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Reward; kiribaku x reader smut

Kirishima deserves a night of pampering after a hard week; cr: yuzuya

Kirishimas been hard at work this week, coming home to you having to rub all the knots out of his back every day. He's been working so hard, he deserves some prince treatment, you tell Katsuki. He rolls his eyes and agrees.

"Dumbass is always taking care of everyone 'xcept himself." You nod in agreement, and look at him with an all but innocent smile with your brows raised. It seems katsuki understands what you mean.. what type of relaxation session you plan for kiri.

Skipping past the discussion, to kiri coming home.

"Hey guys, 'm home" kiri calls out sounding tiredly. You greet your lovely boyfriend with a smile, hugging around his shoulders and giving him a kiss. 

He softly moans into it as you suck on his bottom lip softly.

"Missed you" you say sweetly. "Missed you too baby" with a smile.

"Me and katsu have a surprise for you" you say seductively, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

"Oh? Do you now" he asks with a soft smirk, catching the gleam in your eye. 

"Mhm. But first, go shower with me?"

"F course baby, where's katsuki?" 

"Hell be coming down soon to finish dinner. Should be done when we get out. You pull his hand towards your bathroom and close the door behind you, not bothering to lock it. He goes to pull his shirt off but you stop him. "Hey, let me take care of you, yeah?" He looks down at you dumbly until he nods, adoringly as you caress his cheek.

You undress him and yourself as you bend down to turn the water on and he caresses your hips , staring at your naked body. When it warms, you step in and take his hand.

He steps in under the warm water and holds you close, wetting you both.

"How was work, baby?" As you grab his shampoo to wash his hair. You lather some on your hands and apply it to his red hair.

He sighs, "tiring. It was fine though, patrol was pretty calm. I always like patrolling with tamaki"

He talks to you about his day as you restrain the urge to jump him, not wanting to tire him out just yet. So you settle for massaging his scalp.

"Mm really. This whole weeks been so tiring for you, hasnt it?" You motion him to rinse his hair.

"Ehh, more on my plate than usual but nothing i can't handle"

"That's right.." you smile, "such a hard worker." You turn him around to kiss him, hand trailing dangerously low on his abdomen.

" 'think you deserve a reward." You smile up at him softly and a brow of his raises.

"Do you?" He holds your hip as he starts to kiss your neck but you stop him.

"I do, just not yet. Don't wanna tire you out when we have plans for you tonight" you grin at him and he smiles. He takes a deep breathe as to contain himself from ravaging you here in the shower. "Fineeee... Seriously, thank you y/n. Means a lot that you guys wanna take care of me." 

"Of course Eijiro. Always wanna do that." And you both continue to wash eachothers hair, and bodies before leaving the shower and dressing. You go downstairs to see Katsuki pouring bowls. He must've heard the shower go off. Kiri greets kats with a kiss.

"Hey katsuki💋, whatd'ya make? Smells really good!" And before katsuki answers he sees it, his favorite warm soup. He groans in bliss, kissing katsuki on the cheek. "Mmm my favorite! Thanks guys" he kisses your head gratefully. 

He shakes it off with a, "'ts not so hard.. you're welcome."

And you all eat, kiri eating two bowls.

"Wow. Thank you guys, it was so good" he says cheerfully, very full.

"You're welcome love.." katsuki takes your bowls to the sink as you walk behind kiri, placing your hands on his beefy shoulders and rubbing. He sighs, music to your ears, and let's his head fall back.

You lean down and press a slow, wet kiss to his neck before whispering against the shell of his ear, "ready for your surprise?" He shivers at your hot breathe and lips against his skin.

"Mhmm" he mindlessly hums as he stands up.

Katsuki comes over and grabs his waist from behind as he places kisses and soft bites on his neck, you: rubbing his chest and nipples, laying kisses on his lips.

You pull his shirt with a nod towards your bedroom, and he follows like a happy puppy, and his doberman stalking behind him.

You open your bedroom door to a romantic visual, candles lit and a few roses on the end table. Bed made and oils on the nightstand.

"Wow... What's all this for?" He turns to you both.

"Our Red's been working so hard lately, we think you deserve a reward.. right kat?" 

He nods affirmatively. "Yeah, we're gonna take care of you t'night Ei."

"Aww.. you guys didn't have to do all this for me.." 

"We know we didn't, but we wanted to. Let us take care of you, baby" you give.

You sit on your knees on the king bed, "C'mere, lay down. On your stomach. Katsus gonna give you a massage. And take your clothes off." You smile not so innocently.

He smiles and pulls his shirt off, kicking his pants off along with it. "Should I keep my boxers-" 

"No" katsuki interrupts him. You smirk at kiris dumbfounded expression but you watch him shyly take his boxers off, semi hard hanging down. His cock hardens in anticipation as he lays down on the bed, head facing you.

You run your fingers through his hair as katsuki oils his hands, warming it up before stroking eijiros back, wetting it, to glide his hands smoothly across the muscle and skin. You watch as he rubs his neck, shoulder blades and lower back, all eliciting whines or sighs out of eijiro, much to your pleasure.

You could probably use your slick as body oil because you're so wet.

"Katsuki, oh, that feels so good.." "yeah?" 

"Mhmm , katsuki learned how to massage with me" "oh..." Eijiro sighs.

Katsuki moves his hands in loops up his shoulders and down to his hips, squeezing the fat of his hips, definitely making them all think of all the times he holds eijiros hips like that. You bite your lip, squirming as you restrain from touching yourself at all. Katsuki gives you a pointed look to which you sigh and oblige to his silent demand and stop being so needy. Kirishima would notice if he wasn't so blissed out. It's so hard for katsuki to not just fuck him open with his fingers when eiji makes little whines when katsuki rubs a certain spot too. But he has more patience, ironically. Kiri shoves his face into the bed to be quieter but you tut, moving his head back to befores placement.

"Don't worry love, we wanna hear you"

He nods slightly as he resumes naturally sighing and moaning at katsukis hands massaging his hips.

Katsus hands move down to eijis ass cheeks and rub, pushing up all the fat before groping them and rubbing his thumbs a little too close to eijis hole.

Eiji whines and you almost can't help yourself.

You get up and stand behind katsu. "Is it almost my turnnnn" you whine in his ear, too quiet for kiri to hear. 

"Horny bastard," you smile , stifling a laugh, "not yet. Gotta work him open" you pout. "Don't act like you don't wanna fuck him already." And you sit back down behind eiji, so you can freely touch yourself without him seeing. 

You drift your hand underneath your tank top, groping your breasts and playing with your nipples. 

Katsuki glares at you, damn you for making me hard while I can't do anything about it.

Katsuki feels like he's massaged him well enough, right as you're about to trail your hand under your shorts. 

"Alright.. feel better?" Eiji groans, "ugh, yeah, way better thank you" and he flips over, laying on his back. 

"Good.. were not done yet though" 

Kiri watches in excitement as you crawl over him, oiling your hands as you straddle him.

"It's my turn" you smile. You rub his neck, for minutes, down to his pecs, playing with his nipples and watchinghis cute expressions as you tease him. Katsuki watches, sitting on the bed getting hard, before going to the bathroom to wash the oil off.

You rub his abs, muscles, upper arms and trail your fingers down to his v line, making him twitch as its an erogenous zone for him. You feel his hard length on your pussy and you can't resist the urge to grind down on him, making him whimper as his hands fly to your hips.

You place your hands on his nipples, twisting and rubbing as you grind on him. You whine with a high pitch as you finally relieve yourself somewhat.

"F-fuck", eijiro spits.

Katsuki comes back into the room and sighs.

"Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" He scolds you, grabbing your hips and picking you up off eijiro.

"Ughhh kats ! You're so -" he cuts you off by grabbing your jaw, pouting your lips as he spits in your mouth.

"Shh." He says sharply. "And you," he looks at eijiro. "Be a good boy and wait".

He lets you go and you pout, swallowing.

Katsuki sits on the bed, beside kiri, spreading his legs.

"You can work him open." Yours and eijiros eyes widen with a gleam. Youve never done this, it's always been eijiro fingering katsuki. You both couldn't say you weren't excited though.

You hop on the bed between eijiros legs and look at him. "Y'want me to?"

"Fuck yes , please baby." You smile and katsuki hands you lube. 

"Wait" kirishima stops you. "Y/n... do you think maybe.. sit on my face while you do that? I just.. want you to feel good too."

"Getting a little demanding, aren't you?" Katsuki says. 

"Yeah.. yeah I will" you say excitedly. A bit nervous because you wanna put all your focus on fingering him.

"All right" kiri smiles as you take your clothes off and move around to hover over his face.

"Baby.. no matter how many times I see you, can't get over how beautiful you are.." 

"Be a good boy and take care of her , okay Red?" Katsuki orders.

"Oh I will.. you know the drill baby, alllll the way down." You always hesitate but katsus there to coax you, "you heard him.. all the way down." And he pushes you down. "That's it, good girl". Katsuki hands you lube and you pour it onto your fingers. "Gonna open him up nice and good for me?" You nod obediently. 

"You know how to do it right? Open up your legs more shitty hair." 

You nod nervously. 

"You look nervous. Think you can focus for me?" "Yes katsu" you borderline whine. About to start off, kats stops you.

"Warm it up first, cold lube feels like shit" your eyes widen as you whisper "oh", and you rub it , warming it up. Katsukis ego secretly sky rockets because he gets to guide you both through it. "We're gonna have to use a lot.. it's gonna feel weird at first Red, but it'll feel real good soon."

Katsuki is sitting on his knees between kiris legs.

"You're not used to this, huh Red?" 

Red moans a negative , muffled by your pussy and you try to focus so hard on doing this right.

"I think it's good" you say.

"Fuck, that's so pretty" katsuki refers to kiris hole.

"Now, move your fingers nice and slow. In a circle."

You do as he says, using your pointer and middle finger to rub around his hole.

"Y'gotta get him to relax. You'll feel when you can go in"

You spend time moving around the rim, using your thumb, middle finger, pointer and middle, seeing what works. 

"That's it, take your time. Let him open up for you" 

Kiri moans in your pussy, getting higher in pitch and you can hear him gasping.

"You good red? How's it feel?" Katsu asks.

"It... Kinda weird. But good. Just gotta get used to it."

"Mmm you're so good eiji.. doing so good" you sigh, feeding his praise kink.

"Now.. once you get your finger in," and you enter with your middle, "crook it like this:"

And he shows you with his finger in the air. Kiri moans louder, forgetting about eating you out, which doesn't bother you.

"Uhuh" you urge him to continue 

"You'll feel something a little different" he explains in your ear.

"Basically his g spot."

"Well how do I know what it's supposed to feel like?"

"Trust me. You'll know it when you find it." You trust him, and move your finger in various spots, crooking your finger like katsu taught you.

Suddenly kiri swears and moans, "fuck,"

Your eyes light up, "There it is" katsuki enlightens. 

"Now just massage that spot for me"

You do as he says and you listen to kiris moans, completely unlatched from your cunt now.

"Ah-ah-" kiri can't stop moaning as you thrust your finger in and out 

"Feels good huh?" Katsuki asks.

"Yeahh" 

"Feels so good you forgot to make our girl feel good?"

"Ah! Uh-s-sorry, shit-" He goes back to licking up your liquids, sucking on your clit.

"Such a good boy for us eiji, aren't you?"

And kiri moans at his words in your pussy.

"Y'notice how into praise he is? It's kinda cute. So obvious. He just wants to be our good boy."

Katsuki explains to you as you're trying to pay attention.

" 's like a big puppy" you moan, smiling.

"How's he doing? Think he's ready for me?" You moan, and shake your head. "good , but... Think I wanna prepare him more"

"I'm patient. Besides, like watching you two."

You grind your pussy on kiris face as you gently scrape his insides.

"Think.. I think he's good" you sigh as you prop yourself up on your hands, and hover to get off of kirishimas face. You tremble as you crawl off of him.

"Yeah? Did so good baby, such a good girl" you keen internally at the praise, kissing him. 

Katsuki takes his clothes off, before sucking his fingers to wet them. He moves between eijis legs, inserting two immediately and kiri moans longly, head turning to the side.

"Y/n.. look at that. Fuck. You take my fingers so well, Red"

Eijis legs bend and start to close instinctively but you and katsuki each pry one open. While kiris head is thrown back, you tap katsu.

He looks at you and you quietly whisper in his ear, "can we use the blindfold on him? Please?"

He looks at you for a moment before contemplating, and nodding. You get up to grab it as katsuki continues fingering kiri.

You move to kiri, sitting beside his head and turning his face towards you. 

"Baby, head up" he complies mindlessly , so obediently , and you slip the blindfold on him.

"Wha- but- I wanna see you guys" he whines 

"You'll get to.. but we wanna see you like this first. So helpless. If you're a good boy we'll take it off." You say, voice smooth like honey.

Katsuki pulls his fingers out and holds kiris head up with one hand while his right hand makes a cup in front of eijis mouth. "Eijiro, spit"

Eiji let's the fat glob fall onto katsukis hand and kats uses eijis spit as a lube, stroking his dick a few times before lining himself up to eijis hole. You straddle kiri, as your mouth latches onto one of kiris nipples, sucking and licking to ease his body as he gets fucked . 

Katsuki says, "relax Red, breathe out for me"

He eases his tip into kiris tight hole as kiri keens, back arching and face scrunching up.

You bite your lip and caress his cute face.

Katsu pushes his dick in a few inches, pulls out, a couple more the next time and pulls out. Then he pushes his whole length slowly in kiri as kiri moans, then pulls out. Only this time, he doesn't go back in.  

Kiri whines and writhes , squirming his hips to try and get katsu, wherever he is, to fuck him.

"Kats- please, come on why'd you stoppp"

You chuckle at his needy state and remark on it.

"You're so cute when you're all needy for katsus cock" and he whines. You kiss his neck softly to not scare him, then up to his lips before you get up and hover over his dick , stroking it with your spit at first. Now it's your turn to warm up, sitting on kiris dick a couple of inches, breathing out and gasping at the nice stretch his fat tip offers. You sit up, then lower, trying to fit all him in you as your face scrunches up, whimpering. Facing katsuki, you seek him for comfort and wrap your arms around him, stuffing your face in his warm chest and he shivers from your warm breath tickling him.

Katsuki finds his hands on your waist, guiding you up and down on kiris dick, soon sitting you down fully as your mouth drops open in a cry. You're almost tearing up, you feel so full. Katsuki lifts you up, since you seem so out of it and drops you back down as you wail. 

"That's it baby, bounce on it, fuckin good girl"

Katsuki keeps the praise up as you're too out of it to respond. 

"Hah-a-ah, fuck, baby, y/n" kiri sounds. "J-just like that, so good, fuck!" 

"Think you can do it on your own?" Katsu inquires. 

When you don't answer, drooling , eyes closed, he moves your face to him, lightly slapping your cheek a few times as your eyes flutter open. 

"Huh?" You mumble. "You think you can be good and bounce on your own?" Your brows furrow and you nod, turning around to place your hands firmly on kiris abdomen.

You lean on your arms, push yourself up and drop back down with a cry and you repeat it, slow and hard.

"That's it, fuck. Keep it up baby."

Right when you have a steady pace on your own, katsuki thrusts fully into kiris tight lil hole and starts a brutal pace of fucking. kiri let's out intermittent gasps and is blubbering, about how it's too much, too good.

He's a beauty, red face, the blindfold is slipping, messy hair and his pretty mouth always wide open moaning.

You grab his jaw as you grind on him and spit in his open mouth.

"Sswallow" you try to sound dominant but it sounds like a plead.

"F-fuck, good boy eiji- makin me feel-so, good!" You stutter. Katsuki bites your shoulder and kisses it, pushing your back down so you lay your head on eijis chest as you bounce. 

"C-can you- take, b-blindfold-" eijis tries to get out.

Katsuki pulls you back towards him with an arm around your chest and you pull eijis blindfold off, to see you bouncing on his dick, back arched against katsukis large chest as katsuki grins , chin on your shoulder as he fucks him.

Kiris eyes drift from your tits bouncing , to katsukis arm across your body, holding you tightly, to where your pussy and his body connect, to your faces. 

His eyes water because of the intensity of everything and he blinks harshly to not get teased by katsuki.

But it's no use, "aww, y'cryin, Red?"

You open your eyes and look down at him to see tears falling down his pretty cheeks. You smile and lean down to kiss them away, kiss him. Then katsuki leans down to kiss eiji , squishing you between their bodies as katsuki keeps thrusting and you try to grind on kiri.

Kiri tries so hard to kiss katsu back, he really does. But it's so hard to concentrate on kissing when he's constantly moaning, wide mouthed.

Katsuki loves to cause frustration to kiri and you in bed, so when kiri doesn't kiss back, instead, jaw dropped, katsu bites eijis bottom lip as a punishment.

"Ah!" "Kiss me back" he orders and smiles when kiri hastily and sloppily kisses him back. You're trapped between their bodies panting, "k-katsu- get up" and he obliges to let you fuck kiri .

You resume to bouncing and watching kiri as katsu grips his legs, fucking him into oblivion.

Soon, kiri is sobbing, entailing his high pitched cries, gasps and sad little sounds. Tears trail down his cheeks and you've never been more turned on you swear. 

"K-kat, Suki, wanna-w'na cum"

"What was that?" He growls

"Said- wanna cum! Please!" You cry out, tears gathering at your lashline.

"No, you don't get ta-fuck- fuckin cum til eiji does. 'ts his reward, right? Dontcha wanna be good?" 

Your hiccups and broken voice make him unbelievably hard inside eiji as you beg to cum.

"Can-cant, i- o-okay" you cry, trying so hard to keep bouncing despite the burn in your thighs.

You lean down to mouth kiris nipples again to get him to cum faster as you subconsciously clench repeatedly.

"K-kat- y/n, gonna-can-can I cum" he begs, "please, please!" 

"You're in luck baby," he says in your ear, 

"Yeah, come on, cum for us Red"

"Yeah, cum eiji" you whine as you stop bouncing in favor of grinding and katsuki keeps up his harsh pace.

"Yeah-yEah! Gonna , cum fr you g-guys!" 

"Our good boy, so good" "give it to me eiji, want ur cum !" 

And his mouth drops wide open, eyes rolling back as he convulses .

He semi thrusts up into you making you cum right after him and katsuki borderline rails him, chasing his own release

You feel so fucking full as he fills you to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

At this point you stop moving, laying on eijis chest and katsuki is so close. 

"K-katsuki, too sensitive" kiri whines as he grits his teeth

"Shhh you can take it, can't you? You're such a good boy"

You lean up to kiss eiji tiredly , pulling his soft cock out of your slimy abused hole , and roll over onto the bed beside eijiro.

Eijis legs desperately fight to close but to no avail as katsuki yanks them back open , gripping them as he cums.

"Fuck, fuck! G-gonna , take all my cum like the good boy you are? Huh?" 

Eijis nodding frantically as he forms words, "yes, yes , kats please, wanna take it all for you"

You're watching intently, breathing calmer now.

How katsukis eyes clench and his head is thrown back as he pounds into kiris poor hole.

"Shit- cumming!" And you watch katsukis hips stutter, pounding harder than ever into kiris ass as you pull your phone to quickly record him cumming in your boyfriend's ass.

You film katsu groan as his knees buckle but stays standing, and eiji back arches so hard as he keens.

Moments later, katsuki lays on top of kiri, still inside him, tired. But he remembers this is eijis gift, so he stands up and slowly pulls his soft cock out of the red little gaping hole and eiji whimpers at the loss of sensation.

You end the video and place your phone on the nightstand as you try to stand to get them towels.

You swing your legs over the bed and try to stand, but immediately your legs give out and katsuki reaches his arm out to catch you.

"Tch- dumbass, can't try to walk after getting fucked like that"

And he moves you on the bed to lay beside eiji, and you turn to cuddle him.

He's panting, almost in a sub space. No jokes, no thanks yet, just laying heaving, still. 

Katsuki takes a moment to gain composure , then sets out to collect damp towels to clean eachother with.

"Did you like your surprise?" You ask quietly

He takes a moment, before chuckling softy, deeply.

"Best surprise yet" and he kisses your temple. 

Then katsuki cleans you up, then you both clean eiji.

And you fall asleep in eachothers arms.

Kiri falls asleep feeling a hard, muscular and toned body on his right, and your soft, delicate body on his left and katsuki has an arm slung around both of you.

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oh to be ran through by denki, sero, katsuki, and kirishima…

what would it be like? college au

a/n: bro I haven’t posted in forever ! but maybe I’m back for awhile ? you should check out my c.ai bots :3 dekusquad ver here .

it’ll start off with the five of you chilling in sero’s college dorm. you five all just playing games and chatting. until denki realizes there is literally a girl in the room with the four of them. the reality of the situation, you’ve been their friend for a few years... why the hell hasn’t he thought of this sooner?! he’s seen too much porn to know what could go down.

so when you go to the bathroom he talks to the boys about the situation he’s playing in his head.

“well we could always try to convince her, I mean she’s been our friend for years and I’d be so down to fuck her,” he spoke unashamed.

next thing you know, you’re fully convinced on letting it happen, the boys basically begging you to let them inside of you .

Bakugou obviously going first. he has to be the number one in everything. so when you allow him to fuck you, he’s the one to take off your clothes, being rough. he’ll rip them up, not caring. when he whips out his cock it’s long and thick, slapping against his abdomen as it is released.

“g’na fuck you nice and good, you slut”

and he does, he wastes no time plunging into you deeply. of course you didn’t really need foreplay due to the fact it turned you on to see them all begging for you to fuck them. as he fucks you in a mating press he will pull your hair. it’s a little off because he’s making out with you so sensually and sweet but his cock is ramming into you, only caring for it’s own pleasure.

“fuck… fuck you’re so tight, stop squeezin’ around me like that, dumbass…” he pants, voice a little raspy.

the boys watching, the heat inside them unbearable. just looking at your whiny face as bakugou fucks deep in you makes them so needy and heated.

he keeps going hard, his tip occasionally grazing against your cervix.

in the end, bakugou will gladly cum deep inside you, filling you up. pulling out he’ll watch it seep out, using his fingers to fuck it back into your hole.

Sero is next, looking down at you as you whine due to bakugou’s cum spilling on to your thighs. it was an uncomfortable feeling but you sort of liked it.

“don’t worry sweetheart… i will be nice and slow” he hums, kissing your neck, groping your ass.

he takes off his pants as he’s kissing you, placing you on his lap. his cock was long, not as girthy as bakugou’s cock but it looked a bit longer. he groans as he slips inside your wet and sloppy cunt. he rolls your hips, his cock rubbing against your g-spot as he rolls them.

he leans his back on the ledge of the couch, getting a good view of your sticky pussy moving up and down his cock. he loved the squelching noises it made. it was so erotic… the boys watching also loved it, they fucking needed you.

towards his climax he grabs you close, pressing your chest against his as he pistons his cock inside you, chasing his high.

“s-shit! fuck- ah- im gonna fucking cum… yeah, yeah, right in your slutty pussy”

you were moaning and creaming around his dick. the rutting hitting your g-spot over and over again. you were out of breath and he just kept going, holding you tightly so you couldn’t use your arms to get away from his body.

eventually he came inside you. his cum mixing around with bakugou’s. both of their bodily fluids leaking out of your slutty hole.

Denki happily offers to go next, it was his idea after all. look, he’s a pervert whose down for anything, he doesn’t even want his dick inside your messy cunt that was still leaking of sero and bakugou’s cum, instead he honestly wanted to give you a facial. so when you looked at him with your dazed eyes, he grabbed your chin, nodding his head to the floor.

“come on baby, on your knees for me” he smiled happily with a small chuckle.

you got on to your knees, looking up at denki. he held your cheek as he took out his hardened cock. it slapped against your face… your eyes glued to the pink tip that leaked of precum. he was pretty long, you’ll give him that.

without warning though, he shoved his dick right in between your cute soft lips, letting out a little whine. one hand gripped your hair, the other holding his shirt up so he can see as your tongue glided against him.

“s…so warm…” he moaned, eyes shutting slightly. though he did reach down to squeeze your breast, pinching your hard nipple.

your head bobbed on his cock, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. with your hand you fondled with his balls which caused an audible groan as he thrusted into your mouth more.

spit was rolling down your chin. your eyes fluttering as you looked up at denki who now has his shirt in his mouth. he gripped it with his teeth, his free hand grabbing some more of your hair and he thrusted his hips more.

after hitting the back of your throat, it caused him to go a bit crazy, moving faster, balls slapping against your chin. he was whining and moaning, feeling like he was gonna explode. he pulled out just in time, you stuck out your tongue as he painted your face white.

“that’s it babygirl… all over your face…” he panted, slapping his tip against your tongue.

Kirishima was last, he frowned looking at you, you were so messy.

“let me clean you up” he said softly, taking off his shirt to clean off your cute little face. he brought his shirt down to your cunt, cleaning it off, along with your thighs. there was still sero and bakugou’s cum inside you but he wasn’t gonna worry about cleaning that up. afterwards he sighed happily. he brought you to his lips, placing soft kisses against yours.

“It’s okay… you did so good for us today, y/n. thank you for letting me have the opportunity to please you” he smiled, laying her on the couch gently.

he took the hair out of your face, smiling down at you so sweetly. he started to remove his pants and my god… his cock was huge. it was so fat that it hung low even though he was hard as hell. you were in for it.

“not gonna hurt you, okay? if you need me to stop, I will. i will stop immediately,” he said, softly to which you nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him sink into you. he went slow and steady, one of his hands by your head to balance himself. he was stretching your hole out, you felt so full.

he let out a soft moan as he kept trying to push himself deeper in you.

“g-gonna move now, okay?” he panted, his hips making a bit of movement. his thumb played with your sensitive clit as he made the small fulfilling movements. he rubbed you gently, the rubbing causing you to moan and his cock making you see stars.

a white ring was around his cock, your juices and the other boys around him as he made his small movements.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. this thumb rolling around the nub, he knew how to please a woman.

and out of everyone, he made you cum. you squeezed around his dick as you came, causing him to moan. he went down to your chest, sucking your nipples as you felt your bliss. he made sure you came before him, his hips now picking up the pace, your pussy tight around him, your walls clenching in overstimulation.

he went at a moderate pace not to hurt you, pulling out to cum on your stomach, he gave you a sweet kiss, wiping off the cum with his shirt that was on the floor.

“you did so good today, we are so proud of you, y/n”

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My Very Soul (Chapter 27)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 26

Warnings: FLUFF GALORE; implied...*you know*...cough (this is still rated teen, it is only implied); the latter half of this is so very romantic and so very cheesy so if that's up your alley, read away

Summary: You and Anakin are sworn in as Knights of the Jedi Order

Word Count: 4.4k

The knighting ceremony, under normal circumstances, would have been bigger, and more overstated. Usually knighting ceremonies were attended by many of the Jedi who were on-world, and the council would recite lengthy passages from the old Jedi texts. Usually, knighting ceremonies were held for one Padawan at a time, or occasionally two. Now, though, a row of Padawans stood in the Hall of Knighthood, waiting for their turn.

         It was a bittersweet feeling. Here you were, undergoing the process to solidify the achievement you'd worked toward for so many years. You'd finally done it—passed the trials and achieved knighthood. You were, you knew, one of the youngest to be granted this rank in recent memory. You were the youngest Padawan standing here today, a fact you'd made sure to remind Anakin of every chance you got after you'd both passed the trials. Still, the achievement—the celebration of it all—was clouded over by a heavy sadness.

         The Order was expediting the knighthood process, trying to boost Padawans up in rank, you knew. There had been other knighting ceremonies in the two weeks since you'd returned from Geonosis. The council wanted more Jedi Knights to serve as generals, able to lead their own Clone battalions. You'd sat in on half a dozen strategy meetings, learning battle tactics, memorizing ancient wisdom on the art of war. The feeling of it all left a bad taste in your mouth, but you tried to push that out of your mind as you waited your turn. Truth be told, it was not the war that was imbuing this ceremony with a weighty feeling of grief. It was who was missing from this line of Padawans awaiting their knighthood.

         You knelt with the others while Master Yoda read through some ancient passages. The council stood around you in a ring, and up above them, seated and watching, were a few other Knights, stragglers who had been around or those who had made it a priority to attend. As you glanced up, you saw Henry sitting among them. Seeva sat smiling behind him, still a Padawan, their Master sitting beside them. Your insides turned. You were grateful Henry and Seeva had come to show their support, you thought, and even more grateful they were alive. Still, their presence here only shed more light on the absences that were making your heart feel heavier than an entire fleet of starships.

         Anakin turned his head and you glanced over at him, from where he knelt a few Padawans away from you in the line. He gave you a smirk, but dropped his pretense when he saw the look on your face. You felt his thoughts turn to them too, and you sighed.

         There were five other Padawans in the line with you, those who had passed their trials at the same time you and Anakin had. Most of them were much older than you and Anakin were—it was uncommon for Jedi to undertake the trials at such a young age. You knew these Padawans only peripherally. On Anakin's other side, though, knelt Yumi, your other contemporary in this group. She looks proud, you thought gloomily, watching Yumi's smug face and upright posture as Master Yoda continued to read. Missing from the line were two faces you knew should be here with you, being granted the rank of Knight alongside you.

         You missed Eha terribly. The grief held you hostage at random times—when you were training with Master Yuma for the trials, when you were attending tactical meetings, when you were eating dinner in the mess hall. The whole world felt like it was a different color now—like the tone of everything had changed from a lightness you now associated with childhood, to a darker hue, a blue feeling. You pushed these thoughts around in your mind, thinking of the nightmares that had started to come while you tossed and turned. You wouldn't be sleeping in that Padawan room again, you realized. This should be a happy thought—the accommodations granted to Knights were much roomier—but this realization made you feel even sadder.

         Your thoughts turned to the other missing member of this group. You worked your breath in and out, trying to keep your face composed, to keep your Force presence from betraying your sadness. Dallum had, at least, said goodbye to you. You remembered it vividly—the evening after you'd come back from Geonosis, when Dallum had pulled you aside after dinner. He'd been wearing a traveling cloak, and his white saber was stowed in a hidden place. I can't do it anymore, he'd told you. I can't serve under this regime, under these conditions...not now. You hadn't tried to stop him, or tried to convince him to stay. You'd only thrown your arms around him and let the tears stream down your face as you'd watched him walk down the Temple steps under the setting Coruscanti sun.

         "Time, it now is," Master Yoda said, and at this, you raised your head high. You were a Jedi. You knew that it was your job to allow change to come and go—to allow joy and sorrow to exist simultaneously. Only through their union would you find peace.

         Anakin went first. You watched him look back at you as he was called to stand and step forward. His face was giddy—how much these circumstances seemed to suit him, more so than they did you. But, then again, Anakin cared for few people, and all of them—those that were living, anyway—were in this room, beside him. The way he preferred it. Obi-Wan stepped forward out of the circle of Jedi Masters and nodded to Anakin to kneel.

         Both Obi-Wan and Yuma had been granted seats on the council upon the return from Geonosis. Many Jedi had been lost in the battle, including a few Masters with council seats. You thought the appointment fitting—your Masters were among the most skilled in the Order. They deserved seats in the decision-making chamber. You watched as Obi-Wan knighted Anakin with his blue saber, and sighed quietly as Anakin's Padawan braid was severed. Anakin picked it up, looking at it, before walking and standing to the side of the council's circle.

         Yumi was next. You watched as Master Garris stepped down from the elevated seating area, where he'd been watching the proceedings. He stepped forward to knight Yumi, who was glowing, her beautiful angular features alight with pride. It made you happy, to see her happy, you realized.

         The older Padawans were knighted one by one. For each of them, the council stood with their lightsabers lit in a circle, reciting ancient words. This ceremony had been performed for thousands of years. You couldn’t help the sneaking feeling in your gut that these rituals might soon be forgotten.

         "Y/N," you heard Master Yuma call. "Step forward, please."

         You stood and walked into the center of the council's circle. Master Yuma walked forward from their ranks, holding her green saber blade straight in front of her. You knelt.

         Master Yuma, along with the rest of the council, recited the ancient passage. You bowed your head, and felt the heat from Yuma's saber blade as she knighted you on both shoulders. You looked up into her eyes and felt her acknowledgement of your grief, before she quickly and accurately severed your Padawan braid. You watched it fall to the floor. You were a Knight.

         "I for one feel completely ready to lead my own battalion of Clones," Yumi told you after the ceremony, as the new Knights and other onlookers lingered casually. "It's high time we had some order around here."

         You glanced at Anakin, who was talking to Obi-Wan. He glanced back, giving you a sly grin. You blushed.

         "It seems you have other priorities," Yumi continued in her beautiful song-like voice, and you turned back to look at her, seeing a devious smirk on her face. You blushed an even deeper warmth.

         "No—I mean—it's not—" you stammered.

         "Don't worry, small fry. Your secret is safe with me, remember? I'm glad you're finally getting on that," Yumi responded, turning to look at Anakin as if he were a painting she was considering at a museum. "I mean, someone should." If your face grew any hotter, you thought, you'd be able to power a lightsaber.

         "I wish they were here," you said quietly. Yumi's face fell.

         "Me too," she admitted. She glanced at you, and then turned around, walking in the other direction, toward her Master. You sighed. Yumi had never been one for emotions. Great chat, as always, you thought, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

         "Congratulations," you heard someone say behind you, and you turned. Henry stood in front of you, smiling, appearing to you in the Force as polite, respectful, and attentive as he always did.

         "Thanks," you said, and you meant it. You really were glad to see him.

         "Hard," Henry continued, watching you, "not having the whole group here, to see this, isn't it?" You nodded, swallowing. You felt Henry trying to comfort you through the Force.

         "It is," you sighed. "I wish—"

         "Hello, Henry," Anakin bellowed, a little too loudly, stepping slightly in front of you, as if to shield you from Henry's view.

         "Congratulations, Anakin," Henry smiled at him. Anakin did not return his smile. You gave Henry an apologetic look from behind Anakin's shoulder. Henry bowed his head to you, and then nodded to Anakin, turning away. You sighed again.

         "We did it, flea," Anakin whispered in your ear, turning to stand in front of you, his tongue poking through his smile, his joy full now that Henry was gone. Anakin was so beautiful, and so happy—you couldn't help but smile back.

         "We did it," you repeated.

         "Listen," Anakin continued, "I was thinking, tonight, to celebrate...maybe we could go somewhere."

         "Somewhere?" you asked, raising your eyebrows, trying to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip.

         "Yeah, somewhere," Anakin continued, his smile growing. The two of you grinned at each other like children who shared a secret. You would have thought that this...tension between you and Anakin would have gone away, now that you had both admitted your feelings for each other. On the contrary, the energy between you two had only grown, and changed. Your heart started beating faster. "Just the two of us," Anakin added, leaning in closer.

         "Y/N," you heard the voice of your Master interject, and you and Anakin quickly leaned back to a respectable distance. "May I speak with you for a moment?" Master Yuma smiled at you, and then at Anakin, but you felt a hint of apprehension in her presence.

         "Of course," you responded, nodding to Anakin that you would happily continue your discussion later. He nodded back, bowing awkwardly to Yuma before turning in the other direction.

         "Will you walk with me?" Yuma asked, and you nodded, feeling a bit apprehensive yourself. You followed your Master out of the Hall of Knighthood and into the hallway toward the elevator.

         You and Master Yuma had not discussed, with words, your new relationship with Anakin. It was plain and clear to you that she knew almost everything, and it was also clear that she knew you knew she knew. Still, it was as if you had made a pact to keep it subtext. It was less complicated that way, you thought. Now, though, you worried she might finally want to confront you about it, and the prospect of this made you nervous.

         Master Yuma led you into the elevator and pressed the button on the panel to descend. You shifted uncomfortably between your feet. Once the doors closed, Yuma spoke.

         "We need to talk about Geonosis," she said, and you looked over at her, trying to read through the feelings you felt in her presence.

         "What about Geonosis?" you asked, thinking of all that had occurred on that planet, the wonderful and the horrifying.

         "We need to talk about how you reacted," Master Yuma said quietly, "when Eha..." she cut herself off. This is not where you had thought this conversation was headed. You held your breath. "What if Anakin hadn't been there," Master Yuma continued, talking faster now, her voice growing more frantic, "to pull you out of the battle? What if I hadn't been there to ensure your safety? You lost your head completely, Y/N. You allowed yourself to be clouded over by emotion, and it nearly got you killed." Master Yuma's accusatory tone cut through you like a saber blade.

         "I'm sorry," you responded softly, "I just—"

         "I know you are grieving," Master Yuma said gently, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I know that this loss is very hard for you. But you cannot be putting yourself into battle—into positions where you will be in much more danger than we were in on Geonosis—if you are going to react to losses the way you did."

         You didn't know what to say. You knew she was right, of course. You had lost your head completely on Geonosis, in every sense—you hadn't been able to control your impulses at all.

         "I know," you responded. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me...I don't understand..."

         "That brings me to my second point," Master Yuma continued, almost harshly, as the elevator doors opened on the main floor of the Temple. "Though you are no longer my Padawan, and you are no longer obligated to continue your training," Yuma said, walking forward while you jogged to keep up, "I think what happened with Count Dooku is evidence that we have more work to do."

         "In what way?" you asked, confused, trying to keep up with Master Yuma's long strides.

         "You need to be able to halt your own empathic abilities in the Force, when you wish," Master Yuma said, stopping at the end of the hallway in front of a large window that looked out over the city. She turned to face you. "You have mastered the skill of blocking others out of your own Force presence; now, you must learn to stop yourself from taking in the presences of others. You must learn to control your ability to intuit, to turn it on and off, so that when you an encounter a presence like Dooku's—" At these words, Yuma stopped herself, as if her voice had refused to come out. She swallowed quickly, looking out the window as if to calm herself. "If you encounter a Sith presence again, you must learn to stop them from taking hold of your consciousness, the way Dooku has done in the past." You realized, now that she was done with her speech, that Yuma was shaking. You reached out your hand to grip her forearm.

         "Of course I will continue training with you," you replied quickly, your eyes wide. Yuma finally turned back to look you in the face. You felt her concern swelling through her entire presence, and you realized why her tone was so harsh. "You're completely right. I won't lose my head again. I understand what is at stake. I will do whatever you ask of me, to learn greater control of my abilities."

         These words softened Yuma's harsh stare. Her face fell into an earnest look.

         "Dooku could have killed you on Geonosis. Easily." Yuma's eyes shined with the intensity of her concern.

         "I know," you responded. You still couldn't put a finger on it—why Dooku had chosen to take you prisoner in your mind, why he hadn't just killed you when he'd had the chance. None of it made sense.

         "I just want to keep you safe," Master Yuma said softly. "I have always wanted to keep you safe."

         "I know," you said again, throwing yourself into her arms. Yuma stroked the back of your head gently.

         "I do want you to be more open to your emotions," Yuma continued quietly. "I am happy, that you're—that you're allowing yourself to feel." You both knew what she was referring to. You decided to keep silent. Master Yuma stroked your head, coming upon the small bit of short hair near your neck where your Padawan braid had been only moments before.

         "It is weird," Master Yuma said, sighing, pulling away from you. "But you deserve knighthood more than most. I am very proud of you." You smiled.

         "Thank you," you said, breathing these words in deeply. You didn't know what you would do without your Master, without her warmth, her discernment, her kindness. It was like having a whole family, all in one person.

         "I'll leave you to celebrate on your own," Master Yuma said, her smile growing, a twinkle in her eye. "However you see fit." At these words, you blushed deeply.

"Where are we going?" you asked again, giggling as Anakin pulled your hand, leading you through the streets of upper Coruscant.

         "You'll see," Anakin responded, looking back to you with a smile. His beauty would never lose the ability to make your breathing stop, you realized. You put your free hand on your head, trying to keep the shawl you'd wrapped around yourself in place.

         You and Anakin were now of age, meaning you were allowed to roam the city as you wished. Still, tensions had been high since the beginning of the war. You'd been warned not to wander into unfamiliar territory, so as not to worsen the growing anti-Republic—and therefore anti-Jedi—sentiment. You'd settled for donning these shawls as a disguise. Anakin pulled you forward, his hand gripping yours tightly as you wandered through the streets and past buildings.

         "We're here," Anakin said cheerily, coming to stop at a deserted street corner. The sun was just starting to set, casting a golden light over Anakin's features. You couldn't help yourself. You reached up, feeling the place where Anakin's Padawan braid used to be. Had his hair always been this soft? You brushed your hand up to rest it on the back of Anakin's neck.

         "And where is 'here', exactly?" you asked him, glancing around with a teasing tone. The truth was, it didn't matter to you where you were. All that mattered to you was that you could keep inching closer to the person who'd brought you here.

         "You don't remember?" Anakin asked, leaning in toward you, playing your game. These words gave you pause.

         "Remember?" you asked, stepping back and looking around. It looked like any other Coruscanti street corner, apart from the beautiful boy standing in its middle.

         "Okay, not here," Anakin said, his voice evoking a playful banter. He stepped over toward the building to his right, pushing the panel on the wall and lowering a ladder. "Follow me."

         "I believe this is called trespassing," you called up to Anakin as he climbed the ladder, you following behind, laughing.

         "You've done it before," Anakin replied cheekily, pulling you up from the ladder and onto the rooftop, a few stories up. You pulled the shawl off of your head and looked around, squinting in the golden sunlight.

         "Is this...where..." you started to ask, stepping out onto the rooftop and remembering.

         "Where you first experienced the wonders of Felucian Spice? Yes, yes it is," Anakin said, laughing, his face turning downward, giving his smile a slightly maniacal look.

         "Stars," you said, remembering, "that must have been what...three? Four years ago?"

         "This is also the place," Anakin continued, stepping forward to take your hand, "where you agreed to be my friend."

         "I was already your friend," you said, laughing as Anakin grabbed your other hand, pulling you toward him.

         "Not officially," Anakin said, leaning down and smiling without his teeth, his face looking mischievous. "If my memory serves, you also told me to quit bothering you." Anakin pushed his fingers gently through yours. You blushed.

         "You didn't listen," you replied, pushing your lips together over your smile. "You still bother me." Anakin leaned his face in closer.

         "Still want me to stop?" Anakin asked, leaning down and looking up through his lashes into your eyes, pressing your intertwined hands up near your shoulders. You shook your head, grinning shyly, before Anakin pressed his lips against yours.

         After some time, you and Anakin broke apart. Though it had been weeks since your return from Geonosis, and you were starting to get more used to it, you still felt giddy every time Anakin touched you, like you were in danger of melting into the ground. Your whole body felt tingly, your face flushed.

         "There is more in store for this celebration," Anakin said boastfully, dropping one of your hands and pulling you with the other toward the opposite edge of the roof. Here you saw that Anakin had draped a blanket over the metal, and there were a few colored bottles set beside glasses and a basket full of fruit and bread.

         "Is that nectarwine?" you asked, still trying to get your head on after the kiss. You absentmindedly fingered the sea-glass necklace you wore.

         "I want you to pretend," Anakin said, nodding and gesturing for you to sit on the blanket, "that we are still on Levangé. Just for tonight," he continued, laughing. "Tonight there is no war, and everything is as happy and carefree as it felt then, on that island." You nodded, smiling.

         "I wonder how Theo is doing," you said, sitting down and working to uncork one of the bottles. "And Elodie, and Océane!"

         You and Anakin drank and talked and watched the golden sky turn to pinks and purples, and then to blues. The sun set over your city and you couldn't help but feel happy, in spite of yourself. Though so many horrible things had happened, so many wonderful things had happened too. Maybe that's the secret of life, you thought. That good and bad continue alongside each other, and always will.  

         "How did you remember where this place was?" you asked, pouring Anakin and yourself more nectarwine. "How did you find it again, after all these years?" Anakin blushed at this question. You felt his presence turn to memories, memories you hadn't yet felt in his mind. Him, sitting on this rooftop, alone. You felt his answer before he said it.        

         “I came back here, every once in a while. To think.” He didn’t say more, but you felt him dwell on his long years of pining, the years he'd spent waiting for you to return his feelings. You felt his thoughts turn, for a moment, to his previous fears: he thought about how he used to wonder if you’d never want him, about how he used to think he couldn't live one more day without being close to you. You reached over, running your fingers softly over his forehead and down his cheek. He smiled, his cheeks turning pinker.

         "I can't say I wish you'd told me sooner," you said slowly, wanting to communicate how you felt, but not having words big enough to express your feelings. "Because I know you tried. So, all I can say is, I'm sorry. I thought, then, that I was doing the right thing. It wasn't easy for me, either." Anakin turned to look at you.

         "You don't have to apologize, Y/N," Anakin said, reaching his right hand up to place it over yours on his face. His new fingers shifted in his black glove, and you felt fear pierce his Force presence.

         "What's wrong?" you asked, taking his gloved cybernetic hand and wrapping your fingers around it.

         "Sorry," Anakin said softly, looking down, "I know it's weird." Anakin pulled his gloved hand out of yours, holding it up, moving his cybernetic fingers. "I know it's probably not...what you want, to reach out for me and to get metal, to want to touch my hand and touch artifice instead." Anakin's face turned bitter as he dropped his right arm, looking out at the skyline. You felt his insecurity through his Force presence, and you couldn't help yourself. You pulled your body over to where he sat on the blanket, positioning your face right in front of his.

         "Look at me," you instructed softly, and Anakin obliged, looking up into your eyes. "All of you could be replaced by metal, and still, I would love you always," you told him fervently. Anakin's eyes were like glass, like an entire ocean. You fell into their depths willingly. "It is your heart I adore, your very soul," you continued, "not your flesh."

         The feeling that entered Anakin's presence was so intense, so vast, that you couldn't fully classify it. He reached his metallic arm up and placed his gloved fingers behind your head, pulling you toward him.

         This kiss lasted longer than the ones that had preceded it. The two of you fell into each other fully, the stars above you shining down like primordial spotlights, capturing something that would be meaningful even to the gods. You lost yourself in it.

         "Little flea," Anakin whispered, pulling away, breathing quickly, "we can stop, if you want. If you—"

         "I don't want to stop, Ani," you breathed, leaning against him on the hard rooftop and pulling his face back toward yours.

         "Are you sure?" he asked, looking you in the face. You nodded ardently, leaning in to kiss him. You then pulled away, thinking quickly.

         "Unless you don't want—" you started, but Anakin was already pulling your face to his, pressing his body to yours like something missing that had finally found its home. You didn't need him to say anything else—his Force presence was screaming at you, his exact plans and desires apparent in the air as you let his kisses drag you away.

         Afterward, you lay against Anakin, the blankets wrapped around both of you. It was a warm night. Anakin played with your hair, and you looked up at the stars.

         "Lots of things are going to change, now," you whispered quietly, turning to look up into Anakin's eyes. He nodded, understanding that you were referring to something bigger.

         "But some things will stay the same," he replied, grazing his lips over your forehead. "I have loved you always," Anakin continued, "and I still will, even beyond the scope of time and space." You nestled against his cheek.

         "Whatever changes," you whispered into his ear. "I want you to remember..." You paused, and Anakin turned his face to look into your eyes. You smiled. "I love you always," you affirmed softly. "Just as much."

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My Very Soul (Chapter 24)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 23

Warnings: yay :) (fluff) (also should mention Anakin is VERY LIGHTLY tortured but only a tiny bit)

Summary: You and Anakin go to Geonosis to attempt to rescue your Masters; an important shift occurs...(you may want to blast that Birdy song again)

Word Count: 4k

"Anakin," the ghost of a voice rang out, "re-transmit this message to Coruscant."

         The pale form of the hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi rose from both your comm and Anakin's. You'd needed to head out to your ship, to connect to the long-range transmitter. You stood below the ladder that led up to the small cockpit, holding your comm links in your palms, watching the message that your ship had already recorded. Your ship was, at this moment, transmitting Obi-Wan's words to the council chambers, making sure the message hit the ears of the most powerful and respected Jedi in the Order. This was not a live communication, and therefore, you couldn't say anything back to Obi-Wan. Still, hearing his voice after weeks was jarring. So much had happened between the moment you'd left Coruscant and now. You'd almost forgotten your life, your Master, the sound of Obi-Wan's voice, its specific timbre. You felt, rather than sensed empirically, that Master Yuma stood just beside Obi-Wan's holographic form. You wished, in spite of yourself, that she would step forward—that she would speak to you, that you could hear her voice. Your heart flipped inside your chest. How could you return to your old life, now that you felt you had been made into something new?

         "Yuma and I have tracked the bounty hunter Jango Fett from Kamino to the droid foundries on Geonosis." Obi-Wan's hologram paused, as if distracted by something. "It is clear, now, that Count Dooku has been behind the attacks on the Galactic Senate."

         At this, your eyes widened, and you and Anakin looked at one another. I told them, you thought, frustrated, but you pushed the thought aside immediately. You had too much on your mind to dwell in spite.

         "The Commerce Guilds and Corporate Alliance have both pledged their armies to Count Dooku," Obi-Wan continued, addressing the council, "and are forming an...Wait!...Wait!!" Obi-Wan had drawn his saber as fast as light speed, blocking, you saw, blasts coming from somewhere outside the hologram. You gasped. As Obi-Wan backed out of view, you saw Master Yuma, her long braids swinging around her, her lightsaber held high as she too blocked holographic blasts. Both of the Jedi moved out of view, and in their place, you saw destroyer droids walking forward, shooting blast after blast until the transmission cut out.

         You gaped at Anakin, stunned. What had you just witnessed? This could have only occurred mere moments ago—you'd received the transmission when you had been sitting with Anakin, in the underground room that housed the moisture vaporators. Where were Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma now? Had they managed to escape?

         "Anakin," you heard a different voice command, "Y/N." You looked back at your comm, which now showed the hologram figure of Master Mace Windu. "Return to Coruscant immediately. We will handle Count Dooku."

         "Yes, Master," you heard Anakin choke out, and at this, the transmission ended. You stared at Anakin.

         "We can't go back," you said quickly, and Anakin looked up at you, widening his eyes.

         "Are you suggesting," he said, disbelieving, "that we disobey a direct order? For the second time?"

         "Yes," you said firmly, staring him in the face, no hint of insincerity in your voice.

         "Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?" Anakin asked, a laugh gracing his face for the briefest moment. The laugh didn't sound genuine. This situation was just too heavy. In the past few weeks, your life had descended from the normal level of complicated to full and utter chaos. Anakin's dark act sat heavy at the back of your mind, a weight that you tried to push aside. Still, you knew that Anakin's feeble attempt at humor was a good sign. It meant he was still trying. It meant he was breathing in the light.

         "We're much closer to Geonosis than Coruscant," you said seriously. "We need to go rescue our Masters." Anakin was looking at you funny. "What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious. You felt within Anakin a very strong admiration. Amidst all of the tragedy, amidst everything, you felt suddenly buoyant, as if the seaglass around your neck was lifting you into the air.

         "Nothing," Anakin said quickly, and for the first time since you'd left Levangé, his smile reached his eyes. "Agreed. Let's go."

"Are you ready?" Anakin asked you softly as the ship pulled out of hyperspace.

         "As ready as I ever am," he heard you respond. The planet beneath your ship was a darker orange than Tatooine, but it looked just as barren, just as unwelcoming. Anakin flew the ship down low, near to the sector where Obi-Wan's transmission had come from. Anakin pushed aside his darker thoughts—his fears for his Master, his guilt, his worry for you. He tried, hard, to focus on the present.

         "There," Anakin heard you say, and he looked and saw steam rising from vents near what looked like a settlement hidden in the rock.

         "A perfect place to hide," Anakin responded, pulling the ship into the steam. He hoped it was harmless.

         "I know you prefer the, 'guns blazing' approach," you said as Anakin touched the ship down on what felt like a metal grate. "But I think stealth is our best option here."

         "Don't worry, flea," Anakin smiled. "We can do this your way.

         Anakin covered his nose and mouth as he opened the cockpit and lowered the ladder. He gave you a hand and then descended himself, hurrying to the edge of the grate where the steam was thinner.

         "Over here," Anakin heard you call, and he saw you kneeling in front of a hidden door. Anakin quickly got to work on the door panel, pulling off the metal and rewiring, his fingers moving fast. The door opened.

         The two of you crept into a dark hallway. Anakin felt you reaching out, communicating to him in his mind that you should not draw your sabers until it was absolutely necessary. Anakin agreed. He didn't know anything about this place, and he thought it best not to announce your presence with the light and sound that a saber cast.

         Suddenly, Anakin felt you reach out in the dark and grab his arm. Anakin stopped, listening hard, but he heard nothing. What had you felt, that he had missed? Were your abilities picking up on a presence?

         "Anakin," you whispered, and Anakin turned to look at you in the low light. The sight took all feeling from his body, his legs and feet going cold. Your eyes were rolling back into your head, and your body was shaking. He'd seen this happen to you twice before—once on Hoth, and once on Serenno. The fact that it was happening now could mean nothing good.

         "Y/N," Anakin whispered frantically. You didn't seem to have lost all of your awareness. You still gripped his arm firmly, and Anakin saw that your other hand was reaching out for him. He quickly took your hand in his, taking you into his arms, looking around, still seeing and hearing nothing.

         "What is it Y/N? What do you feel?" Anakin breathed quietly into your ear.

         "Horrible...horrible things," you whispered back, your mouth struggling with the words. "He's telling me horrible things."

         "Who is?" Anakin asked, his fear spiking.

         "He's here," you rasped a little louder, and at this, you fell limp in his arms, completely unconscious. The hairs on the back of Anakin's neck stood up, and Anakin felt the change before it happened. Keeping you firmly in his arms, and moving your collapsed figure to the side, Anakin drew his saber with his other hand, blocking two quick blasts that came from what looked like sonic blasters.

         "Y/N!" Anakin shouted, trying to rouse you as he blocked more blasts from the oncoming attackers, bug-like creatures that clicked when they spoke. They descended upon the two of you, and Anakin pulled your body behind his, blocking each blast one-handed with his saber. The sonic blasts, however, did not rebound upon the attackers—the energy was absorbed fully by Anakin's lightsaber, and thus, Anakin was solely on the defense. While holding onto you, Anakin could not take an aggressive attack stance.

         The bugs grew closer and closer to Anakin, and he blocked their blasts cleanly, still trying in vain to rouse you. Suddenly, Anakin heard the sound of dark laughter, and the blasts stopped.

         "So heroic," the man said, stepping forward, clapping his hands together twice. At first, Anakin thought the unfamiliar but foreboding old man was performing a sarcastic applause. Anakin quickly realized, however, that the claps signaled to the bugs to drop their weapons.

         "You must be Dooku," Anakin said, his tone confident, feigning civility, mirroring the man who stepped before him.

         "Your weapons," Count Dooku gestured to Anakin's saber, which he still held high in the air.

         "As if," Anakin spat, looking at the man in hatred.

         "Manners, Padawan," Count Dooku said, looking quite at ease. "Your weapons, or else..." the man trailed off, and at this, Anakin saw the Geonosians behind him put their sonic blasters to your exposed and defenseless neck.

         "What have you done to her?" Anakin asked, his brow furrowed in anger, his heart beating fast.

         "Nothing more than what is necessary," Count Dooku said simply, and Anakin sensed an unspoken truth behind this mysterious man's presence. Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yes, she is a fascinating talent. Which, of course, can create problems for us." Count Dooku laughed, and Anakin shifted his weight so that you were fully behind him, unconscious as you were. "But, in the end, she is nothing," Dooku seethed, and Anakin's anger curled upward inside him, licking at his throat like a flame.

         "How do you know who she is?" Anakin asked, suspiciously, trying to keep Dooku talking so he could find a way out of this that didn't include you in a body bag.

         "I know many things, Anakin Skywalker," Count Dooku said threateningly, stopping in front of Anakin. "Now, your weapons. Unless you'd like this to get...messy," Dooku continued, and at these words, the bugs held their guns cocked at your neck. Anakin was sweating, and he sensed Count Dooku would kill you given the slightest provocation. In fact, he thought it odd, that Dooku had not already attempted to kill the both of you. Clearly, this man was not shy when it came to killing. Anakin sighed in defeat, and dropped his lightsaber on the ground. Count Dooku immediately swept it into his hand using the Force.

         "And hers," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye. Anakin shifted your limp figure back into his arms, and freed the lightsaber from your belt. Dooku collected your weapon in the same manner as Anakin's, and Anakin touched your face, seeing that your eyes were still moving beneath their sockets, still rolling around in your head.

         "Right," Dooku said professionally, as if this matter were beneath him. "Now come with me." Dooku walked forward down the hallway, and Anakin had half a mind to try to run, with you, in the other direction—but the Geonosians were all around, in seemingly infinite numbers, their sonic blasters pointing up at Anakin where he held you in his arms. Anakin saw no choice but to follow.

         Dooku led Anakin through what looked like a factory, and onto a staircase made of rock. As the two men walked, you stirred, your head moving back and forth.

         "Y/N?" Anakin whispered quietly, touching your cheek with his thumb. "Can you hear me?"

         "She won't wake," Count Dooku called from ahead, and Anakin flushed with anger. "Not now, anyway. Your friend is easily distracted." Dooku laughed. Anakin didn't understand. What did he mean, by this?

         The Geonosians pushed Anakin forward with their blasters, down more stairs, through what seemed to be a magnificent rock structure, until they were below ground.

         "Time to part ways," Dooku said harshly, and before Anakin could stop them, the Geonosians were wrestling you out of his arms. You made a soft noise, but remained insensate.

         "No!" Anakin shouted, lunging forward to you, but Dooku quickly used the Force, shooting with his fingers a blue lightning at Anakin. The pain was excruciating—but in a moment, it was over. Anakin gasped for air. He'd never seen anyone use the Force in this manner before.  

         "No harm will come to her," Count Dooku said, and a look of impatience crossed his face. This reaction confused Anakin even more. "The same cannot be said, unfortunately, for you," Dooku continued, shooting Anakin with more Force lightning. Anakin's knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his eyes watering at the pain. When the lightning stopped, Anakin looked up just in time to see the Geonosians carrying your lifeless form out of sight.

         "It's time for us to have a conversation," Count Dooku said menacingly, lifting Anakin's body with the Force. The Geonosians bound Anakin's hands behind his back in restraining cuffs, and Dooku pushed his body into what looked like a cell. 

Anakin panted, hanging in his restraints. Count Dooku circled his form, studying him. Anakin didn't understand. Why was Dooku holding back? Why not kill him? Why carry on with him, in this way?

         "I'm simply trying to understand," Count Dooku said aloud, as if answering Anakin's unspoken question. "What is it about you, Skywalker? Why are there so many whispers? Why must I preserve you?" Anakin didn't understand this speech. What was going on?

         "Why are you killing senators?" Anakin responded cheekily, struggling as he hung, held by the ray shields that kept him vertical.

         "And why is it so important," Dooku continued, as if he hadn't heard Anakin's interjection, "that I incapacitate your friend? Why must she be preserved, and yet blinded?" At this, Anakin was fully lost. His heart gave a pang as he thought of you, being led away by the bugs, your eyes rolling back into your head. Where were you, now? What kind of Force prison was your mind trapped in? Why did this keep happening to you, and more importantly, how?

         "Ah," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye as he circled him. "More than a friend, perhaps? You are too forthright with your presence, Padawan. This is something you must learn to control, if you wish to be a Jedi Master. And yet..." Dooku looked away, as if looking somewhere else, into the future. "What if there is use for you, after all?"

         "What do you mean?" Anakin burst out, unable to keep his curiosity to himself.

         "What if I told you," Dooku said, his tone picking up in urgency, "that you could have what you desire? That under my mentorship, you could have more?" Anakin's insides squirmed.

         "I want nothing to do with you," Anakin sneered clumsily.

         "You could have her," Count Dooku continued, looking maniacal, and Anakin's heart panged once again, as if being tugged from the other end of the string. "The Jedi would never let you marry, but if you want the love of the one you seek..." Dooku sounded almost crazed, his eyes wide. "And you could have power—power beyond anything you have imagined. Together, you and I could destroy our enemies, and make things the way we want them." This speech tore through Anakin like a pact. How could this horrible, evil man in front of him say something that sounded so very much like what Anakin himself had said to you?

         "I would never join you," Anakin said angrily, struggling in his restraints. Dooku seemed to come back to himself.

         "Pity," Count Dooku responded, coming back to his civility, looking Anakin over in distaste. "That you will lose her, the one you love. Yes, I can feel it, Skywalker, I can feel the desire in your heart, the covetousness, the...despair." Anakin's stomach dropped to the floor. "A waste, that she will die, because you were too zealous in your commitment to this dying religion." At these words, Anakin screamed.

         "What have you done with her?" Anakin shouted, wriggling in his restraints. "Let me out of here!! Bring her to me, now!!" Anakin yelled with as much Force command as he could muster, but it did nothing.

         "You are so predictable," Count Dooku spat, "and you bore me." At this, Count Dooku hit Anakin again with more Force lightning, and the sound of his screams rang through the palace of rock.

When you came to, you found yourself collapsed on the ground of a small, semi-dark cell made out of orange rock. You were alone, you saw, as you sat up and rubbed your forehead. Where were you? What was happening? The last thing you remembered, you...

         Dooku! you thought, and you gasped. You remembered arriving on Geonosis with Anakin, remembered walking through a dark hallway until...until you had been led into a dark hallway in your own mind. You remembered now. The presence you had encountered on Serenno, Dooku's own signature in the Force, had not turned and walked away this time. He had greeted you, had led you into his own trap. He had told you horrible things...horrible things about yourself, about Anakin, about the Jedi, about the Republic...and those horrible things had trapped you in a cage, your own consciousness keeping you prisoner. But now, as you tried to piece together that exchange, you couldn't remember. What had Count Dooku told you, in the Force? How had he imprisoned your mind?

         You were shaking. You looked around, felt your belt, but saw that you had no lightsaber. Being without your weapon made you feel vulnerable, naked. You weren't even wearing Jedi clothes—you were still in the senator's garb, which was now dirtied and torn. You stood up, though you were still shaking and covered in cold sweat, and swept the cell, looking in all the corners, feeling with your fingers the place where the rock met the cold metal of the door. You tried to use the Force to open it, but it was no use. The thing wouldn't budge.

         Just then, you heard the vaguest sound of a scream, like an echo of an echo, a tear in the fabric of the silence that surrounded you. It was like you felt the sound in your heart, rather than heard it with your ears. It was a familiar voice. It was Anakin.

         "Anakin!" you yelled, and you banged on the metal of the door. You heard the sound of more screaming, and it brought tears to your eyes. What were they doing to him, to make him scream like that? Where was he? You had to get to him.

         You paced the cell over and over, feeling every inch of the rock. You pushed with the Force as hard as you could, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed impenetrable. You sighed, sweating, shaking your head back and forth. How were you and Anakin going to get out of this?

         You paced in circles for an unknowable amount of time—how long had you been in here? There was no way of knowing. Your brain was buzzing with anxiety, and you paced and paced. Then, suddenly, mid-step, you felt movement. You felt something coming closer, through the Force. You felt someone approaching. The door opened.

         "Anakin!" you exclaimed, half terrified, half relieved. In the split second you had to make the decision, you thought about trying to fight your way through the dozens of Geonosians you saw behind the door, all of them pointing their sonic blasters straight at your heart. But then you saw the condition Anakin was in—saw him being pushed forward into the cell, saw him falling forward to his knees, his arms restrained behind his back. You thought no more of fighting. Anakin could barely walk.

         "Anakin," you breathed, kneeling next to him as the Geonosians slammed the door of the cell shut. It was dark, but you could just barely see his face, and you reached outward, touching his cheeks.

         "Y/N, are you all right?" Anakin asked, and you saw that he was covered in sweat. He looked severely shaken, you noted, but you didn't see any bruises or lacerations, no signs of serious injury, and this calmed you.

         "What? Yes, I'm fine," you said, hurriedly, "Anakin, what did they do to you? Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I'll fix it, I'll—"

         "Are you sure you're all right? They didn't hurt you?" Anakin asked, his body drooping forward, but his eyes alert, looking you in the face, kneeling in front of you.

         "Ani, I'm fine," you said quickly, shaking your head, "but Ani, look at you! What happened?"

         "Nothing," Anakin said, crinkling his eyes in confusion, "Dooku didn't want anything from me. I don't understand..."

         "Understand what?" you whispered, keeping your hands firmly on Anakin's face. He was here. Though your situation was desperate, though there seemed to be little hope of escape, you felt okay, felt wonderful, because Anakin was here in front of you, unharmed. You took in his whole form with your eyes, how sturdy and real he looked, and you felt whole in a way you couldn't describe. It was like the reality of your situation—how precious life was, how easy it might be to lose it—shattered every structure inside of you. You didn't remember, now, why you felt it so important to keep yourself far away from Anakin. Those reasons for not allowing yourself to express how you felt blew away in the wind like they were made of straw. You could no longer pretend you didn't feel the way you did. You felt like you could never let him leave your side again.

         "I don't know. I don't know why Dooku has kept us alive. I don't know what he wants. It doesn't make sense." You nodded quickly, agreeing, but not fully caring. All you could feel was the relief—the relief that Anakin was okay and here with you, if even for one more moment.

         "I don't know if we're going to make it out of this one, Ani," you said quietly, looking at the blue of Anakin's irises, and at these words, tears formed in the corners of your eyes. You felt the weight of the seaglass hanging on your chest. These words seemed to give Anakin new strength.

         "I'll figure this out. I'll..." Anakin said, straightening on his knees, looking around the cell, trying to think. "I'll get us out of here. Don't be afraid, little flea."

         "If I'm afraid to die," you breathed, quietly, "it's only because I'm afraid of being parted from you." Anakin, who had been looking all around the cell, distracted, suddenly snapped his face back to yours, furrowing his eyebrows, breathing in quickly.

         "What?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you, looking confused.

         "Ani, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, I—" you choked, the tears flowing freely now. You kept your hands on Anakin's cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "I was wrong. I didn't understand..." Both you and Anakin were breathing heavily, him hanging onto your every word. You felt in him a tidal wave in the Force, forming in his ocean, beginning to rise. "I thought I could live without you, if I was strong enough, but I was wrong. It isn't about strength, and I can't, I can't live without you near me, I can't take one more breath without telling you—"

         But Anakin cut you off, pressing his lips to yours firmly, and you didn't object. You wrapped your arms around his face and head, and together, the two of you intertwined in the Force, your breath curling around his breath, your soul stringing together with his. The change was irreparable. There was no going back now. There was no going anywhere, not unless the two of you were together.

         You communicated all of this in the kiss, and Anakin responded in kind, his waves crashing inside of him, waves of joy, of oneness, of passion. You felt as if the two of you might still be on Levangé—you were without a care for anything else, anything outside of the two of your bodies, your forms, your selves. The rest of it didn't matter. You were connected, and no matter who might try to attack you, no matter where you found yourselves, nothing mattered as long as this bond was held intact. The Force demanded this of you: that you worship the connection you had formed with Anakin, that you revere this bond with every breath, with every heartbeat.

         Dizzy, you and Anakin broke apart. The smile on his face was unlike anything you'd ever seen, in any lifetime.

         "I love you," you said breathlessly, your smile mirroring Anakin's, "is what I meant to say."

         "I know," Anakin replied, his love for you beaming through the Force like the sun—burning always.

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Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x gn!reader

Warnings: memory loss ~ a couple of swear words ~ sad Bakugou

You and Katsuki had been together for just over a year when he gets the call.

They tell him it had been a quirk accident, a villain losing control when faced with capture. You had been on your way back to your agency, your shift long since over and already running late to meet Katsuki when you had come across a bank robbery in progress. It hadn’t mattered that you should have been back home an hour ago, or that you had plans with the blonde. You were still in uniform, a hero through and through, so you had gone after the robbers, confident that you would succeed and be on your way again quickly.

You had always been a little overconfident though, so sure of yourself and the other heroes you surrounded yourself with. It’s one of the reason Katsuki had even spoken to you in the first place, annoyed when you had shrugged off your teams concerns when discussing a raid on a drug smugglers base of operations. It had pissed him off enough that Katsuki had stayed behind to yell at you, convince you would be a reckless liability. You had proven him wrong though, your confidence well earned and resulting in a dozen criminals in custody. He had been impressed though still angry about your blatant disregard for your own safety, but it wasn’t like you were the first hero like that and he doubted you would be the last.

Somewhen after that things had changed, Katsuki had actually started noticing you, had actually gone out of his way to talk to you and listen to what you were saying. It wasn’t long after that the two of you had fallen into bed together, a late-night patrol ending in a collision of desires and needs that Katsuki wasn’t used to.

That’s all it had been for a while, a couple of months of stress relief and an exercise of a different kind but the more time you spent together the more Katsuki had realised that it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, to waist time that could be spent doing better and more important things. So, he had been upfront and told you exactly what he had wanted. It had shocked everyone when not even five months into knowing each other you had gone public with your relationship, neither you nor Katsuki wanting to give anyone the impression of what was yours was still available.

The two of you had continued at that speed, already moving in together barely six months after you had started dating. Not even hair for brains and raccoon eyes were living together yet and they had been being disgustingly lovey dovey with each other since their second year at U.A. There had been some concerns that you were moving to fast, both of your friends worried that you relationship would burn out and that the fallout that followed would be explosive and not just because of Katsuki’s quirk. Neither of you had seen it like that though, knowing you wanted to be together. You worked well together and the fact that things could go wrong didn’t change that. Yours was no different to any other relationship and neither of you had seen the point in worrying about something that may never happen. So, the two of you had continued forward, happy with your lives.

Things had been pretty good for the most part, sure you had the odd little argument but it was never about anything catastrophic and was normal resolved in a day or two, the guilty party apologising after having either coming to their senses or having someone else tell them they were wrong. Katsuki wasn’t really the best at saying sorry, but neither were you so at least you both knew how difficult it had been for the other. You got on well though, both of you relatively clean and tidy people with few little decretive items that were just pointless clutter in the home. You like the same kind of food, had the same sense of humour and the sex was all kinds of amazing, so it wasn’t like either of you had a reason to complain.

Katsuki was certain he loved you. So certain that he was done with this dating bullshit and planning on taking things to the next level. It’s what he’s planning on doing the night he gets the call, the entire rooftop bar of a swanky hotel blocked off just for the two of you. The rings burning a hole in his pocket, the couple of waiters that had been assigned to them making Katsuki feel on edge from the way they were just stood there staring at him as they whispered amongst themselves. Katsuki knows how it is though, had lost count of the number of dates he had been late to because his shift had run over, never one to leave a job half done just because he had done his assigned hours for that day.

So he waits, glaring at the chilling bottle of champagne and trying not to feel worried as the minutes ticked by but once an hours passed and his well on his way towards having been sat there like some pathetic loser for two hours Katsuki comes to the conclusion that somethings gone wrong.

He’s already got his phone out, your agencies contact information up when his phone starts ringing, a worried sound Ochaco on the other end of the line. He listens long enough to find out what hospital you are at before hanging up and jumping over the side of the building, his palms crackling with explosions as he propels himself through the night sky. He tries not to think about what happened, tries not to imagine the worst case scenarios but it’s difficult not to, Katsuki berating himself for not having asked Ochaco what was wrong. By the time he makes it to the hospital he’s a snarling angry mess, the sleeves of his shirt singed and smouldering, his hair a windswept mess and his tie pulled loose. He looks like he’s ready to murder someone and when he stormed through the buildings doors, shouting your name at the receptionist they are quick to point him in the right direction, everyone moving out of his way as he stomped his ways through the halls.

He finds Ochaco outside your room, can see you sat on the bed and talking to a doctor through the glass behind her. You look fine, still in your hero costumes and smiling like Katsuki hadn’t damned near had a heart attack on his way over. He wants to go in there and start yelling at you for worrying him so much and he would have if cheeks hadn’t grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him from getting any closer to your door. It’s then that he really looks at her, see’s the worry in her eyes and the unshed tears clinging to her lashes. She looks like she’s about to tell a civilian that their loved one didn’t make it, sad and pitiful eyes swimming with remorse. Katsuki hates it, his chest clenching and stomach churning with unease. He looks back at you, still smiling at the doctor as you talk to him, waving your arms around and gesturing with your hands. You look so calm, so at ease, like nothing in the world was wrong and something about that seemed off to Katsuki. It took him a minute or two to realise why.

Every hero who had been in the job for longer than a couple of years got this look in their eyes. One the screamed of everything they had seen and done. It was unescapable. This job took its toll on people, and it didn’t matter if you tried to hide it behind smiles or anger, it was always there. Plain as day for anyone to see if they bothered looking close enough. It was more obvious on some people, especially in those that had survived the war or those that had lived through the ordeal that was not saving someone. That was what was missing, that haunted look of loss and guilt that almost every hero carried around with them. You had had it since Katsuki first met you and though it had mellowed slightly it was still with you, would be for the rest of your life. Or so he had thought.

You had been running from that guilt when Katsuki had first met you. The pain of loss and guilt of failure still fresh and all consuming. It’s strange, seeing your eyes so bright and full of wonder. You look like a newbie, a fresh faced sidekick just out of school who has yet to experience what being a true hero cost. That feeling of unease creeps back up, settling in Katsuki’s stomach like lead and making his hands twitch with the need to do something, anything to make it go away.

Ochaco is vague when he asks her what happened. Katsuki’s leant against the wall opposite your room, eyes still stuck on you and cataloguing every little thing about you like it was going to suddenly be obvious what had happened. She doesn’t know much, had just been passing when she had come across your fight with some lowlife looking for a quick score. His hands had been glowing and despite avoiding them you had managed to corner the fucker, just seconds away from getting cuffs on him. Ochaco had seen it, the panic in his eyes and she had tried to warn you, but she had been too late, a bright white light bursting from his hands and sending you flying. You hadn’t been the only one affected, a handful of civilians caught in the explosion of light but because of how you had reacted when you woke up it had been decided to move you to a private room, away from any other patients. 

Katsuki had asked her what the quirk you had been hit with was, how could he not have but all he had gotten in response was silence. He looks away from you then, eyes narrowed as he stares at Ochaco expectantly. She’s the one not looking at him now, eyes firmly fixed on the floor like somehow that was going to stop Katsuki from pushing. She knows something, something that she isn’t telling him, and he isn’t about to let her get away with it. Ochaco tenses when he advances on her, hands clenched into fists at his side and growling out his demand for her to tell him what the hell was going on. She looks up at him then, with those big watery eyes full of pity and fear. Fear of what Katsuki isn’t sure because Ochaco stopped being scared of him and his angry outburst a long time ago. Her eyes dart to your door, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.

Katsuki feels like he’s on the edge of snapping, his anger and worry threatening to boil over but before he can start yelling at the other hero the door to your room opens and Katsuki instantly forgets whatever threat he was about to make. He snaps his head to the side so quickly that something clicks but he pays the sharp ache no attention as his wide and frantic eyes searches you out. He’s disappointed when it’s just the doctor, Katsuki only just getting a glimpse of you over their should as the doors pulled closed. You’re staring right back at him, brows drawn down in a confused frown that lacks the normal warmth and fondness you normally look at him with.

The doctor is quick to usher them further down the hall before Katsuki can start demanding things or shouldering his way into your room. They don’t make it that far, Katsuki coming to an abrupt stop before they make it into the designated waiting area and demanding he be told just what the hell had happened. The doctor tries to get Katsuki to sit down, to at least go into the empty room for some privacy but Katsuki refuses, demanding once more that he be told there and then what the hell was going on.

The doctor adjusts their glasses and then manages to ruin Katsuki’s life in a few short and devastating sentences.

The villains quirk was called memory eraser, the scumbag able to erase people short term memory with just a touch of his hands. You had managed to avoid that though, keeping clear of his hands but when it had become obvious that you were winning, the petty criminal had panicked and used his ultimate attack, sending his quirk out in a wide circle around him. Those at the edges of his attack had lost just minutes of time, no longer able to recall that they had even been hit with a quirk but the closer to the villain people had been the more time they had lost, and you had been closer than anyone. Katsuki’s voice was shaking when he asked how much you were missing, that feeling of dread back tenfold and threatening to choke him.

Two years. You had lost two years of your life just like that, just because some pathetic extra had wanted a quick escape. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, Katsuki knows that, but two years was long enough for Katsuki’s world to fall apart. Because two years was the difference between Katsuki being ready to ask you to marry him and him meaning absolutely nothing to you.

The doctor carried on talking, Katsuki only half listening as they went on to explain that those who had only lost a few minutes had already gotten those missing moments back and those who had lost slightly more were already starting to remember things though slowly so the likely hood was that yours would come back to you as well. They just didn’t know how long that would take. Katsuki holds on to that, tries to work out from what little information he has how long it will take to get you back but there’s just so much he doesn’t know and until those that had been closer to you begin to remember then Katsuki would have no choice but to wait.

Katsuki stopped listening when Ochaco started asking questions about the civilians that had been affected, his eyes fixed on the door the doctor had come through. There was always a risk as heroes, one that meant that Katsuki could lose you at any moment due to a fight that had gone south, or a sacrifice made to save countless others. Katsuki knew that and had excepted it though he hoped that neither of you would ever have to experience that loss. This though. This was just cruel. To have you healthy and whole but to still lose you all the same.

The truth of the matter was that you didn’t know him any more and he didn’t know you either, well not this version of you anyway. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you. Katsuki couldn’t stop himself from wondering how different you were now to how you had been just this morning. Would you still like his cooking, the way he made your coffee in the morning? Would you still sing along to those god awful songs Present Mic played on his radio show, or even laugh as loudly at Katsuki’s quite frankly rubbish jokes?

Katsuki wasn’t an idiot, he knew you couldn’t have changed that much in two years but there was that worry, that feeling in the back of his mind that you would take one look at him and turn tail and run. That past you, the you that you had been two years ago before you had come here wouldn’t want Katsuki. He had never dealt well with rejection and the thought of you, the person he loved most in the world deciding that he wasn’t worth the effort had Katsuki simultaneously wanting to scream and blow something up or curl up into a ball and wallow in his pain. It’s stupid but you have always invoked an emotional response in Katsuki that he’s never been wholly comfortable with admitting and this doesn’t change that.

He’s pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by Ochaco, the other hero telling the doctor that they were going to put you up in some hotel until everything was back to normal. Katsuki cuts her off before she can even finish talking with a growled out no. Your aren’t going to some shitty hotel when you have a perfectly good apartment to go to. She looked worried at that, trying to tell Katsuki how it could all go wrong for both him and you but he’s not in the right frame of mind to listen and thankfully the doctor shuts her up before Katsuki can start shouting at her, using the antigravity hero as an outlet for all his anger and worry. The doctor surprisingly agrees with Katsuki, saying that it might help your memories come back to you quicker if you were in a familiar environment. Though that was only speculation at this point Katsuki was willing to cling onto that possibility with both hands like a man possessed.

She leaves quickly after that, still obviously concerned about you going home with Katsuki and insisting that he call her if he needed anything. Katsuki brushes her off, slightly offended by her concerns like Katsuki was going to pounce on you the moment he got you alone. When she’s gone the doctor takes all of five minutes to run through with Katsuki what exactly he should be looking out for and what to do if or when you start to get your memories back. The doctor doesn’t show the same level as concern as Ochaco did, but they do stress the fact that to you Katsuki is just some random guy, and you don’t share the level of familiarity with Katsuki as he does with you.

Through gritted teeth Katsuki once again stresses that he knows that. He knows you’re not his version of you and that everything is different now but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still something important to him. He’s not about to leave you homeless for however long this shitty quirk lasts and if things do go south like everyone seems to think they will then Katsuki will be the one to leave. He knows Eijiro will let him crash at his place and if worse comes to worse Katsuki could always sleep at the agency. It wouldn’t be ideal, but Katsuki was more than willing to deal with coffee that tasted like dirt water and a bed that was probably comfy thirty years ago if it was for your sake.

When Katsuki is finally allowed into your room it takes all his effort not to shove the doctor out of the way and check you over himself. Instead, he hovers awkwardly by the door, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers and fingers curled around the ring box that had miraculously managed to stay there in his haste to get to you. He uses it to ground himself, his mind already starting to spiral as you look at him with confusion and suspicion. He stares back, refusing to back down just like always. He waits, hoping that he will see a spark of recognition in your eyes that would mean this nightmare was already over before it even began.

That doesn’t happen though and the longer you look at him like that the worse Katsuki feels. It cuts through him sharper than any blade, his chest aching with it to the point he even lifts his hand to rub over his heart, in a vain attempt to dull the ache. It doesn’t help that you don’t stop staring at him, not even when the doctor starts exploring to you who exactly Katsuki is and why you would be going home with him. Your eyes widen at that, your surprise evident though you are quick to go back to looking at him with a bored indifference.

Katsuki wants to believe your reaction is a good thing, that you are happily surprised by finding out you had managed to bag someone as amazing as him. He’s not that delusional though. He knows that it’s because you were dating at all let alone being so deep into a relationship that you were living with someone. You're not impressed by him, probably don’t even care as the doctor sprouts a whole bunch of rubbish about Katsuki’s heroic deeds throughout the years. Katsuki wants to vomit.

It’s you sat on that bed. It’s you staring back at him, that same face he’s woken up next to almost every day for the last six months but now it’s all wrong. There’s a stranger looking back at him, your eyes cold and calculating when they had been warm and loving just a few hours ago. You're looking at him like you’re trying to pick him apart, strip him down to his basic components and work out why he had become something to you. He hates it, leaves him feeling uncomfortable and exposed in a way that has his skin prickly and heart pounding painfully against his ribs.

Katsuki’s not proud of what he does next, but he can feel himself beginning to panic and the last thing he wants is anyone to whiteness that. So he runs, barely even taking the time to grunt out some pathetic excuse as he stumbles through the door, slamming it closed behind him. He doesn’t stop until he’s halfway out the hospital, following the twists and turned of the corridors without paying any real attention to where he’s going. All he knows is that he couldn’t be there anymore, couldn’t stand to spend a second more under your judgmental gaze. Not when it was coming from you.

He spends a few minutes pacing, hands tugging at his messed-up spikes and muttering to himself a as he ignores the few hospital staff who had been stupid enough to walk down the same small bit of corridor, he come to a stop in. He feels pathetic and useless, running away from his problems like he’s some dumb kid with no self-respect or dignity. Hell of a first impression that was. God, you must be laughing at him, convinced the doctor was joking when he said you and Katsuki were a thing because why the hell would someone like you ever want his pathetic and useless ass.

Katsuki cried out in frustration, dropping down into a crouch against the wall as he curled in on himself in an attempt to make himself as small as he felt. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He had played it all up, talking big about how he would be ok, and he would be able to step up and take responsibility but all it had taken was one look from you, one look filled with distance and coldness and Katsuki had fallen apart quicker than paper in water. He wanted to be there for you, wanted to prove how much he cared not only to all those pointless extras but to you as well, but he didn’t know how he was going to make it through however long this quirk lasted with you looking at him like he was nothing to you.

It felt like his world was falling apart. Like he was being forced back into a time before he had even known you had existed. He was ready to ask you to marry him, to start talking about your future together and hell, he was even ready to start talking about having brats of your own. Tonight was supposed to be the first step towards that and towards making sure all those stupid extras knew that you were both serious about your relationship despite how long you had been together but now he was back at the start, no, he was further back than that. You didn’t even know who he was and him running away like a scared cat was now your first impression of him.

Fuck. He really was a pathetic mess.

The sound of someone clearing their throat cut through Katsuki’s spiralling thoughts, his head snapped up at the sudden noise. He had been so far into his own head that he hadn’t heard anyone approaching and yet there you stood, hand outstretched towards him and looking as awkward as he had felt first stepping into your room. Like the idiot he is Katsuki sits there for a long few moments, his wide eyes darting between your offered hand and your face. Something had changed. Before, in your room your eyes had been distant, cold even but now they seemed to be filled with something gentler, something close to understand and curiosity. It still wasn’t the same as how your normally looked at him, but it was an improvement on before and it seemingly was enough to have the small slither of hope swelling back into something tangible once more.

Grunting Katsuki took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. You didn’t move back, the two of you ending up close enough that Katsuki could feel your breath on his neck. It was close, intimate and was too much like everything he had lost for Katsuki to feel comfortable. Clearing his throat Katsuki dropped your hand and took a step back, his eyes nervously darting around the corridor, so he didn’t have to look at you. Not directly at least.

Once again, he doesn’t know what to do and he can feel the tension grown between you as neither of you make a move to fill the silence. What is wrong with him? Katsuki doesn’t do awkward silences or pussy footing around. No, he’s loud and brash and he doesn’t care what other people think of him. His brash attitude hadn’t been an issue before, Katsuki convinced you had taken some sort of pleasure riling him up at the beginning. So what if you weren’t the person he had woken up to this morning. He knows that you love him and he hasn’t changed all that much since meeting you so realistically the chance of you not at least liking him are slim to none. He needs to step up here, needs show you why the hell you picked him when you hadn’t even been looking for anything thing even remotely romantic in the first place.

Mind made up and feeling more determined than ever Katsuki squared his shoulders and finally looked back you. You’re smiling softly, one eyebrow raised slightly and your eyes glowing with amusement and challenge. It’s familiar but in a good way and Katsuki can’t help but smirk back at you. He jerks his head back down the corridor, telling you to hurry up as he starts to make his way out of the hospital and towards the nearest train station. He catches you rolling your eyes, but your small smile never wavers, so he keeps his grumbling to a minimum.

Katsuki’s not stupid, he knows that this is going to be difficult not just for him but you as well but it will be worth it because its you and Katsuki would go to the ends of the earth and endure unfathomable hardships if it meant at the end of it he could hold you again and call you his. So what if his plans had all gone out the window. This was just a setback, he would have his chance to marry you soon enough but until then he was going to prove that you had made the right choice with him and then when you had all your memories back he was going to spend an hour yelling at you for being so reckless before pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go for the rest of the day.

Katsuki knows that a lot can happen in two years, hell a lot can happen in just a few days and knowing you like he does Katsuki knows that the you here with him now isn’t the same one he had met a year ago that’s ok though because your still you and that’s all he’s ever wanted. Just you. However you will have him.

[xsadbebe]

‘WHEN IT’S COLD (I’D LIKE TO DIE)’ MASTERLIST

Completed

Kirishima x f!Reader x Bakugou

once there was the sun, bright and warm and wonderful, shining like the love within my heart now there’s no more sun, winter has killed everything and although it’s dark december forever, i’ll remember sun

Summary: Love isn’t easy, but after you lose yourself to the dark reality of losing someone you loved, you find that it might be worth the effort for a second chance.

cw: f!reader, reader has a quirk, poly!kiribaku, bakugou is a slut, alcohol, eventual smut, angst, trauma, kidnapping, death experiences (relating to reader’s quirk), hurt/comfort, mentions of cheating, medicated reader, hospital setting, depression, major character death, grief, pregnancy, postpartum depression, death ideation, dark content, adult content - if you are uncomfortable with these themes do not read - 18+ minors dni or get blocked!

Contains: Pro-Hero AU & aged up characters, dark content, set at Christmas for those who don’t want to read or don’t celebrate. This may be a Christmas fic but please read the warnings before you read!!

Total word count: 47.3k

PART 1: DEAD GIRL WALKING - 10.5k

PART 2: GHOSTS IN THE HALLWAY - 9.8k

PART 3: SHADOWS OF THE PAST - 8.9k

PART 4: IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS - 8.5k

PART 5: REVIVAL - 9.8k

© aquadenks | 2022

[xsadbebe]

You or Me - Bakugou x reader

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

Angst, yandere Bakugou themes, violence, not proof read (when is my work ever tbh), etc.

I missed writing for angst.

A notorious villain, a strong and feared one, had broken into the house and held you hostage. When Katsuki came home he could barely control himself enough to realize if he didn’t, you would die to the hands at your neck.

The villain tied ropes around his hands while you were being held by his friend, another infamous villain. They sat you both down with quirk destabilizers. Not that it would do really anything bad for you. You were a civilian, with a healers quirk.The hell were you gonna do with that?

And now you both were being escorted to a portal, which would leave to the lair of the villains.

You looked over at your husband, “Calm down, its okay Katsu.” The sound of your voice had him snapping out of his deathly glare for just a second.

This was probably the most upset he’s been in his entire life so you had to say something. Every fan knew that you don’t fuck with Dynamight. But every person knows you dont fuck with his family.

Katsuki has literally killed villains, despite the “kill only when needed” rule when they mentioned you.

He had murder on his mind and the bloodlust could be felt from blocks away. The mussle over his mouth stopped him from threatening the lifes of everyone they have ever loved.

“Do you need a mussel too bitch?” The red haired villain spoke. You think his name was Port. The more powerful one was Monro.

You spoke before you could stop yourself, “Do you need your ass beat?”

Port laughed at you, “Small fry ’s just like her husband.” “Stop fucking around.” The other one yelled.

Monro walked over and bent down, “I’m a very nice guy, so I wont kill you both. But ill let you choose because either way I’ll kill him in a way.”

Your eyes widened, you knew what he was going to say.

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

All of a sudden you felt cold, terrified. Bakugou’s icy glare was now on you. And oh shit was he mad- no, he was seething, infuriated with such anger that his hands lit up even through the quirk cancelers. You met his eyes and flinched. His whole body shook with anger for not just the villains but you.

The villain laughed at your choice, saying something about this being what he wanted to happen. He said something else about giving you space to chat, because he is apparently such a nice guy.

But you could barely pick out anything through Katsuki’s glare. He was trying to make you submit to him and choose yourself to live.

And before you could even register you were moving, they threw you both into a quirk canceling room and pushed a button that took of all restraints.

He was on you in half a second, slamming you into the wall by your shirt. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing.”

Tears welled up in your throat but you swallowed them down. You had to be strong.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, “I can’t loose you Katsuki.” He grabbed your face and snatched it so hard you gasped. “I’m your husband, the hero! I’m supposed die for you! Its my fucking job!” “Exactly why I can’t let you die. You’re more important than me. People value and NEED you. Im a civilian, I’ll just be another-“ “STOP.” He yelled.

You looked up to see his hand raised at you, balled into a fist. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you so bad you won’t be able to agree to anything he says. Ill hurt you so bad you’ll never wanna look at me again.”

You almost believed him for a second, but then you remembered. Katsuki would never in a million years put his hands on you. You’ve given him many chances but he never indulged. “You wont.”

He grit his teeth so hard that you worried for his dentist. He banged you against the way once more before letting you fall. “FUCK!” He yelled.

He screamed curses as he punched at wall until he bled. He made a large dent but it was no use. But he wouldn’t take that as an answer. He kept punching until you yelled his name and grabbed him hand.

“Stop it, your bleeding. Theres no getting out of here with just your fists. Your gonna need a tank and I doubt you have that up your ass.”

Tears bordered his eyes in fat clumps as he fell to his knees. He layed his head on the floor, “Please y/n.”

He was groveling to you. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, aka Dynamite, aka the #2 hero was groveling to you.

“Please.” He chanted. You grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him up but he was too heavy. “Stop it Katsuki!” If he kept doing this you were gonna cry. He shook his head, “I can’t live without you.” His voice was completely broken. This was an unfair fight.

Suddenly to collars snapped back on and the mussle for Katsuki. He never stopped groveling to you even when the villains came in and laughed at him.

“What the fuck? Your think caught up over a bitch?” For just a second, Monro’s finger ran over your face. And in that second you bit him so hard that his finger came off like a carrot piece.

He kicked you to the floor as he screamed. “YOU BITCH!”

Now he was definitely going to kill you. He put his hand to your face and just before he activated his quirk, you looked at Katsuki. He was breaking out of Port’s grip and trying to get to you. You knew he wasn’t gonna make it, Magma’s quirk causes instant death.

So just before you closed your eyes for good, you whispered an “I love you, so much.” To Katsuki.

Then everything went black. You were dead just before Katsuki could reach you.

[xsadbebe]

daydreaming about husband! bakugo who is too proud to admit that it was he who fell first.

fem! reader, 18+, arranged marriage, husband! bakugo, mutual pining, (but they think it’s unrequited feelings), jealous bakugo, possessive bakugo, dubcon?, dry humping, making out

reblogs are appreciated ~

your marriage had originally been one of convenience, arranged to cease the ongoing conflict that had had your families at odds for as long as you can remember. a year down the line, and it has served its purpose thus far, and yet, the elders have decided that something is missing.

that something comes in the form of an infant-shaped conundrum that dominates the ever growing tension whenever most conversations are steered toward what bakugo fears the most: babies.

he isn’t sure when the initial attraction toward you began to morph into something a little more intimate. the two of you had agreed to share a room—to keep up with appearances, you’d insisted—and each morning, he wakes to find that he’s inched over to your side of the bed, again. eventually, you’d accepted that on most mornings, you’ll somehow end up wrapped within his embrace in the middle of the night, and, so, begins the routine of allowing him to pull you close, long before he falls asleep, just because he likes the way that you warm his fingers.

neither of you dare to acknowledge the fact that—as a man with his particular quirk—it is he who runs a lot warmer than most people.

but then, on one cold, autumn evening, he caves.

recently, your routine has accepted his presence on your short walk home, the memory of the half-arsed excuse he’d mumbled when you’d risen an eyebrow in his direction at the suggestion, now lost to you.

exiting your place of work, your pace quickens when you recognise his burly form, standing rigid as he waits for you on the other side of the glass door, glaring at almost anyone and everyone who dares to curiously peek in his direction. the familiar frown that mars his features is one that you’ve started to long for, and the sight of it has the corners of your mouth tugging upwards, your fingers reaching for the door handle.

immediately, vermillion coloured irises are snapping toward you, fixated to the coy smile that is offered to him, your lips parted to apologise for making him wait, but instead, someone cuts in before you can utter a word, a hand grasping your elbow.

your name is called, a tad hastily, and you turn to the culprit, who happens to be one of the new agency staff that joined your office just the other day. he’s rambling away, all reddened cheeks and eyes that focus on anywhere but you, until they still, locking onto the blonde who now looms at your shoulder.

‘she’s mine.’

the words are spat heatedly, his breath fanning across your temple as he seethes, his hand grasping at yours. he pointedly ignores the way that you gawk at him, wide eyed when he all but drags you away before your poor colleague can even begin to think of a response.

something akin to fire boils in his blood, and he swallows the bitter taste of envy that resides on the tip of his tongue, pretending that his stomach isn’t churning.

the walk home is shortened by his brisk pace, and you’re practically skipping along to match each broad footstep that marches toward his destination. once home, the front door is thrown open, and a hot, heavy palm presses between your shoulders, shoving you past the threshold.

instantly, you’re whirling to face him, something akin to irritation marring your features as the door slams shut behind him.

‘what are you—?!’

it is the taste of him that silences you.

his tongue is as hot as you’d imagined, singing the tip of your own, and scorching the insides of your cheeks. the low groan that he breathes from out of his nostrils is greedily swallowed, your kisses as insistent as his own. he’s pressing you to the wall, wandering hands pushing at the handbag that is draped over your shoulder until it slips, falling to the carpeted floor with a muted thump!

your fingers are buried within the strands of his hair, the texture coarse between your fingers. you tug, and with it comes a choked grunt that is pressed to the curve of your mouth as it forms the shape of a grin. his body wedges yours against the wall, and from where you are pinned, you welcome the press of the fabric of his trousers that have bulged, the suggestive lump between his legs hard between your own.

suddenly, the prospect of creating the heir that the elders are so desperate for isn’t so unappealing.

frustratingly slow, his hips circle, grinding the hard ridges of his length—hidden from your view, much to your frustration—along the plush of your clothed cunt. you’re gasping, tightly clinging to the muscled lines of his shoulders when he hoists you upward, your skirt bunching to your waist as he manhandles you, calloused fingertips grazing along the length of your thighs as he wraps them around the width of him.

‘you’re my wife,’ he hisses into the shell of your ear, the flames of his breath tickling the curve of your cheek. dumbly, you nod, eyes glazed with the hope that he’ll fuck you just as wildly as you’ve imagined. however, despite the fact that you pray that your response appeases him so that he’ll hurry and get on with it, it isn’t enough, and a particularly rough thrust has you squealing, your clit pulsing between your legs as he orders, ‘say it. say you’re mine.’

‘y-yours, ‘suki. all yours.’

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[xsadbebe]

Bakugou Masterpost

NOTE: I’m making this post which will be linked in my Masterpost because there were sooo many links in there that the links just stopped working. Bakugou overwhelmingly has the most written for him - ya’ll love that angry boi, huh? - so his stuff will be in this separate post 

Bakugou:

Long/multi-chapter fics:

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 1

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 2

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 3

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 4

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 5

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 6

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 7

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 8

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 9

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 10

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 11

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 12

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 13

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 14

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Pt. 15

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Final Chapter

“Tedium in Blue” Bakugou x Reader Merman! AU Extra Chapter

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 1

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 2

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 3

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 4

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 5

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 6

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 7

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 8

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 9

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 10

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 11

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 12

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 13

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 14

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 15

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 16

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 17

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 18

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 19

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 20

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 21

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 22

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 23

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 24

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 25

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 26

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 27

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 28

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 29

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 30

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 31

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 32

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 33

“Be Still, Just for Me” Pro Hero! Bakugo AU, Chapter 34

Werewolf! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt 1

Werewolf! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt 2

Werewolf! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt 3

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 1

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 2

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 3

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 4

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 5

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 6

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Pt. 7

“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Single Dad AU Final Part

Scenarios/Headcanons:

Relationship Headcanons

Bakuxou x Reader with reader disliking their own quirk

Bakugou x Reader meeting his parents for the first time

Bakugou confronting Mineta about grossness

Bakugou first date headcanons

Bakugou’s fem! bestie has a crush on Kirishima

Bakugou dating a 2nd year

Bakugou dating 2nd year w/ ice quirk pt. 2

Bakugou’s young sister is kidnapped by villains

Bakugou with a toddler sister that gets lost in the dorms

His crush comes up to him asking for eyeliner tips

Baku with a chill s/o who gets excited over the Wild Wild Pussycats

Bakugou and hero gf as a heroic power couple

Bakugou sees a ghost?

Bakugou sees a ghost girl Pt. 2

Bakugou with ghost girl pt. 3

Bakugou w/ a crush who is like Haruko from FLCL

Bakugou with s/o who was working undercover for the League

Bakugou with soulmate AU

Bakugou w/ 2nd year crush with an earth quirk who sings

Bakugou with a crush on someone who does extreme sports

Bakugou’s s/o is almost fatally injured

Bakugou turns into a TODDLER BBY

Bakugou with bubbly/affectionate crush

Jealous Bakugou gets into a fight with s/o

Bakugou with a wolf quirk male s/o

Bakugou with crush who makes dirty jokes in Spanish

Bakugou with s/o with a yappy doggo

Bakugou with s/o with BIG doggo

Bakugou helps s/o with fear of needles

Bakugou with detective s/o

Bakugou with self-depreciating humor crush

Bakugou jealous his s/o dresses up as a Marvel char and not him

Bakugou with insecure s/o

Bakugou with s/o who goes undercover as a villain

Bakugo with s/o who goes undercover for LoV Pt. 2

Bakugou dating Todoroki’s sister headcanons

Fantasy! Bakugou who spars with male crush for first time

Bakugou with stressed out s/o studying for exams

Fantasy AU! Bakugou falling in love with servant Pt. 1

Fantasy AU! Bakugou in love with servant Pt. 2

Fantasy AU! Bakugou marrying servant Pt. 3

Bakugou forced to do face masks with his s/o

Bakugou with immortal gender neutral s/o

Bakugou with little sister who says his s/o is “too good for him”

Bakugou being soft with his s/o

(angst) Bakugou with sister w/ noise cancellation quirk

Bakugou w/ s/o who has similar quirk to Shindou

Bakugou finds out his s/o can speak another language

Bakugou confessing during his crush’s birthday

No dialogue kiribaku/bakushima angst

Bakugou gets protective/possessive of reader

Bakugou soft dancing with s/o in apartment

Bakugou gets mad at people shittalking s/o

Bakugou with s/o who has chameleon quirk

Bakugou w/ crush who is into animation

Villain! Bakugou falls in love with hero reader

Bakugou trying to teach his s/o how to cook

Headcanons of him and his s/o being shrunk by a quirk

Werewolf! Bakugou with s/o who gets a cat as a pet

S/o does an amazing painting of him

Jealous crush who thinks he’s dating Camie

Bakugo x reader w/ Camie Pt. 2

S/o convinces him to go trick or treating

Bakugo x male reader x Kirishima angst

Bakugou x reader where he finds out he’s going deaf

Fantasy! Bakugo x Modern! reader Inuyasha style AU Pt. 1

Fantasy! Bakugo x Modern! reader Inuyasha style AU Pt. 2

Fantasy! Bakugo x Modern! reader Inuyasha style AU Pt. 3

Fantasy! Bakugo x Modern! reader Inuyasha style extra chap

Fantasy! Bakugo x Modern! reader Inuyasha style extra chap 2

Bakugo x reader like 22 Jump Street

Bakugo x reader who has to wear a quirk suppression collar

Bakugo x reader who can sing and play guitar

Bakugo encounters a mermaid! reader

Bakugo x reader hanahaki disease AU Pt. 1

Bakugo x reader hanahaki disease AU Pt. 2

Bakugo x reader marriage proposal

Bakugo x reader where reader loses their hearing

Bakugo with gender fluid s/o who struggles w/ body image

Bakugo - thoughts on his neck

Bakugo w/ strong but unmotivated reader

Pirate! Bakugo finds mermaid! reader

Bakugo w/ extroverted crush

Bakugo x reader x Midoriya where she has bad periods

Bakugo helping s/o with bad sunburn

Bakugo whose daughter wins the sports festival

Kitsune! Bakugo x Priest! male reader

Model! Bakugo x Photographer! reader

Stripper! Bakugo x birthday girl reader

Villain/antihero! Bakugo saves quirkless reader

Bakugo with a trickster/shapeshift s/o

Reader is jealous of how close Bakugo is to Uraraka

How Bakugo texts his s/o

Bakugo eating spicy hot wings for the first time

Bakugo comforting reader who gets cheated on Pt. 1

Bakugou comforting reader who gets cheated on Pt. 2

Pro Hero Bakugo goes to speak at his daughter’s UA class

Bakugo goes on a date for charity

Bakugo goes on a date for charity Pt. 2

Class goes on Hawaii vacation and he falls for their tour guide

Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima poly ship sparring together

He finds out his s/o used to be a villain

Demon! King Bakugo x Reader Pt. 1

Demon! King Bakugo x Reader Pt. 2

Bakugo is cheated on and Reader comforts him Pt. 1

Bakugo is cheated on and Reader comforts him Pt. 2

Bakugo w/ American s/o who likes to sing and dance

Kitsune! Bakugo protects fem! reader from demons

Fem! reader crushes on Bakugo who admires his determination

Fem! Reader who admires Bakugou’s determination pt. 2

Bakugo finds my “Tedium in Blue” fic and his reaction

You meet Businessman! Bakugo on the train to work

Bakugo’s s/o does aerial silks

Bakugo with blind fem! s/o who can’t swim

Bakugo w/ s/o who has emotion powered quirk

His s/o frames a hole he punched in the wall

Cooking headcanons

His s/o is an undercover villain who falls in love for real

Little Red Riding hood AU, Wolf! Bakugou

His s/o braids his hair

Bakugou and ex are still in mutual pining mode

Mutual Pining Pt. 2

Meets his s/o’s parental older brother for first time

Poly Dragon! Kiri x reader x Wolf! Bakugou

His s/o faints from overworking/exhaustion

Bakugou with sly/indecisive reader

Bakugou with bad girl reader

Bakugou realizing he has a crush on someone

Bakugou with fem! reader who his parents don’t like

Rockstar! AU Lead Singer Bakugo gets swarmed by fans

Male! Mermaid reader who wants to court Aquarium worker Bakugou

Bakugou with s/o who has horrible nightmares

Bakugou gets neck kisses

Bakugou surprises his s/o who normally hates her birthday

Bakugou proposes but they get attacked by villains

Soulmate! Fairy AU with Deaf Reader

Soulmate! Fairy AU with Deaf Reader pt. 2

Canon Bakugou falls into magical Fantasy! AU well to meet s/o and Barbarian Bakugou

Bakugou witnesses his s/o’s bloodbender quirk for first time

“I’ve got you.” and “You don’t have to act like you’re okay” about All Might retiring

Bakugou with gymnast s/o”

Dragon! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt. 1

Dragon! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt. 2

Dragon! Bakugou x Knight! Reader, Pt. 3

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Bakugou + outfits

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To Shape a Home Masterlist

Farmer!Bakugo x reader (Stardew Valley AU)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: slow burn enemies to lovers, few descriptions of reader, Reader is referred to as a nickname throughout, talk of grief, smut (specific warnings for this will be on the labeled chapter), talk of alcoholism and rehab, talk of cancer, talk of the negative effects of smoking

Total WC: TBD

Summary: When your grandfather leaves you the deed to his small farm in your old hometown, you decide to leave your city life behind and care for it in his memory. The town holds potential for reopening old wounds and forcing you to face all your regrets. With one grumpy farmer who seems to have a personal vendetta against you and the bustling metropolis you used to call home behind you, you’re ready to delve into whatever it takes to have a successful farm and find somewhere you can truly call home.

Taglist | Playlist | Ao3

Note: Uploads will be every Wednesday and Saturday! starting Feb 5th!

Summer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Autumn

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 (Coming 3/9/22)

Winter

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Spring

Epilogue

Meet the Farmer:

character sheet by @bakugotrashpanda

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Play Away: Masterlist

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Complicated Relationships, Minor Violence, Smut. Word Count: ~ Status: In Progress.

Summary: When your boyfriend, Bakugo, admits to kissing Kirishima your relationship is put on hold. Just as well Sero is there to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Okay, here we go: Second time lucky. Big thanks to @mindninjax for breathing faith back into both me and this piece. She is the light of my life and the heart of all creativity. Thank you for always being a listening ear.

I’m not planning on keeping any upload schedule, so I have no idea when part two will be out; but - it will probably be another 10-15k + so bare with me, please!

Chapter List

◾️ Prologue ◾️ Part One ◾️ Part Two ◾️ Epilogue

-> Masterlist

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My little zombie killers

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BNHA Boys | My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission Intro

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Here’s Bakugou! “ψ(｀∇´)ψ

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