#i feel like this chapter is just. bkg bkg bkg and reader is like !!!

[a11eya]

TITLE: do you still think about me?

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut

STATUS: Ongoing; 2 of ?

NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist

Okay, so you’re a liar. 

You’re still—really attracted to Bakugou. You don’t think you ever stopped being attracted to him. 

You’d told Rie a half truth; yes, at first, what’d drawn you to him was his face. 

Even in your generation’s set of heroes—the likes of which include the so-beautiful-he’s-almost-unreal legacy hero, Pro Hero Shouto, and All Might’s successor, sweet, freckled, boy-next-door Pro Hero Deku—Bakugou stands out. Something about him makes you want to look at him. 

When you were teenagers, he had the rough, unfinished kind of good looks he’d at best disregarded and at worst willfully skewed, often marring them with bared teeth, deep scowls, and constant yelling. 

As an adult, he’s devastating. 

Those good looks matured into a deeply attractive masculinity, a captivating mix of confidence and competence, his personality’s extremes tempered. His shoulders broadened; he’d shot up in height. The scars he’d collected during the war gave him a dangerous, alluring edge. 

(Or so the web magazines and tabloids say. When you look at his scars, you remember that time of fear and uncertainty; you remember the relief you felt when it was over, the catch in your chest when you saw Sero’s, Mina’s, Kaminari’s faces. Bakugou’s face. Battered, hurt, but okay.) 

You didn’t tell Rie that what you find even more attractive about Bakugou is what you’ve learned of him, from how the people who care about him talk about him. From what you’ve seen of him when you do cross paths. 

A year or two ago, Deku nearly collapsed from overwork consulting on a difficult, international case while maintaining his regular workload. The only reason you know as much as you do about it (not much) is because their class is still so close, even after all these years, and it’d come up briefly during a get-together.

“Midoriya only listens to Bakugou,” Sero’d said over drinks one night, shaking his head. “That guy’s hard headed. But he’ll be okay. Bakugou’s got it.” 

Bakugou knocked some sense into Deku, apparently, and had supported him to the end of that case. 

You hear that another of their classmates, Jirou, has a pretty popular band. You were shocked to see a video circulating a couple months ago featuring Bakugou on the drums. He’d worn all black, a shirt with the sleeves cut off, and someone on Chirper had zoomed in on his face and confirmed he’d been wearing eyeliner. 

Mina’d told you that Jirou’s drummer had broken his wrist right before a performance. Bakugou had subbed in. You didn’t save the eyeliner picture, but sometimes you think about how his eyes looked in it and shiver. 

The last time you saw Bakugou was at that dinner with Rie, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina. Kirishima’d gotten a little drunk, celebrating a completed case. As you all went your separate ways that night, you couldn’t help but notice the gruff way Bakugou’d lent Kirishima a shoulder, nagging him, but still supporting his weight as he hailed a cab and helped his friend home.

You like that he’s dependable. You like that he cares so much about his friends, despite appearing to the rest of the world as unapproachable and irritable, a bomb waiting to go off. 

You’ve learned all these things about him secondhand; you know—you know that there’s a huge difference between that and knowing him yourself, directly. If you could have a do-over with him, you’d have played it cool, in high school. Maybe then you could’ve at least been friends, instead of friends of friends. 

You don’t think that’s in the cards for you. And that’s okay. You’ve made your peace with it. 

Yawning, you cover your mouth, then rub at your eyes, trying to wake up. It’s early enough that you’re really regretting trying to stick to your routine by going for a run, even while on vacation. 

You’re already dressed, out here and ready, you tell yourself. Just go. You think of how good the massage you’ve got scheduled later today will feel after some exercise. 

The hills surrounding the ryokan are green with the beginnings of spring, and here outside the city, closer to the mountains, the heat and the humidity have yet to reach their seasonal peaks. The air’s clear, and you inhale deeply. 

You’d have to thank the staff member who’d suggested this forest trail to you. It’s conveniently close to the ryokan while still being far enough apart that you have yet to bump into any early bird tourists. And the scenery’s a perfect companion on your run. 

With this thought to motivate you, you set to stretching. 

You’re bent down, reaching to touch your toes, when the barest sound of footsteps comes from behind you. 

You jump, swinging around. 

Bakugou stands there in shorts and a form-fitting shirt, hands stuffed into his pockets. Your eyes snag on his shoulders, his biceps. 

He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You’re jumpy as fuck,” he tells you, and you make a face. 

“Wear a bell,” you retort. Your heart’s still beating a little fast. 

He snorts, then begins his own stretches. 

You watch him for a few moments before your brain turns on. 

“You’re not… going running with me, are you?” you ask. Wait. Maybe he’s just going running at the same time as you. Not necessarily with you.

“Why, can’t keep up?” Bakugou asks, a hint of a smirk on his face. He maintains eye contact for a beat longer, long enough for your stupid brain to remember how attractive he is, for your heart to pick up the pace without your permission. With how much work your heart’s put in within just five minutes, maybe you don’t even need to work out this morning. 

He straightens up, and without another word, he takes off. 

You stand there for a moment, stupefied. Then, scowling, you run after him.

“You’ve got stamina,” Bakugou says, leaning against the table. 

“...Thanks,” you say, the word coming out as more of a question than a statement, and he grunts but doesn’t say anything more. Shifting your weight, you sip your water, wondering how you got here. 

You’d caught up with Bakugou pretty fast—you suspect he wasn’t going full speed. For a while, you’d stressed. Were you going too slow? Too fast? Did he really expect you to keep up with him, when fitness is a big part of his job as a pro hero, while you’re a normal office worker? 

But minutes and distance passed, and thoughts faded into the background. Your exertion overrode your worries. You let yourself fall into the feeling of your feet striking dirt, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of air. 

All the while, Bakugou kept pace with you. When you’d decided you were done after a couple loops of the trail, he’d accompanied you back to the ryokan, lingering with you here at the lobby’s refreshments area. 

You’re really not sure what’s happening. It’s hard to believe that your leisurely run was up to his usual standards. You wonder if he’s bored, craving company, since he’d come out here alone and you’re conveniently around to sate that boredom. 

“So do you usually run outdoors, or do you use your agency’s gym?” you ask, wrapping your hands around your water cup. 

“Gym,” Bakugou says. His face grows pinched, annoyed. “Too many randos try to talk to me if I go running outdoors.”

“Oh, right. Pro Hero Dynamight.” You frown. “That sucks. But your agency’s gym’s pretty nice, I hear. Hanta’s said he wishes ours was as good.”

“It’s decent,” he says. His eyes move to your hands, fidgeting with your cup. Self-conscious, you stop. 

Abruptly, he says, “Heard you got promoted recently. Congrats.”

“Oh!” Tilting your head slightly, you say, “Thanks, Bakugou. Though honestly, it feels like I just get more work dumped on me with the added responsibility of having to fix people’s problems when work drama happens. The pay bump’s nice, though.”

“You’ve always been good at your shit,” Bakugou says. “Don’t downplay it.” 

You blink. Ridiculously, you feel your face begin to warm up. 

“Thanks,” you say again, a little softer. You smile up at him. 

He looks at you, and—it feels like he’s so close. Was he always standing this close? 

Your phone chimes from within your pocket. You fish it out, eyes dropping to your phone screen as you avoid Bakugou’s eyes, feeling shy and off balance. Which is dumb, because it was just a compliment, jeez. Get it together. He’s just being nice. 

It’s Rie, wondering where you are and asking you to get back to your room. Checking the time, you wince. You’d been out later than you intended. 

“Hey, I gotta run,” you tell Bakugou. Glancing around, you look for somewhere to get rid of your cup. 

“I got it,” Bakugou says, taking it from you. Your hands brush against each other, and you’re so annoyed at yourself for being so aware of him that juvenile gestures like this get your heart rate up. 

“Thanks,” you say. “And thanks for the company! It was fun. Maybe I’ll see you around, but if I don’t, enjoy the rest of your vacation!” 

You don’t wait for a reply, hurrying out of the lobby towards your room. 

Rie’s packing when you use your key to let yourself into the room. 

For a moment, you stare at her as she moves what few things she’d unpacked back into her luggage. You just want to be sure that she’s packing her things rather than unpacking them, as you’d finished doing just yesterday. 

“Hello? What’re you doing?” you say. “Our reservation’s for the entire weekend, so why are you packing?”

Rie groans loudly. “Don’t remind me. I’m so mad. Stop standing there and come sit so I can explain.” 

Bewildered, you toe off your shoes and sit on one of the lounge chairs, unwilling to sit on either of your beds in workout clothes. 

Rie perches on the table in front of you and looks at you. “So don’t be mad. But I have to go because I got an emergency call from a client who has an event this evening. She’s paying me triple, and she’s going to reimburse me for my reservation here.” 

Your jaw drops. “Triple? Must be a rich client.”

Rie laughs. “Very. Her wallet won’t even notice. And now I can use her reimbursement to book a future reservation with Hanta.”

“I mean, that’s great for you, but… Should I come back with you? So you’re not traveling back alone?” 

Rie looks at you like you’ve said something ridiculous. “What? No. Stay here. Enjoy the rest of the weekend. It’s like… doubly free for you now, so there’s no way you can waste it.” 

You frown. She’s right; it would be a waste to go. But it’s a little… lonely, thinking about the plans you’d made together and knowing you’d be doing them by yourself, now. 

Ever perceptive, Rie reaches over and jostles your leg. “Hey. I really am sorry for leaving you for work. If you want, I can tell her I’m not available. I know we came all the way out here together, and you did it as a favor. She’s a regular client. She won’t drop me if I cancel on her once.”

You’re already shaking your head. “No way. The deal’s too good. If you do something dumb like that, I’ll kill you.”

Snorting, Rie leans back. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you say firmly. You smile. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

You see Rie off as she climbs into a shuttle provided by the ryokan. It’ll take her to the train station, and she should arrive back in the city by mid-afternoon. 

You text Sero in case he doesn’t know Rie’s headed back. Maybe he could pick her up at the station. You’ve yet to receive a reply from him, but you know he’s probably busy with patrol right now. 

After showering the sweat of your workout off, you sprawl across your bed and stare at the ceiling. 

Originally, your plans had been to check out the town’s morning market, shop around a bit, then have lunch. After that, a visit to a temple nearby was on the agenda. The day would end with your scheduled massage and a dip in the onsen. 

Now, the thought of such an activities-filled day tires you. 

You close your eyes. Maybe you can just. Skip everything except for the massage today. 

Your phone pings. Eyes still closed, you pat around next to you for it and then check the message you’d received. 

Rie: If I find out you just stayed in the room for the next two days… 🔪🔪🔪

If you didn’t already know her quirk, you would’ve thought she’s telepathic. 

Sighing, you force yourself up and off the bed and get dressed. 

The market’s busy, with tourists and locals alike mingling through the crowded main street. Shops line either side of the street, some selling local handicrafts and souvenirs, others selling food and desserts. 

The overlapping sounds create a pleasant background hum, and you happily peer into stores, hunting for things to bring back. 

You find a bath and skincare set for Rie, who constantly complains about her dry skin but never does anything about it. A coin purse for Mina, who always carries her coins loose in her pockets, clinking around. Some local confections for Kaminari and Sato. Hanta gets a bag full of local fruits; he’s always been a little bit of a health nut.

Just as you’re about to enter a bakery, windows lined with delicious looking breads and desserts, you spot a familiar blond head of hair just outside.

“Bakugou?” you call out, and he turns.

Like you, he’s changed from workout clothes to casual clothes. Jeans, a shirt. He’s holding a coffee with the bakery’s branding. 

“Is that any good?” you ask, pointing at his drink. 

He shrugs. “S’okay.”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle a smile. “I’m starting to think that just okay to you is what regular people think is great.” 

He gives you a look, and you grin. 

Stepping back, you wave a little. “I’m gonna go inside and check things out. It was nice seeing you.”

Instead of continuing on his way, Bakugou follows you inside. Surprised that he’s stuck around, you glance back at him. 

“What’re you gonna get?” he asks you. 

In this little bakery, you can’t help but notice how tall he is. Especially with him right behind you, waiting for you to answer. 

“I haven’t had breakfast yet, so… This bread looks pretty good.” You point at it. It’s savory looking, with cheese and some type of meat on it. “And I saw someone come out with this strawberry cream croissant! It’s the real reason I’m in here.” 

You don’t hear what he says in response, as you’re next in line and quickly order. When you go to pay, you find yourself nudged aside as Bakugou takes care of it before you can protest. 

“Bakugou, what?” 

“Didn’t anybody teach you to just say thank you?” Bakugou says, herding you to the side with a hand on your back so that the person behind you can order. His touch is so warm; you wonder if it’s because of his quirk, if it works that way. 

“Thank you,” you say automatically, then frown. “You really didn’t have to.” 

“Go get your bread,” he just says. 

You do, feeling off-kilter again. It’s what you’ve been feeling every single time you’ve seen Bakugou this weekend. You’ve gone from seeing him maybe two or three times a year since you graduated to two or three times a month this last year. And now, within the span of twenty-four hours, you’ve seen him three times. 

And it hasn’t been purposeful, at least on your end. So has it been purposeful… on Bakugou’s end?

“What’re you thinking,” Bakugou says as the two of you rejoin the crowds of people walking the main street. You don’t have a particular destination in mind, and if Bakugou does, he doesn’t say anything. 

You consider being straightforward and asking him what the deal is. He’s never shown any interest in interacting with you before. 

But—no, it’s a little too embarrassing. It could really just be coincidence. The ryokan is big, but not that big. It’d be easy to bump into the same person there. And there’re a bunch of touristy things to do in the area, but only to an extent. He could just be interested in doing the same things you’re interested in checking out. 

Asking him if he’s been bumping into you on purpose… no way. 

“There’s a famous dango place nearby,” you end up saying, then take a quick bite of the strawberry croissant. You nearly moan. It’s so good. The strawberries are fresh, and the croissant is flaky and light. The cream isn’t too sweet. It’s perfect. 

Swallowing hastily, you continue, “They have seasonal flavors, but their mitarashi is really good too, I hear.” 

“Fucking messy,” Bakugou says. You make a questioning sound, turning your head to look at him. He looks at you for a long moment, then snorts. He grabs your arm to halt you, tugs you out of the way of people walking. 

Taking a napkin from his pocket, he tilts your chin up and wipes your mouth. You can only stand there, eyes wide.

“You had a lotta something there,” he says. His eyes tell you he’s laughing at you. Looking around, he finds a trash can to toss the napkin and his empty coffee cup. 

“Have you been hit by a quirk?” you demand once he’s back by your side. 

“What?” he asks. His brow furrows. He scowls. 

“Nevermind,” you say quickly. “Anyway, I’m going to grab some dango.”

With narrowed eyes, you point at him. “And you can only come if you promise not to pay for anything, okay?” 

He lifts a brow at you, and you take that as a yes. The two of you resume walking. 

“Where’s Rie?” Bakugou asks suddenly, and you tilt your head at him. 

“I’m surprised you know her name, with how much you call her Soy Sauce Face’s girlfriend,” you say, smiling. It fades a little as you continue, “She had to leave because of work. So I’m vacationing solo for the rest of the weekend.”

Bakugou’s expression is unreadable. You’re not sure what to make of it. 

“It’s cool. Since I’m on my own, I get to decide where I’m going,” you say. “Instead of checking out the temple, I want to do a hike at the national park nearby. Supposedly, the views are amazing.”

“Y’gonna do that today?” Bakugou asks. 

You shake your head. “No, I figure I’ll take it easy today. Enjoy the onsen. I’ll do the hike tomorrow.” 

Bakugou’s silent for a moment, and then, “You shouldn’t hike an unfamiliar trail alone. If you want someone to do that shit with, take me.” 

You blink, startled. “Oh, I… I don’t want to impose. Don’t you have stuff you want to do here, too? I don’t wanna ruin your plans.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Not really.” 

Stranger and stranger. Who comes to a vacation destination without anything to do in mind? 

If you were smart, you’d tell him thanks but no thanks. That you could handle it by yourself. 

Because spending all this time with Bakugou is making you delusional. You’re starting to read into his little touches, the things he’s saying, when he’s just being nice to his friend’s friend. His friend’s friend who got ditched on vacation. 

But you like him too much to say no. 

“Okay,” you tell him. “If you’re really cool with it, I wouldn’t mind the company. We should exchange numbers to make planning where to meet and at what time easier.” 

Bakugou grunts, pulling out his phone. He takes a moment to tap at his phone, then offers it to you. You do the same. 

As you resume walking, your hand brushes against his. The part of you that’s foolish, romantic, pretends that this moment is something more.

Notes: Hello again, darlings! Thank you so much for all the love you gave part one of this fic. 🥺 You guys are the best fr. 💖

As you can tell from this part's ending... I, like reader, am a liar lmao. A week ago, I thought this fic would end in just two parts, but I kept writing, and writing, and I realized I need at least another chapter, maybe two, to fully flesh out what I have planned. I hope you can forgive me. 🙏

Some notes for this chapter... Rie's a celebrity makeup and hair artist! The morning market is based off of shopping you can do in Arashiyama. I have had strawberry cream croissants from a Japanese-French bakery where I live, and they are delicious. Dango are little balls of rice flour that're on skewers. A popular flavor is mitarashi, or a sweet soy sauce flavor.

Anyway, I'll see you next weekend with another update! Hugs and kisses! ✨💞

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[goldessia]

RUINED REPUTATION — k. bkg x assistant reader

sum. katsuki bakugo is the #1 professional hero. because of this, he built an agency, and wound up hiring an assistant to help him with publicity and to do majority of his paperwork for him... something he didn’t expect was for that assistant to be so damn attractive.

warnings. injury, intoxication, makeouts, smut!mdni (in future chapters!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (wip)

a/n. haii! thanks for tuning in for the second chapter :) hope you like this so far! not proofread — let me know if there’s any mistakes!

tag list: @lovra974 , @gold24fish, @bkgirl, @bigsimpo343 , @missyaess

“i.. i didn’t know where else to go.”

…

here he was, dynamight himself, standing in-front of my front door with blood pooling his shirt.

i sputter. what do i even say in this situation? my boss was at my front door, looking intoxicated and like he was near to death.

“sir?” i say in nearly a whisper, “what.. what are you doing here?”

he groaned, and i couldn’t tell if it was from pain or not. “stop.. stop calling me that.” he huffs, clutching the doorframe harder, the wood sizzling.

“sorry—“ i catch myself, “um, dynamight.”

“don’t call me that shit either.” he stares me in the eye as he says, “just.. just call me katsuki. ‘don’t care.”

i meekly nod. we’re on a first name basis now?

not wanting my doorframe to burn off, i take his hand off my doorframe and sling his arm around my shoulders. when he leans his weight onto me, i nearly collapse but manage to keep myself composed.

to think we were just talking about him merely a few hours ago, and now he’s here, as if we summoned him like some sort of demon.

.. well, demon isn’t too far off.

i shut the door behind me, katsuki’s feet stumbling as i try to lead him towards the bathroom where i kept my medical aid.

i guess my year trying to be a nurse is paying off before i switched majors, as i still have the supplies and knowledge i gained from it.

“what the hell happened?” i ask, voice low as to not wake my un-suspecting roommate.

“ts’ guy at a bar, nggh!” he hisses as we drop a step, his hand unintentionally pushing farther into his wound. i mutter an apology.

he’s breathing heavily, like he’s gasping for air. i can feel his biceps clench with every walk we take, his sharp exhale at every step he as to walk on his left-injured side.

clearing my throat, i prompt, “guy at a bar?”

“had a.. a fuckin mouth onim’.” he says heavily, “put that pussy in his place.”

if dynamight is this bad.. i wonder how the guy he was fighting was looking like right now.

“as your assistant.. fuck you for causing another scene.” i say, kicking open the bathroom door, “as your temporary.. friend, good for you.”

i cringe at the word friend. friend seems weird — off.

“good for me, my ass.” he hisses as i place him against the counter, pushing his torso to tell him to sit.

he does.

the reality of the situations continues to dawn on me; my boss is in my house, in my proximity that i live in everyday. i shower in this very bathroom. it felt.. weird.

i clear my throat, trying to ignore the butterflies of anxiousness in my stomach.

“katsuki,” i test, the name unfamiliar on my tongue, “take off your shirt.” from my peripheral vision, i can see him smirk. i send a look his way, face flushing in embarrassment.

“not like.. like that.” i stutter, “‘just take off your damn shirt.”

he stares at me, blinks, then tuts his tongue and says—“yes, ma’am.”—weak, shaken hands gripping the end of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one clean move.

it both irritates me and confuses me how simply he had done it.

he drops it in the floor, too weak to care where he put it—conveniently on my brand new white bathmat.

i try to ignore how it irritates me.

“i’ll buy you.. a new one.” he breathes, falling back against the marble wall, touching a hand to the wound on his stomach and hissing a breath through his teeth.

i rummage through the drawer of supplies, purposefully avoiding looking his way out of respect — and for my own sanity.

luckily, sutures was the unit we last worked on before i switched majors, meaning the information was still fairly fresh in my mind.

taking a step closer to the hero, i smell a waft of alcohol seep off of his skin. whiskey, no doubt.

i clear my throat. “i didn’t peg you for a whiskey guy.” i say, hoping to clear some of the overwhelming awkwardness.

he grimaces when i touch an alcohol pad around the wound, cleaning the dried blood surrounding the cut.

“i’m any typa’ guy on the right occasion.” he gives a toothy grin as he says this, abs flexing from my touch.

i blink. finally meeting his eyes, i realize just how close our bodies were, my hands on his torso, standing between his legs as he sits on the counter.

i knew he was supposed to be fit considering his work involved constantly pushing his body to the brink, but man.

he was toned, abs chiseled, biceps molded and flexing with every touch to his wound. his body resembled that of a god, and even if his body was bruised and broken it still looked perfect.

his eyes are piercing, ruby-bright red paired with a shiny, toothy grin placed between his lips.

“whatcha starin’ at, hm?” he slurs. i can feel the breathe from his lips.

my eyes flick away. i murmur a, “..nothing”, clearing my throat and picking up the needle to suture the wound. "so.. what happened for you to get this wound?"

"you're really beautiful, y'know that?" katsuki breathes, eyes scanning over my face.

"what?" i flush, momentarily freezing.

he chuckles, the scent of alcohol seeping over my face as he breathes out, "everyday, when you show up in those outfits ya got.. drives me insane.."

i am unsure what to do. staring into katsuki's eyes, i can see he's totally out of it; he doesn't mean any of this, it's just the alcohol talking!

.. then again, drunk words are sober thoughts.

i scoff, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as i rip my gaze away. "you're drunk, katsuki," slowly, i am getting used to the name, "you're just talking nonesense."

"i'd never lie t' a pretty girl like you." he says, leaning closer, dangerously close. "anyone ever tell ya you got the most beautiful eyes?"

he reaches a hand toward me, tipping my chin up to look at him, rough and calloused hands scraping against the skin across my jaw.

suddenly, the room is too hot, his touch is too hot and i can feel myself slowly going insane. i find myself wanting more, more, his hands all over--

no! what the hell am i saying, he's drunk, and unlike himself. once he sobers up, he'll realize how stupid his words were.

but oh, his touch was addicting.

"katsuki.." i whisper, feeling his hand slowly move across my collarbone. he leans toward me, his lips resting over my ear, his breath on my skin flowing down my neck. so warm, so soothing.

"y'know, everyday when you show up in them' jeans ya wear.." he inhales, the sound loud in my ear, "makes me so fucking turned on."

i take a deep breath, trying to compose myself, trying to resist; he wouldn't want this, not if he were sober.

i swallow, "katsuki." i say with more certainty.

"mm, say that again." he rasps, kissing just below my ear with such gentleness i am surprised. his lips are hot, wet, his tongue dragging softly over my skin. i feel my body heat up, having to lean against the counter because i was afraid my legs would give out.

resist. resist, all you have to do is push away.

"you.. you wouldn't want this if you were sober." i huff, my face a bright, hot pink of fluster.

a chuckle comes from his chest, "this is all i want when i'm sober. all i can think 'bout, girl."

he pulls away from my neck, and i sigh in relief before opening my eyes to see him right in-front of me. his hand grabs my chin, slanting my head to the side, waiting painfully close as if to wait for me to make the first move.

and i know it's bad. the cliche of bosses sleeping with their assistants always irked me, and considering i was an assistant for dynamight i never considered he would ever sleep with me.

but now... if what he is saying is true, my predictions were nothing but the complete opposite.

and all i can think is: well, fuck, as i crash my lips against his. his mouth is hot, fiery, just as i assumed it to be. his tongue instantly pushes against mine, teeth grazing each other as our lips meet in a hasty battle.

tongues dancing against each other, i am instantly overwhelmed. kissing has never been this sweet, this passionate with my previous partners. a raw, thick naturalness comes between katsuki and i, as if being this close to one another was simply fate.

"this is.. bad--!" i mutter between the breathes we are forced to take, his hand instead finding my hips and pulling me against the counter. i am forced to stand on my tippy-toes as his other hand finds my hair, grasping it as if to hold him to reality.

i understand that much. i feel like if it weren't for his grasp on my skin, i would simply be in a dream instead of this being a reality.

and if this is a dream, i don't think i want to ever wake up.

i bring a hand up to his torso, my hand accidentally grazing over his wound. he groans into my lips, hand clutching my hair even tighter, yet he doesnt stop his assault to dominate my mouth.

i gasp. he's wounded! what am i thinking?!

gathering all the restraint in my body, i push away from him, my back slamming into the wall behind me. i finally take a breath, heavy pants leaving my mouth as i stare at him.

a groan of frustration leaves his lips, his back falling against the wall. it seemed the dopamine had allowed the affect of the wound to become nothing more than a little thorn in his side, but now that it had run out the pain started coming back.

"please.." katsuki whispers, "'feels better when yer kissing me.."

then, there's a knock on the door.

"y/n? is everything alright in there?" mina's voice comes from outside the door.

i look between katsuki and the door, seeing his love-drunk eyes and his current state; anyone with eyes could see he was aroused, not to mention the prominent boner tenting his pants.

"uh—“ i say, "yeah I’m—i'm okay." i say back, clearing my throat, "jus' go back to bed, mina."

"you sure..? you're talking kinda weird, i'm just gonna come in—“

"no!' i panic, before realizing my tone was still suspicious.

"that' the acid freak from school?" katsuki's brows furrow, "what's that brat doin' here?"

"who's that?!" mina calls from outside the door, "wait.. thats—!"

"OKAY!" i yell in frustration, "i'm opening the door!"

i slowly crack open the door, quickly closing it behind me and leaving katsuki in the bathroom.

mina’s eyes are wide. “what. the fuck. is katsuki bakugo doing in our apartment at three in the morning?!”

i sigh, rubbing a hand over my face, “i don’t know. he just.. he just came to the front door, injured.”

“so.. bring him to the hospital!” mina says in a duh tone.

“how do you think it’d look if his assistant was with him at three in the morning?” i say in a whisper-yell, “look, it’s just a simple cut. i can suture it up, and he’ll be fine by the morning.”

she shifts on her feet, uneasy. “okay. but it still feels weird.”

i run a hand over my face, “yeah, i know. it is weird.”

she eyes me, her head slanting ever so slightly. “are you alright? you look all… flustered..” then, her eyes widen as if in a realization, “wait—!”

before she can speak, i cut her off. “okayimleavingnowbye!” i sputter, rushing toward the bathroom and closing it behind me.

i inhale a deep breath, face flushing at the idea of being caught making out with my boss.

“how about you uh.. do me a favour and stitch me up now, huh, princess?” katsuki smiles as he says this.

i turn to him. “don’t call me that.”

“uh-huh.”

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PART ONE: STOCK

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warnings: captivity, restraints, briefly mentioned medical procedure (no detail), reader sees kendou in a scary situation, mentioned milking, mentioned forced pregnancy. 1.4k

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Pain. All you feel is pain when you begin to wake. It’s in your head, in your chest, in your arms and legs, your guts.

Everything is blurry when you blink your eyes open, like some kind of film is covering them. Shadows move over you, but you aren’t able to make any of them out. Your foggy brain whispers to you, not safe, but when you try to move, you can’t, arms and legs locked in place.

It smells like something is burning, and you hope to whatever divine being exists that it isn’t you, but the prayer doesn’t last long as one of the figures looms closer, giving you the chance to see 2 red eyes before it raises a hand and expels some sort of powdery agent in your face.

Your world disappears again.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Coming to is a process. You doze in and out of a purgatory-like state for what could be anywhere from minutes to millennia, but once you’re fully awake, you are awake.

Your brain starts moving incredibly fast as you glance around. Unfamiliar surroundings, strange lighting. You can move your head and most of your upper body, but your hands are loosely restrained and your legs are firmly held in place by some kind of contraption. Off of the ground, some kind of table. You can feel the smooth surface on your bare back, like some type of metal, but it isn’t cold. In fact, the whole area is rather warm, one notch from uncomfortable.

There are various mechanisms attached to you, possibly monitors. A band around your head, something collar-esque around your neck, and you think you feel a mass in your ear.

Stretched across your chest is… you can’t tell if it’s another device or if it’s a garment. It might be both, especially considering how it’s perfectly fitted to your tits. The more you focus on it the more you can feel movement, little balls on little tracks that travel over your flesh in a strange sort of massage, gently but obviously kneading the plump tissue of your breasts. You go cross eyed staring down at it, eyebrows pinched in confusion as you try to examine the two tubes that sit right over your nipples.

You start growing faint as things click into place one by one. The creatures of this planet weren’t trying to kill you when they put you in that room. They just wanted to incapacitate you so they could get you in this position, and this position…

Arms by your side, legs held open… one word crosses your mind: breed.

They brought you here to breed you.

“K-Kendou!” Your voice is a hoarse whisper when you try to scream for your captain. You know there’s no point. You don’t see her anywhere in the room, but it’s all you can do for yourself.

What happened to her? To the rest of the crew? Did they take her hands? Did they rip Shinsou’s mask from his face? If they did, he would have had to be asleep for it. You’ve known the linguist for several years and never once have you seen him without the mod that covers his lower face. They would have taken all of Monoma’s weapons and Tetsu’s armor.

What have they taken from you so far? What have they already done to you? You vaguely remember a… surgery? Yes, a surgery. The burning smell. Nausea swirls in your stomach again. What did they take out of you? Or worse, what did they put in you?

“Kendou!” you try again. “Shinsou!”

Your voice dies in your own ears. All you can do is weep and tremble as you imagine all the horrible things that await you.

You’ve left your home planet. Said goodbye to your closest loved ones. Traveled into deep space. But you have never known fear like this before. You’re used to the fear that makes your mouth go dry and shoots you full of adrenaline, fear that gets your heart racing.

This fear isn’t like that. It weighs you down and fills the hollows of your bones. This fear makes you want to give up before even trying to fight.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

The alien you remember as the leader is the first you see. It glides into the room, sparing you a single glance and ignoring the way you begin to thrash against your restraints.

“Motherfucker, let me out! Let me out!”

It doesn’t seem fazed by your shrieking, just goes about checking a few things around the room, standing in one of your many blind spots. Odd sounds ring out behind you, clicking and hissing and distorted beeping. You wonder if there’s more machinery you can’t see, question answered when the confines around your wrists tighten without any touch from the alien. There must be some kind of control panel behind you, buttons and screens that control your fate.

“Kendou! Where is Kendou?” you shout.

Pacing back into your line of vision, the alien tilts its head. The hair-like strands that frame its face are long and dark, a little unkempt, and it looks to be missing its right eye, a thick, ghastly scar in its place.

Reaching up, the creature touches its ear then motions at you with its huge hand, almost like it… wants you to speak again?

“K-Kendou?” you try. “My captain. The other female.”

You’re probably deluding yourself into thinking it understands, but then you hear a faint crackle in your ear, and the mass you noticed earlier suddenly makes sense as the alien begins speaking and you actually comprehend what it’s saying.

The words you hear don’t match up with its mouth, and you can still make out the harsh grunts of its native tongue. Very guttural and heavy on what you know as consonants, but whatever device that’s been placed in your ear translates it all for you.

Alive. In another pod. Would you like to see her?

“Yes!”

Your stupid little pea brain hoped that meant being freed and allowed to find her. Ridiculous. Instead the alien raises an arm, a holographic image popping up over it. You squint at it despite the picture being perfectly clear and see Kendou in a predicament much like your own except… worse.

As you assumed, her bionic parts are nowhere to be seen, her natural hands limp and weak and shriveled as they always have been. She’s locked onto the same table as you, tied at the arms, legs spread, chest covered. The difference is that she is in use.

Longer tubes are connected to her chest, spiraling out of view, but what you can see of them are white save for the occasional air bubble that travels along.

“Jesus Fucking…” your stomach churns dangerously. She’s being milked.

Even worse than that is the thing between her legs. You have no earthly idea what it is, a jointed pole with something on the end that’s level with her pelvis, and you can only see so much of it because the rest is inside of her, almost as if it’s plugging her up.

And, it just might be because she is unnaturally, disgustingly full. Tears roll down your cheeks as you stare at how swollen her stomach is.

How long have you been here now? How long were you unconscious? It looks like she’s several months pregnant already, though not with a human child. There’s something else inside of her, some kind of parasite that they put there, and it could be growing very, very fast.

“m’gonna throw up,” you blurt, shoulders beginning to roll as you heave.

It’s too much. This is too much. You’re nothing more than cattle to these creatures. And for what? Why would they want to blend species?

Saliva pools in your mouth, and you feel the muscles in your stomach contracting—your stomach that will soon be bulging with a monster’s spawn—but before you can actually purge, the alien above you places a hand on your belly and all of the nausea disappears.

You have no idea what these aliens are capable of, how much power they have, but from what you’ve seen you already know that you don’t stand a chance.

2023©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize or report my work to any other platforms.

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

all of the girls you’ve loved before

EDIT: just realized i fucked up one of the text messages, that migraine was ROUGH

the title kinda doesn’t fit the chapter but it kinda does but i’m so dehydrated and sleep deprived idk

anyways welcome to season two!! thank you all to the folks who have been around for a while-and if ur just now stopping in hello! i’m Ro and i write smaus and fanfiction! rn i’m writing a lot of mha bc brainriot but i pinky promise i’ll do some more fandoms once this series is over 🫶

pls enjoy i love u all💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 once again i’m asking for ideas for fics or just questions abt me!!! if you wanna know what fandoms i’m in or what ships/ x readers i’ll write and make smau’s over i can answer!!! just send me a note for my inbox and it’ll be answered!!

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD MORE PHOTOOOOOOOOS “prepare to be sick of me”

- y/n and bkg have been talking non STOP bro like texting calling all that shit, hitoshi is SICK of walking out into the living room or kitchen and seeing y/n on the phone with bkg (even tho she has to deal with him and kaminari but whatever)

- whenever bakugou doesn’t know how to respond to anything he SPRINTS to his friend group, it’s very amusing

- hitoshi and y/n are best friends and spend a lot of time together, thus they are slowly becoming the same person! including their set of questions they like to ask ppl bc it’s “fun”

- when momo is super busy her assistant sometimes reads her messages just in case there’s no emergency or anything and always giggles when it’s one of her friend’s having a meltdown (especially with the gc name, very entertaining to see ur boss be in a gc like that)

- bakugou also asked y/n a bunch of questions one night and that’s what lead to them ranking all the t.s albums (it ended in chaos)

- (bakugou listened to taylor swift after that call)

- hitoshi and shoto know literally everything abt each other, either as dirt or just out of love, no one knows

- (it’s out of love)

- mina and kirishima have been going on a lot of dates recently….who knows what will happen………

- i did random users guys 😁😁😁😁 how do we feel😁😁😁😁

- y/n sees said tweet and… goes a little silly if you will

- yeah toshi and kami are so gay even random strangers can tell bruh

-kami is a bit of an idiot for not just, texting, toshi but whatever we still love him

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Uninteresting (A Fortunate Misunderstanding Part 1)

pairing: prohero!bkg x journalist!reader

summary: you've been misquoted referring to Dynamite as "uninteresting," and the explosive number two hero confronts you about it.

wc: 3.6k

cw: prohero!au, afab!reader, sexual tension lmao (smut to follow in upcoming chapters hehe), bkg uses pet names for reader (doll)

characters aged up +25

MDNI

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Hero Critic Y/n of the Daily Post says number two hero Dynamite is "not interesting enough" to write about

It's a splashy headline from your interview with your longtime friend and colleague Shawn Collins, and you roll your eyes when you read the tweet. "That's not even what the interview is focused on. You're misleading your audience." You scolded over the phone, even though you're trying to quell the rush of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

"It's not my fault Dynamite's fan base is so easily exploited. My editor said it would get views." You don't bother hiding your eye roll, not like he could see it anyway. "Besides, the interview was on your opinions of Japan's top heroes, and the only time you mentioned him was to say that. He's the number two hero, I have to point out the irony."

You scoff, but you're glad Shawn couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. Well, you think dryly, it's not like I could've put on the record why I really don't write about him.

"Still, you didn't have to insinuate that I thought Dynamite was uninteresting. That's not what I said."

It wasn't because you didn't see his flaws, didn't think he wasn't a hot-headed jackass, but you didn’t like feeling misrepresented. Because at the end of the day, no matter his downfalls, you felt nothing but adoration for the hero.

Well, adoration and a little bit horny, but either way, despite your reputation as a merciless hero critic, you didn't want any criticism about the number two hero to be published with your name attached. And you couldn't write praise about him either, not when you built your career on criticizing the hero industry.

"Well, people will see that when they watch the interview."

If they even bother, you think irritably. You could tell no matter what you said, he didn’t and wouldn't care enough about your qualms with the headline to change it. "Whatever. You're welcome for the interview." You said, and picked at your takeout.

"You still coming tomorrow?"

You sigh. You weren't entirely sure you wanted to get dressed up to go to the office party tomorrow, but you figured it'd be better than not going and being anti social. "Yeah, at eight, right?"

"I can pick you up, it's on my way." He offered.

"Better not, if I have a ride I'll just get too messed up."

He laughed on the other end. "That's true. Though, last time was fun."

You flushed a deep red in embarrassment, recalling the night you and Shawn had gone out, had the time of your lives, only to throw up on yourself when you were still ten blocks from your house. "Shut up. It wasn't fun for me."

He laughed again. "Yeah, helping you clean vomit from your hair wasn't the best way to end the night."

You glared. "I'll see you tomorrow." You hung up, but not before you heard his laugh on the other end.

You pulled away, looking at the tweet on your feed, groaning audibly in frustration, hoping the explosive hero wouldn't see the article, or at least the headline.

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"Oi, Bakugo, did you see what that journalist said about you?" Denki said, approaching the bar with his phone raised.

Katsuki grunted, annoyed at his friend's obnoxious behavior. "I don't care what some extra has to say about me. Should be fucking grateful I'm so good at my job."

"Well, you may be good at it, but apparently, you're not very interesting." Mina said with a smirk a few seats down, having already seen the interview.

That caught Katsuki’s attention. A lot of words had been lobbed at him throughout his nearly ten year career, but uninteresting wasn't one of them. He was quiet as he took the phone from Denki, reading the headline. There it was in black and white, some journalist did think he was uninteresting. He wasn't sure why it pissed him off, that word, more than any of the other things he'd been called. No, he knew exactly why it pissed him off.

"S'not fuckin' true. What an idiot. Can't believe he gets paid to write garbage like this."

"Well, it was the woman who got interviewed that said it." Kirishima corrected. Katsuki grunted.

"Who'd care to interview some idiot with this opinion?"

"Don't take it so personally, Bakugo," Kirishima said with an easy smile, clapping him on the shoulder. Katsuki made a face. "She burns all of us way more than she does you."

"Yeah, that stuff kinda hurts sometimes. I'd take uninteresting over incompetent." Denki said with a sigh.

Mina laughed. "Except everything she writes about you is true."

The two proceeded to bicker, but Bakugo was still pouting, swirling the amber liquor in his glass before finishing it off. "Whatever. If I ever see that damn journalist I'll chew her head off." He grumbled.

Kirishima let out a nervous laugh. "Watch what you say in public, Bakugo. Some people don't know when you're joking."

He was about to say he wasn't joking, that he would confront the extra who thought she was better than him, when Sero on his other side held up a picture of a woman.

"Well, this is her, if you're curious. I'd leave her alone if I were you, though. She may be a hero critic, but she has a pretty big following."

When he zeroed in on your face, it only took him a second to remember where he knew you from. His crimson eyes narrowed.

Interesting.

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You took a sip of wine as you turned from the bar, surveying the ballroom, windows dressed in heavy golden curtains, adding a touch of extravagance that was too overstated for the office party. Though, you couldn’t turn your nose down at the open bar. Even though the event was to wine and dine Japan’s heroes, you were still surprised by how many pro heroes were here. You thought you’d even spotted Red Riot’s fiery hair on your way over to the bar, probably the highest-ranking hero here.

“You know, standing over here with that look on your face isn’t going to convince any of the guests that you’re not some hero-hating bitch.”

You slid a narrowed look over to Shawn, who was leaning against the bar with a smirk. “I don’t have a face.” You shrugged. “Unless I’m looking at you, that is.”

He grinned. “Ouch.”

“You’ll get over it.” You look into your wine glass, then back at him. “Cara couldn’t make it?”

He shrugged. “She’s got some deadline on a commission. She had crazy eyes when I left, I just let her do her thing.”

Nodding, you raise your glass. “She’ll do great.”

He smiled, and he clinked his glass against yours. “Of course, she will. I’m only a reporter, someone’s gotta pay the bills.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning and taking a swig. “Can’t say you’re wrong about that.”

He moved away from the bar, and you followed. It was probably not a great idea to lurk near the bar the whole night.

After painfully dry conversation with some coworkers, you and Shawn broke off, standing at a table and, as discreetly as possible, you shoved every hors d'oeuvres in sight into your mouth. “Skip dinner?” Shawn asked, brow raised as you inhaled your sixth cheese cube and ham combo.

You shrugged. “Had a salad. Should’ve known it wouldn’t be enough. I just didn’t wanna look bloated in this friggin’ dress.” You ended the sentence on a bitter note.

He pat you consolably on the back. “I’ll flag down any waiters I see.”

“How long do you think we have to stay before it’s okay to leave?” You wondered after a beat. Office parties weren’t really your thing. It was awkward, toeing the line of the you at the office and the you outside the office. You didn’t want people think that you were stiff, but one glass of wine too much and you’d end up fodder for workplace gossip.

Shawn laughed beside you. “You’ve been here less than an hour. At least put some mileage on that dress.”

You sighed, looking down at the navy evening dress. You suppose he had a point; it was expensive. “Fine, but then let’s make it interesting.”

He raised his brow. “Yeah? What do you propose?”

You glanced over the sea of coworkers and heroes mingling. “Well, it seems like Jessica is on her fourth glass of wine, and since she already barely has a filter, I’ll bet you twenty bucks she asks at least one hero for their autograph.”

Shawn laughed at that. “Make it thirty and I’ll bet she asks within the next fifteen minutes.”

You grinned, opening your mouth to agree, when your eyes zeroed in on a hulking figure walking in your direction, crimson eyes narrowed. Your stomach dropped as Dynamite, the number two hero, approached you.

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“I’ll owe you one.” Kirishima offers on the other end of the phone.

Bakugo grunts. “You already owe me. Why can’t you take Sparky?”

He’s in his living room, just returned from patrol, and he’s ready to shower and hit the hay. He couldn’t care less about some party Kirishima wanted to take him to. Kirishima had told him about the event weeks ago, but Bakugo had avoided giving him a response.

“Denki doesn’t know how to behave at events like that.”

Bakugo smirked, a little smug about it, even if he was annoyed that it made him Kirishima’s next best option. “You think I’m any better?”

Kirishima sighed. “C’mon, Bakugo, it’s open bar. Besides, your reputation could use it.”

Bakugo made another noise in the back of his throat, irritated because Kirishima wasn’t wrong. It had been months since he made a public appearance, and last time he was recorded calling the chief of police an incompetent jackass. He wasn’t wrong, but still.

“Fine. But I’m only stayin’ ‘til nine.”

And that’s how he ended up at the party. He’d made himself comfortable at the bar after shaking a few hands and enduring half an hour of semi-polite conversation. He swirled the whiskey around his glass, trying not to pay attention to the sideway glances and whispered comments about him being there. He should’ve just stayed home.

He was on his third glass when he finally turned from the bar, scanning the room for Kirishima. Instead of finding his red haired friend, his eyes zeroed in on you. You stood across the room, face illuminated with a smile.

He had to admit, you wore the dress well. Even though the cut was modest and a darker color, his eyes traced over your curves. The way you spoke with the man next to you, with the easy expression on your face, he could tell the two of you were close, and it stirred something in Bakugo he couldn’t quite name.

Well, even if you were hot, you had no fucking taste, he thought bitterly, downing the rest of his whiskey. He left the glass at the bar, realizing a second too late that his feet were taking him across the room to you, the liquid courage encouraging him to confront you without a second thought.

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You were frozen, staring up at him. His mouth was set in a sneer, and there was a quiet rage in his expression that, while familiar because of his fame as the hot-headed hero, had never been directed at you.

“Don’t think I’m interesting, huh?” He asked, challenge in his eyes.

You hoped your cheeks wouldn’t give away your embarrassment. God, this is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Well, not that you’d prepared to come face-to-face with him, but now there was no doubt that the interview was taken in exactly the way you hadn’t wanted. You shot a glare at Shawn.

Luckily, Shawn had the good sense to feel a little guilty. “Sorry, man, I was the one who published the interview. My editor made the choice of the headline, but I was the one who put it to print.”

Dynamite’s gaze didn’t even flicker in Shawn’s direction, and you felt the heat of his stare, wishing you could melt into a puddle. “She’s still the one who made the comment.”

“Did you watch the interview, by chance?” When the hero didn’t answer, Shawn continued. “Well, if you had, you’d have realized Y/n said it was uninteresting to write about you. Discourse on the controversial number two hero is an oversaturated market. Surely, you’re aware of that.”

Now he does look at Shawn, a renewed anger flashing in his eyes. You moved to step between the two, hoping to de-escalate the situation.

“Bakugo,” You recognized Red Riot’s voice before you looked over, the hero smiling even though you could tell it was strained. You imagine this wasn’t the first time he’s had to pull Dynamite away from unnecessary conflict before he could make a fool of himself. “Just enjoy the party, no need to stir things up.”

“Hmph.” The number two hero looked angrier than ever, but you guessed by the blush coloring the tops of his ears that even he knew when to be embarrassed. “Whatever. Said I’d only stay until nine, anyway.” And he was turning on his heel, heading toward the exit.

You weren’t sure what possessed you, but you found yourself following him. Maybe you had drank one too many glasses of wine.

He was fast, though, and once you reached the lobby, you had to call out to him before he left the building. “Dynamite, please wait—” you cut off when he stopped, surprised he actually listened to you. Still, you’d take the opportunity to clear the air. “I’m sorry the headline offended you. I did try to convince Shawn to change it, but he’d set his mind to it.” His back was still to you, and you found you almost preferred that. His gaze was too heavy, like you might collapse under the weight of it.

“It’s just funny you’d say something like that, is all.” He was quiet, but you weren’t fool enough to believe he had calmed down. Not yet, anyway.

You feel your cheeks heating up. “Well, as you may recall from what Shawn said—”

“I don’t care what that extra said.” He interjected, turning to face you.

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“Well, I didn’t say anything bad about you. I never do.” You’re avoiding his gaze. He can tell you’re nervous, which gives him a sick sense of satisfaction. He can’t deny though, that the way red dusts your cheeks makes him feel oddly protective of you. And he’s pretty sure he wants to keep making you blush like that.

“Is there a way I can make it up to you?”

He’s shocked by the offer, gaze snapping from the way you play with your hands to your face. It’s not in his nature to be trusting, but recalling your last meeting, he’s inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt. He raises a brow, keeping his mouth stiff as he asks. “What’d you have in mind?” The way your eyes widen tell him you were shocked he conceded so quickly. To be fair, he was a little surprised by his behavior, too.

“I—I uh, have tickets. To the game tomorrow night. Great seats, VIP access. Could probably even get you a meeting with the team.”

He wants to roll his eyes. He could get that, and more, easily. He doesn’t care about some stupid game. He was surprised he still didn't want to disappoint you by rejecting it flat out, but he’s realizing quickly that he can’t count on his usually demanding personality when it comes to you, and decides to go with it. He steps closer to you, pride flaring when you suck in a breath, looking up at him through your lashes, nerves, and something else, swimming in your eyes. “I gotta better idea. Dinner, tomorrow night.”

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You start listing off the first thing that comes to mind, offering the tickets Shawn had given you in exchange for the interview. You’re watching his expression, hoping he’d be sated by the offer, but you see none. You’re not really sure why it’s important to you that you stay in good standing with him, it’s not like you owed him or anything. He’s a hero, he did what heroes do. He wasn’t the only sexy hero, either, and it wasn’t like you gave a free pass to him, or anyone, just because of a pretty face. And yet, whenever you look into those shadowed red eyes of his, you can’t help but want to please him.

Though, he is quite pretty, you passively think as you search his face for a sign to what he was thinking. You couldn’t recall the last time he’d been photographed in a suit, and seeing him in person was doing something to your brain, but you also had to admit he looked much handsomer the last time you two came face-to-face.

Half a second after you finish thirsting after the hero you register what he said, and then it became nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. Dinner? That was it?

You couldn’t deny the idea didn’t send a thrill through you, but you doubted he had the intentions that dark part of you hoped for. What could he gain from going to dinner with you, though? Did he really care to fix his reputation that much? You couldn’t believe he went to such lengths to sway the perception of the reporters and bloggers who had not-so-forgiving opinions about him, but you could hardly let yourself believe the alternative.

You should refuse. You couldn’t be sure how being seen at dinner with one of Japan’s top heroes would affect your career. Was it a chance you wanted to take? You really shouldn’t.

But you found yourself agreeing before your sense of better judgement could stop you. “Okay. Name the time and place.”

He smirked, and your chest clenched at the mischief in his expression. “I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow. You’re still at your old place, right?”

You take your bottom lip in your mouth, nodding lightly. Did he really remember where you lived? After all this time? But before you can question him, you hear footsteps echoing in the lobby, signaling the entrance of one, no, two people.

You turn to see Red Riot, followed by Shawn, heading toward you. You look back at the man before you, all humor from before gone from his face. “Tomorrow then, Dynamite.”

His eyes slide back to you, and the corner of his mouth quirks up, so slight you almost miss it. “I’m takin’ you to dinner, doll, might as well call me by my name.”

“Oi, Bakugo.” Red Riot claps his friend on the shoulder. “Everything okay here?”

You almost miss the wink he sends you, face turned enough you were sure neither of the other men caught the gesture, renewing the fading blush in your face. You were hopeful the makeup you wore covered at least a little bit of the red in your cheeks. “Yeah, we worked it out.” His tone and expression were back to being as grumpy as ever, and he turned, heading for the door. “I’m gonna call a cab, Shitty Hair. If you’re not out when it gets here, I’m leaving your ass.”

You shot a sympathetic look at the other hero. You didn’t want to imagine how difficult it was to be close to someone like him. He shot you an equally sympathetic smile. “Sorry for him. His bark is worse than his bite.”

You think of his especially destructive quirk, laughing a little. “I’m sure you could understand my disbelief in that sentiment.”

After exchanging more or less polite farewells, he followed after his friend, leaving you and Shawn alone in the lobby.

“Are you actually okay? I know that guy’s hard to deal with.” You look over at Shawn, his features colored with mild but genuine concern.

You shrug, though you’re not sure if you should tell him about your plans with the explosive hero. “Yeah, we worked it out.”

He raises a brow. “What’d you do? Promise to write a raving review about his hero efforts?” He laughs.

You chew on your lip again. “No. But you should be a little more apologetic. You’re the jackass who got me in that position.” You poke him accusingly in the chest with a finger. “Gonna take more than a couple tickets to get me to forgive you for that one. He’s not exactly an easy man to placate.”

He sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. Though, I will say the interview did get more than fifteen thousand views in the first twenty-four hours. Hot button topics are hot button topics for a reason.”

You shoot him a dry look. “Don’t sound too sorry.”

He laughed. “C’mon. Rejoin the party, I’ll buy you a drink.” He jokes, and you roll your eyes, but smile, following him back inside.

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Later, Katsuki is showered and in bed, eyes lazily scrolling through your articles. He couldn’t help but feel smug about the way you wrote, tongue sharp and unforgiving in your perspective of his colleagues. He even found he agreed with your criticisms, though, only where it concerned your opinions on individual heroes. He couldn’t say he fully understood where the vendetta against the hero industry came from, but he was curious to find out.

When he fell asleep, he dreamed of explosions, cries for help, and a hand reaching out for him.

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[welovediaaxx]

Unplanned, E. Kirishima x f!reader

chapter one: bulletproof plan

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A/N: i recently read a bkg fanfic where his mom is a luxury fashion designer and i legit could not stop thinking about it for the past week so i had to write this

warnings: not proofread, just straight out of my ass, cursing, reader is bkg's sister, brothers best friend trope, one night stand trope ofc bc it wouldn't be my fic if there was no one night stand trope, female reader, implied alcohol use, implied sexual intercourse, lmk if i missed anny

wc: 1.6k

summary: all you wanted to do was let loose and celebrate your promotion, you worked hard enough to get to where you were. you had everything you wanted, money, power, good looks, and no interest whatsoever in a relationship. so, how could someone unimportant as a one-night stand leave such an empty feeling in your heart?

You’re used to waking up in the comfort of your cosy bedroom, in your penthouse that lays on the 16th floor in a luxury building in the centre of Tokyo, Japan, overlooking a  breathtaking view of the city. Laying on a few too many pillows that smelled like your vanilla-scented candles which you lit up every night before bed at precisely 8:30 at night. The pillows, of course, are wrapped in mulberry silk pillowcases. You’re used to waking up at 7:00 am by your alarm clock in your custom expensive silk pyjamas which have your initials sewn on the sleeves, covered by the expensive cashmere duvet you got as a gift for Christmas from your mother.

What you’re not used to, though, is being woken up with a massive headache caused by an even bigger hangover by an annoying buzzing sound that’s going off next to your head. You groan, not even bothering to open your eyes, you know the brightness of the sun is only planning on causing harm to your eyesight. You knock down what sounds like a vase, or maybe even a lamp as you’re fishing around your nightstand for the device which the buzzing is coming from.

As you finally grab your phone, you realise your mother, the famously amazing fashion designer Mitsuki Bakugou taught her daughter better than to have a vase on her nightstand next to the bed. She has always called flowers too close to the place you sleep a god-awful faux pas.

So, keeping that in mind, how on earth did a vase appear in your perfectly decorated home? Last you remembered your quirk definitely did not have anything to do with teleporting tacky objects into your vicinity. 

You slowly opened your eyes, the brightness (and the hangover) hitting you like a brick right on your face. As the hangover, along with the realisation that you were not, in fact laying in your bed flooded in, so did the memories of last night. 

It started as a simple dinner with a few of your girlfriends. You ordered a bottle of champagne and dined on the most expensive dishes in the whole country of Japan. Oh, you remembered now. You were celebrating. Your mother finally deemed you worthy of offering you the job as creative director of her luxury clothing brand, which you obviously gladly accepted. Sure, those who thank nepotism for your success weren’t all that wrong, but you know you worked harder than any of her other employees and you earned the position with your own blood, sweat and tears.

You squinted as you looked around the room you were currently in, trying to blink away the blurriness. You looked under the sheets you were covered by, praying that - nope, of course, you were naked. 

You remembered why you even opened your eyes as the phone in your hand kept buzzing. You cringed as you read your brother's name flashing on the screen. You debated hanging up, but you were quite familiar with Katsuki’s temper, so you decided against it.

“Oi, dipshit” you heard your brother's endearment from the other line.

“Hey, asshole” you half whispered, still not quite sure if you had company, as you were too scared to look to your left and see if the other side of the queen bed you had spent the night in was occupied. Your voice was hoarse, and your throat still burned from last night's outing.

“Why do you sound like that? Did you just wake up? It’s 11 A.M., I knew you were lazy, but I didn't think it got this bad.”

“Not all of us are wannabe big-shot pro heroes. Some of us have actual jobs and have to work late sometimes.” you rolled your eyes as you lied through your teeth, you were definitely not doing anything remotely close to work last night.

You slowly got out of bed, stumbling on a foreign object. You looked down and realised you tripped over the lacy bra you were wearing last night. Well, at least you wore cute undergarments.

You grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped your naked body with it, uncovering the tall, lean and chiselled figure of your companion, the man’s head still lying covered by a pile of pillows. You could hear the sounds of his light snoring, indicating he was soundly asleep. Lucky bastard, he wasn’t the one having to be on the phone with the pissy spiky-haired blonde.

Your admiring was cut short by the angry screeching voice of your older brother.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A WANNA-BE WOMAN?!” 

You audibly cringed as the loudness reached your ears and decided to move your conversation to the on-suite bathroom, in hopes of not waking up the person you presumed was the owner of the home you were currently in.

“Why are you groaning? Are you drunk? I swear you’re worse than mom, who drinks before 6-”

“Shut up Suki, I’m not drunk. I’m groaning because you’re the first person I have to listen to and you’re ruining my plans for a peaceful morning.”

“Tch, ya’ think I actually wanna talk to you? You should be grateful I even took time out of my busy morning to call you to congratulate you on the promotion.”

“Oh, so you’re congratulating me? See, I always knew you did have a heart somewhere deep down.”

You swear you can hear him roll his red eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m calling because mom couldn’t get a hold of you all morning. She’s been yelling like a mad woman, callin’ you irresponsible.”

Yeah, that sounded like your mother.

“We’re having dinner tonight. I made a reservation for the four of us, at that fancy sushi place you like. I’ll text you the details later.”

Before you could even try to tease your brother for being a softie and wanting to celebrate his sister's success, you were met by a beep indicating he had already hung up the call. You sighed, making a mental note to take time out of the day to mentally prepare yourself for the obnoxiously loud dinner that’s going to take place in a few hours.

You loved your family, you truly did. But there was no denying they were too much at times. Especially your mother and brother. You were always told, ever since you were a small child that you took more after your father, Masaru. You might have inherited your mother's beauty, wit, sense of style and talent for fashion design, but your half of the short temper inheritance seemed to just be passed over to your older brother, Katsuki. 

You looked around the huge bathroom you were in, taking in the marble counters and the glossy tiles. You peeked in the shower, not seeing any 3-in-1 shampoo, which was always a green flag in your book. You splashed some cold water on your face, which did nothing for the headache you were carrying.

As you lifted your head up and took a good look at your face in the giant mirror in front of you, you took in all your features. Your mascara was smeared, the remains of your lipstick still a bit visible on your lips. The bags under your eyes were more visible than ever. But the main thing you noticed was the purple and blue hickeys all over your neck and chest. The man you spent the night with obviously not wanting to let you go without a parting gift

“Well that’s for sure gonna be a bitch to hide.” you thought to yourself as your manicured fingers trailed over the bite marks.

You kind of remember you and your friends, tipsy off of champagne deciding to go to the opening of the newest high-end club, a few blocks away from the fancy restaurant you ate dinner at. You’re also more than sure that you spent more than a couple of hundreds of dollars on drinks and whatever else you decided to consume the night before. 

You manage to remember grinding on a tall, muscular figure, hungrily kissing him shoved against a wall of the crowded club.

“You wanna get out of here?” the deep voice made your whole body shudder.

“Yes, please” you managed to get out, not even caring if you sounded too needy, desperate for any kind of relief.

The figure smiled with sharp teeth as he took your hand and guided you toward the exit.

You couldn’t help but find the smile familiar like you’ve seen it somewhere before. Everything was still very blurry but you couldn't help the familiarity that kept sneaking up your neck, though you brush it off as a symptom of your hangover. Big mistake

You decide you’ve stalled enough and come up with an escape plan in your head. All you had to do was locate all your clothes - no, not even all of them. You could do without the underwear. You just had to grab the brand new leather pants as you just bought them yesterday and couldn’t bare leaving them in a stranger's bedroom. Your lacy bodysuit too, maybe you’ll even have time to grab a t-shirt, to minimize the effect of your walk of shame. And your heels too, you probably shouldn’t leave without your Manolos.

The plan was perfect, bulletproof even, some would probably say. The only problem was, as you quietly opened the door of the bathroom, you were met with the strangers' sleepy crimson eyes. Only, it was no stranger standing in front of you. It was Eijiro Kirishima, more famously known as one of the top heroes of Japan, Red Riot. Or, more familiar to you as your brother's best friend since their first year of high school.

“K-Kirishima?” you stuttered, your mouth standing agape from the shock Your body completely froze, as you held the sheet glued to your body with a death grip. As if covering yourself will undo the events of last night.

“Oh, fuck, Katsuki’s gonna murder me.”

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi Mermie, may I ask you for some writing advice? I absolutely adore your stories, and you've inspired me to write my own. I have a fic idea mapped out focussing on Deku's struggle to form healthy relationships (ie. obsessed with the two people he greatly responses [AM & BKG], seems to crush on ochako because she's the first girl to talk to him/show him kindness etc.). The course of the story spans over several years... I intended to do a time skip from childhood, to middle school, to high school - where a lot of the significant build up events are supposed to happen. Because of this, I'm not sure if another time skip into his adult life would then be appropriate? My concern would be that it takes away from the suspense and tension if he's 16/17 being pushed to the edge, he's at boiling point and then *poof* suddenly he's in his 20s. but the thing is, for the twist to happen, he has to be a pro hero :( I know that this fic will end up being a long multi-chaptered one, but just wanted to get your opinion on how you'd approach it? (If I've given enough context)

But also please don't feel obligated to answer if it's too long winded, or simply because you don't want to! Have a great weekend<3

Okay I have been thinking about this since you sent it, Anon, and first of all hello!!!! I’m so excited for you to write!!!!!!!! LETS WRITE!!!!!! 📝

But okay let’s have a looksies. 📖 🧐 It’s a little hard to diagnose without being elbow deep in the guts of it, but one thing I will say is that if you’re doing timeskips then honestly? smash-cuts work!!! You mention that you’re worried about it taking away from the tension of Izuku’s boiling point but depending on what you were trying to achieve with him being pushed to that point, and what you want to say/achieve with opening up on him in his twenties, you could use the jarring nature of the timeskip to your advantage! like—you could introduce your twist within that first paragraph, with him in his twenties. Or you could use it to bury/emphasise that struggle he’s been having, with forming those healthy relationships.

Like we leave Izuku there, at the edge of seventeen (pun absolutely intended lmfao), stricken and at his wits end, ready to implode and — poof! Suddenly he’s calm and smiley, the picture of a perfect hero, far removed from that overwrought teenager (or so we—the readers—think!!! Now you have the space to sneak in your twist 👹).

Obviously I dunno if this fits in with what you’re envisioning—but hopefully even just presenting an idea propels you forward to one you like better!!! 🥺 But even without knowing the nitty gritty details of your fic or how you think, my advice would be don’t be afraid of using those smash-cut timeskips! Ham them up if you wanna! Link them into each other with a leading sentence or whatever—use them to hide your trickery!!! If it’s important that Izuku maintains an in-fic sense of dread then, oops! Turns out beneath that smiley, capable adult he’s a mess! You have so many options, I reckon. So the most important part of this advice is to listen to your gut! Sounds trite, but it’s true. 🥹 It’s like… you know when you flip a coin and you know, instantly, what you’re hoping for? You have that same instinct in your gut for your story! All this other fuffle is just stuff to make you realise what you really want—the coin in the air before it lands. 🪙✨

[sipsteainanxiety]

< MERMAN BAKUGO 3 i’m so so in love with the way you write him!!!!!! you’re so right about katsuki being the type to do things on his own terms, even when it comes to forming relationships. also these are my favourite types of slow burn, i’m super impressed with the detail & the research that went into this!! the one part that sticks out in my mind is the part when katsuki doing his sketches in the journal ( which in and of itself is a mind numbindly adorable concept, big merman bakugou hunger over this little sketch book like a little kid is so cute, i loved that imagery ) but the part that made me take a second to just be like, woah, was the bit when you went out of the way to mention how the pressure of his pencil markings changed the more comfortable he got with using it. it’s a bit strange now that i’m writing it out, especially since everything else about this was SO good and heartwarming <33 but it made me take a moment to rly appreciate all the finer details, even something as small as that contributes to how it comes together & i just think it was a brilliant touch. you definitely have katsuki pinned down, everything from the way he speaks to his mannerisms just seems so natural for his character & i love this interpretation of him! the way you describe him too is just !!!!!! just big & powerful but ethereally pretty with a handsome grin, got my heart racing man <33 other little details like the genus and species of coral were really interesting! i looked up each one which was nice to have that added visual aspect which made it all the more immersive. merman bakugou is one of my favourite aus ever and you did just such a brilliant job, hands down one of my favourite bakugou fics now! can’t wait to read more of this of its a series because i cannot get enough of the way you write him my heart is in a FRENZY <33333

AWEEE THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN <33 i’m glad you like it so much!! merman bkg my BELOVED i always want more fics for him but i’ve only seen like. 2 rly long ones out in the fanficverse. we need MORE!! the people are starving!!

admittedly it was lowkey rough thinking abt how he’d react to certain things. there were actions i wanted reader to take and ways i wanted bkg to react but i couldnt add them in bc it was just too early in their relationship yk? like. for instance, i wanted to add in a part where reader would towel off his hair for him so tht the water from it wouldnt drip onto the sketchbook but bkg would NEVER allow that and it seemed to early to let that happen. thats okay tho there will be other opportunities in the future✨✨

i am SUCH a sucker for small details so it makes me happy that you noticed them!! i wrote in that pencil bit after i did the doodle of the sketchbook at the end of the chapter so i was like ah yes, rough harsh lines and angles. it suits him anyways.

i did a lot of research for this fic in general LOL i wanted it to seem as legit as possible. admittedly some of the scuba diving details will probably not be all too accurate but the reefs and the experiment stuff should! i love the ocean and i did take a few classes that helped out with some of the more sciencey details!

i’d been writing bkg fic since 2018 so id hope that his characterization would be spot on LOL sometimes i go back to my older works and im like… ew i wrote that? but i definitely feel like i have a more solid grasp of him now LMAO merbaku with his pretty face and scarred arms 😌✨ i lov he

but yes thank you for sending this in!! im rly rly happy you enjoyed the first chapter so much!!! it only gets better from here!! 💞💞

[dashielldeveron]

omggg I’m so excited for excited for your next chapter of the soulmate au, sooo curious as to who it is like I’m actively scouring through like all the details in my mind trying to piece together who it is… can’t wait!! I was rereading the bkg route in search for clues and the scene where he’s trying to hold our hand and we are NOT getting that, it was vv funny to read again I had to draw it (ignore the strange way I draw reader lolol I just go for a feeling) (this route also gets me wondering like when did bkg realise reader was his soulmate?? Like his pov must be so interesting considering everything he gets put through in the fic lmao, it’s such a fun fic, I loved rereading it immensely I hope u enjoy the little sketch <33)

this has no right to be this funny. gosh. look at his little annoyed face the blush the sweat. the anger tic marks. the comedically garish arrows that reader just can't fucking see. somehow reader is the sweatiest one in the picture, when bakugou is all about sweat. he's trying so hard so seem casual. he's not even looking at her. fucking hell this is fab. this is now my phone background bc i can't help but grin when i look at it

and GOSH he is bulky. that's. that's a guy who works out. that's a man with tits. with arms. hoooooooly fuck. also!!! how the heck did you draw his hair that well??? his hair makes no sense to me and it looks like.....an actual hairstyle here. clearly his, too. lovely. ohhhhhh i love him. i love this drawing. i love YOU

i'm sure people have their prefered moment in fic for when bakugou figures it out, so i won't give a firm answer. i do think, though, that he's aware that reader is trying to figure out something about the bond and that she's got the wrong idea of what's linking them. and he's just like. cute. let me see how long this goes.

askljdflasdjlk;fak thank you soooo much again!!!!! you've really, really been lovely, with all your wonderful fanart!!!! school has been throttling me, and your art makes my heart sing :)

[rrandomtthings]

Why Bkdk is NOT toxic:

A look through their relationship throughout the series

Cw// MAJOR bnha manga spoilers

As bakudekus, we experience that “bkdk is toxic!1!” argument on a daily. It’s something that we have all just.. let sit next to us knowing that it’s always going to be there. Of course, and understandably, it bothers most of us. What many see, especially non-manga readers, isn’t what we see.

Let’s start off with what they see. In the first episode/chapter, we start off with Bakugous infamous “Swan dive off the roof” line.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, this was a terrible thing that Bakugou said to Izuku. There is no excuse. Telling someones to kts, no matter how you may disagree and not see eye to eye, is always inexcusable (this applies to real life too!!)

Later in the chapter, Bakugou carries around a can that says “Lip Service,” which, pretty much means being all talk and not meaning actions behind the words that are being said (usually said with a negative connotation.)

Once again, does this excuse what he said to Izuku? Absolutely not. However, this does give us insight on the future and when we find out about how Bakugou feels for Deku.

Note: As for the bullying prior to this scene, there is no proof that Bakugou continuously bullied Deku as of when this has been written.

Then, the sludge incident happened. At first glance, Deku looked horrified at the attack. However, he didn’t make any moves as he assumed that the heroes will come in and save the person. Once it was revealed to him that it was Bakugou, Izuku had his “My body moved on its own” moment and did not even hesitate to save Kacchan.

After the sludge villain attack, it was explicitly stated that Bakugou had not bullied Deku since then.

Now, the two are in UA and it is revealed that Deku has a quirk to Bakugou. A quirk that he was told to keep its origins of a secret. However, Deku told Bkg about OFA, ignoring All Mights warnings because he felt like he could not lie to Kacchan. Despite them still having a very rocky relationship at this point in the series, Deku still felt the need to tell Kacchan about OFA. He could not lie to him. He could lie to his mom, all of UA, everyone in the world, but not to Kacchan.

Fast forward to DVK2 and they are fighting out their emotions. Here, Deku talks about how, although he hated those small parts of Bakugou that bullied him, he never let the bad outshine the good. He always looked up to Bakugou and wanted to be just like him.

Deku compares how he sees Kacchan to All Might. His literal hero. The man who he idolizes like crazy. He felt closer and more inspired by Kacchan than All Might. Because Kacchan was always there next to him. In Dekus eyes, despite the bullying and all, he saw Kacchan as more than All Might.

Izuku expresses how he is the only one who can accept Bakugous feelings. Not because it is explicitly about the two of them, rather it’s because he is the only one willing to listen and understand where he is coming from. And Bakugou knows this too. He could have easily asked anyone else, but instead he chose Izuku. He trusted Deku enough to be vulnerable around him.

During this fight, Bakugou expresses how he always thought that Deku continuously looked down on him. And it’s because he has never seen such genuine kindness from anyone. He was always expected to get up on his own. All because of his quirk and how he was praised for being gifted with such. He always thought that Izuku had an “attitude” that he was so unfamiliar with.

Deku, during their fight, although he does not say it out loud because he thinks that it “sounds stupid,” talks about how he sees Kacchan and his image of victory. To him, when he thinks of victory, Kacchan is who comes to mind.

After this fight, they are able to start to see eye to eye and start to understand each other’s perspectives. Now that Bakugou knows about OFA, they start to work and grow together. Win to save and Save to win.

In the JT arc there are very fun moments between the two as they start becoming more and more friendly with each other. They continue to try and one up each other, but it is much different than before. There is a lighter undertone to their words and actions. They start hanging out in the meeting room with All Might as there is also a lot of banter between the two—this is when their relationship has started to mend. Not to mention, during this arc Deku unlocks black whip all because Monoma insulted Kacchan.

Now, after the two spend so much time together with the JT and Endeavor agency arcs, the two has become much closer than they were at the beginning of the series. The two have started to mend their bond and continue to do so.

Then, the war arc.

After realizing that Shigaraki is after OFA, Deku makes the decision to follow after him. Throughout these panels, he looks absolutely terrified. Of course, why wouldn’t he be? He is about to run into a battle field all on his own, without any support and with no one knowing what he plans to do.

However, Kacchan does.

Kacchan follows Deku to Shigaraki. He claims that it’s because he has “unfinished business” with him, but, while that may be partly true, that’s not the full truth (I.e. he wants to protect Deku.)

Now, the two have reached Shigaraki and Deku is fighting against him. Bakugou tells Deku to get away from him and that he should be the last person near him. The response Bakugou gets is that no one else can defeat Shigaraki as Kacchan watches Deku in absolute fear that he will end up being terribly hurt.

Side note: look at the terror in his eyes.. I’m gonna sob

Within this specific fight with Shigaraki, there are many heroes with the two. Some of which are Endeavor, Shouto, Rock Lock, Aizawa (injured), etc. Despite knowing that this is a child up in the air fighting Shigaraki, some (not Rock Lock, he had the right idea with questioning why children are on the battle field) look in amazement as Deku continuously breaks himself so he can try and get Shigaraki down.

However, Kacchan sees past this as he yells at the other heroes about how this is not helping Deku in the slightest and that he is going to get himself killed at the rate that he was going.

Bakugou devises a plan to try and help Deku and to get Shigaraki down as the heroes look in awe at Deku. He uses Shouto and Endeavor as they try and get up to where the two were and have Endeavor use his Prominence Burn on Shigaraki in hopes that would bring him down.

While Bakugou is flying them up to Deku, he has a flashback to a conversation with All Might.

They were training Deku with black whip. They were playing a game called “Catch a Kacchan” (I will never get over how cute this name is 😭) and they called in others to help Deku practice with quirks similar to the ones that he will eventually or has either unlocked (Uraraka for Float, Tsu for black whip, etc.)

As All Might and Bakugou watch on as Deku trains, they have a conversation.

Bakugou asks All Might why he is hiding information about the fourth user from Deku. No, he doesn’t ask, he confronts him. He confronts his childhood hero for the sake of Deku. He straight up tells All Might to stop keeping information from, knowing that this could potentially harm him.

Bakugou is upset at that point. He wishes for All Might to stop keeping secrets from them, more specifically Deku.

Then, as the two continue to talk, All Might brings up the fact that he is worried for Izuku. And Bakugou is too, to which he does not deny in any sort of way.

Note: once again, even when they’re not on the battle field, Bakugou looks so worried for Deku. Many have speculated that him looking tired throughout this chapter (ch. 284) has to do with him continuously worrying about Izuku and thinking about their past together.

Bakugou continues the conversation as he talks about how Deku does not understand how special he is. All Might brings up the idea of atonement and questions Bakugou as to whether that is what he is doing with Deku as a way to make up for their past, to which Bakugou does not disagree upon. The conversation then ends with All Might talking about how the two will eventually get to talk this out together and allow for Bakugou to express his worries for Deku to him.

Then, the scene changes back to the battle field as Endeavor uses his Prominence Burn onto Shigaraki, only for it to fail as he got right back up due to his regeneration.

The battle continues between Deku and Shigaraki (who at this point is AFO) as he releases Quirk Activation spikes in Izukus direction.

Kacchan, seeing as Deku is about to get hurt, rushes to him in an instant.

Throughout this scene, we see Bakugous inner monologue. Here, we are shown all his regrets with his and Dekus relationship. How he completely regrets bullying him in the past. Deku are his final thoughts in a moment where he thinks he is about to die.

Kacchan had his “my body moved on its own” moment as he rushed in to save Deku.

After Bakugou was hit, his first words to Deku were to try and calm him down and to tell him to not win this on his own.

Upon seeing Kacchan hurt, to even say that Deku went bat shit crazy would be an understatement. He was absolutely livid as we see him fight like never before.

As Deku continues to fight against Shigaraki, Shouto flies up with his fire quirk to catch Bakugou as he is falling, to which he eventually grabs Deku after him and Shigaraki separate and Izuku starts to fall.

After putting them on the ground, Shouto goes back and fight with Nejire.

As Iida had arrived at the battle field by this point, he tries to help an injured Bakugou get out of the battle field. However, Bakugou refuses as he continues to fight.

Here, it is revealed that Bakugou, just by seeing Deku almost die, has never felt so close to death in his lifetime. Not when Bakugou got kidnapped. Not when class 1A was attack at the USJ, not after he was stabbed. It was the thought of Deku dying that made him feel like he was about to die.

The need to get to Deku caused for a quirk evolution as he had to advance his quirk in that moment to be able to reach Deku.

After the battle is done, Bakugou falls into a 2 day coma. When he wakes up, the first thing he asks is how Deku, Todoroki, Aizawa, etc. are doing.

Upon hearing that Deku is still asleep, Kacchan rushes out of bed to get to his room despite still being heavily injured. At this moment, Bakugou knew that he would not be able to talk to Deku. He just wanted to know if he was okay. He just wanted to see him.

After having to tie him up with Tsuyus tongue, knowing that that if they tie him up with anything else he would explode it, Bakugou yells “Why am I awake while you’re still asleep?” towards Dekus room as he is being dragged away by the class.

Many have taken that line as a way of showing that Bakugou fully expected to die for Deku at that moment. And he was willing to. Seeing that his effort to protect him failed and led to Deku being in a coma only greatly upset Kacchan.

At the moment that this has been written, Deku still hasn’t woken up and Kacchan was forced back to his room.

If after reading this post you still think that bkdk is toxic because of their past, I do want you to understand that people change. We all have a past, a present, and a future. You are not who you were in your past. You are who you are in the present, and you will be someone different in the future.

Bakugou clearly regrets how he treated Deku. This is not an opinion, this is a fact. He is trying to change and mend their relationship. They are living in the present right now, not the past.

Izuku does not hold any grudge against him and even admits that he feels blessed to be able to have conversations with Kacchan.

When it comes to Bakudeku, so many only look at the first episode. Even if you’re just an anime-only, the anime has DVK2. The episode where a lot of their progression comes from.

At this point, if you still think that their relationship is toxic, then im really not sure what to tell you. If your argument is still “in the first episode...” The no. Stop. We are 300+ chapters in. These two are the main protagonists and the show literally revolves around them. They are obviously going to grow. You can’t completely ignore this growth because of what happened in the first episode. You can’t only look at the things you want to and ignore the big picture.

[bukojuiice]

cuddle buddy! 🧸 chapter 21: light it up like dynamight! [katsuki bakugo x f! reader smau]

cuddle buddy! 🧸 chapter 21: light it up like dynamight!  [katsuki bakugo x f! reader smau]

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- (Y/N) is a soft, kind-hearted, quirky, and meme queen university student who lives alone in a cute little apartment complex. She mistakens Bakugo Katsuki for her old neighbors; an old woman and her granddaughter whom she absolutely adores. She leaves a giant teddy bear every day before the sun rises for the little girl to see. Not knowing that they had moved out suddenly, Katsuki who had just moved in had never seen such a huge fluffy abomination all his life that it nearly gives him a heart attack. Chaos ensues and you try your absolute best to make it up to the explosive cutie that is your next door neighbor.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

genre:  social media au, college au, normal/quirkless au, fluff, romance, crack, humor and lots of memes. lots of them.

warnings: strong language

status: updating

☆ asks are finally open and taglist is open! (would love to hear your thoughts and what not! c: to those who have asked to be in the taglist yet i have not responded to nor added please do message me or send an ask then i’ll answer privately! i’m really sorry! my notifications are a mess and i had no idea tumblr deleted asks from notifs 😭 another thing i’d like to add is that, to those who have already sent asks and are waiting to be tagged, i leave them unanswered so that i can remember everyone’s usernames to add to future chapters! will immediately reply once i’ve added you to the next one so don’t worry!)

[♡:  NEW BANNER FOR THE SMAU! DOES IT LOOK GOOD? uwu THE OPPORTUNITY WAS THERE SO WHY NOT AAAAAA As an ARMYWEEB you guys do not know how I pretty much shrieked from happiness when Bakugo’s hero name was finally revealed! As much as Ground Zero is a perfect name for him, it is disrespectful to the Japanese and honestly, the new super hero name fits him really well! bkg is still pretty much as big as a nerd as Izuku although he’s just really good at hiding it so I think Dynamight fits him perfectly now. please think of this as kind of like a filler chapter just so i can have bakusquad talk about bts SKKSKSKS i also headcanon that bakugo has really good music taste but he doesn’t want anyone to know bc he just rolls like that aaa i mean he knows how to play the drums for petesake! ]

[✿  psst if you wanna read my lame attempt on writing hcs for the three main bnha boys, feel free to read it here!]

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[anti-bkg]

Bakugo is a fictional character, if people look up to him as a role model then they have other problems. They will not think abusers can get away with it, because again he’s FICTIONAL. He apologized and you still make up excuses. His apology in this chapter wasn’t about him and wasn’t ignoring how Deku felt. Did you even see Deku’s face he was shocked and perplexed. Bakugo is not an abuser he’s a bully that’s it. Keep making up the excuses. Bakugo isn’t even done with his apology because he’s said he has many things to say. But I wouldn’t expect an anti to learn how to read a series correctly with someone who’s had character development since the beginning of the series.

How is him being a fictional character any way related to this? Yes while fiction doesn’t directly affect reality, the stories and feelings can affect people.

Seeing an abuser be forgiven so easily in a work of fiction can influence younger readers/watchers to think that if they are just as abusive, they’ll be forgiven just as easily.

If the apology wasn’t about how Bkg feels, then why do it in font of the entire class? Why not wait till Izuku agreed to go back to UA to apologise, or even as I suggested in a previous post, apologise earlier. There was plenty of time before the war arc to say all of the ‘may things he wants to say’, hell they spent the entire Endev*r internship arc together, why the hell not take a moment then?!

As for Izuku’s expression? He was surprised and perplexed at seeing Bkg there in the first place, Izuku’s been crying and emotional over everything 1A has been saying to him. (He’s also exhausted and tired as all hell, or did you forget that?)

Saying that Bkg isn’t an abuser? Do you know the definition of ‘abuser’? ‘a person who treats another person or animal with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly.’ Hmmm sounds familiar, kinda like the ~10 years Bkg spent putting Izuku down, calling him ‘useless’ (or ‘defenceless Izuku’ if you dub), yelling at him, using his dangerous quirk on him, destroying his property, and telling him to kill himself. There’s also the one moment after that, where Izuku was going to stand up for himself, Bkg non verbally threatened him with his quirk. And while yes, Bkg also fits the definition on a bully ‘An act of intimidating a weaker person to do something, especially such repeated coercion.’ With the repeated use of his quirk, which one can argue is a weapons grade ability, on Izuku’s person + property for 10 years, Bkg crossed the line of bully to abuser.

Also, character development since the beginning? The same beginning where bkg said ‘he won’t die if he dodges’ & purposely ignored his teammate to hunt down Izuku? The same finals where Izuku was only trying to work as a team, only to be backhanded? (And in movie context, the same Bkg that lounged around the 1A agency during heroes rising, complaining that there wasn’t any bad guys to fight & ignoring everything else that goes with being a hero?)

Yet I’m the one that needs to reread/rewatch the series, sure.

(Also, wow, thanks for proving my point that stans go into anti tags to start sh*t. If you had the anti tags filtered/blacklisted like any normal person, you wouldn’t see my posts anyways, so…)

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

begin again

Ro actually posting early and not at 11:50????? what is this??? what is happening????

yeah that’s right BITCHES i’m posting early since i did this YESTERDAY which means wednesday (hopefully) will ALSO be early

but idk bc i’m having a DC brainrot rn specifically i made an oc and an entire alien race so i’ve been pretty dead set on writing that rn BUT fear not the next chapter will be good especially bc that’s when the angst ball starts rolling

anyways once again asking for requests for little side blurbs since my x singer! reader did so well which btwwwwww holy guacamole y’all blew that up thank you so much!! it feels so good to have spent so much time on that and it get recognized 🥺🥺🥺

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- did you notice that i went back and fixed all the little aesthetics on the previous chapters 😺😺😺😺😺 that literally took like two hours what the hell (the older chapters were SO ugly holy shit how did y’all let that slide)

- also i saw the comments on the last post i promise i will drop that lore soon!!

- when yn is super into her work she completes shuts the world out like gone bye so when toshi was talking to her she was like “uh huh, yeah totally, okay” when in reality she has no idea what he’s saying

- i added that user saying the parks and rec quote bc i knew not a lot of people would know/notice and I HAVE TO BE SEEN

- hopefully you noticed but bkg has started using lower caps for texting…just one of the many impacts yn has on him

- (pls ignore the upper case of that one comment tho i had a brain fart)

- which honestly this reminds me of how yn slowly got sho not to be a dry texter😭

- momo is so cute :((((

- hitoshi 100% is obsessed with those weird live streams and trolls them

- zu is always digging for the tea or gossip and i love him for that

- zu and sho were sitting next to each other picking out which pic they would send at the same time😭😭

- idk who to make sero’s love interest since my main ship is with him and todoroki so PLEASE put down a character (or even an oc!!! i love oc’s!!!!) that i can set him up with bc SINCE IM NOT IN LOVE MY CHARACTERS WILL BE DAMMIT

- …sorry that was aggressive

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[astersofthesky]

I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

[bakumu-archive]

that vampire bkg fic was so good??? omg i loved it sm!! would you ever do a part two? <3

Thank you so much!! I really love it and feel like it's one of my best pieces 💖

I dont think I will ever do a "part 2" because if I ever wrote about it again I'd want to start from the beginning of the story and make it a huge long chaptered fic 😅

I might make that happen eventually but as of right now it's not on my radar. That's not to say it won't ever happen, just not right now!

Plus I kinda like that it's so open and that readers can invision their own story!

[sat0sugu-angst]

My Hero Masterlist

Hey everyone! Here's all my original content for MHA 😊 keep in mind other than the sfw content I only really write for bakugo (I have a few shoto hcs but not much)

Fics & One Shots

Into You Masterlist roommate!bkg x afab!reader

nsfw. content warnings at the beginning of each chapter

In a Daze bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. smoking 🍃, afab!reader, mentions of a strap, bratty!reader, soft dom!bkg, exhibitionism (kinda not really), dry humping, body worship, cock riding, creampie

Just Friends friend!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. afab!reader, dom!bakugo, subby!reader, that knee thing hehe, unprotected sex, creampie, overstim, dacryphilia

Sweet Dreams bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. needy!bkg, dom!reader (ish), oral (f. receiving), dry humping, creampie, implied aftercare

Birthday Wish bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. bottom!katsuki, afab!reader (though no pronouns used), pet names, pegging, reader occasionally refers to strap as their cock, rimming (m. receiving), aftercare, soft!bkg

Kiss & Make Up bf!bkg x reader

cw: sfw. hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, pet names (princess), not proofread

Perfection bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. afab!reader (no pronouns used), degradation (reader receiving), bratty!reader, hurt/comfort

'I Only Need Ten Minutes' bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. afab!reader, established relationship, oral (f.receiving), fingering (f.receiving), pet names (babe/y), thicc reader, dirty talk, reader is thirstyyyy

A Fortunate Misunderstanding Masterlist prohero!bkg x journalist!reader

nsfw. content warnings at the beginning of each chapter

Fight Me, Fuck Me bf!bkg x afab!reader

cw: nsfw. afab!reader, reader is described as feminine but no pronouns are used, prohero!bkg, toxic behavior but yall apologize, established relationship, pet names (babe, my love), bakugo pays a lot of attention to your ass and thighs, reader and bkg are switchy asf, multiple orgasms, creampie, squirting, light spanking

Drabbles

High Katsuki tingz pt. 1 pt. 2 bkg x gn!reader

cw: sfw. oiu'd, established relationship, cuddles

Aftercare with Katsuki

cw: nsfw. mentions of bite marks/hickeys, sexual themes (duh) but overall pretty fluffy, not really proofread

Going Dancing w Bakugo

cw: nsfw. unedited, fluff, fem!reader but no pronouns used, slight bimbo!reader, reader is drunk, slight somnophilia (w consent), mastubation (m.receiving), oral (m.receiving), cock riding

Drunk MHA Crew

cw: sfw. drinking, gn!reader, crack, fluff, humor

How Bakugo Confesses His Feelings

cw: sfw. fluff, pro hero!bkg, sidekick!reader, gn!reader

Thoughts Abt You Based On Your MHA Simp

cw: sfw. I'll probably roast you🤷🏻‍♀️ but it's✨️for the jokes✨️, I'm not caught up on the manga so no spoilers here 🙈

Headcanons

MHA Reacting to Gossip Prank

sfw. fluff, humor, established relationships

Katsuki & Kinks

nsfw. content warnings for individual posts

Bakubrainrot

cw: sfw. fluff

Katsuki Is Only Soft For You

cw: sfw. fluff, mild pda, possessive bkg, light thwap on the 🍑 but its barely sexual, katsuki is a meanie bc ofc he is

Living with Katsuki

cw: sfw. fluff, romance, suggestive stuff, bf!bkg, domestic shit, mention of fighting

Teaching Bakugo How to Dance

cw: sfw. fluff, some suggestive but not really

Bakugo in Bed

cw: nsfw. afab!reader, reader squirts once, dom!katsuki, soft!katsuki (bc I love both hehe), biting (f. receiving)

Massages w Katsuki

cw: nsfw. some suggestive content, nothing explicit tho, hella fluff.

Bakugo Headcanons

cw: fluff, female reader, some spice, bakugo is a lil mean

When You Bring Up Pegging

cw: nsfw. mentions of anal (m. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, mentions of sex toys, afab!reader

My Faves & Cuddles

cw: hella fluff, afab reader, some suggestive content

How My Faves Deal w Bratty Behavior

cw: nsfw. dom/sub dynamics, some of my faves are bullies and some are soft but that's how I like it. suggestive/spicy content obvi

My Faves When They're Touch Starved

cw: fluff, a lil spice, shigure

My Faves and Their Fave Position

cw: nsfw. dom!toji, yuta is a lil tease

main masterlist