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[maiyami]

𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 & 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

𝙋𝙧𝙤-𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙋𝙧𝙤-𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Minors Do Not Interact

All characters aged up, 21+.

One Shot

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pinning (Bakugou), mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, pheromones, breeding kink, lewd, mutual feelings, friends to lovers, mentions of Deku having a crush on you, jealousy, and more. (If I missed anything, my bad I did this half asleep.)

About: Number two hero Katsuki Bakugou just can’t seem to get you off his mind. Harboring a secret crush on you since your days at UA. But when you finally come back from a mission that took you overseas, he can’t help but want to keep next to you at all times.

It felt like forever since you step foot back in Japan, the United States needed the aid of some of Japans finest heroes on a year long mission. You had kept in contact with all of your friends during your time there, just making sure everything was going smoothly back home. You especially kept in touch with Japans number two hero, Bakugou Katsuki.

It wasn’t uncommon to have a conversation a day with the explosion hero before departing for your mission. You ended up becoming closer to him than ever before when everyone graduated UA. However, your conversations became longer once you left for the states.

It started off as little conversations about your mission, asking how long you’d be gone. How many heroes were taken for the mission. Which part of the states you’d be in. The main topic being about the mission, but somewhere along the way it morphed into something more. More of how has your day been? Did you rest enough? What did you have for dinner? Have you gone out at all since being in the states? You should have seen what happened to me today! I have to go to this stupid hero gala, pray I don’t blow anyone up! Just a subtle yet progressive movement of your friendship with the blonde. You didn’t mind it a bit, over the years you secretly looked forward to having these kind of meaningful and meaningless conversations with him.

He had been messaging, calling, and even FaceTiming with you all the way up to your return home. A chuckle coming to your lips as to saw his name flash on your phone screen the moment your plane landed in Japan.

Blasty (5:30am): “You better be fucking ready for everyone to flood you with welcome home messages. But I had to be the first to beat all those extras.”

You (5:34am): “Always aiming to be number one, huh Katsu?”

Blasty (5:35am): “Damn right! Welcome home, y/n.”

You (5:43am): “Thank you! My agency is throwing a massive ball for the return of all of us! You better be there.”

Blasty (5:44am): “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Princess. Who ya take me for? Kaminari?”

You (5:59am): “LOL. Never. I can’t wait to see you!”

You pocketed your phone away after you saw the gif he send a second later, a guy giving a thumbs up with a deadpanning face. If anyone else looked at the messages between the pair of you? It would look like a couple just having a cheeky conversation. You sometimes wished it was that way. But you had long given up the idea of Bakugou looking at you in that type of light. Content of having him become your best friend. However, on the other side of the phone? Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face.

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“What’s got you smiling at your phone so early in the morning, Bakubro?” Kirishima's voice sounded out behind the fiery blonde. Bakugou quickly pocketed his phone away to give a glare at his best friend and roommate.

“Mind your business, shitty hair! I wasn’t smilin’…” Bakugou huffed, his nostrils flaring as his friend could only laugh at him. Making the blonde return more rage at his red haired companion. “What you laughin’ at shit for brains?! You got a death wish?”

Kirishima clutched his sides, pretending to wipe away a tear from his lash line. After he was done with his little laughing fit, he looked at his best friend with joy and happiness in his eyes. “She’s finally back home, huh?” He couldn't help the shit-eating grin that spread across his face. While his hot-headed best friend looked as if he stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.

Bakugou nodded back at Kirishima, shoving his phone back into his pocket before huffing out. "I wanted to be the first one to welcome her back..." He felt his cheek become hot, he knew that it was stupid to harbor this crush still. He could just be honest with how he felt. Somewhere deep down inside, he felt like you wouldn't accept him back. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you if that was the case. He was content to just be on the sidelines for you, something he would never do for anyone else in his life.

Kirishima didn't understand why his best friend would get so embarrassed by something like this. It wasn't like you hadn't seen every side of Katsuki before. You stuck around him through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful. Just like he did. If anyone was perfect enough, or meant to be with Katsuki? It was you.

"Should just tell her, man. You look like a little puppy whenever you speak with her. It's cute." Kirishima laughed as he started to run off, hearing a pillow smack into the wall he rounded while Bakugou screamed curses at him.

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It wasn't even two days later when your hero agency threw this massive party to welcome back home all of the heroes that went overseas. Everyone who was anyone was attending, which meant all of your pro-hero friends were coming to see you. Sure, you were excited to see them all. Catch up face to face, but you were most excited to see Bakugou.

The stylest that was given to you, dressed you to the nines. Your sequence crimson dress was snug to your frame, hanging low at your back. A pair of black heels to match along with your black clutch, honestly you were a sight to behold. Anyone's imagination could run wild seeing you in this dress. It just made everything fit in the right place. Light make-up, nothing too distracting from your choice in formal wear. However, tonight you decided not to hide the scar that ran along the left side of your face. Right over your eye, it slit your eyebrow a little. You were tired of trying to hide it at this point, you weren't ashamed of it. Just a battle scar you picked up in the States.

You wouldn't say you were nervous, there was however a little hum that stayed in the back of your mind. Was this going to be overwhelming? Was it going to be too much for just coming back home? What if people didn't remember you? These thoughts flooded your mind the whole car ride to your agency. Only for them to be stopped as you saw the flashes of the shutterbugs waiting at the entrance to get pictures of the arriving heroes. Shouting question after question as you exited the car, giving them your best-practiced smile as you made your way inside.

Your agency didn't cut costs for how well they did the place up, it honestly didn't even look like an agency anymore. They turned a brick office building, into a stunning ball-like palace. With food that almost looked too good to eat, and music that made the place feel light and airy. It was refreshing, to say the least, it made your heart warm. It also caused your quirk to emanate off you slightly, the scent of peaches wafting into the air as you moved through a sea of people. Finally spotting a face that you had come to be very friendly with over the past year away. Rushing to get to their side and feel a bit of comfort.

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Bakugou Katsuki was never late for anything, but tonight was different. Since Kirishima promised that they would give Kaminari a ride, they were going to be late. Much later than Bakugou could tolerate at this point. He was antsy, shaking his leg in the backseat as they finally made their way to the agency. Thirty fucking minutes later than they should have been if only that damned Kaminari was ready on time...Bakugou would have already seen your pretty face. Hear your breath-taking laugh, and held you close to him. It was all that was keeping him sane for the car ride, that he will be able to do that soon.

Decked out in a tux, with a crimson red tie to match his eyes he finally arrived at your agency. Glaring and hissing at the shutterbugs as he pushed his way into the building. He had a set goal, finding you. Hastily pushing through the crowd, but what really caught his attention to find you was the smell of peaches in the air. That syrupy smell made his mouth water and filled his senses with nothing but you. If he was honest with himself, he used to hate it. It was so distracting, it would make his mind mush. Make his teeth ache with the smell alone while making his pants tighter around his crotch. After years of knowing you, letting that scent take over his mind again and again? He welcome it, he craved it in his daily life. Even went as far as buying peach rings or peach-flavored yogurt just so it would be like you were always with him. He loved the scent, following the trail that lead to you.

That's when he saw you standing at the bar, looking as beautiful as the day he first met you. He took you in for a moment, relishing in the way your nose scrunched up as you laughed. How you would tip your head back a little to stop that laughter, and how your cheeks were dusted pink from the drinks you already had in your system. You were a vision in his eyes, the most gorgeous thing he ever got the pleasure of being around. But that all faded for a second as he noticed who you were with.

Even though Bakugou had made his peace with Izuku, he couldn't help that little green monster of jealousy rear its ugly head within him. Watching you shower Izuku in your warmth and joy, sucked it right out of Bakugou himself. That was supposed to be him making you laugh, making you touch his arm for support. Not Deku. Anyone but Deku. He almost walked away, he almost went in a different direction. Not wanting to say the wrong thing as he watched his long-time friend flirt with the girl of his dreams. However, you had caught his eye. Excusing yourself from Izuku to practically run up to Bakugou.

"Katsuki! You came!" You yelled over the other people speaking and the music. Pulling the blonde into a tight embrace. Bakugou felt his whole body stiffen for a moment, his brain stalling. Before correcting himself, wrapping his arms around you. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled that sickly sweet scent that he loved. Basking in your presence a little longer than what typical friends would do. Before unraveling himself from your body.

"Course I did, Princess. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He rasped low, Keeping a hand on your waist as you beamed up at him. This is what he has been waiting for, for a year now. To just be around you, be close to you. Once he finally took all of you in, his brows furrowed a bit. Bringing a thumb up to rub at the tail end of your scar that hit your cheekbone. "When did ya get this?"

You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking back at him. "Maybe about a month or so into the mission." You brought your own hand up and over Bakugou's, rubbing the top of his hand for a moment before continuing. "I had to keep up with appearances over there, so my PR team made me cover it up all the time. I just...didn't feel like hiding it anymore."

"Why didn't you mention it to me? How ya get it?" He rasped again, a little bite to his question. Almost as if he was hurt that you didn't tell him.

"It was always covered with make-up, I didn't see the point of speaking about it when at some point I knew you'd see it." You bit back a little, not enjoying his tone. "A fight broke out within the mafia I had to be a spy in. A guy pulled a knife and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luckily I didn't lose my eyesight, Izuku was actually the one that got the guy away with the knife. So, honestly, I owe him a huge thanks."

Now that stung a little bit for Bakugou, not being the one to come to your aid. Not being the one to be on the mission with you. For you to owe a debt to Deku of all people. It made his jaw clench, and his free hand ball up into a fist. The light scent of caramel wafting into the air as Bakugou’s quirk was acting up. Most people wouldn’t really care that they could smell it but you knew what was happening.

“Katsuki…what’s going on?” You questioned as the scent of his quirk came to your nose. Causing you to hold onto his arm, trying to bring him back down to earth. Making him look at you for a moment. “What’s got you so upset?”

Katsuki took a deep breath, his crimson eyes finally leveling with yours before he grabbed onto your hand. Making sure his palms weren’t too hot to touch you. He led you out to the balcony, away from everyone else. At the bar, a certain green haired man was watching. A displeased look on his face before he chuckled to himself.

“Izuku, what’s gotten into you today? You haven’t taken your eyes off her.” Shinso finally asked his friend, watching him look like a wounded dog. His own purple eyes looking over to see Bakugou leading you elsewhere.

“I-…I got really close to y/n. On the mission that is. But I always knew I was coming in second. She’d speak to him daily…I saw it in the way her eyes would light up when his name came across her screen. I guess I can’t be number one in everything.”

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Out on the balcony, Katsuki moved you both towards the small seating area at the far end of the balcony. But neither of you sat, Katsuki just leaned against the railing. His palms rubbing over his face once he let go of you. “What is going on.” You finally asked, holding onto your own arms.

He was silent for a long moment, his hands gripping the railing tight before finally sighing. His eyes never left yours, like he was staring into your soul. “I just…fuck. I don’t know how to say it, princess. Not without it fucking everything up.”

“What are you going to fuck up?” You would question while moving up to him. To grabbed his cheeks, making him keep his attention on your eyes before rubbing them softly. “Please, Katsuki…honey. I don’t know what’s going on.”

At the pet name you had given him so long ago, it felt like all his worries disappeared in a moment. Moving to rest his hands on your hips, letting his fingers dig there for a moment. “I-…I’m- shit! This is so hard…I’m so embarrassed. Goddamnit I’m in love with you, ok!” He finally huffed it out, making his eyes look down once more so he didn’t see the reaction on your face. “But that damn Dek- Izuku might have a place in your heart and I don’t know how to handle that.”

You gave his cheeks a little shake, making his eyes meet yours again. All yours showed was kindness and love, with the small smile on your lips. “Honey…Izuku doesn’t have a place in my heart. Maybe as a great friend but nothing more.” You said while stroking the sides of his cheeks, moving in a little closer. “Who have I been speaking to everyday even before I left? Who has seen every little ugly side to me? Who have I told everything to?” You asked, noticing the way Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. You chuckled a little. “You, dumbass. It’s all been you. I’m in love with you too.” You smiled at him brightly.

He couldn’t believe what he heard initially, his mind moving a mile a minute. He moved his hands quickly to your face, his thumb brushing at the tail end of your scar once more. “You do? You…love me? Princess, don’t bullshit me.” As you shook your head yes, Katsuki had the biggest smile that had ever crossed his face. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was raw, passionate, and full of undying love. The way your lips moved together was like two people coming together to be one finally. It was breathless, it was sweet, and it was something you both had been missing for a long time now.

"Let's leave." Katsuki finally spoke after breaking the kiss, still holding onto you tightly. He wanted to take you away, he wanted to just have you to himself. Finally, he waited long enough and so had you. "Can we leave?" He pressed again as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I just want you to myself right now, fuck everyone else."

You nodded your head softly, looking up into his crimson eyes. A smile was etched into your lips as you started to pull him towards the front of the agency. "Yeah, let's go. I have waited long enough to have you to myself."

The wait wasn't long to get a cab to pick you up, it was the wait for the drive home that was killing you both. Soft touches against legs, brushes of hands against hands, and let's not forget the smooth whispers coming from Katsuki that the cab driver needed to 'hurry the fuck up already.' It was actually really amusing to you, because what you didn't expect when you rolled up to the front of Katsuki's apartment building? Was him to basically throw money at the driver's face, and carry you all the way up to his home.

"Katsuki! You can put me down now!" You were laugh-yelling at him as he kicked in his door. Not caring that it was almost 1am in the morning and the door handle denting the drywall.

"No time..." He said softly against your neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses against your skin as he navigated through his apartment into his bedroom. Once he pressed you into those black silk sheets, everything hit you at once. Looking up at him over you, the desire and love in his eyes, you were finally going to be with someone you truly loved in this world.

The small little sigh you let slip past your lips as he nibbled on one particularly sensitive spot on your neck made him realize it too. Years and years of loving you in secret could finally come out in the open. He can finally express the way he feels about you, without even having to say anything. He just looked down at you, your hair all sprawled out in different directions, lipstick a little smeared, and the look of love in your eyes? You looked like a goddess to him.

"You're beautiful..." He said softly before moving back to kiss you again. This time it was more rushed, like he was hungry. He was hungry for you, slipping the straps of your dress down your shoulders. As your breasts finally became unclothed, Katsuki sucked in a breath. Your pretty perky nipples already standing at attention for him, causing him to lean down to blow cool air over one while he twisted the other with his fingers. It caused your back to arch into his touch, pushing a leg between his thighs as the top of your knee brushed against his already hard crotch.

He hissed a bit from the touch, having him wrap his lips around your nipple to give it a playful little suck. What piqued his interest the most was the way you reacted to his teasing. A high-pitched moan came from your throat before you slapped your palm over your lips. Your body was so sensitive, so ready for him. He moved his hands lower, bringing your dress along with him before getting rid of the offending object. Leaving you bare under him.

"No panties...fuck Princess...you'll be the death of me." He growled, something deep in his chest as he moved back. Stripping himself of his own clothing before moving back ontop of you. His hand slipped between your bodies so he could run a finger up your already moist slit. Katsuki's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when he felt your slick against his fingers, before slowly pushing two of them inside your sopping cunt. "Gotta prep you..."

You already felt full from just how thick his fingers were, working in and out of you at a slow pace. However, your eyes didn't leave his cock. It was so thick, and long as well. Veins in all the right places while his head was just a pretty shade of pink, dripping precum already. You didn't care about being prepped at the moment, all you wanted was to feel him deep inside you. You moved your hand to take ahold of his shaft, stroking it softly before bringing your palm up to his tip. But he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it next to you.

"Don't...baby. I am barely keeping it together. If you touch me like that? I'll fold. Be a good girl for me, Princess." He said in such a husky voice it made you squirm under him. That granted you his smirk, all teeth. He was pleased with himself, seeing that you were so good at listening to him. So willing for him, such a perfect girl. You were so ready for him, but he wanted more. He wanted to taste you, to feel you quiver on his tongue. To see you lose your mind to the pleasure. But as he went to move towards your cunt, this time you stopped him.

"Please...I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me Katsuki...please? Can you please just make love to me already? I want you...I need you...Daddy...please." Well you didn't expect that to come out of your mouth, but you were so hazed over in pleasure and need that you didn't care. The name however made Katuski raise his eyebrows in shock. It made you close your mouth, eyes adverting his gaze now.

Katsuki felt his mind stop, felt it completely skip a beat at the sound of your voice calling him daddy. It unlocked something in his brain, it made him feral for you. His desire for you now went through the roof. Boy, were you in for it now.

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"Daddy? Oh...baby girl...you've done it now..." He smirked at you, moving his head back from between your thighs. Leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses against your torso, up your chest, and now to your neck. Literally you with every little mark he could leave on your body, claiming you as his. His tongue trailed against the shell of your ear before he whispered something lewd against it. "You want Daddy to put his fat cock inside you? I'd be you'd look so sexy with it bugling out of your stomach...hm?" He sucked on your earlobe a little before continuing. "Want Daddy to stuff you full of his hot cum...make you his?"

Your mind was running a mile a minute, it was so good, so much. As you felt his tip start to press against your slick entrance. "Please..." You moaned out almost breathless. "Please...fill me with your cum...Daddy." You begged him, while bringing your left leg over his lower back, trying to pull him into you more. "Will you fill me up?" You asked in such a sweet voice that it made Katsuki's whole body shudder a bit.

"Fuck, I'll do anything for you if you talk to me like that..." He said now somewhat out of breath. Moving his hand to take ahold of his shaft, to part your lips. The feeling of your slick already coating his head, made him see stars for a moment until he pulled himself together again. "Alright, I'm going to put it in Princess." He said under his breath as he slowly pushed his head past the first tight ring of muscle. He felt your walls making room for him, fitting the shape of him, as he slowly bottomed out inside of you. The pure sound of pain, mixed with a little bit of pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He fought with everything in his power to keep his eyes on your face, not wanting to miss a second of your expressions.

You were a vision under him, goosebumps littering your whole body. A slight arch in your back, the way your chest was raising and falling with a small pant in your breath. Your eyes screwed tight in pleasure, while your mouth hung open just slightly. You were beautiful to him. You always were, but in this moment you were ethereal.

As you felt him hit against your cervix, your legs wrapped instantly around his lower back. Keeping him tight against you while you caught your breath for a second. Your eyes opened slowly, marveling at the view you were getting. Katsuki's eyebrows pinched a little, lower lip snug between his teeth. A small bit of sweat on the side of his forehead, while his eyes looked at you with nothing but love.

Each drag of his cock within your tightened walls was like seeing the night sky lit up with stars. The feeling of him slowly thrusting himself in and out of you, so painfully slow had your eyes almost crossed. You were soaked, so much so that there was a lewd squelch every time Katsuki pulled out of you. The sound of skin hitting against skin was echoing through the room as Katsuki poured every ounce of how much he loved you, into your body.

As you felt your body coming to your climax, you accidentally set off your quirk. The scent of peaches and cream seeped into the air, almost like a thick cloud of desire and lust. You felt Katsuki shiver above you, hand gripping the sheets next to your head with such a tight grip. It made him pick his pace up, thrusting into at a back-breaking pace.

"Fuck- Princess...goddamn you smell so fucking sweet...so fucking good. Ahh, fuck!" He was losing himself above you, his face so screwed up in pleasure that it made you tighten around him suddenly. "Don't- shit! Don't do that Princess...I'll cum inside you..."

"Do it...cum inside me...please pleasee Daddy, cum for me?" You begged just as sweet as your scent. Batting your eyelashes up at him, holding him in closer as your tasty moans hit his ears like the best music he ever heard. Plus the way your cunt was clenching around him, sucking him in? Made Katsuki lose his mind.

"Ya? You want me to cum inside you? Want me to breed this tight little pussy? Yah...yeah you fucking do. Fuck ya, baby. Take it all, take it fucking all." He said while thrusting as deep as he could inside of you, holding himself there as he painted your walls a pretty white.

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As you both came down from your highs, Katsuki slipped out of you slowly. Taking a moment to watch how his cum was leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch for a moment before he let his fingers trail in the mixed liquids before pushing some of it back into you. At the way you squirmed in overstimulation, he chuckled. Moved to lay beside you, bringing your back into his chest. He was leaving soft open-mouth kisses on the back of your neck. Just enjoying how you hummed in satisfaction.

"I can't believe I finally got you..." He said in a groggy voice, the low grave in it making you shutter a little against him. That earned you a playful nip to the back of your ear. "Relax, woman. If you keep at it? We are going to go all night."

"Who says I wouldn't want that?" You playfully teased back, rolling slightly so you could face him. Your own shit-eating grin plastered on your face. You leaned forward to kiss him deep, letting the moment sink in before you were rolled onto your back once again.

"That a challenge? Oh...Princess...you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into now."

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Your worst nightmare comes to life after you receive a call well after midnight that isn’t from your husband Bakugou but about him. Rushing to the hospital you’re thankful to find him alive but when he comes to he asks to see his wife despite you standing there.

Warnings: Angst, dark themes, mentions of child loss, mentions of/contemplating abortion, mentions of difficulty conceiving. Cheating if you squint

Final Chapter : The final good bye, I’ll break my promise one last time. wc 8414

Master List

“Bakubro.” Kirishima calls out, garnet eyes following you into the sky. Eijirou knows, he fucking knows Bakugou just shouted out your name and it's only a matter of time before Bakugou becomes as volatile as one of the grenades on his tapered waist. The giant redhead swallows thickly as he tries to get to Bakugou as fast as he can. 

Who the fuck was that brat? Who the fuck were you? 

ssǝuʇǝǝʍS

Sweetness

Evol noʎ

Your voice echoes in his head, each pound of his heart sends blood rushing in his ears and beneath your voice, beneath the throbbing pain Bakugou hears a faint and constant BEEP that keeps time with his heart. 

Memories exploding like fireworks in quick succession, so quickly it's difficult for Katsuki to keep up.  

That's ɹno new ǝɔᴉɟɟo ɹǝƃɐuɐɯ. Ain't she a llod?

Come on Bakuqɹo you think she's ʎʇʇǝɹd

��ᴉɐɥ ʎʇʇᴉɥs ɟɟo ʞɔnℲ

Fuck off shitty hair 

It takes a moment for Bakugou to decode the snippets of conversation and although he does so with speed another memory begins to overwrite the last. 

Vividly he remembers you at that desk with the water stained rings. Of your upturned nose the first time he asked you to dinner, the second, the third, and the fifth. Six times, six times it took over the course of a year and only then you accepted. 

Eijirou better be right about your 'heart of gold' 

The memory starts with you with your nose scrunched up, in a cute sundress you wore under a stuffy jacket for work, at the end of that date he saw a bright smile on your face. 

He knows it's the same dress you wore today, with the same floral print. Hydrangeas. 

The image begins to move, revolving around the dinner table as if it were the sun when really you were becoming the center of his universe. And with each revolution came a change. Your outfit, the style of your hair, the weather outside. Rain, sun, snow, stars. Faster and faster but not too swiftly that Bakugou couldn't see the one constant about the moving memory, of your wide smile and how your eyes softened. 

You break the movement, leaning forward to blow out the candle that sat between you two whispering softly 

Yes, a thoundtimes yes. 

Snowy static of old film starts to clear as Kirishima comes into view. Deja vu settles in Bakugou's bones as the scene unfolds. He's asked this question before, Will ya be my best fuckin man? Except this time Eijirou is older than he recalls, this time tears fall down Kirishima's scarred cheeks. Salty water falling over puckered skin that wasn't there before. Bakugou knows shitty hair didn't cry the first time he asked, and saw the doubt in his eyes that his best friend pushed down for his sake. This time was garnet eyes, pearly with joyous tears as he claps his hand on Bakugou's back pulling him into a hug. 

'Happy for you man, she’s such a good fit for you" 

The tear that falls from Kirishima's cheek turns into a stream of percolating coffee as Bakugou now stands in the small apartment from his dream. A pink cup filled with ice that melts under the hot stream.

"But I want it in your studded cup," You pout voice weighed with sleep, "It tastes better when you make it in your cup."

"Well what's mine is yours and what's yours in mine ain't til next week." Bakugou had joked back, turning around to hand you your coffee and as you reach for it, brushing your fingers against his, you are no longer in his skull t-shirt. 

Now lace clings to your skin emphasizing your beauty as it danced along your arms, back and throat in blinding white. The wedding dress he remembered in vivid detail, the same one from the dream he told his mom about last week with tears threatening to crack his voice and give him away. 

Like it does now as he twirls you around and around in the first dance of joined souls, bound by rings and an unbreakable bond.   

"Breathtaking." His voice echoes as he twirls you and the bottom of your dress sweeps away the thought and leads to the next. 

Of all that lace discarded on the floor and him leaning over you. Nipping and kissing at your shoulders and he rasps with fluttering lashes. I love you . I fucking love you. Each panting breath darkening his vision before a loud BEEP brings him to something that makes his breathing slow and shallow. 

Makes it difficult. 

Beep

A soft pleading voice. 

Beep

Smooth skin tracing along his fingers and features. Pushing back hair from his forehead. 

Beep 

A soft voice humming songs he loved, songs he knew his wife rolled her eyes to from how often he played them. Singing the lyrics she remembered. 

Beep 

He remembers that, he knows he remembers that because he tried so hard to open his eyes then, move his useless and parched tongue to let you know with a loving tease you were off key and mixing up the lyrics to each song. 

Beep 

But he was tired, so fucking tired. And his body was not only unresponsive but heavy. Hands, so many hands, pulling him down, down, down into the deep dark depths, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. To keep his eyes closed. 

Beep

Come back to me sweetness. 

Then the images shatter and each time he tries to recall what he's just seen the snowy static returns. Wrapped heavily behind self doubt; that he hadn't imagined a love that ran so deep to fill the void that his first wife left him with. 

That he did deserve what you gave him. 

Snapping jaws bring back the biting question of why the hell that little brat showing off his fireworks looked so much like him. 

Did he have a fucking kid? Did his dreams of a family come true while he slept? 

Was it with you? The ghost that winks in and out of his mind like a lighthouse in the fog. If he were to get closer would he crash and burn?

The fire in his chest seems to think so. 

His friends seemed to think so. 

But a bigger question pulls at the sinew on his bones. 

Was he still lost in time?

He felt like it especially after those flashes as if he were suffering from an episode. The scar on his temple threatens to split his head in two as the movie played at such a speed it only spanned the few seconds it took Kirishima to get closer to him.  

Even in his daze Bakugou sees the worry in Kirishima’s face. The warring emotions that flash in those garnet eyes that he’s known since he was 15. That someone he knows might hold all the answers, especially with how he looks towards the sky after you. 

“You know her?” He grabs Kirishima’s metal shoulder gears roughly. If Bakugou was taller he’d have Kirishma off his feet easily, instead the metal starts to turn as orange as his gloves. 

“You fucking know her?!” He snarls again, rage thick in his throat. 

“Katsuki, please.” Eijirou is only begging because of the proximity to the public and of course Bakugou couldn't give less of a shit. Spreading out his hand and popping off explosions too close to civilians for the hero commission's liking. The crowd backs up from the warning as Izkuki lands next to the large men cracking the pavement beneath his red boots. 

“Kaachan…” He tries with lifted hands as Shouto makes a barricade to keep the civilians safe by shielding them with a wall of ice.  The action catches Bakugou’s eyes and pictures of Momo and Shouto standing closely together flood his mind. 

Why the fuck were those hanging up in his home? 

Where were the pictures of Bakugou and his alleged wife? As far as Bakugou knew there were none to be found that existed after his 21st birthday.

“You.” He snarls, pointing at Shouto who's eyes widen with surprise. 

“Don’t play dumb you half and half bastard and don’t you dare fuckin lie. I know you’re fucking my ex wife. My wife… whatever the fuck she is! I know you’re balls deep in Momo.” His palms heat up as he thinks of melting off that bastard's face. 

Or should he? Why'd he call Momo his ex wife first? His head throbs as his heart starts to crack, deep fissures running along the muscle. Breath tight in his chest. 

"No, Katsuki it's not like that…" Shouto's brows furrow upward. The icy hot hero's heart is slowly being cleaved aparts as he looks at what was his first real friend. The two bonded over their remedial classes despite being the top of the class and that bond was exactly why he fended off Momo's advances. He thought he was helping.

They all did. 

But no good deed goes unpunished. 

“Katsuki please!” Kirishima grabs onto his middle lifting him up to keep him from advancing. Like a cat Bakugou slips from Kirishima's grip, rounding on him with a nasty punch that sends him flying into the ice wall. Large body leaving an indent in the icy barricade as the other two men begin to circle Bakugou. 

"Kaachan, we don't want to fight." Yet green electricity and black whip danced on Izuku's thick fingers. A two v one fight would be easy for Bakugou, especially with how intimately he knew not only their quirks but his friends' fighting style. Tsk if he can even call them that. 

"Stop using my given name. You buncha assholes don't deserve it!"  He shouts, blasting Izuku with an AP shot that sends him flying into Kirishima who was just recovering from the lethal punch. A stare down between Shouto and Bakugou begins, reminding the hot head of the festival all those years ago. Funny how the blonde was so driven then by fighting. Driven by obsession to prove he was number one on his own fair terms. 

Prove he was worthy of something. 

The mixture of rage and the calm before a fight ebb in his blood, putting him in the perfect head space for the impending match. Shouto narrows his eyes and Bakugou knows he'll lead with ice. 

He always does. 

Bakugou's fingers twitch, palms heating and when he takes in a breath it's like something is pulling his mind in another direction. Away from the fight at hand and to more pressing matters. As if he was suddenly remembering something important he needed to do. The phone in his pocket started to become a heavy weight as he racked his brain and these new fragmented memories for any hint as to what the password to his cloud was. 

Since his friends have been lying to him, he knew his phone wouldn't. Couldn't. Bakugou should have some sort of evidence on if Momo was actually his current wife or if it was you, the visage of his perfect love. 

Just as Shouto brings up his arm, Bakugou aims his palms towards the ground. Launching himself into the air as his body goes on autopilot landing on top of that damn apartment building with the sad smiling door man that he’d pass on his runs. He isn't sure why he's up on this roof top. 

Isn't sure why his eyes are starting to burn as the picture of that snowy VHS starts to become clear again. 

The more he tries to quiet his mind the more that brats name drowns out his thoughts. 

Daiki Daiki Daiki 

Bakugou snaps his eyes open just to stare down at his phone, that password that eluded him over the years taunting him. It had to be this right? That name his "one true love" whispered to him while half asleep. Telling him in full confidence the name she'd chosen for their future son. 

The name you chose. 

Resounding like the hit of a gong as his fingers type out what surely couldn't be his password. He didn't know that brat. He didn't know you. It was just some weird fucking dreams. Some made up stories to soothe his broken heart. 

D ▇ 

D A ▇

D A I ▇

D A I K ▇

D A I K I ▇

Enter

Folders pop up, flooding the screen with images that his phone has neatly sorted for him. Albums of friends, family, weddings and one dedicated to just you. 

He stares at the wedding one for a long time, the album photo was of Bakugou and his groomsmen. Kirishima, Shouto, Izuku, Denki, Sero all lined up, all sharing a laugh. The ties and small peonies on the lapel are all a dusty pink. His heart races. No way, no fucking way. They all look older here than he remembers, then when he married Momo and he knows for a fact his wedding colors were red and black. Her request, cause he never gave a shit about that. He just wanted to build something with her. 

But she was just too focused on other things and Bakugou, Bakugou had to let her go. He knew that then. He knows that now. 

The thought comes on its own as he taps the album letting out a whimper as he sees that dress. The one he dreamed so vividly for a week straight this month, in a picture of himself and you gently feeding the other cake. Looking at one another as if they were the sun and stars above. 

With each swipe of his thumb the memories come flooding back, less cryptic than they were before, hell than they were a few minutes ago. Feeling more solid, more tangible. 

Real. 

But what sends it all home, that Bakugou hadn't made you up, that his son he daydreamed of was real was the album dedicated to you. 

Picture after fucking picture of you looking stunning. In his t-shirt with the fading skull under the moonlight. With you looking over your shoulder to see if he's following on a busy sidewalk. Of your side profile, face to the sun like a content cat, lips curled into a small, effortless smile. He knows the place in the last one, holding up his phone to the exact spot. 

Here, on top of this apartment complex building, exactly where he stands. 

Bakugou Katsuki begins to break.

Blasting the locked door to the rooftop open, rushing down a set of stairs to the apartment he came home to hundreds of times. 

To the one he hadn't come home to that night. Your voice underwater again as the hazy fight comes to the front of his mind. It was over Momo wasn't it? Now and again that fight would come up, normally your insecurities blossomed under stress and after the two of you suffered a third loss in a row he knew you hadn't meant it. 

Hadn't meant that he loved her more. 

Fuck fuck but he proved you right didn't he? 

All he can remember are bright lights and asking for his wife and saying it wasn't you. That it was Momo.  After that the details get hazy. 

Punching the code to the apartment door and it opens with ease. Instead of your sweet voice, or the smell of dinner or even the sweet scent of your shampoo he is met with a plume of dust. 

The apartment is as the two of you left it. Images, no memories of the two of you flash around the apartment until it's all just blurred together. 

His breath comes out shaky as he tries to come to terms with the past, wait how many years? 

With the past six fucking years. 

All six years he broke his promise to always be by your side. 

You did so much alone because somehow he had forgotten. 

Damning himself for it now. 

Fuck fuck FUCK HE FUCKED THIS ALL UP and the things he said or probably said to you when he woke up. He needs to apologize. Needs to see you.  

Needs to see his son and his family and, and 

And why the fuck did no one tell him? 

Why didn't you tell him? You were his wife weren't you?!

He rounds for the door as Kirishima huffs in the doorway. 

"Why did you keep it from me?" Bakugou ignites,  one hand grabbing onto his bare skin, trying to keep the rage at bay, to stop himself from attacking his best friend. Especially when tears are free falling from Eijirou's garnet eyes and the split lip Bakugou already gave him. Instead his hand heats up far too much, burning the skin beneath his glove, even then the ash blonde doesn't flinch. The pain was nothing compared to how he fucking felt.

How he knows he made you feel. 

"I didn't want this. I didn't fucking want this." Kirishima chokes out, head still held high to block the doorway until his friend has calmed down, worried he'll go nuclear. He looked it with the sweat beading his brow, the grip on his arm as he damaged his skin. 

"I just don't fucking get why no one told me. Why no one tried to fill me the fuck in THAT MOMO WAS NOW MY EX WIFE!" He grips at the front of his shirt. 

"ALL OF YOU LET ME MISS SO MUCH. SO FUCKING MUCH OF MY SON'S LIFE. LET ME ACTIVELY CHEAT ON THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS. LET ME LEAVE MY WIFE ALL ALONE." Bakugou's screaming now, with each syllable the room clouds with more of that dangerous caramel smell and at this point Kirishima isn't sure Bakugou is in control anymore. Still the mountainous man explodes in his own right. 

"I WAS DOING AS YOU FUCKING ASKED!" It echoes around the room, skin reacting from his emotions as he goes unbreakable, "YOU ASKED ME TO WATCH HER. TO CARE FOR HER. TO DO WHAT SHE THOUGHT BEST AND I DID. THAT FUCKIN QUACK DOCTOR PRACTICALLY TOLD HER NOT TO TRY!" 

Kirishima huffs, deactivating his quirk and still goes on, "I was against this from the start, I tried, I tried so so hard to help you and give hints as much as I could but the more Daiki grew, the more you weren't picking up on, I had to stop. For your wife's sake. She was…she was healing with every birthday Daiki had. And I wasn't going to break my promise to you, I kept her happy." 

Burning ember eyes clash with molten garnet before Bakugou shakes his head. Both men winded as if they've run marathons. 

"I'm glad you fought for her. I'm really fuckin thankful you did. But no one was FIGHTING FOR ME! EVERYONE WAS FINE WITH ME LIVING A FUCKIN LIE. EVERYONE INCLUDING HER!" 

Eijirou sees the hurt in his eyes, in the tears that fall and evaporate with each swipe of Bakugou's hands. Almost burning his own cheeks in the process. Kirishima comes closer, slowly, ever so slowly he wraps his arms around his best friend. Around his brother, pulling him into his chest and squeezing him tightly. 

"She never told me anything that happened while she stayed by your side in the hospital. Only what the doctor said. I think something bad happened but you'll have to ask her." Kirishima's booming voice is small, a quake to it as he feels Bakugou melt in his arms. Defeat and sorrow hardening the anger into brittle stone. Bakugou finally wraps his arms around a thick torso letting out yet another unsteady breath. 

"I want to see her." He says with conviction and Kirishima knew better than to hold Bakugou back this time.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" Daiki asks, a bit of panic in his voice as he watches you stuff anything you can get your hands on in his room into a small duffle bag. 

"Packing." One word answers are all you can manage as sadness and anger fight over the intention behind your actions. 

“Okay so Daiki’s birthday party is going to be awesome! Mitsuki insisted  on bringing the cake since Daiki gave her a handmade invitation. Everyone should be he- uh what’s going on?” Mina asks as she finally makes it to the door, watching you rush into your room across the hall. She sees the suitcase on Daiki’s bed, watches his little hands undo all of the work you just did by throwing the clothes back on the ground with scared, confused huffs. 

Mina stands there for a moment before she springs into action, trying anything she can to figure out what exactly happened while you were out. 

Guilt is a word too shallow for the feeling that Mitsuki has. The thing that sits heavy in her chest and weighs down her limbs. She can’t blame this feeling on old age, no no, this was all her fault. Should she be seeing Daiki? Is she trying to buy his love with this cake and hero merch he asked for, exploiting her knowledge of his dad that he knows nothing about. The thought is almost enough to freeze her to the concrete beneath her red bottom heels. 

No, no if that were true she wouldn’t be having these thoughts in the first place, still it creeps in, weaving between every other thought or so. She made a mental note to talk to you about this, if she was over stepping boundaries by accepting the invitation he sent in “secret”. Mituski had called you right away and you explained that you knew from the start, had to help him spell out the address. Mitsuki would feel better if she had a mom to mom talk about it, since she was lucky enough to be in Daiki’s life, and by proxy, yours, she wasn’t going to fuck this up. 

Not this time. 

Mitsuki sighs, readjusting her grip on the bags in her hands and just as she's starting to feel okay about this party a familiar voice calls out to her.

“HAG?!” Bakugou screams, it's almost enough to jar Mitsuki. Despite the mistreatment she’s given you, since her son married you he never called her hag again. She turns on her heel, lip curled up in a snarl. To anyone else Mitsuki looked irritated, annoyed but her son knew that face. He made the same one when he was trying to smooth out the hurt that disrupted every rational thought. 

“You fucking knew too?” He hisses and Mitsuki sighs, eyes flickering from her son to the giant behind him before boring right back into her son. Katsuki is shaken, burn mark winking in and out of Mitsuki’s peripheral as she holds eye contact with him. 

Just as Katsuki is about to break the silence his mother does first. Voice strong and laced with emotion, shame, hurt, or maybe it was conviction. Katsuki wasn’t sure but he felt it pinch at the point of his heart, pulling it down into his stomach and he knew he needed to listen. 

“If you thought for one second, one fucking second, that I knew about Daiki, that I knew about her being pregnat six years ago, then you’re dead fuckin wrong. Had I been let in on this little secret that I had a grandbaby on the way then we wouldn’t be standing here right now. You would have been forced to remember every goddamn detail even if I had to hit you with a fuckin lead pipe myself and all before she had that baby! But there’s a reason she didn’t tell me and I won’t shy away from the truth. I said nasty shit to her thinking I was ‘protecting’ you from another heartache, so wrapped up in it that I was willing to say shit I didn’t even mean. Tsk and you can bitch me out, tell me how you told me so later. But right now.” She points her finger in her son’s face, watches the anger slowly melt from his eyes as she goes on.

“That woman in there, your fuckin wife. Went through something you and I will never understand. I’m sure you were hurt too boy and that you’ve been hurtin but keep this shit in mind before you go in there and nuke the poor Kirishima residence. She made a decision and stood by it. She endured it because she thought it was best for her, for her baby, and for her family. And even though it doesn't fuckin feel like it, that means you too son. She did what she thought was best for you.”

He stares at his mom for a long, long time. She never was a mom in the traditional sense, not like he’d seen in the movies, or in books, hell hardly anyone was a mother like Mitsuki. She was loud, brash and down right irrational at times and yet Katuski doesn’t think he would have gotten along with anyone else. Would have wanted any other woman as his mom. 

Mitsuki, as sharp-edged as she was, still knew best how to comfort her son. Knew exactly what to say that he would get it best, once she sees that he understands she turns back around. He sucks his teeth and walks towards her. 

She waits for her son to catch up and when he falls into step both glaring at one another, after a moment she smiles, turning away but her son still catches the tears in her eyes. 

"Glad you're back to normal Suki."

“Momma, please I don’t wanna go, it’s my birthday I-” He pulls away from you, your grip tight around his small arm as he tries to push your hand away with all his might.  

“I’m sure everything is fine, I haven’t heard anything from Kirishima, let’s just have his party and then-”

“And then what?” You whirl around on Mina, “And then fucking what? We just wait for him to show up? To ruin our lives again? He’s- he’s done nothing but destroy me. It’s all he knows how to do, just look at his fuckin quirk.”

Tears cloud your vision, dropping your son’s arm and he runs towards Mina, hiding his face in the fabric of her bright pink pants. Mina’s eyebrows furrow, she hears it again. The sound of your heart shattering at her feet like the glass of a vase. 

Smaller and smaller the shards get and Mina is starting to worry you won’t be able to put yourself back together after this. With horror you watch your son shrink away from you as you reach for him. Moving to stand behind Mina, face still to her leg and that acts as the final nail in the coffin. Body filled with the urge, the implosive need you’ve wanted to do since you got that phone call from Kirishima at two am. 

You want to run away, get as far away as you can and cease to exist because all of this, of this fighting, this rebuilding? 

It was useless, futile to fight against a fate that deems you unworthy of happiness. 

Besides, Mina was ten times the mother you were, it wouldn’t hurt to leave Daiki with her now. 

So you turn, rushing for the door with no plan, no money, no possessions, just the hurt in your heart.  Only to run into a solid body. One that you want to melt in, tell them all of your woes as you soak through the black fabric your face rests against, the comforting smell of spiced caramel. You push yourself away from him, gasping as you stare into his eyes. Slowly Mina scoops up Daiki and takes him into another room.  

“You don’t fuckin mean that.” His voice is gruff, each step he takes forward you take back until he has you almost cornered. Enough room that if you wanted to you could slip away but not without one of his powerful hands catching you. 

“I-” You clear your throat and catching Kirishima out of the corner of your eye gives you strength, “I do fucking mean that!”

“Ever since you woke up, you, you’ve ruined everything that I thought we had.” Funny how even in the back of your mind you still blamed him over something he couldn’t control. Your balled fists moving on their own as you beat into his chest. 

“You did this to us. You fucking DID THIS!” And he just lets you, lets you hit him until you’re shaking, tears falling down your cheeks in fat droplets. He grabs onto your wrist when you try to give one last week punch. Squeezing without hurting you as he searches your eyes.

He isn’t sure what he’s looking for anymore. Familiarity, love? It didn’t matter, none of this did, just the question that burned up his throat. 

 "Why didn’t you tell me?” He swallows thickly, “All this time I was, I was fucking drowning, and do you know who saved me?" You, sweetheart you.  This whole time I was fighting to find you" 

The room is shrouded in thick silence, the air tangled up with grief and things unsaid. 

"So why weren't you fighting to find me?” His voice is strained, looking down at you and you know, as if it wasn’t obvious before, that he remembers. 

Remembers everything, things would have been easier now if he hadn't, still there is the smallest part of you that is relieved. 

Before you can answer, little hands fight with Mina and the door to the room as Daiki rushes in, having overheard everything. 

"Dynamight-kun is my daddy?!" He stares up at the pro hero. At his idol as his eyes begin to water. The emotion is too big to fit in his chest and too confusing. He's overjoyed, elated, how cool that his dad was THE Dynamight but, "But that can't be right, Daddies don't make Mommies cry and you made my Momma cry!" 

His little temper flares, running towards the pro and letting off the most powerful pops his little hands can muster. Tearing at the fabric of Bakugou's pants, exposing the skin of his thighs but the skin remains unmarred. Not from Daiki's control but from lack of power. 

If Bakugou is ever allowed back into their lives, it's the first thing he's going to teach him because Daiki's explosions will only get more powerful from here on out. 

Instinctively he gets down on Daiki's level, fighting his own emotions on all the things he's missed out on but he can already tell you're raising him perfectly on your own. Would he just fuck this up if he came into the picture now? 

Bakugou takes off his glove with his teeth, grabbing onto Daiki's popping hand looking deep into his son's eyes. Letting his heart do the talking. 

"Sometimes daddies fu- mess up and make Mommies cry. Sometimes Mommies make daddies cry." He squeezes his little fingers gently, hoping this won't be the last time he sees admiration for him in his son's eyes, "Everyone makes mistakes, even moms and dads. Do you forgive me? I didn't mean to be lost for so long." 

He's asking Daiki, he's asking you. You look away, unable to stomach seeing the pair together. Not because you are jaded or bitter that Bakugou was naturally a good dad. Of fucking course he was.

But because it hurt too much. Hurt to think about how all this time you didn't have to do it 'alone' even though you had Mina and Kirishima, Gods know you appreciated all they did for you, you still wanted and needed the support of your fucking husband. 

Daiki's eyes look back and forth between Bakugou's before he wraps his arms around his neck. Squeezing so tightly as if he'll never let go and immediately Katsuki hugs him back. Presses his little body to his chest and grits his teeth harshly to keep the tears from spilling over. 

"I forgive you. Granny said you were lost, so it's not your fault just don't make Momma cry again." Daiki's voice is soft, quiet and kind, "But momma has to forgive you too." 

Daiki pulls away but keeps his hand firmly pressed against Bakugou's throat, as if Katsuki will disappear if he doesn't. 

Another disruption steals your answer away as Daichi bursts into the room, fat tears falling down his cheeks as he looks at his mom and dad. At Daiki, you and Bakugou's strained reunion. 

"Does this mean Daiki and me aren't brothers anymore?" Daichi asks between hiccups, his quirk activating on its own as he tries to rub his eyes with jagged fingers. Kirishima is quick to catch his hands, grip a little too tight as the scar on his eyebrow throbs. 

"Mindful." He says softly, before Eijirou can comfort him, Daiki tackles Daichi in a hug, uncaring that his quirk will hurt him. It wouldn't be the first time they accidentally hurt the other with their quirks. 

"Of course we're still brothers!" He squeezes and his voice is confident but tears well in his eyes, "You'll always be my big brother!" 

"And we can still be our own daddies?" Daichi hiccups again causing the room to erupt in laughter except for Katsuki and Mitsuki. 

"I'll explain later." You giggle as you watch the two boys' sweet hug quickly turn into boyish rough housing. Things return to normal so easily for kids, maybe it was because they could forgive so easily. Knew their relationship and love for one another was far more important than pride. 

But as with all things, one grows out of that.

Kirishima catches Bakugou staring at you, the red giant can tell his friend has more to say. 

"Boys, come on. Let's go play outside while Mom and I get things ready for the Bakugous- ah for everyone. Okay?" He goes to usher everyone out but Daiki is hesitant. 

"Wait!" He rushes out of Kirishima's hands and bashes his head against Bakugou's thigh, "I'll see you later?" 

Bakugou's hand follows the natural curve of Daiki's head, soft blonde strands in his fingers. 

"Yea kid. I'm sure as hell not goin anywhere now." Daiki searches Bakugou's eyes for the truth and when he sees it he smiles widely. Running towards the exit before stopping in his tracks turning on his heel to hug his mother's legs goodbye. 

"Love you. Call me if daddy makes you cry again." He says it so softly and you smile. 

"Love you too. Be safe sweetness." Daiki takes that as his dismissal before he rushes towards Daichi who's bouncing on one foot to the other as he calls over his shoulders. 

"I will!" 

Now with the room empty except for you two, Bakugou turns to face you. Brows furrowed silently waiting for your answer. 

Fuck this was hard.

“I…The doctor said it was best to go with what you were saying. That Momo was your wife and it hurt. It really fucking hurt for us to have that argument and then you say that shit when you woke up?! What was I supposed to do Bakugou, I was obviously never good enough for you. Your mom was right about that.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips

“She said that?” His eyes are dark, before he blinks away the rage, “What did I say then?” 

“You were a total fucking asshole! Calling me an extra, telling me not to use your given name.” A crack in your voice you wish you didn’t have, it hurt even after all this time, stupidly you go on, “Taht I was some damn extra and I shouldn’t exist.” 

“Sweetheart...”

“Don’t, don’t you fucking dare use that again. You called her that too ya know. Here I was thinking I had a special pet name from you and-”

“And you did.” Bakugou runs his hands through his hair, “I didn’t call her too many pet names, and I-. Damn it. In my head I thought you were her assistant. I lost so much time but I remembered so much of you.”

It’s his turn for a humorless laugh,

“I made Momo your coffee, I remembered how you liked it. Kept ordering the flowers for her that you liked. Everytime I bought her a gift it was something I would have picked out for you.” He sighs out, “I dreamt of you, of our wedding. It had me so choked up I even called the hag about it.”

“Don’t call her that.” Habit to chide him over it.  He should respect his mother, even if she did act like a total bitch sometimes. 

“I just- I just took you wanting Momo and her wanting you, when you woke up as a sign that we weren’t meant to be together.” You openly sob now and he steps closer. Even as you try to push out of the hug until you give in, accepting his comfort at least for now.  He squeezes and it feels good. Feels good to finally cry on his chest. To let it all out to the person you wanted comfort from the most. 

The smallest part hated you for it, for giving into him. You-you couldn’t keep doing this. 

“Fuck fate, fuck that quak doctor, and fuck the universe. Gods forbid but next time tell me. I’m sorry it took me so long to find my way. Please, please let me be Daiki’s dad.” He lets out a shaky breath, “Let me be your husband again.”

In the distance you can hear the kids screaming and laughing. Of Mina welcoming in a bunch of kids who shriek when they see Red Riot in full uniform. Thinking of your son, of the hurt on his face, of the brave face he’s put on this whole time when he so desperately wanted to have a dad you sigh out.  The decision made itself. 

"You can be his dad.." Relief floods his system but only for a moment, "But you can't be my husband again. Not now." 

In that moment it was as if you ripped out Katuski’s heart, holding onto it greedily as it bled out in your hands. As much as it pained him, he understood completely. Look at how far his beautiful, amazing, capable fucking wife got without him. 

So if you wanted to hold his heart and onto your own until the end of time, then you could have it. He was just thankful to be able to see his son and to see you, even if that was from afar. 

“Okay, I can do that. Whatever you need me to be, I'll be.” 

Six months later

“Tamaki, Mirio, seriously I can’t thank you enough.” You say as you place down your last box of office supplies onto your brand new desk just outside Mirio’s and Tamaki’s office.

“Please we were begging Kirishima to have you back.” Mirio winks, taking one of the cookies you brought as thanks. 

“B-besides, we th-thought you interviewed well.” Tamaki teases, straiging papers on your desk. 

“Ugh, Tamaki! Please I ruined that chair and your flooring.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, to be honest the embarrassment is what kept you away from their offer for so long. 

“It was no big deal.” Mirio winks, “Just bring your son to make up for it. Well we’ll leave you to unpacking. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do.” You beam at them as Tamaki goes down the secure elevator with Mirio in tow. After a few moments of unpacking the elevator dings. 

“Back already?”

“Delivery.” The man holds a vase filled with hydrangeas. Reluctantly you sign for the flowers and hold onto them. The card peaking out with no sender, only congratulations written on the card.  You didn’t need a signature to know who it was from. 

For a moment you stand there frozen, do you smash it against the floor? Nah that would be a mess, smash it in the trash can then? Holding the heavy thing over the plastic tub you lift your arms, about to let go only to hold the position until your arms burn.

Sighing you place them into the trash can and push it under your desk. You’d deal with that later.  

Another ding of the elevator, eyes going up to be met with dark eyes. Instantly you stand, face stone cold as you’re met with the last person you ever wanted to see. 

In all of her elegance and beauty Momo stands in the lobby across from you. The desk keeps some semblance of separation as you stare her down coldly. 

“Tamaiki and Mirio are out. Please leave.” 

“I’m not here to see them.” She says softly, removing her shades and sitting at a chair across from your desk. You stand there in your pencil skirt for a long time and think about the irony of the universe's timing, “I just want to talk, please.” 

A full four minutes go by. She still sits stick straight in the chair, looking at you before you sigh for the thousandth time in your life. Sitting across from her with pursed lips. 

“You don’t have to say anything, you don’t have to understand where I’m coming from and I do not expect you to forgive me.” You suck her teeth at that but she talks on, undisturbed, “Bakugou told me about what you said. I explained everything as best I could. When you came in that night, before you fell off the face of the Earth for Bakugou and myself, I was on the phone with Shouto. One airpod in so I could hear when you came back. Seeing my friend like that, lost and having forgotten everything made my chest ache. Made me think of how short life was and how much I was in love with Shouto. I’m sure Bakugou never told you but in the beginning neither of us wanted to have kids. We wanted to focus on our careers, well things changed. Bakuogu wanted more out of life than number one, he wanted to have a family and in the time he and I were apart we fell out of love.”

She looks away now, looks at the grain of the wooden desk top as if it were the most interesting thing in the world as she goes on. 

“I honestly thought I didn’t want to have children. So we both agreed to part ways. Then I met Shouto and funny enough Bakugou pushed me towards him. Because Katsuki saw that I wanted Shouto and was holding myself back even after we had been divorced for a few years. He bragged about how he was a good guy. I went for it and then I left him because apparently I do want kids, Bakugou just wasn’t the right one to have them with. Seeing Bakugou in that hospital room, seeing him battered like that, it made me realize that kids aren’t the end all be all for me. That having a life with Shouto is what I want and besides if he’s ever ready to be a dad we can always adopt.”

She stands up then adding to the end, “I just wanted you to know that and to clear the air. I loved Bakugou, yes, when we were married and I love him dearly now, but nothing more than a friend. That man adores you. The whole six years he was looking at me, he was searching for you.” 

You fight to keep your hands from gripping your shirt over your heart.  She puts her sunglasses back on and you still see the movie star tears fall down the perfect apple of her cheeks. She gives a smile as if nothing is wrong before she walks towards the elevator doors that open for her. Once the chrome doors close you double over. No tears this time but the sting of it all starts in your heart and reaches out to your fingers as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

When you finally open your eyes you see those damn flowers. Gently pulling them out of the trash can and putting them on the edge of your desk with a sigh.

A year later

Daiki runs in circles ahead of you as the two of you walk down the street as the sun paints the cityscape in shining golds.  

"Yay! I'm so excited to spend the weekend at daddy's!" Daiki shrieks, "It's still so cool I've got a pro hero daddy!" 

"Yes yes but remember your manners." You remind him and he continues letting out all of his extra energy. 

"Yes momma. I'll be nice to daddy! I love him!" Daiki hasn't stopped talking about weekends with Daddy since the two of you arranged this co parenting ordeal. Daiki was taking it well although every now and again you’d catch him asking Kirishima how to make two people fall in love again. 

You just didn’t want to get romantically involved with a hero again, heart unable to take the pain or the long nights of waiting and wondering.  

And yet here you were in that flowy dress with the hydrangeas blooming on the moody fabric. 

The door comes into view as Daiki launches himself with a mini explosion, banging on the door of the apartment the two of you once shared with a shout. 

"DADDY!" 

It isn’t long before the door opens to reveal Bakugou still in his uniform sans his grenades. Mask pushed up keeping his hair out of his eyes, cheeks covered in a bit of soot as his black hero uniform hugged his body like a second skin. His thirties were treating him kindly and if anything he was aging like a fine wine.

"There's my fire cracker!" He says with pride. Picking up his son and holding him close. Even pressing a kiss to his cheek. You smile softly, hiding the pain in your eyes realizing this is never going to get easier. Passing Daiki's backpack of clothes. Bakugou holds onto the strap, holding your gaze and you can tell he wants to say something. That there's a weight on the tip of his tongue. 

"Stay." It's gentle, all the gruffness in his voice snuffed out. Daiki, of course, has plenty of energy for it. 

"Sleep over! SLEEP OVER!" His little fists hit Bakugou's broad shoulders with delight.

"One night?" Vermillion eyes stare into yours deeply before a cocky smile spreads on his lips. 

"Besides, after all this time, I still remember how you like your coffee." 

EPILOGUE 

It’s early in the morning but late for Bakugou to be home. The stove reads 6am as birds chirp lazily outside, sunning their wings before they belt into song. Something stirs from down the hall and he clenches his jaw. He hadn’t meant to be too loud coming in but that safe door needed some oil on its hinges.

“Morning, didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly wrapping his arm around his wife, smiling up at him, eyes struggling to stay open, “Go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“Need to be up anyway.” A yawn, reaching the counter to get the medicine. Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just watches his wife with a soft smile on his features. 

In the meantime he grabs his black studded coffee cup, fills it up with ice and gets the sweet cream creamer from the fridge. He sets the coffee next to his wife  on the counter, looking at the belt of bruises from the injections. His strong beautiful wife was doing everything to ensure that their growing child was safe. His heart feels full as he stares at the strongest woman he knows.

Stares at you as the sun peaks in through the blinds in sleepy oranges and pinks. 

“Thanks sweetness.”  You hum as he leans over. Pressing a kiss to the span of your swollen stomach. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks, another kiss on your stomach, hands there for a moment and fighting back the choked feelings as his fingers are kicked away, just thankful he can be here now. You give a small nod and try to usher him to bed, knowing he had been working himself far too much. 

Slowly you look outside, the clouds candied cotton as you take the first sip of your coffee, putting the radio on low before you prepare meals for the busy day ahead. A soft, sad ballad begins to play as you sway slowly. Singing the lyrics softly to what you thought was yourself until a husky voice speaks up from behind you. 

"I used to hear this song….while I was away." He clears his throat, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you both now in time with the music, "Used to think it was sad. That I was trying to get a glimpse of something I didn't have or that I used to have. Now when I hear it. It means something else." 

He spins you around, taking his hand in yours as he slowly sweeps you around the kitchen as if it were an elegant dance floor. Circling around with what would normally be somber music but here, in the early morning hours. Under the pastels of the sun and the intense, loving gaze of his burning ember eyes it feels nostalgic, warm.

"Now when I look in her eyes. I get a glimpse of us." He puts his forehead to yours smiling softly, "A glimpse of us and our future. No longer focusing on the past. Focusing on you, me, our children, happy, healthy and growing. I see us."

Tears prick your eyes, the two of you have vowed to one another to always fight for the other. No more past relationships or time lost, just what the two of you had now. He presses the softest kiss to your lips, pouring his heart and soul into it, he wants you to know that it has been and always will be you that holds his jagged heart. 

"I love you, Sweetheart." He murmurs and you lean up on tiptoes to give him the same kiss back. That you will fight for yourself, for your kids, for him even if the odds are stacked against you, even in the shadow of doubt. 

"I love you too, Sweetness." 

Hoping I’ll find…a glimpse of us.

[valentinewritten]

pairing ; bakugo katsuki

summary ; where lovesick Katsuki finally gets the girl of his dreams <3

cw ; pregnancy, children, (eventual) aged up, very ooc bakugo, not proof read, and first thing i’ve posted so yes it’s shit.

- lovesick bakugo who sat behind y/n in science, constantly trying to talk to her. She was ever so popular and he was..well not really the friendly type.

- lovesick bakugo who would put love letters in ur locker after hours, denying Kirishima on his suspicions.

- lovesick bakugo who goes home and stalks ur insta, ur highlights, ur posts, every story. (he freaked when u followed him back)

- lovesick bakugo who would buy you snacks everytime he would see u crying at the fending machine because it didn’t work.

- lovesick bakugo who went home smiling because when u two graduated he got a peck on the cheek from you.

- lovesick bakugo who’s stomach fell in a pit after he saw ur boyfriend on instagram after graduation, u and him announcing ur pregnancy.

- lovesick bakugo who was still in love with you 10 years later decided to hope for the best and went to UA’s highschool reunion. a smile hitting his face when his former classmate mina said you’ve been single for a while.

- lovesick bakugo whos eyes instantly landed on you in ur sundress having a drink with mina at the park.

- lovesick bakugo who got u another drink and finally mustered up the courge to get ur number. the smile he left with still make kirishima laugh to this day.

- lovesick bakugo who took you home after a few to many drinks and let you sleep on his bed while he slept on a chair.

- lovesick bakugo who drove u home that morning and stayed just a little longer to help with breakfast.

- lovesick bakugo who started seeing you weekend after weekend, finally realizing he was locked him when u wanted him to meet ur daughter.

- lovesick bakugo who planned ur daughters 3rd birthday party in order to surprise u, the sight leaving u in almost tears.

- lovesick bakugo who treated ur daughter like ur own and you like the most gorgeous girl in the world.

- lovesick bakugo who was on one knee in the middle of his fancy kitchen ur full name rolling off his tounge, tears welled in ur eyes ur daughter dancing with joy over whom shes grown to call her father.

- lovesick bakugo who danced with u at ur wedding day, the first time tears fell from his eyes since he was just a teenager.

- lovesick bakugo who takes care of u, makes u dinner, hugs u in his sleep, cleans u after a lovely night.

- lovesick bakugo who argues with you on where you too should put ur family picture in ur shared home <3.

Lmao quick summary on how my mom and stepdad met !

[eatingstringcheese]

headcanons - katsuki bakugo

in which we dive into the world of headcanons for katsuki bakugo

warnings: a few swear words

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ GENERAL

»❁» cat person

»❁» knows some sign language because his quirk could potentially give him tinnitus and hearing loss

»❁» religiously listens to corpse husband

»❁» Scotty Doesn't Know, Never Satisfied, Rät, Verbatim, and Cigarette Ahegao, are his top five songs on spotify

»❁» he doesn't actually smell like caramel/burnt sugar, just his hands, but he uses a citrus-y soap stuff

»❁» uses two different 3-in-1 body washes (6-in-2 lol) for speed and cleanliness, because why waste time in the shower if you could be training?

»❁» goldfish is the superior snack food, but never regular goldfish, because regular is for extras

»❁» favorite movie is the lion king, but for some reason he gets the strongest urge to pee or get a snack when mufasa's death scene comes on, weird right?

»❁» he styles hair really well, one of the girls could have a bad hair day and he casually walks over and fixes it

»❁» he has gifted kid syndrome, excelled as a child and when he got older and leveled out with his peers achieving anything other than excellency was intolerable by him

»❁» you know those tiny sneezes that are barely audible but so cute you could die? katsuki and only katsuki

»❁» horny pretty much 24/7

»❁» dislikes big gatherings

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ BEST FRIENDS

»❁» you guys met at a cat cafe you frequented a lot in shizuoka (the closest real city by musutafa). you bumped into him and he spilled his coffee on his white shirt. he was pissed so you apologized profusely and bought him a new drink. after that encounter you ran into each other several times at several different places and eventually became friends because you two had similar tastes

»❁» mitsuki loves you because you're not as loud and angry as katsuki is, mitsuki hopes your more calm and laid back nature will rub off on katsuki. (she also prefers you over the bakusquad because they're loud, 9/10 times she'll agree to you coming over)

»❁» when he invites you over to do homework together or just goof off mitsuki always asks if you want to stay for dinner

»❁» when you stay for dinner you always offer to help with the dishes (because brownie points)

»❁» his friends love you and adopted you into the bakusquad

»❁» mina thought you were dating

»❁» when he says "go fuck yourself" he really means "yea we're best friends but i'm not gonna tell you that"

»❁» you made him a photo album for his birthday (4/20 pog) and he ALMOST cried but he didn't, he only sweated through his eyeballs ;)

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ DATING

»❁» you confessed to him. your parents were out of town so he invited you over because he didn't want you to be alone. you agreed and you guys had hung out at his house. movie night, dinner, and snacks, the usual. with a rush of adrenaline you turned to him and asked him. your gaze met his and he gave you a simple nod, unable to speak due to the goldfish in his mouth

»❁» your first kiss was surprising. during hero training you got cornered in a tight hallway, noses centimeters from touching. you smirked, cupping his face in your hand and planting a soft kiss on his lips. you skipped away while he stood back startled. he chased you down after class for revenge

»❁» the entire foundation of your relationship is trust, to him a relationship can't work without it

»❁» he liked to grab your waist and kiss your forehead (or cheek depending on your height)

»❁» he secretly wants to be babied but don't tell anyone

»❁» whoever wakes up first gets dibs on good morning messages, but katsuki always sends the good night message because he sleeps early

»❁» you like to cook together, but he is very over protective and watches you very closely (he worries about you and doesn't want you getting burnt or accidentally cutting yourself)

»❁» you spend a lot of time together, mostly cuddling and staring off into space

»❁» he has two favorite ways to cuddle, you wrapped up in his arms while he peppers your face with kisses and whispers sweet nothings to you or laying on the couch together, you playing with his hair and his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat

»❁» you said i love you first his response was "dammit bastard, i was gonna say it first"

»❁» dislikes traditional dates, prefers to sit at home (mostly because he wants to be babied and also because he doesn't want anyone looking at you)

»❁» your name in his phone is "babe" pretty simple because he believes actions > words

»❁» his name in your phone is "katsu mcsplody" because why not?

»❁» he loves to compliment you about everything under the sun

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[cosmiles]

𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄?

➢ bakugo and his manipulative s/o

note: let's keep the angst train rolling!

characters: bakugo

content: angst, underlying manipulation, established gender-neutral relationship, toxic reader, lemme sprinkle a lil angst on your feed!

words: 0.5k

He really should’ve seen this coming. The universe did have a funny habit of putting Bakugo on a pedestal before pulling the wool over his eyes. And apparently, his love life was not spared from this curse. 

The relationship started fine, perfect even. It was like right out of the pages of his hidden stash of romance mangas. Just two pro heroes in love and taking the world by storm. 

But despite Katsuki's wishes, the media was highly invested and did whatever it could do to learn more and more about your relationship. And boy, were you oh so happy to supply them. You constantly shared things about your relationship without his consent. And when he brought this up with you, you always brushed him off. Claiming he needed to “loosen up”. That should’ve been the first red flag. 

But, Katuski chose to ignore it. Maybe he was being too uptight. He was a pro hero, his life was being documented for the world to see. Didn’t mean he had to like it though. But, for you, he would try. So, Bakugo stopped looking at your interviews, knowing they would only spur his anger. He trusted that you would know your limits on what to say. 

And boy was he wrong. Constantly, reporters, other pro heroes, and even his friends would ask him about things you said. And when questioned, you always gave him the same sorry excuse. 

“I’m just giving the people what they want.” Another red flag. 

So yet again, Katuski tried to keep his cool and ignored it. Maybe this was just how being a pro-hero was. Yet still, something felt off. After all, he was a fairly intelligent guy with subpar intuition. All the alarms were going off in his head that something wasn’t right. But Bakugo didn’t listen. You were his s/o, whom he was deeply in love with. The one who had seen him at his lowest and held him close at night. You would never do anything to hurt him. Right? 

The last straw was when Katsuki found out about the “engagement”. How could you go on record stating that he proposed to you? He didn’t even have a ring! And of course, when he confronted you, all you had were the same excuses. But Bakugo wasn't taking it this time. Words were exchanged and bags were packed that night. You were out of his hair and hopefully taking your toxicity with you. 

But nothing is ever that easy, since not even 48 hours later his name had been dragged through the mud multiple times. It seemed like every news outlet was criticizing him for things he didn’t do. The poor saps were wrapped around your finger as you made him out to be the bad guy. 

And as he watched the whole country turn on him, it left Katsuki wondering,

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

[sttm99]

Part 2 here!

'Fuck.'

It had been just two nights since you'd given him head in the dark of his dorm room, and Bakugo hadn't been able to rid his mind of the sensation ever since.

He knew it was stupid to even agree to it. You were the one girl in class he felt comfortable enough to talk about anything with. Be it grades, his fears and even more sexual topics. It also helped that he knew you wouldn't ever judge him for anything.

You were his closest friend; more so than Kirishima. And he liked that... he liked that he has someone he could trust with his life, someone he could relate with so effortlessly.

And you felt the same way with him. You told him everything; every little secret, every dirty detail, and he never laughed or judged.

Which was why you both were in his room, many hours past his bedtime, sitting opposite each other on his bed as you recounted your most recent almost-sexual endeavor.

"-and it was so awkward cause it was just hanging there in my face and I didn't know what to do." You groaned out, with your body hunched over, face covered with your palms as you recounted your experience in the school's storage room with a General Studies boy you'd been seeing casually.

Bakugo chuckled at your demeanor from where he was. "Yeah then maybe you should have stopped him when you saw him undoing his fucking belt."

You glared at him through the cracks between your fingers.

"Seriously," he laughed. "If you didn't wanna give him head, you should have told him the moment you entered the closet."

You groaned and fell back unto his bed. "The thing is I want to do it."

You turned your head to stare up at Bakugo.

"So why didn't you?"

You groaned again. "I don't know. I mean... look, I wanna be able to make the guy I like feel good, you understand. And I really thought I wanted to give him head, but then he was pulling his jeans down- and I was getting cold feet and then he pulled down his boxers and I wanted to run away right then....

"But I pushed through- and I got down... and it was just staring at my face and-"

"Maybe you just don't wanna do it." Bakugo raised his brow, cutting you off from your rambling.

You frowned. "Maybe. I mean, I think about giving head...and I wanna do it, and then I get an opportunity and I panic. You're probably right."

There was silence for a moment, before Bakugo shifted in his position, pulling his knees higher up, closer to his body, and leaning his forward.

"Or maybe... you don't wanna do it with him."

You furrowed your brows. "Meaning..? I don't really like him or what?"

Bakugo shrugged, "I mean, do you?"

You began sitting up. "Don't I?"

"Come on, Y/N." He raised a brow, giving you an unimpressed look, "You don't even text him unless he texts you."

"Yeah because he's always texting me."

"See! You even say it like you're frustrated." Bakugo jutted his arms out at you.

You paused, sitting up and pondering it.

Bakugo groaned. "Listen, I know you, okay? You- frankly, you're horny... more so than most people-"

You scowled at him.

"-and the fact that you don't even let him put his hands under your fucking skirt most times should tell you that you're probably not all that sexually attracted to him."

You stared at Bakugo, eyes narrowed as you began to see his point. "I guess you're on to something."

"Look," he began, "I honestly think you're just with him because of how aggressively he pursued you. And that's fucking dumb."

You pouted. "I guess... so now I have to find someone else to practice head with."

"Why do you wanna learn how to give head?" He laughed.

"Cause the girls were talking about giving head one time and I wanna be able to join in conversations." I groaned out, exasperated, and flopped back unto your back.

Bakugo took a moment to look you over, before adjusting his shorts and clearing his throat.

"I can give you pointers if you want."

Silence.

"What?" You mumbled, sitting back up, with your weight on your palms and narrowing your eyes at him.

He scowled at you. "I'm not repeating myself."

You rolled your eyes and hissed at his stubbornness. "You idiot."

"But..." You started slowly. "If you're offering to give me tips on sucking dick, I don't mind."

He shifted a bit. "Yeah... well- it'll only work if you're sexually attracted to me. If not, it'll just be like with that guy earlier- and shit would be awkward." He was looking away now.

"Wanna find out?"

And that was how he found himself heaving against his headboard with his shorts and boxers flung at the far end of his bed.

"Shitshit- fuck Y/N."

His hands were fisted into your hair, knees raised in the hair and thighs spread on either side of your head, as you laid on your stomach before him, nose pressed into his dark blonde pubic hair and lips wrapped tightly around his dick.

His eyes were blown wide, lips parted as grunts forced their way out his mouth.

It was just bordering on too much; the sensation of your mouth, and he'd suddenly realised how seriously you'd taken his analogy.

-"Consider it a bottle of smoothie or something, and there's that chunk that can't pass through the bottle mouth properly, so you're trying to suck it out." He'd said, holding his already hard dick against your cheek.

"That sounds stupid, Katsuki." You retorted, as you scowled up at him.

"That's the best I got, I ain't some sex therapist, okay!"-

"Oh shit- you're good," he groaned out, head thrown back and thighs quivering. "Fuck- fuck! Fuck, you're fucking good, baby. Just like that, yeah..!"

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing you down on his dick so he could feel the sliding of your tongue on his shaft as he dipped into your throat.

It didn't help that you were drooling all over him- and yourself-, your hand cupping his balls and squeezing softly.

He was going into overdrive, thrusting up unto your mouth, his eyes rolling back as he slipped down your throat over and over again, and he moaned as he felt you gag, your throat constricting against his tip.

He brought his head forward to peek over at you.

"Slut," he groaned out, eyeing your positioning; one hand infront of you, playing with his balls, and the other stretched underneath your body, fingers dipping into your sleepshorts. "You fucking slut- you like this shit, don't you?"

You moaned around his dick, vibrations coursing round his veins and your eyes looking up to meet his; lids hanging heavy and pupils blown out as you sucked on his cock.

He came heavy- hard. With spasming thighs and choked out groans as he spurted his seed down your throat.

It was a lot... too much. He kept spurting out his cum and his sight was blurry as he looked at you.

Now he couldn't look at you without remembering your stupid, fucked expression when you were between his legs. And it's weird, because all you're doing is grinning an Sato as you hover around him whilst he bakes.

It's stupid. He knows it is.

You don't even like him that way.

Part 2 has been posted here!

[bkgml]

READER TRYING TO KEEP KATSUKI IN BED WHILE HES TRYING TO GET HIS DAY STARTED

you feel katsuki press a warm kiss to your forehead before attempting to shift out of the bed.

you whine from beside him and wriggle towards him, chasing his warmth.

“hi baby.” he hums, wrapping an arm around you.

the affection makes you sigh and cuddle into his side.

“i gotta get up.” he murmurs.

you frown and shake your head

he chuckles at you for a moment and shifts to drag his fingers through your hair.

you smile gently, peeling your eyes open to look at your boyfriend.

“i need to get ready for work.” he mumbles.

you frown.

“skip your run, baby please. stay with me.” you whisper, sitting up to straddle him.

he can feel his resolve breaking but attempts to hold firm.

“you know i can’t. need to warm up.”

“i can warm you up.” you sing, kissing the corner of his mouth.

his hands tighten on your waist.

“not that kind of warm up and you know it.” he grumbles.

you laugh against his skin, kissing his nose.

“five more minutes.” you say, using your best puppy dog eyes.

he flips you over until you’re lying on your back, he’s above you, expression soft.

“five more minutes.” he says, collapsing onto your warmth and nuzzling into your skin.

[kingkatsuki]

— lush

It’s no secret to Bakugou that his friends think you’re hot, but he’s never allowed them to act on it before. Until they catch him using a remote controlled vibrator on you—

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader, implied Sero Hanta x f!reader, Kaminari Denki x f!reader, Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, toys, Bakugou let’s the guys control your lush vibe, dub-con (consent isn’t explicitly stated so could potentially be seen as non-con), long distance, sexting, public setting, nudes, squirting, dirty talk, the guys talk pure filth about you.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Bakugou did not want to be here, and frankly he wouldn’t have turned up at all if it hadn’t been for you. Especially when he knew what was waiting at home for him— you kissed him at the door with a promise to wait up for him when he returned home. Knowing that you’d more than likely fall asleep on the couch by the time he stepped back into the apartment, having to scoop you up into his arms and walk you into your bedroom.

This night out for Sero’s birthday had been planned weeks in advance, and rather than unwinding with him after your long day at work you practically forced him into the shower— alone no less, and made him get ready for drinks at a popular bar in central Musutafu.

Taking a sip of his cold beer as his friends talked animatedly around him in the plush booth, catching up with each other after a few weeks apart. Gathering as Pro-Heroes wasn’t as easy as his days back at U.A. Conflicting work schedules meant that it became near impossible to find the same days, or even evenings off as each other. So this was something to be savoured. Or at least, that’s what you told him as you watched him get ready. Sitting on your shared bed wearing one of his old Dynamight agency shirts and a pair of shorts while he pulled a plain black shirt out of his closet to wear tonight.

Nothing had annoyed Bakugou more than leaving you alone in your apartment to be here, the taste of your gloss still lingering on his lips as he thought about being home with you instead.

You’d made it abundantly clear what your plans were going to be tonight, pulling the little pink toy he’d bought for you out of your magic drawer (as he called it) and settling yourself on your shared bed.

“You put that in I ain’t goin’ at all, sweetheart.” He groaned, leaning against the doorframe as you shook your head with a laugh.

“You’re going,” You reached up to squeeze his cheeks together into a pout, the rough stubble on his face tickling your fingers as you pulled him down into a kiss, “I just need something after the day I’ve had. I’m probably gonna take a bath and wait for you to get home.”

“Then I’m at least controlling that shit.” He growled, pulling his cellphone out of his jeans pocket, “Give me access now.”

Maybe he’d be able to have one more drink before excusing himself early so he could get home to you and sink himself into your warm, wet cunt.

And god, you would be so fucking wet. You’d be soaked from the way his thumb continued to absentmindedly draw patterns against his phone screen. The pink cursor ascended for a few moments before dragging it back down. Picturing how you looked right now with the little toy stuffed inside your pretty pussy as you writhed on top of tussled sheets all because of him.

You[8.59PM]: Kats, stop teasing and let me cum :(((

The notification banner signaled at the top of the screen, causing Bakugou to grin. He’d been teasing you for the last hour with the toy, knowing that the settings he was using weren’t quite enough to have you coming undone for him. But just enough to have you riled up and begging for more—

Bakugou[9.00PM]: You’re the one that wanted to play these games, sweetheart.

You[9.01PM]: Yeah, but I wanna cum :((

The words had Bakugou’s cock throbbing in his pants, pressing against the rough denim as he tried to mask a groan through a tickly cough. Pressing the back of his hand to his lips as he typed another response to you.

Bakugou[9.02PM]: I promise I’ll take good care of you when I get home, baby.

You[9.05PM]: Turn it up a little please, baby? I need it.

With that text you’d sent an attachment. He’d been hiding the screen of his phone beneath the table all evening to avoid any prying eyes or accusatory questions, but this made him shield the screen from any unsuspecting gazes. A photograph of you staring up into the camera with needy eyes, your glossy lips curled into a cute pout as you pulled your shirt— his shirt, above your chest as the fabric bunched together to reveal your perfect breasts.

God, you were so fucking perfect.

Bakugou decided to take pity on you, his fingers pulling the circle up the screen to increase the vibrations. His free hand reaching forward to grab his bottle as he downed the rest of its contents. Determined this would be his last drink before excusing himself to come home to you, not that he’d have to think of any particular reason.

“Work still trying to contact you, bro? It’s gone nine.” Sero asked, leaning his forearms against the table.

“You have been on the phone a lot, is everything okay?” Kirishima looked concerned.

“He’s probably texting his girlfriend,” Denki practically sang.

“Shut up, idiot. Everything’s fine.”

Slipping his phone back into his pocket as he stood from the booth, smoothing his hands down the black denim on his thighs as he made a beeline towards the bar.

“It’s your round yeah, Kats?” Kirishima called after him, the sound drowned out by the loud bustle of the bar as Bakugou leaned against it waiting to be served. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, knowing that it was texts from you. But he didn’t want to unlock it to read them now, not when anyone could look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse at what was his.

Forgoing a tray as he held the neck of the beer bottles between his knuckles as he carried them back towards the booth to a cheer and raised arms from Denki. Sharing them out as he resumed his seat and wrapped a palm around the cold base of the bottle, distracted as he pulled his phone out to finally respond to you.

You[9.21PM]: I can’t cum with this, baby. It’s driving me crazy.

You[9.23PM]: You are the biggest tease I swear, Kats. My clit is throbbing :(((

Bakugou grinned as instead of responding to your messages, he left them on read. Opening the lush app as he went back to dragging his thumb across the screen, increasing the vibrations to give you some much needed relief. Except this time Sero was quick to notice the app on Bakugou’s phone screen, quick reflexes snatching the phone from his hands.

“Is this what I think it is?” Sero’s eyes sparkled with mischief as his mouth settled into a wide grin, “No wonder you’re talking to us even less than usual tonight, Bakubro.”

“Give it back, tapeface.” Bakugou practically snarled, reaching across the table to try and grab his phone back. Knocking his beer bottle over in the process, which Kirishima’s quick reflexes managed to save with minimal spillage, the head foaming up from the movement.

“What is that?” Denki asked with curiosity as he leaned over Sero’s shoulder to look at the screen.

“You guys ever seen this app before?” Sero turned it to face the table, the circle still sat in the middle of the screen. An indication of the consistent hum of vibrations pulsing through the toy for you right now.

“No, what does it do?” Kirishima tilted his head slightly, “Is it like a game?”

“It’s an app for a remote controlled vibrator,” Sero explained, “So unless it’s inside you right now, man—”

“Piss off.” Bakugou snarled, baring his teeth.

“Then I’m guessing it’s inside your girlfriend.” Sero surmised, turning the screen back to face him.

“Oh,” Kirishima’s lips parted in surprise, and Bakugou could see the cogs turning in his mind as his thoughts clearly went to what you looked like with this little toy stuffed inside your pussy.

“Wait” Denki’s brows were furrowed as though deep in thoyght, the cogs turning in his mind, “So that means she’s got it in right now?”

“Looks like it.” Sero held the phone in one hand as he used his pointer finger to drag the circle down to the bottom of the screen, stopping the vibrations completely, “How many times has she cum already?”

None of your fucking business, Bakugou thought to himself as he sneered across the table. But he hoped you hadn’t cum at all, wanting to return home and experience the luxury of you coming undone on his cock firsthand.

“Oh fuck, man.” Denki whined, “Your girlfriends so fucking hot. How did you get so lucky?”

“Maybe you should give that back, Sero.” Kirishima shuffled beside Bakugou, clearly intrigued with the conversation but he tried to ignore the dark, depraved thoughts that were running through his mind at this moment.

“Yeah, give it the fuck back.” Bakugou snarled, swiping for the phone again as Sero held it over his head and away from Bakugou’s reach.

You[9.30PM]: Baby, why’d you turn it off completely that’s so mean?

“Oh shit,” Sero read the text that came through from you, “Happy birthday to me.”

“Give me the fuckin’ phone,” Bakugou practically snarled, venom laced in his tone as he hoped you wouldn’t try and send another selfie.

“Come on, man. Five minutes,” Sero pleaded, offering the phone back to Bakugou as a peace offering, “It could be my birthday gift, you know?”

Having his friends fawn over you like this had a warped sense of power rolling over him. It was debauched, depraved and downright scummy but Bakugou found himself falling into the sovereignty.

Bakugou knew he should call you to let you know that he was surrendering control to the app to his friends, or at the very least send you a message to let you know. But deep down he knew it was something that you would probably enjoy, maybe a bit too much, if you knew. Often talking to him about uses for the toy, and whether he’d ever share access with it with his friends. The thought of going home to tell you who had been controlling it just to see the wide-eyed look on your face had his cock throbbing beneath his jeans in anticipation.

“Five fuckin’ minutes.”

“That’s the spirit, happy fucking birthday to me.” Sero grinned as he began to slide his finger against the screen, “You shoulda brought her with you, that woulda been the best gift.”

“You’d never be that fuckin’ lucky, tapeface.” Bakugou snorted, taking a sip of beer as Sero’s tongue poked out from between his lips in concentration. Swirling his finger along the screen with such precision, but Bakugou was certain he had no real clue what he was doing.

“A girl online gave me her code to one of these before,” He grinned across the booth, “Let me watch her on video while I did it too—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Bakugou would rather blow his phone up completely than let his friends see you on video.

“How do you even know she’s got it in right now?” Denki asked, “You could just be messing with a dead toy.”

“She sent a text begging me to turn it back on.” Sero grinned, “He’s probably the one that put it in her, lucky prick.”

Bakugou wished he was the one that positioned the toy inside you, although he definitely wouldn’t have made it to the bar if he had. There’s nothing in this world that could’ve torn him away from your pretty little cunt.

“Can you get her to send us a picture?” Denki continued, “Do you have pictures?”

Bakugou had multiple pictures, and videos, of you using the toy. It had originally been a way for him to help you climax whenever he was called away on long missions, a fun addition to the already steamy video calls you’d have at random hours. The time differences were often large as he’d find himself fisting his cock for you on camera at four in the morning, helping you to cum just before you were getting ready for bed.

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou growled.

There was no way he was going to show them a picture of you, especially how hot you looked right now. Remembering the photograph you’d sent him just as he made it to the bar, of you spread out against soft sheets as you gave the camera a sultry gaze. Man, he really was a fucking idiot coming out tonight and leaving you at home.

“Oh, he’s definitely got pictures,” Sero smirked, “Look at the look on his face. I bet she looks hot in them too—”

“Don’t you dare, you fuck.” Bakugou made a swipe for the phone, but Sero was quicker. Handing the cellphone off to Denki as he leaned forward to pick up his bottle of beer with a chuckle, taking a large swig from it as he leaned against Denki’s shoulder to watch his friend play with the app.

“Have you used this when she’s out in public?” Denki asked, looking across the booth at Bakugou while his finger criss-crossed over the screen with speed— probably torturing your poor pussy with the intense changes.

“No.” Bakugou answered curtly. Neither of you had really toyed with the device outside long distance, but it’s definitely something that you’d both talked about before. You’d even suggested he wear it one night, so he could feel exactly what it did to you for himself.

“Man, that’s so boring.” Denki pouted, “If she was my girlfriend I’d have her wearing it to the grocery store.”

“That’s because you don’t know how to make a girl cum by yourself.” Bakugou scoffed, taking another sip of his drink as Denki scrunched his nose in response.

“Yeah I do,” Denki turned the screen to face him, giving anyone in the bar who looked over a glimpse at the adult app on the phone in use right now, “In fact I’m gonna make your girl cum without even touching her.”

Bakugou hoped you weren’t coming right now, especially with how intense Denki had the vibrations. He knew you were already riled up and desperate, and this was exactly what you needed to have you tumbling over the edge. But he’d never live it down if Denki was the one to make you climax, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You should invite her next time, man. We could do this with her here.” Denki continued, his finger pausing on the screen while the dot was sat at its highest point. Indicating that the vibrations were on the most intense setting as Bakugou pictured you writhing against the sheets while the toy buzzed inside you. Picturing the creamy slick that drooled out of your hole at the sensation and stuck to your plush thighs. Wishing that he was there to clean you up instead of fantasizing about it. His cock jumped at the thought as he palmed himself subtly through his jeans while shifting in his seat.

God, he had to go home and bury himself inside you.

“Can I have a go?” Kirishima mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing as red as his hair as he fisted his beer bottle nervously.

“Knock yourself out, man.” Denki held the cellphone out to Kirishima like it belonged to him, the dot still sat at the highest point on the screen.

What Bakugou hadn’t been expecting is the amount of teasing Kirishima was doing for you. His thumb barely moving the circle above the slowest setting, the low rumble of the toy inside you would’ve been barely enough for anyone and Bakugou knew it had to be driving you crazy right now.

You[9.40PM]: I told you to stop being a tease. I was about to cum. :(((

“Oh, she’s texting you.”

Kirishima showed him the screen as he read the text, and Bakugou had never been so happy that Kirishima had managed to seize control of his phone and the app before Denki had a chance to actually make you climax.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he grinned in satisfaction, certain he’d never hear the end of it (from you or Denki) if he’d managed to make you cum.

Kirishima was gentle and cautious as he continued playing with the app, barely letting the vibrations go above the middle of the screen. But thick fingers continued to make it constant, pushing down to wiggle the line every few seconds as he began to make almost swirling patterns against the device.

“Come on, man. Turn it up to the max.” Denki whined, his arms going across the table in a silent plea to get the phone back into his hands.

“So you can make her completely numb?” Sero scoffed, “You know she’d stop being able to feel anything with you.”

“She’d be able to feel a lot.” Denki grabbed at his crotch crudely as the men sat at the table began to laugh, even Bakugou snorted as he took a large swig of his beer. He had to get home to you soon.

“You ain’t ever made a girl cum in their life so what makes you think you could make my girl cum?” Bakugou deadpanned as Denki pouted.

“I have too!” He whined.

“Oh yeah? When was that?” Sero pried.

“Come on, man. Don’t be on his side—”

“The girls on those camsites don’t count, I’m pretty certain they fake it too.”

“I don’t even use those anymore.”

“Oh wow.” Kirishima breathed deeply when Bakugou turned his attention back to his best friend. Noticing he’d opened the texting app and now a photograph you’d just sent sat open on the screen.

“What the fuck, man?” Bakugou grunted, grabbing his phone off Kirishima has he shielded the screen with his body. Curling over the table as he held the device beneath it.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my fault. I saw the notification and I clicked it—” Panic was evident in Kirishima’s tone as he begun a feeble attempt to explain himself. An attempt that would’ve been easier were it not for the alcohol currently circling through his veins, his voice slurred as his eyes glazed over. Trying to commit the picture he’d just seen of you to memory, as though he’d just had a near death experience and had witnessed the pearly gates.

“Let me see,” Denki practically begged, “God, dude. Please— let me see. Eiji got to see, it’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Bakugou cut both men off, trying to focus on the picture you’d just sent.

It was a photograph taken from above your body, between the gap of your thighs and your chubby mound as he noticed the dark stain that now splashed across your bedsheets. Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when he noticed the text message that you’d sent with it.

You[9.45PM]: You just made me squirt omg

You[9.46PM]: You’re cleaning that up when you get home it’s not my fault :(((

“Fuck, she squirted.” Bakugou mumbled, eyes roaming your exposed skin and the mess you’d made on the screen.

That’s it, he was going home to you now.

“What?!” Denki gasped in surprise, practically jumping over the table in the booth to read the messages, “You made her squirt?”

“Clearly it was me that got her close enough to do it,” Sero grinned, “Eij just got lucky to get her last.”

“And she sent a picture? Can I see it, man? Please.” Denki looked as though he was about to cry, his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the table, “Please just one pic.”

Bakugou chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating on whether to show the personal picture you’d sent. A picture that had clearly been intended for his eyes only— but he’d explain to you later.

Turning the screen to the rest of the table, ensuring it faced away from the busy bar as his friends leaned in to look at it. Eyes darting across the imagine to try and memorise it in the few seconds that Bakugou had given them.

“Holy fucking shit.” Sero grinned.

“That’s not fair that you get to go home to that,” Denki threw his head against the back of the booth with a groan, “I’d lick it off the floor.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ freak.” Bakugou sneered, scrunching his nose at the debauched comment.

Locking his phone before leaning forward to pick his beer bottle up to down the rest of its contents, slamming the empty bottle back down on the table as he grabbed his jacket.

“Well, you’ve seen what I’ve got waiting for me at home, I’m out.” Bakugou fist bumped Sero as before shrugging his jacket back on.

“Any chance at a video call?” Denki pleaded, clasping his hands together as Bakugou shot him a glare, “What? I’m just asking.”

Bakugou text you as he left the bar, moving quick on his feet to get home to you as quickly as possible as he hailed a taxi.

Bakugou[9.52PM]: I’m not cleaning that up when I get home, I’m making it worse.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves to come up behind you while you’re cooking and slap your ass. He’s such an ass guy.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who has photos of you all over his office in his agency.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves the massages you give him after he gets into a rough fight with some villain.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who no matter how tired he is will take you out on a date every Saturday. He always plans the date out ahead of time too.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who curses like a sailor towards anyone else, but watches his mouth for his housewife.

[sinfulpanda16]

He Loves Loving You

Before you, his sex life were mainly hookups that always involved her facing away. He did not care at all about eye contact or passion it was just a way to help himself relieve stress.

But then he met you and now all he wants is to make you feel good and loved. He likes having you in the missionary position where he can look at your beautiful features and see how good he can make you feel. Soft little kisses here and there, sometimes your foreheads would touch, you had a way of making his soft self come out. Thats not to mean he's lost touch with his rough persona, sometimes he fucks you in the most heinous positions and at rough speeds, but there's love that's what changed. There's always love in your intimate encounters.

And you always feel so good. Fuck you drive him nuts. He doesn't know what the hell he did to deserve this but with you its like heaven on earth. He loves loving you.

Nanami Kento, Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Eren Yeager, Tooru Oikawa, Kuroo Tetsuro, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Shouei Barou, Shuji Hanma, Mikey, Baji Keisuke, Tetta Kisaki, Frederick Arthur

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Inspiration hits quick on a lazy Saturday but you'll pay the price for the risky photo you send Bakugou while he's away for work.

Warnings: toys, phone sex/FaceTime sex.

Ageless & blank blogs DNI | MNDI

A facetime rings out in the middle of you folding laundry on the couch.

Bakubaby 💣 is calling you.

With glee you dive for your phone, rushing to pick up as you haven't heard from the pro in a couple of days due to his mission. You slide to answer and before you can do anything a rough moan comes out of the speakers.

"Don't say anything. Just do as I say and moan my name real loud, like a good kitten okay?" He growls and you can see his face aglow with the light of his screen. Brows furrowed and faintly in the background a rhythmic pace is set.

"Sending me those damn pictures and acting all surprised when I'm fuckin my fist." He reminds you of the lewd pictures you sent him after seeing a video of how to pose. You set up your phone at lightning speed yesterday with the light of the golden hour giving you an ethereal glow. Hands resting on the side of the couch, ass poking out in the shot with his favorite thong and tits pushed together with your arms throw the low, low cut bra. It was playful, sexy, bratty even in the way you smiled at him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Followed up immediately with a photo of you in bedroom. 3/4 to the camera, giving a good angle of your ass, of your wide hips, poking out your breasts by keeping your hands clasped behind your back. Looking into the camera with a totally different look. The kind that you only gave him. A touch submission mixed with mischief, that he'd have to work for his reward and work he would. His eyes traveled back to your breasts and could see your nipples through the lace but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, needed more.

Needed to feel you sinking into his cock while your eyes flutter.

So he called you immediately.

"Set yourself up nice and pretty in the bedroom for me. Grab your pretty pink dildo I got you." His voice is rasped even with the lazy pumps he's giving himself, so much pre cum has wept out of his angry cockhead coating him nicely. But nothing would ever compare to the feel of your hot cunt soaking his balls with each thrust.

Surprisingly you do as you ask without so much as a word. Setting it up where he could get a good view of you while you kneeled on the bed for now.

"Take off your shirt, play with those pretty fuckin tits." He barks and you do. Pulling the nipples taunt when he asks you. You sigh and groan and he makes you so that whole he moans loudly. It's enough to make your pussy drool for him, his dominance, his demands has you melting a lot easier than they should. Maybe it because you haven't been able to see him as often or maybe it was because you were desperate to be given instructions during your time off.

"Take off those shorts and spread your legs for me." Slipping off the fabric and removing it from your ankles, your hand goes to touch your needy clit.

"Aht I didn't say you could touch what's mine yet." He can see your arousal leaking out of you, watch you clench from his rough tone. It's enough to send him over the edge but he doesn't. Not yet. If he can't get you to cum a few times first the least he can do is time it where the two of you fall into bliss together.

"Slowly," He looks up to your face and waits for you to look at him before he growls, "Slowly princess, touch yourself."

Gently you rub circles over your clit, trying to mimic how he would if he had your hands bound in his. It drives you mad, makes you bite your lip as you moan loudly.

"I know baby I know." He grunts, "Faster."

"Faster!" He says again after a few minutes and you do, seeing stars as you gasp for air. He watches your hips jerk, watches the way you grind against your fingers, "That's it baby. Cum on this pretty fingers."

"Katsukiiii." You drag out his name, pussy desperately trying to clench onto something as you reel your head back in pleasure. You need a moment to catch your breath as you come down from your high but Bakugou was never one to give you a moments rest.

"All fours, face on the mattress." You do as he asks, pressing your cheek against the smooth sheets as he continues to instruct you, "Grab that pretty dildo and fuck yourself."

You bring the toy between your legs and slowly push and pull it. Increasing speed until you start to match the sounds of his fist pumping his cock over the phone.

Bakugou watches with lustful crimson eyes, snarling and growling as he hears your moans. Watches you buck into the toy and whine when it isn't him.

"I know you can fuck yerself harder than that." He growls, so close. So fucking close and he knows you are too with how you whine and moan. Shoving the dildo in and out of you at such a quick pace. You increase it as he requests and a loud moan escapes your lips.

"Suki, I'm gonna cum." Another whine and you can barely hear his own pace increase over the sounds your sloppy pussy is making.

"That's it baby, cream my cock." You scream at his vulgar words, trying so hard to fuck yourself through your orgasm to no avail. Vision clouded and hand pushing the toy in and out of you slowly compared to before.

Bakugou grunts as he feels his stomach and balls tighten. Spilling white hot ropes onto his chest and stomach. You both lie there for a moment, the toy slowly being pushed out of your spent cunt and him covered in his own cum.

"Lemme see you." He sighs out and you remove the toy, get off of all fours and come closer to the camera, "Look what you do to me."

He shows his godly abs and chest, pulling out a soft smile.

"Miss ya." He says softly, he wishes he was there. Wishes he could scoop you up and take you to the shower for a quick rinse and have a nice long bath with whatever bath bomb you want.

"Miss you too." You say softly, eyes downcast and sad that he isn't there with you.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Two more things okay? Can you do that for me princess?" His voice is soft as he looks you over.

"Yes sama. I can."

"That's my girl." He purrs, "Now go get a rag and wet it with warm water. Clean up and before you come back to bed there's a shirt in the closet for you.

You do as he says quickly and he watches from his spot on the side table as you go into the bathroom. Hears the water running and stop before you're back after a few minutes. Grabbing onto one of his skull tshirts and you realize it smells faintly of his cologne before climbing into bed after putting it on.

"Now, I want you to get pu baby and long john. I want you to cuddle them real tight." It's easy to grab the two giant stuffed animals and put them on either side of you as you settle into the giant comforter.

"Lemme hear about your day baby. Did ya finish that damn sappy romance manga?" You smile at him before going on your rant, giving him a full detailed summary of what happened and he listens responds when he can.

But the whole time all he can't think about is how fuckin beautiful you look as you excitedly talk and how badly he wants to be there in person.

For now he'll have to thank the Gods for video chat.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- Degradation, Daddy kink, buttplug usage, Bunny reader?. I'm sorry for any errors.

"Fuckkk yeah such a good bunny, hop on daddy's cock just like that baby" he encouraged as you hopped up and down on his thick cock, your faced the opposite way with your back towards his chest, as his cock stretches your cunt hole, rings of creamy cum visible around the base of his cock from the number of times he forced you to make a mess around him, both of you are fucking filthy, his shirt is wet and covered in your squirt, your cunt is making loud squelching noises as you bounced on his dick like your life depends on it, His eyes fixated at the way your ass jiggles against him with every thrust as he continuously plays with the cute carrot plug deep in your ass that's plugging up his cum from earlier, twisting and wiggling it inside your butthole, trying to overestimate and penetrate you as much as possible.

"Such a dumb little slut for daddy aren't ya?, such a dirty whore bet you like getting your cunt and ass stuffed full like this don't you?" he smirks, landing a harsh slap on your plush ass cheek, making your body jolt as you turn to look back at him.

"Yes! Yes! daddy m' such a dumb slut for you, just for you to use and play with, all yours!" you moaned as you hopped on his dick faster, feeling his mushroom tip grazing your sweet spot as the plug wiggles around in your tight walls driving you so fucking crazy.

"Atta girl, such a good little dumb bunny, Daddy trained you so well". He groans as he felt your cunny throbbing around his cock and clenched around him tighter. "Aww is bunny gonna cum again, gonna make a filthy mess on daddy's cock again?" he chuckles as he played with the plug stuffing your ass, he starts tugging on it, pulling it in and out of you, fucking the needy hole as your moans get louder. "Yes! Yes! Fuck daddy m gonna cum again fuck! Fe-feels so good!" you screamed as his cock head hits your favorite spot while he's fucking the plug in and out of your tight anal hole, admiring how it opens and closes around it, swallowing in the plug like a greedy little thing. After a few more hops, his cock had your sloppy cunt gushing all around it, your cum coating his cock as he pushed the plug back in and gripped onto your waist, bouncing your ass up and down on his cock like lightweight as your cum drips onto his balls and thighs, the way this man was bouncing you on him was crazy, he made it seem so effortless as he splits apart your bunnyhole even more, thick cock drilling your cunt threatening to stab a hole in your guts.

You felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you before you felt hot ropes of cum filling up your tight walls, your eyes rolled back as he continues fucking you through it, gritting his teeth and hissing as he emptied his balls deep into his cum dump. After he was done he finally pulls out of you, watching how his cum slowly leaks out of your creamy fucked hole as your head fall back against his chest. "Ya ready for another round princess? We can use this hole if you want" he smirks as he wiggles the plug inside of you.

Toji, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Yuta, Bakugou, Kirishima, Eren, Dabi, Aizen + whoever you want

[andypantsx3]

contents: general bakugou x princess reader; 1.1k, fem reader. lowkey dedicated to the loml @ofmermaidstories even tho there's e2l undertones.

thinking about being a princess forced into a political marriage. your father is ailing and with no sons in his lineage, your country risks dissolution and open war if you do not marry.

already several of the more prominent families are forming factions; those with eligible sons are desperately trying to engineer opportunities for themselves, those without are amassing foot soldiers and weapons.

you cannot stand any of the pompous, greedy, egocentric princelings put forth by the noble families; men who care nothing for the country or its people, men with no thought for policy or justice—men who would gorge themselves on wine and women as the country crumbled at their feet.

even with a husband, there is no guarantee against a coup, not unless your husband is formidable enough to suppress one.

there is only one man you can stomach the thought of assuming the throne, one man with a head for strategy, a sense of duty, and a reputation strong enough to suppress the growing threat of political discord.

you find general bakugou katsuki in his quarters in the small hours of the morning, unable to sleep for your nerves.

"princess," he rasps, opening the door in nothing but his breeches. your face burns as you're confronted with the sight of a man's naked chest, miles of bare skin, golden in the glow of the torch lights.

"general," you say, resolutely raising your eyes to his face. there is no time to dance around the issue. "i need you to marry me."

bakugou's blonde hair is bed-rumpled, his manner sleep-soft, though his gaze is sharp. he watches you for a long moment before answering.

"'s an awful unromantic proposal," he says, an eyebrow raising.

despite his honorability, he's always had a way of grating on your nerves, and he knows it. you can't stop the reflexive scowl that paints your mouth, nor the irritability that seeps into your tone.

"i am being serious," you say, crossing your arms.

bakugou's eyes follow the movement. you are suddenly all too aware that you've marched through the castle halls in nothing but your night rail, too overcome with the thought of what must be done to pay the appropriate attention to your wardrobe.

"what, you lookin' to consummate it now?" he asks, gaze almost burning through the thin cotton of your shift.

your ears go hot. "can you stop being the most obnoxious man on earth for one moment."

bakugou leans an arm against his open door, bicep flexing with the movement. you try valiantly not to notice the way the shadows pool in the divots of his muscle, the way his trousers sit against the plane of his toned stomach.

"if you want me to say yes, you're gonna need to be a little nicer, princess," he says, mouth flicking into an awful little smirk.

"general—bakugou," you hiss. "do you want to watch the country you've spent years defending dissolve into nothing at the hands of these narcissistic, coddled fools?"

"rich words for a princess," bakugou says, his voice nearly a growl in the dim.

you are aware that you are sheltered as a royal. you are aware you are soft and naive. but you are educated, you are strong-willed, and you care. you may not be a son to your father, but you know you know have studied harder than any man on your father's court. you want to do your best for this country.

"do not mock me," you command.

bakugou's scarlet gaze trails over you, hot and liquid in the flickering torchlight.

"no? then what d'you want me to do to you?" he asks.

you fight down the furious flush of humiliation. "i want you," you repeat through gritted teeth, "to marry me."

bakugou's golden eyelashes dip as his gaze slides back over your crossed arms, then lower, all the way down to your bare toes. you feel horribly vulnerable under his scrutiny, even more knowing you are already at his mercy.

"you're serious," he rasps, eyes cutting back to yours.

"unfortunately," you grit out.

that draws another flicker of a smirk out of him. "and y'came running down here at midnight in your little nightdress because you were too scared you'd chicken out, is that it?"

that is absolutely it, and you hate that he knows it.

"will you marry me or not?" you demand, even your nose feeling hot now. "i don't know what my nightdress has to do with the question!"

"your nightdress is gonna have a lot to do with it if i say yes, angel," bakugou says.

you hate him. maybe it's better to just let the country fall to ruin, let some jumped up coalition of families amass power and overwhelm bakugou and his soldiers. with any luck maybe they will stab him.

you'll have to come up with another plan.

"fine," you hiss, turning on your heel. "message received."

but a hot hand closes on your arm before you can take another step, yanking you back to him. you stumble, barely catching yourself before bashing your nose into his chest.

"you know what you're asking for?" bakugou demands, leaning in to look into your face. "you know this wouldn't be easy."

"i know," you say begrudgingly. "but you are the country's best option—my best option. none of the men put forth are acceptable."

"don't like pretty boys, princess?" bakugou asks.

"you're plenty pretty," you bite out before you can think. horror overwhelms you when bakugou's smirk grows wider, a sharp white knife in the dark.

"think i'm pretty huh?" he says, his tone gloating.

"i think that you are awful and maybe i'd rather take my chances with a coup," you growl, trying to pry your arm from his grip.

but bakugou's hold tightens for a moment, and he leans down, close enough that his breath ghosts over the collar of your night rail.

"then if you're sure this is what you want, princess, you can have it," bakugou says. his thumb smoothes over the skin of your arm for just a moment, soft and feather light before he lets you go.

you step out of his reach, skin tingling, face flaming. there's no reason to delay, then. "fine, we're agreed. i'll see you in the morning. we'll announce it then."

you spin on your heel, bakugou's grunt of acceptance following you as turn back down the hall.

"see you in the morning, angel," he drawls, suddenly all agreement.

he may be the general between the two of you, but you know when it's time for a strategic retreat. you ignore his response and flee—your ears burning all the way to your chambers.

[t3ag3rs]

♡ bakugou headcannons !

i felt like a hopeless romantic today so why not have some random headcannons?

i personally feel like bakugou wouldnt be looking for a relationship because of his ambition to wanna be a hero. so he kinda has that "itll come my way when its time" mentality with dating.

dont hate me but i think bakugou is the type of person to not "fall in love at first sight"

if he does find you interesting though, its because of the sole reasons of either your quirk or your personality. thats it- no other reason.

secretly probably has a thing for thick/curvy/muscular women, you cannot tell me otherwise.

once you two start talking more he'll secretly enjoy the way you yap when it comes to things you like or about something you genuinely cant stand.

i think bakugou wont be the one to make the first move unless like mina or someone tells him that you secretly have a fat crush on him as well.

on the other hand, if you were to confess to him he would try to act as nonchalant as possible but would be embarrassed, happy + his ego would definitely inflate.

once you both go public it is OVER for all the other "extras". bakugou would be showing you off left and right- "hey you see that hottie over there? guess what? shes mine- now look the other way!"

would be lowk scared that his brash personality would make you leave him for someone else, but you would always insist he was all you ever needed and thats all he needed to go back to the cocky bastard you know and love.

is a SUCKER for random compliments and physical touch. you hold his hand on the way out the class? instant butterflies. "your eyes are so pretty suki..!" fuck. he was whipped for you.

bakugou loves it when you massage his back or shoulders after a hard day of training. oh, and when you run your hands through his hair? hes on cloud nine.

loves cooking for you, but leaves the baking to you. he absolutely CANNOT bake for his life. would get too frustrated after having to do the same step multiple times because the recipe called for it and would just end up combining all the steps in one.

wont admit it but he loves when you use him as your walking heater. "bakugou im crampinggggg..." "here..." he says as he places his palm on your stomach as you sigh in content. he cant help but find it adorable when you force yourself on him if he doesnt do it himself.

last but not least... sleeping. hates being the small spoon because it makes him feel unimportant :( will sometimes stay up just to see your cheeks squished on to his chest as you sleep- dont be surprised to see photos of you like that on his phone.

slow mornings with bakugou is so sweet and soft. he would definitely press small kisses to your neck after each compliment he would say about you. only when youre asleep ofc. if you wake up and show even the slightest sign of knowing what he did, he would take a pillow and smack your face with it 100%. all with love though ofc. besides, its not like you didnt know about it for months now.

lol idek if this is good since its my first time but uhhhh lmk what yall think.