#katsuki bakugou x male reader

[oliverrevengers]

long awaited confessions — katsuki / m.reader

“hey,” y/n’s voice echoed throughout katsuki’s room. bakugou has heard him knock and come in, but he’d ignored him, burying himself deeper into his schoolwork. y/n was a weird topic to him. they were friends, in a way. they both knew they wanted the other in a way that wasn’t for friends, but they both always ignored it and acted normal.

y/n leaned on the desk and glanced at bakugou who was unconsciously becoming red. he saw y/n’s arm moving from the corner of his eyes and suddenly his pen wasn’t in his hand anymore. he looked up at y/n with irritation but he was met with a face that made his knees weak.

“what’s going on, kat? i don’t like the way you’ve been acting.”

“then ignore me.”

“you know i can’t do that.”

katsuki felt the veins in his body pop, the blood flowing made his spine shiver, the clattering of his teeth was becoming too uncomfortable, and the heat of his body was unbearable. he snapped to look up at y/n, “you know what’s wrong, y/n. you’re the one to blame.”

y/n’s head tilted, “me? what did i do? how can i fix it?” bakugou groaned at the response. too kind, too caring, too.. good. he suddenly got up and locked gazes with y/n, “hate it, push me away.” katsuki knew y/n was taller than him, but god, why did he seem like the other boy was towering over him.

in a whim, y/n did what katsuki was going to. their lips met, y/n’s hand cupping bakugou’s face, stroking his cheeks and feeling the immense heat emerging from them. katsuki was too desperate, too happy to be taken aback. he scrunched y/n’s sweater in his hands, his knuckles turning white at the sheer amount of strength he’s using to fist the black material.

katsuki was a couple of minutes late when he realised that y/n has pulled away and was hugging him tightly. katsuki desperately hugged back and buried his face into y/n’s neck. he heard y/n laugh which caused him to tighten his grip around the boy’s neck, “this was what’s bothering you? i’m sorry. i was planning on doing something about it soon. got a date planned and everything, but i guess we’ll have to go on it as being official rather than it being a long awaited confession, hm?”

“…don’t fucking hum in my ear like that.”

“is that a yes to the date or the being official statement?”

“shut up. you know my answer.”

“yeah,” y/n pulled back a little and tenderly kissed the blond’s hair, rested for a minute taking in the smell of katsuki’s shampoo, “yeah, i do.”

[myballsyourballs]

This just came in mind

Katsuki deku and todoroki reactions to seeing reader really bad injured.

Ok so they fighting a villain, and on the end of the battle the construction that they were inside starts to break in pieces. And the reader didn't managed to get out in time. (reader is not dead just badly injured)

(So sorry if it's hard to understand my english still need to be polished 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️)

fatality

bakugou, midoriya (seperate) x m! reader

genre: angsty(?) drabbles

warnings: description of injury

notes: i assumed this was seperate- i hope i didnt get that wrong 😭 also, if you don't specify gender im probably going to make it gn or male (which i did here) and i am SO sorry for not including todoroki — i didn’t know how to characterise him for something like this, and i honestly just need to churn out fics rn. thanks for requesting!

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bakugou !

The building erupted into flames, orange and yellow tendrils licking at the sides of rotting concrete walls. Slowly, the cement broke, anything stable soon collapsing into a dusty heap of rock.

Bakugou called out. There was no answer.

He kept running. There was so much smoke. His eyes scanned the remains around him frantically, in contrast to his seemingly calm exterior. He felt like he was in shock. His expression was blank, completely devoid of any emotion -- except his eyes. Unadulterated panic swam in his red irises, molars clacking together as Bakugou clenched his jaw. He swallowed thickly.

"Zero! We need to get out of here -- it's not stable!" He faintly registered Kirishima yelling out to him. Nothing's breaking anymore. It's stable enough. Bakugou knew he was only trying to make himself feel better at this point.

"[L/N]'s in here." He said softly, hands stilling by his sides as he observed the concrete around him.

"Grou-- Bakugou, come on!"

He spotted you.

A hand, one that was definitely yours, peeked underneath a thick slab of rectangular-shaped rock that was laying on top of you. There was some other concrete that rested beneath it which prevented it from completely weighing on you, but your left arm wasn't so lucky. Bakugou rushed forward, gripping the edge of the slab with calloused fingers and pulling it up with a groan. Once it was far enough from you, he let out explosions from his palms, ignoring the ache and slight burn he felt in doing so.

The concrete slab slammed against the ground beside you, vibrations ringing out in a low rumble — unheard over the high-pitched ringing in Bakugou’s ears. No, no, no no no…

Your body lay on the ground, blood pouring in a slow drip from a head wound located on the side of your temple. Your arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and your face was covered in soot. Bakugou felt the sting of bile at the back of his throat. A torn hero suit revealed a large burn — 3rd degree — that traced the expanse of your stomach. 2nd degree burns littered your arms and chest, though your face and legs were left mostly clear.

“Get a medic!” he called out, voice raspy from smoke inhalation.

There was silence. He looked back, meeting the eyes of Kirishima, who was still in shock, standing with his eyes trained on your unconscious body.

"I SAID GET A FUCKING MEDIC!"

Red Riot startled, stumbling backwards and towards where the ambulances were soon arriving, exiting the cloud of smoke.

His fists clenched against the ground beside your head, body rocking back and forth. He couldn’t move you. It was too risky. What if you had broke your neck? Got a concussion? Brain damage? Broken your skull? Amnesia? Hematoma? Paralysed, seizures, coma—

“Ground Zero!” A voice called — unfamiliar this time. Kirishima seemed to have left. Bakugou raised his head slightly, red eyes peering at a figure approaching from the smoke. “We need you to step away. We’re taking him to the hospital.”

Wordlessly, Bakugou reluctantly pulled his arms from beside your head. More figures approached from the cloud of dust and smoke, carrying a stretcher between them. They checked your pulse, announcing it was there, but faint. He watched numbly as they wrapped a precautionary brace around your neck, steadying your head as they transferred you to the stretcher.

Bakugou followed them out, feeling like he was on autopilot. You had a pulse. You were alive.

He didn't leave your side.

midoriya !

"[Y/N]!"

Midoriya skidded to a stop next to your stretcher, collapsing to his knees with tears already streaming down his cheeks. He slid an arm around your waist, and a palm to the back of your head. "You're okay, you're okay..."

Your eyes settled onto his, hazy. Midoriya let out a relieved laugh that soon dissolved into sobs. Your eyelids felt heavy. You wanted to sleep. "...I'm... okay," you said, voice raspy. "It's okay..."

"You w--weren't! There was-- there was blood, and--"

"Izuku," you murmured gently, his eyes snapping to yours. "I'm okay," you repeated. You raised a hand, gently stroking his jaw, watching in silence as his lower lip trembled.

"...I can't lose you."

"You won't. You haven't."

He dipped his head, shoulders shaking once more as sobs wracked his body. Plumes of smoke poured out of the building in the distance, the wail of sirens faint. Midoriya buried his head into your chest, worn out and emotions a tangled mess.

The fight from before didn't seem to last long after you had gotten injured. It's odd, though, the contrast you see now. After you had been thrown back by the villain and broken your leg, Midoriya was first not upset. Well, underneath his exterior he probably was, but outside of that?

Midoriya was furious.

He was seething with rage, a rage that could rival even Bakugou's. It was... rather odd to see. The fight didn't last long after that. Midoriya delt with the villain, and ran straight to the stretcher you had been put on.

Your calloused fingers ran through his hair, brushing out any knots and shaking off the dust. His breathing was less ragged now -- though he was still limp against your chest. Kneeling on the ground. That looks uncomfortable. "Don't you wanna grab a chair? Your knees are going to hurt..." you mumbled quietly, voice only a gently rumble.

Midoriya tightened his arm around your waist.

No, then. You continued to guide your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently laid over his shoulders.

A throat cleared.

You turned your head quickly, wincing and letting out a small hiss when the movement caused your headache to increase while your vision blurred.

A paramedic stood there, her face patient. "There's an ambulance ready for you now," she paused, contemplative. "Hero Deku, you're welcome to tag along."

Midoriya's head lifted, green curls bouncing as he nodded his head.

"Great. If you're good to go, we'll get you going now."

"Yeah," you murmured breathily, eyes threatening to close. "...yeah, I'm good."

The paramedic, who was now rolling your stretcher to the ambulance with Midoriya trailing at your side, pursed her lips before she spoke again. "Please keep your eyes open, sir. You can sleep when we get to the hospital."

You sighed, head lolling as you turned it to the opposite direction of her. "M'fine. The guy... before... he told me not to sleep, too," you faltered, eyes feeling heavy.

“[Y/N]?” Midoriya murmured, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes widened as yours slipped shut. “Hey, [Y/N]!”

He never let go of your hand.

[tobyisher3]

Too Cold Outside

(Katsuki Bakugou x Male reader)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Tw: Katsuki, yelling, kissing, cursing, and tough love.

Pronoun: (He/Him)

Key:

(Y/n)-Your name

Quirk: Elements (you can control the elements)

Katsuki’s POV

"Katsuki!" I heard a familiar voice yell. "What do you want, you damn nerd?" It was snowing and he looked cold which is so stupid. He had his scarf flowing behind him as he ran over towards me with a smile. "We should walk to school together, Kirishima would be happy you came to school safe and sound!" He spoke happily, I hate how happy he sounds sometimes. "Who told you to call me Katsuki, it's almost as bad as Damn Deku's stupid nickname." I growled as I saw his face was red, it always was around me. "Well, I guess I'll stop." He looked down with a pout.

Fuck. "I'm sorry dumbass." I muttered and stopped on sidewalk. He stopped too as if trying to copy...Dumbass... "Do that thing?" I asked him. "What thing?" He asked back. I swear he is almost as bad as Icy Hot. "Ya know." I told him as he confused. "Y/n do the thing!" I yelled and he ran up to me a grabbed my collar. "What thing!?" He yelled in my face. "THE TWO QUIRKS THING!" I yelled louder in his face. He sighed and still holding onto my collar slowly letting go. "I'm not going to Katsuki." He told me and I froze.

That was new. Someone has finally told me no. "Hey dumbass." I told him and he looked up at me. "What do you want?" He asked and I grabbed his collar and kissed him. "Pay attention to me." Fucking extras always getting in my God damn way.

An~Here’s Katsu as promised (I know I used nicknames I’ve used them since I was 14 and it’s been 6 years and I am not stopping). I know I suck, but it’s a lot of uploads and my dog died when I made the plan so I’m not feeling inspired as of late. Anyway, stay hydrated and drink water or else I will be under your bed tonight <3.- TI3

[urlocalfaggot]

Fandom: My hero academia

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

angst to fluff

Am I Not Good Enough? (part 4)

Bakugou was the only one in the dorms, other than the (h/c) haired male. He walked up the stairs and stood in front of (M/n)’s dorm. Bakugou decided to do two little, but audible, knokes on the door. He wanted for a while but didn't get any response. So the male decided to go inside his lover's dorm. Only to see the (h/c) haired boy passed out on his bed. ‘Heh.. he was so tired he didn't even bother to take off his uniform.’ Bakugou went to shake (M/n) but the boy didn't wake up. ‘Damn. He's knocked out.’ Bakugou decided that since it looked like the boy wasn't going to wake up any time soon, he would change him out of the probably stuffy uniform into some more comfortable clothes. After he did that he was deciding on what he should do now. So he did something he hasn't done in a long time. He climbed on the bed and cuddled his boyfriend. It felt so nice that he was almost in tears. He missed this. He was such an ass to his boyfriend. But he is determined to make it up any way he possibly can. About 4 hours pass and Bakugou ends up waking up to the feeling of someone moving. It was (M/n). He was slurring in his sleep. (M/n), now half awake, tries to get up, or at least move, but can't. Bakugou tightened his hold on him. ‘Huh?’ The (h/c) haired male wondered why he couldn't get up. “Mmm.. don't get up.” Bakugou mumbled cuddling further into (M/n). His eyes widened, now fully awake. “Katsuki, what are you doing here?! Let go of me!” He yelled trying to wiggle out of his boyfriend's hold. “No. I'm not letting go. I want to show you I love you. I want to show you I'm sorry. Because I am. I'm sorry for being a jerk. For not giving you the attention you need and deserve. I'm sorry for blowing you off for two weeks. For being the worst boyfriend ever.. I'm sorry..” Bakugou said while tears were coming down his face. (M/n)’s heart hurt hearing the pain in Katsuki's voice. He knew the blonde was genuinely sorry for his mistakes so he tried to turn around but couldn't. Bakugou didn't want his boyfriend to see him in this crying state. “Katsuki, let me turn around. Please?” (M/n) asked in a gentle voice. Bakugou hesitantly loosened his grip on (M/n)'s waist. He turned to look at his boyfriend, only to feel as if he was going to cry himself. Bakugou had tears running down his face, his eyebrows scrunched up, his lip was quivering, and he bit his lower lip so his sobs couldn't escape. “I'm sorr-'' Bakugou continued to try and apologize only to be cut off by a pair of lips. (M/n) missed the feeling of his boyfriend's slightly ruffer lips on his. Bakugou quickly melted into the kiss, he too missing the feeling of his boyfriends lips on his. He started to cry more tears. Bakugou then again wondered why the hell he blew off the most important person in the world to him. He was stupid. But he won't be again. He knows his mistake. And Bakugou being Bakugou, he isn't going to make that mistake twice. (M/n) broke the kiss and lightly guided his boyfriend's head on his chest. Bakugou snuggled closer to him. “I missed this..” Bakugou mumbled. “Me too.” (M/n) said, playing with Bakugou's hair. “I'm sorry.” The blond boy apologized again. “Katsuki it's ok. I forgive you ok? No more sorry. I love you.” the (h/c) haired boy says, hugging Bakugou slightly tighter. “I love you too.’’ (M/n) cupped Bakugou’s cheek, the blond boy’s crimson red eyes looked into (e/c) orbs that held a look of love and admiration. Bakugou leaned into the light touch. (M/n) then leaned in to place another kiss on the blonde boy. The kiss was filled with so much love. They stayed like that for a good while before pulling away. They both stared into each other's eyes. Both pairs of eyes held looks of admiration. Both boys were happy to be with each other again.

this shit made me cryyy.

[fandomz-brainrot]

Soft Boy (Katsuki Bakugou x Male Reader)

Originally posted June 4 2019

TW: Violence, homophobia, bullying, homophobic slurs

Reader's Pov   I was what you would call a soft boy. I was sensative, and way too empathetic for my own good. I wore makeup, loved cute aesthetics and flowers, and when I wasn't in my school uniform I sported oversized pastel sweaters and sky blue jeans.

You see, this would all be normal and fine if I hadn't been so STUPID and fall for the most arrogant, rude, and hot headed boy in the entirety of U.A: Katsuki Bakugou

Goddammit, I couldnt help myself. I mean, how could I? Just look at him! I thought he was perfect. And, I shouldn't. The bullies at school will just tease me more. They already know I'm gay, they'd probably use it as blackmail.

 My thoughts continued to drift as I stared at Bakugou from accross the room. Realizing that someone could catch me staring, I quickly averted my gaze.

Bakugou's POV   I felt a pair of eyes staring at the back of my head. I turned my head to look at them, preparing myself to go off on them before I saw (E/C) eyes quickly dart away. A small blush crept onto my cheeks, and I quickly turned back, resting my head on my hands.

Dammit. Why did he make me like that? I guess I just found him so... Cute?? And perfect??? But I'm not gay. I swear I'm not.

 Soon enough class was over and the bell rang, multiple pairs of feet shuffling out of the doors. I stole a glace at (Y/N), feeling my cheeks heat once more.

 This was so stupid...

Reader's POV

I quickly walked out of the door, making sure everyone was far in front of me. During class I had written a note to Bakugou telling him how I felt during class. I was going to give it to him later.

 I took the piece of paper out of my pocket. It was pastel pink and I wrote in purple pen. I smiled softly at it, walking down the halls. It was lunch. I never really ate, so why be in the cafeteria surrounded by hundreds of other people, when there was really no need? I felt strong hands push me into the locker, making me fall to the ground.

I looked up to see one of my most frequent bullies, his friends around them. They smiled at me. "Whatcha got there, fag?" He asked, snatching the paper from my hands.

SHIT.

  I felt my eyes prick with tears as I saw his orange eyes dart over the paper. He chuckled darkly before showing it to his friends to let them skim over the paper. They all laughed.

  "Really? Bakugou? You really think HE would like YOU? He probably isn't even gay!! Who would like you anyway?!" He yelled. He kicked me in the stomach, continuing to insult and tease me.

  I couldn't help it. I began to sob loudly. "Awww, did we hurt your wittle feelwings, gay boy?" The leader taunted. "You're so fucking we-"

"HEY!!"

  I looked over to the voice that had stood up for me, only to see Katsuki Bakugou. "GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU BASTARDS!!" The blonde screamed, his red eyes burning with pure rage.

  The bullies panicked and ran. They knew how violent he could be.   Bakugou ran over to me, quickly looking over me for any major injuries, and I had managed to wipe away my tears and stop crying. "I swear, I'm going to kill them later..." He mumbled, brushing his hand against mine. I didn't know weather it was intentional or not, but I blushed. I smiled sheepishly at him. He smiled softly back.

  He noticed my note on the ground a few feet away. He picked it up and read it over carefully.

  I covered my face with my hands, tears starting to run down my cheeks again. This seemed to happen a lot. He finished reading and looked over to me. "I-I'm sorry..." I said quietly.

  He scooted over to me and helped me sit up. Cupping my face in his hands, he wiped away the tears. "You dont have to apologize... I... I feel the same way.." He avoided my eyes and instead stared at the ground.

  "W-wait, really?" I asked.

"Obviously!! Why wouldnt I? W-well, since we know we both know we have feelings for each other... Will you be my boyfriend..?" The hot headed douchebag asked.

  I smiled and hugged him, nodding. He pet my hair, and kissed the top of my head.

---

From that day on, Katsuki kept all of the bullies from hurting me. He only told a few people, since he cared too much about his reputation and our safety to risk letting the word go out publically.

  He only told his closest friends, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Denki.

  Since then, I've been the happiest I've ever been. And I honestly wouldn't settle for anything else.

[madamsommed]

I was just thinking about Bakugou in the Doctor's office with his mother and the doctor suddenly asks how often he has sex.

SUGGESTIVE? (there's no smut but still)

Bakugou doesn't like doctors at all. Whether it's the ones at the hospital or the general practitioners. He finds them obnoxious and nosey. The only reason he sees them is when he's been hurt in battle or when his loving mother forces him to go.

"Why are we here?" Katsuki groans slouching arms folded in the passenger seat of the nice car he bought for his mom.

"Because you haven't gone for a check-up once this year." Mitsuki says stuffing her sunglasses into her already full bag of lord knows what.

"Because I'm fine and I would know that."

-

His scowl only deepens as he walks into the smell of medicine flowing in the air of the building. Though he feels better when he finds out he doesn't have to wait and his mother was kind enough to book an appointment.

Unwillingly scurrying off quickly when he sees a fangirl squeal and stand up assuming to ask for a picture.

And for a second he thinks it's not that bad and things will go smoothly until the doctor starts asking all sorts of questions that he's sure aren't relevant at all.

He answers them all quite well until the doctor questions his sex life. And honestly, he was gonna answer in confidence without a second thought until he remembered his mother was sitting right next to him.

"So how often do you have sex?" The doctor asks without an ounce of embarrassment in his voice but then again he probably asks this question often.

"Well uh-"

He cuts himself off and just sits there frozen suddenly uncomfortable with all eyes in the room being on him. Regretting all his choices leading up to this moment.

"I don't- I don't think that's relevant.. at all."

The doctor only chuckles suddenly also uncomfortable with the energy in the room.

"Well uh.. considering the situation it is but would you like mom to step out of the room?"

And he doesn't answer just shrugs his shoulders and gives his mom a questioning look. And now Mitsuki is also uncomfortable with the energy AND the possibility of the answer.

"I don't know is it a worrying answer?" She questions turning the focus back to Katsuki.

"I'm not answering that." He answers letting out a very uncomfortable chuckle.

"Why?"

"I'm just not."

"Do I not wanna know?"

"I just don't feel like you need to know that."

"So I should step out?"

"You should step out."

"Out I go then."

"Yeah."

Mitsuki picks up her bag and walks out in less than a second.

"So.. I'm assuming it's often then." The doctor asks, pen ready in hand to right it down.

"Depends how often you consider often."

[35c4p15t]

Powerless (Yandere!Bully x Reader)

E.g. Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK)

CW: yandere, referenced bullying, verbal abuse, pet names (doll, love, sweetheart), nonconsensual kissing and dry-humping

NSFW- MDNI

Arrogance first compelled him to approach you, entranced by your demeanor, before immaturity pushed him to insult and assault you, angered by your initial indifference towards him. Interactions thereafter snowballed as his intrigue evolved into infatuation, which soured into possessiveness, until his role in your life was that of an abusive, toxic, unpredictable bully. Despite wishing things were better, he'd play any role if it meant hogging your attention and scaring others away from you.

Cornering you was concerningly easy; even after all he'd put you through, your efforts to avoid him were pitifully easy to overcome. “Miss me, sweetheart?" Panic was written all over your face as you turned to look at him. Jolting away from him, about to run, he catches your arm, securing you next to him. Where you should be. “Where you goin', doll?" Squirming in his grip, you manage to plead, “Away from you. Please, let me go." It hurts, that you're always so desperate to get away from him. “You wound me, love," he smirks, masking his actual feelings, as usual. “I jus' wanna spend some time with my favourite person, don't you?" He tugged you closer to him, pressing his toned chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “I am your favourite person, right, sweetheart?" His breath tickled your ear uncomfortably, causing you to wiggle in his grasp. “Careful, love, you're gonna make me excited." You cease movement immediately, eyes brimming with tears. He notices, sighing in disappointment. “C'mon, doll, lemme take you somewhere nice, yeah?"

Confused, but powerless to resist, he forces you into his car. “P-please, I don't want to go anywhere… with you." He stares at you, overwhelmed: enraged by your disinclination, frustrated at his own distreatment of you, and desperate to keep you with him. Consequently, he shoves you into the back of his car, climbing in after you, closing the door behind him before crawling over you, distressing you as you attempted to shuffle away.

Undeterred, high on adrenaline, and too elated that you were finally beneath him to think clearly, he grabs your face- unintentionally harsh in his haste- and you whimper, immediately flailing under him in distress, becoming more frantic while he lowered his face, his nose brushing against yours as he planted his lips on yours. Frenzied, you started thrashing, prompting him to drop his body, weighing you down, and briefly lift his mouth to murmur in a husky, confident tone, “Don't bother, doll, you can't stop me." “N-no! Please, I'll go wherever you want, b-but, please don't do this!" “Oh, but you've upset me now, love. Make it up to me, yeah? Just relax, sweetheart." Returning to kissing you, smirking when you stopped writhing, instead laying limp, tears flowing down heated cheeks. His free hand snaked down your body, finding and squeezing your ass while he pushed his tongue into your mouth, and his leg forced itself between your thighs to begin grinding against you. Feeling a hardness pressing on your thigh reignited your anxiety, however, struggling under him simply pleased him, groaning hotly into your mouth. Pressing his leg harder against you, the hand holding you face in place dug warningly into your cheeks before sliding down to your chest, groping- selfishly, so hard you flinched in pain- his breathing quickening, almost heavily panting on your face, withdrawing his mouth from yours momentarily to mutter near nonsense, “You're mine, I own you, sweetheart. No-one else loves you, doll, you're nothin' without me."

Despite hearing his words numerous times since he started harassing you, it still stung. Dejected, you turned your head, unable to face your tormentor, now also molester. You felt sick. Swept up in his own pleasure, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, mouth open, licking, kissing, biting at the sensitive skin there. His hips accelerated, hand roaming your body, grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing as he pleased, until he buried his teeth possessively into your neck, sighing through his teeth, jerking against you a few more times before he stilled, panting in your ear for a moment. Eyes screwed shut- burning from crying- and stomach aching with disgust, you felt more shame, repulsion, and powerless than ever. “Least you're not completely useless, huh, doll?"

[dorkszn]

SOULLESS + katsuki bakugou

SYNP — after losing your quirk, you had no idea what to do with yourself and katsuki couldn’t help you

WARNINGS — masc reader, suicide, quirk loss, heavy angst | 1.3K

A/N — did i cook, y’all? 🥺

Your quirk was what made you. That was the mentality most people in this world had. It was what you grew up on. You took it seriously. Your quirk defined you.

Katsuki knew this. He understood you. Even he knew he was more than his quirk. He never put you down for it, he just pushed you to work harder.

And you pushed. You pushed and pushed and pushed. Until it all fell to shit.

You don’t process the silencing sound of the gun shooting until you feel the impact. The world slows while simultaneously crumbling around you. You can’t hear. You can’t hear Sir Nighteye shouting, you can’t hear Izuku’s gasp, you can’t hear Togata’s cry. You just feel. Feel a part of you being ripped away.

The bullet sits in your body. And you feel. You feel the gash in your flesh. You feel the blood seeping from the wound. You feel the sting of its penetration. Then you feel the strength drain from you. You pushed too far.

Everyone described your time in the hospital as uncharacteristic and silent. The only time you spoke was when Katsuki visited you. And he felt. He felt the emptiness radiating from you. Even then, you sat in quietness as you attempted to tell him how you were feeling. Empty. Weak. Soulless.

He couldn’t treat you like everyone else. For one of the first times in his life, he knew, a quirkless person was nothing less than him. He had to treat them right. He had to treat you right. Which he did of course.

Your mental and emotional condition always hurt him. Always made him feel like a piece of him was missing. Even when you were allowed to return to your training. When you’d help him with his special moves or by sitting on his back while he did pushups.

It was a mental trick. It was supposed to make you feel like you were back. It was supposed to make people see you and smile and pat you on the back. Giving you “good job!” and “we’re glad to see you back.” But you weren’t back. You weren’t anything. And nobody knew. Nobody knew until Katsuki and Aizawa did.

A normal day of physical therapy while everyone else was training. One where Katsuki requested to come with you and one where Aizawa sat in with you. Your arm wasn’t functioning like before. No part of you was. Not your mind, heart, or soul, if it was even still there.

The physical therapist gave you your usual spiel before leaving you with the two men.

“The way you’re taking this ain’t very heroic, you know?” Aizawa told you, taking a seat next to you on the bench. He put a comforting hand on your head, pulling you close to him.

Your words struck through the two like the bullet that hit you. The bullet that robbed you. “I’m not a hero anymore. I’m nothing.”

That’s when the two realized. You weren’t the same. The hero you were and the person you were now, were completely different.

Katsuki saw the signs. He knows he did. His only mistake was not knowing what to do about them. He had sick thoughts. He thought maybe if Izuku had gone through with his words, he’d know the signs. He’s grateful that Izuku is alive and well but a bit upset that he didn’t have the experience he needed.

You zoned out often, stayed in your dorm all the time, slept in class, and barely spoke at lunch, you wouldn’t text with your old spark and enthusiastically run up to him after school. He missed you. Not any more than he does now but he did. Even though you were right there. Like you were just a body floating its way through life.

He told Aizawa. Aizawa said to give you time. Katsuki doesn’t blame him. Not entirely. He couldn’t have known. But giving you time was the wrong move. Giving you time was the last thing you needed.

Katsuki knows he should’ve been smarter the day you gave him a letter. An envelope that you didn’t want him to open until the next day. Aizawa got one too. So did Hitoshi. And Izuku. But none of them thought anything of it. Just a way for you to get the words you couldn’t say out.

Katsuki should’ve known after seeing the way you grinned around everyone and stayed by his side all day. But he was stupid. He thought you were getting better.

Dear, Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki. I love you more than anything in this lifetime. I am forever grateful for what you’ve given me. My life has gone so much better than I ever expected because of you. I want to give you the world. I tried. I tried really hard. But I can’t. Everything feels dull and nothing feels right. I feel trapped and I don’t feel like myself. And I can’t get out of this slump. Being here feels like being dead. I’m not here. I know this would hurt to text you or say to your face. I can’t think of those eyes of yours without it hurting me. Nothing is your fault. Never. Thank you, Katsuki. I love you in this life and beyond. Take your time, hold your ground, and become the best. I’m rooting for you. I’ll see you on the other side or in another life. I know if I become myself again, I will always find you.

Love, your dumbass, y/n l/n.

The wind rushed past you. Everything looked so different from your view. The same scenery you’d be taking in for the past few months sits ahead of you but it looks different. It feels nice. Maybe because this was the last time you’d see it.

The ground glares up at you, it’s pavement calling to you. The moonlight shines on your skin, casting your shadow on the rooftop of the dorms. You try to smile. To take it in one last time. But you can’t. Your mind won’t let you. Whatever was left of your soul won’t let you.

You just take a deep breath. And feel. You feel the bullet breaking your flesh and shattering your bone. You feel Katsuki’s warmth surrounding you. You feel Aizawa’s hand on your head. You feel and feel and feel. Before you fall.

It only took minutes after sunrise before you were found. An unlucky student stumbles across a corpse. Their blood-curdling scream immediately grabbed the whole world’s attention. It only took hours for them to collect you and identify you.

After that, it only took minutes for it to be announced to the class. It only took seconds for Katsuki to unwillingly break down. As fast as the bullet ripped your quirk from you, his soul, his mind, and his heart were ripped from him.

It only took seconds for the pity and grief to intoxicate the room. Poisoning every first year and teacher at the school. It only took days for Katsuki to finally convince himself to read the letter. It only took seconds for him to break down again and be pulled into Aizawa’s chest.

It only took a week for Katsuki’s world to crumble.

He visits you through the snowy days and warm nights. Sitting in front of your stone and replacing your flowers. Your soul is long gone and it feels as if his was too. The picture of you in his t-shirt, stupidly grinning at the camera stares into him. And he feels. He feels the hurt. He feels the pain. He feels your warmth. He feels your missed presence. He feels and he feels and he feels. Until he doesn’t think he can anymore.

“You weren’t nothing, y/n. You were everything.” He pushed the words out.

[mikulovingtrash]

Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.

[oliverrevengers]

{ MELANCHOLY MORNINGS }

- MHA BOYS X MALE READER -

katsuki bakugo.

the sun evaded the curtains and ever so rudely hit y/n’s face. his eyebrows scrunched, almost meeting in the middle of his head. turning on his side, he felt the presence of another. he edged closer until he felt soft breath on his skin, a hum rose next to him. yesterday was exhausting. they got used to excessive amounts studying and training but there were some days were it was overwhelming. y/n’s whole body ached, he felt like he needed to rest for years, but his boyfriend would never let him.

“morning,” y/n groaned, refusing to acknowledge that it was time for him to get up. he felt katsuki’s shifting next to him. his eyes subconsciously and forcefully opened, he looked at katsuki who stood by the window, staring at nothing. y/n threw the covers to the other side of the bed and started walking up to the window. he didn’t say anything. he didn’t even get close to katsuki. he simply stood opposite him and waited.

something was up. something was wrong. he knew the signs, he knew katsuki all too well.

“stop. go back to bed. you’re still tired, nothing is going on.” katsuki lowly said. he knew y/n forced himself to wake up to ask what was wrong and he felt almost guilty.

“don’t lie to me, katsuki. you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but don’t lie. please.”

katsuki hummed. it was merely minutes before katsuki started speaking, “just exhausted of everything. of always feeling the need to be perfect. of yelling and being stubborn… of being me.” y/n looked at his boyfriend, nodding, he started to get closer until katsuki was in his arms. “did you sleep last night?” y/n asked. he felt katsuki shake his head, blond hair lightly tickling y/n’s neck, “no.”

“figured,” y/n sighed. he didn’t let katsuki go, he knew better than that, “want me to respond or just let you be?” katsuki toke a while until he responded, “just .. don’t go anywhere.”

“where would i go, katsuki? i’m here. always am.”

izuku midoriya.

“izuku.. why are you awake?” y/n groggily asked. he rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to fight his sleeplessness. he peaked at the clock that read 4:03 AM. it was too early, even for izuku. he sat up and looked at his boyfriend who sat staring at nothing in the pitch darkness.

y/n heard izuku sigh and turn his head to look at him, “nothing, love. i’m alright.” y/n tilted his head, copying the green individual, “no. no, you’re not alright. you’ve been down for days and i’m worried.” his smile dropped as deku frowned. izuku’s eyes darted to the window that emitted the faintest of light as the sun slowly rose.

izuku uncomfortably shuffled in the bed, “didn’t mean to make you worried.” he said. y/n nodded and softly wrapped his arms around izuku. he felt his boyfriend wrap his own arms around y/n’ waist and rest his head on y/n’s shoulder.

“i don’t know. this is all i wanted and more, but.. it gets loud sometimes. i feel like this was way more fun when it was a mere dream in middle school, nothing is easy, i know that, but is it supposed to be this hard? i don’t know...”

y/n knew izuku wasn’t expecting an answer, and to be frank, he had no idea what to say. he dug his hands in izuku’s curls and kissed the top of his head, “i love you.” the least y/n could do was comfort him and the way izuku’s arms wrapped tighter around y/n made him close his eyes, pleased with this small step for now.

[myballsyourballs]

OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

[jaymadii]

BAKUGO HEAT HEADCANNONS [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

This man is on TOP of his heat schedule

When he’s sees his date is fast approaching he begins to prepare - bottled water, meal prep, lube, alpha

You don’t have a choice on whether or not your gonna spend his heat with him when you start dating

He has to lay his claim before another omega tried to woo you

He has a two bedroom apartment so he can use the second bedroom as a heat room

That baby is locked at all times because of noisy guests (Denki)

You were taken back the first time you walked in there

Your clothes - everywhere

Bakugo is a laundry thief

You didn’t get to do much looking around at first because you had a horny omega purring in your neck and grinding on your thigh

During a rest period you get to take it all in though

Huge nest

HUGE

Like it takes up the whole room

The floor is lined with a big mattress and soft blankets and pillows are piled in a circular formation

Everything was black or grey

During his heat Bakugo is clingy af

Denies later

But the moment you make a move to get out of the nest a distressed cry is heard from behind you before you feel your omega’s hands stroking any part he can get to

Trying to lure you back in

It works

He clings to your chest while he sleeps, head tucked into the crook of your neck while you stroke his hair

If you ever wanna hear Bakugo purr, just whisper sweet things into his ear about why he’s better than any other omega

About how he’s the only omega you would ever love

LOVES to ride you during his heat

Makes him feel in control

Also loves to leave bruises and bites all over you

He wants your co-workers to know why you had to take a week off

He will cry if you deny him a orgasm for too long

Tears and snot running down his face as he begs for you to keep touching him

Will only stop crying after you give him what he wants and then some

Heat sex is much sweeter than regular sex with Bakugo

Bakugo’s brain is telling him to give you a reason to mark him - the mate him - to breed him

Bakugo runs your hand over his belly when your inside him - wanting for you to feel the bulge you made

He loves to have his nipples teased

Sometimes you think he could cum from that alone

The inhuman squeals that come out of him when your mouth attaches to a nub is a addicting sound

Hates it when you pay only attention to his cock

He’ll be thrusting in your mouth frustrated and crying that he can’t cum

Immediately loses all his composure when you start fingering him

You love to eat him out - love to have him sit on your face

Bakugo’s legs shake so bad as he tries to hold himself up for you

You constantly pull him down so your tongue can go deeper

On the occasion that you do leave to room during his heat - to eat or bathe

Bakugo bends himself over the counter in the kitchen to entice you to fuck him more

When you do bathe - you bathe together

You shampoo Bakugo’s hair for him as he lays against your chest in the tub

You wash him with body wash - very throughly

You’re afraid of the floor getting water damage with all the sloshing that happens

Bakugo doesn’t wear clothes during his heat - unless it’s one of your shirts or shorts

Can’t stand not having your scent on him constantly

[cloudyzeusy]

Fucked into Submission ||

pairing: katsuki bakugou X top reader

warning: cheating, creampies, feminine terms

"Shiiit how could you ever convince yourself you were a top." I groaned pounding into him gripping his waist.

"Look at you whining and moaning like a bitch ugh this pussy is too good to ever been fucking anyone."

It was funny no one would ever believe this was Dynamight the number one hero. Gladly taking my cock like a slut too fucked out to even make any noises other then moans.

"Imagine Kirishima could see you now his top boyfriend bouncing on another man's cock. His own little clit not being touched." I huffed emptying my load into his cunt filling him up I pulled out my dick slapping on his juicy ass as I watched my cum flow out of him.

"Next time you fuck him make sure you think of me fucking you into submission." I smirked.

[urlocalfaggot]

this one was requested but my dumbass accidentally deleted it so im so sorry but now that ik why my shit wasn't posting i can post now 😭. this one was a bakugou x male reader angst and i took a lot of time on it so it has over 4000 words so imma split in into a lot of parts- anyway lets go!

Fandom: My hero academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

angst to fluff

Am I Not Good Enough?

(M/n) was in his dorm, the lights off, the curtains closed keeping the shine of the sun away, and him under a pile of blankets. Him and Bakugou have been in a relationship since their second year of middle school. They have been through a lot together. But some things changed a bit once they made it into UA. Bakugou started hanging out with Kirishima, and the rest of the Bakusquad more. Whenever (M/n) would ask him if he wanted to hang out or go on a date or just have a cuddle session in one of their dorms, Bakugou would always shut him down by saying he was going to hang out with Kirishima or the Bakusquad. He always said he would make up for it but at the end of the day, he never did. Today was another one of those days where (M/n) goes to his room and looks at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, letting them consume him. ‘Maybe he is losing feelings for me..?’ (M/n) thought as tears started to prick the sides of his eyes. ‘No. don't think like that (M/n).. he loves you.. Right..?’ (M/n) let out the tears that were dangerously close to falling out. He started sobbing and now that he did, he couldn't stop. He let all the tears and emotions he was bottling up out. On the other hand, with Bakugou. He was hanging out at the arcade with Kirishima and the others. They were playing random arcade games when Mina and Sero got hungry so they decided to go to the fast food place next to the arcade then go back once everyone ate. While they were ordering food Kaminari was talking about the time he got his head stuck in a pot and (M/n) helped him out. On the topic of the (h/c) haired boy, Mina asked Bakugou a question. “Hey Bakubae, how is (M/n)? I haven't seen you guys hang out much.” Bakugou looked at her with an irritated look. “Hah?! How am I supposed to know how he is?” “Um.. well you are his boyfriend. Don't you spend time with him?” Sero asked with a questioning tone while drinking the Sprite he got. “Of course I spend time with him tape arms!” Bakugou yelled at Sero, throwing his spoon at him. “Oh really? Then why have you been blowing him off for us? You may not see it but we, or I, sure do. He always asks you to hang out and you blow him off like he’s nothing. Just wait Bakugou, he's going to stop trying to spend time with you and you're going to wonder why but the reason is your own actions.” Jiro said while glaring at Bakugou. “Pf yea ok headphones. (M/n) can't go a day without being with me. That will never happen.” Bakugou said, looking her dead in the eyes. “Just wait. We all know (M/n). When he doesn't feel good enough, he shuts off. And he cuts people off. Because he doesn't want to bother them. So fix the problem before it gets to that point.” Jiro said, getting mad and squeezing her cup. Bakugou looked down, knowing that what she said about (M/n) shutting off is true. But he doesn't think that that will happen. ‘I haven't been avoiding him. Right?’ he thought to himself. After that they went back to the arcade but Bakugou couldn't focus on any of the games now. Kaminari won against him in three games and he didn't even care. He was to focus thinking about (M/n). They got prizes with the points they got playing the games. Denki got a cute pikachu keychain. Kirishima got a choker with spikes on it. Mina got some cotton candy because she was still hungry. Sero got some cool headphones. Jiro got new eyeliner because they had that for some reason. Bakugou decided to get a plush for (M/n). The sun starts to set while they head back to the dorms. They walked into the common room to see the Dekusquad watching a movie. “Hey guys! What are you watching ?” Kirishima greeted. “Oh, we're watching (f/m). We asked (M/n) if he wanted to hang out but he didn't answer.” Uraraka answered,. Jiro gave a side look to Bakugou. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Bakugou was deciding whether to go to (M/n)'s room right now or talk to him in the morning. He decided morning was the better option. So he went up to his room to get ready for bed.

i fuckin hate word limits. like why cant i just write long ass storiesm short stories tick me off but whatever. anyway im really proud of this so i will be making it into more parts and lucky me they are already done so thats one less thing i gotta fuss over. anyway hope yall like it!

[smtere]

-> mha getting into an argument w their s/o:

includes : bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

(a/n) just a reminder that if you've had an argument with someone you care about a lot recently you shouldn't beat yourself up about it - its ok to have arguments with the people you love and whether your in the right or the wrong it always feels better to try and forgive ! <3 I hope everyone reading has a nice day / night and remember to keep smiling !

bakugo : it was an accident but he doesn't want to admit it since he's a stubborn bastard. wouldn't snap out of it until he sees his (s/o) in danger or hurt and would instantly go in to protective mode cause he actually cares about them deep inside despite not showing it. then when he and his (s/o) are in bed and he thinks they’re asleep he’ll whisper a ‘i love you’ and apologise - would never actually admit it to them if they were conscious.

midoriya : ok, epitome of ABSOULUTE CUTIE - first person to admit he is wrong, would apologise profusely and pampers his (s/o) non stop. he feels so bad that his (s/o) can’t be mad at him for long cause I mean, have you seen him. his s/o would have to reassure him for months after the argument that they forgive him as he is definitely going to be feeling guilty for a while.

todoroki : would apologise the next morning and feels so bad cause he feels like he's turning into his father. hugs his (s/o) tightly, scared that they are going to leave. after a lot of reassurance he feels slightly better, his (s/o) having to tell him over and over that it is ok to have fights as couples and that it was perfectly normal to disagree with each other - its what makes us all human.

a/n : sorry this is so short, but let me know if you want me to do any other characters or a different scenario! requests are always open <3

[animeheadcannonsblog]

Omega Malewife bakugo! X alpha reader!

💥Pure house wife and he loves it

💥He never expected after graduation you would propose to him within the span of 5 years

💥And in that 5 years you became the number one hero Giving bakugo the luxury of retiring at 24

💥He didn’t want to obviously but he knew all you wanted to do was take care of I’m and raise a family together

💥Since then he just takes care of you and the house

💥“I’m home..” yn said as they walked in the door

💥You hear footsteps around the corner coming to you and you see bakugo in an apron with a spoon in his hand

💥“Don’t I’m home me! You’re an hour late dinner is cold and I’m not reheating it either damn it!”

💥All yn could do is smile and went to hug him

💥Later that year bakugo gave birth to a little girl

💥Bakugo is mommy

💥And your daddy

💥“Say bye bye daddy!”

💥Bakugo says with his 2 year old daughter on his hip

💥“Bye bye daddy” she waves happily

💥“Bye bye (haven’t thought of her name lol)!”

💥You kiss the top of her head and then go kiss bakugo on the lips

💥“I should be home around 8 if not 9:30 if all my paperwork is done-

💥“Honey..”

💥“Yea?”

💥“Promise me you’ll come home safe..ok?”

💥“Of course my love I promise

💥“No I mean it..no dumb stunts..like the ones you and izuku pull all the damn time...”

💥“Baby I promise”

💥“Ok”

💥You give him one last kiss before leaving

💥Later he sees you and izuku risking your lives going back into a collapsing building

💥Bakugo gives you and ear full when you get home