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ziasecretlab · 2 years

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my number 1

katsuki bakugou x reader

🪶 you lived most of you life clinging on to the sentiment that pro heroes make terrible partners. but one single angry blonde man was going to prove you wrong.

- warnings: not much warning just fluff

extra: i’ve been contemplating whether to post this. not super sure how good this one is but i found the idea kinda cute.

if there’s one thing your mother had warned you about is to never fall for a pro hero.

no matter how close you are with said pro hero, never ever catch feelings for them.

you’d frequently catch yourself asking your mother why and she’d reply, “they only ever care about their career than anyone else”.

although you knew that those words came from a place of hurt and spite, your mother’s words always lingered at the back of your head.

why were pro heroes such terrible lovers? your father was a hero once before retiring. yet your mother still loved him albeit giving him plenty of chances.

so why the hostility?

same question everytime you catch yourself staring at a particular soon to be pro hero.

katsuki bakugou.

all the questions but never a single answer.

“your thoughts are really loud,” your head abruptly turned to mina who was currently filling her nails. you huffed and leaned back into the sofa. closing your eyes, you took a breather to regain your thoughts.

“are you sure you’re okay? you’ve been off since the last hero training,” this time it was jirou who pipped in with a concerning look on her face.

“i’m fine. totally fine. absolutely awesome,” you started mumbling towards the end. this was you convincing yourself that you are okay.

“y/n, sweetie. you’re sounding like midoriya,” momo plopped beside you with a plate of cut of fruits which you took one to calm the nerves.

munching on the apple, you did your best relax. being tense over a situation that hasn’t occurred won’t do good to anyone.

you turned to the girls again and with one long and deep breathe, you readied yourself.

“i’ve got boy troubles,” not a second after your confession, the girls started cheering out loud. the commotion managed to gather the attention of the boys who were currently frolicking in the backyard.

“tell us all the deets! who? when? is it someone from U.A? let me guess! kirishima!”

“no he’s not y/n’s type. maybe sero!”

“or shoto. calm, respectful. mama’s boy!”

you let them make their guesses. at least they were open to the idea of mysterious guy being from your class. the girls continued making guesses.

“it’s bakugou,”

crickets. pure silence. jaw agape on mina and jirou. tsu had her eyebrows raised. momo and ochako had their mouths covered and hagakure just looked… confused.

“it’s bad, isn’t it? oh gosh, why did i say anything?” you smushed your face into your pillow and screamed. the hot blush on your face spreading as you let your embarrassment out. you felt a soft hand on your back, prompting you to look up.

you knew for a fact that bakugou was a force not to be reckoned with. he’s hostile, rough. he wants to make it on his own alone. he was most probably the hero your mother told you not to mess with.

and you knew that his only main goal is to be pro hero number one. this meant he had no time for long lasting romance or stupid crushes.

“girl, you know how he is. we’ll support you all the way! whatever you need, we’re here!” mina comforted, making the slight weight on your chest disperse. you let out a long sigh before turning your head to the window.

there he was, trying to beat up kirishima and midoriya once again.

“do you guys think it’s a bad idea to keep holding on?” you thoughts has manifested its way as a question to your close friends.

“i can’t say for sure. but right now, graduating from U.A and becoming heroes is important,” this time it was jirou to talk some sense.

silence filled the air again as the girl’s continued what they were doing before you said anything.

you sat there, feeling mina’s hands run through your hair, tying it up in different possibilities.

you were left with your thoughts again. and before you knew it, you were alone on the couch, staring at the plain wall.

maybe now you did understand where your mother was coming from. it was a personal advice. she was projecting the one thing she couldn’t do on you.

your father was a workaholic. coming home at the dead of night, bruises scattered around his body. usually you’d here your mom scolding your dad during those days, telling him that one day his job would be the reason he won’t come home anymore.

“what are you doing up, nerd?” you heard a rough voice call from behind you. you shuffle and turn towards the source to see bakugou digging through the fridge.

he pulls out two cans of coke, most probably one for you.

“y’know. thinking and stuff,” you muttered a small thank you as he passed you a can. bakugou sits besides.

for a few seconds, the sizzle of the coke cans were the only thing filling the air.

“stuff? tell me,” your eyebrows raised and a small smile reached your face. bakugou wanted to hear what you were thinking. but it’s gonna be hard since your thoughts were centered around him.

“no just… just boys,”

“oh. so a boy, huh? who is the lucky nerd?” he seemed to be interested, a small smirk on his face. you huffed with a soft smile on your face.

“yeah… he’s in the hero course. quite unfortunate, actually,” the last part was a little mumbled, as you recall everything your mother has ever told you.

“ha? unfortunate?” it was bakugou’s way of asking ‘why is dating a guy from the hero course bad?’. and to which you didn’t want to answer.

“it’s just. my mom used to tell me that dating a hero would be terrible. since she’s married to one,” not many people knew that your father was a pro hero once. he was one of the underground heroes like your sensei so he wasn’t heard much.

but bakugou knew. for some reason he knew everything.

“heh why? isn’t it cool to date a hero?”

“she used to say that heroes care more about their jobs than their personal lives,”

bakugou seemed more interested than usual. in all honesty, you expected him to just wave off the conversation and call it a night.

but tonight, when all the lights in the common room are off and the only source of brightness is the moon, he stayed to listen to your lingering problems.

“my dad used to come home injured, like most heroes do. and they would fight about it,”

if there was one topic your parents were always on about, it’s the fact that my dad’s career choice was affecting you in the sense that you wanted to be a hero too.

they’d go on and on about it to the point where even thunderstorms would sound much more pleasing than anything else.

“i knew she cared for him. and that all she wanted was for her family to be as one,”

“then what?”

bakugou always knew when you were holding back. it can be terrifying at times if you really didn’t want to talk.

“a villian got to him. one that he couldn’t take. thankfully for him, some other hero stepped in and in the end he only got injuries,”

“but it was enough for him to retire for the whole hero thing. he finally understood where my mom was coming from,”

bakugou nodded in understanding.

“so what does this have to do with boys?”

you chuckled at the question realising you had rambled on and on but didn’t get to the point. something about nighttimes always get people to confess their deepest feelings.

“this guy wants to be a hero. and he’s passionate about it that sometimes, he puts it before others,”

you didn’t want to turn to look at the boy. you just couldn’t. if you faced bakugou, you might just spill your deepest secret. which was the fact that the guy was him.

“my dad was an exception. he only realised how much his family meant when he got beated. but i can’t say the same for other heroes,”

and that’s when your mother’s sentiment hit you. not all heroes were capable of changing their lives and placing more priority on something other than saving the world.

you had seen it with other heroes, much less your own father. there was proof that some heroes strive to be the greatest without even batting an eyelash to the people they love.

“how sure are you that he doesn’t place people over his goal?”

because you so desperately want to be pro hero n°1.

“because i know him. more than i want to,” you peeked at him to gauge his reaction. realising that he wasn’t even looking at you, you sighed and look away.

“whoever this guy is, if he doesn’t put you as his first priority, he’s missing out,”

the genuineness of his voice caught you off guard. you didn’t mean to garner that reaction out of him. bakugou actually being nice to any of his classmates is one of the rarest thing ever. if he was caught being nice, you best bet that something good was going to happen.

“when did you become such a softie?” you teased, punching his arm playfully. he rubbed it, acting as if it actually hurt him. you giggled and leaned back into the sofa. “we won’t speak of this again, brat,” you playfully pouted.

“what about you? any girls you fancy? or guys, i don’t judge,” bakugou rolled his eyes and flipped you off.

“there is one. and she looks pretty under the moon,” you were taken aback by his statement. it was odd for him to say such a thing. so poetic.

“when did you start being so deep? you’ve been reading shoto’s poetry haven’t you?” again, another tease.

bakugou sarcastically laughed, tilting his head to rest on the sofa. “so who is it? is she from the hero course? our class?” you were guessing so you could supress the burning jealousy within you.

“what are you? sherlock? i’m not gonna tell you if you don’t tell me,” so a one for one deal? that was not something you could fully agree on, especially when this other girl look better in the moon than you did.

“not gonna happen, boom boy. plus, i don’t care! like whoever you wanna like,” bakugou was now giving you a questioning look. he’s coming onto you and you just know it.

there was just peaceful silence between the two of you now. nothing but the moon shining on the two of you and the finished coke cans…

moon. the moon is shining on the two of you. you looked down to your legs and realised that the moon was illuminating your skin. your eyes snapped open.

the girls he likes looks pretty under the moon. you’re under the moon. could be a far stretch but how many girls has bakugou seen under the moon?

probably a lot but it’s not like you were aware of it. right now both of you were under the moon. are you right to think this way?

“did you figure it out already or do i need to give me clues?” you jerked your head to the boy who was showing off his signature smirk.

you were quite sure that his reaction had just proved your assumption. you felt a slight heat reach your face. thank goodness for the lights being off.

“bakugou, i swear. don’t joke around!” bakugou let out a small chuckle at the nervous expression on your face.

it’s your third year! and for about a year and a half, you’ve had a crush on him. it doesn’t help that he’s on of the top three students in the school.

put aside his brash behaviour, he had fangirls too. maybe another reason why dating a pro hero might be a bad choice.

“y’know i’m a pretty straightforwardly guy. but watching you get nervous is… cute,”

cute? there was no way you actually heard it right. those 4 letters could never come out of bakugou’s mouth. it’s just physically impossible.

“i don’t think i could ever put someone i love after my career,” he begins, looking straight at you this time. his lingering gaze practically felt like your skin was itching.

“especially if that person is you, y/n. i mean, you’re special,” you could tell he didn’t want to say the last sentence out loud. bakugou never calls anyone special. it was just not in his nature.

“are you… confessing to me?”

he huffs, standing up right infront of you. you were met with his hand reached out to you. his face was looking the opposite direction, probably so that you couldn’t see his blush.

“stand up, brat,” he urges, pushing his hand further into your face. you took his hand and was promptly pulled up.

bakugou tugs you to the backyard, where the both of you were now fully under the moon.

“i do like you. about a year now actually. ‘s just you were practically surrounded by guys, i couldn’t compete,” he admitted, eyes on the moon. you felt his hand tighten around yours.

one thing is for sure, however. bakugou looks beautiful under the moon.

“i never knew you had something against dating pro heroes,” he started once again, filling the silence. “but i meant it when i said i would put you first,”

“being n°1 has been my dream. but being with you is a whole different story,” you giggled at his statement which quickly caught his attention. soon, the same grumpy expression took over his face causing you to giggle more.

“yeah laugh all you want, nerd. i’m trying to be romantic,” he grumbled, looking the other way. “didn’t peg you to be the romantic kind. it’s a fresh look,” you teased which cause him to frown more with a tint of red.

it was cute that he was embarrassed. you don’t get to see much of that from him.

“i’m glad you feel that way. because i like you too and stuff,” you pouted, looking away because a wash of nervousness came over you. you felt his hand squish yours tighter which causes you to yelp.

then it turned to both of you laughing with one another. to see his soft smile as both of you relaxed was refreshing.

“but i’d never step in your way of being number one,” you knew how important it was for bakugou. everyone knew it was. so for you to tell him he couldn’t just to be with you is beyond selfish.

“it’s my decision to put you at the top of my list, starlight,”

you were caught off guard by the nickname he gave you. your head turned too him and saw his eyes almost bulging out. from what you can gather, he didn’t mean to call you that.

you squeeze his hand as a signal that you were okay with it.

“you look pretty in the moonlight too,” you softly spoke, gaining his full attention once again.

“go out with me. on a date,”

and there is was. you waited a year and more for those words to hopefully fall out of his mouth. your eyes blinked a few times before a huge smile took over your face.

“y-yes! of course. duh! i mean-”

“you’re rambling. sounding a little like deku,”

one after the other, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms were around your waist to hold you as support.

for once, bakugou actually gave in into a hug and tucked himself in. a few snaps could later we heard and flash. you turn to the door to the backyard to see the whole class staring at the both of you.

and to top off, aizawa-sensei, all might, present mic and midnight. how great. just your damn luck.

“this is too precious to let go! who wants soft bakugou pics?!” mina exclaimed and a whole chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘me’ replies her.

as for the adults. aizawa-sensei looks like he’s proud but also like he wants sleep. all might has a thumbs up directed to bakugou. present mic and midnight look like a proud uncle and aunt.

“oh piss off! you guys ruin the moment!” bakugou spoke up first, seeing that you were frozen in the moment.

“good job, bakubro! was about time!” that sentence coming out from a few of the guys in the class. the girls gave you a thumbs up in support.

“just get to bed. all of you,” aizawa-sensei sighed, moving out of the way, dragging the rest of the adults with him too.

this prompted everyone else to leave too, with gleaming smiles on their faces. you watched as everyone cleared out, leaving the two of you alone again.

“that was.. overwhelming,”

bakugou chuckled, pulling you in once again. you could smell his sweet after shower smell and nuzzled in more.

you definitely will get used to this.

“my mom’s going to freak when she finds out i’m dating a soon to be hero,” you whined, thinking about the way your mom would not approve of this new found relationship.

“then i’ll prove it to her that even with my career, i will always adore you the same way,”

you hummed in appreciation. to you, bakugou didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. he meant what he said and you trusted him to that extent.

“let’s head to bed. i’m tired,” you linked you arm together with his. with one last look, you felt like you could cherish this moment forever.

“yeah, let’s go,”

maybe your mom was wrong about dating a pro hero. but it might just be bakugou. and that you were thankful for.

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just wanted to say thank you to you guys for showing my other posts so much love. it absolutely made my week so much more better <3

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lazysimp · 3 years

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Fine /// Bakugou x GN Reader

Request: Hi! Can I request something like Reader being kidnaped or torture by a villain in front of Bakugou? Something angsty haha Sorry for my English and thank you! :)

A/N: This was a little darker than I planned so please make sure to read the tags!

tags/warnings: Torture, angst, degradation (not in a sexy way), suffocation, feeling of worthlessness, threat of death

masterlist┃AO3

Usually waking up with cuffs on your wrists and no shirt meant that Bakugou had something fun planned, but today you were not so lucky. Your temple throbbed with each heartbeat making it hard to focus on the environment around you.

Based on the smell you were somewhere in the cities large sewer system. You squint to try and make out if there is any exit but the room is pitch black to the point you can’t even see your legs.

You could hear cars overhead, a small blessing to know you weren’t far down. You pull your arms apart to test the strength of the cuffs, their cold metal dug deep into your skin. You were a sitting duck.

With no hope of freeing your hands, you start to rock the heavy chair, if you could build up enough momentum you should be able to get it to tip. You start the lurch forward only to be halted by two gloved hands holding your shoulders, forcing you back.

"Who is there?" You try to twist around to see who is behind you but something appears in the corner of your eye. Two vibrant red eyes stared intensely at you from the corner of the room.

Your shoulders slump with relief, "Bakugou, what's going on? Is this some kind of training? I thought I told you to warn me before you pulled something like this again. Who did you rope into helping you?”

He remained silent.

"Bakugou? Are you ignor-"

A sharp slap across your face silenced you instantly. What in the hell, normally before each training Bakugou will take time to explain the situation or at least tell you a safe word.

You try to shoot to your feet but your arms catch on the back of the chair, "What was that!" You yell thrashing in the cuffs.

"I don't know how someone like you managed to make it onto Dynamights payroll."

Tight fingers dug into your shoulders pushing you back into the chair, "Let me spell it out for you, your team has taken something very important from me, so I am going to repay the favor."

You look over to Bakugou, "What in the hell is he talking about?"

The man laughed, “Number one turn on the lights.”

The bright fluorescent lights blinded you for a few seconds, your eyes not having enough time to adjust. You blink a few times and settle your eyes back on Bakugou and your heart stopped.

Your boyfriend and partner was bound to a large chair in the corner of the room. A large metal piece was coving his mouth muting any sounds, only his eyes could speak to you.

“Bakugou!” You scream, finally realizing the situation you were facing. This was no training exercise.

A large cold hand slammed over your mouth, “Dimwitted and loud. I suppose you belong at his agency after all.”

A chill ran through you as it finally clicked who the man behind you was. Mimic, a villain on the hero's most wanted list after murdering three heroes with his partner Mirror. A few weeks ago Bakugou had managed to capture Mirror but Mimic had slipped away during the chaos.

You wiggle your head to free your mouth, "They will never let her go so don't bother making any demands."

Mimic laughed, "Oh I am well aware, that is not what I want."

Your face twists in confusion, "Then what do you want."

"An eye for an eye if you will. He stole my partner so I am going to take his. Of course, I plan on having some fun with you first."

You dryly swallow, "Fun?"

"Well fun for me, not so much for you and him." He laughed. His quirk was simple, he was able to mimic voices and some physical features, but combined with Mirror's quirk of reflection they had managed to lure many heroes to their death. Simple and terribly effective.

You look over to Bakugou, his entire body taut, trying to escape the bindings. His eyes were blazing, you had never seen him so desperate. You look away from him, not wanting him to see the fear painting your face.

You can hear his footsteps in front of you and a box opening. "I wonder what I should start with first? Ripping off your fingernails? Break your fingers? Slice open your skin? Oh, I like that one, what do you think."

"Fuck you."

A violent slap across your face left your cheek burning. "Do you understand the situation you are in! I can do anything I want to you. You are nothing, just a weak intern,” He grabs your face, turning it to Bakugou, “Do you think he actually cares for you?"

You scoff, "I know how he feels about me."

"Do you now, do you know that you are not the first?"

"The first what?" You ask against your better judgment.

"This first intern he has used to get his dick wet."

Your eyes widen in shock, neither of you had announced your relationship to the public. Had Mimic been watching you?

"Oh, did you think I don't know about your little affair with your boss? You are pathetic, spreading your legs just to get to the top."

You lurch forward, "You know nothing about our relationship."

He laughed, "I know better than you think, I watched you two fuck in the locker room. I also watched as he fucked his other intern and then drop them less than a month before he met you. Once he grows bored of you he will drop you just like them."

You mask your shock at his words, "That is not true, He loves me."

"Does he love you or does he love you fucking you? With how easy you spread for him I am leaning for the latter. What was it he called you, his baby? Probably because he can’t remember your name."

You ignore the pain his words cause, He was just taunting you, trying to make you lose your morale. Bakugou had never hidden his past from you, you knew you were not the first. But none of the others had ever lived with him. None of the others had ever patrolled with him. None of the others had ever stood beside him except you.

“Oh I am going to enjoy this,” He smiled devilishly, “I can’t wait to watch that fight in your eyes go out as you lose all hope."

The chains holding Bakugou rattled as he fought against their hold. You try to smile at him, to reassure him that everything would be ok but you only managed a small strained smile.

Suddenly all the air in your lung was pushed out as a fist slammed into your gut. You let out a low grunt, your stomach muscles spasming from the blow. Before you could catch your breath another powerful punch plows into your defenseless stomach.

You wheeze in air trying to catch your breath but the blows keep coming, never letting you rest. You don't dare look up to see Bakugou, the frantic rattling and muted screams coming from him already haunting.

Gloved hands force you to look up from the floor into familiar red eyes, "Don't look so tired, we are far from finished."

You shove away from him, shocked to see your lover's face adorn Mimic.

He smiled, "Do you like the new look?"

"Go to hell," You growl. "If you think a few punches and some mind games are going to make me break you are wrong."

His eyes narrowed, "Oh is that so?" He leaned over, his mouth brushing your ear, "Does my baby want more?"

A vile chill runs through your body, his voice. He was mimicking Bakugou's voice. You shake your head trying to snap out of the shock.

"Oh, I thought you said my mind games won't get to you." He taunts.

You bite your lip to keep quiet, the last thing you should be doing is antagonizing him. You will get through this.

"All that training you got and you are still useless." He laughed, "Just look at you, a disappointment in every way. It was so easy to bring you in, you barely even fought before you fell to the ground.”

“It is your fault Bakugou is here in this room, you distracted him.”

Your lower lip wobble, he wasn't lying. if you had been a little stronger none of this would have happened. Bakugou would not have been taken if he wasn't worried about you.

"It is like you are purposefully dragging him down, Is that it? Are you scared once he reaches the number one hero he will have no time for you? Did you want him to get kidnapped?"

"Of course not!" You screech.

"Are you sure? After all, once he becomes the number one hero he is going to leave you. Why would he stay with someone as weak and useless as you when he could have anyone. You knew your time was limited so you purposely let yourself get kidnapped to drag him down didn't you."

"No," You sob, "I would never do something like that."

"I don't believe you," Mimics voice deepened into Bakugou's, "You wanted me to fail didn't you."

"Shut up."

"You were always so worried I would leave you so you had to drag me down before I got away."

"No, that is not true."

"I barely even tolerated someone as useless as you. The only thing good about you was an easy fuck and even that was sub-par."

You close your eyes needing to escape the false harsh words. You could not bare to look over to Bakugou, to know he was hearing all of this was humiliating. You never wanted him to see you weak, you always made sure to bury your insecurity in front of him, and now they were being laid bare in front of him.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at your muzzled boyfriend.

"You are the reason I am in this chair," Mimic spat into your ear. "If I had never met you none of this would have ever happened."

Bakugou's eyes were blazing with fury, not only was Mimic spewing lies but he was using his voice to do it. He continued to pull against chains, needing you to hold on just a little longer as the heat from his quirk works weakens the metal chaining him down.

But in your haze of pain and exhaustion, you could not recognize all of Bakugou's pain, and anger was not directed at you. All you could see was his harsh stare on you as Mimic continued his torture. Your heart ached as the words chipped away at your defenses.

Mimic was right, all of this is your fault. If you had been stronger Bakugou would have never been captured, he would be at home cooking dinner. You never deserved to be with someone like him, what were you thinking?

"You know I have been wanting to tell you something for a long time but I haven't found a good time to bring it up."

"Please stop," You beg weakly.

"You are the worst thing to ever happen to me. All I wanted was to get my dick sucked and you had to grow clingy and demand more. Why could you not just be happy with what I gave you?"

"I'm sorry," You whisper to Bakugou, needing him to know you never wanted to be a burden.

A tight fist closed around your throat cutting off your ability to breathe, "Apologies are just words, if you really want to apologize you should just die." Before you could catch your breath a plastic bag covered your head. He pulled the bag tight against your face making breathing impossible. You thrash in your char trying to free your face but you could not free yourself.

With no air coming in your lungs start to burn, your mouth is opened wide desperate to suck in air but the plastic only moved deeper into your mouth. Your throat aches and your fingers tingle as the bag grows tighter and tighter. Is this how you were going to die?

A deafening explosion rattled the world around you. The blast so strong it sends you and your capture flying into the wall, his body cushioning the blow for you. In seconds the bag around your head was lifted, you gasp for air. You suck in air frantically, your entire body starving for oxygen.

You could hear small explosions above you but everything was too fuzzy for you to be able to focus. Through the smoke you could make out a body on the ground. Oh god Bakugou. With the little energy you had left you crawl on your elbows to the limp figure.

“Please be ok,” You beg to no one. “Please don’t die.”

You grab onto his shoulder and push him onto his back to look for injuries. Your hand shakes as you see blood covering his shirt. This was all your fault. You put your hand on his chest to feel for a heartbeat and felt nothing.

Sobs rip from your throat, you killed him, you killed Bakugou. Breathing grows hard as your throat begins to close from the panic. This can’t be happening.

Large warm hands slid under your armpits and pull you back into a welcoming hold.

“Shh baby, that is not me. It is ok, you are safe, everything is ok.”

You whip your head around to see Bakugou staring down at you, his face had splatters of blood but other than a few scrapes he looked fine. You collapse in relief, he was alive. It was finally over.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He said his voice cracking with relief. He refused to let you go until medics finally arrived to take you both to the hospital and even then he demanded to ride in your ambulance.

Despite being so close to each other you could barely look at him as the ambulance started its drive to the hospital. Every time even glanced at his face a spike of fear ran through your body. You try to hold his hand and bile rose in your throat, you could not stand his touch. What in the hell did Mimic do to you?

“Don’t worry dear, everything is going to be fine,” One of the medics said trying to reassure you. But they were wrong, nothing was ever going to be fine again and it was all your fault.

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