#goose x katsuki

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

I’ve decided I don’t talk about this enough

This beautiful piece is by @your-fellow-passerine !

[goose-draws-it]

Nothin to see here, just some post-‘sparring’ smooches! Nothing scandalous, nope, not here officer!

The spicy version is available on my patreon and eventually my twitter!

[peachsukii]

stitched muses ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ bakugo's stumped on inspiration for his upcoming fashion line, the deadline fast approaching as he's working day and night to meet it. he's frustrated at his lack of ideas, stuck in his home office while you and kirishima are enjoying your weekly movie night. he's pacing the house, putting too much pressure on himself to excel. little did you know you'd be the solution to his temporary dead-end creativity.

꒰ content ꒱ bakugo's a grumpy goose, fluffy domestic goodness, bakugo has that little "eureka!" moment, kirishima is cute & cuddly, mitsuki asks reader to lunch cross posted to ao3 // wc; ~1.4k ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿ ↶ | previous entry (sweet like honey) ↷ | next entry (one-way ticket)

The rain pattered against the Bakugo-Kirishima household, echoing as the droplets bounced of the roof in an off beat rhythm. Spring has truly sprung, the rainy season coming in full force over the course of the week.

“Goddammit!”

Bakugo’s frustration traveled from his office and through out the house, accompanied by the sound of his chair forcefully retreating from his desk. He despised the rain, the miserable storm only adding an unnecessary layer of irritation to his long work day. He trudged out of his office, shoulders slumped as he makes his way into the kitchen.

Kirishima and yourself are sitting on the living room couch, snuggled under a blanket and watching a romcom on tv for your weekly movie night. Bakugo was supposed to join you two, but he’s been shackled to his laptop all day long. He’d step away for a minute, thinking he could take a break, and then shuffle right back to his desk to pace like a caged animal.

“I’m gonna check on him,” you whisper to Kirishima, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as you peel the blanket from your lap.

Sauntering into the kitchen, you see Bakugo making himself tea, silently staring at the countertop and tapping his fingers against the laminate. His gaze shifts sluggishly from the tea kettle to you when you approach his side.

“Hey sweetheart,” he sighs, turning to pull you into his chest. “Sorry for workin’ late. I know you and Ei have been waitin’ for me.”

“It’s okay, Kats, we know you're working hard. Here,” You break away from his embrace and take his mug from the counter, using your hip to playfully bump him out of your way. “Let me finish this and make you something to eat.”

"S'fine, baby, I can—"

"Katsuki," you interrupt sternly, followed by a sweet smile to soften the bite in your tone. "I made dinner for all of us earlier, I'll get you a plate with your tea and bring it to you."

Bakugo grumbles under his breath, not having it in him to fight your stubbornness. He leans down and meets your lips for a brief kiss before moving to the living room, hovering behind the couch for a moment.

"Hey babe," Kirishima says, flashing his toothy grin backwards toward him. "Try and call it a night soon, yeah?"

Bakugo bends over the couch, cradling Kirishima’s jaw in his hands and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. “M’tryin’. This deadline is killing me.”

“Mom hounding ya again?”

Hearing Kirishima call Mitsuki “mom” made your heart flutter from the kitchen, such a simple sentiment making you melt. Watching your boyfriend’s love for one another naturally flow will never get old, even though they’ve been married for years, it still was new to you to witness casually.

Bakugo rolls his eyes. “She’s been bitchin’ at me all week.”

“She loves ya and knows she can push your buttons to get you to succeed,” Kirishima assures, kissing the tip of Bakugo’s nose. “Anythin’ we can do to help?”

He releases Kirishima’s face from his grasp and steps back from the couch, shaking his head with a frown on his face. “Unless you suddenly have a knack for fabric and textiles, don’t think so.”

You round the corner of the island in the kitchen, a plate in one hand and cup of hot tea in the other, making your way to Bakugo’s office. Kirishima sighs contently as he watches your silhouette disappear down the hallway.

“That woman is a damn goddess,” he swoons, deflating back into the couch cushions. “Go eat and wrap up. We can start another movie when you're done.”

Bakugo nods his head and turns to head back to the office. He peers in the doorway to find you mesmerized by the designs scattered across his desk - multiple sketches of clothes, scribbled notes about fabric choices and design suggestions on every page. You glance toward the door, catching him staring.

"These all look great, love. What's got you stumped?" you ponder aloud while organizing the papers back into their proper piles.

Bakugo crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "It's too bland, shit's been done a thousand times. Need somethin' that'll be versatile."

"Maybe you're thinking too much into it."

He blankly stares at you for a moment - you can see the wheels turning in his head while he processes your statement.

"...Do y'know who you're talking to?"

You can't help but laugh, walking around his desk and to the doorway. "I do, hotshot. You're an incredible designer, but not everything needs to be fashion week quality. Most people would just walk around in a t-shirt if they had the option."

Something in his mind clicks the moment you mention 't-shirt,' immediately sending him bolting upstairs and to the bedroom without another word. Bakugo comes barreling back down the stairs with a few t-shirts in hand moments later, tossing all but one onto the back of his office chair.

"Strip," he demands, hands on his hips impatiently.

You quirk your eyebrow at him, but discard your sleep shirt and sweatpants as ordered. Once you do, he shoves the shirt he grabbed over your head, threading your arms through the sleeves and taking a step back to analyze it in full.

"...this is one of your shirts? What does that—"

"Gimmie a sec to think."

The t-shirt is worn out, heavily loved over the years with a faded band logo over the chest and spotted with bleach stains. It was slightly too big for you, cascading over your figure and ending around your mid-thigh area.

Bakugo clicks his tongue while pushing up his glasses back into place. "Turn around."

You obey, turning your back to him. He cinches the back of the shirt with one hand and pulls at the hem by your thigh with the other, as if he's fitting you into his imaginary garment.

"Think ya just solved my problem, sweets," Bakugo says with excitement, letting the t-shirt fall back into its natural state before scooting past you and sliding into his office chair. He turns to the screen, opening a new e-mail and begins furiously typing, paragraphs flowing from his fingers in the matter of minutes.

"Don't forget your dinner and tea," you remind him, turning on your heel to head back to the living room. "I'll leave you be."

"Don't let Ei finish the popcorn without me."

Returning to the couch, you plop down next to Kirishima and fold your head into his lap. He looks at the shirt your wearing, noticing it's definitely not the one you were in 15 minutes ago. And that you're not wearing pants.

"Ah, so he needed that kinda motivation," he snickers, ruffling a hand through your hair.

You chuckle and wiggle in his lap. "No babe, not this time. He should be done soon."

Half an hour later, Bakugo comes into the living room, sighing dramatically as he falls onto the couch, head landing on Kirishima's thighs.

"Made it with three days to spare," he rasps, putting up a victory fist with exhaustion. "Ma approved it, too. S'goin' to be expedited to production tomorrow."

"Way to go, superstar!" You exclaim, bending down to kiss his forehead. "Knew you could do it."

"Good work, Kats! What did you end up going with?" Kirishima asks, a hand massaging Bakugo's shoulder to help him relax.

"She was right, I was thinkin' too hard about it. You'll see it when it's released next month."

"Aw, you're not even gonna tell us after all that?!"

Bakugo snickers, turning to face the TV. "Nah, you two can wait like everyone else. S'nothin' out of this world, but I'm proud of it."

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Later that night, your phone pings a few times with multiple messages while you're getting ready for bed back in your apartment - they're from Mitsuki.

How did she even get your number?

"Hey sweetie, it's Mitsuki. Thanks for being patient with my brat. Even at 30 he's still a pain in the ass sometimes! He's lucky to have one, let alone two, people tolerate him long enough to stick around." "Are you free for lunch sometime? I'd love to get to know you better. Katsuki and Eijiro talk about you a lot."

Mitsuki wants to meet for lunch? You've met her a handful of times, but she doesn't...know about you guys yet.

Right?

You respond with a simple "Sure, I'd love to!" and leave it at that.

You're not sure why, but there's a bundle of nerves knotting in your stomach over the thought of having to impress Katsuki's mother.

No, it's not like that...yet.

mitsuki's always been perceptive...you think she knows about you and the boys? and what'll happen when you celebrate katsuki's new fashion line with friends in a few weeks and you tag along? 😉 ⇢  wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent @pastelbakugou @hannahk @camryn-ciel67 @c4prisuna @perfectsukii @screechingpeachdelusion @lightsgore @cuntpiercedprincess @aphrodite-xoxo

[polly-pocket13]

ramen

katsuki bakugou x reader

It was 1 am in the morning, when you were standing in a pajama and with your headphones on in the kitchen. Currently, you were cutting spring onions for your ramen while you were singing along to a song. 

All because you previously overslept dinner with your classmates. You were so tired from your workout after school that you felt asleep at 7 pm and woke up six hours later, pretty hungry. That's why you're in the kitchen at one in the morning making ramen.

The next thing you did was cut your finger because you weren't paying attention when you chopped the ingredients.

“Ah, shit.” you cursed quietly. 

“It surprises me that this took so long.” you quietly heard Bakugous voice behind you.

You turned around and looked confused at Bakugou who was standing at the door. You put down your headphones and asked him, “What do you mean, and why are you awake at 2 am?” 

“Firstly, I could ask you the same question, so why are awake at 2 am, dancing, singing in the kitchen and making ramen? Secondly, the way you're cutting things is terrifying, so it's a surprise that you cut your finger now and not earlier. You can be happy that you just cut your finger and nothing else happened.” he told you. 

“Tzz, Dickhead. I am hungry, that's the reason, I am making ramens. And my cutting isn't terrifying.” you said and held your finger under running cold water.

You blushed.

How long he has been watching you?

“Show me your finger.” he said.

He was now standing behind you.

“It isn't that bad.” you said, turned around to him and showed your best friend your finger.

He covered your cut with a band-aid.  You had goose bumps everywhere because he was so close.

You had a crush on your best friend Bakugou since the middle school, but you know he doesn't feel the same way for you.

This is the reason why you wouldn't ever reveal your feelings to him.

“Thank you.” you said and walked to the countertop, and slowly started to cut the ingredients for your ramen again.

“Like I said, terrifying.” he told you again and got behind you. “Let me help you.” he said and laid his hand on yours and helped you to cut your ingredients. 

To be honest, only he was cutting the ingredients, and you just tried to breathe and also held the knife as he was so fucking close to you. 

You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“See, not that hard.” he told you as he finished cutting all the ingredients. 

You said, “I could do it myself.”

“Sure, you could. But maybe you would have lost a finger.” he said and smirked.

You turned around so that you could look him in the eyes. His face was really close to yours.  “Shut up, Kacchan. Sometimes, you are a Jerk.” you mumbled. 

“Being a Jerk is a full-time job.” he only said and moved even closer to you.

What the fuck is he doing.

“You didn't tell me why you are awake at 1 am.” you said and tried to win some space, what didn't work out. “Couldn't sleep, there was someone on my mind.” he answered and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Who?” you asked. 

“Sometimes you are really dumb, nerd.” he said and closed the space between your lips.

Maybe it was fate that you overslept the dinner.

a/n: I'm not sure if I really like it, maybe I'll delete it later on.

[gamergirl-niffler]

I have an emergency request to make. Today, I'm grappling with intense abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues related to my CLL. It's not only causing physical pain but also triggering significant anxiety. Could I please request some comforting scenarios involving Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugo, and Kaminari?

Oh, my sweetheart!!! I am so sorry to hear that! I hope soon you will feel better, and for now! Have your lovely boys showering you with comfort!

MHA boys x S/O with abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues

🔥 Dabi 🔥

- Well, he is worried about you.

- You are unlucky enough to have someone like him following you around.

- There is not much he can do, he is not a doctor, but he can cuddle you on the couch

- Of course he is using his hands on your abdomen, warming it up a little to bring you a bit more comfort in the pain.

- Do you need a painkiller? He will go full on ‘marvel disguise’ and go to the pharmacy to get you whatever you requested.

- Your anxiety is acting up? You get wrapped in a blanket, together with some snacks and cuddles. “Yeah, I know it hurts but don't worry. I am here and I am going to help as much as I can.”

- He will actually go as far as finding you an actual doctor so you can have professional help.

- Overall, he will keep his eye on you until you get better. He won't let you suffer and will try whatever possible to stop the pain at least for a bit.

🎮 Shigaraki 🎮

- Does he look like a doctor? Nope. The only medical experience he ever had was in Surgeon Simulator… and it never ended well.

- Kurogiri is immediately sent to get you some meds. Just say what you want, and you shall receive.

- You need distraction from pain, so… he wraps the two of you in blankets with you comfortably sitting between his legs, Switches in hands.

- He prefers to kick your ass in Mario Kart but since it's all about you and distracting you from pain he lets you pick Untitled Goose Game so you can get completely distracted by villainous goos, running around and causing troubles.

- When you two get bored with playing, he is up to watching some anime with you. Of course, you pick, he’ll watch whatever you choose. Even if he hates it.

- When Kurogiri is back, he is immediately sent away to contact that old Kyudai for some medical help when it comes to you.

- The two of you just snuggle and eat snacks.

- To your own surprise, as simple as those methods are, they are indeed useful and really successful in distracting you from both pain and anxiety.

- When you eventually fall asleep in his arms, he uses this time googling everything he can about your ailments and how he can help you.

💥 Bakugo 💥

- Bakugo is worried. Of course, he is! He is not a heartless monster! 

- He gives you all the cuddles you request from him, warming up your lower belly as much as he can.

- Comfort food is something you need so right after taking your meds, you're sat in the kitchen, so Katsuki can keep an eye on you while cooking. 

- It doesn't matter what your comfort food is. You like it? He makes it. Simple as that.

- After the meal, there is more cuddling for you, with an even bigger amount of kisses than usual.

- You can pick something to watch. It doesn't matter if it's a movie or a cartoon. He is watching it without complaining.

- When you drift into sleep, Bakugo picks you up and moves you to bed. He loves you, but he is not going to mess up his back by sleeping on the couch 

⚡ Kaminari ⚡

- PANIC!

- There is no other way to describe it. PANIC. Are you dying?! Are you going to leave him all alone!? He is not ready to lose you! He is too young… YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.

- Denki calms down after googling everything and talking to you about what's happening.

- Calm Kaminari is much more effective. 

- First, he makes sure you take your meds, then he brings you all snacks. 

- Denki starts watching TV with you, but there's a twist. He keeps talking to you, and since there’s nothing fascinating on the TV, you listen to him.

- He tells you a lot of his school stories, fun ones like the School Festival, and little scary ones like the attack on USJ. 

- Of course Kaminari being himself also tells you jokes! All sorts of jokes, together with funny faces and weird voices.

- Seeing you smile, without an ounce of anxiety, is the most beautiful thing in the whole wide world.

[raccoxn]

WELCOME HOME, SON • soft ghost one-shot (feat. my oc katsuki "goose" addair)

SCENARIO: Ghost never had anyone to come home to after completing missions. Usually he spent his nights at base waiting to be called upon by his superiors to go back out into the field. It helped distract him, but it left a hole of longing in his chest when he would see his teammates leave for their homes. His friend and fellow Shadow comrade, Katsuki "Goose" Addair, had seen how his mood changed whenever they would spot him gazing out of a window or punching one of the dummies in the gym. Katsuki never initiated conversation since he brushed them off multiple times before, but this time, Katsuki would change the outcome.

It was the holidays, and while Ghost made it clear he wanted nothing to do with them, Katsuki wanted to reach out and help him get an alternative outlook on this time of the year....

**told in 3rd pov; not an x reader, just platonic happenings between ghost and my oc. also, katsuki uses she/they pronouns and in this one shot she uses she/her**

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Katsuki packed her duffel bags full of her clothes and gear, her heart racing with excitement as she wrapped up her phone and laptop chargers. She was cleared to go home for the winter holidays, and it would be the first time in two years she could see her family. Her dad, stepmom, and stepsister had no idea she would be coming home. All she told them was that they had her on standby for another operation...which wasn't true at all.

This year though, Katsuki planned on bringing Ghost back with her. Others of her company and the rest of Task Force 141 had gone home to their families and friends for the holidays, leaving him alone here at base. Katsuki hoped he would come with her. He didn't have to celebrate or participate in the festivities. All she wanted to do was make sure he wasn't alone and had someone familiar to spend this season with.

He had never met her family before in person. He had spoken to her stepsister briefly when he walked in on her. Her stepsister, Lottie, told him he was cool and she wanted a balaclava of her own that matched his. Katsuki never thought she'd see the Lieutenant go speechless, but he had quickly composed himself and thanked her quietly. Since then, he's bragged occasionally about Lottie calling him cool.

Katsuki finished packing and zipped up her two duffle bags. The one with her gear, she shoved under her bed and the other she grabbed the straps and put it on her shoulders. She glanced around for a moment before turning off the light and closing her door to leave. She hummed to herself as she made her way to Ghost's room, a nervous feeling surfacing in her stomach. The man was intimidating already, and asking him to join her for the holidays made her overthink. What if he took it the wrong way? What if Katsuki came off with romantic vibes when really she wanted to be a good friend? What if he got offended?

So many questions ran through her head....

Katsuki stopped at his room and lifted her gloved hand. She knocked a couple times with her knuckles and waited for him to answer. The door knob turned and it opened, the man wearing his usual skull-patterned balaclava. He was dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, the hood pulled over his head, and black was smudged around his eyes. He looked like he was dozing off, making Katsuki feel bad for disturbing him.

"What're you doing here, Goose?" His accent gruff yet held a hint of confusion.

"Well, uh, sir, I was wondering--and you can say no if you want. I won't be upset--if you wanted to come stay with me for the holidays?"

When she saw his eyes narrow, she quickly spoke again.

"I know how you are, sir, with this time of year, and while I don't understand, I respect it! I just...I wanted to make sure you would be okay since you're always alone during this season and my sister asked about you when I last talked to her..."

Katsuki readjusted her duffle bag and looked up at the man, his demeanor unreadable as he stared at her. She pressed her lips together before nodding.

"Right...Figured you wouldn't--not that that's a bad thing. Um, right, I'll--uh--I'll...go now."

Katsuki, shut up....

Ghost shut his door abruptly, making Katsuki flinch away from it. She nodded and looked at her biker boots and helmet in her free hand, a bit disappointed, but she knew he wasn't very open with his emotions or giving straight answers. She was just embarrassed about stammering over her own words since had rehearsed the conversation in her head multiple times beforehand.

"Have a good night, sir." Katsuki bid her goodbye and walked away, inhaling deeply to calm her anxiety as she walked out of the barracks and outside. The winter air took her breath away and nipped at her nose, her breath turning to fog as she huffed. Katsuki couldn't help but shiver when it chilled the shaved parts of her head.

Katsuki wondered what Ghost would do since he wasn't coming. Would he close himself in his room? She had seen him disappear for days at a time and the only times she saw him come out was when he was doing recons with her and her unit. The sergeant major couldn't help but wonder if he would be okay without someone constantly knocking on his door to make sure he was alive. That's what she did for him whenever she was stuck at base for the holidays.

When she reached the parking garage, Katsuki jogged over to her motorcycle, eyeing the extra helmet strapped to the back of her seat. She set hers down and picked the other up, moving it to a storage pack attached to her bike. She clipped her duffle onto the other side, adjusting the straps and making sure it was secure.

"You got room for one more, Goose?"

Katsuki had just gotten on when she made eye contact with Ghost. He still wore his sweatshirt, but he had on dark denim jeans, boots, and the skeletal gloves he always wore. And as always, he still had his mask on.

Ghost held onto his duffle in one hand while he had a backpack on. Katsuki grinned and gestured for him to come over. He walked to her, his usual intimidating demeanor now one of contentment. He could never explain it, but there was something about Katsuki that made him feel safe. It could be because she didn't pry when others did? Or maybe it was because she was so down-to-earth and suffered horrors he understood? Whatever it was, he appreciated it dearly, but he would never tell her that.

"I'll clip your bag on." She said and got off.

Ghost watched her clip his duffle on her bike then she handed him the extra helmet she had. He eyed the skulls on the black exterior, a ghost of a smirk coming onto his face as he removed his hood and put the helmet on. Katsuki put hers on too, Ghost noticing the sakura blossoms on the dark gray exterior. He saw her call sign painted onto the back and chuckled through his nose.

After Katsuki got on, Ghost followed. He loosely wrapped his arms around her, surprised at how small she was even though Katsuki was muscular herself. He once saw her lift Soap over her shoulder and sprint across the gym with him. Ever since that happening, he wondered if she could carry him.

Katsuki made sure he was okay before speeding out of the parking garage, his grip around her waist tightening. The ride was silent for the most part, but he didn't mind. Instead, he eyed the dark, starry sky and the full moon above. It was peaceful out here. There were no helicopters and planes whirring above; no trucks and armored vehicles speeding everywhere; no shouting and orders being handed out. It was just peace--just him and his good friend who never ceased to shock him. How Katsuki could continue to be incredibly caring and inclusive toward him was a mystery. Ghost always saw himself as an expendable soldier: someone who would be killed by their job. He saw himself as only a soldier, but Katsuki somehow brought out Simon Riley.

Within the years he's known her, Simon started to care deeply for her. It wasn't romantic, but rather a "protective older brother" care he had. He made sure she was okay every time they were out in the field. He made sure she knew she wasn't some expendable soldier like him.

If she died, she would leave people who love her behind. She would leave her parents and sister. Hell, he didn't even want to think about how Soap would be if she was KIA.

And if he died? Ghost told himself the same thing: No one would miss me. There was no heaven for him—not for what he's done in his line of work. There's no family to mourn him. His team would be upset, sure, but he didn't have what Katsuki had.

But right now, as he held onto Katsuki's waist and watched the stars, he couldn't help but question if he might be wrong and if someone like Katsuki would miss him....

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The ride to Katsuki's parents' home wasn't long at all. It took about two hours, and once she pulled into the driveway and parked her motorcycle, she got off and grabbed her bag. Ghost followed after her and grabbed his duffle bag from her when she undid it from her bike. He took off his helmet and readjusted his balaclava before looking at the two-story house that belonged to Katsuki's dad. He eyed the soft white lights decorating the edges of the roof and the flower bushes along the walkway. He noticed other houses decorated more vibrantly and had inflatables in their front yards. He couldn't help but scoff at it.

"Oh, um, my parents don't know I'm surprising them so don't be alarmed if my stepmom and sister scream like idiots." Katsuki warned. "I've told them about you before so they won't ask personal questions or ask about the mask."

"Do they know my actual name?" He asked tensely, his head on a swivel as he surveyed every dark corner. Katsuki noticed and lightly nudged his arm.

"Hey, you're safe. And for your comfort, they don't. If Lottie tries to question you, you have permission to slap her."

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle a little. It sounded more like a grunt, but Katsuki grinned to herself when she heard it. She stopped at the front door and raised her gloved hand, knocking loudly and Ghost mentally prepared himself to meet Katsuki's family.

When the door opened, Katsuki didn't react or say anything. The older woman at the door froze for a moment before she burst into tears, hugging Katsuki instantly and shouting for "Graem and Lottie."

"Nice to see you too, Mera." She laughed as she gestured for Ghost to follow her inside. He hesitantly did so and glanced around the neatly decorated home.

"KAT, YOU ASSHOLE!"

A teenage girl Ghost assumed was Lottie ran at her full speed, almost tackling her as she wrapped her arms and legs around Katsuki.

"Katsu!" A deep Scottish accent shouted from the upstairs and Katsuki's father rushed down toward her. He engulfed her in a tight hug, the older man crying a little.

"My sweet baby girl, I missed you." He whispered to her as he kissed his daughter's cheek.

"I missed you too, Da."

Ghost noticed Mera and Lottie's questioning stares pointed in his direction, the lieutenant shifting awkwardly as he cleared his throat. Graem took notice of him immediately made his way toward him.

"Ghost, nice to see you in person." He greeted and held out his hand. The masked man shook it, his grip as tight as the Scot's.

"Welcome home, son." He said with a smile, and Ghost thought he stopped breathing for a moment when he said that. Graem had let go of his hand and hugged his daughter again.

"Remember me?"

He snapped out of his reverie quickly and looked down at Lottie, the teenager grinning.

"I do. You're what Katsuki calls 'Gaz's #1 Simp'."

"SHE WHAT?!"

Ghost watched the two sisters start to squabble before wrestling with another. In this moment, he had a flashback to when he was young. When he and his brother.... No. He didn't want to remember that. He would rather eat a handful of nails before he remembered his childhood.

"Hey, Lieutenant? You okay?"

Katsuki walked up to him, a concerned look on her face.

"I'm fine. Where am I sleeping?"

"Oh, right! Mera, Da, Lottie, I'll be right back. Follow me, sir."

Katsuki grabbed her duffle and motorcycle helmet off the ground before leading him upstairs. He saw Lottie try to follow by Mera held her back, whispering something and the three went into the living room.

He followed Katsuki down the hall but stopped when she found a familiar photo on the wall. He looked at it too, seeing a Japanese woman in US Army dress-blues. Katsuki was practically a clone of the woman in the photo, minus the scars. He did notice the woman had blue eyes though rather than the dark brown Katsuki sported.

"That's your mum?"

"Yeah. Sergeant Major Miwa Aikawa-Addair. KIA in Afghanistan. She's the reason why I joined the military."

Ghost stared at the Sergeant Major. He gave a respectful nod and glanced to another photo of a teenage boy. He didn't recognize him at all, but when Katsuki saw his gaze linger on the frame, she cleared her throat to grab his attention. He looked to her and Katsuki gestured him to follow.

Curiosity entered his mind when he noticed her tense state when she noticed him. He wondered who the boy was, but he didn't want to pry into her life. He wanted privacy, so he honored hers by not questioning it at all.

Katsuki walked into a room that was decorated with a contemporary feel. The bed was consumed in pillows, decorative and ones to sleep on, and he saw a small basket of snacks and toiletries on the night stand.

"Mera leaves this for everyone." Katsuki chuckled when she saw Ghost's gaze on the basket. "This is the guest room, obviously. You have your own bathroom and a mini fridge is behind the little sliding doors of the TV stand."

He nodded, his eyes taking in everything around him. He saw a desk with a computer in the far left corner of the room and watched the pictures of Katsuki's family fade in and out. He saw a picture of her when she was in basic training and almost smiled at it. She looked completely different from how she did now.

"Ghost?"

He looked at her when he heard her voice. She gave him a soft smile while fiddling with her hands nervously.

"If you ever feel overwhelmed while you're here or need time to yourself, don't feel guilty about hiding out in here. My parents will understand and won't try to stop you or coax you out of here."

Ghost stared at her, his heart skipping a beat when he felt her pat his shoulder.

It was in this moment he understood why Soap loved her. He understood how she worked so well with him and how she quickly became a favorite among the Task Force.

She was heartfelt, down-to-earth, and was patient toward him whenever he showed resistance.

He nodded to her in response, the man at a loss for words as she smiled softly and walked to the door.

"My room is right next to yours so if you need anything, feel free to knock."

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pt.2?

also, feel free to request one shots! just send me an ASK or whatever to my inbox!

[icedthoma]

Can you do hcs for how fantasy au Bakugou would progress through his relationship with the reader? I understand if you cant do this request because its too vague or something, I just don't really know what I want because all I know is I want fantasy bakugou but I haven't read very many fics of him.

I’m making this take place in the same universe as this fic from my 1 year event to make it easier on myself! And bc i liked that fic too much to let it end there. I strongly suggest reading that fic first, as these hcs are entirely based upon it! Let’s get some backstory goingggg~

Also oop this got rlly long lmao

FANTASY!BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As a magic user, you were proud of how self-sufficient you were. Living in the woods alone wasn’t too bad. You had your cottage, your garden, and enough animals in the forest to keep you company whenever you were bored. You had spells casted all around your house to ward off any unwanted visitors. 

It wasn’t the worst life, but some days you found yourself wondering if you could do something more with your life. You were blessed with the ability to use magic, after all. Was it wrong for you to keep your talents all to yourself, using them for menial tasks like enchanting your kitchenware to assist you with cooking, or catching fish with a simple wave of your hand? 

There wasn’t exactly anyone around to tell you otherwise. 

Loud noises were a rarity where you lived, which was why you were startled out of your mind when a loud crash came from somewhere outside. You sighed. You really didn’t want to have to do any mind-wiping this early in the morning. 

Trudging through the woods, you squinted through the trees in the direction of the noise, casting an invisibility spell over yourself as you left the border of the spells cloaking the area around your house and garden. 

You didn’t know what it was you expected to see. Maybe a lost squad of knights from a nearby kingdom. Maybe a rogue animal new to this land. 

You didn’t expect a red, fire breathing dragon. 

“Haven’t seen one of those in a while,” you murmured, edging forward to get a closer look. Something about this dragon was...off. Not completely a dragon, but... “Ah. A shifter? I haven’t seen one...ever.”

Your invisibility spell on yourself couldn’t hide you completely, proven by how the dragon sniffed the air in your general direction, occasionally shifting around from its spot on the ground. You didn’t really care, your main concern being the safety of the forest if this shifter decided to light something on fire. 

The small clearing the dragon was in was small, way too small for their large body. Why didn’t they change back? 

Another turn of the dragon and you spotted it. A large gaping wound along the dragon’s forearm and side that would for sure prove fatal if they shifted back into their human form. Cloth was messily wrapped around part of the injury, but it was on the verge of falling apart by the dragon’s constant movement in the tight space. 

You were okay at healing magic, having taken pity on birds, deer, and one time a mountain cat that needed help, but you had never tried to heal anything as large as a dragon. 

Resolving yourself as to what you were about to do, you released the invisibility spell and crept forward through the trees. The dragon’s gaze immediately snapped to you as you appeared, eyes narrowing as you held your hands up to signify you meant no harm. 

You cast a quick side glance at those rather sharp claws you were sure would be utilized in an instant if you messed up. “You’re a shifter, right?” you asked in an attempt to loosen the situation. “That’s quite a nasty wound you have, there. I can stop the bleeding, just enough so you can transform back without dying. I’m a magic user, you see.”

You had just begun to work your magic on the dragon, focusing so hard you didn’t notice the entrance of a second figure through the trees. 

“What are you doing to Kirishima?”

You yelped and looked over with wide eyes at where a man with spiky blond hair and a warm-looking red cloak was glowering at you, sword pointed menacingly at you. “W-wait, hold on, I’m not--”

The shifter, Kirishima, turned his head toward the newcomer and made a reassuring noise in the back of his throat, nodding towards where you were trying to multitask with healing him and wondering if you could run away fast enough before this angry looking blond could reach you with that sword. 

Luckily, his friend (you were assuming they were friends) seemed to relax, and marched over to stand behind you. “Are you healing him?”

“Um, yes,” you said, a little off-put at how aggressive his voice was. “I’m stopping the bleeding for now, just so he can change back where it’ll be easier for me to help him.”

It was hard, trying to use your magic well while someone was breathing down your neck, but in the end you managed it, and Kirishima the dragon transformed into an unconscious red-haired man on the forest floor. 

You led the blond, (you learned his name was Bakugou) to your home, holding the door open for him so he could carry his friend inside. You had never had visitors before. It was an odd feeling, letting two people you had just met into your most protected area. 

“So...what happened to you two?” 

“Tch. It’s none of your business. Just heal my friend and we’ll be out of your hair.”

So rude. He could at least give you something interesting to think about while you tried to heal him. However, you had exhausted your magic for that day, not used to straining yourself to this extent. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had used up this much of your magic. 

Bakugou did not look happy about that, and you winced under the force of his glare. You suggested he get some rest and you could continue healing his friend in the morning, but despite your reassurances about the protective spells around your house, he ignored your offer of making him a room in your house (quite literally, as making extra rooms for fun only to remove them later was one of your favorite pastimes. You don’t talk about the goose room, though.) and stomped out your door to “keep watch.”

Over the next couple of days, you watched happily as Kirishima regained consciousness, his wound improving steadily. You got along quite well with the shifter, who was always willing to talk to fill the silence while you worked on his side. How could someone as cheerful as him be friends with such a grump like Bakugou?

“Ehh, you get used to it,” he laughed once you had asked him that. “But he’s really protective of his friends, and cares for them a lot! I bet he’ll open up to you, soon.”

Hah. You wish. Bakugou was rarely in the house, always eating whatever you had prepared for them in the morning quickly despite your hard work at making it look aesthetic and nice. 

You learned that the two of them traveled the world together, stopping raids from demons attacking several villages. “You would think that they would turn tail and run at the sight of me,” Kirishima huffed. “But no. I get a spear to the side instead. That’s not manly at all.”

“Did you mean, dragon-ly?”

“Oh, yeah!”

He also listened to you with sympathy at how you had been living here alone for a majority of your life, living off your magically sustained garden. “You live alone? Doesn’t that get boring?”

You shrugged. “You get used to it.”

Kirishima got a shiny glint in his eye you didn’t like. “Hey, Bakugou! What if we take Y/n with us!”

“No way.”

“Come on...they’re a magic user! Think about how helpful that would be to have on our side!”

“Yeah, and one more I have to worry about keeping alive.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “No thanks.”

The two of them bickered for a while while you wrapped new bandages around Kirishima’s arm and torso. The thing was, when Kirishima had suggested you go with them, your heart had leaped with joy. Seeing the world beyond your little cottage and forest? That didn’t sound too bad. After all, making random rooms in your house could only be a sufficient change of scenery for so long. Wasn’t this the chance you had been dreaming of? A chance to make a difference and actually help people?

“I’d love to go with you,” you blurted out, blushing at Bakugou’s crimson eyes now fixed on you instead of your patient. “I’ll be useful, I swear.”

He bet you’d be begging to go back home within the first week of traveling with them, and that only made you want to go even more. 

In what seemed like no time at all Kirishima was fully healed, and you were seated atop his dragon form’s back behind Bakugou, who had practically snarled at you when you tried to sit in front of him. You were honestly scared to try to hold on to him as Kirishima prepared for takeoff. A part of you couldn’t believe this was happening. This had got to be the most impulsive decision you had ever made in your entire life. You were finally going to see the world!

Adjusting to the nomadic life was probably the hardest part, even harder than having to deal with Bakugou 24/7. However, you proved yourself to be reliable in a pinch, always watching out for your two comrades whenever a demon raid occurred. You had never thought about using your magic to attack before, as you had really only needed it to grow your plants and protect your house. But...you adapted quickly enough, and the grateful smiles of the villagers as they eagerly thanked you made it all worth it. 

You weren’t sure when exactly the barrier between you and Bakugou broke. You had always seen him watching you out of the corner of your eye whenever you laughed with Kirishima or indulged little kids from villages with your magic. Only the elders of the villages dared to approach Bakugou himself, his rugged appearance and constant leer driving all of the younger folk away. 

But if you had to take a wild guess at when he began to warm up to you, it would have probably been after a rather intense demon attack that Kirishima had managed to track just in time. You were dead tired after the whole ordeal, exhausted from using so much of your magic over a long period of time. You wanted to sleep so badly, but you were afraid if you did, you’d slip off Kirishima’s scaly back and plummet to the ground before either of them noticed. 

“If you’re that tired, you can hold onto me. Or whatever,” Bakugou had unexpectedly scoffed from his position in front of you, not bothering to turn around to acknowledge you fully. 

“Oh my God. Thank you so much,” you mumbled, collapsing forward to wrap your arms around his warm torso, head resting on his back and his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Sure, part of you was aware that your fingers were brushing over his bare stomach, but you were too tired to care. 

After that, he thankfully allowed you to rest on him more often. His body heat was better than any blanket, and you honestly sometimes wished Kirishima would just keep flying forever, just so you could cuddle up against Bakugou and that caramel scent you never knew he emanated just a little longer. 

“You’re really something, you know that?” Kirishima joked one day while Bakugou left to retrieve some firewood (despite your offers, he always refused to let you use your magic to get it). “He wouldn’t let just anyone rest on him like that. Didn’t I tell you you’d grow on him?”

You smiled sheepishly down at your lap from where you sat cross-legged on the grass. “I hope you’re right.”

“Hey, hey, what’s up with that smile?” Eyes widening, Ejirou plopped down in front of you to further interrogate you. 

“What? Can’t I be happy that Bakugou doesn’t hate me?”

“We’ve been friends for two years, Y/n. He’s way past hating you at this point. No...it’s something else.” He tapped his fingers together contemplatively. 

“What are you two losers talking about?” Katsuki growled as he emerged from the trees.

“Nothing!” you and Kirishima exclaimed at the same time. 

Something else? What else was there besides your friendship with Bakugou you had worked so hard to create? So what if you found yourself overthinking every conversation you had with him despite the fact you’d known each other for so long? So what if your heart skipped a beat whenever he would raise his elbows slightly before Kirishima would take flight, a silent invitation that you could hold onto him even if you weren’t that tired? 

What else was there besides...romantic love?

...

Crap. 

Fine, say you did admit you liked him, maybe more than a friend should. What if your confession just made things weird? You wouldn’t be able to bear always being around him. What if you had to go back home to your small forest? After seeing all the wonders of the world atop Kirishima, how could you return to a life of solitude? 

For the sake of your friendship with Bakugou and Kirishima, which you wouldn’t give up for anything, you decided it would be better for everyone if you said nothing and continued on like normal. 

Then you got injured during a raid. 

Better you than him, you reasoned before deciding to take the blow meant for him. You had never seen Bakugou that angry before, not when Kirishima had gotten hurt, not even when he got hurt himself. 

He had quite literally exploded all over you once the three of you were out of harm’s way, berating you for not being more careful, didn’t you know that you could have gotten killed? 

Bakugou stormed off into the woods, leaving you and Kirishima to set up camp by yourselves. 

If you’ve read the fic, you know what happened next ;)

After that kiss, the two of you finally acknowledged how important the two of you were to each other. Sure, he still was an annoying prick who scarfed whatever food you made down quick no matter how much effort you put into making it look nice, but he was your annoying prick. 

The three of you looked after each other like always...just many more kisses were exchanged between you and Bakugou. The two of you slept side by side each night, you cuddling up against his warm frame whether you were on the ground or in the air. 

He even let you sit in front of him atop Kirishima one time, opting to have his arms protectively around you and his face buried in your hair. 

“Now that’s true love right there,” Kirishima had commented later on, only to receive a smack on his head by Katsuki himself. 

You never regretted leaving your old home in the forest. You had a new home with Bakugou and Kirishima, after all. 

And that was better than any kind of magic you could produce. 

[bnha-butterfly]

hmmm so i saw the self ship post thing, and weirdly i ship myself with bakugo?? like i'm more on the calm side, and more grounded, and you'd THINK that the relationship dynamic would be "smart, calm person that grounds the angry boi" and "loud angry boi who is calmed down by only this person" but it ACTUALLY is "short dumbass that knows big words" and "loud boi that just wants to be held" but BOTH of us are emotionally constipated

Bakugou was having a shitty day, and that was putting it lightly. His test had come back with less than stellar results, shitty-hair of all people had managed to beat him during training today. Yet, somehow instead of heading to his own room like he planned his feet lead him to you. Well your room to be more exact. He opened the door, he seldom knocked when entering these days and sat himself at the edge of your bed. You were sat studying at your desk. 

“Well hello to you too. What’s got you all moody?” You questioned looking at him from over your shoulder. 

Bakugou let out a grunt in response. He would never admit it but, just your presence always managed to sooth him. 

“So you just came to my room to pout?” You asked with a raised brow.

“I ain’t fucking pouting” he said harshly. The bite in his voice rarely phased you these days. You two had somehow managed to imprint on to each other. So you let out a soft sigh and went back to your work. Bakugo made himself comfortable and flopped back on your bed.

You two spent a a while like that. You studying bad trying to finish up hero law homework and Bakugo laying down on your bed staring up at your ceiling. Occasionally he’d look over to you studying. After a while you decided you more than deserved a break. So you got up and stretched. Your back and shoulders letting out a satisfying popping sound. You headed over to your night stand to grab the snacks you had stashed in your drawer only for Bakugo to grab your hand as you passed him and pull you into the bed next to him.

“Well hello to you to.” You said with a soft chuckle as you looked at Bakugo.

Bakugo just looked at you a look you had grown familiar with in the time the two of you had been together. You let out a soft chuckle and pulled him into a hug. Your face nestled into the crook of his neck.

“If you wanted cuddles you could have just said so”

“Shut up.” He said relating into your touch. The tension leaving his body as he pulled your body even closer.

[dabislilbaby]

You're the Only Thing That Makes Sense - Part 2

Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: alright, I lied in the last one. There's only going to be 2 parts. I don't think this one was as good as my first but I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same. Feedback is welcome so lmk what u think. :)

Part 1

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (no creampie tho), taking v-card, praise kink, dacryphilia (kinda) choking, biting, idk how to tag this but the hand cover mouth thing, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms. Nicknames: teddy bear, baby, and idiot (this is bakugo we're talking about, gotta throw an insult in somewhere)

Summary: you were separated from your childhood friends, just to be reunited with them again 11 years later. What was once an innocent childhood crush, resurfaced years later. You always knew that Katsuki treated you differently than everyone else, but what exactly did that mean?

Word Count: 6.2k

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The next morning you woke by the sun glaring thru the window. Still wrapped in Katsuki's arms. He was snoring quietly next to you and you thought it was cute. For just a second, the thought of kissing him invaded your brain. But you quickly waved away that ridiculous idea.

You'd never told Katsuki this, but when you were little kids, you used to have the biggest crush on him. That's why you followed him around with Izuku all the time. You'd thought that the years that had past would have been forgiving, but now you realized that the silly childhood crush still lingered.

You rolled over taking a look at the clock next to his bed. 7:13am it read. You immediately felt strong arms grip you by the waist, pulling you backwards. Katsuki was still sleeping, but even unconscious he wanted you close to him. Your back now flush with his chest, arm wrapped around your waist. Your face was dusted with a light shade of pink, not sure what to think about it. Nor what to do about it either. You felt his face nuzzle into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth coming from his nose on your skin. Still hearing his soft snores only inches away. You laid there, not daring to move out of his grip. Not that he'd let you even if you tried.

His alarm went off at exactly 7:45am. He reached over you to smack the clock and make it shut up before letting his arm fall back to your waist. He grunted in annoyance at having to wake up. You could tell he wasn't a morning person. He lifted himself up, putting his weight on his elbows. You didn't move just yet. You kept your eyes closed as he adjusted himself, not wanting him to see that you were still blushing from his unconscious actions. He must have thought you were still asleep, because the way he moved your hair to study your 'sleeping' face, was something you didn't think he'd ever do if you were conscious. You heard a deeply pained sigh come from him as he watched you. "I'm no good for you, teddy bear" he said in a whisper so quiet you almost didn't hear him. What was he saying? He surley wouldn't have said something like that if he knew you were listening. What did it mean?

It took everything in you not to react to his words. Instead, you decided to fake it. Pretend like you'd just woken up. Act like you didn't hear a thing. You stretched your arms and rolled over, turning to meet his gaze. "Morning." He said to you in the deepest tone you'd ever heard come out of him. His voice was dark and raspy. The sound sending goose bumps along your back. You did your best to hide your face with the blanket and the sleeves of your hoodie that you still wore. "morning" you replied. He reached to you, pushing the blanket and some of your hair out of the way as his eyes glazed over the still prominent bruise on your face, and then back to your eyes. "You wanna tell me who did this?" You looked away. You didn't want to tell him. But at the same time you wanted to tell him everything. He could tell you were conflicted on how to answer, so he asked you a simpler question. One that could be answered with just a yes or no. "Was it your dad?" He spoke softer. You hesitated, but then reluctantly nodded your head. Still avoiding his eyes. Rage filled him and his jaw clenched. "I'll kill that fucking bastard." He mumbled so quietly under his breath. It was silent for a moment, before you spoke. "Thank you for letting me stay last night. I feel a lot better." You commented nervously. All he could do was nod in reassurance.

There was a knock on the door, slight panic filled both you and Katsuki. Not wanting anyone to see you in bed together, knowing exactly how it looks. But before either of you said anything, the person spoke thru the door. It was Kirishima. "Bakugo, Mr. Aizawa said that we're training at ground beta today so we need to grab our hero suits and meet him there for class." You and Bakugo looked at each other. "Okay" he yelled back thru the door, leaving no further responses. You were relieved when you heard his footsteps fade. But knowing that other people were awake meant you had to figure out how to get to your room without being seen.

Without saying anything, Katsuki rolled himself out of bed. "I'll go out there and I'll let you know if it's clear." He spoke, slipping on a pair of grey house shoes. He opened his door and walked out into the hallway, a few seconds later he stuck his arm thru the the door and signaled a "come" motion. You knew it was safe to leave his room without being seen. Or at least you thought.

The second you stepped out into the hallway, shouji walked out of his room 2 doors over. You and Bakugo froze. Shoujis eyes darted between the two of you, and then you saw him do a zipper motion over his mouth before throwing his hands up in defense and walking away. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you finally let it go.

You quickly made your way to your room, making sure that no one else could tell that you came from kacchan's, and hoping shouji would actually keep his mouth shut. You waited until all of the other girls were out of the washroom before taking your shower so you could avoid the questions about your bruises. And in that moment you were greatful that you designed your hero costume covering most of your body. You took your shower, brushed your teeth, and did your best to cover up the marks on your face with makeup. Everyone met in the common area before walking to school. Usually you walked with Izuku. Mostly to spend time catching up with him, but also because Kacchan always seemed to prefer being alone in the morning. He would put his ear buds in and ignore everyone, walking by himself. But today, he stayed close to you. You didn't mind, you were happy about it actually. You just weren't sure why his behavior changed. The two of you walked a few feet behind the rest of the group, and he handed you one of his ear buds. You silently accepted and stuck one in your ear. An older song by one of your favorite bands played. You didn't expect him to listen to music like this, but you were pleasantly surprised.

The two of you were silent the whole way to school, but it was a comfortable silence.

Once you got there, you handed Kacchan his ear bud and you parted directions. The group filed into the classroom, everyone grabbing their costumes from a numbered slot before changing into them and heading to ground beta. Mina and Uraraka were talking to you, saying they were excited to see your hero costume since this would be the first time you'd be using it since arriving at U.A.

It was a black skin tight body suit with thick curved purple lines tracing the sides. The suit came up to your neck like a halter top with a chest window and an open back. It cut off at your shoulders, but you had long purple gloves that reached to your under arm, exposing only the shoulders. The legs had slits running the outer sides of your thighs to your ankles, being held together by thick purple stitching, exposing little skin. You liked your hero suit. At first you weren't a fan of how tight it was, showing off the shape of your entire body. But you knew it was best for your agility so nothing would get in the way. And you'd grown accustomed to the tight fit over the past year. You slipped on your plain black boots with a slight heel, and the black mask that was molded to your face around your eyes. You'd added a support item to your boots that let you jump a lot higher then normal. Because your quirk wasn't the best for combat, you had to focus a lot on being fast and flexible.

You'd made your way to ground beta with the rest of the class, and it was your first time in one of U.A.'s training grounds. The group stood in front of Mr. Aizawa as he explained today's training activity. You could feel a few pairs of eyes on you. One was definitely Kaminari. You knew this because you heard kirishima smack him in the back of the head and told him to stop staring. but more importantly, Katsuki's eyes were on you too. His eyes glazed your tight fitted suit, the way it hugged your curves. Not leaving very much to the imagination. You'd definitely grown up, he thought to himself, feeling a lump in his throat. He forced himself to look away, doing his best to pay attention to Aizawa.

"Today I'll pair you up in brackets and we'll be doing some basic combat training. We've done this many times so you all should be familiar with how this works. But I'll explain it for our newest student" he motioned to you. "Essentially. You will be assigned to another student at random. The two of you will fight. Win by pinning down your partner for a total of 5 seconds, or render them immobile. Winners fight winners, losers fight losers. I'll be watching and taking notes. Afterwards I'll discuss with you all individually where you've improved from last time and what you still need to work on."

This seemed easy enough. It was just basic combat training which you'd gotten pretty good at. "The brackets are on that screen behind you and you can check there to see who you'll be fighting next." The whole class looked at the brackets to see who their first match would be. Yours was... Ugh, Mineta??

You didn't like him very much, but you were at least glad that it'd be pretty easy to take him.

A few other people went before you. Winners being Mina, Sero, Todoroki, and Jiro. You and Mineta we're up next. He started throwing his purple balls at you, trying to stick you to the floor. But you were too fast and doged them all. It took you only a minute to pin him down and win. Your name was moved up on the bracket. You sat back and watched the other matches play out. Kacchan was up against Tokoyami. You weren't sure how this would play out because dark shadow seemed very powerful. When the buzzer went off, dark shadow rose from Tokoyami's back, going in for an attack. Kacchan immediately fired off an explosion. Dark show shreeks backwards, and Bakugo just kept throwing more blows. Dark shadow seemed to be weekend by the bright light and you immediately saw how this fight would end. Bakugo was yelling and screaming the whole time. You heard "YOU COULD NEVER BEAT ME, BIRD BRAIN!" come from Kacchan as he pumbled dark shadow with light from his explosions. The fight was over pretty quickly, bakugo clearly coming out on top.

You checked the board, and realized Kacchan would be the person you fought next. Oh boy.

Everyone finished their first round of brackets, taking a break and getting some water.

When it was time for your fight with Kacchan, you felt a little nervous. Trying to strategize in your head.

If you get close enough to touch his gauntlets, you might be able to control their movements. The two of you stood in the ring, waiting for the start buzzer. "Don't worry teddy bear, I'll go easy on you" and with that, the buzzer went off. His words caught you off guard. That was the same thing he called you this morning. Did he know you were awake? Did he say that just now on purpose to distract you? And then you realized that you actually were infact distracted.

Once you came away from your thoughts, Katsuki was already running twords you. "Shit" you whispered to yourself. You quickly jumped right as he was about to make impact. Katsuki turned quickly to wear you'd landed. "So you have springs in those boots huh?" He said loud enough for you to hear, cockyness in his voice. "Just makes a better challenge for me." He wasn't yelling at you like he was tokoyami, but he had the same tone when he spoke. You could tell that he was really into fighting.

He blasted himself off the ground, doing a flip mid air to land a blow before you could get out of the way. The explosion blew you back a few feet, but you managed to keep your footing somehow. The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes, him trying to hit you with an explosion and you doing your best to dodge. He didn't seem to be as aggressive as he was in his last fight. Maybe he was going easy on you. But you had no time to think about it.

He did another flip to get close to you, landing on his feet right in front of you for a close combat blow. You managed to slip between his legs before the blast, touching the inside of one of his gauntlets on your way thru. "YES!" you yelled. You'd finally got close enough to use your quirk. Standing up a few feet away from him, you lifted him in the air with the gauntlet you'd touched. You slammed him on the ground a few time, and he tried his best to blast in your direction with his free arm. You'd left a few good scratches on him for sure. Then he managed to slip off the gauntlet that you'd touched, making him fall to the ground. The gauntlet still flouting above him. "Fuck!" You thought. You threw his gauntlet off to the side, it no longer being of any use to you. "That's a cute trick, but play time is over!" He spoke from a few feet away.

He charged at you again, making sure to hit you with consistent long distance blows so you couldn't get away. Before long you felt him tackle you, pinning your entire body to the concrete. You struggled and squirmed beneath him. You made eye contact and you stopped moving. His breathing was heavy and so was yours. He had positioned himself in such a fashion to have your arms pinned above your head, and his knees rested on your things to keep you in place. His entire body weight was on you and you definitely weren't going anywhere. His stare lingered for a few long seconds. Both of you breathing in each other's air because of how close you were. His eyes never leaving yours. It was an intense moment that felt like it lasted ages.

But soon, the ending buzzer went off and your attention on each other was broken. Kacchan climbed off of you, and held out his hand to help you up. It felt a little awkward and both of you avoided the other ones eyes. You walked off to the side to get some water and bandage up any scratches. At least now you had a believable excuse for the bruise on your body.

Eventually the brackets were finished and class was over. Kacchan came 1st which wasn't surprising to you. You ended up in 5th place which you thought was pretty good. You and Kacchan didn't speak, or even look at each other for the rest of the day. Everyone made their way back to the dorms and for most of the night you were in your room.

You'd decide not to go to Kacchan's room that night like you usually did. You were still thinking about the way he stared at you when being pinned to the ground. You thought it best to give it some time.

Around 10, you were coming back to your room from a shower. On your way to the elevator you passed the common area where you saw Izuku and Kacchan being scolded by Aizawa. Iida was coming from the boys showers too, the two of you met at the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. "What's going on over there?" You asked in a low whisper.

"I imagine the two of them were caught fighting on school grounds again. It's a common occurrence with those two." You glanced over in their direction. Your eyes happened to meet Kacchan's. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. "What do you think they were fighting about?" You turned back to Iida. "Knowing them? It could be any number of things." You signed, not having anything else to say.

You made it up to your room where you finished drying your hair and got into something comfortable. A pair of small shorts that barely covered much and a t-shirt that was much too big for you. You shut off your light and sat in your bed, scrolling thru your phone for maybe 20 minutes. The only light in your room coming from the moon shining thru the window. There was a knock on your door. "Coming." You set your phone on the night stand and stood from your bed.

You opened your door, and you saw Kacchan standing there with his hand stuffed in his pockets. It surprised you. You weren't expecting him to be at your door. His head lifted and your eyes met. "Kacchan, what are you-" he cut you off. "You didn't come to my room tonight." There wasn't much emotion on his face but he sounded... Upset? "Well I... figured you might want some space." You hesitated, fidgeting with the end of your shirt. "Why would I want space from you?" He let himself into the room, not needing your permission. "Well I'm...I... I don't know" you stuttered, closing the door.

He walked along the side of your dresser where you'd kept various little items that you've collected over the years. His eyes glazed over your belongings before one thing in particular caught his attention. He picked up a small grey rock. When he turned it over, he saw those familiar shiny purple crystals. A small smile grew on his face. "You still have this?" You switched on the lamp next to your bed and looked up to see what he was holding. The gift he'd given you as children. The last day you'd seen each other. "Of course I kept it. It's my favorite thing that I own."

"your favorite?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded to him. "Why is it your favorite?" You walked closer to him, taking it out of his hand. "well, I learned that it's called an amethyst geode. They are apparently very valuable." You looked down at the object. "And I think it's beautiful when the light catches it just right." You turned the geode towards the light until the crystals inside reflected it, demonstrating what you meant. "But most importantly. My favorite person gave it to me as a gift. And for that, I've cherished it ever since." You placed the geode back where he had picked it up from.

His eyes went to the floor. You couldn't see it but his face turned pink. "Your favorite person, huh?" You stayed quiet and continued to fidget with your shirt. He sighed, and then he pulled something out of his pocket.

"I found this in your yard the same day I gave you that. I wanted to give it back to you, but I never got the chance." He handed you a tiny panda squishy toy. Your eyes widened. "Oh my God I thought I lost this, you had it this whole time?" You grabbed it out of his hands he nodded and moved his hand to the back of his neck nervously. "I've kept it in my pocket almost every day since then ya know" he laughed. "Really? Why did you keep it for so long?" He stuffed both his hands back in his pockets and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess... It just reminded me of when life was a lot simpler and everything made sense. being a kid was easy." He turned and leaned his back against the dresser. "Yeah, being a kid was definitely a lot easier." You sighed, taking the toy over to your desk and putting it in your drawer. Kacchan pushed himself up from his leaning position and followed you. You didn't notice him so close behind you until you turned around and he was only inches away. It made you flinch.

His expression looked pained. Like there were a million things he wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words to say it. You heard a deep sigh, and the next thing you knew, Kacchan was resting his head on your shoulder. Having to lean forward because of the height difference.

"are you okay, Kacchan?" His head turned into your neck, still resting on your shoulder. "No...I don't think so." His voice was soft. It made you worry. Your hand came up to rest on his hair, stroking it gently. "What's wrong?" He stayed silent. You didn't say anything for a few minutes either.

"was it your fight with Izuku?" He laughed. "Deku? No, it has nothing to do with that damn nerd." his comment made you laugh. "You still call him that?"

A few more moments of silence went by, him just leaning on you for comfort. "Talk to me, what is it?" He sighed again. "Everything just feels so...complicated, and confusing." He paused. You felt his hand grab your free one and lift it into his line of vision. He interlocked his fingers with yours and he spoke again. "You're the only thing that makes sense, y/n..." Your face turned red. "Me?" You questioned him. He fidgeted with the tips of your fingers. "You just have this kind of energy about you. I don't know what it is, but you make me feel calm. You make things feel easy. Even when we were kids. I didn't realize it until you came back." He paused, letting out a deep breath. "You keep me grounded, I guess."

It made sense to you now why he seemed so irritated and angry all the time around everyone else. But he was always calm and gentle with you. He never has been good at dealing with his emotions. His face nuzzled into your neck slightly. "I'm worried that I'll hurt you if I get too attached... I'm not good for you."

"Kacchan, i-" you paused trying to find the right words. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you couldn't get it out. He lifted his head and your eyes met. It felt like the same level of intensity from earlier. Your words caught in your throat and you couldn't speak.

The two of you stood in silence for a few long seconds. Then suddenly he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle.

You didn't know how to react. He pulled away from you, leaning his forehead against yours. You still couldn't speak. He thought this meant that he'd done something wrong. He stepped away from you. "I'm sorry y/n, I shouldn't have-" his words were cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him the same way he kissed you. You pulled away from him, eyes meeting again. "You won't hurt me, Kacchan." He'd never opened up to you like that before, and you didn't want him to feel like it was wrong to do so.

Nothing else was said for a while. His expression was soft and he leaned in to hug you. His head was buried in your neck, arms around your waist. You petted his hair comfortingly and you stayed that way for a long time. You could feel the gentle hum of his heartbeat against your chest.

"you should stay." You whispered to him. He pulled away from the hug and smirked at you. "Do you really think that's a good idea, teddy bear?" You blushed at the nickname. "Why not?" You questioned. You stayed in his room the night before, so you didn't see a problem with it. "Yesterday we-" he interrupted you. "yesterday, you were upset" the back of his hand grazed your cheek the same way it did when he wiped away your tears.

He got closer to you. "We're not kids anymore y/n, there's no more innocent sleepovers." He leaned his head down to your ear, moving one hand to grip your waist. Pushing you a few inches to the wall behind you. "I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself if I stayed the night with you again." Your breath hitched. His breath hovered over your ear and trailed your neck. Your body tensed up. His hand slipped under your shirt, still resting on your waist. "Relax" he whispered in your ear again. "If you want me to stop, I will." He kissed your jaw softly. His hand moving up a little, pressing his body a little closer to yours. "Do you want me to stop?" He said while laying a soft kiss on the skin of your neck. It made you melt and relax into his touch. "N-no" your face was bright red, and you hoped he couldn't see it in the dim lighting. He smirked into your neck and kissed it again.

"if I'm being honest y/n, I've been thinking about this for awhile since you came back." He spoke in-between kisses. His other hand trailed the outside of your thigh, playing with the waist band of your shorts. "You h-have?" You did your best to focus on his words but his hands and lips were making it difficult. "Mhm" he hummed, lifting his head to kiss your lips. His hand reached around and gripped your ass. It made you gasp into his mouth, and he used this opportunity to slip his tongue in.

His tongue swirled around yours, making them very familiar with one another. He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting you two at the mouth. Your heart was racing, and your face was as red as a tomato.

There was a heat growing in your stomach and you squeezed your legs together. "Do you still want me to stay?" His face was only inches from yours. All you could do was nod in response, biting your lip in the process. He took a few short steps to your bedside, turning off the lamp. You followed close behind him. He turned and pulled you into a kiss once again, your legs against the edge of your bed. He wrapped his arm around your back and leaned forward, forcing you to fall into the mattress with him. He held himself above you, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of your head.

He started kissing your neck again, and his hands began to roam. "Kacchan, I've never-" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to word it. "I'll be gentle" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. His hands grazed your skin, lifting your shirt above your breasts, exposing them. He took one in his hand, squeezing it gently. And the other in his mouth, coating your nipple with his saliva. He traced circles with his tongue and sucked. Repeating this pattern a few times. Your legs tried to close but his body was in the way, making your knees squeeze his hips.

The hand that was on your breast traveled to the waistband of your shorts once again. He started to reach his hand inside but you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He looked up at you. "What if somebody hears us?" He smirked. "I guess I'll just have to keep you quiet then." His voice was low. You let go of his hand and he slowly slipped it inside your shorts. His fingers settled into your wet folds, making you whimper quietly. "Can you do that for me baby? Can you stay quiet?" He whispered and started kissing your neck again. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth, but your hand ran thru his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. Feeling his muscles flex when he moved.

Two fingers went inside you without warning and you moaned into his ear. "shhhhh" he said comfortingly while slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. You tried your best to hold in your moans but it just felt so good.

He pulled his hand out of your shorts, sticking those same two fingers in his mouth so he could taste you. "You taste so good baby" he cooed in your ear. He wanted more. His lips trailed your neck, your collarbone, in-between your breasts, your stomach, and your pelvis. He grabbed your waist band and you lifted your hips, making it easier for him to take them off. He put his hands on your knees and spread them open, sinking his head between them. His tongue poked and prodded at your sensitive bud. You were making small noises, still trying desperately not to be too loud.

He ran circles around it, in and out of your folds, sucking on your clit like a pacifier. It was becoming too much. Any more of this and you wouldn't be able to hold back. You pulled your shirt up over your mouth and clenched your hand on top of it, trapping any possible noises inside. You grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging on it. He grunted into your skin, one of his hands reached to grab your breast and squeeze it as he continued to eat you out. You were coming close to your climax and your legs started to close around his head but he forced them open with his hands, not letting them. A noise slipped thru your hand, a little louder then you wanted it to be but it didn't matter. You started squirming under him, your grip on his hair getting tighter. He let your legs close around him and squeeze his head but he didn't stop until you had calmed down. You removed your hand from covering your mouth, your breathing heavy. "Wow...you're r-really good at that" you said in between the deep breaths. He smirked and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden movement. He kissed the back of your shoulder and he grabbed your hips to lift them up. You heard the sound of his sweat pants being pulled down. "You'll go slow, right?" He kissed the edge of your ear. "Of course, teddy bear"

You felt the tip of his dick drag against your wet folds before he pushed it in slowly. You cried out at the feeling of your walls stretching for him. "Oh fuck-" he groaned. He pushed it as deep as he could, giving you the time to get used to it and adjust. "Are you okay?" He kissed your shoulder again. "Mhm" you whimpered. He slowly pulled out of you and then pushed it back in again. His hand grabbed yours, fingers interlocking and you both fisted the sheets together. He was stretching you out with his entire length, the pain causing tears to form in your eyes. "Kacchan it's t-too much" his arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you up so your shoulders were against his chest, your back still arched. "You can take it, you're doing so good" his hand wrapped around the front of your neck and squeezed while he kissed your shoulder. Moving in and out of u and at a medium tempo.

He started to speed up and your cries became a little louder. His hand covered your mouth, the other still choking you. "I know it feels good but you have to stay quiet, remember?" He bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder. Your moans were caught in his palm as he started to pound into you. "Fuck- you feel so good" he felt your walls tighten around him and he was getting close. He let go of your mouth and throat, making you fall forward, unable to hold yourself up. He had a tight grip on your hips now, pulling you back against him while he thrusted into you.

You buried your face in the mattress, trying to muffle the uncontrollable sounds. "Ugh fuck Kacchan" you let out in a whimper as you reached your high. The sound of your voice almost made him cum on the spot but he pulled out just in time, unloading himself on your back. "Holy fuck-" he breathed out, coming down from his own high. Both of you didn't move, trying desperately to catch your breath.

"I think I made a mess" he laughed. You giggled at his comment. "Use the towel over on the chair, I'll put it in the wash tomorrow." He stood from the bed, pulling his sweatpants back up and grabbing the towel, cleaning you up. "Okay, all done." You rolled over onto your back, pulling your shirt back down but not bothering to grab your shorts. Your bed was a lot bigger than his, plenty of room for two people. But when he climbed in he left just as much space as he did when you were in his. Absolutely none.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his other slip under your head, turning his bicep into your pillow. He pulled you as close to his body as possible, as if he were afraid to let you go. You could tell by the things he said earlier that he had a hard time trusting. Mostly himself, it seemed. Afraid of hurting people and losing them. Losing you. But u silently swore to yourself that no matter what happened, you'd stay. For him.

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your phone. Two text notifications. Kacchan was still sound asleep, snoring into a bundle of your hair. You tried to reach behind him to grab your phone off the nightstand, struggling bc of the tight grip he still had on you. You somehow managed to get it, without waking him up. There was two texts from Mina, whose room was right next door to yours.

"ayo

Did you and Bakugo fuck last night?!?👀"

You panicked, someone did hear you. But maybe it was only Mina. You hoped to god it was.

"OMG MINA!😧

Please do not tell ANYONE😭"

You eagerly waited for her to reply.

"well........it might be a little late for that😬👉👈"

Your eyes went wide and you gasped. You felt Kacchan shift behind you but thankfully you didn't wake him up.

"omg Mina! WHO DID YOU TELL???"

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"I texted Uraraka and Momo...and I think she told hagakure.

And I also may have asked kirishima about it..."

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"YOU TOLD KIRISHIMA?!?"

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"He's bakugo's best friend I'd figured he'd know if there was something going on between the two of you...😶

But when I asked he had no idea

I don't think anyone else knows"

Oh if she knew how wrong she was.

Later that morning, when you and Kacchan went down to the common area, meeting everyone before class, the entire room stopped and stared at you. Both of you. You flushed under their gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed. Katsuki's eyes darted between a few of the students. He sighed. "I don't wanna hear a DAMN WORD from ANY OF YOU!" He yelled. And with that everyone's eyes went away from the two of you, probably scared of what Kacchan might do if they hassled either of you about it.

After that, Kacchan walked with you to school everyday, sharing his earbud with you. You spent most nights in each other's rooms, not all of them being very innocent. And he continued to yell at anyone who would bring it up or ask questions. Of course, you told your girls about it, but they were the only ones who really knew what was going on.

Over time Katsuki became more comfortable with affection outside of yours or his room. He'd hold your hand sometimes on the way to school and stopped yelling at people so much when you'd tell him "be nice."

You really did seem to calm the chaotic rage inside him and that made you happy.

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ATTENTION!!!

My friend and I have decided to collab and a sequel series for this fic!

Here it is! :)

[mossybee-exe]

Could I request Bakugou with a pregnant wife! Reader, who's directionally challenged and one day while Katsuki is out on patrol, she decides to go for a walk and kinda gets lost since she walked a bit too far from their home, and when Katsuki calls to check in on her, he has to go on a wild goose chase to try and find her? And then he gives her all the kisses and hugs he can but he scolds her for being careless at the same time? If that makes sense? Thanks!

Traveling Buns|Pro Hero! Bakugou x Wife! Pregnant! Reader

A/N:YES! I love this idea!

Sum:You get bored sitting around the house all day without Bakugou around. And with the little bun in the oven, it's been getting harder to move around. But you wanted to take a walk one day so you did! Except you suck at directions..

"Ugh! I'm so bored!!" You complain to yourself on your empty house, sitting on the couch. You looked down at your stomach and rubbed it. "You are a very active one Sashi! While I'm exhausted myself." You add which soon Sashi settled back down, not kicking as fast or hard anymore.

"Well, might as well go for a little walk! Just around the neighborhood shouldn't be so bad!" You add to yourself before hauling yourself off the couch with a sigh before slipping on your shoes by the front door and walked out, locking the door on the way out.

You walk down the front steps and headed out along the sidewalk, and soon you were walking around the neighborhood. You couldn't help but think of your husband Katsuki as he was at work. You always worried about him but you worry about him MORE now with the little one on the way!

But he has reassured you multiple times that he won't let a stupid villain take him away from you two! It still creeps into your mind now and then though.

"We'll get home and then in just a few more hours and then we can see Papa!"

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"I swear it was this way! Or was the house this way..?" You say to yourself before sighing. This isn't good! Now I'm lost in some strange neighborhood where nothing seems familiar! You think to yourself, panic rising in your chest.

Katsuki will get so worried if he gets home and sees me gone!

This happened a lot. You were directionally challenged meaning you get lost a LOT! Meaning you gave Katsuki lots of heart attacks when he found out you were lost!

However this time, you left your phone at home because you thought you wouldn't go far! You learned your lesson.

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Katsuki couldn't help but worry about you. You were 7 months pregnant and he hasn't gotten the chance to call you yet since he's been busy with work and patrols! But today's patrol has been very quiet today, so he pulls out his phone and presses your number, before his phone began ringing.

However when you didn't pick up twice, he got worried. So he sighs and stats blasting his way around town, trying to find you. He started at your guys' house before scouting the area, also having his sidekicks out and looking for you too.

-

You sat on a bus bench and cry. You were scared, alone, and pretty much helpless because the doctor said he didn't want you using your quirk too much during or the rest of your pregnancy.

Please Katsuki! Find me! I'm scared! You think to yourself while you kept crying. "Y/N!"

Your eyes widen as you heard a familiar voice call to you from above. Could it be..? You think to yourself and look up, smiling when you see Bakugou flying towards you. "Katsuki!!" You shout in relief and Bakugou landed before embracing you, peppering your face with kisses before moving to your stomach and doing the same.

"I was worried sick about you!" Bakugou yells at you, but you knew he meant well. "I know I was just bored!" You reply. But he forgives you and takes the rest of the day off.

He returned home and cuddled and pampered you for the rest of the day.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

*sighs softly* sleepin in Bakugou or Kiri’s shirts

[goose-draws-it]

Bakugou is well aware you’re really not supposed to sleep with your employees…. But sometimes that temptation is too sweet.

(Especially when it seems to be one of the few ways to shut her up)

This oc belongs to me

[touyasdoll]

Anything I deem worthy of a title is here, so smaller drabbles aren’t included on this list. It’s as organized a she can manage rn, but I’m gonna overhaul my masterlists soon <3

Multiple Pairings

MHA Men w/ a thicc & curvy s/o Part One

MHA Men w/ a thicc & curvy s/o Part Two

Villain AU Headcanons/Drabbles

Horror Movies w/ the Boys Part One

Horror Movies w/ the Boys Part Two

MHA Men Defending an S/O w/ Social Anxiety

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Virgin Dabi

Multiple Pairings

Both is Good

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Look at Me

Dance With Me

Tastes like Fire

Every Single Piece

For You, I Will

Why Are You Here?

Shouto Todoroki

Red Lights

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Cooped Up

Milf Chaser Hawks

Hitoshi Shinsou

Breathtaking

Izuku Midoriya

Bestie

Not Yet

Katsuki Bakugou

Messy

I Hate Me Too

Something To Cry About

Eijirou Kirishima

You Wouldn't Know Love If It Hit You In The Face

Multiple Pairings

My Best Friend's Brothers - Dabi/Touya, Natsuo, & Shouto Todoroki x reader

Part One

Part Two - coming soon

Jealousy (ongoing) - Shouta Aizawa x reader x Hitoshi Shinsou

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

Toxic - Dabi x reader, Bakugou x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

Freaky Friday - Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

The Real Thing - Izuku x reader, Bakugou x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two - coming eventually

Plans - Natsuo x reader, Shouto x reader

Plans Can Change (ongoing)

Plan B

Plans Gone Awry - alt ending

A Better Plan - actual ending, coming soon

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

From the Ashes (ongoing)

My Best Friend's Brothers (ongoing)

Katsuki Bakugou

Heroes Don't Do That (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three ft. Izuku Midoriya & Part Three ft. Eijirou Kirishima

Part 4 & Part 4 - coming eventually

Multiple Pairings

MHA Father's Day Thirsts

Playing with their nipples

The Competition

DILFed Down

Voice Modulator Fun

Katsuki Bakugou

One Taste

That Outfit

Frustrated

Little Things

Outnumbered

Goose

Attention

Weathered

Eijirou Kirishima

Girl Dad Kirishima

Messages

Dry humping virgin!Kiri

Izuku Midoriya

A Break

Teardrops

Shouta Aizawa

Sleeping Beauty

Full

Daddy

Just How He Likes It

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Safe

Dreams

Virgin Dabi Calling Them "Bro After Sex" Cockwarming & Breeding

Hitoshi Shinsou

Daddy’s Home

First Date

Too Late

Tamaki Amajiki

Suction

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Positions Let Me Carmine Cage Tomorrow

Oral Fixation

Like Heaven

Hanta Sero

Public Indecency

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Texting with Hawks/Keigo Takami

[rarepears]

Masterpost [Aug 2022 2/3]

Masterpost [Aug 2022 1/3] | Masterpost [Aug 2022 2/3] | Masterpost [Aug 2022 3/3]

mdzs cultivators think deadpool is a demon that wei wuxian raised from the burial mounds au

sung jinwoo is reborn as a nara au

overhaul attempts to recruit yumichika into his yakuza group au

somehow a modern day push up bra wanders into pidw au

 the married life of sung jinwoo and wen ruohan au

shino aburame tames the ants of jeju island and the hunters of solo leveling are understandable freaked out au

tsuna (khr) gets dumped into pidw and liu qingge makes him a bai zhan disciple au

luo bingge mistakens aizawa (bnha) to be a nice version of shen qingqiu and kidnaps him au

Toji (jjk) becomes sung jinwoo's stepfather au

Orochimaru and kakashi get dumped into jjk where kakashi is viewed as a gojo bastard and gojo gets a crush on the MILF snake ninja au

mobei jun (svsss) x xanxus (khr) au

aoyama dealing with discrimination in bnha japan for being a foreign au

itachi and kyuubi time travel back in time and now kyuubi is running around in itachi's body while itachi is stuck in his child form au

the avengers assembly to deal with a luo bingge invasion au

star wars but instead of clones it's despicable me minions au

star wars x despicable me crossover au

tomura shigaraki and his battle with insurance policies au

shouto todoroki starts wearing a skirt as his teenage rebellion to shut endeavor up au

deadpool transmigrates into pidw as liu qingge au

in which bakugou also produces and writes music as a hobby and has a hanana montana moment au

luo bingge and luo bingmei get reborn to modern china as blood brothers - let the sibling rivalry commence! au

shen yuan and luo binghe reincarnate as fumikage tokoyami and dark shadow respectively au

luo bingge x edward cullen (twilight) au

sung jinwoo's mother awakens as a s ranked hunter after her coma au

luo binghe redos his life again and again trying to make his shizun love him au

guy fieri reincarnates as bakugou katsuki (bnha) au

sung jinwoo's mother awakens as a s ranked hunter after her coma au

luo binghe has a rival for Shen Qingqiu's attention and love: the half demon half human squirrel girl au

Darth Vadar travels back in time as he's dying & younger Anakin who just found a dying Shmi thinks the dying Darth Vadar is his bio dad au

tywin lannister x sung jinwoo

batman is an angry goose au

gojo satoru has a side hobby of being a drag queen au

kakashi (naruto) raises tom riddle au

kenpachi x shen jiu coparenting yachiru together au

pidw luo bingge's number 248 wife is dora the explorer au

solo leveling beru vs the HOA au

han yoojin (the s classes that i raised) becomes luo binghe and shen yuan's housekeeper au

harry potter meets thomas the tank engine and thinks that thomas is the God of Death au

a crossover of ichigo (bleach) x lucifer (supernatural) au

shang qinghua is a mess when it comes to writing au

toji fushiguro becomes an onlyfans content creator instead of mercenary au

Ashborn (solo leveling) & Hagoromo (naruto) were lovers thus the tailed beasts think Sung Jinwoo is their mother reborn au

shen yuan transmigrates into pidw into luo bingge's harem au

PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au

despicable me minions in game of thrones au

sqh and sy sleepover au

modern reincarnation of yue qingyuan and his pet cat shen jiu au

naruto wanted a sibling so he caught himself one and also accidentally reveals multiple conspiracies au

[sorryimanon]

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!Reader

Tags: 18+, dirty talk, explicit scenes, mutual masturbation, penetration, bakugou being a switch, reader is a dom, lots of back and forth between characters, slow burn

A/N: this was supposed to be divided into two parts but surprise, surprise! i got lazy :) i had so much writing this. this might be my favorite fic ive written so far! this is a loooong one. enjoy! 

P.S this is the unedited ver. I will posting the final on my AO3 account (sorryimanon)

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Katsuki disliked her. No, he absolutely loathed her. Ever since she stepped foot into the classroom, it was destined for there to be a hostile barrier between the two of them. Granted, all she did was sweetly greet him like the rest of her fellow classmates, but Katsuki completely saw through her fading facade and ignored the kind gesture with a threatening showcase of his quirk.

"Being nice won't get you anywhere, baka," he snarled, glaring intensely at her all the while everyone watched the whole scene unfold.

He treated her like a foolish peasant after that initial encounter, disregarding her in any way shape or form as disgust shone through his eyes.

Y/N persevered the oncoming school years despite the blonde breathing down her neck consistently everyday. Katsuki's aggressive nature towards her subsided once graduation commenced, alluding to the blossoming maturity each student should have endured before branching off into hero work.

Not long after the celebratory succession, y/n bounced to several agencies that offered the same beneficial agreements for her. None caught her attention. Until one day she received a recommendation from Endeavor himself to work full time at his agency. Of course she accepted it and immediately wrote her sloppy signature down on the contract. Unbeknownst to her excitement, a separate copy of the contract was sent to another uprising hero around her age group.

So when she strutted in that morning of orientation, she never expected to see the very infamous Katsuki Bakugou slouched on one of the many chairs in the meeting room. Her throat tightened as she took a seat next to him, his height still freakishly tall even when they were just sitting. Staring straight forward to prevent from any means of eye contact with him, he lowered his head at her eye level and crooked a half smile.

"I'm gonna make you regret for even considering joining here, extra." A fleck of his spit hit the side of her face. Learning from her past encounters with Katsuki, y/n held her tongue in hopes for him to feel satisfied enough to leave her alone.

Thankfully their office hours were inconsistent to where they didn't intervene with each other, neither of them awkwardly meeting in the lobby or an elevator. However, sometimes y/n and Bakugou would desire the same craving for a caffeinated beverage and find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder by the coffee machine.

Bakugou likes his coffee black, she mentally jotted down as she intently watched his usual routine of preparing the beverage.

Like the asshole he is, Bakugou would purposely tip the mug and let a few trickles of the hot liquid burn her hand. He's done this every single time before he leaves y/n alone in the break room. Deep down, he relishes in the strained expression on her face when he inflicts the pain upon her. Thoughts danced across his head. Some involving him blasting y/n into the stratosphere to her kissing the tips of his boots for mercy. Either way, her being so submissive and, dare he say, a pussy to stand her ground sufficed him enough for the time being. But sometimes it pissed him off.

The constant harassment by the angry blonde went unnoticed by their other colleagues, including Endeavor, leaving y/n to prepare every morning to face the wrath of Katsuki Bakugou. His verbal abuse never wavered, occasionally whispering under his breath "weakling" or "stupid girl" whenever the pair were in the same room together. One time he sent her on a wild goose chase to find a missing case file that miraculously disappeared from her desk while she was copying something in the other room. Hours later, she soon discovers the said file tucked behind Katsuki's arm, snatching it from his grip and not once reprimanding him for wasting her time. Y/N eventually got used to it. Adapting to the annual insults of her work ethics and anything he could muster up from his sleeve. Both finally accepted their twisted dynamic, and became accustomed to the work lifestyle.

Months later, the dynamic soon changed when Endeavor announced an emergency meeting with everyone in the building. Apparently a new wave of villains have been reigning terror over the city, causing major damages and fatalities in a matter of weeks. Rumors started to circulate that the new generation of heroes don't have the capabilities to apprehend this group of evil doers. In the meeting, Endeavor made it clear for everyone to be partnered up before he dismisses them to patrol for the night, suggesting that pairing up with someone who is complimentary to your quirk is efficient for when dealing with these kinds of villains.

That's why y/n didn't voice her complaint when she inevitably got matched with Bakugou. His quirk alone was powerful already. With both of their quirks combined, there's no telling how the mission will go, but she surprisingly feels safe knowing he'll be sticking by her side throughout the rest of the night. It'll be a quick mission, then they'll return back to their previous mundane duties in the office. Back to Katsuki's mental and verbal torment.

"Could you move any slower?" Katsuki barked as both he and y/n were taking a quick stroll through the public park, scoping out for any signs of danger.

She was a step behind him, careful not to bump his shoulder or invade his space. She mumbled out a quick apology and fastened her pace, catching up to the man in gear. Tonight he wore his alternative hero costume, the design made specifically for when the temperature reaches an undesirable degree. The collar touched below the tip of his chin, his chiseled chest covered with the thick black material, and his arms protected from the cold with the addition of sleeves.  

"Fucking weakling..." she heard him mumble once they circled the perimeter again.

Bakugou insisted for them to scout out as many places as possible in hopes for an encounter. He desperately needs any excuse for some action, to use his quirk out of anger. Previously, they patrolled the empty plaza of Tatoone shopping center. Other heroes were there as well, but still no signs of any villains lurking in the dark. For the third time, they met up at the center of the park after making another round, both already tired of the tedious task.

"Just our fucking luck. Still no signs of those stupid villains. I guess we should patrol the outskirts of-."

A bright luminescent beam struck the middle of Bakugou's chest cavity, ricocheting him backwards to slam against the trunk of a large tree, knocking him unconscious instantly. Startled, y/n's eyes frantically searched for the perpetrator, only to meet a pair of glowing green orbs staring right back. She shifted her stance in preparation for their next attack, blocking Bakugou's lifeless body from the villains view. Another beam shot from the darkness, only this time y/n counter balanced the blow by rolling to side, the blast missing her by a couple of feet. Y/N quickly raised to her feet and ran head first towards the dark figure. Without preamble, the figure shot multiple beams at the hero, each one emitting from the void of their chest.

Y/N dodged the bright suffocating strips of light, her feet shuffling and heart racing due to the adrenaline rush. However, she miscalculated her next move which allowed the figure to strike her left shoulder when she was distracted for a split second. Pain shot throughout her shoulder blade. Eyes drawn to a close, her hand shot up to cradle the injury. The intense sensation started to spread from the upper half of her body to below. Everything suddenly became numb, including her sensors. She couldn't feel the tips of her digits nor move any part of her face. The muscles in her legs soon stopped contracting, resulting in her knees giving out. She felt the hard, coarse ground beneath her as the darkness began to swallow up her line of vision. The last thing she saw was a scuffed up Bakugou laying face flat on the drenched grass.

- Y/N stirred awake, lifting one of her half lidded eyes expecting to see the villain looming over her tired body. But all she saw was the popcorn ceiling sheltering her, an overhead fan turned on and the curtains tightly shut. She slowly inclined her body upright and peeled the covers from her clammy figure. Still in the process of waking up, she made her way to the attached bathroom by the bed and located the sink. She splashed the cold water on her face, letting the droplets drench the clothes she was currently wearing. Turning off the facet, she craned her head to view the damage on her shoulder in the mirror. But how come she couldn't recognize herself?

Tuffs of blonde spiked out from her head. Her eyes weren't the same color either. Red crimson irises replaced the ones she had before. The injury from last night on her shoulder wasn't there no more, but she took sight at how broad they became. And she wasn't wearing her typical pajama top and bottoms. This morning she was clad in a black tank top and a pair of soft sweat pants.

No, this can't be true. This has to be some sick nightmare. Jolting backwards on her heel, she let out a terrible shriek. After screaming for a good minute, she calmed down and rested her hands on the bathroom counter, transfixed on the reflection in front of her.

"I-I somehow transformed into Bakugou!" The deep timbre voice of bakugou replaced her own. She tugged on the unkept hair and knitted her eyes shut. "This is only a dream. I'm dreaming right? I can't possibly be in Bakugou's body."

A loud ringing noise alerted y/n to open her eyes again. It was coming from her bedroom. Correction, his bedroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror one more time before retrieving the phone that was stuffed in a green duffel bag. Her eyes widened. She recognized her phone number on the screen. Knowing the circumstances, she pressed answered and awaited for the receiver on the other end to speak.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

-

"So, we somehow switched bodies because of being struck by that villains quirk the other night. How long did they say this will last then?" Y/N questioned Bakugou the following morning once they agreed to meet up somewhere in private. Right now they were sitting across from each other on a stone bench by the lake, the morning sun peaking through the tall skyscrapers behind them.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, technically hers, and said, "Endeavor informed me it'll probably linger for a good week. He also wanted us to not be on duty till we recuperate from this, saying that the side effects will drain our bodies." He couldn't muster up the courage to stare at her, because all he would see is the reflection of himself. "Unfortunately the villain fled the scene before the others arrived to retrieve us. They're still out there causing havoc."

"This is freaking weird."

"Fucking."

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. Across from her, Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.

"If you're gonna be me for a whole week then you might as well not sugar coat my vocabulary-dumbass."

Right, she now has to devote her time and effort into mirroring Bakugou's explosive personality. But that also means he too has to put on a show in order to persuade everyone he was her.

"Oh, okay..." she started but tensed up when realizing Bakugou was gazing expectantly at her. "D-Dumbass?"

Katsuki groaned as he rolled his eyes at her failed attempt of portraying him.

"This is going to be a long ass week."

- Bakugou grunted in disgust as he scavenged through y/n's closet for something to wear. Every piece of clothing so far hasn't met his criteria of approval to put on his body. There was an unnecessary amount of yoga pants and the most ugliest oversized graphic tees he's ever laid his eyes upon stored in her drawer. Growing up in a household of highly praised designers, the influence shifted his taste in fashion over the years. So, he made the rational decision to make a quick trip to the mall and purchase a few outfits for himself. Considering he's going to be in this body for a whole week, maybe even more, he might as well present himself looking ten times better than she ever has.

He tittered around the mall window shopping, entering store after store leaving with a handful of clothes in plastic and paper bags. So far he bought some outfits that edged a little on the fancy side, but paid no mind to his bank account. Bakugou guesstimated y/n's size during the venture, not wanting to pry or see what's underneath these restricting fabrics. He was about to leave when a frilly-pink themed store caught his attention.

It's a lingerie store, Bakugou thought as he neared closer to the entrance.

Posters inside the displays showcased attractive half naked women clad in nothing but the delicate material. Not to mention they were all posing seductively. An involuntary image of y/n flashed across his eyes, her imitating the same lustrous pose as well as wearing the sheer lingerie like the women behind the glass. Steams of heat practically blowed out from his ears, along with the embarrassing shade of pink panting his cheeks. He clamped a hand on his mouth, eyes widen in disbelief.

The fuck did I just imagine? There's no way in hell that just happened!

He must've been loitering there for awhile because a young girl, possibly his age, was standing in the threshold of the store wearing a pastel pink apron, giving him a welcoming smile.

She spoke, "Looking to shop for something, ma'am?"

Remembering back to y/n's distasteful clothing, he noted that she also lacked having any 'pretty' undergarments. It wasn't that he intentionally raided through her underwear, he just so happen to have stumbled upon the almost empty drawer by accident. In retrospect, he's doing her a favor. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yes actually. Can you show me your most expensive set?" - "To your left! That dudes been camping by that spot since the match. He'll snipe you in the open!" Kirishima informed y/n as they both sat criss cross on the cushioned couch.

They've been playing the same game for hours. Y/N prayed for at least one water break or grab something quick to eat since they haven't moved an inch from their spots. Kirishima promised after this match he'll order some takeout for the both of them, but he said the same thing 8 matches ago. All she could do for now was pretend to be immersed in the game, getting a couple of impressive kills here and there, subsequently ranking her to a bronze level. Her digits were beginning to cramp up due to the repetitive moments of smashing down on the labeled buttons on the wireless controller. The screen across from them suddenly went dark and flashed the scoreboard from the recent match. Another successful victory.

"BOOYAAA!!!!" Kirishima clapped his hands and did a celebratory dance. "Ah, good game Bakugou."

Y/N flinched from hearing the blondes name.

"Kirishima, it's Y/N," she reluctantly reminded him.

Kirishima's whole demeanor went south. He chucked out a dry laugh and nervously started rubbing the back of his neck.

"R-Right sorry. Couldn't help myself. I mean, I am looking at Bakugou. Same face, voice, hair, and scary eyes."

After being battered by the villains quirk, Kirishima and Sun Eater were the ones to retrieve them before law enforcement shortly arrived once the perpetrator fled the scene. They were all under one strict oath to not mention this to the public, or else everyone’s image will tarnished and skew the potential of our future rankings.

"I know. I'm still trying to process this whole thing. I've been avoiding all the mirrors in the apartment since I came back." Y/N stood up from the couch and sauntered over to her designated bedroom for the week. She reached for the door handle but stiffened when a pair of hardened hands rested on her broad shoulders.

"Aye, don't worry so much. I bet you Bakugou is thinking the same thing. This week will be over before you know it," he absentmindedly began massaging the area between your shoulder blades and neck.

Does he always treat Bakugou like this despite that nasty little Pomeranian being a complete asshole to everyone?

"Kirishima?"

"Yeah?"

"What is Bakugou like around you?"

The red head hummed to himself at the random question, thinking of a perfect answer to her curiosity.

"The same how he was in high school except more tamer I guess. But I enjoy his presence none the less."

Then why does he seem to unleash his untamed feelings towards me specifically?

Y/N sighed, obviously not satisfied with that answer.

"Out of everybody, he seems to despise me more and more like it's a game," she said without realizing.

"You know how he is Y/N. He's very abrasive and blunt when it comes to other people's emotions, but deep down I know he only acts like that because he wants to present a strong image in front of everyone," he started. "He's scared of others looking down on him, I know that for sure. But I always looked up to Bakugou from the day I personally got to know him. So, I guess he just stayed by my side because of my admiration for him."

Bakugou is always putting up a front then.

"Interesting...well I'm gonna go to bed now. Thanks for keeping me company," y/n said once again reaching for the knob and opening the door, ignoring the red heads pleas for her not go to sleep on an empty stomach. -

The next day Bakugou found himself inside y/n's bathroom, feet firmly planted on the tiled floor not daring to move an inch. Even though he wasn't in his own body that didn't stop him from paying a visit to the gym this morning. He went extra hard on every machine, not caring about the wandering eyes men gave him while he dead lifted weights. Drenched in nothing but his own glistening sweat, Bakugou entered y/n's small apartment as he dragged his tired feet to the bedroom he was now familiarized with.

Something foul wafted into his nostrils, almost making him teary eyed to the stench. He tried to recall the last time he took a shower. Vaguely he remembers washing his body the morning before he got attack by the powerful quirk. It's been several days since then. This was one thing he didn't want to endure during his experience of switching bodies. He's been neglecting his own hygiene to avoid seeing y/n's exposed body parts. Changing out from her clothes with closed eyes was difficult enough, but taking a fucking shower?! Such a shitty predicament. But he can't smell like this for the remainder of being stuck in this body. He'll die of suffocation.

Ah fuck, that must mean she has to take a shower as well. Or worse, she already has and saw everything.

His eye twitched, lips trembling in fear at what he's about to witness.

Fuck it, I can't go out smelling like shit!

With shaky fingers he began stripping, eyes trained on anything but y/n's figure, the faint sound of the water streaming white noise to him. Her gym clothes piled on the floor, Katsuki slipped into the shower, head titled slightly to view only the shower head. He messed around with the chrome handle, indecisive on what temperature he wanted. Settled onto cold to awaken his sluggish state, he positioned himself under the shower head, goosebumps prickling his skin due to the sudden drop of temperature. Water droplets streamed down and canaled to his lower regions, the sensation relaxing his anxiousness just a smidge. He surveyed the options y/n had laid out for hair care products and grabbed the nearest one. Rubbing the body wash into the palms of his hands, he caught himself, arm mid raised getting ready to wash each crevice of his body.

Shit shit shit shit

The hand in front of him began shaking.

She won't know. It's not like I'm touching her sexually, I'm just keeping her clean for fucks sake!

As gentle as he could, Bakugou washed away the soapy residue, fingers cautiously ghosting over anything perking out. A moment too soon, he accidentally skimmed over her chest a little too fast, the tips of his fingers touching something that was hard and protruding. His breathing hitched.

I just felt her fucking nipple!

But fuck, it strangely felt quite pleasant. Pleasurable even if he had to admit.

He continued on with his previous ministrations, cupping her boobs like a madman and swiping one thumb over the taunt surface to test the waters. A fierce, tingling sensation surged shivers down his spine. An unsolicited low moan spurred out from the blonde.

"Hah!"

What the hell?! Why am I still touching her tits? And why am I enjoying it?

Finishing up his routine quickly, Bakugou snatched a towel from the cabinet and rubbed away all the sinful thoughts desperately from his head, a constant fight between his morals and neediness. Nobody will never know what he committed in the confines of her own apartment. And it'll fucking stay like that till on his death bed.

I practically assaulted her. I'm so fucking disgusting

For the rest of the remaining day, Bakugou planned on meeting up with Kirishima to hangout. He wanted to coerce the red head into talking about anything other than y/n. His mind needs the relief. He needs this spell to be over with.

He can't stand trying to fit into women's jeans any longer - Kirishima woke up that morning to a chorus of shrieks. Girlish shrieks, might he add. He thought maybe the neighbors were selfishly doing not-so-holy-things at the peak of dawn. But him and Katsuki were resided on the highest level of the penthouse, them being the only residents on the empty floor. It clicked once he heard his name through the thin walls.

"Ah! Y/N I'm coming!" He leaped from his bed and reached y/n's, technically Bakugou's, room in a matter of seconds.

Y/N's body twitched to the sound of the door being slammed open, the impact rattling the very few wall decorations in the blondes space. Standing in the threshold was the friendly red head, huffing and puffing air out of his chest like he just got done running a marathon.

"K-Kiri! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!" Her words afterwards became a jumbled mess, realizing the predicament she pushed herself into.

"Hey, hey, calm down! Tell me what's wrong. It sounded like you were in pain. Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" The red had to remind himself this was indeed another person inside Bakugou's body, because Bakugou would never apologize repeatedly for the sake of apologizing in his entire life.

Y/N was looking quite pallid now, sheepishly tugging on the black covers of the bed, trying to find the easiest way on how to lay this out to her new roommate.

"Well...I just...I woke up to - ah crap."

Instead of explaining her situation, she pulled back the blanket to show kiri the thing protruding between her uncommonly, muscular legs. Kirishima's eyes widen instantaneously, eating up the pitched tent inside her basketball shorts. Oddly enough, this wasn't his first rodeo upon seeing the blonde with a boner. They were dudes. And dudes living together were bound to witness each other's 'flesh swords', he'd like to put it.

"Oh, morning wood? That's pretty normal. Nothing to fret y/n!" He dismissed her with the wave of his hand. "Bakugou gets them all the time! In fact, I remember he'd get them after sparring sessions back in our U.A days-."

"Okayyyyy, Never mind that! I know I have a boner. Just exactly how do I get rid of it?!"

"You mean, you don't know? Haven't you been taught this in Sex Ed class?" Kiri was actually curious as to why she doesn't know nor remember. He surly does. Learning about the human body by the infamous sultry teacher, Midnight, engraved so much information into his tiny-teenage brain.

"That was considered an extra curricular class. I took a CPR class instead."

"Right well, from what she taught us and from my own personal experience, you gotta rub one out."

Y/N's whole face contorted into a confused mess of disgust.

"Rub a what now?" She asked, although she had a feeling what the euphemism meant.

Kiri's face blotched red, the tint flushing to his chest as well. The man was evidently embarrassed about having this conversation with someone who wasn't Bakugou.

"I essentially mean you gotta masturbate. Ya know, in order to calm down your boner," he paused seeing how distraught y/n became. "It won't hurt I promise you! Don't worry, it feels really good! Like, eating ice cream good! Ah no that's not a good analogy!"

"This is so fucking horrifying..." Y/N poked at the thing, rightfully known as his dick, and kept starring as if it might miraculously subside to its original size.

Kiri coughed, grabbing her attention away from Bakugou's dick.

"He has lotion stashed in his drawer," he started, but malfunctioned seconds later. He revealed something private to someone that bakugou condemned as a 'weakling'. "That is if you need it for lubricant. It's kind of tough to jerk off dry..." his sentence fell off midway.

Y/N mumbled out an "Ok", and retrieved said lotion from the lower bunk of his drawers. She felt a pair of eyes on her. Kiri was still standing awkwardly by the doorway, unsure wether or not if that's his cue to leave.

"Um, thanks Kiri. You can leave now," she plopped back onto Bakugou's king sized bed.

This man sleeps alone. He doesn't need a ginormous bed all to himself.

"R-Right! Well, enjoy jerking off- ah no I meant - I didn't word that correctly! Ah geez, see ya later!" He sprinted out the door like his life depended on it.

Locking the door behind her, y/n forced herself into the attached bathroom, the lotion burning the palms of her hand each second. Once she settled down on the lid of the toilet, she shimmied out from his loose basketball shorts, letting them pool at her ankles.

If there's one thing she learned that morning, it was that being a man had its weird benefits. - "Slow down Bakugou! Let me at least catch up before you black out!" Kirishima was on his third shot while Bakugou just downed his sixth one for the night.

The blonde growled under his breath and tugged the red head by his collar to his mouth.

"Fucking idiot, don't call me that. It's y/n when we're out in public," he loosens his grip and snatches kiri's shot and tips his head back to drain it all down his throat, the burning sensation long gone.

"Ugh, my brain can't keep up with this whole switching body shit. It's been so hard back at the apartment." He internally cringes from the recollection of y/n popping her first boner this morning.

"What do you mean? Has that dumbass been giving you a hard time? If she has, I'll give her a piece of my mind."

"Not at all! She's been a saint while living with me. Which by the way, how come you can't just live at the penthouse while y/n stays at her place?

While Kirishima was talking, Bakugou ordered another round of shots. The bartender shoved a whole bottle of Fireball towards the man, saving him in the future to not ask anymore. The young server gave Bakugou a sly wink and returned back to serving other customers down the line. Cheeks flushed red, Bakugou thinks the man behind the bar was being too nice for his liking. He poured two more shots while keeping an eye on the average looking employee. If kirishima kept babbling, he might as well funnel the entire bottle in one sitting.

"I'm just following endeavors orders. We're not supposed to gain attention from those stupid reporters that camp outside our penthouse," he takes another swing of the warm liquid. "I'd rather fucking be quirkless than mistaken for having any rumored relations with her."

"Can I ask a genuine question? How come you hate y/n so much?"

"I don't hate her, I dislike her. There's a difference."

"I don't know man. Sometimes I mistaken your dislike with love."

"EXCUSE ME? IM NOT IN LOVE OF THAT BITCH?!"

"C'mon dude, I'm sensing a lot of denial from you. Also, shouldn't you be acting like her right now? She's very soft spoken if I'm not mistaken,"

"I'm not in denial idiot. I hate how soft she speaks. I hate how sickeningly kind she is even though nobody deserves it. I hate how she wastes her talented quirk and doesn't see the potential. She's a lost cause Kiri. She won't last for much longer in this field if she keeps this up."

"Wow, for someone who dislikes her as such, you surly sound like you care about heeeerrrrrr," kirshima drawled out in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up and finish your shot, shitty hair."

When the blonde was driving back to her apartment later that night, he slammed his fists against the steering wheel when an afterthought came to him.

His whole reasoning as to why he went out in the first place, and he can't seem to restrict himself from talking about the girl he's trapped in.

Even in this goddamn body I can't seem to steer clear from y/n talk! - Izuku had to do a double take when he entered the small coffee shop. Something about seeing the pensive blonde sitting patiently in a booth by the corner really made him feel like he was sucked into another dimension. Today y/n was wearing a white v-neck with a wool green cardigan and tight black jeans.

Kacchan owns cardigans? He thought, clearly amused.

Upon hearing the ding coming from the door, Y/N raised her head from her phone and waved Izuku over to her table. The poor man seemed like he was going combust right there. It's been awhile since he's spoken to his old classmate.

The green haired hero slid into the booth across from her and immediately started speaking Deku language.

"H-Hey Kacchan! Boy it's been awhile hasn't it? I was a little stunned seeing your message this morning asking to hangout. I'm sorry that I couldn't meet up sooner. I had an early patrol shift from 9 to 5. You might know how that feels, right?! Oh gosh I'm sounding like an adult. Can you believe we're adults-."

"Midor- I mean Deku, I called you up to ask about if you have any leads on the villain with the body switching quirk?" She cut him off.

"Oh yeah, that villain has been spotted a few times since the last attack. Of course most of my team hasn't been able to reprimand them. A few close calls though. But I heard two people from your sector got hit by the quirk! Are they doing okay?"

I hate lying to those big freaking green eyes.

"That's not true. They got hurt, but no one was attacked by their quirk. I just need to know if you have any information on the quirk in particular and what to do in order to reverse it."

Underneath the table, Izuku fumbled inside his pockets in search for his mini notebook. He still obtained the habit of jotting down everything, literally everything, in hopes the information will provide any source of aide. Izuku became all jittery and excited at the thought of sharing anything with Kacchan!

The small, crinkled notebook was slid across the table, hitting the tips of y/n's knuckles.

"Page 124, the first indent I wrote. It's mainly about my own conspiracy on what the villains quirk is. That was before their first debut of course. But now since we know it's a type of body switching quirk, I tried to pin point on what exactly lifts the quirks effect on the victim," Izuku explained casually while y/n skimmed through the notes and passages. "I did a little detective work on my own and contacted the people who were attacked by the villain. From what I gathered, let's just say- it's a bit taboo ."

This piqued her interest.

"What do you mean by, taboo?"

The man began to wave his hands around fervently in attempt to steer the blonde away from prying more. But y/n swatted Izuku's hand and continued reading the sloppy inscriptions.

Her eyes popped out from her sockets.

"I have to what?!" A few civilians stared in their direction, obviously gravitated to the familiar gruff voice.

"Calm down Kacchan! Why are you so angry for?"

Y/N rubbed her temple all the while wanting to slowly die than endure anymore of this.

"Nothing. Just- Ugh...Is it alright if I borrow this?"

"Y-Yeah! Kacchan can borrow anything from me as long as he returns it!" There was that gleam again in his eyes.

"Thanks Izuku, I owe you one!" She squeezed the greenettes freckled hand before leaving the booth and the shop all together.

Still in the cafe, Izuku sat frozen as if someone walked in with gun. Internally though, he was screaming. -

Y/N: Please call me. It's urgent

It was a Friday night when Bakugou received the cryptic message from her. He was in the middle of  watching his true crime show when the annoying ding from his phone went off. For once, he just wanted to relax his mind and go on auto pilot without stressing his already strained body. It's the whole principle of Friday's. To fuck off and ignore everyone. What's so fucking important for her to text him out of the blue then?

Another acute ding.

Bakugou peeked over his shoulder to see who disrupted him this time.

Y/N: Bakugou, we need to talk. This isn't something to ignore.

He rolled his eyes and retrained his focus on the tv screen.

Ding Ding Ding

"FOR FUCK SAKE!" He released an animalistic growl from the depths of his throat, scratching his voice box even more. His fingers typed away aggressively, not bothering to read her previous messages.

BK: Leave me the fuck alone. You're to only text me if it involves with the reverse of this stupid quirk 🖕🏼

Three dots appeared immediately after he sent that. Bakugou started losing his patience while waiting for her response. He hated wasting precious time, especially if there was a second party involved. Her message finally delivered. Bakugou's eyes grew larger in size as he read the text.

Y/N: that's why I'm texting you idiot 🙄 I met up with Midoriya today and he may have given me the solution to our problem.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he typed out his last text message to her.

BK: fine. come over then. we can talk about it when you get here.

This time he didn't wait for her to respond back and began cleaning her apartment. - Feeling nervous was an understatement. Y/N felt like she was driving herself to her own execution. Bakugou being the one to carry out the death sentence. She didn't doubt the blonde would be elated at the idea of her being put under a torture device.

Okay, maybe he wasn't too malice to actually do it, but he probably entertained the thought.

Thankfully Bakugou's penthouse wasn't far from her own apartment, saving her much needed gas in case he goes ballistic on her.

The door flew open when she arrived shortly after one knock, revealing a very sluggish looking Y/N shooting daggers at her. Well, at least her body wasn't dressed in bruises or burn marks. That's a win. Bakugou paired herself with a cute crop top and silky pajama shorts. He's got taste she'll give him that.

Her apartment remained exactly the same as she left it when they both were ordered to switch residency's.  Only a few traces of Bakugou were found. Mainly in the kitchen, where all his fancy cooking equipment and utensils were laid out. Unlike him, she ate out almost every night due to the red head being incompetent in the kitchen. He almost burnt down the complex last night. He relied upon his friend to do most of the cooking in their household.

The blonde briskly brushed passed her to sit on the couch, slinging his feet on the coffee table to make himself comfortable. Too comfortable, she noted.

"Well, spill it. What did the damn nerd tell you that could help us with this shit?" He inquired without preamble.

Like a hero, she was here on a mission. A mission that needs to be completed as soon as possible, even if the mission itself was ludicrous. She reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve the mini book, and flipped soundlessly to the page Izuku marked for her.

"On here it says that the quirk can last up to a week, maybe even more, depending on the victim(s). The effected will experience dry eyes, nausea, insomnia, painful migraines, and uncontrollable shaking due to being inside another persons body. They must let the quirk take its course then," she read out loud, ignoring Bakugou's groans of annoyance. "But, for rare cases, there have been reports of one's libido being greatly impacted. The victim will be in constant, insurmountable pain unless they relief themselves, then the two bodies will return back to normal."

To her surprise, Bakugou didn't show an ounce of indignation after hearing this piece of information. He seemed almost indifferent.

And there's no denying the truth. Both of their hormones have been off the rails. Ever since the incident in the shower, Bakugou has caught himself numerous times touching Y/N's boobs. Coping a sly feel as he cooked, cleaned, and even while he scrolled through his social media.  Sometimes her ass as well to see if it felt good in his hands. Y/N was no saint either. Sporting boners every hour for no particular reason. All the blood rushing to her lower region became unbearable when she didn't take care of it. Kirishima kept reassuring her that it's natural for a man to get them a lot. But how much was too much?

He threw his hands up in the air and scoffs. "That's it? I just gotta jack off and then we're free from this curse?"

This is the part she dreaded the most. An uncomfortable heat flash roused up her face, a deep shade of red inching across her cheeks and nose.

"No. That's not what it means. We basically have to...ya know...," she paused mid sentence, too bashful to finish, desperately wanting Bakugou to put two and two together.

She shrunk in her position as the blonde narrowed his eyes at her.

"We have to fuck each other?" He profoundly acclaimed.

"Don't put it like that! But yeah, technically, we have to...help relief each other in order to switch back."

"If you wanted to jump my bones so bad you could've just asked." He leans back against the couch, arm draped lazily over the shoulder of the furniture, along with a playful smirk tugging up on the corners of his mouth. Y/N's blood ran cold when she felt the tiniest twitch down below. Her borrowed reproductive organ is betraying her!

"Do you want to be in constant pain till this all wears off? Or do you want to get this over with and never talk to each other again?" Y/N shuffled more towards the abrasive man, a strong tidal wave of anger rising within her.

"It won't matter because you always wound up in my presence anyway. Like a fucking pest that won't leave me alone." Without realizing it, Bakugou got up from his spot on the couch and marched over to Y/N, who at the moment looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel.

Another thing he hated about switching bodies was the fact that everyone towered over him, despite him being on his tippy toes. The woman in front of him acclimated his height, giving her the upperhand if they were to battle it out right now. If anything he could kick her shins at best.

"Whatever...I'm leaving," was all she said before storming off to the front door, grabbing her things along with her as she grew farther from him.

Katsuki's legs were moving on their own. His hand reached out and grabbed Y/N's forearm, halting her movements altogether. She's clearly enraged, thrashing her body back and forth to loosen his grip on her. He eventually grew tired of her stubborness and secured his grip on both of her arms, trapping her between the door and his body, producing a loud 'thump!'. Although he was in her body, he still carried his strength. In a matter of seconds, both Y/N and Bakugou were chest to chest now, their centers tapping aganist each other.  She averted her gaze to the floor, as if their shoes were more interesting than this whole shitshow of a dilema. Bakugou squeezed her shoudlers, a little too much for her liking, to gain her attention again.

"I didn't say no, did I?" he asked hotly, his warm breath hitting her collarbones. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine, causing her breathing to hitch. Bakugou noticed her sudden stiffness and began rubbing gentle circles into the tender flesh of her skin. "Hoho, someone's excited aren't they?"

Confused, Y/N furrowed her brows and backed up further into the wooden door. But her question was soon to be answered as she followed Bakugou's hungry gaze to the prominent bludge taunting from her pants. Betrayed once again by her unstable horniness!

"Guess I'm not the only one," she accuses once spotting the definite wet stain around Bakugou's crotch. He smirked at that.

"Take care of it then," his voice oozed of seduction and want, rewarding him another twitch in your tight pants. The libido was taking full effect now, any animosity they had before was thrown out the window. Past arguments also long forgotten. Their main priority at the moment was to experience the sweet relief of coming undone.

Y/N darted her hand down to the spot Bakugou needed attention from, and cupped his crotch with her abnormally large hand. Bakugou lets out a shaky exhale as her fingers danced around the sensitive area. One of her fingers moved instinctively, feeling how drenched he was in his panties, and rubbed the underside to get a better feel of the sex.

"You're so wet Bakugou," Y/N mused softly. She leaned forward, searching into Bakugou's eyes for any signs of him wanting this to end. But the pool of his irises were blown out, no tint of your original color in them anymore. "Do you want more?"

He nodded quickly, his hair bobbing up and down. Y/N chuckled and removed her hand from its previous position to the hem of Bakugou's shorts, teasingly toying the waistband. She slipped smoothly into his shorts, tickling him in the process, and toyed with the corners of his panties before moving them aside so she could have access to the thing she's been craving to touch. Wetness lathered up her fingers with just one swipe, causing Bakugou to purse his lips and shut his eyes tightly.

"Is Bakugou embarrassed? Are you mad that I have the upper hand now? After all those years of verbally tormenting me, you can't handle my simple touch?" She whispered dangerously close into his ear. During this, she couldn't tell if he was pissed or turned on. Maybe a mixture of both, but she took pride in his strained expression.

"W-Watch your goddamn mouth. Or do I need to shut you up myself, eh?" By shutting her up, he meant mirroring her exact ministrations. The petite hand of Bakugou's latched onto the zipper of her jeans, and impressively dragged it down in one swipe without getting anything caught. He reached into the tight restraints of her boxer briefs and pulled out the hardened dick. He clicked his tongue. "Not to sound like a narcissist, but you gotta admit, my dick looks pretty."

"Just shut up and jerk me off you asshole. I'm starting to see stars," She wasn't lying to speed up the process. Her body felt like it was on fire, including her dick. If Bakugou keeps stalling for the sake of punishing her, then he's going to be seeing white for days on end.

Bakugou tentatively began pumping her, his grip not too tight nor loose on the flesh. Y/N sighed in relief as he swiped his thumb over the slit, covering his fingers in her precum. Seeing that he's giving into her needs, she returned the favor by inserting her index finger inside, not allowing him to adjust once she massaged the velvety walls.

Bakugou arched into Y/N's body, panting harshly against her chest. "H-Hah fuck, slow down. Shit!"

"Take it like a champ, Mr.Dynamight."

"F-Fuck you."

Oh no. Probably shouldn't have patronized him, because Bakugou sped up his languid motions to pure vigorous jerking of the hand. A wave of pleasure shot up through her body, jolting backwards due to the intense sensation. Of course he's a pro at this. What isn't he good at?

Bakugou rested his head onto the crevice of your shoulder since he could only reach so far, and ghosted his lips on the skin, carefully restricting himself to not engage in kissing the area. While doing so, he cupped the underside of your balls, rolling them around in his small hands. They looked so big when being manhandled in her grasp. Y/N stifled her moans as he kept messing with them, all the while stroking her simultaneously. She felt him smile. The cheeky fucker! Two could play it at this game.

Y/N used one of her thumbs that weren't preoccupied inside Bakugou to massage the only place she knew that could make him cum in seconds.  Two fingers inside, one thumb attentively on the clitorous. It was enough to make Bakugou bite down on her shoulder, trying to prevent any moans from escaping his mouth.

"Moan for me Bakugou. I know you want to," she tried to persuade him with more strokes to the clit, occasionally pinching it with her unoccupied fingers. She can feel he was close. So was she. But she needed to coerce him into helping her to finish too. They need to be a team. "Say something Bakugou. Don't you want to cum? If you don't speak your mind I'm going to stop." She couldn't believe the words that were spewing from her mouth. Y/N has never dirty talked before. Nor has she gotten this far with anyone without freezing up. Definitely the libido effect.

Bakugou detached his teeth from her shoulder and stared deeply into her eyes. Pleading.

"Go faster. Please." The want and neediness in his voice said it all.

He indeed felt vulnerable and exposed right then and there when confessing his desire, but he couldn't care less. Her fingers inside him were heavenly. A mantra of ,"yesyesyesyesyesyes", left his throat as her ministrations didn't falter.

"Fuck! Keep going. Just like that- shit - just like that... yesssss." His moans were beautiful. Not because they sounded like hers, but the way how he vocalizes his pleasure made sense in the world. Every whimper or moan puts her closer to the edge.

"Are you- are you about to?" He asked quietly, as though he was afraid you might stop at any rate.

"Yes! So close, just keep stroking," it was difficult to form sentences after that, the build up tension in your stomach tightening like a ticking time bomb, making your pleads indecipherable.

But Bakugou didn't want to hear that. He wanted to her to say those three words of encouragement.

Make. Me. Cum

And then, as if his thoughts were broadcasted live, she snaked her hands into the locks of his hair and pulled him close to where the tips of their noses touched briskly.

In a small voice she whimpers out, "Make me cum, Katsuki."

Listening to her instructions, his grip tightened around the base of her shaft and began teasing the slit, never once averting his glare from her own. Y/N's legs turned into jello. It became harder and harder to stand any longer. She needed to release. She quickened her pace and brutally scissored his pussy, the erotic sounds of their wetness reverberating in the tiny apartment.

"Cum then baby. Cum for me only."

Baby

Next thing she knew a strip of white shot out from below, dirtying the hands of Bakugou's. Her body began to spasm. Katsuki didn't loosen his grip, the stimulation becoming unbearable at this point.

The coil within him loosened, the evidence of his climax coating her fingers, allowing his orgasum to reach its full potential.

The pair blacked out for a split second, but recuperated once the light hit their corneas again.

"Shit." "Fuck." "..." "..."

Silence. Then the realization hit.

"I'm staring at you and not me! It worked! Hallelujah!" Y/N exclaimed, feeling herself to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

"Gross. You got cum all over my expensive shirt," he said, wiping away the white substance with his sleeve.

Both of them went into the kitchen to clean the after math. Bakugou would grunt occasionally in disgust, sponging away the grime. Y/N throughly washed her hands and towel dried them, thoughts stiffly empty and vexed. She broke the awkward tension.

"Well, I guess we should call Endeavor and inform him that we switched back."

He hummed in agreement.

"And we should probably exchange our things tomorrow or tonight, but preferably soon since we're going to be on duty again."

Another grunt.

"Don't worry about me mentioning this to anyone. We can just keep whatever happened minutes ago between us-

Bakugou cut her off entirely by smashing his lips against hers. Shell shocked by his action, Y/N kept her eyes wide open whilst Bakugou's were knitted shut. She laid her hands on his chest and shoved him away harshly, putting their distance at arms reach.

"Bakugou, what the hell? All of sudden you want to kiss me?" Y/N's face fell, contorting into a mixture of sadness and confusion. "You only kiss people you like. Not hate."

Bakugou moved towards Y/N slowly, a hint of a smile forming as he neared closer.

"And that's exactly why I did it, idiot," he proclaimed confidently, cupping the side of her face. The touch was so tender and gentle she forgot that it was Bakugou at first.

"You're toying with me, aren't you? The libido is probably still lingering. If you really liked me, then tell me the exact moment you did."

Without hesitation he said, "The first day of school. When you walked in."

Y/N slapped the hand from her face, her skin flushing red by his blunt confession.

"Stop lying. You were mean to me the first day of school. And every day after that. I don't think calling people a "weakling" or "stupid" constitutes as liking someone."

All he did was chuckle and continued scooting closer, eventually towering above her. She squirmed underneath him. She secretly missed having his height.

"You're absolutely stupid if you think I really meant any of that crap. I may have gone overboard on the whole berating thing, but that was just my way of pushing my feelings away, in hopes you'd improve better and not take shit from people like me."  

"Ya know, it's kind of hard to detect that when you were practically spitting on my face."

He leaned down and pecked a chaste kiss on the crown of her forehead.

"You can call me all the names you want later. Kick my ass if ya want, but for now let me make it up to you," he whispers before planting his mouth to hers again, only this time she didn't protest.

Heat swirled within her as she watched Katsuki's eyes flutter close, enriched in the moment to open them, and gripped the base of her neck to apply more pressure into the kiss. The man guided her as he moved his plushed lips ontop of hers, consuming the pretty noises she made. And my, were they absoultey rich coming from her.

I want to hear more, the selfish thought banged repeatedly inside his lust filled mind.

Y/N nervosuly closed her eyes shut when Katsuki's wet tongue prodded the entrance of her tight, lipped mouth. Letting him take full control, Katsuki managed to enter the strong muscle into her wet mouth and explored the canvernous place with such eagerness, such tenacity. Like he's been dying to do this for as long as his skillful mind can remember. Y/N found herself moaning as Katsuki grabbed her waist and forcefully collieded their bodies together, her soft breasts pressed up against his hard chest. Her perky tits put him in a trance, remincseing back to the day when first touched them, the guiltiness eating him up from the inside-out. Katsuki slithered one of his hands to the taunt boob and gave it a firm squeeze, causing Y/N to squeak out in embarrasement. They still feel fucking amazing in his hands.

"You're so fucking cute," he drew back from her, already out of breath. Everything was hitting him like a tsunami. He can finally admit to himself that he's been wanting this since they became co-workers. Hell, since the fucking beginning. Younger Katsuki would deem him as a horny loser who lost at his own game, but he wasn't a damn kid anymore.

"K-Katsuki...bedroom?" her hands found their way back into his crisp locks, futher egging him to comply. The small action made him moan.

"Fuck yes," Katsuki growled out and in a haste hooked his arms underneath the back of Y/N's thighs, hoisting her in the air to lead them into the bedroom they're both familair with.

Journeying to her bedroom became a difficult task. If only she'd stop giving his neck, the most sensitve spot out of his entire body, kitten kisses then he'd be plowing her back by now. He grew weaker by the second as the shy, acute kisses trandsitioned into full on sucking and biting. Not that he was complaining.

Katsuki threw her down onto the bed, unable to contain his smile when she hiccuped a chorus of giggles. God, even her giggles are fucking contagious. Strong arms scooped her up momentarily, bringing her to the center of the bed. Grazing her aching spot was Katsuki's growing buldge. Y/N circled her arms around his tiny waist squeezing him closely as Katsuki rolled his hips downwards to meet hers. She seized Katsuki's bicep, whimpering, and rythmically pushed her groin towards his, the tin material of her shorts scraping the surface of his jeans deliciously. His head dragged down to her collarbones, panting softly, wetting the skin from the condesation of his breath.

"I want you so fucking bad, please," he managed to choke out in between the continous grinding.

Gaining a newfound confidence, Y/N mimiced the way how Bakugou unzipped her when they were still in opposite bodies and peeled back his briefs till his inflamed member popped out, smacking his lower belly. He cursed under his breath noticing the immense amount of pre-cum leaking from the head. As much as she wanted to lick it all up, there were other things to tend to. She shimmied out from her skimpy shorts and crop top, not wasting any time for lingering touches. But Y/N caught a menacing glare in his eyes. His attention was focused on something else. Looking down, she saw that she was sporting a sheer laced bra with matching panties. She definitely doesn't remember having these in her personal closet.

"You bought me lingerie?" Y/N tried to sound unfazed at the thought of Katsuki willingly purchasing these pretty undergarments for her. That must mean he's seen her boobs!

"Yeah? So what if I did. Your sense of fashion is nonexistent. I pitied you that much to where I bought you shit with my own money."

His face was stern, scarily resembling the times he'd be bashing someone's head on the concrete during a bloody battle. But his eyes told a different story. She couldn't quite pin point the time or place when she witnessed the same gleaming spark in those vermilion orbs, but she felt safe and wanted all in one.

So she began teasing the straps of her bra, head still in disbelief that the blonde underneath her bought it, and let the material slip off her shoulder seductively. Bakugou's breathing quickened as he watched y/n toy with the next strap. He stopped her midway.

"No," his fingers were ironically cold.

"No?" She questioned him, awkwardly frozen still on his lap. His evident boner pushing up against her sex, making her wet even more.

Numbly, Bakugou pulled up both of the straps to her bra and chuckled lightly to himself.

"I wanna fuck you with this on. It's been on my mind since I bought it," he admitted out loud.

Y/N held back a moan, his words carrying so much weight to them all the while directing it straight to her drenched pussy.

Without saying a word, y/n left acute kisses on Bakugou's neck, trailing it down further and further till she reached the leaking head of his member. He became antsy as she wrapped her petite hand around the base, fingers tracing the topography of his veins. Y/N saw the desperate look on his face and took all of him in her mouth, holding in the breath of oxygen she took before doing so. Bakugou hissed, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip nearly ripping the skin apart. This feels way better and more appropriate. He prefers her wet mouth over her fingers any day of the week.

Y/N sucked in her cheeks, allowing herself to take more of his member. The tip of his head eventually hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke due to the sudden pressure.

"F-Fuck. Holy shit, keep going," Katsuki begged, tears swelling in his ducts already.

The saliva from her open mouth created a natural lubricant, making it easy for her to bob her head up and down. Bakugou's ears picked up the erotic wet squelching sounds coming from her as she kept up the brutal pace, the noise alone making him want to come undone. The sight of y/n slobbering on his dick is now engraved in his head. He let out a wanton moan when she played with his balls, recalling the memory of him performing the same ministration on himself with her beautiful hands.

He can feel the familiar sensation spreading down below, his throat constricting as the stimulation of her sucking and licking becoming too much. Before she could continue, Bakugou reached over and lifted her head by her hair.

"I can't hold it in any longer. I need to be inside you now," his voice was strained to point where it came out as a whisper.

Pushing her back gently, Bakugou latched his mouth onto hers as he spread her legs wide apart. Revealing a canal of her wetness dripping from her panties to the inner thighs. Bakugou licked his lips hungrily. Mentally slapping himself for not tasting her before she gave him head. He'll make sure to explore that endeavor later.

Lips still locked, Bakugou tugged the bottom half of her laced panties aside, strings of her glistening wetness shimmering, and positioned himself at her aching entrance. The tip of his cock teased her folds, coating it even more. He agonizingly went in slow circles, occasionally slapping her clit with it. Y/N's arms were above her head, clutching the linen sheets in anticipation. Katsuki smirked against her lips at her wrecked expression.

"Bakugou please...," y/n pleaded with her full chest. She wants to know how it feels to be wrapped around him. To be one with him. "Don't hold back. Just fuck me."

Bakugou's eyes grew darker after the demand, pure lust taking control over his body now. He sheathed into her quickly without taking his eyes off of her face. A quiet whimper left her throat when he fully bottomed out. He checked for any signs of y/n looking displeased or uncomfortable, but he got his answer when he felt her legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in as close as possible. Bakugou basks in at the sight of y/n sucking him completely, her legs fully bent back in an awkward position. He decides to pull his cock halfway out. y/n whimpers due to loss of friction but gets rewarded seconds later when Katsuki rams his cock inside again, pushing all his weight onto her.

"Oh, fuck, Katsuki!," she whines, instinctively clutching her walls around him.

"You're so tight for me huh baby? Can't help but to clamp around this dick," Katsuki sneered while pumping tentative thrusts into her.

His hands clasped both of her thighs now, pulling her towards him, urging her to move in a harmonious dance with him. Finding somewhat of a rhythm, y/n fucked Katsuki back by rolling her hips, a synapse of heat exchanging between them. Sweat starts dripping down from the crown of his forehead onto the peaks of her breasts. Lost in thought, he tipped his head forward and lapped up the remains of his salty musk, tongue expertly twirling around the taunt nipple. Y/N mewled, hands searching - reaching - for anything to ground herself, settling on interlocking her fingers with Katsuki's nitroglycerin drenched hands. She titled her head and took a whiff.

Caramel and soap

A popping sound went off in her ears. Katsuki released her swollen tit only to look up with hooded eyes, his infamous smirk on full display.

"Open your mouth," was all he said before raising one of his fingers that she was so embarrassingly fixated on moments ago. When she didn't obey Katsuki grabbed her by the jaw and shoved not one, not two, but three fingers in her mouth. Like with his cock, she couldn't handle the intensified pressure in the back of her throat, gagging instantaneously.

"Atta girl. Just take my fingers like a good bitch. Oh? You like it when I degrade you huh? Don't lie, you tightened instantly when I said that." Katsukis pace sped up rapidly, pumping into her cunt like a madman, fingers still lodge down her throat. Each thrust left her shuddering for more, his hips meeting hers to create a loud song, the noise drowning out her muffled screams.

It became hard to see now, a tunnel vision of just a crimson glow. Soon she feels herself becoming light. Katsuki grew impatient and flipped y/n on her stomach, a tiny oof rocked out from her, and inserted his member back into her stretched out cunt.

Y/N yelps as Katsuki's cock hits the sweet spot - fresh tears flooding down her flushed face, babbling nonsense into her pillow.

She caves, sobbing, "yes, yes, ohgod. you feel so good. you're so fucking good -ah katsuki!"

Looming over her trembling body, the blonde slows his harsh thrusts to a savagely slow grind. He lowly chuckles watching her writhe and wiggle her body in desperation.

"You think you can just come that easy? Beg for me to let you come!"

Smack!

A harsh sting rattled her lower back, causing her to bite down harshly on her lip to avoid showing any pain.

"Such an asshole..." y/n huffed out, oblivious to the way how Katsuki was preparing for her next punishment.

Smack! Smack!

"Not good. Ask nicely for me to fuck this pretty pussy into the mattress."

More whimpers into the tear stained pillow.

"P-Please Katsuki..." she begins, frustration growing exponentially with every word. "Fuck me. I need your cock. I always needed your cock Katsuki. Make me scream out your name when I come!"

She didn't even have time to process what she said before Katsuki enclosed his hand around her throat, forcefully dragging her writhing body to his chest, cranking her head in a 90 degree angle. Cock still warming up her insides.

"That's my girl," he said before kissing her lips again, devouring the sweet noises she made.

Her neighbors were in for a long night. - Both of their bodies the next morning faced more damage than any crusade of a patrol. Bruises painted the outskirts of y/n's body, trailing from her thighs to the divots of her breasts. Katsuki paid no mind to it, seeing how he can make a bloody lip a trailblazer look.

Even though no one wanted speak much about the issue at hand - last night was a pivotal moment for their relationship.

Because y/n wouldn't be making a fresh batch of coffee for the Katsuki Bakugou in her kitchen right now.

Because Bakugou wouldn't be lounging by her washing machine, waiting for the timer to go off so he can put her bed sheets in the dryer.

They found themselves sitting comfortably in silence - the soft whipping of car horns outside her cracked window - Katsuki blowing on his coffee before taking a sip. It all seemed unreal to her. In any other circumstance they'd be at each other's necks by now, screaming nuisances in the air. She considers this whole ordeal a ruse. But it isn't. Thank god it isn't. Because Katsuki never looked calmer or relaxed in his entire life till now. And she wasn't going to bat an eye away from this ground breaking phenomenon.

Intently watching him drink from across the table, she ponders if Katsuki liked her from the get go, and maybe just disguised his feelings with disgust towards her later on. The question will go unanswered, possibly until he confides and tells the story himself, but for now she was content not knowing the what if.

"How did you know I like black coffee?" Katsuki asks, quirking up an eyebrow at her.

Y/N takes a long drag from her mug, indulging in the sweet taste of the caramel creamer.

She smiles and says, "I don't know. Just took a wild guess."

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[dabis-azure-songbird]

Hello Halo Hello! I hope your new years were boisterous and wonderful! I do have a request for yah if you don't mind granting it. Okay I had this in my head for like years rent free! Could I request a Bakugou x Male turned Female s/o who is goofy and geeky to the max! Like they're a silly pervert and all! XD. So the scenario is that, Bakugou's boyfriend gets turned into a girl for quite a while and bakubaby has to live with his pent up situation. . . He wants to fuck damn it! but he actually wants to be the one putting his dick in this time. (Since in my mind Bakugou is a bottom who wants to try being a top for once) but he's nervous about what his boyfriend... Girlfriend??? Will say.

I just want some silly boner moments from Bakugou getting turned on by his boyfriends female body, and s/o is just oblivious to it.

Either way Bakugou gets the courage to talk to his s/o. And s/o just says "oooohhh you silly goose~ of course I don't mind it! After all I'm gonna stay like this for a while!"

[ I hope this was okay, I dunno, I just have a mighty need for a fic like this. If you could also add some praise and a belly buldge, since they be my kinks, I would appreciate it...

GOD I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY! now I just feel nervous 😅]

Hello my dear! I am so so sorry this took me forever to write. Hopefully it was worth the wait and everything you desired and more! I hope you enjoy. I tried to follow your instructions. Of course this was okay! Everything is ok in my book as long as it's consensual. :) Minors please do not interact and if you click "keep reading" you're taking full responsibility for the blinding afterwards. xD

Request for @quirkyhero a.k.a @kitteylove

Pairing: Bakugou x Male turned Female Reader!

KAPOOF! Y/N coughed as the plume of smoke billowed around them and their boyfriend, Bakugou, yelled out to them.

But, Y/N stared at his hand oddly on…wait? Her chest? What? Those did not look like the normal pecs he usually had. Bakugou rushed to them, in a slight panic that he would not arrive in time.

"Y/N, are you alr-" Bakugou's voice tapered off as he took in the new appearance of his S/O.

"I think so…" Y/N said, carefully palming the soft mounds of flesh of his chest.

"But you have…"

"Boobs!"

"W-wait! Does that mean…THAT too?"

Y/N's eyes widened as they gingerly pulled the waistband of their pants out and took a peek down.

"…Yup!"

"So any idea when they'll…go back to normal?" "I'm sorry; I honestly don't have an answer for that one. We don't know what the cure or reversing factor is." Recovery Girl replied.

This was driving Katsuki nuts! Not only was his curiosity killing him, but his body was even more curious too! What would you feel like? He'd have to take the initiative and actually top you this time, right?

The thoughts sent his brain in overload.

The first time you were taking a shower and it was completely natural to Bakugou to bring in a towel or extra change of clothes if you'd forgotten them, no problem. No thoughts. He could control himself most of the time.

But this was the first time you were like….THIS! His carmine eyes trailed carefully over your form behind the curtain. And when you caught his gaze, he thought his ears were about to pop off. "See something you like, stud? It's kind of fun having this body." Katsuki nearly choked on his saliva.

"WHAT!?"

Cue a boisterous giggle from you and a silky leg cautiously teasing its way from behind the curtain.

"Oh Katsuki! Don't you wanna shower with me?~ You usually love to hop in and help me wash."

A low, soft growl from Bakugou as he shifted uncomfortably in a pair of his grey sweatpants was heard.

"I…You…HUFF!"

He turned on his heels rapidly and stomped out of the room.

If only you knew how much you had been really teasing him. You were so oblivious and it was making Bakugou even more moody than his usual.

Even just the slightest brush against him was enough to get him riled up at times. Which frustrated the hell out of him, quite frankly.

You were standing in the kitchen after just dropping your backpack down.

"So what do you think we should have for dinner tonight, Bakuhoe?" "I AM NOT a 'Bakuhoe'! …I don't know."

His dark eyes were staring at your back before they trailed down carefully to the yoga pants you'd been wearing lately when just lounging at home. He went to step behind you and rest his head on your shoulder to look, when you happened to press back a bit to crane your head to look and brushed against him just right. OH, so right.

A slight gasp of surprise escaped his lungs and he found himself stepping back and carefully cupping the slight bulge you'd surprised him with.

"You've been acting weird lately…What's up with you, Bakuhoe?" A low, feral growl rumbled from Katsuki's throat as he finally felt the courage bubble up, along with more of his frustration. "Dammit! You've been flustering me the entire week you've been like this! The slightest brushes against me, the way you look…! We haven't…haven't…"

You stared at him, blinking slowly.

"This is new, isn't it? Oh, you silly goose! I don't mind! We can still do that! Who knows how long I'll be like this, after all?"

"R-Really? You'll try?"

"Of course, you temperamental dork. Cmere." You giggled. Bakugou stepped closer to pull you into his arms and blushed softly as he stared at you, but you started giggling. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" "I don't know. I can't help it. Girly feelings, I guess."

"Shhh, 'girly'." Bakugou teased before his lips softly and slowly collided with yours.

This really was new to him. From making you part your lips to his advances, to parting your thighs and cautiously caressing them. "…I wonder if it'll hurt."

"I was thinking the same. I'll be careful."

You shuddered softly as the heat of Bakugou's breath ghosted over the new delicateness at the apex of your thighs. Bakugou's mouth soon covered it, suckling and softly laving against the gentle bud. A soft groan of his filled the air.

"You're so sweet, my rose."

Heat swiftly made its way into your cheeks.

"Bakugo…I'm getting nervous." "Shut up, sweetheart. I'm going to take good care of you."

Bakugo swallowed roughly as he finally released the throbbing heat from his sweatpants and carefully coated himself in the slick and his saliva. The sensation felt so different and weird…in a special and new way, that wasn't unwelcome. Your breath softly shallowed as he slowly breached your entrance.

At most there was slight discomfort and a tiny bit of pain at most, but Bakugo was sure to keep your attention with soft and passionate kisses and sensual slides of his hands up and down your sides. "That's my good darling. Are you ok? You're doing so well. Tell me if you need anything."

You nodded and your breath shuddered as he pressed himself fully into the hilt, causing a bit of a bulge in your abdomen. You gasped as you gently placed your hand over it and whimpered softly. Bakugo's carmine eyes followed yours softly and he licked his lips hungrily. "Fuck, that's sexy my darling. Look at you swallowing my cock. So full your little body can barely take it now."

As he began to move, your eyes slowly rolled back and you moaned lowly as the bulge disappeared only to be replaced as he thrusted himself back into the confines of your body. You lost yourself to the new sensations as well as Bakugo. His arms shook softly as he held you tight to him and continued his passionate assault on your senses. You could hear your blood in your ears as your impending orgasm began to hit and the whimper that left your lips caught Bakugo's attention in his haze.

"Oh? Are you going to cum? Are you going to reward me, baby? Cum for me. I want to see you fall apart."

His hand softly slipped between the two of you to rub at your gentle bud in circles with his thrusts. You began to lose it and when your body tightened and spasmed around his length, he almost lost it too. Bakugo's forehead came to rest against yours as he rode your orgasm out before he found his own blindingly and growled lowly against you.

"Fuck. Boy or girl, you will always be absolutely perfect for me. I love you." He kissed your forehead softly as he gently withdrew and held you close in your afterglow.

"I love you too, my silly goose…but we might have to do that again…in another position maybe?"

A giggle from you and Bakugo chuckled and nodded.

"Anything for someone as amazing as you."