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Not Your Best Man | D.Kaminari

✎ Denki Kaminari was resentful of all the things Katsuki Bakugou has, the high hero ranks, the fame despite his demeaning behavior, his intelligence, and most importantly, you.

✎ Protagonists: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 5.2K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, angst

✎ Caution(!): Smut MDNI, swearing, denki is jealous, bakuhoe is an asshole, mommy kink, loss of control of quirk during sex, degradation, praise, oral (male!receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial to a certain point, mention of puking, doing denki dirty in so many ways and I’m sorry but I’m also… not sorry.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s well! I’m here with @forrest-fern’s Seven Deadly Sins server Collab! I snatched Denki and chose Envy! I wasn’t able to get bakugou but you know damn well I’m squeezing his ass in there lmao (peep the banner you can see the boom boom boy) (shut up im not late shush)

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Her hair is piled up and back, showing more of her delicate yet strong features. Skin so flawless his hands feel bound when he wants to touch it, afraid of staining it with his fingertips, not deeming himself worthy to taint it. Eyes brought out beautifully with makeup products she knew how to work to make her look even more gorgeous than she already is. Lips perfectly coated in lipstick, always formed in the littlest smile, and he feels compelled to kiss the product off of them.

The dress is perfect, it sits on her body as if it has been made just for her. Its fabric folds hugging her figure, following her curves. It’s color is gorgeous against her skin with long sleeves that cover her arms, the backless dress shows skin that begs him, taunts him to touch it and to guide her along with him. The collar exposes enough shoulders that teases him to bite and mark up. It's tight skirt pooled till the floor with a slit up to her left thigh. She looks stunning and he couldn't stop but linger his eyes on her.

She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Mesmerising eyes, so crystal clear that he could see rivers, oceans, the whole world through them. No flower, no goddess, not even Aphrodite could ever compare to her beauty. She has the body of a dancer, lithe, supple and oh so beautiful. With every step she takes, it looks as though she’s floating, and Denki only became more convinced that he had been around an angel for the majority of his life and he -regretfully- only was able to realize it a bit too late.

Regretfully, because she wasn’t his, isn’t his, will never be his. Not the measly unimportant groomsman. No, she is the best man’s, Katsuki Bakugou’s, meant to be his forever.

Bakugou’s BakugousBakugousBakugous… Dammit

“I do.”

An adorable little boy dressed in a black tuxedo walks up and hands Kirishima a ring. He slips it on Mina's finger. The pastor smiles and turns to Mina. She wears a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads sewn on her gown. She wears a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. She holds a French rose silk bouquet. Kirishima is stunning. He wears a black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.

The pastor repeats the question and receives the same reply. You watch her take his ring from a small girl dressed in pink and place it on his finger. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

"You may now kiss your bride." He does so, placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips against hers. The pastor holds up his hands, bringing the cheering crowd to their feet.

Kirishima and Mina leave the gazebo, arms linked, with huge smiles on their faces. The best man, maid of honor, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids follow suit, falling in behind them. They stop near the end of the walk, forming the start of the receiving line.

The family and guests file down, pausing for hugs and kisses and congratulating the young couple. Mina then turns around and throws her bouquet of flowers behind her. The women collide with each other as they try to catch it.

She cheers loud when the bouquet falls in your hands, and you giggle and wave it around, the women’s disappointed groans muffled in your ears when you catch the beautiful vermillions of your partner, oblivious to the golden specks that have been eyeing your every move since you stepped foot into the wedding.

“You could’ve been more obvious about wantin’ me to put a ring on your finger.” Katsuki chuckles against your ear, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, both of you looking at the newlyweds as they enter the reception with everyone awwing at them as they did their first dance as husband and wife.

The sun has set long ago, the full moon hanging and illuminating the area beautifully, the fairy lights and lamps circling the area, making the happy couple look absolutely glowing, and you smile at the scene from outside the dance floor.

“They fell in my hands ‘Suki.” you giggle, lacing your fingers between his, “Besides, you already did, didn’t you?”

“Hmm,” his breath tickles your ear, fingers twisting your engagement ring around your ring finger, “was forced to, after all that whinin’ ‘bout wantin’ to settle down and not knowin’ when we’ll see each other when we’re goin’ on missions, and cherishin’ the lives-” he fakes a snore and rests his full weight on your back, both of you laughing as you tip forward and he catches you in time, placing his hand on your waist again and swaying with you as you see your friends happier than they ever were.

You look perfect, standing there holding each other, absolutely and utterly disgusting. Denki stares at you, fire spreading in his abdominal, his lungs constricting with every breath he takes the longer he looks at you. Swaying together, Katsuki’s lips pressing against your temple and you letting out the most beautiful laugh, Denki can’t help but clench the front of his shirt at the sight, wishing, hoping for nothing more than to be in his shoes, being the one lucky enough to be able to hold you that close, the one that has the privilege to hear your laugh, the one to make you laugh.

“Hey Denki,” He is snapped back to reality when Kirishima stands in front of him, blocking his view from the flawless couple. “H-hey Eiji! Congratulations bro, you’re finally a married man!” They hug, Denki’s eyes never leaving you while Katsuki twirls you to face him and peppers kisses across your face. “Thanks man! Hey sorry, could you get Bakugou for me real quick, we’re taking a few pictures with the best man and the maid of honor.”

“Right away, man of the hour.”

Oh God, oh God, he isn’t ready to face you yet. You look too pretty, he doesn’t feel worthy to be in your presence, driven to bow down and ask for forgiveness for even breathing the same as yours. And yet, you smile upon his arrival, even letting go of Bakugou’s hand to wave him over, and you’re blessing him with your smile, giggles sounding like the singing of angels when he waves back excitedly.

“Hi!” you beam up at him the minute he’s close enough to be graced with your voice, “Where have you been, it’s like you were avoiding me all this time,” you pout for a second and Denki could swear he felt his heart skip multiple beats when your lips wobble and a smile makes it way back up at him.

“H-hey, ummm, Baku- uh.” he laughs at himself, trying to collect whatever dignity he has left. “Uh, Eiji is lookin’ for ya bro, something about a photoshoot with the maid of honor?” The groan Bakugou lets out is enough of a confirmation.

“Fuckin’ pain in my fuckin’ ass bitch” he grumbles, pressing his lips against your temple again, promising to come back after the ‘Motherfuckin’ bitch shoot’ is done. You only reply by squeezing his arm, a silent reassurance that you’ll be waiting for him when he gets back.

It's so revolting, the way he swears up and down, having the filthiest mouth with his words, not even respecting the beautiful goddess that tries to calm his nasty self down, he should be more considerate of you and your feelings, God he loathes the way he treats you. The way he mistreats you.

You deserve to be treated so much better than that, the way Denki would, he’d downright kiss the ground you walk on, remind you every day that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, the best goddamn thing to ever grace this earth.

Okay, you’re staring. God, has she been staring too? Denki, people always say you never shut up, use it to your advantage for once in your life.

Denki extends his arm to you, curses under his breath, wipes his sweaty palm against his pant leg before extending it again. "Would you like to dance?" You raise your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance?"

"Well, dancing is what a charming gentleman like myself would do.” He beames at the chuckle you let out. “Besides, you're beautiful and I want to show you off.” He pauses. “You know, while Bakugou is busy with his best man duties and all."

You smile, your pretty lips letting out a little giggle at his posture as he starts wiggling his fingers persuasively, and shake your head. "You know what? Yeah, I would like to dance."

Arm-in-arm, you and Denki head into the dance floor and step onto the wooden ground. You felt him move easily with you, agile and confident with the music as he takes the lead. His hands slowly yet surely reach to your lower back, but you shrug it off.

"Ah, expect tango music after this," he says. Eyes gleaming as they shift over to the DJ that nods in acknowledgement to him. He frowns when he sees your averted face, shifting your eyes away from his, observing, searching for him, your fiance, the person he wishes he could be, someone he could never be.

Denki trips over his words in an effort to regain your attention, “A-anyway, uh, um. Hey! Did you know that uh, t-tango is banned in other places of the world?" you raise your eyebrows.

“Is it?”

“Yeah, wanna know why?”

“Didn’t expect you to know honestly.” He smiles as you laugh lightly, but something tugs at his heartstrings, its because you think of him as nothing but stupid brainless dunce face, depsite him entering and graduating one of the best hero courses in all of Japan, alongside you of all people, despite his hero work, the people he saves, the villains he captures, fuck.

You don’t miss the way his face falls after your remark, an almost sour expression passing through before he clears his throat and looks behind your shoulder at basically nothing. “S-so,” you start, “Why was it banned?”

The blond’s eyes flicker over to you and soften at the way you’re cocking your head and smiling at him, despite him getting upset with you. What is he doing? He’s experiencing something straight out of his fantasies, having you pressed so close to him, dancing with him and smiling at him. No one else.

“Oh, okay okay, so. It was considered the dance of the low-lifes at the worst places of society when it first emerged, and so the church banned it, because they said it had the music of the “immoral” factions of society”

“Oh? Why’s that.”

“It was considered an oversexualized dance. Portraying the sin and seduction of the Devil. It represents the Devil's nostalgia, his unrequited aspirations, loneliness, rejection, and misery. The longing of someone who will never fit in, who has never had love nor passion.” He takes a deep breath.

“It's like sex, except with clothes on.”

In a failed attempt to seduce you, he stumbles and steps on your heels. Earning a weak yelp from you as you back up from him.

It's okay, it's okay, he can fix this. Oh God the music stopped. Okay he gets to dance tango with you now and press you even more against him and hold you even closer, okay. God, are his hands always this sweaty?

The silence that follows the stopping of the music makes him panic, you’re so close, he just needs to reach out and hold you against him again. Press your tender body against his, let him pretend you’re his, pretend that he’s lucky enough to take you home with him. Help you take off your dress, press kisses against the curves of your body, make love to you all night.

Put all of that is cut short when he feels a daunting presence behind him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Because the way your face lights up at that presence is enough to stop his blood from pumping, enough for him to see only red, for him to dig his nails into the palm of his hands until he feels it piercing his skin.

“Hey,” the taunting voice of Katsuki Bakugou reminds him how beneath him he really is. “Yer havin fun with my girl.” it wasn’t a question. Despite that, in a desperate attempt to feel your touch one more time before you’re swept away by your big strong hero, that he would never be able to match to.

With trembling fingers, Denki grasps your hand and brings your knuckles close to his lips, eyes boring into each other while he kisses them, and you only grin in appreciation at his manners, doing the most adorable courtesy he has ever seen in his life, almost forgetting the looming presence of his former classmate.

Bakugou moves around Denki to reach you, and Kaminari knows at this point all hope is lost for you to dance with him, or better yet, have any interaction with him again for the entirety of the night. Katsuki held your hand with surprising firmness, caramel scent wafting through as you feel how sweaty his hands really are.

“Are you warm?” You mumble, lacing your fingers through his when his reaction is to pull his hands away to wipe them at his pants.

“No.” It's firm and it's rough, yet it isn’t directed at you. It’s directed to the other blond that surprisingly still hasn’t backed down and is still standing straight, eyeing how you two act as a couple, how he wishes you would hold his hand, ask him if he was warm, embrace all his insecurities.

As your fiance leads you back to the center of the dance floor. Hand starting at your waist but quickly slipping to grab a handful of your ass, chuckling when you squeal and slap his chest. Something wicked gleams in his eyes when the first tune of the violin starts playing, drifting with the harmony of the accordion.

“You and I both know that my knowledge of tango is as much as my knowledge for knitting, that’s right, nonexistent.”

“You know my body, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Follow my lead, let your body do the talking.”

“You’re crazy.” yet you still laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he pulls you impossibly close to him, raveling in the feeling of your chest pressed to his. You’re rolling your eyes a little at the way his smirk stretches when he pinches your butt, but you instantly shiver when he places his warm calloused hand within the cutout of your dress on your lower back, skin to skin. And just like your body is made to be molded against his, you place your arm over his shoulder while the other is engulfed in his.

He steps close, too close, scandalously close. Pressing his cheek against your temple and only then meeting the eyes of Denki, that's when his smile drops, every playful act with you is gone. His magma filled eyes staring into the soul of the electrical hero.

Mine MineMineMine

Neither were stupid, Katsuki knows what Denki is doing, and Denki is well aware of Katsuki’s ability to piece shit together.

Denki is left lonesomely standing by the DJ, watching the way you two dance, the way Bakugou steps forward in your space and you stepping back to accommodate him. He seethes in his stance as you two rock on your feet, the way Bakugou handles your body with firmness and strength, yet softly watching you when you giggle at the way he spins your body effortlessly. Kaminari sees the way you let yourself be led, the way you trust Bakugou to handle you, hold you, care for you, in ways he could only hope for you to see him.

You are perfectly synchronized, almost fluid like, an extension of each other, like you had done this a million times before, practised day and night to perfect it. Bakugou takes his time twirling you across the room, seductively slow. Thighs brushing against each other with every stupid turn.

His body whispering commands to yours, daring it to misbehave, you step and lean and sway, every movement perfect and precise, like an intricate choreography that you have never learned, but your bodies remembering them. He dances with you the way he has sex—with exquisite control, infinite patience, and aggressive moves.

Huh, that's what Denki must have meant.

At that moment, your eyes catch him standing outside the dance floor, and you almost don’t recognize the man alone, filled by ugly emotions they couldn’t help but spill and show on his expression. Sour and hateful and just plain cruel looking.

Katsuki’s mouth curves in a lazy smile at how your brows furrow, spinning you in a vigorous turn so he’s the one facing him instead. You aren’t dense, you feel the eyes on you, well aware who they belong to as they burn through your back. He lowers his head, forcing you to look back up at him, your lips grazing against his, too close.

“Yer puttin’ on a show for your boy?”

“A show- no you ass, weren’t you the one that wanted to dance?” you try to lean away to scold him -yes, middance- but the blond lowers further, until you think he’s trying to get you to shut up by kissing you. Suddenly he’s dipping you low, his face stays only a few inches away from yours, your back arching beautifully.

A static sound dwells on you, followed by the buzzing of electricity. The lights flicker and you instinctively grab at Katsuki, tightening your hold against his bicep, your eyes searching his when he doesn’t lift you back up, only to find him not even looking at you.

His fingers are tingling, tips wiggling as they shoot little sparks at the sight in front of him, his golden eyes illuminating in the momentary darkness as they clash with the magma filled rubies, challenging him, taunting him, mocking him.

MineMineMine

And when Denki accidentally short circuits the entire DJ booth, the dance hall instantly quiets, a blanket of silence weighing them down and daring someone to break it. And yet, Bakugou has other plans, of course.

Sneakily, he slides his hand down from your back to your knee, firmly grabbing your leg as his eyes meet yours before lifting it to his hip. Fingers slipping under your dress and grazing your upper thighs, sending goosebumps racing across your skin, not having the courage to break eye contact until you hear the gasp of a few of the attendees. Only then does he close the gap between to press his lips against yours, the little audience you collected clapping and cheering you along.

The whistling and cheering is loud enough for you to miss the sound of Denki’s fist slam against the table and the sobs wrecking him as he drags his feet away from the scene.

BakugousBakugousBakugous

Sero grunts as he struggles to push the hotel room door open with Denki leaning his full weight on him. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get the drunk man on the bed, slapping his hands away as Denki tries to grab at and kiss the man.

“C’moooon, Hantaaaaa, s’not like you don’ wanna, look atchu, you’re takin’ off m’clothes but you don’ wanna kiss me?”

“You ass, I’m taking off your shoes because you stepped in your own vomit.”

The man gags, chugging the shoes in the trash can and helping his friend ease off of his suit jacket. “Yer a good man Hanta, say, you wanna be m’best man?” Sero laughs, shaking his head as he tries to help him lay on his stomach, “y’know, when I marry y/n.”

The silence that follows is deafening, Sero not having the heart to talk when he catches the sound of Denki sniffing and burying his head in his pillow.

“I- “

“Jus’ leave me alone, Sero.”

And he does, the only confirmation of his solitude is the echoing click of the door’s lock as Sero leaves Denki to brew in his own self loathing.

It takes Denki a few minutes to collect himself, the nausea forcing him to take off his shirt and pants, lying down on his back to feel the cool air on his chest. He doesn’t realize he has his eyes closed until he snaps them open when he hears his door click close.

There you are, radiating, mesmerizing, you’re practically glowing, standing there by his door, adorned by your… nightgown?

God, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room.

“You sure you’re in the right room y/n?”

You don’t answer, you just simply, untie your robe. And Denki’s eyes practically bulge out when the silk robe slips right off of your shoulder and drops in a pile on the floor by your feet. He can’t look you in the eyes, he’s looking at every inch of exposed skin he can muster, committing every curve, every dip, every contour, every fucking thing to memory.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” that’s when he looks back up at your eyes -after shamelessly staring at your peaking nipples for a second too long - blinking twice at your words. He sits up with a struggle, “W-wait, what about Bakugou?”

“What about him?”

And honestly, that alone almost made him bust a nut.

You’re pushing at his chest until he lays back down, throwing your leg over his figure and straddling him. Instantly, he feels your warmth pressing against his strained length and his body shivers at the thumbing against it.

“You’re so good to me Denki,” you breathe, fingers combing through his hair before you take a fistful of it and lightly tug, rolling your hips against his and relishing in the whines he lets out, slender fingers reaching for your thighs and grabbing handfuls, his eyes begging for you to do it again, and when you do, he throws his head back and moans.

“You treat me so well,” you pout, nails tracing his sweaty flushed chest, peppering kisses along it, moving up until you reach his ear, biting at it and giggling when he ruts his hips up against you. Feeling your slick dampen the front of his boxers as his leaky cock does the same. “So pretty for me” he whines again, eyes blown out and chest heaving at the feeling of being kissed by you, held by you, touched by you, hell, looked at by you.

“Fuck, again, ah- d-don’t stop, pleaseplease-”

“Use your words baby, wadda you want?” he thrashes against the bed when you grind your hips against his again, the tips of his fingers buzzing and twitching when you’re lowering yourself to press your chest against his face.

“Fuck, wanna feel your pretty pussy, feel you squeeze my cock, please, just -ah, put it in.” it's all muffled from the spit collecting on tongue and the way he’s smothered by your tits but honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His body refuses to move as you scoot lower, straddling his thigh and grinding your hips against it, wickedly smiling as he whines ‘nonono’ when you do, “m-my cock, my cock, please stop teasin’.” the tip of your finger traces the elastic of his boxers, giggling at the way his body jerks up and at the gasp he lets out when you snap it against his hip. Before gliding your finger against his strained cock, enjoying the way it twitches under your touch, feeling it harden against you.

You coo at him as you pull off his boxers, when you see that there is no initiation from him to move. The sight of his pretty cock with its fiery head welcoming you and you can’t help but grab at it. “Pretty boy all needy for me, hmm?” You give it a lick from the base to the tip, sucking on the head of his cock and feeling it twitch inside of your mouth, hollowing out your cheek and looking up to see the way his face flushes, his body illuminating with the crackling of the thunders around him, twitching his body before he breathes out a few times to calm himself down.

How is he so lucky? How is he blessed with having your lips wrapped around his cock, just looking at you is tightening a knot in his belly, and he can’t help but throw his head back and close his eyes in an effort to prolong his orgasm to feel even more of you.

He doesn't open his eyes until he feels a looming shadow on him, and that's when he catches sight of you again, the moon hitting your face, your glistening precum-covered lips smiling down at him.

“Want me to take care of you?” You tease, chuckling breathlessly as Denki feels your pussy on his cock, your slick covering it as you roll your hips and feel your pussy gush at the way his body shivers in ecstasy at your touch. “Yes! Please mommy ye-”

“Mommy?” Did he just say it out loud? “No, ah- fuck, no-no I didn’t say that I-” you don’t even let him talk, gyrating your hips again, covering his dick with your slick, without having your walls flutter around him just yet.

It takes a few teasing grinds of you against him to have him sobbing at this point, “m-mommy please just please! I wanna, ah” he thrashes when the tip of his leaky cock catches your clit, the lightnings he’s producing passing by his eyes and obscuring his blurry vision for a while, before he’s blessed with the sight of you beautifully arched on top of him. “In, in, wanna feel the pretty pussy, please please lemme feel the pretty pussy.” it's just meaningless babbling at this point, anything to get your walls tightening around his cock, all sensitive from being rubbed against you for god knows how long.

And when his head catches your cunt, he all but cries out at the way it clenches at the head, bucking his hips up to feel more of you. Wanting you to swallow him whole, take him all the way in. “Y’gonna just fuck into my pussy like that, hmm? Is that how you’re treatin’ mommy now?” “n-no! Ah, m’sorry pleaseplease, I just, you feel s’good, you’re s’tight aaah, wanna feel more, please I want more more more,” and he does. So, without a warning, you drop your hips and impale yourself on his cock, and for fuck’s sake all of what Denki saw what white for a few seconds, he could’ve sworn he heard a few angels singing, even.

“That what you want, hmm? Want her to take care of her pretty boy?” you pout mockingly, bouncing yourself on his lap as he tries to grab hold of your hips to guide you, but the way you’re jerking his body has his head dizzy and his sight swimming, the low buzzing of his quirk muffled by the wet slaps of your skin against his, your ass clapping against his thighs and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that sound, and he just settles for letting you please yourself with his cock, because if you’re gonna use him as a fucking dildo, then he wouldn’t fucking have it any other way.

Weakly snapping his hips upwards with the drops of your hips, Denki’s leg shake and it takes a few more times for his cock to fully seath itself in your tight walls for him to let go, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for all his worth as your pants turn into whines, suddenly they’re very afar, almost like you’re underwater. Yet he’s the one feeling like his lungs are constricted when he hears the name you’re calling, and it isn’t his. “Ka- ahh- suki…”

Only then does Denki realize that you aren’t in his room, your discarded rope isn’t thrown haphazardly on the floor by the door, your slick isn’t covering his thigh or coating his dick, and the worst of all, your pussy isn’t the one that has been squeezing his cock, oh no.

It was his hand, those slender fingers wrapping around his softening cock, smeared with his cum. He lifts his hand in horror, disgust and shame eating him up, especially when his ears perk up at your sound.

“Fuck, Katsu- yesyesyes, right there, yes!” Whatever nausea he felt subsiding is coming back tenfold, burning his throat as he slaps his hand over his mouth, anything to stop himself from puking on himself.

“Ha, that what you want? Getting dicked down after havin’ fun with that fuckin’ dunce face.” The wet sounds of Bakugou’s hips slapping yours is almost making his ears bleed. “Havin’ that prick touchin’ ya like that. Fuckin’ slut, all of that to rile me up so I can fuck that tight lil pussy, that what you want?”

Denki doesn’t know what’s the last nail on the coffin, the absolute filth being spewed to you, tainting your angelic ears, that aren’t meant to hear anything but praises and confessions of love and gratitude, the fact that you’re squealing and moaning for him to fuck you even harder, or the fact that he’s listening to every squealching sound, every creak the bed made, every slam of the headboard against your shared wall, every breath, every moan, every scream, everything.

That's when Denki flings himself off of the bed and empties his stomach, right on the floor next to his bed, tears stinging his eyes as he tries to trick himself that it's because of the way his throat is burning and not because of the way his heart is shattering, feeling it wrenched from his chest and thrown on the floor, stepped on and spat on and just beaten to the point of no return.

Sniffing and lifting his head up, Denki can’t help but see red, his whole body crackling with newfound vigor, his whole body is numb, like his quirk is taking the lead, putting his consciousness on the back burner. He chuckles, despite you moaning out Katsuki’s name when you find your release, despite him calling yours as he finds his, despite hearing your giggles and the kisses he’s pressing against god knows where on your body, despite the tears streaming down his face.

The last thing Denki remembers before he lets his quirk take complete control over him, is the humming of energy, the fleeting blinding brightness, the shattering of the light bulbs all around him, the loud deafening bangs, almost like music to his ears and finally, the sound of you screeching in horror.

Hope you like it! Kithes kithes

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shotorozu · 3 years

Note

hcs of going to an onsen w/ bkg? nothing spicy just pure fluff

bakugou going to an onsen with his s/o

bakugou katsuki

fic type : headcanons [fluff at the request of anon]

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns because anon didn’t specify

notes : an onsen is a hot spring just in case you’re unaware, but onsens fascinate me! i wonder how people are so comfortable being naked with someone else 😳

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bakugou katsuki

when you ask him if he wants to go to an onsen with you, he’ll just go

“what?? stupid s/o, i can just get the bath tub and heat it up”

no katsuki, it doesn’t work like that

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to go to an onsen.

he’ll consider it (since it’ll make you happy, happy y/n = happy baku)

baku will rent one privately, and he’ll watch how your expression turns very estatic at this revelation

though bakugou is very smug and he likes bullying you with love, and teasing you— he does NOT peek at you :)

it’s relaxation hours!! not hornee hours, thanks

in the onsen, he’ll silently admire how cute you look like with a towel on your head

and he’ll be toying with your hair a lot— squeezing/brushing out the water.

and if you have curly hair- WOWNEKDKW the shrinkage!!

he’ll be like “how tf”

he’ll pull you over next to him, arms around your shoulders (as he tries to not touch you inappropriately)

but then again, you’d be fine with whatever he does bc you love him

not the main point!!

if you try to start a water fight with him, he’ll either

a. will threaten you with “i’ll fucking get out right now—” “nO KATSU, I’M SORRY”

b. will come back 10x stronger, because he’s competitive for sure.

the entire time, he’ll grumble and complain here and there when the moment is silent, about how extra this was

“shitty s/o, making me rent out a onsen for ourselves”

homeboy actually enjoyed the onsen alot, despite his words

afterwards, he’ll dry up your hair— and he’ll definitely ask to do this again when you guys are walking back.

“that.. wasn’t too bad. we should try that again.”

“you said you didn’t like the onsen.”

“—WELL I NEVER SAID I LIKED IT.”

he does

the experience is lowkey similar to those dads that’ll say they don’t want a dog/cat

but will treat the pet like it’s child

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Orange Lamborghini

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 6.3k

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : lil toucha ass play, car sex, baku being a damn tease

bio : You keep telling yourself you’re done with Bakugou, but the last time is never really the last time, is it?

author’s note : i know i said i was gonna post a tamaki fic but it’s a certain violent blonde’s birthday tomorrow!! (happy 4/20 ayy) so here you go ;) … also this is a part two to my other baku fic, “fuck you i just might”, but you don’t have to read that one before this if you don’t wanna!

side note : Y/H/N is your hero name, and reader is a pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou. ALSO he smells like caramel bc of his quirk, dont fight me on this >:(

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂taying late again?” Reo, the owner of the coffee cart stationed in the lobby of the hero agency, quizzes as he throws you an accusatory look.

You stand before him, hand awkwardly looped around your elbow and a small, bashful smile on your lips. He totally knows. But you appreciate that he never outright says anything, and you know for a fact that he would never peep even a whisper to anyone. You are probably his most loyal customer, and you’d like to think he considers you a friend after all this time— not to mention, all the coffee you’ve purchased from him.

Reo gauges your meek expression, and he only smiles as he pours the creamer into the dark brown liquid. “They must be working you hard… I’ve never seen a top hero work such long hours, staying even after everyone else has left. Well, almost everyone, that is.”

Yeah, he most certainly knows.

“What can I say?” You blabber, perhaps answering him a bit too quickly. “Work is my whole life. I don’t have time for anything else, I guess.” The sentiment is a little awkward but full of candor, and when the words leave your lips you’re surprised to hear them carry such a solemn tone.

The man nods in understanding, handing you your cup of coffee before he grabs a cookie from the glass display case and offers it to you as well. “On the house,” he states and you share a long showdown of a gaze with him before you reluctantly pluck the treat from his outreached tongs.

“Thanks Reo, you have a good night now.” Bowing slightly to the elder, you turn and take your leave, quiet steps echoing in the otherwise empty foyer.

Just as the elevator doors open to take you back up into the higher levels of the building, Reo calls out to you. “You know, you should find someone that’s just as hardworking as you. Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

Flustered by the old man’s advice, you only nod and bow again, jamming your thumb into the button. A sigh of relief escapes you as the doors conceal you from his prying eyes. That man has a sixth sense, you swear.

The elevator doors open and you briskly walk through them, along the corridor and around the corner before you finally reach the conference room. Taking a deep breath, you slip through the doorway, eyes trained on the table half-covered in paperwork. Bakugou is sitting behind the spread out files, his red eyes jumping up to regard your approaching form. Placing the cookie wrapped in napkin on the table, you nod at him as you turn and open a cabinet, fingers pinching a fresh manilla folder and shutting the door with a bump from your hip.

“Working late, huh?” His rough voice splits the silence hanging in the air, and when you turn to look at the blonde, he’s lounged back, corded bicep hung carelessly over the back of the chair and a cocky look on his face. But his eyes hold another emotion as they give you a once-over, one that makes your insides stir in both memory and apprehension.

You nod again, a coy smile gracing your lips as you take a sip of your coffee, your own gaze lingering on the muscles that poke out from the hem of his tight tank top. “You too?” You ask, even though the answer is obvious.

Bakugou’s hand twirls the pen he was previously using in rapid, effortless circles, and his knee bounces slowly underneath the table. “You gonna eat that?” He answers your question with his own, slanted eyes flicking towards the cookie resting on the tabletop just an arm’s length away from him.

“You want it?” You can’t help but be surprised— you always expected Bakugou to be an uppity-ass, no-junk-food kind of guy.

“It’s Reo’s, right?” The blonde replies gruffly, thick fingers reaching out to grab the confection. “Shit tastes like heaven.”

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Why, that sly little…

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” you chirp out as you turn on your heel, ready to retreat back to the safety of your office.

Bakugou’s scarlet eyes return back to your departing figure, a thin brow raised and a snarl of a smirk splitting his lips. “Aw, ‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” it flows from your mouth, years of foul-mouthing built up into a knee-jerk reaction. Your eyes widen as his turn to slits, that stupid smirk morphing into a gleaming grin.

“Don’t tempt me.”

A wave of heat washes over you from head to toe before settling between your legs. You don’t bother to stick around, your feet carrying you out of the conference room as Bakugou’s harsh laughter trails behind you, echoing down the hallway.

Closing the door to your office behind you, you lean your back against it as you slide toward the floor, shutting your eyes tight as the memory washes over you. He’d taken you— right there on the desk you’re supposed to be working at— and ugh, it was fucking good. Shit, he was good. Dropping the folder on the floor your fingers fly to your temple, rubbing your skull in a useless attempt to push the memory away.

Alright, if you’re being honest… that was just the first time. There were, well, a handful of times following the initial incident, much to your now chagrin. There was that time in his office on the other side of the building that had a perfect view of the ocean, which you had become very familiar with while your face was pressed up against the glass and he ravaged you from behind. There was also that time when it was around this time of night and he had thrown all your paperwork off of the conference table and taken you right there, pounding into you like no tomorrow. Yeah, there were a few times you’d found yourself naked before him, pussy gripping his thick cock as your lips clashed with his.

But last time was the last time. You can’t just keep fucking him like this, all over the agency in such scandalous secrecy… the two of you hiding this gruesomely passionate beast you co-own, feeding it only once the the coast is clear and, oh, he feeds it so well… every meal a juicy, fat steak dripping with desire and euphoria, encasing your senses in a silky smooth film as his calloused hands glide all over your— No!

You shake your head abruptly, derailing your sinful train of thought. You agreed that last time was it, fin. And… the time before that, too… and maybe the one before then as well— well, it doesn’t matter because last time was actually the last time. Pulling yourself together, you make your way toward your desk and begrudgingly begin your work.

By the time the folder is full, the clock indicates that tomorrow has begun and thus, it’s time for you to go home. Without a glance towards the conference room, you make your way toward the elevator, letting out a long sigh as the weight of the day slips from your shoulders. Jabbing your thumb into the button, you lean against the railing and check your phone out of habit. Two new messages from Jirou pique your interest, and you eagerly open the chat log to see what she’d sent.

Jiji 🎸: Girls meeting at the usual tmrw night!! Hope you can make it :)

Jiji 🎸: We all miss ya girly, you’ve been working too much lately ❤️

A part of you feels bad for misleading your friends. It’s not that you aren’t working late these days… it’s that your workload is not the only thing you’re doing when you stay after hours at the agency. Your friends had started to notice all the late nights you’d been spending at your job, and they’d begun to pout when you would bail on their bar-nights. They understood that you were working, and you hoped that they didn’t harbor any further suspicions. You had not told a single soul about your rendezvous with Bakugou Katsuki— the only person who seemed to have an inkling of your relationship, if you could call it that, was Reo.

Sliding your phone into your bag, you decide to try to make it tomorrow night. The last time had been the last time with Bakugou, so you would definitely be free tomorrow night, especially after finishing up the paperwork you had just completed minutes prior. With a wave of determination washing over you, a small smile appears on your lips as you fiddle with your staff key-card absentmindedly, wondering what you should wear when tomorrow night comes around.

When the elevator dings and opens its doors, your feet take you out of the steel chamber and into the cement confines of the parking garage. At this time of night, the only way in and out of the building is through the parking garage gate, seeing as the custodians lock up the front doors long before midnight. But you don’t mind, because the night air is fresh and cool on your face, and the subway is only a three minute walk from the garage exit. Just before you can reach out to tap your key against the automatic gate, an ear-splitting screech roars behind you and you jump, shooting straight up into the air.

Whipping around, headlights nearly blind you as they point right into your eyes. Squinting at the obnoxious light, your vision widens again when you recognize the outline of a sleek and shiny Lamborghini. An orange Lamborghini, to be precise. And a license plate with “G-ZER0” unmistakably tacked onto the front bumper, which sits almost flush against the smooth cement floor.

“Oi, Y/H/N,” a blonde head pokes out from the driver’s window, narrowed red eyes glaring at you. But his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying your frightened-animal-like reaction to the startling revv of his engine. “You’re blockin’ the way.”

Your hands indignantly turn into fists at your hips, a frown and a furrowed brow marring your expression as you turn around. Smacking the key card against the scanner you strut directly in the middle of the pavement for as long as you can before the road widens. Once the car can easily fit on either side of you, you move over to the sidewalk, arms crossed over your chest as the low car matches your pace, engine purring loudly.

The window next to you rolls down soundlessly, and the blonde leans slightly over his console to crane his face up in order to see yours. “Where are you goin’?” Bakugou inquires, and you can feel his intense gaze on the side of your face but you do not turn to acknowledge him.

“Subway.” You reply shortly, eyes trained straight ahead of you. Three minutes until you reach the subway station, exactly two corners and two blocks away.

The car roars as the angry blonde hits the pedals again, exhaust crackling with a ferocity similar to a big cat’s. The sound is deafening but you don’t waver, feet placing calmly in front of one another. “At this hour?” He pauses for a moment, long enough for you to let your guard down and chance a look at him. Which is a mistake, because goddamn he looks sexy as hell sitting in that exorbitant car, one hand thrown atop the wheel with his bicep on display, the other arm perched atop the console between the seats and those vermillion eyes blazing into you. It’s only a mere second that you give him, but he knows your resolve flutters as you look away quickly, your pace increasing to make him press on the gas just a hair harder to keep up with you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he speaks again, your heart pummeling your ribcage with vigor and a claminess lining your palms.

“Get in.”

It’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. One that has heat rising between your legs, the embers that had been so surely extinguished suddenly igniting furiously with but a scrap of sustenance. You grit your teeth and keep walking, determined not to get in the car. If you get in that car… you don’t know where you’ll end up. Or, you do know where you might end up, and that would be very bad. It takes a lot of your willpower to spit out a simple, “No thanks.”

Bakugou grumbles at your stubbornness, the vehicle screeching again as he demonstrates his displeasure and the unnecessary horsepower underneath his hood. “Come on, Y/N. Just get in,” he presses, his voice not as harsh as it was just a moment ago.

But you hold your own, flipping a stray lock of hair over your shoulder. “Aw,” you smirk, humoring him for a millisecond as your eyes flick over to him, “‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Boom-Boy?” Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he visibly bristles in the corner of your eye.

“Damn it, I’m trying ‘ta— tch,” Bakugou grumbles and cuts himself off before he apparently decides he’s not going to play the familiar game of cat and mouse with you, “Fuck this.” Tires squealing on the rubble, the sleek car leaves you in the dust, sharply turning the corner ahead of you before disappearing into the night, the noise of the thundering engine echoing through the tall cityscape.

You glare at the corner ahead of you, unimpressed. He was trying to— to what, put you in a pissy mood? Hell of a job he did, if that was the case. Frown sinking into your cheeks deeper than before, you continue your way to the subway station while you pull your phone out to distract you from your miffed thoughts. Turning around the very same corner the orange sports car had rounded just a minute ago, you nearly drop your belongings when a pair of rough hands grip your biceps.

Relief washes over you for a moment when you meet Bakugou's irritated expression, before horror spreads through your limbs as he shoves you into his open passenger door. Without much of a fight you’re inside the vehicle, fruitlessly yanking the door handle only to find it’s locked shut. Sliding back into the luxurious leather seat, you scowl at the hero as he slams his door closed and snags the black seatbelt over his torso. “The fuck, Bakugou?” You hiss, attempting the door again to no avail.

“Hey, easy with that!” He growls, a thick finger flicking the pedal shifter into drive and slapping his boot against the gas. His eyes meet yours as a wicked grin lifts his lips. “Buckle up, Princess.”

Your head smacks against the back of the seat as the car lurches into a velocity that no doubt exceeds the speed-limit. Your hands scramble over your shoulder and you frantically grab the metal clip, unceremoniously shoving the belt across your lap to find its destination. Once the joint clicks into place, your eyes fly to the man beside you, pure rage boiling underneath your skin. “You asshole! I’m gonna rip your dick off!” You yell, the slightly ajar windows letting air zip into the cabin and howl in your ears, your hair flying around your face.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he quips dryly, voice deep but holding an infuriatingly potent tone of amusement.

You shut up at that, heat rising to your cheeks as you look out the window defiantly, away from him. Your eyes trail over the interior of the car, curiosity winning you over as you your fingers trace the smooth features lining the inside of the door. There’s a soft underlighting beneath the seats, glowing an acidic green to compliment the orange of the exterior in a display that screams man with an enormous ego. You roll your eyes, adjusting your legs to point away from him as much as possible.

“I didn’t know you had a Lamborghini. This how you get into your slutty fangirls’ pants? Take ‘em for a ride in the Baku-bile?” You ask, shooting daggers into his sharp jawline. The premise of him fucking faceless girls in the very seat you’re in makes you want to throw up in disgust.

Bakugou snorts at the name, scarlet eyes snapping toward you before settling back on the road. “Don’t need to show ‘em my car to take ‘em for a ride,” he answers snidely, a sharp canine gleaming at you from his smirk.

You don’t acknowledge his reply, one arm crossed over your chest and the other gripping the side of the door harshly as the city flies by outside the windows. You wonder where he’s taking you, because he never asked for your address, but you sure as hell aren’t going to start up a conversation again with that dickwad, so you just simmer in your displeasure instead.

The ride is surprisingly smooth and you would never admit it, but the feeling of him stepping on the acceleration makes your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you. You try your best to hide your excitement with every boost of speed, but you don’t catch Bakugou’s eyes lingering on your tiny smile every time he accelerates. You almost whine when the car slows and you pull into an empty parking lot, apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, with him. A public park stretches before the lot, empty swings and monkey-bars twirling leisurely in the wind.

He doesn’t say a word, so after an incredibly long and awkward minute you break the ice. “Bakugou… what are we doing here?” You turn to him expectantly, lips melting back into a frown as you give him a once-over. He’s still in that tank top, which you curse for being a part of his hero costume. Why the hell did he have to choose something so flattering?

The blonde casts a side glance at you, leaning back slightly in his seat. “Wanted to have a chat with ‘ya,” he says, turning to look at you fully. The car seems like it is not big enough, for he’s only a short distance away from you and looking handsome as ever. The park before the windshield is illuminated by only the moon and starlight, casting a soft glow onto his smooth skin. The stubble on his jaw scatters tiny shadows across his chin, and those scarlet eyes peer into yours deeply. The moment is full of unrestrained tension, until he speaks again. “Coulda done this in the garage but your stubborn ass wouldn’t gimme the time of day,” he grumbles, effectively releasing you from his trance.

You blink and look away before returning your attention to him, a sour expression on your face. “Okay, dipshit, what did you wanna talk about?” You huff, arms crossing over your chest defensively. So you might have gotten yourself into this, but only a tiny bit.

You’re left hanging, expectantly eyeing him with a measured gaze. His eyes are locked with yours, but his mouth doesn’t move, not a semblance of a word on his lips. You give him that ‘eyes widening and head jutting forward, I’m waiting for you to talk’ look, but still he’s quiet. Tossing your hair over your shoulder impatiently, you let out a frustrated sigh as you close your eyes. “Look,” you start, turning back to him ready to flame his ass, “I don’t—”

Bakugou’s lips are on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats. A moan tears from your lungs, the familiar scent of caramel crashing over you as he fills up your senses, fingertips weaving into the hair behind your ears. His tongue thrusts into your mouth, greeting yours like a lover desperate to hold his beloved, caressing and rolling and dancing.

Suddenly your hands are on him, one around his back and pressing him toward you while the other threads through his silky soft tresses. A groan rumbles out of him as you pull against his scalp, one of his hands slipping down the back of your head to hold where your neck meets your shoulders, squeezing the sides of your throat gently. An embarrassing mewl floats out of you at that, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you both gasp for breath.

His red eyes twinkle at you mockingly, a sultry snarl on his lips. But Bakugou doesn’t dare say a word, instead claiming your lips again with his own, sucking in your bottom lip and biting gently with his pointy canines. The hand on your neck remains strong, while his other hand slithers down your chest, groping your breast with enthusiasm and his thumb roving over your already-hard nipple, which he can feel through the fabric of your skin-tight hero costume and bra. He moans at the discovery, fingers eagerly flying to your side and unraveling the zipper there, watching as the skin of your exposed chest becomes illuminated in a mixture of moonlight and the green glow emanating from beneath the seats. Tugging the wire to rest atop your tits, he nearly growls at the sight of them, diving face-first toward you and wrapping his mouth around a nipple. You buck into him, falling back uncomfortably onto the door, but he just crawls onto his seat and leans further into you, red eyes darting up to catch your wanton expression.

Desperately gripping at the shreds of your sanity, a tiny part of you screams out at the wrongness of the situation. “We shouldn't… fuck, Bakug— ohhh,” you whimper as he nibbles at you, your heart rate skyrocketing in desire as you close your eyes, trapping your trembling lip between your teeth. The rationale is pushed away, the only thing you can pay attention to being the way Bakugou’s mouth feels latched onto you, and the hand traveling down your torso to tease between your legs. His rough fingers prod at your cunt through your leotard, expertly locating your clit through the cloth and focusing extra attention there. Simmering tendrils of heat burst through you and you cry out, legs weakly drawing his wide frame closer to you.

After a moment Bakugou sits back in his seat, pulling you with him. It’s a little rocky, not a perfect transition, but you make your way to sit on his lap nonetheless. His large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. His body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how bad he wants this too, rubbing into you against your thigh. It only makes him touch you harder, leaning down slightly and becoming lost in the heated kiss. A hand trails down your waist to grab a handful of your ass, cupping the flesh before he slaps it harshly, then holding it in his palm again as his fingers dig into your skin. He drinks up every noise you release, like a starved man receiving his first meal in forever. He pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“This is,” you gasp, coming up for air and that scrap of sanity surfacing in your mind again, “We shouldn’t be doing this, we— we said that last time was the, ahuh-ahh, last… last time.”

Bakugou sucks harder against your neck, his hands on either ass cheek and pulling your bottom against him. The friction of his cock against your core, even with your clothes separating you, makes your head spin and your voice die out. “You want me to stop, hah?” He grumbles against your throat, slick with his saliva. He rolls your hips against his particularly hard, and your hand reaches out to latch onto his shoulder as your pussy twinges in your panties.

You cannot reply, only a high-pitched whimper tumbles out of you because suddenly he’s pushing aside your leotard and panties, digits dipping into your humiliatingly wet entrance. His fingers easily glide up and down your slit, thumb flicking cruelly against your clit as you double over, nails breaching the skin on his shoulders.

“Doesn’t seem like you know what you want,” he comments, voice gravelly and timbre. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you from grinding against him. He’s looking up at you, eyes darkened with lust and that haughty grin splitting his lips.

You glare at him, eyebrow twitching at his torment, mouth wavering as his fingers continue to tease along your sopping folds. After being with him so many times, you know what he’s waiting for, but you’re absolutely torn; a moth drawn to the flame yet wary of being burnt. “Please, Bakugou,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

Bakugou’s brow quirks upright, a single knuckle pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “Please, what, Princess?” He drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. That being, you, desperate for his touch.

You groan, throwing your head back as another knuckle slides inside, two wide fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly shallowly. You try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “Just— Pleaseee Katsuki,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

His nostrils flare as he exhales, shifting underneath you as you feel his cock twitch against your leg. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He growls, tone low enough you can feel his words shake his lungs. They shake something within you, too.

“No,” you breathe out, placing your lips softly against his before pulling away, your eyes boring into his, “I want this, I want you so bad.”

Bakugou groans as he drives his fingers into you knuckle-deep, curling his fingertips and rubbing against your insides. You moan like a whore at the sensation, his thumb still working on your clit clumsily as he pumps his fingers into you. His lips capture yours again, the hand on your hip jumping up to grab onto your neck again and push your lips harder onto his.

A searing heat ebbs through your body as his digits dutifully work within you, and you can’t help but begin to drop your hips against his hand, grinding onto his fingers without restraint. Bakugou clearly appreciates that, a loud moan ripping out of his lungs at the novelty and his fingers press harder into you, colliding into that spongy spot deep inside. You sob at the intensity, pleasure wracking through you as the angle only makes it easier for him to hit that spot— again, and again, and again— until white shapes flash before your eyes and you’re clutching onto him, screaming out as ecstasy thrums through your entire being.

After a minute of your pussy fluttering around him, Bakugou’s fingers pull out of you, and you finally open your eyes to see him looking at you like you’re the hottest person on the planet. “Fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. His heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre rolling down the side of his length.

You lick your lips at the sight, the desire to shove him into your mouth overcoming you. Bakugou catches your reaction, a low chuckle reverberating his chest and making you glance at him. “I wanna suck you off,” you say quietly, looking over to the passenger seat and wondering if you could do it from that position, because you certainly can’t do it from where you are now.

“Thas’kay Princess,” he mumbles, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to meet his once again. His tongue glides over your lip slowly, his other hand smacking your ass roughly before he grabs the inside of your thigh, spreading you above him. “That can wait. Need you right now.”

His words send a different kind of shiver down your spine— the kind that was the whole reason why you’d told yourself you needed to stop fucking him in the first place. But right now, in this moment, there is no way you’re not going to fuck him. You’d already come this far, you might as well just indulge yourself in him.

So you do, and you both let out a breath of satisfaction as you rub your dripping cunt against the underside of his length. You lather him up, slickening his member in your arousal from back to front before you press your lips onto his, soft but passionate, and you welcome him inside with ease.

Bakugou’s head falls back onto the headrest as his hands lay slack on your hips. He’s reclined, but his red eyes jump between your face, your tits, and your cunt that sucks him up so greedily as you begin to bounce above him. His mouth hangs open slightly as you find your rhythm, your hands ripping up the bottom of his tank top to lay your palms on his chest and his abs, a thumb scratching through his kept and dark happy trail. “Hah— fuck, Y/NNN,” he moans, closing his eyes to succumb to the pleasure for a moment before he forces them back open, refusing to miss out on such a dreamy sight. Memorizing your body, willing himself to remember each moan and blissful expression you give, storing it away so he can burn them into his spank bank.

Once he’s had his fill of the wondrous sight, he sits up, mouth sucking in your nipple as his hands still your hips, grabbing the flesh there and wiggling to adjust himself underneath you. Ecstasy shoots through you as he takes the lead, thrusting up harshly to prod deep inside your womb, stretching you out and rubbing so deliciously against your g-spot. “Oh, god, Katsuki,” you wheeze as he just goes faster, thick and muscular thighs providing enough means to continue like this for who knows how long. Just as you begin to feel your orgasm build once again, his pace slows, and you’re about to complain before a long finger is thrust into your mouth.

Bakugou groans as your tongue coats the digit in spit, not needing instruction. “You gonna be a good girl for me, Princess?” He questions before he takes the finger out.

Your arms fold around his neck as you nod and kiss him again, drunk on his lips and his touch. He welcomes the tender moment, a hand planting on your ass and spreading you again before his wet finger meets your asshole, making you jump into him with wide eyes. “Ka—”

His lips pull you back in, silencing your hesitance as he begins to thrust his cock up into you again, pace measured and slow. The roll of his hips provides a new type of pleasure as his cock drags against your inner walls, your clit rolling on his pelvis. You quiver on top of him, hole puckering as his finger rubs around your rim. You whimper when he pushes inside, the small stretch foreign and stinging. But he doesn’t push it any further, just continues to lazily grind up inside of you, his tongue playing with yours. He only breaks away to whisper praise to you that makes your pussy shiver around him, “Good girl, you’re sucha good girl Y/N.”

Before long the digit is up to the second knuckle, and you’re a moaning mess above him. The feeling of his finger in your ass, with his cock stretching and pushing in and out of you— it has your eyes crossing in pleasure. The thin wall separating his cock and his finger continues to rub exquisitely on both sides, sending waves of fuzzy bliss coursing through your limbs.

The extra penetration seems to also be affecting Bakugou, for his thrusts begin to pick up as he starts slapping up into you with renewed ferocity. The stimulation from your pussy and your clit already have you clenching, but then he starts to push his finger in and out of your ass slowly, and you’re holding onto him for dear life, your head on his shoulder as you mewl into his neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and so can Bakugou, who nuzzles your face a bit before he kisses you again. Your lips dance sloppily, your body jostling as he pounds into you from below, and you begin to whimper as your cunt tightens around his cock.

“Still want me to stop?” He hisses, rough palm clapping across your ass cheek.

“Fuck no,” you pant, planting your knees on the seat beside his thighs and bucking up and down in tune with his pace.

Bakugou groans at your initiative, knuckle sliding deeper inside of you and gauging your reaction as your shudder against him in pleasure. “You like a finger in the ass, hah? Fucking slut,” he snarls as he rubs the digit inside of you, eliciting a low moan from the depths of your lungs.

You’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “God, Katsuki, mphhh—” The added pressure of you sinking down as he ruts up is almost enough for you to cum, and Bakugou knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

You brow furrows and your heartbeat hastens at the intimacy, passion crackling between the pair of you as his vermillion orbs burn into you. You don’t want to let him see such a vulnerable part of you, but he starts to slam into that spot deep inside of you mercilessly, determined to show you how good he can make you feel. Your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body like wildfire through dry grass. A broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his traps, and toes curling in your shoes.

Bakugou gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly, throwing your body down to meet his as he pistons into you. Skull falling backwards limply, your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, his actions dragging out your mind-numbing climax delightfully long. He launches at the exposed skin of your neck, teeth sinking into your throat hard enough to leave dark bruises there, moaning shamelessly into your flesh as his thrusts become quicker, needier. “S-Shit, where should I— ‘m gonna—”

Your fingers rush to his hair, snapping his head backwards and his eyes widen in surprise, but you smother his open mouth with yours immediately, your tongue plunging into his wet cavern and claiming him as your own. Your hips hurl onto his with finality and the blonde stiffens beneath you, trembling fingers pressing into your skin. A loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. When he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

You let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. It’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent. Or maybe that was just Bakugou— you subtly sniff his skin and smile, the caramel-like aroma from his exertion wafting off of him. He’s warm, and somehow even though his muscles are rock-hard beneath you, his embrace is soft. You nuzzle into his neck as his fingers glide over your moist back, arms locked around your waist.

Neither of you say a word, two heartbeats thumping rapidly against each other as you enjoy each other’s presence. The both of you desperately cling to this moment of serenity, knowing that soon enough you’ll have to go back to normal, and this will have just been another “last time.”

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dearest-kibble · 4 years

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Can I request headcanons for yandere Bakugou, Todoroki and Deku where they have been leaving their darlings voicemails proclaiming their love and whatnot and seeing as they're not reacting badly to it, their darling must be happy. Turns out they haven't heard any of it because they don't know how to access their voicemail

Oh gosh oh gosh I love this concept??? Thank you for requesting!

Okay so,,, these get a little unhinged real quick because i am in a mood so!

Tw: Dacryphilia, degradation, stalking, yandere relationships, unhealthy relationships, (Maybe?? just in case,,,) dumbification, lots of cussing (Thanks katsuki.) They’re all pretty abusive,,, Midoriya’s gets a little n/sfw-ish? Like just motions of moans but,, to be safe also panty stealing. I love these boys so much so i’ll make them terrible,,, as a treat.

All of these characters are third years!

So here now, we have a temperamental one.

And no, it’s not Katsuki.

It’s Shoto.

Half cold, half hot.

He’s easy to anger. If you say the wrong thing, well you’re in for it.

But, he likes you.

You’re always smiling at him.

He knows that you smile at others but there has to be something to smiling at him, right?

People tell him he’s handsome, they tell him he looks good. Women ask for his number.

So you smile at him because you like him.

So he’ll dote on you a little.

He has your number. He paid someone for it.

And he’s been leaving you just about the nicest things he could.

He loves talking to you, even if he doesn’t quite feel comfortable talking to you face to face.

And he just loves telling you how sweet you look for him. How cute your voice sounds and how he just loves you.

“I’ll make sure to marry you one day. You’ll have anything you want.”

“You looked so sweet in that outfit today, once we’re married, I’ll get you something like it. Would you like that? I’ll make sure you have the nicest clothing for when you walk down the isle, goodbye.”

“Your voice is stuck in my head, I can’t wait until I can hear your voice all day in our house together. Goodbye, I can’t wait to see you.”

“When we have a child, you’ll be a wonderful parent. I love you, goodbye.”

“You’ll marry me, right? Goodbye darling, say yes.”

And well, Shoto wasn’t being told to stop, but you weren’t talking to him.

At all.

And so, he tries to ask you about it after class, in the dorms when you two are in the common room.

Luckily for Shoto, you’re the only one there.

You send him a quick smile as you see him sitting in the corner, before you return to stretching.

It makes his heart stop - just for a few seconds - before hastily standing up and walking towards you.

“Why haven’t you said yes?” He’s got that intense sound in his voice, like it’s as important as finding a villain.

“Yes to what?” You’re still stretching as you look up into his eyes.

It’s clear to him that you don’t have a clue. And really, that shouldn’t make him angry. It’s irrational to think that you’ve been deliberately ignoring him. But who doesn’t check their voicemail?

“The messages I’ve left you, why haven’t you responded to any of them, don’t you love me?” Shoto feels as calm as ever.

You’ve stopped stretching. Expression blank as you attempt to process whatever is going through your head.

“Of course I love you!” And your smile is back. Shoto nods, of course you love him, he can give you whatever you nee- “You’re one of my friends!”

Oh.

“Oh.” Ice begins to melt beneath his flesh

“I don’t know what messages you’re talking about though, did you ask Sero for my number? Class notes, right?”

You can’t not know how to check your voicemail. No one is that stupid.

“The messages I left you. You must’ve checked them.”

“I’m uhh..” You laugh a little. Normally it’d make him blush. “I don’t know how to check them. Sorry Todo...”

“You know exactly what I am talking about.” The look you give him is nothing but confused.

“I... don’t, could you explain it to me?”

“You wouldn't need this explanation if you just talked to me.”

“Sorry Todoroki, I didn’t know you wanted to talk.” You’re a good actor, because there's no way you didn’t know he wanted to talk to you, to marry you.

“I’ll show you.” He grabs you hand and yank you off the ground. “Give me your phone.”

“Wha-” You shiver.

“Your phone. Give it to me.” You hand it over without hesitation. “Good.”

It doesn’t take long for him to find the messages he left.

“How do you know my password?” He ignores your question.

He opens the most recent message he left. Just this morning.

“Good morning. I want you to know, that our marriage won’t be a quirk marriage. I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like in the dress i have picked out, I love you. Goodbye.”

“Todo-”

“Shoto. I’m going to be your husband.”

“I- give me some time to process-”

“You have had plenty of time to process. So you must’ve been ignoring me.”

“I haven’t!” It’s adorable how desperately you try to lie. You’re quite good at it.

“Be quiet.” His voice is devoid of emotion. “You can’t go around ignoring your future husband like that. Now we’re going to have a nice, long chat about this in my room.

“But Todoro-”

“You will call me Shoto.” He sends a flare of ice up your arm.

“Shoto! You’re name is Shoto and I-” Your free hand scratches desperately at the ice.

“Desperately trying to get me to remove the ice.” He gives you a cold smile. “Once you really learn your lesson, that won’t happen again. Got it?”

You nod. Tears dripping down your cheeks.

“You wouldn’t be crying if you didn’t ignore me.” He pets your hair. “Now, I’m more than a friend to you, right love?”

“Of course Shoto! I love you more tha-”

“Then smile like you do.” You look like you’re helpless with those tears in your eyes though.

You try, you really do but this is where your acting prowess stops. It’s not a cute, sweet thing like normal. No, it’s ugly and contorted.

“Try again.” Practice makes perfect. “That isn’t what I asked for.”

You wipe your tears with your free hand. He should’ve frozen them both. You’d have to learn to rely on Shoto sooner or later. You take a deep breathe and fix your face into that adorable little smile you gave Shoto.

“Was that so hard?” He brings a chilled hand to your face to wipe away a tear that had gotten away from you. “Come, we’ll talk in my room. Once your arm melts, we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson.”

Katsuki only has your number for study sessions, he swears.

Your friends don’t believe it no matter how loud he yells.

Probably for good reason.

You’re not doing nearly as poor as Kirishima in terms of grades, and you weren’t a bad note taker either. So the fact that Bakugou still invited you to study and the fact that he seemed a little extra harsh on you?

Your friends find it a little strange.

But Bakugou also calls Kirashima “Shitty Hair” so it’s not really out of character for him to tell you how much of a dumbs you are for getting from point A to B in a different way than normal.

Hell, Bakugou does it the way too.

He tells you it’s because you’re “A shitty extra who’s just trying to be better than me!”

Which, to be fair, checks out with how he treats the rest of the class.

So he’s fine.

Your friends are just a little paranoid that’s all.

And he can understand that. After all, who wouldn’t want to protect you?

He even leaves you little messages. He thinks they speak for themself.

“You got bruised today when you were trying that shitty new move of yours. Be more god-damn carful next time!”

“Hey. Why aren’t you at our study sessions? Shitty Hair isn’t as stupid as you and he actually understands the material. I’m stuck here for another damn hour if you don’t- Oi! Pick up the fucking phone you shit head!”

“Fuck, I went a little far with the last message. I saw your new cut. Did you get it from a shitty piece of paper? You’re a fucked up excuse for a hero if you got beat by a piece of paper. Don’t worry doll, once I’m with you, I’ll kiss it all better.”

He leaves countless messages a day.

You haven’t even thought about them he bets.

Your brain might as well be a cows, you’re so fucking stupid.

“Oi! Cow brain! Talk to me.” He doesn’t dare drag you over. You’re still delicate even if you have the mental capacity of a shrew.

“One second Bakugou, I’m going to talk to Mr. Aizawa about mastering my quirk.”

You haven’t even figured out how to master your quirk? So fucking useless. But he waits for about fifteen minutes outside the door.

“We need to have a study session.”

“Why? I’m doing pretty well, aren’t I?”

“Not with that stupid burn mark you got from sparring with the laser extra!”

“Aoyama?”

“Fuckin Aoyama.” Little blond bitch is trying to hurt you.

“I’m fine Bakugou, i’m going to be a hero I should get used to a few cuts and burns, with the villain climate,”

“The fucks a villain climate?” You don’t even know that climate is used for weather. You really are a stupid pig. Someone needs to save your bacon, huh?

“The way villains are at the-” Damn your eyes look like a deers’

“I know what a villain climate is!”

“So, you pulled me aside to study, right?”

“At least you remember that.” Any smart person would’ve figured out that was a lie though. “But you’re a fucking idiot for thinking that was the case. You’ve been getting my notes, you know how fuckin worried I am about you getting hurt.”

“You worry about me getting hurt?” Your mind really did move like molasses.

“Pretty fuckin slow on the uptake there sweetheart.”

“You’ve been sending me messages?” Oh fuck. You’re even dumber than a cow.

“Are you completely braindead? I’ve been calling you a dumbass for months,”

“I don’t know how to open my voicemail, not my fault technology is confusing baku-”

“No one is that fucking dumb!”

“Bakugou, you’re yelling.”

“No Shit?! I wouldn’t need to be if you actually understood anything that I’m telling you! It’s not that fucking hard to understand you just open your damn phone, and click on those stupid ass red icons on the phone app.” If you weren’t so delicate and in need of keeping safe, he’d punch you.

“Oh uhh- Bakugou? Did you mean to play these?”

“Fuck no I didn't.” Maybe he’s a little obvious. But not so obvious that you’d pick up on it.

“I uhh really think I love you? Maybe it’s cause you're such a fucking dumbs that I can’t stand that you get hurt. It’s painful to see. Shit. I hate that I love you. Just die already.” Katsuki in the phone sounds like he’s gone soft. Can’t have that.

“Bakugou, it isn’t very heroic to tell someone to go d-”

“That’s the thing your shitty mind picks up on?” You’re such a cute little doll. “I just told you that I loved yo-”

“Even more of a reason to report you. Two pro heroes shouldn’t have a relationship, it’s unprofessional.”

“Your stupid ass really thinks you’re gonna be a hero? You can’t even go a round with Aoyama without getting a burn. Nah baby, you’re gonna be at home, well protected and away so that you don’t have a chance to fuck something up.”

“I’m going to be a hero Bakugou.”

“I tell you that I’m gonna keep you at home, away from everything and everyone and you’re concerned with being a hero? Dumb as hell.”

“Bakugou, you seem to be especially mean to me-”

“Fuck it. You wanna get a shitty Lunch Rush meal?” Oh it’d be so easy to drug you up. You probably don’t even think about people who might drug your food. You're just a stupid little doll.

Midoriya really likes stalking you, okay?

You’re cute, a real old family friend and really sweet too.

You were absolutely ecstatic when his mom held that dinner to celebrate his quirk’s manifestation.

He almost told you the truth about All For One.

Big developments should be shared with the people you love, right?

Course he never really got your number cause he’s a little bit shy, but.

You won’t mind if he finds it in your house, right?

He’s been there countless times before, so it’s not like this is anything big or new or a groundbreaking development.

It’s just, he’s here at night now, and you’re asleep. And so are your parents.

But he’s quiet, don’t worry! He’s not gonna wake anyone up. It’s a hero’s duty to make sure that others are okay, and that includes getting the proper amount of sleep!

So he makes his way around your house with a nervous shuffle.

How can he be calm when you’re sleeping just mere rooms away? It’s very distracting with you on the bed, just splayed out for him to watch and look at while you dream.

Sometimes you moan.

He likes to think he caused that.

He’s a little disgusted to think it, but he’s a little pent up. All the time

And you just look so cute on top of that bed-

But he came here for a phone number, and he’s gonna get one.

Besides, he’s going to be the number one hero, a symbol of peace! He can’t sully All-Might’s legacy with dirty thoughts!

So he finds your phone charging on a chest of drawers in your room.

After a few seconds of watching you sleep.

And oh you look good in a tank top and shorts, eyes closed and-

He picks up your phone to distract himself.

You were really trusting, weren’t you? You didn’t even have a lock on your phone.

He’d hug you if you wouldn’t wake up from his cold skin.

He’d do more than hug you-

Nope, not gonna think about that and Midoriya hates himself a little for looking through your drawer to find where you keep your panties.

There a lot of pairs to choose from, colored, patterned, laced... So many, pretty kinds of panties.

He settles for a pure, white pair. It’s plain. You won’t miss it.

After he pockets the guilt-inducing panties, he once again sets his sight on your phone.

Once again, he opens it, tries to find where you’ve put your contact information, and quickly duplicates it for his own device,

“Goodnight Bunny! Sleep well!” Oh what he wouldn’t give to kiss you goodnight.

After that, he decides to send you a few messages. They’re quick, innocent, sweet. He almost recorded himself cumming in your panties.

That morning, he wakes up bright and early, with even more energy than normal. He send you a good morning message, and moves on to stretch before class.

He isn’t late but the only notes he can take in classes are those about your sleeping habits.

You snore, you like to sleep on your left side rather than your right, meaning Midoriya is the little spoon, and you like to sleep in tank tops which means Midoriya has to start wearing them.

When lunch rolls around, before Midoriya meets with Iida and Ururaka he sends you a quick update.

He should probably return your panties,

After he washes them, of course.

He returns that night to your house with a notebook he’s decided to dedicate to you and your shared love story.

He checks your phone again and debates playing the recordings back to you in your sleep, or waiting for you to find his sweet surprise.

You’ve always likes surprises, you’d love one from him!

He looks at your panty drawer again.

It takes most of his willpower not to take another pair.

“Goodnight! Sleep well bunny!”

He makes a swift exit and leaves another message.

He repeats the process for several days and maybe it’s his imagination, but you sleep with a smile on your face now!

He wonders if it’s the returned panties that did it, or his messages.

Sunday is date night for your parents, and it’s U.A’s day off. It’s like the stars have aligned themselves for Izuku Midoriya and your love.

He’s going to ask if you like his messages and if you’d like him to start texting you.

After five days of sneaking in the night, finally Izuku can knock on your door and see the light shining on your perfect face.

He knocks on the door, dressed in casual clothes.

You answer in an All-Might hoodie and Izuku imagines it’s his All-Might hoodie.

“Oh! Hey Midoriya! Parents are out now, would you like to come in?”

“Oh uh! Yes please!” Even if he’d imagined this playing out so much, he can’t help the nervous tick of his hands. He’s so so close to you.

The door stays open until Izuku walks through, It’s nice to come in the front, and not a window.

You begin leading him towards the kitchen, hang a left out of the foyer.

“I just started some chicken nuggets, hopefully I made enough for you,” You spin around suddenly. “I don’t know why, but I don’t think I have your number.”

That means you haven’t listened to any of his messages then? Izuku’s smile drops.

“Oh it’s nothing personal, I just never thought of giving it to you before, agues i should’ve considering how long we’ve known each other. I didn’t mean to make you look so sad Doriya, here its...”

Would he have to show you his messages? Would he have to make you see how much he loved you?

But that... sounded so violent! So villainous. It wouldn’t be right.

“Hey..” You put a hand on his shoulder. It fits perfectly. “You got that Doriya?”

“Yes!” His smile isn’t hard to regain with your hand so warm on him.

“Nuggets are done too! How many you want?”

“Oh, I’m actually, not- that hungry.”

“Any reason?”

“In my-” What did should he — that’s got to work. “In my most recent work-study, there’s this case where someone is leaving voicemails to their targets,” But that makes him sound more villainous than he wanted to.

“Oh shit really?” You look very cute with your wide eyes.

“Uhm, yes?” It’s a terrible lie and anyone could pick it up if they weren’t so good and kind and trusting - and oh no.

It just had to make him sound like a villain.

“I’ve been getting some voicemails recently, and if it’s evidence or anything, do you need to take a look?”

“No,” He can feel the sweat dripping from his face. “It’s ah, fine?”

“Midoriya, if I have evidence and I don’t bring it in, wouldn’t that make me an accomplice?”

“Technically-” But if you knew they were from him why would you think they were an accomplice- you thought he didn’t have your number.

You hadn’t heard those messages.

“Do you know is it’s evidence?”

“Well I can’t actually open m voicemail but if it’s anything, you can teach me, right?

“Of course!” He offers a hand to take the phone. “You just -” He taps a few things, “There!”

And you two listen to them. Izuku has such a big smile on his face.

“Good morning! I hope you feel great today! I’m going to do the best i can today, and i know you will too! I love you!”

“I’m about to at lunch, i wonder what you’re having. Maybe one day, we can cook together? Love you, have a nice meal!”

“I’m about to get ready to come see you tonight, if you want to, stay up! I want to kiss you goodnight! Love you Bunny!”

“What is this?”

“I’m a little embarrassed, but it’s like the voicemails said! I love you, morning noon and night!”

“Midoriya, have you — oh god is that where my panties went?” The anger in your voice hurts him. “Get out.”

“Bunny I-”

“Get out of my house Midoriya. Before I call a real hero.”

“I love you!”

“You don’t love me, you like my panties and an idea you’ve cultivated because we were never really that close.”

“I’ve known you since i was-”

“Yes, you have, but it’s our parents who are friends - not us. If we were friends, by now I’d call you Izuku.” And like that the notebook of his brain that’s pages were being torn out and stomped on were being sewn back in by a practiced hand.

“You can call me Izuku, if you want.”

“Midoriya, i’m telling you, get out and I won’t report you. You could get your license revoked. You don’t want that.”

“But-”

“Leave.” The way you stood your ground was very admirable.

He makes a mental note, you are trusting, sweet, kind and headstrong.

He can work with those.

He’s suddenly glad he only returned one pair of panties.

He’ll get to visit you again real soon.

HOLY SHIT DID THAT TAKE FOREVER TO GET Through. I rewrote Shoto’s part five time but im pretty happy with it. Overall I think Bakuboi’s is the best.,., and Izuku,,, my poor deku,,, yours is.... interesting. Anyway thank you for the patience of the requester! And for also requesting these three lovely lads. Oh boy,,, time for some smut coming up...

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sokkisky · 3 years

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~valentine’s day 2021~

Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6

Rating: SFW (Fluff)

Pairings: Bakugou x Y/N, Hawks x Y/N, Deku x Y/N

Warnings: None!.

A/N: THE AMOUNT OF TIED VOTES IS SENDING ME! Happy Valentine's Day! We have a lot of characters today because I let you all make a poll and I said “Well if they have about 56% or more of a popular vote then we’ll use them” and you just about clicked everyone. So I took the tied votes for most wanted! I hope this is okay!

I’m actually very very excited and I hope you all enjoy it.

Not to mention I do hope you guys enjoyed the hotline as much as I did! It was such a fun lead up to V-Day.

I hope you all have a very good day, this is a good day to TREAT yourself and give yourself a little extra love!

You woke up the morning of Valentine’s day knowing that you’d be waking up like it was any old day. You felt a little sad, turning to see the empty space in bed next to you. Bakugou must have already left for work.

~~~

The two of you walked through the mall, V-Day was coming up and the stores were full of Valentines day candy and flowers. Teddy Bears, and gifts everywhere. Bakugou couldn’t help but groan at all the red material confessions and cards. He held you hand as you awed at all the cute gifts as the two of you walked through the mall.

“Who would spend all this money for some stupid bear.” he mumbled a bit, the expensive price tag of a teddy bear catching his eye. You giggled a bit picking up the bear, “It’s not stupid Baku!” you said, looking the bear over. It was adorable, softer than all the other bears. He was a wide plush, coming with accessories as well.

Bakugou watched you holding the bear. You’d always thought the sweet mementos of love were cute. He scoffed a bit taking your hand in his again as you set the bear back down.

“Trust me it’s dumb.” he muttered.

You’re heart hurt a little, the realization that he didn’t care about V-Day sinking in. It’s not like you needed anything, it didn’t matter the gift.

You just knew you weren’t going to get to celebrate Valentine’s day with him, your someone special.

~~~

You got out of the bed, slipping on your slippers and shuffling out of the room. You yawned a bit as you opened the bedroom door. Your eyes fluttered open and you stopped. Gasping.

You could not believe your eyes.

The living room was full of Valentine’s day decorations. Red rose petals and streamers around the room. Balloons and chocolates sitting on the coffee table. You looked around, a big box sitting next to the coffee table. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed on Bakugou. He stood there, his clothes normal but his smile wide.

You couldn’t help but run into his arms, holding him tightly. “Baku! This is amazing thank you!” you said happily. He held you back, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

“Well come on, go open the box.” he said, turning you towards the giant box.

You walked over excited, lifting off the lid and gasping again.

The lid held the sides of the box, the box falling open once you pulled off the lid. And there sat a giant teddy bear, almost as tall as you. His fur was fluffy and he was a light white, his nose a red heart. You squealed a bit, squeezing the bear.

“I told you the other bear was stupid. I had to get you something special, you are my teddybear afterall.” he said with a smirk.

“Happy Valentine’s day teddybear.”

You held a small pink note in your hand. “Go to the kitchen, something is waiting.” you read aloud. You laughed to yourself.

Keigo always said he’d do something special for Valentine’s day, and when you woke up this morning you didn’t see him at all. However, on the bathroom mirror you found a small pink sticky note. You sighed walking out to the kitchen, expecting to see Keigo but no. Instead there was a bouquet of pink roses and another pink sticky note.

You palmed the note in your hand, “Where do we watch movies? Something is waiting there for you,” you read aloud. The living room? Was he saying to go to the living room. You walked over, holding the flowers in your hand before you found a new Hawks themed tote bag. You chuckled a bit picking it up and reading the sticky note. “You’ll need this bag, go get a dressed and go out to the car”

~~~

You walked outside, seeing a sticky note on the car. Nothing but an address was written on the pink sticky note. You smiled setting the bag and flowers down in the passenger seat as you sat in the driver’s seat. You sat down beginning to drive to the location on your GPS

~~~

You drove for a while. Realizing your drive was turning into a trip. You began to worry for a second, you didn’t pack anything but you kept driving. You drive for a while more until you pull up to a resort.

The address led you to a resort.

You got out of the car looking around. What were you supposed to do now? You took out your phone wanting to call Keigo, ask him what was going on and why you were here, all until you saw him. Your eyes landed on him as he looked back at you, grinning madly as he made his way over to you.

You giggled a bit, seeing his cheeky grin before two passes to the resort were held in front of your face.

“Why don’t we spend the next few days relaxing, just you and I. How does that sound lovebird?”

You were sick.

You sat in the bed coughing, just finishing a sneezing fit. You looked up at Izuku who sat next to you with a box of tissues and cough drops. Your eyes were teary, as you turned to him. “I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend the day out and I-” you started but Izuku held your hand. Cupping your cheek in his right soft hand. He stared into your eyes, “Don’t worry Puppy, It’ll be alright.” he said softly. His mind seemed to wander for a bit before you could see a lightbulb click on in his mind. He hopped off the bed, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be right back puppy, give me a few minutes okay!” he says hurriedly grabbing his coat and kicking on his shoes. You looked at him slightly confused before he gave you one more kiss and rushed out of the door.

~~~

You woke up after a bit, not even realizing you’d fallen asleep. You felt a little bit better though. You sat up, noticing the room was dark, only dim lighting around you. You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting.

Candles.

The room was lit with candles, red flower petals on the bedroom floor.

“Izu?” you called out, looking around. “You there?”

The bedroom door slowly opened revealing a Izuku. He wore a deep red tux, holding two boxes of pizza in his right hand, in his left was a full plastic bag. You smiled as he walked over setting the pizza down next to you. You opened the box, it was your favorite kind, before he set the bag down in front of you. You peeked inside seeing your favorite drinks and candy, and two of your favorite movies.

“I know we couldn’t go out for Valentine’s day, so why not bring Valentine’s to the most special girl in my life.” Izuku said softly, holding your face close to his. “I love you puppy.” he said sweetly. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

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lofitojii · 3 years

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ONE SHOT: Lovable

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Summary: it’s just you and bakugou, being comforted by the night sky, filling it with secrets you thought he wasn’t capable of telling you.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content: fluff/smut hehe

A/N: just a cute little one shot i’ve been thinking about for a while. The other requests will be up this weekend :)

The night sky was illuminated by the single source of the full moon, casting dark shadows through everything the invisible rays touched. It was as if the night moon admired the rays of light her brother would give off during what we know as day. You admired her, the moon, shining brightly through the reflection of the sun. It was peaceful, your ears being filled with the chirp of a nearby cricket, the distant sound of blaring horns from the city, but your favorite was the stream you faintly heard coming from behind you.

The grass felt cold under your touch, forming the small drops of dew that would formulate in the early hours of the morning. It was rare for you to see nature in a new setting, usually being asleep during this time. You had Bakugou to thank for your new experience, sneaking you away from the comfort of your own home. You didn’t mind, even though you had to fight the sleep that was begging for you to return.

You rested your back against the damp grass, ignoring the fact you would be a little damp yourself when you were to sit up again. This way, you had a better view of the vast sky above you, overwhelmed by the amount of stars that overtook the entirety of the night sky. It was breathtaking, even the thought of breaking the silence felt as if you were going to shatter the sight above you, even though you knew it wouldn’t.

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled, barley above an audible whisper. Bakugou looked over at you, still propped up in a sitting position. He smiled, admiring a different view you weren’t aware of. “Don’t you think so?” He agreed, shaking his head as he let out a small huff.

“It is,” he agreed, his attention focused above him as well. You were the only person who really saw this side of Bakugou. He was known to have a short temper, unbelievably vulgar to those who tried to tell him what to do. He didn’t care about what others thought of him, he knew who he was and was at peace with it. When you met him, he wasn’t as quiet and polite with you as he is now. He treated you like everyone else, except you didn’t react the same way the others did. You were always kind, even when he felt the need to yell at you. You were gentle, once being referred to as inviting from Bakugou himself. He had fallen in love with you, something he didn’t think he was capable of.

“Thank you,” you reached out, taking his hand in yours. Your attention was still admiring the night sky above you, the comfort of Bakugou’s warm hand intertwined with yours. “For bringing me here.”

“I actually brought you here because well… I wanted to tell you something.” You could tell he was nervous, uneasily shifting in his spot. You sat up, leaning your weight over your curled up knees as you waited for him to ask his question. You could hear the subtle gulp, following the movement as it traced his throat on the way down. “Fuck, I don’t.. I mean.. God damn it!” He was frustrated, unable to spit out what he was wanting to say. You took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your numb cheeks. His hands were always so warm, immediately comforting your face just by making contact with his palms.

“Take your time,” you cooed, letting your eyes drift closed as you embraced the warm feeling of Bakugou’s hands. “I can wait.” It was as if time came to a stand still, all the surrounding sounds that were once visible to you were being drowned out by Bakugou himself. You felt his lips press against yours, your natural instinct telling you to lean into it. The way he made you feel like you were being lifted above everything else was exciting to you. He was gentle but this kiss was intense. It was as if he was pouring himself directly into the kiss, feeling the high sense of emotion Bakugou was feeling.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. “I..” he started, taking short breaths in between what he was trying to say. “I love.. You..” This was the first time you ever heard the word ‘love’ come from him. He was so reserved when it came to his feelings, usually locking them away where they were almost impossible to find. You had somehow withered away the wall he had built so high around his heart, this being the ultimate release to him. “I’ve never been good at this but when I’m with you, as cheesy as this sounds, you make me feel safe. You’re someone who won’t make fun of me for telling you how I feel. Yeah, I have this reputation of being this arrogant bastard and honestly, I don’t care what everyone else thinks of me. What matters is what you think of me.”

“Bakugou…” You were taken back by his sudden outburst of this confession he had been holding onto for who knows how long. He finally managed to spit it out, telling you how he actually felt.

“You love me, right? Like I’m not making a complete fool of myself?” He was nervous, your silence causing him to feel anxious. You were just in shock is all, not wanting to ruin this moment he had created. “Please Y/n, say something.” He was begging, his eyes searching for the answer he didn’t know if he was going to receive or not. You smiled, a single tear falling onto his hand. You didn’t realize you were crying until he lifted his finger, wiping a tear that hadn’t fallen yet.

“Of course I love you,” you sobbed, becoming overwhelmed by the intense feeling that had suddenly overtaken your body. Words can’t describe the amount of joy you were feeling, being mixed with fear, excitement, and above all, love. This wasn’t the Bakugou you knew back when you first met him, this was the real Bakugou, the one who had actual feelings that he wanted to be heard and validated. He didn’t have to tell you that, you knew just by the way he looked into your eyes. He was hurting, and you had helped heal the wound he had dug so deep into himself.

Bakugou had never cried in front of you, not until tonight. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing your body to his. You could feel the wet droplets on the exposed part of your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his chest, pressing him closer to you. “I’m here,” you whispered, stroking his back. “I will always be here.”

Bakugou pulled away, his hands placed on your shoulders, keeping the distance between the two of you minimized. Without hesitation, Bakugou leaned back in, gently placing his lips to yours. He pushed you back, his hand placed under your head as his body hovered over yours. Without pulling apart, his hands caressed your hips, lifting you so you were pressed against him. You could feel his member caressing up against your core, feeling yourself begin to throb with the desire to feel more of him. The area was vacant, a great distance between you and any other person in sight. You were okay with this, you yearned for it, begged.

Bakugou dipped his head into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses along your collarbones before finding his way back to your craving lips. His fingers danced around the brim of your leggings, in a way teasing you with the idea rather than the physical touch. He pulled away for a brief moment, asking you in a silent way if what he was doing was okay. You nodded, watching his lustful eyes as he slightly pulled your leggings down, exposing your bottom half to the crisp, early morning air.

His fingers traced your outer flaps, your hips buckling to the drastic heat that was radiating off of his fingers. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly in and out as he dipped his head back in to kiss you. You let out a small moan into Bakugou’s lips, causing him to insert his second finger. You groaned, back arching as his speed began to pick up, his other hand forcing your hips down. “Baku-- Pl..Please,” you begged in between your gasps for air.

His fingers slid out, gently rubbing circles into your parted, wet lips. He was quick to unzip his own pants, placing his member at the entrance of your core. This was your first time experiencing such intimacy with Bakugou, your heart bursting at the seems as he slid his member in while a deep growled “fuck,” slipped from his lips. His thrusts started slow, his vision focused on your facial expression. It was painful for a split second, easing into a desirable pleasure that ignited something within you. His thrust slowly became faster, his moans adding to the pleasure you were feeling. You could feel yourself getting close, every thrust causing you to buckle your hips.

“I’m close,” you managed to breathe in between thrusts. Bakugou thrusted faster, harder, causing your vision to blur. You could feel your throat close up, your instinct to cry at the pleasurable climax you both hit simultaneously. Bakugou removed himself, zipping up his pants before pulling up your leggings, covering the exposed part of your body. You covered your eyes, the tears causing you to choke on anything you were wanting to say.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He panicked, moving your hair out of your face. Once you had calmed down, you shook your head, smiling up at the man you had fallen so deeply in love with.

“I’m just.. Really happy,” you cried, unable to control your sobs. He raised an eyebrow before picking you up and placing you in between his legs. He held you close to him, refusing to let go until you had fully calmed down. You pulled away, looking up at Bakugou who had been admiring you while you tried to calm yourself down. You had never experienced something so pleasurable before, not to mention the pleasure being mixed with your heartfelt feelings you had towards him.

Bakugou finally removed you from his lap, getting to his feet while reaching his hand out for you to take. You gripped onto him, being pulled into his arms when you were finally on your feet. “I love you,” he whispered into your hair, resting his head on your shoulder. “Endlessly, Y/n.”

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fic #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #anime #anime x reader

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mshomestyle · 3 years

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Hmm, how's about the Deku Squad (Deku, Todo, Uraraka, Iida and Froppy) and Baku Squad (baku, kiri, kami, sero, and pinky) are together at some kind of parent thing just hanging out back at UA. They're conversing amongst each other and watching their UA-going kids hanging out causing shenanigans together. You got the OG Squads watching over their children being part of their own squads (new gen Deku/baku squads). They're watching them hang out the way they used to and they feel some nostalgia.

And also this is the point they realize that their baby is growing up. It seems like yesterday their baby wasn't ready for kindergarten, and now they're watching the 2 TEENAGE! squads argue and hearing Fucking Nerd! being yelled. Time sure does fly.

This is probably too much detail, and I hope you can make sense of this lmao. This sounded good until i wrote it 😂

That reminds me of the chapter in the MHA spin-off when the parents get invited to U.A.

Deku-Squad and Bakusquad going to Watch their Kids at U.A.

Since the start of the dorm system at U.A., Nezu would organize a parent day for each semester. And with their partners off at work, the U.A. alumni all showed up to watch their kids’ Heroics Class.

Midoriya met up with his friends at the gate since they had all decided to do so the night before. He was the first to show up, followed by Todoroki, Iida, and Tsuyu. They decided to wait for Uraraka, who was a bit late, and as they did so, they began to reminisce about the old days. “I remember when we had that heroics class with Mount Lady, Shoto had no idea what she was talking about,” Tsuyu spoke.

“I understood her pretty clear,” Todoroki shrugged, and his confusion seemed to make Midoriya give a slightly weary smile. Yep, some things just don’t change, but he couldn’t speak as he had froze up during the mock interview that they had been given at the time.

As the four continued to talk, they noticed Bakugo walking rather angrily passed them with Kirishima and Kaminari following him. “We should meet up with the others, shouldn’t we?” Kaminari asked, “Sero and Mina are already here, after all.”

“Hmph, I’m trying to walk by myself,” Bakugo grumbled. Some things really do never change as this was most of his high school experience. Sure he was friends with Kirishima and Kaminari didn’t exactly get on his nerves, but it seemed as if letting those two near him caused others to join and hang out with them as well. And to this day, he was somehow still involved with them.

“Oh, hey guys!” Midoriya greeted as he walked over.

“Mother fucker, I just don’t get a break, do I?!” Bakugo fumed. Everyone was extremely used to this, though, so they carried on.

“Nice to see you guys!” Kirishima smiled, “You waiting on someone?”

“Yes, Uraraka,” Iida nodded.

“Well, we’ll wait, too!” Kaminari nodded enthusiastically. “Ah, this reminds me when we all used to grocery shop together!” As the waiting and reminiscing began again, Bakugo decided that he was going to keep on walking...only to be grabbed at the back of the shirt by Kirishima.

“Wasn’t that fun, Bakugo? We made a hotpot together that night!” He gave the other man an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Uraraka had not kept them waiting long, and she greeted everyone happily, giving a thanks for waiting for her. “Ready to go see our tots!” she smiled.

“My son hates it when I accidentally refer to him as that,” Todoroki mused with a scratch at the back of his head. Kaminari looked at him rather shocked.

“You do what?!”

“They’re growing up way too fast,” Midoriya sighed, “It seemed like only yesterday I was playing hero with my son. Now every time I see him, he looks older.” Uraraka nodded as she understood well.

“It’s hard to see my kid as teenager, you know, dealing with the things I dealt with. I don’t want her to grow up, yet,” she said. While the parents went on about how their kids were getting older way too fast, Bakugo just grumbled and walked a little faster ahead of them.

“I’m getting better at treating my child as less of a kid,” Tsuyu noted, “Especially since I know they want to be a hero.”

“Yeah, the life of a hero is no joke,” Kirishima agreed, “Least we’ll get some sort of feel for how they’ll be once we see this class-”

“Hey, you guys are late!” Mina’s loud and excited voice was heard as she rushed over, giving Tsuyu and Uraraka big hugs. Sero wasn’t far behind her, going to join up with the group as well.

“That’s an exaggeration. The kids are just getting out of the changing rooms now,” he smiled.

“I can’t wait to see my little girl,” Kirishima said, “She called me a few nights ago asking for tips about her quirk.”

“Being a hero and having gone to U.A does give an advantage when it comes to answering their questions,” Iida nodded. That was more than true, and the whole group seemed to have felt that. When they were growing up at U.A. they had so much they had to figure out on their own when it came to their quirks. Eraserhead was a good teacher, but it wasn’t like he had the same quirks that they did.

“Midoriya, you fucking nerd!” Izuku quickly perked up as he head that, but it was not his childhood friend that yelled out those words. Coming out of the changing area, he noticed his son flushing ferociously while Bakugo’s daughter teased him. “You take your notebook with you everywhere!”

“Well, it’s good for training,” the curly haired teen muttered.

“Bakugo is right, though!” Now it was Uraraka’s daughter’s turn to speak up as she and Todoroki’s son walked over to the male in question. It seemed at this point very similar ‘squads’ were starting to form with Midoriya’s, Uraraka’s, Todoroki’s, Iida’s, and Tsuyu’s children grouping up, and then opposite of them, Kirishima’s, Bakugo’s, Kaminari’s, Mina’s, and Sero’s children also coming together.

The U.A. Alumni couldn’t help but to look on at this and once again remember their time there. It seemed like only yesterday they were doing mock battles and falling for Aizawa’s “rational deceptions:, and it also seemed like only yesterday that their kids were in diapers.

Also...

“Hey, spar with me today! I want to beat you!” It seemed as if the Bakugo and Midoriya’s rival continued to this generation as well.

“You show him that you’re better!” Bakugo encouraged his daughter, who looked back at him with a slightly annoyed pout.

“Hey, don’t embarrass me, old man!” she grumbled, raising up a fist.

“What did you say to me?!” Bakugo barked back. Midoriya’s son seemed to let out a sigh of relief, happy that he was no longer in anyone’s crossfire.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with the parents watching their children be just like them, and speaking about the old days. It was just so crazy to them that though their children were growing up, some things never change.

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mortedeveles · 3 years

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BEAST. [Halloween Week] [P.1]

Summary: Throughout the years you’ve known Bakugou Katsuki, he’s never celebrated Halloween with you. This year seems to be an exception, and you’re not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. One day at a scare house unravels the secrets of the friend you’ve been pining after for months, and you experience horror and fear like never before.

PART TWO HERE: BEAST P.2

Pairing: Werewolf! Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Themes: Horror, teens pining after each other jhdjhsd, fantasy!au [ONE-SHOT] [HALLOWEEN WEEK]

TW (PLEASE RED): Jumpscares, body gore, werewolves, graphic violence, cursing.

Word Count: 3.2K (aprox 3,265 words)

A/N: i had such a hard time coming up with the title DEBWEBKAW!! You might’ve noticed I was scheduled to post about All Might, not Bakugou, but I’ve been having a hard time writing for All Might so I decided to write Bakubitch. and i just whipped this up today, so hopefully it’s okay ;;

This is PART 1!! WILL BE RELEASING PART 2 (and final) TOMORROW (or in 2 days)! If anyone’s interested in P2, lmk to make a taglist!

This fic is part of HALLOWEEN WEEK, which you can check out HERE! Please support the event <3 please check out my other HALLOWEEN WEEK FIC (todoroki shouto) which is LINKED at the END of THIS FIC!

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Bakugou hates Halloween.

It's not the holiday he exactly hates, not at all. Although he won't admit it, the laughter of children around the corner, the ''spooky'' decorations and the hint in the air of new fall spices humors him. It's still a somewhat foreign- Western concept to him, but it doesn’t bother him, so he thinks it’s alright.

What he hates, is how you're so insistent on going trick-or-treating on Halloween. Every goddamn year, you're trying to convince him with those sweet, pleading eyes of yours, your pouty lips, and sad little voice. And there's been several times you almost win him over, but he has to put his foot down.

Halloween is the bane of his existence, the only day he loses control of his body. Bakugou spends it sitting in a cold, musty dungeon, held down by chains.

Sometimes, he'll briefly remember you, and that you're probably out in a cute, skimpy outfit, smiling and bouncing with other guys. It makes his blood boil.

But it's the way it is, even if it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He would rather put your safety and keeping his secret over enjoying the holiday outdoors, with you.

And this year, just like the rest, was no different. Right after the school bell rang, and the students began to shuffle out of the U.A. academy, you walked up to him.

''Bakugou!'' your quiet but determined tone reached his ears. On any other occasion, he would've basked in it. But it was October 31st, which meant that you came to attempt to convince him to spend Halloween with you.

''Yes, Y/N?'' He grumbled. You smiled as the two of you walked out of the school hallways and onto the entrance.

''I was wondering...'' you twiddled with your skirt. ''Do you want to go trick or treating with me?'' As soon as he opened his mouth to protest, you stopped in your tracks and pressed your hand on his chest.

''-And before you say no, hear me out! It's a scary house, we can go at five pm, we'll spend an hour or two there and then you're back at your house, just in time for your bedtime! God knows you appreciate your sleep,'' you snorted, shaking your head in amusement.

Bakugou groaned. He gently pushed off your hand, shaking his head and walking straight ahead. You whined in annoyance and trailed after him.

''C'mon, Baku!'' you tugged at his shirt sleeve. ''Please come with me. I'm... I'm having some problems with my friends, and...'' he slowed down at the sudden bitter tone in your voice.

''They’re going to ditch me on Halloween, and now I don't have anyone to hang out with. You know how things are with my family, and I'd...I'd really appreciate it if you could hang out with me, even if it's for a while.''

The way you lower your head makes his heart ache with pain. Bakugou knows you don't have an idea, but you've got his heart and soul around your finger, bound and desperate to make you happy.

He lets out a quiet sigh, before shoving his hands into his pockets. ''Tch. Fine, I'll go with you to this shitty house, or whatever.''

His heart leaped at the way your manner changed in a blink of an eye. The loneliness in your eyes was swept away and you smiled widely, leaping forward and wrapping him in a tight hug.

The blond barely had time to react, letting out a surprised oof! before being smothered by your hug.

''Thank you, thank you!'' You nearly wagged your nonexistent tail in excitement. The way you beamed at him made his face warm, even though he knew the rest of his departing classmates were staring at him. Frankly, if this was what it took to make you smile, he'd do it all over again.

''Whatever...'' he growled. Bakugou glanced at the sky. It was light blue, with little to no clouds. The moon was out of sight. For now, he thought bitterly.

''Just promise me something.'' You raised your eyebrows expectantly.

''Yeah?''

''We have to return before eight o'clock, nine at most. You hear me?''

You shot him a toothy grin that made his heart stutter. ''Sure thing!'

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You're not entirely sure how you managed to convince Bakugou- but you sure as hell won't question it. If you do, you might risk him not going at all. And that would just be the cherry on top of your melancholic week, the trigger that would make you fall apart and burst into tears.

But for now, you tucked those feelings into a corner. The Halloween costume you were going to wear was a top priority. Shifting through your small closet, your eyes drifted back and forth. Money had been tight this year, and you weren't sure what to wear as a decent Halloween costume. Buying a costume was out of the question.

When your eyes settled on a gothic dress, a grin spread on your face. It was a blood-red and black lace, with three-fourths sleeve and beautiful designs. It had a blood-red ribbon around the waist and reached around your mid-thigh.

''Perfect,'' you whispered with a wide grin. In a matter of a few hours, you texted Bakugou the location of the spooky house, showered, dressed, slipped on a pair of black flats, and did your makeup. Since the dress was gothic looking, you decided to dress as a vampire.

All you had to do was do some simple makeup, apply some fake blood- which you learned to do last year, and buy a pair of fake fangs on your way to the scary house. And if you were lucky, buy a cheap but nice looking black cloak.

Even though you told yourself to not think about it, you couldn't help but wonder what made Bakugou change his mind this year. Although the two of you had been friends since meeting during your first year at U.A. Academy, he had always opted out of Halloween.

The fleeting and conflicted thoughts swarmed your mind as you walked out of the local store, having bought the fake fangs and cloak. With them, your costume was complete.

Feeling happy and confident with yourself, you arrived at the spooky house in a matter of minutes. You noticed that your neighborhood was long behind you, and the house was in an abandoned area. It was the only house. Other than that, there was a road and on the other side, a huge, dark forest that made you shiver.

The spooky house was tall, with three floors, creaky and old wood, and a wide yard. Tall weeds and dead plants surrounded the house. The house was painted a dirty grey, with cobwebs in the corners and an empty swing creaking on the doorstep entrance. The house had gates surrounding it, easily double your height.

''Oi, fangs,'' Bakugou's gruff voice pulled you away from examining the house. You glanced at your left, and there he was, leaning on the house’s black gates.

The blonde stood a few feet away from you, wearing a simple black tee-shirt and jeans. And yet, he looked irresistibly good.

''He....'' you swallowed nervously. You had to keep your feelings down. ''Hey.''

Bakugou nodded in acknowledgment, and the two of you lingered in front of the house. The gates’ paint was chipped, and the two gate doors were slightly open, but something held you back from entering. Why weren’t there any other people?

''So... this the place or what? It looks too fucking shady for a spook house.'' He snorted, and you couldn't help but agree with his statement, even if you didn't voice it out.

''Yeah...'' seeing him in an informal outfit had left you breathless. ''Yeah, this is the house. Let's go in.'' And without further ado, you pushed the gates open. They creaked loudly and you grimaced.

The two of you walked side to side in silence, shoulders slightly brushing against each other. When you reached the doorstep, you craned your neck and peeked on the window at the right. It was musty and covered in dust, but you caught a movement or two. You weren’t sure if it was comforting.

''Well...'' you breathed shakily. ''Here we go.''

There was no one inside. The house was barren, with grey walls and a banner on one of them with the bold words; “WELCOME!’’

You didn’t see any actors or customers. It was unsettling. Slowly, the two of you stepped inside the house, tensing as the wooden floor creaked beneath your feet.

The house was too eery. Even though the website said that once you stepped inside, no one would be there, you couldn’t help but feel that neither of you was supposed to be there.

As soon as the two of you were completely inside the house, the front door slammed behind you. You jumped, and Bakugou flinched. The two of you glanced back at the door and then at each other.

‘’You better fucking hope this is the right house,’’ the blond grumbled. ‘’Or we’re in serious trouble.’’

You decided to remain silent. The two of you surveyed the room; all of the doors were closed and upon further inspection, locked. It was dimly lit with one small, flicker lightbulb.

''Bakugou...'' you whispered, clinging onto his arm. ''Are you scared?''

He snorted. ''Of course not. Knowing how these cheap-ass places work, they’re probably going to scare us from behind or something.''

You heard a ball drop on the floor. It came from behind, rolled to your feet, and you flinched.

''I don’t think we should-'' you couldn't even finish your sentence, as the floor beneath you two disappeared. A scream ripped from your lips as Bakugou and you fell into complete darkness.

''Fucking hell!'' The blonde shouted. You gripped his hand and his free arm moved wildly, desperate to grab hold onto something.

''Hooly shiit!'' You screamed. The wind howled briefly in your ears and a few seconds, you stopped falling. With a loud thump, the two of you fell on a soft surface. It was still dark, and you could barely see a thing. Then a few torches lighted up on the walls, and you strained your eyes to adjust to your surroundings.

''Jesus fucking christ...'' Bakugou rose from the ground, and it seemed that the two of you had landed on a black, wide cushion. He patted down his clothes and scowled.

''Where the fuck did you find this house, Y/N?''

You smiled sheepishly and rose from the cushion. ‘’Google?’’

He sighed in disapproval. ''Whatever. Hurry up, I don't want us to take long.''

You nodded and followed him. It seemed that you had fallen to an underground passage of sorts. The walls were rocky and cold, a rocky wall behind you blocked passage south and there was an empty trail ahead of you. Torches were on the walls, but they weren't enough to light the entire way. Farther than ten feet away, it was dark. You weren't sure if the path continued or not.

''C'mon,'' Bakugou began speed walking away and you had to jog to catch up with him.

‘’Hey!’’ You protested. ‘’Slow down!’’ With a grunt, he reluctantly slowed down. Just as Bakugou and you reached the end of the trail lighted by torches, he walked towards the wall and plucked one off the wall.

He gripped your hand and surged forward. You followed after, feeling your face erupt with warmth at his bold actions. On the other hand, he didn’t even flinch, and you wondered what the hell was he thinking.

It seemed that the trail continued forward. The torch lit the way, and it seemed that the path narrowed the farther you walked. There was an uncomfortable and questionable silence between the two of you, mainly because of your hand-holding. Katsuki was one of your closest friends, and although he had been your crush for months, there hadn’t been any noticeable changes or romantic insinuations.

After a while, he cleared his throat. ‘’It’s so… we don’t get lost. I don’t want to have to find your dumbass if you get lost.’’ He grumbled.

You smiled. ‘’Okay, Bakugou.’’

Every once in awhile, you’d hear a scream or a roar that did not sound human. You’d flinch and cling onto Bakugou, but nothing ever happened.

It felt like hours passed by until you reached the end of the path. Or at least, what seemed to be the exit. The trail had been narrowing until the two of you could barely fit, shoulders, and hips brushing against each other constantly. It was safe to say your face was hotter than a teapot.

‘’I don’t think we’ll need this anymore,’’ Katsuki released the torch and placed it on one of the wall’s torch handles.

There was a white, wooden door ahead.

‘’Do you think this is the exit?’’ You murmured. Bakugou shrugged. He pushed you behind him, and slowly opened the doorknob, kicking it open once it clicked.

‘’Who’s there?’’ He snapped and placed one foot inside, moving the torch and attempting to observe his surroundings. You trailed behind him, hand still in his.

After hearing and seeing nothing, the blonde grumbled. He pulled you forward and the two of you stepped into the room. This time, it looked similar to the design of the house’s first room.

There were two old and ripped couches, a TV that was turned on, emitting static and disturbing noises. The lightbulb flickered. At the farthest and opposite wall of the room, there was another door.

The two of you slowly stepped forward, glancing from side to side. As you passed by the first couch, something wrapped around your ankle and you screamed. Just as fast as it seized you, it slithered away. Bakugou whupped around, and the two of you raced towards the door. Just as your hand wrapped around the doorknob, you heard a gut-wrenching scream behind you.

‘’Shit!” Both of you shouted in surprise.

A low groan echoed in the room, and Bakugou gripped your arm and swung the door open. The banshee was gone, and the two of you raced inside. As soon as you were inside, you realized too late that it was a tight hallway. Quickly, the two of you raced forward, and you yelped when you felt hands, hundreds of them, grab desperately at your clothes. None of them pulled you back, but it was enough to make you scream in terror.

Bakugou tightened his grip on your hand and before you knew it, you saw light ahead of you. The two of you raced forward, only to freeze when you saw a body hanging from the ceiling. It resembled a young boy, with his eyes gouged out, his stomach ripped open. You hoped the guts that spilled from his body were fake. Dried blood stained the floor. With trembling legs, you followed Bakugou, who was leading the way, even though you noticed he was frightened as well.

Besides the dummy, there was nothing else in the room. Instead of a door, there was a wide hole, and you could see a rope from the other side. The exit.

‘’Is-is it fake?’’ You couldn’t help the tremble in your voice.

‘’Yeah, it is.’’ But even Bakugou sounded uncertain of himself.

Slowly, the two of you stepped forward, walking around the body. As you were halfway towards the exit, a roar echoed and the floor ripped open in the middle. A monster crawled out of the floor, and Bakugou and you raced towards the exit. He pushed you out first, and you wildly grabbed the rope, even as it scratched at your hands as you slid downwards.

Bakugou followed suit and the two of you landed on soft grass, panting heavily. You had escaped in time. It seemed that you had finally reached the exit of the spooky house. There was a tall, towering forest surrounding you. Trees swayed and crickets chirped. The sky was already dark, and you could see the moon slowly setting in the sky.

Slowly, the two of you rose from the grass.

‘’Oh god…’’ you mumbled. ‘’I’m never going to a scare house again.’’ As you regained your breath and muttered about how frightening it was, you noticed that Bakugou was eerily silent. His back was turned to you.

''Y/N...'' Bakugou's voice was oddly strained. You frowned and glanced at him. He slowly turned around. Veins were popping on his forehead, and he was digging his nails into his palm. Why was he acting so strange?

''What time is it?''

With a frown, you fished out your phone from the cloak and turned it on. The screen read 10 PM.

''Um...'' you froze. Nine o'clock at most. You hear me? Bakugou's previous words echoed in your head. Oh god, he was upset that it'd taken too long and would never hang out with you again-

''Y/N!'' He barked. You staggered backward as Bakugou dropped on the floor, curling into a fetal position with a low groan. The more he groaned, the less he sounded like himself, and sounded more... inhumane. His pained groans shifted between growls and whines.

''Go away. Go home, Y/N. Get the fuck away from me.'' The blonde managed to rise on his feet for a few seconds and spat out the words, before tumbling to the ground again.

''What?'' Disobeying his wishes, you stepped closer to him. ‘’No. You're clearly not feeling well. C'mon, grab onto my shoulder, and I'll take you to the nearest hospital.''

''NO!'' He flinched when you grabbed him and stepped away.

You frowned, feeling your heart sting at his actions. ''What is going on with you Bakugou? Stop being so prideful for a second, and let me help you!''

He opened his mouth to respond, and with a gasp, you noticed there was something wrong.

He had fangs.

Not the type that you were wearing, transparent and cheap-looking, fake fangs. No, the fangs that sprouted on both his canines were sharp, large, and gleamed dangerously. Your heart stopped for a second.

''Ba...ku....gou...'' With wobbly knees, you took a step backward. His eyes gleamed with frustration and panic, and just as he reached out for you, a sharp howl pierced the wind.

Both of you glanced at the sky, and you felt your hands tremble as the full moon stared back at you.

‘’No.’’ Bakugou whispered. He stared at his hands in disbelief, before falling to his knees. He groaned loudly, gripping at his head.

‘’Are you feeling okay? Let me help you-,’’ He pushed your hand away and growled.

‘’Go home, Y/N! Get the fuck away from me. You’re in danger. GO!’’

You were startled to hear bones cracking and popping from Bakugou. What was going on? Was he hurt? Why did he want you to go?

‘’Wha-,’’ Before you could complete your sentence, you watched in horror as your friend rose and became a beast. His spine grew, his arms and legs were covered in fur as claws sprout from his nails. Bakugou’s jaw elongated, the fangs you had previously seen only grew longer and his eyes became a near pitch-black, void of any human soul.

You fell on the ground from the shock, feeling your heart stutter in fear and knees tremble.

''What- what are you?''

The beast you called your friend growled in response.

A werewolf. Your friend, Bakugou Katsuki, was a werewolf. And the fact couldn't terrify you any more than it already did.

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So long, Farwell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good-Bod

AN UPDATE: Wow, I posted this right as the events of the attempted coup unfolded. I’m going to leave this up in case anyone needs a distraction from the news but to all my folks in DC, all my POC friends and followers, anyone who is scared right now, I love you. Stay safe. I’m not so great myself but I’m here to offer support. Much love to you all.

AN: Happy New year everyone! I hope you are all well and staying safe. It is so wild to me that you are enjoying my posts and stories. You make my heart feel so full. So, some fluff for you all. I have not forgotten about requests! Promise they will be out soon.

Summary: Bakugou’s new shirt leaves you with a slip of the tongue, and a slip of your feelings for him. Bakugou x POC Reader (Because that’s the one thing imma take with me from 2020 into 2021, ya dig?)

You and Bakugou were close. And close, in terms of being around Bakugou, mean’t that you two could coexist in the same space and only get half of the boy’s insults thrown your way. And hey, when you look at how the explosion hero in training treats people he really cant stand, let’s just say you’ve’e got it made.

Your position on Bakugou’s ‘can stand to be around list’ was not an easy feat. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was getting on Bakugou’s good side (It’s not like Bakugou has any bad sides, the boy’s a 10, even on his worst foul mouthed days). That thought being why you valued your position and kept your true feelings hidden.

You were an unofficial official member of the ‘Baku-squad’ and while you were still in your test run, as Kaminari put it, you pretty much solidified your place in the group. Mina was delighted,

“Finally, some extra goddess energy in the group! Skin care study parties!”

It was nice, you had to admit. Mina and the others were so welcoming, despite you still hailing from Class 1-C and the general studies body of students. Even in a world full of unique humans with extra unique quirks, being one of the few Black students made things a little difficult. When you were with Bakugou and the others, you never got asked about your box braids, or felt that everyone was staring at your skin or your peach (though Sero, Mina, and Kaminari do swipe glances every now and then) and there was never the obnoxious comment. It was so nice.

On top of being an exclusive member to Bakugou’s fan/support/keep him from losing his shit on everyone else club, you got to have alone time with Bakugou. Well, not entirely alone time that was planned, but you were always an early riser and you found Bakugou walking to the training gym while you were on your runs, or you two would be sitting next to each other when the group was studying. Sometimes you say “Hey.” And, sometimes he responds with a nod.

One time you even sat down together for lunch....granted the rest of the group was still getting food but there you two were, sitting there on a date that lasted 43 seconds until Kirishima slammed his plate down and throwing an arm over the blond boy.

“Hey great job in training today man! Y/N you shoulda seen it, Bakugou hit me with a Howitzer and I didn’t even flinch.”

“You moron, you slid back ten feet!”

The redhead let out a sly smile, closing his eyes in apparent victory, “But I didn’t flinch.”

Then it turned into a whole debate on, if you are forcibly moved do you flinch? It was fun to see them go back and fourth.

From your position you can see Bakguou going through his own metamorphosis. From your first meeting to current, he’s grown less abrasive, a bit more patient, and kind, in his own way. His own way being telling you “You’re late.” when you rushed into the gym for your miming run after sleeping in. Or kicking out a chair when you walked to cafeteria table with your hands full. Your heart would race in those moments, but you kept it pretty cool and aloof, muttering a ‘thanks’ or a witty remark.

All of this to say, you knew your friendship, dare you say it, with Bakugou took time, and if you had wanted things to move forward, it would take even more time. But you were happy with the closeness, albeit far away, you had.

One morning, after you had finished your run you walked into the gym to grab a water and quick stretch. Bakugou was there, per usual. However his body was wrapped in a rather tight compression shirt. You knew he was doing some type of training to keeping his heat regulated, but this was a rather...showy way of doing so. You could see every grove, every muscle, abs and pecs.

The pecs!

The pecs.

The.

Pecs.

The freckles that adorned your face and lips were practically wiggling. Wow, he was absolutely beautiful.

You couldn’t stop staring. And Bakugou noticed.

“Oi! Gotta problem L/N?”

Bless your golden brown skin that covered your body, hiding the fact that you were both enamored and embarrassed.

Bakugou took a step forward, “Well?”

“Huh? Uh, nothing! Shouldn’t you be focused on your training? I...didn’t know you could get so easily distracted by me.” Perfect, non suspecting response.

Bakuoug blinked, "I don’t get distracted.”

You shifted nervously in your running shoes, thinking of a way to change or finish the conversation, “Okay... well I gotta go. Good Bod Bakugou.”

Good...Bod. BOD?! Shit. He definitely heard it and the tips of his ears glowing a bright red was indication that it was heard loud and clear.

Your usually quick mind malfunctioned, racing to find a way to recover from your slip of the tongue. “I Uh...I mean...I’m just...” You decided to bolt out of the gym before making a deeper fool of yourself. Bakugou watched you leave before swiftly turning back to his workout; the redness from his ears spreading to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

AN: Imma leave it here. Let me know if you want a part two or a grilled cheese. Stay safe everyone!

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a-crimson-lion · 4 years

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My Thoughts On Chapter 257 and Why I Think The Bakudeku Dynamic Is Still Fundamentally Broken

[Spoilers and Bakugo-Bashing ahead. Long post. Avoid if you don't want to see.]

Look, I can kind of see why people enjoy the idea of Izuku and Katsuki making up and being friends again after all the crap Katsuki did. Honestly, if Horikoshi had set it up right, I might have been rooting for them, too. Of course, I don't root for it, because I don't see much improvement in the dynamic, especially on Katsuki's part.

Before I get started, remember: if you like the dynamic between Izuku and Bakugo, that's fine. This post probably isn't for you, and that's fine, too. I'm not writing this post to attack anyone personally, but if you feel offended, feel free to ignore this post and go about your day. I'd like it if we could be respectful of one another's opinions. Sound good? Good.

Now, let's begin...

So the big thing in this chapter (257 chapters, dear God...) is that we're finally learning a bit more about the OFA Holders. For starters, we now know the Black Whip user's name: Banjo Daigoro (heads up, the "Go (五)" in Daigoro means "Five," continuing the trend of OFA Holders having their wielder number in their names). We've also learned that Nana's Quirk was "Float" or "Levitation," which makes a lot of sense.

(I mean, Flight is one of the most iconic superpowers besides super strength, and since Nana is Izuku's metaphorical grandmother, it's incredible for her to be using such a by the book super power. Plus, it only compliments her friendship with Gran Torino, another hero with a flight Quirk.)

I'm rambling at this point. As intriguing as the Quirks of the previous holders is, my attention (as well as other readers' attention) was pulled towards Katsuki. Most say that the relationship between Katsuki and Izuku was adorable in this chapter. Others say Katsuki was a gremlin, but they still love him for it.

Well, pardon my pessimism, but if I'm using the phrase right, it looks like I'm gonna be playing devil's advocate.

[Keep in mind, the official translations haven't dropped yet, so this might screw up my analysis a bit.]

There's another meeting about OFA between Izuku, Toshinori, and of course Katsuki. Toshinori talks a bit about how he couldn't find everything for the previous holders, and what does Katsuki say?

If you don't know it then just leave it at that, I'm waisting my precious time on you guys.

There are a handful of other rude/passive-aggressive ways Katsuki could have phrased that. He could have made it sound like "That's nice and all, but could we skip to the important stuff?" But no, even though this information is crucial to Izuku, even though Katsuki has every right to just stay out of the room since the conversation won't benefit him, he says they're wasting his "precious time." Once again, Katsuki is being self-centered, but that isn't anything new.

A little later, Katsuki is taking a loom at the notebook, and he remarks that all the Quirks Izuku got must have been lame. Katsuki is immediately writing the Quirks off just because they aren't upfront with their badassery. Izuku appreciates all Quirks because he wasn't born with one, but Katsuki only appreciates strong Quirks because that's what society and his own self image have taught him up to this point.

Think of it this way: A man with diamonds can't understand why a man is happy with silver, but a man with nothing understands the value of both.

Katsuki's Quirk is admittedly versatile and efficient, and I can respect the work he put into it. However, immediately dissing less flashy Quirk's might be his downfall. Characters like Sir Nighteye don't have "powerful" Quirks, but are still capable adversaries thanks to how they use them in tandem with their other abilities. Foresight might not be a powerful Quirk in a fight, but Nighteye's own strategy, deceivingly ripped physique, and his high-density stamps help round him out as a capable opponent. We've seen Izuku utilize Black Whip in ways which can be definitely declared badass. Even Nana's Quirk can be used in incredible ways, especially considering Izuku's strategy and relentnesses.

Speaking of Nana's Quirk, here comes the part I hate the most...

Lots of readers talk about how Katsuki and Izuku's dynamic has grown a lot since their middle school days. That's not to say the statement isn't true, because there has been some growth, but I feel like most of it is exaggerated. Katsuki and Izuku haven't had an introspection (or at least a meaningful one) on themselves where they've come to grips with their faults and have vowed to change for the better. Izuku doesn't stop to think that maybe Katsuki shouldn't have treated him the way he did since they were kids, because Izuku's more concerned about heroism, mastering OFA, and (ugh) proving to Katsuki that he'll surpass him, being his image of victory. Katsuki hasn't really thought about his actions aside from that one time after the Provisional License Exams that ultimately amounted to nothing. It's been said time and time again by several in the fandom that Katsuki hasn't really changed, and for as much growth (or lack thereof) as he's had throughout the entire course of the series, the statement is not without merit. Case and point: the very first thing Katsuki spits out to Izuku when All Might reveals Nana's Quirk?

I WON!

He's more concerned about his own image and pride then about Izuku's progress. He's already got flight down, so instead of leaving it at that or (highly unlikely) offering to help Izuku figure out the whole flight thing, he decides it's a great thing that Izuku will waste his time learning something Katsuki already knows so Katsuki can make sure he can beat Izuku yet again. He's not adding anything to the conversation, and while Izuku isn't personally bothered, Katsuki's next words are not okay, even if they're relatively tame.

Before you tell me that Katsuki is just trying to encourage Izuku or something like that along those lines, let's take a look at their proceeding dialogue:

T-that's not true! I'll just master it and catch up to you!!

You're just going to panic again! Explode and go to Hell!

Buy I managed to get the gist of Blackwhip, so...

DIE!!

No hesitation...!

...Katsuki is not being encouraging in any way, shape, or form. He's being discouraging; in spite of Izuku's protest, Katsuki insists that Izuku is going to crash and burn once more. Never mind that Izuku isn't bothered by it, what Katsuki is saying is not okay. No one can be the best but him, so no one can improve... including Izuku. Forget about Izuku's previous feats, forget the fact that he learned to use the base Quirk without damaging himself AND a second Quirk in less than a year. As long as Katsuki can pull ahead, stupid Deku won't be able to catch up and he'll prove that he'll forever be the best.

...can you feel my frustration with this character?

And then there are the panels where Izuku looks like he reading the journal, and Katsuki is making a gremlin face while make the "kill" gesture across his neck, and All Might's looking at it like it's something precious. Other people called this scene adorable, but for me, it only proves that Katsuki hasn't changed and WHY he hasn't changed. He still treats Izuku as someone lesser instead of as an equal; he might not be Quirkless anymore, but for Katsuki, Izuku just another extra to surpass. And then Izuku tries to be civil with Katsuki, but... the boy really does not care about him. And then people like All Might don't know the full depth of their relationship and consider this a massive improvement, and see no reason to confront Katsuki or Izuku about their issues.

Seriously, the narrative is so contrived in Katsuki's favor, I'm losing hope that Horikoshi will ever try to fix it properly.

And before you give me Izuku's whole spiel about:

I never thought the day would come where I could speak so naturally with Kacchan.

NARRATORS! CAN! BE! BIASED!!!

Just because Izuku is the protagonist and overall honest does not mean his views/relationship with Katsuki are ultimately well. I'm not saying he's an unreliable narrator, since he hasn't really gone to Delusion City as he's told us the story, but it's very clear that he doesn't give Katsuki's actions too much thought. Him suddenly being able to talk casually with Katsuki is not a major feat: EVERYONE ELSE can casually talk to Katsuki just as well even if his personality is, quoting Denki, "flaming crap mixed with sewage." At this point, I'm just tuning out all the times the narrative tries to claim that Izuku is completely mentally sound, or that Katsuki has made significant progress.

You can keep shouting it from every roof top you want to, but unless you're showing CONSISTENCY, you're not showing substance.

So, TL;DR This chapter continues to push the Bakudeku rival dynamic while instead showing how Katsuki has ultimately barely changed and is continually enabled by other characters and the narrative to continue his behavior because virtually everyone around him has an abnormally high tolerance for his bulls***.

That's all I can write right now. Thank you for reading.

-Crimson Lion (18 January 2020)

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your-denki-kun · 3 years

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New Friends

A/N: There are no ships in this story. I don’t have hate for 1-A, but I just thought of this and had to post it. No hate to mitsuki either. This writing sucks by the way. Requests are welcome. Send me a message and you can request stuff.

What: Mentioning of abuse, angst, fluff, mentioning of selfharm, starvation, bad habbits, depressing thoughts, bullying.

Word count: 3.4K+

~3rd person pov.~

Once it was out it was out. Somehow people found out that Katsuki Bakugou got abused at house. He was often left alone, beaten and yelled at. Everyone fellt sorry for him and supported him. Izuku only fellt guilt however. Bakugou had told him during middle school, but Izuku hadn't believed him.

''I'm sorry I didn't believe you back then, Kacchan.'' Izuku says with sad eyes as he looks up at his childhood friend.

''Fuck off.'' Is all Bakugou barks before walking off.

''You didn't believe him?'' Todoroki asks shocked.

''Todoroki-kun!'' Izuku yelps.

''...'' Todoroki stares at him, waiting for an answer.

''I didn't. Auntie is always so nice to me, so I thought he was over reacting and lying.'' Izuku explains with a guilty face.

''So you don't believe me either when I tell you I'm being abused?'' Todoroki asks in disbelieve.

''Of course I believe you, Todoroki-kun!''

''So you don't believe your childhood friend, but you do believe me?''

''It's not like that.....''

Todoroki just walks off and heads to the canteen. Izuku looks at his back with teary eyes. From that point on it took a dark turn for Izuku. Todoroki told Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu and Tokoyami. Uraraka told the girls and Ashido told the Baku-squad and Hagakure told her friends. Within two days the whole class knew what he had done.

No one talks to him anymore and they just glare at him. Izuku feels like he's back in middle school. People purposefully bump into him, say harsh words, hit him, etc. This caused Izuku to go silent. He sits on the roof during lunch, not eating while up their. He always looks down and he picked up on a few old habits.

Two of them being very destructive towards himself. He started starving himself and cutting again. It's something he did during middle school, but after All Might started training him he stopped. Seems some habits are hard to break. How a simple fight between Monoma and Cakugou can ruin everything.

The reason it came out was because Monoma and Bakugou got into a fight and Mitsuki was called to school, same for the parents off Monoma. When Mitsuki was done talking to Nezu she and Bakugou talked in the hallway. Mitsuki had called him names and even hit him a few times while Bakugou took it all.

His friends saw and stopped her. What had happened spread fast and now Izuku's life is ruined. He's glad that Bakugou is getting better, that people are helping him and that he's becoming his old self again from when they were kids. Izuku is breaking however and no one notices. Everyone turns their backs to him and he knows he deserves it.

That's the worst. He knows he deserves everything done to him, unlike in middle school. The only thing stopping him from ending it in middle school was because he knew that he didn't deserve the things done to him. Now he doesn't know that however and it's very destructive for him. He can't remember the last time he had a decent meal and it's starting to show.

''Hey, Midoriya. Is it okay if I sit down beside you?'' Kendo asks as she walks over to him. Izuku simply nods as he continues looking at the sky with empty eyes. ''I've been noticing how you go here every break and how you’ve been getting thinner. Did something happen?''

''It's nothing.'' Izuku whispers.

''Are you sure? Look, I don't want to pry and I know you're not part of my class, but you're still a student. Your class has been avoiding you like the plague and I don't know why, but I'm sure you have a reasonable explanation as to why you did what you did. If you ever want to talk to someone you can come to me.'' Kendo states with a kind smile.

''They hate me.'' Izuku whispers shakily.

''Why?''

''Kacchan is getting abused at home. He told me a long time ago, but I refused to believe him because auntie is always so nice to me and I was young.'' Izuku explains as his eyes tear up.

''I see. It wasn't good, but I understand. When you're young you don't understand a lot of things.'' Kendo hums.

''I did understand. I...I just thought that was how it's supposed to be at home. I believed that until everyone started treating Kacchan differently because of what auntie does.'' Izuku whispers as he looks at kendo with teary eyes.

''What do you mean?''

''Dad is never nice, neither is mom. I didn't want to believe Kacchan because auntie was the only one who was always nice to me and I refused to loose her. I was selfish and Kacchan suffered because of it.'' Tears stream down his face as his body trembles.

''So you're getting abused as well?'' Kendo asks in a soft, caring voice.

''Yes. Dad beats me because I'm gay and I am a late bloomer. Mom never stops him and even helps him. I never told a soul because in middle school it also happened all the time at school. I thought it was normal so I told no one. That's why I didn't tell a teacher what Kacchan told me, because I thought it was normal.'' Izuku sobs as he tries wiping his eyes.

''I'm sorry. I know it won't fix anything, but I'm so sorry you had to go through that. If you want you can sit with me and Tetsutetsu. I hope you don't mind that Monoma is also there from time to time. I'll be your friend and I won't leave you behind like your previous friends did. And I’m sure Tetsutetsu and Monoma feel the same way.''

''I can?'' Izuku whispers through his tears.

''Yes.'' kendo smiles reassuringly.

''I would like that.'' Izuku says with a faint smile.

''Great. From now on you're sitting with us at lunch and if you want to you can come to our dorms to hang out with us.''

''Thank you.''

''You're welcome. Good heroes always listen to both sides of the story.''

''They do.''

After that kendo stayed with him as they sat in silence. When the bell rang they went to their own classes and continued with their day. After school Izuku goes to his room and makes homework. The next day he feels a bit better when going to school, but as soon as he enters class his somewhat good mood gets destroyed.

''Oh look. The bitch is here.'' Kirishima scoffs.

Izuku just stays silent as he walks to his desk and places his books over the hateful words written on his desk. People keep whispering about him until Aizawa comes. He doesn't know about the things said or done to Izuku, because everyone hides it from him. As the lunch bell rings Izuku packs his things and heads to the canteen and sits down with Kendo, Tetsutetsu and Monoma.

''Hello, Midoriya.'' Kendo and Tetsutetsu greet.

''Hey guys. Thanks again for letting me join.'' Izuku smiles faintly as he sits down.

''No problem. That 2-A scum is really unheroic and this just proves it.'' Monoma scoffs.

''In a way you are true for once, Monoma.'' Tetsutetsu grins.

''Why don't you have any food, Midoriya?'' Kendo asks, raising one eyebrow.

''Ah, I'm not hungry.''

''Have you been eating well? You look skinnier than the last time I saw you?'' Tetsutetsu asks worried.

''Uhm...Yeah...''

''Midoriya.'' Kendo warns.

''No. I'm not hungry. I can't get much food down my throat before throwing it up. Sorry.''

''It's fine, Midoriya. Just try to eat a few bites of my food okay?'' Kendo reassures.

Izuku just nods and accepts the little bit of food Kendo gives him. It takes him a lot of effort to finish it. Kendo, Tetsutetsu and Monoma don't say a word about it and just talk with him about random things. Izuku really appreciates it a lot. After lunch he goes back to class and goes back to his silent, depressed self.

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Weeks go by and slowly Izuku is able to eat more and more. The cutting continues however and his new friends haven't found out yet. Monoma warmed up to Izuku, making them great friends and he will stand up for Izuku when he sees he's getting bullied. Right now Izuku is hanging out with Tetsutetsu. Both are in Tetsutetsu's room and just talking.

''Say, Midobro?''

''Yes, Tetsu?''

''How come the teachers don't do a thing?''

''Well, my classmates act somewhat normal while they're close.''

''Why don't you tell the teachers?''

''Because I get why they're acting like this. I did abandon Kacchan when he tried reaching out to me for help. I know deep down that I deserve what they are doing to me.'' Izuku whispers as he looks down at his lap.

''You don't. You had your reasons that explain why you reacted the way you did. The way they're treating you is not okay. Far from.''

''I know, but it's hard for me to believe I guess. For all my life people have been beating me down to the ground, for me all this is nothing. I'm dealing with it in my own way.''

''How are you dealing with it?''

''I just am.'' Izuku mumbles.

''No one just deals with it, Midobro. How are you dealing with it? Starving yourself?''

''Also.''

''What else?'' Tetsutetsu asks worried.

''I cut okay?! It helps me deal with the pain! Happy now?!'' Izuku exclaims with eyes filled to the brim with tears.

''No. I'm not happy, Midorbro. That's not good. You shouldn't do that.'' He whispers in shock.

''I know. And I stopped before going to UA and it has been going great. This shit isn't helping however and I need to deal with it. This is the only way I know. I'm not strong like others, I'm not.'' Izuku whispers as a few tears fall.

''You're not weak. If you were weak you wouldn't be here. So what if you have a bigger heart than most of the people here? That's a good thing. That means you are willing to help who ever you can. Don't let others get you down like this. You have me, Kendo and Monoma now.'' Tetsutetsu says as he moves over to Izuku and hugs him tight.

''I...Thank you. I'm sorry. I'll try to stop. I promise.'' Izuku sobs into his shoulder.

''Promise me that when you feel like cutting you'll come to me. I don't care how late or early it is, if I'm busy or sleeping. You can come to me. And if you can't sneak out then call. Can you promise me that?'' Tetsutetsu asks as he rubs the greenetes back.

''Promise.''

Tetsutetsu smiles as he keeps comforting the green bean in his lap. It's strang yet not for the both of them. They barely hug seeing they haven't been friends that long and Tetsutetsu isn't really the affectionate type, but it feels right to hug one another. Once Izuku calms down he just cuddles up to him and relaxes completely.

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''Midoriya, can I talk to you?'' Aizawa asks after the school day ends.

''Of course.'' Izuku replies as he follows after his teacher.

He gets nervous when they start heading to the principle's office. He knows something is wrong when he sees Present Mic, All Might, Nezu, Midnight, Vladking and Ectoplasm there. He looks at Aizawa with big eyes, but the tired teacher just walks over to the other teachers and leans against the wall as he looks at the ground.

''Please sit down.'' Nezu says as he motions at the empty chair in front of his desk.

Izuku nods and sits down on the seat. He glances from teacher to teacher as he fidgets with his fingers. This is bad, very bad.

''I've been informed you knew that Bakugou was being abused, but didn't do anything. Is this correct?'' Nezu asks.

''Yes.'' Izuku whispers, causing multiple teachers to gasp in shock.

''I see. That's a bad thing to do. You knew about his situation at home and didn't do a thing. I was informed you didn't believe him. Is this correct?'' Nezu continues, face neutral as he folds his paws and leans them on his desk.

''Yes.'' Izuku whispers as he looks down at his lap with teary eyes.

''Well, if that's the case there is nothing left for me to do but to suspend you for two weeks.''

''Yes sir.''

''You can leave.''

Izuku nods and gets up, head bowed as he silently leaves the room. As soon as he closes the door behind him he runs down the halls and stairs until he's outside of the school building. He runs to the 2-B dorms as tears stream down his face. As soon as he reaches the dorm he slams open the door, startling everyone.

''Midoriya?'' Monoma asks confused.

''They suspended me.'' Izuku sobs as he falls to the ground.

''What?!'' Everyone in the common room exclaims.

Over the weeks Izuku has been friends with Monoma, Kendo and Tetsutetsu he also got to know the rest of 2-B and got on friendly terms with them. They all know the full story and why he did what he did, giving him twenty people who support him. Monoma, Kendo and Tetsutetsu rush over to him worried.

''Why?'' Kendo asks.

''Someone told Nezu that I knew and didn't believe him.''

''And they didn't even ask why you did what you did?'' Tetsutetsu asks as he holds Izuku close, a habit the two created after that one day.

''No.''

''We're going over there right now and we're explaining everything.'' Monoma states, getting up.

''Don't. There's no use. If they want to believe I would do something like that than let them. I'm so done with everything.'' Izuku sobs as he weakly grabs onto Monoma's pants.

''Midoriya.....We have to tell a teacher about what's going on.'' Kendo whispers.

''They won't believe me.''

''Why wouldn't they?'' Tetsutetsu asks softly, rubbing his back gently.

''I've told teachers before, but they just laughed, told me I deserve it and walked off. There is no use in telling them.''

''Our teachers are different. At least tell one teacher. One you trust.'' Kendo reasons as Monoma sits back down on the ground.

''Aizawa.'' Izuku whispers weakly, slowly calming down as he listens to Tetsutetsu's hartbeat.

''Okay. We'll come along to explain everything along with you.'' Monoma says as he gets back up.

Izuku nods as they all get up. Tetsutetsu guides him out of the dorms and back to the school building. Kendo and Monoma walk beside them as they try to cheer up Izuku. It works slightly and by the time they reach the classroom Izuku is smiling faintly as he walks on his own again. Kendo knocks on the door and they wait for a reply.

''Come in.''

And they do just that. The four of them walk inside and Aizawa frowns. Clearly the teacher aren't aware of Izuku being friends with people from 2-B. Aizawa just stares at them as they stand in front of him and the student desks. Izuku looks down at the ground as his friends look at him with encouraging looks.

''What's the meaning of this?'' Aizawa asks with a sigh.

''We find Midoriya's suspension wrongful.'' Kendo states.

''He kept important information from the school. He didn't believe a student when they confided in him.'' Aizawa states.

''I thought it was normal.'' Izuku whispers.

''What? You need to speak up.''

''I thought that it was normal. I thought it was normal until I saw how everyone reacted when someone saw auntie abusing Kacchan and told everyone.'' Izuku says, looking Aizawa in the eyes, his own teary.

''Abuse is not normal.''

''I know that now.'' Izuku whispers as he looks at his friends.

''That doesn't give you an excuse to do what you did.'' Aizawa deadpans as he sits down at his desk and pulls out some papers.

''Auntie was always so nice to me. I selfishly refused to believe Kacchan because I didn't want the last nice person to not be nice. I was so young when he told me. We were about seven. Kendo told me I probably just didn't know what abuse was, but I did. I do. Ii know what it is and what it does to a person.'' Iuku says as he leans against Tetsutetsu.

''My dad is far from nice and my mom doesn't do a thing, even joins. My past classmates from previous schools bullied me, beat me up, told me to attempt suicide, drove me to self-harm and starve myself. I was completely convinced that abuse is a part of life. I didn't tell a teacher because the teachers told me that I deserve it while laughing before walking off.'' Izuku softly sobs.

''Wha-''

''And I didn't tell any of the teachers about the bullying that's happening right now, about the words written on my desk, about the beatings, about anything because I know that I deserve all this. I was a bad friend towards Kacchan even though he trusted me with important information. I.......'' Izuku's voice dies down as he falls to the ground, unable to speak another word through his sobs.

''Why didn't you tell any of us while at Nezu's office?'' Aizawa asks as he looks at Izuku shocked.

''Because past teachers were never there for him like he just explained. When we first suggested going here after he was told he got suspended he told us not to go here, that if you guys believe he would do something like this to let you. That he's done with it. He's starving himself and he was cutting until Tetsutetsu convinced him to stop.'' Kendo explains as Tetsutetsu hugs Izuku once again.

''I see.....I'll inform Nezu about what you told me. Wait here.'' Aizawa says as he gets up and walks off.

Kendo nods as she turns around and crouches down. Monoma and her sit beside Izuku on the ground as Tetsutetsu calms him down. They sit there for a good thirty minutes before Aizawa walks back in. Izuku has calmed down by now and looks at his teacher with a broken look, eyes dull and sad.

''Your suspension has been withdrawn. You have tomorrow off to emotionally recover. While you're at the dorms I'll have a talk with the class. We want you to send us prove of the abuse so we can start a lawsuit against your parents. Kendo, Monoma and Tetsutetsu are allowed to stay with you tomorrow and enter the 2-A dorm building whenever they please without being stopped.''

''Thank you.'' Izuku whispers.

''My pleasure, now go back to the dorms.'' Aizawa says with the ghost of a smile on his face.

The four friends get up and walk out of the building. Izuku smiles as he walks with his friends. He's relieved he told a teacher, it feels good and relieving to do so. His friends are just glad action will be taken. They all walk to the 2-B dorms and tell everyone there, who now know what happend because the ones who were in the common room told to the others, what had happened.

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Izuku is nervous as he stands in front of the classroom. He stares at it for a bit before walking in. He looks down at the ground as he walks over to his desk and sits down. He frowns slightly when he doesn't see any words written onto his desk, it deepens when he notices how quiet the classroom is.

''Deku-kun....I'm sorry for how I treated you.'' Uraraka says softly as she stands beside his desk.

Izuku looks up at him with wide eyes as the rest of the class also apologizes as they go to stand around his desk. All Izuku can do is stare at the with wide eyes as he's frozen in place. His mouth hangs open as he tries saying something but fails miserably. Slowly he recovers and he shakes his head before looking from classmate to classmate.

''Why are you guys saying sorry?'' Izuku asks as he tilts his head to the side.

''We treated you horribly without asking you why you did it.'' Ojiro explains.

''But what I did was bad. Kacchan trusted me with important information and I selfishly brushed him off. As a hero others come before myself. So there is no need to apologize for something you had all the right to do.'' Izuku says with a smile.

''Midobro....That's so manly and sad at the same time.'' Kirishima whispers with teary eyes as he holds his fist over his heart and looks up at the ceiling.

''It's not manly or sad it's the truth.''

''It fucking ain't, Shitty Nerd. Just accept their fucking apologies and get this shit over with.'' Bakugou grumbles as he walks over to his seat and somehow manages to sit down.

''Well, apologies accepted then.''

#bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha #class 1-a #class 1-b #Izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #izuku #midoriya #aizawa #all might #vladking #ectoplasm #nezu #midnight #present mic #angst #cringe

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narnie3313 · 4 years

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REVENGE

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: Language, Anger, Cheating, Illegal Activity, Peeing?

Setting: You’re in class 1A and have been dating a guy from your childhood for a few months (Kendi) who goes to a different school so picks you up for dates from the dorms. Everything else is explained in the fic. Enjoy =^.^=

(This was written while listening to Bust Your Windows by Jazmine Sullivan which obviously heavily inspired this)

Pairing = Kirishima x reader x Bakugou

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“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You look up from your arms crossed over your face and hugging your knees at your dorm room door to see Kirishima running over to your side. You watch as his face turns to pure panic as he takes in your puffy, bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Come on talk to me.”

“I-I…….I…..” is all you manage to get out before your dropping your head into his chest as the uncontrolled sobbing returns. He holds you for a while, feeling your breathing hitch and studder with every sob that you try so hard to stop. It’s only when you look up at him and see the sadness in his face that you realize seeing you like this is upsetting him too.

“I-I’m sorry.” You say as you sit up hugging your knees again and wiping your face on the sleeve of the baggy, oversized hoodie you have on. “I didn’t mean for anyone to hear or to upset you.”

“I don’t care about that, just….what happened? I’ve never seen you like this.” His hand is rubbing up and down your back trying to sooth you.

Taking a deep breath, you look at him through your wet lashes and force a very obviously fake smile at him, “You know today is date night, yeah?” You watch as he nods and you can see he is really just giving you every ounce of attention he has. “Well, I didn’t hear from Kendi,” He watches as your face ever so slightly cringes at the name of your boyfriend, “Which was weird, so I decided to catch the train over to his dorm instead because maybe he was busy. So I thought I’d just hang out in his dorm like I’ve done before and wait for him to get back or till I heard from him….”

Kirishima notices as your breath starts to hitch and your chest starts stuttering again and he already knows where this is going. He can already feel the anger burning up inside him. “I got to the d-dorms and walked up to his door and heard him talking, s-so I figured he was on the phone or whatever. I w-walked in…..” You paused as a handful of tears pushed past your jet black lashes and you watched Kirishimas face turn from sad to anger. “A-and, a-all I saw, w-was him on the edge of h-his bed, with a girl between h-his legs sucking h-him off.” You feel your chest tighten as you recall the image which would haunt you in your nightmares for months.

“That bastard.” Kirishima is suddenly off the bed and stomping towards the door but he can’t get to it before you’re throwing yourself off the bed and grabbing his wrist with both of your hands. “P-please, Eiji. Please don’t. I-I can’t. P-please.”

“No. This is too far. I’ve stood by and watched all the shit he’s put you through in such a short time and I’m done. I won’t let him hurt you anymore!” Kirishima is fuming. You can see his face contorted in pure anger, something you’ve never seen from your happy, boisterous best friend.

“Kiri, please, just don’t. I’m not going back. I won’t let him back in, I promise. Just please let it go.”

Kirishima examines your face and he can feel the anger melt from his face but not his body. He doesn’t want you to see him angry and right now you need a friend. He’d deal with this later. He gently closed the door and walked back over to your bed sitting you between his legs and stroked your hair until he felt you soften and fall asleep below him. Once he felt your breathing deepen, he knew what to do. After he laid you down, careful not to wake you up, he walked out silently into the hallway, pulling your door closed behind him and walking down the hall. Careful not to wake anyone else up, he knocked on Bakugous door. It took a minute but he then heard shuffling behind the door and it quickly swung open as the explosive blonde looked at him, half asleep but as angry as ever.

“The fuck do you want, Shitty Hair?!”

“Kendi cheated on y/n. I’m going to fuck up his car. Maybe him too. You in?”

Bakugou looked at Kirishima and could tell he wasn’t joking around. Once he’d registered what had been said, Bakugous face changed from anger to a devious smirk that would have frightened anyone other than Kirishima.

“Fuck yeah.”

Kirishima sat on Bakugous bed while he got out of his pjs and gathered his stuff. “You ready?” Kiri asked.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

They walked to the door of the dorm room and swung the door open only to find you standing in the doorway.

“I fucking knew it!” You said in a whisper type yell. “I knew you would come here and I know what you’re doing. Please, guys. Please. Don’t. He’ll know! I don’t want you to get in trouble of me and my issues! It’s not fair on you!”

“Move it, short stuff. That asshole has gotten away with too much and I’ve hated him from the moment I met him.” Bakugou said as he moved into the hallway past you.

“Kiri, for the love of god, please don’t. I would never forgive myself if you guys got in trouble over me.”

“We love you, but we’re not doing this just for you, ok? What he did the opposite of manly and it’s just not cool and someone’s gotta teach him a lesson.” he pushes past you as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead and pulls the door closed behind him. You’re left standing there debating what else you could do to stop them as they walk down the hallway. After a second you decide.

“Stop for a second!”

Kirishima stops and turns to look at you calmly while Bakugou just stops and rolls his eyes.

“I’m coming with you. If this is happening, I’m coming.”

You feel angry Crimson eyes on you in a second. “Not a fucking chance.”

“You don’t get a choice. He hurt ME. He broke ME. He cheated on ME. I get to go and fuck his shit up. Plus, if we get caught, I go down with you guys which is better than just you guys getting trouble for my shit, ok?”

Bakugou looks at you for a second before turning to Kirishima who just smiles and shrugs.

“For fuck sake, fine! We’re taking my car.”

The drive to his dorm is eerily quiet. You can tell they don’t want you here but only because they don’t want you getting into trouble.

“That’s his car there.” You say as they pull into the parking lot. “Give me your keys.”

Bakugou doesn’t even question you, just hands them over as you climb out of the car. They hop out after you and watch as you eagerly walk over to his car but hesitate before you begin carving into it. The image is in your head again, his head thrown back while a strangers head bobs up and down between his legs. You’re snapped out of it when you feel Kiris hands on your shoulders and see him looking down at you.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to. You know….he told me it was my fault?” Kirishimas head snaps down to look at you again, as does Bakugous. “He told me it was because I ‘teased’ him with what I would wear on our date nights but I didn’t follow through. He said that he was sick of waiting for me to be ready.” Kirishima and Bakugou looked at each other with utter hatred in their eyes. How could someone be so damn heartless.

You moved out of Kirishimas grip and started to carve the word ‘cheater’ along the door of his car. You then moved to the bonnet and carved ‘manipulator’ as deep as you could. You carved the pet name he used to call you into his other door. ‘Bubba’. You thought it was cute at the start, but the more he hurt you, the taste turned sour. You kept going back thinking he would stop if you just gave him what he said he ‘needed’ but you just couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right.

When you were done, you walked back over to Bakugous car and sat in the back seat letting the adrenaline in your body calm down as tears threatened to spill again. You choked them back as you watched the boys. Kirishima activated his quirk and shredded all of his tires while Bakugou set off a tiny explosion and popped open the door. He stood on the side of the car and and started fiddling with his pants. No. No way would he. It seemed like Kirishima thought the same thing. “Dude, you serious?” He asked the blonde.

“Yep. Fuck him. Plus I gotta pee so piss off before your eyes pop out of your head!”

“God damn man.” Kirishima came and sat next to you shaking his head and laughing. “Guys nuts.”

You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the absurdity of what was happening. “Yeah….Hey Kiri?” You looked up at him with your eyes still puffy and red from the tears earlier as he looked down at you with a soft smile, “Thank you. It’s childish and extremely illegal….but I do feel kind of better. After everything, I just want him to feel even the tiniest bit of what I felt…and I even feel guilty about that.”

“Hey. This guys a jackass. He deserves everything he gets and we’ve got your back. You’re too gentle for your own good.”

“I know. Maybe that’s why he hurt me….Because I let him. I just keep thinking, if I’d just given him what he wanted, would he love me? Would he still have done it? Was I just not enough?”

“Stop.” You looked at Bakugou in shock from the demanding tone in his voice. You hadn’t even notice him walking to Kirishimas door. “I’m an asshole but I would never treat a girl the way this bastard did. If you weren’t ready then that’s your choice, not his and he should have respected it. He’s not a man, he’s a rat.”

The tears spill out again as you give the boys a soft smile.

“We should probably go before someone comes out.”

The drive back to your dorm feels lighter. You feel a little lighter. You still can’t help feeling a little guilty about what you did but it’s done now and you can’t take it back.

As you get back into the dorms, Kiri and Baku follow you to your room and sit with you for a while.

“Do you want us to stay with you tonight? We’ll just lay with you if you want?” Kiri asks with his soft smile.

“Would you?” You can’t help but look down at your hands nervously. They’re your best friends and you know they wouldn’t try anything especially knowing what you’d just gone through but still…

“Of course.” Bakugou lays against the wall and Kirishima lays on his side on the edge of the bed with you in the middle. The warmth from them both had you falling asleep within seconds, the boys following suit not long after... You didn’t know what the morning held for the three of you, but whatever it was could wait as this moment right here just felt……right.

#bnha #kirishima #bakugou #bnha imagines #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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So Glad

kirishima eijirou x pregnant!reader

warnings: cussing, alcohol, pregnancy, bakusquad

word count: 1,654

a/n: AHAHA i hope yall arent tired of me writing a pregnancy scenario for everyone, because have another one. also the one in which we stan the softest boy in class 1-a, kirishima eijirou as a new dad :,) ENJOY ANON

You were thirty-four weeks pregnant.

So it was safe to say you were ready at any moment to tap out to what felt like a demon sucking the soul out of you from within, that was currently sucker-punching your lungs.

Being pregnant was something you didn’t necessarily enjoy, yes you were excited for the baby girl you would be having, but you hated how pregnancies were just the worst. Pregnant women were such liars sometimes.

Kirishima, your ever so loving and doting husband, was honestly the only reason you hadn’t flipped out at this point. The past eight months he had been by your side, providing for every single weird request you had, every craving, and every massage. It went as far as the two of your realizing that his quirk was actually incredible for massaging, weirdly enough.

“Eijirou, I swear, I will kick your ass if you don’t go out right now!” You threaten as you clutch your stomach, the contractions were hitting you on insane pain levels, but they were still too spaced out to mean anything. “I’ll be okay!”

Kirishima looks at you, his face clouded with worry and unwillingness to go out with the self-proclaimed “Baku-squad,” a name that Bakugou hated.

“Yeah, Kiri, y/n isn’t gonna have the damn baby on the one day you let loose!” Mina cheered as she places a warm hand on your shoulder, “Besides it’s just for a few hours of drinking!!”

“We’re getting wasted,” Sero informs you, and you can’t help but laugh, Kirishima needed to let loose and this may as well be the last time he had the opportunity.

“Well, Kaminari was pre-gaming in our bathroom, so I figured that was your plan.” You tease laughing at the blonde who another ashamed chug of his flask.

“It’s important to pre-game…” Kaminari mumbles as he doesn’t reach anyone’s gaze.

“Hurry up and decide already, Kirishima,” Bakugou sighs his eyes rolling as he seemed to be the second most ready to ditch this night, but you knew better about your husbands best friend. Bakugou enjoyed these outings.

“Go!” You shove Kirishima, waddling him to the door as everyone cheered alongside you. Kirishima needed to let loose tonight, and the Baku-squad was the way he was going to get it.

“Okay but if you need anything, or want me home, let me know!” Kirishima yells over his shoulder as Kaminari and Sero have him by the arms, and you nod your head in agreement. “Let me kiss my wife, guys!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as Kirishima comes back, his hands on your swollen belly as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. Tender and sweet and not ready to let go. “Come on lover boy! The honeymoon phase was supposed to have ended three years ago!” Kaminari joked as Kirishima continued placing soft sweet pecks on your lips until he was now forcibly removed from your lips.

“It’s not over because I treat her right!” Kirishima claps back, but the wink and a large smile on his face make everyone laugh as you eventually close the door.

You smiled to yourself as you were home alone, and waddle back to the bedroom to watch some horror movie, they were weirdly super funny to you while pregnant. So there you sat an hour later, watching The Ring when you find yourself peeing yourself, no not pee but—

“Oh fuck, my water.”

You could feel the contractions now truly hitting you between the approved time intervals and you resisted a cry of pain as you called your husband, to which was put immediately on voicemail. You sighed, those guys truly didn’t waste any time getting wasted.

“Hi, baby, I know you’ll answer this soon, but I’m heading to the hospital! Our baby’s coming soon!” You chirped despite the heavy pain in your voice.

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Kirishima was drunk. It was only truly thirty minutes into the night and he was plastered. These past eight months he hadn’t been going out during bar nights because he had been so busy with you, and it seemed during that time everyone else’s tolerance shot go drastically while his lowered significantly.

Kirishima was intoxicated to the point that he has no idea where his phone was just in case you called, spoiler alert, it was in his left pocket jean instead of the right.

“Guys!” Kirishima slurred as he put a cheek onto Bakugou’s shoulder, “I’m so happy to become a dad! Bakugou will be its best friend, and all you guys will be like the fun uncles!”

Mina was howling over the fact her childhood friend thought she was going to be a fun uncle, “I’m going to spoiler that baby so much, you’re going to have to keep her from wanting me to adopt her.” Mina says with a cunning smile on her face as she takes another shot.

“The baby’s gonna find you fucking terrifying on first glance, raccoon eyes.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he took a drink from his beer, “As Ei, said, I’m going to be the BEST FRIEND!”

Okay, so maybe Bakugou’s tolerance was still shit. But the comment at the very least caused Sero and Kaminari to howl with laughter as the pounded the table in an attempt to ease their laughter as Bakugou yelled at them.

“Hold on!” Sero cackles, “Y/n is calling me? Y’ello?”

Kirishima’s concentration is on Sero, why would his beautiful wife be calling Sero? Maybe he taped the door shut as a prank like that one time in high school. But Sero’s face was quickly drained from color, his nods serious, and it was by far the most nervous Sero had ever appeared. What was y/n saying? Kirishima wondered.

“So, uh,” Sero mumbles after the phone call ended. “Y/n is at the hospital, and she’s nearly ready to give birth.”

Silence.

“OH MY GOD, WE HAVE TO FUCKING GO!” Kirishima roars at a Bakugou level as he stumbles off the chair running towards the wrong exit.

“I told you we should’ve gone yesterday!” Mina hisses at Sero as Bakugou and Kaminari race off to capture the redhead.

“How was I supposed to know she was gonna come too early? Isn’t Todoroki’s wife past her due date?!”

“Baka, everyone’s different!”

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You were quite literally crying, the pain was disgustingly overwhelming as you sat on the hospital bed. It wasn’t like you were resisting the baby’s arrival, because as much as you wanted Kirishima here, you weren’t too sure if you could just lay there.

“How are you feeling, Kirishima-sama?” Your doctor asks, a mask on his face as gloves are administered to his hands.

“So b-bad!” You cry as sweat flushes through your body, why did this hurt so much.

“WE’RE HERE!” A voice screams and you watch in slight horror as your beloved five idiots walk into the delivery room. All of them in scrubs, and all holding up Kirishima who was bawling.

“I’m so sorry love!” Kirishima says as he puts a kiss against your sweaty forehead. “I didn’t mean to miss your call! I am drunk!”

Your eyes soften the slightest amount before they’re clamped in pain. “It’s okay baby, I KNOW THAT—OH MY GOD!” You shriek as the doctor nods.

“Okay, Kirishima-sama I’m going to need you to start pushing. You’ll do it five times for ten seconds each, okay?”

“WHY DO I NEED TO PUSH!” Kirishima panics stupidly his eyes widened as you grab your idiot husbands hand, “Y/n should be—“

“He’s talking about me, my love.” You pant in pain as your grip against his hands starts hardening significantly.

“Oh! Ow, your grip is like my quirk right now!”

“Push!”

And Kirishima can only watch in the tiniest drunken gaze as you begin screaming, your face flushed, death grip on his hand, body quivering. He watches as the hospital scene around him slows drastically, his wife is biting her lip to keep from cussing, nurses running in slow motion, and his friends shaking slowly in excitement.

“Y/n I… I think—“

“The head is out!”

“I… I think imma…”

“You’re almost there!”

“I… I…”

A soft cry is resonating into Kirishima’s head, it’s a newborn cry, and a small baby girl with y/h/c is lifted slightly from behind the medical wraps. It’s all too much for Kirishima as he promptly faints, a smile on his face.

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When Kirishima comes through, he panics. “Y/n!” He calls out, his eyes searching as he sees his wife sitting on the bed across from his, she looks tired and worn, and entirely beautiful.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” You whisper teasing your husband as you show off the sleeping bundle in your arms. “Come say hello.”

Kirishima feels like every step he takes towards the bed is like he’s traveling through cement until he comes and peers at his daughters face. “Oh… fuck.” Kirishima can only say as you gently move to hand the sleeping baby girl into his arms.

“Say hello to your manly papa,” You mumble to the baby as tears fall down Kirishima’s face.

“Hi, Hinata-chan.” Kirishima sniffs at his baby girl, tears shamelessly falling down his face and he comes to meet your own ready eyes, and the next thing he knows his lips are on yours as he thanks you softly. Over and over.

“Thank you, I love you so much.”

bonus!

“I want to see her first!” Mina whispers shrieks as she manages to get into the room first after Kirishima walked over to the waiting room to let them know the baby was ready to meet them.

“Oh Kiri, she’s so adorable!” Mina cooes as she stares at the baby in the cradle.

“We have a question for all of you,” You confess as Kirishima comes to sit on the bed with you, an arm over your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Would you all become Hinata-chan’s godparents? We know it’s four of you, and you’re not obligated to!”

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Yeah!!”

“Of course!”

Tears fall both Kirishima parents as they smile at their friends their hangs gripped together, “We’re so glad.”

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Spells and Quirks pt. 2

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

Spells and Quirks Introduction I Spells and Quirks pt. 1

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Recap:

“I bet I have a stronger quirk than you,” Bakugou stated confidently. “Kacchan… she-” “Shut up shitty Deku! I wasn’t talking to you,” Bakugou glared at the greenette. “But I think it’s important that you know-” Midoriya tried again to cover for you. “Shut it Deku this doesn’t invol-.” Bakugou’s glared focused from Midoriya to you as you cut him off. “You obsolete dingbat! That’s no way to talk to a friend!” you stood up angered at the fact that your friend was being treated poorly. The room went quiet and all eyes looked at you and a fuming Bakugou whose palms were crackling.

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Whispers came from the Baku-squad and from your little group of friends. You never broke eye contact maintaining an equally fierce glare.

“What did you just call me?” Bakugou seethed through his teeth. “Oh for the love of Merlin! I called you an ‘obsolete dingbat’,” your voice didn’t waver, but your hands were clenched tightly at your side. Shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest you sighed, “If you just let Midoriya finish what he was saying, you’d know I’m quirkless.”

Uncrossing his arms Bakugou’s eyes showed a hint of surprise in them, “You. You’re quirkless?” “I just said that.” Grumbling to himself he decided to let it go rather than deal with getting a larger headache.

“Dude,” Kirishima looked at you, “that was so manly!” “Thanks, I think? I was just trying to be a good friend,” you looked towards your small group. Uraraka gave you a thumbs and smiled in your direction. Glancing at Midoriya you noticed his cheeks were a little flushed and eyes were still wider than normal. “Ah, I’m sorry if I embarrassed any of you...” you scratched the back of your neck. Todoroki nudged Midoriya’s elbow to get him to say something, “Oh, ah, no no it was really cool of you to stand up to Kacchan like that,” Midoriya gave you a shy smile.

Todoroki excused himself from the room to continue with his plans, and the Baku-squad followed Bakugou out to do whatever Bakugou had planned.

“So you mentioned that we would be able to hear more about the wizarding world right?” Iida turned his attention from the leaving crowd back to you. “Oh! Right, right. What would you like to know?”

Thinking it over for a minute Midoriya looked up at you, “Do, do witches actually fly around on broomsticks or is that just something made up for Halloween?” You and Uraraka shared a large grin, “Follow me boys!”

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Running up the stairs to Uraraka’s dorm you ran to your trunk. “Oh bloody hell...” you muttered while rummaging the contents around. Iida and Midoriya glanced at each other wondering about your strange behavior. “Ah! Found what I was looking for!” You jumped up pulling out a small bag and what appeared to be a small hand broom.

“Why do you carry a hand broom in your luggage?” Iida questioned staring at your miniature broom stick. “It’s not a hand broom you nag, this is my Nimbus!” you showed it proudly. “Oh Merlin, hold on,” you set the Nimbus on the ground, “you might want to step back a little bit.” All of you standing near the door now, you reach down into your boot and pull out your wand. Peaking at Midoriya you see him watching your every move. Giving him a smile you look toward your Nimbus. “Alright then, here we go. Engorgio!” flicking your wand at the small broom. A large grin is set upon your face as you see Iida and Midoriya’s awed expression.

Walking forward summon the Nimbus from the ground, “Now this, this is a broomstick.” Uraraka and you couldn’t help but giggle at their faces. “It’s almost like you have never seen magic before! You live in a world of magical people!” you can’t help but tease them a little. “Well, um, yeah but they’re nothing compared to this!” Midoriya countered walking up to you to get a better look at your broom.

“So, why do you have a broomstick with you, and why do you own one?” Iida asked looking at it. “I’m glad you asked. I am apart of (y/h)’s quidditch team,” digging through your messenger bag to find a portrait of you flying over the schools seating, “and on the team I am one of the chasers. We score the points for our team.” You were excited to show them another piece of wizarding technology. Handing them the portrait you watched like a kid waiting to be praised about a drawing they made. The look on their faces said it all. “This... this picture is moving...” “How-what even?” Those were the responses you received. “Magic,” was the simple answer you gave them.

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As the day progressed you learned more from your friends about what their school was like, although you have heard quite a bit of the stories from the news and Uraraka kept you updated with letters during the year.

“Hey Uraraka, when was the last time I took you on a flight?” you asked from your sitting position on the floor while she laid on the bed. “I have no idea. Why?” she turned her head to look at you. “I was wondering if you and the guys would like to go for flight sometime this evening,” you said while looking at your Nimbus propped in one corner of the room and then at the boys who were having their own conversation. “Well, I did promise Tsu that we could do face masks tonight, so I will probably pass but you have to make sure to take me sometime before you leave.” “Of course I will! I will always want to take you flying with me!” you mocked offense as you held a hand up to your chest, “I can’t believe you would think I would leave before doing that!” The giggling from your antics caught the attention of a certain greenette.

Distracted. Your adorable laugh distracted this poor boy from his conversation with Iida, “Hello? Midoriya? You still there?” Iida waved his hand in front of his face trying to get his attention. “Huh, oh wha-? What did you say?” Midoriya’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink out of being caught in a daze. “Were you staring at (Y/N) again?” “Ah, maybe a little,” scratching his cheek with his index finger he pried his gaze away from your form.

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“Hey (Y/N)?” Uraraka looked at you and you hummed letting her know you were listening. “Why don’t you take Midoriya for a ride on your broomstick?” Mulling it over in your head for a minute of two you take a deep breath.

“Ah, hey Midoriya! Can you talk for a second?” “Y-yeah sure,” Midoriya looked to the side to hide his blushing cheeks. “Would you like to maybe, I don’t know... go for a ride on my Nimbus with me tonight?” you looked up at him giving him a shy smile. Shocked by your question Midoriya turned to look at you revealing his rosy cheeks. “Ah, I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought it would be nice,” you panicked at his lack of answer and waved your hands around frantically as if it would erase the idea. “N-no I want to! I want to go flying with you!” Midoriya reached out to grab your flailing wrists. Both of you had equally rosy cheeks and shy smiles. “Lead the way to the roof Midoriya,” you held out your hand for him to take. Smiling down at your hand, but still being nervous he grasped your hand and lead you to your next destination.

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Finally calming his flushed cheeks, Midoriya soon let it sink in that he enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his. “You’re not scared of highest right?” you teased and nudged him with your elbow. “Nah, not so much,” Midoriya laughed at how at eased he felt with you.

Mounting your broomstick you turned to look at Midoriya, “Well don’t just stand there silly, get on,” you shifted so that there was more room behind you. Awkwardly getting on behind you Midoriya was unsure of what to do with his hands. Glimpsing at him over your shoulder you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Grabbing his hands you placed them on your waist. “You might want to hold on tight Midoriya!” you laughed while the broom started to rise. Noticing that his feet were no longer touching the ground Midoriya’s grip around your waist tightened and his head went down into your neck. Midoriya realized how other worldly this was and in the moment a little fear washed over him. “I promise I won’t let you fall,” you said as you started to fly away from the dorm. The breeze slowly pulling at both of your hair and clothes.

Eventually getting comfortable Midoriya removed his head from your neck and his grip loosened slightly. Although Midoriya would be lying if he said he didn’t like being this close to you.

Flying higher with the city lights below you (and far enough away from prying eyes) you both enjoyed the peacefulness of the flight and the shared intimate moment that was shared. “I’m glad you asked me to go flying with you. This is really nice just being up here with you and away from, well all of that,” Midoriya gestured below the two of you toward the city. Midoriya couldn’t see your smile, but he could hear it in your voice. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to go flying with, and I’m happy that you took me up on my offer.” Taking one hand you placed it on his and gave it a small squeeze. You blushed at your own straightforward action and hoped it wouldn’t freak him out, but the small squeeze you got in return was enough to make your heart flutter.

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Until next time Witches!

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