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Caught in the Act (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

So… this is technically like half of the request but I had way too many ideas for this (and its already long as hell. oops). I’m only doing one Bakugou cheating scenario on this page so go big or go home, right?

I also saw that this blog  that I made like two weeks ago has like 100 of you guys following it wtf?! So to celebrate, I’m making my first actual series an interactive one! The following chapters will be very short (besides this one, she thicc), but each will have a question at the end that will determine the events of the next chapter! I made an account on OpinionStage where you guys can vote on through Tumblr, so hopefully at least one of you is excited.

Part two (the other half of this request) is where this fun will begin, so stay whelmed.

Fuck this site for making me repost this :)

Love you guys

HnM💕

Warning: Don’t read this to your fucking kids

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Essentially, your girls night for the week had been, in lack of better words, a shit show.

The brisk, fall air pierced your skin, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth. You didn’t even want to touch your sticky filth.

You just wanted to run home to your Bakugou– he was all the warmth that you needed and more. More than anything, you wanted to forget about the foul man that had assaulted you at your now ex-favorite club.

A frown momentarily sneaked its way onto your face to corrupt the brave expression you had held in front of your girlfriends,

“Hey” you had raised your hands to halt your friend, “Don’t do something ridiculous! I promise I’m alright, Jirou!” You had begged her when she had prepared to fight the man as he grabbed your arms. You had already politely asked him to back away from you after he tried to grind himself against you. He called it dancing—you called it sexual harassment.

The nightclub security had already been watching this man and immediately closed in on him to escort him out of the club as soon as he moved in towards you. But it must not have been fast enough.

Everything happened so rapidly that you could barely blink in time before you were drenched in a sticky liquid. Still, you kept a calm expression on your face. Your friends’ careers as heroes depended on how calmly you acted,

“No, it’s okay! I needed to head home anyway!” you had argued with your girls after the man had thrown his drink at you. You tried to bring a smile onto your face as the slight sting of the alcohol penetrated your eyes, “Bakugou will pick me up,” you blinked heavily.

Of course he wouldn’t pick you up in front of the club.

No, that would just be a disaster waiting to happen.

He would more than likely blow the entire place up once he found out what had transpired.

However, after the fourth failed attempt at calling Bakugou, you had given up. It was honestly a stretch anyway. He barely made it past nine o’ clock most nights, and it was well on its way to midnight. You could see your breath as you gave off a heavy sigh, but you never faltered in your steps.

You just wanted to go home to your man, clean your pathetic ass in a hot shower, and forget other men existed in this world.

You groaned to yourself as you remembered how late your guys’ roommate, Kirishima, would stay up in the front living room playing video games—the same front living room you would have to sneak past to make your way to the sanctuary of your shower.  

You opened the front door as quietly as you could and prodded your, matted, liquor-contaminated head into the threshold of your home. You probably looked like a wild animal as you scrunched your eyebrows and stared at the dark living room for a while before finally building up the courage to tiptoe towards your bathroom.

You didn’t even want to go to your room in fear of interrogation from a very sleepy, very pissed off Bakugou.

Better not poke the bear. Better just wash the stink and sins away and keep it moving like nothing had happened.

Kirishima not being awake on his Xbox for once was a blessing on a normal day, but today it was truly god sent. Hell, even Bakugou not being able to pick you up might have been a blessing in disguise—or so you thought.

As soon as you turned your shower off you heard it– a steady, creaking noise.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself as your face crinkled upwards in disgust. Kirishima hardly ever brought girls home, and when he did, he was as quiet as a mouse with them. In fact, you hardly even knew the women were there until the next morning when they awkwardly wobbled out of the apartment with their heads tucked down.

The pace of the creaking sped up and the smack of the headboard joined in a repetitive thudding, causing you to freeze in place.  Breathless feminine moans joined the little musical number in increasing volume for short while before they became more ‘shrieky’ in nature.

A grimace fell upon your expression, “What the fuck?” you once again mouthed. You quickly snatched your towel and wrapped it around you with haste as you tried to run from the unholy concerto that was being orchestrated in your room.

Wait.

Your room?

Your room was the room that was connected to the bathroom walls—not Kiri’s.

It was in that moment of realization that you heard the moans return, this time a gruff male voice joined the duet,

“Shit!” The moan was drawn out until it faded into a heavy, guttural groan.

You paused again as your heart dropped deeply into your chest. You stretched your hearing and waited for his voice to appear again over her constant whines, “Just like that, baby,” his voice reemerged as he groaned deeply. Your heart harshly reminded you of its existence as it lurched suddenly.

That sounded like Bakugou.

But it had to be a mistake. You rehearsed this thought repeatedly as you sped to your room as quietly as you could—your mind racing even faster than your legs. Your Bakugou was sound asleep in his bed like he was this time of night every night. He was sound asleep and stretched out on his side of the bed with the lights off and with a sock thrown over the flashing light of his work desk computer—he hated that light at night.

You faltered as your hand stuttered uncontrollably toward your door handle. Bakugou’s never even looked at another woman before. It took him years to throw even you, his current fiancé, a second glance. He would never in a million years be on the other side of this door with another woman making those ungodly sounds.

Sounds you hadn’t heard in months.

It had to be Kirishima you tried to convince yourself as you gently twisted the door handle, ‘Please god, he just went into the wrong room,’ you prayed as you threw the door open.

Every single muscle in your body froze as you ingested the sight in front of you—your heart included.

You caught the tail end of their act, and you could only watch in complete disgust as the muscles of your beloved’s back violently contracted in sweat glistened pulses.

The woman made horrified eye contact with you as she was being pinned against your grandmother’s dresser, yet she couldn’t fight the last moan that ripped itself from her, her legs spasming as Bakugou’s flesh smacked into hers for a final time.

He desperately pressed himself into her like he was trying to become her, “Fuck,” he groaned into her neck. You noticed his nails dig deeply into her raised wrists as his hips rashly stuttered to a stop, “Don’t clench around me like that, babe. Relax.” His shaky breath demanded.

The woman looked far from relaxed, “H-Hey!” she anxiously tapped his shoulder, trying to warn him of their impending doom. Her wide eyes were still fixated on your ever-growing livid ones.

“BAKUGOU!” You screeched. The relaxed emotion that you had so desperately tried to keep plastered onto your face that night completely shattered as you angrily marched up to him and snatched the back of his hair, “You bastard!!”

As you yanked downward, he surprisingly fell to the ground, disconnecting with the other slut on trial as they both flew to the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelled as his body heavily thudded into the ground.

“That’s my line, you fucking jackass!” you felt your voice crack. Everything hurt. There was pressure in the back of your eyes, the front of your chest, your legs, your throat, your toes, your everything. Everything in your body felt weak under your boiling blood as if you were about to explode.

“Y-Y/N…?” you saw his trademark pissed off expression drop to an unfamiliar one as his eyes finally adjust to you in the darkness of the room. It must have resided in an area between fear and sadness.

You fought the unruly emotions that threatened to take control over your body as you clenched your fist.

Fuck him. He doesn’t get to be sad.

“What?? Were you expecting someone else!?” you spat as you roughly kicked one of his nearby feet, “You probably were expecting more company, you whore,”

No response.

You dug your nails deep into the palm of your hands as if it would somehow release the excruciating pressure that you were feeling.

The woman’s meek voice suddenly broke the extreme silence you all shared, “I-I’m gonna g—”

“GO!” you angrily whipped yourself around to her before grabbing the nearest item that you could, “You dumb bitch! You’re lucky I don’t fuck you up too!” You threw the item as you cursed, not even bothering to know what it was.

It barely missed the naked girl and loudly shattered against one of your walls as she scurried towards the door. You went to reach for another object from your grandmothers’ dresser, promising that you wouldn’t miss this time, but you froze as you found yourself in the mirror connected to the dresser.

You hadn’t realized in your rage that you were crying until you saw your tear-soaked face in the dark reflection. You tried so hard to keep yourself together. You prided yourself on being level-headed in stressful situations, but you were far from level-headed. You were conceited to ever even try to take on that persona.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you could only lament about how pathetic you looked—how pathetic you were.

“I…I’m such an idiot!” you painfully gripped at your hair as you fell into your knees in front of the man you loved. Heavy sobs tore themselves free of your burning throat. You heaved yourself forward into your lap in a failed attempted to catch them, but it was too late.

“I don’t… know what to say.” Bakugou finally spoke up, his face completely flipped upside down from its usual tenseness.

Of course.

Out of all of the times you wanted this loud-mouthed jerk to shut up, now is when he is at a loss for words.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“I don’t see what’s so fucking funny?” he angrily retorted, as he stumbled to make his way up. You were suddenly met with his member being swung at your eye level as you stayed crouched onto the ground. That’s when you noticed–

He didn’t even have a condom on.

He made you get tested for STDs and pregnancy before he even had sex with you with a condom.

“I don’t know where that thing has been,” He had said then. It wouldn’t be until months later when you had started birth control when he had finally decided to risk sex without latex protection. The memory jolted an unexpected emotion from you as your chest bobbed from an oncoming laugh.

“G-get out.” You laughed again, tears still steadily falling from your face. You probably looked absolutely psychotic right now, but it was like all of the emotions that you had been stifling all these years had resurfaced with a vengeance. You struggled to drag yourself to stand so that you wouldn’t have to look at his still wet dick.

You continued to laugh and cry as Bakugou stared at you, his expression becoming disgruntled from the disturbing sight,

“What the fuck is wrong wi—”

“Get. OUT!!” you angrily interrupted him as you roared into his face. He blinked spastically in response as the shock of the altercation finally began to sink into his decelerated mind.

‘F-fuck,’

His heart sank, ‘What did I just do?’ He racked his brain as he tried to remember all of the events that had taken place to lead him to this moment, but the world seemed to be spinning ferociously, shaking up and mixing the timeline of the night.

He was plucked from his thoughts as he caught a glimpse of your face in the darkness of the room.

Why were you looking at him like you hated his existence—like if you could disintegrate his body with your eyes, you would. For the first time in years, Bakugou felt hot tears tingle against the back of his eyes, “Y/N, I…” his voice became stuck in his chest as his heart gave sudden jolt, “I’m so s–”

His chest became tight as you whipped away from him and silently threw a pointed finger towards the door.

He stumbled back a few feet as if you had just thrown a physical attack his way.

After a few moments of watching you hold the same position, he noticed you had started to cry again as your rocking shoulders lurched forward.

His face fell even further into the expression of despair before he froze. He could fix this if you would just let him, dammit!

He growled in annoyance at your ignoring him before he finally thawed his body, “FINE!” he yelled at you before smacking your pointed hand out to the way so that he could stagger out of the room. He loudly slammed the door shut, leaving you alone with your deafening thoughts.

You immediately dropped back to the ground before you curled yourself up into a ball and released painful sobs.

You had absolutely no fear that he would catch you in this state. His pride would never allow him to come back after storming out like that.

However on the other side of the door, Bakugou had already turned back around. Instant guilt had created a cacophony of loud feelings in his mind. How could he have hurt you like that?

The thought caused his heart to thrum and his hands to flinch away from the door handle; however, he strengthened his resolve and firmly grasped the handle once more until suddenly–

“BAKU-BROOOOO!” Kirishima’s booming voice could be heard moments before the front door was slammed open and bounced against your living room wall, “Ya made it back alive, man! We were all worried about you after you disappeared…” he slurred as he fumbled over to his best friend like a toddler taking his first steps.

Bakugou couldn’t find it in himself to reply to the redhead as the latter threw himself at him with a hearty laugh. The laugh, however, came to an abrupt end as Kirishima stared blankly at Bakugous face, “Hey… wha’s wrong, best buddy? Holy hell, w-why are you crying?!” he loudly whispered. A loud rumble could be heard before Kirishima violently gagged, releasing the contents of his stomach.

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Breaking Expectations

— when you transfer into the hero course for your second year, you have a lot of expectations regarding your soon-to-be classmates. of all the people to not meet your expectations, bakugou katsuki ranks number one, but you find that you aren’t disappointed in the slightest

PARING: bakugou katsuki x reader WORD COUNT: 1,852 WARNINGS: bakugou swears like the bakuhoe he is

A/N: my first one shot 🥺🥺 i really wanted to write something cute and fluffy and angst free for once, i hope i did okay!! warming myself up for opening up requests !

Part 2

You weren’t sure what you expected when you transferred into the hero course, but somehow befriending the hot-headed Bakugou Katsuki hadn’t even been within the realm of possibilities. You respected his undeniable power, but his personality left much to be desired. You, like the rest of the school outside of the hero course, believed he was nothing more than a feral child with a superiority complex. All you had ever heard about him was how angry he was and how poorly he treated everyone around him. Hell, the guy called his best friend “shitty hair” for crying out loud. It left you feeling not as excited as you should have been when you found out you were transferring into Class 2-A.

Your first interaction with the angry boy left you wondering just how much of the rumours you’d heard had been just that; rumours. You thought for sure he was going to yell at you when you’d been thrown into him during hero training, but he’d simply helped you steady your footing and told you to be more careful. His tone always held a note of anger, you’d found, but the way he helped you and proceeded to back you up during the exercise left you feeling like you’d completely misjudged him. 

You couldn’t shake the guilt at how poorly you’d originally viewed him, so you approached him later that day in the dorms. Thankfully, he was by himself, sitting on the sofa scrolling through his social media. You weren’t sure how you’d have spoken to him if other people were around. 

Still, you weren’t sure how to start the conversation. He very clearly didn’t want to be disturbed, but he was out in the communal living space, so surely he expected to be disturbed? You stood there like an idiot for several long seconds, agonising over how to begin, but once again, he surprised you. 

“Don’t stand there all day,” he growled out, flicking his crimson eyes up at you. “Couches are free real estate. Don’t need my permission to sit your ass down.” He returned his attention back to his phone.

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we should just kiss

-ˏˋ ATTENTION! ˊˎ-

➥ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐌

✭.・✫ .・. bnha masterlist

Katsuki catches you crying in the after hours of class.

inspired by @/lookslikeleese’s nurse office scene in Notice. 🥴 i’ve been obsessed with making out w bakugou since

❝ It’s you,” Bakugou observes. Smeared mascara cascades your cheeks in long talons of black. Stray tears blink pass your eyelashes despite your effort to contain them. He’s distraught, “You cry?”

You take a long sniff. “Eat my ass. ❞

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[idontknowwhatnameishoulduse17]

What about something where the reader is Katsuki’s s/o and usually pretty chill but when she gets pregnant she gets really explosive like him and everyone, especially his mom thinks it’s hilarious to watch

Thank you for your request!! I love reading prego reader fics so much aaah!! Sorry this took a while. Anyway, here's my take on it, I hope you like this one ❤

When your friends got the news that you and Bakugo are finally having a kid, they were all ecstatic and practically even more excited than the two of you. Mina and Kirishima who were both working as pro heroes out of the country weren't able to attend your baby shower due to work commitments. So when they finally found a window where both of them could fly to Japan to finally visit you, they didn't hesitate.

"I am so excited to see Y/n and Bakugo. I wonder how they are now that they're a few months in to being actual parents." Kirishima asks thoughtfully as he drives. Mina giggles from the front seat, hugging the basket of sweet apples and strawberries they picked out because they know how much you love these. "Oh, Y/n would just be the sweetest and calmest mom ever I'm sure. And Bakugo will probably be his usual self. Maybe even more explosive now that he's faced with these new challenges as a dad! Like changing diapers and waking up in the middle of the night!" she says shaking her head and laughing.

Kirishima could imagine it too and laughs along at the thought. When they pulled over to the driveway though,

Crash!

Bang!

Clatter!

Kirishima and Mina exchanged wide eyed stares as they approach your house. "What the hell is going on in there?" Mina asks worriedly, both of them turning into sprint, heading for the front door.

Kirishima dodges as he sees a flying kitchenware hurling directly at him when he opened the door. Mina dodges too and watched the thing land outside and into the front lawn. They see you from the foyer yell at Bakugo, both of their faces morphing into something in between shocked and amused.

"You can be such a jerk, Katsuki!!" you yell, the two then turn their head to your husband who is cowering behind the kitchen island.

"Baby, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't be doing any cooking anymore because-" Bakugo starts to explain.

"What?! Are you fucking looking down on me now that I'm pregnant? Or is it because you think you can do it so much better than me??"

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Mitsuki, Bakugo's mom, asks Kirishima and Mina, snickering and shaking her head as she looks at you and her son. "What is going on?? Why does Y/n sound like Bakugo?" Mina asks in utter disbelief. "I don't know but I am scared. I've never heard Y/n yell and cuss like that before." Kirishima whispers to Mina.

"Don't mind those two, come on in. They'll eventually make up." she shrugs, ushering them inside the house. "Y/n had been like that since her 2nd trimester. It's hilarous!" Mitsuki chuckles, grabbing her purse after leading them to the living room. "I'll leave you kids for a while, I'll just run to the market to grab Y/n some chili peppers. She's been craving it like crazy and we're already all out." she says, patting Mina and Kirishima's shoulders. "But Y/n doesn't even like anything remotely spicy, right?" he asks, turning to Mina. Mina looks down at the basket of apples and strawberries she was holding. She was pretty sure these are your favorites as she can recall from the years of being dormates in UA and Pro training.

"Well she certainly does now. She gets all weepy about it if we tell her we're all out." Mitsuki sighs and turns to go but stopped midstep to remind them something. "Oh and please don't let Y/n throw any of the good knives again, okay?" And she was out the door.

Mina and Kirishima exchanged a confused look. "Wait, what???" the duo calls after Mitsuki in unison.

"You know the answer to that is yes, baby. But no, that's not what I meant! It's because I don't want you tiring yourself out! Look at you! You're belly has gotten so big already!" Bakugo says, gesturing fondly at your round tummy.

Your blood pressure just seems to keep rising every stinking second you spend talking to your husband. God, you hated him right now. Everything he says just pisses you off! You wanted to smush his face and beat the shit out of him.

"And whose fucking fault is that, asshole" you scream, already on the brink of tears. "You're the tall one out of the two of us! It's your fault our baby is huge! Plus, you keep insisting I eat two portions of everything!!"

Bakugo sighs exasperatedly, raising his hands up in front of him as he tries to approach you. "Y/n, you have to. You're eating for two now! And I don't mind seeing you all plump like that. You're still so fucking beautiful. Now more than ever because you're carrying my child." he says, smiling at you which looked more like a grimace.

Your ears rang and your eye begins to twitch. "Your Child?? Then why the hell am I the one bearing this kid? In my fucking body!!" you threw at him the laddle you were holding, hitting him square in the head.

"Okay, okay!! Fuck, I'm sorry!" he sighs. "I mean, our child!" he retracts his previous statement and threw up his hands in defeat. Bakugo stares at you for a second before finally waving a white flag, realizing you just won't back down.

"Fine, cook if that's what you want. But you have to let me do all the tough things or tell me if you get tired or something." he mutters, rubbing the spot where the thing you just threw hit him. "And please stop throwing our stuff?"

"Stop telling me what I can and can not do!! Get the hell out of my kitchen!!" you scream. You were about to throw him the next thing your hand was able to pick up but Mina rushes to your side and tried to calm you down. "Y/n! Relax, breathe. All this yelling can't be good for the baby, right?" she coos, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back that, oh lord, felt heavenly.

You sigh and relaxed a little bit, nodding at your pink haired friend. "That's it. Now, what do you want to cook? I can help you if you want."

"Thanks, Mina. You're such an angel. Sorry I didn't even see you guys come in." you smile apologetically and then went on to point at the page in the cooking book you've been wanting to prepare for lunch.

Kirishima goes over to Bakugo, handing him over the kitchenwares you've thrown that he picked up from the floor. "You okay, bro? Y/n seems-"

"She's amazing, right??" Bakugo asks enthusiastically, Kirishima blinks but nods anyway. "You see that fire in her? That's my kid growing in her tummy causing that." he says proudly, crossing his arms across his chest as he stares at you adoringly.

He looks beat, like he hasn't slept in days. Which was true because he spends his nights reading books about parenting after massaging you to sleep. But Kirishima thinks Bakugo has never looked this damn happy.

He stares at his best friend and then you. Kirishima then shrugs and says, "For sure." beaming ear to ear. To that he can agree with at least because right now, you are not the Y/n he had come to know.

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Summer Shopping

Katsuki Bakugo x Female Reader

Main Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima

Warnings: slightly sexual content

(GIF not mine)

You and Bakugo had a.... questionable relationship.

The two of you had been head over heels for each other since your first few days. You were a new student about 5 weeks into the school year at UA. According to SOME people, that was a bit unusual, as Bakugo decided to loudly voice your first day.

You really thought the fiery blond had something special. He was powerful, confident, and, surprisingly, very nice- sometimes even sweet. The only thing you didn’t know is that you were the only person he was ever nice to, other than occasionally being nice to his friends. Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Hanta Sero were all very nice to you. Then again, most guys in the school were. You were attractive, that’s for sure. That’s the first thing most high school guys, including Bakugo, notice in a girl. However, he realized that there were far more guys in the school that could impress you and treat you far better than he believed he could. So he settled with being friends with you. Kiri, Kaminari, and Sero all welcomed you into the group immediately, especially when they noticed that the scent of caramel intensified whenever you came and sat in your seat every morning. Even if they thought you were attractive, they knew Bakugo didn’t like girls just for looks. There was more to you that he liked, so they had an unspoken agreement not to go after you (at least not seriously, of course).

Kirishima sat right in front of you, and Bakugo to your left. Denki was behind you, and Sero behind him. It was your own personal classroom solar system that made the days go by a lot faster. You liked to watch as Bakugo put actual effort into making his notes, and he even took them when he didn’t need to. Part of you didn’t even like him a lot till you realized he wasn’t just a cocky asshole- he actually worked. And he worked really hard to achieve his dreams of becoming number one hero. One of the reasons you went from thinking of him as cocky to confident within a few days of meeting him was the fact that he had the power and smarts to back up every remark he made.

You liked to think about Bakugo whenever you did homework. Although it didn’t help much with your grades, at least it made it seem like it went faster. You were filling in formulas and writing down equations when you were snapped out of your thoughts.

“You did it wrong.”

You looked over at the ruby eyes, staring, not at you, but at your paper on your desk.

“Well why were you looking at my paper?” You teased, smirking as his eyes now locked with yours.

“Well you’d been humming. And it was annoying so I was gonna tell you to shut the hell up,” he dead panned. “But I saw you scribbling like the paper killed your dog, and got curious,” he rested his arm on the back of his chair, cooly leaning back and looking over at you. He tried to hold back a smirk. “Besides, why would I cheat off you for the wrong answers?”

You looked back at your paper. Much to Bakugo’s pleasure, your cheeks were dusted with a light pink shade. He smirked, reaching over with his pencil and erasing the mistakes you’d made. He started to explain how you use the equation in the most monotonous voice, but you still liked the sound of it. It was times like this when everyone else in the room was shocked. But mostly they were shocked that he always treated you like this, and you still hadn’t caught on.

“Thank you, Bakugo,” you whispered as he pulled his pencil away. He gave a slight nod before returning back to his own work, not giving you another glance the rest of the class period.

It was at this moment that Eijiro Kirishima decided this was gonna happen.

•••••

Flash forward a couple months and there you are, sitting in the classroom as summer training camp was being discussed. The idea of shopping had been brought up, and you had (seemingly) forgotten about the explosive boy sitting in the chair next to you as you talked to the girls in your class. He listened as you and Mina went on and on about how it would be a good opportunity to get some new clothes for camp.

“I need to get some new swimsuits! I only have a few!” She exclaimed, examining her pale pink complexion. “Might as well tan in my free time!”

“You already have a few? I don’t have any,” you giggled shyly, shrugging while Mina’s jaw dropped. Some of the other girls heard this conversation and decided to chime in.

“Why don’t you have any swimsuits?!” Toru exclaimed, uniform arms waving in the air.

“I’ve never really had a need for one,” you put a hand on the back of your neck.

“Okay, we HAVE to go shopping. You’ve gotta get something to make these boys drool. It’ll be nice entertainment,” Momo joked. Bakugo wanted to scream out how annoying this conversation was. How stupid it was to worry about how many different outfits you bring to camp. It’s training, not a fashion show, he thought. But he knew some of his anger came from the jealously he felt at Momo’s last comment. His hands crackled as the conversation got louder.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” Mina shouted. “How about a class shopping trip?!”

“Yeah! We’ve never actually hung out as a class!” Kiri said, seeing this as a perfect opportunity. He happily watched as both girls and boys agreed it would be fun, hopefully hyping it up. “I’ll see you there, right Bakugo?”

“I couldn’t imagine something more annoying.” He mumbled as the bell rang. He grabbed his things and began leaving the classroom. Kiri caught up to him, even if he did risk some of his chicken-scratch notes by cramming them in his bag.

“Come on, Baku-bro,” he lowered his voice, nudging his fiery friends shoulder. “Swimsuit shopping all day with y/n? You know she’s gonna have to try those on, right?”

Bakugo halted. Kiri knew EXACTLY how Bakugo felt about y/n. Kiri saw as Bakugo watched you hum happily while drawing pictures or reading books during free period. He saw the little smile that krept onto his face when he gave you any extra food at lunch. He saw the red dust on his cheeks when you fell asleep on his shoulder at dorm movie nights. Bakugo began imagining swimsuit shopping with you, but quickly kicked the thoughts out of his head before they could go further.

“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?? SOME SORT OF CREEP?!” Bakugo seethed at the redhead, causing a drop of sweat to roll down Kiri’s forhead. Of COURSE Bakugo wanted to see you in swimsuits, but he respected you more than just going for that alone.

“No! Of course not, bro!” He waved his hands in front of him, trying to calm down the angry teenager before his plan fell apart. “But there will be other guys creepin on her there. I know you wouldn’t want that, would ya?” Kiri smirked triumphantly as he watched something click in Katsuki’s head.

Bakugo thought for a moment. He knew this was some sort of trap Kiri was setting, but he figured on one hand, if he calls him out, Kiri and other guys could just ‘keep an eye on you.’ Bakugo was too jealous for that. If he said yes, he would get to spend all day with you, seeing you in cute clothes and swimsuits that would probably- no, definitely- look amazing on you. Maybe he could even kick some ass if guys were looking too long. Maybe buy you a boba tea, he knows you love that stuff. And who knows, maybe he would actually find the guts to ask you out. It seemed that was the only risk he wasn’t willing to take right away. His body? No problem. His LIFE? No problem. You? No way. There’s no way he wanted to risk losing you.

“Uhh... hello? Did I lose ya?” Kiri knocked on his head.

“DONT TOUCH ME.” Bakugo said, being snapped out of his thoughts.

“YEAH DOESNT FEEL GOOD, DOES IT?” Kiri yelled back.

“Fine!” Bakugo caved. “I’ll go to the stupid mall. But don’t expect me to fucking enjoy it.”

“Why won’t you enjoy it Bakugo?” You piped up, you and Sero finally catching up to the boys. Kiri had planned ahead and had Sero hold you back in the classroom for a little longer than usual. Bakugo did his best to deadpan at the sound of your voice. His friends could always tell when he was nervous around you because of his scent, but you must’ve been used to it.

“Because everyone will be there and I hate them.”

“But I’ll be there! And you don’t hate me, do you?” You fake pouted. Even though he knew it was fake, your expression pulled at some part of his chest.

“Well... I hate you less than everyone else,” he shrugged. This time, Kaminari decided to play along.

“Even less than me, Bakugo?” He sniffled.

“Oh waaaaay less than you, toaster face,” he laughed and continued walking, with you close behind.

•••••

The next day, Bakugo was waiting at the mall. He always woke up early and he hadn’t stuck around class long enough to hear when they were meeting, so he sat there for about an hour before anyone else showed up. He didn’t mind though, as he just spend the time scrolling through pictures you, Kaminari, and Kirishima had been taking over your last couple months in the friend group. He found himself smiling back at one of the photos of you, staring at it for who knows how long.

“Man, I knew you liked her but I didn’t know it was this much,” Sero’s voice rang out beside him. Katsuki jumped, almost dropping his phone as his eyes went wide.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE, CREEP?!”

“Bout 5 minutes,” Sero answered casually, leaning back on the bench Bakugo had been waiting on all morning.

“Hey guys!” Kaminari said, walking up with you by his side. You lived a few houses away from him, so Bakugo was glad you could go to and from school safely with Kam. Bakugo nodded a “what’s up” at him.

God, you looked good today. A cute pair of pale blue ripped jeans, a pair of red sneakers and his favorite sweatshirt to compliment it. Though you had gotten 10th in the UA Sports Festival, you bought one of the marketing teams quick product ideas. A gray sweatshirt with “KATSUKI BAKUGO” printed in black and red lettering on it. You quite liked the sweatshirt, and Bakugo was happy you did. He loved seeing his name on you in big letters.

“Lookin cute, y/n,” Kiri said, giving you a sly smirk as he walked up on the scene. You blushed, but didn’t get flustered. Kiri often flirted with you. You weren’t into him like that, and he wasn’t into you like that either. He just did it cause he liked to see Bakugo’s glare afterward, which he warmly welcomed this morning. He secretly hoped that one day, Bakugo would get jealous enough to confess his feelings for you on the spot. He soon realized Suki was too strong headed for that though.

“Thanks!” You replied.

“I like your sweatshirt,” Katsuki said, eyes not leaving his red haired friend.

“Thanks! Me too!” You said, oblivious to the death glare he was giving Kiri as you looked at the big beautiful mall before you.

Once everyone had shown up, you all went your separate ways. Bakugo had agreed to go with you and Kiri. He didn’t much like that Kiri was there, but Kiri kept his distance so you and Baku could spend as much time together as possible. He would only butt in to make sure you didn’t get distracted by his absence.

“Soooo what kind of stuff do you have to get?” Bakugo asked, looking around at all the people before getting a bit closer to you.

“Well, I need a few swimsuits. Maybe a couple outfits just in case. But nothing much,” you said, attempting to keep the conversation to a minimum. You’d be damned if you embarrassed yourself in front of Katsuki right before summer camp.

“Swimsuits?” Bakugo repeated, turning slightly pink.

“Mhm! I don’t have any.”

“Right... well, how about this shop?” He said, stoping in front of a nice little store with light and summery apparel. Things that reminded him of your personality.

“This looks good! I’m not really sure what to look for, to be honest,” you said, pushing into the store before he could see your flustered cheeks.

“This one’s nice.” He said, trying his best not to blush as he reccomended a deep red one piece with cuts at the waist and back.

“I do like that one a lot!” You said, grabbing one in your size and carrying it on your arm.

“Hey, Y/n! How about this one?!” Kiri said, holding up a relatively small, black bikini. Your face turned red with embarrassment as Katsuki’s turned red with rage.

“Uhh... I guess I need a couple. I’ll try it,” you shrugged, trying to be nice. Kiri had good intentions- you knew that. You just weren’t exactly sure what they were.

You had picked out a couple more before deciding to find a fitting room.

“You should come out and show them to us! Well tell ya if they’ll be good for camp or not,” Kiri smiled innocently. You nodded shyly as you stepped into the room. As soon as the door closed, Bakugo exploded. Not literally. Thank goodness.

“What the hell are you trying to pull here, Eijiro?!” He said, punching his arm. “You said this was an opportunity for ME. STOP BEING A CREEP.”

“Come on man, I’m just trying to give you something to work with for your fantasies,” he laughed. “You’re not making any moves on her irl so I’m gonna at least help improve your dreams.” Bakugo grabbed his collar, but the laughing didn’t cease.

“YOU BASTARD. I’LL—”

Katsuki was cut off by the door opening again. His head snapped over to you, and he swears he felt his heart dive into his stomach. He had never seen someone look so amazing in the color red (other than himself, of course). He wanted to scream out how hot you were. He wanted to run to you and tell you how much he loved you and how gorgeous he thought you were. But he wouldn’t let himself do it.

“You look...”

“Amazing!” Kiri encouraged, giving you a cheesy thumbs up.

“Yeah. You look amazing.” Bakugo’s eyes were wide, and he refused to take them off you, which is something you weren’t expecting. The most you had been expecting was a nod and maybe a glance at you before he looked away.

“Than-“

“GUYTH LOOK!” Mineta’s voice echoed through neighboring stores. “Y/N’TH TRYING ON THWIMTHUITS!” A small group of guys, with Mineta hoisted up on their shoulders came running into the shop. Bakugo ran to you, pushing you into the stall with his eyebrows furrowed and a frown evident on his face.

“BACK OFF YOU BASTARDS. SHE’S MORE THAN JUST A HOT BODY,” he yelled, making Mineta visibly shake as Kiri got ready to fight off some pervs. Kirishima was definitely surprised to see guys from other classes in their school. He figured Mineta had invited his perv friends with to watch the girls. Though he was slightly disappointed when he saw Shinso in said group.

You winced as you listened to Kiri’s swears along with the sound of feet hitting the ground. You didn’t realize Bakugo still had his arms wrapped around you from pushing you into the stall, his breath still heavy as his eyes stayed focused on the door handle.

“Baku-“

“Katsuki,” he said, not moving his eyes, but lightly releasing his grip on you. “Please call me Katsuki. I hate hearing you call me what everyone else calls me.” You blushed at his words, but accepted.

“Well.... Thank you, Katsuki,” you said, planting a small kiss on his cheek. You’d done this to the other guys before. Not often, but it had definitely happened, but never to Bakugo. He froze, turning to look at you after a second. You couldn’t read him at all. Surprised? Angry? Scared? You went with angry, as that’s usually what he was. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No I liked it.” He said, trailing the two of you into a small silence. You looked down at your hands. “I liked it a lot.”

“You did?” You said, looking up. He only nodded, eyes still wide. Silence engulfed you again as you tried to find words to say. Katsuki’s eyes never left your face.

He hated himself. He hated himself for how much he liked you. How attractive he thought you were. How gorgeous he thought those eyes were, or how bright your smile was to him. He hated the fact that he just wanted to hug you. And cuddle you. How he could just get lost in you so easily. How he could mess things up so fast. But he was gonna do it anyways. One shot, Bakugo. One shot.

He grabbed you gently, as if you’d break if he didn’t. He pressed his lips onto yours harshly. He had never kissed a girl before, and you could definitely tell, but you liked it anyways. You kissed back, placing a hand in his messy hair. It had only lasted a few second, but it had felt like forever before he pulled away.

“Sorry.” He said, avoiding eye contact. He went for the door handle. “I should just—”

“If you two kissed, I’m gonna lose my sHIT,” Kiri’s voice came from outside the stall. Bakugo quickly rushed out, intending to rush out of the store. He had to get away from that feeling. Something in his head told him the pounding in his chest was very bad. Thankfully, Kirishima’s arm stopped him.

“What happened?”

“I kissed her.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Yeah. So what?”

“How was it?!”

“It was okay.”

“But... don’t you like her?!”

“Guess not.”

“What?! But I set all of this up for you perfectly!! I thought—”

Kiri was interrupted by a figure rushing by him, disheveled and fast. You had quickly changed when Bakugo left, hearing his words right as you stepped out. Kiri turned toward his blond friend, whose face was straight and emotionless.

“Asshole.”

That’s all he said before he ran after her. Bakugo’s heart shattered at what he did to himself. What he did to you. He hated that he heard whimpers as you ran out of the store. He hated that he caused them. He wanted nothing more than to wipe them away and hold you. He wanted to tell you he’s sorry. But he couldn’t. Something wouldn’t let him, but his heart ached. And for some reason, Kiri’s last word echoed in his head. He could feel it bouncing off each side of his heart as he walked home.

•••••

The next morning, Kaminari stormed up to Bakugo, who was waiting around for the bus to camp.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” He yelled, electric bolts leaking from his clenched fists. “WHY WAS SHE CRYING THIS MORNING? She wouldn’t walk with me, and she was with YOU yesterday. What did you do?!”

“She did it to herself.” No she didn’t, you asshole, you crushed her.

“Yeah right!”

“He kissed her,” Kiri barged in. “He kissed her and then he made sure she heard him say that he didn’t like her because he’s not man enough to deal with his emotions.”

“Watch yourself, shitty hair.”

“You know what? Fuck you, hot head. You’re only mad cause I’m right,” he seethed. Kiri NEVER got mad like this. “You broke her heart. She was on the phone with me all night last night. She was considering not even coming to camp.”

“But it’s not optional-“

“Yeah. She knows.”

The pair went quiet as she walked past. Not making any noise. Bakugo couldn’t stop looking at her. He was in love with this girl and what did he do? Broke her heart and fucked everything up. It’s all you’re good at. He watched as she made her way over to Todoroki and Deku, feeling jealously bubble in his blood. Why was she with them? Why was she laughing at Shoto’s jokes? Why was she looking over at Deku when he laughed?

“If you’re wondering why she’s with them, I texted Shoto last night. I asked if he and Izuku could hang out with her. I didn’t tell them why, I just thought she’d like some company,” Kiri mumbled to his friend, arms crossed with a glare on his face. “And I can’t be around her as much as I’d like to, cause I have to deal with your insecure ass.”

“I get it Kiri.” Bakugo grunted. “You don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“No, Bakugo, I DO. You totally broke her heart after weeks of wanting her! Did you fuck it up on purpose?!”

“I DONT KNOW.” His fists clenched, with small explosions leaking out from them. He calmed down a bit, shoulders slumping and hands releasing. “I don’t know.”

“Alright class,” Mr Aizawa yelled as the bus pulled up. “We’re going to be in pairs on the bus ride. So choose your partners now.”

Part of Bakugo wanted to run to you and grab your hand. But he knew you’d just refuse him. So he only watched as you and Deku decided to ride together. He understood it. You liked drawing heroes and he liked writing about them. You’d probably have great conversations. He formed a plan as fast as he could as you boarded the bus before Deku, with him running back to the bench to grab his bag.

“DEKU,” he yelled, hands in his pockets as he walked up to him.

“AHHyes Kachan?” He said, jumping at Bakugo’s calling and flinching back when he began walking to him.

“I need a favor. And if you start crying, I’ll beat your ass. Understand?”

“Uh y-yes Kachan I understand!” He nodded, sweat running down his forehead as he smiled nervously.

“I need you to trade seats with me about half way through the bus ride. I have to talk to y/n.”

“Uh, okay! May I ask... why?” He winced.

“NO. But you’ll be sitting next to Kirishima,” he said, stalking away. He sat down next to Kiri.

“What did you do now?” Kirishima asked.

“Nothing. I’m fixing things.”

“You better.”

•••••

It had been awhile since the bus had started toward camp. You and Deku were sat at the back of the bus, with Todoroki and Tokoyami on the other side. You and Deku had been talking about costumes, and he had asked if you could help him design another one. He had one, but he enjoyed watching you draw and you said you needed inspiration. However, he had seemed a bit far away the last few minutes.

Bakugo had begun death glaring him the last couple minutes, trying to prepare the green-haired boy to swap places. He had updated Kirishima on everything and he didn’t mind sitting next to Midorya. They got along just fine and he really did admire all of his abilities.

Bakugo silently got up, queuing Deku to quickly find an excuse to swap.

“I-uhhh... I have to go ask Aizawa a question!” He said, getting up quickly and bringing his belongings with him. You shrugged, going back to your drawing. That is, until you felt someone else sit next to you.

Bakugo sat down, sweating a lot more than he thought he would. Keep your cool, Katsuki. He stared straight ahead as he felt your eyes burning into him.

“Hey,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.

“Hi...” you responded, turning your attention to the window.

“About yesterday...”

“It’s ok,” you lied. You felt his gaze turn to you.

“No it’s not. Look,” he said, getting your attention. You turned to look at him and he turned his body towards you. “I didn’t mean what I said... after I left the stall.”

“Then why did you say it?” You asked. If he did like it, if he did like you, why would he say such hurtful things? Even Kiri was confused. He had hyped you up, telling you that Bakugo liked you.

“Because....” he paused, turning to look at the seat in front of him. He shoved his left hand into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. “This is gonna sound so stupid,” he mumbled. You furrowed your brows, waiting for an explanation. “It’s because I was scared.”

“Why were you-”

“I was scared cause I’ve liked you for a long time I thought I already messed it up when I.... yknow,” he said, shifting uncomfortably and rubbing his neck. “Anyways, I figured maybe if I made you hate me it wouldn’t hurt as much I guess. Kiri told me I did it cause I couldn’t handle my emotions like a man and... he was right.”

There was a small silence between the two of you. Your attention was turned to your feet as you thought for a minute. At least he came and owned up to it, right? You could never hate him. It just hurt you a lot when he said those things.

“I don’t mean to eavesdrop...” you and Bakugo turned your attention to Todoroki. “But coming to her and admitting you were scared is a very manly thing to do.”

Bakugo looked down at his shoes, his cheeks turning a shade of red. You smiled at Todoroki, who grinned back, before looking to Bakugo.

“Thanks, icy-hot.” He mumbled, leaning his head forward on the seat in front of him, elbows on his knees. You leaned against his shoulder, causing him to look at you.

“I’m proud of you for coming over and telling me that, Bakugo.”

“Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Does this mean we’re together?” you questioned.

“Uh... if you want it to,” he said. The pink on his cheeks turning into a red color. “We can do whatever you want.”

You decided words weren’t needed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him. He wiggled an arm free, wrapping it around you as well. After another couple minutes, you fell asleep against him. You were used to falling asleep on his shoulder thanks to the movie nights Kaminari would always set up for the group.

Katsuki looked down at you as you slept on him. He smiled and planted a kiss on your head, leaning his own back and letting himself relax. I love you, he thought, though he would never say it out loud. At least not for awhile.

•••••

Bonus

“HA!” Kirishima yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “SERO OWES ME 500 YEN!”

“We never shook on it so it doesn’t count,” Sero smiled.

“Yeah we.... DAMNIT.”

“Heh... better luck next time Kirishima,” Deku smiled. “Um... what were you betting on anyways?”

“I bet Sero that Bakugo and Y/n would be together by the time we got to camp.”

“Weren’t you yelling at Bakugo for breaking her heart this morning?” Kaminari said, unimpressed.

“Yeah, but I am a young entrepreneur, I might as well make money off of it,” he shrugged.

“Even though you didn’t.”

“SHUT UP, TAPE ARMS.”

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reserved only for you // bakugou katsuki

Author’s Note: Soft Bakugou is my life. Soft Bakugou is who he is okay? I really like this idea idk where I got it from, but I’m so glad I wrote it down. This is how I see Bakugou respond to a crush and if that crush like him back! Hope you like it!

Word count: 3046

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Gentle! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, soft kacchan

❝

You did not know how it happened.

You rushed back into your room, right after that, and shut the door behind you. Your dorm was dark, considering it was over 2 a.m., in the night. You let out a sigh before feeling how warm your face was, how erratically your heart was beating, how wide your eyes were and how your lips were quivering. Instantly, upon realizing these facts, your hands shot to your face and you let out a quiet squeal. 

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Masterlist

This can help you make a difference between shots in my masterlist:

Smut: It has not only sex but also slices of life, and there are described feelings and other things. Those will be the longest shots. 

Porn: Starts with sex and ends with sex. It’s centered around the action itself, little to no feelings described. (4 to 5 pages)

Drabble: short scenario written on the spur of the moment ( usually up to 3 pages at max.)

Eros and Psyche: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6]

Genre & Warnings: Romance, fantasy!AU, smut, slight angst, fluff

Tags: Vanilla, fingering, vaginal penetration

Summary: Inspired by the Greek Legend of Eros and Psyche.

2. The Prince and the Empress: [1] [2] [3 -coming soon]

Genre & Warnings: Romance, fantasy!AU, fluff, comedy-ish, slight yandere behavior.

Tags: none

Summary: A story in which Shouto is a bratty prince and wants the Empress. 

3. Mommy: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Romance, Smut, fluff

Tags: Somnophilia, Praise kink, mommy kink, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration

Summary: Shouto is turned into a child, and s/o has to take care of him.

4. Tease: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Porn 

Tags: oral (giving and receiving), deep throat, blowjob, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, anal fingering

Summary: You decide to tease Shouto during class. Bad idea. 

5. Let me love you: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, smut, romance (?)

Tags: blowjob, handjob, shower sex, semi-public

Summary: Shouto accidentally walks into the girl’s showers.

6. Needy: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: yandere-ish themes

Tags: none

Summary: In which you are the controlling one and Shouto is the needy/submissive partner

7. Friday Night: One-shot

Genre&Warnings: Fluff, slight angst(?), smut

Tags: blowjob, handjob, sub!Shouto, cowgirl, vaginal penetration, dry humping

Summary: Every Friday night you have a special routine. But What happens when Shouto crushes it? Oh, I’ll tell you: SEX.

8. Mania: One-shot 

Genre&Warnings: Fluff, slight yandere themes, smut

Tags: dubious consent yet consensual, blowjob, vaginal penetration, dom!shouto

Summary: In which Shouto is jealous and is ready to do anything he can to keep you to himself. 

9. Rude: One-shot    part 2 

Genre&Warnings: Crack-fic(?), swearing

Tags: none

Summary: You don’t approve of the arranged marriage, and try to be as rude as possible.

10. Greedy: One-shot 

Genre&Warnings: Porn (domestic at the very end)

Tags: fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, vaginal penetration, creampie, implied breeding kink.

Summary: Just Shouto being your horny husband.

11. Sex tape: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Porn

Tags: blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talk, spanking, vaginal penetration, mirror sex, slight choking.

Summary: The title says it dear. 

12. Midnight affair: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Fantasy/Renaissance!AU, Smut, Romance,

Tags: blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration

Summary: Shouto is a prince that is fascinated by mythical creatures. During a hang out with his friends, he encounters an Elf, and he cannot avoid falling for her.

13. Mistletoe: One-shot 

Genre &Warnings: drabble

Tags: none

14. Of Groceries and Panties: one-shot

Genre&Warnings: Crack-fic(?), swearing, drabble

Tags: none

15. Coequal: one-shot 

Genre&Warnings: Fantasy!AU

Tags: none

16. Just a taste: One-shot 

Genre&Warnings: slight domestic but mostly porn

Tags: cunnilingus, newly formed lactation kink, cocksucking, deep throating, facial (?), v.penetration, creampie, implied breeding kink.

1. That’s my seat: [1], [2]

Genre & Warnings: Smut, slight angst(?), fluff

Tags: cunnilingus, slight dry humping. 

Summary: In which Bakugou and s/o fight over a seat.

2. The Kinky Bookworm: [1] [2]

Genre & Warnings: fluff, smut

Tags: slight dry humping, blowjob, dirty talk, vaginal penetration

Summary: Bakugou is punished with library duty for two weeks, and during that time he gets closer to s/o, someone he considered to be just an extra. 

3. Lust: One-shot. 

Genre & Warnings: Smut, fluff

Tags:  fingering, oral (giving & receiving), deep throat, shameless shit, read at your own risk.

Summary: S/o is a horny woman with a shitty sexual life; Bakugou, like the good friend he is, decides to help her out. 

4. Speechless: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Domestic, Fluff, song-based scenario

Tags: none

Summary: Inspired by the song Dan + Shay - Speechless

5. Girlfriend: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Angst, song-based drabble

Tags: none

Summary: inspired by Ariana Grande – Break up with your boyfriend.  

6. Lunch Break: One-shot 

Genre&Warnings: Porn

Tags: Handjob, Blow job, cock worship (?)

Summary: Just you sucking off Bakugou instead of eating

7. Mommy: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Slice of life, Smut, fluff

Tags: dry humping, handjob, cunnilingus, fem!dom,  praise kink, mommy kink. 

Summary: Bakugou is turned into a child, and s/o has to take care of him.

8. Babyface: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Mature, Smut

Tags: quickie, light handjob, vaginal penetration, wall sex

Summary: In which Bakugou likes you but thinks you’re a minor due to your babyface and rejects all your advances.

9. Lovebirds: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Slice of Life, Fluff (kind of), bakusquad being nosy af, drabble

Tags: none

10. Complicated: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: slice of life, fluff, age gap (for reference, Bakugou is 19 while you’re 25)

Tags: some touchin’ but nothing too explicit, implied sexual activity.

11. Mitigate: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: slight angst (cheating), mostly porn + a sprinkle of fluff at the end

Tags: fingering, blowjob, cock worship(?), slight public(?) humiliation, verbal degradation, dirty talk, humping, anal, non-con (kinda but not really), angry sex.

12. The Wisteria Maiden: [1] [2-coming soon]

Genre&Warnings: fantasy AU!, romance, Cliche AF because I’m a basic bitch, fairytail-ish kind of story.

Tags: none

Highly inspired by the song “The Willow Maid” by Erutan

1. Ugly Christmas sweater: One-shot 

Genre &Warnings: AU, fluff, drabble

Tags: none

2. Dumb Texts: [1]

3. What nobody knows: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Slice of life, smut, fluff

Tags: masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, blowjob, light bondage, cockwarming

Summary: In which nobody knows that you have an affair with a criminal.

4. Promised: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Angst, Fluff, arranged marriage!AU, romance, Yakuza!AU(?)

Tags: none

Summary: Your wedding with Overhaul

5. Babydoll: One-shot 

Genre & Warnings: Porn + a sprinkle of fluff

Tags: blowjob, fingering, vaginal penetration, pretty much vanilla

Summary: Overhaul loses his V card

6. Of Love and Crimes: [A date gone wrong]; 

Genre & Warnings: Comedy, Police procedural, romance, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, eventual smut, stand-alone shots

Tags: none

Summary: Inspired by Brooklyn 99

7. Sugar baby: One-shot

Genre & Warnings: Smut, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic (kind of)

Tags: dry humping, light spanking, blowjob, clothed sex

1. Sugar and Spice: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

Genre & Warnings: Romance, slight angst(?), fluff, smut

Tags: Double penetration, verbal humiliation, slight dry humping, blowjob

Summary: Bakugou falls in love at first sight, but later finds out that s/o is already in a relationship.  

HC:  Todoroki with a s/o with braces

HC: Todoroki and Bakugou (sep) jealous of you spending time with the other

HC: Todoroki with a s/o who works at a flower shop 

HC: Todoroki with a s/o who works at a coffee shop

HC: Todo x Reader x Bakugou (poly) with a s/o who owns a flower shop 

HC: Midoriya with a S/o that hates him at first

HC: Bakugou with a s/o that asks him on a date 

HC: Shouto with a s/o that is scared of her quirk

HC: Bakugou with an s/o that uses him as a reference for her drawings + brother Shinsou

HC: Todoroki with a s/o than can see spirits 

HC: Overhaul in a quirkless!AU

Overhaul as a virgin

Overhaul preferences when it comes to s/o’s style

Baku and Todo with Fairy!reader

Artists Appreciation Post

What kind of lingerie they enjoy: [Overhaul]  [Todoroki]  [Bakugou]

Drunk Chisaki 

Reacting to s/o sending nudes

The boys as cats

Updated on 19/06/2020

[idontknowwhatnameishoulduse17]

Istanbul | Five x Reader

requested: heck yeah!! @ameliatrh ( @sandalwoodstudy )

Swiping the filled cup from his hand, you sipped the hot black liquid it contained, grimacing at the bitter taste. “How do you actually like this stuff?” You were almost grateful when he took the cup back, levelling a disapproving at you look over the rim of the mug. “Because my taste buds are superior, of course.” 

“Weirdo.”

Shaking his head at you, Five took a long gulp of coffee, placing it back down on the counter, turning to casually glance at the rest of the empty diner. Outside the window’s of Griddy’s doughnuts, everything was dark, except the odd flickering light. You noticed his eyebrows furrowing as he tensed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the coffee cup. “Hey -” you started, but were interrupted by Five’s grip on your outstretched arm, his demeanour completely different to three seconds before.

“Y/n, there’s something I need you to know. You’re not safe right now. If things go to shit, I need you to promise me you’ll hide, and not come out until I come and get you, no matter what.” His eyes frantically searched yours, panic flashing in his pupils. 

“Five, what - what are you talking about?” Turning to the windows again, he scanned anything that was visible outside of them. Continuing to look, he murmured regretfully, “There’s a price on my head, and believe me, it is not high enough.”

At that, he turned back to you, pleading desperately, “Go round the back. Now. Please?” His tone tugged at something in your chest, and you obeyed reluctantly, hoisting yourself up to jump over the counter and slipping around the back. The next second, you heard the door of the diner opening, ringing the bell that introduced customers and multiple pairs of heavy booted footsteps hitting the floor. There were multiple voices - among them, Five’s, which you’d recognise anywhere - and then the sound of frenzied gunfire. Slipping down a wall in shock at how quickly the situation had escalated, you covered your mouth to stop the gasp that attempted to escape you. Your heart sped up in concern for Five - surely he couldn’t survive something like that? Hot tears pricked your eyes as the sounds continued, the thought of the death of your best friend replaying over and over in your mind.

After a while, the gunfire stopped. Silence. Then the terrifying sound of bones snapping, churning your stomach. Closing your eyes against the nightmare, you buried your head in your hands. What the fuck, Five? You knew he had powers, but you didn’t think that being friends with a sort-of superhero included being shot at.

You inhaled sharply as you felt hands curl around your forearms, eyes snapping open in response. It was only Five, and you sighed in relief as you lent forward to check if he was okay, stopping when you saw the blood that covered his uniform. “Who’s blood is that?” you whispered, scared to interrupt the deadly silence that now blanketed the diner. 

Five’s hands were trembling lightly as he reassured, “It’s not mine. Are you okay?” You laughed shakily, taking his hands in yours to stop the shaking. 

“Am I okay? Is that really the question you should be asking? You just - all the guns - I don’t even know what just happened.” Forcing a smile, he helped you up off the floor, internally replying to you. Of course that was the question he needed to ask; he cared more about your safety than his own. “Are you gonna tell me what that was about, and why there’s now,” peeking outside at the diner you continued, “at least four dead bodies lying on the floor of a doughnut shop?”

Five grinned morbidly, glancing at the carnage himself. “I will. But there’s something I need you to do for me first.” 

“Anything.”

Several minutes later, you were sitting back at the counter with Five, but this time surrounded by shards of glass and splattered pools of blood. His arm was outstretched on the countertop, sleeve rolled up and tanned skin exposed. Cautiously, you fidgeted with the knife in your hand, uncomfortable with the feel and balance of it. Faintly, you could see his veins pulsating with blood just under his skin. “I need you to cut here,” he pointed at a spot on his arm, “quite deep, too.” 

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as Klaus is straight.” He grinned, trying to make you smile even in a situation like this. 

Ignoring the urge to playfully shove him, you sighed. “This really is not the time for humour, Five.” With that, you sighed, taking the knife and aiming the tip of it to the area on his arm he pointed to. As you pushed the sharp edge into his skin, Five flinched slightly, dark red blood pooling immediately. Mumbling countless apologies, you persevered until he motioned for you to stop. You removed the knife as Five hissed through his teeth, beginning to feel the inside of the cut with the fingers from his other arm. You said nothing, internally screaming “what the genuine fuck is going on,” but not wanting to distract him from the precise task. At the next moment, he pulled something out, wincing as it left his arm. A tiny metal pill-looking thing, blinking with a bright neon green light. You squinted in an attempt to figure out what it was, but Five simply pulled his sleeve down and hopped off his chair, guiding you with him to the front door. 

He pushed open the shattered door frame with his good arm, waiting for you to leave first. You did, turning to look at him in concern as he dropped the tiny device in a puddle on the ground, not bothering to watch it as it fell from his fingers. He said nothing, simply walking away from the diner as you strode after him.

“You’re gonna need to have that cut looked at, you know.”

“I know. We can stitch it when we get back. And after, I’ll explain all this bullshit to you.”

a/n: this was so fun 2 write!! i might do a part 2, let me know if you wanna see it!! also thank you for all the love recently my heart is so full + happy 

[idontknowwhatnameishoulduse17]

Bunny Ears

Requested: No

Summary: The Hargreeves have never had a proper Easter. So you’re gonna be the one to give it to them.

A/N: I got the idea for this very late last night lmao. I hope y’all like it! And if you celebrate, Happy Easter!! (GIF not mine credit to the creator!)

Your original plan was to drop by and wish everyone a Happy Easter and deliver the baskets you made them

But here you were, bringing every Easter item over after they all brought up never having a proper Easter

“YOU WHAT?” You shouted after setting the baskets on the table

“We never celebrated stuff” Diego said with a shrug

Klaus giggles as he waves a hand in the air, “Yeah Y/N, remember who our beloved father was?”

You gasped for what was probably the hundredth time, and that’s what lead up to you dragging tubs of stuff to the Hargreeves household

“Where did you get all this Y/N?” Alison asked as she pulled bunny ear headbands out of the tub.

“Things from family members or holiday sales” you said with a smile as you put on a headband and dumped out a bunch of brightly colored plastic eggs.

Grace has helped you fills eggs with candy and even went off to prepare an Easter dinner. She seemed thrilled at the chance to help you and give her kids a good and proper Easter.

You spent the next hour hiding eggs all over the house, with the help of Pogo when you ran out of hiding spots. Soon Grace called for dinner and everyone looked at you like you were insane

“You know we aren’t kids Y/N, you don’t need to run us through these Easter shenanigans” Five said sitting across from you. You shrugged and smiled, “You don’t have to be a kid to have fun. And besides, you technically are a kid”

Klaus laughed and gave you a high five for that one.

After eating and cleaning up you passed out the baskets you made. Nothing big, just their favorite candies or snacks and a little trinket or two that suited them. Vanya gave you the biggest hug when she noticed you had gotten her a mug covered in violins. Klaus had silently thanked you with a smile when he pulled out a book that he mentioned Ben loved reading as a kid.

“Alright, there are eggs hidden all over this place, empty the items from your basket and get going. All eggs are free game, first come first serve. Get your asses in gear!” You said smiling.

At first nobody got that into it. Then about 10 minutes later it started to bring out their competitive side and they were sprinting around trying to get the most eggs. Five and Luther had no problem getting all the hard to reach eggs, which Klaus had complained saying that was unfair. Alison and Vanya had teamed up and were laughing to themselves. And it was no surprise Klaus would follow Diego and he probably snuck a few eggs into his own basket.

It took about an hour but soon enough everyone was back at the table opening eggs and trading candy like kids. Even Five was acting like a kid. Grace and Pogo seemed to enjoy the kids behaving and happy.

The rest of the night was spent eating candy and laughter as you told stores from your past Easters. By the time you had packed up the last of the plastic eggs and cleaned up candy wrappers you got ready to leave. Everyone gave you hugs and thanked you for the baskets. Just as you opened the door Diego stopped you

“Hey Y/N”

“Yeah Diego?”

“Thank you, it’s been a long time since everyone in this house has been this happy.”

You smiled shaking your head, “No problem, it’s not every day you get to do a full blown egg hunt with grown adults. Well apart from Five,”

You both snickered as you went on, “Besides, everyone should get to have a fun Easter experience once in their life”

[idontknowwhatnameishoulduse17]

Dear God (PrivateSchool!Five x PrivateSchool!Reader)

A/N: so this is an AU where reggie still adopted 7 children but they just never had powers so he decided to make the academy into a boarding school making his children into prefects. bare with me on this lmao cool cool.

Words:1414

Tag list: @spazclaiire

Harsh beeping sounded throughout the Academy, alerting all students that they had a mere 30 minuets before breakfast, a shrill warning to make sure everyone was up, dressed, rooms cleaned and down in front of their seats ready for the most important meal of the day. Silence was mandatory, as Mr Hargreeves suggested it was a period of reflection and even though the ‘quest’ for knowledge was admirable, breakfast was not time for that.

The Umbrella Academy was possibly one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country, only allowing the very rich parents to send their students there. You, however, were an exception, rightfully earning a scholarship into the Academy based on pure intelligence. The hall was silent except the ramblings of the vinyl in the background, you never cared enough to listen to it, especially today. The room was tense as there was only one student missing, Five Hargreeves, one of the seven Hargreeves children, a prefect but not head boy.

As Mr Hargreeves told everyone to sit you couldn’t help but glance between the empty seat opposite you and towards the door, Five had never missed a meal and he wouldn’t just run away without telling you, or at least you hoped he would tell you before making a rash decision.  Mr Hargreeves didn’t seem to even care about the gap in which his son should fill and with every passing moment your nerves grew, an anxious feeling filling your chest.

You knew talking was forbidden during meal times, but with Mr Hargreeves mere feet away, you couldn’t help yourself. “Mr Hargreeves, where’s Five?” You saw him tense and his fists clench, out of everyone in the school, you should be the last person to speak up, seen as you’re the only student who doesnt pay to come to the Academy. You have the most to lose.

“Miss L/N, meal time is no time for talking, let alone asking questions!” Mr Hargreeves said with authority dripping from his voice, anger laced onto his features. You had had more than enough run ins with Mr Hargreeves, you only had slight comfort that as you were one of the top achieving students he wouldn’t expel you. 

You sat, silence filling the room again, tension increasing with every passing second until you were all dismissed for lessons to begin but it didn’t ease your worry. You knew Five had a strained relationship with his father, he would never fail to let you know what his father had done ‘this time’ or that as soon as he graduated he was gone and he was taking you with him. Often your nights would be filled with you both sat in his room, quietly giggling, faces filled with joy while muttering sweet nothings to each other, knowing what was happening was forbidden but neither of you cared.

The day dragged, the aching feeling in your chest grew when Five was absent from all the lessons during the long hours of the day, the seat opposite you remained empty during lunch and tea and none of the teachers seemed to care, Mr Hargreeves never mentioned a word. 

You watch the clock on the wall count down too the end of your last lesson and as soon as the clock reached 8 o’clock you raced out of the classroom towards your dorm, hoping, praying, Five had left something for you that signified his whereabouts. Lo and behold, a folded piece of paper lay neatly on your made bed, ‘y/n’ written messily on the front of it. With shaking hands, you open it, instantly feeling relieved as you see Fives very recognisable messy writing sprawled across the sheet ‘meet me at 10, my room, were going to griddy’s’. You were glad that in your dorm you were closest to the door, each room had 4 occupants with a wardrobe each and a crate at the foot of each bed. It was the same throughout the house except for the Hargreeves who all got their own room but it made it very easy to go and see Five when you wanted, or at least to an extent seen as you always had to sneak around.

At 10 o’clock you quietly opened Fives bedroom door, gently closing it behind you. As soon as you turned around to face the room, Five had already pushed you against his door, lips hungrily against yours. He pulled away breathlessly, taking in your features before pulling you into an embrace. “I’ll explain everything at Griddy’s” He whispered, pulling you too his already opened window.

Cold nipped at your face as you walked to Griddy’s hand in hand with Five, swinging your interlocked hands. As soon as soon as Griddys’ neon sign came into view you feel Five squeeze your hand, quickening his pace to get inside out of the harsh cold of the night. 

You find a booth and sit down, all you can do is look at Five expectantly, waiting for his answer. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be found in Griddy’s late at night, Agnes knew your order as soon as she saw both of you sit down, coming over cheerily with a light hearted “The usual?” as you both responded with nods. As soon as Agnes had left to make your order you heard Five sigh.

“The sadistic prick locked me in isolation the entire day.” He said, face filled with anger.

“The Academy has an isolation?” You knew the school was big but you had never once came across any form of ‘isolation’ room. “Why did he do that?” You knew exactly who Five meant when he said ‘sadistic prick’.

He sighed again. “We had a disagreement, I think he knows about us,” He gestured between you with his hands. “He said that I need to stop being so distracted and if it came to it he’d have to remove any distractions, so I told him to fuck off.” Your mouth hung open as you heard his words before a small laugh erupted from you. You see his face go from annoyance to a small smile at your reaction.

“How’s he going to ‘remove’ me, he wouldn’t dare,” you scoffed. “I’m the highest achieving student in the Academy and we’ve got like, 2 months until we leave and graduate. There would be absolutely no point.”

He looks up and gives Agnes a smile as she places your order down and walks away. Five takes your hand and runs his thumbs over your knuckles. “Just you wait y/n, as soon as we graduate I’m getting us as far away as possible, nothing can stop us.” You smile at his words, imagining a world where you didn’t have to sneak around with your relationship, where you wouldn’t have to hide in fear of someone telling.

You finish your drinks, talking about where you’re both going to go as soon as you graduate and what you both plan to do with yourselves. You didn’t want to go back to the Academy, it meant going back to pretending. As you begin your slow walk back to school, hand in hand, you were so grateful that you’d met Five, you don’t think you would of survived the 7 years you’d spent in the Academy without him, he was the only person you’d truly connected with throughout your time here and in a mere 2 months you can finally ‘officially’ be together without Mr Hargreeves watching your every move.

You climb back in through Fives open window, giggling like small children as you did. You get ready to leave until Five pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Stay for tonight, I’ll wake you up early so you can go back to your room.” 

Without responding you just peck him on the lips and pull him too his bed, muttering about how his bed is much nicer than your anyways. He just smirks as you get into your ‘pyjamas’ which was just one of his oversized T-shirts, and then you snuggle into his bed and more importantly into his arms, safe and sound where you belong. 

You feel Five place a kiss onto the side of your head, squeezing your waist “Just wait till we get out of here y/n, it’s going to be just you and I against the world.” And you knew he wasn’t lying one bit. You drifted off to sleep in Fives arms, hoping the bliss would never end. 

[idontknowwhatnameishoulduse17]

How Will I Know? (17! Five x reader)

Request: no

Plot: Being burned in the past made liking someone was difficult.Until you started to work at a part-time job at seventeen years old.

Word count: 2,111

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