ask with a hand on your hip. Every ounce of confidence you’re letting off is soooo clearly fake right now, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

He shakes his head and looks around you to the poor guy on the floor. He’s not going anywhere, still curled up in a feral position and cradling his nads.

Katsuki sweats.

“Alright, sweetheart-”

You try to pretend it doesn’t make your heart skip a beat.

“Sweetheart?” He freezes and looks down at your cocked brow. “At least take me out for a drink first, Mr. Dynamight, c’mon.”

He clears his throat awkwardly, “Shit- sorry, I didn’t- look, you’re okay, right? No injuries?”

You’re inspecting your nails at this point, trying to avoid looking at the muscles in his hero costume. “Huh? Nah, but he should probably get checked out. Am I good to go?”

You sound eager to leave, but you make no move to when he nods.

Instead, you stand, scrutinising him with crossed arms. Katsuki hates to admit it, but even standing a whole foot taller than you, you’re making the blond blush.

“Okay, what? You need somethin’?” He gruffly says.

You glance back at the idiot still on the floor, and he flinches at your gaze.

“You don’t need my number for a report or somethin’?”

The words leave your mouth sooner than you can stop them, but you keep your face cool as your turn around. God, you need a smoke after this.

Katsuki’s hearts skips a beat, but his lip quirks up and he huffs out a chuckle. He reaches into one his pockets, and passes you his phone.

He’s still blushing, but God that man is grinning as well.

:::

Eijiro is mid-lat pulldown when he hears you through the full blast of his headphones. Being the manly pro he is, he takes an earbud out to hear the commotion.

“When I say fuck off, I mean fuck off! What part of that isn’t get through your thick skull?”

Eijiro watched as you scream in a steroid-fueled gym-bro’s face. You’re jabbing a pink nail in his chest, neon pink shorts matching to a sports bra and a small hoodie on your top half.

He gets off the machine, and a loud clang echoes through the gym - you don’t even notice.

“What, too much muscle blocking your brain from working?”

The guy is getting ready to respond, an ugly, violent grimace on his face. As Eijiro steps behind you and crosses his arms, the guy thinks twice.

He nods at you, and turns away, practically running.

You huff and tuck a loose piece of hair behind your hair.

“What was that?”

You jump at the voice and spin around with a shout. A chest- Jesus Christ, he’s tall. You’re face-to-chest with a man covered in muscle, a sharp-toothed smile and spiky, red hair to match it.

“Oh!”

…

…

He raises a brow and smiles at you.

A blush is fighting it’s way onto your face, but you’re too cool for that. Way too cool. So you clear your throat and stop staring at his adorable face for a minute.

“He wasn’t taking no for an answer,” You huff and cross your arms.

Eijiro frowns, “Shit, that sucks. Do you come here often?”

…

It’s your turn to raise a brow.

His face turns as red as his hair when he realises how stupid that sounded. It’s weirdly endearing watching such a large man blush and panic in front of you.

“N-no, like, I can get him banned if you’re a regular. I know the owners, so-”

“Where do I know you from?” You cut him off, doing mental gymnastics.

Eijiro freezes as he watches you. Your thick lashes touch your brows as you go wide-eyed, staring at him intently. So intently, he’s terrified to move a muscle.

You click your fingers and point a sparkly nail at his chest, “Red Riot! I knew I recognised you from somewhere.”

He grins and shrugs. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I mean,” You trail off for a minute, using all your self-restraint to not blush or stutter in front of this fine-ass man, “if you ever wanted to come to rescue again, I could just give you my number?”

Eijiro has never grabbed his phone faster in his life.

:::

Izuku has been caught in the midst of little fans. Children are detaching themselves from parents, flying away from friend groups to crowd around for his autograph. He’s reminded again why he always wears a cap and glasses when he goes to the mall.

He just needed to pick up a pair of boxers, for Gods sake.

A little boy comes hurtling at him, but such is the norm. What he doesn’t see is the girl sprinting after him- sprinting in platform heels that is.

Jeans cling to you tighter than your zebra print top, and the tiny handbag on your shoulder keeps slipping down. Every step you take is a loud jingle with the massive array of jewellery you have on, and star-shaped clips in your hair keep slipping out.

“Deku! You’re the coole-”

“Isamu! Get back here!” You screech. Your sister was going to kill you if she knew the one time you took your nephew out for a little trip to the mall, you lost him.

Watching him talk to a stranger was almost the cherry on top.

You come to a skidding stop, somehow not hurtling over on your open-toed death machines, and grab the 5 year old by the armpits. Isamu let’s out an excited shriek and smiles at you.

Then he points to the guy.

That guy being the number one hero in Japan.

You nearly drop your nephew.

“Oh my God-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both speak at the same time, then shut up, and just stare at each other like two idiots. He’s not in his costume - duh, idiot, he’s at the mall?- but he looks just as good as he does with his face plastered all over Tokyo.

Strong arms are straining the seams of his black shirt, and his dark hair is brushing the nape of his neck- it looks so soft-

“I’m really sorry, I should have come out with my hat on, sunglasses-”

“Please do not apologise for looking that good,” You mutter and roll your eyes. Then you freeze. Then you both look at each other, while you nibble your lip and smear your lipgloss everywhere.

“Deku! Can I have your auto map!” Isamu screeches from your arms, wiggling like a worm. It’s getting hard to hold him, so you plop him down and hold his hand instead.

“Autograph, buddy, not auto map,” You whisper in his ear.

Izuku’s heart skips a beat. You are gorgeous, silly and amazing with kids- I mean, what else could he really ask for?

He nods and crouched to Isamu’s height.

“Who am I making it out to, then?”

Isamu screams his government name so loud you want to cover your ears, but you just smile awkwardly at Izuku crouching under you.

He looks at you with his big, doe eyes and a soft smile. “What about you?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want an autograph-”

“Your name?”

Oh shit. You mutter it and watch with a smile as the pro scrawls on a notebook he miraculously pulled out from his arse. His round, perky-

“There you go, Isamu. It was great meeting you,” He pats your nephew’s head, who is practically beaming. “It was nice meeting you too, Y/n,” he adds, and turns away with a wave.

As you walk away, Isamu thrusts the paper in your hand.

“LOOK AT IT AUNTIE Y/N!!”

‘if it’s not too forward, id like you text me sometime y/n :)’ and next to the note is his number.

Cheeky bitch.

:::

Dabi has no fucking idea how he ended up in a bar blasting Kesha from the speakers with millennial women screaming ‘this was my party song!’ but he hates it.

Until he sees you.

You’re in the tiniest jean skirt he’s ever seen, and your ass cheeks are so close to popping out. If you’d just stopped swaying your hips and bend over, he’d get a glimpse-

But you turn around, and he watches you twist and turn in a matching halter top, jewellery adding rhythms to the music.

Dabi swears he has never seen anything as captivating as your baby pink lips mouth along to Die Young. God, was he really thinking that? In relation to Kesha? You must be special, he thinks to himself.

He makes no move, though. He sits at the bar, watching you tip back fruity cocktails and teeter on your fur-covered boots.

He looks away for a second, he swears, and suddenly you’re on the bar stool next to him. Not just sat, but staring. Like, blatantly staring right at him.

He mirrors you, leaning on his palm and watching you.

You’d be lying if you tried to say his cerulean eyes weren’t doing something to you, but there were more pressing issues at hand.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.”

It’s a fact, he has been.

A smile curls onto his lips, and he shifts so he’s closer to you. “Have I? Didn’t notice…”

You’re drunk. Like, much too drunk, because his face is a blur- a handsome blur though. You are aware enough to tell he’s staring at your tits, though.

You click your fingers in his face and he looks back up at you. There’s a moment on his face where he looks shocked, but a bigger smirk replaces it.

“Sorry, hun-”

“Hun? What am I, 5?”

He leans forward, and the overwhelming stench of a beach fire is fighting with your Britney Spears perfume. The air starts to smell like burnt sugar around you, and it’s weirdly compelling.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

“Well, you’ll need my number to call me.”

It takes you a minute to realise how dumb that was- you’re drunk and that is not what he meant, but it made him drop the cool boy act. He stared at you for a second with wide eyes before chuckling under his breath.

“You are somethin’, princess…”

“Princess?”

“Yeah, the skirt and all the pink- very princessy,” He gestured to your outfit before pulling out… a burner phone.

You really should not have drank that much, because you don’t even care to question it as you’re typing you digits in.

note: ffs i didn’t make izuku’s gf feisty enough 😞

#{ mcbling baddie } #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #eijiro #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #bnha x mcbling reader

[antiwhores]

I was wondering if i could suggest a creep!bakugo fic about his infatuation with perfumes and body wash scents if you don’t want to I understand but just asking <3

Sorry, I have been SO busy bro but I gotchu.

I feel like Bakugou would walk by you and purposely sniff a big ass sniff of you. He’s actually obsessed with your smell. When you invite him over to your house to watch a movie at the beginning of your relationship, he almost gets hard walking in when the scent of you smacks him in the nose.

He immediately heads to the bathroom the first time he comes over.

“I need to pee.” He stutters out as he bolts towards the bathroom door.

“Oh, so suddenly? Are-“ He slams the door in your face before you even finish your sentence.

Later on, during the movie you slowly start to make your way over to him. And when you finally start to snuggle him close, his eyes roll back as he smells your hair. He’s so glad that the blanket you put over the two of you is covering the chub in his pants. But does it? You notice it, covering the blush on your face with the same blanket.

After the movie, it’s late and you offer him to stay over. His boner had gone down with the help of imagining the most disgusting shit he could think of (Deku).

He takes your offer and you guys put on another movie. He’s gotten used to your scent now and he’s somewhat upset about it.

He doesn’t get to finish the movie because you both fall asleep on top of each other.

He wakes up first, eyes still adjusting to the light. He checks if you’re really asleep before he leans down and pushes his head into the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath, then a couple. Before he has to pull himself away because you start to stir.

You offer him to take a shower as you work on breakfast.

He smells all of your products while in the bathroom. The shampoo, body wash, conditioner, your hair stuff, etc. His hands fall down to his cock when he pushes the loofa full of your soap into his nose. He inhales so much soap that he has to hold back multiple sneezes but he doesn’t care. He can only focus on chasing his high as he fucks into one of the panties he found in the dirty clothes bin.

He shoots his cum onto the floor, his long moan drowned out by the sound of the shower water hitting the tub.

When he comes out of the shower, he’s red in the face and ashamed.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x reader #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #mha smut

[touyasdoll]

Like a Sister

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x best friend's little sister!reader

! Disclaimer ! NO INCEST. NO STEPCEST. absolutely nothing against those who write/read that, but this isn't that and I just wanna make that clear <3

Word count: 5k

Warnings: reader is Kiri's adoptive younger sister. I always try to make everything as inclusive as possible, so pls let me know (politely!) if I failed somewhere. fem reader, alcohol, intentionally making someone jealous, reader is wearing a skirt & a charm bracelet, reader gets picked up, missionary/intimate sex, no real prep, lots of feelings involved

Notes: I'm so sorry that this took literally over a year, but I hope that you enjoy it <3

Heartbeats & Handgrenades Masterlist

Your big brother is always looking out for you. You two have been close for as far back as you can remember and he’s always been very protective of you, because the absolute worst thing that he can think of is seeing you get hurt, so he does whatever he can to prevent that. 

It’s sweet, of course, and you love him for it. Eijirou is the best sibling that anyone could ask for. It’s nice having someone who cares enough to look out for you the way that he does. 

However. 

The problem is that he does so damn good of a job trying to look out for you that he ends up scaring off most of the guys you’re interested in. 

It started back in your school days. You’re only a year younger than your adoptive big bro, so you almost always attended the same school. But the moment that he put two and two together and realized that boys had taken an interest in you? It was like his protection skills leveled up. It was as if he had developed a sixth sense for when a cute boy was talking to you. He was always just around somehow. 

It went beyond your time in school though. It’s now become a sizable problem for you well into your adulthood. The same routine over and over again. The guy you’re talking to finds out that you’re the Red Riot’s little sister and suddenly they’re ghosting you for fear of ending up on his bad side. They’ve seen what he’s capable of. Well, physically capable of. In actuality, you don’t think that anyone who did cross you would get more than maybe a stern talking to from the “fearsome” hero. You can’t really blame them though. Most people don’t look at the rock hard hero and think of him as the teddy bear that you know him to be. 

The worst part is that doesn’t even realize that he’s essentially a chronic cockblock and you haven’t ever had the heart to tell him. Not that you think you want to. It is a bit of an awkward conversation to broach with your elder brother. How are you supposed to tell him that him being terrifyingly good at his job is what’s causing all your dick appointments to cancel on you? Especially when he thinks that you’re still such a sweet girl too. Such an innocent girl. Thankfully, he is incorrect there. His brawn doesn’t scare away absolutely everyone that you’re interested in. You’ve had plenty of practice by ways of shallow dating app hookups and bad decisions made after one too many at the bar. But it’s not like you’ve ever brought anyone home to meet the family, so he’s none the wiser to your ways. 

You’ve never so much as mentioned anyone you were seeing to your brother, which is fine by him. In his humble opinion, no one’s good enough for you anyway, which is something that he has expressed multiple times; it’s not a secret that’s what he thinks. He’s more than prepared to see you as his pure, innocent little sister forever.

Bakugou though? He has a lot more trouble picturing you as innocent.

He’s spent too many nights fisting his cock to the thought of your tight pussy wrapped around him. He’s imagined the taste of you on his tongue one too many times to see you as the virginal sweetheart that his best friend believes that you are.

He hates himself for it too. Hates that he always ends up here, furiously stroking himself while suffocating the sound of your name on his lips into his pillow, lest his roommate—your brother—hear him. Hates it. 

Because as much as he lusts after you, he loves you more. He's had to insist to Mina, who can see through his ruse and has called him out of it before, that he loves you like a sister, but in truth, he loves every little thing about you far beyond that. The sound of your laugh, listening to you talk about your interests, even the face that you make when something’s bothering you. He knows it immediately, because all he does when you’re around is watch you. He wants to know what upsets you, so that he can avoid it, so that he can fix it. So that he can make you happy, because that’s all that he’s ever wanted for you. Happiness. 

He couldn't tell you when it started, this little crush of his. As far as he can recall, he's always been drawn to you. You, who would always tag along with the rest of the gang back when you were all in high school. Who never seemed put off by his abrasive personality, even though it was certainly much worse back then. Who, even still today, always offers him a smile and makes his day just a bit brighter with only your presence.

He also couldn't tell you how he felt. First, he had no idea if you felt the same. He liked to think that he was fairly emotionally intelligent, good at reading cues and all that, but when it came to you, he was clueless. And he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to take the rejection. 

Little did he know that you were trying to make it obvious. Your innocent schoolgirl crush had turned into something that ran much deeper than that after so many years of knowing Bakugou. Much like your brother, you immediately saw past his tough exterior and came to realize that he's actually one of the most caring and thoughtful people that you've ever met. He's always looking out for others, and you’ve noticed that you are no exception.

He saw you out on a date once, which was the point. You went to his usual coffee shop with some guy, because you knew that he would be there after his shift for an afternoon pick-me-up. You had hoped that it would make him jealous. That maybe you could get a sense for whether or not he harbored the same feelings that you did. Whether or not he had the same recurrent  thoughts about the feeling of his skin on yours. You just wanted to know; you wanted an inkling of something to prove that maybe he was just as interested as you. 

He did seem irritated beyond that typical gruff facade of his, but he also seemed genuine when he pulled you aside and told you that your date wasn't worth your time. Of course, he'd been right too. Not too long after Bakugou had scooped up his order and bolted, the idiot in question started visibly ogling other patrons in the cafe.

He was always right. About everything. It would honestly be annoying if he wasn't so good at giving advice. You knew that you could always go to him with even the silliest of problems and he'd offer you an attentive ear and a few words of wisdom that you never would've considered on your own. He had a knack for solving your every dilemma. 

Which gives you a wicked idea. 

He's always helped you out before. So why can't he help you with this little problem that you're having now?

Feeling a stroke of genius, you hatch a plan to send Bakugou signals that he can't miss.

You check the time on your phone. 2:16 PM. Your brother still has plenty of time left during his patrol shift and Katsuki is most likely at the apartment all by himself. 

///

Half an hour later, you’re rapping your knuckles against the apartment door and before you can even drop your hand back to your side, the door’s swinging open. 

Bakugou stands before you in gray sweatpants and a loose muscle tank that may have been a sleeved shirt at one point, but now it’s been cut nearly all the way to the hem on both sides. His face twists in confusion as he looks down at you.

“Didn’t your brother tell you he was workin’ today? He won’t be home for another couple hours.”

“I know,” you say simply, shrugging and clasping your hands behind your back as you stroll inside the apartment. “I came to see you.”

“Me?” He asks, sounding slightly incredulous, though he covers it by clearing his throat. “Why? Ya need somethin’?”

“Yeah, actually. Do you have a minute?” 

You go ahead and slip your shoes off by the door before making yourself comfortable on the couch, fanning out your short skirt, so that it drapes across your thigh just right when you cross your legs. 

“I’ve always got time for you.” 

He shrugs, sauntering over to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch. He angles his body to face you as he sprawls out, his muscular arm laying over the back of the couch, fingers almost near enough to touch your shoulder. 

“What’s goin’ on?”

It’s hard to focus on his question when you can see so much of his bare chest beneath his altered tank top, but his voice pulls your eyes to his face and your brain, thankfully, catches up. 

“I’ve just been having some boy troubles,” you admit, a soft pout pursing your lips together. You don’t miss the glance that he steals at them. 

“Well, that’s your problem,” he scoffs. “Stop dating boys and trying dating a man for a change. Boys are just gonna break your heart. A real man’ll treat ya right.”

“By a real man, do you mean someone like.. you?” 

You ask so blatantly that it makes his head spin. He doesn’t even register your hand on his knee until a full two seconds later; he’s too busy trying to process whether or not you actually said what he thinks you said. He looks down and you swear you can sense the nervous energy radiating off of him as he lifts his hand to rest it atop your own. He doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he’s already picturing folding you in half right there on the couch and he respects his best friend too much to ever do something like that to his sister. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

“Someone like me, yeah,” he says as he starts to push your hand away, but he can’t bring himself to actually do it. 

He presses his hand down on top of yours and finds the nerve to meet your gaze, which he immediately recognizes as a mistake. That little smile on your lips. The sense of longing that he’s almost certain he can see in your eyes. They’re both dwindling his resolve down to nothing. 

“Well, why not you?” You shrug, daring to slip your hand up to his thigh. “Why can’t I have you, Katsuki?”

He can’t believe how simple you’re making it sound. As if you two could be together just like that? What would Kirishima think? What would he do? He’s at a loss for words. He can think of reasons to say no, but all that he wants to say is yes. 

“Out of every man that I’ve ever met, you’ve always treated me the best,” you say as you look down at your hands, placing your other one on top of his. “You’re always here for me when I need you. You look out for me. You actually seem to care about how I’m doing. You even pay attention to the little things like how I take my coffee or even when I wear a different perfume. Why shouldn’t I be with a guy who does all of that?”

His heart is pounding in his chest. He’s never actually felt his pulse move quite this fast and considering his line of work, that’s saying something. He opens his mouth, trying to find a way to refuse you, but he can’t. He just can’t. 

“You should,” he starts, brows knitting together with regret. “You absolutely should and you shouldn’t settle for anything less, but I don’t.. I don’t know if..”

His lips press together in a hard line. He can’t even say the words. You tilt your head and the disappointed look on your face just about kills him right there. 

“It’s okay, I understand. I thought that..” you trail off, looking down as you start to pull your hands away. “I’m sorry. I must’ve been misreading things.”

“No,” he says quickly, sandwiching both of your hands between his own as you lift your head to meet his eyes once more and he finds relief in the hope that he finds there. “No, that’s not it. I,” he sighs. “You didn’t misread anything. I like you. Goddamn, do I fucking like you..”

HIs ruby eyes search your face, a melancholy smile just barely turning up the corners of his mouth. You hold your breath, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable ‘but’ that you feel coming. 

“But I don’t know if I could do that to your brother.”

Your shoulders slump and your face falls too, eyes averting to focus on a spot on the floor as you nod your head. You would try to mask your disappointment, but you can’t seem to. Even in this scenario, being Red Riot’s little sister hinders your romantic prospects. 

“I was hoping that because it’s you it wouldn’t be an issue,” you say quietly, retracting your hands as you stand up. “I’m really sorry for bothering you with this. Just don’t even tell him that I was here, please. I’ll get out of your hair before I embarrass myself further.”

You turn to leave and he flies to his feet, reaching out to take your hand and spin you around to face him. His impressively large form looms over you, sizing you up with a genuinely curious expression. 

“What do you mean by that? Because it’s me?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes again. “I just figured that if ever there was a guy that he thought he could trust would treat me right, it’d be you. He respects you more than anyone else he knows. He’s known you forever. He even still looks up to you. If you don’t meet the standard in his eyes then.. I don’t know that anyone ever will.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. He just stares down at you with knit brows and a scowl on his lips, rendered both pensive and frustrated by just how much sense it makes. He can’t deny that. But he also can’t ignore the seemingly infinite amount of times that Kirishima had warned every single member of their friend group growing up that you were strictly off limits. 

Then again. You’re an adult. He’s an adult. And he’s always thought that his friend was a bit too overbearing when it came to your dating life. He gets where he’s coming from; he doesn’t want you dating an asshole, but they’re on the same page there. And this is different. Right? What you’re saying makes sense. He’d never hurt you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did. Kirishima would understand this logic, wouldn’t he?

He hoped so.

You’re waiting for him to say something. Do something. Anything. Finally, he seems to snap out of his thoughts and he tugs on your hand, pulling you closer to slip his arm around your waist as his hand leaves yours to cup your cheek. He kisses you the way that he’s wanted to for so, so long and it feels too right to seem like the wrong decision. 

It happens so fast that you’re caught off guard. It takes a moment for it to register that this is actually happening, but when you realize, you kiss him back with just as much passion. All that tension is broken, shattered to pieces to leave nothing but a sense of all encompassing need in its place. You press your hands to his chest, fingers tightening around the fabric of his tank to tug impatiently. You’d both waited long enough. You’d both waited long enough for this and it was becoming evident just how little patience the both of you had left by the way that you’re hands are greedily exploring each other’s bodies. 

“Are you sure about this?” He manages to mutter between feverish kisses as his hands start to skim beneath your top. “Because I don’t think I’ll survive it if you end up changin’ your mind on me, princess.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you reply without hesitation, reaching down to pull your top off completely before you reach back to unhook your bra. 

You lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls back to take in the sight of you. He’s dreamed about this moment for too long, but it’s clear now that his imagination hasn't been able to do you justice. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says so sincerely that it makes you stop for a moment as your cheeks grow warm. 

You lean in again to grab the hem of his shirt, giving him a chaste kiss before you lift it over his head and toss it aside. Your fingertips explore the shape of his abs, traveling up and over his chest until your hands are pressed behind his neck to pull him in once more. 

“So are you,” you murmur against his lips, capturing them again to slip your tongue into his mouth. 

His large hands find the small of your back before they dip lower to cup your ass. He flips up your skirt and groans when he feels the warmth of your bare skin, massaging your cheeks with a firm but gentle touch. His confidence seems to be growing as quickly as his erection has. You think to yourself that he must not have anything beneath his sweats with the way that you can feel his cock prodding at you.

He helps you shed the rest of your clothing, tugging your panties off along with your skirt before he lifts his arms to let you lift his tank and toss it aside. He’s thoroughly worked up and ready to go, but nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your palm against his throbbing member. His breath hitches and the noise he makes almost sounds pained. All he can think about is having you wrapped around him. He nearly forgets to breathe as he bucks his hips into your touch. A whine even slips from his lips.

“You really don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, eyes closed and hands greedy as they knead the fat of your ass again. 

“I think I have an idea,” you reply, wearing a playful smile as you cut to the chase and tug his sweats down to wrap your hand around his fully exposed and swollen cock. 

He suddenly stoops down to grab you behind your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he silences you with a commanding kiss. He steps out of the sweats now pooled around his ankles and carts you off to the bedroom. 

Your arms are wound tight around his neck and neither one of you seems to want to come up for air. Even when he lays you down, he keeps his lips moving against yours. You part your legs and his fingertips skim along the outside of your thigh as his hips start to roll. He can’t even pretend that he’s in control of them as his tip begins to press against your slit, begging to part your lips and slip right inside of you. 

“Do it,” you beg, the plea hardly a whisper as you continue crashing your lips into his. “Please, Katsuki. I’m ready, I promise. Just fuck me already.”

You shift your hips forward and, as much as he wants to take his time with you, he can’t help himself when you manage to nudge the head of his cock inside of you. He immediately gets lost in the warm, wet, and welcoming sensation of your walls. You apparently weren’t kidding when you said you were ready. He drags his hips back and then allows himself to be sucked in as he slowly sinks himself inside. 

The both of you let out a sigh of mutual relief and he pushes himself up, placing his hands on either side of your body to stare down at your perfect face. He gives another roll of his hips and struggles to keep his own eyes open, so that he can watch the way yours fall shut and how your face twists as the pleasure courses through your body. He thinks to himself that it has to be one of the best things that he’s ever been blessed enough to see and he knows that he needs more. He needs to make you feel better than anyone else ever has. 

So that’s what he does. 

His lips connect with every inch of your skin as he languidly thrusts in and out, allowing you to fully cherish every glorious sensation. The feeling of him stretching you out so slowly, filling you up as his hips gently connect with your own. The loving kisses peppered all the way from your temple to the valley of your breasts. The soft yet sinful sounds of him losing himself within you, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear as he sinks inside yet again and realizes he never wants to pull out. 

You return his gentle touches in kind. Your hands blindly travel along his body, exploring his back, chest, and biceps at a leisurely pace, eager to offer him as many wonderful sensations as he’s lavishing you with until you feel a tightening deep within your belly that inspires you to clutch tight to his back, nails imprinting half moons into his flesh as your legs tighten around his hips. 

Without a word, he knows what you need and he gives it to you. 

He readjusts, propping himself up further to allow himself more leverage, which he uses to his full advantage as he starts drilling into you, steadily increasing his pace with each thrust of his hips. He tosses his head back, letting out a guttural groan and the odd curse word as his movements become more sloppy, but in the best way. 

The both of you become completely tangled up with one another, a mesh of two bodies become one as you move in tandem, trading fervent kisses and wanton moans back and forth until your overcome by pleasure. 

Your hands find the fabric of his comforter, now mussed atop his once neatly made bed, and you hold fast to it as your spine bows. Everything is rigid and all too much for a brief second before euphoria explodes throughout your every nerve ending, sending you into a glorious spiral. You call his name again and again in your bliss, too far gone to find any other words. They’ve lost all meaning. You beckon him closer with each utterance and every maddening pulse of your walls around him. He hardly has time to appreciate your orgasm for all it’s worth before his own hits him like a freight train. 

“F-fuck!” He growls, overwhelmed by the force with which he cums.

He doesn’t even have the sense to think about pulling out, much less the time to do it before he’s pouring every last drop of his seed deep inside your cunt. He hangs his head, enveloping you in his arms as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, smothering it in kisses as he pants and groans through his release. 

Eventually, you both slow to a halt, but you don’t disconnect right away. You exchange more tender touches and gentle nuzzles back and forth, content to maintain your proximity while your blood slowly begins to cool and the thrumming in your chests starts to dissipate, though both of you are pleased to find it never goes away completely. Not like it ever had before when you were around one another, but now that both of you know how the other feels, it’s different. It’s better. 

Everything is better. 

He opens his mouth to speak, to finally breathe life into those three little words that have died on his tongue countless times throughout the years in his cowardice, but the sound of the lock on the front door clicking open has them perishing yet again. 

He freezes, realizing that there’s likely no way out of this now. You’re just as petrified, holding stock still until you hear the door swing open and both of you spring into action. Bakugou clambers off of you to snatch a pair of boxers from his drawer, hopping into them as he swings his bedroom door shut while you scramble beneath the covers to at least protect your modesty. Thankfully, your brother isn’t able to take a peek inside the room. You just hope that he doesn’t recognize your clothing piled beside the coffee table.

“Shit, I guess I should’ve told you I was comin’ home early. Sorry, bro,” Kirishima laughs as his heavy boots can be heard venturing into the living room. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Pretend like I’m not here.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, but it's minimal. You know you have to go and go fast. 

“I’ll get your clothes,” Bakugou says quietly, listening at the door for the click of Kirishima’s. 

You nod and sit up in the bed, waiting for him to return and hand you your outfit before you slip out from beneath the covers to dress. He does the same, stepping into the same sweats and tank top that you’d torn off of him earlier. 

“M’sorry about this,” he mutters, nodding towards the door. 

You shake your head, walking closer to wrap your arms around his middle as you tilt your head back and smile at him. His arms fold around you to pull you snug to his chest. You rest a hand on his cheek and pull him into a kiss that’s as sweet and deliberate as he had been with you and he’s grateful for it. He’d been half afraid that you’d scurry away and pretend as if this hadn’t even happened.

“Don’t be. We’ll figure out how to tell him together, okay? I just don’t want it to be this way.”

“Right. I don’t either. We’ll figure it out,” he repeats, his lips turning up in a smile that softens as he studies your features. “We’re gonna have to, because I love you.”

His admission renders you speechless, your eyes widening as heat creeps up the back of your neck. The pulse of your heart starts thumping in your own ears again, hammering throughout your every blood vessel as you will yourself to snap out of it. 

“I love you too,” you blurt out unceremoniously, though you know you mean those three little words and the smile on his face says that he knows it too. 

“I’m not working tonight. I can come by in a little bit?” He suggests, hopeful that you’ll agree and how could you not?

“I’ll make us dinner,” you confirm, smiling ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him once again.

He tightens his hold on you, finding it more and more difficult to let you go the longer that he has you in his arms, but reluctantly, the two of you soon part and he knows that you have to leave. 

He pokes his head out to ensure that the coast is clear before he guides you out of the room and you hurry out the door, turning to blow a kiss over your shoulder before you head down the hall, giddy as you’ve ever been. 

Bakugou tidies up his room, mulling over an excuse to offer his best friend until he and Kirishima both end up in the kitchen together. 

“Seems like you’ve had a pretty good afternoon, huh?” Eijirou grins and bumps him on the shoulder before he ducks into the fridge for a beer. “Who’s the girl? Anyone I know?”

“Nah, just some girl from the gym. Don’t think you’ve seen her around.”

He feels terrible lying, but he figures it’s for the best, just for the time being. He’ll come clean eventually. No harm, no foul, right?

“Well, good for you, man. It’s good to see you puttin’ yourself out there. I was gettin’ a little worried about you being chronically single,” he jokes, chuckling as he travels into the living room to get comfortable on the couch and flip on the tv. 

“Ha, yeah.” He nods, though he’s unable to even look his friend in the face as he snatches his water bottle and heads for the door. “I’m actually going over to her place for dinner, so I’ll probably be back later, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay. Have fun, man,” Kirishima calls back, smiling genuinely as he waves him out the door. 

That is, until he notices the small charm on the floor in front of him. He leans forward to pick it up and isn’t difficult for him to put two and two together. The clothes he’d spotted earlier had seemed familiar, but he didn’t think much of it. This, he couldn’t dispute. He knows this charm, because he had gifted it to you just last week as an addition to the bracelet that always adorned your wrist. And, as far as he knew, you hadn’t been over to their place since last month, yet here the charm was. 

He doesn’t know what hurts more, that two of his best friends felt like they had to sneak around behind his back or that one of them had just lied to his face about it.

I know I didn’t have to end it this way. the impulsive thoughts won today and I’m sorry about it ajdhsh but thank you so much for reading!! 💕 take a forehead kiss on your way out *mwah*

#tw alcohol #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader smut #bakugo x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut

[spheixrie]

HOW THEY WOULD MAKE YOUR KIDS GO TO BED (pt. 1?)

So like you're always the one to take the kids to bed right? Since your husband always comes home late since he's busy with hero work. So now you go out with the girls for a girls night, you leave your husband and your kid/s at home and tell your husband to get the kids to sleep by 8:30 (since sleep is important HAHXHAHAHAHAH) anyways you leave your child in the hands of your husband, not knowing what kind of shit they been through while you were gone..

Ft: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

IZUKU MIDORIYA

He tries to get the kid to bed and fails miserably. He couldnt handle that little pouty face and those big puppy eyes.

"Mommy said to go to bed by 8:30 didn't she? Well look at the time honey it's 8:30" Izuku says as he tries to calm your kid down.

"NO! I DONT WANNA! I DONT WANNA!" Your kid shouts back as a reply and sticks out their tongue at your husband. "I just wanna stay up and watch All Might!"

Izuku sighs and tries again "Come on baby.. Mommy's gonna be mad at me if you dont sleep right now, we can watch tomorrow yeah?"

Cue the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" Kid bats their eyelashes at your man and he completely loses it.

You come home at around 11:47 and you find your husband and your kid on the couch dressed up in All Might onesies as an All Might video played on the screen.

"Couldn't get them to sleep?" You chuckle as you take off your coat.

"I am so sorry honey" Izuku sighs with a defeated tone "They gave me a hard time"

You just laugh softly and walk over to them, planting a kiss on your husband's cheek "Now you know what I go through while you're at work" you sit down beside them as your child offers you a bowl of popcorn. "Want some, Mommy?" they say as they beam at you. You laugh and ruffle their hair "Dont think that you arent in trouble for staying late, honey"

"But mommm, this is the only time i get to spend time with dad, just us two" They plead as they give a pouty face. You sigh and smile, "I guess you're right" you look at Izuku as he gives you a big thumbs up. You shrug "I guess I can let this slide" You smile. "YAYYYY!!" your child exclaims as you pull you child and husband for a hug. "Thanks honey" Izuku whispers at you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Daddd" you kid averts their eyes. "EWWWW!!" he shouts as you and Izuku laughs.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Man is having a hard time getting this kid to bed. Since this dude has a sleep schedule of a grandpa, bro's shouting at his kid to get tf to sleep or else he's gonna blow their face up. Ofcourse the kid counters his attacks with the same stubborn attitude until you come home and find them in the kid's bedroom.

"GO TO SLEEP YOU BRAT!" Katsuki shouts. "HELL NO OLD MAN! I AINT GONNA LISTEN TO YOU AND YOUR STUPID SLEEP SCHEDULE!" Your kid fights back.

"MOM LETS ME STAY LATER THAN THIS TIME!"

"WELL I AINT YOUR MOM SO SUCK IT AND GET YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!"

"NO! YOU SUCK IT AND SWALLOW! IM NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

"YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME?"

"YEAH THAT'S HOW A CONVERSATION WORKS!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"

And they go on and on for hours until the neighbors call you about the noise and you have no choice to go home. You mutter angrily as you drive home. You throw your shoes on the shoe rack and drop your coat off on the couch, marching angrily towards the kid's room. When you opened the door you were not expecting to see them on the bed asleep, your kid on Katsuki's chest as he held an arm around them. On the floor was a pile of board games and book. You sigh and smile softly at the sight, walking towards the edge of the bed Katsuki stirs in his sleep, he blinks his eyes and his gaze fixes upon you.

"Oh, hey baby" He sits up, careful not to wake up your kid. "You're home early"

"I sure am" You chuckle as you kneel down and pick up the boxes of games and books off the floor. "The neighbors told them they heard a commotion, inside our home" You look up at him with tired eyes.

Katsuki sits up and sets your kid on the bed "Sorry 'bout that, baby.. Kid wasn't listening to a word I said.." He says scratching his neck. "I shoulda tried a more different approach than yelling eh?"

"It's fine, babe" You stand up and kiss your husband's cheek. You set the games and books on the nightstand and lean into his ear "But you owe me for ruining my night out"

Katsuki takes your hand and looks you in the eye "I think I sure do" He smirks.

SHOTO TODOROKI

He does try to get the kid to sleep, but the kid is too stubborn. He doesn't want to be like his dad towards his kid, so he does the only logical thing that comes into his mind. He just lets them do what ever.

"You need to sleep now, your mom told me that you need to sleep by this time" Shoto says to his kid who he has already tucked comfortably in bed.

His kid just pouts "But daddd, I wanna stay up late. Mommy rarely makes me stay up late! Plus, it's just us" your child kicks off their blanket and scooches closer to your husband. "I wanna spend time with you daddy! You're always busy at work, I wanna spend time with you" You kid smiles happily and Shoto just crumbles.

"Alright... but don't tell your mom"

"YES!"

You come home to them in the living room playong tea house with a cartoon playing on the tv. Stuffed toys (all having bows and other assorted accessories) were seated all around them. Shoto was dressed up in one of your dresses with his hair done. He was holding up a tea cup while your child was pouring non existent tea into it. You smile at the sight

"What happened to "asleep by 8:30?" " You chuckle as you walked towards them.

Shoto just shrugged before drinking his non existent tea and holds his tea cup for his child to refill it, "I couldn't say no to that face, plus it's non everyday I get to spend time with them like this, I wanna give them the childhood they deserve. I dont want them growing up like me" He says as he looks at you apologetically. "Sorry"

You laugh softly as you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Dont apologize honey, Im glad you're doing this for our baby. You can stay up for as long as you like, just dont blame me if you're both cranky in the morning"

"YAYYYYY!" you child exclaims as they jump up and down happily

Shoto chuckles and gives you a soft kiss "Thank you, honey"

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

He tries to be the bad cop at first, getting your kid to bed and all, but then your kid starts to throw a tantrum saying they dont want to sleep yet. Your husband keeps on insisting that they have to listen and sleep, but then you kid pulls put the fucking puppy eyes on your husband and he completely loses.

"Come on, pebble! Didn't mommy say that bed time is 8:30? Look at the time! It's time to sleep!" Eijirou says enthusiastically, trying to get your toddler to sleep.

Instead they stick out their tongue and throw a tantrum. "No! I dont wanna! I dont wanna!"

"Hey dont shout at me! I already gave you ice cream after dinner even though im not supposed to! You better listen or I am not holding back" Eijirou says trying to make your kid go to sleep.

"No!" your kid pouts. "I do not want to sleep yet!" They look at Eijirou with puppy eyes. "Please, please, pleaseeee, daddy?" cue the eyelash batting

Eijirou fucking Kirishima on the other hand, loses it, COMPLETELY.

You unlock the front door and hear noise coming from the kid's bedroom. You walk towards it and open the door. Your kid and husband was sound asleep pn the bed... or so they thought they had you fooled. Scattered on the floor were action figures and dolls, and on Eijirou's head was a little bow headband. They pretended to snore noisily and you saw your kid peeking to see if you left, then went back to snoring.

You sniffle a laughter as you walk towards them and drape a blanket on top of them.

"Oh wow I guess they did a good job of going to bed eh?" You say loudly and start walking to the door. "Well too bad, they wont get to have those nuggets and fries I brought" You say loudly.

"FRIES?!" Both of them jumps out of bed and looks at you expectantly. You raise a brow and puts your hands to your hips.

"You really think im that dumb to fall for your so called trick?" You ask with a disappointed look on your face.

Eijirou laughs and rubs the back of his neck "Sorry baby... It was hard saying no to that face"

You roll your eyes and laughs "Now you know what i go through"

Eijirou laughs too "Yeah.. Do we still get to eat those nuggets though?" He asks hopefully.

"Oh the nuggets? Yeah that was a trick" You smirk as dread washes over their faces "Yeah it was a trick, now go to sleep, both of you, or im not cooking nuggets for breakfast"

DENKI KAMINARI

My man Denki here is actually a pretty chill dad, and his kids would do anything he says... if he does something for them first. He actually does a pretty decent job in getting them to sleep, sure he had a couple pf teensy weensy condition but atleast he got them to sleep... at maybe 11:30.

"Hey theree, so like, I know it's not cool to sleep at this hour but like, Im kinda scared of your mommy so if you kids love your daddy, please go to sleep I'm begging you" He says as you toddler is already tucked in bed.

Your kid just shrugs and says "Okay"

Denki, bless his ass, is very very confused "Wait really?"

"Yes, dad" Your toddler nods

"Huh, that was.. pretty easy? Uh so, goodnight hon" He says and kisses your kid on the forehead.

Your toddler smirks and pulls up the big fucking puppy eyes "But before I sleep... can i have one eensy weensy favour?"

Denki you prick

You come home to see the lights in the living room out. Okay that's nice, that means Denki actually got the kid to sleep. You walked toward the room and peek through the door, you smile at the sight. There you see Denki and your baby wrapped in blankets as Denki reads your kid, who was already asleep, a bed time story.

You walk in when he finishes reading and closes the book.

"You did a pretty great job eh?" You say as you kiss your husband on the forehead. "Wasnt to hard eh?"

Denki nods tiredly "Yeah you could say that" He smiles softly.

"Thank you baby, im gonna freshen up" With that, you walk outside, leaving Denki to tuck your toddler in for the night. Little did you know that to get your kid to sleep involved 2 tubes of ice cream, 3 rounds of Mario Cart, 5 Mickey Mouse episodes and 1 fairytale story. Yeah Denki was definitely sleeping for a long time.

SERO HANTA

He's also a chill dad, but when his kid says they don't wanna sleep, it's always 20% 'no, go to bed' and 80% 'sure do whatever, go apeshit'. And oh boy do things get tricky.

"Look, chubbs. Mommy said bed time is 8:30. And it's already, 8:30. So come on you need to sleep" Sero says to your child who was watching a cartoon movie.

Instead they stick out their tongue "No! I wanna finish this movie!" they bat their eyelashes and give Sero the puppy eyes "Pleaseee, dad?"

Sero blinks "Uh sure go ahead" He says sitting beside you kid with a lazy grin on his face.

Your kid, confused, just blinks "Uh, wait, really?" they look at him expectantly

Sero just shrugs and takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl "Yeah sure, I aint scared of your mom, plus it's mot everyday we get to do this sooo, go crazy" he grins and takes another handful of popcorn and pops it in his mouth.

6 movies and 1 cry-a-thon later

You open the door and walk into the living room to see Sero watching a movie with your kid laying on his lap, a blanket draped over them.

Sero looks at you and closes the tv. "Hey mi amor, how was you night out?"

You look at your kid and your husband "Did you let them stay up late?"

Sero just shrugs "Yeah, sorry bout' that. But it's not everyday they get to do this with me y'know?" He smiles at you and you just scoff.

"You're lucky I love you" You say.

He sets his kid on the couch and stands up, he walks over to you and kisses you on the cheek "Love ya too babe"

• • •

"How many movies did you watch?"

".... Maybe 5 or 6?.."

• • •

"Okay, you're sleeping in the living room tonight, Sero"

"Aw man"

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY BABES. IM THINKING OF MAKING A PART TWO WITH THE OTHER BNHA BOYS SO COMMENT IF YOU'D WANT TO SEE MORE. THANK U FOR READING!!



#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bnha oneshots #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #sero hanta #denki kaminari #kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #bnha

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do Platonic Yanderes Endeavor (reformed), Aizawa, Izuku, Mirio, and Bakugou with a daughter/ sister reader meeting up with the reader, and see her in this skimpy outfit being hit on by a bunch of guys. But the thing is she is totally into it and flirting with them too.

Clubbing Culture Sibling Reader | Yandere Boku No Hero Academia

The flirty and sex-filled nature of clubbing isn’t for everyone. Especially not heroes who have everything to lose should they get out of hand. But when their dearest younger sibling decides to pursue a life such as this they can’t leave them to their own devices. Especially since you seem so willing to taint your perfection:

Endeavor (Reformed)

Family is important…especially now that he’s trying to fix his

If you were his child you wouldn’t so much as leave the house without wearing a full-on hazmat suit

But you're not, you’re his younger sibling

Legally old enough to do as you, please

Without your brother playing his ‘guardian’ card

But that doesn’t stop him from heavily urging pleading+ to be invited to your outing

And just like you thought…it was a terrible idea

He doesn’t need to burn anyone he can’t anyways too many eyes

His glare alone sends those interested in you packing

He can’t stop you from wearing what you do or flirting with who you like

but  the latest victims will wish you hadn’t

“I wish you weren’t so….you. Especially with those who don’t deserve you.”

Aizawa Shota

Naturally, as your older brother, he makes a point to monitor you

That includes your typical behavior 

He doesn’t have to like it, he knows it's just how you are 

No the problem he has is the absolute scum that are just too forward

As per usual he’ll cull them mercilessly 

While burying the remains he’ll realize how ironic it is that those who successfully earn your attention end up earning an unmarked grave

“This is just the way things go. If my baby sibling was a bit less…friendly I wouldn’t be so adamant about ending you like this. But it's just the way things go.”

Togata Mirio

Your glorious big bro always smiling and cheering you on

There are very few people who can look past that and see the murderous intent he has

Something that comes up pretty much whenever he’s reminded of your attitude about this sort of thing

It bothers him deeply and genuinely raises his blood pressure that you even entertain this 

And when you turn to him with that cute tilt of your head as you ask him what’s wrong

He’ll smile and lie because he’s such a good brother

But eventually, he’ll get it together

And as your beloved big brother, he’ll be ‘revoking’ your party privileges

“Sorry sorry (Y/n)! You know big brother’s just looking out for you, so trust me on this okay?”

Midoriya Izuku 

He’s always been proud of your confidence 

And when you were little he was proud of how you easily valued your ‘no-no squares’ 

But now you're grown and you don’t abide by those rules at all

It bothers him 

And he’s willing to reason with you…for a little while

But after you brush off his warnings and outright justify your behavior he decides he’s done

Done with your autonomy in general

In his mind, if you can’t handle being responsible about who you pursue, you’re not fit to enjoy clubbing or partying or flirting at all

And he decides this by trapping you

But don’t worry he knows his baby sibling is all grown up now so he’ll have another method for keeping you in place

Like becoming the insistent stalker that’s making you too paranoid to leave the house 

Or the one making sure you need to be inside to receive the package that has to be signed by you

“I told you I didn’t like it. You didn’t listen, now look at what you’ve done.”

Bakugo Katsuki

Is he not above just scooping you up and taking you home

The second you so much as smile at someone he’s decided he’s disgusted enough to send you home and brutalize them later

He will in fact lecture you every time about etiquette and the extras you have to ignore

Yes, if he’s overseas expect a costly call for his 3-hour rant 

If you still don’t tone it back, to his liking, or not at all he’s not above putting you in an uncomfortable or dangerous corner

Maybe letting the villain he’s chasing believe they disappeared into the club’s crowd

Letting the villain shoot their shot 

Only to interrupt and immediately take you, hostage

Surely you’ll see his side then

“Well isn’t that funny? I was freaking right!”

#yandere enji todoroki #yandere enji x reader #yandere enji #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere endeavor #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere togata mirio #yandere mirio togata x reader #yandere mirio togata #yandere mirio x reader #yandere mirio #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere eraserhead #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere heroes

[queenpiranhadon]

ᴅᴀʏ ꜱɪx: April 19th

Syn: You make the cake and decorate for the party.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

A/N: I'm actually really happy about how this event turned out- all the fics written in this collaboration can be read separately, but it's recommended you read them all in order :) The master list is here, go check out the other writers because they're so amazing and talented AUGH.

Warning(s): Cursing (it's Katsuki what are you gonna do), bad baking terminology, maybe ooc idk, reader is referred to as female like once- Kiri calls her ma'am, reader compliments Katsuki's ass lmao, just fluffy in general though, class 3-A, reader is in the hero course.

This was it. Tomorrow, your plan would finally be put in motion.  

It was the 19th of April, and to say the very least, you were stressed.  

Stressed might not be the word for it. More like anxiety, excitement and fear into one overwhelming emotion that you couldn't convey into words. Tomorrow was Katsuki’s 18th birthday. And everything had to be perfect.  

You sat in your dorm room, thumbing the pages of the cookbook you so loving made him, picturing his own rough hands touching the book the same way when you gave it to him. Your heart warmed at the thought- your boyfriend never ceased to give you butterflies, even without intending to.  

Doubt plagued your mind however- what if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too dumb, or too simple- should you have done more?!  

No, you scold yourself. You needed to trust yourself. You knew Katsuki well- he excelled in the extravagant, but he still found joy in the smaller things.  

Still... you couldn’t help but worry. This would be a big day for him-a huge milestone. You didn’t want to mess it up.  

Setting the cookbook down, you finally place it into the bag you had for him, jet black with orange stuffing. The small action put the whole situation into perspective for you.  

This was finally happening. 

But you still had work to do today. Pulling out your phone, you open the messaging app, and click on the contact you needed.  

You: Mission Keep Katsuki Away is a go >:) 

Kiri🥊: Yes ma’am >:)) 

Turning off your phone, you pocket it, and leave your dorm room. All that was left to do was the cake.  

After slaving through the school day, you all return to your dorms, with the exception of Kirishima and Katsuki, the former dragging the latter away for something he called “a bro date”. You chuckled at his excuse, and left them to their own devices as you returned to Heights Alliance, sending a text to Kirishima as you walked.  

You: Hey! What’s your status? 

Kiri 🥊: Just got to the bus! I’ll keep him busy as long as I can 

You: Perfect!! 

You: Thank you so much again 

Kiri 🥊: No problem! He’s going to love it, you put so much work into making this special for him :D 

You: Aww...thanks Kiri! Fingers crossed 😭 

You weren’t terrible at baking per se, but you weren’t no Sato. And you would ask him to make the cake himself, but you didn’t want to ask too much of anyone.  

So it was up to you. You wanted to make a small two-tiered cake, it would be enough to feed all of 3-A and hopefully there would be leftovers.  

Sifting through the pantry you found what you needed one by one. Cocoa powder, dark cocoa powder, eggs, milk, butter, flour, baking soda, the list went on. You were making a chocolate cake, covered in dark chocolate ganache, drizzled with caramel. Katsuki wasn’t a big fan of sweets, and you knew that, but cake was cake. You also knew that he secretly did have a sweet tooth so he wouldn’t be too upset. Hopefully the bitterness of the dark chocolate would make the rest of the cake a little less sweet to align with the explosive blond’s tastes.  

Grabbing three large bowls and the mixer Sato let you borrow, you get to work, mixing wet and dry ingredients separately, cracking eggs, melting chocolate, and whisking like your life depended on it.  

While you baked, you popped in an earbud, sweet music, lifting your mood and dancing around the kitchen, in your own world.  

And hour later, the two tiers of the cake were in the oven, (not before tasting the batter yourself of course) and you look around at the kitchen, the adrenaline rushing out of you. It was a mess. The was flour in your hair, on your face, and you’re pretty sure the cocoa powder on your shirt is going to stain.  

You sigh, taking off your earbuds and pausing the music from your phone. At least the cake was done.  

Grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet, you get to work, making sure the kitchen was spotless so no one (namely Katsuki, for obviously reasons, and Ochaco and the self-proclaimed Bakusquad because they would beg you to have a taste of their own) would know what you were up to.  

The cakes were done by the time you finished, taking them out of the oven and sealing the two layers together with some ganache.  

You had asked Mr. Aizawa to reserve Gym Gamma for you previously, getting his permission to decorate the space for the party, and so you made your way there now, deciding to decorate the cake in the Gym itself so you wouldn’t have to move it afterwards.  

You got Ochako to float the cake and the toppings for it to the gym itself, so in the meantime, you busied yourself with setting up all the food- something you didn’t want to do yesterday as it would’ve gone stale.

You recruited the help of Kaminari, Sero, Mina and Kyoka to help you carry everything- including the mini fridge you saved up to buy to store the food and drinks overnight. You’d take them out the next morning.

When you got there, you were surprised to see Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsu, Iida, and Momo there alongside Ochako who explained they all wanted to help. 

You feel your smile stretch across your face, happy to see so many people who wanted to give Katsuki the best birthday ever.  

Splitting up the work, Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida went to go find the plates, cups, bowls, and cutlery you bought with Mitsuki - something you thought may have been overkill, but she had planned everything down to a T.

The others flitted around, either helping to put food or drink items into the fridge, or checking to make sure nothing happened to the decorations overnight.

You took to decorating the cake. Pouring the ganache over the first tier, you used it as an adhesive of sorts and you lifted the second layer on top of it. Once you did that, you poured the remaining ganache over the entire cake, evenly, so it created a pretty coat on top that you were sure it would add a nice crunch to the cake itself.

You groaned, stabbing your spatula into the quickly hardening ganache, having to ask Todoroki to heat it up every few minutes so that it wouldn’t harden completely- an annoyingly tedious task, but you knew Katsuki hated the taste of frosting- so hopefully he would appreciate the favor.

You waited for it to harden, then adding drizzles of caramel everywhere, and strategically placing strawberries where you could for a refreshing change in flavor.

And then lastly, adding thin golden candles to the cake, ten on the bottom row, and seven on the top. Momo created a special candle shaped like one of his gauntlets that you put in the center of the circle of seven candles on the top. And finally, you were done.

Momo made another contraption for you, a tall glass dome with temperature settings that you would put on the cake to prevent the strawberry from going bad overnight. After setting the cake on its stand, you put the dome over it, thanking Momo for her help.

It was then when you received two texts.

You open the first one, snorting when you read what it has to say.  

Katsu 💥🧡: Oi, I know you’re up to something- Shitty Hair just dragged me to the damn movie theater to watch some stupid Crimson Riot movie. 

You: Aww it couldn’t have been that bad!! 

You: Can’t the all mighty Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight survive a short movie date? 

You: Plus I told you- I'm not up to anything lmao 

Katsu 💥🧡: I call bullshit 

Katsu 💥🧡: Plus that movie was three damn hours- short my ass 

You: To be fair, you do have a nice ass 

You: I KID I KID  

You: But I promise you’ll get extra cuddles when you get back my big baby 

Katsu 💥🧡: Fuck off 

Katsu 💥🧡: Meet me at my dorm after dinner

Katsu 💥🧡: And don’t think I’m letting at comment about my ass go 

You can’t stop the amused smile from spreading across your face as you check the other text message, one from Kirishima this time.  

Kiri 🥊: Hey! We’re about 15 minutes away- we'll be back around 18:32 PM 

You: Kiri jesus christ- you tell me this now?! 

Kiri: Sorry!! 

You put your phone down, yelling at everyone to finish up and get back to the dorms as soon as possible, people scrambling around to put the finishing touches together before bolting out of the gym, you along with them.  

Thankfully, you all made it back in time, flopping down on the couches just at the door opens to reveal a beaming Kirishima and a grumpy Katsuki.  

The latter raises an eyebrow at all of you, sending a narrow-eyed glare at you. 

“Why’re ya so outta breath?” He grunts suspiciously and you chuckle sheepishly in return.  

“Mina challenged Kaminari and Sero to go a piggyback race against Todoroki and Iida.” You laugh, the lie rolling off your tongue as the others nod in agreement. 

“We totally won.” Sero says smugly, and Todoroki sends him a confused look.  

“But-”  

Kaminari cuts him off, slinging his arm around the heterochromatic eyed boy nonchalantly. “It’s not winning if you use your quirk Todo-bro.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes, all interest in the conversation out the window, as he starts making dinner for everyone, something he started doing a while ago when he lost faith in 3-A's ability to not burn the kitchen down.  

After you all settled down and ate, you and Katsuki returned to his room, making yourself comfortable in his bed as he joins you, pulling you close and letting his sore muscles melt into your embrace.  

You, however, couldn’t force yourself to relax, your body buzzing with excitement as tomorrow would arrive.  

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[fanficriter]

Dating the BNHA Boys!

Warnings - None

Characters - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki

Notes - Isn’t my best work but oh well :3

Gender Neutral Reader

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Izuku Midoriya

- Silly lil guy

- Took him a LOT of courage to confess to you

- Just kinda stood there dumbfounded when you reciprocated his feelings

- Poor boy is lowkey insecure

- He’s silently insecure about his scars :(

- If you kissed his scars i think he’d go insane

- Will probably cry

- He has little notes about how pretty you are in his quirk journal thingy

- Will go in rants about how amazing you are to his friends

- “Y/N is just so perfect and i love them and i don’t know what id do with out them they’re always there for me and-“

- If you have long hair, he always keeps a pack of hair ties incase you need them 😭

- When you tell him about something you like, he will write it down so he remembers

- Was soooo nervous when he first held your hand

- He was SWEATING

- Always blushes without fail

- His hand are rough, but also rlly soft? (i need to make hand hcs holy shit)

- Doesn’t really like sparring with you bc he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you rlly want to

- He will train together tho!

- He loves giving you tips, and watching you use your quirk

- Likes setting up little picnics with you bc he’s quite literally the perfect man ever

- He is a CUDDLIER

- Absolutely loves cuddling with you

- Loves it when you face him and dig your face into his neck

- Definitely talks in his sleep

- He loves taking you on dates to a bunch of different restaurants and such

- Gets so nervous when kissing you

- He loves it but he gets flustered way to easy

Katsuki Bakugou

- Malewife fr

- Will cook for you, though he acts like it’s a chore, he loves your reaction to all his different meals

- Deaf bakugou hc is my favourite thing ever i’m sorry

- He can still hear, (kind of) but he needs to wear a hearing aid

- He knows sign language, but really only uses it around his mom bc he’s embarrassed😭

- If you know sign language, you’ll win his heart IMMEDIATELY

- You were definitely the one to confess first

- Actually rejected you at first (he still liked you at the time)

- But after a few weeks, he confessed to you

- “I actually feel the same way or whatever… just didn’t wanna feed your ego to much…”

- Knows how to style hair weirdly well

- Will always make excuses to do your hair

- “Oi, c’mere, your hair looks like shit.”

- He’ll never admit it, but he LOVES head scratches

- Will lay on your thighs without warning, expecting you to scratch his scalp

- Sparring together is a MUST

- Don’t expect him to go easy on you

- Isn’t to big on PDA, but he’ll kiss you in private all you want

- The first few times you guys held hands, he was kinda scared that he would accidentally explode you 💀

- Doesn’t really take you out for dates a lot, it’s usually just movies and popcorn in bed

- But on the rare occasion when he DOES take you on a date, it is at the fanciest restaurants known to mankind

- Or hiking, he likes hiking

- It took a while for him to be comfortable with cuddling, but he loves spooning you, or holding you as you bury your face into his chest

Shoto Todoroki

- Confessed to you pretty soon after he realised his feelings

- Straight to the point

- “I’ve recently developed feelings for you.”

- Has a small smile when you said you liked him back

- He stares at you a lot

- Loves admiring you

- Also gives the weirdest compliments?

- “You have a nice facial structure, it suits you”

- “Thank you??”

- Will pick flowers occasionally and give them to you

- Literally buys you everything

- With his Dads credit card (You have no idea)

- You see a pair of shoes you like? BOOM. They are yours in 0.5 seconds

- He just buys everything bro CALM DOWN

- Loves taking you on fancy dinner dates

- You have to meet his siblings btw

- Mainly bc his sister WOULD NOT SHUT UP AB MEETING YOU

- She loves you

- So much

- It’s actually a bit concerning

- Doesn’t necessarily not like PDA, he just doesn’t feel the need to initiate it

- He can be a bit oblivious, so if you want PDA, just tell him!

- He has no problem with it

- Not really a cuddly person, but he will cuddle you if you want!

- Your relationship is definitely based on a lot of communication 😭

- As time passes, he will start to do those things without you having to ask, he just needed to get used to it

Tamaki Amajiki

- oh my god okay

- He confessed first but it took him SOOOO long

- Needed so much encouragement from his friends

- Then he just blurted it out while he was at your house one time

- “I- I love you!!”

- Almost died when you said it back

- Actually saw god when you tried holding his hand the first time

- CANNOT do PDA i think he would die

- Definitely an act of service man, he is too shy to do anything else

- Can’t reach somthing ? he’s on it. Your bathroom need cleaning? Consider it done!

- Also likes making you random little gifts

- Kiss him on the cheek i dare you

- He will EXPLODE

- Your always helping him calm down in public

- “Y/N i wanna go home”

- Further into the relationship he will slowly get used to physical affection

- I don’t think he will ever not get flustered tho

- He loves taking you out too eat

- Really likes picnic dates

- I feel like he meditates often to try and clear his head (there is a lot going on in there 😭)

- Will always invite you to meditate with him

- He actually really likes cuddling with you

- He almost dies every time but

- Loves when you spoon him

- Also loves laying on your chest (or the other way around)

- Absolute chef in the kitchen

- Always cooking u meals

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This took my life 3 weeks to write i kept putting it off so it’s not as detailed as i’d like it to be but oh well

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[thecuriousquest]

Hii can i request a platonic yandere bakugo fic where where kastuki where his parents are hosting a foreig exchange student and while there living there kastuki keep trying to get them to refer to him as their brother? Reader is polite but doesn’t interact with them much tyy 💕💕

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, threats of violence, almost drowning, injury, open wound, blood

Checkout my Master List here.

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You cross the threshold of the Bakugou household. You came all the way from America to be hosted by them in the foreign exchange student program.

“You really didn’t have to do that. I could have gotten the heavy stuff,” you try to tell Katsuki and his father.

“Shut up. Don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t want your arms falling or anything.”

Grumbling something under your breath about not being weak, you observe that he has a really weird way of showing concern.

“Oh, Katsuki, you can just leave it right there.”

He shoots you a glare before telling you to follow him. “Come on. I’ll show you where your room is.” He takes the other bag from his father and hauls everything up the stairs with ease.

It makes you feel useless as you trail up the steps behind him.

When you reach the room, you look around at it. It’s a spacious room, much bigger than yours at home.

“Look, if you’re gonna be staying here, I don’t want you calling me by my name. I think it would be better if you called me something else.”

You turn to face him with a cocked brow. “What exactly do you want me to call you if not your name?”

“‘Big Brother’. You could also call me ‘Big Bro’, but I like the first one better.”

You giggle a bit until you realize how serious he is. “What? No, I’m not calling you that.”

His expression morphs. His lips are slightly downturned, and his vermillion eyes narrow at you in slits.

“I wasn’t really asking.”

Just then, like a saving grace, his mother’s not-so-angelic voice shrieks for Bakugou to help her with something downstairs.

He rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room with his hands in his pockets. “Lucky you. Don’t think we’re finished with this conversation,” he throws over his shoulder before slamming your door shut behind him.

You can hear him shout behind the barrier to his mother, “WHAT, YOU HAG?!”

You sit down on the bed, pondering about how angry you made him just by disagreeing with the situation. You don’t want to call him your brother because he’s not your family. Your family is at home in America, and right now, you want nothing more than to go back because his cutting glare really bothers you.

———

On Friday, you have two weeks left before school starts. Sitting on the couch, flipping through your book for a specific page, you see a hand grab your book and pull it away from you.

“Hey, that’s mine!” you yell as you try to snatch it back from him.

“Shut up, brat. I’m just trying to see what you’re reading.”

When you tire yourself out from trying to get the book back, you cross your arms and pout. “What does it matter to you?”

“Just want to make sure it’s age appropriate. Can’t have you filling your head with garbage. Eh, seems alright for you.” He tosses the book on your lap and takes a seat beside you.

“Katsuki, can you go somewhere else? You’re distracting me.”

Looking at your book, you don’t register his anger until his voice comes out restrained through clenched teeth. “What did I tell you about calling me that? Are you stupid or something?”

“I am not stupid! Don’t you dare ever call me that again. You know what? I’ll just go to my room because you’re obviously not going to go anywhere.”

You try to leave the room, only to have Bakugou grab you by your shoulders and turn you back around to face him. He shoves you against the corner walls, trapping you.

Bakugou raises his hand, but not to strike you. You flinch and squeeze your eyes closed. You keep waiting for a sting on your cheek, a ring in your ear, something painful. However, none of it comes.

Opening your eyes, you see small explosions going off on his palm.

“You see that? Call me by my name again, and I’ll light your ass on fire.”

So, you decided not to call Katsuki anything at all. You decided you wouldn’t even interact with him. Over the next few days, every time he would walk into the room, you would leave. Every conversation he attempts to start with you goes ignored. It infuriates him, but it’s the only way you can manage to get any peace.

———

A few days later on Monday, Mitsuki asks if you’d like to go to the community pool with Bakugou sometime during the week.

You smile awkwardly, telling them that you’re not a fan of the pool.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” She queries.

“Well, I just don’t know how to swim.”

An idea begins to form in his head, and Katsuki wraps an arm around you playfully and says, “Don’t worry, Nii-chan’ll teach you how to swim.”

You smile politely so as not to cause any trouble, but you mentally put your foot down. There’s no way in hell anyone could get you to go swimming.

———

Katsuki drags you all the way there. “Quit struggling. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to!” you huff at him as you set your things down on the chair.

“Alright fine. Pout all you want. I’m getting out of this heat.” He dives into the pool.

To you, it actually looks pretty fun. You wish you could swim.

Looking around, you notice that you and Katsuki are the only ones here. It’s inevitable that the adults are at work since it is a regular Tuesday, meaning their kids are probably sleeping in if they’re teenagers or at daycare if they’re too young. You’re only surprised that there isn’t a lifeguard on the clock.

Sitting on the ledge, you watch Katsuki swim. You two even end up chatting for some time. He splashes you playfully, and you laugh while kicking water at him. For the first time since you’ve been at the Bakugou household, you start to relax. Maybe, Katsuki isn’t so bad after all.

He gets out of the pool to get a drink from the vending machine. He turns to you, dripping with water as he grabs some coins from his wallet.

“You want anything?” He asks you.

“No thanks. I brought my water bottle.”

When he comes back, he’s had enough of you being such a scardy cat. With the sole of his foot on your back, he pushes you into the deep end. You struggle to stay afloat, flailing your arms about as you try to gain purchase.

“Katsuki!” You sputter chlorine infused water as your head dips below the surface.

He crouches down. “You want my help? You know what to say.”

How could he do this to you? How could he use something like this to his advantage just to give him a title that’s not even his?! If you want to live, you have to swallow your pride.

“Big Brother, he-help!” Too much water goes into your mouth, and you end up coughing fervently.

He dives into the deep end, wraps an arm around your stomach, swims to the ladder, and helps you out. He pats your back to help you cough up more water.

Once you’re settled and the shock of what just happened wears off, you try to run away from Katsuki. You end up tripping, and a giant abrasion forms along the front of your knee and shin. Crying out in pain, you hold your leg as the throbbing burn takes over. There’s blood spilling from the gash, and you can’t get yourself to breathe through it.

Katsuki picks you up in his arms and carries you the entire way home. Once there, he gets the first aid supplies ready. He fixes up your wound, making sure to treat you with caution.

“Don’t try to run off on me like that again. Kay?”

“Okay, Kat-”

He presses down on your knee with the worst pressure imaginable.

“Okay, Big Brother! I’m sorry, stop!”

He lets go of your leg and leans forward. “Remember that all of this could have been avoided if you had just been good and called me that in the first place.”

Nodding, you can see the scarlet liquid begin to bleed through the gauze. It’s terrifying knowing that one of your hosts did this to you, maybe not directly, but he’s the cause of it. For fuck’s sake, you almost drowned because of him.

He rustles your hair with his fingers in a playful manner before taking his hand away. “If you behave, then we can get along pretty well. If not, well…” He taps your wrapped leg. “You know what can happen.”

It takes a lot for you to utter the words he wants to hear. “Yes, Big Brother.”

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[kingkatsuki]

— when you play secret santa

Masterlist.

Warnings: kinda angsty, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

There are a multitude of things Bakugou Katsuki hates about the festive period. The freezing temperatures that make it difficult to use his quirk and leave him shivering on patrols, the fake hallmark bullshit that corporations try to sell during the holidays (he deliberately refuses any Yuletide collaborations for this exact reason), the way people seem to only care now it’s Christmas, the crowds and one of the worst things…

Forced fun.

Every year the Dynamight agency arrange a secret Santa, and every year Bakugou refuses to participate. Just another bullshit, meaningless waste of time during the festive period, and he never has any idea what to get anyone anyway.

But this year is different, because this year you worked at his agency. Bakugou groans as he looks down at the piece of paper with a name scribbled on it, his secret santa.

When you asked him one evening as you were leaving if he was going to participate in the secret santa event, he was going to reply with a scoff. Wondering why on earth you were asking him such a ridiculous question, what would give you the idea that Dynamight would want to do secret santa? But it was the adorable, hopeful look in your eyes that had his throat going dry and his heart palpitating as he stopped dead in his tracks. The words leaving his lips before he could even stop it— yeah, I am.

Bakugou hated the way your cheeks seemed to glow at his response, how happy you looked that this year he would be participating.

And that’s why he now found himself with a piece of paper in his hands with a name that wasn’t yours.

He didn’t even know who the fuck it was! Apparently after searching his employee database it was a lady in admin. Now stuck with trying to find a workplace regulation gift in between the long holiday shifts, maybe he’d get one of his sidekicks to get a gift for her instead.

How foolish he’d been to think that he’d get your name, that after all the shit he’d been through in his life that fate would grant him a free pass this once and give him the gift of you. But as always, the odds were against him. Crumpling up the piece of paper with a groan as he threw it onto his desk, tugging his glasses off to rub the balls of his hands into his eyes.

But perhaps he could swap with someone…

Finding out who had you was proving near impossible, it had been easy to get his sidekicks to announce to him who they had for the secret Santa, but everyone else in the agency was proving to be rather tight lipped. Whether it was the fear of their boss, or the fact that one of them may have him, he’d near but given up hope of swapping to get you.

“It’s supposed to be a secret, Bro.” Kirishima shook his head as he tucked into his bento box, a mouthful of rice slurring his words.

“I don’t give a shit, who ya got?” Bakugou pointed his chopsticks holding a piece of Gyoza towards Kirishima before shoving it into his mouth.

“I can’t tell you! It’ll ruin the whole thing,” Kirishima shook his head, “What if I’ve got you?”

“You ain’t got me.” Bakugou knew who had him already, it was a poor man from the cyber security department who seemed terrified when he’d revealed the big secret to the man himself.

“How do you know?” Kirishima sat back in his seat, “Man, this is why you never participate isn’t it? You don’t like fun.”

“I like fun,” Bakugou scrunched his nose in mock offence, “I hate surprises.” He mumbled, and truth be told, he hated not having you more.

“Well, I’ve already bought my gift so I can’t switch.” Kirishima grinned and Bakugou raised a surprised eyebrow.

For how generous and altruistic Kirishima was, he wasn’t usually this prepared. Often ignoring deadlines and leaving things until the last minute which would often result in him racing around like a headless chicken.

“Why don’t you just get her a gift anyway, man? I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

“I can’t do that.” He shot back, glaring across the table.

There was no way he could get you a gift out of the blue, even if it was for Christmas. Being the only person in the agency outside of the secret santa that he’d purchased a gift for would make it completely obvious that he’s in love with you, and the thought of your rejection made him blanch.

“Yeah, you can.” Kirishima continued, “You were gonna get her something if she was your secret santa anyway, so what’s the difference?”

It was a huge difference, it would mean the gift he’d give you separately was far more personal… Even if he would’ve gifted you the exact same thing.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Just wait it out man, and think positive. She might have you!” Kirishima smiled as he took a long sip of his protein shake.

The thought of you holding a piece of paper with his name on it had Bakugou feeling all giddy inside, trying to stop the ridiculous smile from tugging on the side of his lips as he pictured you going out to shop for a gift for him. Wrapping it and writing his name on it to gift it to him on Christmas Eve.

It was the only thought keeping him sane the closer it got to the day, finally acquiring his gift late after one patrol as he bought an obnoxiously Christmassy gift bag to place it inside as he brought it back to his agency. Scribbling the recipient onto the tag as he left it with the other gifts sitting beneath the outlandish tree. Bakugou wanted to look for your name in the huge pile, wondering if he could find out who actually had you or what the gift was but instead he made his way to the locker rooms. Tired bones aching from his arduous patrol as he made his way to shower before the annual Dynamight agency Christmas party, refusing to wear a Christmas jumper as he opted for a plain cable knit burnt orange sweater instead.

Turning up to the party late meant that most people had already opened their gifts, the loud bustle hitting him as he weaved through the crowds. Reaching out to grab a flute of champagne as he took a healthy sip as he gave polite nods to his staff that wished him a “Merry Christmas” as he walked through, not wanting to make it obvious that he was looking for you.

Giving up as he spotted the familiar red mop of his best friends hair hidden beneath a bright red Santa hat as he made a beeline towards him. Bakugou’s heart instantly sped up when he noticed who was standing beside him.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a gorgeous smile on your face as you seemed to hang on Kirishima’s every word. Handing him the glass you were holding as he handed you a gift in return. Was Kirishima your secret Santa all along?

The familiar ache returned to his chest at the sight, something he’d never experienced until he met you. His adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you slowly begin to tear open the messily wrapped present. He could make out the garish paper from across the room as Kirishima leaned in to gage your reaction, a huge grin on his face.

Bakugou couldn’t even be mad that Kiri got you as a secret Santa and didn’t tell him because the way your face lights up at whatever Kiri got you makes his heart palpitate. You’re so beautiful.

But he can’t avoid the hurt that aches in his chest or the way he feels his throat tighten as he watches how happy another man has made you, wishing it was him that made you look that happy instead.

Lifting his glass up to his lips he downs the rest of his champagne before placing the glass back onto the table, ignoring the lone present sitting beneath the large Dynamight tree addressed to him as he makes his way out of the room, his head down to avoid catching anyone’s gaze as he leaves.

Maybe he should’ve got you a present after all.

But if Bakugou had stuck around the office party, he would’ve seen what Kirishima gifted to you as your secret Santa, and the real reason why you were smiling. The horribly wrapped gift was actually a framed photograph of you and Bakugou at a press interview for Dynamight’s agency. Your eyes gazing up at him in adoration as you both smiled softly at something the other had said while you both acted like you were the only two in the world.

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[katslutki-bakugou]

For the main man's birthday, (and after reading so many great stories from others celebrating him!!), I thought I would give it a little go in honor of my husband

a snippet in which Bkg is working on his birthday :P (1.4k)

25. Twenty-five years of life, twenty-five Happy Birthday bro!!!! texts from Eiji since 6 a.m., and about 25 seconds left until Bakugou lost his composure and damaged something that would be a pain in the ass to apologize for and replace.

It wasn't that he minded working on his birthday, he really didn't. He had worked on his birthday for the last three years, so it wasn't that.

It wasn't that he minded all of Eiji's obnoxious texts, forcing him to acknowledge the day his hag mother had brought him into the world.

It wasn't even that his dumbass friends had suckered him into going out for dinner and drinks after his shift, because, even after all his blustering about, deep down he was pleased that he still had friends who would do things for him, go out of their way.

No, it was none of those things that had the 2nd Street flower shop in danger of having its windows blasted out and flowers burnt to a crisp.

It was you.

For the past few months, you had been terrorizing the Musutafu police force and Pro Heroes alike. A vigilante quirk user who was somehow getting to crime scenes before the police or heroes were even notified of them, leaving criminals tied up and subdued before fleeing the scene.

You were quick, none of the heroes dispatched could catch you. Bakugou had tried multiple times, and each time made him more eager to fight you again than the last. Since he had encountered you the most, he had been the one tasked with providing your description to the other heroes and police who patrolled downtown Musutafu.

He had described your white and gold hooded catsuit, utility boots, smug smile, and gold mask as you glanced back to taunt him, only

He wanted desperately to be the one to unmask you, to beat you at your little game of trying to one-up his colleagues. So, he had been keeping track of sightings of you, playing cat-and-mouse, you tempting him to come out and play just as well as you eluded him.

He had felt his lip curl up into a feral grin half an hour earlier when he had hear that you had been sighted over the police scanner in his office. Someone had seen you on 4th Street, and as soon as he heard that, Katsuki was off. 4th Street was minutes from his agency, and he cut the time in half by propelling himself through the sky, keen eyes watching for any sign of the suit he had committed to memory.

Then, he spotted you. Running down 2nd Street, keeping close to the alleyways and storefronts.

He sent himself downward in a flash, landing a couple feet behind you, the impact from his landing causing you to stumble and look back.

It was then that he caught a glimpse of your eyes, wide and sparkling in the afternoon light. They reminded him of a bunny. You looked a little afraid, and he felt his snarl grow into a grin, chasing after you. He had always taken pleasure in being a predator, hunting down his prey with ease.

The set of your shoulders changes as you regain your composure, calling over your shoulder to him," Working on your birthday, Dynamite? I'm flattered that I'm that important to you."

Bakugou nearly rolls his eyes at your taunting,"A big bad hero comes chasin' after ya and ya get scared, ya start runnin'? What happened to all that bravado you had for the police, ha?"

You said nothing, spinning on your heel to face him, nearly causing him to careen into you.

You lithely dodge out of his way, your knees bent, poised to run again as you speak, "I'm not afraid of you or any other pros. All you've done so far is let me down with your pathetic attempts to find me and have me brought in for doing a better job at protecting people than you."

Bakugou snarls at your words, lunging at you with his hand poised to strike, "You don't get to say shit about pros, we ain't the ones hidin' and creepin' around."

You laugh, dodging him again. You can tell he's starting to get frustrated that you're so hard to nab.

He's still enjoying himself though, examining your body as he sizes you up again, squaring off to face you once more. You're built very pretty. You look both strong and delicate, soft and hard. He can't help but let his gaze linger on your lips as his eyes make their way to your face. He notices that they look plush and supple as you speak again, "Why won't you people just leave me alone? I'm not doing anything wrong aside from not adhering to the policies of your Hero Commission. I don't hurt anyone, I capture villains, I cause thousands less than you do in property damage..."

The Bakugou remembers why he's there, to capture you and put an end to your vigilanteism. Feining anger beyond what he really feels, he goes for an obvious lunge before switching up at the last moment to sweep your legs.

It catches you off-guard, sending you onto your back on the cool concrete of the sidewalk. You quickly grab his ankle, pulling him down so he can't pin you, but he lands on top of you anyway.

You freeze, his face inches from yours, his breath warm on your cheek. His body is pressed right to yours and you can feel every hard plane of him. Your eyes lock for a moment, and in another life you think you could reach out and stroke his cheek, thread your hand through his hair, get lost in his garnet eyes.

Your breath hitches as you remember that you aren't in another life, you're in real life. You hitch your leg around his, flipping him onto his back. He still looks a bit dazed by your proximity, and you take your chance, hopping up as he moves to grab you again, but you're already out of his reach, turning away to take off, but not before you grin, saluting him and letting out a quick, "Happy birthday, Dynadick." and tossing down a smoke bomb, disappearing into the black cloud that emits from it.

He growls, moving in your direction, but he can't find you in the smoke, and once it clears, you're nowhere to be seen.

Frustrated and a little confused, he walks back to his agency, opting to take the extra few minutes to go over the fight in his head, trying to figure out what it was about you that had bewitched him so thoroughly when you took him down. Was it your quirk, unknown to the Hero Commission other than that you had one? Or was it your eyes, the life-filled sparkle of them as they searched his own?

It didn't matter, in the end. All that mattered was that he caught you, and brought you to justice soon.

He spends the rest of the day at the agency, turning off his police scanner and busying himself with paperwork until he gets the inevitable text from Eiji asking him to head over to the restaurant they were having dinner at.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he heads to the underground parking deck. He moves to open his car door, pausing and immediately going on alert when he sees the bright orange sticky note stuck to the handle of the driver's side door.

He pulls it off, spinning around to check the parking garage. When he sees no one, he turns back around and glances down at the note, which reads, 'Happy Birthday, Dynadick.'

He yanks open the door, expecting something dangerous to come flying out at him, but nothing does. Instead, as he peers into the car, he notices a smell that wouldn't emanate from his car normally, and as he glances down, he sees the source.

A single orange cupcake, complete with the stupid cartoonish cupcake toppers his publicist had bullied him into licensing to local bakeries.

You had even had the foresight to wrap it into a napkin, somehow knowing what a neat freak he was.

He gingerly set the cupcake into one of his cupholders and got in, a little more eager to encounter you again.

ahhhh I had no idea how to end this but I hope it was okay!!

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[propertyofkirishima]

The Chainsaw Man

Haunted House Actor!Bakugou x Y/N

a/n: erm this one is kinda crazy. but anyways, happy halloween my loves! <3 i’m gonna have a toothache from all this candy lol ^_^ again, no spell check from me!

tw: knife play, chubby reader, non-con, reader calls bakugou sir and is a cry baby, thigh grinding, oral sex, etc.

it is only natural that katsuki bakugou likes halloween. after all, his favorite colors are orange and black. katsuki can be whoever he wants, dressing up in costume and disguising who he really is. but his favorite part about halloween was working at a haunted house.

yes, every friday and saturday night katsuki makes the drive to an old man’s house in the middle of nowhere. they set up a terrifyingly large horror maze. every turn was something new. an actor. a prop. a scene.

katsuki loved to make people scream. he would watch their faces morph into horror and laugh like a maniac. there was no greater satisfaction than seeing others horror at his hands.

the best part of it all was his certain character assigned to himself. leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre. but he skips out on the face, just so he can see the reactions perfectly. he wears his overalls and brings his chainsaw every night.

tonight was no different, except for the appearance of you. since sundown, you had been waiting in the long line. you and your friend clutched each other nervously as figures loomed in the darkness.

not only did the haunted characters live in the maze, but also the line outside of it. gates and long fences kept everything secret. you were in a state of paranoia and fear. you kept looking around you like a scared little girl, repeating curse words to yourself.

this clown had taken a particular interest in torturing you. it was almost like they could sense how terrified you were. they approached you, staring at you silently. you could barely see their eyes through the black and white face paint. their blonde hair glimmered in the low lighting, reminding you that they were indeed human, despite the massive polka dot clownsuit.

your big doe eyes stared back, mouth in a pout. the clown got closer, causing you and your friend to squeal. he laughed sinisterly, jumping at you to cause further horror. you screamed as he came right to your face.

“pretty little girl, so tasty. can i make you my treat?”

you nearly cried at the proximity of you and him.

“no thank you sir!!” you said anxiously

all of the sudden, a knife was to your throat. a fake one, but cold nonetheless. it all felt so real. you tried to reassure yourself that it was okay. none of it was really happening.

“no?” he sighed, withdrawing his knife. “what about your friend? she could be my treat.”

your friend only giggled. “get the hell away, you ugly ass bitch!”

her laugh cut the tension in the air. you giggled with her, holding her hand once again. the clown frowned, walking away. finally, back to reality.

“geez, man couldn’t take a joke!” you remarked

“typical.” your friend agreed

finally, the two of you were let in. everything was a blur as soon as you cut corners. new masks, fake blood, murder scenes. you screamed and screamed, clutching your best friends hand.

bakugou watched you run through. oh god. you were beautiful. his eyes started at the bottom and made their way up as he traced your figure. would it be so wrong if there was already a tent in his pants?

bakugou was supposed to wait silently to scare you. there was a queue that he would get from other actors on the scene. but he had a different plan for you.

he turned to his partner in crime. oh kiri. he was so kind. bakugou knew he would instantly give in. kiri wouldn’t allow bakugou to submit you to such torture that he was envisioning. but if bakugou could get you alone…

“hey kiri, i want this one. you take that other girl.”

kiri smiled mischeviously. “you got it bro!”

little did you know the horrors that you were about to receive.

your eyes darted around. it was dark, and your best friend was gone. you felt yourself panic even more.

your thighs jiggled and shook with every step. it made your thigh highs fall on one side, while the other clung to the middle of your thigh. he saw your little mini skirt, exposing nearly every inch of your skin. then your cute oversized cardigan which had completely fallen from your shoulder. and a tank top with a little bow that nearly had your boobs falling out.

it was eerily silent. you called out for your friend, with no response. you began to whine about where she had gone. even cursing the actors who got paid minimum wage to freak people out all night.

you felt around for something, or someone. it was too hard to see clearly. you needed something of substance so you could feel your way out. suddenly, you touched something warm.

oh god.

you let out an ear piercing scream as a chainsaw resounded through the midnight air. a flicker of light came from the chain saw through every rip. you could see his face. handsome, and eerily pleased with your reaction.

“god, has anyone told you that you look utterly delicious?”

“n-no sir!” you hiccuped, looking around for a way out. “w-where is my friend?”

“gone!” he said with delight

you began to run away from him, but he only chased after you like a mad man. you screamed and screamed until you couldn’t anymore.

just when you were sure you lost him, he had taken a shortcut you didn’t even know existed. all you heard was the knocking of his utility boots. his heavy breaths. the drag of his chainsaw. and that smell of kerosene.

“p-please stop sir! i need to find my friend!” you whined

you continued to run aimlessly in the darkness. anywhere but here. anywhere but where the chainsaw man was headed. this maze was seemingly endless, with random bursts of light. you hit the fences wall once again.

“no. no! NO!” you screamed

you beat against the wooden fence, even considering climbing it. however, it was completely flat. a spine chilling chuckle cut through the crisp air. you felt yourself begin to cry. closing your eyes, hot droplets of tears rushed down your face. you turned around to face him, yet you couldn’t open your eyes. it was far too scary.

you could feel his hot breath fan against your face. he positively towered over you. he was so tall. so big compared to you.

“pretty little girl. all alone.”

his hands reached out to caress your face. you sobbed as he caught your hot tears. the chainsaw man’s hands were freezing to the touch. he loved your tears so much that he tasted them. salty and delicious. it made him hungry.

“i almost feel sorry for you.” he chuckled. “but then again, who else would torture you as good as me?”

he ripped the chainsaw and let it run down the side of the barn next to you. you screamed and screamed, finally opening your eyes to see him. the chainsaw raked up and down, causing the sound of grinding against the metal. sparks flew from the chainsaw. this awful sound resounded continually through the air.

“you like that, pretty little girl?” he smiled

you cried as he eyed you. up and down. that smelly kerosene. the sparks. and the huge man in front of you. you were terrified for your life.

“n-no!! i’m so scared!” you replied

the chainsaw man smirked. he made you stand flat against the gates. inserting his knee between your legs, he only laughed harder.

“you should be, cry baby.”

you gasped as his knee made contact with your pussy. what was he doing? it almost made you forget his chainsaw.

“n-not a cry baby!” you exclaimed. “and what are you doing?!”

bakugou chuckled. your face was absolutely ruined, and he didn’t even fuck you yet. the tears that ran down your face caused black streaks of runny mascara.

“just trying to fucking ruin you. s’not that hard though, is it?”

you pouted. “you’re so scary! how could i not cry?”

he grabbed your chin, making you look into his eyes. strobe lights flickered as he gripped you. god, he was so handsome. his blonde hair stuck out in all directions. he wore thick eyeliner. and you could see that his muscles were nearly busting out of his flannel.

“not sure baby, but it fuckin turns me on.” he smirked

you gasped as he rocked his thigh back and forth. you moaned as he hit your sweet spot. why did you like this so much? it was so disgusting. anyone could catch you. and what about your best friend? she needed you.

“n-no! please stop sir!” you whined

bakugou shook his head. “uh uh little cry baby. need to see you scream again.”

“but i can’t!! need to find my friend…please let me go sir! i’m so scared and i need her!”

bakugou almost felt sorry for you. you were so fucking pathetic. i mean, after all he was just an actor. and there was no way his chainsaw could actually hurt you. he would never pierce your precious skin.

“poor thing. you almost convinced me. but if you really want to, i need two things from you.”

you nodded your head quickly. “yes sir! anything sir!”

“give me your number, and suck me off.”

your big doe eyes blinked into his. “you’re kidding me, right?”

bakugou smirked. “no. unless you want me to kill you? or you wanna try running away again? i’ll have my friends catch you next. then we can all take turns torturing you. would you like that?”

you shook your head. “no sir, i wouldn’t wanna do that.”

his dropped his chainsaw in favor of his hands squishing your waist. “mmm fuck. i fuckin love chubby girls. you’re so soft, my pretty little cry baby.”

the chainsaw man continued to rock his knee. your pussy was so warm. he wanted to feel how wet and sticky you were. he needed to taste your pretty cunny. he was sure that it would be so sweet. the perfect treat for him.

he unbuttoned your cardigan. you whined as the cold air reached your shoulders and tits. bakugou chuckled. fuck, you were so pretty. he loved your tits already.

“y-you like chubby girls?” you said, face red with shame

the chainsaw man removed his thigh from your pussy. you whined, gripping his arms so as to not fall. he watched your boobs shake and bounce and your feet hit the ground.

“fuck yeah!” he smirked. “i mean fuck, i wanted to eat you as soon as you walked through my part of the maze.”

you felt his cold hands palm your tits. the chainsaw man was very needy. yet you didn’t mind. you liked his threats and the way he was so hungry for you. you lifted your tank top down to expose your black lacey bra.

“just for me, little one?” he asked. “you shouldn’t have!”

“w-wasnt for you sir. this guy was s’posed to come with me…b-but he bailed. m’not his type, i guess.”

bakugou frowned. “you’re so fuckin beautiful. any man who doesn’t like you is stupid. i mean fuck, i got hard as soon as i saw those thighs.”

you giggled. “thank you, sir! i’m almost less scared of you.”

“oh baby, you should be terrified.” he replied easily

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. your jaw dropped as he cut into your tank top. he pulled the knife slowly down, cutting it in half. your tank top was tattered, falling away from your supple skin.

the chainsaw man used the dull side of the knife to tease you. he dragged the cold metal up and down your stomach. you gasped out of fear.

“p-please stop sir!” you whined

he chuckled as he continued to tease your tummy. you were so soft and cute. the perfect little squish to rest his head. or play with his knife. he poked your skin slightly, causing a little blood to get on the knife. you yelped in pain.

“sir! please! i don’t like it!”

you began to cry again. he was just an actor. why was he actually hurting you? albeit, it wasn’t much of cut, more like a nick.

“you don’t like it, pretty girl?” he licked your skin. “i fuckin love it!”

little tears dripped down your face. you needed to distract him before things got worse. “c-can i suck you now?”

bakugou dropped his knife. you saw his tongue lick his lips and flash his pearly white teeth at you. a deep chuckle sounded, causing shivers down your spine.

“yeah baby, get on yer fuckin knees.”

he smirked, pushing your shoulders down. you gasped as your knees buckled to the muddy ground. you knew your socks were ruined, as well as your shoes. now you’d have to take a shower and wash away all this icky dirt.

you looked up at him, tears flowing from your eyes. bakugou wiped them from your face, “pretty girl, no need to cry. you got to take care of me, don’t you?”

it was sick, but you loved it. his honey tone contrasted with his evil intentions. all he was doing was manipulating and using you. though you knew those things, you didn’t get up and run. in fact, you were almost excited.

“y-yes sir!” you agreed. “can you take your overalls off, please?”

what bakugou revealed was the body of a god. and he had asked you for your number? your friends would think you sick for agreeing, but he was just so fucking hot. and on top of that, he wanted you. you, out of all people in the maze.

he slapped your face with his cock, bringing you back to reality. “look at me, little one.”

you opened your mouth instinctively, peering up with your big eyes. bakugou twitched against your cheek. you saw the edges of his mouth curl up into a sinister smile. he began to drag his dick all over your face, making you wet with precum. you closed your eyes, sticking your tongue out for him to use. bakugou groaned as he covered you with his stickiness.

“that’s a good fuckin girl. you ready to take it?”

you nodded. he chuckled as you got closer, sticking your face near his stomach. you clutched his muscular thighs as he plunged down your throat.

you gasped as his thick cock forced its way down. you could barely breath as you tasted him. but you loved being full. you loved the feeling of him using you. you moved your head up and down, listening to the way he grunted as he hit the back of your throat.

“fuck, this isn’t your first time is it? you little whore.”

he clenched the back of your head and rammed your skull into his stomach. you choked and gasped for air as he quickly pulled out. instinctively, you spat out all the saliva and pre. you began to cough as you knelt to the ground. but bakugou wasn’t having that.

“get up, my little cry baby. you’re not done yet.”

you pouted, pre running down your lips, neck, and chin. bakugou watched it drip between your cleavage. he knew where he was cumming.

“what’s your friend gonna say?”

you giggled, a little out of sorts. “i’m fucking crazy!”

bakugou began to laugh too. “you are fuckin crazy. lettin a stranger use your throat like this.”

you began to lick up and down his cock. bakugou sucked in his breath as you swallowed his tip. you played with his silt with your tongue, licking up and down. he shivered as you hit his sweet spot repeatedly.

he tried to put his hands on your head, but you just swallowed down. he grunted out as he watched your mouth go up and down on his cock. swallowing, then retreating, and swallowing again.

“mmmf, pretty girl.”

your doe eyes looked up at him. face ruined with tears and make up stains. cum all over your neck and chest. bakugou loved it. he felt himself twitching more and more.

you went faster as you felt him twitch. bakugou bit his lip and felt his toes curl in his boots. you were so good at what you did. pre released more and more from the tip. you loved the taste.

“yeah baby, i’m fuckin close!” he grunted

you went all the way down his cock, swallowing him to the base. he was so huge. bakugou watched your lips wrap his entire cock. he reached down to touch your throat, completely full with his fat cock you felt yourself choke, and quickly went back.

bakugou suddenly pulled out. you whined from loss of contact, but watched as he jerked off. you realized he wanted to jerk off all over you. closing your eyes, you left your mouth open to swallow his cum.

bakugou moaned, shooting his seed into your mouth, down your chin, and in between your tits. he watched the milky white liquid spread and race down. you used your finger to pick it up from your chin, licking and swallowing.

he fixed himself, then leaned down to help you. he spread the cum into your skin, making sure you’d smell just like him. bakugou kissed you silly, all around your face and lips, despite his cum.

bakugou pulled your fuzzy cardigan up onto your shoulders. he carefully buttoned it up, helping you to your feet.

“i still want your number, beautiful. if you’d let me have it?”

you smiled. “okie, give me your phone!”

you typed in your number, taking a photo of yourself for his phone. bakugou was going to definitely use that later for *purposes* because you could still see some of his cum and your absolutely ruined makeup.

bakugou watched your cute little face light up as he kissed your cheek. “do you want me to help you out?”

oh god. you forgot you were even in the maze. blinking for a few moments, you registered what he said. “oh, yes! what’s your name?”

“i’m the texas chainsaw man, baby.”

THE END

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