#rip whoever say that to bakugo

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #college au #aphrodisiac #afab reader #smut #reader insert #unprotected sex

[lady-ashfade]

—£ Dumb Bimbo gn reader x yan! Slight bullies bakusquad thought.

They would burn down the world for you. kissing the ground you walk on. praise you for anything you do. but you give them white hairs on how you behave. It was irritating how you couldn’t see how attractive you are or how people drooled at the sight of you. or, how fucking reckless you were in the battlefield.

They chase after you because you were selfless to save whoever needed it and sometimes that meant them. Of course they loved how you wanted to save them but you didn’t know how to control yourself.

The squad would freak out even over the slightest bruises or cut on your skin. They want to wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you safe.

And it was irresistible not coo at your pouted lips when they called you stupid, like you didn’t just do the most ridiculous thing in the world. they’d hold you close and pat your head while saying the most degrading things in a soft voice.

“Dumb baby, couldn’t make it ten minutes without us helping you?” Kats kissed your cheek with a smirk.

Or, when you have to do paperwork you have to sit with one of them to make sure you do it right. you ask so many questions like you don’t have a clue even though you have asked a million times. If you happen to be with katsuki he will just rip it from you and do it himself.

Denki is not aloud alone when he uses his quirk because it’s dangerous. you both would almost kill yourselves with ideas. once he decides to see how far he could throw you, or how much electricity you could take…Both of you were punished.

Mina loves to style you up in cute outfits, your style of course but she faints over your body. she gets on her knees when you show even the littlest of skin. she’s your own cheerleader. brushes your hair and clings to your arm to make everyone know you belong to them.

Sero seems like he’d be chill but he wouldn’t. he loves to tease you so much, asking you questions you don’t know the answers to. or pulling at your clothes saying that if you had a inch of smarts like you have looks then you could be smart. He will not hesitate to roll you up with tape if you get ready to do something, or run away.

Kirishima…finds himself growling like a dog. how pretty you look makes him wanna sink his teeth into you. or, when you pout at them making fun of you, you’ll find your way into his arms. dumb you that forgets he’s just as bad. though he does love putting you on his shoulders and calling you his darling.

Bakugo, is the meanest. he will always call you stupid if you do something. talks to you like you can’t do anything! need to tie your shoes, no he will do it. fighting a villain? he’s there and takes them down. but he also praises you if you say something smart and keeps treats for you. He also blushes on how you look, will pull your clothes up or down because you’re too pretty. He doesn’t want a extra to see you.

You should be lucky to be their dumb little baby.

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[lizhrs]

thinking of king barbarian bakugo with childhood friend y/n who’s slipping away from him

For most of his life, you’ve been the only constant.

Everyone else has left, either died in war or decided his brash personality isn’t enough to stick around and deal with. Those who stay do so out of obligation. He’s their king, they have no choice but you—you actually like him.

You roll your eyes at the insults he throws, giggle at the new nicknames he creates for the people that annoy him and almost stare at him with endearment when he complains about something. He knew you would never leave him, that you would always be there.

His position always had him traveling. If he wasn’t on the battlefield with his men, he was across the country, challenging another tribe leader for their land. And he would always win. Always come back to you more powerful than before with a little souvenir from all the places he’s now claimed.

He didn’t think this time would be so different. Didn’t expect to come home with a gold necklace made specifically for you only to see one already around your neck, one with initials that certainly weren’t your own.

An engagement jewel.

Someone had proposed to you in the three months he was gone and you had the audacity to say yes. Agree to give your life and love—love that was only supposed to be reserved for him to someone else. He abandons his men, most of them too tired from walking hundreds of miles to care as he marches through the bustling crowd.

You’re in front of an old lady, deep in through as you examine the herbs she’s selling. You sense him though, quickly looking up as you hear the thunderous footsteps moving towards you. “Katsuki!” You grin, waving at him.

The gall you have to smile, to greet him like nothing is wrong. Like you haven’t just ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped over it. Years of pining, of keeping his love for you buried deep inside of him out of consideration for you. You two would have no life while he was always leaving, going off to fight some pompous hag who thought they could move onto his territory. He had thought you would wait for him, wait until he conquered most if not all of the neighboring villages. Wait until he was too powerful for even the strongest of men to touch him. Until he was worthy enough to have you, to protect you.

He must’ve been such an idiot. Thinking of you fondly while you were warming some man’s bed. “The fuck is this?” He grunts, eyeing your necklace.

Your eyes widen, hands going to touch the piece of junk. “O-oh. Yeah…that.” You giggle.

“You’re engaged? I’m gone for three months and you’re fuckin’ engaged.”

You purse your lips, seeming actually surprised. “I thought you’d be happy.”

He scoffs, not thinking twice as he grabs the necklace, ripping it from your pretty little neck. “Happy? That ya opened up your legs for some fucker?” He throws it to the ground, not caring about the horrified look on your face

“What the hell is your problem?!”

People are starting now.

This is not how today was supposed to go.

He was supposed to come home, melt into your arms and you both would enjoy the feast his people would throw for his newest achievement.

But you had to go and ruin it all.

“I’m not allowing this.” He grits through teeth.

Your mouth falls open, eyes glaring at him with unabashed ferocity he’s never seen before. “You can’t do that.”

“I’m King. I can do whatever the fuck I please and you’re not marrying the arrogant fucker I’m about to kill for thinking he had the right to take what is mine.”

“Yours?” You repeat, laughing a little too bitterly. “I’m not yours, you condescending fuck. And I can marry whoever the hell I please.” You shove him away, bending down to pick up the necklace.

You stand back up, closer than before. Skin dangerously inches away from his. He stares at your lips, at the plump, mouth watering image, he almost has half a mind to stroke it.

He would sell his soul for a chance to taste it.

“I don’t know what happened on that little trip of yours but you better fix your attitude before I allow you to meet my fiancé.” You huff, walking past him with another shove to the shoulders.

He laughs, trying to quell the burning rage in his chest. His fingers itch, they burn to destroy whatever man you decided was better than him. He’ll kill him. He has no doubt about that, ram his fist into his face until there’s nothing left but mush and bones. Probably mount whatever is left of him on his outer walls, to show you that no one is good enough.

No one but Katsuki.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #bakugo yandere #bakugo fic #mha fic

[pokechampash]

Silent But Deadly

“Maybe eating all that ramen before bed wasn't a good idea” Izuku thought as he groaned, his stomach rumbling loudly. It was morning and Izuku Midoriya had just gotten to his first class of the day but unfortunately for him his midnight snack from the previous night was coming back to bite him in the ass.

“The hell’s wrong with you nerd? You usually have that annoying smile on your face this early in the morning” Bakugo said in his usual low growl like voice, Izuku blushed and tried to his discomfort.

“Oh no thanks Kacchan! Just thinking about slot assignments I gotta catch up on” Izuku nervously chuckled, a low growling sound came from his stomach.

“You gotta take a dump or something nerd?” Bakugo asked in a mocking tone, luckily for Izuku the bell rung and the class slowly started to arrive so he didn't have to answer Bakugo’s embarrassing question.

“Today we'll be learning about the history of pro heros, this will be on your upcoming exam so you can't miss this, therefore no bathroom breaks until we finish” Shota Aiwaza announced to the class, Izuku was mortified as he felt gas bubbling up in his stomach and he knew he'd have to fart soon or he might pop!

“Maybe if I position myself right no one will hear it” Izuku thought as he slightly lifted his muscular ass up and slowly released a huge fart, luckily his plan had worked and no one heard it. The smell was definitely there however. Izuku wasn't too worried as he was seated around Kirishima, Kaminari, Ojiro, and Sero who were all fairly laid back and probably wouldn't be the type of person to announce to the whole class he was letting out fart bombs.

“Okay I'll just keep this up until my stomach calms down, I hope they can't smell them that much” Izuku thought while sweating as we pushed out another silent but deadly, this one had been building up for a while so it really stunk and this time someone said something.

“Damn, it almost smells as bad as your toilet after we had taco bell that one time bro” Kirishima whispered to Sero who was holding back a chuckle, this made Izuku nervous but it didn't seem like they caught on to the fact that he was the source of the smell.

For the rest of the class Izuku’s stomach continued to ache forcing him to rip out more farts, they were always silent, but the constant farting causes the smell to build, leading to multiple reactions from Izuku’s peers.

“Wouldn't be surprised if it was Aizawa” Denki said playfully.

“God it smells like Denki’s room before laundry day” Ojiro coughed.

“Can we open a window or something?” Sero mumbled to himself, fanning the air.

“Whoever’s farting so much is such a wimp, a real man would hold it in til they can release it alone” Bakugo scoffed.

Thankfully Izuku’s prayers were answered and the lunch bell rung and everyone started leaving, he tried making a beeline for the toilet but ended up running right into Kirishima gigantic pecs, he pulled his head out of them and apologized while secretly clenching his huge ass cheeks.

“It's no problem Midoriya accidents happen! Say, wanna have lunch with me and Iida on the roof?” Kirishima asked, sporting his usual smile.

“Erm sorry but I actually have something important to do! Maybe next time?” Izuku said shuffling a little

“Nonsense bro, what's more important than a manly lunch between homies! Please?” Kirishima said flexing his muscles, Izuku couldn't find it in himself to say no so he blushed and slowly shook his hand. They joined Iida and the rooftop and had lunch with Izuku having to hold in all his bubbly farts while he tried to act natural in front of his friends.

“So who do you guys think was farting and causing that rancid smell in class today?” Kirishima asked taking a bite of his cupcake, Izuku was mortified.

“Erm maybe the person just had a stomach ache and couldn't help it” Izuku added in shifting his ass as he felt a huge gas bubble building up in his stomach.

“Even if that was the case they should have excused themselves and apologized for the smell” Iida claimed

Kirishima chuckled at this and made a few jokes which in response made Iida and him have a full blown conversation about the situation, Izuku tuned them out and held his stomach as it growled violently, he moaned as he let out a huge booming fart that rivaled the sound of a train whistle

PLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Kirishima and Iida's eyes widen and they both turned to look at him, gagging as the smell was worse than ever now.

“I-I think All Might needs me for some last minute training before our next class starts!” Izuku blurted out the first excuse that came to mind and rushed away from the two boys completely embarrassed.

“Gotta admit, all thought his farts stink, it's pretty manly he can fart so big and loud!” Kirishima said grinning while Iida facepalmed.

Izuku tried rushing to the bathroom multiple times throughout the rest of the school day but something always seemed to get in the way.

“Sorry this bathroom is closed because someone clogged the toilet. My bets on Kaminari, I saw him drink milk this morning and I know he's lactose intolerant!”

“Hey can I please go first man! I think I'll explode if I don't get in there in the next five seconds!”

“Cmon nerd it's time for some sparring, don't grab my butt in an accident like you did last time!”

Soon enough school was over and Izuku was rushing over to the train hoping to get home fast. As Deku runs, there is a lot of people that are walking very slowly. He starts sweating more, clenching his huge ass cheeks even more and politely rushing past people so he can make the train. While rushing past the crowd, he lets out some nasty farts that get wetter and wetter, staining his All Might boxers.

Before he reaches the train, which was about another minute away, a loud rumble in his stomach caused him to stop and clench with all his might (haha) but clenching does nothing as he feels like he is definitely going to explode in three seconds. Deku rushes and hides somewhere away from people...barely in time before he feels his anal muscles give out. "Damn it! No, please! Just…a little…longer" but it was too late. The diarrhea shoots out violently and leaks through his underwear and down his legs. "AAAH!" His underwear and pants sags from the amount of shit he produces.

He moans as he relieves himself, but he starts crying three seconds later as the realization kicks in. He just shit his pants. He is devastated by the fact that he has pooped his pants, he now has to waddle home past many people to change, and now has to throw away his All Might boxers that he shit in. "Kacchan's never gonna let me live this down if he finds out" Deku whimpers in a defeated tone.

#diarrhea #toilet story #men on toilet #toilet use #anime #male farts #poop scene #my hero academia toshinori #mha deku #bnha deku #deku

[alliseaisfandom]

Silly mha headcanons

I'm new to the Fandom and have just started season 6 so yk don't be mean and don't spoil shit thanks

Iida once stayed up all night studying. When he fell asleep at the breakfast table, the class 'weekend at Bernies' ed him through their classes.

The band members from the school festival have a group chat, whenever one of them is down there's an impromptu jam session in Jirou's room, usually Momo's idea, because none of them can really say no to her

Kirishima is also in the group chat (Denki added him because he's the only one that can make Bakugo actually show up when he's the one not okay)

Jirou sometimes invites Shinso to said jam sessions, he mostly just listens and gives his thoughts, but every now and then he adds some killer vocals, especially when he brings the voice modifier

Aizawa and Mic have a wall at home full of framed news clippings of old students. Not just hero headlines though; there's stories about a career change into nothing relating to heroics, tabloid interviews, and even an engagement announcement (they had a bet going on that one)

Mirio bakes. Really well

The kids of Class 1A found out about Put Your Hands Up Radio and continuously request songs

Baby shark is a favourite. So is Never Gonna Give You Up

One particularly memorable day Mic got the request to recreate the "Salt 'n Pepper diner experience" on air. Once he finished laughing, he did.

They once asked if they could have music during one of their quieter classes, Aizawa said no. The next week, Momo brought in a radio and they turned it on as he walked into the room. Mic was signing off with his favourite song "requested by a very special class"

He still doesn't know how they knew it

(it was Shinso)

They have music now. Occasionally.

Hawks met Eri once. He had a panic attack.

Dabi does that thing where he pushes his tongue against the corners of his lips bc the scars are itchy.(is this bc I cut my lip recently and spent days doing it? Maybeee) He doesn't notice he does it, the league has a standing agreement that whoever mocks it gets dusted. The agreement was created when Hawks joined.

Hawks did in fact notice. He finds it cute.

The league had a secret Santa exchange. Toga got Shigaraki and individually wrapped five tubs of vicks vaporub

He told her to fuck off.

He still uses them.

UA students were invited to a Hero Gala once. In conversation, Koda was asked to show off his quirk by calling the garden's animals to the door.

He wasn't asked again after Tsu, Tokoyami, as well as pro heroes Hawks and Mirko were ripped from their conversations in several corners of the room only to end up very confused near the boy

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #jirou kyouka #denki kaminari #eijirou kirishima #Katsuki Bakugo #dabi #keigo takami #shota aizawa #yamada hizashi #hitoshi shinsou #I'll probably edit this to add more I love this universe so much #Also I'm not sorry for sneaking the hawks and Eri one in there I have Thoughts about that

[xexiar]

I’m An Idiot. 6

Ch5 Ao3

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After the nerd hanged up, I went back to look at the photos. Some of them were just him taking photos standing in front of a mirror. A lot of different types of outfits. But the feature I was enjoying from these casual clothes was how cute Deku looked in them.

From a set of new quoted shirts. What was with Deku and those shirts? Then there was a few new joggers and jeans. Which many really brought to detail how garb-able his hips were. Which reminds of the brief moment I was able to see, in real time, his perfect skin. Damn, that was a work of art.

But when I finally got to the photos that pissed me off, I tried my hardest not to explode my phone. For most of the photos it was done in front of a mirror. But there was one picture that had him spread out on his back, on a bed. His robe was wide open, along with his legs. He wore a black thong that barely covered anything. The way Deku looked in this picture had me uncontrollably growling.

Whoever took that photo most likely had to take multiple. Which meant there was more like this. Meaning that person got front row view of Deku being in many angles. All that had me violently shake with anger. And with how exposed he was, it just didn’t set well with me.

Someone else had gotten to see Deku in such an intimate way. Someone else saw the nerd spread open to them. My chest felt like it was being compressed the more I thought about how I wasn’t the one who saw Deku like that. It was so frustrating to know I was clearly too late.

That’s when I felt burning wetness flowing down my face. It feels like someone had ripped my heart out and threw it. Was that Deku’s plan all along? Was he cheating on me? For moment I just started to blink. We’re not even together. He’s not cheating because we were never a thing. Just thinking that made me feel much worse.

“I fucking fucked up.” I fell asleep crying thinking about how much I fucked up everything. I fucked up so badly that nothing I do would ever be enough. I’ll never be able to make up for everything I’ve done. There was no way I would ever be able beg for forgiveness. Deku hates me.

The next day was painfully numbing. Since my parents had to work, they left me their credit card. After texting the idiots, I just waited on my porch. I did go back through the photos Deku sent me. Even if it was too late for me, I still craved him. “Hey, Bakubro.”

As we walked to the station, it was mostly quiet between us. “So, Kiri told me how you have a date this Sunday.”

I looked over to raccoon eyes before looking back at my feet. “It’s not a date. Well… not anymore.”

“Bro,” The way all three stopped and turned to face me, had me sick. “What happened, Bakugo?”

I let out a sigh as I just hanged my head. “I think Deku is seeing someone. At least, doing something with them.”

I suddenly felt an arm wrapped around my shoulders. “What you mean, bro?”

“Well…” I started to fidget with the ring on my right middle finger. “Deku is currently with those damn extras from class. You know, four-eyes, frogy, ponytail, round face, and icyhot.” Saying his name felt like acid on my tongue. It didn’t help that I could hear myself growl while saying it. Nor the fact I was grinding my teeth. I thought we were friends. But clearly, he’s lying to me about something. And I didn’t like the fact that it most certainly had to do with Deku.

“Maybe you’re overthinking it.” I looked at raccoon eyes. “There’s probably more to it than he’s telling you. Midoriya doesn’t give off that kind of vibe. Especially with how loyal he is when it comes to you.”

“He left for his birthday week behind my back. And it wasn’t until last night that he finally told me who he was with.” The way all 3 had this pity look had me sick. “He sent me pictures.”

“Can we see!”

I pushed shitty hair off me. “Hell no.” I let out an annoyed huff, after sucking my teeth. “Some of them is him in lingerie—”

“Oo. Naughty, naughty. Did he pose for you?”

“Shut up!” Both shitty hair and dunce face quickly covered their mouths with their hands. “One of the photos had him in a way that it was clear someone else took the picture.”

“Well,” We all looked at raccoon eyes. “Maybe he needed someone to help him with that. If he sent you the photo, it was probably meant for you in the first place. What’s so wrong with having someone help take pictures of angles and poses that he wasn’t able to do?” Wow. She did have a point. Was it possibly that Deku sent that photo up on purpose for me? At that, I felt my face and all the way up to my ears burning up.

“Awe. Look at the Bakubro blushing.”

“I’m going to kill all of you.” I soon was trying to catch the cackling idiots all the way to the station. Eventually we got to the mall and went into the electrics store. While just looking around dunce face started to poke my face. “What do you want?”

“So… Are you getting him flowers or not?”

“God damn it.” I pushed him off him. “I’m not buying him flowers. It’s not a date.”

“Come on, blasty boy.” I looked over to raccoon eyes who happened to be on the other side of the aisle. “I’m sure your boyfriend would love that you got him flowers.”

I felt my face burn up as I displayed my middle finger. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sure.” I looked over to shitty hair. “Whatever you say, Bakubro.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not even dating. And it’s not a damn date.”

“But you want it to be a date.” I looked over at pinky as she held up the new released Ironman movie. “You know you want it to be. Just admit it.”

“It’s not a date. It’ll never be a date. He probably only said yes because he didn’t feel he had a choice.”

“Bro.” I looked over at shitty hair. “Remembered what I said yesterday. I will send your butt to the hospital. You can’t keep doing this.”

“What happened yesterday? And why wasn’t I invited?”

“Bakubro had a breakdown after learning Midoriya left for the week.”

“I’m so sorry, blasty.” I then watched as pinky made her way around the aisles to give me a hug. “Why didn’t you call us when you found out?”

“I was trying to reach Deku.” It soon turned to an uncomfortable group hug that I wanted out.

“How about we go pick out birthday gifts for your boyfriend.”

“Raccoon eyes, Imma punch you if you call Deku that one more time. And that goes for you two idiots.”

“Says the one who picked out an outfit for his date. Even went out of his way to find an All Might bento box set, with chopsticks and everything.” I just growled as the 3 idiots started to laugh. “Come on, Bakugo. He sent you naughty photos. You two are practically already dating. So, come on.”

“One more word out of you, dunce face, and I’ll send ears the video of you trying to sniff cinnamon with a bendy straw.”

“Dude! No! I was dying!” Dunce face whining was so annoying. Especially when it’s right in my ear. “I thought you said you deleted that video.”

“Why were you sniffing cinnamon?” The way me, shitty hair, and dunce face went about looked back at the latest CDs was a bit funny. If it wasn’t for the fact that we can hear pinky tapping her foot. “And why didn’t you 3 invite me?”

After dealing with explaining to pinky how that whole thing happened during dunce face’s birthday party, we finally moved on to different store in the mall. “So,” I looked over at shitty hair. “How many naughty photos did Midobro send you?”

I felt my face burn up as I looked away from the 3 idiots. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh.” When I looked back, they were all grinning at me. “What about you get him something like that for his birthday?”

“Nope.” They all seemed confused, but I kept moving forward. For the rest of the day, it was just minor banter about how I should decorate my room. Not like I was a big fan of doing something like that. Nor was able to since my parents were very strict on what went on my walls. And after my outburst on Saturday, I can see why it was best not to have anything on my walls.

After I got home, I had a strange feeling. Something just wasn’t quite right. So, once I took off my boots, I ran up to my temporary room. Locking the door, I started to FaceTime Deku. And when he answered I was so grateful that I called.

When Deku answered I had a full view of his chest and up. And I saw it. I saw the face I was dreading when I learned he left for the week. The face I knew too well and seen many times before. The same face that he had when the last bet of hope left him. “What the fuck?”

“Hi, Kacchan.” The way his voice sounded brought forth a pain that I hated so much. It was the same pain I felt every single time I saw Deku as broken as he looked now.

“Are you naked?” The way he brought the phone closer to his face, I was able to see more detail. From how puffy around his eyes were to the strange black stains that probably were the trails of his tears. The way the white of his eyes were red. Along with how weakly he nodded, it made me wish I could hold him. “Is anyone in the room with you?” When Deku weakly shook his head, a sickening feeling took over. Oh, please don’t tell me that he had that with him. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what, Kacchan?” The way he dropped his head and tilting it slightly told me exactly that he had it. I didn’t want to believe it, but the signs were right there. God damn it!

“Don’t play dumb with me! I know that face. I should have made you give me that stupid thing after you told me about it.” Another deep regret of mine “So, where the fuck is it?” The moment he held up that damn blade my heart dropped. “Oh, my fucking god! Deku! Seriously!” Damn it! Why was he left alone? Why didn’t I destroyed that when I found out? Where the fuck was icyhot when Deku is like this? Does that bastard not know? “Go throw that shit away. If not, when you return, I’m destroying it.”

The way Deku bit down his lip as he whimpered was so painful to watch. “Why bother?”

NO! Go damn it! I fucked up! And Deku is… is… No. No. No. “Izuku, please. Just please, Izuku. Get rid of the knife.” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. But all I wanted was for my Izuku to be safe and nobody was there to stop him. I just hope he listens.

I watched as I saw Izuku moving around before the camera switched to showing a trashcan. To my relief Izuku threw away the blade. “There.”

Oh, thank god. “Thank you.” He then switched back the camera. Now I could focus on another issue. “Now, why are you naked?”

“Bath. I feel dirty.” Based on how he currently looked, I don’t blame him. But something tells me it’s much worse than his face. Especially when he had that stupid knife.

“Why do you feel dirty?” I watched as he bit his lip and started to silently cry. Whatever was happening he really didn’t want to tell me. And that thought alone made me pissed. But right, he does not need that. With how fragile he currently was, it’s best that I ask those type of questions another day. I needed him to calm down at least. “Nerd?”

“I just feel dirty, ok.” The way he was shaking hurt to watch. Oh, how I wished I was there to hold him. To tell him it was going to be ok. But what was there that I could do now? Maybe he wants some alone times after what had just happened. But I didn’t want to get off the phone with him.

At the same time, I didn’t want to stress him more than he already was. “Do you want me to call you back?”

The way his face instantly looked at me took my breath away. Even when he look so broken he still had this gorgeous expression. “No. Please stay with me.” Oh god, how could I say no to that? Without a word I nodded my answer.

As I heard the water running, I can see that he seemed distressed. At that, Deku wasn’t even mumbling. Whatever happened today really took a toll on him. But what I couldn’t get over was the the black stains that was ruining that perfect face. “What happened to your face?”

Deku looked back my way as he used his thumb to rub his cheek. Which smudged whatever that black stain was. Some was on his finger as he showed it to me. “We were doing a spa thingy. And I got to try makeup.” At that is when the waterworks started back up. What happened that got him like this? “I looked just like mom.”

Something tells that wasn’t the only reason the spa thing affected him. But I’ll ask him about that later. Right now, I just wanted to get him to feel ok. Even though I know full well he always had mixed emotions about his mom. Some of it I wasn’t too sure why. I just knew that he would avoid her. Along with how often she wasn’t home. So, I kind of understand. “Well, duh, stupid.” The way he looked at me somehow caught me off guard. Not because he was angry, but because he started crying again. Damn it. “Even I look like my hag, but I’m prettier.”

That’s when the Deku I knew finally showed himself. The way he let out a short giggle gave me hope that I was going in the right direction. “Whatever you say, Kacchan.” At that I couldn’t help stick out my tongue. “I also got to try on outfits, and I come to realize I have thick hips.”

Oh my god, this nerd. Now I’m wondering if he has pictures of that. But I’ll ask in a bit. “Duh. You sure are slow, nerd.”

“Hey!” The way he puffed out his cheeks was so cute. Just wanted to pinch them.

“Don’t hey me. It’s true. You always had an ass.” God. I can’t believe I said that out loud. But it doesn’t matter. Right now, the nerd needs all the cheering up he can get. “But those stupid shirts you wear hides it.”

“Shut up!” I swear what is it with Deku being so damn cute when he’s this kind of mad? Because this wasn’t he was serious mad. It was the kind of mad that I noticed wasn’t a true mad. I wonder if he was ok enough to answer a few questions.

“So, are you going to tell me about the spa thing? I did say I wanted to hear about your day.” That’s when the smile dropped, and he tried to look away. “Nerd.” He looked back at me. “You were crying. I need to know why.”

“Why do you need to know that?” At that I felt my eye twitch. As my anger start to build, I tried to stay focused on not screaming. Shitty hair, dunce face, and pinky kept repeating that today. And with how I found Deku, it would be best I didn’t scream.

“Because you almost did something. And I need to know…” I couldn’t take it the moment I saw Deku breakdown crying again. “Nerd!” The screen was shaking as he kept the phone close to his face. But suddenly it fell, and I only saw black. Damn it. “Nerd, I’m not mad at you! But I am going to beat the living shit out of those extras for allowing you to get to this point! For a damn birthday week, why the fuck do I keep finding you crying? Deku!”

Eventually he did flip the phone over, and I saw how he was crouch down by the phone. “Kacchan. Please. Do I really have to say it?”

“Why are you so scared to tell me?” The way I can tell how he sat back made me uneasy. What was happening over there? It was quiet longer than I liked. Especially when I could see Deku biting his lip in a sign that he was tryin not to mumble as he was thinking. What was going on? And why did it give me such a nasty taste in my mouth? Was he really doing something with one of those extras? Was the photo he sent was actually a mistake and I wasn’t supposed to see? Was he sleeping with someone?

As much as that thought hurt, it hurt more to see Deku like this. Whoever he was seeing was treating him badly. Whoever this bastard was is hurting Deku. I’m going to kill them when I find out. Even if I have to hunt them down to make sure that asshole pays for what they’re doing to my nerd. “The spa thing…” Deku started speaking. So, I tried to take a deep breath and let him continue. Which is then I noticed I was violently shaking. “The hotel provided the service. It was… the…” I watched as Deku bit his lip for a moment before continuing. “They offered their ultra deluxe package.”

The way I could tell that took a lot of Deku to say, was not a good sign. But I needed him to keep talking. I needed to know who the fuck I was killing for leaving my Deku so distressed. “What is this ultra deluxe package they offered?”

“That’s something I didn’t even know until they showed up in my suite. Kacchan,” I just readjusted how I was sitting as Deku looked me in the eyes. “Please keep in mind I wasn’t the only one getting the spa treatment. The others too. So, please just hear me out before you get mad.”

“I’m already pissed. But I won’t interrupt.” I watched as Deku stood up and moved around. Eventually I was staring at the ceiling for a while before I heard water going about. Most likely he had set me down somewhere as he got in the tube. That was until the ceiling started to move and I was placed somewhere. Did he find a stand? Or did he get in before grabbing the phone again.

“So, when they came to my room, I was shocked to see who it was. The workers were all females and barely was wearing anything.” I was trying to hard not to scream, but I was slowly seeing red. What kind of spa package was this? Especially since it left Deku looking horrified. “They washed my hair and even massaged it before flattening it. They cleaned my nails and gave me foot and shoulder massage.” It felt like he was holding something back, but I’ll let him finish talking.

He then went about, stuttering, how the workers made it a point to showcase what they had under their miniskirts. To the point that he was the only one feeling horrified. The other extras kept trying to get him to relax to deal with the spa treatment. From how he’s talking about it, that was far from a typical spa treatment. At that, I been to a spa before because the hag dragged me for mother-son bonding. Those people wore proper clothes and weren’t in your face.

“And it came time to take photos, they were touching me in places I was not comfortable with. Two were grabbing my butt and another was too close to my private area. It was so horrible that I almost threw up.” I’m killing every single one of those extras for making Deku go through that. “But at least everyone else had fun.”

“Nerd.” I could see the tears running down his face as he looked back at me. “This is your birthday week. So, fuck them.” At that he cried harder. What the fuck did I say?

“You want me to fuck them?” Maybe that wasn’t the right word for this.

“Not like that.” That still didn’t seem to work to calm him down. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be having fun, not those extras.” At least it went down to sniffles. “What was the point of doing that whole spa thing?”

“I just wanted to change.” The way he started whaling made it seem something else was going on.

“Change how?”

“I wanted to get rid of my dumb freckles and stupid curly hair.”

“Why?” He looked at me before continuing crying. “There’s no point in changing that.” Was it possible the person said something about how he looked. How dare that extra! “Your freckles are one of the best things about you.” That made him stop crying.

“You mean it, Kacchan?”

“When do I say things I don’t mean?”

“You’re right.” Deku let out a breath before placing the phone somewhere. “Todoroki tried to calm me down after the workers left.” I couldn’t help grind my teeth hearing his name. Me and icyhot have a lot to chat about when they return. “Kacchan?”

“Yeah?”

Deku showed his face again. “My mom thinks I took this week to lose my virginity.” Without thinking I exploded the pillow I had on my lap. Even though I was suspecting that he left to go fuck some extra and was going to question him. I did not expect him to outright tell me. Which hurts so much more than I thought it would. How much did I fucked up that he had to keep it a secret from me?

Wait a minute. He said it’s what his mom thinks. “Deku.” He quickly made eye contact with me before looking away and biting his lip. Fuck it. If he was actually planning to lose his virginity with those assholes, I want to hear him say it. Regardless how much my heart currently feels like it broke into pieces. I need to hear him say it. “Was that the whole point of this trip? And who were you planning to do it with? I’m not mad. But I rather hear from you instead of someone else.”

The way he looked made my broken heart break even more. “You promise you won’t be mad?” I just nodded. He then went on a tangent explaining what was going on. From how originally it was just supposed to be floaty and icyhot. But dumbass round face invited the other extras and it started to get out of hand. The way it was just supposed to have fun most of the day but then at night it was to try things. Especially to try and stage he slept with floaty.

But every time I asked about icyhot, Deku started to cry and avoided eye contact. “Nerd.” He looked at me. “If you’re trying to piss me off, keep avoiding the question. Just tell me and get it over with. I’ll be more angry from you not talking.”

That’s when I watched as he let out a breath before he set me down somewhere. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’m such a horrible person.” What the fuck is going on? “Todoroki had agreed to help me get over you!” At that I heard Deku start to whale again. All while I felt my whole body go numb. He really was doing something with icyhot. And hearing it hurt more than suspecting. “It hurts so much!” He wasn’t done talking. I held on to my chest as I tried to keep listening. “Why do you hate me so much?”

I couldn’t stop myself as I finally started to cry. “I don’t hate you, Izuku. I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

I wasn’t sure anymore who was crying but that’s the only sound that continued between us. “Kacchan?”

“Yeah?” I heard movement which brought to my attention that I was no longer holding my phone. In fact, it was next to me, and I then saw that my All Might doll across the room. I got up, as I grabbed my phone, and walked over to get my doll.

“We haven’t done anything. Every time I look at him all I see you. I can’t bring myself to do something so horrible.” I looked at the screen and saw that he was on the other side. “We’re not even together but it’s feels like I’m cheating on. I feel so disgusting. It hurts so much.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you so much.” Another round of crying began as I hugged my doll. Eventually we both were left sniffling, and I was hiccuping.

“Kacchan?”

“Yes, Izuku.”

“I wanna go home.”

I looked at him and saw how he was still in the tub. At that, his lips were starting to turn blue. “Get out of the tub before you catch a cold.” He nodded as he started to stand up. While watching him move and shiver, I tried to catch my breath. “I wish you were home. Was losing your virginity the only reason you left?” I took note how the background changed around him. “Don’t forget to dry yourself up and towel your hair.”

“I know. And no. I did wanted to do other things. But I no longer want to be here.” Deku had sent the phone somewhere that gave me full view of the room, and him. Telling from the details it was that walk-in closet. Why was he in there? At that, he was still naked and dripping wet. He fidgeted with his fingers while just standing there. “Would Kacchan be mad if I stayed the rest of the week?”

“That depends.” At that he started to cry. “Are you going to sleep with anyone?”

“No, Kacchan.”

“Are you still going to try to stage that you slept with someone to show your bitch of a hag?”

He chuckled for a moment before frowning again. “No, Kacchan.”

“So, what are you going to do if you stayed?”

“Todoroki did suggest Hirakata Park. I would like to try out the games and rides.”

“Did you get sunscreen?” He shook his head. “Deku.”

“Todoroki said he might have some. And if not, we will buy in the morning before going anywhere.” I then watched as he placed his hands behind him and started rocking back and forth. “Kacchan?”

“What is it?”

“How do I look?” Was he really asking this now? I swear that nerd is going to be the death of me.

“You look like you’re freezing. Put on some clothes.” At that, Deku started to cry. Wait? Was there something else he wanted me to say? What was there to say? He was shivering standing naked in the middle of a room. … OH! I couldn’t help smirk. “Are you asking me what I think of you naked?”

Deku started to fidget again. “Yes.” If it wasn’t for the fact, I knew how to read lips, I might have not known Deku’s answer. I still found it funny the only reason I know how to read lips was because of Deku.

I couldn’t help chuckle, which got Deku looking back at me. “I’ll like it better in person. Now, put some clothes on before you catch a cold.” The way his face tried to turn red was cute. I then got the joy of watching a bouncy Deku go about getting a towel and finally drying himself After that, with a towel wrapped around his lower half, he brought forth some bags. At that, I recognized what store those bags came from.

“I got a cute new sweater!” Which he then proceeded to pull out this oversized bubblegum pink hoodie. “Isn’t it super cute!” When he put it on, I tried to not laugh. The hoodie looked so big on him. “The store didn’t have a medium in stock, so I brought an extra-large.”

“That’s my hoodie now.”

“What! No! It’s my hoodie, Kacchan! I brought it! It’s mine!”

“Nope. It’s mine now, nerd. When you get home you better give me my hoodie!”

#mha #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #izuku midoriya #bkdk #bnha bkdk #bakugou x deku #bkdk fanfic

[therealterriblelizard]

Shinsou: I never tell people off the bat that I’m gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit, and then I laugh and am like “you know I’m gay right?” And watch the look of terror on their face.

Bakugo: I like you.

#my hero academia #buko no hero academia #inncorrect quotes #shinbaku #hitoshi shinsou #katsuki bakugo #respect shinsou #the look of terror is always priceless #bakugo is glad that dunce face brought you around #finally someone else has a good head on their shoulders #bakugo now has someone in the group with a brain cell #upgrades everyone upgrades #kaminari feels accomplished cause he got mama bakugo’s approval #this is how shinsou joins the bakusquad #and you can’t convince me otherwise #shinsou learned this from aizawa #bakugo is now going to do this #but when he reveals the gay part #he is going to be a little bit more aggressive #rip whoever say that to bakugo

[dabisbratz]

another collab with @slutouya !! but this time it’s kiribaku! all characters and participants are 18+ and have adult bodies.

words: 1.7k

WARNING: nsfw, bondage, sensory deprivation (soft), dp in one hole, ftm reader, uses the term “cunt,” squirting, dirty talk, name calling/degradation. if you are uncomfortable with any of that please turn away!

Beneath the dimmed light, you sit with your vision obstructed by a warm cloth. It smells familiar, the scent of smoke and cinnamon violating your nostrils until it’s overwhelming. This way your senses are heightened, you can feel the rustle of bedsheets and cotton rubbing against your knees, the sound of barely audible breaths, the taste of anticipation on your tongue. You’re not entirely sure what’s going on, but you feel safe nonetheless. Your thighs are spread in a strained position, but you only truly realize once the clothes covering them are ripped away. You shiver, a sharp trickle of cool air running up your spine. A warning would’ve been nice, but you can’t complain for long.

“First of all, why the fuck am I tied up and two, why am I fucking naked. What the hell are you doing? If this is a joke it’s not funny-” Your voice was silenced by a pair of hands pulling you forward on the bed until your front hit someone’s chest. The skin on your arm started to burn slightly from the rope keeping them behind your back. Your mind suddenly started to click together- realizing Ashido must’ve spilled the beans about your fantasies and daydreams about the two of them. The other one snuck up behind you and they both started to lick and bite at any skin they could reach.

Your protests are cut short when particularly sharp teeth reach your neck, just below your jaw and above its base. With your other senses heightened like this it’s almost impossible not to moan. It feels more like pure pleasure than pain, a sensation that wracks your entire body and has your fists clenching against vibrant rope. You can feel large palms push your shoulders down, forcing you to relax against whoever’s biting at you. While one bites, the other gropes, squeezing in just the right places with just the right amount of pressure. God, it’s so good. Unreasonably so, and your skin is almost too sensitive against those warm palms. It makes you want to rip off that blindfold and cry. Guide their hands further down, further up, everywhere and anywhere.

“A little bird told us about your dirty fuckin’ dreams,” You’d recognize that voice anywhere- you were now able to conclude that Katsuki was kneeling behind you and you were sitting on Eijiro’s lap. You could feel his cock against your thigh, so close and yet so, so far from where you needed him to be. You can feel the redhead smile against your skin as you tried to grind your hips against him, only- what you assume to be Katsuki’s hands- stopped you. “Such a dirty fuckin’ boy. Thinkin’ about me n’ shitty hair fucking this stupid (cunt/hole) open.” You wished you could cover your face in hopes of hiding your embarrassment through the ropes made damn sure your arms weren’t moving any time soon. “Can’t wait to tear this stupid body apart.”

“Aw, Bakugo! Don’t be too harsh on him,” The redhead speaks into your ear, biting at your lobe with shark-like teeth. His voice is sweet and thick like honey. You may not be able to chase release through him, but he could very easily use you how he pleased. Whether that was thrusting forward to grind his cock against you or getting Katsuki to bounce you on his lap, he had you wrapped around his finger. They both did. You’re sandwiched between the two of them, and you can feel their cocks throb with every second that passes. Though the humiliation makes your face go aflame, the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou yearning to put you in your place makes your mouth water. You could be a good boy, their good boy, you could sit there and take it. But you just needed a little more. “After all, I got a few things I wanna say, too. I think his greedy little cunt just wants something inside it. You wanna milk our cocks, sweetheart? I know you’ll take it all, sweet thing.”

Did they want a response? You didn’t know. Though, as you assumed they did want one, the minute you began formulating a response, Eijiro was quite quick in running his tip through your folds before enveloping your waist almost completely in his hands to pull you against his lap and fully sink down on his cock. Your jaw automatically fell slack, all sound seemingly caught in the back of your throat. Bakugo’s hands left your body and you whined in response. Something cold dripped around your other hole and you gathered what was happening, “Wait wait! Do- fuck me, yes-” It was difficult to formulate any response with the way Eijiro’s tip rocked against your cervix. “Both in- please-” The angry blonde was smart, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were attempting to beg for.

“Aw, the little slut wants us both in his tiny cunt.” He spoke in a sing-song voice while Kiri cooed in your ear. You didn’t need to nod at them for them to realize that that was indeed what you were trying to beg for. The anticipation that came with not being able to see was killing you. Were they silently talking to each other? Were they actually gonna even do it? What was taking them so long? Every thought that was racing about in your head was put down the minute you felt Eijiro slip out and only leave the tip and Katsuki’s followed suit. They both rested there for a minute in hopes of giving you a minute to prepare for the both of them.

Holy shit— oh God — you were so full. It was nearly impossible to move. They’re so thick, stretching you out further than you didn’t even know was possible. It felt like you were on fire, with heat prickling at your skin and building in your stomach. Their moans are just as heavy as the feeling of their cocks buried deep inside your cunt, and the second one of them starts moving you can feel your brain turn to mush. Your vision goes blurry as you blink away tears, and you can feel soft hands cupping your cheek. You have no choice but to sink further down, to take it all and let your mind go dumb. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, stuck between two handsome men who will happily pound away whatever you have coursing through your mind and- oh, fuck, when Katsuki moves you swear you see stars.

“You take it so well. Fuckin’ made to do it. Love watching you get all wet and sloppy, you goin’ dumb on me now?” You have a feeling Katsuki loves to listen to himself talk, but you don’t complain- not that you can. Your back arches naturally against both men, and your head falls back onto broad shoulders. It’s so much, too much, and it has you wailing. The blond pats your cheek to get your attention. “Asked you a- fucking!- fuckin’ question. You want me to hit that sweet spot of yours? Pound some fuckin’ sense into you? C’mon, slut, I know you can take it.”

“Please, please- yes! yes!- fuck!” What were you begging for? You had no idea. But after you’d finished your incessant begging, it seemed to spur one- both of them on even further than before. Katsuki grabbed one of the lines of rope that kept your arms together to easily pull your body into their well-timed thrusts. The stretch burned so well throughout your entire body. You’d never felt anything like it before, they knew that. The sheer force of their thrusts almost made it seem like they were trying to carve the shape of their cocks into you. Though you didn’t actually know it, that’s exactly what they were doing. Neither of them had any plans of letting off to someone else- not after this. Oh how you wish you could see because maybe if you could see you would’ve seen the rough smack to your ass from the blonde coming. Except you felt a slight unfamiliar heat to his slaps. Slap! The string of moans that clawed out of your throat were uncontrollable, not that you could have ever even tried to contain them with the way the curve of their cocks perfectly angled them to slam against your cervix every single time.

“You’re so messy, really working for these cocks, aren't you? So greedy..” Eijirou groans when he feels you flutter around him, hugging his cock tightly. He lets his eyes flutter shut as he grasps whatever he can, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. You felt so good, perfect even, and each time their thrusts synced up perfectly, he could see Bakugou’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His grip on you is hard enough to bruise, and you look forward to seeing any traces of the two on your skin later. You hope to have more than that, load after load of their cum stuffed deep inside you until you can't hold any more. The sound of their skin colliding with yours fills the air along with grunts and moans, and if his cock brushes against Bakugou’s while you clamp down on him one more time he isn’t sure if he’ll last any longer.

Though neither are you- and it’s clear with the way you desperately try to say something while trying to cling onto something, anything. “C- it’s- f-mmph! It’s- please!” Bakugo’s menacing laugh rang through your ears like church bells,

“S’the little cockwhore gonna cum? Yeah? ‘Wanna see you cum on our big cocks and only ours- because you're ours now, yeah?” Katsuki babbled on too lost in the feeling of trying to chase that high you three needed.

“Or maybe he wants us to cum inside?” Even if you couldn’t see, you could practically feel Eijiro smiling through his teeth like he always does. Their hips stuttered when you clenched around them tighter even at the mere idea of it. “Yeah that’s what he wants isn’t it?” Your jaw clenched, with another slap to your ass your cum was spilling out on their cocks and their lower stomachs and thighs.

“How cute- little boy squirted from some cock.” Kiri was the one to continue speaking. With a few shallow and quick thrust from the both of them, neither of them pulled out like you asked and you could feel your stomach bulge slightly from their cum.

“Happy birthday extra.”

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

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Left Behind - All Might's Daughter Pt. 1

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{Note/Question/Request- Right now this isn't a paired imagine. I was wondering, after you've read it, where you think I should go with this. If I pair her with anybody, who should is be? How or should she forgive the two OFA users? Etc. Let me know!!}

+2460 Words Slight, slight spoilers from the Sports Festival!

+Y/N L/N is the only daughter of All Might. She has her mother's last name and what can be qualified as a super soldier quirk. She is fast, strong, powerful, and built like a tank and it's all in a small 15 year old girls body. After Midoriya comes into the picture, Y/N starts to feel left behind after a while. So she starts to pull away from them and gets close with Bakugo. Eventually, it all snaps at once and it was at the worst of times.

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I huffed and puffed as I slowed to a stop I looked behind as the rest of the class caught up with Iida and I. We were the fastest in class without quirks and with most of the time. With the sports festival coming up, everyone was trying improve on things they lacked.

“Great job everyone.” Iida congratulated as everyone made it in. I walked over to Midoriya who was nearly doubled over.

“Are you okay there, Midoriya?” I asked patting him lightly on the back. He looked up at me, nodding. “You seem really winded. Maybe you should sit down for a minute.”

“Probably.” He said before he fell back, flat on his back. I laughed at him as he clocked out. I leant over him, hands on my knees, making sure he was okay. A yell of frustration caught my attention. I looked over at the source and saw Bakugo yelling at Sato who was just standing their indifferent.

“Okay, okay.” I went over and grabbed Bakugo’s arm, forcefully dragging him off. He growled at me and ripped his arm from my grip as we got a ways off.

“What do you want?”

“Not a blood bath.” I said with sass. He stared at me before smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned in close.

“I can take someone out without any blood being split.” He said.

“That may be true but who said I was talking about the other person’s blood.” I joked with an amused look on his face. His smirk turned glare and he went off on me. I just laughed and let him. I saw a flash of yellow and blue. I looked over and saw my dad whisking Midoriya away. My face dropped.

“What’s wrong with you now?” Bakugo exclaimed. I looked at him surprised before I saw him look where I was originally. Midoriya and my dad were out of sight now.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I said, covering up my dejected annoyance with a smirk. “Now, sorry. I wasn’t listening to you before. What were you saying?”

“You damn…” He growled.

*Time Skip*

The roar of the crowd was empowering but there was a lot on my mind. The sports festival is a big deal. The first two events were alright and I got through fine but the last one was trickier. There are a lot of students with great quirks that could kick my ass. I walked through the halls before I heard two familiar voices. (Reader is in the final round instead of Shiozaki.)

“What are they talking about now?” I whispered to myself. I leant against the wall a ways down the hall. I listened to them and heard Dad encourage Midoriya. After that, Midoriya walked out to the field. Dad began to walk down my way. “Hey dad.”

“Y/N, you spooked me.” He jumped, holding a hand to his chest.

“Sorry.” I said, chuckling.

“Well, it’s alright. You are doing well out there, my little Powerhouse.” I tensed at the nickname.

“Dad.” I whined. He chuckled before moving to walk on. “I’m nervous for the next round.”

“Everything will be fine, Y/N. You’ll see.” He said in a caring voice. He walked away and my shoulders dropped. I needed more than that. Much more. I turned and leant against the wall with my shoulder. I set my head against the wall and took a few un-steady breaths.

“What are you doing dumbass?” I jumped and looked at Bakugo disoriented. I shook my head. I had no idea how long I was standing there. “Are you crying?”

“What?” I reached up and wiped them away. “No just caught some dust in my eyes.” I said before I went to walk away but he caught my arm.

“That’s not it. What’s wrong?” He said softer. I noticed his grip on my arm was soft and…comforting? I looked up at him.

“I just needed some encouragement from someone who didn’t give it. That’s all no big deal.” I pulled away from his grip gently. I had only walked a few feet away when he spoke up.

“Whoever they are, they’re not worth your tears. You shouldn’t need anyone’s encouragement. You strong enough on your own.” I turned to him surprised. He had his back to me, hands in his pockets. I smiled sadly.

“If only you knew who I was talking about.” I whispered.

3rd POV

Bakugo looked over his shoulder as the girl walked away. He fully turned and watched her walk away. Crossing his arms across his chest as he thought about what she said. He knew she meant for him not to hear it but he did.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked out loud. He looked off in the distance in thought. It wasn’t until footsteps caught his attention. He looked behind him to see Deku coming up behind him.

“H-hey Kacchan.” He stuttered while looking a bit tired. Bakugo remembered that Deku had known L/N since before the first day of school.

“Deku! You know L/N, right?” Bakugo asked. He looked at Bakugo strangely.

“Yes. I do. Pretty well, I guess.”

“Who is important to her? Is there anyone here that would or should be in her corner?” Deku looked at him surprised.

“Um, yeah. There is.” He said tentatively.

“Who is it?” Bakugo growled. Deku looked at him before squaring his shoulders.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you, Kacchan. And before you ask me why, it’s not my place or right to tell you. There is a reason they haven’t told anyone and I will not break their trust by outing something that isn’t mine to tell.” Bakugo just stared at him in surprise before Deku walked off.

Y/N’s POV

I breathed out in pain as I walked back into the stadium halls. I had won my first battle against Kaminari but not the second against Iida. My confidence was already down and affected my performance. I rolled my shoulder as I sat down at a table. I pulled my leg up and relaxed back for a moment.

“You did great out there L/N!” Uraraka called out. I smiled at her.

“Thanks.” I called back. I got up a little bit later and walked out. I went to walk up to the student stands. In the corner of my eye is saw green and yellow. I didn’t want to look but did. I saw dad comforting Midoriya and I gave a shaky sigh. I shook my head, biting my lip before continuing on.

*Time Skip*

I was breathing hard but I still ran. I pushed myself harder to try and get away from the robots. This training session was intense and very hard. Half the class was already out and the last few were running dry. I could hear Bakugo and Midoriya just past some rubble. A hit landed right next to me, knocking me off balance.

“Umph.” I rolled off the side and back onto my feet. I dodged an attack before vaulting over a rubble wall. I paused, hearing the robot fussing on the other side. I looked around and saw Midoriya down the street. I rolled my eyes as he waved.

“You doing okay?” He asked.

“Just fine.” I snapped at him. He reeled back at the aggression.

“Are you sure? You’ve been rather testy lately. Did something happen?” He asked concerned. I sighed heavily.

“Of course something did. You’re both just to enamored to see!” I yelled before running on. He ran after me, trying to talk to me but I ignored him. We made way into the cityscape center. I saw Bakugo across the way.

“It’s too quiet here.” Midoriya commented. As soon as he said that, he was tackled off to the side.

“Shit.” I ducked as a bit of the robot flew over my head. I stumbled back, hitting a wall. I watched as he fought the robot with ease. My chest began to fell heavy.

“Come on, Miss L/N. Push on.” I heard my dad’s voice. I scoffed.

“That’s the most encouragement you’ve given me in a month.” I said under my breath. I pushed off the wall and started to fight another robot that showed up. I heard Bakugo on the other side doing the same. In the moment I heard Midoriya scream one of my dad’s catch phrases, I stopped. I just stood there, staring off.

“I give up.” I said softly.

“L/N! Are you alright?” I heard Midoriya yell.

“Oi, dumbass. Get moving!” Bakugo called across the field.

“Miss L/N, I would advise you moving on. Stalling is not advisable in the field.” I heard my father say through the field. I let out a sob. I fell to my knees, burying my face in my hands.

“I give up!” I screamed. “I can’t do this anymore. I. Give. Up!” I screamed, crying out. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I heard yelling around me but I didn’t care not anymore. I am tired, I am hurt, and I just want this to end.

“Y/N! Look out!” I heard Bakugo’s voice close to me. I looked up right as he grabbed me and pulled me off to the side. We rolled and landed a few feet away. I looked over and saw a robot where I once was. It started to move towards us but shut down. “What’s wrong with you dumbass?” Bakugo yelled at me. I looked at him and saw a glare but concern behind it.

“Are you alright, L/N? What happened to…”

“Stay away from me!” I screamed, shuffling back away from Midoriya as he run up. I hid my face in the back of Bakugo’s shoulder as Midoriya skidded to a stop. I peeked over Bakugo’s shoulder at him and he was in shock.

“Young L/N, are you alright?” We all looked over to see All Might and Aizawa running up.

“You stay away from me too!” I pointed at my dad. I hid my face again and gripped onto Bakugo’s arm. I felt him place a hand on mine but I could tell all of them were confused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t immediately recognize the touch so I figured it was Aizawa. I peeked out at him with teary eyes.

“Are you alright?” I nodded before retracting back.

“L/N, what wrong?” Bakugo asked. I just shook my head.

“Not here, not now.” I mumbled.

“Alright.” Aizawa said and stood. “We’re done for the day. All of you go get changed and go home. You three, meet in the classroom.”

“Why me?” Bakugo yelled.

“Because you’re the only one that L/N seems to be comfortable around right now.” Aizawa said firmly. It was silent for a moment.

“Alright.” He agreed without another argument.

I was sitting on the cabinets in the back of the classroom with Bakugo leaning next to me. Midoriya and my dad were at the front of the classroom. I had calmed down some but was still upset. I wouldn’t even look at the two. Aizawa finally came in closing the door behind him.

“Okay. What is going on?” He asked out loud. I glanced at him before looking back out the window. “Not talking. Alright. Do you two know what it is that made her act this way? That made her break down in the middle of a dangerous training session?” From the accusation in his voice I could tell he already knew.

“I am not sure. I have never seen her act like this before.” My dad said. I chuckled darkly.

“Then open your eyes or take off the blinders.” I growled. He looked at me surprised. I saw Bakugo glance between the two of us. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I am sure I don’t know what you mean. I…” I cut him off.

“Of course you don’t!” I shot up and yelled. “You haven’t noticed one thing about me in month’s dad! Ever since…” I looked at Midoriya. “Ever since then. I have been left behind. Every time I needed encouragement from you I got nothing. Every time I needed advice from you I got nothing.”

“That can’t be, I…”

“The sports festival! I was nervous about the last round and I told you! But the only thing you said was everything will be fine, you’ll see.” I laughed with no amusement. I could hear Bakugo muttering confused behind me. I looked back at him and he had surprise and confusion written all over his face. “Yes, All Might the symbol of Peace is my dad. Unfortunately at the moment.”

“Y/N.”

“No. I’m not done. You made me despise a person that has never done anything bad to me. I haven’t got anything from you since day one. Nothing substantial at least. I don’t have a mother and no one else in this world then my dad but it seems like he’s in someone else corner only. Everyone else corner than mine. Well at least you’ve never treated me bad right? I guess it’s not all bad.” I said in a dark tone.

“Y/N…” He stood stunned.

“Speechless, huh?” I chuckled, feeling tears coming on again. “Look, I don’t want stop with your prodigy but a little acknowledgement or help from time to time. Okay? Okay.” I said before grabbing my bag and walking out. I heard someone running behind me. I looked back to see Bakugo.

“So…your All Might’s daughter, huh?”

“Yeah, the one and only.” I said. I crossed my arms over my stomach as we walked. He hummed and we walked in silence. I could feel the silent tears falling down my face.

“As awesome as that is…right now All Might is my least favorite person right now. Even less than Deku. Why was he even involved in this? Whatever. They are both little shitty…”

“Bakugo!” I yelled frustrated. He fell silent. We stopped and I took a big breath. “I know this is your own way of trying to comfort me but it’s not working, alright? I just…” I covered my face with my hands for a second before letting them drop. I looked at him. “I just want to be alone alright? I can’t, I don’t…I just can’t right now.” I paused to look at him in the face. “I don’t want to blow up on you like I did him. So please, I just want to be alone.” I could see apprehension in his eyes but I didn’t care. I turned and walked away.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” He called after me. I could hear him take a few steps before stopping again.

“I know.” I said before turning a corner and walked away from him.

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[melody-ofstars]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢—

★ Fandom:- My Hero Academia

★ Pairings:- Pairing 1- Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader, Pairing 2- Kirishima Eijirou x fem!reader, Pairing 3- Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader, Pairing 4- Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader.

★ Genre:- Angst, Fluff.

★ Prompt:- “I never stopped loving you”

★ Scenario:- Post-Breakup meet.

★ A/n:- I have to make different posts for different pairings because it got too long. I will link them here as soon as I post them. And also THANK YOU FOR 96 NOTES!!! LIKE WTF, I DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO DO THAT WELL!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

★ And uh, my asks are open too, of you want anything, send em my way!!

Bakugo was never one to attend parties, he would rather stay at home, alone, than be in the company of drunk people... but today was different... because you were going to be there.

Bakugo and you dated for four years before he suddenly decided that you were just someone who is holding him back from his dream to surpass All Might, and broke up with you.

Little did he know at that time that he was wrong... but he was a year too late. He had tried to contact you but every turn was a dead end and he was stuck... until today, when suddenly and miraculously a path appeared in front of him when Kirishima told him that you are going to be at Ochaco's birthday party because after all, she was your best friend.

Bakugo had wasted no time and got dressed up the best he could, he wore a black suit. He struggled with the tie and then decided to leave it as it is. He looked in the mirror, giving himself a once over before leaving his house.

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It was Ochaco's birthday and there was no way in hell that I would miss it, even if it meant risking seeing my ex and freeing the emotions that I had kept locked in my heart for a year...

The truth, however pathetic it was, was that I wasn't over him... How could I be? He was the only guy that had created a special place for himself in my heart, only to leave it... making it a void that none other could fill.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I was miserable without him, I missed his warmth, his presence, those beautiful ruby eyes of his, the smile that only I got to see... I missed everything about him.

Not that I hadn't tried to forget... I did but it never worked, even the smallest of things reminded me of him.

I had torn my heart out for him, giving him full control of the precious fragment, only for him to rip it apart.

Now I was here, standing alone, trying to put it back together but failing at each attempt.

However, as they say 'Time Heals', I was better, not my best but better, I had somehow, messily put all the pieces back together.

I did not know what was going to happen today but I had my fingers crossed that hopefully... everything will be alright.

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The party was going on with the full force, Ochaco's favorite music was blasting through the speakers. Pink and pearly lights were flashing, making the place look beautiful.

I stepped in, making sure I was looking okay, I had worn a red evening gown, Ochaco had insisted on us wearing gowns instead of short dresses in order to co-ordinate.

I gathered my dress in my hands and stepped inside the party hall, there were not many people there and whoever was there, was familiar.

"Y/n!! You are here!!" Ochaco said as she came towards me with a huge grin and pulled me in a hug.

"Of course I am, I wouldn't miss this for the world." I told her with a smile.

"Well, now that you are here, would you help me attend everyone?" She asked,

I nodded in reply and followed her as she made her way towards the guests that were showing up.

I was about to go and greet the guests that had just showed up, only to find out that they were none other than Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and... Him.

He looked amazing, just like he always did. Those beautiful red eyes, perfect with that soft, spiky hair of his. The suit was clearly doing justice to him...

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening ti fall down makingme turn away.

I nudged Ochaco and motioned her to greet them, she nodded in understanding and went off, obscuring me from their view.

I quickly wiped my eyes and started greeting other guests.

I noticed Izuku standing there and decided to join him.

"Y/n-chan!" He said with his signature smile.

I smiled back and went in for a hug, and he hugged me back.

"Did Ochaco-chan send you here?" He asked,

I shook my head, and we started to talk. It was fun catching up with him,

Mid-talk Ochaco joined us too and we all were happily talking to each other.

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As soon as Bakugo had stepped out of the car, he had only one thing in his mind– finding you. It was all he could think of,

Kirishima chuckled when he saw the blonde's desperation, telling him to calm down or he'll scare you.

The blonde did not calm down but he did slower his pace,

He stepped inside the hall along with Kirishima, Kaminari and Mina. His eyes searching for you immediately.

He thought he had noticed a familiar head but his vision was blocked by a cheerful Uraraka making her way towards them.

He wanted nothinv more than to walk away from her and continue his search but decided against it,

After a few long minutes when Uraraka walked away, was when he noticed you...

Standing there is all your glory, looking beautiful in that red gown that hugged your figure, hair pinned up in the most beautiful way, his heart fluttered and he couldn't help but stare...

Stare at the woman, the woman he was lucky enough to get, it was true what they say that you understand the importance of things once they go away... And right niw it was exactly what he was doing.

He noticed that you were laughing and that brought a smile to his face, which soon faded away as he saw his childhood rival, Deku.

It took all of his self-control to not storm upto you and pull you away from him.

Not yet... He thought

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Tonight, I had successfully avoided every topic about him, I even avoided Mina, Kaminari and Kirishima,

The party had ended and the crowd was thinning out, Ochaco, Izuku, Tenya, Shoto and I were the only ones left now.

I was thinking of staying until Ochaco was done but she had threatened me to go to my house or I will not get leftover cake.

I said my goodbyes and stepped out of the hall. The cool air hitting my skin, giving me goosebumps.

Should have brought a coat... I thought, rubbing my arms for warmth.

I was about to book a cab for me but stopped as I heard shuffling behind me.

I turned around, only to come face to face with Bakugo.

For a moment I couldn't do anything but stare, stare at the way he was walking towards me, at the way his muscles contracted underneath his suit, his hands were in his pockets and he was looking directly at me.

My breath hitched as my eyes met his, crimson ones, the intensity in them making my knees weak.

I composed myself and looked at my phone again to avoid talking to him.

"You look beautiful." He said, his voice cracking from speaking after a long time

My heart fluttered at his compliment, it wasn't the first time today that someone had complimented me but it felt different coming from him...

"I... I am sorry." He said, his voice strained and frustrated, he rubbed his hand over his face and hair, making it messier than before.

I remained still, but heart was doing flips inside of me.

"Will you just... Will you just listen to me?" He said, the deperation in his voice making my heart ache.

I wanted nothing more than to hug him, to feel his arms around me again, to be able to touch his hair, and to kiss him but no, I can't, because the only thing I will get from that is my heart turning to shreds again.

I switched my phone off and turned towards him with my most stoic expression.

"Thank god, Y/n I... I am sorry." He said, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah, I heard. Anything else you want to tell me?" I asked in a monotone,

"Don't be like that..." He whispered, stepping close to me.

I took a step back, with a bitter laugh, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Don't be like what, Bakugo!? This!? Well, you made me like this! Why should I not be!?" I asked,

There it goes... All the time and effort I had put into making me stronger to not break at a moment like this, all went down the drain as soon as I saw those red eyes of his.

"Four years Bakugo! Four damn years! We dated for four years! Did they mean that less to you, that you left it all behind just because you thought I was holding you back!?" I asked, tears flowing down my face freely.

"I would never hold you back Bakugo, why would I do that when I only wanted the best for you!?" I asked,

"I know that now, Y/n... I was... I was-" he said, struggling to put his actions into words.

"You were what, Bakugo!? What were you?”

"I was stupid okay! I was young and stupid and wrong to think that and I am sorry, I really am."

He was making an effort, there was no doubt in that. He had been making an effort since a very long time.

I could see the honesty in his eyes, the regret. Bakugo was an expert in hiding his emotions but he could never hide it from me, even now and I was really glad about that.

"Why should I forgive you?" I asked, this time making eye contact with him, the tears weren't stopping and I wasn't even trying to make them stop. I was pretty sure, I looked like a mess right now but I didn't care.

"Because I can't live without you. I tried to but I couldn't, I tried to stop loving you but I couldn't, I couldn't stop loving you. Everything reminds me of you, every damn thing. I promise to be worthy of you. I promise to not hurt you again..." He said, his voice cracking towards the ending.

He hung his head down, his voice shaking as he spoke the next words.

"It is up to you... Whatever you decide, I will respect it..."

My heart ached for him, I never liked seeing him like this, he doesn't deserve it. He deserves to relax and take a break from carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, cupping his face in my hands and lifting it up.

"I forgive you, Katsuki. I forgave you long back." I said, making him look at me.

He was confused but I smiled at him.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his.

"Yes, what you did was wrong but you regret it and that's what proves that you never meant it. I know you have a hard time talking about your feelings and the fact that you did tell me about them today, even though you struggled that much just tells me how serious you were..." I said,

"I never stopped loving you either, Katsuki," I said, pulling back my head to look at him.

He had a relieved expression on his face, mixed with a happy one but it was replaced with a smirk.

"Of course you didn't, nobody can stop loving me." He said, his arm snaking around my waist.

I shook my head with a laugh, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I missed this," I said and laid my head on his shoulder.

He did not say anything and instead just leaned down to press a soft kiss against my lips.

It was soft but passionate, I fwlt protected in his arms, a feeling I hadn't felt since he left. His warmth was familiar and comfortable, just what I needed after the long year.

Katsuki had never been good with words, he always believed that actions speak louder than words and at this point, I agreed.

This kiss was him saying that he regrets what he did and will never let me go again, it meant that he is here to stay, it meant that that he will be better, it meant that he loves me with all his heart.

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Sleep on the Floor (4)

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (Quirkless Au)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: Drugs-Talk of Marijuana and getting high, also Katsuki gets high, Also reader is a lil reckless, but it's still tame I promise.

Word Count: 4.8K

a/n: Hello. See I told y'all I didn't forget about this. This fic gets updated anytime I'm really wishing I could pack up and start a new life where no one knows me and I can escape everything. That just so happened to be how I'm feeling today (and all this week) so you can have this. Once again thanks to whoever sticks with this. I love y'all.

Masterlist

The car, who you’ve weirdly named Cthulhu—something about being a Great Old One since the car is ancient, fucking nerd—has been super reliable considering its age. Katsuki keeps the gas tank filled, for fear that if it gets too close to E it’ll stop completely. He checks the fluids whenever you two stop somewhere, checks the tire pressure and even goes as far as replacing the windshield wipers when you both drove through a quick sand storm.

What Katsuki failed to check was if the car had a spare tire, I mean why wouldn’t it? All cars come with a spare tire, right?

Katsuki finds the answer to that question one afternoon when there’s a large popping noise and you swerve the car in fright all over the road. You can hear thumping and grinding metal against the concrete as you continue driving and straighten the car.

“Pull over! I think the tire is fucked,” Katsuki screams holding on to the handle of the door as the car continues to swerve off balance.

You pull over and click the hazards on and you both get out of the car to survey the damage. It’s...not a pretty sight. The tire is completely demolished, the rim the only thing left. The black rubber sits in tatters on the road behind you. Katsuki glares at you from where he sits on his knees on the ground.

“Shit, you ran over something. The tire is almost ripped to shreds. Weren’t you paying attention, Airhead?” he chastises.

“I was! I didn’t see anything!” you say crossing your hands over your chest and pouting. The face you’re making is so pathetic—and cute but fuck if he’ll say that aloud—that he can feel the anger hissing out of him like a leaking balloon.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Pop the trunk, I’ll grab the spare,” he says sighing.

You pop the trunk and Katsuki lets out a long unsatisfied and equally annoying huff from his nose. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes.

“There ain’t a spare tire.” It’s not a question but you answer it like one.

“Oops I guess not,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. Again, Katsuki is thoroughly irritated by how unbothered with everything you are.

“How does your car not have a spare tire?!” He yells.

“It’s not really my car. I bought it off of a guy right before I left,” you respond sheepishly, putting your hand behind your head.

“And ya didn’t think to check to make sure there was a fucking spare tire?”

“Dude, I bought it off Craigslist. It was like $500.”

“I know it’s a piece of shit! But you seriously didn’t think about the possibility of getting a flat while you were driving around being some hippie who lives in her car or something!?”

It’s official. Katsuki has officially decided you are one, out of your mind and two, would be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren't for him tagging along with you. He’s glaring at you but when your face contorts to annoyance and rage he almost takes a step back.

“No actually. I didn’t think to check if the almost 20 year old car I bought off of a sketchy guy on Craigslist for dirt cheap right after coming from a funeral and deciding on a whim that I wanted to run away from everyone, had a spare tire. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yeah. It is,” he huffs stubbornly.

“Does it make you feel better?” you challenge, putting your hands on your hips.

“No.”

“Well then this is a lose lose situation then.”

“You are unbearable,” he groans, rubbing his hands down his face.

“We’ll just catch a ride with someone. I’m sure there’s a town nearby where we can buy a tire and come back here to put it on Cthulhu,” you sigh, strolling to the side of the road and putting your thumb up.

“Hitchhiking? That’s your solution?”

“You got a better one?” you say looking over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“You wanna climb in the car with some people we don’t even fucking know and hope that they actually do take us to a town and then drive us back here? That’s fucking insane.”

You scoff, “Wow Grumps. That’s a bit hypocritical of you. You climbed in the car with a stranger to go on a road trip to nowhere.”

“And you make me question that decision every time you play a John Denver song,” he growls.

“ANYWAY, it’s clear I don’t have a problem with strangers and neither do you so let’s get to the side of the road and get our thumbs ready to hitchhike,” you say and because Katsuki is stupid and has no other plan formed he stands next to you on the road with his thumb out.

The two of you thankfully don’t have to hitchhike long. Seems everyone is eager to help a pretty girl broken down on the side of the road with a grumpy looking guy as a passenger. Katsuki declines help from three truck drivers who offer to take you—just you—to go purchase a tire. Fuckin’ scumbags.

So he’s extra precautious when a tiny blue car pulls up next to your ruined one with a beep. The passenger rolls down the window and it’s a girl with bright pink thick curly hair and tanned skin. She’s smiling brightly at you and you’ve instantly struck up a conversation with her.

“Oh my gosh! I love your hair!” you squeal and the girl doesn’t miss a beat in smiling and squealing with you.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance again. The driver leans over the girl with the pink hair and Katsuki can see it’s a lanky guy with a black mullet, a big toothy grin and heavy lidded eyes.

“You two need a ride somewhere?”

“Yeah please!” you chirp.

Katsuki pulls the collar of your shirt and yanks you back toward him. He wraps his heavy arm around your neck and hisses into your ear. “The hell are you doing? This guy looks like a scumbag.”

You’re frowning but you glance back to the girl and the guy in the car and then back to Katsuki.

“No he doesn’t. They both look nice and if you remember, we need a ride,” you say simply.

“Geez Airhead you should pay closer attention to your surroundings. The car smells like weed and the guy looks like he’s higher than a kite and he’s driving. You really wanna get in a car with someone like that?” He glares at you as if he’s won the argument.

You cock your hip and glare back at him. Then you turn and walk back to the guy in the car, bend down to look him in the eyes and ask “Are you high right now?”

Katsuki slaps a hand over his eyes and drags it down his face dramatically, sighing deeply.

“Uhhh no… I mean I was a few hours ago, but I had to sober up to drive so—” he stammers in shock.

“Perfect! We need a ride to the closest mechanic shop to buy a new tire. Can you guys help us out?” you ask, batting your lashes.

The pink haired girl and the guy driving exchange a look and then she replies “Yeah hop in. We’re on our way to a friend’s place. There’s a town like 100 miles away. Should be a place for you to buy a tire there.”

“Awesome!” you say skipping to the back seat and giving Katsuki an “I told you so” look. He stomps around the other side of the car, yanks the door open then slams it shut.

“...and this is Katsuki but you can just call him Grumpy,” you finish a sentence he’s just caught the end of.

“Do not fucking call me that,” he says, through his teeth while you giggle. The girl in the front seat looks quickly between the two of you with a worried expression but the guy smiles an easy going smile and says “Sup man.”

“Grumpy, this is Hanta and Mina,” you say, gesturing to each of them.

Katsuki’s not a complete asshole so he nods to both of them and mumbles a quick “Thanks for the ride,” before turning to look at the window and pout. He hears you giggle again as Hanta drives away from your broken down car.

The sun is starting to set on the horizon, painting the dry flat landscape in the pink and indigo colors Katsuki has always been fond of. He takes a deep breath. Why’s he so frustrated? It’s not like the two of you didn’t need a ride? And so far these people don’t seem like crazies.

It’s just that Katsuki was just getting used to being around you so much, and now he has to be around other people he doesn’t even know. It’s exhausting. He glances at you out of his peripherals, you’re chatting animatedly to Mina in the front seat, seemingly extremely comfortable. How do you do it? It’s something he envies about you.

But there’s something else bubbling inside him, something else that puts him in a foul mood as he watches you slap a high five with Hanta over having the same taste in —shitty—music. He thought the two of you had a connection, but it seems, you make connections with everyone you come in contact with. He blows out another frustrated puff of air from his nose and it fogs the window he’s smashed his head against.

Why the fuck does it matter who’s she’s comfortable with. I don’t care. I don’t even know her like that. He thinks to himself. It doesn’t help him feel better though, so he rolls his eyes and continues glaring out the window. After about an hour of driving, Katsuki hears the click of your seat belt unbuckle and he turns to see you scooting into the middle seat next to him.

“The fuck are you—”

He stops mid sentence when you slip your hand between the space where his arm is tucked into his side, slump down and lie your head on his arm. He stares at you for a bit, watching the way you gently fall into slumber.

The car is dark, Mina is asleep in the passenger seat and Hanta is in own world humming a song on the radio as he drives. The moon overhead follows the car and shines slivers of light on your face. Katsuki swallows, his heart is doing that annoying thing again where it beats way too fast and his cheeks heat up.

He shakes his head, grabs the seatbelt in the middle seat and pulls it over your body to buckle it in. Then he maneuvers you so that your head is in his lap. He rests his hand on your back and he hears you sigh in your sleep.

He’s thankful the car is dark, so no one can make out the small smile he lets push itself on his face as he rubs subtle circles on your back and turns to watch the moon in the sky.

“Fuck.”

Katsuki is standing and staring at a closed sign in front of the empty mechanic shop. The sign reads 9AM to 8PM. Katsuki clicks the lock button on his phone to illuminate it and check the time on the bright screen.

8:13PM.

“Fucccckkkk,” he repeats, dragging out the last syllable in frustration.

You sidle up next to him and look at the sign with sleepy eyes. You rub your eyes then mutter irritated, “Shit.”

Surprisingly, Katsuki doesn’t flash you a cocky grin, instead he chuckles to himself. You’ve shown no signs of being frustrated once since the two of you started this trip, until now. And now you look like a disheveled grumpy kid who’s been woken up from their nap. He’ll admit, it’s kinda cute and he smirks as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

You look around quickly, Hanta has driven away after dropping the two of you off. There are no other buildings on this road except a weird gas station that also has the lights off. It’s dark and a bit chilly. No cars drive on the road, and the night is only filled with the gentle whistling of the cool breeze and the tingling wind chimes in front of the shop.

Plopping down on the ground, you sigh. “I’m sorry Grumpy. This is all my fault,” you say sadly.

You're squeezing your fingers together in frustration and he can tell you’re beating yourself up. Katsuki grunts, pats the top of your head, then bends down in front of you.

“S’fine. We’ll just wait here until the shop opens tomorrow morning,” he replies, taking a page out of your “optimism” book. He tries to keep his voice gentle, to make sure he doesn’t scold you more than you’re already scolding yourself.

You blow a raspberry then pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them to pout. Katsuki watches you for a bit, then sighs and sits next to you on the gravel. It’s not a bad night, not too cool. He’s spent colder nights in the back of his own car. A biting breeze threatens his assurance of the temperature and he hears your teeth chatter. In one swift movement, he removes his jacket and tosses it over your head.

“Here stupid,” he mutters.

If there’s one thing he appreciates about you is that you don’t make everything a scene. This little gesture is one he knows someone else would tease him about, would look up at him with big eyes and say some stupid shit like “you’re giving me your jacket?”

But with you everything is so simple. Everything he does for you is treated as if you know he would do it for you. Like you know he’ll take care of you so you don’t question it. It’s weird how comfortable you are with him already. He appreciates it, but still it’s fucking weird. You remove it from your head and wrap it around your shoulders, burying your nose into the fabric and breathing in deeply.

“Thanks, Grumpy,” you reply.

Luckily, neither of you are sitting out in front of the shop for very long. Hanta pulls up, beeping the horn and rolling the window down. He gives you both a lift back to his friend’s house—which Katsuki objects to but gets dragged into by you anyway—and suddenly he’s leaning against the entrance to the living room of a small two bedroom apartment.

He watches you laugh and joke with Mina and the friend they were coming to visit who he learns is named Kyouka. Like always, you’ve gotten along perfectly with both of them and you’re chatting animatedly like you’ve known them both your entire life.

Katsuki huffs. He wonders how you go through life with this dumb happy go lucky view of everything after experiencing a death in the family. Don’t people usually sulk for months or years after a death? Or they get angry or depressed or... everything but how you’re acting right now. Katsuki didn’t experience a death but he’s been mourning the end of his career for months.

Hanta calls to him from the kitchen, asking for help in carrying the pizza and soda that just arrived. Reluctant to take his eyes from you—he doesn’t know these people they could be fucking creeps—he spins on his heel to join Hanta in the kitchen.

“Thanks for your help,” Hanta replies with a big toothy grin.

Katsuki shrugs him off, sliding his hands underneath the big square boxes and hoisting them to carry them into the living room. Strumming from a guitar is coming from the living room now, followed by an alto voice smoothly singing lyrics. It sounds like one of the songs you played in the car..

Don’t any of these people listen to good fucking music?

He rounds the corner to the living room and Kyouka is strumming a guitar, singing with her eyes closed and rocking back and forth to the melody. You and Mina are sitting cross legged on the floor in front of her, rocking to the melody as well. Your eyes are closed, your head is bobbing, you’re smiling to yourself. The room suspiciously smells like…

No fucking way. Did you seriously smoke with them? He grinds his teeth as he watches you sway to the music but he’s stopped cold when both you and Mina’s voices join Koyouka’s while singing the chorus.

Can I be close to you?

Katsuki doesn’t think he’s heard you sing before. That’s not to say you haven’t while on this trip but he definitely tuned you out while driving. But this time is different. This time your voice melds perfectly with the other two and you sound good. Sure, Kyouka is carrying the beat and melody with her strumming and singing but your harmonies above the melody, it’s beautiful. He’s shocked, standing there holding the pizza and watching you with his lips parted.

Hanta’s light nudge into his shoulder is the only thing that breaks him out of the stupor of watching you.

“You good, man?” he asks, looking from you to him.

“M’ fine. Where do you want these?” he says, shaking his head and glaring.

Hanta tells him to set them on a table next to the couch as you start to sing the second verse of the song solo:

Can I take it to a morning

Where the fields are painted gold

And the trees are filled with memories

Of the feelings never told?

Again you sound great, when you sing the words, your eyebrows pull together as the emotion hits you and when you sing the question, it’s almost like you’re asking him and expecting an answer. Katsuki’s stomach feels weird, almost like he’s going to be sick. Why is he freaking out like this? Why can’t he take his eyes off of you as you sing and Mina and Kyouka’s vocals join back up with yours. Why does it feel like you’re singing this song to him?

Can I be close to you?

Don’t be fucking stupid, he thinks.

There’s a lingering cloud of haze in the living room probably from the shit they smoked. That has to be it. That’s probably why he feels sick. Why his mind is being crazy and he’s thinking shit he wouldn’t normally be thinking about. It’s also probably why you sound better singing than what he’s used to. That shit’s supposed to make everything feel good, right? So of course he’s feeling that way.

The song ends and Hanta announces the food is here right as you make eye contact with Katsuki. He can see how low your eyes are, slightly glazed over as you smile big at him. You, Mina, and Kyouka find your way over to the pizza box and Katsuki steps out of the way to let them grab a slice before he grabs your arm and pulls you to the side.

“You smoked with them? What the hell, they could’ve laced it with something!” he scolds in a hissing whisper in your ear.

You shrug, “I think if they wanted to drug us, they would’ve done that a while back, yeah? Besides, I’m still cognitive enough to fight back if I need to. I’m just floating right above the clouds,” you reply in an airy voice.

Your goofy grin doesn’t calm him and when you realize he’s actually worried you do something that makes his shoulder tense. You bring your hand up to hold his cheek, your expression immediately changing to worry.

“Hey, were you worried about me? You don’t have to worry. I’m fine ok?” you say seriously.

He’s never noticed how soft your hands are and right now holding his face, it feels like you’re pumping some kind of calm energy through your palm into him because he instantly settles down. He should pull out of your grasp but he doesn’t. He just sighs and then focuses his scarlet eyes on yours.

“Would it kill ya to be more hesitant with them?” he asks huffing in frustration.

“I’ll definitely try.” You smile then and to stop himself from smiling with you, he rolls his eyes.

When you’ve grabbed a slice of pizza and have skipped back over to sit in the middle of the room with the girls, Hanta comes over and asks if everything’s ok.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing. She said you’d just met about a month ago,” he says looking at you across the room.

“We’re not a thing. She’s just…a travel partner,” Katsuki grumbles.

Hanta blinks in surprise. “Dude seriously? You haven’t taken your eyes off her since we got in,” he chuckles, “The girls think you’re a stalker or that you kidnapped her or something,” he finishes.

Katsuki’s eyes grow wide then he groans in frustration. “Fucking shit. I told her…”

Hanta stops him, waving both of his hands up in front of him. “Nah don’t worry. I calmed them down. Told ‘em you’re just trying to find your words,” he says shrugging.

“The fuck does that mean?” Katsuki asks, curling his lip in disgust.

“Have ya told her that you feel something when you look at her, yet? Or… is it too soon for you to know,” Hanta asks, tilting his head and observing Katsuki like he’s some sort of goddamn specimen.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and leans away from him. “Look I ain’t into that trippy ‘Love Everyone, Peace’ bull shit. If you’re gonna try to spit that shit to me I ain’t gonna hear it.”

“Heh I can tell you aren’t and frankly neither am I. World’s fucked up sometimes. Sometimes fucked up shit happens to the best people. But there are other times where you look at someone or you talk to someone and for just that moment, everything feels ok. When I find people like that, I tend to keep 'em close.” Hanta says looking at Mina with an expression Katsuki can’t understand.

Katsuki eyes fall back to you. You’re shrugging the way you do when you’re trying to avoid your feelings. He knows it all too well, you’ve been doing it a lot this trip. When he hears you say “Grief is just you going the rest of your life trying to fill the hole the person left. Sometimes you find a good substitute, other times you never find it and just learn how to live with the hole,” a pang of pain rips through his stomach. Must be the greasy smell of the pizza.

Hanta chuckles again and this time he puts a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. To his own surprise, he doesn’t pull out of his grasp.

“Dude I think it’s ok if you don’t wanna put a label on whatever you’re feelin’. And it’s also ok to admit that you don’t want anyone else to have the same type of unlabeled relationship with her. That’s all I’m sayin’,” Hanta says, squeezing his shoulder a bit before he grabs his own slice of pizza and goes to sit next to Mina on the floor.

Katsuki huffs as Hanta's words settle in his mind. Pfft whatever, what does he know?

It has to be magic the way you’ve melded with this group of people you just fucking met. You’re all sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room chatting and laughing like you’re old friends. Mina is braiding your hair, Kyouka is playing random tunes on the guitar that you’re all trying to guess and Hanta,, that fucking slick bastard, is definitely hitting on you. He keeps moving closer to you and every time you get a song right, he puts his arm around your shoulder to congratulate you.

Katsuki stares from outside of the social circle, sitting on the couch away from the action and observing since you won’t take your safety seriously. He watches you giggle, watches the way your cheeks puff up with glee and everyone else laughs with you. It’s so strange. How haven’t you pushed people away?

After the accident, Katsuki cut everyone off. He didn’t want to be near anyone, no one made him happy and frankly he was sick of all the pitiful glances his friends kept giving him. It was better to be alone, in the presence of his own company. It was safe, no annoying people to bother him. He could sulk and it was fine. Not soon after, the booze came and wrapped him in comfort and then…He can’t remember much after that. At least not until meeting you. Somehow you’d barged your weird ass into his life and since then he hadn’t been able to stay away from you.

Maybe it was ok to loosen up for once. At least for now. You made a good point, if these guys wanted to drug the both of you, they would’ve done it back in the car. They had the opportunity.

Hanta’s lighting the end of another rolled blunt as Kyouka starts the beginning of a song that surprisingly Katsuki knows and actually likes. Hanta takes a long drag and passes it to Mina. You're singing again, apparently you know this song as well—ok so maybe you don’t have terrible taste—and Katsuki watches you like he’s watching a concert. The room starts to fill with the wispy vapors of the smoke and Katsuki thinks fuck it, might as well try to enjoy himself.

He gets up and walks over to the circle, standing over Mina he holds his hand out to her glaring. She looks up at him in confusion then over to Hanta who nods before she hands the blunt to him. You’re staring at him in disbelief but haven’t stopped singing along to the tune Kyouka’s playing.

“You know how to—” Hanta starts but Katsuki cuts him off.

“Course, I’m not an idiot,” he snaps.

Katsuki takes a long deep breath in, letting the smoke fill his lungs and then exhales a long cloud of smoke. He coughs, and each new breath makes his head become a little fuzzier. His limbs feel lighter and the plucking strings of the guitar sound pleasant to him. He takes one more hit, then hands it back to Mina. He’s calmed, walking over to sink back on the couch. It’s comfy, so comfy he almost wants to lie down here and go to sleep.

He understands what you meant when you said you’re floating right above the clouds. He doesn’t feel like he’s floating but he feels happy, like when people say they're on cloud nine. That’s what this feels like. Suddenly he’s thinking about you again and your smile. He can hear you singing again and he realizes Kyouka has started playing the first song again. He remembers you singing the lyrics.

Can I be close to you?

Are you asking him that? Do you want to be close to him? Does he want you to be close to him? He thinks the answer is yes. From his place on the couch the two of you lock eyes and he feels like a little piece of himself is reaching out to you. Your returning gaze feels like you are taking it willingly, nurturing it and keeping it safe. You smile and his world brightens. There’s so much you keep hidden behind your bright smile.

It’s at this moment Katsuki realizes he does want to be close to you. It’s at this moment he knows he wants to stay with you. Granted, he’s high as a goddamn kite right now, so he could wake up and change his mind completely, but there’s something different about what he’s feeling now. It’s a relief, like a weight off of his shoulders and he’s finally giving himself a chance to relax.

You get up and tiptoe over to him on the couch. You sink down onto it next to him and he smirks and puts an arm around your shoulder casually. You don’t say anything, but there’s a smirk on your face that says everything he needs to know. You lean into his chest and sigh as you hum the song.

Can I be close to you?

He sings it to himself and he knows when he feels your body shake from the giggle that you heard him. He wants to kiss your forehead but decides that’s not a good idea while you both are intoxicated so he keeps his arm wrapped protectively around you.

Soon your eyelashes flutter and you drift off to sleep clinging to his shirt. He watches your peaceful slumber, rubbing tiny circles in your back before the cloudy waves of the drug pull him into unconsciousness and he’s sleeping soundly with you in his arms.

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Thanks for reading!

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #tw: drugs #marquie writes #Sleep on the Floor #hmm i should make a masterlist for this #I think I can make some smut happen int he nexxt part #we'll see #sleep on the floor fic chatter

[drakenology]

How about when your working as a hotel concierge and one of the famous pro heroes (can be anyone u like, maybe Bakugou? 😉) comes in for a relaxin vacation from doing so many hero work. He doesn’t know us, but he will. 🥴

you are a genius, muah!

thank you anon for inspiring this piece.

Room Service! - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings: smut! (minors gtfo), oral (male receiving & female receiving), mentions of cum, size kink, mirror sex (cause it slaps), just a raunchy hook up between two consenting adults (so pro hero katsukiii)

Tonight was making your job really fucking annoying. You sat at your desk answering phone calls about which pro hero would be staying at your hotel (the only bane of your existence).

Of course you can’t disclose that information because of privacy but you didn’t even know that yourself. You sigh as you hang up the phone on yet another greedy fangirl trying to get closer to whomever would be staying here.

You start to wonder who it might be; that 7 foot tall red head or maybe the sexy blonde who could make you blow whenever he wanted.

It was no secret you’d been a fan of Mr. Dynamight since his earlier days of hero work; your coworkers often caught you doodling your name and his last name on a piece of paper like a high school girl with a monster crush. Your mind wandered, thinking of what you’d do-what you’d say if Dynamight walked into your lobby right-

“Yo. I’ve got a reservation under Katsuki Bakugo.” A raspy voice rang in your ears to snap you out of your daydream, making you jump in surprise. Holy shit, it’s him! Fuck. Stay calm.

“Oh! U-uh.. Welcome Mr. Dynamigh- I mean Bakugo.” You stutter, palms clammy and shaking as you look his name up in the computer.

“You new or somethin’?” Bakugo asked, red eyes peering over the counter and straight down at your body.

Even though this isn’t his first time staying here for vacations he’s never seen a hot little thing like you working the desk. All dressed up in an orange button up blouse and a black pencil skirt he could just lift up and have his way with you in. Damn you look good in orange.

You notice his gaze and turn your attention back to the computer, internally screaming as you realize Katsuki Bakugo is fucking staring at you.

“No. Actually this is my third month here. I usually work mornings but we’re unfortunately incredibly shortstaffed tonight so.. here I am.” You nervously laugh, spelling his name wrong about fifty times out of anxiousness before finally finding his name and room number.

“Room 202, sir. Would you like for me to escort you?” You question, standing from your seat and stretching your limbs since you’ve been sitting in that damned chair all night.

Bakugo drank the shape of your body in, following your curves with his eyes and licking his lips enough for you to see.

“Nah, I got it. You just sit your pretty ass down. I might call you for somethin’ later.” Katsuki says with a wink, hauling his luggage in those big strong arms of his off to the elevator, fuck.

Is he being hot on purpose?

You’re left at your desk hot and bothered. You couldn’t help it but your mind was just filled with all the filthy things you’d do to Katsuki. Thank god no one else came through the lobby for most of the night because with the way you felt right now, how could a girl focus on anything?

Almost an hour goes by quickly, your daydreams and fantasies haulting when you hear the phone ring. Sigh. You reluctantly pick it up, rolling your eyes as you brace to hear yet another fan girl’s screaming.

“Hello, This is Y/N. How can I help you?” You say monotonously, looking down at your nails.

“Hey, sexy desk lady. This you?” The same raspy voice that ached your pussy sang to you.

“Th-this is she.” You gasp, so entranced that you actually answered to the nickname.

“What’s on the menu? I hope all meals include sexy concierges.” He says, his smirk audible. “‘M hungry.”

“Oh. Well we do have a steak dinner I could bring up to you. How does that sound?” You stutter, hardly able to seem professional with his blatant flirting.

“Perfect. Oh and tell your boss or whoever the fuck you answer to that your shift is over. I want you in my room.” Katsuki declared, confidence dripping over every word.

“B-But sir, I can’t just-“ You try to speak, interrupted.

“Customer’s always right.” He teased before hanging up, making sure you got the point.

You take in a breathe, taken aback by how swiftly he can turn you on just by speaking to you. You stand from your chair, almost falling back down from the shakiness of your legs. Fuck it if Bakugo wanted you so badly, here you come. Stumbling into the kitchen you put in Bakugo’s order and tell your manager that the Pro-Hero wants you to deliver his food and keep him company.

“Shit! Hopefully he leaves a good tip. He’s gonna put in such a good rating for us and....” She rambled, the rest of her quarrel falling on deaf ears. You were too busy creaming in your panties at the thought of Bakugo grabbing you by the fucking hair and just-

“Order up!” The chef yells snapping you out of your mindless filth. He’s wheeling over the room service cart for you to take upstairs and shouting something about giving it to him hot.

“Smile, Y/N. Make a good first impression.” Your manager said, leading you to the elevator with one hand on your back.

The ride up felt like the longest elevator ride in history. The walk down the hallway seemed even longer as you look for his room.

200...201....202.

You stand at his door, heart threatning to leap out of your chest as you knock softly.

“Who is it?” Katsuki shouted through the door and some loud rock music.

“Room Service!” You manage, hoping you hid your nervousness well. You hear the music die down and the lock of the door click unlocked.

As the door swung open your eyes beheld the image of Bakugo’s toned and muscular torso without a shirt. His sweatpants hung lazily on his hips, the waistband of his boxers showing proudly. As your eyes unknowingly travel further down you get an eyeful of what he’s packing. And baby it is heat.

His dick-print was so prominent it was almost astounding . Is this him soft? You quickly look back upwards at the tall God in front of you and look at his handsome face. Gruff and just manly looking. His hair was tossed all over his head, eyes low and intense as he smirked at you. How on earth can one man be this attractive?

“Ah. Right on time. Get yer ass in here.” Bakugo rasped, groaning at the sight of you. You push yourself and the cart inside, swallowing the lump in your throat. Bakugo walks in front of you and puts out the joint he smoked just fresh out of the shower.

The employee in you told you to scold him for smoking in the building. But for now, hell, let him do whatever he wants. You push the cart into the small living area of his suite, Bakugo sitting on the loveseat in front of you.

“Damn. You look good behind that cart, ya know that?” He says, looking you up and down with those plush lips between his teeth.

You feel your body get hot, not a single thought behind your eyes.

“I-I u-uhm.” You choke. Katsuki stands from the couch and walks towards you like a lion who had just cornered a gazelle. His hands pull you towards him, face so close to yours he could kiss you if he wanted.

“Speak up, sexy. It’s no fun if you don’t talk back. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” He purred, leaning into your neck and leaving a chaste kiss.

Your eyes flutter, moaning softly as his kisses become deeper. The trail he left led all the way up to your ear, gasping as he nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“I-I’m sorry. I am a little ner- ah- vous.” You mewl, feeling like you might drop to the floor as his hands snuck down from your waist and onto your ass.

“Mhm. Just relax. I don’t bite. Well, from the looks of it you like a little biting don’t you?” He teased, letting his hands do more talking for him.

His hands knead and caress your body as he leaned down to kiss you. It was the hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced; his big hands exploring your body while nibbling your bottom lip as he pulled away for air only to dive right back into your mouth. He picked you up and led you to the loveseat; hands planted what seemed like permanently into your ass as he sat you on his lap.

He starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, eventually getting annoyed with the stupid blouse and just ripping it open. You gasp as all the buttons pop and fall on the floor, your bra on full display for Katsuki as he hissed.

“Fuck. ‘So sexy.” He huffs, pulling your tits out of your bra and taking one into his mouth. You’re turning into jelly in his hands, mindlessly grinding your aching pussy against his groin and moaning into the room.

“Shit. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Katsuki rasped, pressing a thumb onto your covered clit for you to grind on. Your breathing hitched, knowing he can feel how wet you are through your panties as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Suddenly he stops, causing you to whine from the loss if his mouth.

“Wait, baby. I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” Katsuki lulled, pressing his fingers in your mouth while you happily suck on them. You climb off his lap and situate yourself on your knees in front of him, pulling his sweats and boxers down without a second thought.

Fuck was he big. He had girth and length with these sickeningly prominent veins, his pretty dick already deliciously leaking pre-cum. You try not to moan at the upward curve in it, imagining all the spots he can hit with it in just the right angle. And it was heavy too, the spring of his dick leaving his briefs causing it to smack right on his abs. You look up at Bakugo’s eyes who haven’t left you since you got on your knees.

“Go on, sexy. Show me what you got.” He coos, sighing as you take him into your wet mouth.

You tease him a little, swiping your tongue over the head to lick up some of that pre cum. You’re staring at him with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out and sliding your mouth down until you’re taking him into your throat. Gagging and drooling you bob your head, slurping a bit as he grabbed your hair.

“S-Shiit, baby.” He moans, your drool dripping all over the place as he fucked your mouth with a fist full of your hair. As he’s pulling you up and down on his cock you hollow your cheeks in time with his movements, tears streaming down your face and smudging your mascara.

“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. Fuck.” He hissed, letting go of your hair to let you get up and breathe. You take his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and stroke him, all your slobber being the perfect lube as you pump and twist up and down with your hand.

Bakugo leans into the loveseat, his head hanging back into the chair as he cussed. You were making him feel so good, shit you were pretty close to making him cum.

“Want me inside you, baby?” He managed, your mouth and hands taking his breath away. You pull away from his dick again, blinking away your tears.

“Uh-huh.” You nod, the fastest thing you could say. Before you know it you’re scooped up and flung onto the bed, your skirt and panties discarded somewhere.

You don’t even ask him to return the favor. To be honest you didn’t need him to. But the way his tongue flicked your clit around was enough to intoxicate anyone. You can’t help the loud moans you let out, legs trembling as he stuck his tongue inside you. He teased your folds with his tongue, sloppily making out with your pussy until you’re completely blank-headed.

“Look at me, baby.” He hummed, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit.

Your eyes roll back, trying hard to look at his face as he devoured you. His fierce eyes caught your hazy gaze, a fucked out expression written all over your face as he quite literally sucked your orgasm out of you. Katsuki’s lips left your pussy, his chin glistening in your slick with a shit eating grin on his face. Maybe he should stay here more often.

“Heh. First time in my life a woman’s left me speechless.” He says sitting up, his dick standing at attention right above your cunt. The bastard starts tapping his cock on your already sensitive clit with a devilish smirk, biting his lip at your reaction.

Every tap made your eyes cross, your puffy clit throbbing at the sensation. Your whines become desperate, causing Katsuki to crave the satisfaction of your begging. With a raised eyebrow he pushed himself only half way inside you, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.

“You want it? Hm? I’m talkin’ to you.” Katsuki teased, raising your face to look at him by your chin.

God you looked so sexy like this; legs spread, thighs quivering from all the pleasure, a tantalizingly dumb look on your face.

“Y-yes.. Katsuki p-please.” You plead, mewling when he starts moving but way too slow for your liking.

“All of it, yeah?” He further questioned, really enjoying teasing you. The look on your face as he plunged deeper inside you just enough to stretch you was priceless, a little shriek escaping you.

“Yess, god yes.” You bellow, desperate for your itch to finally be scratched. With a dark chuckle Katsuki slams all of his length inside your gummy walls, your head thrown back into the pillows at the brute force. And that dull stretch felt so good, as if Katsuki’s dick was made to fuck you.

“So biig- ngh!” You struggle to say, covering your mouth as you notice you’re screaming for him. Bakugo takes your hand off your mouth and pinned it above your head, smirking down at the dazed face before him.

“I know, baby. So good for me. So fuckin’ tight.” Bakugo rambles, rutting his hips into yours as he lifts your thighs up and throws them over his broad shoulders.

The new position sent shockwaves through your whole body, your cries so audible you swore you heard them echo in his room. His pace was slow but deliberate, that fucking curve hitting that spot over and over again.

“Oh my god! Oh my godd!” You chant, your wet walls clenching down onto his cock threatening to cum all over him.

“Thats it, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” Bakugo urged, taking one hand and rubbing insane circles into your throbbing clit his thrusts becoming more brutal as you feel him hit your cervix in the most pleasurable way.

You say something about cumming for him or something, the sentence scrambled as you boil over. Your face was too sinful for words to explain, tongue hanging out as you pant and fat tears bubbling in your eyes.

“I’m not finished. Turn around.” Katsuki demands, smacking your thigh to get you to muster whatever strength you have left to turn around.

Next thing you know you’re bent over, Bakugo plunging back inside as if he had already missed the feeling of your sweet walls. His dick was made for this position, the upward curve hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

“God, look at you..” Bakugo says, his gaze meeting the full length mirror in front of his bed. “So fucking sexy.” He muttered, pulling you by your hair to make you behold what he was looking at.

Your eyes meet the glass reflection of you being absolutely railed senselessly by a man you’d desired since you were a teenager. And it all felt so good. You watch his movements, every flex of his muscles, every heave of his chest as he panted. He was so gorgeous. Even when he was pounding your poor pussy into submission; all sweaty and sticky he was really something to marvel at.

“Fuuck you’re gonna make me cum. That’s it baby, just like that.” Bakugo moans, grabbing a fist full of your hair and smacking your ass all while locking eyes with the mirror and back down again to where you both connect.

You’re so fucked out you can hardly speak, chanting filthy words to coax him into cumming while throwing your ass back on him in time with his thrusts. He’s cussing up a storm, his pace speeding up as he hummed nasty words back at you.

“Want me to cum, baby? Yeah? Shiit, you’re pussy’s so fucking good.” He groans, snapping his hips into you and biting a little into your shoulder. Soon you’re cumming for him again; you don’t know how or when but a mixture of his disgusting words and that big fat cock sliding in and out of you just pushed you over the edge yet again.

“Fuck.” Bakugo hissed, pulling out of your gummy walls to cum all over your ass. He’s pumping himself for a while, staring down at your glazed ass and moaning at the sight.

Bakugo nearly shoves himself back inside you when he sees you reach back and swipe some onto your finger and taste his cum.

“Shit.” You both gasp, panting and sharing the same high as Bakugo jumps up to get a towel. You lay limp and damn near lifeless on the bed as he wipes your ass off, smacking it once it was clean.

“That was the best fucking room service I’ve ever ordered.”

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #segsmail 🌈 #anon you da best #queue made me do it 🥴

[tokyotokoyami]

MHA Character Reaction: Someone Walking in on You

Bakugo, Iida, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Sero, Todoroki, + Tokoyami

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, degradation, profanity and obscene language

A/N: i lowkey forgot i made this account, i’ll try to post on it more

“get the fuck out”

he’s pissed that anyone would just walk in as if they own the place

goes even harder once they leave

little exhibitionist actually kind of liked it but he’s not going to tell you that

instead he’ll pull out some good ol degradation

“i bet you like them seeing you like this huh? want them to see me abusing this greedy little hole? yea, i can feel you tightening up slut.”

loves the thought of everyone seeing how good he makes you feel

he wants them to hear you too

i hope you like being tortured because that’s what’s going to happen

covers you up the moment he hears the door open

even if it leaves him completely exposed

“do you mind? we’re kind of in the middle of something.”

apologizes to you profusely

goes and locks the door

kinda laughs it off

“now where were we?”

makes it a point to kiss all your embarrassment away

“i wasn’t planning on sharing your beauty with the world but i guess some things are too good to keep to myself huh?”

the rest of your time together is going to be filled with laughter and giggles, no matter how serious it was before they came in

little shithead

“like what you see?”

doesn’t pull out or cover you up

probably twitches inside of you

would invite whoever it is to join but play it off as a joke

he’s going to tease you to no end

“ha look at you, getting all shy. there’s no point in that babe. why don’t you show everyone how much you love it. how much you love me.”

imagine him pounding you harder than he ever has before because he wants to show off just how good he makes you feel

literally does not care

isn’t going to say anything or move

just lets the person leave on their own

probably laughs about it a little before he starts moving again

“remind me to lock the door next time.”

if that person ever brings it up he will literally just be like “yea so? me and my s/o have sex, what’s the issue?”

he makes it clear that he’s got nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about

i hope you finished because anything you were doing before is over

the moment someone walks in he starts screaming

scrambles to cover you

probably falls somehow

“y/n i am so so sorry. i can’t believe i was so stupid. this is all my fault.”

please console this poor boy

he will think about that moment every time you try to get spicy

“no y/n we can’t! what if we get caught again?”

unfazed

he could be balls deep in you and wouldn’t care

isn’t going to pull out unless you tell him to

“do you need something?”

would start a full blown conversation about what they need, completely ignoring the position you two are in

going to get back into as soon as they leave though

like nothing even happened

won’t even say anything about it unless you do

rip you and iidas sex life

embarrassment  wouldn’t even begin to describe the wave of emotion that washes over him

would beg and plead at the person to forget what they saw

would die if they ever brought it up again

forgets that you are there for a moment before asking if you are okay

would probably reject any advances you make in the future because of that moment

you’re going to have to BEG him for it, if you ever want to do anything in the future

very embarrassed

probably wouldn’t know how to react

“my deepest apologizes love. it would appear i have forgotten to lock the door. please forgive me.”

mans is repenting for his sins

the mood is ruined but like not in an awkward way (?)

he would probably just start aftercare like normal

unless you tell him that you’re still needy, in which case he would take care of you

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #fumikage tokoyami #hanta sero #tenya iida #mha smut #mha scenarios #mha reactions #bnha smut #bnha scenarios #bnha reactions #bakugou smut #midoriya smut #kaminari smut #kirishima smut #todoroki smut #tokoyami smut #sero smut #iida smut

[bigteefsmallbrain]

SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS

So, Soulmate AU where when you talk out loud to yourself, your soulmate can hear you and vice versa, but actively trying to have a conversation with them doesn't work. I'm here, it's 8:43 in the afternoon as opposed to 3:29 AM when I first came up with this.

SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS FOR: Shoto Todoroki, Rin Okumura, and Sakura Haruno

Shoto Todoroki

Aha, good luck finding out you have a soulmate in the first place with this one

He literally does not speak out loud to himself

Not at first that is

He also is clueless about soulmates, like, as soon as he hears your voice he’s google searching “Why is there a voice in my head talking about how their family is disrespecting Ramen?”

When he does realize that it’s his soulmate, he won’t actively pursue speaking to himself or finding you

Actively being the key word here

He wants to believe he doesn’t care and that his soulmate, whoever they are, will just get in his way

But that doesn’t stop him from focusing solely on you when you talk

Or trying to reply to you sometimes

And it certainly doesn’t stop him from subconsciously starting to speak to himself

Which, by the way, scared the piss out of you the first time

You didn’t even know you had a soulmate till that point

so hearing a male voice in your head go “I can’t believe they only serve hot soba here”

Would understandably frighten you

He doesn’t even realize it at first until his father gets pissed at him for mumbling

And he’s just like “oh” and immediately stops, as soon as he realizes from then on

Like you’ll be going about your day, hear him start to speak, then cut himself off

Which is disappointing

His sudden radio silence changes drastically after his fight with Midoriya

Like after getting knocked out by Bakugo and being put into the infirmary, he decides to check over himself while mumbling or if Recovery Girl lists his injuries for him, he’ll repeat them under his breath

Which, scares you obviously, but you’re also glad he’s not dead or something

He starts rating cold soba that he has or has had in the past

Reviewing his day

Talking about Midoriya

Which worries you, does he have a crush? Are they just good friends? Is this ‘Midoriya’ going to steal your soulmate

I stg, Midoriya has become a love rival and the poor boy has no idea

You’re stalking him on the internet trying to find anything you can on him to make sure you can outdo anything he does

He can knit? Oh look, professional lessons and equipment

He does Yoga? Aha, you have never been more flexible in your life

Anything he’s done? You are now doing it better than he ever could

Todoroki doesn’t have this same fear, his parents weren’t soulmates, and he fully trusts you, you’re made for each other, literally

When you finally meet, it’s so unexpected, and he blue screens

Here? Now? Who? What’s yesterday?

He’s not functioning

Todoroki.exe has crashed

Person too pretty

You’re not any better though

Honestly, have you seen this man? He’s model material

Worth millions

You both stare at each other for a good while before Midoriya comes and breaks the silence

And Todoroki makes the mistake of going “Oh, hey Midoriya” and paying attention to him

The fire has been lit, RIP Midoriya Izuku, an innocent man

Rin Okumura

You have a collection of recipes

He talks A LOT when cooking, like, he’s a walking cookbook, going through each step and ingredient

Even for recipes of his own creation

Which he never writes down and frequently forgets

So when you meet, he’s convinced he died and went to heaven

All his beautifully crafted recipes and instructions, he may cry when you show them to him

He also reads out loud to himself, so prepare for that

All the Manga, any book he may read, some new recipe he found on the internet

He reads it out, and sometimes does different voices for other characters

Which is great and all, but since he’s a dropout, it’s literally at all the worst times

Doing a math quiz? He’s crying while reading a romance manga

Trying to study? Good luck with that, he’s dramatically reenacting a action manga panel

He watches Hell's Kitchen and other cooking shows

And RAMBLES

He’s talking about how this technique would be better

Or how he should try recreating that dish later

Critiquing how something turned out

Making a dish along with the show

Now, for him, every time he hears your voice, he freezes

Like, physically freezes

No thoughts, head empty, only soulmate

He will not respond until you’re done talking to yourself

And he commits whatever you say to memory

If you talk about a certain food, he is IMMEDIATELY in the kitchen either A) Learning the recipe for it, or B) Making sure he can still cook it

I can, nearly guarantee, that this man will invite you to his home for breakfast/lunch/dinner when you meet, and cook literally everything you’ve ever mentioned

And continue to cook for you after that

Like, he goes from “I wish to eliminate my birth father” to “The way of the house husband, Okumura style”

When you both meet, he pounces on you

No, I mean literally

He leaps on top of you

No hesitation

As soon as he hears your voice

It’s a immediate cuddle session on the floor

Or if you manage to stay upright, he’s clinging to you like a koala

No, you can’t escape or avoid

And if you DO stay upright, he will continue to lunge at you every time he is within jumping distance

Sakura Haruno

Yes, she may be seen as annoying or useless, but I like her, so I’m going to self indulge, and you can’t stop me

That doesn’t mean I'm gonna sugar coat this though

THIS GIRL GOES THROUGH ALL FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF IN THREE HOURS, AND MOST OF IT IS CRYING

She has spent who knows how long pursuing a toxic, probably Naruto-sexual, duck lookin emo DISASTER only to find out he’s NOT her soulmate?

“I went on this diet, and for what? Nothing”

“I bet it’s wrong, it has to be, right? Sasuke can’t NOT be my soulmate, RIGHT!?”

Yeah, she’s in a sad/denial state for about a week after that

And even after, she’s still salty

It’s not until Sasuke leaves, telling Sakura to go pursue HER soulmate instead of some stupid skin deep crush that she really begins to get OVER him and get INTO you

Except you’ve had enough of her Sasuke BS, so she not only needs to let go of her long time crush, but also make it up to her soulmate

The first time she says something about getting over Sasuke and wanting to be with her soulmate, you laugh, and she hears because you DON’T want to talk to her

“Does she really think one sentence is going to fix years of heartbreak?”

Now, when you put it like that, she cringes, and realizes that there's a lot of damage she caused

Honestly, when you two meet, you don’t recognize each other immediately, due to the fact that you don’t speak to her often or care to remember her voice

You probably found her with her head in her hands, probably eating away her woes at Ichirakus

You slide in, very smoothly, might I add, and ask what’s wrong while ordering yourself a bowl

She tells you the surface, that a friend ran from the village, which is true, but not what she’s sad about

You give her advice, chit chat a bit longer, getting to know each other, before paying for both her and your bowl and heading off

Never gave any names, just friendly conversation

You run into each other more frequently, growing closer with each talk, finally knowing each others names

Never mentioning meeting each other when talking to yourselves though

Eventually, using your advice when Sakura mentioned her soulmate was mad at her, you grew to forgive your soulmate

The two of you got such Deja Vu because of it too, since you were talking to each other and listening to the other ramble to themselves

Till one day, one of you mention the others name

And the other is like, “Oh my gosh [Y/N or Sakura] is my soulmate”

And then you both know

And the next time you see each other it’s a bit awkward, until Sakura says “So uh, I used your advice”

And you burst out laughing, conversation flowing as it would from there

You do hold a vendetta against Sasuke though, and after getting to know Sakura, it just gets 10 times worse

Like you’re ready to knock his teeth in if you ever see him

The pure, unadulterated rage you hold for him grows with every hate crime against Sakura he makes

Like, she tries to help him, now platonically, and he tries to kill her

There is no end to your rage

Everyone knows not to mention his name around you now

White boy better run and run fast if y’all ever meet

Yes, I do simp for pink haired characters, what are you gonna do about it?

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Fake Boyfriend

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Prompt: Mineta is a creep and you devise a plan for it to come to an end.

Word Count: 1290

Reader: Female

Warning: Gotta love a good fake dating trope... Very Americanized, I’m so sorry. lmk if you guys want more parts, I have a few in mind.

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You were sat on your bed, trying to finish the last bit of homework before the weekend started. Notes and books were spread out in front of you while the assignment laid in your lap untouched. Something was running through your head that you couldn’t let go of.

You bite the end of your pencil, trying to process what’s going through your mind. It wasn’t a topic you were well versed on. The girls brought it up today and the words echoed. Flicking your gaze over at your desk where Bakugo was sitting, the temptation to break the silence was high.

“Bubba?” You call out in a small voice.

He lets out a small grumble, his focus never leaving his homework. “What did I say about that?”

You roll your eyes at him, “I’ve been calling you that since we were kids and I’m not stopping now. I’ve told you that before.” You chide with a small smile. The two of you have been friends from the womb it seems since your mothers were friends. Growing up together, spending every moment together up until you were sent off to an all-girls boarding school for middle school. 

Reuniting at UA, the two of you caught up like no time had passed. The difference is Bakugo’s ego and strive to become the number one hero only increased. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for his childhood best friend.

“Do you think…” You scratch the back of your neck, uncomfortable with the topic. “Do you think… Mineta is a bit…” Your voice trails off as you try to find the right word. “Too friendly with me?”

He lets out a snort, unaware of the serious shift in the air. “Yea, that kids a fucking perv. You give him a skirt and he’ll try to look up it.” 

“No— Katsuki.” You let out a sigh and rub your hand over your face. “This is serious, please.” You beg while staring at the back of his head.

The blond stiffens in his seat at your words. He fiddles with his pencil, mentally preparing himself before he sets it down and spins his chair. Leaning forward with his hands on his knees, he directs all his attention to you.

“The girls were talking today about him and Mina mentioned how it seemed like I was his favorite.” Your eyes shift down to your hands as you fiddle with the end of your sweatshirt. “It made me think and then I started to notice and I just—“ Shaking your head at how ridiculous you sound, you cut yourself off. “I don’t know. I’m being stupid.”

Katsuki stays quiet for a few moments, trying to plan his words carefully to not offend you. “First of all, you are not stupid. You’re just a bit clueless.” He starts off causing you to let out a scoff, after all these years you think you would be used to his bluntness, “I meant with… sexual stuff. And he likes to take advantage of that.”

You nod and go quiet as you process the information. Being at an all-girls took a toll on… that kind of education but it never really processed. Mineta always made you uncomfortable but you never realized how… until now.

“Do you want me to kick his ass?” He stands up with his fist balled at his sides, “I’ll kick his ass right now, I’ve been waiting to ever since—“ 

“No, no,” You shake your head at him, chuckling at his enthusiasm. He never failed to defend you, even back when it was a playground bully. But this was different, you were grown up now. Plus, it was more complicated than insulting your pigtails. “Hurting him won’t make him learn anything, Katsuki.”

“Then what will?”

You wrack your brain, trying to come up with a better way to scare the creep off. Now that you told Katsuki, you had to come up with a plan or he’d take it into his own hands. No matter how much you begged him not to, he always did things like that.

Then an idea pops into mind causing you to let out a gasp. A large smile appears on your face as you scramble off your bed towards him, crumpling all the notes in the process. Katsuki knows that face too well.

“What dumb idea just wiggled its way into that small brain of yours?” He demands as you stand in front of him.

You let out a little giggle as you grab his hands, not noticing the way his breath hitches at the contact. “Bakugo Katsuki,” You look up at him through your lashes. “Will you do the honors of being my boyfriend?”

“Your what?” He screams in your face but you are unfazed. He rips his hands out of yours and glares at you. “Are you crazy?”

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you explain yourself, “If I was dating someone, maybe Mineta would leave me alone.”

“Why me? Why can’t you ask one of the other idiots?”

“Because you’re… you.” You weakly defend, knowing the other boys wouldn’t care for your antics. You, once again, grab his hands and look up at him. “So, will you, Bubba?” You ask, putting your best puppy dog face.

Katsuki’s facade never fades as his heartbeat picks up. He’s imagined this day before but he didn’t think it was going to be a cover-up because you wanted a little purple perv to leave you alone.

“I—“

A knock at the door interrupts his answer making you throw your head back with a groan. You drop his hands and stomp over to the door. Swinging it open, you snap at whoever is standing there, “What?”

“Chill, dudette.” Denki greets, a large smile on his face.

“Yea, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Mineta’s nasally voice catches your attention making you look down. His chuckle that follows sends shivers down your spine.

“Oh, hey.” You switch your tone into an upbeat one. “What do you guys need?”

Mineta and Denki share a look, smirks coming onto their faces.

“Some of us were going down to the beach before the sun set and were wondering if you wanted to come with us,” Mineta asks while not-so-subtly checking you out.

“Oh,” You breathe out, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of being in your swimsuit around him. “I—“

“She’s busy, runt.” Bakugo appears behind you, a hand on the door frame and the other slipping around your waist. Your eyes widen and you look up at him. He smiles down at you causing a small blush to appear on your face.

The smirks are wiped off their faces and are replaced with flabbergasted expressions, jaws dropped to the floor.

“Are you guys gonna just stand there or…?” He raises an eyebrow, his attention going back to the boys, “We were kind of in the middle of something, weren’t we?” He gives you a rough pull, bringing you closer to him with a sly grin. You’re snapped out of your daze when he squeezes your side.

“Oh,” Flicking your gaze back to the two boys, “yea, yea.” You aggressively nod with a large smile. “Bye!” And with that, you slam the door in their faces.

Denki and Mineta stand there, staring at the door. Their minds were boggled at their encounter with the new “couple”. On the other side of it, you were trying to keep your excitement quiet. Holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your squeal, you bounce up and down in front of him. Bakugo watches with a tired expression on his face, he didn’t regret his actions but he knew he was going to regret the outcome.

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Love and Admiration Part 7- Drinks

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warning for male masturbation

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You must have cycled through half a dozen different outfits before you finally settled on one you liked: a careful balance of sexy and comfortable after a long day of hero work. You’ve only been to Masahiro’s once before but it’s a nice enough place and the drinks are good. You spend a stupid amount of time putting on makeup and then double, triple, and quadruple checking how you look in the mirror before you finally head out.

It’s an easy train ride into downtown, a few people recognize and stop you to ask for an autograph or words of wisdom or advice. It’s a surreal experience, sure your popularity has been exploding lately but it’s still odd to be treated as a celebrity. As you walk past a billboard of yourself advertising athleticwear it occurs to you that you kind of are a celebrity. Your train of thought is interrupted by Masahiro’s coming into view. You hurriedly duck into the bar, it’s pretty empty on a Thursday night so it doesn’t take you long to spot Bakugo. He, of course, looks incredible. He’s got on a plaid over shirt that he’s rolled up to his elbows, impressive forearms on display. The black tee he wears beneath it stretches tightly over his muscular chest. He’s sitting at the bar top but you can still appreciate the way his jeans hug his legs. He’s scowling down at his phone, having not noticed your entrance, and it shouldn’t be an attractive expression but somehow on him it just is. You take a deep steadying breath as you steel your nerves, trying to calm down your racing heart as you walk over towards him.

“Where are the others?” Bakugo’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, eyes connecting with yours. “They bailed,” he scoffs, his annoyance clear in his voice. You hum in acknowledgment but then lean against the bar to flag down the bartender. Bakugo watches you curiously, only now properly taking in your appearance. You look good, he’ll admit. In the back of his head a voice that sounds suspiciously like Denki corrects him that you look hot. It’s his first time seeing you in civilian clothing, he realizes, and you wear it well. He’s still trying to decide whether he prefers you in your civilian clothes or hero costume when you finally get the bartender’s attention and the sound of your voice snaps Bakugo out of his trance. His ears go slightly pink when he realizes his train of thought and he quickly shakes his head as if doing so will physically dislodge the thought from his brain. He decides to instead focus on whatever you’re talking to the bartender about. “An order of your finest saké please, and just keep the bottles coming until we ask you to stop,” you tell the bartender with a grin. Bakugo is about to stop you, it’s a ludicrous fucking request considering the astronomical price tag that will surely come with it, but then you finish your sentence. “Oh and would you mind putting it on Chargebolt’s tab? He wanted to treat us to celebrate our big bust today but had to bail cause of work stuff. Y’know how pro hero work is,” you continue. “Of course! No problem Mercury, I’ll get right on that,” the bartender tells you before whisking off to fulfill your request.

As you get comfortable in your seat you find Bakugo giving you a slightly impressed look to which you respond with a shrug. “If he’s gonna bail on us the least he can do is let us get plastered on his money. If the bill gets too ridiculous we’ll switch to one of the other flakes’ tabs,” you reply with a grin. To your delight, Bakugo’s mouth stretches into an amused smirk as he chuckles. “Well played Mercury, well played,” he tells you as the bartender brings over the first bottle and fills two small glasses for you both. “We’re off duty, at least call me (y/l/n),” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. “Well then (y/l/n), let’s make dunce face’s fucking wallet hurt,” Bakugo tells you, grin almost feral as he takes his glass and holds it up. “I’ll drink to that,” you grin before raising your own. The two of you cheers before quickly drinking down the contents of your cups, probably too quickly considering the quality it, and then pour yourselves another round.

Fast forward a few hours and you both have had way too much to drink. Your laughter is too loud, your grins too wide, but neither of you seems to care and after one person had tried to tell you to quiet down and Bakugo nearly ripped their head off no one else has made an attempt. Bakugo genuinely didn’t expect to have this good of a time. Sure, you occasionally would start teasing him, bringing back his trademark scowl, but it was always good natured in the same way Kirishima, Kaminari, and (dare he say it) even Deku tended to be. The kind of teasing he didn’t hate, the kind that didn’t make him want to hide under the bluster and temper that he’d worn like a shield most of his life. He also can’t help but notice little things about you like the beautiful color of your eyes, the way your outfit hangs off your incredible body just right, the way your laugh seems to brighten the entire room. The more the two of you drink the harder it is for him to push the thoughts away. Every time you almost catch him staring a little too intently, he’s immensely grateful he can blame the flush in his cheeks on the alcohol. You are distracting in a way no one has ever been for him and it’s a disconcerting enough thought that he shoves it away and locks it in a box full of things he refuses to think about.

“Hey Bakugo, you listening?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face. “Course I’m listening dumbass what?” he snaps, disgruntled at being caught lost in his thoughts of you. “That’s a lie,” you snort. Bakugo is about to snap at you but you raise your hand to cover his mouth with a giggle to stop him from saying anything. “Last call was like an hour ago, they’re kicking us out dummy,” you tell him, sliding your hand away from his mouth to let him reply. “You’re so drunk,” he accuses you like a hypocrite. “So are you,” you fire back. He doesn’t have a rebuttal for that so he just rolls his eyes before grasping hold of your hand and pulling you from the bar and into a waiting rainstorm outside.

Bakugo knows he should let go of your hand now that you two are outside. He knows you both should go somewhere to take shelter from the rain. There’s a lot of things he should do but instead he’s just standing opposite you, staring at your wide delighted eyes as you grin from ear to ear, alcohol keeping you warm even as the rain soaks through you two’s clothes. This is the part where he’s supposed to say goodnight and the two of you will walk your separate ways but he finds himself not wanting to leave you yet. “C’mon idiot, lemme walk you home,” he tells you tugging you along towards the train back to Hosu City. “I can walk myself home you know, I am a pro hero,” you tell him teasingly as you catch up to walk along beside him. The mere thought of you walking around the city drunk and alone is enough to send a protective surge through Bakugo as he growls out “Absolutely fucking not.” Even on the train he tugs you in closer against him, hiding you in the protective shell of his body and trying very hard not to think about exactly how close you are right now as you giggle and tease him. Your smell fills his nose and it’s intoxicating. He almost feels more drunk off your very presence than he does the copious amounts of saké the two of you had consumed.

Finally the two of you arrive at your apartment and Bakugo finds himself wishing the walk had taken longer. “This is me,” you tell him as the two of you walk up to your front door. He needs to let you go, you’re both soaked through and could use a long, hot shower but his alcohol soaked brain insists on telling him the two of you should conserve water and shower together. He tries to keep his eyes focused on yours but he can’t help the way they instead wander down to your lips. They’re so close and you’re standing there so open and vulnerable. Without consciously choosing to do so Bakugo feels himself start to lean in as if pulled by some gravitational force. He’s close, so close and when your eyes flutter shut he knows you feel the same pull he does. Just before he can close that final distance between you two, your phone rings, shattering the moment and causing both of you to spring apart. You curse and fumble to retrieve your phone before hurriedly answering. “Wha- yea. I just got home actually. Yes I’m fine,” you tell whoever is on the line with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. You mouth an apology to Bakugo but he’s a little preoccupied trying to figure out what the actual fuck just came over him as you finish up your phone call. Finally you hang up and turn back to him. “Sorry about that, just a friend checking I made it home safe,” you explain. “It’s fine I should, uh, get going,” Bakugo says, looking anywhere but at you with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Oh, ok,” you reply and Bakugo wonders idly if he’s imagining the disappointment he hears in your voice. “I’ll see ya around I guess,” he tells you. “Yea, I’ll see you around,” you reply. He nods and then turns around on his heel and quickly walks back down the direction the two of you had come in, oblivious to your gaze still trained on his back long after he’s entered the stairs.

When Bakugo gets back to his own apartment he almost immediately peels out of his wet clothes, leaving them in a heap in his bathroom as he pads across the cool tiles over to his shower. He can’t get you out of his head. Your laughter, your smile, your body, and especially the way you’d looked as he’d started leaning in towards you in front of your door. He turns the water on hot, waiting until it heats up properly before he steps beneath the spray. He thought the water might help clear his mind but it has the opposite effect. All he can do is think what may have happened had your phone not rang. Unbidden his brains offers him images of him closing that final distance to bring your lips together. He pictures pulling you in closer and kissing you senseless, pictures the way you’d breathlessly pull away just enough to invite him into your apartment. How the two of you would have made your way to the bathroom and stripped out of your wet clothes together instead of alone on opposite sides of town. His dick is already painfully hard when the temptation becomes too much and he reaches down and wraps one hand around it. As he slowly begins to jack himself off, he closes his eyes and pictures your hand wrapped around him instead. The image is so vivid, the memory of you so fresh, that it doesn’t take long for him to start approaching climax. He uses his free hand to steady himself on the wall as he moves his hand faster and faster, still pretending it’s you driving him closer and closer to orgasm. When he finally falls over the precipice, his cum splattering against the shower wall opposite him, it’s your last name that he moans as he slowly pumps himself through it until he’s finally spent. As he slowly comes back to himself, the post orgasmic haze clearing little by little, Bakugo is struck by two thoughts:

1. He is going to murder his idiotic friends

2. He is completely and utterly fucked

A/N: The fic finally earns its 18+ rating. Also, Masahiro’s comes from Masahiro Sakurai, the game developer who created the Kirby and Super Smash Bros games, which have always been my favorite.

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