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Drawing on His Face

Bakugou just looked too cute while he slept. 

You didn’t understand how he could be so handsome even while unconscious. He retained his adorable little scowl, like something managed to piss him off even as he napped. 

Bakugou should’ve known better than to sleep while you were around. He should’ve known better than to give you the key to his dorm. And he should’ve known better than to trust you wholeheartedly. Silly Bakugou. Silly, silly Bakugou. 

You uncapped your permanent marker with a cheeky grin. This would be the perfect payback for when Bakugou squished your face in public yesterday. You then lowered your marker onto his soft cheek, doodling god knows what without remorse. Nothing obscene, of course. But by the end his face was covered in your handiwork. 

You were putting the finishing touches when he finally woke up. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Bakugou grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you over, pinning you down by sitting on your stomach. 

“What were you doing?!” Bakugou snapped.

“Nothing!” you lied, trying to break free from under him. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

Bakugou spotted the marker that you dropped on his bed, right out of your reach. He snatched it before you could do anything else. 

Bakugou held the marker away from you as he grabbed his phone to check his face. His phone camera clearly reflected the damage you dealt to him. He put the phone away, a dark look shadowing over his face.

“Um… I’m sorry?” You raised a shaky smile.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Bakugou muttered. 

Bakugou drew forth the permanent marker, a feral grin now emerging. 

You squealed as you tried to push him off but Bakugou fought through your frantic hands and scribbled all over your face, grumbling all the while. When he finished, Bakugou capped the marker and threw it across the room. Now neither of you could doodle anything anymore. You whined in frustration, annoyed that your face was totally ruined by his latest flash of creativity. 

Bakugou inspected his penmanship. He cupped your jaw with one hand, his eyes relaxing as he gazed down upon your messy face.

“You look good,” he said, softly.

“You scribbled all over me!”

Bakugou scoffed. “You did it first!”

“Because you’re always teasing me! Why can’t I tease you right back?”

“You should’ve been more careful if you didn’t want to get caught!”

You knew he had a point, but you wouldn’t admit it. 

While still sitting on your stomach, Bakugou leaned down to hug your adorably angry self, squeezing the life out of your lungs. 

“Ya shouldn’t have woken me up,” Bakugou said, snuggling into you. “I’ve got you now… This is what you get for messing with me.”

You giggled as his face tickled your neck. “You’re sooooo annoying!”

“Am not!” Bakugou growled, digging his face further into you. 

Finally, Bakugou lifted his head and a look of surprise dawned on him. The markings on his face were smudged. He reached out to touch your neck and his fingers returned marked black. ”Crap…”

His new facial markings had smeared against your neck. Another annoyed look spread across your cute face.

“Oh no…”

“WELL IT’S NOT MY FAULT! THAT’S WHY YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DRAWN ON ME! NOW WE CAN’T CUDDLE! THANKS A LOT!” Bakugou sighed. “…Tch, you know what? I think I’ll cuddle you anyways.”

Bakugou angrily kissed your forehead, smudging some of his markings against yours. Blushing hard, Bakugou spat out a “Bleh!” and wiped his mouth. 

“Tastes funny,” he said, eyeing your flustered face with a giddy look of his own. He dove back in to nuzzle your neck and to plant kiss after kiss.

To ensure that you never played that prank again, Bakugou insisted that you two sleep together from now on in the same bed. After all, you couldn’t sneak off to get a permanent marker if he locked you in his arms for the night. He needed to make sure you stayed put.

At the very least, you didn’t mind this idea.

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Interview About You

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships, aged-up characters

Reporters couldn’t stop asking Dynamight about his new arm candy. Nobody recognized your face in the most recent paparazzi photos, but the implications of your open affection was clear as day. His fans couldn’t believe a random person snatched Dynamight out of nowhere.

His latest interview (the only one he agreed to) was entirely centered around you.

“Who is this mysterious girl?” the interviewer asked. “The internet’s dying to know! And how long have you known her?”

“You don’t get it?” Bakugou asked. “She’s mine. And I’ve known her for years.”

The live crowd went wild with speculation.

“For years?!” The interviewer’s mouth was agape. “Nobody’s heard anything about this woman during your entire hero career. Did you meet her back at U.A.? Were you always in love with her?”

“Yes and yes,” Bakugou replied. “So if her old boyfriends hear this, now you know to back off! ‘Cause she’s with me.”

You cringed as you watched the live show from home. You knew you shouldn’t have encouraged Bakugou to take the interview, but you thought you could convince the boy to behave for once. Still, his devil-may-care attitude was why you loved him.

“Can’t you give us just one more hint to her identity?” the interviewer asked. “Or to your relationship?”

“No! Now piss off!”

At this point, you wondered if Bakugou enjoyed sliding down the popularity rankings…

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Valentine's Day Special - First Chocolates

“Um… Happy Valentine’s Day, Bakugou!”

Bakugou gawked at you like you had grown two heads. There you were, in his bedroom, hands outstretched to offer him your best homemade chocolates. You knew nobody ever bothered to give Bakugou chocolates before, so you didn’t know what to expect next despite knowing the boy better than anyone. 

From his seat at his desk, Bakugou took the cute pink box from your hands and gingerly opened it, popping a chocolate into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. 

“Well?” you asked. “Do you like it?”

“‘Course I do,” he spat. “But… why’re you giving me these?”

You tilted your head quizzically. “…Because we’re best friends?”

Bakugou paused, scrutinizing your answer.

“You give any of your other ‘best friends’ delicious chocolates?” Bakugou asked, sneering at the thought. 

“I did give some to Kirishima, Todoroki, and Midoriya…” Bakugou’s face darkened with every name you listed. “But I made yours extra special! Because we’re so close!”

Bakugou’s face slowly broke into a wide grin. “S’that so? Sounds about right! Next year, you don’t gotta give those guys chocolates. Just give ‘em all to me.”

Bakugou spent the rest of the day eating your chocolates in front of all his lonely and single friends whenever they came to bother him. He also paraded you around Kirishima, Todoroki, and Midoriya in particular, often walking up to these boys and smacking his lips as he chewed through your super special chocolate to make his intentions quite clear. 

Of course, the Bakusquad swarmed Bakugou in the dorms and asked him one very important question that even Bakugou was still wondering about. 

“Are they friendship chocolates?” Ashido asked. “Or romance chocolates?”

“What, it ain’t obvious?” Bakugou replied, having no clue himself. “Such a dumb question.”

Bakugou looked away with a huff, but he could never give the Bakusquad a straight answer. Whenever they interrogated you for details, Bakugou not-so-discreetly glanced over his shoulder to check your response. 

You merely replied, “It’s a secret.”

This frustrated the Bakusquad (and Bakugou) to no end, but you weren’t quite yet ready to tell your true feelings to anyone, at least not in public. It wasn’t until much later that same day when Bakugou caught you for some alone time in your bedroom that he brought up the question again. 

“Hey…” Bakugou said, sitting alongside you on your bed with a concerned expression. “Next month, I’m gonna totally outdo the gift you just gave me. But don’t go taking gifts from other guys. I’m not gonna give anything to other people either. Remember, it’s just gotta be our thing, ya know?”

You hid your face a little in your hands to cover your embarrassment from his sweet statement. “Oh, okay! Anything for my best friend!”

“Good.” Bakugou steeled himself to say his next piece. “That means we’re officially exclusive from now on. And the only gifts we’re gonna give each other are gonna be special, right?”

He was genuinely wondering about your answer judging by the bit of desperation behind his words. He was so cute sometimes. You needed to tell him the truth.

You beamed at him playfully. “Well of course! I can’t just give everyone romance chocolates, now can I?”

Bakugou appeared surprised for a second before breaking out into a satisfied and proud grin.

“‘Course not,” Bakugou said, his heart pounding as he leaned over to eagerly kiss you.

(I still exist! I have just been busy with real life and I am sick. Thankfully I was able to get this post out in time!)

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Kisses For When You're Injured

One day, you came home with a minor scrape on your face. Although you cleaned and bandaged it properly, that did little to assuage Bakugou’s concerns. Before you could escape, Bakugou trapped you in your shared bedroom to litter kisses all over your face in a strange attempt to ‘heal’ you.

You giggled. “Katsuki! You’re not a Disney princess! Your kisses don’t have magical healing powers! That’s not how this works…”

“Just fucking watch me! You’ll be healed in no time. Now stop squirming and lemme kiss ya!”

Bakugou continued his arduous work of kissing every inch of you, even though only your face was injured. You couldn’t stifle the giggles that erupted from his feather-light lips tickling your skin. Even though your injury still stung, you did feel better in an entirely different way. 

“Katsuki…” you said, with mock surprise. “I think it’s working! I feel my energy coming back… I feel stronger!” You power pose.

“Oi. You’re still injured. Sit down.” Bakugou yanked you back into his lap.

(Finally on winter break from university, hopefully I can continue writing more fanfiction now!)

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Skull Shirts

A familiar sight awaited you in Bakugou’s laundry basket. You pulled out one of his old skull shirts, something he wore long before he asked you out. Let alone married you. 

“Katsuki, you still wear these raggedy skull shirts?” you asked, holding the offending thing in the air. “Could’ve sworn you wore this on one of our first stay-at-home dates…”

“The hell’s wrong with my clothes?” Katsuki asked from his spot on the bed. “Ya know ya love ‘em.”

You wrinkled your nose. “But you’ve had some of these for years… why?”

“‘Cause they still fit!” Bakugou slammed his laptop shut, rising from the bed to approach you. He snatched the skull shirt from your grasp. “I’ve got other new clothes anyways. It’s not like my entire closet is filled with ancient fossils for outfits.”

Bakugou briefly held up the skull shirt over your figure. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what silly thoughts ran through his head.

“Why don’t you wear ‘em?” Bakugou asked. He moved the skull shirt away to give your body an appreciative once over. “Think they’d look good on ya…”

You huffed. “I already told you a long time ago, they’re not my style!”

“They fucking could be!” Bakugou threw the shirt back into the pile so he’d have free hands to play with the hem of your shirt. “You’d look so fucking cute in them, dammit. Don’t know why ya hate my style so much…”

You laughed and pecked the top of his temple. “I’m only teasing, sweetie. You know I love you and your cutie patootie skull shirts!”

Bakugou grimaced at your phrasing. “You freaking better…” He sneered, before pressing his lips hungrily into yours.

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That Gorgeous Dress

“You’re looking gorgeous in that dress, babe,” Bakugou said, planting a smooch on your bare back. “You’re gonna leave the house in that thing? Wish you’d wear this just for me…”

Bakugou draped himself over you, his arms curling around your waist to cage you in. His nose brushed against your skin so he could breathe in your perfume. Bakugou knew there was no place he’d rather be.

“You can always join me at the dinner party,” you said, peeking over your shoulder at your man.

“Not a chance in hell.” Bakugou kissed up your neck to whisper in your ear. “Ya gotta stay with me instead…”

“Kaaaaatsukiiii…”

“Whaaaaaat?”

“I’m gonna be laaaaaaate…” 

You pulled away from him and grabbed your belongings. You gave Bakugou one last peck on the cheek, and headed for the front door. Bakugou frowned at you as you attempted to abandon your loyal, loving husband. He couldn’t spend this fine evening alone without you. To put it politely, it would be boring as all hell.

Bakugou shook his head and then headed for your bedroom. “Get in the car, I’ll be out in a second!”

(Working on updating my Bakugou x Reader university fic sometime after this!)

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How to Summon a Demon

“Wanna try summoning a demon?” Kaminari asked. 

“Sure,” Sero said. “Dunno how.”

“It’s actually quite simple. Watch.”

Kaminari whipped out his phone, texting you. Sero peered over his shoulder on the couch to check what he wrote. “You should join us in the living room. We’ve got snacks!”

“♡ Coming over!” you replied.

The elevator dinged. You stepped out of it, with Bakugou loyally trailing by your side as always. He snatched the food and popped snacks into your mouth.

“See, look!” Kaminari said, pointing at Bakugou. “A demon!”

“YOU WANNA DIE, DUNCE FACE?”

“Oh.”

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For some reason, this post is no longer showing up in the general tags of Tumblr.

That's like at least the third or fourth time this has happened to one of my posts. I'm reblogging this to double check.

Edit: Something fixed it?

Comparing Hand Sizes

This was the stupidest love advice Bakugou ever received. But he had to give it a shot.

Bakugou approached you at the house party, steeling himself for the worst. The Bakusquad would have hell to pay if this didn’t work.

“Oi,” Bakugou said. “Wanna compare hand sizes?” 

“Um… sure?” 

He feared that you might’ve already caught onto his little game, but you still held up your hand against his. 

“Guess mine’s bigger,” Bakugou said, as instructed. 

Bakugou didn’t know where to fucking go from here, because the idiots didn’t give him the full instructions for this dumb trick. Bakugou went with his gut instead. His fingers intertwined with yours, letting both your hands drop. His hand still gripped yours firmly. 

You laughed in his face. “Really? This is how you finally make a move on me? You’re such a dork!”

“S-so what? It fucking worked, didn’t it?!”

After that, Bakugou didn’t let go of your hand for almost the entire night. He didn’t endure that embarrassment for nothing. However, he knew he needed more.

“So... ya wanna compare lips too? Wonder whose is better.”

“Wow. You are sooooo dorky!”

“Will you just get over here?!”

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Comparing Hand Sizes

This was the stupidest love advice Bakugou ever received. But he had to give it a shot.

Bakugou approached you at the house party, steeling himself for the worst. The Bakusquad would have hell to pay if this didn’t work.

“Oi,” Bakugou said. “Wanna compare hand sizes?” 

“Um… sure?” 

He feared that you might’ve already caught onto his little game, but you still held up your hand against his. 

“Guess mine’s bigger,” Bakugou said, as instructed. 

Bakugou didn’t know where to fucking go from here, because the idiots didn’t give him the full instructions for this dumb trick. Bakugou went with his gut instead. His fingers intertwined with yours, letting both your hands drop. His hand still gripped yours firmly. 

You laughed in his face. “Really? This is how you finally make a move on me? You’re such a dork!”

“S-so what? It fucking worked, didn’t it?!”

After that, Bakugou didn’t let go of your hand for almost the entire night. He didn’t endure that embarrassment for nothing. However, he knew he needed more.

“So... ya wanna compare lips too? Wonder whose is better.”

“Wow. You are sooooo dorky!”

“Will you just get over here?!”

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Camera Shy

None of Bakugou’s selfies ever showed him alone. All his selfies included you, because that was the only way he’d consider taking a photo of himself. It was just yet another excuse to check your figure out.

He preferred your presence in the shot, all pretty and dainty and easy on the eyes. Bakugou often offered to take photos of only you, but you insisted that he joined you every time. All your photos showed you two together, as an inseparable item. 

Bakugou’s photo album became inundated with selfies from every event you attended together. Bakugou scrolled through the past memories, fondly remembering each moment he spent with you. He’d recall them even when he was old and gray and still beside you, never regretting a thing. 

Bakugou’s eyes always lazily rolled over your cute figure, etching your smiles into his memory. He could never get enough eyefuls of his only love. Bakugou would bug you about the old photos all too often, either to remind you of your happy days together or just to find another excuse to see your adorable smile in real life one more time.

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The Bakusquad Gaming Group - Ch. 4 - It's Official

| Masterlist | The Bakusquad Gaming Group Masterlist | | Previous | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff, suggestive ♡ Pairing: Gamer!Bakugou x Gamer!Reader ♡ Tags: Crossover (MHA x multiple franchises), gaming AU, Quirkless AU, aged up

Many Let's Players, including yourself, marked the upcoming gaming convention on your calendars several weeks in advance.

You and the Bakusquad were both set to attend, but you were only welcomed as a visitor. The Bakusquad became big enough to host their own live panel with Q&A, set on the first day of the convention. You didn’t get one because you didn’t have a big group like theirs, but your fanbase was still hyped for your own attendance. Many commenters clamored for more interactions between you and Bakugou at the convention, and people expected you to visit their panel specifically. Your fans often asked when you would officially join the Bakusquad, to the point of irritation.

The Bakusquad secretly planned to have you join them on their trip to the convention center. You wanted your appearance at their particular panel to be a surprise for the fans, so you never confirmed any of the fan's theories as to whether you would or wouldn't visit the Bakusquad panel in particular. You just informed everyone that you would be attending the upcoming convention, and left it at that.

The Bakusquad shared their panel schedule with you. The entire group would be sitting at a long table in front of the audience with their leader Bakugou standing at a podium leading the event. First, they would start with introducing their members, after that they'd show some skits they put together, then they'd proceed to announcements for future projects, videos, and merch, and finally they'd get to the Q&A section where fans would line up to ask them questions. They planned for you to be the first audience member in line for Q&A disguised as a fan and from there, you'd surprise everyone by joining them on their panel table. But they weren't sure of how exactly this would work. You'd figure it out later.

All the Bakusquad members (besides Bakugou himself) would be vlogging throughout their trip and posting it all later on their shared Bakusquad channel. Your appearances in these vlogs would be your first appearance on their shared group channel, though nobody knew the Bakusquad had invited you at all. The videos wouldn't be posted until after you left the convention. Your continued collaborations with the Bakusquad in the several weeks leading up to the panel only built up the hype for how the group would handle your eventual convention appearance.

Over the past months that you've known the Bakusquad, you chatted with all their members over numerous streams. This would be your first time seeing your friends in-person. The group already planned to meet you at the airport shortly before the convention started. From there, you'd travel to the convention center together.

The day before the convention, you landed at the airport, prepared to join the rest of the group. Bakugou's head was on a swivel until he caught sight of you, then he flagged you down.

You rushed over to the Bakusquad, carrying your luggage and waving at them. Ashido gave you a big hug when you finally reached them, with Bakugou scrutinizing you two from the sidelines.

"I finally get to see you in-person!" Ashido cried. "You're so much different than what I imagined!"

"But you've seen me on my facecam..." you said, as you and Ashido suffocated each other in the hug.

"It's probably your height," Sero said. "Nobody imagines height correctly." Kirishima nodded.

"You're different than what Bakugou said you'd look like!" Kaminari chimed in. "He told me--"

"I didn't tell you jack shit," Bakugou snapped. "Raccoon Eyes, let 'em go. Don't wanna see you two snuggling the entire damn trip."

Ashido released you. "What? Afraid I'm gonna steal her from you?"

"You couldn't steal candy from a fucking baby!"

"Let's not fight!" you said. "This is supposed to be a happy occasion, right?"

"Have you met us?" Jirou asked. "We're not exactly a group that's known for getting along all chummy and shit."

You pouted. "But I like being chummy... and shit."

Bakugou patted your head. "Don't get too chummy with the wrong crowd." He glared at Ashido, who didn't care at all. "Don't worry about them, worry about yourself. We can go over the convention plans in the car. Let's move, people."

You spent the day hanging out with the Bakusquad. It wasn't so different from your chats online except that the group was much more chaotic in-person. They loved to rib one another, and sometimes it felt like it was every man for himself. For example, Jirou teased you for getting emotional and sensitive in your last dating sim and Bakugou nearly ripped her to shreds on the spot. You held Bakugou back before he could land himself in prison.

But the group members also supported one another, including you. They always made sure to include you in conversations and it felt easy to talk with them as you did before online, like they were still your same old friends. Bakugou chatted with you most of all.

"Never heard Bakugou talk this much before outside of streams," Kaminari said, as your group walked around town. "It's weird seeing him semi-friendly."

"That's a blatant lie," Bakugou snapped. "You've known me for how long?!"

"Come to think of it," Sero said, "this is my first time hearing Bakugou speak. I usually just tune him out automatically."

"I thought he was mute!" Ashido said, shrugging.

Once again, you had to hold back Bakugou from committing murder. This continued several times throughout the day, with the other members sometimes using you as a human meat shield against their leader.

The group eventually got too accustomed to you reigning in Bakugou, soon growing cocky and taunting Bakugou even more than before. They accused him of being overly fluffy, committing various crimes, and being unable to hide his fondness for you. That last one embarrassed you so much you couldn't hold back Bakugou anymore, and the entire group ran away to avoid a raging Bakugou. You were left in the dust until Bakugou led you back to where the group hid.

Afterwards, your group ate out together at a restaurant and then finally retired to a hotel. You shared a hotel room with Ashido and Jirou, each person with their own separate bed. Bakugou had his own hotel room and the other three guys shared a room with only two beds, which was quite strange. You didn't know if two of the three boys shared a bed, if one of them brought a sleeping bag from home, or if one of them just duct-taped themselves to the ceiling for a place to sleep. You didn't ask. Ashido giggled every time you mentioned it, though.

Around late evening, Ashido and Jirou left your shared hotel room to get some late night snacks. You texted Bakugou that you were terribly bored being alone, and he texted you something intriguing.

"Come over."

It almost sounded like a command, though you knew he'd respect your rejection if you didn't want to go. Still, you went.

His hotel door was open when you reached it. "Bakugou?" You popped your head inside.

"Yo." Bakugou sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

You locked the door behind you and approached him, a little jittery. "I'm so excited for this convention. It'll be my first, you know?"

"Mine too," he said, as you sat down beside him. "First time being on a panel, anyways."

"I'm so proud of you," you said. "Don't forget about me after you grow eternally famous."

"...'Course I won't. Remember what we planned. And don't get too nervous, alright? 'Cause I can tell you're nervous right now."

His hand stroked your face briefly. He smirked. You bit back a smile, but it still appeared nevertheless.

"It's not really our planned surprise that's making me nervous," you admitted. "I think it's more your doing..."

"How bad is it?"

"It's keeping me from sleeping for sure."

"Why don't you go to bed?" Bakugou asked, his voice almost a growl.

"I'm already here, aren't I?" you said, innocently.

Bakugou drew closer to you, your noses almost touching.

"That's exactly what I meant..."

Your phone rang. You both jumped back. You scowled at the wretched incoming call. It was Ashido. You glanced at Bakugou before taking the call.

"Hey!" Ashido cried. "Where the heck are you?! We have your snacks right here!"

"Yeah," Jirou chimed in. "Get the fuck back here. We're getting real hungry and we might start eating your portion. Or do you want us to hunt for you?"

Jirou must've known exactly where you went. Maybe Ashido did too. You couldn't let them find you here.

"Um, gimme a second, okay? I'm kind of busy!"

"Busy with what--"

You hung up on them. Bakugou was still staring at you the entire time. His expression was unreadable.

"Sorry," you said. "I don't want them to find me in here. They'll think--"

"I know exactly what they'll think."

Your heart was still beating out of your chest, and so was his.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I have to go. I just--"

"Go."

"Okay. Alright. Goodnight."

"Night."

You didn't get to talk to Bakugou about your little tryst the following day. You felt it was your fault for leaving, but you didn't think you could convince Ashido and Jirou to stop searching for you even if you were blunt about your situation.

The group would soon start preparing for their panel and there wasn't any time to waste. As the group's leader, Bakugou would make sure that the Bakusquad got through all their panel segments on time and generally keep the other idiots in line.

You worked overtime to help manage the group, even though it wasn't officially your job. Like a true parent, you kept everyone fed, stopped numerous fights, and made fun of them even worse than how they made fun of each other. You caught Bakugou snickering at some of your teasing.

The turnout for the Bakusquad event was much bigger than anyone expected, and the audience almost filled out the entire room. Every single one of the Bakusquad members was pretty nervous. It showed in a number of ways, like fidgeting or chattiness. Bakugou was quieter than he usually was, separate from the rest of the group. Nobody else seemed to notice.

Bakugou reassured the group throughout the day that they'd 'give the audience hell' and would 'show them what they're made of'. But you still worried about him.

You found some alone time with Bakugou before the show started. You started stroking his arm rhythmically to calm him down.

"...Are ya doing this for me or more for yourself?" Bakugou asked, quietly.

"A bit of both," you said, resting your head against his shoulder. "I know you're a big scaredy cat deep down."

"You're the scaredy cat..."

Bakugou pulled you against him for a hug. You could hear how fast his heart raced inside his chest. You buried your face in his chest, trying your best to soothe his worries. You weren't sure if you were making him more or less relaxed.

"We start in a few minutes!" Kirishima called out in the distance.

You abruptly pulled away from Bakugou. You saw him mentally snap out of his reverie, and you wondered what he was thinking regarding your hug just now. But there' wasn't time.

"Got your fill?" you asked. "It's starting soon. I know you'll do great out there, trust me. So break a leg!"

"Will do." Bakugou walked away, never breaking your gaze. "And thank you, I mean it. Watch me while I'm up there, alright? Don't take your eyes off me."

You nodded. Bakugou walked out onto the panel, where the other Bakusquad members sat at a lengthy table in front of the audience. You scurried off to your reserved seat in the audience area, putting on a unicorn mask to disguise yourself. For now, you'd pretend to be a normal fan. From your seat, you checked up on Bakugou, who still seemed to be flustered from your earlier interactions.

Many audience members wore the Bakusquad's merchandise. Most members wore Dynamight's merch, with his iconic explosion logo and faceless designs. He once told you in private he hated the idea of people wearing his face, and you always laughed at the thought of it.

Some other fans wore your merch too. There was a large overlap between your fanbases nowadays. Online, there were numerous fans asking if you were present at the convention right now. The girls sitting next to you were even reading fluffy Bakugou x You fanfiction to pass the time... You hoped none of these people would recognize you now that you were disguised as a beautiful latex unicorn.

Bakugou scanned the crowd for you and spotted your unicorn mask soon enough. You gave him two peace signs that he definitely saw. He could barely tear his eyes away from your silly disguise until Kirishima reminded him to start.

Bakugou straightened the microphone on his podium, the rest of the group sitting at a long table facing the audience.

"Yo," Bakugou said. "I'm Bakugou Katsuki, aka Dynamight, the leader of the Bakusquad. And these are the lackeys that do my bidding."

"You wish," Jirou said.

"We're more like his personal group of bullies!" Ashido said. The others nodded.

"Our videos never exactly go to plan due to this type of behavior," Bakugou said, with a sneer. "In case you couldn't fucking tell, we're a gaming group. We vlog, and we enter competitions, and all that shit. You guys wanna introduce yourselves?"

The rest of the Bakusquad members introduced themselves as Bakugou asked to varying levels of applause. Bakugou garnered the most applause by far, while the rest gathered less applause, along with more formal canned reactions. You wondered how many people would applaud for you.

After their introductions, they moved onto announcements and the skits they produced. Most of the skits were just them dicking around, and often had nothing to do with video games. But the audience liked seeing the Bakusquad get into trouble. Occasionally Bakugou glanced at you to check your reaction and he looked pleased to catch you giggling. You shooed him away if he stared too long.

Finally, the Q&A section started and fans started lining up to ask questions. You got in line first before anyone else. Many of the Bakusquad members glanced at your unicorn mask waiting in line, thinking about the question you'd love to ask them as a 'fan'.

You kind of knew what you generally wanted to ask, but you didn't form an exact script. Bakugou would be handling the questions, so you'd have to improvise a bit on the fly. You walked up to the microphone set up for the Q&A fans, facing the Bakusquad with your unicorn mask still concealing your face.

You asked them a question that Bakugou knew was coming, something that fans already asked them a million times on social media.

You asked about yourself.

"When is that pink gamer girl gonna show up at your panel?"

The audience groaned at your annoying question. Some even glared.

“I dunno." Bakugou grinned. "When are you?”

You took off your unicorn mask. The audience gasped.

"Everyone, meet our newest Bakusquad member!"

You took off your unicorn mask and walked up to the stage. The audience's groans transformed into cheers upon seeing you. The fans wearing your merchandise shrieked and you high-fived them as you walked past. Even so, their cheers were not enough to rival everyone's cheers for Bakugou from earlier. You took an extra seat besides Bakugou's podium at the long table, the bright production lights almost blinding your eyes. You overheard some audience members talking about you. "Dynamight's girlfriend joined the Bakusquad!"

"She's gonna be a permanent part of our videos from now on," Bakugou said, looking happy to have you by his side. "And since she's now officially part of our group, you can start bugging her with questions too."

"Now you guys can finally stop asking us when she'll join," Kirishima said. Some of the Bakusquad laughed at that.

"But don't go asking any shipping-related shit!" Bakugou said. "That stuff's banned from Q&A. Onto the next question."

Some of the crowd looked disappointed by the shipping ban, but most were still hyped. You were nervous, and didn't know what questions to expect.

The first real fan approached the microphone after you left it, wearing a Dynamight T-shirt.

"Um, hi!" the fan said. "Just wanted to say I'm excited to meet you all, including the newest member." The crowd let loose a few cheers. "So my question is kinda weird. But it's something I ask at every panel. Uh, how did you guys sleep last night?"

"Oddly intrusive question," Jirou said. "Me and Ashido I barely slept at all, we were up gaming."

"Did you guys know that these three boys slept together?" Ashido gestured towards Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari. "And yet they only had twoooo beds! What's up with that?"

"Speaking of which, how did you sleep last night?" Sero asked Kaminari in a sultry tone, complete with bedroom eyes.

"I slept great, thanks to you..."

"Fucking shut the fuck up!" Bakugou said, slamming his hands on the podium. "I don't wanna hear about your creepy ass love lives!"

"Clearly someone does," you said, side-eyeing the audience. "I think it's cute."

"At least we have a love life!" Kaminari cried. "What do you have? A single hotel bedroom, all to yourself?"

You and Bakugou shared a quick glance at each other. Nobody actually knew that you visited his bedroom the other night, and you sure as hell weren't going to reveal anything here.

"My bedroom is my business," Bakugou said.

"Bet there's no 'business' going on in there," Ashido said. Jirou whooped and high-fived her. The audience laughed with them.

"Fucking shut up, all of you." Bakugou glared at the audience. "All of you."

"Aw come on you guys!" you said, desperately trying to save Bakugou's dignity. "It doesn't matter if Bakugou's got nothing going on. It's okay to be single, don't you know?"

"You're making things worse," Bakugou said.

"Wait hold on a minute! Hold on a minute!" Everyone (except Bakugou) turned to Kirishima. "So you're agreeing he's got nothing going on? Even you? 'Cause by the way the shippers talk I thought you'd--"

"Don't mention the damn shippers!"

Some of the audience cheered and shrieked, and you knew exactly which part of your current audience was the shippers. It was those people in particular.

"I thought the shipping ban was for the fans only?" Kirishima asked. "I don't ship anybody..."

"No, the ban is for everyone!" Bakugou said. "For her sake, we're not mentioning any 'shipping' for the rest of the panel." Bakugou briefly glanced at you. "No shipping questions and no shipping talk from these traitors. Or else I'll fucking 'ship' you to Africa."

"I slept fine by the way!" you said, cheerfully.

The next few questions were directed to the other Bakusquad members. You drank some water as you tried to calm down, wondering when you would be asked a question. Finally, a new fan stepped towards the microphone, his question addressed to Bakugou and you.

"Is it true that Dynamight and the new girl went to university together?"

"We actually did!" you said. "He was apparently the star quarterback on the university's sports team. Made headlines and everything. But we never talked to each other."

"It's a shame I never even saw you once," Bakugou said.

"I wish we would've met back then," you said, smiling at the boy. "Apparently you had a different haircut back in uni. Less fluffy."

"Think he would've had the same personality though," Kaminari said. "The same, awful personality."

"Shut your trap!" Bakugou snapped. "The question doesn't involve you."

"Hey, I was just kidding!"

Bakugou sighed. "Anyways, if we did meet back then, our channels probably would've turned out differently."

"Oh absolutely!" you said. "The audience may not know this, but Bakugou was a huge fan of my channel before we met. We both binged a lot of each other's videos like, all the time. And he actually modeled his channel after mine!"

Bakugou averted his eyes from you, embarrassed. Still, he didn't deny what you said.

"But your content is completely different..." Jirou said, twirling her hair. "Bakugou's never done tea time with his chat members."

"Not yet!" You wiggled your eyebrows at Bakugou.

"Not ever. Next question."

A few more fans passed around questions to various Bakusquad members before the final fan addressed you, one more time. It was one of the girls reading Bakugou x You fanfiction that you saw earlier.

"Not a shipping question, but what do you and Dynamight like most about each other?"

This question was definitely toeing the line of 'shipping', but you couldn't call it out. You didn't want to be rude to your fans. So you tried playing it off as a joke, with both you and Bakugou suddenly scrutinizing each other.

"Is there anything I like about this guy?" you asked yourself, stroking your chin.

"If you don't like me, why are you always hanging out with me? Huh?"

The audience fawned over your interaction with a suggestive "Ooooo!" You really didn't mean to flirt in front of everyone, but perhaps that was how they interpreted it. Even the fan at the microphone got excited.

"You're not gonna answer the question?" Bakugou asked.

"You first." You really had no idea how to salvage this situation.

Bakugou groaned. "I don't fucking know... I really love your hair. Happy?"

You cringed internally. Couldn't Bakugou choose a trait that wasn't tied to your appearance? You glared at him but he wasn't looking at you or anyone. The man appeared suspicious as all hell.

"Well I like your temper," you said, with a lackadaisical flick of your hand. "Makes it easy to rile you up for views."

The audience also fawned and squealed over that comment, which you didn't interpret as suggestive at all. You didn't know what ran through their minds, and you didn't want to know.

Kirishima leaned over and quickly whispered to you, "You're both really awful at this, you know that?" You couldn't even snap back a response without alerting everyone in the audience watching you.

"That's one way to fucking end things," Bakugou said. "We're officially outta time for Q&A."

"And thanks to everyone else who came!" you cried. "To the rest of you still in line, we're so sorry we couldn't take everyone's questions. We really had a lot of fun today!"

The rest of the Bakusquad thanked the audience and said their goodbyes. After the panel, your group stuck around to sign autographs and take photos with the fans. Bakugou held back unless you specifically joined him in the fan's photos. Otherwise, the boy was ready to call it quits with the panel event to explore the rest of the convention. Bakugou's eyes kept shifting back towards you every now and then.

Even after the panel finished, you wondered about Bakugou's comment. Was your hair really your best trait? Or was he hiding the real answer from the audience and you? You needed to know. After all, your own answer wasn't entirely honest. You didn't hate his temper and you did enjoy teasing him, but it wasn't your favorite trait of all time. The first positive thing about him that came to mind was his appearance, but blurting that out wouldn't have helped either.

Maybe you should've denied the fan's question entirely. Maybe you should've gotten media training prior to the panel. You didn't know.

The rest of the group split up to explore the other panels at the gaming convention. You found yourself alone with Bakugou in a courtyard close to the convention center, with fewer people around. Your heart skipped a beat.

"So... you like my hair?" you asked, a hand on your hip.

"Don't read into it," Bakugou said, quickly looking away. "I had to give 'em something."

"Couldn't you give them something that wouldn't feed the shippers?"

"You fed them too! Fuck, they would've been fed off of anything we do! If we stood next to each other, they'd assume we're married! Worry about it when we get even more famous."

"Guess so... Say, what was your real answer to their last question?"

"You're asking what I like most about you?" Bakugou folded his arms and grinned. "I dunno. Guess you're pretty cute when you're all worried like you were on stage."

You pouted. "It was a normal amount of nervousness! You were nervous too!"

"Not as much as you. Probably 'cause you helped calm me down earlier. I also love it whenever ya argue with me."

"That must be why you love pestering me," you said.

"Maybe... But if I'm being honest, there's a whole lotta other stuff I love about ya."

Bakugou stroked your face. You held still, not pulling away from him. The few other people in the courtyard didn't notice you two.

Bakugou gulped.

"So what was your answer?" Bakugou asked.

"My answer? Hm... It's probably your hair that I like most. Just so soft."

"Is that all ya like about me?" Bakugou looked at you, seriously.

"No, there's so much more than that..."

"...Guess we're the same."

Bakugou leaned in and kissed you, exhaling through his nose. His lips were warm like his body, somewhat chapped yet still inviting. His hand still cupped your face, tilting your head slightly so he could deepen the kiss better. Bakugou groaned into your mouth, kissing you like a starved man. You loved the kiss but you couldn't reciprocate with half as much pressure as he was giving; the boy wanted to immediately transform his first kiss into his first makeout session. His lips wouldn't waste this rare opportunity of getting to kiss you.

Bakugou pinned you against a nearby courtyard pillar while you were all too aware of the people nearby. You broke away from his kiss, the both of you catching your breath.

"You're lucky nobody saw that," you whispered.

"Don't care," he said, voice rough. "Wanted ya so bad."

Somebody turned towards your direction and you straightened yourself, trying to act natural. Bakugou followed your lead, scratching the back of his neck to hide his face from others. A few more people poured into the courtyard from the convention center and you couldn't resume your intimacy with an audience.

You pulled on Bakugou's arm. "How about we enjoy the convention center together? I promise we can save all that other stuff for later..."

"Oh we're definitely picking back up again later, dammit!"

Still reeling from his first kiss, Bakugou followed after you like a lost puppy. You spent the entire day with Bakugou. It honestly felt like a real date, though neither of you two said anything directly about your kiss. You didn't know where your relationship was. You didn't know whether you or Bakugou wanted to be public about your relationship yet.

Throughout the entire day, you couldn't get the image of you and Bakugou nearly making out from your mind's eye. You wondered if Bakugou was the same; he kept peeking at your lips every now and then. When he held your face with one hand, his fingers brushed dangerously close to the edges of your mouth. But you two never got another private moment to kiss with all these people around. Bakugou made sure to protect you and your privacy.

You soon reconvened with the rest of the Bakusquad. Bakugou certainly wouldn't spill any juicy details to them, instead acting cagey whenever the group members inquired on your time together. Over lunch and later dinner you two didn't have much alone time to yourselves. Bakugou kept trying to invite you somewhere more private, but you never got the chance.

It wasn't until nighttime that you saw Bakugou alone again.

Overnight, all of your members kept trying to prank and mess with each other while people tried to sleep, which led to no one getting any sleep at all. 

Bakugou was the best at staying unharmed, since he had his own bedroom as well as the only key to its lock. You were the only one allowed inside because Bakugou got you an extra key for his room.  

You saw the opportunity to strike, and you took it. 

It was late at night, far later than when Bakugou usually slept. Ashido and Jirou already caught you sneaking out of your shared bedroom, but they didn't stop you. If anything, they pushed you out into the hallway. It was very encouraging.

You knew that even though Bakugou wanted to see you alone all day long, he couldn't possibly stay up this late just for that. His old grandpa genes wouldn't let him. So you crept into his bedroom without issue.

Bakugou's room was entirely dark and you quickly closed the door behind you to prevent too much light from getting in. You snuck over to him and you could hear the lazy rhythmic breathing of his body. It was so cute.

You were dead tired from staying up this late, but you needed to prank him as this could be your only chance during the convention. You gave him one test poke. Bakugou moved and your heart leapt out of your chest, but he only rolled over to the other side of the bed. He still looked asleep. 

Frustrated, you got onto the bed to get back within poking distance of the beast. You giggled quietly as you prepared your real attack.

Then, Bakugou grabbed you by your waist. You shrieked and shrieked but he wouldn't let go.

You tumbled backwards and managed to turn on a lamp. His arms had an iron grip on your waist, alongside a devilish grin on his sleepy face, as he caught you right in the act. 

"Where do ya think you're going?" he asked, bags under his eyes. 

"How long have you been awake?" you asked.

"Since you opened the door. If you wanna prank me, don't make it so damn obvious!" 

He clung to you tighter, pulling you back onto the bed. Then he rose up on his knees, grabbed a pillow, and smacked you with it (softly). 

"Stop!" 

He smacked you again (softly).

"Hey stop!"

You grabbed the pillow before he could hit you and you both played tug-of-war with it. With your free arm, you grabbed a different pillow and them smacked his face with it, forcing him back. You sat upright, your new pillow locked and loaded. 

"Did ya come here just to kill me?" he asked, still grinning.

"No, but that option isn't exactly off the menu."

"What else was on the menu?"

You were about to answer his unanswerable question until you heard footsteps and a voice outside. 

"Who's making all that noise?" someone called out.

Both of your heads snapped to the front door, and you saw that it was still unlocked.

"You didn't lock the door!" Bakugou said through gritted teeth.

You shot him an apologetic look and rushed over to lock it properly. Once you did, you turned back to him, still wielding his hotel pillow as your temporary weapon-of-choice. But you didn't want to risk making anymore noise, not while there were still footsteps outside. And you couldn't return to your bedroom with people searching outside. So that left one option.

"You wanna actually sleep for once?" you asked, holding your pillow behind your back. 

Bakugou slammed his pillow back into its proper place. "That's what I was fucking doing before you arrived!" He looked a little nervous before he voiced his next thoughts. "...C'mon back over, if ya want. They might catch ya if you try to leave."

You walked over to him, shyly. He didn't take his eyes off you as you approached. 

Once you got near the bed you lightly pushed his shoulder. "Um, move please."

"Move where?"

"...Back to where you were originally sleeping..." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and then did so, climbing under the covers while scrutinizing you. "This is the only time I'll let somebody boss me around."

"No it's not," you said, smiling. You put your pillow back into its place and climbed into bed after him, with his eyes never leaving you. His eyebrow raised the tiniest bit the closer you got to him, his body stiffening.

"Hi." You gave him a small wave from your side of the bed, which wasn't that far from him.

"Fucking hello, I guess," he said, waving back. He gulped. "If you're comfortable with this, don't be so damn formal..."

He yanked you over (a little too quickly) to his side of the bed. You squealed. You were almost nose-to-nose now, your arms defensive against your chest but your face beaming up at his. He looked down at you softly, still gripping your arm a bit too firmly before finally remembering to release you. You both looked dead tired, and you felt it too.

"Thanks for sharing your bed with me so I wouldn't get caught," you murmured slowly.

"Thanks for stealing it from me with my permission," Bakugou said, groggily. Bakugou yawned despite himself and he looked even more tired afterwards. "Stay as long as ya want. I'd never kick you out, so you're safe with me. Don't ever feel like you need to leave." He poked the tip of your nose. "Just don't try to kill me in my sleep or whatever..." 

"No promises..." you said, your eyelids doing the same. 

Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds, as if contemplating his next move. Then, Bakugou tentatively pressed his lips against yours, his breathing a bit stilted. When you reciprocated the kiss, Bakugou pushed further with growing confidence, making sure to get his fill of love for the night before sleeping. Giggles bubbled out of you and you pulled away from his long-held kiss to peck his face several times. Bakugou grumbled then pecked your own face double the amount times you pecked him, just to prove a point. When he finished, he was staring down at you again, his eyelids drooping.

He looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever saw.

"You're so pretty," he said, his voice somewhat slurred. "But are we actually gonna sleep now? Or what?"

He looked somewhat desperate, like he wanted you to say no. You weren't sure what you wanted.

"You tell me..."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting for his next move. Bakugou stilled, his movements stiff as his arms wrapped around you in return, holding you even tighter than how you held him. Bakugou gingerly kissed you on the lips.

If your fans could see you two now, they'd have much more ammo for their fanfiction...

(The moment when you join the Bakusquad is based off of a real life gaming group moment, if anyone gets the reference! A lot of this story is based off of real life Let's Players but especially that part. Also holy crap it took me so long just to make this chapter, it got extremely long but I am satisfied with it for the most part!)

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Halloween Special - Giving Out Candy

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

(You can also read my other Halloween Special - Trick-Or-Treaters)

This year, you wouldn’t be trick-or-treating. You wanted to spread the love to the rest of the neighborhood by handing out candy instead. Bakugou bugged you to go trick-or-treating with him, but you declined. You held only the tiniest bit of remorse while rejecting him and his cute werewolf costume.

Your neighborhood was packed with candy hunters around your age or younger. You occasionally met a few 1-A students bouncing between houses while trick-or-treating. Ashido and Jirou asked you to join them on their nighttime adventure but you rejected them too. Unsurprisingly, Bakugou also stopped by your house to hassle you once again.

“You’re already wearing a costume!” Bakugou said, while standing outside your door. “You can just waltz out of your house and start trick-or-treating right now.”

“I told you I’m not doing this tonight,” you said. “Now, do you want your candy or not?”

You handed a pouty Bakugou a handful of candy. His bag was entirely empty. Bakugou grumbled a ‘thank you’ and stalked off. 

You thought you were done with him for the night, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Several minutes afterwards, somebody pounded on your door. You opened the door and came face-to-face with Bakugou once again.

“You coming or not?” he asked. 

“Didn’t you visit any other houses?” you asked. “You barely have any candy in your bag…”

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“I answered your question last time.” You handed another fistful of candy to the greedy werewolf boy. “Happy Halloween!”

You shut the door in his disbelieving face. Soon, there was more pounding on your door. You opened it. 

“Why’d you slam the door in my face?!” Bakugou cried.

“I already gave you two handfuls of candy as ransom,” you said. “What else do you want?”

Bakugou was at a loss for words. He looked away, like he wasn’t sure how to express his thoughts.

The correct answer was, “You.”

“...You wanna help me give out candy?” you asked, shyly.

“Ugh. FINE. I don’t wanna deal with those brats outside, but if you insist…”

Bakugou stepped inside your house, all too ready to throw his bag of candy onto your floor. Bakugou didn’t even like candy. 

You and Bakugou spent the rest of the night handing out treats. Bakugou rarely left your side. Even though he clearly disliked dealing with all the trick-or-treaters, he still endured to help you out. Whenever the door closed, Bakugou often commented on your costume, occasionally pinching some of the fabric.

“I assume this means you like my costume?” you asked, tilting your head. 

“Yeah…” 

Bakugou had the warmest look on his face while he stared down at you. He bugged you if you didn’t play with his own costume enough, especially the werewolf ears.

Once most of the trick-or-treaters went home, you permanently closed your door for the night. After that, Bakugou couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He could twirl you around or bear hug you all he wanted. You led him to your couch; Bakugou was easier to manage when his butt was locked to a seat. 

“Why’d you choose that costume, huh?” Bakugou asked, pulling you towards him. "Huh?"

“I just thought it’d be… cute?”

Bakugou hummed in agreement, cuddling you and continuing to play around with your costume at his leisure. Your hands reached for his own body too, sometimes scratching him behind his werewolf ears. Bakugou gazed upon you and your costume, a million thoughts probably emerging in his head. But only one managed to get out.

“...Ya like werewolves too?” he asked, a little nervous.

You grinned ear-to-ear, lightly tugging his collar to bring his face even closer. 

“Oh, they’re my favorite.”

Bakugou always remembered Halloween as the holiday where he received his first kiss from you.

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Halloween Special - Trick-Or-Treaters

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader (You can also read my other Halloween Special - Giving Out Candy)

You and Bakugou prowled the neighborhood streets at night, decked out in your full costumes. You led Bakugou around by tugging on Bakugou’s ‘leash’, a chain attached to a dog collar that was part of Bakugou's werewolf costume.

Bakugou hated trick-or-treating. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to stay at your house or his with the lights turned off to pretend nobody was home. But you loved trick-or-treating, and Bakugou had to tag along to scare off any bad guys who might do you harm. But he also scared off any and all homeowners you visited, and you scolded him every single time. The last person you visited was a small child handing out candy on behalf of their parents and they ran away screaming after seeing Bakugou.

You violently ruffled Bakugou’s hair. “Stop that! Stop doing that!”

“But we can get even more candy now!” Bakugou grabbed a fistful of candy and shoved it into your bag.

You apologized to the homeowners every time afterwards, and thankfully they all took it as a joke. You were still ticked off even as you were walking away from the crime scene. Bakugou reluctantly tuned down his nasty behavior, if only to avoid making you upset.

Other trick-or-treaters gave you and Bakugou a wide berth to avoid your constant playful bickering. The only ones who could tolerate you were the other 1-A students, who you occasionally bumped into on the streets. Vampire Todoroki met you two at an intersection while you were waiting to cross and even jokingly offered to ‘suck your blood’. Bakugou would’ve offered to ‘smash his face in’, but he was supposed to be on good behavior today. Instead, he body blocked Todoroki from coming near you and stuck his tongue out at the vampire as you two walked away. 

Near the end of trick-or-treating your legs grew tired, so Bakugou gave you a piggyback ride while returning to his house. You nearly fell asleep on the ride over, still clinging to Bakugou as he set you down on his couch. He didn't dare break away from your hold, so he instead patiently held still in your grasp until you woke up, despite desperately having to pee. 

Afterwards, you both counted your candy haul in his living room. Bakugou dumped all his candy into your bag without a second thought. His mother also dumped some extra candy into your bag. You’d be feasting on candy for weeks afterwards, including all the other goodies you got. Somebody handed out a rotisserie chicken to trick-or-treaters and Bakugou’s mother got to work on cooking yours.

Once you finished your late dinner, Bakugou’s mother drove you home. Bakugou tagged along for whatever reason, handing you his jacket to warm you up. He dutifully walked you up to your doorstep like a puppy with separation anxiety. 

As you unlocked the door, Bakugou finally found the courage to ask you something.

“Hold up,” he said. “Before ya go, wanna take a picture together?”

You gasped. “You’re asking me for once? You’re no longer camera shy?”

“I was never shy… I just wanted a fucking picture before ya change out of that costume.”

There wasn’t any innocent way you could’ve interpreted that comment, and Bakugou knew it. That was why Bakugou hadn’t said anything all night. But you didn’t mind.

“Well, come on!” You tugged on his leash, pulling him towards you. 

Bakugou took the picture on his phone, totally out of his element but still determined to get this moment immortalized. Bakugou kept the photo as his phone wallpaper for months afterwards, always loving the way you looked in the photo while trying to ignore his own face. Bakugou couldn't wait until next Halloween, where he could catch you in that costume all over again.

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Say It Back, Please

Bakugou possessively gripped your waist as he held you in his lap.

“You’re mine.” Bakugou grinned at you.

“Oh? Okay then. 🙂”

“I SAID YOU’RE MINE!”

“Okay? I already heard you. 🤔”

“No, say it back.”

“Okay! You’re also mine. 🙂”

Bakugou snuggled into your neck. “Good.”

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Too Many Werewolf Kisses

| Masterlist | Werewolf AU Masterlist | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Werewolf!Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Werewolf AU, fated mates, soulmates, established relationships, suggestive (This chapter is a one-shot that can be viewed without reading the other chapters.)

True to his inner doggy self, werewolf Bakugou often slobbered all over you with kisses. 

Bakugou’s constant kisses all over your body tickled you to no end. You would gently push him off part way through his attacks to get a brief breather, before soon letting him back in for more. You could’ve mistook your grumpy werewolf for a golden retriever on his worst kissy days. 

Your body was a buffet for his senses. Bakugou just couldn’t plant enough kisses on you; he needed to cover your whole body in his scent to scare off any love rivals. Bakugou said that you should treat his body just the same, to make sure all the other werewolves know he’s a happily taken man.

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Werewolf AU - Bakugou x Reader - Masterlist

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Werewolf!Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Werewolf AU, fated mates, soulmates ♡ Summary: A series of short one-shots revolving around werewolf Bakugou and his relationship with the reader through a a wide variety of scenarios. (Little-to-no continuity between chapters unless stated otherwise. Thus, many chapters can be read even if you haven't read the previous chapters.)

Table of Contents

Too Many Werewolf Kisses - (Tags: Established relationships, suggestive)

Courting You - (Tags: Medieval AU) (TBD)

Playing Fetch - (Tags: Established relationships) (TBD)

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Kissing a Princess's Hand

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Knight!Bakugou x Princess!Reader ♡ Tags: Medieval AU

As royalty, it was custom for those of lower status to kiss a princess’s hand during ceremonies.

Your prized knight Bakugou never followed these customs for any princess except for you. When you first reached out your hand to him, you weren’t expecting much. But Bakugou still kissed your hand without the same protest and rejection he gave every other princess. 

Bakugou did this diligently for months, while often glaring or snapping at the other men who kissed your hand. You didn’t need a 24-hour guard dog for something so minor, but you got one free of charge.

You didn’t fully understand how his overprotective actions made you feel, and your heart was tired of his antics. Bakugou’s irritation with these other men only grew as time passed, making the both of you increasingly antsy anytime another ceremony was announced. Bakugou kept steering you away from these men after these customs were complete, making sure nobody could plant any more kisses on you and that he would no longer be shamed for refusing to kiss anyone else. One day a ceremony really managed to get under Bakugou’s skin, and after the event Bakugou tore you away from the scene to his private quarters.

“Just wanted to practice some more kissing,” Bakugou said, taking your hand in his. “Can’t risk messing anything up during the next ceremony, now can we? And all the ones after that…”

Bakugou possessively kissed his way up your arm. Giggles erupted from you as his kisses reached your neck. 

Although knights were forbidden from kissing the lady they served, Bakugou’s lips hovered dangerously close to yours. His eyes repeatedly flickered to your lips, but he couldn’t cross the gap.

You wrapped your arms around his stiff neck. “I’m going to teach you what the normal customs never taught me.”

On that night, Bakugou became the first and only member of the knight guard to share many real kisses with their esteemed princess.