#katsuki dropped a bomb on me

[crybaby-bkg]

You’re laying on top of Bakugou as the night passes on. It’s late, too late, past his old man bedtime, but Bakugou stays with you. Holds you tight on top of him, warm hands caressing your sides, mouth pecking at your hairline whenever you laugh at whatever’s on tv. It’s a peaceful moment, domestic and soft, and he’s willing to silently admit that he never wants it to end. But of course, you disturb the silence.

“How come we’ve never talked about having kids? Or marriage?” You ask him, cheek smushed against his own as you both watch the colorful images flash by on tv. He arched a blond brow though, breath caught in his throat. How could you drop a bomb like that so casually? Talk about these kinds of things that have been known to cause arguments and force breakups within other’s relationships? He has to realize though, that you’re not others.

“What about it?” Bakugou grunts, softly pulling you away by your nape so that he can look at you. The colors from the screen paint your face pretty, your soft downturned smile, the cheekiness in your eyes, the way your pointer finger traces the hard contours of his face. He thinks that if you asked him to set the world aflame, he’d do it without question.

“Do you want marriage? Kids? Would you ever want to live a domestic life with me, Katsuki?” You whisper, cupping his cheek to bring him into a kiss. He hums against your lips, thinking, stealing a few more kisses before he answers.

“I’ve wanted marriage since the day I met you.” He replies honestly, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hips. You snort though, smiling, as you briefly hide your face in his neck.

“God, you’re so fucking obsessed with me.” You snicker, chortling loudly though when he can’t help but run his fingers over your more ticklish areas. He relents when you concede though, and you pull back to look at him again.

“I’ve wanted kids since I could remember. Maybe I pictured a little girl with blond hair and red eyes once or twice, though.” You grin with a roll of your eyes and a shrug. Bakugou watches you though, thinks about the stereotypical picket white fence, the big rock on your finger, a couple brats and maybe even a pet running around your front yard. He realizes he likes the image, the domesticity of it, and nods to himself as he brings you in for another kiss.

“How about I get you both? A nice ring and our own little demon spawn. How’s that sound?” Bakugou asks against your lips, pulling back to watch you frown and bat softly at his chest.

“Katsuki, don’t call our unborn baby that!” You pout, letting him pull you back in for another sweet kiss.

“Whattt? With me as their father, I’m sure they’ll be little evil shits.”

“With you as their father, I’m sure they’ll be amazingly talented, beautiful, kind hearted children. The best we could ask for.” You interject, pecking him with every compliment before tacking on, “I also play a part in their best-ness, if that wasn’t clear.”

Katsuki laughs at that, full hearted and loud, his Adam’s apple bobbing from the booming sound. It warms you, as you laugh with him and rub softly at his chest. You both fall into silence as you stare at each other, smiling like two idiots, both unknowing about the ring that sits in his pockets and the baby that rests in your belly.

#I thot about this months ago and never wrote it #I’m now ready to expel it from my brain #I hope u all are as obsessed w domesticity w bkg as I am #okay gn 🏃‍♀️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #dad bkg

[lightseoul]

this with hawks or katsuki 😭🗣https://youtube.com/shorts/nAARZhCZydk?feature=share

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a/n. OKAY first of all, i apologize for taking so long to respond to this ask! second of all, i modified the prompt from it being a childhood friends to lovers trope to an au where reader is bakugou's long-term sidekick of two years, just so that we won't diverge too much from canon! (part 2)

word count. 1.4k

"hey, dumbass."

you look up from the mission report you've been sticking your nose in for the past half hour. "i thought i told you to stop calling me that."

at that, he smirks. "you'd rather i call you 'extra'?"

"i'd prefer it if you called me by my hero name, Mr. Dynamight."

his eyebrow twitches at the sound of his moniker. "i thought i told you to stop calling me 'mister'."

you shrug. if he's playing the game, you will too.

"well," you cock your head to the side, "tough luck, huh?"

you drop your gaze back to the document before you can catch the infamous scowl that is indubitably directed at you. not that you're actually comprehending anything, though.

lately, being around the pro-hero has made it almost impossible to focus on your work.

which is stupid, because he's your boss and your his sidekick. focused, flawless teamwork is supposed to be the point.

what's more, the physical sensations are getting dangerously near the what-you-would-exprience-if-you-were-smitten area: sweaty palms, racing heartbeat, and your eyes darting towards wherever he is in a room.

or...you could just be scared of him, right? if there's anyone who can trigger your fight-or-flight mode, it's bakugou katsuki.

"you're lucky your my sidekick," he sneers.

you dare not look at him. you can almost feel him sporting that boyish smirk, and you know your heart can't take that.

what the fuck.

"hey, extra."

you look over your shoulder only to see bakugou decked in his hero gear, covered in dirt and grime from the day's work—eyebrows furrowed. you ignore him, directing your attention back to the front, where you're walking towards.

but he pipes up with: "i'm talking to you!"

you scoff. spinning on your feet to face him, you shoot him a glare. "would it really kill you to just call me by my hero name? heck, i'd even let you call me by my first name!"

at that, bakugou's eyebrows shoot up so minutely. "you serious?"

"does it look like i'm joking?" you ask, exasperated.

a few seconds pass before he responds.

"well, then," he shifts on his feet like he usually does. "i guess i'll call you Y/N."

your stomach flips at the sound of your name tumbling from his lips. you mentally chastise yourself before saying: "okay."

"great."

you're staring at your ceiling; the clock reads 2:34 AM.

with a huff, you turn to your side, feeling awake now more than ever.

the past week has been grueling—on top of the back-to-back missions that you had to work on with bakugou as his sole sidekick (he refuses to add another one, says the candidates are all just extras), you had to deal with these confusing feelings, which, no matter how much you try to extinguish them, will not go away.

it's affecting your performance now, too. one particular stealth mission forced proximity between the two of you, and you almost blew it with how you freaked out at having bakugou only a few inches away.

luckily, bakugou didn't say anything about it.

but a part of you—the part that's struggling so much because of him—wishes he did.

you're in his office when you decide to drop the bomb.

"the fuck is this?" he gestures to the document in front of him.

you steel yourself. it's now or never.

"it's my resignation letter," you say as calmly as you can.

a whirlwind of emotions dances across his features, before it turns into an all-too-familiar scowl. "what?"

"i'm resigning," you repeat.

"i heard you," he spits, "i just couldn't believe such ludicrousness can come from your mouth."

at that, you can't help but scoff. "even until my last day here you're still trying to pick a fight with me?"

"who said i'm trying to pick a fight?" he counters.

"i am!" you exclaim.

you contemplate whether or not to tell him he's been doing so ever since your first mission together, ultimately deciding against it. the last thing you need is to add anger to the long list of emotions you feel around your boss.

adoration and longing are already a huge pain in the ass.

"look," you lower your voice in an attempt to be civil. "i signed a contract which says i have the right to terminate my employment anytime, provided that i give you a heads up and a proper resignation letter."

you point to the document in front of you, "well, here it is."

before bakugou can even get a word in, you spin on your heel and march towards his office's exit.

your phone is ringing.

you hit pause on the Netflix show that you're currently binging before lifting your phone to your ear. "hello?"

"hey, Y/N?"

"that's me."

"oh hey!" the man on the other side of the line says again. "this is kirishima."

kirishima as in red riot kirishima? "hi," you parrot back lamely. "what's up?"

"i know this is a tall order," he starts, "but would it be possible for you to pick bakugou up? he's super drunk and asking for you."

your breath hitches. you must be hearing things yet you can't refrain yourself from prodding. "asking for me?"

"yeah. we have denki as our designated driver but bakugou refuses to go with him. he just keeps mumbling your name."

"you can drive, right?" he asks when you don't say anything.

"um, yes." you say, unsure if admitting it is the right decision.

"then please pick your ex-boss up," kirishima pleads, "he's refusing to go with anyone but you."

kaminari and kirishima are the ones that haul bakugou up to the passenger seat when you arrive nine minutes later. sure enough, bakugou, who's dressed to the 9s that it's fucking ridiculous how good he still looks, reeks of alcohol.

once they got him situated and secured in his seat belt, they circle the front of your car and knock on your window, which you promptly open.

kirishima's sheepish when he says, "we owe you one, bro."

"yeah," kaminari adds, "sorry for calling you up this late."

you smile at their genuineness, "it's no problem. i guess i can do him one favor after resigning so abruptly."

"why did you resign?" kaminari asks almost immediately.

"dude," kirishima chastises the man. bakugou remains passed out beside you.

"sorry," kaminari rubs the back of neck. "it's just that you guys were such a good team together."

"yeah," kirishima joins in. "we used to say you were the key to him becoming number one. you guys were that good together."

despite yourself, your face flames at his words. "yeah, well..."

"we understand if you don't want to talk about it, though," kirishima says.

"we're just a bit bummed out that you parted ways," kaminari adds. "he liked you a lot."

that earns him a slap on the arm and a pointed look from kirishima.

your heart is now thrumming at a ridiculously fast pace.

"well, we better go," you change the topic.

"of course! sorry for keeping you," kirishima says before proceeding. "oh, and here's his address."

turns out bakugou is heaver than he looks.

you're standing outside the car thinking about how to haul him up to his unit alone—with the passenger door wide open—when he stirs awake.

almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace.

"bakugou?" you try, voice small.

his eyes dart open when he realizes he doesn't know where he is. he looks panicked as he looks around, until he spots you and visibly stills.

"Y/N."

your stomach flips—again—the second he utters your name. "i'm here."

"where am i?" he asks groggily.

you glance toward the building behind you. "we're at your place."

it takes him a moment to register what you just said, brain probably still foggy from the alcohol.

"can you stand?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

he shakes his head. "i don't want to go yet."

"but you're drunk," you reason. "you have to sleep it off."

bakugou doesn't say anything in response. he merely studies your face—or is trying his best while drunk—and you find yourself hoping he can't feel the warmth emanating from your face.

but when he does say something, it knocks you off your feet and pulls all the air out of you.

"i want to kiss you right now."

tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik

as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ˖⁺‧₊

#“real sweet but i wish you were sober”!!!!!!! #sorry was this take on the tiktok okay #lmao it was fun to write tho!! #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst

[bakubunny]

a/n: some comfort fluff for all my babes who struggle with existing because their bodies and brains are sometimes broken.

tags: pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader, disabled!reader, neurological disorders, muscle spasms, speech problems, anxiety, cuddling, pet names, l-bomb, soft!bakugou, hurt/comfort i guess??

“hey, princess,” katsuki said as he walked in the front door. he glanced and saw you curled up on the livingroom couch, the volume on the television low.

you didn’t respond. everything was hazy and hard to process. your body was too heavy. words wouldn’t form. katsuki was home; you heard him. you were scared. and that’s all your mind could hold.

“babe?” he took off his boots.

you groaned quietly. he looked back over to you and watched your eyes roll.

“shit,” katsuki muttered. he quickly dropped the rest of his gear at the door and knelt in front of you, running a hand over your head. “hey, baby, ‘m right here.”

you could smell him now - a mixture of fire, burnt sugar, and sweat - and it was soothing. with eyes shut, your brows drew together slowly as he waited for a response; your speech was almost unintelligible. "i-i'mm... o-kay."

his lips tightened. "bullshit. how long have you been like this, hmm?"

"i... don' know.... a w-while," you said.

fucking great. knowing you, that could mean anything.

"why didn't you call me?" he asked. before the words left his lips, he knew why you didn't call. he was on patrol. it was a saturday. you were safe at home. but he still told you to call when it got bad just so he could hear your voice and know you were okay.

"'m ffine, k-kats," you replied. as if to prove his point that you weren't, a muscle spasm ripped through your body.

"baby...." katsuki sighed.

you could hear the pain in his voice.

once it passed, he kissed you on the head. "did ya get your meds yet, hun?"

you shook your head no. with a disgruntled sigh and another kiss, he left and returned. shortly after, he lifted you from the couch into his arms despite your objections.

"p-put me d-down.... you st-stink," you said as your head lolled into his chest.

katsuki grinned a little as he carried you to the bedroom. "tch. you love it."

he was right and you both knew it. some might have thought it odd, but to you, katsuki coming home after a long day at work was a scent you'd never tire of. he laid you down in bed and squeezed your hand before stepping away.

you groaned and reached for his hand. "don' leave me."

"lemme get my costume off, sweets. 'm right here," he said with a little laugh.

now you were the one grumbling rather than him, waiting for his touch to return. once he was more comfortable in a cutoff shirt and soft shorts, katsuki climbed under the covers with you.

“y’ gonna st-stink up… the b-bed,” you complain.

“i can change the sheets. quit your whinin’ and lemme hold you,” his tone was irritated, but worry returned to his face as another muscle spasm rolled in and you panicked.

“k-kats…”

he pulled you into his arms and held you close, running a hand over your head.

“it’s okay. i’m here. you’re okay. i love you,” he said softly.

“‘m scared,” you said as you clung to him, tears welling in your eyes.

“i know, princess. ‘s gonna be over soon, promise.” his grip tightened around you. “i love you. i love you so much.”

words failed you again as tears fell. katsuki’s soft voice filled your head.

“i love you, baby…. i love you. i love you. i love you….”

#it’s me #i’m babes #not expecting anyone to relate but if you do i’m sending you love #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #millennialmagicalgirl #bnha smut #mha smut #x reader #fem!reader #bakugou x reader #bnha comfort #bakugou comfort #comfort fluff #neurological disorders #aged up characters #disabled!reader

[shinsoup]

play nice

☆ summary ☆ bakugo needs help working on his anger. good thing his girlfriend is there.

☆ warnings ☆ cursing, sexual innuendos, slight nsfw

☆ word count ☆ 532

bakugo was always known for being loud and aggressive, screaming at anything and everything that stood in his face.

shocker.

shocker.

but you—his beautiful, sweet, nice to everyone girlfriend—he could never raise his voice at you.

“how did everyone do on the exam?” izuku asks, shoving a pile of noodles into his mouth as ochako went to speak—quickly caught off by your boyfriend.

“you probably bombed it, shitty hair” he sneered, causing ochako to send him a glare.

“watch it, round cheeks.”

you lightly slapped bakugo on the chest, causing his arm that was resting over your shoulder to tense up.

“stop it, kats” you whispered softly, adding a “you’re not being nice.”

he grumbled something under his breath before leaning back in his chair, his arm dropping from your shoulder to cross over his chest.

“m’sorry,” he mumbled, not to the others but to you.

“did bakugo actually apologize?!” eijiro gasped dramatically, causing deku to snicker, only fueling your boyfriend more.

“shut the fuck up before i blast your ass!”

“katsuki!” you scolded, his mean demeanor fading as a groan left his lips.

“whatever.”

lunch finished up a few minutes later, everyone saying their goodbyes before heading off.

you were about to exit the cafeteria but were stopped when you felt a large hand grip your wrist, pulling you to the side and spinning you around.

“katsuki bakugo!” you scolded, hitting your boyfriend across the chest as a smile decorated his perfect face.

“i just missed you” he frowned, leaning in closer as you took in his scent, “can i not miss my girlfriend?”

“we just had lunch not even thirty seconds ago,” you laughed, katsuki smiling at hearing your laughter he loves so much.

“speaking of lunch…” he trailed off, his hand leaving your wrist to let his fingers dance up your side.

“you were hot in there.”

your eyebrows furrowed together as you let another laugh leave your lips.

“what? me yelling at you?”

he shrugged in response, his fingers resting on top of your tank top, playing with the thin strap making you blush.

“you know what’s even hotter?” you asked, his eyebrow lifting as he waited for you to continue.

“you being nice to the others.”

he let out a scoff, letting his hand drop as he threw his head back.

“now you’re just cock blocking me.”

“katsuki i’m not joking,” you scolded, grabbing his chin between your fingers and forcing him to look at you.

the height difference was really showing, katsuki craning his neck to look down at you as you stood on your tip toes.

“be good, for me?” you asked, your smooth and quiet voice making the blood rush to his already semi hard cock.

“fuck, well when you ask like that,” he groans, going to capture your lips in a kiss but you were quick to step back.

“nuh uh, show me progress and you’ll get rewarded.”

he knitted his eyebrows together before scoffing, his mouth agap as he waited for you to snap out of it.

but you didn’t.

“so let me get this straight, i tolerate them…and get a kiss in return?”

you gave him a sweet smile before letting your finger drag along his chest.

“you’ll get much more than that.”

#bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #my hero academia #katsukibakugou #katsuki x you #bakugo x you #bakugo imagine #bakugo fic #bakugo fanfic

[yandere-toons]

IN MY DEFENCE

Bakugou Katsuki – Platonic Scenario

WARNING: yandere, strong and bloody violence, guns, swearing throughout, morally ambiguous reader, toxic mindset.

WORD COUNT: 4.195

"Does he even want us on this mission?"

From out the darkness overhanging an awning slunk a blending of scales and skin. A man below the neck; a viper above; a triangular skull bisected by diamond-shaped eyes; a forked tongue undulating and licking; a rounded crest mottled and flared—nature's grotesque experiments had found a new beast to assemble.

He wound a coil of tongue around lead, colouring it morbid yellow, before stuffing it into the top of a magazine and locking it in place. A ring of light spiralled off the barrel as he took aim, the oblong proportions of his head forcing his neck to twist hard.

A lone bullet whistled low before the crack alerted Katsuki; and you collapsed at almost the same instant to one knee, and thence to the road.

Kirishima dove to catch your head before it split on the asphalt, and the skin on his arms metamorphosed into flesh-coloured rock. He hunkered down close against you, his back to the noise, his body crumbling to grit, then growing back stonier by the second.

A fever of resentment cooked inside Katsuki as though he'd been fed hot charcoal fresh out of a furnace. "What the hell did you do?" his voice rose ten decibels with each syllable, and the skin on his cheeks turned purple as he bellowed out a heap of breath on the last word.

Many a young heart cried out in fear at the depth of his rage, which flowed without ceasing, as foam at the mouth of a rabid dog.

Katsuki charged the villain faster than he could blink, arms outstretched to the point of aching, palms up to reveal the flex of his hands. There ignited the essence of a bomb, the biological incarnation of a lit match, of flint against steel, glistening and accumulating sweat in obeisance to him.

A thunderous roar and hiss on par with artillery fire wrested peace from every eardrum in the district. The maw of this inferno drank up the earth's light, engulfing it in a near infinite storm of colour. The sun returned swiftly, but the spectre of the bomb danced still in the eyes of each observer, clawing out bursts of black and white that fuzzed round the edges like sparking wires.

You shooed away the hand of another and hovered your own above the gaping wound. There arose the song of metal bending, and the bullet levitated from where it had lodged in your femur. The sudden collision with bone shattered the bullet into tiny, gore-drenched chunks.

Kaminari went rigid as a drop of blood snaked along the bullet, bloated at one end and splattered down. He reeled towards Kirishima, his hands spread wide, grasping at the air. "Can't you do it? Your Quirk makes you way better at this kind of thing than me!"

A few metres away, an explosion devastated the road, and a golden glow of embers flashed across Kirishima's serrated teeth. "Listen to me, you gotta man up!" his expression hardened by the sobering reality of the battlefield, but his voice remained clear and true: the sound of encouragement passed from friend to friend. "I've only got two hands, so I need you to pick up the slack!"

Gulping his last protest, Kaminari crossed his hands over the wound and steeled himself against the slippery flow of blood. "Bakugou's gonna kill me." His chest heaved with a breath so deep he seemed keen to disappear underwater, and he dove into the mess of blood gushing from your thigh.

Kirishima listened to the string of obscenities running amok, some he'd heard before, others mixed in with profanities he'd never imagined in his darkest days. "I think he's a little distracted."

Blood spurted from the wound, bubbling over his fingers, lapping at them with a warm tongue, and Kaminari struggled to keep down the lump in his throat. "Gross," he whined, scrunching his face to the brim with wrinkles. "I so wish I had gloves right now." Kaminari glanced wistfully at Katsuki, whose hands lay shielded in puffs of cloth.

The laughter of the nearly departed wheezed out from under your haggard breathing. "I'll remember that when you take a bullet."

As the pallid white waves swept across his cheeks, Kaminari pronked with a start, his mind's eye now teeming with grisly visions. He let out a weak laugh, almost choked with comic horror, and hoped the levity would ease your pain a little. Every hinge of his smile begged to collapse, but Kaminari forced his muscles to hold it together until you once again propped your neck against Kirishima's arm.

With a flick of your hand, the bullet reversed its course and sliced clean through the wasted left ear of he who had fired it.

A drizzle of red encircled the road beneath his feet as the villain wrenched wide his mouth, hissing, teetering towards escape.

Before Katsuki could bound forth and give chase, Kaminari leapt in front of him and pressed both hands to his chest. His whole body spasmed at that moment, and Katsuki jumped back, his fists twitching. He swallowed down the urge to knock Kaminari out of his way, wrenching a shred of control from what burned through his entrails.

"Dude, we got him! He's totally on the run!" Kaminari laughed goodhumouredly. A glob of blood hopped from his palm, smearing his fingerprints on Katsuki's costume, but as Katsuki fidgeted, the shape mangled into confusing streaks.

Shame churned in his stomach as Katsuki watched the blood fall and answered for himself who had spilt it.

A whisper laden with groans drew his attention over his shoulder, where you had wormed your way into the fetal position. Kirishima knelt at your side and took your hands in his own, sweat trickling down his face. "Squeeze as hard as you can, buddy, you know I can take it!"

"I'm not done yet," muttered Katsuki, dazed by the state of the mission and your deteriorating health, his eyes fixed on the retreating figure's battered form. He seized Kaminari by the back of his jacket and flung him to the pavement. "Until I blow his fucking head off!"

Kaminari braced, rolling until his elbows pressed against his chest and his screams of terror faded into the air. He winced at the scrapes on his hands as he slammed his palms down and lurched to a stop on his belly, the shock propelling a jolt across his spine as he reached out for Katsuki.

The path forward, now unobstructed, promised the sweetest opportunity to crush and dominate his enemy, and it thrilled Katsuki; the ambition to inflict upon this villain a pain like none had suffered before, or indeed ever would again, rampaged ahead of all other desires.

His pulse throbbed in every limb, threatening to burst from his neck, and the details of the world round him warped in and out of focus. Hearing nothing but his own breath and heart, he threw his arms back, splayed his fingers, and bent his knees.

Blast after blast sent Katsuki sprawling into the street, each one picking up speed and hurtling him closer to the villain. Smoke and flames streaked across the Musutafu skyline, obscuring that entire part of the world, the black of the smoke and the red of the flames as intense as a sunrise after a moonless night.

The villain had fled into an office building, the door riven and clashed shut, pinned with a chair. He walked backwards into a cubicle, counting the seconds, pistol trained on anything that broke through the barricade. Yet putting his other hand on the grip to steady the first hand seemed too great an effort;—sweat beaded on his palms, turning his limbs to mush.

Katsuki wove in the air with the tenacity of a guided missile, landing with such force that steam billowed everywhere. He pulled himself up to his full height, rolled his shoulders, and cracked his neck back and forth over one shoulder. But first, he thrust a laugh between his teeth, then heaved in another breath and took aim.

Bricks and mortar flew into every corner of the office on wings of smoke, one smashing into the villain's face. The trauma ripped the pistol from his hand the instant after his index finger clenched the trigger on impulse. With a scuff of his shoes on the concrete, he tumbled backwards, his skull caroming off the floor.

The muzzle blast revealed the dark spread rushing down his chin, the numbness of his dislocated jaw, and the silhouette rising from the edge of the rubble in the distance. In the darkness of the ruins, everything touched by sunlight appeared fulgent and blurred.

The demoniacal passion that beat in the throat of anyone bold enough to summon it drove Katsuki's voice to the brink of distortion. "Come out and fight me!" every remaining window in the building cracked at the sound of his challenge.

Katsuki stuck his boot atop the heap of rubble nearest to the entrance and listened, controlling every breath and holding every upset. Amidst the rustling of dust, the injured man's grunting stirred the blood in his veins, and Katsuki let out a yell and leapt towards the source, releasing every bestial urge he possessed.

Two explosions, one from each hand, propelled him higher, reaching their apogee above the murmurs of pain. There, Katsuki swung his arms overhead, blasting the ceiling with precision, setting it ablaze, and plunged downwards with his legs outstretched, poised to stomp the life from the voice. Instead of the crunch of bones under overwhelming pressure, he heard the sound of splinters.

The concrete fissured beneath his feet and a shockwave went up in a puff of smoke, followed by a faint scream from ten paces away. Katsuki lifted his head to see the outline of the villain, who shuddered before him and scrambled in the opposite direction. Periodic whimpers and curses escaped from the gap between his fingers, and each time Katsuki seemed to take pride in this weakness.

Every few seconds, his hand snapped with a crackle of sparks. A mist of light draped in ribbons across his face, the glint of burning orange shining more clearly than ever against the sea of black. At that moment, his canines shone prominently, baring and grinding his teeth until his mouth vibrated with menace.

The villain looked into the abyss of smoke, and in the eyes that looked back, there was no reflection of the hero, only the light of a mind that shrieked with primal hatred and fed on vile fantasies. The same red colour that poured from his nostrils floated in the darkness, shadowing him.

Katsuki swung his arm, puncturing the column of smoke and drawing it back as a curtain. The longer he beheld the villain, the more veins bumped along his temples and muscles bulged like sinewy ropes in his neck. There came the sound of an old record scratching and a firecracker popping, flanked by a flash of light on either side of Katsuki.

As soon as the villain staggered away, a gloved hand struck him in the chest; that horrible moment of death pierced him and the inescapable realisation that he was seeing his own through the eyes of another.

The force of the blast doubled in intensity, pain and heat flooding through his body like a grenade, splintering his sternum and filling his ribcage with shrapnel. A crater opened up in the wall behind him as concrete slammed against his spine, and his feet lifted high enough to never again touch the ground.

Through the din, the hero roared in a trance of vengeance, his voice growing more and more animalistic. Katsuki reached for the villain's heart, his arms tremulous, barely able to catch his breath. He struck with all the strength of his body, his eyes bloodshot from the smoke that sucked the air from his lungs.

From the inside of his gauntlet protruded a metal pin;—as he bent his finger to hook it, an instantaneous surge of rage shot through him. When he loosed the pin, a single word, "Die," burst forth, a word that packed a lifetime of contempt and rancour.

A swirl of the most vivid reds and oranges, hot and unquenchable as the core of a forest fire, tasted the air through the tubes of his gauntlets and soared infernal. An explosion more powerful than the loudest clap of thunder rang out, and everything opposite Katsuki burst into embers and spatter.

A whirlwind of flame and smoke pushed the unburnt pieces of concrete into darkness. Thick soot and ash blackened each window, and with a loud crash, shards of glass rained down into the street. The hiss and echo of shrapnel cascaded through the air, flying on the wind, before the explosion waned to a booming rumble.

Sizzling steam wafted through the air, exhaling the sticky fumes of sweat and blood. The hard soles of his combat boots thudded against fissures in the pavement. Smoke arose from his slick forehead, stinking at the hero as he stalked through the clouds of dust, and the threads of his costume stretched as his chest grew heavier.

These huffs and puffs fell short of his eyes, which glowered at all before them. The wildness that had possessed him withered to its usual ache once the sun gilded his face. With each step more driven than the last, the gloom of the wreckage and those whom it buried slipped further and further from his mind.

Katsuki hovered as close as he could without stepping on you. Dollops of blood dripped from the spikes of his hair and stood vibrant against the black of his costume.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima scanned the street in the vain hope that he would find the villain handcuffed, not reduced to the meat paste one wiped from their shoe. "Where's the villain?"

The muscles in Katsuki's face contracted, as did the muscles in his fingers, which curled inwards to throttle even the memory of the villain. For a moment, a sour calm passed over him, and the twitching in his cheeks subsided. "I blew his ass to pieces."

"Serves him right." You spat out a glob of blood and phlegm onto the asphalt.

A swell of pride drew from Katsuki a chuckle both brief and spirited, for his eyes lit up as the glow of his brightest explosion. The primordial anger that boiled within him gave way to the triumph and bloodlust espoused only by those who relished the battlefield.

Kirishima, whence he sat with hands clasped about your own, slackened them and recoiled a tad, his face blanching and on the verge of contortion. "What? But we can't just..." he bit his tongue as Katsuki swooped down on him.

"We made a judgement call, shitty hair!" He swung his arm wide. "So back the hell off!"

Another wheezing gasp escaped you, but it shrank to a torn, guttural pant as the moribund life inside failed to regain its strength.

As the short distance from the pavement drew his eye back and forth, back and forth, Kaminari eased his hands about your underarms and hauled you up to his chest. The first step to the pavement shot through your body a convulsion of spitting, flailing, and snorting. Froth and drool gelled in your mouth, and blood emptied from your nose into your throat.

The instant Kaminari dropped you and flinched back, wincing at his own carelessness, the skin on his arm erupted with invisible flame and rocketed closer. The centre of his face seemed to cave in on impact, spewing viscous strings of snot in blood and saliva in tears.

Katsuki struck him hard on the wrist, and Kaminari fell over backwards, cracking his nose with his own hand.

"Dumbass!" thundering footfalls commanded his attention, snarling out a venom that would give even the fiercest of beasts pause. "What the hell are you doing?" Kaminari shivered at his reflection, for in the same eyes that brooded over him, there lay a familiar glaze of fear.

With one hand clamped over his nose to stymie the flow of blood, Kaminari squinted through tears. He pulled his knees close and curled into a ball, his side to Katsuki. Despite the congestion in his throat, which Kaminari fought down to the best of his ability, he looked Katsuki squarely in the face.

"We have to move them! We can't just leave them in the street!"

A howl of an outburst so rancid it transcended words, a drive to demolish anything that moved, poured out of Katsuki between teeth squeezed so tight his jaw cried for relief. Nightmarish tension warped the muscles of his face, and he pivoted away from Kaminari, intent on checking your condition.

"Shut up and let me think for a minute!"

You had fallen into silence, the fatigue taking over, the road seeming fused to your skin, the agony so sharp your heart thrashed and stole the light from your vision.

"Go for Recovery Girl! Tell her we need a medevac!"

Kaminari slapped a hand on his earpiece, flooding every hero channel he could locate with a distress signal.

Katsuki spied it moments before Kirishima drawled his name: the swirl of fog over your eyes as Death trotted near.

He snapped his head up and fixed his most intense stare, a mixture of madness and wrath, on Kaminari's back. "Now!" Katsuki lunged for Kaminari, who cowered back, gnashing his teeth and pushing out searing breath. "I don't care who she's with! Bring her here now!"

A miniature explosion shimmered and evaporated from his palm, which Katsuki shoved into Kaminari's face. A line of froth trailed after each word and splashed Kaminari, who wrenched one eye shut and turned to block the droplets with his hand.

Upon seeing Katsuki towering over him, blotting out the sun, Kaminari hunched forward to make himself smaller.

In that instant, as another frantic shout dangled from the tip of Katsuki's tongue, a wretched terror stole the sound from his world. The shrillest ringing, like bullets raining down on him from all sides, shook his sanity, and a cold sweat plunged down his spine. Warmth drained from the most blistering explosions, and chilling tendrils writhed in his stomach.

The phantom pressure of breathlessness, of a sharp heel against his chest, dug at his heart.

Where reinforcements should have charged in unison, the vacant, lifeless road stretched on, beguiling his wide eyes into staring, twitching with the sickness of a revelation most dire. As Katsuki watched the bend in its infinite, absolute distance, one thought of dreadful proportion stuck in his mind: "No one's coming."

The cacophonous voice scratched at his ears again, but the sharpness of his adrenaline-fuelled senses directed him towards the smell of blood.

Kirishima opened his arms as a final, desperate obstacle, lips drawn narrow, flesh bared and hardened. "Bakugou, you saw what happened with Kaminari! If you move 'em now, they might die!"

Katsuki stopped short, reaching one upturned hand. "Take a look at 'em, shitty hair! They're dying anyway!"

First casting his eyes behind, Kirishima meditated on the truth in those words.

The metal shells of his knee guards skidded across the asphalt as Katsuki shouldered Kirishima aside and hurled himself on the ground before you. Freed of all hesitation, he cradled you for a moment, secured you on his back, and made sure to keep his eyes forward.

Black blood, curdled and rancid like old soup, matted his gloves. The tremor in his legs and the stone in his throat came not from his nauseous spring up, nor from the sweltering rush on which he arced through the sky.

* * *

Katsuki paced a uniform sea of white sandstone, staring into the distance at an unreachable target, a target that chased him from sterile wall to sterile wall. He cursed under his breath, as if chanting a spell, at himself for not acting sooner, and at all the scum that abandoned you on the field. His gauntlets rattled with every swing of his arm, skin smeared with soot and blood.

Every three or four laps, a new wave of doubt seized him, and Katsuki paused to watch your breathing, assuring himself that it hadn't ceased or grown errant. Each time, he searched for the barest hint of consciousness, and each time, the pressure of frustration clenched his chest a little tighter.

His shadow loomed over your bedside, slathered with debris and reeking of scorched death, silent as though he could menace the wound out of you.

At the faint creak of a handle turning and a door sliding open on its hinges, Katsuki wheeled round on the entrance and flung out his arm. A light that rivalled the sun bathed his palm with sweat, but Aizawa's dark eyes peered out still from beneath a veil of shaggy hair.

"Where the hell were you?" Katsuki thrust his hand forth, each word aloft from the bombilation of sparks.

Shota Aizawa, a man whom the undead would welcome into their ranks, faced this threat with reddened eyes half overcome by slumping lids: "Your actions today broke more laws than I can count."

Katsuki swiped a ribbon of smoke through the air and neared the foot of the bed, a strip of muscle in his cheek bulging and pulsing. "I ain't apologising for shit! That bastard got every bit of what he deserved!"

A glimmer of scarlet flared to life from deep behind Aizawa's eyes, and the tips of his frayed hair began to levitate. "If you value your career, I suggest you stand down immediately."

Recovery Girl trudged over, her eyes closed in exhaustion, her legs still moving with an impeccable sense of direction. She trailed the hem of her coat on all the dust of the hospital floor. "I told him to take a break I don't know how many times, but he won't leave his friend's side."

The pulp of Katsuki's stomach knotted, and the hairs on his neck bristled. "We're not friends!" He dragged on the last word, voice heavy and exasperated, as though it were an accusation he fought off daily.

Recovery Girl scolded him, pursing her lips and shaking her head, then took up with Aizawa, who lingered on him for a minute.

"They're just some idiot on my team." Katsuki turned to you again, eyes frozen and puffy, haunted by the thought that your hollowed skin looked fit for a casket.

All signs of the convulsion had been wiped from your mouth and dumped inside a steel bin. A blanket, bleached and prone to tangles, pooled thinly over you, and Katsuki drew it forth into a more complete covering. "Hey," he called, as though pulling you out of training, "I know you're hurt, but don't die."

There was a gentleness of mien then, followed at once by a droop in his posture. "Okay?"

The chatter of flapping gums and popping saliva was a needle down his ear, and Katsuki stiffened, his face gnarled once more, before rounding on the noise. "Old lady, get your ass over here and fix this!"

* * *

The head of the academy, his white fur neatly tucked behind his suit vest and chequered trousers, crept up the slope of the chair. A diagonal scar ran from the centre of his forehead down his right cheek, exposing a stripe of pink skin, dulled with time and deprived of fur. A cup of steaming tea in hand, he sat no taller than a small child.

The autumnal air flowed in, cool and refreshing, through the ajar window that Aizawa had hastened to shut.

Principal Nezu replaced the sound with a most pleasant and disarming one, his voice lowering everyone's blood pressure until it cheered death and destruction. "Bakugou's conduct was no doubt reckless, and we shall assign him extra duties for the remainder of the month."

"That's it?"

A forepaw shot out, silencing him.

"We all agree it was excessive force, but young Bakugou acted in defence of a fallen comrade. The fact of the matter is, villains outnumber heroes ten to one, and they will only grow larger unless we as a school do our part." Principal Nezu set his teacup down carefully on his saucer, his head bowed and his eyes closed.

His beady eyes turned black as stone in the reddish haze of dusk. "It falls on our shoulders to train the next generation. Like never before, we need students who can meet this threat. Students who can push the limits of what heroism means."

Nezu slid forward with his elbows, linked his forepaws, uplifted his mouth with permanence, threaded each finger through the others, and rubbed his hands. "We must never encourage lethal force, but if our students are to succeed, they need also recognise when it may be necessary."

Aizawa took one last look at the after-action report before pulling himself to his feet, leaving the folder open to the description of the villain: "Unidentified, body recovered in pieces from a ten-kilogram detonation at close range, all other remains vapourised in the blast."

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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[antiwhores]

Leaving - Bakugou x reader

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Part 2

Bakugou lashes out at you and its your last straw. So you leave.

Heavy angst, no comfort cause we die like real niggas, domestic abuse (verbal/emotional), depression, fighting, disappointment,

Wrote this because I’m barely surviving rn 💀 i cannot relapse until Christmas and im fucking DYING !!! Anyway if yall want a part 2 lmk 😈

You’re depressed, so depressed that you can barely get out of bed to pee. Maybe you’re depressed because of the relationship, you cant tell. Maybe its the fact that you starve yourself every time he yells at you as a habit. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t spend his days off with you anymore. He just goes out drinking with his friends or does whatever the fuck he does. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t fucking care.

He only says mean things to you now.

“What the fuck? Why’re you so sad? You do nothing all day. You just sit in this house that I pay for. You’re not constantly almost dying, working hard.” He says this to you after he finds you crying in the guest room. You stay silent, its a battle that you dont have the energy to fight anymore.

The next day you go searching for a job. You confine in a friend and she gives you a job at her bookstore. She says that theres too locations you can work at. Apparently, she’ll be moving out of state to the next one soon and she invited you. She knew how horrible you felt. She was giving you an escape.

The next day you make dinner for Katsuki. You both sit down at the nearly abandoned dining table. It was refreshing for a few minutes, even though he didn’t involve himself in any of your conversation. You were just happy he wasn’t yelling at you.

You decide to drop the bomb after 5 minutes of eating. You could hardly contain your excitement when you asked him “Guess what?” He showed hardly any interest in you but some was better than none.

He looked up at you, signaling for you to speak. You beamed at him as you announced your new job. You immediately started to ramble about how cool it’ll be to get out and how excited you were.

You looked up at him and immediately stopped talking. He looked angry, his lip curled upwards and his brows furrowed.

You looked at him with confusion evident on your face. “What’s wrong?” You honestly didn’t expect this reaction. You were just stuck. Why was he angry when you’re finally doing something good?

“Do you think I’m just not capable of providing? I offer you money all the fucking time but you want a job? I give you enough and you dont use it unless its for food. What’s wrong with my money?”

His grip on the chopsticks folded them. You couldn’t even cry yet, you were just shocked. “I thought you’d like it? You always complain about me ‘freeloading’ off of you and how you pay all the bills. I could start paying too!”

You flinched as he slammed his fists against the table. “I don’t need your stupid fucking 9-5 money! Im the number 6 hero! You’re probably not even doing this for the rent. What do you want?”

No, no, no. This was not how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be happy. And then you could be happy too. He would have asked you about your job and smiled and praised you. What is happening?

He jerked himself out of his seat and stomped over to you. You scooted yourself back away from him in the chair he grabbed it and held you still.

He pulled out his wallet and rummaged through it. “What? Do you want some of those stupid books? Some decorations for this house? A necklace?” You stared at him with wide eyes at he pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it into your chest.

“There, ya happy now? Still want that job?” He crossed his arms, waiting for you to respond.

He treated you as if you were a slut, a gold digger. You were with him before he was rich. How could he even think that? You were done.

You looked down at the floor as tears flooded your eyelids. “Do you think I’m only here for your money?” It was a question you knew you had to ask. You would be left curious and broken for the rest of your life if you didn’t know now.

“You know, I’m starting to think so.”

That was your last straw. You couldn’t do this anymore.

The giggles came out before the sobs. Tears streamed down your cheeks yet you still laughed. “The hell are you laughing for?!” Its like he was upset that you weren’t already screaming at him.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in what felt like years.

“Do you know how hard you are to love?”

He paused, opening and closing his mouth.

You slid off your ring and set it on the table. Then you gathered the money through blurry eyes. The sobs started to fill in when you shoved the money into his chest just as he had done to you. You watch his fall to the floor.

“I try and try my best. I get a job, I make you dinner, I give you everything I have.” You reach up to take off the necklace that had his initials carved into. “I defend you, I make enemies for you, I sacrificed friendships and family relationships just to please you. But its never enough.” You set the necklace down and go to the bracelet he gave you. “I never asked for any of this expensive shit. The only thing I asked for was your love.” You set the bracelet down with your resolve.

He’s staring at you now with a look of surprise. You meet his eyes again with a look he hasn’t seen directed at him ever. “I’m done, Bakugou. Im done.”

You dont even notice when you start to gather your charger and car keys. You dont hear anything he has to say. You don’t hear the pleas for you to just listen and calm down. You dont hear the insults he says when he calls you overdramatic. And you definitely don’t hear the apology, cause it never came.

You walked towards the door, “I’m gonna pick up the rest my stuff tomorrow.” He grabs your wrist just before you touch the doorknob. “Please y/n, just sit down for one fucking second. We can talk about this!” You yank yourself out of him hands, “Touch me again and I’ll scream.”

You knew he couldn’t afford anything else on his record, especially domestic abuse. He had to just watch as you walked away. And you fucking loved it.

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[mudhamster]

Izuku, the egg and the microwave

The experience that gave Izuku the idea to compare the control of his quirks to "heating an egg in a microwave":

"Warm this up," was Kacchan's all too clear instruction as he placed a bag of his parents' leftovers between them on the table, "Put it all in a pot, there's some topping in the little bag. I'm going to take a shower."

"Alright."

He pulled the container out of the bag and opened the lid. Immediately, the strong smell of broth and spices hit his nose and he purred in growing anticipation. Mitsuki was a queen of the kitchen, a merciless mistress of spice and taste. Tilting his head, he surveyed the contents of the container, then took a medium-sized pot from the cupboard and poured the contents into it. A whole egg and a lot of noodles slid into the broth at the same time, splashing his hands and the work surface.

"Oow," Izuku whispered, grabbed one of the three dry sponges and wiped away the little drops, then clumsily pushed the pot into the microwave and turned the dial to 6 minutes. That should be enough to heat the soup.

Meanwhile, he set the table with two deep bowls, chopsticks, glasses and a pitcher of water.

The microwave beeped at the end of its working time just before Kacchan, towel still around his neck, sauntered into the kitchen and dropped into his chair with a heavy groan.

"You need to cut the egg," he said matter-of-factly and poured them both some water.

Izuku saved his "I know, Kacchan" and just got up wordlessly to get a plastic knife and a small saucer. Meanwhile, the smell of ramen intensified as Kacchan filled their bowls to the brim with broth. The silence in their shared kitchen was peaceful and Kacchan was calm and relaxed as he put the various toppings into both bowls till Izuku was back in his chair and dipped the knife into the egg.

And then ... it just happened.

With his face immersed in the comforting warm steam of the noodles, Izuku was completely oblivious for a split second as to WHAT was exploding under his fingers. A loud bang, the knife twirled and hit the ceiling. Izuku jumped so hard that he pulled both arms up, knocking over his bowl of hot noodles. Pieces of egg shot around his ears like the contents of a nail bomb, hitting his raised arms, the refrigerator and the kitchen door. A steady drip began as the broth reached the edge of the table and began to spill onto the floor. Then a moment of comfortable silence returned, disturbed only occasionally by a piece of egg raining down somewhere.

"Deku, what the hell," was the first thing Katsuki said as soon as he had flicked two lumps of egg from his shirt, "did you hurt yourself?"

Deku, completely perplexed, his legs full of hot ramen broth, just raised his hands and looked at the mess on the table and the lumps of egg everywhere "No, just ... I didn't know this would happen?"

"This?" Katsuki pointed to the remains of the egg in the spilled broth, still dripping from the table where the tablecloth hadn't soaked it up, "or what happens when you heat the entire ramen in the damn microwave?"

Izuku's mouth turned into an instinctive pout. How in God's name was he supposed to know that boiled eggs exploded when heated in the microwave?

"Mom never showed me how to heat things up" he said defensively and Katsuki grimaced in accusing pity.

"Your mama also never showed you how to suck dick, did she? And yet you are extra skilled at it," with that he rose from the table, rolled up the soaked tablecloth and turned away from the table to reach for the paper towel, "Now get a grip and clean-"

"Kacchan!" Izuku gasped in mortification as the penny dropped and Katsuki turned to him in mild surprise, "oh my god!!"

"Tch" he snapped back over his shoulder, "using your ma as an excuse for your own incompetence? Pathetic!"

Izuku sank back into his chair and half-heartedly wiped the noodles into a pile with his fingers.

"Hm," he finally grumbled, "Maybe. But our family is generally not that talented when it comes to cooking."

"No reason to talk shit," he heard from near the freezer, and in the next moment another container shot towards his head, which he only managed to keep from colliding head-on with his face thanks to his trained reflexes.

"And use the goddamn stove this time."

#bkdk #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #deku #kacchan #fluff #mha #ao3 fanfic #ao3

[lou-struck]

Aren't They Perfect?

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea

~You get hit with a quirk that makes a marble copy of you. But is that all it really does? 

~This is my Submission for @dark-mnjiro's Taste of Divine Rush Collab. LINK HERE

WC: 4.3k

WARNINGS: Lots of swearing, Mental health is discussed heavily, reader has low self esteem to begin with but it is twisted into obsession thanks to the quirk, multiple voices in reader's head, reader passing out, injury, intentionally skipping a meal, really creepy marble statues, reader goes temporarily crazy. 

A/n: This fic is inspired by Ovid’s epic tale of Pygmalion and Galatea, but it is not a retelling. The projection of the reader's feelings in a way gives life to the statue. 

There is just something so innately adult about walking through the bustling city streets holding a drink carrier. A few people spare you a glance and step out of your path so you do not spill the sweet caffeinated liquid. 

You can see the tall tinted windows of your boyfriend’s Hero Agency off in the distance. It’s a bit out of the way from your usual commute, but Katsuki had forgotten his wallet on the kitchen counter this morning, so you thought it would be best to drop it off for him as well as a cup of coffee and an overpriced croissant from the cafe’s display case.

Noble intentions aside, you are mostly just stopping by to see his grumpily handsome face before he has to go out on patrol.

The doors part for you as you are overwhelmed by the high-pitched shrieks of what looks to be a whole class of elementary schoolers, who look so excited to be visiting your boyfriend’s hero agency. It’s a bit unnerving to see dozens of children just wandering the office halls. Field trips may be normal occurrences for other hero agencies, but this is Dynamite’s Agency we are talking about. Katsuki Bakugou isn’t known for his child-friendly language. 

Speaking of child-friendly language, you spot a frazzled middle-aged woman with bright orange hair and an electric blue dress who mouths what can only be an f-bomb as she runs around trying to wrangle all the students. 

But when they see you, a new face in the building, many of them stop in their tracks and begin to wave at you and smile with gap-toothed grins. 

“Hi there, I’m Ovid.” a little boy with long black curls poking out from underneath his red baseball cap says, stepping forward. “Are you a hero?

You shake your head, “Nope, just dropping something off for Dynamite.”

At the mention of the explosion hero, they look excited and start looking around, chattering amongst themselves.

You shoot the lady from earlier (who must be their teacher) a sympathetic glance as she tries to calm down the once again rowdy students who seem to have forgotten you were there.

Head off down the sunlight hallway; the office seems like a second home after all the hours you have spent with Katsuki. There are little touches of you all around the building, ranging from the artwork you have picked out to the blooming houseplants that rest by the tall windows. 

The blinds inside his office are drawn, which tells you he is inside, most likely reading one of the romance novels he keeps hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. 

As you push open the door, you hear the slight crinkling of pages and the closing of his desk drawer. The familiar noise made you smile; you were right.

He looks up quickly from his desk, ready to yell at whoever disturbed his peaceful morning, but quickly clams up when he notices just how sweetly you are standing in the doorway.

“Did you really have to sneak up on me like that?” he asks, stepping out from behind the desk, “I almost blasted ya into next week.”

“Your poor sidekicks, do you treat all of them like this when I am not here?” You laugh, raising an inquisitive brow at the solid wall of muscle and spiky hair in front of you.

“Only the dumb ones,” he mumbles, and you really aren’t sure if he is telling the truth or not.

“You have visitors,” you hum, holding out his pastry and drink for him to take.

“I don’t wanna deal with any damn brats this morning,” he grumbles, taking a deep swig from his coffee cup. You smile at his words, knowing that he was the one who signed off on allowing the elementary students to come visit his agency.

“I got your wallet,” you say, reaching into your bag and pulling out the heavy black leather pouch. 

“I know,” He smiles wickedly, taking it from you and tossing it carelessly behind him. “I knew you would bring it over when you saw it.”

Wow, did you, a full-grown adult, really leave your wallet behind just so I would take the time to visit you at work?”

“Yeah, so what?” he shrugs, casually wrapping his arms around you. And you think to yourself just how childish he can be sometimes. Maybe he should go and spend some time with the elementary schoolers downstairs for a bit.

Your gaze drifts to the clock on the wall. “Oh shit, I gotta go,” you say, twisting out of his grasp easily, not spilling a drop of coffee as you do so. 

“You know,” he pouts, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling, “you wouldn’t have to leave me so much if you just got a job here.”

You smile softly, having had this conversation at least a dozen or so times since he opened the place, “If we worked together, we wouldn’t last. You’re way too bossy.”

Although you say the words teasingly, you know that’s not the reason why you don’t want to spend more time with him; Even since you started seeing each other, there has been this little voice in your head nagging you and telling you something you are sure everyone else says. 

‘Katsuki Bakugou is too damn good for you, and everyone knows it.’

But you have been trying to fix that little problem by doing whatever you can to better yourself. You are up for a promotion at work, and if you get it, you could be seen as more worthy of the Hero.  

“Bossy?” he states, pulling you from your thoughts, “I’m only bossy when these extras don’t know what they’re supposed to be doing.”

He opens the door for you and leads you down the hallway from which you came. Glancing in the reflection of the dark conference room mirror, you see a million and one imperfections. 

Does he see them too?

From down the hallway, you hear the teacher from earlier calling after one of her students. “Ovid, come back here.”

Turning head, you see the little box with the red baseball cap rushing down the hallway. 

“Mr. Dynamite, Mr. Dynamite,” he calls, smiling happily. “Check out my quirk.” a soft gray light begins to crackle at his fingertips as he runs towards the two of you. 

It is just so adorable to see the little guy trying to show off his quirk to his childhood hero; you smile. But Katsuki’s eyes widen in concern.

“Hey, slow down. Stop running before you~” he starts to stop the boy, but it is too late; the pair of little feet rushing towards you trip over themselves, sending him crashing to the ground and his quirk directly at you. 

Your coffee hits the ground before you do…

~

You are awakened by the soft sound of the hospital monitors checking your vitals. Everything feels a bit fuzzy as you try to remember what exactly happened to put you in this condition. 

The last thing you remember was Katsuki walking you out of the agency and then one of the kids….

Oh, right, you got hit with a quirk…

You stir just a bit as the feeling begins to return to your body. You don’t know why, but your limbs feel as heavy as stone. At your movement, you hear a breath that is not your own. 

Katsuki sits right next to the hos[ital bed, his crimson gaze staring at you intently. “You’re awake.” The relief is evident on his features as he looks you over. “How do you feel?”

“Like a million bucks.” you rasp, stretching your arms and sitting up. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours,” he replies, watching your movements carefully. “That brat was lucky his quirk was harmless.”

“Oh my god, is Ovid okay?” you ask, remembering the red-capped child. 

Katsuki scoffs, “Brat’s fine; he was just crying until the ambulance came to get you. 

“But?” there is something else he is not telling you. 

“The kid’s quirk is called Sculptor,” He sighs, “It’s supposed to be harmless, but he can make marble copies of the things he hits with it.

You nod carefully as your still-tired brain processes what he had just said, ‘So there is just a big marble sculpture of me in the middle of your agency?” you ask awkwardly.

“Nah, I had the sidekicks drop it at home until we decide what to do with it,” he says, and you grimace. 

Why would anyone want a marble sculpture of someone like you?

“Is it big?” you ask, brushing the thought away.

“It’s fuckin life-size, you gotta see it.” he laughs, the sound ugly and boisterous like a hyena as it echoes off the white walls, but it’s cute in its own way.

“When can I leave?” you ask, already thinking about how you can get the new decoration out of your hair. You heard that there are repurposing centers that can recycle the material for a low cost.

“Right now,” he smiles, helping you out of the bed. Your legs are shaky, but you are excited to get home. “I called your work, and you are off for the rest of the week, so take it easy and take a seat.” He pulls out the wheelchair from behind him and gestures for you to sit in it.

“Do I really have to do that?” you ask, looking between him and the chair, “I feel fine.”

He sighs. “It’s some damn hospital policy; they won’t let me take ya if I don’t wheel you out.”

You playfully roll your eyes and sit in the chair, it doesn’t take long for you to be discharged, but before you leave, one of your doctors stops you. 

“If you start to feel anything strange at all, don’t hesitate to come back. The child responsible is currently having his quirk reevaluated, so if anything comes up, we will contact you.”

“Thank you,” you say softly. “If anything changes, we will let you know.”

The doctor nods before leaving the two of you, taking a whole group of residents with her.

“Hey,” Katsuki asks en route to the car, “Are you sure you’re okay? You had me scared for a second.”

“Please don’t worry, I’m fine,” you say now, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Are you going to go back to the Agency when we get home?”

“Hell no, you dumbass,” he yells in the usual Katsuki fashion, still opening the car door for you like a gentleman. “I ain’t leaving you after you’ve been in the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” you huff, climbing out of the chair and into the passenger seat. 

He ignores this and drops the chair off at the front of the hospital, handing it to a flustered-looking nurse and stalking back toward the vehicle. 

No doubt ready to get rid of you…

The ride is uncomfortably silent for both of you. But as you drive down the road, you can’t help but feel drained. Especially after you pass the agency where this whole mess started. 

Your mind drifts to what must’ve happened right after you collapsed, and you clench your fist to hide your embarrassment.

You never have been a pretty sleeper; you probably don’t look that much better unconscious. You hope you weren’t too messy to deal with.

“Hey, we’re home,” he says, pulling into the garage. “Can you get out by yourself?”

You nod and slide right out of the seat.

“Tell me if you’re gonna pass out again,” he says clearly, still worried about you. 

He shouldn’t waste his valuable time thinking about you.

You walk to the door, Katsuki hovering behind you just in case you faint again. Your body feels a bit weak, but you wouldn’t tell him that. 

 If you seem like too much trouble, he may not want to be with you anymore

Or worse, he feels forced to stay with you.

You look back at him and give him your most convincing smile. “So, where is the statue?”

“The extras put it in the living room,” he answers.

“Does it really look like me?” you ask?

“I dunno; I was too worried about you to look at the damn thing.” 

Walking into the living room, you are almost blinded by the large white statue that sits right in the middle of the carpet. 

“Wow,” you say, approaching the base and running your hand along the arm of the statue. It’s smooth to the touch and soothingly cool against your kinda clammy hands.  

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was life-sized.” squinting, you get a closer look at all the little details in the marble. Everything from the coffee in your hand to the aglets on your shoelaces was turned into solid marble, but when you look at the face of this ‘copy of you,’ you don’t see a resemblance at all.

It looks plain, not like you at all. It actually looks kinda beautiful. Almost as if Pygmillion carved it out of stone himself, like in the Greek myth.

“At least it’s not naked,” you say dryly, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend in response. “But other than the clothes, I don’t think it looks like me.”

He looks a bit confused and looks between you and the statue, but you feel his gaze rests longer on the statue than on you. “It’s a damn copy, but you’re not made of stone, so, of course, it looks different.”

You shake your head no but say no more on the subject. It’s tiring to try and correct him when you know he is just trying to be nice to you. 

How could you ever look like this statue? Where are your pores, your scraps, your moles and bumps? 

You could only wish to look like it. 

The frown still sits on his face in your silence. “Well, come on, how about I make us some dinner, and we can watch a movie later or somethin?” he offers. Quality time is rare between the two of you, but for some reason, you feel like you don’t deserve it tonight.

“Umm, actually, I’m not feeling too great; I think I may just go to bed,” you mumble, stepping away from him.

“Not even dinner?” he calls as you walk into the bedroom. 

“I’m feeling kinda nauseous,” you lie, ignoring your quietly growling stomach. “I think it’s a side effect from the quirk.”

“I’ll make you some damn soup,” he says, “You need to eat somethin.”

Why is he pressuring you so much? Everything would be so much easier if he just let you go to bed. 

He doesn’t have to keep pretending to care about you.

“Katsuki,” you snap in a much louder voice than you meant to. “Just let me go to bed, it’s been a long day, and I just want to not feel like shit.”

He flinches a bit at your unusually harsh tone but stays where he is. “Fine,” he snaps back. “Excuse me for trying to help you. You’re just damn ungrateful.” His words hurt too.

But they are deserved. 

You really are ungrateful.

You just need to give him space.

Heading into the bedroom, you lie down and close your eyes. In the darkness, you lay there for a long time, just thinking about how much of an inconvenience today has been for Katsuki. He had to take the rest of the day off to take care of you, leaving him with what you can only assume to be mountains of paperwork.

Not to mention, You probably terrified those poor kids, scaring them for life. The doctors wasted a bed on you when you were completely fine.  

They should’ve just left you on the floor of the agency. You were far enough to the side you wouldn’t have been in anyone’s way.

A few tears of frustration well in your eyes; they can’t even fall properly. Dripping onto the dark pillowcase in fat, unsightly blobs.

The door opens a crack, and Katsuki comes in. 

Sneakily you wipe away your tears and act as if you are sleeping. You don’t want to say anything else to him that you regret. You’re as stiff as a board as he brushes his teeth, does his skincare routine, and changes into his sleep sweats.

The dip in the mattress tells you that he is in bed with you.

His breath is shaky, and even with your eyes closed, you feel him looking at you. 

You wish he wouldn’t. 

It could give him bad dreams.

You feel his warm, soft lips kiss your forehead tenderly. The act of intimacy makes you want to sob into his chest, but you stay composed.

You’ve always been an ugly crier.

“Goodnight, babe,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair carefully behind your ear. “You really scared me today, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

He lays back against his own pillow, and it only takes a few minutes for the soft sound of his snoring to fill the room, but you stay awake, reflecting on his last two words.

‘Are you okay?’

~

The night has been long and restless. Despite how tired you feel, you cannot for the life of you fall asleep. The stress from the day pricks your skin like needles making you feel stiff and tense.

Usually, when Katsuki’s arms are wrapped around you, you are out like a light but now…

You are just thinking about how uncomfortable he must be

Your body is too warm and clammy to be soothing

You look at him, sleeping peacefully, and sigh deeply. The intake tugging at your heartstrings in sorrow.

He probably would prefer it if you were made of something as cool as marble.

Just through the crack in the door, you see the bright white of the statue. Its milky white face visible in the moonlight.

They’re looking at you…

What an odd pair the two of you must make, The Hero and the Zero. 

It’s too much; you can’t sleep in this room tonight. Carefully you twist your way out of Katsuki's Caramel scented embrace and replace your form with a long body pillow. His brow furrows, but you are sure he’s fine. 

He’ll sleep better if you aren’t near him. 

Your feet carry you out the bedroom door and out into the living room where they are waiting; the pleasant smile on their poreless face greets you as you lay down on the faux leather couch next to it.

The moonlight illuminates their pearly white features giving them such a heavenly glow. 

You could never look that angelic.

You don’t understand how, but the statue even makes your clothes look as if they belong in a museum. Tired eyes rake over each and every last detail of the marble until sleep finally comes to you. 

~

“What the hell are you doing on the couch?” a voice asks, pulling you from your dark and dreamless sleep. Your eyes shoot open and immediately come to rest on the statue. 

Can it speak now?

You look to it for answers, but Its lips remain sealed in that mysterious little smile.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” the voice asks again. The sound coming from behind you. You reluctantly turn away from the work of art and see Katsuki. 

“Mornin Suki,” you say softly, looking up at him with lidded eyes.

You hate the way your voice sounds so early in the morning.

“I said, what the hell are you doing on the couch?” he says; he looks so hurt and confused. 

Did he want to be the first one to see it this morning?

“I couldn’t sleep,” you reply, “It was too warm with the two of us, and I didn’t want to wake you with all my tossing and turning.”

“Then why didn’t you sleep in the guest room? It’s creepy to be out here layin’ next to that creepy statue.”

Creepy? This statue is perfect. It’s better than you will ever be; how can he so easily insult it. 

What does he say about you behind your back?

“You’ve been acting strange,” he says, looking at you with concern. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, just tired,” you say, using the same excuse you gave him last night. “I couldn’t sleep; I think I’m just gonna lay down and go back to bed.”

You should’ve just said that, but of course, you and your big mouth had to add one more little comment.  

“God knows I could use some beauty sleep.”

Your words seem to echo through the apartment, but your stature gives you a little smile of approval. What you said is true, but why does Katuski look so mad?

You are beautiful.” he says, stepping closer. He looks at you with such a sickenly pitiful expression, and he doesn’t touch you at all. He just stares.

You stay there in silence until his phone starts to ring. He answers it at the first chime.

No doubt waiting for an excuse to be away from you

“I have to take this; I’ll be right back, okay,” he says, putting the phone to his ear and leaving the room.

Alone again with the statue, you give it your full attention once again, turning your head to admire it from a different angle.

How could he say it is creepy?

 He settles for you; why doesn’t he just enjoy the You that You could never be?

It’s then you catch a speck of dust settled on the tip of its nose in the sunlight. 

It’s dirty…

It has a flaw…

Maybe he hates it because it reminds him of you…

You are filled with a desire to fix it, rushing to the storage closet to grab an armload of dust cloths to wipe the whole thing down.

It needs to be perfect…

At least one of you does, or else…

You are sobbing by the time you reach its base. You frantically clean the surface, wiping your hand over every inch. Your head is pounding, but through your sobs, you hear something else, 

Screaming?

Cheering?

It’s all the same now.

You are pulled away roughly from The Marble perfection, and you shriek as you are carried farther and farther away from it. Only when the bedroom door closes fully, and it is out of your sight, do you realize that Katuski was the one who pulled you away. 

He drops you gently on the bed but positions himself between you and the door, his muscles a wall of their own. 

“What are you doing?” you gasp, already trying to rush past him

“I’m helping you,” he yells back, throwing the two of you down onto the bed. This time he refuses to let you go.

He must really hate touching you like this. 

But if you clean the rest of the statue, he may love you again.

“I need to see it,” you cry, squirming in his hold, your nails scratching down his forearm hard. “I need to fix it. It’s so dirty; that’s why you don’t love it.”

“I don’t need to love a damn statue,” he hisses at the pain but still holds you closer. “I have you, and I am trying to help you.”

Help you? Is that what he calls it?

Isn’t he trying to leave you?

The fight leaves your body, and you lay limp against him. Your eyes look up at his face expecting to see anger or disgust in the depths of his crimson gaze, but you see that somewhere in your struggle, he is crying too.

“Can’t you see?” you ask in a broken whisper, “They’re perfect; if you don’t want them, then you would never want me?”

His arms wrap tighter around you, physically shaking from the restraint he has placed on his own emotions. More than “They are not real, it’s just a damn statute y/n, I don’t want them. Please, let me talk to you.” Through your exhaustion and distress, his words manage to reach you. You nod softly, not having the energy to do anything else but realize something else.

Not all your thoughts are your own…

“Thank you,” he says gently, “I just got off the phone with the teacher of the kid who hit you yesterday,” his eyes scan your face, making sure you are listening to him. “That Ovid kid’s quirk is more complicated than they realized. It does more than just make statues of the things it hits; it can mess with people’s heads if they stay too close to their own statues.”

You blink slowly, shaking away a melancholy fog you didn’t even realize had settled over you. “I-It’s the quirk?” 

He nods, holding you a bit gentler. “Yes, we gotta smash the damn thing, and you’ll feel better.”

“Smash, the statue?” you repeat. 

‘Why would you do that?’ The voice masquerading as your innermost thoughts of insecurity asks, trying to coax you back into the fog. But this time, you won’t let it.

“We are going to fuck that shit up.” he chuckles, wiping away your tears. “So you think you can do it?”

You nod, “I think so.”

“Atta girl.” his hand flies up to ruffle your hair as you giggle, weakly trying to hit it away.

As a man who appreciates some good old-fashioned destruction, Katsuki has a few sledgehammers just lying around. Once the two of you have some protective eyewear on, you are ready to head back to face the statue.

As you approach it, you take one last look at its face. 

You see the familiar curve of your nose and chin.

“It kind of does look like me,” you say as your boyfriend puts an encouraging hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re way better than this hunk of rock.” he laughs wickedly. The sound fills you with your daily dose of dopamine.

“You’re right,” you giggle, “Let’s smash it.”

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Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#todrcollab #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #Katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #mha #🚫DC #<- Possibly... IDK

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

IM SORRY I ASK SO MANY MARVEL CROSSOVERS I JUST LOVE THEM.

Bakugou x spiderman reader who doesnt show his face :3

DONT APOLOGIZE, I LOVE THEM

AND I LOVE THIS UGH

𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲 𝔵 𝔪!𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯-𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Warnings: mentions of death, the reader is kinda an asshole at the end my bad, angst cause I got carried away

Let me start this off by saying that he did NOT mean to fall in love with you.

You had crashed into his room while handling a villain.

The villain of course decided to use Katsuki as a hostage, because he was just there, and your villains never seem to give you a break.

You saved him, thankfully.

You dropped him off at his house, quickly telling him to stay safe as you tried to run off and go change

"WAIT!"

You stopped, worried that the blonde angry guy had been hurt.

No, he just felt the need to go on a long rant about how you didn't save him and how he didn't need your help.

Not everyone in the city liked you exactly, but never once had you saved someone and get this as a response.

You found it entertaining for a moment

You kinda tuned out for the most part

Just more Spider-man slander, the usual that you had to deal with

Until he said

"So that's why you owe me!"

You raised a brow, your cartoonishly huge mask eyes following the movement, "I owe you? I think I repaid you by saving you."

The spikey man scoffed, "Yeah and you destroyed my house. And you were the reason why I was in danger in the first place. If you hadn't crashed into my house like a dumbass, we wouldn't be here!"

You stared at him

Was he being serious???

"So," he continued, "make it up to me by checking out my designs."

"Designs?"

"Yeah. I made...designs...for gadgets. They aren't for you, but I guess you could find them useful."

You did in fact check out his designs.

You soon learned that Katsuki Bakugou, the same man who cursed you out, was an absolute genius who had been designing gadgets for you in hopes you two could partner up some day (though he never would admit it).

You visited him regularly to test out his latest idea, web bombs.

You visited him so often that you often forgot that you were supposed to be a superhero, and he was supposed to be a civillian

You both had grown so close. Equals at this point because he did demand that he'd also become a vigilante.

He also demanded that he'd learn on his own and that he would surpass you.

Bakugou was insane, but you loved that about him.

You loved him in general, you soon realized.

And that was bad.

You couldn't do that.

Using his gadgets was bad enough, but to date him?

You'd be putting him in danger.

You tried to hide how you felt as much as you could.

And thankfully, Bakugou was more of a fighter than a lover, so he made things easier by not reciprocating.

At least that's what you thought.

Until Mr. Tough guy started blushing whenever you got too close.

God forbid you compliment him, then he curses you out.

Other than his embarrassed outbursts, you realized that he was...different around you

He didn't yell as much.

He was calm...it was weird.

You tried to ignore the signs, but you couldn't.

Not when you both had been sitting on his bedroom floor, fixing up a few pieces of equipment that had gotten damaged.

"Why won't you take it off?"

You nearly choked, "Excuse me?"

"The mask. Why won't you take it off? That shit can't be comfortable." He wasn't looking at you, instead focused on fidgeting with his tools. He tried to make it seem like he was fixing it, but he wasn't. You could tell.

"I don't get a date first? Jeez, chivalry really is dead."

"Shut up, I'm being serious." He finally looked at you, with those blood red eyes of his. "How come you won't show me your face?"

You frowned. You knew eventually this would be brought up, you just wished you could stall it a little longer.

"It's too dangerous. You know that, Bakugou-"

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki, damn it. Stop acting like we're just business partners or something! I know how you feel about me, so why won't you show me who you are?"

You froze in place.

So your worst fears had been true.

Bakugou Katsuki fell for you.

Just as you had fallen for him.

It was a shame that Spider-man couldn't afford to fall.

It was a shame that Spider-man had already promised his commitment to his city.

It was a shame that you had to promise your commitment to the city.

"It's not that simple." You set the tools down and stood up. "It's too dangerous."

"And coming to my house everyday isn't? I don't see you giving me a speech about how a villain could follow you here? My safety isn't what you're worried about!"

Perhaps he was right.

Maybe his safety was a scapegoat.

Something you could blame to avoid the underlying problems you had

But if there was anything you hated more than seeing Bakugou upset,

It would be to see Bakugou dead.

Dead like a past lover who you had stupidly thought you could protect.

"I'm sorry, Bakugou."

You turned around, heading to his window.

You opened it, pausing

You wanted to take it back

But you couldn't

You had to do what was right

Bakugou cursed you out.

That was fine

He had every right to

You'd rather him be mad at you than see him get hurt

So you left

And you hoped he'd forget everything the next time you'd need to get gadget updates.

#bakugou x you #bakugou x male reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x male reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou angst #bakugou headcanons

[potheadkiki]

"You're so pretty"

Izuku x chubby black reader

Warning⚠ 18+

Simply Midoriya being in love

Gently&Rough sex

Pet names likes "baby" "angel" 

Oral (male receiving)

Body worship

Insecure reader/chubby reader

Unprotected sex! Rap it before u tap it

Walking into class 1-A with the other students you accidentally bump into Deku, you instantly apologize only to hear a scoff come from the front of the classroom you moving your head to see who made the sound only to make eye contact with Bakugo Katsuki, rolling your eyes you quickly turn to face him looking him in the eyes which naturally intimated him because not many people do that especially women but that doesn't stop you from giving him a ‘resting bitch face’ look You scoff before saying

"You got something you wanna to my face?" You ask raising an eyebrow. He clears his throat saying

“No reason to apologize to a Deku.” he says with a shrug, and you give an almost confusing smile.

“ The fuck you say about my man?” You say as you reach out for his collar ,you can’t ignore the gasps you hear as you announce your relationship with the shiest boy in school. Your hand quickly stopping in mid air as you hear Midoriya say 

“Please Y/N its okay really I appreciate you standing up for me though” he says with a slight blush as he extends his hand to grab at wrist. You sigh but only nod as you say 

“Fine but only for you baby” You say as you caress his face gently, pulling him into a hug, but with his short stature ends up with him pressed into your breasts. His face engulfed in a bright blush as he goes stiff in your arms only for you to pull away and gently kiss his cheek. Only pulling away when you hear the door open and Aizawa walks into class but before leaving him you lean down, lips gently ghosting the shell of his ear as you whisper

"By baby I'll see you later" pulling away making sure to look him in the eyes as you smile sweetly going to your seat, the only thing on your mind is what you just did. You were just trying to stand up for him and it just slipped out. You can't help but smile at yourself when you realize that he didn't reject you but maybe it's because he was just nice and didn't want to embarrass me.

Time skip classes over~

You’re heading back to your dorms as you keep your eyes out Deku and that’s when your eyes catch the bundle of green curls bouncing as he walks to the entrance of the housing area, you're quick to catch up with him as you gently grab his arm 

“Hey! I wanted to talk to you about earlier.” You say with a sense of urgency. His face goes flush as he stops his movement to look at you. 

“H-Hey Y/N” Barley looking me in the eyes. ‘Man I really fucked up’ is all you can think about as he looks down at his feet.  

“Maybe it’ll be better if we talked inside? Yeah?” I say looking at him with hopeful eyes as he just nods. You can’t help but smile at his reaction so grabbing his hand he follows you to the common area where you both sit on the couch. 

“I wanted to say sorry about earlier I know that must have been embarrassing for you and that’s certainly not how I wanted to confess to you, he can just make me so mad sometimes and I wasn’t even thinking before I had just blurted it out.” 

“Wait confess?” Is all Midoriya really says which is fair you did just kinda drop a bomb shell on him.

“Yes, confess. I like you a lot.” you say as you gently grab his hand to hold it looking him in the eyes as you smile. You pull your hand away and let out a small cough as your hand slightly covered your mouth. Pulling away after to lay your hands on your lap as you say 

“It’s okay honestly,” - you interrupt yourself to make sad laugh “heh” finishing your sentence “most guys aren’t interested in girls like me.” You finish with a sad smile but still look at him. He looks at you with a furrowed brow asking 

“What- what are you talking about? ‘Girls like me’ what does that mean?” Is all he can ask as looks at you with a confused face. You look at him mimicking his face 

“I mean you know, heh a big girl.” You say this time not able to meet his eyes this time.  You hear him sigh as he goes

"Y/N you're so pretty I don't think you realize that" His right hand caressing your cheek as he places his left on your upper thigh. His scared hand gently pushing your head up to make eye contact with him as your eyes weld up with tears.

"Awe baby why are you crying?" He says as he pulls you closer to him and gently pets your head with you shrinking in on yourself and cuddling up into his chest. You begin to mumble your answer only for him to gently pull you away and tell you to try again

"It's just that...i never expected for you to actually feel the same way about me and I've always been insecure about my size and I thought that would ruin any chance I had" you say looking at him, your hazel eyes turning green in the light and from the tears

"Awe baby no. As much as I would love to watch you cry not like this. But I love your well..size look why don't we head to your room? I'd say mine but with all the all might stuff" you sniffling then letting out a giggle as you quickly agree with him. Standing up and leading him into your room open and closing your door behind you. Walking in you lead him to sit on your bed as you sit next to him A blush spreading on your face from the comment he makes next. "I like you for who you are and all but you're just so soft. ---" He says interrupting himself to let out a groan and to slightly roll his eyes back---"You're soft and squishy and I could just hold you forever and your eyes are so beautiful teary it's just the way it makes you looks so precious especially the way you're bottom lip quivers" he says looking at you whipping your cheeks of tears, then looking down at your lips. The one thing you always loved but sometimes hated was how slow and shy he is. I smile biting my lip whispering a

"It's ok izuku. I want you to" He doesn't need to be told twice as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss easily stealing your breath away. You feel his scarred hands grip your plush waist then slowly move down to grip the back of your thighs gently moving you to his lap. You hesitate trying to pull your hips away but clearly forgetting how strong he actually is as he pulls you again this time successfully placing you on his lap wrapping his hands around your waist. Can't help but moaning at the sudden pressure on your cunt from the clear erection that is currently growing in Izuku's pants. You grind down on him finding a rhythm you both can enjoy. Feeling his hands on your waist, fingers kneading at the plush flesh over your school uniform. Slowing your hips down to a stop until you're clothed cunt is sitting on his now full erection enjoying the pressure of it as he kisses you with a passion you thought you'd never feel. You let a tear slip out the corner of your eye dripping down and landing on Izuku's cheek, him pulling away to look at you wiping the tears off your face before doing the same to himself after which asking

"What's the matter love? Did I do something?" He asks in a panic pulling away only for you to smile and shake your head saying your just so happy to be treated so gently by someone who you can trust completely which naturally only made you tear up more because feeling wanted was all you ever wanted all he does smile and say

"All these happy tears for me. Your eyes are so beautiful. Do you think they will shine if those tears are from pleasure? " he mumbles almost like it's something he's going to write down later, you gulp before wrapping your arms around his neck whispering a

"I don't know but you can always find out." You say kissing his cheek before moving to gently kiss at his ear as his scarred hands unbutton your shirt sliding it off your shoulders and pulling it completely off tossing it on your floor carelessly. Flipping you both so you're now underneath of Deku as he kisses you, you pulling at his own shirt with a huff whining out an 'off', chuckling with a breathlessly teasing you with a 'needy' but he's still pulling his shirt off nonetheless. Your own heart racing as now you're both shirtless, you feeling more exposed in the skirt that's starting to ride up you're thick thighs. He pulls away and kissing your lips one more time before asking

"Can I take this off baby?" He says pulling at your skirt and you gently nod and he smiles pulling it off leaving you in your bra and underwear. You can't help but feel insecure about yourself him giving you a look of concern, once explained how you're feeling he's pulling away which makes you sad because you see him grabbing at a shirt until he's turning back to you asking

"Do you wanna wear your shirt baby?" You smile nodding but he puts it the side of him you giving a confused looked until he asks

"Lemme take your bra off first yeah?" You nod arching your back his hands sliding underneath you, unclasping your bra which has you fairly surprised at the fact he could do that at all giving him a surprised look, him only smiling a little before saying

"I didn't want to seem clueless so I did a 'little' research" you laugh the word "little" running through your mind.

"What did you like take one of your moms bras?" You say giggling a little but he doesn't say anything and that's when you realize but not wanting to make him feel bad you proceed to take your bra off completely cupping your breasts looking at him innocently asking

"You did that for me?" You say innocently massaging your breasts, pinching and tweaking your nipples as you bit your lip giving him a sultry smile. You watch as he visibly gulps and nods but you grab his face rubbing small circles into his cheek saying

"Use your words for me yeah?"

"Yeah, I didn’t want to embarrass myself" he says looking down rubbing the back of his neck.

"You couldn’t embarrass yourself with me, I like you and I want to be with you emotionally and physically. " you say grabbing his head pulling him down to kiss him passionately as he moans into the kiss adjusting his hips letting them fit perfectly between your own open plush legs. His hips grinding his clothed cock against your own clothed cunt. Your hands sliding down to his pants grabbing at his button and undoing it. Smiling into the kiss as you feel how hard he is for you and it makes your heart flutter at how genuine his feelings are for you.

"Take your pants off. Please baby?" You ask eyes glazing over with lust and tears from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Izuku gulps but nods and pulls away which makes you a little sad but your mind is quickly changed as he pulls his pants completely off leaving him in his socks and boxers. 'Wow' is all you can say but you didn't realize how loud it was and he laughs

"Like what you see?" He asks with a cocky grin which only makes you a blushing mess and giggle never expecting him to be so bold and you loved it. But you watch as the facade is broken quickly as he looks down and apologies saying that probably sounded gross or something.

"Hey no." You say reaching up to caress his cheek as your thighs rub together continuing your sentence "I think it's really hot whenever your confident, it just does something to me that I can't explain but I can show you if you let?" You say leaning up and towards him as he leans back, you essentially flipping him over and with you on top gently grinding down lean towards his face looking making eye contact as you beg

"Please? Let me show you how you make me feel." And he gulps nodding and you give him a wide smile that makes his heart flutter as you kiss his cheek and your hands begin to explore his almost naked body. Kissing his lips passionately as your hand open palms his growing erection causing izuku to tense up a little but relax as his scarred hands massage and pinch at your thick thighs. Moving down kissing and sucking at Izukus neck gently biting his adams apple, sucking a mark into the crook of his neck as your lips drag down the rest of his neck to mouth and bite at his chest and abs letting out a moan saying almost to yourself

"God your so fucking fit under those baggy shirts you wear and it's so fucking hot." And he groans at your comment, you gently biting his abs while smiling against his toned body leaving hickeys making your way to the top of his bellybutton looking up and giving him a sultry smile as you massage his now complete erection which causes him to advert eye contact with you. Sitting on his right leg as you subtly grind, his thigh begins tensing at the attention flexing against your clit causing slick to begin seeping through the underwear you had on causing a damp spot to slowly start to form on his muscular thigh. Grabbing the hem of Izuku’s now tight and slightly stained boxers, breath getting caught in your throat, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter aggressively beating against your rib cage as you look up wordlessly asking him to lift his hips, completely pulling his boxers down them getting caught on his muscular thighs, slightly scratching his skin readjusting your grip and completely pulling his boxers off, him helping at the end to kick them off and onto the floor. Heart racing as you finally look at him cock, mouth twitches at the thought of finally doing this with the guy you’ve been crushing on for years. 

“Is this still okay?” You ask he responds quickly

“Yeah this okay, its-its great” saying as his chest rises and falls at a quick pace and you smile leaning in to kiss him, your left hand supporting your weight while the other opens and rummages around your top drawer until you finally stop and smile into the kiss pulling away muttering a quick ‘found it’ as you pull out a small bottle of lube using your thumb to pop open the cap and moving to sit on your knees in between his legs, pouring a generous amount of the content out and onto your palm rubbing your hands together to spread onto both hands and to warm it up. Now warm in your hands you lay on your stomach head leaning against the inside of his right thigh as you grip the base of his cock making sure to apply pressure and starting a pump his cock with a slow but tight grip his breath getting heavier, he whines 

“Please stop teasing me.” He says breathlessly, his right arm thrown over his eyes. 

“I’m sorry baby you’re right.” You say giving him puppy eyes as you lean your head up lips gently wrapping around the tip of his flushed cock, gently twitching on the top of your tongue, lips sealing completely around his tip as your head slowly starts a shallow bobbing motion and wrapping your hand around his base to pump what you can't take but also making sure to gently suck and hollow your cheeks. Izuku lets a gasp slip past his swollen lips from the kissing and biting, hips jerking up as he feels your mouth engulf him in the warm and wet heat of your mouth. His hands trembling to find purchase on something around him as you successfully swallow down to his base, your nose pressed against his little bush of curls as you breathe through your nose calming yourself down as you feel your throat constrict. Looking up at him your own eyes starting to get teary from the intrusion while his the same, eyes teary and gripping uncomfortably at your sheets realizing he doesn't know what to do with his hands you grab his hand and place it on the back of your head making eye contact as a sign it's okay to take control. Izuku is admittedly a little nervous about it but once you go back to bobbing your head up and down using your hand to pump whatever you can't fit, he instinctively grabs a fist full of your hair and lets out a moan

"Fuck baby, I don't wanna hurt you” he says breathlessly, his rough hands caressing your cheeks, eyes starting to water as the intrusion starts to feel uncomfortable but refusing to stop, the noises he makes causing more and more slick to coat your inner thighs. With a huff you pull away, saliva and pre cum making a sticky string that connects your bottom lip to the tip of his cock, gently kissing his flush pink tip before completely pulling away, hand still wrapped around his cock as you lean up and kiss his cheek before whispering in his ear 

“Cmon do this for me, you wanna be good right? You wanna make me happy? Huh?” You ask in a teasing manner, pumping his cock, gently kissing the outer shell of his ear as his breath gets caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing.  God he really does want to be good. So he nods breathlessly and you smile going back down and gently kiss his tip your tongue poking at the slit of his cock causing him to whine. Izuku puts his rough hand on the back of your head and with his new found confidence he starts to control the pace you go at his hips bucking up causing you to gag and grab at his thighs, him not seeming to care until he's on the verge of cumming and he pulls you away. With his large hands pulling you away, can't help but to let out a whine at the sudden lost of your mouth being full.

"Damn baby. I was about to come" he says chuckling as his green curls stick to his sweaty forehead. You whine again asking

"What's so wrong about that? I was just getting started"

"Because baby I wanna feel you around me when I do cum" leaning down and kissing you as he guides you to lay down under him a big smile on your face as you realize this is finally happening.

"What's got you so giddy baby?" He asks fingers trailing down between your legs

"You" is all you say. And he matches your smile instantly muttering a quick "okay fair" his fingers pinching at your thick thighs causing you to whine and mutter a 'hurry'. Izuku huffs but gives in to your demand, middle finger gently putting pressure on your clit over and over until he decides to slip a finger inside curling it causing you to gasp and moan

"Fuck your fingers are so much thicker than mine."  You say huffing at the stretch.

"Yeah? You touch yourself like this?" He asks his fingers curling inside as he lays himself on top of you causing you to gasp from the pressure on your chest, he makes his way to your right ear gently nibbling and sucking at the shell of your ear, breathing heavy in your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine as let out an audible whine. You feel him smile against your ear, working you open on his thick fingers causing you to grip at his biceps nails breaking skin his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles, thick fingers pushing up against the spongy spot inside of you causing your thighs to spasm.

"Fuck zuku! I'm gonna cum" You say gasping for air, grabbing his bicep, causing these crescent shaped imprints to turn into scratching. Hearing him as he praises you urging you to cum like the good and pretty girl you are. Having no other choice but to give in as your eyes roll to the back of your head and that tight coil inside of your stomach snaps,back arching as you grip at the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white from the pressure.  Your chest is heaving as you watch Izuku like his fingers clean him letting out a groan of satisfaction. Slowly crawling to sit between your legs as his bulge rubs against your thigh.

"Cmon zuku let's finish" you say extending your arms around his neck pulling him down for a heavy kiss as you grind up on his hard cock, he moans into the kiss and nods excitedly as he pulls his boxers off his hard cock spring free a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he grips the base of his cock and jerks himself off all while looking at you. He moves closer and rubs the head of his cock against your clit, your thighs squeezing around his hips

"Condom bab?" He asks you shake your head slightly

"I'm on the pill. It helps to regulate my period." He hums in acknowledgement as his tip gently pushes against your entrance. Gently prodding until the tip is in and your eyes roll back as he pushes into you more. Your thighs quivering around his hips as you scratch at his back. The feeling of being stretched and filled is so new but you notice that your not the only one struggling as Izuku's eyebrows are knit together is concentration and he pushes into you more.

"Mhm zuku touch my clit please?" You asking whining the stretch is starting to become to much as your eyes water.  He nods at your words, his thumb latches to your clit and moves in tight circles as he starts to move his hips. Your back arches as his thrusts get faster and his thumb moves faster at your thighs quiver and shake around his hips.

"Mhm zuku i-i think I'm coming" you say as you grip his shoulders begging him to kiss you and to keep going.

"Mhm I love when u beg like that don't work love I won't stop not till I feel you creaming on my cock" as he says this the tip of his cock hits that spongy spot inside of you that cause you to cum with a cry of his name as and your chest heaves up and down.

"Mhm fuck I can feel you squeezing me inside cmon princess you gotta let up or I won't be able to pull out." He says inbetween pants

"'m trying zuku." You whine out starting to feel the overstimulation of his cock and thumb.

"I-i I'm coming again please slow down!" You say practically sobbing at this point

"Shh don't worry I'm so close where do u want me to cum?" He asks sucking more marks into your skin

"Inside! I want it inside!" You whine noticing his hesitation, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips causing them stutter as he let's out a gargled moan cumming inside of you. Your legs finally give way and drop down as he pulls out of you watching at how his cum leaks out of your bartered hole causing him to groan to himself. He stands up pulling his boxers on and you grab at his arm with a confused look.

"I'll be right back love I gotta go get a wash clothe to clean you up." You smile at that

"I have baby whips in my top drawer under my vanity." He nods in acknowledgment and opens the drawer pulling them out and pulls 3 out of the container before putting them back walking back to you

"Open your legs baby I gotta clean you up" and you lazily opening your legs up to him the second time that night. He smiles

" you're such a good girl always listening to me and being good." You blush at the praise and smile  as he continues to clean you up. Once he's done he kisses your head and lays down next to you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling your blanket up as you both drift off to sleep contempt with how it went down.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

#mha smut #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bnha smut #izuku smut #mha x chubby reader #izuku x chubby reader #bnha x chubby reader #plus size reader smut #bnha midoriya #midoriya smut #plus size reader #deku smut #mha deku #dacryphilia

[demonytekav]

“Nice moves out there today, Titsuki!”

Silence fills the locker room and everyone freezes as they look over at the explosive ticking time bomb of a human.

Katsuki drops the tank top he normally wears under his school uniform and was getting ready to put on after his post class shower in favor of spinning angrily around and giving Kaminari a filthy glare. “What did you just call me fuck face?” He growls out.

Kaminari whimpers as Katsuki closes in on him and grabs him by his shirt collar before slamming him up against the lockers. “Hey hey hey! No need to be rough man!” He cries holding his hands up in surrender. Glancing around he see’s the others have turned back to their own lockers pointedly ignoring them. Cowards.

“Do you wanna die today? Because I can make that happen right fucking now. I dare you to say it again.” Katsuki snarls. How dare this little fuck call his pecs tits. He’s a man for fucks sake!

“I-well I thought it was a cool name you know?” Kaminari grunts from the force of Katsuki’s hold. The explosive blonde holds his other hand up and cracks off a few small explosions pressing Kaminari harder into the lockers. “Okay okay! I’m sorry! I wont say it again!”

Katsuki slams him into the locker again for added effect before letting him go. As he turns his back he growls. “Dont call me that shit again or you’re going 6 feet under, you got that?”

Kaminari gulps as he chuckles a little rubbing his chest. “Sure man, just dont be mad at me. I didn’t come up with it.”

Katsuki pauses as he leans down to pick up his shirt from the floor fingers about an inch from the fabric. “What?” He questions while gritting his teeth in anger.

“Dude shhhh!” Sero loudly whispers desperately trying to get Kaminari to shut up.

Sweating Kaminari tries to back peddle. “Uh hah, never mind, I promise I wont say it again dude. Was just for fun you know?” He’s facing his own locker when he feels a tremendously violent presence directly behind him. He screeches as one of Katsuki’s hands slam on to the locker next to him.

“Give me a name Dunce face. Or I’ll make it hurt.” The angry blonde rumbles menacingly. Everyone knows Katsuki is doing this for show. While he isn’t necessarily as violent and mean as he used to be he’s gotten created about getting back at them.

“Y-y-you know, let’s just for-forget this ever happened yeah?” Kaminari chuckles knowing it’s useless to get out of this. Always worth a try though. Fear rips through him as the raging blonde behind him takes a deep breath and he just caves. “Okay okay! It was Deku! I swear man!”

Katsuki stills. “Deku?” He asks completely confused taking a step away from Kaminari.

“Yeah! He-“

“Dude!” Kirishima and Sero both shout frowning at Kaminari snitching on their classmate and friend.

“No no, let him talk. I want to hear what he has to say.” Katsuki snaps at them before turning back to Kaminari. “Go on, explain.”

Kaminari chuckles nervously and turns around to face him. “You know the other day when he got hit with that quirk? The one that you know, loosens you up and makes you act like you’re drunk or something?”

Katsuki does remember that. He’d been pissed Izuku had gotten tagged with a quirk by some shitty car thief and even more pissed that his team mates Kirishima, Tape Arms, Dunce Face, and Frog Girl didn’t stop it from happening. Katsuki himself would have but he was busy tying up the thief’s partner in crime. Impatiently he his eyebrow at Kaminari indicating for him to continue.

“So he might have been a bit out of it-“

“A bit?” Kirishima snorts resigned that the green haired hero is about to be snitched on.

“-and was looking your way while you were finishing up with the other perp. The name might have slipped out as you bent over.” Kaminari chuckles rubbing the back of his head.

“What.” Katsuki deadpans.

Tape Arms snickers now on board with sharing the story. “Yeah dude, you bent over and we all got a flash of your man cleavage. Poor guy literally tripped over himself when he saw it. Started mumbling and giggling to himself about ‘Titsuki is so pretty’.”

Warmth creeps up Katsuki’s neck. What the fuck? He thinks and blinks as the other three snicker to each other.

“Didn’t wanna out him like that but you know,” Kirishima glares at Kaminari. “Someone opened their big mouth.”

Kaminari opens his mouth to argue ignoring the fact that Katsuki.exe has stopped working in the middle of the locker room but is cut off.

“Opened their big mouth about what?”

Everyone freezes and looks over towards the locker room door to see the green haired man walking in with a confused look on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asks as he makes his way further into the locker room. He frowns as he see’s Katsuki standing in the middle of the room frozen. He looks at Kaminari as he shuffles a bit and rubs the back of his neck.

“Hey man we were jus-“

“Izuku.” Katsuki growls out face and neck red. Izukus attention snaps to him immediately and he freezes at the blondes tone. “Who the fuck is Titsuki?”

A beat.

Katsuki watches as Izuku’s face shifts colors and turns into a bright red. The shorter man’s eyes widen and his mouth opens and closes. As green eyes quickly glance down at Katsuki’s chest and then back up to his face Katsuki feels his heart beat sky rocket. That little shitty pervert.

Izuku squeaks as their eyes meet and he uses OFA to blast himself out of the locker room.

“GET BACK HERE YOU PERVERT!” Katsuki yells as he rockets after him still shirtless.

The boys left in the wake of the other two all place their own palms on their chests over their hearts and pray for Izuku’s safety.

“Maybe now they will stop eye fucking each other from across the room.” Sero mentions.

“Dude, gross.” Kirishima scrunches his nose in mock disgust. Honestly hes just happy for his bros.

“I’m just saying!”

“Well dont. Because now I bet it’ll just get worse and we will have to watch them suck on each others-“ Kirishima laughs.

“DUDE!”

“Tongues! I was gonna say tongues! Sheesh you nasty.” The red head shakes his head still grinning.

…….

“What have I done….?” Kaminari asks now dreading the gross coupley shit those two are bound to get up to.

Sero pats his back comfortingly.

AN: just a fun little idea I had today. Been kinda down and wanted to smile.

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #crack fic

[shadowofroses]

Dreadnaught Love

My Hero Academia

Pairing: AFAB Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Story idea: Reader daughter of Re-Destro is flung into Bakugou during the Hero Provisional Exams, and the Reader's decision to pass off a 'Victim' to him causes them both points.

Idea:

You crossed your arms as you made your way into the Hero Provisional Exams. The examination area filled quickly. Different schools entering in. you were dressed in your Hero Uniform that you designed and your friends mother put together.  

You educated yourself, homeschooled as you will. You didn’t want your parents knowing you wanted to be a Hero. They thought you were training to better yourself, and for your father and grandfather. For the Meta Liberation Front. 

Luckily enough you had your grandfathers quirk. Pyrotechnics. You could generate and launch different types of bombs and manipulate them to your hearts content. You just had to eat a lot of calories to make up for the generation. 

Perfect for a Villain. 

But you didn’t want to be a villain. You didn’t want to be a vigilante. You just wanted to be a Hero. Break away from your family…business…

The Initial Phase you made it through easily. Luckily with no balls hitting your targets. Making it within the Final hundred students and the Help Us Company. 

Seeing everyone splitting up into groups, you ran out to the outer edges. Granted less of a chance to find injured people, however still could happen. There was plenty of people in the epicenter of the damage. 

There were a few people you saved that could walk, and you directed them to the main area where survivors would be going. One person you went to carry, however that was when Gang Orca showed up with his sidekicks.  One aimed at you, blowing both you and a ‘Victim’ away. The person you were carrying let out a scream as you moved to cradle them into taking most of the impact. 

“BAKUGOU LOOK OUT!” You heard someone call out. 

“THE HELL…OOF~”

You felt an arm circle your waist and an explosion sounding, you were afraid you accidentally dropped a grenade.  But behind you?

“Hah?!” Both you and the blond looked at eachother in confusion. 

“She’s kinda cute!~” 

You and the Bakugou in questioned both blushed. And you quickly pulled away, “Thanks for the catch, here take them to safety, I need to kick that guy’s balls in! Sorry if I dropped a Grenade!” You took off again from the same direction you came from. “I’ll keep them from getting to you guys!”

“HAH?!” Bakugou gripped hold of the person and jumped to the side looking for a bomb.

Kirishima watched as an explosion happened in a distance.  “Ah, she has a quirk similar to yours Bakubro. Must have thought she dropped a grenade when you let loose a blast to soften the blow of catching them.”

Bakugou had a glint in his eyes after that, he tossed Kirishima the person who yelped, “Take the extra to safety I’m gonna go kill them!”

“POINTS TAKEN FROM YOTSUBASHI AND BAKUGOU!”

“COME ON! WHAT FOR?” Bakugou exclaimed loudly in frustration, he wanted to join in on the action of the incoming ‘enemies’. 

“Yotsubashi hands me off to Bakugou who is reckless, throwing a victim to another person with talks of killing people! Points taken from both!”

In the end, you had to take remedial courses. Which you weren’t excited for period. 

However, you did draw attention to yourself due to the fact that you were homeschooled. UA managed to reach you first. What seemed to be a couple of teachers and the Principal.  

Aizawa, All Might, and Principal Nezu. The three of them wanted to discuss moving you to UA, when the head of the Hero Public Safety Commission stopped them before they could speak. “Yotsubashi (Name)? Daughter of Rikiya?” you froze at that, and Aizawa’s eyes narrowed in interest.  “We would like to have a talk with you…”

“Now…Hold on, we were wanting to talk to Miss Yotsubashi ourselves…” Principal Nezu announced with a smile. “We would like to invite you to UA.”

“She can’t because she’ll be with Us the HPSC.” The woman said sternly. 

All Might stepped forward, “Now wait a second, shouldn’t this be up to the student and their parents!” Not noticing how you stiffened up even more. 

The womans eyes narrowed. “Don’t worry I know her parents, it’s what is in her best interest.” 

Aizawa placed his hand on your shoulder “What does she want?”

UA students started to run up to their teachers. You gulped, “Whatever…that doesn’t let my parents know… I’m here…” All might and Aizawa looked at you flabbergasted. 

“HEY! ITS THE CUTIE!” 

“Yeah! Yotsubashi right?! Your quirk is like-”

“GAH YOU IDIOT YOU CAUSED ME TO LOSE POINTS!” Bakugou growled out and grabbed the front of your uniform and pulling your face to his before the both of you blushed hard. 

“PFT IF YOU JUST TOOK HIM TO SAFETY WE WOULD HAVE BOTH GOTTEN POINTS WHO IS THE IDIOT?!”  You quipped back, looking anywhere but his eyes. Your eyes widened as you saw sparks ignite from his hands, and you formed a Grenade in your hand by instinct. 

“ENOUGH!” Aizawa exclaimed activating his quirk and his capture cloth caught the both of you. 

“If you want less attention, you’ll be smart to join the HPSC. UA won’t keep you from the Public view. Hawks will be keeping her under his wing.”

Finally released. You turned to bow slightly to the two heroes and Principal Nezu. “Thank you very much for your kind offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go with the HPSC.” You responded, then turning to Bakugou, “I’m sorry you have to take remedial classes because of me and my decision. Good luck next time.” you grabbed his hand swiftly and shook it, causing him to look at you dumbly before turned to walk away. 

Bakugou blinked, “The hell just happened?!”  

#My Hero Academia #MHA #Boku No Hero Academia #BnHA #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katuski x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x you #Bakugou x Reader #x Reader

[faulty-writes]

Hii mrs faulty!

I had this idea! So may i request bakugo x reader where the reader is usually the very quiet kid in class and sits in the corner, and bakugo spots the necklace they have and it seemed pretty cool, bakugo asks where they got it but the reader said they made it but even better with their victims blood in it and bakugo was like amazed, and asked for one too and thats how they slowly got along!

[ Hello dear, anon! Apologies this took a little more time than usual. But, you may request indeed, that's actually a very interesting take on a story. I like it. Let's see how it turns out. ]

A sigh came as you continued looking out the window, your thumb and index finger busy rolling one of the oddly colored beads of your necklace. You were almost grateful that your seat was located in the corner, but you seemed to be the odd one out in the hero course.

You didn't really connect with anyone, but you observed them well enough to know their names and a few things they liked. You also happened to pick up what their triggers were, but some seemed to be triggered by just about anything.

In other words, they were live bombs, just waiting for that perfect moment to explode. Katsuki Bakugou was one of those bombs and you were somewhat grateful that you weren't friends with him or anyone for that matter.

Which probably made it all the more surprising when he walked up to you after class. At first, you didn't notice him as your stare was still fixated on the window and it wasn't until you heard the impatient tapping of his foot that you turned your head.

A soft "Hm?" sounded in your throat and Katsuki's foot came to a stop. But his arms remained crossed and that all too familiar scowl was on his face. "Hey," he said, and you noticed his eyes were directed at your necklace.

You glanced to the side as if unsure whether he was actually talking to you or not. However, you got your answer seconds later when he kicked your desk and startled you in the process. "Hey!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes in an angry glare.

However, you were thrown off by the way he seemed to be smirking at you. Then he pointed, "Where'd you get that necklace?" out of instinct your grip on it tightened. For a moment you wanted to tell him that it was none of his business.

But then an idea came to mind. "Heh..." you dipped your head and smiled before saying, "I made it myself," which was the truth. "With my victim's blood," and that was the lie. Still, you were eager to see the look on his face when you lifted your head back up.

His normal angry expression dropped and he was looking at you with disbelief and a slightly ajar mouth. However, his jaw quickly shut and he placed his hand on his hip. "Oh yeah?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like he was skeptical of your claim.

Then, he returned your smile and crossed his arms once more before he leaned over. "Make me one," he stated, catching you off guard. "Excuse me?" you leaned away, looking at him with a small scowl of your own. "Make. Me. One." he repeated.

You blinked, not actually having expected him to believe your story let alone want you to make a necklace for him. You crossed your arms and glanced back at the window for a moment before shifting your attention back to him.

"Can you say please?" you asked. "No!" he snapped in response before looking away from you. "Dumbass..." he muttered under his breath although you still heard him and sighed in response. "Fine," you said before getting up from your desk.

You were a little uncomfortable with how close he was standing to it, but he stepped away when you proceeded to slip the strap of your backpack over your shoulder. "I'll make you one," you said, stepping past him.

"But I don't see why you want one..." before he had the chance to respond, you scurried out the door. That night, you got to work making him the requested necklace. It was strange just how much effort you put into making it considering he didn't even say please.

Still, it felt good to put your creativity to use, even if it cost you some sleep. Despite the dark circles under your eyes, when morning came you walked over to Katsuki and held out a small rectangular box. "Hm, what's that!?" Eijirou questioned as he pointed at it.

"Well..." you tried to respond, but Kaminari joined in and snatched the box out of your hand. "Some kind of gift?" he asked, shaking the box around while you watched in shock. "Stop being a dumbass!" Katuski screamed while grasping Kaminari by the face.

"I'll blast your stupid ass face off!" he threatened with a furious growl and Eijirou held his hands up. "Whoa there Baku bro! Chill! We're all friends here, right!?" he said with a nervous laugh while you continued to watch the scene with a frown.

"Can I just..." you inched closer, reaching out for the box but Katsuki snatched it away. "Keep your damn hands off of this if you know what's good for you!" he growled at his 'friends' who seemed rather terrified at the moment.

Regardless, he opened the box and paused for a moment as he glanced over the necklace you had made him. "Huh? A necklace?" Kaminari said as he and Eijirou hovered over Katsuki's shoulders. The angry blond ground his teeth together.

"Oh boy..." you took a step back as he yelled, "YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!" which caused the two boys to scatter. "Uh..." you looked around the classroom and ignored the stares as you stepped closer to Katsuki.

"So...do you like it?" you asked, watching as he unclasped it and proceeded to put it around his neck. "Yeah," he said as he smiled at you. Then he took a step closer and lightly punched your shoulder which yet again, took you by surprise.

"Uh..." you looked at him with disbelief and that smile was almost scary. But you tried to return it the best you could. "Uh, r-right," you said a little nervously. "Well, I'm glad you like it um...see you later!" you said, trying to rush past him.

However, he grabbed your arm which caused you to stumble back. You opened your mouth to yell at him, but the oddly calm look he had made you swallow your words. "What are you doing after school?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"W-what?" you responded, making him growl in response. "Answer the damn question! I'm not repeating myself!" you frowned before letting out a sigh. Is this what the beginning of friendship was like? Then again, maybe it wouldn't be bad being friends with Katsuki.

Kaminari and Eijirou seemed to do just fine. "Um...why? I mean would you like to...hang out?" you asked, shyly glancing away from him. "Heh..." he seemed to catch onto the fact that you were nervous but nodded. "Yeah," he said before releasing you.

You took a step back, but he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Don't forget to bring your necklace too." His words oddly enough made you blush. "Uh...right..." you responded before scurrying to your desk, wondering what this potential friendship would bring.

#bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: one shot #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou

[yandere-toons]

Someone: *says something rude about the reader*

Yandere: You talk a lot of shit for someone who's house is so flamable.

Characters that have this vibe:

Patrick Hockstetter

Kai (Ninjago)

Tom Lucitor

Bridgit Pike | Firefly

Iblis (Blue Exorcist)

Smaug

Matthew Patel

Deadpool | Wade Wilson

Godzilla

Hades (Hercules 1997)

Snotlout Jorgenson + His Monstrous Nightmare Hookfang

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston

Zuko

Jesse Gemstone

Lili Zanotto

Red Son (Monkie Kid)

Eric Cartman

Mr Piranha

Vaas Montenegro

Coriolanus Snow

Lord Garmadon

Roger the Alien

Stewie Griffin

Negaduck | Jim Starling

Bender Bending Rodríguez

Rocket Raccoon

Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo

Rin Okumura

Five Hargreeves

The Joker

Shelby Brothers

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Lili Zanotto

Judge Claude Frollo

Mushu

Daemon Targaryen

Joffrey "for someone whose head is so cuttable" Baratheon

Sheldon J. Plankton

Bowser

Emperor Zurg

Emperor Nefarious

Handsome Jack

Trevor Philips

Gremlins

Bakugou Katsuki (early on)

Dabi

Duncan (Total Drama)

Heather (Total Drama)

Honourable Mentions:

Gru + Minions, Vector (Despicable Me), Megamind (when he was villainous), Doctor Nefarious, Gyro Gearloose and Technical Boy would consider arson too lowbrow. In their tech-savvy minds, shrink rays, piranha guns, dehydration guns, atomisation, robot and clone armies and breaking every bone in the person's body all send the correct message.

"Why settle for a house?" wonders most iterations of the Doctor (Doctor Who). "Why not drop them on some desolate planet or in some hostile universe where they die over and over again?" Bill Cipher seconds this notion.

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) would freeze the doors and ice the floors and windows, effectively creating a giant icebox as fires cannot stay burning in his presence.

Dark Helmet, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux and Darth Vader would vaporise the person's house (and planet to boot) from space. If the person was off-world at the time, those who are Force or Schwartz users will proceed to Force-choke or laser the person even after they have lost everything.

Scar (The Lion King) would arrange an accident that is tragically and unavoidably fatal while Shenzi, Banzai and Ed would maul the person in full view of a crowd.

Gaz Membrane is constantly rude to anyone who dares to be her obsession, but if anyone else tries the same rudeness, they will pay. Zim and the two main Tallest also have shades of this.

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5 era): Look, another test subject for Uroboros has presented itself.

Urdnot Wrex, Grunt (Mass Effect 2) and Wolverine are not the burn-your-house-down types. It would be too easy for the person to learn nothing from the experience, such as how much they should be afraid of running their mouth to the wrong stranger in the future. These three will knock the person out before they even finish the sentence.

Yzma has exactly the right potion for this human flea, except that she adds an extra four or so steps to the plan.

Lord Hater invades the scoundrel's home planet with the support of Commander Peepers and his army of Watchdogs, or he may blast the world to smithereens with a laser.

Lord Dominator delights in crushing this pest's home world with her drill and making them watch every life on it come to an end.

Marvin the Martian said it best: "Be polite, or I'll vaporise you."

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Various #Yandere Quotes #Imagines #Gender Neutral Reader #Reader Insert #Fanfiction #Yandere Alien #Alien x Reader #Monster x Reader #Yandere Monster #I Named So Many Characters in This That I've Never Mentioned Before

[imagineanime2022]

Copycat (Male)

Katsuki Bakugo X Male!Reader (Not really)

Wotd Count: 2160

Requested: @supernerdycookietrashblr

Request: may I request  a Bakugou x reader where reader based on jinx from arcane has similar abilities as her. Like maybe in past like middle school Bakugou used to bully her badly to point she called her mean rude names a jinx kinda  reader felt worthless and had breakdowns kinda similar the episode of arcane since I kinda inspired by that maybe she went missing and later becomes psychotic villain that bakugou made her to be and Bakugou regrets his actions and tries to reason with her but she too far gone I hope this makes sense I kinda love jinx charcter Aslo if ok to add those like inner thought that jinx (has like scribbles idk how to describe it in the show ) has from her trauma like for reader when she those moments due to bakugou tramua her Sorry if this seem too much if unable to do it understand I just hope this makes sense

Aslo I love jinx sm so yeah fill free to dm me ask questions

Warning: Death of parents, overall craziness, bombs, Bakugo being an ass

I hope that I did this justice because I do think that this is a really cool idea and I enjoyed writing it.

Female ver.

The first time that you could remember being called a Clutz when you were 5 years old, you were running down the hall when you crashed into an ash blonde kid with sharp features and a tongue to match. He was the one who started the name “Why are you such a Clutz?” He asked with a smirk plastered on his face but then that was when you met your first friend Izuku Midoriya, the cute little broccoli haired kid that helped you off the floor and helped you clean your hands.

Izuku become your only friend but he was a small drop in a large ocean, especially when Bakugo had a following like that of a pro hero, even Izuku chased after him with offerings in hope of acceptance while you tried for a couple of months he never appreciated the little trinkets.

While your parents loved you, they weren’t the best people, they were villains but their suit leant to keeping the identities a secret so after having you they retired hiding away from the life that they lived before. Unfortunately they couldn’t hide from it for very long and before they knew it All For One had found them and proposed a partnership and they refused so you came home to your house burned to the ground. That was where everything started to go downhill. You weren’t in school for about a week while they settled you in your new home but when you went back nothing had changed in fact it only seemed to have gotten worse with everyone getting older and stronger, you had no quirk and no family you were weaker than you had been.

You spent most of your time sketching creations that you wanted to make, “woah what’s that?” Izuku asked as he looked over your shoulder “oh sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I just think it’s really cool and-” “It’s okay Zuku.” You smiled. “I was just thinking about different ways to-” “Rip off other people’s quirks?” Came the harsh voice that you had learned to hate. “What are you up to Copycat?” “Nothing.” You answered voice low as you stuffed your papers into your bag but he grabbed one before you could and unfortunately for you, it happened to be the one that would mimic his. “Did you think that you’d ever be able to handle my quirk?” Bakugo asked as he leaned over you. “I don’t want your quirk.” You argued. “Why is yours better?” He asked. “Kacchan.” Izuku warned. “Oh wait, you and this loser don’t have quirks.” He smirked down at you as he burned the work that you had done. “Just do us all a favor and follow your parents into an early grave.”

The next years of middle school Bakugo chose you as an easy target and you tried your hardest to hide, you spent all your time tinkering away in your room but nothing that you made ever worked. The real problem came when Izuku developed a quirk, one day he was there and the next he was gone. “Izuku!” You yelled when you saw him doing what looked like some crazy training routine. “(Y/N)!?” He seemed shocked and you smiled as you walked over dragging a large scrape metal piece behind you. “What are you doing here?” “I was just looking for some stuff.” You answered, showing him the metal. “What are you doing?” “I’m training, I’m going to take the UA entrance exam.” He answered. “You have a quirk?” You asked. “He’s stronger.” You were sure that was your Mum’s voice, as a loud incessant buzzing sound in your head like static as if they were talking to you through a radio. “I was a late bloomer.” He answered, scratching the back of his head. “He’s lying, look behind him.” Your Dad, your eyes moved to the man standing a few feet away watching you talk. “So your leaving too?” You asked. “Leaving? No! You should come to UA to.” He argued. “I don’t have a quirk Deku remember?” You asked. “Copycat, remember?” “(Y/N)?” He asked softly as you turned away from him. “You don’t need him.” Your Mum said, your head turned in the direction of the voice that you heard. “I don’t need him.” You mumbled to yourself as you continued to drag the metal behind you. “Prove it, get rid of him.” Your father goaded you and you glanced behind you but they were both gone.

You made your way home but when you got there “(Y/N) there you are.” Yuki breathed as you walked into the house, she was one of your foster parents but you could tell something was wrong. “Stay on guard.” Your Dad warned. “There’s someone here to see you.” She said as she led you into the living room where there was a man sitting, he had a green jacket on, latex gloves on his hands, sharp brown eyes. “Your son will be delivered back to you.” He waved them off as he walked over to you and stood in front of you. “Who are you?” You asked. “An old friend of your parents.” He answered, the moment that he spoke to you the loud noise stopped. “I hear that you like to build things.” “They never work.” You answered and he smiled. “That’s because you don’t have the right material, come with me and I promise everything that you need will be provided for you.” He answered, you looked at the people who had been looking after you and it was in the moment that you realized that no one in your life was around because they wanted to be, they all just felt sorry for you. That was the day that you disappeared.

A few days later the police showed up at UA asking to talk to Bakugo and Midoriya. “Do you two remember this girl?” They asked, they both looked at the picture and nodded. “Have either of you seen him recently?” He asked. “The last time I saw that Copycat was on the last day of school.” Bakugo answered. “Mmm we heard that you didn’t get along.” The police officer said. “Is there a problem with that?” Bakugo asked. “Well he’s gone missing, his foster parents reported him missing a few days ago, you two are the only people in the class that remember him.” The officer explained. “Missing?” Izuku asked. “I saw him a couple of days ago, I was training for the test here, he was angry at me I think.” “Angry?” The officer asked. “he didn’t have a quirk so I guess he felt like he didn’t belong here, I always thought that he could be in the support class though.” Izuku explained. “Well you're wrong, he never would have fit in here.” Bakugo cut in. “Do either of you know where he might have gone?” The officer asked. “No.” Both of them answered one sounding more regretful than the other.

Years past before either of them saw you again, they were both established pro heroes. At first they were just hearing of someone building quirk replicating equipment for villains, but then a name was added to the action, the person had apparently called themselves Copycat and finally there was a picture given to all heroes after you had been seen doing a deal and there was no doubting it, the one that they were looking for was you.

“Hey you okay?” The low level thug clicked his fingers in front of your face, the jarring noise causing an explosive banging in the side of your head. “Stop that and give me my money before I put a bullet between your eyes.” You ordered and he frowned. “Yeah whatever.” He muttered as he slid the case towards you, you opened it and quickly checked the money before nodding to yourself and throwing him the grenades. “Woah what the hell are you doing!?” “Try not to kill yourself, they’re about as explosive as the pro heroes personality.” You informed him hopped out of the window of the abandoned building and disappeared down the alley. “How does this help you!?” Your mother asked as you rolled your eyes, slamming the gate behind you and hoping to shut up the voice in your head. “He’ll come to me soon enough.” You mumbled as you opened the door to your hidden workshop. “And if he doesn’t?” She asked. “Then I’ll take the fight to them.” You answered. It only took a few more dealing in the open to draw the heroes attention but the first person to find you was not who you were looking for.

“Shoto right?” You asked. “Former No.1’s son?” “Correct.” He answered and you sighed. “Well you're not who I’m looking for.” You shrugged as you pointed the gun at him “care to have a little fun.” You shot and his teeth gritted as your bullet hit him through his fire. “Hurts doesn't it? Last person that I tried it on said the same thing.” “You hurt people a lot, Copycat?” The smirk that stretched over your face at the voice you heard was nothing short of deranged. “Only the ones that hurt me first.” You answered as you swung around throwing a knife at him before disappearing from view. “Where’d he go Icyhot?” He asked. “This is your chance to kill him now!” Your Dad’s voice urged you on. “Dynamite… Did you know the nitroglycerin that your body produces gives off poisonous fumes?” You asked as you fitted the mask to your face, he glared at you as you sat on the scaffolding platform. “There’s no windows in here so if I drop this and it doesn’t explode, you’ll suffocate to death doesn’t that sound fun.” “What the hell do you want?” He asked. “Me? I want you to understand what you did.” You answered. “I remember there was a time when I would have done anything for you but you laughed in my face and it wasn’t good enough when I stayed away from you and that wasn’t good enough.” “He’s not the same person that he was before.” Shoto said. “Stay out of this Icyhot!” Bakugo warned him. “That's good because I’m not the same person either.” You shrugged, dropping the glass vial on the floor. “You know what Bakugo?” You continued when he didn’t answer you “you really did grow up handsome. Shame good looks were wasted on a terrible personality.” Before you could say anything else there was a loud crash that caused you to stumble back out of view as bright red flashed across your vision. “Kacchan is he here?” You recognised that voice. “Bet your best friends now that you're both pro heroes.” You glared at them both. “(Y/N) please, we’re still friends, we can still be friends.” Izuku said softly, “you just have to come with me so we can figure this out.” “Don’t trust him.” You Dad warned. “He was your best friend, he wouldn’t lie to you.” Your Mum answered. “Shut up! You mean lock me in a cell in tartarus and throw away the key.” You glared at them. “(Y/N)-” They were cut off by what sounded like a loud explosion, your eyes moved to the direction that it came from as you laughed. “Looks like civilians need your help, what will you do with no hero association?” You asked, Bakugo made a noise of disapproval but was the first to leave, Shoto following after him before finally Izuku left.

After the rescue was complete the three top heroes gathered together “You both know him?” Shoto asked. “He was an old friend, he didn’t have a quirk so he was bullied a lot, looks like he fell in with the wrong crowd when he went missing.” Izuku answered as Bakugo looked up in the direction that they had come from. “I don’t think that we can save him.” Bakugo finally said. “Who’s fault is that?” Deku asked. “I get it Deku, I messed up big time when we were younger. It's my fault and it’s my problem to fix! If I could do things differently I would but I don’t think that there’s anything left to save.” Bakugo answered. “he needs help, if you don’t understand that then you still don’t understand what you did to him.” Deku glared at him. “I know what he needs Deku! I’ve never been able to fix anything that I’ve broken, he is no different, I want to help him change what I’ve done, I know I was a horrible kid and I’ve been trying to make up for it since I became a pro hero.” Bakugo answered. “Then be a hero and save him.” Deku glared at him before walking away. Bakugo watched him leave before walking away, worried about any future altercations with you.

*Part 2*

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#My Hero #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia reader insert #my hero academia oneshot #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

[icyhotness]

Pairing: Todobaku

Rating: Explicit

“No…I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a you fetish.” “A what fetish.” “A you fetish. Infatuation. Obsession. Whatever you want to call it, really.” To say that Katsuki has been shut up would be an absolute understatement. And, really, it is hard to make Bakugou Katsuki so speechless. And yet, he is really really at a loss for words.

“You are so pretty.”

When Shouto had first said that to Katsuki, he’d been downright appalled.

In fact, his very initial reaction was to throttle the other male. To throw a punch with every intention of knocking a tooth or two out of that annoying mouth of his.

“Do you wanna die?”Is what he had, very quickly, followed up the statement with.

Unblinkingly, Shouto shook his head. “No. Why?”

“Because why the fuck did you just say that?”

His expression was blank. Practically empty. And yet, the blond could tell exactly what he was thinking. He could tell that Shouto was not only being honest and sincere, but had absolutely no clue why he was being met with such a harsh response.

Which was aggravating.

But what could he do to someone that was so genuinely confused?

That, though, had only made him more irritated.

“Because it’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”

Thank fuck he wasn’t eating or drinking anything, because Katsuki would have undoubtedly choked on it.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

At that point, Shouto stuck a finger into each ear to plug and then unplug them. He cleared his throat and then repeated himself, “It’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”He then stopped and tilted his head a bit, as if pondering for a moment before continuing. “In fact, I really enjoy it. Every time I look at you I find a new thing to admire about you.”

The room felt like it was getting hotter but Katsuki wasn’t stupid.

He knew that he was as red as the left side of Shouto’s hair. Worse yet, he was also acutely aware of the rave that was raging in the depths of his stomach.

“What the fuck are you trying to say, IcyHot?”

Shouto had simply shrugged at that. “I don’t know. Just being honest. Why?”

Katsuki was baffled. Completely and utterly stumped.

Fortunately, that is where the interaction had ended.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it at all.

Shouto would continue to drop compliment bombs on the blond. Any time. Anywhere. Whether they were alone, or accompanied by others.

Sometimes he did it outright. Blurted it out and made the entire room go silent. Their classmates would gawk, staring in apprehension as they waited for the inevitable. Which was, of course, Katsuki going off on him and threatening to kill him (though he never even laid a finger on him).

Other times, though, he’d do it covertly. He’d lean in while no one was paying attention and would say it quietly enough for only Katsuki to hear.

These times—with these quiet compliments—he always got a bit more personal. Sometimes, they’d even feel a bit…sensual. Less like a compliment and more like he was hitting on him.

Like, for example, they had all gathered in the common room to play some games and hang out. It was nothing wild. Nothing that they hadn’t already done dozens of times before.

Katsuki had gotten done lecturing Denki and Hanta about how to play the game correctly. The two took the scolding before the entire group had quickly dissolved back into its usual variety of chaos and mess. Everyone was talking over each other. Telling jokes. Laughing.

So, with them all distracted, Shouto leaned in and said, “I’m sorry. Your pretty lips were distracting me so I hadn’t heard what you said.”

That time, the blond had been drinking some water.

And so he choked on it.

Some had even shot out of his nose.

Momo had squealed and flinched back while Eijirou burst into laughter, only for many others to follow suit.

He was a bit embarrassed, sure. But, more than anything, his heart was attempting to jackhammer its way out of his chest.

He quickly made his exit with the intention of cleaning himself up, but not before going on a rampage and nearly blasting a hole into one of the couches.

It was after that, that Shouto had become even more provocative. Teasing, in a way.

He never crossed any kind of lines, but he most certainly tiptoed around some. He went just far enough without ruining any plausible deniability. Which was both impressive and infuriating. And really, Katsuki was absolutely sure that if, at any point, he voiced any discomfort or issue, Shouto would have stopped.

But he didn’t. So, in turn, Shouto didn’t.

But that plausible deniability trick sure was annoying.

Because for a long time Katsuki wasn’t sure if he was just reading too much into things. He wasn’t sure if he was just overthinking and, maybe, Shouto really was just doling out compliments. Just…without tact or forethought to what he was saying and how it sounded.

At least…that’s what he had thought before.

But now? Now he knows full well what this is.

Shouto is very clearly hitting on him. Shouto, very clearly, has feelings for him.

Katsuki had no issue with admitting to himself that he found Shouto attractive as well because…duh. That was obvious. He’d have to be working with negative brain cells to not see how handsome and good looking he is.

Katsuki also had no problem with admitting to himself that the feelings were very much mutual.

At first he hadn’t thought much of the other male. Then they took remedial lessons together and they were on friendly enough terms. But, from there, they grew closer and closer. Going back and forth between each other’s rooms to hang out and study together…alone.

The little inside jokes they’d begun to share. The way they had begun to learn each other’s expressions—to the point that they pretty much knew what the other was thinking without any words being spoken.

They got close. Very close.

But it wasn’t until Shouto began his rather unique approach to flirting that Katsuki had realized that the stirring feelings inside were not, in the least bit, friendly.

The problem he faces now, though, is trying to figure out how to take the next step.

How to verbalize to Shouto that his feelings are reciprocated.

Because, despite how blunt and tactless the both of them can be, forming his romantic feelings into words is not something Katsuki is familiar with—let alone knows how to do without sounding like a complete ass.

So instead, he bites his tongue and tries to not melt when Shouto leans in close.

The problem now, though, is that the other male has grown a lot bolder.

To the point that he’s even gotten a bit touchy. He’s not afraid to reach and grab for his hand. And, when they’re taking a break from studying to watch a movie or the latest episode of a popular anime they both like, Shouto smoothly and easily wraps his arms around his waist and cuddles him close.

Truly, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t felt his hammering heart.

But, the point is that Katsuki wants to reciprocate. Or rather, more than anything, he wants to give Shouto a taste of his own medicine. For once, he’d like to leave him a blushing, bashful mess.

So when Shouto invites him out to go shopping with him on the weekend, the blond hopes to find some kind of opening. Some kind of opportunity to finally get his revenge.

He doesn’t though.

What he thought would be some kind of cute outing on a perfectly warm sunny Saturday actually turns out to be the quest from hell itself.

Iida’s birthday is coming up and Shouto is looking to get him some stupid reference book…as if the four eyed freak doesn’t have enough of those. But, apparently, this is the last one to complete a certain collection he has.

And…well, the look of determination on his face was just so attractive that Katsuki could not help but give in.

He wishes he hadn’t though.

There’s a hundred and fuck ton of bookstores all across the city, but apparently bum fuck all have the book Shouto’s looking for.

“It’s a collector’s item.”He says as he scours the shelves intently.

Truthfully, Katsuki is a little (read: a lot) pissed off. That would have been nice to know before he had agreed to come along. They’d started their day rather early. At around ten in the morning. It is now almost two in the afternoon.

The sun is rather high in the sky and, with it being August, it’s pretty fucking hot.

They’ve stopped a couple times now for refreshing, ice cold drinks. And even though Katsuki absolutely does not mind being wined and dined, there’s only so much of this heat and this walking he can take before he feels like he’s gonna lose his mind.

They walk out of the bookstore empty-handed yet again.

“Fuck this, Four Eyes is getting a card and a new pencil case.”He angrily grits out.

Just then, though, Shouto reaches out and holds his hand. “One more store. How about that? And if it doesn’t have it then we can go with your idea.”

What a dirty fucking trick.

Especially because he’s using his cold side. He is, both literally and figuratively, cooling Katsuki off.

A dirty fucking trick indeed.

“Fine. But you owe me big time for this, Half n’ Half.”

Shouto simply smiles softly and squeezes his hand gently. “Deal. Whatever you’d like. Besides, I have a feeling this next one will have it.”

And of fucking course he’s right.

At the very next bookstore they go to, they manage to find the book that they—or more like Shouto—had been searching so diligently for.

So, thankfully, the quest is over. The dragon has been slayed. But the journey, itself, is not over. The heroes still have to return home.

And home just so happens to be on the other side of the god damn city because of course the only bookstore to have it would be so far away.

The journey back takes just about as long as they stop frequently for cold drinks. And, most likely in an attempt to appease, Shouto winds up buying just about any and every snack Bakugou shows any genuine interest in.

So…okay, it’s not like it’s torture or anything. But the fact remains that now his feet fucking hurt.

Upon finally arriving back to the dorms, the pair split up. Shouto goes up to his room to wrap and put away the gift while Katsuki readily heads to the bathroom to bathe.

On his way up to his room after a much needed, warm soak, he passes by Shouto who appears to have had the same idea.

“Wanna come to my room later?”

Katsuki simply grunts in response, but Shouto knows that that particular grunt means ‘yes’ so he smiles and then continues heading to the bathroom.

Finally able to relax, the blond all but melts into his bed. The warm water soothed most of his aching muscles so he is feeling rather loosened up and thankfully he’s not on his feet anymore.

Time flies by with him just laying there. He doesn’t realize how much time has flown, though, until Shouto is opening up his door with the passcode Katsuki had shared with him.

“I thought you agreed to come to my room.”He says, a slight pout on his face.

Katsuki glances at him, a bit surprised. He does feel a bit bad because he did agree to that. But the thought of having to get up and walk, no matter how close the other’s room might actually be, makes him want to punch a couple holes into the wall.

“My feet are killing me.”He says instead. “No fucking way I’m getting up again.”

Shouto’s pout dissolves then. “Fair…but you could have at least texted me to tell me that.”

Which is true. Katsuki hadn’t been thinking about that.

He responds with a grunt but, once again, Shouto knows him well enough to know that that particular grunt means that he’s sorry and will do better next time. So, with that, the subject is dropped.

“I am sorry about dragging you all across the city today,”He says as he seats himself on the foot of Katsuki’s bed. “I knew it was a fairly rare book, but I didn’t think it would take us that long—and far—to find it.”

The grunt this time means, you’re forgiven.

And yet, despite knowing that, Shouto still wears a slight frown on his face.

“Your feet really do hurt, huh?”

“You think I’d be lying about that?”

He shakes his head and then his expression darkens. Before Katsuki can take it back and try to lighten the mood, Shouto’s expression is lightening.

“Would you like me to massage your feet?”

“Huh?”

“I did say I’d do anything to make up for it. And even though you’re trying to make me feel better about it, I do still feel guilty.”

Okay…fair.

Besides, a foot rub doesn’t sound too bad.

Katsuki smirks and raises his feet up only to plop them into Shouto’s lap. “Well then, get to it.”

He’d meant to feel superior, and yet he feels like he’s been had. Like he��d fallen into Shouto’s trap, because the way that he readily begins almost makes it seem like he just knew the blond would agree.

Still, he’s not too bad with his hands.

Shouto focuses on one foot first, digging the heel of his thumbs in with just enough pressure to satisfy rather than hurt. The way his hands expertly massage up and down the expanse of his foot makes Katsuki question whether he’s done this before.

Briefly.

Only briefly.

Because then his eyes are fluttering shut and he is relaxing into the touch.

Perhaps, though, he’s relaxing a little too much.

Soft moans of approval slip from his lips. He does not hear them himself, though. Not until Shouto digs in a bit dipper and the soft moans morphs into a stable, lurid whimper.

His eyes snap open and the apple of his cheeks begin to grow warm.

“I—”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Katsuki was just about to suggest that they put an end to this massage session. He could feel his dignity crumble and wanted to hold onto what little of it he had left, but Shouto’s question stops him dead in his tracks.

“What?”

“Can. I. Kiss. You. Right. Now.”

He says it slowly. Deliberately. So that Katsuki hears it all and does not mistake or misunderstand his words in the slightest.

“I—um…yes.”

His reply is soft and hesitant. And just as his eyes are about to close—readying for Shouto to lean in—he realizes that that is not the case. Instead, Shouto raises his leg just a bit higher and kisses his foot. First one, then the other.

“What the hell?”

“You said I could.”

“I thought—”He stops, not even sure of what he should say. When Shouto asked if he could kiss him he was not expecting for the other to kiss his fucking feet, of all things. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

Shouto chuckles and then presses his lips to Katsuki’s other foot. “No…I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a you fetish.”

“A what fetish.”

“A you fetish. Infatuation. Obsession. Whatever you want to call it, really.”

To say that Katsuki has been shut up would be an absolute understatement. And, really, it is hard to make Bakugou Katsuki so speechless. And yet, he is really really at a loss for words.

Besides, what the fuck is he even supposed to say to that?

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to say anything. Because Shouto just continues right along, as if he hasn’t dropped the bomb of all bombs.

“From the top of your head, to the bottom of your feet.”And then he kisses the soles of his feet. First the left, then the right. “I am in love with every inch of you. Inside and out.”

You know what? Katsuki gives up.

Whatever expectation or hope he had of turning the tables and leaving Shouto speechless and blushing has absolutely disappeared. He lost. Fair and fucking square. And it’s not like he can even bother to be annoyed by that, because the way Shouto is looking at him is making the fireworks go off in his stomach.

And as if he can’t do anything more shocking, Shouto’s lips engulf his big toe as he begins sucking on it.

It feels weird.

Hot. Wet. A bit slimy, honestly. But the more he gets into it—the more he sucks on it—the less he’s focusing on the action itself. Shouto’s tongue circles the tip of his toe, licking as he sucks. His hands gently yet firmly hold him place and the whole time, he does not break eye contact.

It does not take long for his mind to travel and for Katsuki to wonder what it would feel like if it weren’t his toe, but rather his cock that was in Shouto’s mouth.

Once that thought crosses his mind, it’s practically all he can think about. And, for the first time, he’s really focusing on Shouto’s mouth. His lips. How they look—glassy and slick with spit yet soft and inviting. He notes how velvet sleek his tongue is. How skillful his tongue is.

Another whimper leaves his mouth.

He’s embarrassed.

Katsuki is embarrassed.

Getting so worked up about getting his toe sucked is embarrassing.

But before he can retreat back into himself, Shouto is releasing his toe from his mouth. Instead, he presses a kiss to his ankle.

“I love your long, strong legs.”He says as he leaves a kiss. “And your thick, muscular thighs.” This time, the kiss is sharp. His teeth drag along the skin exposed by his athletic shorts. He nips and sucks, not satisfied until he’s left a small mark in his wake.

Up his body, Shouto trails. He leaves kisses everywhere as he worships his body. As he tells him about every part of him that he loves.

Like his small, delicate waist. His taut, defined abs. His big, broad chest. His shoulders. His hands. His neck. His everything, really. And then, of course—

“And your sweet, pretty lips.”

It starts off slow. Gentle. Sweet. Delightful. The way Shouto kisses him makes him feel warm. Makes him feel giddy. His hands gingerly cup his cheeks as their lips lock. But the longer they stay connected—entwined—in this way, the less sweet the kiss is and the more hungry it becomes.

The more hungry he becomes.

Katsuki wraps his arms around Shouto’s neck and pulls him in closer as he slips his tongue into his mouth.

He’s desperate for a taste. He yearns for more.

A moan crawls up from his throat as he loses himself to the kiss. As he tastes Shouto for the first time and falls in love all over again—as he realizes that the male on top of him tastes like mint, with a heavy undertone of addiction.

He grips Shouto tightly, holding on for dear life as he feels his sanity float away with every passing moment that their lips stay locked.

Katsuki doesn’t even realize that he’s begun to rut into Shouto’s thigh that is firmly planted between his legs. But Shouto does. Of course he does. How could he not?

Much to the blond’s dismay, the kiss is interrupted as Shouto finally pulls back. Perhaps for air, but Katsuki was perfectly fine without it. He didn’t need it. It hadn’t even crossed his mind.

He pouts.

Full blown pouts—completely and entirely upset that Shouto would pull away from him for something as inconsequential as air. But then the other male brings his hand up and holds his face gingerly.

Katsuki wonders what it is that he’s up to, but then Shouto is slipping his fingers between his lips.

He does not need any coaching for what to do next.

His lips close around the fingers and he sucks. He licks. He slobbers and spits.

“Good boy.”Shouto mutters and then his now thoroughly coated fingers are finding their way past the waistband of Katsuki’s shorts and boxers.

Normally, he’d argue that he’s not a dog. That he’s not a little kid either. But right here and right now, he doesn’t mind it at all. Much to his own surprise, truly. Because the compliment sends electricity through his body. He wants to hear that more. So much more. In fact, he needs to. If not, it really feels like the world will end.

“I love you, Bakugou Katsuki.”Shouto says as his fingers coat Katsuki’s cock with saliva. “I love everything about you.” He is teasing him. The tips of his fingers ghost over the blond’s aching cock. He doesn’t really touch him. Not yet. “I love you when you’re angry. When you’re sad. Happy. Moody.” Finally, he wraps his hand around him. But he doesn’t do anything. Just simply holds him as he twitches and aches and desperately desires for more. “I have loved you for so long. I love you with my whole heart. My whole soul. With every inch of my body…and I know you feel the same way.”

Finally—finally—he begins stroking him.

Slow, yet purposeful.

It’s enough to have Katsuki’s toes curling and his back arching.

His trembling hands grip Shouto’s shoulders and once he finally reaches some kind of mental plateau—where he can finally gather his thoughts and manage to form coherent sentences—he replies. “You do? How did you know?”

Shouto smirks.

“Because I know you.”

He tries to rut into his hand. He tries to initiate more, but a firm hand is placed on his hips to keep him right where Shouto wants him.

And, clearly, he wants him teetering on the edge of insanity.

“Not yet.”Is what he says, smirking when Katsuki begins to grow frustrated. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

Shouto clicks his tongue and slows his pace down even more. “You know what.”

The blond nearly chokes. He feels like he’s already been run ragged. This game he’s playing puts himself at an obvious disadvantage. Still, he can’t help but push back.

“Why do I have to say it if you already know it?”

Shouto leans in and nips at his neck. As he strokes his cock, his hand squeezes slightly as it reaches the head before loosening as it glides back down.

The act has Katsuki seeing stars and, once again, his back arches off the bed. He can’t help the way he pulls on the hair of the nape of his neck and any attempt to quiet down his moans has been completely abandoned.

“Because everything tastes sweeter when it comes from your lips.”

And then he does it again, but this time his nail digs ever so slightly into his sensitive tip.

That last bit of pride he had that he’d been trying to preserve completely dissolves. The last, tiny bit of reservation he had disappears and Katsuki fully gives in.

He’s a trembly, teary eyed mess as he cries out. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Shouto. I’m so—fuck, that feels good—in love with you. I was just too shy and prideful to speak up.”

Finally, Katsuki gets what he’s so desperately sought after.

Shouto’s pace increases while his lips descend upon his. He is so completely and utterly enveloped by the other male, but does not mind it one bit. Rather, he wants even more.

“Shouto—please.”

His ministrations stop and, regretfully he pulls away from him once again. This time, it is to look Katsuki in the eyes. To make sure that he’s sure. And though no words are exchanged, everything is clearly expressed.

“Where—”

“Middle drawer. Beneath the old homework papers.”He instructs.

While Shouto retrieves what he’s looking for, the blond shimmies out of his shorts and underwear and then takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He then begins to pull at Shouto’s shirt, wanting it, too, to be gone.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long.

In his hands are a box of condoms, lube, and…a vibrator.

The unearthing of the last item has the blond growing a bit embarrassed.

Not that it’s weird to masterbate but…well, it’s one thing to do it and it’s another thing entirely for someone to unearth your toys.

“I just…”He mumbles, looking away. “I would sometimes—”

But then Shouto is leaning over and pecking his lips. “S’okay,”He tells him. And then he tosses it behind himself and begins undressing. “But, you won’t be needing that anymore.”

“No?”

“Not like you’ve needed it before, at least.”He replies as he, too, is finally stripped bare.

It’s not like Katsuki has never seen Shouto shirtless. In fact, he’s seen him naked before. The dorm baths aren’t exactly private and besides, they’ve taken a few trips to the hot springs during the winter time with their now blended friend group.

But that was something else entirely.

Besides, he definitely tried his hardest to not look at Shouto back then.

This is different.

He is hesitant as his hands explore the strong, sturdy chest in front of him. Up and over his solid, reliable shoulders and down his toned, muscular back. His hands then come back around at his waist, allowing him to caress Shouto’s cut abs.

When he looks up at him once again, he realizes that Shouto has been staring at him—watching him—intently, this whole time. And if he had felt warm before, he feels hot now. Like he’s burning under his intense, ravenous gaze.

“S-Sorry…I’ve just always wanted to do that.”

Shouto smirks at that, “You don’t have to apologize.”

And then he grabs the lube and removes the cap.

One lubed finger circles his rim, forcing a loud mewl out of him. His head is tipped back, pushing against the pillow beneath him while his eyes are squeezed shut. His breath hitches once again but he immediately chokes on it when that finger enters him.

Shouto works it slowly into him before pulling it out and does so over and over again. His pace is slow. Too slow.

But just as Katsuki is about to complain, Shouto wraps his other hand around his cock. Up and down slowly, teasingly. His lubed palm drags down his shaft, squeezing slightly as he reaches the base.

“S-Shou—”

“That’s it, let me hear you.”

Fuck.

And then, just as he is getting distracted by the way he jerks him off, Katsuki lets out a loud, drawn out groan when Shouto slips a second finger inside of him.

His hand and fingers work in tandem, causing the blond to grow weak. Weary. It’s too much. The pleasure has him seeing fucking stars despite his eyes being closed so tightly still.

And then he adds a third finger.

Being stretched like this is nothing new.

Aside from the dildo Shouto found, Katsuki has a few other toys hidden here and there. But this—being stretched and toyed with by Shouto—is new. And intense. The good kind of intense. The kind that has him babbling and drooling as his pathetic moans climb higher and higher in volume.

His legs begin to shake and his breathing becomes labored, but just as he is about to orgasm Shouto stops.

The look of surprise and betrayal on his face causes Shouto to chuckle lightly.

“Not yet.”Is what he says. “Not without me.”

“Then hurry up.”

A pinch to the thigh has the blond begrudgingly biting his lip to shut himself up. So, instead of shit talking he watches Shouto put the condom on and wipe the residual lube onto it.

“Does it fit okay?”He asks, slightly nervous.

The other male nods. “You have quite the range of sizes in that drawer.”

“I have toys that come in different sizes…”

Rather than respond, Shouto taps his dick at Katsuki’s waiting entrance and then smirks at the clear desperation on his face.

“I’m gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face.”

“Go ahead and try.”

And he fully intends to. He fully intends on saying or doing something that will finally get Shouto to stop appearing so smug, but then he is slowly slipping his dick inside of him and whatever plan of attack for revenge he was concocting disappears in an instant.

Once again, he goes slow. But this time the blond fully appreciates it.

Being filled by a sex toy and being filled by a real dick are two separate things entirely.

He feels so…full. A different, more fulfilling kind of full.

That “full” feeling soon becomes a “stuffed” feeling which makes his head spin and his mind grow hazy.

Katsuki has never been too hung up on size. He’d experimented with a large toy once but found himself quite content with the more average, to small sized ones. But this—this feeling of being filled to absolute capacity and then some—it turns him practically feral.

And while Shouto rests inside of him, giving Katsuki time to get used to his size, they go back to kissing.

Somewhere between casual and frenzied, they steadily attempt to devour one another. It is a push and pull. A give and take. Tasting and teasing each other until, eventually, the kissing is no longer enough. Until, eventually, Katsuki is rutting into him and whimpering—pathetic and desperate.

Thankfully, Shouto gets the hint.

As he sucks on Katsuki’s neck, leaving more marks along his previously unblemished skin, he pulls out partially only to thrust back inside of him. Shallow. Steady. Slow. They’re both moaning, hardly forming any coherent sentences, but they’re not rushing it.

As he rocks into him, there is a slight sting and burn from the stretch of his cock that is hard to ignore.

It—the sting, the slight burning sensation—feels so good. Feels so addictive that Katsuki has to remind himself to be good. To not rush things. It is difficult though, and soon he loses his battle with his patience.

“Shouto, please.”

He has a smile on his face that is completely blase.“Please what? You gotta tell me what you want.”

Katsuki opens his mouth, to clarify, but finds himself unable to speak as Shouto’s next thrust becomes particularly deep. And he’s just so reactive. His mouth may be able to lie, but his body can’t and it is very apparent that he’s loving the way he’s being treated with this certain flavor of levity.

“Shouto…”He says, whining like a petulant child. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

He feels like he’s losing his mind.

His thrusts have gotten just a tad bit rough. A delightful kind of roughness despite not at all picking up speed. Every time he drives his cock inside of Katsuki, the blond’s body jolts and a high pitched whimper is forced out.

“So greedy, Katsuki.”Shouto whispers, watching as he falls apart. He licks his lips then, and when he speaks again his voice is louder but notably rougher—more ragged.“Such a greedy little hole. So eager to be filled. Too bad you won’t just come out with it and ask properly.”

Katsuki’s back to arches and he yelps loudly after another particularly harsh thrust. His hands, which had been tangled in Shouto’s bicolored locks, are now holding onto his back.

Shouto smiles down at him. “C’mon Katsuki. Just say it. Then you’ll get it.” And when he thrusts this time, he must angle his hips differently because Katsuki feels his brain melt. He clenches around his cock and he begins to writhe underneath him, nails dragging down and leaving scratch marks down his back as his own body uncontrollably jolts and shudders.

The marks on his back will definitely be hard to explain later.

But right now, later doesn’t matter.

Katsuki can feel his face turn red and his hips begin to buck, rocking into every thrust. His entire body begins to tremble and his needy hole twitches again.

So Shouto leans down and drags his tongue along his chest. His tongue circles around Katsuki’s nipple and any response he could have gotten is lost the moment he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. And that’s how he learns that his nipples are very sensitive.

“Ah!”Katsuki groans, his body trembling. As he moves over to the next nipple to give it the same treatment, his fingers grab hold of his freed nipple and pinches it.

“I love that you’re all mine.”Shouto says as he lets Katsuki’s nipple fall from his mouth.

He kisses up his neck and licks along his marked neck. With every thrust, his fingers twist and pull Katsuki’s nipples, dragging more moans from the panting blond.

“I—”He squeaks out, much to his own surprise.

Of all the sounds he’s made tonight, he has never—not even once—heard himself fucking squeak like that.

“Look at you.”Shouto says, continuing to play with his nipples as he fucks him slow and deep. “You could get all that you wanted…if only you would just ask.”

He’s got a mischievous look in his eyes that Katsuki doesn’t trust. And for good reason, because then Shouto wraps his hand around his cock and begins jerking him off once again.

That—the combination of his cock drilling into him at that angle, and his hand around his cock—is what finally does him in. Is what turns him into a teary eyed, begging mess.

“Please Shouto,”He cries as he claws at his boyfriend’s shoulders, leaving long trails of red marks in his wake. “Fuck me. Faster. Deeper. I don’t know, I just need more. Please. Please.”

“See? Was that too hard?”

Katsuki’s eyes all but roll to the back of his head as Shouto finally switches his pace from slow and deep to something much more desperate. And with this level of fervor and intensity, something tells the blond that he wouldn’t have been able to hold out for much longer anyway.

Too bad he’d lost the battle of nerves before Shouto had.

The sound of skin meeting skin enters the current cacophony of lewd and obscene noises that fill the air. And somewhere, in the back of his mind where he still has coherent thought, Katsuki is thankful that the rooms were built to be soundproof. But then he involuntarily begins thrashing about as cries of passion slip from his lips and all that’s on his mind is Shouto and his dick.

“Next time I’ll fuck those thick, sexy thighs of yours.”Shouto mumbles through gritted teeth. “Or maybe these juicy tits of yours.”

“They’re not—”

The argument is lost and replaced with a mewl that has him sounding like a pathetic bitch in heat

“They are tits.”Shouto replies, somehow still managing to be able to entertain such a silly argument. “Look at the way they bounce while I fuck you.”And then he stops his ministrations momentarily. Just long enough to push his pecs together to create cleavage. “But that’s okay baby, I’ll make sure to show you just how much I love these tits of yours.”

Baby? Baby?

And yet, he doesn’t mind the term of endearment. No, he loves it actually. But only because it’s Shouto.

However, as much as he loves it, he’s losing his patience.

“Okay—fuck, fine. They’re tits.”He says, no longer having the mental capacity to continue any kind of back and forth. “Enjoy them as much as you want but please, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

Thankfully, Shouto shuts the fuck up and focuses on making him cum.

It does not take long after that for him to tip over the edge.

Katsuki’s legs tremble then lock as his nails dig into Shouto’s back. He can’t help the way he loudly cries out, as tsunami like waves of euphoria and pleasure wash over him. He’s made a complete mess of himself as cum splatters over his stomach, up onto his chest, and even on his neck and chin.

But he doesn’t care.

And as Shouto pulls out, taking the condom off to jerk himself to finish, he moans and babbles chopped up iterations of Katsuki’s name.

More cum splatters across his body as Shouto finishes, finally collapsing down beside him.

Between them there is no conversation. Only panting and heavy breathing. But soon that, too, lulls and they are met with a blissful air of silence.

…Until the cum starts to grow cold on his skin.

He elbows Shouto, careful to not make even more of a mess than there already is. “Hey, lover boy, clean me off.”

For a brief moment Shouto doesn’t move. He just stares, clearly very satisfied with the scene before him. But when Katsuki elbows him again, he finally gets up and trudges into the small ensuite washroom. He comes out moments later with a damp towel.

Just as he had taken his time kissing nearly every inch of his body, Shouto now takes his time wiping down every inch of him too.

It’s like another—though nonverbal this time—profession of love.

He disappears back into the washroom only to come out moments later, clearly having wiped himself off too.

The moment he is back down beside the blond, he is pulling him in close and cuddling him.

Which is nice. Comforting. Blissful.

Fatigue rests heavy on them both, but there’s just enough energy left to kiss once more.

Softly. Lazily.

No fervor or desperation involved.

And when they finally pull away from one another—both of them with drooping, heavy eyelids—they smile at one another.

“I love you Katsuki.”

“I love you, Shouto.”

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Weeks go by and September has rolled in.

It is yet another weekend that, thankfully, the students are not bogged down with outside hero work or other such responsibilities.

Katsuki, however, made the unfortunate mistake of thinking that he could somehow bake in peace.

But of course not. Of course he can’t bake in peace.

He had been discussing various fall recipes for sweets with Satou when the both of them just decided to get into the kitchen and bake. It’s not like there was much to do anyway and besides, he respects anyone who has notable talent or skill.

And Satou is certainly a skilled baker.

So he doesn’t mind him being in the kitchen with him.

It’s everyone else that’s the problem.

“This isn’t some kind of fucking cooking show.”He barks out for what feels like the nth time, “Stop fucking ogling us.”

“Just one cookie, please Kaachan?”Denki begs despite having already failed miserably at attempting to steal one. The incident resulted in him, literally, getting kicked out the kitchen.

But of course he hasn’t learned his lesson.

A chorus of agreement ripples through the small crowd that has formed and he can feel himself getting ready to explode.

If they all grab a cookie then there won’t be any left for Shouto and the whole reason why he had even thought about baking was to make something for him. So if he doesn’t get one, it will defeat the whole purpose and only serve to severely tick him off.

Just then, Izuku joins the crowd and announces his return with an obnoxious, “I’m back!”

He’d gone out to finally get the new AllMight figurine he’d been ranting about for the past week. And, of course, he asked Shouto to go along. To which the answer had been a “yes”.

So, if Izuku is back then that means—

“I’m back.”

One hand slips through the side of his apron to wrap around him while the other grabs his chin and turns his head. Shouto presses a short, sweet kiss to his lips.

Katsuki is certainly in the mood for more. But he’d rather not get too hot and heavy with his boyfriend in front of their classmates and friends. So instead, he settles for what he can get at the moment.

The hands that had been reaching out, desperately trying to snatch a cookie off the plate, have disappeared.

It’s so quiet a fly fart could be heard from across the room.

Not that the two of them mind…or notice, for that matter.

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