#fucking kill somebody with your knees already bakugou

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 040: Deku VS Todoroki (Conclusion)

Previously on BnHA: Oh god. Shouto flashed back repeatedly to his horrific childhood. Deku decimated basically his entire body in his quest to get Todoroki to finally use his left side. Like, he literally chose the most perverse and insane possible way to do this. For reasons I can’t begin to fathom, none of the adults bothered to intervene in this bloodbath. My god it pissed me off so much. Anyway, Todoroki finally did realize that his power is his own and he can use it without it automatically meaning that he’s giving in to his evil father. It made him very happy and was a very powerful moment tbh. BUT AT WHAT COST.

Today on BnHA: Deku and Todoroki nearly blow up the stadium and each other before the U.A. faculty FINALLY steps in. Deku is blown out of bounds and the fight ends. Endeavor is all, YESSSSS, JOIN ME AND TOGETHER WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY AS FATHER AND SON but Shouto is just, WHATEVER, I DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOU and it’s the best. All Might and Deku have an emotional moment in the nurse’s office while Recovery Girl is just like, “smdh.” Basically the manga shyly offers me an apology and a bouquet of flowers for putting me through all of that bullshit in the last chapter, and LIKE A FOOL I fall for it hook, line and sinker.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 94 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

so here we are at chapter 40. officially about 20% of the way through the story so far. a lot has happened! Deku has learned to control his powers! somehow it’s made absolutely no difference in terms of how frequently he’s been gravely injured! in fact if anything it’s all gotten much, much worse!

oh my god Endeavor is jumping up in the stands and fucking SCREAMING about how Shouto’s finally accepted his blood and now he can finally fulfill his (Endeavor’s) ambitions

someone push him down these stairs

oh my god the chapter is titled “Emancipation.” lol I assume it’s metaphorical, but what I wouldn’t fucking give for Shouto to somehow legally tell his dad to just fuck off forever

Mic calls Endeavor a “doting parent.” that’s... a take. possibly the most ironic fucking thing anyone has ever said

Aizawa seems to know a little bit more about Shouto’s history with his dad though, since he’s thinking to himself that they’re not on good terms. but maybe he just figured that out from Shouto’s insistence on not using his left side

Todoroki is completely thawed out now and on fucking fire and Deku is grinning and Shouto asks him what the fuck he’s smiling about lol. he’s smiling because he helped you, silly! but yes you’re right he is totally fucking screwed

can we get this match ended at last please?? can we get a fucking mercy rule implemented into this fucking tournament

please help me out here, U.A. as unfathomably badass as Todoroki is at full power, I really don’t want to sit through another whole fucking chapter of Deku doing insane things he really shouldn’t be able to do

you know what I would enjoy, though? a quick cut to show how the villains are reacting to all of this. or Deku’s mom, for that matter! assuming she hasn’t passed out or anything. but even if she did, she said she was recording it, so

(ETA: lol are you guys sick of me speculating about Deku’s mom every five paragraphs yet)

DEKU YOUR SECRET IS FUCKING OUT NOW. IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE, QUITE HONESTLY

and finally Cementoss is springing into action. JESUS CHRIST. TAKE YOUR TIME WHY DON’T YOU. honestly, both he and Midnight -- and really the entire faculty -- are lucky if they’re not charged with child endangerment after all of this

(ETA: well I’m glad U.A.’s student safety record does actually become a plot point later. but slightly annoyed that no one had any problem with this particular spectacle and that it only became an issue after the second villain attack)

having no self-preservation instincts isn’t a fucking superpower and it isn’t something children should be aspiring to

fucking look at these idiots

DON’T EXPECT A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FROM ME NOW, CEMENTOSS

jesus there was like a fucking shockwave. that was all Deku, I’m sure. the giant fire tornado erupting from the stadium is all Todoroki, though!

I’m pretty sure everyone in the stadium just collectively shat their pants

lol forever if a single one of the heroes in the stands even thinks about having the audacity to think they could ever claim either of these two as a sidekick after this. no matter who it is, THEY’RE THE ONES WHO WOULD BE THE FUCKING SIDEKICK

fucking I don’t even know, Mic

so who fucking won. was it a tie?

there’s so much fucking steam from all of the suddenly-melted ice

that shit should be scalding Deku and Shouto both. but we’ve long since torpedoed past the boundaries of realism within this particular fight

there’s a panel of Deku’s shoe but not showing the rest of him...

HE’S OUT OF BOUNDS. OH MY GOD. PRAISE ALL MIGHT. FUCKING FINALLY THIS FIGHT IS FUCKING OVER

so Todoroki moves on to round three

no matter who wins in the Shiozaki/Iida match, they should just fucking forfeit afterward lmao

the audience can’t understand what Deku’s strategy was. there’s no point in trying to understand it, he was basically just trying to make his friend feel better to the point that he became near-suicidal in that pursuit

still, would anyone in this crowd actually want to fuck with him after witnessing that??

YOU DON’T COUNT

lol do you still want these two as your rivals though. and Deku went and made your job even harder for you

and he overheard that conversation earlier, so he understands the significance of what just went down better than anyone else in this audience

oh look, Shouto is being confronted by a walking piece of flaming shit. what an interesting sight

he says Shouto is finally ready to replace him. fucking get over yourself. I’m trying to think of truly awful things to compare you to but I’m so mad I can’t even come up with any

but he seems to think that this means Shouto is done “rebelling” and has anyone ever been so wrong before I wonder

FUCKING YESS

YESSSS RIGHT IN HIS PRIDE

AND NOW HE’S WALKING AWAY

SHOUTO STAY RIGHT THERE!! I’M COMING AROUND!! GOT A BIG HIGH FIVE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT

aaaaand the nurse’s office again!!

so just how dead is Deku this time

shit

shit. I hope they maxed out his painkillers, this poor stupid fucking kid

WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING TO TELL HIS MOTHER GODDAMMIT

and okay but, can you please stop putting it on All Might though. yes he put pressure on Deku, but Deku’s inner fire has like a psychotic edge to it that even he couldn’t have ever anticipated. All Might told him to go out there with a smile, not screaming like a madman and methodically breaking all of his bones one by one

also, he didn’t anticipate Shouto’s involvement in all this and just how far Deku would go for him

which, by the way, I know there’s a sizable chunk of the fandom that ships TodoDeku (or really it’d probably be the other way round wouldn’t it), and like, it’s hard not to see why. you know I’m all about that BakuDeku ship, but Deku clearly has a lot of love to go around. lots of terrifying, violent love

anyway, the point is this wasn’t All Might’s doing. he’s not fucking Dumbledore manipulating the poor kid left and right. he’s still new to being a mentor and he vastly underestimated his protege’s propensity for getting himself deep into the shit

Recovery Girl says All Might better not praise him for what he did. okay, yeah, that I can 100% agree with. it wasn’t healthy or sane or smart by any stretch, and it accomplished absolutely nothing that a couple of sessions with a halfway decent therapist couldn’t have done. though from what I’ve seen, I’m not sure if this school believes in things like therapists

and here comes the fam

oh shit I just realized All Might is still in Skinny Steve form

um

-- DEKU IS CONSCIOUS???!

HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU

DEKU IS FUCKING CONSCIOUS THOUGH??!

I HOPE HE’S DOPED UP TO THE NINES

apparently they took a break to repair the arena

this piece of shit is expressing an opinion I happen to agree with. it happens

but that’s okay because Deku doesn’t need to be some stupid shitty so-called pro’s shitty sidekick. I hate like 90 percent of the pros outside of the U.A. faculty anyway

well. but Best Jeanist though...

now Recovery Girl is chasing them all out and saying he’s about to have surgery

they’re all like “SURGERY?!” YES, SURGERY. WERE YOU NOT WATCHING THE SAME FIGHT THAT I WAS

sdlfkhl damn it and Deku’s apologizing now

he’s so fucking out of it, I can’t be mad at him even though I was so fucking mad at him!!! you idiot!!

All Might, hey, hold it. wait up. dude. you don’t get openly emotional and you never have up till this point so don’t start now when it’s so late and I’m not prepared. if you lose it even the slightest degree I will literally be a mess

and now All Might is realizing Deku was trying to get Todoroki to get over his hangups

and Deku’s saying yes, because “it was just too sad...”

does All Might know what he’s talking about? he can probably guess some of it, but he doesn’t know just how bad it was with Todoroki and Endeavor

Deku says he tried to mind his own business, but he couldn’t take it

“it was so frustrating.” kid, I 100% agree. but like, you and I have different approaches to solving problems like this oh my god

anyways so he completely forgot about his goal of winning the tournament and “lost himself”

well at least this exonerates All Might from having had anything to do with this outcome. just in case he was prepared to blame himself

Deku hasn’t cried once during any of this, incidentally. is he just too exhausted

he needs huuuuuuugs. surgery and then hugs!!

you know what could have changed what happened. literally anyone intervening at any point before the match actually ended

ooooh just like that I’m starting to get mad all over again lol. but not at you, All Might. and not at Deku, who was clearly out of his mind, just totally off the rails with his psychotic good intentions

“however, giving help that’s not asked for... is part of what makes a true hero.” awww ;_;

look, again, I don’t deny that Shouto needed help in some shape or form

and I guess all’s well that ends... sort of... okay

just. wow, what a fucking outcome. what a train wreck of a battle. that was something, all right

“Midoriya Izuku... finished in the top eight”

and the chapter ends

bonus

looks like we’re done with character profiles for the time being! NOW IT’S COSTUME COMMENTARY OH GOODY :D :D :D

how much of this did Bakugou design himself, I wonder? he probably just explained how his quirk worked and what he wanted the gauntlet thing to do and that he wanted it to look cool (by his weird definition of cool)

I really love Bakugou’s quirk. I don’t know if I’ve said this. but it’s probably my second or third favorite, after Ochako’s and possibly Aizawa’s. just something about explosions. I’ve been a Gokudera fangirl for too long lol. and I also love his fighting style and his blasting all over the place

look at the thought that went into even the fucking grenade pin design

Bakugou can fucking blow shit up with his knees?? holy shit. I thought those were just weird Mad Max style knee pads lmao

(ETA: I think maybe by “kill with his knees” they just mean he could like. crush some poor dude or something. just bludgeon them or some shit. how violent)

and he can put his explosive sweat into the grenades on his belt too. “what’s the point?” well, you never know. plus it looks cool to have the grenades there on his belt

“all in all: heartless” this guy never stops shitting on my favorite character lol

[bakugoulvr420]

bakugou’s reaction when you get injured badly

!! injured severely to the point of going unconscious !!

his heart would drop instantly he’d feel so so sick

wastes no time and literally dashes to where you are

he’s not the type to go “are you okay? are you hurt?” because he knows that youre NOT okay and it DOES hurt badly

quickly but gently picks you up and looks for immediate medical assistance. this means he wont waste time going “somebody help!” or “call 911” UNLESS he thinks that its the best course of action

he would probably kill someone trying to get them out of his way because you are literally his life

once arriving to the hospital he will yell so loudly urgent assistance that the whole building will go silent. completely silent

he will be so impatient for you to wake up

“are you sure youre even a doctor!? why the hell is it taking this long??”

he’d wish that he was a doctor or at least qualified to treat you

if he’s told to wait outside, he would physically fight the doctor to let him stay

but of course abides the orders because he doesn’t wanna get in the way

while waiting, his whole body is shaking while literally ripping off his hair because he is SO stressed

beats himself up for not being there for you. he would prefer to get himself in danger instead for you :(

“i’m so fucking weak and useless. i cant even protect y/n yet i call myself a hero? what a fucking joke”

once the doctor finally comes out to deliver updates to bakugou, the puffiness/redness around his eyes are apparent. he was definitely crying

even after the doctor tells him to calm down and that you had regained consiousness, he wastes no time to barge in your room to see for himself if youre actually okay

would forget about the fact that you are injured so he accidentally almost crushes you with his arms

bakugou is SO relieved that youre conscious

maybe would even fall on his knees next to the bed and try to breathe properly

“i thought that you were going to die on me or something”

he has no time to act all tsundere towards you so he would be exposing his vulnerability 100000%

prob yells at the doctor or the nurse to get the hell out of the room

he doesnt want to leave your side and becomes so clingy. he never wants something like this repeating ever again

i personally dont like admitting this but he will feel like a failure for a long while- his self esteem will plummet. remember when he blamed himself for all might’s retirement? yea. it’ll be like that but much worse

bakugou’s self esteem is already low so imagine how much lower it’ll go after this

of course he wont show this side to you but he will definitely be harsher on himself

will develop side effects like becoming overly protective and paranoid whenever youre not around him

whenever you guys would part ways like you going to your house or to the location of your internship, he’d always end his sentences with “be careful”

“dont forget to text me when you get there, and, be careful and take care of yourself alright?”

would call you constantly or text you things like, “where are you?” or “you doing alright?” very often

so you HAVE to tell this boy that it wasnt his fault. please please tell him that it was nobody’s fault or else he will never forgive himself

[weallsimpfordabi]

Switching Sides (Part Three)

Find the other parts here

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support 🥺 I really do appreciate it! Also, the next chapter will be some fluff and then it’s gonna get crazy from there, so I hope you’re ready for all that! 😇

Pairing: Dabi x Reader, Ex!Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1,933

Warnings: SMUT, jealous ex boyfriend, cursing, yelling, choking, fingering, bruising, oral (male receiving )

Tag List: @platinumbelle @sweet-bunny-writing @bunbunsblog

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Of all things you could wake up to, Katsuki looking through your phone with a hurt and confused expression was not one of them. You hoped to your core that you were still dreaming, but he noticed your eyes opening and looked right at you. Your heart dropped, not sure what you should do in this moment. He looked so angry, which was normal, but there was also pain in his eyes. You slowly sat up, keeping your eyes on his. You reached for your phone, but his large hands wrapped around it completely and squeezed, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely busted and most likely screwed. You had hoped the day off you got because of some maintenance would be peaceful, but of course, probably the worst thing had to happen instead.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He bore his eyes into yours, making you feel as if you were shrinking right in front of him. You felt the back of your throat start to burn as tears threatened your eyes. You shook your head, putting on a confused look, hoping he would let it go. He growled, standing up from the bed. “Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re one of the smartest people I know! How could you go out and even consider associating with one of...them?” The last word fell from his lips like poison. You stood as well, stumbling over the words that refused to come out.

“‘S-Suki, what are you talking about? I’m not...doing anything.” You tried to lie, but you already knew Bakugou was the absolute last person you could do that to. He quickly unlocked your phone once again, showing you your texts with Dabi. You immediately felt sick, he really had figured it out.

“Are you seriously hanging out with one of the people that want to kill us? I mean, for fucks sake!” He threw your phone against the wall, making you jump. Your hands started to shake as anxiety set it. He knew, and you were fucked.

“I swear it isn’t like that, ‘Suki.”

“Then tell me how it is! How am I supposed to believe you when you won’t even tell me what the hell is going on!” You looked up at him, your shaky hand reaching up to his cheek. He jerked his head away, glaring at you. You recoiled your hand back to your body, crossing your arms.

“I can’t. I can’t tell you, because if I do, we’ll all be in danger. You’ll just have to trust me on this one, okay?” He suddenly got very quiet, looking away. He then swung his arm, an angry shout following it as he slammed his fist into the wall beside him, leaving a deep hole. Both of you were now breathing heavily, and you looked at him in shock. That vein on his forehead popped out, and you knew you were about to get screamed at.

“What if the teachers find out? You could be expelled! Or arrested for being an accessory! Fucking idiot! Why are you jeopardizing your future as a pro for someone like that?” He looked at you, and that’s when you noticed his eyes were glazed over. He was suddenly deep in thought, keeping his eyes on your face. Then, something hit him. He scoffed quietly, biting his lip, contemplating his next move. He then wrapped his free hand around your neck, staring daggers into you. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was enough to let you know that he was upset and wanted your attention. His eyes narrowed, the darkness behind them being fueled by his jealousy.

“Are you telling me that you think a fucking villain is better than me? I guess I need to remind you of a few things, teddy bear.” His voice had become gravelly, sending familiar shivers to your core. You furrowed your brows, his change in attitude almost giving you whiplash. But, at the same time, this is Bakugou and his ego’s been hurt. That’s a recipe for either destruction or, in your case many times in the past, very rough sex. You swallowed thickly, lips parting as your breathing deepened. He pressed his lips to yours forcefully, your breath caught in your throat.

An almost whining moan left his lips, vibrating against yours. Your hand found its way into his hair, fingers curling into those ashy blonde spikes on top of his head. His hand moved from your throat to your hips as he pushed you to the bed. You fell back, looking up at him as he got a devilish grin on his face. You blushed, pulling the hem of his shirt so he fell on top of you. He connected your lips again, his knee pushing between your thighs. He bit your lip, his hand finding its way to your waistband. You whimpered, needing more. He moved his lips to your neck, biting down before sucking on the same spot. It hurt, but you both knew you loved it.

He wasted no time, fingers slipping past your underwear and into you. You moaned, head falling back as he continued marking your neck. His fingers curled inside, hitting a spot that made your body tense in a very good way. It was like heaven, being touched this way again. You moaned once more, and he lifted his head to look at you.

“Quiet, teddy bear, don’t want other people to hear you, right?” He covered your mouth with his other hand, the pace of his fingers picking up speed. As much as you wanted to keep quiet, you couldn’t help it. His hand muffled your noises as the pad of his thumb started drawing circles on your clit. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you felt your high coming close already. He noticed the look in your eyes, humming to himself. He pulled his hands away from you, much to your protest. “You don’t get to cum yet, teddy bear.” He started to take off his pants, and you followed suit. He was already hard, watching you undress in front of him. “If you wanna cum on my cock, you have to suck it first.”

You nodded, getting into a comfortable position in front of him before slowly taking him past your lips. He moaned, holding your hair back so he could watch you. You moaned, vibrating your mouth that took him in completely, all the way to your throat. His hips started moving gently with your pace, hissing through his teeth as you hollowed your cheeks to suck harder. Your name fell from his lips like honey, and it only made you want to keep going. He groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair while he watched you.

“Your mouth feels so good and warm, baby, fuck.” He pulled you off, pushing you back onto the bed. “But I know your pussy feels so much better. Fuck waiting, I wanna feel you get all tight around me.” He kissed you deeply, positioning himself at your entrance. You wrapped your legs around him, and he took the opportunity immediately, slowly pushing himself into you. You both moaned together, his muffled by him burying his face into your neck.

His pace was slower than you thought it would be. It was like he was milking the moment for every single thing he could. He wrapped his hand around your neck again, rocking his hips against yours. He was slow when he pushed into you until he almost bottomed out, then he shoved the rest of it in, making your head spin.

“Fuck, I miss this.” He whispered against the skin of your neck, right underneath your ear. It made your stomach flutter hearing him be so vulnerable. You scratched down his back, making him arch deeper into you. You had missed this too, you couldn’t lie. It was like coming home after a long day of hard work. You moaned his name, making sure it was right in his ear. He shivered, starting to pick up the pace.

“You think a villain is better than me? You think he can make you cum like I can? Huh? Nobody can fuck you better than me, teddy bear.” He choked you tightly as he slammed into you. It didn’t take long for you both to get your highs. He fucked you hard as you came, making both of you see stars. He collapsed next to you, breathing heavily with shivers interrupting them every so often. As if it was an instinct, he wrapped his arms around you, trying to be as close as possible to you. You bit your lip, letting him hold you for a minute or two before you pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s bad timing, but I have to go. If I don’t get to patrols I’ll be in trouble.” You avoided his gaze as you put your clothes back on, quickly leaving the room to go to patrols, just as you said. Though, if he knew you were going to see Dabi, he’d probably lose his mind. As you made your way to the building, you tried to get the hurt look on Katsuki’s face out of your head, not able to deal with the guilt you felt.

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“Hello, little mouse. You look like you're glowing, I’m happy you’re so excited to see me.” Dabi smirked, making you roll your eyes once again. He walked over to you, brow raised. “Find anything out today?” He moved a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You didn’t flinch this time, though you weren’t really sure why.

“The school let us have a day off today. Apparently they’re fixing something with the security system. That’s all I have. Can I go now?” You turned away, but he grabbed your wrist with enough force to leave a bruise.

“No,” he said darkly, turning you towards him. He grabbed your neck, turning your head so he could see the marks that Katsuki had left on you. He furrowed his brows angrily, looking at you with such a menacing glare that you thought you could just die in that spot. “What’s this, little mouse? You letting somebody fuck you?”

“That is none of your business, Dabi!” You pulled away from him, but he still had a death grip on your wrist.

“You’re mine, baby doll, and that means that if you fuck anybody, it’s me and only me.”

“I don’t even know anything about you! You don’t even know me! You have no idea who I am, and honestly? I’d like to keep it that way. Now let go.” He looked down at your wrist, noticing that the circulation had started to be cut off. He did as you asked, sitting down on the couch. He bit his lip, looking off for a second.

“What do you wanna know?” You looked over, raising a brow.

“What?”

“What do you want to know about me? You could ask a question, and then I’ll do the same. You’re right, we don’t know anything about each other, and that doesn’t make for a very good business partner, does it?” He patted the seat next to him, wanting you to sit next to him. You were about to refuse when you realized that you really didn’t have a choice in this. You groaned softly, sitting down next to him. The scent of cigarettes and some kind of cologne hit you as he leaned back.

“Alright, you first, little mouse. Ask away.”

[spookyceph]

Good Graces Pt. 2

Finally got the second half of this fic together. Find it on Ao3 or the first part here on Tumblr. 

Nothing explicit takes place, however, the non-canon talk is of a sexual nature. Also, Dabi is a masochist and likes being ordered around. But we knew this already, didn’t we?

Words: 2,789

Rating: M for language and sexual themes

The wait ended two days later in the same spot. Dabi was in the process of pouring himself his second drink of the night when a misty-edged hole opened in reality behind the bar. From it stepped the tall, elegant form of Kurogiri. Dabi had never really considered what a demon might look like, but the League’s second-in-command/butler/voice of reason provided plenty of inspiration. Impeccable suit. Ability to show up anywhere. Form too immaterial to hurt, but still capable of making someone pay for trying. As always, Dabi gave him a polite nod and fought back memories of how it had felt to unexpectedly be elbow-deep in that shifting darkness.

“Ah, Dabi. Just the person I was hoping to see.” Deep. Smooth as high-end nihonshu. The kind of voice that could talk somebody into trading away their firstborn. Or into joining a half-assed villain ensemble.

Dabi paused with his glass to his lips. He made a sound he hoped came across as Yes, I’m listening rather than Help, I’ve swallowed my own tongue in mortal terror.

“Shigaraki Tomura wishes to speak with you at your earliest convenience.”

This was it. This was not a drill. Dabi put down the glass without taking a sip. “Where?”

“He is in his room at the moment. I will open the way, if you wish to go now.”

He’d just slid off the stool when the words registered. The air behind him changed. It was like the faint static charge living things gave off and a feeling of being watched all at once. Except Dabi knew if he turned he’d see only a hazy oval of black floating there, the perfect width and length to swallow him completely.

He didn’t want to use the warp gate. No fucking way. Problem was he’d already gotten up—couldn’t sit back down without looking like a coward or a dumbass or both. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to admit he already knew where Shigaraki’s room was to the person who amounted to the closest thing the guy had to a father.

So, Dabi grabbed his glass again. Knocked back the contents. Pretended it was just like jumping into a cold pool on a summer day as he turned and plunged into the waiting darkness.

Nothing existed anymore. Not time. Not space. Not self. Then something—maybe Kurogiri’s will or just simple momentum—carried him back into being. He returned to reality with a gasp. Catching his balance, he blinked and took stock of his new surroundings.

Shigaraki sat on his heels not a meter away, staring up through the stiff fingers of his favorite fashion statement. Large sheets of paper littered the floorboards in front of him. Maps, Dabi realized, noting the grid lines and coordinate markings. Somewhere way out in the sticks, if all the green and brown were any clue. Turning his head, he saw shelves lining the walls. Books? No, too many the same size and too thin. Cases for games—hundreds of them. More than one person could finish without giving up on everything else in life. Then again, what did he know? He’d never been allowed to have any as a kid. Never been allowed to have anything that might distract him from the glorious future planned out for him since day one. And just look at how well that had gone.

At any rate, the room didn’t seem to have the right ambiance to banish or murder someone in. Dabi let his hopes peek out from the bunker of suspicion.

“What’s this stuff for?” he asked, nodding to the maps on the ground.

Nothing from Shigaraki for an adrenaline-spiking second. Then, he crooked the fingers of one hand. “Sit.”

Dabi obeyed, pacing himself. Step in closer. Let one leg fold under him. Just bend the other so the sole of his boot lay flat on the floor. Rest same side elbow on knee. Prop the whole casual façade up with the other hand behind him.

“You got something you wanna say?” Cool nonchalance despite all the spit having vanished from inside his mouth.

Closing those intense eyes, his boss-and-possibly-more drew a long inhale. Didn’t even gag on the musty museum specimen smell of the taxidermy clutching his face. Then it was Dabi’s turn to suck in a breath as Shigaraki pulled off the gray hand with fumbling fingers, setting it aside.

“I want you to lead the others on their first job,” he said, complete with direct eye contact.

Any pretense of self-assurance abandoned Dabi. His stomach clenched as if braced for a punch. He pumped his brain for something droll, snappy, cocky in response. The well had run dry. He settled for practical.

“What do you want us to do?”

Shigaraki’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, though his stoic expression never wavered. “I was given some interesting information about UA’s precious fledgling heroes. Seems they’re headed to a remote training camp in the mountains for the summer. No one will be looking after them except two of their teachers and four pros who specialize in wilderness rescue missions. I want you to ruin their little retreat.”

Dabi’s spine went stiff and straight as an exclamation point. “I didn’t sign up to kill kids—even baby heroes.”

But Shigaraki was already shaking his head halfway through. “Killing them isn’t the point. That would generate too much outrage, hypocritical or no. The police might actually pry their heads from their asses and make a united effort to hunt us down with that much public pressure on them. Not to mention every third-rate pro in the country would crawl out of the woodwork, looking to make headlines. We’d be finished before we ever got started.

“No, what I have in mind is some training of our own.”

Attention swapped places with apprehension. “Oh?”

“None of us have worked together. Most of us haven’t worked on a team at all. This is an opportunity to test how well your quirks and styles compliment or clash with one another.”

“So, what? We crash their field trip and start fucking shit up? Flee the scene when the fighting gets too heated?”

“I came up with a level objective for you to focus on.” From on top of the maps, Shigaraki scooped up a thick manila folder and handed it to him.

Taking it, Dabi flipped to the first set of pages inside. His expression stayed set in stone while his stomach took a cliff dive.

A pretty girl with skin the color of bubblegum and squiggly little horns peeking out of her cotton candy hair smiled out at him from the photo in the top corner.

Name: Ashido Mina

Age: 15

Quirk: Acid

“You got hold of the students’ profiles? Impressive.” And a potential fucking disaster waiting to happen.

Shigaraki shrugged modestly, lightly scratching a new crop of scabs that had popped up in jagged furrows on both sides of his neck. Scabs that hadn’t been there a few days ago. “It’s just their teachers’ assessments of their quirks and performance during class assignments. Personal information like relatives and home addresses were better protected.”

The vice slowly closing its jaws around Dabi’s thumping heart released. Regardless, he made sure not to linger on any one student as he leafed through several of the profiles. Just focused on breathing normally and pretending to read for what seemed like a reasonable amount of time before moving to the next. He’d wait until he didn’t have an audience to allow himself to register anything.

“What’s this objective supposed to be?” he inquired.

“Capture one of the stronger, more notable students and ask him to join us.”

A muscle in his cheek jumped when Shigaraki reached over and flipped to a report in the middle of the folder. Dabi forced himself not only to look but see.

The boy scowling out of the picture was blonde. Broad-shouldered. Red-eyed, though not as beautifully as the one sitting across the way. Dabi’s pulse evened out.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he read. “Isn’t this the kid they had to bind and gag at UA’s Sports Festival—even though he won the damn thing?”

“The same.”

“The hell do we want him for? I thought we were full capacity on lunatics already.”

A sigh. “To spook the school’s supporters and society at large, for one. It’s not enough to kill heroes. More will just take their place. We have to convince people to withdraw their support of them. Turn against them, though that won’t come until later.”

Dabi snorted. “This little asshole will never agree to sign on with us. He’s obsessed with proving he’s above everyone else. I know the type.”

A twitch of interest crossed Shigaraki’s face. Instead of pressing, though, he filed the slip away in that mysterious brain of his. “I don’t give half a shit if he agrees. All that matters is he blabs to anyone who’ll listen that we targeted and tried to corrupt him once we let him ‘escape’.”

Tapping his fingers on the stack of papers, Dabi let the big picture come into focus. “Instead of outright attacking the school, we’re undermining their image. Making all the mommies and daddies wonder if a career as a pro is as great as they thought it would be for their precious snot-nosed bastards. Getting donors to think twice before reaching for those wallets. We’re playing the long game. Smart.” A thin smile tugged at one end of Dabi’s mouth. “Which leaves just one question. Why have me lead instead of yourself? People might accuse me of sleeping my way to the top.”

A lovely shade of pink, like the inner coating of a seashell, livened up Shigaraki’s cheeks. “We never—!” He huffed and turned away, pink deepening to rose and spreading to the tops of his ears when he noticed Dabi’s smile had widened to a grin. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Guilty. Well, on the last part anyway.”

Shigaraki continued to fume, hopes of an answer dwindling with each second of silence. Then, just when an apology was in the works, “Because I’m a shitty leader.”

Dabi exchanged his smile for arched eyebrows. “”And you think I’d make a better one?”

“You take initiative when you need to, and show restraint when you should. You’re able to read people without giving away much of anything about yourself. The others respect you. They like you. Anyway, from a purely tactical standpoint, since your quirk is long range you can attack and give orders without getting swept up in the melee. And…” Blood-soaked irises looked at him through a tangled curtain of white hair for a moment before flitting back to the safety of the maps. “I trust you.”

Every response Dabi had lined up crumbled. With them gone, he couldn’t pretend not to notice what they’d been hiding. Exposed to proper light and air, it bloomed, bright and bold despite the ruin it grew from.

“I won’t fail.” The words were hoarse, but came out easily enough for a promise he’d swore to make to no one except himself ever again.

“I know you won’t. Because this isn’t about winning or losing. I want you and the others to test yourselves as individuals and as a team. Do your best. Find what works. What doesn’t. We’ll figure out where to go from there. Together.”

He’d joined the League of Villains looking for a means to exact revenge. Being told what he’d always wanted to hear made for a hell of a bonus prize.

Dabi pounced. His mouth mashed into Shigaraki’s, muffling an astonished yelp. Cold hands latched onto the front of his shirt. Not Decaying. Not shoving. Clinging. Insisting. He obliged, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and shoulders, then letting his weight carry them both to the floor. They rolled across the maps, scattering stolen papers as they went. Lips and teeth and tongue combined in different ways between every panting break for air.

Winding up sprawled on top, Dabi relocated his kisses to Shigaraki’s neck. The whimper that came out of him when just a bit of suction was applied under the corner of his jaw went directly to Dabi’s dick. Shigaraki writhed, supple and strong, yet unsure and overwhelmed. His fingers—three on each hand—clutched hard enough to hurt through a carapace of scar tissue. The scabs crosshatching his neck scraped the tongue and tasted of rust.

He surpassed any fantasy conjured up in the past few weeks. Because he was real. Unpredictable. And, in that slice of time at least, he was Dabi’s.

Shigaraki gasped and arched at the feel of a hand slipping up under his shirt. Dabi became so absorbed in the smooth, cool texture of the skin beneath his fingertips he didn’t think anything of the arm that snaked around his own, or the heel hooked behind his knee until, with a sharp twist of hip, he was rolled. The air rushed out of him in a huff as he hit the floor. Shigaraki didn’t look it, but he was solid, planting himself on Dabi’s chest and pinning both his wrists above his head.

“No,” he said, decisive if out of breath. “We do this my way.”

Dabi kept perfectly still. One wriggle, one shift, and he would’ve cum in his pants right then and there. So, he relaxed one muscle group at a time. Controlled his breathing. Showed his boss what a good boy he could be.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, already positive he’d like the answer.

Despite his command of the situation, Shigaraki’s gaze wandered off to the side. Unsure. Shy. God, it was going to be fun fucking both descriptions right out of him.

“I don’t have…experience…with this, ah, subject.”

Dabi had to keep his teeth clamped together to keep from laughing. Good. He had to be good or he wouldn’t get any treats.

“So, I thought…maybe we could each make a list. Of things we like—or might like. And of stuff we don’t, or aren’t interested in. Then…pick and agree on an option. Until…until someone gets bored or just doesn’t want to anymore or…whatever.”

The habit of exceeding expectations was quickly becoming one of Dabi’s favorite things about his new boss. “Is that what you’ve been up to these past three days? Thinking about what you want to do to me?”

Shigaraki shifted his weight forward a bit, breathing definitely speeding up a notch. “Not the entire three days,” he muttered.

Dabi rested his hands on slim hips, keeping them still before they sent him over the edge. “When did you want this list?”

He considered, worrying his already cracked bottom lip with his teeth and then catching the trickle of blood with the point of his tongue in a way that made Dabi’s toes curl in his boots. “We’ll need to start meeting regularly to work on the plan anyway, so…tomorrow, at this time.”

Meaning he had already made a list and wanted to see what Dabi came up with. “Done.”

“Well.” Shigaraki cleared his throat lightly. “It’s settled then.” Carefully, he started to slide his leg over. Froze when a soft hiss escaped Dabi. A finger stroked one of the staples in his cheek before pulling back, remembering permission to do so hadn’t been agreed on yet.

“Did I hurt you? When we rolled over?”

Absolutely precious. Dabi smiled. “Not as much as I want you to.”

Red eyes blinked rapidly, wide and startled. “I’m…sorry?”

“Don’t be. Now go on. Let me up.”

Still looking a bit lost, Shigaraki did, sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs. Dabi sat upright on a long exhale. Paused to collect himself. Got to his feet when he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t ruin his last clean pair of pants doing so.

“You’re leaving?”

The note of disappointment in Shigaraki’s tone almost toppled his resolve. He looked over through lowered lashes. “I have something pressing to take care of at the moment. Unless you don’t want to wait for a list to find out what it is.”

One glance below Dabi’s belt transformed confusion into open-mouthed understanding. “Oh.” Shigaraki buried his face in his knees. “Sorry?”

“I already told you. Don’t be.” And before his willpower evaporated completely, “See you tomorrow.”

He’d made it to the door when a final thought sprung on him. Pausing with his fingers on the handle, he peered back over his shoulder. “You didn’t come up with this whole training camp plan just to score some alone time with me, did you?”

The choked sound that came from Shigaraki was answer enough. Dabi finally allowed himself to laugh as he let himself out.

[bakugoulovesme]

Live tweeting episode 47

SPOILERS

Im ready to get my shit rocked if I’m honest,,,

Not ready to see One for All that preview has me nervous,,, anyway vibing to this opening it’s so so good!!!!!

Before we even start I’m so sick of seeing superhero content where people constantly blame heroes for what they had to do in the face of villains and I get it like UA fucked up and all those kids were put in danger but they could be put in danger anywhere,,, like heroes are being targeted just for being heroes and if UA didn’t exist to target they would just target whatever other school or training program or organization that would replace UA functionally, like ugh. Just have more heroes volunteer to help out UA, have heroes become more vigilant and try to take down the league, instead of blaming teachers.

I hate this interrogation already

Aizawa is smart hop off his dick

❤️❤️Oh here comes Nezu shut them down honey ❤️❤️

They are about to talk shit about Katsuki LET ME GET MY HANDS READY! READY TO FUCKINF KILL SOMEONE!

Vlad King 🤍🤍

Eraserhead🖤🖤

Oh my god he’s defending my boy I love AIZAWA “if the villains think they have a chance with him, then they are grossly mistaken” KING SHIT

This reporter is not shit.

I want to see Nezu go crazy go stupid I just want to see him destroy somebody I ask for one thing and it’s that

Aww Bakugou got to see Aizawa’s support that makes my heart happy

Bakugou literally kidnapped, being held captive: what a bunch of amateurs

Dabi shut your pretty mouth

Mr. Compress baby everytime you open ur mouth I fall further

Bakugo literally just said: I only do whatever I want to I won’t pretend otherwise

Maybe Yagami Yato has a better handle on improv than I thought (not that I ever thought she was bad the dialogue just comes across janky sometimes but no they wrote Bakugo like that so)

Ooh Kurogiri about to stop Shigaraki but he’s not about to hurt Bakugou he’s just being a savage

Best Jeanist having the same voice actor as Soul from Soul Eater sends me everytime.

I hate how All for One and Kurogiri say Tomura Shigaraki it’s so weird

Momo is back to being mom. Iida is back to being dad.

Kirishima is so cute why am I falling for him

IIDA WITH AN UNDERCUT I just can’t handle it and he wants to protect Izuku so bad

IM SORRY Best Jeanist saying “get off your high horse” sounds just like soul

Best Jeanist knows Bakugou so well it’s cute he has faith in my mans

Gang Orca watch your next words baby I like you cause you look like a monster bUT THE ICE IS THIN

Ragdoll is babey and I adore her,, she is my best babey and I don’t want bad things to happen to her

WHY DO THEY DRAW ALL MIGHT WITH ALL THAT ASS,,, WHAT THE FUCK

Nezu acting dumb but really beinf the smartest man on the planet 🤍🤍

NOT A SHITTY MAN TRYINF TO TOUCH MOMO

DONT WORRY IIDA PROTECTED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN

Idk how to tell you this Izuku but I know from the preview that ur in the wrong place

KIRISHIMA BEINF PREPARED WIRH A NIGHT VISION SCOPE “whatever, man, just drop it” cute

I love how much commentary they are all giving for this scouting mission they are so dumb

Oop Nomus

This is a not good

“A master? I thought you were the boss around here but ur just a sidekick” Bakugou can you try not being a savage for like 2 mintues

“If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg!” BAKUGOU STOP IM BLUSHING

I was about to write something about loving compress but Bakugou owns my heart 1000% so when he speaks I black out

‘Zza is here villains JK ITS ALL MIGHT

So hot!!!

YES KAMUI GET THOSE BITCHES!! TIE EM UP BABY!!

Gran Torino just kicked Dabi’s lights out

All might can’t stop doing these things: being caked up and hot, complementing people

Mr. Compress you got played baby boy you got played sorry not sorry

Twice is cute but I looked up his face and :/

Edgeshot I would like more content of him please

Endeavor is a whinny boy

All might and Bakugo being bros is so cute I love it

All for One is shit and I hate him

Oop Mt. Lady for the win she’s actually doing something useful it’s crazy

When all the heroes working together THATS my sexuality

All might sayinf the villains underestimated bakugous soul I’m dead.

Oh they got baby girl Ragdoll

And soul said the nomu are neutralized so eat shit villains

Okay so All Might knows how to say Tomura Shigaraki cool

Spinner is a pussy, stop talking about stain ur in a real legend’s presence

Shigaraki is an incel and I’m done with him I think

EDGESHOT IS SO FUCKING COOL WHY IS THIS THE FIRST TIME IM SEEING HIM

Oh Mr. Compress ur names Astushiro Sako hai hottie!!!

Gran Torino i do love you but ACAB

Shigaraki is shitting his pants at Gran Torino knowing there is a boss

—Tenko Shimura—

All for One is a cunt and I will not stand for this manipulation

And they lost the baby again

ALL MIGHT SCREAMINF NOO WHEN BAKUGOU DISAPPEARS IS MY LIFE

I think my favorite new thing I’ve learned aboht Endeavor is his face gets so red what a cuti- abusive man I mean

I’m stressed.

Best Jeanist. Stop talking ur making me nut.

Gang orca hottie.

Ragdoll. I love you please be okay.

These kids dumb. It is kind of triggering.

She’s quirkless now :( ragdoll no

All for One get away from these pros I like them all and Mt. Lady is there

Had to pause to appreciate how cool Jeanist’s quirk is literally restraining All for One in his own clothes you can only imagine being this cool.

NOOOOOOOOOO

Oh COOL COOL JUST ROLL THE CREDITS AFTER THAT NO THATS SO COOL THANK YOU SO COOL AHHAAHHA.

I’m- I’m going to leave the preview to the beginning of the next post lol

Anyway if anyone other than me reads this hi! Hope you enjoyed! I probably won’t stop doing these! Lol hmu if you wanna be friends/talk BNHA I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it as you can see lolololol

Masterlist of all episodes I’ve live tweeted

[iguanasarecute]

One shower stall, Two pairs of legs

[Bakugou x Reader]

summary: For the love of god, UA had a water shortage. A laborius training made all of you debilitated; the exhaustion gave all of you the thirst for being refreshed. Hitting on the limited showers connected to the lockers, well umm... someone crashed in with you. {from their third year}

warning: smut, profanity

"Fuck you bastard!" The feral classmate of yours growled at you; his PE uniform marinated with sweat, dripping blood from the scar you gave him during your training.

Your neon duffel bag slunged to your shoulders, "I'm just better than you. Admit it," you rolled your eyes as the towel on your hand roamed around your face. Your fellow classmates had their way on the locker rooms, while this goddamn pomeranian keeps barking at you for the past ten-minutes.

"Piss off (Y/N)! I'm gonna make you fucking suffer!" His husky voice thundered as the ash-blonde stomped his way in the Men's lockers, finally. You shook your head, eyeing the stubborn Ash-blonde, while you also jolted to your locker.

The familiar faces waved and offered you a sweet smile; your pink friend, Ashido, chuckled, "That's what you get for beating Bakugou's ass," she adjusted the towel wrapped around her body.

Momo gave you a sympathetic glare, "Bakugou's voice were heard here. Such harsh words!" Her soft hands patted your shoulders, "Though, he did hesitated to throw you punches. He went easy with you,"

You bit the inside of your cheeks, "Geez, should I thank him for that?" you sarcastically said, as the three of you giggled. You shifted your eyes to your classmates, exiting the room and having their way to the connected shower rooms, "They still haven't fixed the pipes, eh?"

Ashido nodded, "The Villain attack from two days ago did cause a massive destruction. Mostly affecting our water pipes," She grinned at you, "I'll be going now, I feel soooo sticky with all this sweat from beating up Sero," Momo and Ashido gave you one last glare as they walked out the room.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and raised it; leaving you fucking naked alone in the room. Your fingers combed your sweaty hair, as you sandwiched yourself in a white towel, making your way inside the shower room.

The monotonous sound of flowing water entered your ears; searching an empty stall while you let yourself in, as the towel you're in, dropped. You turned the squeaking lever in a clockwise direction, awaiting the water flow down to you. You turned the lever again, nothing, "Ahh. Fuck!" your foot kicked the wall.

"(Y/N)?" Hagakure's voice called at the stall beside you.

You wrapped your body with the towel again, "Yeah?"

"Your shower's busted?"

You tied your hair into a bun, "Yep. I'm not so lucky today," you groaned.

Hagakure giggled, "There's an extra working shower across the gym. Give it a go. We don't have enough water supply at dorm soooo,"

The thought of a chilly shower lit up your face, "Oh god, really? Better get my ass there. Thank you!" You galloped as you poked your head outside, seeing if the coast is clear. You can't believe that you're sprinting across the gym, with only a towel covering your temples. But hey, you need a fucking shower.

You eyed the shower meters away from you as something catched your attention at the corner of your eyes. Oh fuck, oh fuck. You were ready to hit that something. Turns out, it was just a cat. Must be one of Aizawa's cats.

You shrugged as you continuously walked to the shower room. It was a single pristine stall, just for any emergency showers or whatsover, but it did, have running water. You tossed your towel at the corner as you felt the water touch every single corner of your body. You sighed in relief. This frigid shower couldn't be better.

~~~

[ time rewind ] : BAKUGOU

The Ash-blonde snarled at that nosy extra who embarassed the hell out of him. Though with that fortuitous battle with (Y/N); he did admit to himself how he was amused because of his opponent's eagerness. He smirked as he reminisce the training battle with (Y/N). Katsuki went easy with his rival; just because he kinda, sorta, has a soft spot for her. Well all he does was yell at her, or slap her with nasty words... but he isn't an expressive person, and he has his ways of showing it; for example, he adores everytime the both of them punches each other with insults.

Bakugou growled at the shower room, where all stalls was occupied, "One of you extras get the fuck out or I'll explode this shit!" He wrapped a piece of cloth at his wound.

"Calm your cock bro. Just wait in line," Kaminari yelled.

The crimson-red eyes of his twitched, "HAHHHHHH?!"

Kirishima cackled, "You yelled at (Y/N) dude! Not a manly move. The water pipes' goddess is punishing you,"

"WAIT 'TIL ALL OF YOU GET OUT! I'M GOING TO KILL—"

"Do not make obnoxious conversations!" Iida's voice shouted, probably chopping on the air right now.

Denki coughed, "Bakugou there's a shower stall at the other side of the gym. The single-stalled one. We're going to have a looooong time with this,"

"We're like fucking prisoners so thirsty for a goddamn bath," Sero sighed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue as he mumbled under his breath; making his way to the said shower stall. An abyssinian cat licking its paws, blocked his way as the crimson-red eyes of his rolled. He sprinted in the shower stall; while Bakugou raised his eyebrows. Why the fuck are the lights opened, and an irresponsible bastard just stranded the fucking water flowing.

His warm rough hands grabbed the cool door, and shot it open.

Oh shit.

~~~

Your fingers combed your saturated hair, nuzzling every drop of the rigid water. You were confident that nobody would infiltrate your shower. Since everybody in your class was already freshening up, on their own.

Until,

"WHAT THE FUCK BAKUGOU?!" Your arms spreaded accross your body, struggling to cover your breasts and your pussy. You gave him a stare, but the Ash-blonde just stood there, ogling at your exposed body, "WHAT ARE Y— GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Bakugou's cheek flustered as it turned red; avoiding your gaze, and looking at the floor, "Don't you know how to fucking lock the goddamn shitty ass door?!" He thundered.

"The water is fucking running! Don't you have fucking ears?! Or a brain atleast to conclude that somebody is inside?!" You kept your arms locked on your private parts. Your eyes were darted on his annoying brainless head, when you just realized, that he's completely naked too, except for the towel covering his lower part. You gulped, and memorized the sight of his eight-pack. You won't repudiate, he does have a fine body.

"The fuck are you staring at?" He spat. Shit he caught you, "What a perv," He playfully smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who's in struck just by staring at my goddamn body!" You growled.

His iconic devilish smirk just got wider, "You noticed?" His hands slid on the door as he locked it, advancing towards you, his Crimson-Red eyes glued to you, in libido. His tongue clicked, "So, deadass extras took all the showering stalls," the water flowing down his body as well.

Your arms, shielding your chest, now brushing on his hard abs, "What are you implying," you whispered in a monotonous way.

Bakugou's husky voice chuckled, "Wanna share?" You looked up to him, squinting your eyes to avoid the chilly water. He leaned to you, giving you a soft kiss, were diminutive water entered your mouth. The feral Ash-blond, sure is a good kisser.

His lips were warm, as it collided with yours. He aggresively osculated you, while it slowly parted, asking permission to get in you. How can you refuse? Your lips split, as a sign of acceptance. The both of your tongues' battling, devouring each other; as he licked every corner of you. Bakugou breathed, "So you do wanna fucking share," You felt the inside of you burn, as the Ash-blonde gripped on your arms, and slid it to your sides; revealing your bare breasts, and your pussy, to his.

The rigid water touched your chests, while you grabbed the soaked towel veiling his member, "Your towel's getting wet, Bakugou," your voice shaked.

He bit his lips to your obvious statement, "What are you implying," he mocked you by imitating your voice, "Rightttt, (Y/N). It's getting fucking wet," he coughed, "Would you... Would you be a goodgirl and get it off me?" Your hands touched the towel, as you complied with his command, "Goodgirl," Bakugou gripped your ass and pulled you to his hard frame, "Touch my dick and feel how hard you just fucking made me," he whispered, while your shaking hands grabbed his... long, hard, trobbing member.

"I want it in me Bakugou," your voice commanded, as the Ash-blonde chuckled at your unexpected response.

He cupped your breasts, "Let's take it slow (Y/N)," he nuzzled on your neck, marking what was his. He agressively squeezed your butt while giving you hickeys as you moaned. His hard cock was brushing over your pussy, which made you moan harder. He sucked your breasts, biting it; as he made circles on your tummy, down to your clit. His finger went in your tighthole, while you moaned his name. Another finger entered, as he chuckled, "So wet, and tight, and we just got started," he added the third finger.

"Katsuki ughhhhh— Baby that's so good," you shrieked while your arms tangled around his arms.

His husky voice giggled, "(Y/N)... be a goodgirl and suck my dick,"

"Depends if you'll cum," you smirked while you stood on your knees, ogling at his member, "Katsuki, that's uhh... huge...,"

His warm hands grabbed your hair, "...And you like it like that," he pulled your head nearer his cock, "Come on now, babygirl," you parted your lips as it came in you, pumping, as your tongue played with it, "Goodgirl, ughhh," he moaned deeply, "Shit! Shit!" He mumbled as his hot cum went in you. You catched your breath as the Ash-blonde pulled you to stand, "I have a punishment for you for giving me this bruise," he eyed his cut wrapped with a cloth, "Turn around," his husky voice commanded as you turned around.

You bit your lip. Shit anal. Bakugou adjusted his position for an enter; just then, he was pumping. The shower stall contained by your moans, "Ka—Katsuki, I'm liking this punishment," your legs felt jiggedy as his cock exited. The warm hands of his, grabbed your hips, pushing your body at the corner, "What are you—" your eyes shifted down, Katsuki setting his dick directly at your hole. His intense eyes glared as you, signaling he's coming in. You moaned at his huge member entering you, pumping, Shit. Fuck the water shortage I love it.

~~

"Gagghh! Oi, dumbass you're taking so long!" The Ash-blonde yelled impatiently outside your locker-room. Well, both of you kinda, (not kinda) enjoyed your moment, at the separated shower stall. While you and Bakugou was devouring each other; your classmates obliviously headed back to the dorms; wondering where in the goddamn world the two of you were.

You changed into your spare clothes dumped inside your locker incase of emergencies. Yet, you didn't know, this emergency, would be having fucking sex with the Katsuki Bakugou. You whimped at your sore body, while the Crimson-red eyed man leaned on the wall outside, his warm hands burried inside his sweatpants; lingering. Bakugou was staring at the abyssinian cat, as he gawked at your jelly-legs, "You took so fucking long, your highness," he sarcastically mumbled while his muscular arms grabbed your waist to support your sloppy walking, "You look like a fucking idiot with those legs,"

A deep exhale went out your lips, "Your fault,"

His devil smirk etched on his face, as you and him, walked to reach your dorms, "I'm good at fucking, right?" He clicked his tongue, "You don't need to say so. I fucking know so,"

"Geez, I bet you did that to tons of girls already," You scoffed, while your heart felt like sinking with the thought of his rough hands groping a body that's not yours.

He clicked his tongue, "Nah just you," his warm hands collided with yours, "Wouldn't fucking do that other than you,"

Well then, you just made the moths inside my tummy dance YMCA

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BONUS:

"(Y/N)! Bakugou! Where have you been?!" Kirishima thundered inside the common room; as the familiar faces gawked at the two of you in worry and curiosity.

Iida started chopping at the air, "This is unnacceptable! The both of you should orient your class where you'll be going!"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. What would we say.

You were about to open your mouth for excuses, when the Ash-Blonde whose arms are around your hips, groaned, "We just took a fucking walk! Finding the owner of a goddamn stray cat!"

Nice one.

The familiar faces blinked, some of them nodded in understandment; while the others raised their eyebrows in doubt. Deku coughed, "Are you okay (Y/N)? What happened to your legs?!" their eyes darted on your jelly-legs.

You nervously laughed, "Oh! Uhh legs? What legs? Ohhh— Uhhh... Funny story actaully— I Uhhh... It was from Uhhhhhhh," you felt Niagra falls forming on your fucking forehead, as sweat dripped all over you.

Katuski clicked his tongue and rolled his Crimson-red eyes at your bovine state, "The cat went out and then she chased it. Too much running, she got kinda sore. Then dumbass fell to the ground," He gave death-glares to the extras who gave him suspicous looks, "That's it. Don't fuck around,"

Holy shit. I love this Pinocchio right here.

The Ash-blonde thinks that jabbering fabrication was utterly noxious. He doesn't like lying, stating that there's no point at it. Though, this perplexed, yet wonderful moment he had wih you; would be risky to be publicized. It was both of your moment, and was yours to keep.

Fucking water pipes started it all.

END

by: i.k.

r e b l o g !

i promised on my last that my next post (this) would be a soft one...it got delayed. i accept requests rn!

more lemons by me:

U.A.'s lingerie collection ; Self Pleasure's Mishaps ; FUCK.DATE.KILL ; Sext...with a Pro-hero? ; House Arrest

[ikn0wyouarebutwhatami]

Good ol’ Freaky Friday

So this is for you @cutelittleriot !! You didn’t specify if you wanted naughties or not some imma just have some hints of that in there. I hope you enjoy this!

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Though it would have been perfect if this had happened on a Friday, it didn’t, it was Tuesday. The day before, you were sitting in class, zoned out and looking through the window. You had been so out of it that you didn’t even realize that class had ended and Bakugou was stomping over to drag you to lunch. “Y/N!” He barked once he reached you. You jolted up from your seat and swung your head around to face him. “Oh, thank goodness class is over, I totally wasn’t paying attention.” You laughed. “Gee, I couldn’t tell.” He said with a smirk and an eye roll. You grabbed your bag and followed him to find a place to eat lunch.

You guys finished lunch, which usually consisted of shoving food in each other’s faces and cracking jokes. So when you guys had a little time left in lunch, you were both surprised you both hadn’t “wasted” it talking and laughing about shit that no one else would understand. That’s when Bakugou proposed a challenge, big suprise right? He said, “Y’know, you’re cute, too cute to win in a spar with someone like me.” He finished with a cocky smirk, hoping to gain some more precious time with you the only way he knew how. You looked over at him with an icy glare and said, “Do I still look cute to you now?” He wasn’t gonna lie, that gave him some goosebumps. But as expected, that just riled him up even more. “What changed?” He asked with a shit eating grin. “Fine! Tomorrow after school, loser. I’m gonna grind those teeth of yours into paste!” You boldly claimed, standing up and walking off to class. He gave a light snort watching you storm off like that, “I’d love to see you try.”

‘What an ass!’ You thought to yourself, stomping about your room. ‘I can deal with his normal asshole behavior but I never thought he’d disrespect me like that.’ You figured bakugou wasn’t the type of guy to whip out an antaginozation like that. It really wasn’t even that bad, but you figured it struck a cord just because it came from him. ‘I’d like to see him walk a day in a girl’s shoes.’ You huffed, whipping your hair up into a bun and settling into bed.

Bakugou didn’t know what the hell he did to get a reaction like that from you. He wasn’t really complaining though, it made him excited to see you with such an intense and fierce look in your eye. ‘That’s my girl’ he thought to himself after recalling the event. He was very much looking forward to tomorrow, and he knew very well that you could hand his ass to him on a silver platter but he just couldn’t help himself. He was determined to learn everything he could about you, and that emotion he evoked in you today was priceless. Though if you ever used a glare like that on anyone else, they’d be dead before you could blink those pretty little eyes of yours. One day he’d get the nerve to ask you out, but for now he would just look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

“Uuuuuugghhhh” you groaned at the unfamiliar and very annoying beeping sound, flapping your hand around to find your phone to see what it was. Again, you groaned because you could not find it without opening your eyes but when you did, you thought you might still have been asleep. “What the f-“ you began to say but instantly slapped a rough hand against your mouth after hearing a deep male voice protrude from it. And then slapped that hand away because you thought it was some random persons hand against you- and that voice sounded like.... “NONONONONONONONO” you muttered, yeeting yourself out of bed and running into an unfamiliar bathroom to the mirror and saw Bakugou staring right back at you. But where were you? You turned your head frantically and quickly noticed that his moves were mimicking yours in the mirror. “No. This is a dream. Let’s give ourself a slap and we’ll wake up and everything will be peachy again.” And so you did, and when it didn’t work, you did so again until it hurt and then slumped to the floor in disbelief, elbows on your knees with your head sunk down. And that’s when you realized-“No. I’m never going to the bathroom again, they’ll have to cut it out of me.” And that’s when you also realized that if you’re in his body then he must be... “Oh mY gOsH, I know I wished for him to walk a day in a girls shoes but not mine!!”

Meanwhile, over at your house Katsuki was sleeping like a log, reveling in your soft and plush bed. Then, he too was rudely awoken by an unfamiliar alarm, and went to grab his phone to turn it off. When he couldn’t find it where he usually does, he huffed and opened his eyes, outstretching his hand with painted fingernails slapping around to find it. Wait. Painted fingernails? Instantly he saw red, there could only be one culprit. “MO-m” he bagan to shout but quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. That didn’t sound like his voice...painted nails, different voice - he looked around the room, not recognizing it, he walked over to the bathroom attached to it and looked in the mirror. “NONONONONONO, THIS CAN’T AND SHOULD NOT BE HAPPENING!!” He gave himself a slap and was about to give another one when he realized he was actually slapping you, which was him and your skin was really soft and your hands were so much nicer than his and your hair was messy and cute and.... you were wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a revealing tank top. (It might not have been revealing the night before but he doesn’t understand the struggle of a girl sleeping in a tank top.) He INSTANTLY blushed and fumbled over himself and just as quickly realized and said to himself, “Nonononono, not going to the bathroom, not gonna look at anything, not gonna take a peek at that marvelous ass I know you under your skirt at school...” he trailed off and shook his head. ‘It’s time to get serious Katsuki. From here on out, it’s Mission Impossible, The Escape From (Y/N’s) house.’ First step, getting dressed while trying not to invade your privacy. He looked down at his (your) chest and looked away just as quickly, blushing profusely because he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. ‘Too bad, you’re going commando there today Y/N.’ Thankfully for him, your uniform was already hanging up and he slipped it on, secretly enjoying the breeziness of a skirt-not that he’d admit it to anyone, not even himself. But when it came to socks, he knew he had no choice but to dig around. He went straight for your dresser and popped open the top drawer, bingo. He picked out a pair but something bright and colorful caught his eye and he turned towards the left. And there were all of your panties. He was unable to stop his horny boy mind the inevitable pictures floating in it of you wearing them. Those ones were really cute...surely you wouldn’t mind if he changed into those for you right? Before he realized what he was doing, he was already slipping on the new pair and instantly regretted it the second he felt them flush against your most private area. Okay, 1. What the fuck, I want my dick back. 2. Oh my gosh if she notices I changed them, she will most definitely kill me. And 3. How the fuck does she tolerate wearing shit like this? He slipped your feet into the socks and went back to the bathroom, finding your toothbrush and brushing your teeth, stopping to linger at your lips after he had finished rinsing your mouth out. You were so gorgeous. Honestly, any boy would die for an opportunity like this but he respected you too much to mess around with your body like that. He reached up to try and make your hair look a little less disheveled, for you not him because he thought it was cute, but backed away because he had no idea how scrunchies work so he left it, settling to tuck some pieces of hair behind your ears. Katsuki had never entertained the idea of being a girl or what it’s like to be one, but he definitely had a newly found respect for them, from the underwear alone. He took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitablity of having to go downstairs and possibly run by your folks. Thankfully, they had already headed off to work so he grabbed some fruit and grabbed your bag at the door, making sure to lock it behind him.

Things had pretty much gone much the same for you, got dressed, put on his deodorant, brushed his teeth, tried not to stare at or go to feel his abs, which was incredibly difficult to do. Also, you were terrified that if you got excited from it, you would have to deal with a whole entirely different kind of problem, in the downstairs department. But you didn’t think he would mind if you got to ruffle around in his hair so you did, enjoying the fluffiness of it. It was kind of hard for you to walk, not used to having such a straight body but it wasn’t enough to hinder you. You made it out the door with no complications and headed off to school.

The first thing both of you did when you reached school, not in time to catch each other walking in, was head straight to Recovery Girl’s office. You made it there first and she warmly greeted you. You explained the situation and she cackled, your sounds of embarrassment and fluster only fueling the fire. Once she had calmed down she explained to you that she received an email in the morning explaining that a villain popped up and has been doing this all over town. She said that you two could wait it out or...you two could kiss and change back. You turned red at the thought of doing so but there wasn’t really any downsides to it, unless he didn’t feel the same way about you. You both turned your heads to the sound of a knock at the door and Recovery Girl called for them to come in. Aaaand it was odd, to say the least. You didn’t exactly get to look at yourself from somebody else’s view very often. “Oh my gosh why the hell did you bring me to school with my hair like that?!” You yelled at him. “Shut up dumbass, don’t act like this ruins how fucking beautiful you are.” He retorted angrily at you, and you both turned red at the words that had slipped out of his mouth. “Well Bakugou, I just finished explaining to Y/N that this has been happening all over town. You two can either wait this out, or a simple kiss will turn you two back instantly.” She said, watching in amusement. “Whatever, lets just get this over with.” He said. “No, I’m not gonna kiss myself with yourself if you’re gonna be like that Bakugou.” You huffed. “Look Y/N, I really like you, and it’s been tough today keeping myself from invading your privacy because I want to learn about you from you, not from this situation. So get the fuck over here and kiss me.” He said, crossing his arms. You gave him a devious look. “Your wish is my command princess.” You said, and then leaned down, hugging around your waist and kissing yourself, no...you were kissing him, and it felt like bliss. Not only to be back in your own body, but that at long last, you got to kiss him and he felt the same way about you. You opened your eyes as you pulled away from each other. He gave you a squeeze on your love handles and said, “You’re gonna regret calling me a princess, princess. We’ve still got that spar to look forward to.” You snickered, thanking recovery girl and making your way to the door, on your way out to turned your head back and told him, “Bitch, I’m a queen.” And slipped behind the door with a smile.

‘That’s my girl’ he smirked. Then he turned around to thank Recovery Girl as well and realized, asking her, “Wait, what if there were family members who got changed and they didn’t have time to wait it out?” She served him a devilish smile and said, “Oh, they don’t have to kiss, as long as they make contact with the person they switched bodies with, they will return to normal. But it wouldn’t have been very fun if I had told you that now would it?”

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Well, I hope I satisfied your request! Sorry if it was too plain or not well written, but I’ve only ever used my writing skills for school so I hope you found it tolerable. If you had something else in mind when you were asking, please let me know so I can do better the next time around!

[kagehinataboke]

todo... baku... sharing a bed... i will die

wow i’m already dead, okay let’s fucking do this, ble ss

tdbk: [1] sharing a bed

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It’s rare for a bus to break down. It’s rarer still for said bus to be full of amateur heroes, bone tired from a training camp and absolutely dead on their feet. It’s rare, but it happens—and when it does, overnight accommodations are unsurprisingly difficult to find.

Aizawa’s solution to the lack of rooms is to have everyone share via drawing names, which goes over well with everyone. Well, almost everyone. As expected, one specific person is very against the idea.

“Why the fuck am I stuck with this shitty Icy Hot bastard?!” Bakugou demands, nearly ripping his paper in half. Todoroki frowns, but says nothing in his own defense: saying something would only piss him off more. When Aizawa, too, remains silent, Bakugou whirls on the next closest person: Ojiro. “Tail, switch with me! Oi, don’t you fucking shake your head, Pikachu.”

“Kacchan, everyone has to stick with their assigned rooms—“

“Did I fucking ask you, Deku? Shut the fuck up.”

“Nobody is switching rooms,” Aizawa sighs tiredly, finally intervening. “Bakugou, you’ll room with Todoroki. No more complaints or you’ll sleep outside.” It’s a bit hard to take him seriously when he’s busy unzipping his sleeping bag. “Now everyone go to bed.”

Bakugou surprisingly doesn’t argue, but Todoroki can feel daggers being glared into his back. He’s used to Bakugou’s hatred of him, of course, but it’s still a little hurtful for someone to dislike him enough to find the idea of sharing a room together intolerable. Todoroki has never been directly confrontational to Bakugou, but everything he does seems to be taken as a challenge or insult.

He wants to get along: it’s troublesome always fighting. Unfortunately, the two of them are always in tense situations—like this one, for example.

“Why the fuck is there only one bed?” Bakugou pushes his way past the room’s threshold to gesture angrily at the, indeed, singular bed. “What the hell is this bullshit?!”

Todoroki wisely decides to stay quiet, but Bakugou isn’t done yet. He storms back out into the hall, no doubt to seek out Aizawa and complain again. Of course something else would go wrong: Todoroki can never catch a break where Bakugou is concerned. This will only drive them further apart. Not that they were close to begin with, but still.

“That motherfucker…” Bakugou returns looking none the happier and nails Todoroki with a glare that could curdle milk. “There are no other open rooms, so looks like there’s no other fucking choice.”

“No other choice?” Todoroki repeats warily. “Are we going to…”

“Don’t even finish that fucking sentence.” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose with the longest sigh Todoroki has ever heard. “I hate your fucking guts, but I can’t make you sleep on the floor. I’m not a complete asshole.”

There’s room to argue there, but Todoroki is more concerned with the hidden meaning in his words: They’re sharing the bed. Bakugou Katsuki, who notoriously despises him, is willingly going to share a bed with him. As much as he hates to admit it, Todoroki is the tiniest bit pleased.

“Now you’re making an annoying fucking face.” A scowling Bakugou shoves him onto the mattress. “Just lay down so we can go to sleep, damn Canadian-flag-looking bastard.”

Todoroki ignores the insult. Sleeping in the same bed is real progress, no matter how angrily Bakugou approaches it. Not that Todoroki is very excited about sleeping together with a guy whose favorite word is ‘die,’ but it’s still progress. Maybe this marks the end of their famed rivalry. God, the mere idea of no more morning “fuck you”s or “go die”s makes Todoroki want to cry in relief.

Unfortunately, he’s getting ahead of himself: Bakugou isn’t going to make things easy. “Turn around. Don’t fucking look at me, asshole.”

“Sorry.” Todoroki flips around, nearly flying off the bed when Bakugou’s elbow hits him. “Ow. I can’t stay on when you—“

“Shut up, I fucking know. It’s small, okay? Shit. Your knee is hitting me— I told you not to fucking face this way!”

“I can’t face the other way or I’ll fall. Ow, stop elbowing me.”

“Shut the fuck— Stop flailing!” Bakugou grabs both of his arms and tugs him forward, their foreheads nearly colliding.

Todoroki can feel open air at his back: the way-too-close edge of the bed. He expects to get pushed away any second, but Bakugou’s hands have locked on his elbows to keep him from falling. Neither of them are looking at each other, but Todoroki can feel a rapid heartbeat where his ear is pressed against Bakugou’s chest. “I’m… going to fall.”

“Shut up asshole. I’m holding you up, aren’t I?” Bakugou grumbles, tightening his hold. “Don’t move.”

Half of Todoroki wants to say something about how weirdly considerate he’s being, but the other half knows it’ll scare Bakugou off. It doesn’t matter that their hearts are both beating out of their chests, he tells himself. The way Bakugou is holding onto him is definitely progress. It doesn’t feel malicious at all: in fact, it feels almost peaceful.

Todoroki never noticed before, but Bakugou’s skin is warm, and he smells a bit like melting sugar. His hands are rough, but his touch isn’t harsh. It’s far too easy to drift off, even with repeatedly-grumbled warnings not to get too close.

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“Oh my god, somebody get a picture.”

“Quick, who’s got their phone?”

“Shh, you’ll wake them up!”

Todoroki frowns at the overwhelming sensory information his tired brain is struggling to process. There’s warmth all around, light on his closed eyelids, and quiet giggles nearby. What’s going on? The last thing he remembers is… Oh yeah: he and Bakugou are rooming together. Bakugou most definitely isn’t the one giggling, though.

“What the fuck’s going on?” someone murmurs tiredly: now that sounds like Bakugou. Equally tired Todoroki decides its better to just keep sleeping. It’s too warm to get up yet.

“Get the fuck out!” Bakugou’s voice rises for half a second before he lowers it again. Todoroki realizes the warmth he’s feeling is coming from Bakugou’s arms as soon as they shift.

How strange to think that Bakugou’s actually being considerate—not to mention that he’s hugging Todoroki around the waist. Did he wake up beside a different person? Nope: “Scram before I fucking kill you all!” The giggling and whispers disappear, leaving behind silence broken only by Bakugou’s muttered swearing. “Fucking bastards…”

There’s a long moment of silence before Bakugou shifts again, carefully extracting himself from the bed. He pulls Todoroki forward to keep him from falling, but nothing else. There are several muffled curses and quiet thumps. The door clicks open and closed again. Todoroki opens his eyes to an empty room, and he’s mad for half a second that Bakugou plans to leave him to sleep—and presumably to miss the bus. Then he notices the drawn curtains and the blankets tucked around him. 

Did he really wake up next to a different person? Did Bakugou have a change of heart? Or, least likely of all, has he secretly been considerate all along?

Todoroki tries to puzzle it out while gathering his things, but a conclusion eludes him. Even on the way to the bus, while just ignoring everyone’s giggles and stares, he can’t figure it out. Bakugou hates him. Or, no… Can he even say that anymore? Probably not after last night. Are they still enemies? He needs to get to the bottom of this.

Bakugou is sitting in a spot in the very back of the bus, scowling out the window. When Todoroki approaches, he looks up with his normal icy glare. “The fuck do you want?”

“To sit. With you.” Todoroki silently takes the seat beside him, making sure to keep his eyes downcast. Best not to refreeze the ice they’ve just broken.

“Go fucking sit somewhere else, Half n’ Half. Who the hell said you could—“ Bakugou cuts himself off to glare at their obviously-staring classmates. After they quickly look away, he gives up on his rant with a tense exhale. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

Todoroki doesn’t say anything, settling against his seat to wait for the bus’ departure. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches a red-faced Bakugou glare at the window like it owes him its soul. It’s hard to tell, but he seems calm…ish? Maybe constipated? Todoroki is a bad judge of emotion.

There’s one solid way to tell if Bakugou’s hatred of him has subsided. Todoroki is a little afraid it will get him thrown out the window, but he’d rather know that he’s despised than have no clue where they stand, so he closes his eyes. The process of falling asleep on someone is much harder when you’re doing it on purpose. How do the shoulders sag? How does the head fall? Todoroki is thinking he’s doing a pretty good job when his head hits Bakugou’s shoulder.

There’s an obvious flinch; a loaded inhale; but nothing else. Bakugou relaxes again, as if nothing has happened. Then, a moment later, he adjusts himself ever so slightly to let Todoroki‘s head fall against the crook of his neck. That tiny act of consideration settles it: Bakugou definitely doesn’t hate him.

Maybe it’s because they’ve already spent eight hours crammed in a tiny bed together, but Todoroki feels comfortable when he starts to drift off again. Compared to the uncomfortable seat, Bakugou’s shoulder is soft and inviting. Even with the bumpy road and their nosy classmates, it isn’t hard to fall asleep.

[your-heroes-imagined]

Hi! Bakugou and Dabi, 44 and 43? Separate please thank you :)

Hi! So I have something similar for Dabi almost losing their s/o, so I kinda ran the alternative… what if he had gotten hit by that other hero’s blow? I hope you’re ready for angst~ 

Warning: Death Mention under the cut.

43. “I am not losing you again!” || 44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

If everything was happening in slow motion, then why was hemoving so fucking slow. In a cowardly and desperate move, the villain both ofthem had been fighting had used a devastating move, and it just made Bakugou remember the first lesson inU.A.: never use moves that could damage the integrity of a building. But thevillain had done so, and now he watched how the concrete below his significantother and the villain’s feet crumble. The flash of panic on his partner’s facemade his heart clench. He had seen that face before… He felt his stomachlurch.

It was maybe just a couple of seconds that it took him touse his quirk to launch himself across the distance separating them, but inthose few seconds, the love of his life was already falling. His hands reachedout and were by a single moment able to grab onto their hand, and he used allof his strength from keeping them from falling down the darkness that hadalready swallowed their nemesis. “Hold on, [Name]…” He grunted as he felt the buildingstart to tilt slowly. How had they survived that massive attack, he wasn’tsure, but the building definitely wasn’t going to stay up forever.

They looked up at him with fear as they noticed it, too. “Katsuki…y-you won’t have time….” They weren’teven remotely capable of hiding their fear, even if they were the most fearlessperson Bakugou knew.

“What are you talking about?!” The hero spat back at them ashe tried pulling them up. As he did, the building creaked and started tiltingeven more, causing him to stop so he could balance himself as well lest hefall, too. “I’m going to get you out of here.”

“No… you won’t have time to get out,” their voice stoppedtrembling as their hold on their lover’s hand started to falter. “Let me go,and get out of here.”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!” He startedyelling even if he knew they were right. The building was moaning as if it waswarning them both it wouldn’t be able to hold up any longer. “I am not losing you again!” He snarled,struggling to keep his balance and them up.

“You’renot losing me. I promise we’ll meet again, Katsuki.” He felt like someone hadjust pierced his chest when he saw that calm smile. “I love you.” Those cruelwords were followed by their grasp giving up and their hand slipping from his. Hestretched his other hand to try to catch you as you fell, but he narrowlymissed and was left watching you as the darkness swallowed you. A howl of angerand pain was ripped from his throat as he felt a sense of hopelessness settleinto the bottom of his stomach. The building echoed his cries with the sound ofmetal creaking and bending. It had happened in a couple of seconds, but everythinghad seemed to happen in slow motion. And he still felt like he had moved toodamn slow.

[Name] had thought she could make, she really did, but allshe heard was the uncomfortable sound of bones snapping as an indescribablesmell filled her nostrils. She quickly adjusted her trajectory and at leastsoftened the fall of her former lover by wrapping him in her arms as theinertia from Will-o-Wisp’s attack sent them flying yards away. She quicklyscrambled onto her knees, lifting him up in her arms as she inspected thedamage.

Her colleague’s aim was just too good. She stared at the gapingwound on his chest stared back at her as it oozed more with every ragged breathDabi took. “Oh my god, oh my god…!”Her mind had gone blank as she stared at the horrifying image. “Will, Litera,get some help!” She yelled as the two heroes stared at her in confusion. “Now!”Her voice was full of emotion, but it did send one of them running down thehall. “I’m so sorry Dabi, oh my god… This wasn’t meant to happen… I--!” Shestarted blabbering as she avoided the dark eyes that were boring into her soul.“It was supposed to be me. I didn’t want you to get hurt anymore. I didn’t wantyou to get hurt…” She did her best tokeep herself from trembling as she held him in her arms, ignoring the fact thathe probably didn’t want to spend his last moments alive with the person who hadused him and betrayed him. Warm tears fell from her eyes as she kept rantingabout how sorry she was, only to be stopped by something gently pressed againsther cheek.

“Why are you crying?” His words came out with a wheeze andit just made her tears flow even more freely.

“I don’t know why I’mcrying…” She admitted. “I shouldn’t be crying for a villain but… you weren’tjust a villain. I really love you, Dabi, I really do—” Her words were cut shortwhen she felt the palm against her cheek warm up.

“Dammit…” he snarled before a painful cough wracked him. “s-stoplying… you betrayed me…”

“I didn’t betray you, I just…”  But she did. She knew she did and she hadn’tbeen able to live with herself since that day. “If you’re going to do it, justdo it. Send me to hell, Dabi. You said you would, and I cannot live withoutyour forgiveness,” she took the hand pressed against her cheek and pressed itagainst her heart. She wondered if he could feel how hard her heart was beatingand how much her hand was shaking…

“I can’t.” It was all he said. “Can’t forgive you… but I can’tkill you…” He closed his eyes as [Name]’s just grew wider.

“Dabi! Please stay with me! Don’t go, don’t leave me yet!”She let go of his hand as she started to bounce him in her lap, trying to keephim conscious.

“Just… kiss me good-bye,” he murmured. He didn’t have to sayit twice. She pressed her soft lips against his, and felt as his warmth slowlyseeped from his body. Never had she thought somebody would be able to put outthe wild, dark flame that was Dabi.