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Looking for Bakugou x reader fics involving the beauty pageant!

I’ve read some fics where Y/n enters the beauty pageant at the UA cultural festival, but didn’t save any. If you know of any, please comment them! 🙏

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Can I request a Bakugou x reader where the reader is Kirishima’s younger sister. Kirishima has made it super clear that you’re off limits to all his friends, but Bakugou can’t help himself from falling in love with you (and maybe thinking of you when he touches himself in the middle of the night…) Thanks!

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Little sister (Bakugou x fem reader)

Summary: Bakugou has the biggest crush on Kiri’s little sister. But she’s totally off limits.

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Bakugous POV:

I’m sitting in Shitty hair’s living room scrolling on my phone waiting for him to get his gym stuff together.

I wish he’d had his shit together already. I’m dressed and ready; gym shorts and a black shirt, with everything I need in my gym bag.

I hear footsteps coming from the stairs and I look up thinking it’s Shitty hair.

“Bout time-” Woah.

“Oh! Hey Katsuki.” It’s Kirishima’s little sister in the smallest shorts known to mankind.

For as long as I’ve known Kirishima, I’ve known that his little sister is off the table.

“Hey, how you doin’?”

She’s younger than me and shitty hair, but god she doesn’t let that stop her.

She’s definitely smarter than him. Prettier too.

“I’m good, you going to the gym?” She nods to my outfit and bag.

“Yeah just waiting on shitty hair.” I say gruffly

She giggles and it’s music to my ears. I scowl at the floor to hide my blush.

“I’ve been thinking about going, you think you could teach me a couple things?”

Boy could I. “Uh-“

“Hey man, you ready?” Shitty hair asks while coming down the stairs.

He narrows his eyes at me and his sister, looking between us like I’ve done something.

“Yeah man, I’m ready.” We walk to the front door and I look behind me.

“Bye.”

I hear her quiet voice just before the click of the door.

Shitty hair zeros his eyes in on me. “She’s off limits. To every one of my friends. She’s the only thing I don’t play about, man. You know this.”

I shrug it off. “Yeah man, I know.”

“Good."

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I get home after the gym with shitty hair. God I could not focus after our talk. I hear them in my head while I turn the shower on.

"She's off limits."

"You think you could teach me a couple things?"

I step in and run my hands through my hair. God what am I thinking? Her in those tiny sleep shorts, thinking about her in the gym squatting with me spotting her from behind.

I let the water run over my face to calm myself.

I know I'm hard just thinking about her. She's gorgeous and she keeps up with me and Shitty hair.

I wrap my hand around my cock and give it a few slow pumps.

She smells like heaven, sometimes I can smell her ambrosial sent on Shitty hair.

Her body is perfect, perfect in every way.

I lazily stroke myself.

This is wrong. This is against the bro code, it has to be; but god the thought of her.

I move my hand faster, putting the other on the shower wall to hold myself.

An image of her naked and underneath me flashes through my mind.

"Fuck." I feel my hot release on my hand.

I close my eyes and imagine her once more before I finish showering.

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I finish my shower and towel dry my hair. I throw on a pair of sweats and grab a book before laying in bed.

Just as I'm about to start reading I hear the ping of my phone.

From: Beautiful girl 💕 9:03pm Hey, are you awake?

My face scrunches up in confusion. Why is she texting me?

To: Beautiful girl 💕 9:04pm Yeah. What's up?

From: Beautiful girl 💕 9:04pm Would you maybe take me to the gym? I really wanna go but I know nothing.

I think about it for a minute. I want nothing more then to be in her presence.

To: Beautiful girl 💕 9:06pm Shitty hair might not like that, beautiful.

From: Beautiful girl 💕 9:08pm We don't have to tell him...

I smirk and shake my head. I type two words.

To: Beautiful girl 💕 9:09pm I'm in.

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Notes: Thank you so much for the request. I think this should have a follow up of some sorts. Lmk what yall think!

Maybe we should get a snippet of them at the gym. 💪

Or Kirishima spotting then on a date. 🫣

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Looking for a Bakugou x reader blog

I’ve been a fan of @Kingkatsuki for a while, but it says their blog has been deleted. I found a link to their old blog, but it doesn’t have all of their fics. Does anyone know what happened and if there’s any way to view the deleted blog?

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Link to my Ao3 fic!

I think I’m going to eventually turn this blog into a space for fanfiction writing, but if you’re interested in reading what I already have, here’s the link to my Ao3!

I’ve been working on a Bakugou x reader story for a few years called “I’ll Save You”, and it’s about 2/3 of the way finished so take a look if you’re interested

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47648677/chapters/120099643

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Looking for good “love at first sight” bakugou x reader fics

They can be short or long, just anything where Bakugou immediately falls for reader when he meets her. Comment your suggestions!

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Recommendations for fics?

I love Bakugou x reader fics where the reader has a protective older brother, esp if the brother is Bakugou’s friend. Anyone have good recs? I feel like I’ve read all of them at this point and need more

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Looking for a bkg x reader author

They did a lot of smaus, and they recently finished one that was Bakugou x crime podcaster reader. They also had a hockey one, one where (Y/n) was a model, and a few others

Pls drop their name or one of their fics if you know it!

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Katsuki request!!!!

Can you do a short comfort fic where reader is having a hard day and Katsuki comforts her by cooking her favorite food and cuddling and kissing and all that fluffy stuff🥰😊😍

The day had been unbearably long. From the moment you opened your eyes, it felt like everything was going wrong. The alarm clock blinked furiously at you, two hours past when it should have gone off, leaving you scrambling to get ready. Work had been no better — emails piling up, deadlines breathing down your neck, and your boss’s voice ringing in your ears with every misstep. By the time you got home, the weight of the world seemed to rest squarely on your shoulders, pressing you down into the couch, tears stinging the backs of your eyes.

You kicked off your shoes, letting out a long, shaky breath. The apartment was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Katsuki was probably still at work, training, or maybe out patrolling. You hadn’t even had the energy to text him all day. Usually, he was the first person you messaged when you were struggling, but today had been too overwhelming. You pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face in them, trying to breathe through the tightness in your chest.

The sound of keys jingling pulled you from your thoughts. The door creaked open, and you heard heavy footsteps before the familiar scent of Katsuki filled the space. You didn’t lift your head, not wanting him to see the mess you were right now. But of course, he noticed right away.

"Oi, what's wrong?" His voice was gruff, but underneath, there was a softness that he only ever showed to you. You felt the couch dip as he sat beside you. “Why the hell are you sitting here like this?”

You didn’t answer at first, not trusting your voice to keep steady. Katsuki was patient, at least when it came to you. He waited, eyes trained on you, assessing everything. Finally, you looked up, your vision blurry.

“It’s just been a bad day,” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

He let out a quiet ‘tsk,’ his red eyes narrowing slightly. “A bad day, huh?” He didn’t push for more details, not yet. He never did. Katsuki knew better than to force you to talk when you weren’t ready.

Without another word, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. You heard the sound of pots clanging, cabinets opening, and something sizzling. For a moment, you were too tired to care what he was doing, but the delicious smell began to fill the air. Your favorite. Katsuki always knew exactly what you needed.

You didn’t move from your spot, though. Even the thought of getting up seemed like too much effort. Instead, you let the comforting sounds from the kitchen wash over you — the steady rhythm of chopping, the soft bubbling of something simmering on the stove. It was like a lullaby in the chaos of the day.

After a while, Katsuki’s voice broke through the haze. “Come here.”

You blinked and slowly lifted your head. He was standing by the counter, a small, proud smirk tugging at his lips. He looked a little messy, with flour dusted on his apron and a few strands of his spiky blond hair falling into his face. But his eyes were soft, the usual sharpness in them dulled by concern.

“C’mon,” he urged again, his tone a little gentler. “I made you somethin’.”

Reluctantly, you stood up and padded over to him. The smell was even more intoxicating up close. Your favorite dish, prepared perfectly — it always was when Katsuki made it. You were about to grab a fork, but he stopped you, placing a hand on your wrist.

"Sit down first, idiot," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words. He pulled out a chair at the small kitchen table and gestured for you to sit.

Once you did, he set the plate in front of you, and you swore it looked even better than usual. Katsuki sat beside you, not across, like usual. His knee brushed against yours, a subtle reassurance that he was right there.

You took a bite, and immediately, a small sigh escaped your lips. It was perfect — warm, comforting, the flavors wrapping around you like a hug. Katsuki watched you, his intense gaze never leaving your face, like he was waiting for your reaction.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you said softly, your voice still shaky from earlier, but the food was starting to thaw the ice that had settled in your chest.

“Shut up and eat,” he replied, but his hand found its way to your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “You looked like you needed it.”

There was a quiet between you after that — not awkward, not tense, but comfortable. You ate in silence, and he stayed beside you, his presence alone grounding you.

Once you finished, you felt a little lighter, like the weight on your shoulders had lifted, just a bit. Katsuki stood and cleared the dishes, not allowing you to move an inch.

When he came back, he didn’t sit down again. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared at you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just been a hard day. Nothing really to talk about.”

“Tch. Like hell there isn’t.” He grabbed your hand, tugging you up from the chair and into the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you down beside him. Before you could protest, he had you nestled against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you securely.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said, his voice low and rumbling against your ear. “But you’re not gonna sit here and keep it all in either. That’s not how this works.”

You curled into him, the warmth of his body chasing away the last remnants of the day’s stress. His arms were tight around you, but not uncomfortably so. They made you feel safe, protected, like nothing could touch you as long as you were in his embrace.

Katsuki wasn’t much for words when it came to this kind of thing, but his actions always spoke louder. His hand found its way to your hair, running through the strands with a gentleness that contrasted his usual rough demeanor. Every so often, his lips would brush against the top of your head, soft and fleeting, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to kiss you right now. You shifted a little, pressing closer to him in response, silently letting him know it was okay.

He let out a soft grunt, his hand trailing down your back now, tracing comforting patterns on your skin through your shirt. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured. “Whatever it is, whatever happened today — it’s over. You got me now.”

You buried your face in his chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing you more than words ever could. Katsuki always knew how to make you feel better, even when you didn’t have the energy to explain what was wrong. He just knew.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He let out a low growl, tightening his hold on you. “Don’t say shit like that,” he muttered against your hair. “You deserve every damn thing, and I’m not goin’ anywhere. Got it?”

You nodded, feeling the first real smile of the day tug at your lips. Katsuki wasn’t always great with affection, but when he did show it, it was overwhelming in the best way. He kissed the top of your head again, lingering this time, his breath warm against your skin.

For a long time, you stayed like that — tangled together on the couch, the world outside fading away. His fingers continued to trace gentle circles on your back, and eventually, his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.

After what felt like hours, he finally spoke again, his voice low and filled with that quiet determination he always had when he was looking out for you. “Tomorrow’s a new day,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And if it’s shit again, I’ll be right here, makin’ you food and holdin’ you like this. Every damn time.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to press your lips against his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He grunted in response but squeezed your hand a little tighter. “I love you, dumbass. That’s what I’m here for.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and for the first time all day, the tightness in your chest completely melted away. You kissed him softly, and this time, he kissed you back with the kind of tenderness that always caught you off guard. His lips were warm and firm, but there was a softness in the way he moved, like he was trying to tell you everything he couldn’t say out loud.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you. “Get some sleep,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You nodded, feeling exhaustion start to pull you under. Katsuki shifted, pulling you down so that you were lying against his chest, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. He kissed the top of your head one more time before settling in, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

And for the first time all day, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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Looking for a Bakugou x reader fic

it’s a oneshot that I think I originally read on Ao3. Class 1-A is assigned to guard a fancy event, but Y/n isn’t with them. When they get there, Bakugou sees y/n in a fancy dress because she was invited to the event. They eventually dance together. Overall pretty fluffy, not much beyond that

Lmk if you know what it is!

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I Voiced A Scene From Voltron Force cause i'm bored. Since I loved this show, I decided that I did a Voiceover, I tried to add to Youtube and it got blocked, so I decided to put this here! ^^. CW: Swearing

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HE DIDNT ANTICIPATE THE EFFIGY

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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Small idea for a short bkg work

so you and bkg have been dating for a while but haven’t rlly done anything sexual bc you want to wait and he’s being a gentleman about it. But u make him so turned on, even when ur literally doing nothing. So he has to jerk off every single day and one day you catch him in the act. Maybe some dry humping or smth else after idk

Mayn ive been so busy but this is such a good concept. Thank you for your patience.

He’s gotten used to his hand now and it’ll stay like that until you’re ready. He doesn’t wanna pressure you into anything. It’s really hard for him though because everything you do has him excusing himself to take care of his raging boner.

Today was the worst day of it all. It was the day that you had finally invited him over after your five months of dating. It was a good day until he became hypersensitive to everything you were doing. He was doing perverted shit.

He took a shower and smelled your shampoo. Then he started thinking about what you looked like when you wash. The suds running down your tits, the loofa going in between your legs. Fuuuck he wants to be that loofa. Needless to say, he turned the water ice cold.

He almost came in his pants when you bent over to retrieve his phone that he dropped. You were wearing shorts, you never wear shorts. He was glad for the hoodie you were wearing. If you were wearing anything less than that he’d pounce on you.

He literally got hard when you stretched. He didn’t know if it was the sight of your shirt riding up or the little moan you let out. The blanket that was draped over the both of you was saving him.

Until it wasn’t.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

He was semi-hard but just you asking that made him grow solid. It was a long while of silence before he spoke. He didn’t wanna say no because this was a big step for you but he also didn’t wanna say yes because it might make you uncomfortable when you sit on his hard cock.

“I…”

“Please?”

That beg was all he needed to be convinced. He nodded at you and you climbed happily into his lap. He had to suppress a groan when the pressure laid against him.

He couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore. He felt like a horny teenager breathing in your scent like it was his only supply of oxygen.

Imagine his surprise when you slowly start grinding against him.

He almost explodes the whole room at the first thrust of your ass onto his clothed cock.

“Is this okay?” you asked.

Damn, it was more than okay. He couldn’t even answer, throwing his head back and groaning. You took that as an invitation to keep going. Angling yourself to grind your clit against his length.

He came faster than he wanted to.

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I have a Bakugou x fem! reader request if you’re willing!

so reader is really smart but disguises it at school because she’s afraid people (especially boys) will think she’s stuck-up and unattractive. But Bakugou sees through her act and likes how smart she is and asks her out in his own Bakugou way.

Preferably fluff but suggestive bc Bakugou is turned on by smart women ;)

thanks!

Smartass | K•Bakugo

Includes : Fluff

Warnings : none

A/n: Apologies for only getting to the requests months later :), I've got quite slot on my schedule.

Exhaustion wouldn't even be able to explain how you felt after an all nighter, studying your ass off for a biology test after all you've done the past week is hang out with your friends who could care less about good grades.

Being in this highschool meant that you would be classified as a nerd if anyone knew about the lengths you go through for a perfect score, so naturally you did everything you could to avoid that.

You never bragged or showed anyone your scores, you never raised your hand in class even if your mind was tearing you apart for knowing the answer, and because of this no one had gotten suspicious of your actions because you were sure to attract as little attention towards yourself as possible.

Though, at least that's what you thought.

You were convinced that you fooled everyone but, unbeknownst to you, there was always someone watching you from the corner of your eye.

Bakugo Katsuki, the only person in your class who found your behavior suspicious.

Occasionally he would pass by while you're talking to your friends in the hall and overhear you claim that you didnt study for the test. Though it would be a different story when he got a glance of your perfect score from where he sat behind you.

Today was no different, because as soon as you got your paper you flipped it upside down before a look of dissapproval crossed your features. It made his blood boil. Why would someone as smart as you not want to show off their skills to the world?

"We're going to have a class project" The teacher spoke out, "As you all know we're going to the aquarium next week-."

Various complains could be heard by some of the students and you tried to refrain from showing your excitement.

The idea of biology made you feel giddy inside. You were just imagining how calming it would be like to be in the presence of so much aquatic life, in the dimmly lit hues of the water cascading all around the building.

"As I was saying.." She cleared her throat and everyone went silent. "I'm going to be putting you in pairs"

Your heart dropped.

She had to be joking right?. The people in your class had to be the laziest people you had ever met in your life, and there was no way you were going to be stuck with them for a whole day.

Every group project you've been in, there would always be only one person who did the the work, while the others would slack off, and that person was you.

Nobody ever handed their assignments in on time or even took it the slightest bit of interest. You played along with their act, fearing that they'd judge you for being a goody two shoes if you spoke up. In your own time you'd sit by yourself to finish the project and of course they'd take all the credit. They always take the credit.

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you flinched.

"You dreaming in class?" He scoffed, staring you down with his crimson eyes, His face held a neutral expression, and could feel from his aura that he was trying to read you.

"Katsuki Bakugo" you said in acknowledgement, averting your eyes from his to break the somewhat intense staredown.

"Y/n L/n" he tilted his head, not once looking away from your face. "Pair up with me"

You looked at him with shock, was this the same Bakugo who always wanted to work by himself because 'everyone else is weak', now standing at your table demanding you to work with him?

You never really spoke to him in class, but often you'd find yourself staring at him whenever you had hero training. He was always so focused and well calculated. On the battle field he's better than you in every aspect.

He was smart, possibly even smarter you, so why did he need you on his team when he'd just fine by himself?

"Um, why me?" You you're voice wavered.

"You're one of the only idiots in this class who actually put in the effort"

Your eyes widened and you stared at him to search for any sign that he was joking, but he wasn't. Could this mean that he was one of the people that actually acknowleded your hard efforts?

"What you're what you're talking abo-"

He cut you off before rolling his eyes. "You can't pull that clueless act shit on me and you know that."

You avertes your gaze and he continued. "You get a perfect score on almost every test, yet you don't tell anyone that cause you don't wan em to know you're a smartass."

He would rather much have to work with you than the other people in the class, considering you always take the number two spot regarding academics. He's always right ahead of you, scowling in first place, but hell- even he had to admit that there was nothing hotter than a smart woman. If anything he wanted to see this smartness up close, test the limits, and see just how much of your intelligence you were hiding from everyone else.

Don't get him wrong, he loved getting first place, though it wasn't really worth it if his opponents weren't going to give him a challenge. He wanted to fight for his place, give blood his blood sweat and tears for it.

And what better way to do that then get his academic rival pumped up?

You sighed in defeat and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. "We'll have to do research, you free after school?"

He looked away slightly bashful as your fingers brushed against his to type in your number.

"Yeah I am, did you have any place in mind?"

"The cafe two blocks down, afterschool" he said abruptly and turned to leave but stopped when you spoke.

"I don't know where that is" you said softly.

"I'll walk you there after school" he replied, a tiny hint of nervousness coming from his voice.

He needed to end this conversation or else he was gonna end up looking like a tomato from all of this blushing. He practiced this conversation a million times in his head and even that wasn't enough to prepare him. Hearing your voice address him did things to him that nobody would ever understand. The look of your sweet gaze directed to him was more than he could ever ask for.

This class project was a great excuse for him to get to know you better, but you didn't need to know that.

It would've been embarrassing if you noticed him acting all weird, but luckily you were too trappped in your own little world to notice.

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A/n. (again) : Focused on getting requests out :)

See you all on Friday.

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Bakugou x reader request!

can u do a college AU where bkg and YN have dorm rooms next to each other. One night bkg and his friends/bandmates are playing music and YN angrily knocks on their door to tell them to shut up so she can sleep. Bkg is like “whoa” bc no one’s ever spoken like that to him. So he develops a crush and starts to pine after YN in their classes.

Tysm!!!

It had been a rough day, and all you really wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep.

But apparently, your dumbass neighbor was bothered by this. He blasted music with his roommates for what felt like forever. After a while, you finally got sick of the wall shaking noise and got up to confront him.

At first when you knocked he didn’t hear you. So you kept knocking progressively louder until the force was shaking the door.

He swings the door open, an annoyed look on his face. “What?!” He spat.

The audacity of him to be giving you attitude when he was the one blasting music like it was a concert hall! You almost ground your teeth into dust as you told him to turn his damn music down. You began to cuss him out, throwing all sorts of colorful words out there. You were so furious you didn’t even get a proper look at him.

After you gave him a piece of your (tired) mind, you stormed away with your arms crossed.

After that day, Katsuki wanted you to be his. He constantly pinned after you- in his own way, of course. And his flirting? Top notch.

He would steal your shit then return it once you were panicking about it and say he found it. You eventually caught onto this one and cussed him out AGAIN.

He would try to buy you lunch, to which you would always decline. And then he would try to sit by you and you would go eat off campus. And when he tried to follow you, you’d call him a creep and drive off.

Halfway through this L rizz he decided he needed a new tactic. He realized he couldn’t rush it so he slowly came into your life. He shared his interests with yours, gave subtle touches, and he NEVER blasted his music.

As for you, you started to like him like he liked you.

After about 5 months, you two started dating. And then you started blasting music together.