#katsuki bakguou

[hokusu]

✩ Bakugou Katuski + For Anto @aslaanjade ✩

[faulty-writes]

hello it's me again and I was wondering if you could bully mirko and bakugo (separately) again x male reader who loves their friends to the max but when they see their friends gets bullied by them to point where they cry they get mad VERY MAD and then BANG big ol right hook to the face (possibly cracking the skull a bit but that doesn't matter) sorry if you don't like it I just want a good outcome for the reader take as much time as you need and enjoy

[ Hello! I'm always happy to have a returning customer! We got a reader who isn't afraid to stand up to the bullies, let's see how it turns out. ]

You and Rumi had a history that began when you enrolled at Shiketsu High School. She was your upperclassman, and many people teased that she liked you. This is because you were her primary bullying target, and you learned to live with that. But you never imagined she'd start bullying your friends as well.

"Yeah, man! She just pushed me against the lockers and kept asking me about you! What's your deal with her!?" For a hero student, she wasn't so heroic, at least not in your opinion. It was also very concerning that she'd be willing to hurt your friends to get information about you from them.

You knew your friends liked appearing tough, and you couldn't blame them considering the hero students seemed to be the highlight of the school. But when you noticed bruises on them in the locker room and they laughed off your concern, you boldly assumed, "It was Usagiyama, wasn't it?" You'd need to confront her about this sooner or later.

When you saw Rumi twisting the arm of one of your friends and tears run down their cheeks. You ran up and pushed her away, but she smirked at you when she fell to the ground instead of being angry. "Oh look who it is, pretty face or should I say pretty boy, is here to save his little friend." You were lucky she didn't attack you then and there.

After you confronted her, she sought more attention from you. To stand up to her meant you were bold or foolish. Either way, she wanted more of it. She wanted to see you angry and hurt and if she had to bully your friends to do that, so be it.

"Heh," she smirked and touched her sore jawline. "That's all you got, pretty boy? You're weaker than I thought," she said after your friend ran to you with tears streaming down their face, leading you to punch her. "Come here!" she growled, jumping from the ground only to tackle you back onto it. Long story short, the two of you were suspended.

Most people avoided Katsuki Bakugou for obvious reasons. Your case was different. You were his favorite bullying target and many of your classmates teased you about it. Frankly, you didn't believe Katsuki bullied you because he liked you, rather it was because you were an easy target or so you thought.

"Hey look it's Bakugou! Why don't you go talk to him Y/n!?" one of your friends teased during lunch when they saw Katsuki passing by. Despite your attempts at telling your friend to be quiet, it was too late. Katsuki stomped over growling as he slammed his hands onto the table. "You got something to say!?" he demanded before dumping your tray of food over your friend's head.

It was unusual for your friend not to meet you in the morning. However, you quickly found out why when you turned down the hallway and noticed a crowd forming. Katsuki tripped your friend while walking down the hallway and pinned them against the lockers. Naturally, you were horrified but this didn't stop you from running over, grabbing Katsuki's arm, and demanding he stop.

"Oh, d-don't worry this is nothing!" Your friends tried to reassure you when they walked into class covered in leaves, dirt, and bruises. You knew immediately who was responsible and needed to confront him before this got out of hand despite your friend's warning not to interfere.

"Not so tough without your stupid glasses, are you!?" Katsuki grinned as he stepped on your friend's innocent spectacles, breaking them in half. Once again, a circle of students formed and you watched, trying to respect your friend's wishes. However, as soon as you saw tears streaming down their face, you rushed over and punched Katsuki straight in the jaw.

Rumors spread about the punching incident. While the teachers should do something about it, you and he denied the interaction despite the bruise on his jawline. Still, when you passed him in the hallway with your friends, you exchanged a glare. Katsuki knew you weren't frail and wouldn't back down while you knew he'd continue bullying you and your friends.

[pollypenname]

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Content Warning: Dry Humping, Grinding, PIV Sex, Riding, Female Domination, Power Dynamics, Begging

Be Gentle

[The Tinker, chapter 88]

Fuck. Finally, Bakugou thought.

How long had it been since he'd been able to kiss her? Really kiss her? The hospital seemed years ago, and it only felt longer when he realized how much he'd missed this. Kissing rules. Is that why all those extras are constantly down each others' throats? Yeah, he couldn't blame them now. He'd missed her more than he could say.

With one hand supporting behind her head and the other around her waist, Bakugou pulled his girlfriend in tighter. The kiss had started gently, and he knew it should stay that way to avoid exacerbating her injury, but damn was it getting hard to hold back. When he let his hands wander downwards to grip her hips and yank her closer to him, Y/N hissed slightly.

"Gotta be gentle, Kat," She reminded him softly. Her voice drifted into his head and did all sorts of evil things to the rest of his body. Everything about her made him ache with desire.

"Fuck, I'm... trying," He grumbled, trying not to show his frustration. Damn his rough movements– he really was trying, honest, but the excitement kept building and nearly forcing his body to get closer, tighter, touch her more and more...

Y/N couldn't fight back the small grin on her lips at Bakugou's struggle. It was... almost cute to see him like this; just barely on the edge of desperation. She wanted to see more of that side of him.

When she wrapped her arms around Bakugou's neck to pull him lower, moving her kisses to his cheek and then his neck, Katsuki started feeling a bit dizzy. It felt like the floor was spinning around him when her lips pressed softly into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, I wanna..." He started. He was struggling to find the words. "I–I need more. Can we... can we go to–"

"Yes," Y/N whispered in between kisses. "But you gotta–"

As gently as Bakugou was able (which wasn't very), he wrapped his hands around Y/N's thighs and pulled her up so she was wrapped around his waist.

Shit. His dick, which was now really hard, pressed right in between her legs and the pressure had him seeing stars. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he carried his girlfriend into his old dorm room, using his leg to close the door behind him. He couldn't help but be in a hurry– after approaching his old bed, he let her drop onto the mattress below– and she yelped in pain.

Fuck.

"Oh shit, I totally– Fuck. Are you okay?" Dammit, Katsuki, he thought to himself. Gentle. Be gentle, goddammit.

Y/N's held the side of her head tenderly. "All good," She said through a grimace. "Gentle isn't really your forte, is it Kat?"

Guilt made his stomach drop a bit. "Dammit," he muttered. "We can't do this.I can't do this." His arms were on either side of her but he lowered his head, unable to look her in the face.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm fine. Just... slow down a bit."

"I..." Bakugou felt his cheeks getting a bit warm and he turned to look at the wall. "I dunno if I can like... hold back. I dunno if I can be gentle," He said breathlessly, his eyes darting to her for a moment to gauge her reaction. "Not when you uh... look... like this."

Y/N didn't want that comment to do things to her, but it did. Bakugou was having a hard time controlling himself, and it was... hot. It was really hot.

"If you can't, then I can."

Bakugou looked at her this time but his eyebrows were squinted in suspicion. "Huh?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck this time, causing another jolt to run downward. "Lemme be on top. If I'm on top, I can choose the pace, I can–"

"No," He interrupted before thinking.

Y/N huffed in annoyance. "Katsuki, you can't always be in control."

"Why the hell not?"

There was a pause before Y/N responded. "Alright," She sighed. "It's okay. You're not ready. We'll do somethin else, alright?" Y/N gave his chin a quick kiss, unable to reach his lips from this angle.

Before Bakugou could protest, she was shifting off the bed and crawled over to the small TV on his floor. "Imma go grab my switch, we can play some minecraft again. I still wanna find a cat. There are some in villages near our base, so if we..."

Katsuki was definitely not listening. Wait. Wait a second. He didn't want to stop. He just... needed a minute to think it through. Yeah, that's it. He just needed to process... what it would be like.

Y/N's hand was on the doorknob when he finally spoke up. "Wait," He grunted.

She turned to look at him but didn't let go of the door. "Wassup? Not feeling Minecraft?" Y/N glanced at her watch briefly. "I guess it's kinda late, huh? Maybe we just–"

"I don't like when I'm not in control."

Y/N stared at him, hoping he'd elaborate on whatever the fuck he was talking about. "Uh... huh?"

"But maybe... maybe I can, if..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and ease his discomfort after being so honest. "If it's you."

She seemed to catch on now. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not interested if you're not gonna like it."

"I would. With you, I... think I would."

Y/N's eyes squinted a bit in suspicion. "I dunno if I buy it. You sure, Kat?"

"Don't make me say it again," He grumbled. He couldn't stand how vulnerable this felt and the idea of expressing more made him feel physically ill. The blush on his cheeks was spreading to his neck now. Ugh, he looked adorable.

The silence that followed did nothing to make him feel better. Katsuki couldn't figure out where the hell he should be looking– it was too much to look her in the eye, but looking away felt cowardly.

"Get on the bed," Y/N said. It almost seemed like she was gauging his reaction.

Fighting pretty much every instinct Katsuki had built up over his 18 years, he obeyed, and backed up until his legs hit the mattress and he sat. He leaned back against his hands to avoid the decision of what he was supposed to do with them.

Bakugou watched, chest pounding, as Y/N made her way over to him and slowly straddled his lap, looking down at him. "This is gonna be slow," She breathed. "A lot slower than you're used to." Her head tilted a bit to the side and it made his breath catch in his throat. "Will you be able to handle it?"

"Can you just fucking touch me already?" He grunted. Her weight on his dick was making him throb impatiently. Maybe h ecouldn't handle it.

"Yes or no, Kat?"

"Yes. Fuck, just... just do something." His fingers itched to touch her– he could physically feel the nitroglycerin building in his palms with anticipation.

Finally, fucking finally, Y/N reached down to pull off her shirt. Bakugou could barely breathe when she reached down again to do the same to him. After the fabric slipped over his head his body tensed at the newfound sensation. He spent a few minutes letting his eyes drift over her body, wanting to memorize how she looked right now. "Can I take your bra off?"

Y/N smiled slightly and nodded at him, impressed at how polite and docile he was being. When his warm fingers brushed against her skin to unclip the item of clothing she inhaled sharply, which didn't go unnoticed. Bakugou smirked at her reaction before tossing her bra onto the ground.

This time, Bakugou didn't ask beforehand– he put his hands on her hips and let them glide upward as he leaned in to kiss her again– and just like their last kiss, he couldn't satiate his hunger for her. He nipped at her bottom lip to ask for access, and when her mouth opened slightly he let his tongue wander against hers.

Dammit, he was getting really good at kissing.

Bakugou's thumbs flicked against her nipples as he groaned into her mouth. Her hips shifted and he could barely help the way his hips jolted up to gain more friction; but it wasn't enough.

Katsuki's hands moved back to Y/N's hips as he began guiding her back and forth along his hard cock, and he wished desperately that there weren't so many layers between them.

Y/N seemed to agree, immediately sitting up to slip off her pants. Her panties followed after and he bit his lip when he got to see her this bare. That familiar rush of adrenaline made its way through his body as his chest started to rise and fall quickly– his thoughts were disappearing now, too. All that was in his head was Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, repeating like a goddamn prayer in his mind.

"You too," She said. "Take 'em off."

Bakugou knew he looked too eager when he pulled his pants off in a hurry, but he was getting to the point where he didn't really care. He remembered this feeling– his mind emptying as his actions were dictated almost entirely by how desperately he wanted his dick inside of her. She knew it, too, and was toying with him.

"Get back here please," He said impatiently, grabbing her hand to guide her back onto his lap.

She was going to quip back and tell him how much she liked hearing him say please, but when her thighs touched his as she sat, the reminder at just how warm his skin was shocked her out of it.

He put one hand under her thigh and the other behind her back as he pulled her tighter against him. "That's better," He whispered. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she grabbed his shoulders and began grinding against him again– this time with no layers of clothes between them.

Bakugou started panting at the feeling of his aching cock rubbing between her lower lips, back and forth, over and over again.Holy shit, this was heaven. Holy fucking shit.

That was when Bakugou started feeling powerless to what Y/N wanted from him, and he... liked it. She was using his dick to get off and it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen– but it was also starting to make him antsy. "Holy shit," He gasped. "Holy shit, Tinkerbell... you're this wet?"

Y/N couldn't help but cry out when his hands returned to her hips, trying to make her move faster along his rock hard cock. "There we go. Fuck. You look so fucking pretty grinding on me. Holy shit..." His words morphed into a groan as his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Every little whine and gasp that came out of Y/N's mouth seemed to make his hips move faster and his grip tighten. His arm shot out to grab the back of her neck and pull her closer so he could leave sloppy kisses along her neck, his other hand still guiding Y/N back and forth along his length. "Fuck. Lemme... lemme put it in," Bakugou groaned. "Lemme put my dick in you, please?"

"God, I like when you say please," Y/N breathed out.

"Please, please, please," He begged. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Please lemme put it in." He sounded desperate at this point, but once again, he didn't really care. Not when she felt this good dragging her wet pussy against his erection.

Y/N halted her movements and Bakugou nearly moaned in desperation. He put his hands back on the sheets, gripping them in anticipation while Y/N sat up on her knees. "Katsuki," She said. He looked into her eyes, both of them flushed and panting. "Hold still, okay?"

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

Every muscle in Bakugou's body was clenched hard to keep himself from acting rashly. Don't move, he told himself. Don't fuck this up.

Y/N's fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, making Bakugou shiver as she pressed his tip against her entrance. A drop of her slick made its way down his dick and it took every fiber of his being not to pull her down onto him.

Instinctually his hand went to hold her hip, but with her other hand she snatched his wrist and held him there. "What did I say, Kat?" She said slowly, still not looking away from where they were about to join.

Before he could protest, Y/N finally lowered herself, his dick slipping in with ease at how wet she was. "Oh, f-fuuuckkk," He moaned, unable to stop himself. Once his entire length was inside of her, Y/N sighed out in relief at the intrusion.

"God, your dick feels good," She gasped. "Don't move."

He didn't. He stayed motionless while his entire body screamed at him to grab her and fuck her properly, fuck her deep and hard like he wanted. But he wasn't in charge this time.

Eventually, Y/N started moving; and when she did, Bakugou felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The pleasure was otherworldly. He felt his dick pulse and throb as she raised and lowered herself on him over and over again. He yanked his wrist out of her grasp and with both hands gripped the sheets for dear life.

"Breathe, baby."

Had she said something? Bakugou was pretty sure she did, but whatever it was couldn't be as important as what he was experiencing in that second on his cock. Everything was starting to go white.

A few taps of Y/N's hand against his cheek seemed to bring him back. "Kat, baby, you gotta breathe," He heard her say. Without thinking he started gasping for air– had he really not been breathing? Bakugou heard himself now, panting loudly. With his lungs no longer burning he started moaning.

Y/N's motions didn't stop, and they certainly didn't speed up. Katsuki looked down at where he was entering her and his body shivered at the unholy sight.

"Hey, are you okay?" Y/N's voice sounded miles away. The ringing in his ears from the overwhelming sensations were almost deafening. What did she say?

Then her motions stopped and he groaned. "Nonono, don't stop," He groaned in desperation. His hands seemed to come back to life and he grabbed her waist, the warmth making Y/N's eyes flutter shut as she sighed. "I'll go slow, I just need... shit..."

"Wait. If we..." Y/N interrupted. She grabbed Katsuki's shoulders and rotated both of them, then pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. His head landed on his pillow as she'd planned and he took several deep breaths as she propped her arms up by his head, looking directly down at him. Then, she sank down again until he was fully inside her.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. "God, Y/N, you... you feel so perfect," He groaned. With his hands he lifted her off his cock slightly, then began slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."

Y/N didn't mind him taking over like this, not when he looked this desperate. Bakugou's mouth hung open and his brow furrowed into the most beautiful, fucked-out expression she'd ever seen.

Katsuki's dick was pushing inside at the perfect angle, not letting up against that perfect spot that had her whining above him. "Does that feel good? Right here?" He panted. "Should I keep fucking you right here?" He ended his statement with several punctuated thrusts against her G spot and she nearly screamed at how good it felt.

"Shit. You look so pretty when I fuck this spot," He teased. "Should I keep goin?"

"God, yes," Y/N cried.

Confidence surged through Katsuki's veins and one of his hands left her hips to grab her jaw and force her to look at him. "Say please."

Y/N was too close to orgasm to care that he'd stolen the power back. Her core tightened in desperation. "Please, please don't stop–"

"Again."

"Katsuki, please make me cum, please–"

Bakugou was getting close too, but he wanted to feel her finish first. He let go of her chin and grabbed her hips once more, and instead of speeding up, he made his thrusts stronger and deeper, making sure to abuse the spot inside her that turned her into a mess.

"I'm close," Y/N whined. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop–"

"That's it, lemme feel you cum on me."

And she did. Y/N's orgasm ripped through her, her cunt tightening and pulsing on Katsuki's dick. It was unrelenting– there was nothing she could do as he pushed himself as deep as he could go to heighten her orgasm. Her legs shook while her pussy choked out her boyfriend's cock.

Feeling her cum on him was enough to send him right over the edge behind her. His lower body went rigid and seized, Y/N's walls milking him for all he was worth. "Fuck– Fuck, I'm cumming," He moaned. His cum pumped inside of her and painted her insides with his seed during what was easily the most euphoric orgasm of his life. His hips involuntarily thrusted one, two, three more times, both of their releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.

When he finally let go of her hips, Y/N leaned her head back and panted to try and get enough air again. "Holy shit."

His dick finally stopped throbbing inside of her and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Yeah... holy shit."

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[alornights]

⟢ habits

➜ in which ! they pick up your habits.

💌 ﹫i. midoriya, s. todoroki, k. bakguou, h. sero n. monoma, y. shindo, h shinso.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — my first ever tumblr post. woah.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IZUKU MIDORIYA — walking around in circles while listening to music.

found you in your dorm walking in circles with headphones in, eyes staring off into space, and your arms moving every so often.

he doesn't know what to think at first so he leaves you alone (he takes a video though for blackmail.)

next day he enters your dorm your doing it again right after an hour-long training session. and all he could think was 'what the fuck' and proceeds to start giggling like a madman.

after lots of laughs on one end and fake crying on the other, he finds out that you think better when walking around, and pair that with music, you're unstoppable.

after this you freely do this in his company and tbh, he finds it both hilarious but adorable especially with your hand movements.

he decided to try out for funsies and the amount of things that were solved and created in that hour of him walking around with music is unbelievable. so he continues.

and before he knew it, he was walking around the entire dorm for an hour straight listening to music while imagining himself in a multitude of scenarios that he'd never tell a soul.

has also embarrassed himself doing that. now he has to do multiple people favors so that shit isn't leaked.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SHOUTO TODOROKI — using hands to speak

when he first started talking to you he was overwhelmed whenever you talked because of your hand motions.

but as time when on he found it pretty cool because it just emphasized how you felt, and he liked that.

for example, the day you were ranting to him about some girl who bitched about you being fake and your hands were everywhere demonstrating how you could beat her up.

or when you're singing and would make all sorts of gestures that match the lyrics (he especially liked it when it was towards him)

he realizes that this could maybe help him express his emotions i little more after he had picked up your habit randomly one day.

used it on endeavor, the man was so confused and he was more focused on the hand motions than what the poor boy was saying.

also started using it around his friends, which went as well as it could've. because apparently, they had been using it a bit. he finally understands what they're trying to say now.

now you two have such fun ranting about things.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KATSUKI BAKUGOU — blankly staring at people.

i mean, it's not like he didn't do this already. but it intensified after getting with you and spending way to much time with you.

whenever someone said something that made you cringe, angry, or stunned, you would slowly turn to them with the blankest stare ever, unable to form any words.

it happened to him and he was so uncomfortable.

but when it happened to others it was the funniest thing to him.

would purposely make people say dumb shit and DO dumb shit just to see you stare and your victim's reactions.

and as time went on, he unconsciously started picking it up.

you thought people were uncomfortable or scared when you did it? now imagine you AND bakugou doing it together.

he doesn't know when or how he picked it up, all he knows is that he loves using it.

midoriya starts going on a rant about heroes? he shuts up the minute bakugou starts turning his head. denki is about to say yet another dumb thing? halfway he stops knowing the look he's gonna get.

he knows better to do it to you though. tried to doing a stare off but felt even more uncomfortable that before he got the habit.

he thanks you every day for making it one of his habits.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HANTA SERO — dancing to songs but the dance is from another song.

started when you were in his dorm and he was playing beyonce and out of nowhere you start doing the "tell me" dance. and it kept going. for every song. the same part of the dance on repeat.

it happens again during class when the class was practicing their dance skills for the festival and you just started doing a tiktok dance that somehow fits way too well with the song.

when asked all you could answer was "the beat matches."

so every time he watches you dance he somehow manages to remember the steps and unconsciously started doing the same thing as you.

got called out by his friends for doing a random kpop dance to a pitbull song when they were just hanging out.

he wants to cry and you cheer.

but he continues doing it anyways because its fun.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NEITO MONOMA — cheeking food before eating it.

whether you're a picky eater or have allergies or just don't like certain foods, you decide to check your food always.

and monoma found that weird but interesting.

started checking your food for you whenever you couldn't and unconsciously checking his own food for both things he didn't like and things you didn't like.

was totally oblivious to this until his friends got annoyed every time he wanted to eat something of theirs.

hates but loves you for this now.

actually saved him one time at a restaurant where he checked his food and found something he was allergic to.

he thanked you so much after that !

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ YO SHINDO — mumbling but making sure others hear.

when he first met you were mumbling a lot, and most of the time you weren't even trying to hide what you were saying.

"if you couldn't get into yuuei and had to go to a no-name hero school, no room to speak. at all."

everyone around wanted to beat the shit out of you, but shindo, he found it so funny that he started laughing like a maniac.

he found you so funny that he actively sought you out afterward and started hanging out with you. yes because your funny, but mostly to see people's reactions to your mumblings

especially loves it when you shit-talk people right to their face.

he's so very conscious that he picked up your habit and takes it with glee now that he can piss people off in a funnier way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HITOSHI SHINSO — playing with hands.

the day after you two became friends you randomly grabbed his hands and started playing with it and cracking his knuckles.

bro was star struck, never having been one to be affectionate.

was kind of uncomfortable with it at first but didn't really say anything because he didn't really care.

but then he started enjoying the way you played with his hands and then actively started playing with your hands.

then drawing on your hand, waving your hand around, using your fingers to type on his phone, almost bit your finger once...

he got so used to it that he forgets he's in public / in front of friends and will do whatever with your hands because he's bored.

almost did it to one of his classmates and he wanted to die.

hates you for that, but loves you for introducing it to him.

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; edging + sub!bakugou + soft dom!gn!reader, restraints, praise kink, no titles used 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a/n ; it really would be sub bakguou to get me at least a little bit out of my writing slump lol

"Fuck you," Katsuki can feel his voice starting to lose it's gruff. The words come out hoarse and choked - but in his defense he's miserable right now "Let me cum, fuck."

Your smile is wry as you put your thumb over the slit of his cock, a pathetic amount of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you stop the motion in your hand completely. He swears at the lack of contact, tugging against his restraints to no avail.

You look delighted by him. Even worse you look hungry. It's the kind of bottomless lust that Katsuki is never confident he can appease. In every context he finds you unselfish and giving. Not like this though. Like this you look like you'd make yourself sick if you tried to satisfy your every desire.

You let your thumb touch against his spent cock gently. He hasn't cum once. Not a single time today. Hours of bringing him to the edge of frustration before stopping completely. You let him have his come down each time. Let him be lulled into a false sense of security before bringing him back.

He wants to cum. He's not asking for fucking much, he just-

You're not budging. You never do with him. There's a breaking point he has to hit before you even think about giving him so much mercy and he knows that. Even then, he hopes that you'll give in sometimes. That once you'll give into his demands.

You bend at the waist and get between his legs to blow on his cock, red and angry and flush - and it twitches like it's ready to spill. He hears you laugh, all bubbly and delightful and grits his teeth.

"Why should I do that?"

"B-because, you fucking," He shakes, shudders as your hand brushes along the inner part of bitten thigh. Marked to hell and back, he's sweating and sticky "Because it—"

"Does it hurt? Any pain?"

He shakes his head, tries to reason with you but you cut him off "So you're just frustrated."

Yes. Obviously. But that's not the answer you're looking for. He shuts himself up, a shuddery breath pushing out of his lungs. Before he knows what's happening, your palm wraps around his cock again, hot velvet over steel. He bites the inside of his cheek as you start to move, hard and fast.

But temporary, a spike of pleasure rupturing him from the inside out before pulling your hand away again.

"Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck."

You laugh again, placing the same hand on his shoulder. You smooth down the curves of his body. Stopping to squeeze at the fat of his chest, smoothing thumb over nipples and fingers over scar. He's shaking, core tight and tense as he chases a high that keeps disappearing. Maybe he can will himself to cum.

"I don't want to let you cum," You say with amusement, staring at him. Katsuki can feel your eyes on every inch of his face. The way they're tracing his expression, trying to commit his despair to memory. You're all kinds of twisted to him. "I think I'd prefer to leave you here like this. Undo your restraints, maybe make myself cum, and go to sleep. Sounds like more fun."

A sense of dread builds in his stomach. He looks at you in the face, in your eyes this time. Pleading, silently. You give him another smile, unreadable. Grinning so hard that you burst into laughter again, before putting a fake pout. He's going to cry. Son of a—

"Aw, what? No dice? Do you really have to cum that bad?"

Evil. You're evil, he thinks. He almost screams and it's like you know he's going to. You're planning on it, looking on with giddy delight. You bites his cheek, stops himself from doing it and you soften immediately. You coo at him, lovingly tender as you use your hand to cup his jaw. Tugging on his lower lip, he opens his mouth. You stick your fingers into it, and he sucks on instinct. It gives his brain something to focus on.

"Now you're being all well-behaved," You comment gently. He gives you a glare through his lashes but you don't budge "What do you want baby? Can you tell me nicely like a good boy?"

He's overwhelmed. It washes over him like a tidal wave, like his fingers are slipping off a cliffs edge. He's been holding onto it so tightly and now he can't get his footing again. He tries to glare a second time, but even he can tell he looks pathetic. He can see it when he looks at his reflection in your eyes.

You pull on his tongue with your fingers, letting the drool drip down your hand before pulling away. You touch his cock again, more mercifully this time but don't move.

"Now," You say, a single slow stroke up that leaves him shuddering "Is there something you'd like to ask me?"

Your voice is cool. Like a salve on his nerves. He wants to give into whatever abyss is waiting for him to drop into. He stares at you dazed, prideful and frustrated and wanting. You're grounding - expectancy swimming in your vision. Approval. He wants approval from you.

"I wanna cum," He slurs, choked up. You grin, another stroke.

"And how do we ask for things we want, baby?"

"S-sayin' please."

"That's right," You hum, another stroke. Precise with pleasure like you know every nerve of him, down the atom "So, what do we say when we want to cum?"

We. Like the two of you are intertwined. He feels fuzzy.

"C-can I please, hngh fuck, please cum? Please, needa,"

"Look at that," You say, picking up the pace as soon as the words leave his mouth. He braces himself for impact, hands gripping the edge of the chair with a harsh breath "Good boy. Good job baby, just incredible. My baby is so brilliant isn't he? Just a little misguided."

"Shit," His lower lip trembles, near tearful at the intensity of the situation "S-shit, shit. 's gonna, oh fuck - gonna,"

"A little more. Okay? Cum when I say so, think you can do that?"

He pushes out a breath "Y-yeah."

You lean forward to kiss him and Katsuki feels his spine melt. It's relieving and overwhelming - though the kiss itself is so gentle and sweet. He shudders, trembles under the weight of his own desire as he gets so harrowingly close to the edge. He whimpers this time, free of shame as you praise him through it.

"Cum for me baby," You say with finality. And he does immediately, not even a millisecond of time between you saying it and him doing it. He cums hard, feels his entire lower half lose it's strength as he fucks up into your hand. He feels something hot slip down his cheek, groaning as he finishes. He cums and keeps cumming - it goes on for minutes, forever. You talk him through it but the words don't make sense. He just listens for your voice and lets go until everything is out.

He slumps back into the chair he's restrained in, blinking open his bleary eyes as he watches you clean your hand with a nearby towel. You give him a warm look as he does, standing to your feet as you press a kiss to his hairline.

"You did so great this time. Such a prodigy."

He huffs.

"You get more evil every fucking time I swear."

You laugh.

"I can't help it when you're so cute."

"Don't make excuses, you bastard."

"Sorry, sorry. I love you, yeah? My good boy."

He flushes.

"Love you too. Now fuckin' untie me."

[anime-rambles]

Safe with Us: Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!MidoriyaTwinReader

Type: Angst, hurt, forced scenting.

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, Part 2 is here, many new fics to follow. I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

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Summary: You were Midroiya's twin, Bakugou's mate but life isn't easy and one day you were kidnapped, stripped from everything you know. Many years have passed, Bakugou has moved on but only now have you been able to escape, to return to your family. A family that has moved on.

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Bakugou held your hand the entire way to the door and before stepping inside Bakugou squeezed your hand one last time and walked in. The entrance way was huge and you could hear noise coming from a side room. A big booming laughter sounded from the room and different smells burst in your nose. You held Bakugou’s hand tighter just to make sure he was still there. You rounded the corner and you could see Midoriya which made you relax more. You looked around at everyone and could see about seven different people, you were not quite sure what their genders were because you are not used to using your senses but there was one thing for sure. The big red one at the back was definitely an alpha and he definitely was checking you out. 

“OMG DEKU, SHE’S ADORABLE” A high pitched voice sounded in front of your face and all you could see was pink. You backed up a little and didn't make eye contact, opting to hide at Bakugou side. “Look at that, green hair and all, definitely a Midoriya.” Another voice sounded to your right and someone was pulling at your hair gently. Bakugou just held you tighter, not saying much as he was used to the group. You whimpered slightly and tried to turn away again. You look at Midoriya and he was on the phone calling someone, you assumed it was his mate that was on patrol and you honestly couldn't wait to meet him but right now there were a lot. “Look at those cute freckles” Another voice said really close to you and you whimpered again, Bakguou went to speak but a loud voice sounded from across the room. 

“That’s enough, y/n has come a long way to be here and to join us, you can get to know her soon but right now she’s scared and half of you have to get to work, don't you” Kirishima said and raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You looked at Kirishima and nodded as a thank you. 

“So she can stay?” Midoriya asked as he put his phone away. Kirishima smiled and made his way to the large couch and sat down. “As if i would say no to your twin and Katsuki’s mate, stupid alphas.” Bakugou laughed and pulled you into a hug. He brought the two of you to the couch that Kirishima was sitting on, and he had placed you in the middle but you weren't squashed near him or anything. Bakugou was just letting you get used to the alpha. Midoriya sat on the other sofa, happily watching you. 

Bakugou reached for the remote and turned on a random film that had come up. He relaxed into the seat and tucked his arm around you. You couldn’t help but look at the mass of red beside you. You stared at this alpha, at his long red hair in a ponytail, you stared at his scar on his face, you stared at his lips and down his neck. You found yourself sniffing the air to see what he smelt like, Kirishima could feel you staring at him so he released some pheromones in the air. His arm that was resting on the back of the sofa was lazily rubbing Bakugou’s arm and his alpha was quite happy with the two of you. Your eyes met and Kirishima gave you a massive grin, causing you to giggle. 

You all could hear a crash at the front door and a lot of shuffling. Kirishima was up in an instant and Bakugou and Midoriya followed standing in front of you.   

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHINSO, LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO KNOW SHE'S SAFE,” A voice shouted that you recognised. Kirishima took a step forward and left the room. 

“You can’t just barge in here, hawks, what is it you want?” 

“She’s here right, let me see here, I need to know she’s okay” the voice pleaded and it snapped in your brain, it's Tango. He’s alive. You shoved forward and ran to the front door. 

“TANNNGOOOO” You shouted and threw yourself at the man. 

“Oh thank god y/n.” He held you tight and spun you around. Bakugou growled at the male which caused Kirishima and Midoriya to join him. 

“Tango? Hawks, explain yourself NOW.” Kirishima ordered. You raised your eyebrow at Tango and the male released you but bopped your nose first, causing you to giggle. 

“Right okay, I will explain myself but first to y/n, not you.” Tango turned to you. 

“Okay baby bird, my name is Hawks, well Kiego, I was undercover in the league of villains and my job was to get omega’s like yourself out and home. You were my last mission and I have tried for years to get you home and I finally did it, you-” You cut tango, no hawks off. “I'm home, thank you.” You threw your arms around hawks. Bakugou growled again and Kirishima smacked the back of his head. 

“That explains it then, no wonder you’ve been coming and going all these years but why wouldn't you tell us, she’s my sister.” Midoriya asked. Hawks looked at him and took a breath. “I was too risky, this was an operation set up by Allmight, he believed if you were to know who he had found the both of you would rush in and save her-” Baukgou cut in “Damn right we would have, without question.” Hawks just looked at Bakugou like he had just proved his point. “Which is why you couldn’t know, there was a lot more omega’s needed saving if you were to jump in guns blazing then I would not have been able to save them.” Hawks turned to you again and held your arm. “I’m sorry it took so long baby bird, but he was so close to you and I couldn’t get you alone” 

You opened your mouth to speak but the front door opened, Midoriya bounded over to the new person. As hawks took a step to the side the new person's scent entered the room. It caught in your throat, and you froze on the stop. That smell, it was Dabi, he’s here to take you away again. You began to panic, tears left your eyes and you began to shake. Bakugou stepped forward to pull you into his arms but Kirishima had already done it as you started to lean towards him. He held you tightly not really knowing what was going on, Bakguou joined your side and tried to calm you down as best as he could but nothing was working. Midoriya made his way through the crowd that had formed and held someone's hand. 

“Y/n this is Shoto my ma- hey wait what’s going on” Midoriya pulled his hand from Todoroki who stood there awkwardly. You started to give into your panic and you could barely hear anything anymore. You could only smell and feel Dabi, his face entered your vision and you began to try and scratch the feeling of his hands off your skin. “Hey, hey, hey ‘mega stop, what’s going on, talk to us” Bakugou spoke and Kirishima knelt on the ground holding you tightly. 

“He’s here to take me away, please don’t let me go, I don’t wanna go, I don't wanna go” you said over and over again as you sobbed into Kirishima. “No one is going to take you away little one, tell me what’s going on” Kirishima said. 

“Dabi, he's here, it's Dabi” You whispered to the red head. “What does my brother have to do with this?” Todoroki asked. Midoriya held his mate in his arms. Hawks spoke up, “Well now you know who’s had her all these years, and she didn’t have her own room, it was his and her nest was all him.” You began to shake. “Shoto my boy, as someone who has been around your brother a lot, I will say you smell like him, you're a little sweeter but it's still there.” 

Todoroki was crushed, his mate’s twin sister already hated him and probably couldn’t be around him. Todoroki went to take a step back but Hawks blocked him. “I said they were similar, not the same. Y/n’s been through a lot, let her get used to your scent and she’ll be okay.” He nudged his shoulder and then nodded at Midoriya to take him away quietly. 

“Listen boys, I am used to integrating Omega’s back in society after ordeals and she's been through a lot, from what I heard she also never had a heat because someone marked her all those years ago which I'm guessing was you.” Hawks gestured on his neck to Bakugou who just tck’d. “So, with her finally being next to her mate and a dominant alpha, take her upstairs, calm her down with a bath, make a nest she can always fix it later and use your pheromones to coax her omega out. It will have to happen sooner rather than later. Once all this happens, her omega will recognise Todoroki as someone else and not as  D-A-B-I okay, cool” Hawk stood to his feet and nodded at Shinso as he left the house. “Gives us a call if you have any questions, laters'' 

You had fallen asleep in Kirishima's arms and he looked at Bakugou for a moment who looked devastated. Once the red head stood up with you in his arms Bakguou joined him. Kirishima couldn’t stop smiling, his alpha was so happy right now. You were so cute in his arms and he was even more excited at the prospects that he could be very overprotective over you. He loved minding the omega’s in the pack but he could not overstep too much as all of them had mates. Bakugou would often let him be overprotective of him like he was an omega, mothering him really, but only when no one was around and less often than Kirishima would want. 

Kirishima had often asked Bakugou about his mating mark but Bakugou would never really answer, only bypass the question so Kirishima just let it be but now it all made so much sense. Why him and Midoriya would often disappear on Midoriya’s birthday for a few hours and come back often very sad and in need of comfort. Kirishima reached his own room as he had the bigger bath. As he reached for the door Bakugou growled at him, Kirishima looked over his shoulder at the alpha and raised his eyebrow ignoring it and reached for the door again, Bakugou responded the same. As Kirkshima turned to look at Bakugou, you woke up and were looking at Kirishima. 

“Hello little one, we're just getting a bath for you, so I’m going to place you on my bed for a moment. Is that okay.” You looked up at him as he entered the room, Kirishima ignored the growling Bakugou outside who seemed to be struggling with his alpha at that moment. You nodded and released a happy chirp at him, making Kirishima chuckle. 

“Looks like someone’s omega is happy with me then.” Kirishima said as he placed you on his bed. He watched as you instantly sunk into his pillows and tried your best to squish and hide yourself in his blankets. “Make yourself at home, we’ll be back in a minute.” Kirishima made his way to the door and as soon as Bakugou made eye contact with him his demeanor changed. He was no longer cheerful fun alpha, no, he was the strong alpha, the strongest in the pack, a dominant,  the pack alpha. 

Kirishima closed the door, and as soon as the door clicked shut, he reached forward quickly grabbing Bakugou’s throat and shoved him up against the wall, not giving him time to react. He pumped threatening pheromones in the air and he’ll his throat tightly. Bakugou struggled at Kirishima. 

“You want to explain to me, Katsuki, why you were growling at me?” Kirishima stared deep into Bakugou’s eyes. 

“I, I, don’t know Eiji, i do-” Kirishima held his throat tighter. 

“Don’t you ever growl at me again Katsuki, how are we supposed to be altogether if you alpha only sees her as yours.” Bakugou choked slightly but Kirishima hold stayed, this was not about Bakugou, this was about forcing his Alpha back to submission otherwise this would never work. Bakugou knew this deep down, that why he wouldn’t fight back, 

“I’m sorry Eiji, I’ll try better.” 

“KNOW.YOUR.PLACE” Kirishima used his alpha voice on Bakugou and stared into his eyes. It was like he could see Bakugou’s alpha back down. Tears started to fill Bakugou’s eyes which caused Kirishima to release his hold. Bakugou fell forward and Kirishima caught him, holding him tight in his arms and Bakugou cried. 

“I'm so sorry Eiji, I don’t know what happened, I want us all to be together so bad because I know you’ll love her but my alpha-” Kirishima cut him off, “is just being your Alpha, stubborn as always.” Kirishima kissed his head and wiped his tears away. Once Bakugou's breath returned to normal, the pair broke away. “Come on, we have an omega to take care of and train.” Kirishima smiled at Bakugou, entering the room.  

He froze, Bakugou bumped into him. “What the hell shitty hair.” 

“Hey bro, wasn’t there an omega on our bed?” He questioned as Bakugou joined his side. Once he saw that you weren’t there he ran to the bathroom to check.. nothing . 

“Where the hell is she?” Bakugou frantically looked around the room, under the bed in the wardrobe, while Kirishima just stared at his bed, at the nest you began to build out of his clothes. Pride filled his chest. 

“Don’t panic, she’ll be back.” 

“Don’t panic? Don't panic? Are you kidding me,where the hell is she” Bakugou shouted at Kirishima. The redhead simply grabbed his shoulders and pointed at the bed, at the nest. “What?” Bakugou asked. “Silly alpha look again” Bakugou stared at the bed and back at Kirishima. 

“What? Its your bed, with a nest” Baukgou looked at Kirishima again like what he said did not click in his mind. Kirishima raised his eyebrow and waited for the shoe to drop. “SHE’S BUILDING A NEST” Bakugou shouted,with a grin plastered on his face. “Yes she is.” Kirishima said and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

You entered the room, your arms filled with things from Bakugou’s room. It was not hard to find. You simply followed your nose. You honestly did not know what you were doing but it felt right. You stood beside the two males for a moment and looking in the same direction. With your arms filled of Bakugou's clothes you moved forward, placing things around your nest making it comfortable. You climbed in, removing some of your clothes, and rubbed against all the material. 

Closed your eyes for a moment, and kept on rubbing at your scent glands on your neck and wrist. They were swollen and were very sore and itchy. You opened your eyes and looked at the alphas and huffed. 

“Awh poor little ‘mega, you need help with something.” Bakugou said and made his way forward to you, placing a hand on your chin and moving your head to the side to get a look at your glands. 

“Look Eijirou” Bakugou gestured for the other alpha to join him on the perimeter of your nest. Kirishima looked at your neck and you began to feel impatient with the two of them. Pulling your head away from Bakugou you huffed again and tried to itch the glands. 

“Hey, hey, hey, stop, don’t do that little one.” Kirishima spoke and held your hands away from your neck.

“Help, they’ve never done this before, they ache badly.” You whimpered to the alpha. Kirishima sat down on the bed, for a split second you growled at the alpha but he only raised his eyebrow and your omega stopped. Rubbing his hand on yours, he made his way to your wrist and slowly massaged your glands there. You whimpered under his touch, it hurt at the beginning but now it felt amazing. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, breathing in the scents in the room. 

“Katsuki, can you go get some gland ointment from the bathroom,” Kirishima spoke and still rubbed on your glands. 

“It’s okay little one, it's just your body reacting to being around us. You’ve probably never used your pheromones so much before huh?” You looked up to him, tears coming into your eyes. “So i’m a freak then” 

“What no? Why would you say that?” He asked. 

“Don’t know how to be an omega, don’t know what's going on with my body, don't know anything really.” You sniffled. 

“Well if you don't know how to omega as you’ve said, then how have you made such a beautiful nest then? Or these beautiful smells you're giving out” You purred at his compliment. 

“You’re glands just need a little massaging, many omegas get blocked glands every now and again. You should see Denki when his get at him, we have to put mittens on him to stop touching them, but we don't have to do that, do we little one.” Kirishima says and he nods behind you. You feel a shift behind you and you can feel Bakugou there. His nose tickles the side of your neck and he gently kisses your glands. Next you could feel him massage a cool gel onto them. It felt devine and you lent back into him, moaning as he worked the gel into your glands.  

You slowly could feel yourself getting lost in this comfort from both alpha’s, you could also feel yourself getting hotter and hotter and trying to get rid of more clothes that you were wearing. You wanted to lay down with both of them and tried to pull them with you but both would not budge. Sighing loudly you lock eyes with Kirishima who just laughs at your frown. 

“If you want us in your nest little one, all you have to do is ask but you also should know as to what that means for us all.” you frown again and look at Bakugou behind you, who has the same expression as Kirishima. 

“I might not know alot about being an omega, i know what inviting you both into this nest means I want that, I want to learn, I want you both to teach me and i-i—---i” You stutter, a deep pain within your catches you by surprise and you mean in response to it. After you catch your breath you look at the alphas again, something has shifted in the room and it excited you. 

“You what ‘mega” Bakugou asked. 

“Iwantyoubothtobemyalphaiwanthatverymuchindeed.” You mumble. Kirishima chuckled and looked at Bakugou. “Yup, she’s definitely a Midroiya.” Bakugou laughs at Kirishima's response and both wait for you to continue. 

“I want you both to be my alpha, I want you both in my nest.” You say looking at your hands. 

“Thought you’d never ask little one.” Kirishima said, bring your hands to his lips and kissed them. Bakugou shifted again behind you, entering your nest. His skin feeling very hot behind you, he lost his shirt at some point. He pulled you back onto him, pulling your lips towards him and kissed you fiercely. You felt the bed shift again and you looked at Kirishima who also had lost his shirt and smirked. 

“Now little one, let’s begin our lessons shall we?” He asked, grinning widely. You could see his canines perfectly, another pain shot through you which caused you to moan out loud. Both alpha’s chuckled. 

“This is going to be fun ‘mega.” Bakugou said into your neck, and as Kirishima moved to hover over you, sandwiches you between the two, you had to agree with him. This was definitely going to be fun. 

[andypantsx3]

incendiary | 4 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 4.5k of ~23k / 4th of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

notes: Please see my notes in the fic masterpost.

The next thing you registered was a strange warmth on the side of your face, the rasp of someone’s breath across your cheekbone.

“Oi—brat, you’re fine, just breathe.” A rough voice filtered into your consciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to be encountered with a handsome face far too close to yours. Bakugou was crouched over you, and you’d somehow been shifted more fully over one of his arms, balanced against a thigh, so that one of his hands could cup your face.

Behind him, the yellow light of the hallway limned the spikes of his hair in a rusty gold, casting his face in shadow. Your legs were crumpled uselessly between his body and the floor, numb.

“What—?” You demanded blearily.

“Look at me, princess,” Bakugou said, gently turning your face more fully towards his. His mouth had thinned to a grim line.

“Now take a deep breath,” he ordered. He breathed in deeply as if in demonstration.

It took you a couple seconds to process what he was saying, and then a few more to follow orders, almost as if you’d forgotten how to operate your own lungs. Air punched into your chest like a blow to the sternum. Bakugou took another breath, ordering you to do the same.

It took a couple seconds more, but eventually you took another one, and then another and another. The two of you sat like that for a few long minutes, Bakguou scrutinizing your every breath closely, eyes flicking between your face and your chest as you heaved air in. Once he was satisfied that you’d fallen into the familiar rhythm of breathing again, he shifted you back into his arms.

“Gonna get you back inside, princess. You need to lay down.” His voice was gruff but he didn’t sound as angry as he usually did. His imperious, assertive tone didn’t even annoy you—you had the wild thought that you were grateful for once, that he might know what he was doing.

The realization that you’d lost a minute or two disturbed you more than you’d ever understood it would, watching movies where somebody passed out, reading stories where maidens swooned in the company of handsome gentlemen. You didn’t know why more people didn’t talk about how unnerving the experience was.

Despite yourself, you huddled a little bit closer to Bakugou, relieved you were in the company of a pro hero. You didn’t want to think about what might have happened if you’d needed to stumble back to the safehouse on your own.

Your gut shifted as Bakugou picked you up again, and you had trouble focusing on the doors as you passed them, the hall a strange kind of yellowed blur. But soon enough Bakugou was kicking in a door, crossing a kitchen, and laying you out on a familiar couch.

He pulled up a blanket over you, and it occurred to you once the warmth settled over you that you had been cold—and that you were giving tiny, almost imperceptible little shivers. You had the vague impression that this annoyed you.

“Breathe, idiot,” Bakugou said again, and you startled, not realizing he’d rounded behind the couch. You heard his boots stomp into the kitchen, the clatter of cabinets and clank of some kitchenware.

You did as he said, heaving in another breath, and then another. You focused on the feeling, the even flow of air in and out, fresh and clear in your lungs. You must have zoned out, because the next thing you knew, Bakugou’s face was filling up your entire vision. His eyebrows were knit, mouth tight, and eyes burning into yours—but he didn’t look angry, exactly. He got a hand under your below, helping you sit up.

Then something warm was being shoved against your hand, a leafy, almost floral scent meeting your nose, and you looked down to see a mug of tea being pressed into your palm.

“Drink it, brat, you’re still shivering,” Bakugou commanded.

You couldn’t dredge up the will to argue, too wrung out, and you took an obedient sip. A shiver went down your spine as the heat flooded onto your tongue. It was so strangely warm, in a way that you had never appreciated before, like every single one of your nerve endings were instantly concentrated in your mouth.

Then the strange feeling shifted, and all of a sudden, some strange, nameless emotion welled up in your chest. Tears pricked the corner of your vision.

You blinked rapidly, horrified you were about to start crying in front of Bakugou. You struggled to free your other hand from your blanket, but he caught it before you could raise it to wipe your face.

Your eyes darted to his, startled.

Bakugou’s brows drew together. “It’s….you’re fine, princess. ‘S normal.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “W–what?”

He looked uncomfortable.

“Fucking everyone is a crybaby with shit like this. You’re not special. It’s fine,” he said again, gruffly. You watched the minute shift of his expression, the downward pull at the corner of his mouth. You’d have said he looked almost concerned, if you didn’t know better.

You shifted in embarrassment, not fully understanding why this was such a big deal for you. You’d handled assholes like this before—though no one had outright attacked you since you were kids, taking out their parents’ prejudices on you in the sandbox, before any of you really understood what you were struggling in the dirt for. Maybe that was it.

Outside the window, you could hear the shift of wind in the scraggly trees, the loud chatter of a group passing by. Tears kept pooling in your vision, turning the room into a blur. You took a few deliberate, calming breaths.

“Those guys,” you finally managed. “I don’t know why I’m so…It’s not the first time something like that has happened, but….I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic.”

Bakugou scoffed, startlingly loud in the quiet of the safehouse. “Whatever. Those guys are fucking assholes.”

The baldness of his observation startled a bitter laugh out of you.

You’d assumed he was the same, before he’d come for you.

You hadn’t had a second to really think it through yet, but now that you did—Bakugou had interfered at the convenience store. You’d assumed he had it out for you, but he’d come charging in, figurative guns blazing, and gotten those two douchebags up against the shelving in five seconds flat.

He saved your life as far as you could tell.

But…that didn’t explain why he had been such an asshole to you this whole time, too. He might have saved your life but there was something significant underlying all those weeks of judgment, those sulky silences.

“You’d probably know,” you muttered uncharitably, unable to keep the exasperation out of your tone. The way he’d spoken to you earlier still smarted, and you could still feel a little of your previous anger hot in your veins.

“Oi—” Bakugou said. He leaned down to try to catch your eye again but you jerked your face away quickly.

The couch dipped down next to you, and then Bakugou was kneeling in front of you, shoving his face right into yours again. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, brat?” He demanded.

Your heart rate kicked up with his proximity, blood bubbling into a simmer. He was wearing that pissy little expression again, and your jaw suddenly ached with the familiar need to bite him.

“You know exactly what it means, Bakugou,” you said tightly.

Bakugou made a noise of disbelief. “I just saved your ass, you shitty fucking brat, what the hell is wrong with you!” His expression twisted again into something ugly and angry.

“You want to know what it means?” You demanded. “It means you’ve been an asshole the entire time we’ve been here, Bakugou! You might have saved me but I am abundantly clear that you hate me too. That's all I'm saying.”

Bakugou’s expression clouded over. “I don’t hate you, you overdramatic little shit. You’ve been up my ass about that since we got here and you still don’t fucking know anything.”

You threw your hands up, sloshing your tea around violently as you did. Some spilled down your hand and over your wrist, scorching hot, and you bit down a swear.

“So you keep telling me,” you said. “I don’t know what I’m talking about, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know anything! If that’s so true then why don’t you explain it to me, huh? You’ve hated me since the second you laid eyes on me, you refused to take on this assignment to protect me, you’ve been giving me nothing but attitude since we got here, and you even blamed me for what happened in the first place!”

Your mind was jerked back to those sandboxes, sidewalks, rough hands and scraped knees. A calm, almost callously amused teacher, echoing, “I’m sure he doesn’t mean it, sweetheart.” Another, asking, “Well, did you provoke him?”

Bakugou’s eyes burned blood red in the center of your vision, and you realized your voice had risen to a screech. “You don’t even know me, and as far as I can tell, this has everything to do with my quirklessness. Doesn’t it? Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong!”

Bakugou’s face went almost mottled purple, and there were several moments where it looked like the pin had been yanked from the grenade of his temper—like he was seconds from exploding in your face. His hands clenched and unclenched in the corner of your vision, opening and closing like he was thinking of using his quirk.

Finally, he managed to grit out, “It’s not a problem with your quirklessness, asshole.”

You stared at him, uncomprehending.

It was so obviously a problem with your quirklessness, so what the hell did he mean?

Bakugou’s gaze was so heated it felt like fire on your face. “It’s not a problem with your stupid fucking quirklessness. It’s not a problem with you either, you goddamn brat. It’s a problem—” He seemed to struggle with the words for a moment, his throat working. You watched him, unnerved.

“It’s a problem—it’s a problem,” he finally managed. “It’s a problem with me, okay?” He spat the words out in some disgust, like they were a bug he’d accidentally ingested.

It took a second for the words to actually register with you. When they did, you couldn’t do anything but gawk at him.

A problem with him? What the hell did that mean, a problem with him? He obviously had plenty of problems, but you couldn’t begin to imagine what he was talking about, if it didn’t have anything to do with your quirklessness.

Bakugou’s hands clenched and unclenched in the fabric of his pants, and he looked like he was milliseconds away from leaping up and kicking the coffee table across the room. It took several long minutes of this for him to work himself back into a state where he might say anything.

Finally, he pronounced tightly, “My problem with you isn’t that you don’t have a quirk. It’s that you remind me of some little fucking asshole I used to pick on in school.”

The swarm of swirling thoughts slammed to a sudden halt in your brain.

This—the past was not quite where you had expected this conversation to go. You watched him as he heaved out a gusty sigh, strong shoulders rising and falling.

“Some little shit-faced nerd, who wanted to be a hero even though he didn’t have a quirk,” Bakugou’s voice was like gravel, rough and rasping. “He wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it, no matter how many times I kicked his ass.”

He swallowed, and then swallowed again, like he was having trouble getting his throat to work right. “No matter how many times people gave him shit for it. He’d always get back up and keep fucking yapping, couldn’t shut his mouth like he knew what was good for him. And I kept fucking coming after him for it—I beat the snot out of him, told him some really fucked up stuff. Told him he should give up and wish for a quirk in his next life.”

The words sounded like a gunshot in the air, and your mouth fell open in shock.

“But just like you, he couldn’t mind his own fucking business, and he kept chasing after whatever he damn well pleased. And you know fucking what?” Bakugou demanded. “He was right. That absolute fucking shitstick was right, and I was wrong about it, just like all of these fucking douchebags giving you shit about your own quirklessness. And while I’ve done some apologizing, and he’s forgiven me, I don’t see how I should be the one trusted with shit like this again.”

Bakugou took a heavy breath through his nose. “So my problem with you, is that you’re exactly the fucking same. No,” he quickly corrected himself. “You’re even worse, so fucking mouthy and demanding and up in everyone’s fucking business like the you’re the goddamn princess of quirklessness—They should have trusted anyone else with you instead of me.”

The room descended into a ringing silence.

You sat there, stunned.

You couldn’t have found the words to say, even if you could have dredged up the brainpower to say anything at all. You just watched Bakugou’s fingers twisting in the fabric of his pants. His knuckles were white against the tan of his skin, and scars crisscrossed the skin, a long one leading up the side of his wrist, disappearing behind his elbow.

This was not what you had expected from him at all. Nothing even close to what you had been imagining had been going on in his brain this entire time. Nothing could have prepared you for the turn this argument had suddenly taken.

“What do you mean,” you finally asked, “that they should have trusted anyone else with me instead of you?”

Bakugou’s face stilled into an impassive mask. It seemed to take him a few moments to find the words. “Jeanist knows, the fucking asshole. Knows what I did, and he gave you to me on purpose. Called the police right the fuck up when he heard and asked to get me involved. When I should be the last person babysitting your mouthy little ass.”

His scarlet eyes flicked over your face. You watched him back, thoughts churning.

So, Bakugou had been some kind of quirkist, that was frankly no surprise. Obviously you had assumed as much, with the way he’d been avoiding you, and shitting all over you when he couldn’t do that. But to hear it was rooted in something more complex than that—not because he still thought he was a quirkist, but because you dredged up the memory of what he had been—

—It was…unexpected.

“I was wrong about it, just like all of these fucking douchebags giving you shit about your own quirklessness,” he’d just said. Wrong about your quirklessness making you somehow inferior, wrong about intimidating you into silence, wrong about everything that had put you in this situation in the first place.

You ran through every interaction with Bakugou, reframing it all under this new lens. All that barely-contained frustration, the clipped words, the “you don’t know anythings” suddenly made so much more sense.

“And that means you can’t be trusted?” You asked suddenly.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Did you not hear what I just fucking said?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Do you still have a problem with quirkless people?” You asked.

Bakugou scoffed. “Fucking—no. Just you and your goddamn attitude.”

This startled a laugh out of you. It was a wretched, hiccuping little thing, but it was still a laugh, the smallest, strangest little moment of relief. Exhaustion chased after it instantly, like it had just been waiting for the smallest sign of weakness to sweep back in. You leaned against the back of the couch for support.

Bakugou pressed forward, looking concerned. “Oi—you’re not gonna faint like a fucking princess again, are you?” He demanded.

You huffed another tiny laugh. “No. I’m just…..taking it all in.”

It really was a lot to process.

He said he shouldn’t have been trusted with you. Except that he had saved you just now, hadn’t he? He had come barrelling into the convenience store after you—even though you’d just been fighting with him, had accused him of being a quirkist asshole—and he had still come running in. And then he had carried you all the way back here, let you pass out on him mid-transit, covered you in a blanket, and made you tea.

If what he was saying was true, that he’d moved past that line of thinking and didn’t begrudge you your quirklessness, and he had proved in the moment of your need, much as you hated to admit it, that he would save you…then, well why wasn’t he to be trusted?

If he’d changed, in the way that he was hinting he had, then why wasn’t he to be trusted?

Your mind was too muddled with everything to settle on any solid feeling, and you would have to think things over when you hadn’t been about to get basically force-choked by some rando in a 7-Eleven. But there was some shift of feeling. Some small sliver of conviction, that Bakugou was maybe not a quirk supremacist.

Maybe.

He was still a tool, way too salty and loud-mouthed and rude as hell.

But maybe, at least, not a quirk supremacist tool.

“And,” Bakugou said loudly, so loudly that you jumped, spilling half your tea all over your blankets. Your head whipped up again and you watched him warily as he shifted, even more visibly uncomfortable now.

He seemed to struggle with the words. He kept opening and closing his mouth, looking angrier the more he did so. Finally he managed to choke out, “I’m fucking—sorry. Or whatever.”

This floored you even more than his admission about his school years. You watched him in shock, unable to even begin to formulate the question you wanted to ask.

The tips of Bakugou’s ears were rapidly going red, and his look almost dared you to say something, but he continued. “I shouldn't be taking it out on you,” he said. “The stupid thing with Jeanist. He’s a fucking meddler and it’s not—it’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for this shit.”

You thought this over, for a long time until the room was almost dark with the onset of evening. Street lights flickered on, one by one, illuminating the plant by the window in an orange glow.

“Thank you,” you said into the silence of the room. It surprised even you that you’d spoken, and that this was the set of words you’d chosen. But now that they were out there, they felt fairly right.

Bakugou’s eyes flicked up to yours.

“I don’t—I’m not sure how I—I mean, that’s a lot to think about right now,” you said. “But thank you for saving me back there. And thank you for the—um, for carrying me back, and the tea.”

Bakugou’s face twisted like he wanted to deny it.

“I’m too tired to settle on how to feel,” you said, lingering thoughtfully on the words for a minute. “I think you can be trusted. Just, based on what happened there. I’m not sure about all the rest yet, but…I’ll think about it.”

Bakugou nodded slowly. His quiet was almost disturbing in its unusualness, and his focus was laserlike, nerve-wracking in its intensity.

He was quiet long enough that you fully gave up on supporting yourself and leaned all the way back against the couch, just watching him think. Eventually his expression evened out, and he heaved himself off the couch, getting to his feet. “Drink the rest of your tea, brat.”

You were too tired to argue. You obediently raised the mug to your mouth, taking a warm sip. Bakugou looked on approvingly, red eyes picking over you closely. You finished the rest of the tea under his watch, the two of you sitting in a strange, contemplative silence.

As you were finishing up, his phone rang. He shoved a hand in his pocket, face twisting as he read the contact name.

“Dynamight,” he answered briskly.

On the other end of the line, you heard the familiar tones of Best Jeanist—clear, crisp, and disappointed. “What happened?”

Bakugou’s mouth flattened. “She ran out,” he said, his voice gravelly but even. “I started shit with her.”

His honesty surprised you, the complete lack of excuses on his part.

Best Jeanist heaved an audible sigh. “I really believed you could handle this, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s face twisted, and your eyes dropped to the ground, wanting to give him the dignity of some small privacy in this moment.

“Yeah, I know you did,” he said.

Something about the flatness of his tone pulled at your heartstrings just a little. You fiddled with your tea mug nervously, frowning down into your lap.

Best Jeanist didn’t say much more on that, just left it at a long moment of silence before launching into a bunch of follow up questions. Bakugou walked him through the events from his perspective, tracking you to the convenience store, seeing two men corner you and the cashier cower behind you, watching you panic as you realized you couldn’t draw in any breath.

The description he provided of the two men surprised you in its observancy—he noted many different characteristics and mannerisms you hadn’t picked up on your own, and though everything was almost a blur in your own memory, he recounted everyone’s movements down to the most minute detail like it was a set of choreography he’d spent weeks memorizing.

He detailed your reaction, your shock and momentary loss of consciousness, and the observation he was currently following up with. And then he circled back to the fight that had caused it all. “We….talked or whatever. It won’t happen again,” Bakugou said finally.

Best Jeanist paused, then said something quietly enough that you couldn’t hear.

Bakugou scoffed. “I fucking said it, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t tell whether Best Jeanist’s silence was thoughtful or judgmental. Eventually he answered, just as quietly as the previous comment. Bakugou grunted, and then hung up.

When he turned to you, he eyed you thoughtfully. “You still hungry, brat?”

You startled at being addressed again so suddenly. “I—uh…”

Bakugou didn’t wait for your answer, padding back over to the kitchen. You heard the clank of various kitchen equipment, the clatter of cupboard doors and the sticky sound of the fridge opening. You listened for a long time, to the thump of a knife on a cutting board, the hiss of butter in a pan.

You were almost asleep against the side of the couch by the time Bakugou came over, bearing two plates laden down with two small mountains of food.

He shoved one under your nose, and you stared down at it, eventually registering some kind of dressed chicken, a small pile of asparagus, and—you let out another shocked laugh—a baked potato, with a neat little pat of butter, and a distinct lack of the cheese you’d shaken over your own earlier.

“If you’re gonna eat that shit you need to balance it out with actual food,” Bakugou pronounced judgmentally, sinking onto the couch with his own plate. “Sick of you fucking scarfing down absolute garbage.”

You didn’t deign this with a response.

You accepted silverware from him, balancing your plate on your lap and carefully cutting into your food. It was disturbingly good, perfectly balanced, everything cooked and seasoned to high perfection. It irritated you, vaguely, that Bakugou was so good at cooking, which you had long suspected but had never had the opportunity to confirm. It meant he’d been eating like this the entire time you’d been subsisting on old granola bars.

The two of you ate in companionable silence, the kind that you hadn’t had since you’d been yanked unceremoniously from your dorm. Bakugou was surprisingly good company, when he wasn’t screaming or scoffing or staring you down judgmentally.

The food satiated a hunger you hadn’t realized was eating away at you underneath everything else. Filled with food and hot tea, and safely ensconced in your covers on the couch, your exhaustion fully caught up with you. You managed to get your plate onto the coffee table before slumping down between the back of the couch and an arm.

“Oi—you still think I’m your maid service?” Bakugou demanded, but he didn’t sound as mad as usual. You just watched him from beneath your blanket until he eventually sighed, collecting your plate on top of his.

“Just, get some rest, brat,” he said. “You’ll feel better after you sleep.”

You nodded, only half-registering his words.

You heard the clink of your two plates together, the metallic slide of silverware across them as Bakugou rose to his feet.

Dimly, you noted the sound of the sink running in the kitchen, the clatter of plates in the basin. Exhaustion pulled on your eyelids and a strange feeling of safety wrapped around you like a thick blanket.

And then, for the second time in as many hours—you slipped into sleep.

[gottalovesuki1]

Hellooo! Hope you’re doing well! I saw that you wanted some writing inspo so I thought I’d suggest some bakugou comfort, how they comfort reader when crying or after a bad situation both sfw and nsfw, if you’re ok with that… I saw all the leaks of the manga and I haven’t stopped crying since :)… anywayss hope you have a great day and remember to hydrate pls! 💜🧡

Comfort! Bakugou x Reader

warnings: nsfw,he fucks the sadness out of you, after care, him praising you, fluff, smut, and angst all in one, soft bakguou, Pro Hero bakugou, he’s not that good at comforting

synopsis: your favorite character dies.

F/c meaning favorite character

“Just let everything out okay?” He was holding your waist tightly so you wouldn’t fall off his lap. Bakugou had came home to finding you in a little ball of sadness crying your heart out. The reason was because your favorite character had died. And although Bakugou had found the reason kinda dumb he wasn’t going to say out loud like a bitch and he knew you where going to kill him if he said such a thing.

Now Bakugou wasn’t necessarily good at comforting so he did the only thing he could think of. Fucking you, he told you cry everything out and he would soothe you saying you didn’t have to do anything and that he got you. “Mhm just cry it all out ‘darlin.” He was rubbing your cheek seeing your red watery eyes. “Yer such a pretty girl f’me right?” He was moving at a slow pace and as much as he would love to fuck your brains out he knew the situation didn’t really call for that.

“Kats it’s not fair y-you know how could the author do this to me.” You cried into his shoulder hands gripping his back like afraid he was just gonna vanish just like your f/c did. Bakugou just went along with ya “yeah fuck that author the bastard.” He felt your body tense one he hit your g-spot “want me to go faster? if ya want maybe fuck the sadness out of ya.” You could feel the tension as he just kept going at his slow pace waiting for you answer and then you realized katsuki was holding back for you.

This made you cry even more. “Shit my bad we can keep going at this pace sweets.” He kisses you and there is guilt in his eyes “no no we can go fast ‘suki.” And you just killed him right there from the way your on him wrapping your arms around his neck, the little nickname you had for him made his heart squeeze and your tear stained eyes and those lips oh how you looked so fucking gorgeous.

“C’mere” he flipped you over so that he was on top now. Vermillion eyes stared you down and it’s like he had you hypnotized. “If it hurts just hold onto me bite your lip and bear with it okay?” He questioned more like demanded but he just wanted to go already he wanted to make you better cause fuck that author for killing off your favorite character, he didn’t like seeing you cry it’s made him feel uncomfortable like somehow it was his fault.

You gave him a nod hands already circling around his neck. And before you knew he was inside of you once more. Somehow it felt different than before. He was kissing your neck every time he seen you wince. “Such a good girl f’me hm?” He was moving fast gripping your thighs as he moved in and out constantly assaulting your g-spot but you little moans that came out made it so worth. “F-fuck kats” your breathing was getting heavy and “yeah right there keep going right there.” His grin was sharp around the edges a bit scary but you loved it.

“Oh you like that princess-fuckkkk.” Your walls where closing around him and he wanted to cum so bad but no he couldn’t give in so easily. “Yer so fucking good for me yeah?” He was going so fast and you where relishing in the feeling while your was cum leaking out.

“Oh your such a tease.” Katsuki smirked watching you try to keep up with him. “Don’t give up yeah? I’m not done yet.” You could barley breath and Katsuki was going hard. And yeah you cried cause it felt good and hurted at the same time but he just sloppily kisses you saying that he would take care of you and don’t worry about it. “Mhm just let it all out my little cry baby.” He wiped your tears off your cheek.

“Ya know I would be done by now but I don’t think I can stop. Your still sad and we don’t want that right?” You where holding him very tight like a koala, head in the crook of his neck legs around his waist. He barked a laugh before whispering into your ear “how bout I fuck you till dawn huh? still think you’ll be crying then. “ he didn’t mean any harm with it he was being dead serious here.

Katsuki’s attacks just got harder and harder and you felt your eyes roll back a whine coming out. “Mhm you can take it I know you can.” He voice came out ragged seemed like he was running out of energy to. “Oh shit..” he breathed out not before releasing the cum he’s been holding in from the start. It’s like a mini bomb exploding inside of you and you yell his name, nails clawing his back, legs weak.

“Kat-“ a gasp of air “yeah I know don’t worry I gotcha.” He removes his cock and watches you visibly tire. “You feel better?” He questions already knowing the answer. “Uh huh” you breath out hugging him for comfort. “Good now let go sweets.” You clearly don’t agree from the way you get tighter around him. “Cmon it’ll be worth it I promise.” He looks at you before you sigh and your whole body unravels around him and falls into the comfort of your bed. “Katsuki” you watch as he bring his face to your lower area. “What’re you doing come here.” You whine missing his warm embrace. “Shush I have to clean up the mess right?” He begins to kiss the area close to your clit watching as you visibly shiver. “Suki” the little nickname rolls of your tongue like butter and turns into a moan.

“Mhm yeah just relax.” He begins to kiss your inner thighs sucking on them even biting them though not to hard and he’s pleased when he hears you moan. He’s satisfied your not sad anymore but he’s not done yet, he always go big after all. Next thing you know he’s sucking, slurping, kissing every little bit down there. He hears everything from the way you say his name, to you gripping the sheets he chuckles. “Your so cute like this.”

And then before you know it he’s done. He wipes his mouth before crawling into bed with you. “You can rest now darlin.” You curl into him immediately and he welcome it with that sharp laugh of his and his hands just wrap all around you giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Authors note: sorry this took longer than expected I was low key procrastinating but I did it! Hoped you enjoy!

[pikahlua]

Reading some of your comments, I've been thinking about why I dropped MHA a while a go as a Bakguou fan. I'm not sure if you want to hear it but you were asking anon to tell you the reasons why they think Bakugou's character arc isn't working for them so I'll say what I think. I think it's Deku. I personally always liked Bakugou and despised Deku from start. I liked Bakugou when he was bad and didn't even want development. If Horikoshi could separate them instead I would've loved MHA a lot more.

First of all, let me point out what an immaculate ask this is. I love it. This is exactly what I was asking for. You have perfectly expressed your feelings without saying anything to provoke or upset me. I have every respect for your opinion despite not sharing the same opinion, and I would have this ask stand as a monument and example of perfection to the world. Kudos, friend.

Now, since you offered your opinion, I will respond to it with my thoughts. I hope to do so just as respectfully as you have.

So I feel for you. I did not “despise Izuku from the start” as you have, but I have come to a point in the story where I’m feeling that frustration with how slowly his character is developing, so I understand where a lot of the negative feelings aimed at Izuku particularly lately have been coming from. Even though I like him, I don’t like him nearly as much as I love Katsuki (I think that’s obvious), and while my frustrations haven’t made me STOP liking Izuku, they are still frustrations that can annoy me at times. Additionally, my perspective on the story has changed since I first started watching/reading MHA, and these perspective changes put early story arcs in a new light that highlight Izuku’s character flaws when before I may have missed them. That said, I do love me some character flaws, so I wouldn’t say that made me dislike Izuku either.

And this is such a weird thing to say, but I kinda like that you despise Izuku. XD I don’t know what it is exactly about Izuku that you dislike, but if it’s anything other than “he’s just too whiny” like I’ve had to deal with in every fandom for decades, I have even more respect for you. Aside from character flaws, Izuku does have a few traits that can be gratingly annoying on occasion, and while they’re not bad enough to make me feel the need to air my grievances, I won’t deny that they exist. I think some of that is just by virtue of him being a shounen protagonist--some tropes are unavoidable.

Now, here’s the part where I have to speculate, because I don’t fully know what you mean by how you “liked Bakugou when he was bad and didn’t even want development.” To me, Bakugou “was bad” in two ways during the early parts of the story. One of those ways was how he plainly rejected norms and acted confrontational with everyone regardless of the situation (season 1 and season 2, basically), and I can absolutely understand why you would want more of that. But then there’s the plainly unhero-like behavior from, say, episode 1, which is a moment I treasure for what it means in his story but is not behavior I would want to see continued from that point because that would leave Katsuki stagnant and unable to demonstrate his actual heroism.

Now, that said, you claim to not want any “development” from Katsuki, which...I also don’t know exactly what you mean. Do you want his character PERSONALITY not to change? Or do you want his story character to remain static. I’m not sure. I can understand (but don’t necessarily agree with) the former feeling, but I definitely don’t agree with the latter. Katsuki’s character development, especially as begun in his Starting Line episode, was exactly the initial draw to Katsuki for me. I have already alluded to how sick I’ve become of lancer rival characters regressing after learning a lesson in other posts.

I can’t help but laugh (respectfully) at what I perceive to be the potential result of your desire to have Izuku and Katsuki separated. What you’re expressing sounds to me like you would actually prefer a story in which Katsuki is the main character. That’s the major effect of splitting these two characters up like you’re suggesting. And I can totally understand THAT desire, because Katsuki is the main character of my heart (looool). But I also have enough experience with narratives to know that one of the reasons I love Katsuki as much as I do, the reason Katsuki is allowed to be the character he is in so many ways, is precisely because he’s NOT the main character. Remember what I said earlier about some of Izuku’s annoying traits stemming from the fact that he’s the protagonist? Yeah, I don’t want any of that crap getting on my precious Katsuki Bakugou. Izuku is a shield protecting Katsuki’s character from getting bogged down in that protagonist bullshit, because Katsuki IS the formulaic main character of a shounen anime who doesn’t have to do any of that shounen anime protagonist bullshit because someone else is doing it for him. That’s a little too detailed of a discussion for me to go into right now, but that’s the summation of my feelings for that.

You say some things about wanting to watch Katsuki struggle and win as the underdog and fight and earn respect, and I think you’re justified in wanting those things for him. In my opinion, that’s exactly what we get from MHA. He hasn’t been given any help in those regards--everything he’s achieved he did so on his own. The ways in which Izuku has been involved have been as Katsuki’s inspiration in some situations. But that seems to be your sticking point, which I certainly can’t help you with or would even want to try to talk you out of. You don’t like Izuku, so your feelings make sense. For me, it’s more like the Izuku that inspires Katsuki is a symbol more than Izuku the person. Katsuki is seeing the things he needs to see in Izuku (not the full picture of Izuku) in order to push him in the areas he needs to improve. And when it comes to Katsuki’s fights and whatnot, I’ve said before I don’t think people should ONLY want him to have cool fights, but I do understand the desire to want to see one on occasion. It’s just that that feeling in me gets squashed every time I think about what Katsuki is in this story. He’s already a top fighter. No fight he wins will ever look like an underdog overcoming the odds because he’s been a combat savant from the beginning. The underdog aspect comes into play when he’s rescuing someone. It would be a far more amazing underdog moment for Katsuki to save someone like Tenko Shimura when it feels like that’s something Izuku, the rescue savant, wants to do, especially when the story seems to imply Izuku is destined to do so. So I guess in this way I’m getting those things fulfilled for me that you feel aren’t being fulfilled for you. And it’s gonna make sense then why I’m still into the story where you’re not. I hope you do get those feelings fulfilled in some other part of the story or in another story altogether then.

I do think Katsuki interacts with other characters, but I can understand why many people feel like it’s not enough. (That said, I think ALL the characters could stand to interact a bit more than they do, but at least we don’t feel like it’s TOO MUCH instead I guess.) It does seem like that’s an unfortunate consequence of the story coming to an end when Horikoshi seems to be running out of steam. I hope he gets to have all the scenes and moments he wanted in his story at least. And we will always have fanfic for those moments we didn’t get in the story proper.

Your not wanting Izuku to gain from Katsuki’s victories is...a very individualistic perspective (no, I do NOT mean you are being selfish). Like, there are individualistic- vs communal-focused societies, and many western countries tend to skew more individualistic whereas many eastern countries skew communal. Japan for sure is one of those communal-focused societies, and many of their stories will reflect this, such as in themes where “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” Shounen loves its themes of friendship, comradery, and teamwork, so MHA was always destined to have a fair bit of that in it. I’d warn you a lot of Japanese stories will be like that, but I do wonder if you’ve had an anime you felt did give you want you want before. I personally don’t see Izuku’s wins as Katsuki’s losses--Katsuki has always in some fashion desired Izuku, which may have manifested as jealousy or yearning for friendship or comradery (or whatever, depending on who all you readers are). If you didn’t like that about him from the outset, I’m afraid you were long doomed for latter parts of the story. I’m not gonna say anything that will make you feel better about the likely ending to MHA in that regard. I happen to like where things are going (at least the things I can TELL about it, since I’m guessing as much as anyone else about it).

(And I mean, calling what Katsuki did to Izuku “mellow for an anime character” is its own can of worms. We don’t even really know enough about their childhood and middle school years prior to 9th grade to be able to comment definitively on any of that, I would think. I will say though it’s not anyone’s job to attack or defend Katsuki for any of that in a conversation with anyone else. You can take what you need to from that situation.)

Again, thank you for your thoughts! I really appreciate them, especially because they actually provided me a constructive point of discussion and some meaningful insight into opinions like yours. You’re always welcome to send more asks! A+ Anon Award!

[littiebrainbigheart]

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki Bakugou's description and what he look like. 𓆩♡𓆪

Hey guys! This is just a description on how Katsuki Bakguou, acts, and looks like in my eyes and how he'll present in my future fanfics, oneshots, and imagines.

{Please note that this is how I feel he'd really act and how he looks like, I might have tweaked a few things because that is what I see in him and how I want him to be but also note I won't exaggerate anything and make it too unrealistic.}

{Please also note that Katsuki in all my posts will be 21 years of age, their will be depictions of smoking, weed, drinking, and such.}

𓆩♡𓆪 What he looks like:

𓆩♡𓆪 Hair: Spikey, blonde, stops and kind of exceeds just at the nape of his neck. Chopped bangs that hover slightly over his eyes.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eyes: Crimson red.

𓆩♡𓆪 Facial Features: He has a sharp nose that has a small ridge at the bridge of his nose before going down and slightly curving up at the tip of his nose. He has a sharp jawline and is visible from all angles. He has thin lips but they aren't paper thin. Even though his hair is blonde his lashes are black. His eyebrows are sharp and nicely trimmed, they match his hair color, just a bit darker. Going down his neck he has a very noticeable adams apple.

𓆩♡𓆪 Body: He has the toned and muscular build, v-line, abs, pecs, everything. But it isn't overall dramatic like body builder type stuff. He has broad shoulders and a broad back.

𓆩♡𓆪 Other body features, accessories, piercings, tattoos: His arms, torso, and neck are fully tatted except his hands and lower body, his tattoos end at his lower abdomen and he does not have any tattoos anywhere on his face. He does have a septum piercing, and black earplugs, and an eyebrow piercing.

𓆩♡𓆪Clothing style: Katsuki's definitely on the more edgier, Pierce the Veil type side. Black hoodies, belts, black jeans, baggy jeans, oversized t-shirts, flannels, beanies, vans, converse, very skater type vibes.

Attitude/how he acts: He isn't yelling all the time, he’s more on the quieter side. He does have an attitude though. He's not afraid to say anything. He stays more to himself, giving anyone the side eye or a dirty glance when trying to communicate with him. Deff leaves you on you on read more than once, not responding till hours later. He does smoke, and drink but isn't addicted. The biker type. He isn't kind and gentle when in a relationship but he isn't aggressive either, doesn't take it to the extreme to the point you'd call it domestic violence or wanting to break up with him on the spot.

There's more I just forgot and I'm tired. 🫠

Example photos of what he looks like: {made by AI and this is MY OPINION 🤬🤬🤬}

[willowser]

will i saw the anon about ‘antihero’ and bkg and even tho it’s so right i have to cancel out the Sads it gave me by thinking about ‘sweet nothing’ bkg instead. bc to you, he’s not just a top pro, and he gets to come home to gentleness and simplicity. outside they ARE pushing and shoving and there ARE voices that implore ‘you should be doing more’ but when he walks through the door, he hears you humming in the kitchen and it all just melts away. bc you’re the one person that he can really let his guard down for; the one he can share his softness with

cancel out the sads INDEED !! this is so (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ the concept of like. him being so stressed by the politics of pro-hero life, how much is expected of him, the way he will never not be judged in comparison to his friends, how much the world tries to erase bakugou katsuki so that he is just dynamight.

and then he comes home to you („• ᴗ •„) and it all gets left at the door („• ᴗ •„) isn't that the thing tho !! that's what we want to offer our loved ones !! security and comfort !! something i think bakguou would need even if he doesn't quite know it !!

not to like keep blabbing, but this is also another reason i think not having a s/o would be very heartbreaking to him as he gets older. like not having anyone to come home to. no one to be this certain version of katsuki with. sure he has his friends and the people that he loves, but it's - different. kahfkhahfkah bye. i love him.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Eating The Moon

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nBp6lEx by GanglyLimbs Katsuki loves his relationship with Eijirou, despite the fact that he's a werewolf and Eijirou is a monster hunter. The problem is that they haven't had sex yet. Because Katsuki is a werewolf and Eijirou is a human. But after six months, Eijirou is done with Katsuki's worries and decides that he's going to show both Katsuki and his werewolf that he can take care of himself in the bedroom. Words: 3391, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Monster Fucker March Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Werewolf Bakguou Katsuki, Hunter Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom Monster, Praise Kink, Dominant Kirishima Eijirou, Bondage, a bit of cock and ball torture, Body Worship, Anal Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nBp6lEx

[vocalchvrds]

‘ you look a little tense. ’

That was the understatement of the fucking year. 

Tense, hell he was wound tighter than a rubberband around a bull's nuts. He was fit to be tied, muscles tight beneath the fabric of his shirt. He presses his lips together, teeth grinding and his jaw twitches. He dislikes crowds, unfamiliar faces set him on edge; this was why he was pushed for the underground. The limelight was something Shinsou never liked to be in; even in their high school days he preferred to work solo. He remembered telling class 1-A that he wasn’t interested in making friends but that only seemed to fuel the fire of his once classmates. Those were familiar faces, people he had forged bonds with but after graduation, he had thrown himself into the underground and the solidarity of it. It was something he was comfortable with- he was a different breed of hero than Katsuki was. 

Katsuki Bakugou, the Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. The brazen rookie who was quickly climbing the ranks and closing in on the top three. He had big ambitions and certainly wasn’t quiet about it. He was flashy, strong, and determined. Everything that Shinsou wasn’t. He feels the collar of his suit get tighter around his neck, a noose that was certainly choking him as the seconds ticked by. He knew what he had agreed to; remembers the phone call that roused him from a rare night of sleep. He remembers how Katsuki had just laid it all out on the table that night, bitching to him about needing a plus one to this stupid gala and everyone else had their dates. Even Deku had someone on his arm that night and Katsuki would have dug up a dead body and slapped a suit on it before asking that nerd. Hitoshi was a close contender for that corpse. 

He suddenly wants to run, to get back into that stuffy limo and beg the driver to take him back to his shit-hole apartment on the edge of the city. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into his mattress, into his nest of blankets and pillows and try to fall asleep to the rain ASMR he often played on his TV via youtube and never show his face until his phone chimed with a new message of his new mission. His hand tightened around Bakugou’s wrist, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he tries to quell his nerves. Bakugou deserved someone better; fake dating or not. He knew the tabloids would have a field day with the shots of the two of them. He should be better, more composed. Bakguou deserved to be photographed with someone suave, confident and yet Hitoshi was sure he looked like a feral cat, eyes wide and panicked in the flashes of the paparazzi. 

“-- No.” 

He wheezed, forcing his voice through the chokehold of his collar. His resolute steels then, determination making those lavender hues nearly glow. He knows what the tabloids will say; how Shinsou had to have used his quirk to beguile the blonde into letting him into the gala. How else would a low-life hero get access to a swanky soiree? He lets out a slow breath, lashes casting a shadow across his high cheekbones as he lets tired lids fall over before they open with purpose. He stands, back straightening before allowing his hand to rest at the small of Bakugou’s back. He has an inch on him, height-wise, but he stands as if he’s seven feet tall. His face smoothes out into a mask he’s learned to wear through years of disassociation. His eyes hold a mischievous gleam, playful and almost flirtatious in his gaze. He urges the blonde forward, making sure to keep close to his side. 

“We’re going to enjoy this evening and when its over, you owe me until I’m dead and in the ground.” 

[sero-pairo]

From This Moment On

by HomosexualSalmon

Aizawa immediately notice when one of his top students, Bakguou Katsuki, behaves in many peculiar ways. The formerly attentive kid spends most of his class with his head on his desk if he even bothers to show up. Aizawa doesn't jump to any conclusion, but after a while, and some concerning coincidences he decides he has to step in and see what's going on for himself.

Or

Bakugou is secretly homeless and feels like he has nobody to turn to. Aizawa finds him squatting in UA's gym. He takes him in and helps him recover from the traumatic life he didn't even know his student was living.

Words: 1786, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Homeless, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Eating Disorders, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abandonment, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia)

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/pdBS6mM

[sightoru]

izuku midoriya thinks it's the cutest thing in the goddamn world when you ramble. he can listen to you talk for fucking hours. and he just sits there, writing it down in the notebook of his mind with love struck eyes and a dreamy expression on his freckled face.

katsuki bakugou is the type that's all "stay the hell out of my kitchen" at first, but when you share an eagerness to learn he can't help but love the idea of teaching you. calloused hands guiding you through slicing an onion and reminding you to curl in the tips of your fingers so you don't cut them.

when shouto todoroki is finally comfortable enough to tell you the details of his childhood, the nitty gritty and ugly parts of it that he doesn't ever really tell anyone there's a weight lifted off his chest and he can finally breathe again. he never knew what it was like to not be weighed down by the past and all he can think is that your demons live in him too and the world doesn't feel so lonely anymore.

denki kaminari is so surprised the first time he finally gets the courage to kiss you he accidentally shocks you; hair stranding up wildly and you feel like you just pressed your lips to a dryer sheet. He's embarrassed, cheeks and nose turning a bright shade of red that even reaches to the tips of his ears but he can't help but sigh when you laugh and lean in for another one.

keigo takami is nothing short of flattered the first time you walk up to him and ask him to take you flying. something strange happens to his heart; feeling like it's much too big for his chest when he looks at the way you're nervously twisting your hands in front of you. But the pure joy, the elated way you look at him when you realize you can touch clouds.

[anime-rambles]

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!MidoriyaTwinReader

Type: Angst, hurt, forced scenting.

Word Count: Snippet - full parts soon

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, little snippet here of something i've bee working on, almost finished and super excited to share with you all. My drafts are overflowing currently with all the fix's i've been writing, to stay up to date with everything or want to be tagged, I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: You were Midroiya's twin, Bakugou's mate but life isn't easy and one day you were kidnapped, stripped from everything you know. Many years have passed, Bakugou has moved on but only now have you been able to escape, to return to your family. A family that has moved on.

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“OMG DEKU, SHE’S ADORABLE” A high pitched voice sounded in front of your face and all you could see was pink. You backed up a little and didn't make eye contact, opting to hide at Bakugou side.

“Look at that, green hair and all, definitely a Midoriya.” Another voice sounded to your right and someone was pulling at your hair gently. Bakugou just held you tighter, not saying much as he was used to the group. You whimpered slightly and tried to turn away again. You look at Midoriya and he was on the phone calling someone, you assumed it was his mate that was on patrol and you honestly couldn't wait to meet him but right now there were a lot. “Look at those cute freckles” Another voice said really close to you and you whimpered again, Bakguou went to speak but a loud voice sounded from across the room. 

“That’s enough, y/n has come a long way to be here and to join us, you can get to know her soon but right now she’s scared and half of you have to get to work, don't you” Kirishima said and raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You looked at Kirishima and nodded as a thank you. 

“So she can stay?” Midoriya asked as he put his phone away. Kirishima smiled and made his way to the large couch and sat down. “As if i would say no to your twin and Katsuki’s mate, stupid alphas.” Bakugou laughed and pulled you into a hug. He brought the two of you to the couch that Kirishima was sitting on, and he had placed you in the middle but you weren't squashed near him or anything. Bakugou was just letting you get used to the alpha. Midoriya sat on the other sofa, happily watching you. 

Bakugou reached for the remote and turned on a random film that had come up. He relaxed into the seat and tucked his arm around you. You couldn’t help but look at the mass of red beside you. You stared at this alpha, at his long red hair in a ponytail, you stared at his scar on his face, you stared at his lips and down his neck. You found yourself sniffing the air to see what he smelt like, Kirishima could feel you staring at him so he released some pheromones in the air. His arm that was resting on the back of the sofa was lazily rubbing Bakugou’s arm and his alpha was quite happy with the two of you. Your eyes met and Kirishima gave you a massive grin, causing you to giggle. 

You all could hear a crash at the front door and a lot of shuffling. Kirishima was up in an instant and Bakugou and Midoriya followed standing in front of you.   

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHINSO, LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO KNOW SHE'S SAFE,” A voice shouted that you recognised. Kirishima took a step forward and left the room.