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earth2rin · 4 months

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LAST RESORT ᡣ𐭩

bakugo x fem!reader college au

2.1k words

warnings: mild cursing, slightly suggestive, alcohol use

friends not answering your calls? ubers not available? guess it’s time for your last resort.

“fuck” you slur as your screen reads that iida had not answered your phone. you called jirou, then momo, then izuku, todoroki, sero and kiri, but no answer.

you were drunk. absolutely hammered and the clock on your phone currently reads 2:37 in the morning. there were no ubers available and you were in desperate need of a ride home back to your apartment from the college frat party you and your friends decided to go to.

you originally had a DD, but ochako ended up leaving early, something about deku getting home earlier than expected from his trip in the states. you told her to go and see her man, and how she better fill you in on all the deets or else you were never going to cover for her whenever she and deku “mysteriously” disappear from functions.

so here you sat on the couch in some random fraternity house, pouting about how you had no idea of how you were gonna get home. the music was loud and your body was buzzing, all the loud conversations going on around you didn’t help brighten your mood. you were tired, and your feet hurt from the heels you were wearing. you wanted to go home. you contemplated just crashing on the couch and waking up super early to leave, but the skirt you were wearing would ride up every 5 minutes and you were sure if you slept on the couch someone would get a show when they would wake up in the morning. you also thought about walking home but for obvious reasons you decided against it, walking 7 miles in the middle of the night in a miniskirt was an absolute no!

then an idea popped into your head. you had absolutely no faith, but it was your last chance to get home before you started walking. you chewed on your lip, anxiety making you ponder if you really should go through with it, it wasn’t like you had any other choice!

biting the inside of your cheek, you wait as you hear the familiar sound of your phone ringing, hoping the call will go through. your nerves grew as the ringing had continued in your ears.

“hello?” a gruff voice answers on the other end of the line.

“bakugo! oh my god i’m surprised you answered!” you say excitedly, smile extending from ear to ear.

“the fuck are you calling me for? it’s 3 in the god damn morning” he mumbles, you bite on your lip from being chewed out at.

“listen, i’m reeeeally sorry, but i’m really drunk and i need a ride home.” you whine and the desperation in your voice makes you cringe but you really meant it.

“so fucking call some one else, don’t bother me!” he sounds angry and your eyes begin to well with tears.

“i did! but no one wants to answer me and i’m really tired and want to go home, but my feet hurt and i can’t walk home and i’m hungry and there’s no food here, and i really want to go home.” you babble as the tears start pouring and the people around you give you stares but you’re too drunk to care right now.

“alright alright i’ll come get you! jus’ quit your crying already” you manage to get out a broken and whiny ‘okay’ before he asks you to send your location hangs up

even though you know you’ll regret it in the morning, you take 3 more shots and wander out into the front yard. the grass is cool, dewy from the 3am air and the leaves in the trees sway from the light breeze. the moon is out, and you can’t help but stare, mesmerized by its beauty. you find yourself lying in the grass, staring at the sky, hoping the nauseous feeling and pounding headache would go away soon.

your eyes begin to flutter shut, but soon you hear a voice speak up.

“what are you doing on the ground?” you flutter your eyes open and there standing at your feet was bakugo katsuki.

“oh heyyy. ‘m jus a little tired” you smile.

he stares at you and sighs

“well c’mon, get your ass up and let’s get you home.” you shake your head and pout.

“don’t wanna. ‘m so comfy. i think i'll throw up if i stand.” your brows furrow as you adjust your head, turning it to your side.

he groans, dragging and his hand down his face.

“alright, c’mon, up and attem” he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder (making sure to cover your ass from anyone seeing your baby pink underwear) and you groan.

“oh god, you’re making me nauseous!” your cheeks bubble up, trying to hold back your barf as you see the ground move from underneath you.

rolling his eyes, he replies “oh buck up, we’re almost at my car.”

you stare for a little, speaking up to drunkenly say, “you have a nice ass” and he pinches your arm, making you squeal and giggle.

you feel him stop, and hear the sound of a car door opening. he gently puts you in the seat and squats down.

“what are you doin?” you hum, eyes closed.

“give me your foot” he mumbles.

you make a confused face to which he replies, “just give me your damn foot!” you comply, sticking out your foot and frowning for being scolded.

he gently unclasps your heels and sets them underneath your seat, repeating the motions for your other foot. he then sets your feet in the car and leans over you, buckling your seatbelt for you.

you catch a whiff of his cologne and you internally sigh, he smelt absolutely heavenly. it didn’t help that he was wearing a wifebeater and his biceps were bulging right in front of your eyes. you wanted to bite him. he was ethereal, a sight to behold, an angel in front of you. why couldn’t he like you?

closing the door, he makes his way to the driver seat and hops in, tying himself in.

“ ‘m cold” you whine, and he turns around to his backseat and grabs a blanket, placing it in your lap.

you unfold it and wrap yourself in it, secretly taking a whiff and hiding your smile in the blanket.

“thanks” you quietly say, he nods in acknowledgment.

the ride to your apartment is comfortable. the radio playing music quietly, leaving you both to your thoughts. you had known bakugo since high school. you had been close friends with deku, and you knew his infamous bully. you tried to help deku and even defended him, but all izuku would say was that it was okay and that you didn’t need to fight for him. so you let izuku handle it, next thing you know you’re all at the same college. your class had all been relatively close, almost everyone was friends. but for some reason bakugo could just not stand you. you tried to figure out why, but you never really had interactions with him so there was nothing that tipped the scale.

you decided to not let it bother you, which was hard because you unfortunately found him ridiculously attractive. you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be friends, but you never acted upon your thoughts, settling in the belief that ignorance is bliss.

“you hungry?” you turn your head and blink.

“no ‘m okay, thanks.” you turn your head back to the window and he chuckles.

“alright but you’ll regret it in the morning.”

your eyes widen and you snap your head back to him.

“wait! i am hungry!” he rolls his eyes and says ‘okay’, pulling into a taco bell.

you feel giddy as he hands you your burrito, immediately unwrapping and chowing down on the warm heaven sent food.

“thanks!” you say with a smile and a full mouth, to which he slightly grimaces and says that you owe him one, which you decide to ignore.

shortly after, you arrive at your apartment and he parks, getting out to open your door.

“i don’t wanna go im barefoot! that means i’ll have to walk across the dirty concrete!” you whine and he tries his best not to show his frustration, but the vein popping out on his forehead says otherwise.

“c’mon, i came all this way AND bought you taco bell and you can’t even walk to the door?” you pout and he groans, tossing you over his shoulder again.

he grabs your heels and your purse, beginning his tread up the stairs.

“wait a minute, how do ya know where i live, hmm?”

he rolls his eyes, which he knows you can’t see and responds, “you had a party for ochako remember?”

you gasp and giggle, “oh yeah! and then they left early so they could fu-“

“and we’re here!” he cuts you off, digging through your purse for your keys.

once in your apartment, he asks where your bedroom is, finding the room he sets you down on your bed and puts your heels by your closet. he leaves the room, heading to your kitchen. you frown due to the lack of his company, but he returns with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

“here, take this for your feet and headache.” you grab the two pills he’d taken out the bottle and swallow them, chugging the water shortly after. the tension is thick as you both stare at each other.

you get up, walk to your dresser and look through your drawers, he stands awkwardly behind you trying hard not to stare at your ass as you bend over to look for pajamas. you began stripping and before you can get your tube top over your head he blurts out.

“where’s your bathroom?” you turn your head and blink at him.

“i have an en suite, it’s the door to your left,” he nods and quickly rushes inside the room.

after changing into your pajamas you make yourself comfortable in your sheets, waiting for bakugo to exit your bathroom. your eyes begin to shut until you hear the click of the door opening.

he had assumed you’d fallen asleep and began to exit your room.

“why don’t you like me?” you mutter. he freezes, he feels like a deer caught in headlights.

“what are you talking about?” he plays dumb but you don’t falter.

“why don’t you like me?” you repeat, this time more confidently.

he swallows thickly and turns to look at you, you sit up and look at him.

“i never said i didn’t like you.” he says as if it’s a matter of fact.

“well you sure as hell make it seem like i’m the last person on earth you’d rather be with.” you chuckle bitterly, the alcohol coursing through your veins giving you the courage to say what you’ve always wondered.

“it’s a shame really, i thought we could be good friends, i find you quite charming, dashing even. i wouldn’t have minded if things went further then just being friends as well.” you sigh falling back into your sheets, snuggling into your comforter.

“that makes two of us.” he mumbles and he thinks you didn’t hear it, but you remove your blankets and make your way towards him.

“well maybe when you give up the act of thinking i’m insufferable you could give me a call, yeah?”

he’s at a loss for words, you’re standing awfully too close to him, he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it sends shivers down his spine. he swallows, examining your face and he licks his lips.

“you're drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying” he tries to rationalize, more to himself than you.

“oh i’m perfectly aware of what i’m saying” you send him a small coy smile and he feels butterflies as you stare into his eyes.

“if i call you sometime will you go to bed already?” he takes a small step closer and you smile at him.

“anything you’d like.”

“i’ll call you then.”

you nod like a school girl, and head back to your bed.

“night.” you say as he slips through your door.

“night.”

the next morning you woke up with a horrendous headache, making your way to the kitchen for some water. a bottle of vitamin c gummies, a free pizza coupon and the blanket you had last night folded up were sitting on your counter top. on the bottle of vitamin c there was a sticky note attached.

for the hangover. call you tonight?

-k.b.

#it’s 5am rn hehe #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bnha #mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #stoic bakugo #drunk shenanigans #bakugo being bf material #husband in the making #cutesy shit

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Yandere Drunk Bakugou (NSFW)

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

I’m sorry. I’m just horny. 😭

Warnings: NSFW, drunk sex, Yandere themes, possessive tendencies

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Yandere Bakugou who got drunk at a party and spotted you shaking your ass on the dance floor. He took you back to your room after. Dazed with passion and alcohol, you allowed this. He sloppily latched onto your mouth while working the button of your pants, shoving them down past your hips.

He kept you close the entire time, never once allowing an inch between your body and his. He pushed you back with a strength you knew he had but never witnessed first hand. I mean, those pretty boy muscles. How he flexes them to take off his black tank top. His fingers knock against each other as he tries to get out of his pants and boxers.

Drunk and stumbling all over the place, the two of you rid each other of your clothes before you fall in a heap on the bed. He’s hard and sweaty, you’re wet and sweaty. He hooks your knee over his shoulder and presses against you. You realize it’s taking him a few tries to find your cavern of bliss. You moan, horny as fuck, trying to be patient in all of your alcoholic consumption.

He’s stiff going in, and then he relaxes for a second before pumping the fucking hell out of you. He gets so excited that his quirk accidentally goes off, but you’re a slut for the slight pain you feel on your arm. You moan and nip at his ear.

He licks your neck, sucking on it, leaving a trail of blazing bite marks. Bakugou grips your hip, leaving fingerprint marks. He’s slapping your fleshy ass over and over again until you vocalize the pain. You grab fist fulls of the sheets. Your hair sticks to you in a light sheet of sweat. He’s bucking his hips into yours deep. You can feel him rubbing up against that sweet spot inside of you, that sacred little ball of pleasure. He hits it in all of the right ways, and you find yourself coming undone all over his cock.

Bakugou doesn’t stop when he comes. No. Drunk Bakugou has more stamina than Sober Bakugou. Sober Bakugou can go up to three (maybe four if you’re lucky) times in a row, but Drunk Bakugou hits different. He makes you a messy girl. He makes sure you know exactly who you belong to, even if you are drunk. He has you riding his cock, sucking his dick that’s slick with all of your juices and his precome. He takes you while you’re bent over the bed, bent over the dresser. He takes you while your back is to his chest, reverse cowgirl while bouncing on his delicious cock. He even has you in a chokehold at some point while standing and fucking you from behind.

Oh, this man lives to hear you moan his name in his ear. How he loves to hear you scream for him. He pounds you up against a wall just to feel you wrap your arms and legs around him while making those pathetic little squeaks of pleasure in his ear. Your eyes scrunched closed.

“B-Baku-gou! I’m gonna! I’m gonna come! Please?!”

Drunk Yandere Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way.

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shutit-haha · 8 months

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I wuv you

"I wuv yooou," you're big bulk of a boyfriend clung to your waist for dear life. His face was burred in your stomach, heavy hot breaths hitting your skin through the fabric of your clothes. Like the amazing person you were you came and picked up the blasted man, and may or may not have been trying to manipulate him right now.

"I wuv you too," he babbled into your stomach. God was he so easy to manipulate when he was drunk out of his mind.

"Do you," you winked at your phone. It was leaned up against the windshield recording from the safety of your dash. "I don't think you do," you gave him a fake little pout.

"No, I wuv you dumbass," he clung to you tighter. Red eyes peered up at you, bottom half of his face still hidden from view. "I wuv you," he sounded like a child.

"Katsuki," you pulled your hand out of his hair. "You don't love me anymore," you looked away to dramatically sulk.

"No," he sat up quickly. Too quickly, his vision spotted and his head hit the roof of the car. You watched the blonde wince, still speaking through the pain and confusion. "I do wuv you, I do."

"Awe bubba, you hit your head." You reached out for your darling boy, your poor drunk boy.

"Please don't leave me, I wuv you."

One hand cupped his face, thumb wiping away the tears he had begun to cry, the other rubbed soothingly at the top of his head. "Ok baby, ok. Calm down," you tried to reach for a water bottle but he kept your hands on him. He was all sniffly and whiny now, desperate for your affection.

"Please don' leave me, I wuv you, I promise."

"I'm just trynna get you water bubbas, you gotta let me go."

"No," he clung to you again, only this time you couldn't breathe.

"I'm right here, Katsuki-"

He groaned, "Katsuki!"

"Baby," you quickly corrected. You hadn't expected him to be so touchy about the pet-names. "I'm right here baby," you rubbed his back other hand reaching for the water. "Here," you twisted off the cap for him. "Drink," you put the bottle to his lips. The oaf had wrapped his hand around your in an attempt to hold the bottle himself only to spill it. "Ok, ok. It's fine, I got it, I'll take care of it." You had tried to climb into the backseat to get him a shirt, but he pulled you back by the waist. "Katsuki!"

"You're gonna- you're gonna leave me."

"I'm getting you a shirt," you tried once again to pull yourself through. "Baby please," you whined.

"You won't leave?"

"No," you sighed. "Baby, please you're being difficult."

"I'm sorry," he hesitantly let go of you. You watched over your shoulder as he sunk into the seat, hand over his eyes. The wet tracks left from his tears shimmered under the streetlight, hair a mess form his antics.

"Here," you handed the green shirt to him only for him to pull you into his lap. "Katsuki the car is not big enough for this," your head nearly hit the ceiling.

"Yes it is," he slurred, kneading your ass.

"No, really it's not."

"Don't care," he grumbled, "take it off for me." He kissed your neck, again, and again, and again. Your hands slowly worked at the buttons, startling when he nipped at your skin.

"Katsuki," you scolded. He huffed against your skin, kissing over the bite. You were halfway done with the buttons when he has started sucking. "Katsuki stop that, come on. Keep this up and you can undress yourself."

"Sorry," he grumbled only to play with your ass more instead. He'd push them together and then spread them apart. You undid the last buttons, his nose dragging up your neck. The blonde kissed behind your ear, and then nipped at the same place.

"Katsu," this time it was you grumbling. Your hands glided along his torso as you slid off his shirt, taking notice of how he shivered. His hips bucked underneath you, grinding against you. "Stop that," you shifted slightly to stop the recording on your phone. "You're drunk," you pulled the dark green shirt over his head.

"Please," it was such a soft whisper. "Please mommy." Your breath hitched, lust now planted within you. Ignoring the feeling you tapped his arm so that he could lift it. As you helped him get it through the sleeve he kissed along your shoulder. "Please, please mommy. Today's been such a stressful day, all I want is your warm fuckin' cunt." There he was grinding up against you again. This was all so new to you it was dizzying. Katsuki had never given you power like this, had never called you by that name, had never begged. He'd never spoken the way he was speaking right now. "I'll be a good boy now I swear." You put his arm through the other sleeve.

"Katsuki stop it." You were quick to slide off him, jumping back into your seat. You took in a steadying breath before leaning into his space yet again so that you could buckle him in.

"Please," he grabbed your wrist placing your hand on his bulge.

"You're drunk." You tried to pull away but he held you firm.

"I jus- just need a release."

"You're not in your right set of mind." Finally you managed to yank your hand away. "Here," you slammed the water bottle against his chest. He gulped half of it down, as you pulled out of the parking spot.

"Want you so fuckin' badly," he unzipped his pants.

"Katsuki no."

"Hurts," he whimpered. You glanced over at him, noticing the stain on his boxers from the precum. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road! "Gotta," he hissed beginning to pull it out.

"Katsuki stop, we are on the fucking street right now. Stop please," you were begging him. You were well over the speed limit, driving yourself crazy with not looking over at him again. "Baby please," you had changed your tone of voice, using something more sexy. "If you do this for me I promise I'll reward you."

He halted his movements with a hiss, whimpering and whining before speaking. "Promise?"

"Promise my love."

"Ok." Surprisingly, he listened, fixing his boxers and zipping up at his pants. The rest of the ride went smoothly after that, his head in your lap. When you finally pulled into your driveway you made him rink whatever it was he had left of his water. You then opened his car door, and helped him stumble to the door. "I behaved well for you," his voice was groggy, eyes barely open. The bulky man was leaning against the locked door, body swaying slightly.

"You did," you cooed bending down to untie his shoes. "You were a good boy," you tapped his leg so that you could slide the shoes off.

"Yeah," he swallowed dryly.

"Mhm, a very good boy." You took off the other shoe, setting it down beside it's pair.

"I wuv you." He stuffed his face in your shoulder as soon as you were back to standing up right.

"I know you do baby," you grabbed his hand. "I wuv you too," you led him to the bedoom.

"Mhm, yeah you do." He sat at the foot of the bed, eyebrows pinched together.

"You ok bubba?"

"Gotta-" He brought his fist up to his lips.

"Oh ok, ok. I gotch you." You rushed over to his side, helping him get to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees as soon as he was close to the toilet, one hand on the sink, the other on the tub to keep himself steady. "I got you," you rubbed his back, and pushed his bangs out of his face.

"I love you," his voice echoed in the bowl.

"I love you too, I'm gonna get you some water ok?"

"Don't leave," his hand blindly found yours.

"I'm gonna be right back."

He grumbled to himself incoherently before flushing the toilet. "Fine," he let go of you. When you came back not even two minutes later, he was sitting with his legs spread out on the floor. His back was up against the bath tub, hand over his eyes yet again.

"I brought you joggers lovely," you uncapped the water.

"Thank you," his hand once again grabbed yours. You only hummed, straddling him so that you could give him the water. His hands slid under your shirt caressing the warm flesh there. "Take this off," he murmered.

"Katsuki-"

"Wanna give you mine dammit, don' want it."

"Ok," you lifted your arms up. He pulled the shirt over your head, undoing your bra as well. Taking one more sip of water he then pulled his shirt off, putting it over you. "Better?"

He hummed carefully lifting you off him so that he may stand. "Pants," he grumbled making grabbing motions.

"Can you do it on your own?" You eyes him, as you passed the joggers.

"Course I can," he unzipped his pants. "Can I do it on my own," he grumbled to himself. The blonde roughly pulled up his sweats, not even bothering with the strings. When he was done you pushed him against he counter so that you may brush his teeth. You babied him way too much, but it was his fault for letting you.

"Ok now you ready?"

He nodded, following behind you like a duckling. "One more sip," he was sitting on the bed again. You brought the bottle to his lips, tilting it as soon as they parted. When he was finished you placed the bottle on the night stand and he pulled you on top of him. "You owe me a reward," his voice was husky with exhaustion.

"I do," you hummed. You placed your hand flat on his chest, arching your back with the excuse of needing to reach his cheek. You kissed it lightly, eyelashes tickling his skin. "There's your reward, goodnight baby."

"Shitty woman," he grumbled to himself. "night."

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mommy k!nk #drunk #fluff #drunk shenanigans #domestic fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader

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aira-writes · 10 months

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Drunk Bakugou

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. Bakusquad

Genre: smau, college au, humor, chaos, crack

Warnings: THIS IS CHAOTIC, language, may contain errors

a/n: Had a really hard time making the convos and editing em but I really like the chaos i created mwahahaha. It has a total of 32 photos so i had to squeeze them all into a collage so i can upload them in one part. Hope you like this one.

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z-mizcellaneous-z · 1 year

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midoriya [drunk]: kacchan. you know how you're dating the most beautiful person ever? AKA me. bakugo: no, but go on. midoriya: earlier i ate a whole bag of glitter. bakugo: you wh-WHY?! midoriya: so that the inside of me will look as good as the outside. bakugo: midoriya: bakugo: we're going to the hospital. midoriya: midoriya: sounds good cause i think i'm dying.

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siflshonen · 1 year

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HAWKS DIDN’T WANT TO BE A HERO HE JUST WANTED TO BE LIKE HIS SURROGATE DAD OK? HIS STORY ISN’t SUPERCOOL SPY SHIT OR BREAKING THE SYSTEM IT’S ABOUT HIM WANTING TO BE A CERTAIN SOMEONE’S SPECIAL BOY AND HAVE A FAMILY AND LIVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE WHO LOVE HIM AND SEE HIM AND THAT HE LOVES. Oh to be the perfect imperfect son with a perfect imperfect family trying its best to go into the future just like he is… oh to have a little brother that is the “hero of the family”, oh to have a mother who is doing her best to really see her son and make amends with her kids instead of running away…

#takami Keigo #if I were the type to drink I think I’d just scream about different fictional characters to people #walk up so some pathetic looking drunk at a bar and be like you remind me of this guy I know #and then proceed do use whatever is happening in their life as an excuse to segue into talking about like #hawks #or #endeavor #or like #shoto or Dabi #or Bakugo because let’s be real #or Aizawa actually #heh heh #BNHA

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dekumidoriya16 · 2 years

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Todoroki: *drunk* Hey baby, come home with me tonight.

Deku: *drunk* I'd love to, but I'm engaged...

Todoroki: I am too, but my fiancé would forgive me because you're so sexy.

Deku: Fine, but only cuz you're hot.

Bakugo: Gay bitches, YOU'RE ENGAGED TO EACH OTHER

#my hero academia #mha #mha incorrect quotes #bnha #tododeku #drunk #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski

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thelustdevil · 1 year

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Toxic!Bakugo x Toxic!Reader drabble.

CW: swearing, mentioned/referenced physical violence (on both parties), I see them as a little tipsy or slightly drunk but that can be ignored.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” He stormed across the bedroom. His hand roughly fumbling with the knot in his tie. “You- you fucking punched her. In front of everyone!”

“She had her hands all over you! And the shit she was saying to you?” You were so angry, spit was flying. Shaky hands pull at the pins in your hair, letting it fall free.

“We were in the middle of a fucking gala. Did you really not think? How fucking stu-“ his massive frame turned towards you, arms crossed. Katsuki’s anger was almost as big as he was.

You lunged forward, knees at the edge of the bed. One gripped the sheets while the other pointed at him accusingly, “Don’t you dare finish that fucking statement”. Eyes wild you shook at him.

“Why the fuck not.” He snapped at you. Dark eyes glared back, brows drawn and angry.

“Because. Because Kats! It is no different then when you beat someone’s ass for looking at me weird” you mocked his gruff tone.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah sure, whatever you say”.

You yelled out, cursing him and this stupid connection you held. “Tell me I’m wrong”.

“We were… together then. Obviously.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues his staring contest. “We aren’t now”.

“Be fucking forreal”. Scoffing, you lean backwards. “You and I both know that only time we haven’t been together was before we fucking met Kats”.

A/N: this is technically part of a bigger work but I wanted to get this out cuz I really liked it. I’ve been listening to SZA and oof. I promise I’ll get y’all some fluff as a redemption.

#this is just toxic on both ends #i just wanted some drunk toxic love #I’ve been listening to sza #baka-tsuki n co (bnha)#katsuki bakugo mha #drabble #katsuki bakugo imagine #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo my hero academia

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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One day I’m going to write an Ochako character piece where she gets sick of standing in Deku’s shadow and breaks off their relationship in order to find herself - only for the media to begin constantly linking her to other Hero’s in the hopes of causing/unearthing drama.

She loses herself, succumbs to the idea that she’ll only ever be as good as the males she’s attached to and sinks…

It’s funny, she thinks, for someone who can control gravity - she sure does feel heavy.

#I want her to make a badly timed pass at Bakugo - The media have already labelled her a home wrecker;#she might as well prove them right at this point.#She’s drunk and sinking and obviously in pain; but Bakugo let’s her down gently…#There’s a rough sympathy in his voice when he says:#‘The fuck you playing at Cheeks? I’m taken. The fuck do you want me for?’#She hiccups; tears already beading her lashes: ‘You’re the number two.’#‘The fucks that got to do with anything? You’re in the top fucking ten.’#‘Doesn’t matter…’ She sighs. ‘Only matters who I’m fucking; doesn’t it.’#‘Who the fuck put that kinda idea in your head? You’re an incredible Hero in your own right; anyone who can’t see that is fucking stupid.’#She dissolved into tears then; blubbering about the media and womanhood and skin tight fucking suits…#By the time she’s done she’s dog tired and Bakugo swings her over his shoulders before taking her home -#- and tucking her into the bed in your spare room.#Of course you wake up when he slinks into bed; a hand scrubbing down his face as he relays the night.#‘It’s bullshit.’ He tells you. ‘She’s one of the strongest people I know.’#‘I know.’ You nod and take his hand. ‘I think she just needs a friend right now…’#She eats breakfast with you in the morning and apologises through mouthfuls of toast. You wave her off; ask if she’d like to get lunch -#you know a place. You say.#(There’s something here about women uplifting women and female bonds; but I’m too dumb to put it into words right now…#I just think she deserves more - as both a character and how she’s often treated within the fandom.#Idk. I love the women of MHA 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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slightly-hellish · 8 months

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I hate not being able to talk to people about my true love for certain fandoms, especially when I am drunk like I am currently, tried writing a chapter of my current fic and the amount of spelling errors is fuckin ridiculous, someone save me.

#boku no hero academia #reader insert #mha #bnha #bakugo x reader #mha x oc #bnha x oc #fuck i’m not ok

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siopaofrog · 2 years

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Just Drunk? || Bakugou x Fem!Reader

warnings: alcohol use, smut, semi-public, 18+

“Whatever,” you said, downing a fourth shot. “You only care about the photos, anyway.”

Bakugou glanced at you, squinting. “How much of an idiot are you?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? Mr. Pro Hero?” You poked your finger into his shoulder. “Looking good is all you care about. For the public eye, for all the fans. Just say it already. You won’t be hurting my—”

“(y/n).”

Hearing him say your first name shook you to the core. It had always been “(l/n)” or “idiot” or “dumbass” in brusque Bakugou fashion.

Although he hired you as his personal photographer, you passed sneaky glances at each other—always snapping back to professional protocol. The attraction became clear after your first few sessions together. Having the camera pressed up to your eye, admiring his sculpted form, his wildly kinetic grin—even his all-bark attitude—it was hard not to like the guy.

You stared at him now. His flaming eyes glanced at your lips—a brief moment—before snapping up to meet your gaze.

“What?” you asked coyly.

He turned away, clipping the tension between you two. He downed his fourth shot, one swift motion that left him swaying slightly. Not quite drunk.

But you were drunk. Real drunk.

You didn’t intend for this to happen. It was a long day of hero work, and he’d dragged you along to snap photos of him doing God knows what, blowing up shit and posing in his new hero gear. Strangely enough, later that day, Bakugou had the urge to dress up and grab drinks at a fancy bar—rounds were on him, he said—and so, boom, here you were. Unfortunately, you were a lightweight, and the blond himself appeared to be, too.

He downed another shot, a little too quickly. He then slapped it on the counter, hiccuping as he rubbed the glass between his fingertips.

Was he… nervous?

“(y/n),” he started, your name slurring slightly on his tongue. “You’re really fuckin’ dumb if you think I only come to you for your slightly-above-average photography skills.”

You took the compliment.

“Then what do you come for, Katsuki?”

First name basis? you hoped. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he had this sly smirk on his face, the real crooked kind that made him look both hot and stupid at the same time. His tie had come undone, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. God damn.

He blinked down at you in that red dress, his eyes savoring you. For once it seemed he was at a loss for words. Brashly, he tsked and found his bearings.

“I would ask you the same. Clearly I don’t pay you enough.”

“I asked you first,” you said, elbows on the counter. You leaned a little too close to him.

“You’re an idiot.”

He didn’t bother moving—in fact, his shoulder bumped into yours.

“You’re the idiot for hiring me.”

You couldn’t take it. Bakugou was so close you could smell him—the cinnamon-anise mixture, his hot breath tinged with alcohol. He kept glancing at your lips, leaning unsteadily.

And all at once you snatched his loose tie and dragged him down, his hands flying to your waist—a clash of lips against lips, tongue against tongue, teeth on teeth—your heart set ablaze, something between you both so bright and blurry and fucking amazing.

Bakugou squeezed the small of your back, sliding his hand down your ass and pressing into you. You couldn’t help but groan softly at his touch.

You pulled away after a good minute, staring intently at each other. You still had his tie in your grasp. Slowly, you let go.

“I think you answered your own question,” he said, voice husky and soft. He called another round of shots, then tipped one to his lips.

You did the same. You grinned, but suddenly faltered as you asked, “Are—are we just drunk?”

Bakugou brought his face down again, brushing his lips across yours. Teasing you. Making you wait.

“Are we just drunk?”

You answered him with a kiss. You pressed into him, tugging gently on his tie to bring him closer. “I definitely am. But this doesn’t change my feelings.” You paused. “Does it change yours?”

He hiccuped, and for the first time you noticed just how red his face was. He grinned toothily. “Hang on—me? Drunk? Fuck that. Fuck your photos. Also, can I fuck you?”

Your cheeks were on fire. “You are fucking drunk.”

Bakugou laughed this slow, slurred laugh. You’d never heard or seen him like this. It was strangely adorable.

“Whatever.” He kissed you this time. Softly. Lingering a mere inch from your lips, he said, “But to answer your question—no. It doesn’t change how I feel at all, (y/n).”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

You leaned on each other, laughing stupidly as you called a cab. The driver glanced up awkwardly at the rear view. You were all over each other in the backseat, Bakugou tugging your hips into his, your hands in his hair. Your minds swirled in a dizzying haze—but fuck it—you wanted each other. Bad.

“My place,” he spluttered out between fervent kisses.

You nodded emphatically.

Even as you both nearly fell out of the cab, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making your way through the apartment building, halfway into the elevator he pressed you up against the wall and ground his hips into you, moaning gruffly into your ear.

“You like that baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your cheek mashed into the elevator mirror. In it, you could see yourselves—Bakugou rubbing crudely against you, your helpless, lolling expression.

“Yeah? Yeah?”

You nodded as he gripped your ass and bit your earlobe.

“That’s right, that’s my girl.”

The elevator pinged, and you took that opportunity to press off and clutch him by his shirt collar, pushing him out into the hall until his heels hit the wall.

“How do you like that?” you teased, already reaching for his belt buckle.

“Dumbass,” he hissed, and bent down and kissed your neck, sucking, murmuring your name against your skin. “Let me… get my keys…”

“I got ‘em,” you whispered, but instead ripped his belt off and started unbuttoning his slacks.

“Ah—ah—stop stroking, idiot…” Bakugou grunted, refusing to let out the beautiful moans you knew he had in him.

“What’s the magic word?” you insisted slyly.

He shook his head. “Fuck off.”

“Not even close, baby.”

He grunted again and finally managed to yank out his keys, now shoving you roughly into the opposite wall. He chuckled darkly. “You thought you had me, hah?”

He was able to wriggle his front door open and you both burst in, a hot, drunk mess of hands and eager hips. Bakugou tugged your dress up and rammed you against his door. He lifted you and ordered you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did as you were told, your lips crashing into his.

“Fuck me good,” you said, smirking.

“With pleasure.”

Hands wrapped securely about you, your thighs squeezing his waist, he moved his pelvis up against you and the door.

“Ah—yeah, yeah baby, you’re so good,” he murmured, placing kisses all along your chest and collarbone as he kept his stride against you.

“Oh, Katsuki…”

You couldn’t help but moan his first name. It felt so right on your lips. He felt so right inside you. Together, you were meant to be here, right here, in this exact moment.

You bit your nails into his back, clawing at the fabric of his dress shirt.

Pumping his hips into you—you grinding back, pressing tight—closer, closer—

Your voices rang in unison. Breath hitching, chests heaving, he slackened his grip on you. You chuckled softly at each other as he brought you to his bedroom. Gently, he set you down on the bed and pecked your forehead. He trailed kisses down your face, until he met each corner of your lips with his own.

“You alright, (y/n)?” He crawled over you, hands on either side of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed, and kissed him ardently. “Better than alright.”

You started for his shirt, slipping each button free to trace your hands along his bare chest and pecs. He unhooked your bra. Together, you undressed each other and clambered into his sheets.

“Hey,” you whispered. “I gotta tell you something.”

He smirked, running a hand down your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You flipped him over, now straddling him, grating roughly into his crotch.

“Oh, fuck! Ah—”

Your hands clamped his wrists, sliding them up over his head. Instinctively, his fingertips sparked faintly, but he gripped his hands into fists to stop himself from blowing up the damned place.

“You d-dumbass…”

You loved hearing that waver in his voice, the desperation.

“Play nice,” you breathed into his ear. “Or else.”

“Or—or else what?” he whimpered.

You kissed him sweetly.

“Or there’s no round two, Katsuki.”

#boku no hero academia #fanfiction #fanfic #bakugo katuski #bakugou #mha smut #drunk love #my hero acedamia #bakugou x reader #drunk bakugou

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