#💌・from me to u 💌

[kimmie2me]

Dynamite and His Player 2

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Twitch Gamer!Bakugou x AFAB!Reader

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Bakugou glances over at the camera, brows furrowed as he adjusts his headset. "Alright, you extras, get ready to shut the hell up," he growls, his voice laced with annoyance. "She’s real. I’ve got her right here, and she’s playing with me tonight."

You laugh off-screen, causing his chat to explode with reactions. Up until now, they didn't believe a word Bakugou said when he claimed he had a girlfriend. After all, this is the guy known for his explosive reactions when things go slightly wrong. He grumbles, trying to keep his cool, but the slight blush on his cheeks gives him away.

The game loads up, some horror-puzzle co-op that requires a ton of coordination. But while Bakugou’s all business—focused on solving puzzles and surviving—you have other ideas. You’re busy teasing him, wandering off to explore the map, or purposely messing up just to get a rise out of him.

"Can you just—dammit! Will you STOP wandering off?" Bakugou snaps as he watches your character take another detour. "We’re supposed to be working together!"

You grin at the screen, purposely moving your character in circles. "Aw, come on, Suki~ We’re just having fun, right?"

His jaw clenches, and he mutters something under his breath about "not having fun if you keep screwing around." But his viewers are eating it up, laughing at his frustration and flooding the chat with comments like "She's brave for messing with him, LMAO😭😭" and "Bros .4 seconds away from exploding his monitor for the 10 millionth time🪦"

Eventually, he just huffs, slouching in his chair and mumbling, "Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. I’ll just wait here." His expression says he's beyond annoyed, but the hint of a smile peeking through his scowl gives away that maybe, just maybe, he's actually having a little fun too.

Grumpy Twitch Gamer Bakugou Headcanons

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— Every time he messes up, he narrows his eyes at the camera with that “are you stupid?” glare. Chat spams "IT’S NOT OUR FAULT!” and "WHY R U LOOKING AT US LIKE WE DID THAT??" but he just huffs, “If you idiots weren’t DISTRACTING me…”

— Bakugou’s streaming style is brutally honest—constantly throwing out curses like it’s second nature. If he dies in-game, his go-to is, “How the hell am I supposed to win with this garbage game?!” and he never blames himself, ever.

— He has zero chill. Every so often, he’ll pound the desk so hard that the camera shakes, and one time he punched his mic so fiercely that it cut out, leaving chat in hysterics as he tries to fix it, muttering about “this piece of crap gear.”

— After every gaming session, he gives a review of the game he’s playing—most of which devolve into full-on rants about terrible controls, stupid enemies, and “whoever the hell designed these levels.” At this point, it's an entire essay by the time he's done.

— There are moments when he hits the mute button just to scream or cuss off-mic. Chat sees him red-faced and mouthing words, knowing he’s losing it, which makes them spam laugh emotes to annoy him further.

— Sometimes, when things get really bad, he just simply says "Okay." and goes quiet, leaning in close to the screen with this intense focus. Chat knows that if he’s silent, it’s only because he’s plotting to obliterate whatever got him killed.

— It’s become a running joke with his followers—every time he streams, they place bets on which piece of his equipment he’ll break. He’s replaced his keyboard three times already and had to upgrade his camera stand because he broke the last one during a particularly heated rage quit.

— When he finally beats a level, he acts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “See? Wasn’t even hard, you just have to not be a dumbass.” Cue the smug smirk.

— Occasionally, in his absolute rage, he’ll end the stream immediately after a loss. One second he’s there, screaming at the game, and then—stream offline.

— Despite all the rage, he’s actually insanely good at gaming. When he goes on a winning streak, chat blows up with admiration, but he barely acknowledges it. “’Course I won—who the hell do you think I am?”

— He has zero patience for backseat gamers. “Oh, you think you could do better? Why don’t you go start your own damn channel, then!” The mods know by now to instantly time out anyone who even hints at suggesting how he should play, and the ban count is astronomical by the end of each stream.

— Occasionally, Bakugou gets so into the game that he goes almost silent, and chat jokes it’s an ASMR session because all they can hear is his intense breathing and muttered curses. “Oi, STOP saying it’s ASMR, it’s not ASMR, you freaks!”

— Loading screens are his worst enemy. Every single time, he glares directly into the camera, arms crossed and seething, ranting about the “stupid long loading times” and how he could’ve “beat the damn game twice by now.” and how "a whole child could've been born by now." Chat watches in suspense because they know the rage is simmering, just waiting to explode.

— If he’s playing a console game, the controller does not have a safe future. He’s thrown it across the room, slammed it on his knee or desk, and even threatened it like, “You’re next, you little piece of shit, keep messing up on me.” He’s gone through so many controllers that his sponsor had to send him extras.

— When he loses in a PvP game, he has 1,001 excuses. “Lag. Dumb luck. Exploiter. The devs nerfed my character, obviously.” If chat calls him out, he just scoffs, “You think that was my fault? Keep dreaming.” And the mods instantly clear out any “L��� spam from chat because he’s already dangerously close to slamming his keyboard.

— His channel has special emotes for when he loses his temper—explosion icons, angry Bakugou faces, and even one of his own “ARE YOU FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME?!” face. Chat spams these whenever he starts heating up, which only fuels his fire.

— His viewers love to try and provoke him. Someone will innocently say, “Hey Dynamight, I think you missed something back there,” and he’ll instantly pause, glare at the screen, and say, “I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING, DUMBASS, WE'RE MOVING ON.” It’s like a game within the game for his followers. (He goes back to check right after.)

— “Easy mode?” he scoffs at the suggestion. “I’d rather throw myself into a fire than play on easy mode.” Even if he’s dying over and over, he’ll never, ever change the difficulty. Chat has tried for months to get him to switch, but he’s stubbornly loyal to “the only real mode” (aka Hard Mode, Nightmare mode or above).

— If he actually wins a match, he’s unbearable. He’ll sit there, grinning and basking in his victory, smirking at the camera with a smug, “And that, extras, is why I’m better than every single one of you.” Cue chat sarcastically clapping.

— He once had a bet with his mods that he’d try to do a stream without cursing or raging. He lasted five minutes before he exploded, screaming, “THIS GAME IS FUCKING RIGGED!” after an unexpected jump-scare. The mods were dying, and he banned half of them out of spite (they were unbanned five minutes later, but still).

— Every time he’s about to start a new game, he’s got this exaggerated, dramatic intro: “ALRIGHT, EXTRAS, prepare yourselves ‘cause we’re about to dominate the shit outta this game. And if I see anyone backseat gaming, you’re banned. Don’t even THINK about telling me what to do.”

— Every now and then, when he dies for the tenth time in a row, he just deadpans to the camera, “I swear to God, I’m deleting my channel after this.” Chat knows he’s bluffing, but they still spam crying emojis like “NOOO PLEASE DON’T” just to mess with him.

— Every so often, when he’s focused on a tough level, he’ll mutter something like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad, chat. Don’t tell anyone I said that,” and the comments absolutely blow up with hearts and “WE LOVE YOU, DYNAMIGHT.” He immediately goes red and yells, “Didn’t mean it, idiots!” but it’s too late.

— Once, he rage-quit a game so hard that his entire setup fell silent. He’d punched the desk, and the screen went black. Chat watched in shock as the stream just… cut off. The clip went viral, with an entire 30-minute compilation titled “Every time Dynamight destroyed his setup” He came back the next day, reacted to it, and you already know he gave the video a thumbs down and left a long hate comment.

— His mods convinced him to play a “relaxing, casual game” that was secretly full of jump scares. The first time it happened, he almost flipped his entire desk. He immediately banned half of his mods and told the rest they were “on thin ice.” Chat still laughs about it every time he plays a “cute” game.

[yuwuta]

honestly all of them are really bad at enduring the silent treatment/you wanting to be alone after an argument but satoru and megumi are the absolute worst like satoru cannot do it he cannot have you not talking to him he will do anything he will beg he will cry he will grovel he will buy food and presents and a house and a car and sing to you outside of your window and beg and beg and beg, and megumi cannot stand the idea of you going to bed angry at him

[hrtzbeat]

So... Apparently isa and her birds are more of a topic than I thought

Mayhaps rei will get her bird army after all, if you can manage to convince isasona (good luck bro she wants PEACE)

context: he took her pudding cup from the staff fridge

[thedeadthree]

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[thenamesapollo]

ive been on roblox playing brainmold cafe and this one area in a world was so silly it reminded me of you. im doing this with you we can be dancing together like buddies

NOTHING MORE FUN THAN FRIENDS DANCING TOGETHER IN HARMONY!!!!! HAHAHA WHAT FUN WE'RE HAVING OMG!!!! ♪⁠(⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪ ♪\⁠(⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠\⁠ ⁠)♪⁠

[ejudollz]

do you have any more thoughts on doll!jo like dressing him up & teasing him enough to rile him up but not going further past that cause dolls can't cum! impossible. all they can do is sit and look pretty while you touch them 🫶 i think something lacy and light blue or peach would suit him really well & maybe putting blush on his cheeks...stop femming men challenge failed

-🫐anon you'll never guess who this is mwahaha

this is an insane ask im gonna kiss your brain it's so beautiful like this is so well thought out why have i never thought of this you're so smart omg???!!!!???!!?!!!

i love this so much.. i know jojo would have such a hard time sitting still :(( everytime you bring him close to release his hands would be reaching out for you, only for you to pull away. you'd have to keep reminding him that dollies have to sit still!! when you're dressing him up he'd keep smiling up at you, giving you the prettiest eyes ever. he'd wait so patiently for you to get done and he'd feel so so pretty in all the lace that rests so prettily against his skin <3 i definitely agree that a light blue color would be sooo pretty on him, something with bows would also go so so good. the mention of putting blush on him reminds me of his elle korea vid of him doing his makeup all pretty... yeah.. he'd whine so much being all pretty for you but you're not letting him cum. he'd love being controlled by you like this but he'd be going crazy trying to be the perfect doll for you. he'd shake under you everytime you deny him but he'd take everything you give him so so graciously <3

[choccorin]

your knight in shining armour ( HELP ME THE TAGS IN SAKU'S ASK )

sennie. you can't just show me the prettiest boy ever and expect me to be calm.

[madefortherain]

hiii! Having Thoughts sooo what are ddtk remus and sirius up to today? 👀💕

hello!! thank you sm for the ask! i’m putting the full ramble under a cut bc i… well, i wrote you a whole essay lmaooo, but in short: ddtk remus and sirius are doing very well, and are as sickeningly in love as ever!! <3

they’ve officially moved in together, sirius asked remus about it on new year’s eve (right after the end of extra kisses) since they were spending more nights together at either one of their flats than they were alone, and there was, subsequently, an abundance of giddy gushing about & to one another, and champagne-drunk sloppy making out about it all. they spent ages looking for a flat that works for both of them—somewhere still close to sirius’ work and (what is now just) james and reg’s flat, but also close to a train station for remus to get where he needs to go (because while he has his license, and sirius has said he’s welcome to use the car whenever he likes, remus just generally doesn’t love driving and prefers taking public transport, reading a book/listening to music on the commute). the place is smaller than sirius’ old place with james and reg, but bigger than remus’ old single bedroom flat, and it doesn’t look like much at first, but they spend many weekends going furniture shopping and decorating the place and it turns into a really beautiful home.

remus graduated from his teaching degree!! around a year after he and sirius officially started dating, and sirius made sure james, regulus, marlene, and dorcas all came to his graduation ceremony, and lily, mary, and peter were there too, of course. sirius cheered far too loudly when remus’ name was called and he got his degree, and they went out for a big dinner all together to celebrate. when he first starts teaching, sirius insists on referring to him as professor lupin for an entire week straight until remus threatens to never call him sweetheart again if he doesn’t stop (he would never actually do that and they both know it, but sirius pretends to take this threat v seriously).

remus also resigned from flourish & chocs and all his coworkers threw him a big farewell party where everyone got far too drunk and remus definitely drunk texted sirius very sappy messages in the middle of it and was extremely clingy when sirius picked him up and he was slightly mortified about it all the next day, but sirius adored every part of it. and! arthur told remus he’ll always give him the staff discount even though he’s not working there anymore.

it took a little for remus to find a school he was comfortable working at, but now he loves all his students and he’s even managed to make some friends with some other staff. he’s everyone’s favourite teacher even though all the kids thought he was a bit odd at first with his clothes that look like their grandfathers’ and his crutch and his general quiet air, but they all very quickly became taken with his passion for history and teaching it in an interesting way, they learn so much more from him than they ever have before, he’s always so kind and patient when someone doesn’t understand or has questions or is struggling. he’s that one teacher that never ever yells, but the look on his face when he’s disappointed with you makes you feel so awful you never want to let him down again. he’s the sort everyone starts going to for advice and remus doesn’t understand how he’s ended up in this position where kids are coming to him about friendship issues and personal struggles—even kids he’s never taught before who’ve just heard that he listens—but he gets a bit weepy when he thinks about it too long.

remus still does sirius’ hair every week (bc sirius is one of those people who can get away with washing their hair once a week and it still looks perfect 6 days after washing it), but nowadays they’ll shower together and remus will do the entire thing for him including shampooing and conditioning and maybe even hair masking if sirius wants. in turn, remus lets sirius wash his hair with his fancy shampoo and lather them both in his expensive body wash that smells so much like sirius that it always makes it remus’ favourite shower of the week (even though he could use the body wash any day, it’s not the same if he does it himself). right before wash day, when it doesn’t matter about keeping sirius’ curl pattern in tact, the two of them can be found curled up on the couch with some game show on that remus cares far too much about (he’s yelling out answers at the tv) and sirius only watches because remus loves it (though he often gets rather invested and contributes answers too, turning it into a competition between them), sirius’ face smushed into remus’ chest and remus raking his fingers through sirius’ hair, giving him nice scalp scratches the way sirius loves so much. when they start properly sharing a bathroom in the new flat, sirius discovers that remus uses one of those 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner things for his hair and he’s like !! remus !! but you spend so long on my curls what are you doing !! and remus just shrugs and says he doesn’t particularly care to do anything more elaborate, so long as his hair is clean that’s all that matters, he wouldn’t enjoy doing it for his hair the way he does sirius’. sirius buys them both silk pillowcases though, so at least remus’ curls are semi-looked after during sleep, and they get a bit of proper care when sirius gets his hands on them in their weekly shared shower.

sirius asks remus one night, after a year or so of working at this school he really likes, what all his students think of sirius and remus is like,,, “wdym??” and sirius is like “i mean surely you talk about me,” and remus is like “erm. well. like. indirectly? i mean, they know i have a partner, but not anything about you” and sirius is (half) outraged to learn that remus has not, in fact, endlessly gushed about him to all his students. so, to rectify this, sirius shows up unannounced to remus’ classroom one day with a Very Important Document that remus forgot at home!! (he did not forget anything) (the document is a little note (love letter) that sirius wrote for remus). so sirius sweeps in all whispered “sorry to disrupt!! sorry, sorry, but moons, my angel, you left this at home and i know you need it today!!” and being very polite and apologetic as he pops in to hand remus the folder, highly aware that the entire classroom of students are staring at him, so he makes sure to give remus a quick kiss on the cheek and a “see you at home” as he leaves, and remus is bombarded with questions like “SIR!! SIR, WHO IS THAT? WHAT DID HE CALL YOU, SIR? SIR, HE KISSED YOUR CHEEK!! SIR, IS THAT YOUR HUSBAND?!” and remus (blushing like mad of course) is externally like “erm. no, that’s… that’s my boyfriend” and tries to move the class back to history rather than himself while internally he’s like “husband?? oh…oh…” and thus, a seed is planted. but of course these kids are like 15 and it’s the last period of the day and there’s no way they’re focusing on history anymore not when they’re so busy trying to wring every last piece of information out of their professor and his boyfriend (“how long have you been dating, sir?” “sir, why haven’t you proposed yet?” “are you waiting for him to propose, sir?” “sir, he’s fit”). sirius is THRILLED to hear about the havoc he caused (though remus leaves out the husband details) and remus pretends to be annoyed for a tiny bit, but he’s secretly very proud for people to know that sirius is his boyfriend, and he keeps the note sirius gave to him in his desk drawer and takes it out to read all the time at work with a sappy little smile on his face.

UM so yeah, now remus is doing secret ring research and fretting over how smoothly he can get down on one knee with his leg and enlisting lily’s help to plan the most perfect proposal ever, all the while sirius is secretly doing the same with james <3

MWAH :3

[heartofbalemoon]

Dear Adeola,

I’m bursting at the seams with energy and can’t seem to fall asleep, so I figured to write you a little something! Maybe it’s a bit of a silly reason, but oh well, what does it matter! Nobody said letters had to be super duper deep and formal or anything anyway, right?

You’ll notice this envelope comes with a little gift. Today I spotted a new vendor selling these adorable little keychains — a huge variety of ‘em, actually. Some of them contained colored water, with glitter that moved with it. Others had bells attached to them, or smaller charms. Their designs contained stuff from every single nation, it was honestly really impressive! Once you get back, I’d love love love to show them all to you. You’d certainly be spoiled with choice!

Anyway, they were having a grand opening sale, so I obviously had to snag a couple for myself.. and for you, too! One cute little koholasaur, and another that is part of a matching pair. I, of course, have the other half! While, sure, a keychain is no proper replacement for anything — think of it as my way of maintaining my connection to you, though we’re far apart. Make sure to keep it super safe for me, okaay?

Everytime you look at it, I want you to think of me. In return, I’ll be doing the same exact thing with mine. I’ll be looking at it in the morning, afternoon, evening and night! Maybe even while surfing, hehe...

Kidding, I know that’s dangerous! I’ll still wear it though, pinky promise. And if that’s not enough for ya, then I’ll get your name engraved into my surfboard. My lucky charm.

Now it’s getting kinda late, so I’m going to try and sleep again. I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, need all the rest I can get! Nighty night, I miss you so much already! Write me back and tell me what you think of my present!

Love you,

Mualani

Mumu... you silly seal, always treatin' me well like this.

You're right though; letters don't have to be super duper fancy and flowery; what matters is the love that's comes knockin' you out, one heartbeat at a time!

Oh, that's a pretty little thing you got stored in that letter.. it got me reminiscing about the little calls you'd do, imitating the Koholasaur noises like it was second nature. And me? I'd be the mighty Tatankasaur that's mighty territorial around ya. Can you imagine me - crown prince of my presigious family, the 'Great Simba' of the Plenty, the King Of The Beasts! - making these noises for ya? Ahahaha, that can be arranged-

I'm glad you managed to snag some goodies; pretty sure they bring extraordinary fortune too, knowing you~ You bet I'm gonna keep that little charm on me whether I'm training under Coach Iansan's watch, bringing my A-Game to the ring, or prowling through the Natlanese savannahs; to say i'll be thinkin' of you... that's for certain, darlin'. You really know how to get me all fired up.

I'll send you the finest fruits my tribe has prepared; or maybe we can share 'em together when we celebrate our big reunion. I await your return, Mumu - safe travels and warm hearts for ya!

— Adeola 🦁

[captain-hawks]

dee im not sure if you know but one of the ads i see on your profile is about bible verses and biblical songs...id send a screenshot but anon asks dont permit media sharing lol

hello yes jesus or whomever it may concern etc. do u have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour, pillow humping?

can i interest u in some pamphlets about the health benefits of creampies??????

[kimmie2me]

HEYYY I LUV UR POSTS LIKE HELLO?!?! also im sure u know abt the bakugo hc with him with him having hearing aids and is it ok of u make like a fic with him signing nasty stuff to reader cuz he can and nobody around them fully learned sign language yet? PLS AND THANK U!!! 💕💕💕

first of all, THANK YOU!! ILYSM!! second, i am BACK!!!! exams went well, i guess. i didnt PASS or FAIL, but whatever.. third, I LOVE THIS IDEA HAHAHHA!!! here is, what I think, a great welcoming back gift to give u all ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ignore that Kaminari's text is blue..there's no yellow. ALSO, mina is NAWT taking pink. thats OUR color now.)

Of Silence and Secrets

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pro Hero!Bakugou x AFAB!Pro Hero!Reader

…..

Bakugou Katsuki hated his hearing aids.

Hated how they fit, hated how they felt, and most of all, hated what they represented. Weakness. A crack in the armor he’d spent his entire life forging. When the ringing in his ears started as a brat in middle school, he didn’t think much of it. Just the fallout from a quirk-boosted explosion, nothing he couldn’t handle.

Years passed. The ringing grew into dull hums, muffled voices, and missed sounds. A villain’s retreating taunt he couldn’t catch. The screech of a car he didn’t hear. Kirishima shouting his name three times before Bakugou finally turned around, snarling, “What the hell do you want!?” while Kirishima just looked… worried.

His hearing aids were a damn nuisance. At least, that’s what he told himself every single day.

They whined if someone got too close, buzzed when he adjusted them wrong, and gods forbid he so much as grazed them during a fight—one hard knock, and they’d go flying. He could hear again, sure, but better hearing came at a price: realizing just how insufferably loud the world actually was. Katsuki had spent months in denial, refusing to accept that his ears, like the rest of his high-octane life, couldn’t keep up with him.

The ringing had started in his late teens, growing louder until it followed him everywhere. He blamed it on the explosions, the debris, the constant yelling—but really, he knew. His mom did too, though she’d spared him the lecture until the day Kirishima cornered him in his agency office with a sheepish grin and her voice on speakerphone.

“Katsuki.” The way she said his name—sharp, biting, and so unlike her usual bark of “Oi, you brat!”—made his stomach drop. “What if somethin’ happens? What if you miss an evac order or—hell—a cry for help? Hah? What then?”

“… Tch.” He had scowled so hard it hurt. “Fine. I’ll get the damn things.”

The intervention was humiliating, but the worst part? She was right. He hated that more than anything.

That was the first night he slept with the hearing aids sitting on the nightstand. He’d finally picked them up after a year of constant badgering—from his mom, Kirishima, hell, even that damn Deku. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear better—it was the admission that killed him.

But now? Now the stupid things were glued to him. Mostly.

The tech was incredible, of course. Damn nerds at Hero Support had outdone themselves. The hearing aids didn’t just amplify sound; they filtered it, isolating voices during chaos and syncing with comm units. They were waterproof, explosion-proof—Bakugou-proof. Allegedly.

But they weren’t indestructible. He’d broken five pairs in six months. Kaminari had nicknamed him “Break-aid” after the third replacement. Bakugou threatened to shove them where the sun didn’t shine.

And yet… they worked. Too well.

He could hear the scratch of pens during hero conferences, the obnoxious tapping of Kaminari’s foot against the table, the quiet sigh of his own breath. The worst part? The incessant talking. It was everywhere. Fans, reporters, civilians—people who thought their every word needed an audience.

Thankfully, he’d discovered the mute button.

The first time he used it, Kaminari was midway through a rant about his latest gadget. Bakugou, in a rare moment of self-control, didn’t yell. He just flicked the switch, leaned back in his chair, and smirked as Kaminari kept babbling. No explosions, no shouting, just blissful silence.

But there were downsides.

Combat was a nightmare when they broke. Shouting “HUH!?” every five seconds wasn’t exactly strategic. That’s when he decided to learn sign language. Not because anyone suggested it—hell no. But because he’d be damned if he relied on a gadget to do his job.

The process was… frustrating. Hands clumsy, movements stiff. Kirishima tried to help, but his signs were barely legible. Kaminari? Useless. Sero was too busy laughing to be much better or resorted to typing in the Notes app on his phone when it was pretty serious. Deku? That nerd had picked it up in a week, naturally.

But you? You made it bearable.

“Like this,” you’d said, your fingers forming a perfect sign. “Thumb tucked in.”

Bakugou grumbled, but copied you.

“Good. See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, ’Suki?”

Your patience annoyed him almost as much as it calmed him. And somehow, over weeks of practice, his stiff movements turned fluid. He’d never admit it, but he liked having this… language, this connection, with you.

And then he realized something else.

You understood him. Not just the signs, but him. The sharpness he couldn’t quite soften, the quiet gratitude he couldn’t voice. And better yet? No one else around him could understand a damn thing he was saying.

It started innocently enough—well, innocent by his standards.

“Bored out of my goddamn mind,” he’d signed at you during a hero conference.

You’d smirked and replied, “Same.”

But then, Bakugou being Bakugou, had an epiphany: he could sign anything.

The first time he tried it, you were sitting across from him at a formal hero banquet. The room was filled with pro heroes, reporters, and politicians. Everyone was dressed to the nines, sipping champagne and pretending the world wasn’t on fire outside.

Bakugou caught your eye and, with the most deadpan expression, signed: Wanna fuck?

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly knocked your glass over. You choked, coughing into your hand, and when someone asked if you were okay, you waved them off, avoiding his gaze.

He smirked, sipping his water like he hadn’t just propositioned you in a room full of Japan’s elite.

…..

It got worse.

During a meeting with the Hero Public Safety Commission, while a bureaucrat droned on about policy changes, Bakugou’s hands moved under the table. He made sure you were looking before signing: I’d rather have you ride me than sit here with these extras.

You froze mid-note, the pen slipping from your fingers. Your face burned as you ducked your head, pretending to scribble something in your notebook. Across the room, Kirishima noticed your sudden movement.

“Hey, you good?” he whispered.

“Fine!” you squeaked, glaring at Bakugou.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion, then casually leaned back in his chair. He looked so smug you wanted to scream.

At a press conference, surrounded by the press corps, TV cameras, and the elite of the hero world, Bakugou stood stiffly at the podium, bored out of his skull. Beside him, you shuffled the note cards you’d prepared, doing your best to stay focused on Midoriya’s answer to a question about villain reform strategies.

Bakugou glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking at how focused you looked. That only made the idea pop into his head faster. He adjusted his stance, one hand casually coming up to rub his neck as the other signed with precision:

I’d fuck you so hard over this podium, the microphones would short out.

Your brain stalled like a computer blue-screening. The cards slipped from your hands, scattering onto the stage floor. You froze in horror as a sea of reporters looked up from their notebooks.

Midoriya, ever the anxious public speaker, stopped mid-sentence. “Uh, are you okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah! Just... clumsy!” you stammered, dropping to your knees to collect the cards. You didn’t dare look at Bakugou, whose hand came up to his mouth as though stifling a yawn—but you knew he was hiding a smirk.

To make things worse, while you scrambled on the floor, he signed again, deliberately slower so you couldn’t miss it:

Would’ve pulled your hair too, just to hear you scream.

Your face burned so hot you were sure you’d melt through the stage.

It didn’t stop there.

At the next agency-wide meeting, Bakugou sat across from you in the conference room, arms crossed as a pro-hero you couldn't bother to listen to went on and on about new combat protocols. The room was packed with pro heroes, all seated shoulder-to-shoulder.

Bakugou, who’d already tuned out after the first ten minutes, caught your gaze and raised an eyebrow. Before you could react, his hands moved subtly under the table:

I’d eat you out on this table, right in front of everyone, and make sure you couldn’t stay quiet.

The coffee cup in your hand slipped, splashing onto your notes. You cursed under your breath, grabbing napkins to clean the mess.

Kirishima, sitting beside you, leaned over. “Whoa, you okay? You’ve been jumpy lately.”

You forced a smile, not daring to look at Bakugou, whose expression remained infuriatingly neutral. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

It became a game to him.

While Kirishima nodded and went back to his notes, Bakugou adjusted in his chair and signed again:

Bet you’d cry if I used my mouth the way I’m thinking. Probably beg me to stop—but you wouldn’t really mean it.

You slammed your pen down so hard it startled Kaminari, who glanced over with a confused look.

“You good?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you snapped, refusing to look up.

Across the table, Bakugou leaned back, feigning boredom, but his eyes glinted with amusement.

It escalated during a casual outing with the crew.

Everyone had gathered at a bustling ramen joint after a long patrol, crowding into a booth that was way too small for so many people. Bakugou sat to your right, thigh pressed against yours under the table. As the conversation flowed around him, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and casually started eating.

Then, as Mina told a story about her latest villain takedown, he turned his head slightly toward you and signed with one hand:

The things I’d do to you under this table would make you scream so loud they’d kick us out.

You froze, chopsticks hovering mid-air. He didn’t even blink, slurping his noodles like he hadn’t just dropped a verbal nuke into your lap.

“What’s wrong?” Mina asked, noticing your deer-in-headlights expression.

“Uh… spicy broth,” you choked out, grabbing your water and gulping it down.

Bakugou, still chewing, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and added another one for good measure:

Bet I could make you cum without anyone noticing. Wanna test that theory?

You almost choked on your drink, coughing so hard Kirishima patted your back in concern.

At a charity event, he raised the bar again.

The ballroom was filled with reporters, politicians, and wealthy donors, all eager to mingle with Japan’s most famous heroes. Bakugou hated these events with a burning passion, but at least you were there to make it tolerable.

You stood beside him, chatting politely with a group of businessmen, when you felt his gaze on you. Slowly, you turned your head, already dreading what was coming.

He didn’t disappoint. With the straightest face you’d ever seen, he signed:

You’d look so much better on your knees, with my cock down your throat, than in that dress.

Your hand shot out, nearly spilling your champagne as you fumbled to keep your composure. The Pro Hero you were speaking to paused mid-sentence, giving you a concerned look.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“I—I’m fine,” you stuttered, setting the glass down before you could break it.

Bakugou tilted his head innocently, signing again:

Bet you’d love it if I bent you over that balcony upstairs. Bet you’d be dripping by the time I was done.

Your jaw dropped, and you 'accidentally' kicked his shin under the table. He didn’t even flinch.

It wasn’t just formal settings, either. Bakugou would strike anywhere.

During a team training session, you were sparring with Kaminari while Bakugou watched from the sidelines. When you finally landed a clean hit, knocking Kaminari flat on his ass, Bakugou clapped slowly, catching your attention.

Wanna know what else you could knock flat? Me. On my back. With you riding me till I forget my own goddamn name.

Your sparring stance faltered, and Kaminari took the opportunity to trip you.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, offering a hand to help you up.

“I’m fine!” you snapped, shooting a glare at Bakugou, who was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

The worst of all came during a live broadcast.

The Hero Public Safety Commission had organized a televised Q&A with Japan’s top heroes. You sat between Bakugou and Midoriya, fielding questions from both the moderator and the live audience. Bakugou had been unusually quiet for most of the event, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.

But then, while the moderator addressed Midoriya, Bakugou caught your attention.

His hands moved lazily, almost imperceptibly, as he signed:

After this, I’m gonna pin you to the wall in the dressing room and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here straight.

Your eyes widened, and you immediately looked away, heart hammering in your chest.

“And what about you?” the moderator asked, pulling your attention back to the present.

“I—I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?” you stammered, cheeks flaming.

Beside you, Bakugou leaned back in his chair, smirking as the moderator repeated the question. His hands shifted again, just enough for you to catch his next message:

If you blush any harder, they’re gonna think you’re into this.

You resisted the urge to scream.

Because, for Bakugou, nothing was funnier than watching you squirm. And knowing you were the only one who could decode his filthy little secrets? That was just the icing on the cake.

…..

Over time, the signing became a secret game. A language only the two of you shared, even if it was insanely one sided. In battle, it was strategic—efficient, silent communication when words couldn’t cut through the noise. Off the field? It was something else entirely.

After a particularly grueling patrol, Bakugou flopped onto the couch beside you, tugging his hearing aids out and tossing them onto the table.

“Another shitty day,” he muttered.

You hummed in agreement, leaning against him.

Without thinking, he signed: You’re the only thing that doesn’t piss me off.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nothin’, Cupcake. Just watch the TV..”

And for once, you didn’t press.

Because sometimes, silence said enough.

[faunandfloraas]

how does it feel to be one of like three people with Correct Opinions on the boys. you’re the only person i trust 🙏

its a burden really...

[mysicklove]

omgg r u coming back???

i like to make little appearances

[kaiserkisser]

missing my wife (you) the minute she went to war (went offline) and got blown to smithereens (its a monday i hope your exam stuff is going ok) i hope she comes back safe (has a good meal tonight and sleeps well) and that something TOTALLY catastrophic and heinous doesnt happen…(hope ur day went well sugarplum)

HAHAHA kept thinking of my dearest/p (you) while i was fighting for my life and soul (doing a mock maths paper i thiiiink its went okay lol) and am now trudging back home injured (i hate physics. and constructions.) praying for no more obstacles in the way (hopefully exam prep goes fine lol they start tmrw aaaaa)

[jesuistrestriste]

Sorry for being annoying but

Is this not literally the bed scene w art

WAIT HIS CHARACTER IS PATHETIC TOO ?!?!

im unfortunately gonna need em . art + him . oiled up and spread out on the bed . merry xmas

[crystallizsch]

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