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tsukk1 · 1 year
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izuku developing a habit of laughing into shouto’s shoulders when they sit together...
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poofbark · 4 months
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bakudeku brainrot
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lizhrs · 1 year
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saw this picture and thought of escaped convict izuku on the run with raging psychopath/villian dynamight who decide to pay you a visit annnnd yeah (wc:2.6k)
It was supposed to be a nice evening all to yourself.
You were finally on break from the seemingly countless load of work and projects school has been throwing your way. You didn't think twice about taking time off from work and driving to your little cabin two towns out once the semester ended.
The first few days were fine. Everything you could've asked for. No call ins from work, deadlines from uni or hounding from your mother. It was just blissful peace.
But then a knock came at your door. You were reluctant to open it, especially since you're pretty sure no one knew you were here. Except for your mother but she lives thousands of miles away, she's never been the one to visit. It's always you who has to go to her. Your instincts tell you not to open it.
It's the beginning of a freaking horror movie for crying out loud.
Girl alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Check.
Girl has no contact with the outside world because of some absurd challenge of not checking social media for a solid two weeks. Check.
Girl has zero fighting abilities or survival instincts. Check.
Maybe the survival instincts part isn't all too correct because you stay put on your sofa, staring at the hardwood door from your position in the small cabin. Who could it be?
 You check the time, it's nine.
Maybe a person's car broke down nearby. But even then, you refuse to—another knock has you jumping. That's when you hear the whispers.
"I thought you said she'd be here, fucking nerd."
"She is." A calm voice responds.
You freeze. You know that voice. You haven't heard it in years but you definitely know it. You slowly stand up, walking to the door to get a clearer listening. "Did she leave? I swear to—"
"If you would stop talking, you would see all the lights are on. Clearly there's someone here."
A frustrated sigh then another series of pounding on the door. You can't help it, a small scream escapes your lips at the sudden noise. Then silence. They obviously heard you.
Yeah...definitely no survival instincts.
"Y/N?" A voice asks. It's definitely him. Definitely Izuku. But he sounds different. More hardened, confident...a stark contrast to the stuttering boy you were friends with five years ago. "It's me, Izuku. Open the door."
Open the door?
Why would you open the door to someone you haven't even spoken to in years? Someone who doesn't even give you a notice before rudely barging on your property. You can't stay silent any longer, obviously they know you're here but for some reason you can't bring yourself to speak.
"I just need a favor—"
"Fucking move." The other man mutters, you hear some shoving before an explosive sound causes you to take several steps back. What the fuck?
"You can't blow down her door!" Izuku groans in annoyance, shoving the man away.
"Why not? She won't let us in!"
"For obvious reasons you fucking imbecile!"
And you've definitely never heard Izuku curse before. "G-go away." You finally say. That man clearly has a quirk and judging from the sound of it, it could destroy you in a matter of seconds.
Another minute of whispering before Izuku is speaking up again.
"Why do you sound so scared?" He sounds like he's trying to put on a facade, trying to act nice and nonthreatening but the words roll off his tongue in a manner that only has you cringing. This is not the same Izuku you knew back then and you refuse to be one of those dumb girls who get stabbed in a horror movie because she was stupid enough to give some asshole the benefit of the—a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground and eliciting a terrified scream from your lips.
What the fuck?!
You thrash around in the others person's grip but they're freakishly strong, holding you up with one arm as the other goes to open the door.
"No! Don't—let go of me you psycho!"
It opens and the blood drains from your body, mouth opening in fear as Izuku steps in. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair before shutting the door behind him.
"Told you there's a backdoor. Dumb bitches like this never lock the back door."
What?
"Excuse me?!"
Izuku smiles down at you...since when is he taller than you? He looks older, jawline sharper, eyes more hardened, that boyish smile and chubby cheeks of his that always calmed you down are gone. Instead replaced by this.
You gasp as you take in his clothes. They're...fucking prison jumpsuits covered in blood. He follows your gaze, laughing a bit at your horrified gaze. "Oh this? It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Don't worry about it?
You scream as the man walks to the living room with you still in his grip, he throws you down on the couch and that's when you get a good look at him. He's big. Fucking massive with spikey blonde hair and a sneer that looks like it could rip you in half. He's also wearing a prison suit.
Tears quickly form in your eyes at the situation you're in. Prison suits, covered in blood and looking at you like you're a piece of meat. Yeah, you're definitely dying tonight. "W-what do you want?"
"Geez, five years of no contact and this is how she greets you?" The blonde laughs. "I thought you two were lovebirds." He plops down on the couch, picking up a magazine.
"Shut up, Katsuki." He sighs.
You two never dated. He was practically a little brother to you, always following you around like a lost puppy. But he doesn't look so desperate anymore. His eyes are chillingly dark all while his lips are forcing themselves into a smile that looks anything but kind. While the other one has almost a maniacal glint to his eyes. They're both creepy, terrifying you to your core as you slowly move your hand behind you. You left your phone somewhere around here, granted there's barely any data but you should at least try something.
Izuku moves closer, a movement that has you flinching away. "Stay back!" You screech.
Katsuki groans, rubbing his ears. "The mouth on her, goddamn."
"Look. Me and my...friend here are in a bit of a bind. We just need a place to stay for a little while and we'll be out of your hair."
You scoff, eyes trailing down to the crimson color on his hands. "What happened to you?" Or better yet, what the hell did he do to whatever poor guy got in his way?
He frowns. "I freed myself from a sticky situation. Why are you looking at me like that y/n?"
"Y-You're...in a prison jumpsuit with blood all over you and that's what you ask?"
"I did what I had to do." He sounds utterly convinced, that's what scares you the most. "Can we stay here?"
"Not like she can stay no." Katsuki cuts in, standing up and going to the kitchen to rummage through your fridge.
"H-how did you know I'd be here?" You ask, throat unbearably dry at this point.
"You always spoke about this cabin, how you would come here every semester break in the future." He sits right next to you, stretching a bit as he cracks his neck. "Fuck, I'm tired. We've spent the past few days in the damn woods."
He remembers something you told him nearly seven years ago? He’s always been disturbingly observant.
"We should've barged in here sooner. But no, you wanted to stake it out." Katsuki scoffs.
"You've been watching me?" Your chest tightens at that fact. You've been in this cabin alone for days with these two psychos watching your every move? Did they come in while you were sleeping? Taking a shower? You never lock the back door, a stupid, ridiculous habit you've been trying to break. But now it's too late it seems as you stare into Izuku's cold eyes.
"It was the only way to know no one else was coming. No one is coming, right?" He leans forward, slight suspicion etching on his features.
"Who cares if they do? I'll just blast the fuckers into bits."
You tense up at that, stomach twisting painfully. Izuku grabs your chin, you jump as his blood stained fingers grip you. "No one is coming right?"
"N-no." You whimper, shaking your head. "I'm the only one that comes here. Y-you know that."
"Well I've been gone for a while. You probably got a boyfriend, one of those meat heads losers you were always into. Do you? Are they coming here?" He quizzes, staring deep into your soul.
"No!" You yell, slapping his hands away. The longer they're on you, the more you feel like gagging. "I don't have a boyfriend."
His smile falters at that, jaw clenching and unclenching as he takes deep breaths, like he's trying to calm himself down for you removing yourself from his hold. Like you had no right. “That's a shame. I would've enjoyed meeting the man who you finally deemed good enough." He says after a few seconds.
"Why? So you could kill him in front of her?" Katsuki comes back, snorting as he sits on the couch. He's got a tub of ice cream in his hand. You didn't peg a hardened criminal as a haagen daz lover.
Izuku laughs, a sound that has you cringing on the inside. It sounds terrifyingly unstable. "You're making me seem like a sociopath, Kats."
Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Wouldn't want that."
You swallow the lump in your throat. "You guys would just be staying for a few days right? I won't—I won't tell anyone, I swear. You don't have to hurt me."
"Now...why would I want to hurt you y/n?" He murmurs, fingers traveling to play with the curls of your hair. "You've given us hospitality. That's all I could've asked for."
You try to force a smile but the pit in your stomach is exhausting you at this point. You feel like screaming, puking and running for the hills all at the same time. But you can't run...the nearest house is at least thirty minutes away and they would surely catch you before then.
"O-okay." You whimper. "You're not...you're not mad at me, are you?" You find yourself asking, trying to stay calm.
He freezes, letting go of your hair as he leans against the couch. "Mad?"
"For what happened." You lick your dry lips. He has to remember. You highly doubt he came all this way just for hospitality. They could've broken into any old house or car but instead they waited here for days, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack you. Even though they should be out of the freaking country by now.
He stares at you for a while, his smile now replaced by a haunting look of indifference. Everything he does scares you. If he's not staring at you like you're a little kid throwing a tantrum, he's peering like he wonders what your insides look like.
"No...I'm not mad." He smiles again. "The past is the past."
"O-okay." You sigh, not believing him one bit.
"What happened?" Katsuki asks, looking genuinely interested.
"Shut up." Izuku simply responds and somehow the blonde doesn’t take offense to the tone, only rolling his eyes in response and going back to his ice cream.
Finally. Finally, you gain enough courage to reach your phone. Your fingers clench around the object behind you, praying they don't see the movements. "W-what did you guys do to get sent to prison?" The words flow out of your mouth, trying to buy time as you press the emergency button on your phone.
"We'll save that conversation for another time. But for now..." Izuku reaches behind you, ripping the phone out of your hands before you can even blink. You barley had it for a fucking second, how the hell did he know?
"W-what are—"
A slap to the face shuts you up immediately, it's not hard. It was practically a tap but something tells you that was just a warning, that if you pull something else, his retaliation will be less...merciful. "Open it."
“No."
Stupid.
"Open the phone, y/n." He says through clenched teeth, the calm facade he's been wearing all night slowly slipping off.
"No! You—what are you—" Hands grip the back of your hair, yanking your head back and evoking a painful scream. Fuck, he's strong. Katsuki stands behind you, menacing glare fixated on you as he sighs. "Just open the phone, doll."
You bite your tongue, slowly taking the phone from Izuku's welcoming hands and typing in your password.
"Was that so hard?" He asks, scrolling through your device.
Katsuki lets go of you, walking around the sofa so now he's standing behind Izuku. Both of them peering at your phone, like it's the most fascinating thing ever. "The emergency button didn't even work, service at this cabin has always been atrocious huh y/n?"
You refrain from telling him to fuck off.
"I'm just sending a little message to your mom—how is she by the way—that you'll be off the grid until you get back from break." He hums, tapping erratically. "You don't really have many friends it seems." He tilts his head to the side.
"I always thought you were destined to be that cliche slut of a cheerleader in high school, too dumb to know her left from her right but always so eager to please—oh." He pauses, scoffing a bit as he comes across something.
"W-what?" You ask, biting the inside of your cheek until it's throbbing.
"It appears you lied to us!" He laughs, the sound practically maniacal. The most emotion he's shown since he broke into your house. He holds the phone up, a crazed look in his eyes as he pouts.
"You do have a boyfriend."
Your eyes widen at the text messages he's showing you. If you had known your former friend and aspiring stalker would've broken into your cabin, you would've deleted those messages. But it's too late now as Izuku looks at the phone again with that stupid mischievous glint dancing around in his eyes.
"We—we've only been together a month, Izuku. I barely know the guy." You try to defend yourself, not sure why. Why does he still care so much after all these years?
It's a lie, you've been with him for over a year but you refuse to reveal that. Not with the terrifying expression on Izuku's face. "Why do you care? I-it's no—"
"Why wouldn't I care?" He scoffs. "After you trampled all over my heart?" He pushes the phone to Katsuki's chest to which the blonde happily takes it.
"After you made me feel like a fucking stain on some dirty sheets? After you broke and used me until there was nothing left to abuse?" He's getting closer, unbearably close. So much for bygones being bygones.
He grabs your chin again, it's much harder than last time and you're sure a bruise will be left. "I-I'm sorry." The tears are flowing down your cheeks now.
"It's okay." He nods, smiling at you. He leans in, placing a small peck on your cheek before backing away. "I forgive you, sweetheart. We all know you were never the brightest." The change in personality is almost as creepy as his gaze right now.
You try not to wipe the saliva on your cheek away, disgusted with the proximity. He's still so fucking delusional after all this time.
"Invite him over." It takes a second for you to realize he's not talking to you but to the deranged blonde next to him.
"W-what? No! Why—"
"Those who are sorry should be eager to prove it, y/n." He says like it's so obvious. "You can atone for your mistakes this way."
Atone? What is he, some type of God? Fucking psycho. "Leave him alone—"
"Invite him." He rolls his eyes. "I'm going to freshen up, can't wait to meet him y/n." He walks towards the stairs, humming a song all the way up.
"Don't worry." Katsuki says, catching your horrified expression. "This will be fun."
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llovelykris · 11 months
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Why is it that in every fanfic with quirkless!reader as dekus and bakugous childhood friend that reader somehow finds out about ofa? I want reader's trust to falter, I want them to question deku's truth. I want the same visceral emotions that bakugou went through. Arguments, angst, tension, awkwardness, betreyal, spite. Maybe they make up. Maybe midoriya pushes reader closer to bakugou, or just further from himself in general. It was a big deal and I need reader to experience that.
"What about the promises we made? To be a quirkless duo, to inspire people?"
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novaneondream · 1 year
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Is it just me or was it just my delusional brain that thought that for a split second Katsuki called Izuku “My Deku” during his inner monologue??? No BECAUSE in the rush of all the events unfolding, my brain really rewrote that scene LMAO
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ghostxrose · 1 month
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Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader
Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?
Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol
Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"
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The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.
Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.
“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.
Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.
Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.
Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.
Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.
You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.
Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.
Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.
You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.
“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.
Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.
“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.
“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.
“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.
Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”
Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”
“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.
“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.
“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.
“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.
You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.
Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.
You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.
You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.
In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.
So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.
It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.
“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.
“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.
“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.
When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.
“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.
“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”
“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.
“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.
“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.
“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.
“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.
“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.
You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.
You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.
“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”
“Y-yess..”
“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”
“Y-Youu w-willl?”
“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”
“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”
“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.
The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.
Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.
“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.
It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.
“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.
“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.
“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.
“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.
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Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3
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I would like to think that if Dabi survives everything, settles things with Endeavor, and tries to move on, he will make a somewhat good dad. Hear me out!
His experience with his own dad would, of course, haunt him. At the same time though, it would help him raise a kid who is loved and cared for. He wouldn't put heavy expectations on the kid and would want the kid to be who they want to be. Sure, he would be clumsy at it, and probably annoyed sometimes, but he would never toss them to the side and ignore them. He would try to be kind but would also be a tad bit blunt. That being said, he wouldn't hide things from the kid and would also explain things to him the best he could.
(Yes, I have thought of a story idea where he has a kid. I also have a story idea about Omegaverse DabiDeku having a kid. I am not ashamed!)
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prettyboykatsuki · 10 months
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the way my ears just Perked Up at the mention of deku as if i have ever recovered from the one off comments you and other anons have made about primal play, cnc or brat tamer deku. down so bad for him in every context i need the cure to free me from this
deku is always going to be a brat-tamer to me. i literally believe nothing more in my life. like it always is that to me
he's not a brat-breaker but he does tame. it's how he dominates u best he is thoughtful and patient and lets you get away with sooo much misbehavior until he decides it's time and it sends chills up your spine bc he is still being friendly but you are In Trouble
PRIMAL PLAY DEKU........ALWAYS ON THE MIND......ALWAYS.....him and his inappropriate usage of blackwhip around the ankle vs my brain that desires him carnal. ivenever won
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mary-magpie · 1 year
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i’m not sure what’s funnier:
a. izuku having a sudden growth spurt and as a result towering over everyone else with the 2m of his height
b. izuku having that puffy form like allmight had and freaking everyone out with it
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sketch concept: Rody and Pino in cool clothes maybe? I feel like they'd like to be fashionable
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I think I owe you my whole life, anon.
Anyway, the Souls are supporting Pro Hero Deku at the Hero Ranking Ceremony♡♡♡♡♡
Edit: tumblr quit fucking up my art challenge 2k23 maybe?? Anyway, please click to see the quality better. 😔 it's not that blurry
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carelessw-whimperz · 2 years
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ffbrxinrott · 9 months
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Hi!
im obsessed with bakudeku rn and need an outlet so here we are <33
they're my bbys oh my god I love their dynamic so much????
this is just gonna be rants about how much I love them and their development and just everything rlly
brain rot.
sigh
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bnhabadass · 6 months
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cereiza · 1 year
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i am thinking so many thoughts .
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lizbeth-loon · 1 year
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I am having Secret Punk Thoughts 🤔💭
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pamgkrthwrites · 5 months
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Baby fever and Bakugou brain rot for me so here some baby Bakugou headcanons.
Bakugou’s first baby having your hair texture and your eye colour but Bakugou’s hair colour and eye shape. The second baby having his hair texture, eye shape and colour while having your hair colour.
First first baby - his daughter- is his angle, even if her favourite hero is Todoroki to the point she doesn’t like expressing her emotions just like Todoroki. She has his power though.
His second baby though is him just with a mix between your quirk and his. This child is a gremlin, stealing food and bullying their young siblings.
The third baby on the other hand has Bakugou’s dad’s hair colour, your hair texture and your eye shape and eye colour. Bakugou knows it’s his baby but the comments he gets about his third baby makes angry as hell.
This baby is the most non-Bakugou baby out of all of them. More quite, well mannered, probably the tallest too. If anything he acts like Deku, but his favourite hero is dad. If you are pro angst then this baby causes Bakugou to accuse you of cheating on him with Deku. Extra points if he is Quirkless.
IF NO ANGST he loves his babies so so much. Loves them to the moon and back. Will refuse the media to see his babies if he can help it.
I do love the idea for his youngest though, Bakugou thinks he likes Deku so will buy him Deku stuff and try to get Deku to meet him. Little angel doesn’t understand because he really does love his dad over every other hero.
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