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itgetzweird08 · 2 months

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katsuki bakugo x Gn!reader

“What's up your ass?”

Mitsuki asked her son as she tailored his suit. It was the weekend, which meant he was at home. While he was there his mother insisted on fitting him for his suit, despite the dance being a month away. “Nothing hag, stay out of my damn-“ Katsuki didn’t even finish his sentence before his mom smacked him in the back of his head. “WHO YOU CALLIN HAG? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Katsuki’s palm’s sparked in anger but before he could retaliate, his father chimed in from the desk in the corner of his parents’ work room. “Katsuki, we can tell when something’s wrong. What is it, son?” His dad’s eyes were soft, and Katsuki (reluctantly) backed down. He always had a soft spot for his dad. “Nothing- I just think this dance is fucking pointless.”

Mitsuki tilted her head in confusion as she fiddled with Katsuki’s pant leg. “Why? You fuckin love dressing up, as much as you pretend not to. You are our son after all.” and that was true, being the son of two of Japan’s most popular designers did make Katsuki have a passion for fashion. While he did prefer street wear, he appreciated a good suit every once in a while.

“Cuz y/n won’t be here to be my date and I ain’t taking no one else. Plus, even if I wanted to, half the class is paired up already. Better off not even fuckin going”

it was rare to see Katsuki pout, but this was one of the rare times he would do so. He always pouted when he thought about how far away from him you were. If he thought about how much he missed you for too long, he would try to busy himself with something else. It made him pretty productive, actually. Your face popping up on his mind a bit too much? He does his homework early to distract himself. When his heart is calling for you? He heads to the gym and blasts music in his ears to drown out the wistful thinking. But he couldn’t do that right now. All he can do now is stand here and wish for your presence.

Katsuki had told his parents about you right before the war. Actually, if he had died during the battle, he made them swear that they would give you his favorite skull tshirt and a letter he wrote. Luckily though, while it was a close call, that never had to happen. But since then, you’ve talked to his parents a few times. His mom, to your surprise, was especially fond of you and would always ask Katsuki about you when they saw him. It didn’t bother him though, he would take any excuse to talk and brag about his person.

“It’s a shame y/n won’t be able to be there, but you shouldn’t throw away the whole dance because of it. Plus I’m sure it would break their heart if they found out you weren’t going because of them.” Masaru told his son softly, only earning a shrug in response. Katsuki knew his father was right, but he was still disappointed. Mitsuki stood up and ruffled Katsuki’s hair, which earned her a glare that she completely ignored. “Have fun at the dance, brat. That way, you can tell y/n all about it when it’s over.”

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After Katsuki had gone back to the dorms, Misaru and Mitsuki sat together on the couch. Misaru held his wife close, playing with her blonde, spikey hair as Drag Race played on the television. While her husband was locked into the show, Mistuki couldn’t focus. In fact, her mind was completely elsewhere. She couldn’t help the way her heart ached for her son. As often as they butt heads and argued, he was her only child and her baby. He had been through so much in the past three years, and she only wanted the best for him. She was always so supportive of his hopes and dreams, and only wanted him to be happy. He deserved it. It pissed her off that even during a time for celebration and happiness, her son would still be upset because he couldn’t bring the person he cared for most.

As the commercials rolled, Mitsaru looked down at his wife, and pressed a soft kiss to her head. “What’s wrong?” He asked her, earning a grumble in response as she looked up at him. “M’just thinkin bout Katsuki… it ain’t fair that he’s put his entire fuvking life on the line to save the damn country, hell the world even, but he can’t have this one thing. I just…” she sighed heavily, yet Misaru understood. He reflected her feelings as well. He wanted Katsuki to be happy with his friends at this party. Gears in his head began to turn, as between him and his wife, he was the problem solver. He used logic and empathy to solve issues, as Mitsuki usually charged in head first.

After a moment though, a light bulb went off in his head. “Mitsuki…have we asked if she can’t come? I mean, I’m sure Principal Nezu would understand. All Might as well, he’s fond of Katsuki and has a lot of connections. We should see if anything can be done!”

Mitsuki was silent for a bit as she thought about the suggestion, and eventually sat up and turned to Misaru. She beamed brightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I knew I married you for a reason. I can send Nezu an email and set up the meeting…but let’s keep this from the brat for now, I don’t wanna get his hopes up.”

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A/N: a little shorter but next chapter is pretty long! FYI, in the back of my mind, reader is the same reader from my endeavor’s secret daughter one shot. But that’s just me!! It’s not required to read that to enjoy this, it’s just a fun little tid bit. I’m gonna try and finish this mini series within a week because I have to move into my dorm in a couple weeks. Lmk if you want to be tagged going forward!

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queenpiranhadon · 6 months

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Hello! You commented on my post about my dream request so here it goes...

Pro Hero! Dynamite is dating Underground Pro Hero! Y/N. He doesn't know she's a hero, doesn’t even know she has a quirk. She has a "job" where she can travel a lot; a model for Mitsuki & Masura (they know, because parent instincts). Anyway, YN gets sent on a lot of missions with Pro Hero! Deku since he's one of the few who likes working with everybody. Dynamite sees how close they are and is seething, and end ups turning it into a huge fight.

(i woke up at this point but pls make it comfort if you can)

thank you in advance!!🫶🏾🫶🏾

A/N: Idk if this is what you wanted but I loved this prompt so much!! Big thanks to @zanarkandskylines for beta reading and editing this I owe you so much 😭 Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): f!reader, Katsuki and reader are dating. and they live together, reader is an underground pro hero with a pre-established quirk, mentions of blood, Katsuki thinks reader is cheating on him with Deku, angst to fluff, characters might be a little ooc, mentions of passing out, reader cries a lot, Katsuki does too, Katsuki almost kicks reader out, cursing, Katsuki calls reader princess.

Pairing: Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Underground Pro Hero! Reader

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Shit.

Pain flares up in your abdomen as you try not to think about the blood gushing out of your side, as the taste of iron lines your taste buds, making you want to vomit.

You were on a mission with your close friend and pro hero, Deku, who you consider a friend till the end after endless mission assignments together. Your quirk, Rays, allowed you to control the lighting of any setting you were in- even if it were bright outside, you could plunge anything within a 100-mile radius into complete darkness if you chose to do. Along with that, you could illuminate anything within the same distance in the middle of the night. Your eyes would change colors while your quirk was active, growing lighter and darker with the lighting around you- a feature that allowed you to be hired as a model for Jiyū, a clothing company owned by renowned clothing designers, Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. They joked that that lighting always favored you during photoshoots, capturing your eyes in such an alluring way that it was almost like you were the one who made the clothing look exceptional. They’d often drop hints that you would, in fact, be a perfect fit for their hotheaded son. You’d laugh at their insistence, waving off their jokes. They never would guess the reason behind your choice of career path, especially as a secret pro hero.

You were an underground Pro Hero by the name of Sola – specializing in espionage and stealth, a major asset to Pro Hero Deku as you balanced his brute force with elegance and mobility. You loved your job, not ever having to need to be prominent on the Hero charts and found your reward through the knowledge that you were helping others. It was silly, you thought, to sneak around with a secret identity like all the books you read, unlike the Pro Heroes you knew that basked in attention. And even though you didn’t need people fawning over you 24/7, you still had one issue with all the secrecy.

That being your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.

You loved him with your entire heart, and more, as he did you. The both of you got together a few months after the explosive blonde had graduated from UA, your relationship blowing up the tabloids with a bang as he climbed the hero rankings.

You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his heart, and yet you couldn’t tell him about your job as an underground pro hero.

This was one of the reasons why.

You hid behind a pillar in the abandoned warehouse you had caught a drug network alongside Pro Hero Deku. The both of you were tracking the pricks for months, coming home late every night with a new excuse to tell Katsuki. You knew it would burden him with worry, choosing to keep your secret hero identity just that - a secret, even from Katsuki. He couldn't worry about you when he had his own job as a Pro Hero to worry about.

Not to mention he wasn’t exactly on the best terms with the greenette you worked with constantly.

The fight ensued, you heard Deku’s grunts and the cracks of bones, no doubt his One for All in usage. You manipulated the light around him, effectively blinding your opponents while giving your partner the advantage of sight.

You were losing blood at a rapid pace, head becoming fuzzy as your body slumps to the floor, giving into the exhaustion from overuse of your quirk.

The last thing you heard before the world turned black was Deku’s triumphant call for you, reporting that all the villains were restrained.

When you woke up, you were in Izuku’s apartment, head hazy and your temples throbbed like they were being stabbed repeatedly by blunt needles.

You got up without a word, thanking Izuku for his hospitality before leaving to go home, brushing off his concerns and walking out his front door.

Anxiety gnawed at you on the taxi ride home, subconsciously fiddling with your shirt to make sure your bandages weren’t visible, and praying to whatever deity was watching over you that Katsuki wouldn’t notice.

You reached your apartment complex, taking a deep breath and settling for a somewhat content look, before inserting your keys into the lock and opening the door, basking in the familiar warmth of your shared home.

Spotting Katsuki at the kitchen stove, you creep up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, to which he stiffens, but you don’t think much of it as you tighten your arms around him.

“I’m home!” You sing, smushing your cheek against him but he says nothing.

Worry works its way through your mind, wondering why he wasn’t responding, until his gruff voice snaps you back into focus.

“Where were you.” he says, phrasing it like a statement, not a question.

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach- does he know? Did Izuku tell him?

Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escapes you. Had you been caught? “I told you, I was in the US -”

“Cut the bullshit.” he snaps, and you let go of him – you can physically feel your heart snap in two. “Where. were. you."

“I...” you trail off, the words caught in your throat, willing the tears that threatened to spill not to fall.

You both stand there, wordless, staring at his eyes, full of pain.

“You never even loved me, did you?” he says, voice cracking full of emotion, your eyes widening.

“Katsuki no- I" You try to explain, but he cuts you off, the pounding in your head returning with the new rush of emotions.

“Just stop. Please. Leave and never come back.” He spits out, tears finally dripping down his face. “Go fucking be happy with shitty Deku because obviously he’s a better fucking boyfriend than me.”

He thought you were cheating on him. Those late nights coming home, prolonged trips without explanation- god you were so stupid.

You rush towards him, mind racing as you try to explain, try to fix things. You couldn’t lose him, you couldn’t- it would destroy you in ways unimaginable.

And yet, he pushed you away forcefully, making you cry out in pain as he contacts your wound in your side.

He almost stops breathing when he sees the blood, your blood, on his hands.

You panic, and he grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your shirt up to reveal the bandage wrapped around your torso that the blood managed to seep through.

“Kats-”

“Who fucking hurt you.” he growls, low and feral- all resentment from the previous conversation melting away with the realization that you weren’t with Deku – or at least in the way he thought.

“I’m an Underground Pro Hero.” You whisper, a desperate attempt to mask your feelings as you curl into yourself. You can’t risk looking up at Katsuki and seeing his reaction.

“You what- fuck, you have a quirk?!” He looks at you, eyes wide.

You nod hesitantly, his vermilion stare meeting your own, attempting to assess what else you could be hiding from him.

“I wasn’t allowed to tell you- the Commision wouldn’t let me, I wanted to tell you so bad Katsuki, but I knew you had so much on your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you, and-” you break down, Katsuki cutting you off as he encircles you in his arms, consoling you silently, letting your distraught form melt into his embrace.

Heaving sobs turned into choking cries, which dwindled into sniffles that lead to silence. You’d drifted off, cried yourself into a sleepy daze while he carefully cradled you in the kitchen. His own guilt ate away at him- he understood your situation, the Commission was as unsympathetic to a hero’s situation as the League was to anything. But it still hurt, that stupid Deku knew about your status as a Pro Hero before he did. He shook his head, dispersing his feelings. He hated himself for his words, for assuming the worst and thinking you were capable of doing something so low. Running his fingertips over your bandages gingerly, a pang of worry struck through him. He wiped the tears off his face, and then yours, lifting your sleeping form and headed for your bedroom.

Right now, he needed to take care of you.

Changing you out of your clothes, he settles you into one of your favorite worn out shirts of his, tucking you into bed before getting ready to sleep himself.

He joins you in bed, heaving a shaky breath after everything, wrapping his arms around you, one hand placed on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, holding you against his chest like you were made of porcelain - too scared to let you go, but scared of breaking you, too.

“Goodnight, princess.”

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explosionkatsu · 2 years

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“Age doesn’t matter.” 1

Dad!Bakugou x FBabysitter!Sensei!Reader

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The day that Katsuki married her, most of his friends kept advising him it was not a good idea, she was a walking red flag, and she only loves him for his wealth since being the second-ranked hero he is and holding his own agency, money isn't a problem to him.

Until he got her pregnant. After giving birth to his son, recuperating, and finally moving on her own again, she left him without any notice, not any letter. He just got home and frantically made his way to his wailing child in his crib. Katsuki immediately picked him up and made his way to the kitchen preparing his child a bottle for his formulated milk. As soon as he felt the milk was lukewarm, he tap the nipple of the bottle on his child’s lips and saw how his son starts sucking it.

That made Katsuki leave work for a month until he was able to ask for help. With the help of Mitsuki and Masaru, they took care of their grandchild in daylight, and when Katsuki got off from work, he would pick up his child and take care of him by the night. Even though his mom insisted to take care of her grandchild full-time, Katsuki declined and said that he wanted to take care of his own blood as much as he can.

Years passed and his now 7 years old son adores him very much. He saw how his father beat up the villain and save people. It makes him want to be a hero like him. Every time Katsuki would come and pick him up from his grandparents, he would reenact the moves Katsuki did making Katsuki smirk.

“Alright brat. Stop with that and pick up your stuff. Let's head in.” Katsuki said parking his car in his garage as he opens the door for his son to get off.

“You look so cool! And you went kick! And then bam!” the kid said as he went and pick up his things from the back seat.

“I know I am. Now let's go inside.” Katsuki said locking the car door and going inside their home.

Once they both settled, Katsuki changed from his work clothing to his normal clothing and starts preparing their dinner. “Oi. Don't forget to work on your assignment!” he yelled, receiving awe in response that made him chuckle.

Katsuki watched his son drag down his school bag making his way to the living room where the center table is.

“I heard from your teacher you’re doing well,” Katsuki said as he chopped the ingredients.

“I need to be good so that I can be strong like you!” his son said making Katsuki smirk.

“You think I’m strong?” Katsuki looked at his son who was working on his homework by himself.

“Mhm!!”

Katsuki took his time watching his son count his fingers before saying aha as if finding out the answer. When Katsuki continued his chopping, little did he know his son suddenly went quiet and stopped writing. He stared blankly at his unfinished homework before speaking up.

“Dad,” he called out softly.

“What?” Katsuki replied thinking that he might need his assistance with his homework.

“Why don't I have a mom?”

His question made him halt his chopping. He knows the answer to his question and yet he was hesitating to say it. He's too young to know that his mom suddenly left them when he was still a baby.

“I saw my classmates being picked up my their mom.” His son added.

“I could pick you up after school.” Katsuki glancing at him.

“I hate being left alone at school when Grandma can't pick me up.. Sometimes, Ms. Y/n would take me out with her and eat in a cafe.”

This he didn't know. “What?”

“Sometimes grandma and grandpa can't pick me up because they have a lot of clothes to make so I'm always left alone at school with Ms. Y/n”

Why doesn’t his mom tell him this?

“How long do you usually wait for them to pick you up?” Katsuki was pissed.

“It gets dark outside. Ms. Y/n would take me to her home and would cook for me! She's a great cook, dad!”

Katsuki will make sure he’ll discuss this with his parents.

“Sometimes, Ms. Y/n is like a momma to me! She take care of me. She wipes the dirt off my knees whenever I tripped. She has a small apartment though. But it's very clean!” Katsuki stared at his son as he rambles about his teacher. “And, and, Ms. Y/n has a healing quirk! It's very cool whenever I watch her heal someone, her hands are glowing! Although if it heals, she’ll get a wound out of nowhere..”

Katsuki is now interested. He has this eagerness to meet this teacher his son is talking about. He's been too busy being a hero to the point he relies on his parents to drop his son at school. But after what he heard, this is the first time he’ll drop his son to school.

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kkanabel · 12 days

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caffeine addiction ❃ from the start ❃ chapter 15 ❃ finale

bakugou katsuki x reader / coffee shop!au + fashion?au

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T/W: nsfw, minors dni, yucky under the cut at the very end, gushing/squirting, fingering, porn with SO MUCH plot, bakugou being bakugou

You and Bakugou stood in the back of Kindeki, both of you watching as the last stitch of the final dress was finished. It was surreal to think that all the months of stress, frustration, and late nights had culminated in this. You both exchanged a glance, a small smile tugging at your lips. There was pride in Bakugou's eyes—pride for you, for himself, for the line you'd created together.

After packing up, the both of you headed to the runway show. The energy of the crowd buzzed around you as models strutted down the catwalk, the clothes flowing and sparkling under the lights, reflecting the effort and artistry you'd both poured into them. The world finally got to see what you had built together.

As the final model left the runway, the lights dimmed, and silence fell over the crowd. The announcer’s voice boomed, calling for the designers to take the stage. You glanced at Bakugou nervously, but he was already moving toward you, extending his hand. Without hesitation, you slipped your hand into his. Together, you walked onto the runway, and as the lights brightened, the applause became deafening. You bowed, fingers still tightly intertwined with his, and for a brief moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the room.

A few hours later, the congratulatory dinner was a flurry of smiles and laughter, drinks clinking together in celebration. Takumi, Mitsuki, and Masaru sat around the table, proud smiles on their faces as they admired the success of the line. You both had made it—photos of the show were plastered across tabloids and magazines, calling you two creative geniuses.

Bakugou’s mom smirked at him. "You really showed us, huh? You barely told us about this, and now you're all over the damn news!"

Bakugou only grumbled, his face flushed slightly from the praise. "Tch, whatever. It’s not that big a deal."

Takumi raised her glass. "To (Y/N) and Bakugou, the dynamic duo! You both have done something incredible here," she grinned widely, “I’m so proud of my baby niece.”

Laughter filled the table as they continued reminiscing, flipping through photos of the show, the models, and—of course—that moment on stage when you and Bakugou bowed together, hand in hand. The image had gone viral again– more speculation about your relationship. But when the two of you had toiled so much together for this line, it was only right to bow together, hands locked.

As the night wore on, the room thinned out. Your aunt was chatting with Bakugou's parents, and you were scrolling through the congratulations on social media, cheeks warm from the praise and alcohol. Bakugou, however, had barely spoken for the past hour. He nursed his drink quietly, eyes glancing over at you more frequently than usual.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

When the last of the guests finally left, Bakugou stood from the table, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Hey… walk with me.”

You blinked up at him, confused but nodding. The two of you left the restaurant together, the night air cool against your skin as you made your way down the quiet street. Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets, his face tense, like he was fighting something inside of him. He avoided eye contact.

"So, you wanna grab dinner tomorrow? Just us. You know, to celebrate," he asked, voice rough but casual.

You smiled, feeling relieved. "Sure! We totally deserve it after everything we went through, huh?"

The next day, the air felt crisp and cool, the breeze gentle as it tugged at the edges of your clothes. Autumn was beginning to make itself known—leaves were just starting to fall, swirling lazily in the wind, but the temperature hadn’t dropped too much yet. It was the kind of weather that felt refreshing, comfortable, not quite the bitter cold of winter.

Bakugou waited outside your apartment, leaning casually against the railing, his posture deceptively relaxed while holding two cups. When you stepped out, his gaze immediately met yours. He was dressed in one of the pieces from your line, a sleek black button-up. The sharp lapels echoed the pointed arches, with intricate gold and glass embroidery that twisted up the sleeves before tapering off at the top. The embroidery was your handiwork—done with precision and care—and it gleamed subtly in the dimming light of the evening. He paired it with simple black slacks that clung to his thighs and a nice watch that added to the understated elegance of his outfit.

You, too, were wearing a button-up from the same collection, though yours had silver embroidery that caught the light when you moved. You had draped it off one shoulder, giving it a casual yet fashionable edge, and paired it with a miniskirt from Masaki's last season—the show when this all started.

The entire ensemble felt cohesive, like you two were meant to match.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and steady as always. You nodded, falling into step beside him as you both began the short walk to the restaurant.

Bakugou handed you a to-go cup with a smirk on his face. The steam from the drink curled in the cool autumn air, bringing with it a warm, familiar scent. You raised an eyebrow as you took it from him, glancing up at him in mild surprise.

“A pumpkin spice latte?” you asked, an incredulous lilt in your voice.

“My pumpkin spice latte,” he corrected, his smirk deepening. “None of that basic stuff. Taste it first.”

You brought the cup to your lips, the warmth immediately spreading through your hands as the rich, spiced aroma hit you. The first sip was smooth and velvety, the creaminess of the milk blending perfectly with the pumpkin flavor, but there was something more. A hint of cinnamon, nutmeg, and the faintest touch of cardamom—subtle but distinctive, the kind of flavor that lingered pleasantly on your tongue. The espresso gave it a slight bitterness that balanced the sweetness just right.

“Wow,” you murmured, taking another sip. “This is… really good. You actually like pumpkin spice?”

Bakugou shrugged, walking beside you with his own cup in hand. “It’s not bad when you don’t overload it with syrup.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Figures you’d have a strong opinion on pumpkin spice.”

He glanced over at you, his eyes flickering to your outfit before he spoke again. “You look good tonight, by the way.”

The compliment caught you off guard. He wasn’t one to toss out words like that casually. You glanced down at your clothes, feeling a little self-conscious but also oddly pleased. The button-up from your fashion line hung off your shoulder in just the right way, and the miniskirt from Masaki’s collection felt like a bold choice, but you liked it.

“Thanks,” you said, looking back at him with a smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, you know. That embroidery on your shirt really suits you.”

Bakugou gave a low chuckle, his gaze sliding back to the road ahead. “Yeah? Maybe it’s just ‘cause you made it.”

“Duh,” pride nipped at your face but you still felt a warm flush rise in your cheeks. You quickly sipped from your cup to hide it.

As you walked, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm, sipping your drinks between bouts of light banter. The breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant street food stalls, mingling with the comforting spice of your lattes. You couldn’t help but glance at Bakugou again, noticing the way the embroidered details of his shirt caught the fading sunlight, the golden thread glinting just slightly. He wore the sharp lines and subtle elegance of the piece like it was made for him—and it was.

“This embroidery took forever, you know,” you teased, brushing your fingers against his sleeve.

“I know,” he replied, his voice softer, more thoughtful. “I saw you working on it.”

That simple acknowledgment sent a flutter through your chest. You smiled, taking another sip of the latte and savoring the warmth, both from the drink and from Bakugou’s quiet praise.

The rest of the walk was filled with comfortable conversation, the air between you light despite the growing tension neither of you had fully acknowledged yet. You couldn’t deny it—the night already felt different, special in a way you hadn’t quite expected.

The upscale place Bakugou had reserved was one that usually had a waiting list a mile long. But when he’d called a week ago and mentioned his name, they had been more than happy to move things around. The reservation was set, and tonight was the night. The anticipation lingered in the air as you walked down the quiet streets, the soft rustling of leaves underfoot.

As you strolled, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to all the things Bakugou had done for you over the past months. The big gestures—like staying up with you during those long nights, or how he’d taken over the sewing when you were overwhelmed—and the little ones, too, like how he’d bring you coffee just the way you liked it or let you wear his sweaters and hoodies when you were cold without a second thought. You smiled softly to yourself, feeling a sense of warmth bloom in your chest.

The restaurant was impressive, with sleek interiors and a warm, ambient glow that set the tone for an intimate evening. You and Bakugou were seated quickly, the waitstaff clearly eager to please. As you settled into your seat, you admired how comfortable Bakugou looked in such a fancy setting. His handsome features stood out under the soft lighting, his jawline sharp when he turned to speak with the waiter, his voice carrying that confidence he always seemed to exude.

The restaurant was everything Bakugou had promised—upscale but (mostly) not pretentious, with an intimate ambiance. You’d been talking about the runway show and the mountain of attention that followed, but the conversation shifted when you started musing aloud about your career.

“I just can’t help but feel like I didn’t do this on my own,” you said, swirling your drink absentmindedly. “I mean, if it weren’t for my aunt, I wouldn’t have even had a platform to launch from. It feels like... I’m just riding on her coattails.”

Bakugou's eyes narrowed, but not in annoyance—more like he was carefully considering what to say. He set his drink down, leaning in a little as his voice took on that low, gruff tone you were used to hearing when he wanted you to really listen.

“So what if Takumi gave you a start?” he said, holding your gaze. “Everyone in this business gets a leg up from someone. Hell, I wouldn’t be where I am without my parents. The fact that you didn’t build the whole thing from scratch doesn’t take away from what you’re doing now.”

You looked at him, feeling the familiar tension in your chest—the weight of the expectations you’d placed on yourself. “But it still feels like I’m not doing enough. Like... I have to prove that I can do it alone.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re already doing it. Yeah, Takumi gave you a road to start on, but you’re the one driving. And look at where you are now—hell, look at the stuff you’ve created. You’re not just following someone else’s path. You’re paving your own.”

You blinked at him, letting his words sink in. It wasn’t something you hadn’t thought about before, but hearing it from Bakugou—someone who’d grown up with fashion icons for parents—made it feel different. More real.

“Think about it,” he continued, voice steady. “There are a ton of people who just ride the wave of whatever their parents or mentors built for them. They don’t push it any further—they just stay comfortable, do what’s expected. But you and me?” He paused, red eyes intense as they met yours. “We’re different. You’ve taken what Takumi gave you and pushed it further. You’re creating things she wouldn’t even think of. That’s you, not her.”

You looked down at the table, fiddling with the edge of your napkin, his words slowly settling in. He wasn’t wrong. You had pushed yourself, and your designs were nothing like what your aunt had done. But it was hard to shake the feeling that you weren’t standing on your own feet yet.

“And as for needing help?” Bakugou added, his tone softening just slightly. “Everyone needs help sometimes. You don’t have to do everything alone to prove something. If anything, learning how to use the resources you’ve got—that’s smart. That’s what makes the difference between people who fizzle out and people who go somewhere.”

You glanced back up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You really think I can pave my own way?”

He snorted. “I don’t think. I know. You’re already doing it.”

The confidence in his voice, the way he looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world—it made something in you settle. Maybe you didn’t have to fight so hard to prove you could stand alone. Maybe it was okay to accept the help that came your way, as long as you kept pushing forward.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you murmured, feeling a warmth settle into your chest that had nothing to do with the restaurant's ambient lighting.

He shrugged like it was nothing, but the way his eyes lingered on yours for just a second longer told you it wasn’t. You watched him for a moment, mesmerized by how effortlessly he carried himself, and your thoughts wandered again.

How lucky would I be to have someone like him as my future husband?

Your gaze lingered on his profile, admiring the sharp lines of his face, the intensity in his eyes even when he wasn’t looking at you. The way he treated you, with quiet care and unwavering support, made your heart swell. It was hard not to think about the future when you had someone like Bakugou in your life.

The thought slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I can only hope that my future boyfriend treats me the way you do,” you said with a soft smile, eyes flickering up to meet his.

For a second, the air seemed to still. Bakugou’s eyes widened, just barely, and his posture stiffened. He didn’t respond right away, and when he did, it was with a tight-lipped nod. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice more rough than usual.

Bakugou froze. His grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles turning white. You didn’t notice. But Bakugou’s thoughts were running wild.

Future boyfriend?

He thought this was a date. He thought…

He had finally made a move. But here you were, treating it like just another dinner between coworkers. The words hit him hard, and for the rest of the night, he barely spoke. He couldn’t. His heart was pounding, frustration building with every second that passed.

You noticed the shift in his demeanor—how he seemed quieter all of a sudden, his responses shorter, more clipped than before. But you didn’t think too much of it, continuing the conversation, unaware of the storm brewing inside of him. Every time you smiled at him, every casual comment you made, Bakugou felt the weight of your words crushing him.

Future boyfriend.

The thought gnawed at him, each passing minute pulling him deeper into his frustration. The idea of some other dude going out to dinner with you like this—the idea of you smiling up at the mystery man made his chest burn.

You didn’t even see this as a date. To you, it was just another celebratory dinner. You thought it was casual, something friends or coworkers would do after a job well done. But to Bakugou, this was supposed to be something more.

Dinner passed, and soon you were walking home, the cool breeze nipping at your skin as you strolled beside him. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt heavy with unspoken thoughts. You were rambling about your roommate, who had just returned from a trip, unaware of the tension rising beside you.

When you were a few blocks from your apartment, Bakugou suddenly stopped walking, standing still on the sidewalk. You paused, turning to face him.

“What’s up?” you asked, concerned by the serious look on his face.

He stared at you for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight. His heart pounded in his chest, the words on the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t hold them in anymore—he finally snapped.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?”

The words hung in the air between you, raw and unfiltered. Bakugou didn’t look away this time—his gaze was locked on yours, his face pained, vulnerable in a way you had never seen before.

“I’ve been in love with you from the fucking start.”

Your breath caught in your throat. His voice was strained, the weight of everything he had been bottling up spilling out in those few sentences. Trying to process what he had just said, you stared at him, the weight of his confession hitting you like a ton of bricks. His face was twisted in agony, his usual bravado gone. He turned his face away from you, unable to keep watching the dumbfounded look on your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move—until you did.

Your hands started moving on their own. His eyes were wide as you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, turned his head to you, and pulled him down into a kiss before you even realized. It was desperate and rough, filled with all the emotions neither of you had realized were simmering beneath the surface. When you pulled away, you were both breathless, your lips tingling from the force of it.

He watched your eyelashes flutter in the dim lighting of the streetlights, hair blowing slightly in the breeze.

Bakugou’s voice was low, gravelly, as he leaned in closer. “We’re going to my place. I’m calling a fucking taxi.”

He could barely keep his hands off you as he fumbled for his phone, the weight of everything that had been unsaid finally crashing down around you both. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you peppered kisses down his throat, hearing him take in a sharp breath before taking the call. You couldn’t even register what you were doing—his scent made you dizzy and your heart flutter. The taxi ride to Bakugou's studio apartment was a blur of anticipation and unspoken tension.

The moment the car door slammed shut behind you, his hands found yours, interlocking firmly. His grip was a silent declaration of intent, and your body responded with a thrill of excitement that shot straight to your core. In the elevator, his lips and hands traveled up and down your body.

You didn't bother with the lights. The moon's glow from the large windows cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the stark contrast of his broad, muscular form against the black bed sheets. His crimson eyes never left yours as he approached, a hunger in them that was unmistakable.

With a gentle urgency, you both began to peel away the layers of fabric that separated your skin and his. Your hands trembled as they glided over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the material. His arms, as solid as the steel beams that supported the city's skyscrapers, wrapped around you, lifting you off the floor. He laid you down on the bed, his body hovering above, a wall of heat and want. His scent of burnt sugar and coffee enveloped you as you laid atop his bed, the air thick with desire.

He whispered against your skin, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," his breath hot and sweet as he placed soft, wet kisses along your neckline. His hands found the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it, the fabric giving way to reveal the soft swell of your breasts. His eyes grew darker, his gaze lingering, as if memorizing every inch of you.

You felt his weight shift as he moved down to kiss your neck down to the top of your chest, his tongue swirling around your now-exposed skin. His mouth was a promise of what was to come, leaving a trail of fire down to your cleavage. You couldn't help but whimper as you arched into him, craving more of his touch, his taste.

With a playful smirk, his eyes zeroed in on your peaked nipples. He took one in his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, flicking and teasing until it was a tight bud. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue rubbing circles onto you sending a shiver down your spine. His hand traveled down to the hem of your skirt, inching it up your thighs, the fabric brushing against your sensitive skin.

You felt your breath hitch as his teeth grazed over your tender flesh, the pleasure sharp and shooting right to your core. He suckled hard on the side of your breast, leaving a dark mark behind. You could feel your heart racing, your body begging for more.

He moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him. His teeth grazed the skin, not breaking the surface, but the promise was there—a promise that made you quiver. His other hand slipped over the wet fabric of your panties as he muttered something about “Makin’ you mine…”

“Wait wha-” Before you could manage out any words, he cut you off– you gripped the bed sheets, your knuckles turning white, as he began to rub circles around your clit, the pressure building with every stroke. He somehow knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you squirm and beg. His mouth moved away from your breasts, leaving them sensitive and wanting to find yours again. His kiss was demanding, his tongue dancing with yours as his hand worked its magic between your legs.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans and the rustling of fabric as he removed your skirt completely, leaving you in just your black lace panties. He kissed down your body, his teeth scraping against the lace, his tongue darting out to taste the skin beneath. His breath was hot and erratic, matching the rhythm of your own.

His devilish smirk reappeared. “This lace looks familiar,” he ribbed, running a stripe of his tongue over your clothed lips.

Heat rose up your neck, causing you to overheat more than you already were. “T-There was an extra strip of fabric, and I-”

Bakugou scoffed, entertained. “It looks nice,” he says, taking a moment to admire the lace clinging to your body. “It’d be a shame to take them off.”

And then, finally, he slid your panties to the side and took your clit into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, your body bowing off the bed as pleasure shot through you like a lightning bolt. You moaned, your hips bucking up to meet his face, his hands firmly holding your hips in place. Your hands shot straight to the nape of his neck, tugging at his hair for any sort of purchase.

You were lost in a haze of sensation, his touch everywhere, his mouth on you, his hands in your hair, his breath in your ear, whispering dirty, sweet nothings that made you wetter, made you need him more. The world outside had ceased to exist. There was only you, and there was only him.

As he played with your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, you felt the beginnings of an orgasm coil tightly in your belly. You could feel your muscles tense, the pressure building until it was all you could think about. And when he inserted two fingers into you, you instantly came apart in his arms, your body shaking with the force of it.

Bakugou pulled away, smiling up at you, a smug look on his face that made your heart flutter and your face heat up. “Already? I’ve barely even started,” he smirked at you. With his fingers still inside of you, he moved up to kiss you again, the taste of your own arousal mixing with the taste of him.

His fingers thrusted in and out of your wetness for a moment until he curled his fingers up, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. To your chagrin, a loud squeal came out of you when he did this. Noticing your reaction, his shit-eating grin only got wider and wider before he started abusing that spot pressing up at it over and over again, making you scream.

He watched your face, the way your cheeks heated up and your mouth hanging open in pleasure, and he smirked. "So wet for me," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in your ear. "You're going to drench my hand." And just as he said it, your body responded, gushing around his fingers, making him chuckle in triumph.

Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. "You're so fucking hot when you come," he said, his voice thick with lust. He held up his glistening digits, and you couldn't help but whine at the sight of your arousal coating them. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "So delicious," he added with a wink, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire.

The smug look on his face only served to make you want him more. You reached out, grabbing fistfuls of his shoulders, and pulled him back down to you. "Please," you breathed, your voice shaky with need. "Just put it in..."

Bakugou's smirk grew wolfish as he obeyed, pumping at his girthy length while his fingers retreated from your warmth only to be replaced by something much larger. You gasped as he pushed into you, inch by inch, filling you up until you thought you couldn't take anymore. His cock was thick and hard, stretching you in the most delicious way possible. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, before starting to move.

With every thrust, the pressure built again, the movement of his cock against your sensitive walls sending sparks through your body. You could feel your orgasm building, a storm on the horizon, growing stronger with every beat of your racing heart. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your nails digging into his back.

He groaned, the sound low and animalistic, and picked up the pace. His hips pistoned into you, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. His teeth found your neck, biting down just hard enough to make you cry out. The pain mixed with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that had you spiraling out of control as the tip of his cock rubbed at all of the right places. You could feel the storm inside you approaching, the thunder of your pulse in your ears, the lightning of sensation in your veins.

“Harder,” you begged with a strained voice.

“You’re going to regret asking for that,” Bakugou managed, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. He pounded into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every drive, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids. His fingers dug into the curve of your ass as an anchor as he thrust himself into you. Your nails scraped down his back, leaving red lines in their wake, but he only growled, the slight pain fueling his need for more. Your breasts bounced with every impact, your nipples pebbled and sensitive, begging for his mouth again.

The bed frame creaked in protest under the onslaught of your passion, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. You were lost in the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of him—everything about him consumed you. Your orgasm was close, so close, you could almost touch it.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped, your voice tight with need.

“Cum for me, Princess,” he said, his voice strained. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. His thumb found your clit again, and he circled it roughly, driving you closer to the edge.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he picked up the pace even more, driving into you with a ferocity that had you clawing at the sheets. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came apart for him one last time.

Bakugou’s movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged, as he felt his own climax approaching. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down hard as he came deep inside of you, his warmth filling you up with his tip pressed against your cervix, making you shiver. He groaned out your name, the sound guttural and raw.

You lay there, panting and trembling, as he pulled out, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He collapsed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his embrace.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of your heavy breathing and the distant murmur of the city outside. Then, with a sigh, Bakugou leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice still rough from passion.

You looked up at him, your eyes glazed with satisfaction, and nodded. You didn’t need to say it back—you both knew it was true. Your bodies were entwined, your hearts racing in sync. This was it. The moment you had both been waiting for, the moment everything changed.

He rolled over, placing you on top of him, and you straddled him, feeling his cock, now softening, pressing against your thigh. You leaned down to kiss him again, your lips swollen from the passionate affair. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as if he never wanted to let you go.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he murmured against your mouth. His eyes searched yours, looking for confirmation, for reassurance that this was real. You smiled, a soft, genuine smile, and kissed him again, deeper, slower, savoring the taste of him.

As your kisses grew more gentle, your bodies began to relax, the tension of the day, the tension of the months of unspoken love, finally dissipating. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, letting the warmth of his body seep into yours.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” you whispered, feeling a little guilty that it took you this long to realize his feelings.

Bakugou’s hand stroked your hair, his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. “I’d wait forever for you,” he said, his voice earnest. “You’re worth it, every fucking second of it.”

The two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passion, the moon casting its glow over your intertwined forms. This was the start of something new, something completely unexplored, and you were ready to face it together.

a/n: IT'S THE END!!! OHHHH MY LAWD it's been such a wild ride. thank you so much for reading & an extra special thank you to the reposts and comments-- they mean so much more to me than y'all know. i hope you enjoyed the series!

as always, stay safe & hydrated, and stay tuned for more bakugou~

also, let me know if y'all want some sort of epilogue-- and if so, what do you want to be in it? just their daily lives? their WEDDING? let me know in the comments :>

(oh yeah. as usual, not beta-read. lmk if there are any typos/inconsistencies. thanks!)

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rengokuswif3 · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo x Pacifist! Reader

You joined the hero course because you just wanted peace in the world! You hated fighting with anyone, but would if they were hurting others. Your reason for wanting to become a hero was selfless and honorable…unlike your boyfriends reason-

“I WANNA BE THE BEST! IM GONNA KICK THOSE VILLAINS ASSES SO HARD THEY WONT EVER FORGET MY FACE! WHERE ARE THEY?! I WANT TO KILL SOME GUYS!”

“Katsuki! What kind of reasoning is that?!”

“THE KIND THATS MY REASONING-“

The two of you tend to be polar opposites, which confuses your classmates at times. When he goes to smack Sero and Denji for playing a prank on him, you quickly grab his wrist and calmly tell him to “use your words, not your fists”, and when he actually listens to you, YOU KNOW SERO AND DENKI IMMEDIATELY CALL HIM A SIMP

You’d be good friends with the Dekusquad, much to Bakugo’s dismay. So whenever Katsuki starts a fight with Deku or Iida, you have to break it up and drag him away. But you and Tsuyu are good friends, your reasonings and morals are very pure and genuine

God, Aizawa would have a headache dealing with you. During training and sparring against another student, you’re all “Why must I hurt them when they’ve done nothing wrong?”

“It’s training, L/N. To get better.”

“But I don’t want to hurt them! Violence is not always the best teaching method in this case, Mr. Aizawa.”

“Y/N ITS JUST DUNCE FACE, KICK HIS ASS!”

“Bakugo, be quiet. L/N, do you want to remain in this class or not?”

Everyone may question why you would date someone so violent, but the two of you just work. In private, he’s very gentle and sweet to you, even if it’s passive aggressive. He doesn’t want to seem so sappy, okay?

And you bring a sense of calm to him, and he encourages you to get your hands dirty when needed. When you don’t want to hurt someone, he assures you it’s for the greater good and you’re doing the right thing. When he tries to start fights with others, you reel him in and tell him to think before he acts so quickly next time

HIS DAD WOULD ADORE YOU. While Katsuki is fighting with Mitsuki, you’re drinking tea with Masaru and having a nice conversation. Then when it’s time to break the two of them up, you go to Katsuki while he goes to Mitsuki

He reserves his softness and sweetness for you and only you. He’s still his brash and loud self around his friends, but when he’s with you he relaxes and for once doesn’t feel the need to punch something

Kaminari and Sero definitely still mess with him and make memes of pictures of the two of you with Katsuki being nice and even smiling at you, but he doesn’t attack them immediately when you’re there; he saves that for later-

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader

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lovra974 · 2 years

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Another Barbarian Bakugo... [part 1?]

Not exactly a reverse because Bakugo is a Barbarian too. Barbarian Bakugo x Dragonrider reader. Dragonshifter Kirishima. Enjoy !

The Bakugo clan is a powerful one. It rules over most clans and tribes in the East. They are known for their firmness. The queen and king, Mitsuki and Masaru are respected and feared by others tribes. Their army is the biggest in the East. Mitsuki wrath is something bard wrote about and sang to keep other from bothering.

They strived thanks to the numerous pillages the Prince Katsuki Bakugo do. He's knowed to be one of the best warrior on the continent. His friends group was a scary bunch of warriors. They were vicious, skilled in their discipline, they respected their leader and in exchange he didn't hesitate to put his life in their hands.

The Bakugo clan worked with a strict moral code and hierarchy. You respect the veterans, you don't kill the children, what's not yours can be taken, if taken then it's yours.

However, the clan feared their golden age came to an end. In the North, the King Enji Todoroki was restless. He linked his bloodline to witches captured in the West, giving his people godslike abilities.

The battles were nightmarish. Katsuki lost half of his soldiers and almost die twice. The war was expensive in golds and people.

The Queen Mitsuki have to find a solution. Bowing to Enji was out of the equation. She rather kill all her family than submit to this arrogant ostrich.

She glared at the map where the Phoenix of the Todoroki family stood proudly in the North. It was slowly nibbling at the East territory.

Her advisors were throwing hypothesis on how to force the North King to commit an error. All ideas were shut by the Prince Bakugo while he was getting healed by a servant.

"The ostrich is too fucking smart to confront us directly! They have boats! He's gonna circle us by the sea and trapped us like idiotic bunnies!"

"We don't have boat, no tribe as ever rode the sea in our history." lamented an advisor.

"Then I'll be the first!" Snarled Bakugo.

"Don't say things like that, it makes you look even stupider." Glared his mother.

While the Prince kept shouting he could defeat Enji, the Queen looked at the river Jaham. It begun in their territory and descended straight South. She blinked.

"I need someone to take a message to the L/N Realm."

"Your friendship with them was a long time ago my Queen, they may not respond to your call..."

"They will. For I have a proposition they can't say no."

The L/N Realm, what a mysterious country. The South was a dense tropical forest. The high mountains made the traveling hard. The forest was dangerous even for the one who know their way. The rains were heavy and brutal, storms shook the ground like drums.

Some says this land was mystic. Witches whispered that rocks and earth had their own voice. Some says nobody lived there or that the land was a graveyard for past civilisations. The wise just smiled, conscious of the secret kept by the land and the people.

Mitsuki waited. She waited a response to her message with apprehension. Nobody but her husband knew what deal she made with the Southerns. The Prince didn't care, he was busy repelling the attacks from the North.

And one morning, a watcher run to the Queen telling that a group was riding from the South toward them.

Arrived to the Bakugo's Capital five people on horses' back. One of them was you, Y/N L/N futur sovereign of the L/N Realm. In front of the throne, you bowed respectfully.

"Royals Bakugo, I came from the Mishae plains, far in the South. The Royals of my country received your missive, we are here to help your people to fight the King of the North. We remember our common past and we will fight with you until there is no more ash for the Phoenix to come back."

Mitsuki smiled, pleased. She glanced at Masaru, expressing just a second all the relief she felt.

Katsuki, on her left, eyed the men around L/N. Tan skin, battle scars, tribal tattoos that make him remember old tales he heard when he was young. But one of them was different from the others.

He was tall like a coloss, all in muscles, red hair and pointy teeth. He standed behind you, eyes far away, like he was perceiving things from somewhere else.

"We are honored for your arrival, Heir L/N. Can I know how much warriors are we waiting?"

"You won't be needing more than us five, your Hightness."

Everybody was waiting for the fall of the pun but only silence was met. Mitsuki's eyelid jump, tensing her youthful face.

"How that? "

"My people possessed forces that can easily compete with Todoroki's magic."

"What forces?"

You didn't respond straight away.

"You'll need to wait the next battle to watch."

"Is it magic?"

Murmurs broke in the room. Panic whispers or disdain shoots.

You grimaced. A growled was emitted from somewhere shutting everybody in the room.

Before anybody could ask about the animal sound you responded. "We don't really like this word, for us magic is a force extorior that a human called. What I talk about is something from the inside of us. But I guess you can call it some form of magic."

The Queen tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne, her face was stern.

"I don't really trust... magic, whatever form yours take. If your part of the deal is not kept I won't kept mine."

Your gaze slowly turned to the Prince. Your eyes roamed on his form making him tense.

"Of course" you said turning back to the Queen.

"You are guests to my court." She declared with a strong voice. "Your quarters will be ready for you and your men."

A week passed until Todoroki's naval force strike. Until then, you took your time to visit the capital. It was surreal how much goods this country had.

Your land was less prosperous, difficult to grow vegetables in the mountains with the capricious weather. But you knew riches are not only counted in golds. Your people where better artisans, they had to when they built the same house for the nth time.

Through your inspection you were more and more sure you took the right decision.

"What's that?" asked Kirishima.

"Orange, you wanna try it?"

You paid the fruit and gave it to your best friend. His sharp teeth pierced the fruit and let the juice pour on his shin. He growled of content from the taste like a child, making you laugh.

"Why is the food so good here? I promise Y/N, I'm not sure I will want to leave after."

"If everything goes to plan, we won't be gone for long. And you will be able to fill your big belly until it explodes."

He offered you a grin, all fangs out. You kept walking along the street.

"For how much time do we need pretend we don't know he is following us?" Asked Kirishima again.

It was Katsuki Bakugo who was following you. You had said that five men could defeat Enji while so much of his men perished. It was insulting, he was furious about it. When he demended explanations from his parents he was shooed out. WHO THE LIVING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE??? Fooling him like that. You couldn't be better than him.

For your week there he observed you. You were either strolling the city or eating your heart out. The coloss, he learned was named Kirishima Eijiro, always followed you. You didn't look that strong. He sure could defeat you.

That's what he intended one afternoon, while you were in the gardens, he challenged you.

You gazed at him again, roaming your eyes on every crook of his body. He didn't know if you were admiring him or looking for his weak spots, were he was already injured.

You smiled, pleased apparently by his demand. "You are exactly like they told me, I accept your challenge."

He threw you a sword and begin to attack. The match went on for an hour. It ended with him on the ground, both swords on his throat. He blinked, world shattered before his eyes.

He rejected your hand when you gave him yours to stand. He stomped to the castle, wounded in his ego.

It was the first time you destroyed his world and how he thought it worked.

The second time was when Enji attacks. Mitsuki called you on the sea borders, thirty ships gliding toward the capital.

"I'll take care of it." you said, firmely.

You walked to the beach below, Kirishima following you. You watched the man you saw as your brother sinking in the sea.

Everybody waited with shaking heart, for you to do something. You did not.

It was the red head, who disappeared and left for a gigantic red scaled dragon. You climb on his back and flew towards the boats. You and the dragon burned down the fleet in a few minutes. Blood, flames and corpses decorated the sea. Screams slowly died.

You landed and Kirishima reappeared. Bakugo was shaking. His body sweating profusely. You stopped in front to them and decided to destroy his world again, for the third time.

"I guess our deal still stand, your Highness."

"It does Heir L/N. We will begin the wedding preparations, as promised."

"What? A wedding?" repeated Katsuki. "Why are we preparing a wedding?"

To this, you smiled darkly.

"Our wedding, dear bethroted."

You grounded your eyes in his, paralyzing his body. Him? Getting fucking married? To you?

"I'll be back in a month. And when I do, I'll put the Phoenix's crown on your head."

Kirishima laughed in the back. Katsuki felt too much. He felt trapped. He felt scarred. He felt stupid. You were covered in ashes, smiling knowing he couldn't say no.

At the beginning, he thought you were a opportunist liar. But you were very thoughtful, you calculated everything in that little head of yours, you had plans. And you were not a liar, because you were fucking determined to put this damn crown on his head like you promised.

He felt something else, burning down, but he rather drown himself than acknowledge it.

Part 2?

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou angst #katsuki bakugo x reader #barbarian bakugo x reader #barbarian bakugou

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haikyuuwaifu · 1 year

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I’m gonna be doing a multi chapter written piece soon. It’s going to be an aizawa x female reader piece. Y/n is going to have a cat like quirk complete with the ears and the tail.

A few key points:

Endeavor is a good guy and a good dad

Unfortunately Masaru has to die in Katsuki’s early life for the sake of the plot

Enji and Mitsuki are together which makes Bakugo a semi sibling of the todorokis.

The league consists of the good guys, afo is a piece of shit though.

Y/n will be the new #1 and aizawa will be like, ridiculously tall because it plays better with my idea

Thanks for sticking around and I hope you guys look forward to it❤️

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1kiarika · 5 months

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Bakugou x Fem!Reader ( kids)

Thank you guys for picking this story ( my first story :) ) I hope you enjoy Pookies, and here is some info

// warning: they're with be cussing// \(^ w^)/

n/n: Nickname ( for you, or everyone in the family)

l/n: last name

m/n: mother's name

y/n: your name

f/n: father's name

b/n: brother's name ( he the oldest)

h/c: hair color, e/c: eye color, s/c: skin color, f/c: favorite color, h/l: hair length

b/d: birthday

f/g: favorite game

c/f: country from

a sunny afternoon, this hothead boy was sitting and playing in his sandbox until he heard. Um, he heard moving trucks? and after the moving trucks stopped right across from the Bakugou's house, then a black car came and stopped right in front of the new house they were going to leave their

Katsuki's pov

I was sitting in my sandbox that my old hag just bought me until I got distracted from building my mega amazing only-in-its-kind castle. I lifted my head to see that they're were some extras going to live right across from us.

' just what we needed, more people '

I say rolling my eyes and going back to my amazing castle. then a few minutes later I heard my old hag walking up to them, but I couldn't care less so I continued with building.

Mitsuki's pov

I was in the kitchen cleaning some dishes and watching Katsuki, when I heard moving trucks, I stopped what I was doing and looked a bit more out the window, and saw my old childhood friend

' this can't be true I say in my head and jumping up and down clapping my hands

'when she sent me that text message I thought she was joking around' I start opening the door and walking to see my good old bestie

" YO M/N, WELCOME BACK BITCH" I go and hug her

" ah Mitsu I missed you so much" M/n hugs me back, feeling the warm that I missed

" so how is F/n, has he been treating you well," I say raising an eyebrow

" ah Mitsu, you know him. he was being a good husband" She looks at me " How are you and Masaru doing, any children yet?" she says wiggling her eyebrows at me

" Oh me and Masaru been doing fine, still in our old same jobs but still making pretty good fucking money" I look back and Katsuki still playing in his sandbox, then I look back at M/n "Well we have our own little brat over there," I say pointing at Katsuki yawning

I hear M/n gasp " Oh let me see him, how old is he, when was he born, does he always play alone, does he have your personality, did he get his quirk yet, what is his name?" she started asking me questions

" Okay, okay calm down," I say giggling "Well he is 5 years old, and his birthday is on April 20th, his name is Katsuki Bakugou, and he has my fucking personality and attitude" I sigh "Well, he doesn't always play alone just today, and yes he did get his quirk, and it is an explosion"

M/n got excited and started walking up to him and I followed behind

Katsuki's pov

I was still working my butt out when I saw this lady walking up to me

"hey there Katsuki, what are you building there?" the lady said

' how does she know my name?' then I saw the old hag smiling so I thought it might be her friend she had been talking about all month

" well I am building the most mega amazing, one-in-it's kind Castle in the world," I say proudly staying up

" well my name is M/n L/n and I am your mother's childhood friend" she smiled at me

" so you are my old hag's childhood friend she's been non-stop talking about"

" hey brat watch it," the old hag said to me but I just rolled my eyes

M/n pov

when I saw Katsuki it just reminded me of Mitsu, they looked so alike maybe Katsuki's hair was a bit darker but still alike on the inside and outside. and I smile

Mitsuki's pov

then it hit me

" oh yeah how is b/n, is he like 7 or 8 years old now or some shit?"

I hear M/n giggling " Well he is 8 years old right now, and I have another child too"

my eyes widened when I heard that and I got excited "Okay tell me everything"

M/n sighs" Well her name is Y/n L/n, her birthday is b/d, she's 4 years old, she has the mix of her father's personality and mine, and has the eyes of her father but the rest is mine. and she still didn't get her quirk"

"Well, where is she?" I ask curious to see another little M/n

" well I think she just woke up from her nap, " M/n said smiling and walking to go get her and coming back with the cutest girl I had ever seen.

Y/n's Pov

I was having a sweet nap until my mom picked me up and I started to rub my eyes to add just to the light outside, then she put me down, and I held to her leg for balance

Katsuki's Pov

I heard footsteps again and I looked up to see this girl, holding onto M/n leg. She had bright e/c, and her hair was h/l and the most beautiful shade of h/c I had ever seen, the light from the sun made her s/c look bright. her dress was a shade of f/c and had a white shirt inside, and she was wearing this golden necklace around her neck and had golden earrings and bracelet. her hair was tied up into a half ponytail with a bow at the end that matched the color of her dress. She was so- wait what am I saying. I felt my heart racing and my cheeks turning red, ' what is this feeling. maybe it's just because outside is hot' I told myself that

" um, hi my name is Y/n L/n," she said to me and I looked up at her. her voice sounded like an angel, and I felt my heart melting

" I-I um" ' huh?! why am I speaking like this? gosh this is embarrassing' I say in my head- wait why is it embarrassing, I shake my head and I grin and look at her

" the name is Katsuki Bakugou," I say, all proud " What do you want extra"

I see L/n sitting next to me and my heart starts to race again " ugh stupid heart, why are you acting like this damn it' I say to myself not knowing what else to do

what will Bakugou do the first time meeting the lovely Y/n, Huh?

well that's all for today. Okay guys I might do a second part so, bye my children, see you next time

Love, Kiarika Suzuki

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #romantic

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mysteriesmuse · 1 year

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Houseboat Holiday!🌊⛴️☀️!

Sardines or Couch? 🐟🐠🛏️

The evening drew to and end quickly. With a lot of yelling, banter, whispered teasing between you and the greenette’s, another round of chocolate and the celebratory cast off. Now Masaru manned the ships wheel as the rest of you tried to organize your stuff. Naturally Mitsuki was taking charge, “ok well, Inko, Masaru, and I have already claimed two of the cabins. Since we’re short on L/Ns -“ she smirked as she gave you the side eye, “- we actually have a lot more room than normal.” “So?” The three of you countered. Inko finished her friend thought, “nobody has to -“

and the boys finished for her giving a wicked loud high-five, “No Couch!” “told ya’ they’d take it just fine,” you beamed. To be honest they’d already explained that they didn’t think the boys would even fit on that giant couch anymore. Sleeping arrangements in the houseboat were always tricky where there were 4 cabins, 3 families, and 9 people. Thus, the parents all had their own rooms. Then, that left the coveted 4th room for kids or the L-shaped houseboat couch. Now the couch usually went on rotations every other summer. The back of an old grocery receipt in the kitchen drawer kept record. It always flipped between you and your brother (the obvious arrangement), you and Izuku (the calmest arrangement) your brother and Katsuki (the corresponding option to everyone’s favorite option), and the most frequent option: Izuku and Katsuki. So their current enthusiasm was understandable, “Enjoy it while it lasts. I don’t know what we’re gonna do next year when the other L/Ns arrive with their cute little family.” In front of you Izuku gasped, scraping the sides of the hallway with his luggage, “That’s right! Shota-Kun and Mei have a little baby baby now.” In front of him Katsuki ducked into their shared room, “with a newly manifested quirk.” “oh yeah, what is it again y/n?” Izuku asked following Katsuki. You filed into the room across from them, door wide open as a chorus of zippers started unpacking, “well, it sounds like it may be some form of x-ray like my dad.” You clicked your tongue, chucking your bathing suits into a drawer. “Although we’re not really sure yet. That’s why they’re all together right now, to figure it out.” Izuku hummed from the other room, “I think it’ll be super cool to see if it’s the same quirk.” “Totally! Although Mei’s animal communication quirk with my brothers lasers makes it anyone’s best guess.” “They’ll figure out the squirts quirk eventually,” Katsuki grunted, “if they don’t send us over. Nerd and I can figure it out.” you hummed, “ Shota told me they’ll invite you over to come visit Yuto anyway, but the way it’s been going they might could use some professionals on the job.” “We’d love that! Right Kacchan?” A resounding set of squeaks followed by silence came from the room. You padded over to their doorframe. “we’re never gonna be able to sleep like this!” Izuku covered his face with a hand muttering, “oh man . . .” “Boys you’re officially the human embodiment of sardines right now.” Katsuki threw his hands up into the air jostling Izuku who just stared at him looking defeated, “nows not the time for er’ sass!”

Drumming your fingers against the wall your smile turned into a frown. Seriously? You hung your head before you shouted, “Hey! Aunties we’re gonna need the couch blankets for this trip after all!” ——— （´-`）.｡oO (real life representation of reader)

You’d heroically sacrificed your room for Izuku and settled into the couch hours ago. Now it was the dark hours of the morning when a captains change would happen. ——— Katsuki went about the boat as quietly as he could. Squeezing sideways through that squeaky-ass door and padding out into the living room where the indoors captain wheel was. he squinted his way around the place. Luckily you kids knew it like the back of your hands. Itd been ages since he’d last been on this boat. Last few summers were just him and Izuku busy doing hero training where here you were hanging out with your family. Going off to college and doing a heck of a lot of academia. You coulda been a hero too if you’d wanted, but ya’ never took an interest to it like him and Deku.

A figure stood up from a chair, “Waters easy, still drizzling out there so you can’t see much.” His dad slapped him on the back with a yawn, “see you in the morning light, son.” Katsuki was one of the best captains out of the collective families bunch. Eventually, he’d learn to pilot the whole thing by staying up late at night with Shota while your fathers whispered as they manned the ship. He’s a hell of a lot better at blackjack from those nights too. Makes hanging out at the bar more manageable with his other annoying friends. He grumbled out a, “Night pops’” before settling into the captains chair. “good to know I can still fit.” “g’d to know what?”

Katsuki turned around in a flash, well now his heart was racing. Damn it. “how’d ya? I was being quiet!” He hissed. you stretched like a kitten underneath an old quilt before curling back up into a ball. you waved a hand, hair falling down against your face, “heard ya’ change with your dad. Hmm, sorry to startle ya’ hero.” His ears turned pink, right. So even as a pro he couldn’t sneak up on you without waking you. So much for those stealth lessons from Aizawa. You wriggled deeper into the blanket, lips barely parting, “everyone back asleep now . . .” he sighed watching the familiar adolescent glint of a retainer in your mouth as your chest lightly rose and fall. A heart pulsing that only you could hear. A whole boat full of 6 different hearts that only you could hear from your hazy dream on the couch. An oceans worth of thumping hearts pulsing underneath the waves. He sighed, steeling his own, he’d forgotten to expect you’d wake up, “goodnight, senior.” in a minute you groaned flipping up onto your forearms to blankly stare at him, “give it a rest ‘suki! And don’t laugh at your own joke. Don’t argue, I can hear it! Your heart picked up, you thought it was funny.” Katsuki poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He had to admit it was still funny, “alright alright, can’t help that you’re old.” he heard you flop down and flip over, “it’s a few days!” Oh, it was good to be back. “thanks for taking the couch.” “your welcome, you big baby.”

#mysteriesmusing #Houseboat Holiday AU #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #mha fanfiction #reader insert #fem reader #adorable fluff #childhood friends and dorks for everyone #prohero deku #prohero dynamight #pro hero au #college reader #summer vacation #my new summer brainrot daydream that I will be indulging in!

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claimedcrossbows · 2 years

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A Bakugou Thanksgiving (One Shot)

Bakugou x Reader

Warnings : Language (From Bakugou of course).

When you originally had the bright idea for you and Katsuki to host thanksgiving this year you had the perfect night planned out.

You see you were American and had moved to Japan back when you were a teenager, but you still loved to celebrate a american traditional thanksgiving.

And this year you had convinced your husband Katsuki to invite his friends and family over so you both could host thanksgiving this year.

“I don’t understand why they have to come.” He mumbled referring to his former classmates.

“Because it’s thanksgiving Kats, and come one, come all.” You smiled stirring some cake mix in a bowl.

Bakugou frowned, “Aren’t the old hag and my dad enough?”

“Kats, stop complaining and open the oven for I can put the cake in.” You instructed.

He mumbled something, but obeyed your command and opened the oven door.

You put the cake in the oven above the roasting turkey.

Everything was shaping up to be really good, you had cooked all of the american dishes and you had Bakugou cook some of the traditional japanese meals and you thought it would be a great melting pot of dishes that everyone could enjoy.

You however frowned at one of the dishes that bakugou had made in particular knowing good and well the only one who was going to be able to consume that was him.

“Really babe, spicy ramen topped with…Oh God is that ghost peppers??” You almost gagged.

“Hey those extras need some spice in their life.” He smirked.

“You trying to send our guest to the hospital?!” You frowned wacking him playfully on the head with the wooden spoon you used to stir the cake batter.

“Ow, Damn woman!” He hissed.

“Put that in the fridge, people can request that on their own if they want it.” You said.

“Fine, God I swear you get more and more like that hag everyday.” He mumbled taking the ramen and putting it in the fridge.

The door bell suddenly rang and you smiled knowing that your first few guests had arrived. You quickly took off your oven mitts and tossed them unbeknownst to you a little to close to the stove.

You raced to the door Bakugou slowly trailing behind you with hands in his pockets.

You opened the door and was immediately greeted by Bakugou’s parents.

“Hi y/n! Oh don’t you look good!” Mitsuki smiled pulling you into a hug.

“Hello Mitsuki, Masaru.” You smiled greeting your in laws.

“We brought some wine.” Mitsuki winked ushering to her husband who was carrying two bottles.

“Great come on in, you can set them on the table here.” You said gesturing to the dining room table.

“Wow it smells delicious in here.” Masaru commented.

“Yes well me and Katsuki have spent all day cooking.” You said taking both of their coats and hanging them up.

“Ah great, put that man to work!” Mitsuki beamed ruffling her sons hair gaining a deep frown from Katsuki.

“Cut it out you hag!” Katsuki spit moving away from her.

“Hey, this is a special day, show your parents some respect!” You frowned.

“God I love your wife!” Mitsuki cried.

Masaru just softly smiled shaking his head.

The door bell suddenly rang again.

“Oh that must be everyone else, Mitsuki, Masaru, please take a seat, dinner should be ready really soon.” You said hurrying to the door. “Babe can you go into the garage and get some ice?” You asked gaining a grunt and a nod from Katuski.

“Least I can avoid those idiots for a few moments.” Katsuki said heading towards the garage.

You shook your head at your husband behavior and quickly went to answer the door.

You opened the door and was greeted with a harmonious “Happy Thanksgiving!” Everyone shouted.

You smiled looking at your Class 1 A friends.

“Hey everyone come on in!” You said widening the door and giving everyone the room to enter.

“Wow it smells so good!” Uraraka beamed.

“Great I didn’t eat particularly for today!” Kaminari boasted.

“Really dude?” Kirishima asked the blonde.

“Okay I might’ve snuck a burger.” Kaminari admitted.

“Try 2 burgers and a fry.” Jirou cut in.

“Babe, you really gonna sell me out like that!?” Kaminari whined looking at his wife Jirou with a look of complete betrayal.

“He’s never had American thanksgiving food, so he wanted to make sure he ate before he came.” Jirou continued.

“BABE!”

You laughed, “Well your gonna regret that, because trust me, this food is going to be amazing!” You said proudly.

“I’m sure it’ll be great y/n.” Izuku said smiling bright.

“I brought some jello shots!” Mina said holding up the container they were in.

“Great set it on the dining table.” You said ushering to the dining room.

“I brought ice.” Todoroki said.

“Yes we could always use that, thank you so much Todoroki!” You said, “The garage is right through that door, you can put it in the cooler we have back there.” You said.

Todoroki nodded going to put away the extra ice.

“I brought extra utensils.” Iida said.

“Great those can go in the kitchen.” You smiled.

Iida nodded and went to go set them away while Uraraka Momo, and Mina came up to you smiling.

“So where’s Mr. Hot head?” Mina asked looking around.

You laughed at the nick name Mina still used for him after all these years, Bakugou had calmed down significantly since your high schools days, but the man still of course had his moments.

“He went to go get some ice for our drinks, he’s probably run into Todoroki.” You laughed.

“OI ICY HOT-DON’T SET THAT SHIT THERE!” You could Katsuki yell all the way from the garage.

You, Mina, Uraraka, and Momo all laughed.

Soon Katsuki was storming back inside with Todoroki trailing behind him.

You could see the annoyance all over your husbands face, but you were the only one who knew deep down that your husband really did love his friends.

“I got the ice.” Katsuki said coming up to you.

“Good, now we can get the drinks served, the food should be about ready!” You smiled. “If you all could take your seats in the dining room, Bakugou will get the drinks ready.”

Everyone nodded and made their ways to the dining room with Bakugou’s parents. Everyone was seated and chatting while Katsuki looked as he struggled to open a bottle of champagne.

“Damnit.” Bakugou muttered.

“What’s wrong bakubro?” Kiri said noticing his friends distress.

“Can’t get the damn champagne open.” Bakugou hissed.

“Oh don’t worry, I know a trick!” Kaminari said overhearing the conversation and deciding this was his time to shine.

Kaminari quicked snatched the bottle from Bakugou, tilted the bottle at a 45 degree angle, thumbed the cork handle and immediately trying to open it.

To no avail.

It would not open.

“Damn.” Kaminari hissed struggling.

“See, dunce face.” Bakugou taunted smirking slightly that he wasn’t able to get it either.

“Hang on, I’ll get it!” He grunted trying again.

Next thing everyone knew a loud pop echoed the room, the cork flying immediately out of the champagne bottle at the absolute speed of light.

Before anyone could see where it had went the next thing they heard was a loud..

“AHGGG MY EYE!”

“Oh my God!” You yelled seeing Iida hunched over grabbing his eye.

You quickly raced over to Iida who was hunched over. He had gotten smacked right in the eye with the cork, luckily he had been wearing contacts so there was no glass shattering in his eyes.

Yet his eye was already beginning to swell.

“Good thing I brought that ice..” Todoroki noted.

“I’ll go grab it.” Mitsuki said springing up from the table in full mom mode.

“Oh Iida are you okay!?” Uraraka said rubbing her friends shoulder.

“I’m fine, i’m fine.” Iida assured.

“I am so sorry man.” Kaminari frowned completely guilt written.

“It’s fine really.” Iida said.

You frowned not liking the way this was starting off at all, you sighed waiting for Mitsuki to come back with the ice for Iida’s eye before you went to check on the turkey and cake.

The food was soon ready and you and Bakugou brought out the main course and the rest of the sides and set everything on the table.

“Wow this looks amazing Y/n!” Kirishima smiled.

“Bakugou did you cook the Japanese foods?” Momo asked.

“Yup, everything else was Y/N.” He said looking over at you with that prideful look that always managed to make your heart skip beats.

“Uhg I wish I could cook like this.” Jirou said.

“Me too.” Kaminari mumbled gaining a hard elbow in the side from Jirou.

Everyone at the table laughed, everyone began passing around dishes to put on their plates when you realized you forgot to take cranberry sauce out of the fridge.

“Oh God, I forgot the cranberry sauce, I'll go get it.” You said about to get up but Kirishima suddenly dropped his fork.

“Ah, don’t worry about it Y/N, I gotta get up anyway to grab another fork, its in the fridge right?” He asked standing up from his chair.

“Yes it’s in a clear dish with aluminum foil on top.” You said.

He nodded going into the kitchen.

Kirishima looks around the kitchen for the extra utensils, he finds them and grabs another fork, he then goes into the fridge and looks for the cranberry sauce, he finds a clear dish with aluminum foil and grabs that. He then notices another full dish of what looks like ramen.

“Y/N must’ve forgot this too.” He says taking the dish out too.

Kirishima comes back to the table and places the cranberry sauce and ramen down unbeknowst to Y/N who was in a deep conversation with Uraraka and Deku’s about his sudden proposal a few months back.

“I know I was so stunned, I’ll send you the details when I figure out what kind of bridesmaid dresses I wants all you ladies to wear.” Uraraka assured while Deku sat next to her blushing.

“About time you proposed you damn nerd.” Bakugou laughed. “Thought round cheeks was about to do it for you.”

Deku awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head, “Y/N this food is delicious, what do you call this?” He asked pointing to the stuffing.

“Ah that’s good ol stuffing, no Turkey dinner is complete without it, it’s a must in a traditional thanksgiving.” You said brightly.

“It’s so good!” Midoriya smiled eating another spoonful.

You smiled happy that everyone seemed to be enjoying the meal.

“Midoriya is absolutely right Y/N this Turkey is delicious, i’ve only ever eaten it once when I was at a fashion banquet in the states.” Mitsuki said.

“I’m so glad you like it.” You smiled.

Everyone was eating and chatting and you thought that despite the rough beginning maybe everything would turn out okay, that was until all of a sudden you saw Midoriya’s face begin to turn red.

“Honey, are you alright?” Uraraka said looking over at her fiance who had tears in his eyes as he began coughing.

“I-It’s -cough- v-very- cough- spicy!!” Midoriya said between coughing and tears.

“What? I didn’t have anything spicy on the table Midoriya.” You said immediately getting up and looking at his plate only for your eyes to widen in shock.

“KATSUKI I TOLD YOU NOT TO PUT THAT SPICY RAMEN OUT HERE!” You yelled absolutely pissed.

Bakugou immediately dropped his fork at the sound of your angry tone that he often found secretly attractive, yet this time the look you were giving with that voice was sending actual chills through his body.

“I didn’t!” He argued.

“Then why is it on the table!?” You said gesturing to the dish.

Next thing you knew most of your guest were at the table coughing and choking.

“Oh-Oh my God, Water!” Kirishima gagged.

“W-w-cough- where’s the ice!?” Jirou choked out.

“Good thing I brought that ice.” Todoroki noted.

‘BAKUGOU KATSUKI, GO GET THE ICE!” You yelled angrily as you watched your husband trying to suppress his laughter at the sight of Deku’s red face brimming with tears as Uraraka quickly handed him her drink and rubbed his back in comfort.

“Son tell me you don’t - cough- eat this everyday!” Masaru choked.

“Uhg it’s not even that spicy you wimps!” He groaned getting up from the table to get the ice and some cups to put them in.

You heard the doorbell ring as you assured your coughing and choking guest that Bakugou would be back with the ice soon.

You answered the door in a sheer panic completely devastated with the way this night was going.

You opened the door the find Aizawa and Eri.

“Happy Thanksgiving!!” A now teenage Eri shouted as she then turned to her adoptive father Aizawa. “Did I get it right this time?”

Aizawa simply gave her a small smile and a thumbs up.

“Thank you Eri.” You said.

“Sorry we’re late.” Aizawa said. “ We didn’t know what to bring.” He said holding up some fresh bread from the local bakery.

“It’s wonderful thanks.” You said taking the bread trying to ignore the coughs and hacking behind you.

You could instantly see the look of complete shock as they began to look past you and into the dining room. Where by this time Kaminari was completely on the floor in a fetal position, and Todoroki was about 2 seconds away from using his quirk and shoving hand down Kaminari’s throat.

“Is that a thanksgiving tradition?” Eri asked beginning to fake cough and gag.

You immediately face palmed looking at the sheer irritated look on you former teachers face.

“No. It’s not at all.” You admitted. “There was a little mix up with the food, and they ate something too spicy.” You said.

‘OH STOP CRYING YOU BIG BABY!” Katsuki growled at Kirishima who at this time had taken off his shirt and was fanning himself with a napkin.

“Oh my God the ice is making it worse!” Mina cried.

You were completely embarrassed at this point and you honestly didn’t know what to say, this night was shaping up to be a complete disaster. The only thing that could save you now was maybe the cake you had made.

You guided Eri and Aizawa to the dining table as everyone tried to cool their tongues off and continued eating. You went to go grab the cake and searched through your freezer for some ice cream to help cool them off just a little bit.

You only had half a carton of ice cream left so you scooped everybody and little glass cup full and ushered that out with the cake.

Everyone immediately began digging into the small amount of ice cream that you served them along with the cake and you sighed happy that the night was just about over until-

“Do you smell something burning?” Momo said.

You and Katsuki both sniffed the air until you both realized it was coming from the kitchen, you both shot up out of your chairs to the kitchen only to see that your entire kitchen was up in flames.

“OH MY GOD!” You cried in horror.

“Shit!” Katsuki cursed looking around for some water only to find nothing that’s when he immediately yelled for Todoroki.

“TODOROKI GET YOUR ICY HOT ASS IN HERE AND PUT OUT OUR KITCHEN!” Bakugou yelled watching as you tried to fan the flames down but it was way too much.

Todoroki along with everyone else entered the kitchen and immediately coughed taking in the black smoke.

“Oh my goodness!” Uraraka cried.

“Stand back everyone!” Todoroki calmly said.

You and Bakugou immediately backed up with everyone else as Todoroki immediately used his ice powers and slowly began to put out the flames.

Once he was done the kitchen was frozen and burnt and everyone was completely silent as you stepped forward looking at the remains of what was once your kitchen.

"Good thing I'm literally ice." Todoroki noted.

“Y/n.” Bakugou said softly knowing exactly what was going through your head.

You shook your head, running a shaky hand through your hair, as you tried to contain your emotions.

“Sweetie.” Mitsuki said stepping closer to you.

You shook your head and turned around to face everyone, you immediately bowed your head and said.

“I’m sorry I ruined thanksgiving, thank you all for coming, good night.” You said shakily as you immediately ran out the kitchen and upstairs to your bedroom slamming the door behind you.

You immediately flopped on the bed and began crying. All of your hard work, all of the planning, had completely gone down the drain. You had never celebrated thanksgiving with your friends or Bakugou’s family and this was going to be the night you all laughed, ate, and drank and overall had a good time. But that was impossible now. Iida had gotten a black eye, half of your guest nearly died of extreme heat, and to top it off your kitchen had caught on fire.

No one was ever going to want to try thanksgiving ever again.

You heard a soft knock outside the door and you already knew who it would be so you didn’t bother saying anything, he was coming in anyway.

“Babe, you alright?" His voice was concerned.

You said nothing.

He sighed shutting the door behind him and making the way you the two of you’s shared bed.

You felt his warm hands caress your back and that only made you cry harder.

“I wanted this night to be perfect suki.” You cried.

“It’s not your fault hon’ if anyone’s to blame for this, it’s probably me.” He said catching you completely off guard.

You looked up from you pillow and you saw his eyes flicker with guilt at the sight of your tear stained face, smudged with eyeliner and mascara.

“Why?” You asked.

“I mean I didn’t exactly make this easy for you, I basically complained the whole night and then I made that really kick ass ramen dish that only the toughest people can withstand.” He said in that usual cocky tone that you’d grown to love over time. But you could tell he was also genuinely apologizing for his behavior.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed sitting up and directly facing him. “I guess i’m just not all that good at throwing thanksgiving parties.” You frowned.

“Hon’ you didn’t do anything wrong, matter of fact, you did everything right, the old hag and my dad couldn’t stop talking about how good the Turkey was, dunce face loved the cake, Kirishima and Deku both got seconds and thirds of the stuffing, and i’m pretty sure none of those mashed potatoes are left.” He said.

“Really?” You smiled happy to hear they enjoyed the food.

“Really.” He assured.

He sighed, “Look y/n you just wanted everyone to come together and have a good time, I should’ve been more understanding of that, you haven’t celebrated a thanksgiving since your parents died a few years back and I should’ve done more to make sure this went off without a hitch, I know how important those american holidays still are to you.” He said squeezing your hand.

“I used to fly back to America every thanksgiving Suki, it was the one time I could really see all my family, now that their gone, I wanted to keep that sentiment going you know?” You explained smiling sadly.

“I know babe, i’m sorry.” He said giving your hand another squeeze as he smiled at you softly.

You loved his smile, he didn’t do it much, but when he did. You swear that smile could light up the entire world if needed.

“It’s okay.” You assured.

“Well, you ready to come back downstairs, everyone is still here.” He said.

You were surprised, “Really they didn’t leave?” You asked.

“No, they were worried about you, plus I think dunce face and shitty hair had something to say to you.” He said.

You cocked an eye brow in confusion but got up and went down stairs anyway.

When you came downstairs everyone was indeed still there chatting quietly among themselves in hushed tones until you finally caught their attention.

“Y/n.” Deku said worriedly.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Mitsuki said.

“Uhg, look you made her cry.” Jirou angrily said at her husband.

Kaminari frowned looking at you sadly, Kirishima didn’t look that happy either as his face looked just as guilt stricken.

“Y/n, this is all our fault.” Kirishima started.

“Yeah, I was the one who hit Iida in the eye with a cork.” Kaminari said looking over at Iida who still had a bag of ice on his eye. “Sorry bro.” Kaminari said to Iida.

“I’ll live.” Iida said dismissing him.

“And I was the one who took that spicy ramen dish out the fridge, I thought you forgot to set it out.” Kirishima admitted.

“So that’s how it got set out, sorry Kats I thought it was you.” You said apologizing to your husband.

“I shouldn’t have made it to begin with.” He said shrugging it off as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, but how did the kitchen catch on fire?” Eri asked.

“It looks like this caused it.” Todoroki said holding up a complete torched oven mitt. “I found it by the stove, it must’ve caught on fire since the burner was left on.” He said.

Your eyes widened and soon you felt your face heat in embarrassment, “Looks like that was actually my fault, I was so excited to greet you guys I carelessly tossed my mitts to close to the stove without turning it off.” You admitted.

“Good thing we got that insurance last month.” Katsuki mumbled.

You nodded and then sighed, “I’m really sorry about all of this you guys.” You apologized looking at your friends and family.

“Don’t be, the food was absolutely delicious!” Momo said. “Me and Todoroki were gonna fix some plates to go if that’s okay?” She asked.

“Really, but i’m sure you have amazing food already at your house with your cooks and all.” You said taken aback.

“Not like this.” Momo assured.

“She’s right Y/n, we truly all had a good time really.” Uraraka said smiling.

“Who say’s the parties over? Isn’t their usually games at holiday parties?” Eri asked.

“Please don’t encourage them.” Aizawa groaned knowing where this was headed.

“OH SHE’S RIGHT!! LET’S PLAY CHARADES!” Kaminari yelled. “Eri who am I?”

Kaminari immediately grabbed a blanket that was on the couch and wrapped it around his neck and then held his hair up with his hands as he glared diretly at Eri with wild eyes.

“Aizawa!” Eri exclaimed.

Aizawa groaned and rolled his eyes, these kids were full adults and yet they still acted like children.

“Right!” Kaminari laughed.

You laughed as well as everyone suddenly joined in on the game much to Aizawa and Katsuki’s chagrin.

As you all sat on the couch watching Kirishima rolled around on the floor imitating his best impersonation of what you thought could only be a dog as Mina laughed uncontrollably, you felt red eyes staring at you. You smiled at Katsuki shooting him a thumbs up, thinking that maybe this wasn’t such a bad thanksgiving after all.

Hey you guy’s happy thanksgiving!! Decided to do a cute little imagine, I don’t really know if they do thanksgiving in other parts of the world, like their own version or not? So I just assumed they probably didn’t know what traditional American thanksgiving food tasted like, so I incorporated that into this fic. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you all have a great thanksgiving!

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cookie-bunny · 2 years

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Pretty Baby

Mitsuki Bakugou x F!Chubby!Reader x Masaru Bakugou

A/N: Heyoo so this is my first post! I have a couple WIPs but I figured I’d post this one cuz my bestie told me to =)

A/N 2: please feel free to leave critiques or suggestions for my writing! I hope to write more soon!

Warnings (?): literal filth, threesome, the throuple is in an established relationship but pretend to pick reader up at a bar, dom!masaru, dom!mitsuki, sub!reader, spanking, a lil degradation, spitting, fluffy aftercare

You were perfect. Exactly what they were looking for. A shy and out-of-place little thing, you were leaning against the bar in a dark green sundress and knee high socks, with one of those pretty drinks in your hand. Mitsuki spotted you first, nudging Masaru and pointing in your direction.

“She’s cute, ain’t she?” Mitsuki smirked. “Poor little thing looks lost, I think we should help her out.” Masaru’s eyes trailed up your sock clad legs, to your wide hips and your little chubby tummy, to the curve of your breasts. There was nothing around your neck, but he assured himself that soon, he and Mitsuki would have a collar on it. He looked at your pouty lips and doe eyes, imagining what you would look like below him, sucking his cock. Mitsuki’s hand trailed down to where Masaru’s bulge was beginning to grow.

“Oh you like her too, don’t you baby?” She teased, applying more pressure to it.

“I do honey, I really do,” Masaru groaned, bucking his hips up into her hand. “Please, let’s bring her home.”

“You’re moving pretty fast there baby, want me to go talk to her?” Mitsuki smirked. Masaru whimpered and nodded, biting his lip to stop himself from full on moaning. Mitsuki quickly took her hand away and Masaru groaned in annoyance. “I’ll be right back, love.” Mitsuki got up and made her way over to you, being sure to sway her hips to tease Masaru. She walked up to the bar next to you and leaned over it. You glanced at her, admiring her wild blond hair and her sharp red eyes.

“You new here, little one?” She asked, noticing your staring.

“Um, I guess,” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. You were so nervous in the presence of someone so gorgeous.

“You look too cute to be here,” Mitsuki teased, motioning to your little dress and socks.

“Wait, you think I’m cute?” You looked shocked and Mitsuki didn’t like that.

“Why is that such a surprise to you, little one?”

“I just- no one has ever said anything like that to me,” you shrugged. “I usually go unnoticed, I didn’t think anybody really saw me like that.”

“Well they must be blind, cuz you really are a pretty little thing,” she moved closer and reached up and stroked her hand down your arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. You had to bite your lip to hold back a moan, so desperate as if you’d never been touched like this or anything more. “I’m Mitsuki.”

“I’m Y/N,” you managed to get out.

“Listen Y/N, you’re a real pretty girl, and me and my husband have been looking for a pretty thing like you to play with and spoil, you know?” She smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and motioning to Masaru, who had his eyes on you the entire time. “Someone to be our submissive little baby.”

“But, I don’t really have any experience and I don’t want to disappoint you or get your hopes up or-,” you were quickly cut off by Mitsuki’s face coming right to your’s.

“You’re the one baby, we’ll help you along the way, only if you’re comfortable with it though,” she almost whispered. You couldn’t deny that Mitsuki and Masaru were incredibly attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be between them. You nodded slowly, staring at the ground and Mitsuki’s hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“I want it, please,” you almost begged. It made a heat rush between Mitsuki’s legs at the desperation in your voice.

“Good girl, now come with me, we’ve got a special room for us,” Mitsuki guided you through the crowd with an arm around your waist until you got to Masaru’s table. “Tell him your name, pretty girl.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, too shy to look him in the eye.

“Oh you’re such a precious little thing aren’t you,” he cooed, standing up and coming to stand in front of you. “I’m Masaru.”

“It’s nice to meet you sir,” Masaru had to hold back a moan at the sound of you calling him sir. Mitsuki smirked, knowing how much this was affecting him.

“Why don’t we head somewhere a little more private?” Mitsuki proposed, heading to a back hallway of the bar. You and Masaru followed her up the stairs and to a nice room to the right. There was a large bed with red satin sheets and a black barred bed stand. There were 2 black ribbons tied onto the bars at the top and you could only assume what they were for. You glanced to the side and saw a wall with all sorts of toys. Whips, paddles, ropes, cuffs, you name it. You gulped nervously and Masaru noticed.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, we won’t be using those any time soon,” he said, placing a large, warm hand on your back. Mitsuki came back over after turning on a brighter light, and trailed her fingers lightly down your waist and hips.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” She asked, fiddling with the hem of your dress.

“Yes,” you said, probably the most confidently you’d spoken that night.

“Good, now arms up baby,” she pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your undergarments and shoes. Mitsuki pulled her own shirt off, revealing black and red lingerie underneath. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of her breasts, you wanted to taste her so badly. Masaru kneeled down and slowly removed your shoes for you, but left your socks on. Mitsuki then removed her skirt, showing the rest of the lingerie. There was no fabric covering her pussy or ass, and your mind yet again wondered how she tasted.

“Have you ever eaten pussy, baby?” she asked. You shook your head no and she smirked. “Then I guess Masaru here will show you how it’s done.” She slowly led you over to the bed and had you lay down on your back. She sat behind you and motioned to a now shirtless Masaru to approach. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, pulling you closer so that your ass was almost hanging off. His fingers danced along the edge of your panties before pulling them down slowly. Your thighs instinctively went to close, but one of each of the couple’s hands came to pull them apart again.

“Don’t hide yourself from us, pretty,” Mitsuki warned, kissing down your neck. Her fingers traveled behind you to unclip your bra and let your breasts fall free. She pinched one of your nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing you to let out a squeal. Masaru glanced up at you, face already flushed red from barely being touched. He began kissing up your calf, to the inside of your thigh, and finally right on your clit. You gasped sharply as he kept kissing and slightly sucking on your swollen clit. Mitsuki switched her hand’s attention to your other nipple, and her mouth came to suck on the already hardened one. Your moans were music to their ears, and they wanted more. Masaru began licking and slurping your cunt as if he were a starved man. Mitsuki pinched and sucked your nipples harder, leaving little love bites around the soft skin of your breasts. One of Masaru’s fingers trailed through your slit, wetting itself before slipping inside you. Sure you’d used dildos before, but even then, it was still a tight fit. Masaru let out a broken groan at how tight you were and curled his finger up to find that perfect spot. He knew he found it when you almost screamed as you moaned.

“Please, I’m close,” you choked out. “I’m so close.”

“Cum for us pretty girl,” Mitsuki hummed around your nipple. “Show us how cute you are when you cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as your walls clenched around Masaru’s finger and tongue and you let out a loud, guttural moan. Your legs shook, closing around Masaru’s head as he didn’t let up his ministrations until your orgasm was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for us,” Masaru smiled, kissing up your stomach, between your breasts and finally to your lips. You kissed him back feverishly, tasting your essence on his tongue. When you pulled apart, Mitsuki was quick to swoop in to take your next kiss, her’s was rougher and more dominant. “You’re doing so good, baby, but now you need to take care of your mistress, yeah?” You nodded sheepishly.

“Words baby,” Masaru warned, giving you a quick tap on the ass.

“Yes mistress, I want to take care of you,” you practically whined.

“Good girl,” Mitsuki smirked, moving to lean back against the pillows at the top of the bed. “Crawl to me baby.” You shakily flipped yourself over onto your hands and knees and slowly crawled towards Mitsuki’s open legs. You stopped right in front of her bare pussy and looked up at her, silently begging with your eyes. She gave you a nod and you immediately dove in, tongue slurping up all of her juices. Your back arched as you tried to get your tongue deeper into her hole and all of a sudden, you felt something hard and blunt press against your entrance.

“You gonna let sir fuck you hm?” Masaru teased, rubbing his cockhead up and down your slit, letting it push against your clit. You hummed into Mitsuki’s pussy and her hands came down to grasp your hair. She pulled you off and you looked up at her.

“Beg him to fuck you, pretty girl,”

“Please, please fuck me sir,” you whimpered. Masaru slapped your ass and you moaned loudly.

“Not good enough baby, gotta beg harder than that,” he growled, slapping your ass again.

“You like a little pain, huh baby?” Mitsuki fake pouted and made you nod your head with her hands laced through your hair. “Open.” She tapped your jaw and your mouth dropped open. She swiftly spit into your mouth and yanked your head backwards. Masaru leaned forward and also spit in your mouth. You went to close your mouth but Masaru gave you another spank.

“Beg me with your tongue out like a good little bitch in heat,” your cunt clenched at the words and your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. You were sure whatever sounds came out of your mouth weren’t actually words, but it seemed to be good enough for the two of them. Masaru’s large, warm hands gripped your waist as he eased his cock inside of your tiny hole. You let out a loud groan as you felt the stretch of his length. “You’re so tight baby, when’s the last time you got fucked, hm?” You just whined, tears of pain and pleasure brimming your eyes.

“Oh you’ve been neglected, haven’t you pet?” Mitsuki reached down to rub your sensitive clit. You nodded and pouted, and she gave you a sloppy, dominating kiss. “Well baby, you won’t have to worry about that anymore. You’re our good little pet now.” You clenched at the name “pet” and you felt Masaru’s hands grip your hips tightly. Mitsuki then eased your head back down towards her cunt and practically shoved your face into it. Her hips began rocking roughly, grinding her clit on your nose and tongue. Your moans vibrated through her pussy as Masaru’s thrusts began to get faster.

“You gonna make us cum, slut?” Mitsuki growled, her hands gripping your hair tighter. “Yeah, be our little cum dump?” You screamed as Masaru’s slick fingers rubbed your clit and sent you over the edge. Your vision clouded and you could feel yourself clench so tightly.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Masaru panted, suddenly shoving himself fully inside of you and emptying his load inside. Mitsuki wasn’t far behind, as she clenched around your tongue and spilled her sweet cum into your mouth. After a moment of heavy breathing and recollecting yourselves, Masaru slowly unsheathed himself, removed the condom and pulled a pair of sweatpants on. Mitsuki petted your hair, instead of gripping it and stroked your face gently, trying to bring you back to them.

“Come on baby, come lay up on the pillows,” She helped you pull yourself up onto the pillows and snuggled close to you. Masaru quickly came back with bottles of water and a blanket.

“You did so amazing for us tonight baby,” he hummed, opening the water for you. Your limbs felt like jelly, and your mind was cloudy, but you never feel better than how you feel after these moments. Masaru gently tipped your chin back and held the bottle to your swollen lips. After a couple generous sips, he passes Mitsuki a water and both of you one of his shirts.

“Arms up my love,” Mitsuki coaxed. You raised your arms and she slid the sweatshirt onto you, making sure you were nice and cozy.

“So how do you feel, Y/N? Did you like how the scene went?” Masaru asked, snuggling next to you.

“Yeah, I really liked it. I liked being picked up at the bar,” you grinned, remembering the busy club and Mitsuki’s closeness.

“That’s good baby, you did so good,” she cooed.

“Do you want to take a bath or anything my loves?” Masaru asked.

“Can we just stay like this a little longer?” You sighed, cuddling closer to his chest. “I’m too tired.”

“We can do whatever you want baby,” he smiled, ruffling your hair.

“We love you so much Y/N, you’re perfect for us.”

#masaru x mitsuki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mitsuki bakugou #mitsuki x masaru #x reader #mha smut #all smut barely plot #mitsuki x masaru x reader smut #masaru bakugou #sir #pretty baby #y/n #masaru x mitsuki x y/n

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elysmi · 3 years

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how would Bakugou react to his mother liking his s/o? like he expected his mother to be rude to y/n but somehow the two of them ended up being Super close? fem reader please?

You better bet Mitsuki is gonna adore you! Any person that can tame Katsuki is a woman Mitsuki Bakugou absolutely respects.

Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings : swearing

-at first he was absolutely against introducing you to his mother. Not because he was afraid that Mitsuki wasn’t going to like you or shit like that, after all if he liked you, then his mother was gonna like you as well, no doubt

- what mortified him was his mother embarrassing him in front of you. He absolutely didn’t want his reputation stained by his mother of all people.

And he really really valued your opinion on him

- his parents kept insisting to bring you to their house, though, and his mother would try to ask about you every single time she called, or whenever he visited

- he caved in, and one morning he just banged on your door, burst in while you were still sleeping, woke you up and legit told you ‘get ready, you’re meeting the hag today’

- now you, on the other hand, didn’t know what to expect. You felt absolutely mortified at the thought of meeting his mother. Lord knows how much it took for Katsuki to finally warm up to you - but his mother? What if she didn’t in fact warm up to you like her son did? Or what if she hated you, and thought you weren’t good enough for Katsuki?

- he noticed you were freaking out on the way to his house, and tried to calm down your nerves by telling you that if his mother was being too much, you two would be out of the door in no time, the hag be damned

- that definitely did not ease your feelings lmao, but at least he tried

- when he knocked you expected a mean looking woman and a meaner man to greet you.

- lol you couldn’t be more wrong

- Masaru was the sweetest man you ever met. You legit had to wonder if he was adopted compared to his other two family members

- now Mitsuki, on the other hand

Poor you

- legit stole you away. Kept complimenting everything, and I mean everything about you

- your hair, your eyes, your posture, your smile, your clothing. It was like meeting your long lost best friend with how much she hyped you up

- “Oi brat how the fuck did you manage to find yourself such a nice and pretty girl like her?”

- legit asked you if he threatened you into the relationship because she couldn’t understand how someone like you was dating someone like him

- when Katsuki threw a tantrum at this she just slapped him in the head, took you to the kitchen and started showing you the baby pictures of him

- he was absolutely adorable and you couldn’t help but coo at him

- he got so embarrassed. So cute, all red in the face

- but then it was you who also got red in the face when his mother told you that if you had a child with him they would most likely take after Katsuki since her genes were pretty strong

After all Katsuki is literally her mirror image lol

- that was enough to make Katsuki take your hand and walk out of the house despite his mother’s and your protest

- but then Mitsuki asked Kirishima for your number

- Katsuki nearly had a heart attack when he was cuddling you and your phone rang, whining as you answered only to hear his mother’s voice on the other line

- it become a common habit for his mother to call you

- she even texted you sometimes, asking if you ate, if you drank water, if you slept enough

- would send you boomer pics of her and Masaru on vacations, or from her work place, even of the meals she made

- sometimes you’d send her some pics you took and asked her to tell you which one looked best to post

- Katsuki was lowkey jealous of how much time you spent talking to his mother. Like no hun, you need to give him more attention or else he cannot function

- at the end of the day he feels happy that the most important women in his life get along so well

- until family dinner where his mother invited you of course

- had to spend hours at the table listening to you and his mom absolutely roasting the life out of him while his father just nodded his head and gave him a knowing look

- but he loves you both too much to actually complain that often

I’m such a simp for Mitsuki lol

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x self insert #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #mitsuki bakugou #masaru bakugou #eijirou kirishima #mha headcanons

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explosionkatsu · 9 months

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AGE DOESN'T MATTER 23

Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader

7 p.m. is what it says to the clock and Katsuki hasn't arrived yet. It seems like Eijiro is quite busy as well for Kazui is still with her.

You were starting to feel uneasy since something must've come up that caused them to be this late. After checking your watch once again, you've decided to just drop Kazui yourself. The thing is, you don't know where Katsuki's parents live and you doubt you'll get a detailed answer from him.

'Well, no harm in trying.' You thought to yourself and poked Kazui who was busy watching some cartoons on your phone.

"Kazui-chan." You called out making Kazui look up at you confused.

"Hai?" He responded.

"Do you know where your bachan lives?" You asked.

You were surprised when Kazui told you the complete address, including the lot number.

"H-how?" You were amazed.

"Papa told me if I got lost, I can state Bachan's address so that someone can take me there safely!" Kazui beamed.

"That's very smart of you, Kazui-chan." You praised and gently patted his head smiling.

"Thank you!" Kazui answered.

"What do you say I drop you instead to your bachan?" You suggested. "I don't think Uncle Eiji will be here anytime soon. Something must've come up."

Kazui just nodded when you noticed him yawning. Of course, he's exhausted.

"Alright. Let's pack our stuff and head out." You said.

Y/n began fixing her things as well as Kazui. Once finished, she checked everything and left the school taking Kazui's hand to hers. She plans on buying something to consume on their way as well since it's been hours since Kazui ate anything.

Y/n took Kazui to a ramen house where Kazui finished his meal almost immediately and ate his yogurt on the bus. You intentionally made him sit at the window seat so that he'd be able to point out the place.

"We're here!" He suddenly exclaimed while pointing to a certain house.

Y/n pressed the stop button resulting in the bus halting a few blocks away from where Kazui's pointing. Carefully, Y/n guided Kazui out of the bus and headed to where he was pointing.

'If this is the wrong house, she could just apologize and say it's the wrong house.' Y/n thought while internally praying, as well as readying herself for the excuse.

When they reached the porch, Y/n shakingly pressed the doorbell twice. She was ready to make an excuse, chanting it over and over in her head. Her dread vanished when a woman who looked exactly like a female version of Katsuki opened the door.

"Can I- Kazui!?" Mitsuki shrieked. "Where the hell is your father?!"

"Bachaaan!!" Kazui beamed hugging Mitsuki.

"That brat," Mitsuki mumbled. "Masaru! Your brat left Kazui to some- wait." She blinked, finally looking at you. "Who are you?"

"O-oh!" Y/n stuttered. "I am Y/n L/n." She said and bowed down. "I am Kazui-chan's homeroom teacher, as well as his babysitter."

"Did Kat-, Bakugo leave Kazui to you?" Mitsuki asked and let Kazui in the house.

"Oh, not entirely." Y/n sweat dropped. "Kazui has been waiting for Kirishima to pick him up. But it seems like something came up. I realized it was getting a bit late so I decided to drop Kazui myself, which I am a bit thankful he knew the whole address." She explained, chuckling in the end.

"Oh what am I doing, come in!"

---

"Glad we were able to catch that villain. Man, I thought I'd leave patrol early today." Eijiro said while sitting on the stretcher and letting someone treat his wounds. "Sorry, I couldn't pick up Kazui today."

"Shit!" Katsuki cussed.

"What is it?" Eijiro asked looking at Katsuki in panic.

"I have a fucking date today!"

"What?! With who!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "Bro. You realized it's 8:30 in the evening already, right?"

"I'm supposed to fucking pick her up at the daycare."

Without hesitating, Katsuki told the medic to stop treating him.

"Who!? Where- Dynamight!!!" Eijiro called out. "Awe man."

Katsuki darted away from the scene focusing on getting to the daycare fast, hoping Y/n and Kazui were still there. But as soon as he reached the establishment, he saw that the lights were out and the portico was locked.

"Fuck!" He cussed loudly.

'She must've taken Kazui her. But where? At her home? Yeah. Probably it.' Katsuki thought to himself and blasted himself towards Y/n's apartment.

It took him a few minutes to get there only to notice that her lights were off as well.

"What the hell?" He mumbled. "Where the hell are they.." Katsuki said. He went to the window to check closer but saw no one.

The only place he hasn't gone yet is his own house and his parents.

"Damn it." He cussed once again and blasted away.

---

"So, you've been spending time with Katsuki." Mitsuki was surprised after learning this. It irritates her that Katsuki never tells him anything. "So, how's he?"

Y/n, who was sitting in the dining with Mitsuki smiled. "He's very-"

"Difficult?"

"A-ah. No..." Y/n sweat dropped. "He's really sweet." She giggled. "Whenever I come over to take care of Kazui, I usually cook dinner for 3 people. He'll get mad at me for cooking instead of ordering takeout since he always leaves enough cash for takeouts."

"What do you do to the money he leaves?" Mitsuki asked before sipping her cup of tea.

'Ah.' Y/n thought. It seems like she knew what Mitsuki was doing.

"I bought groceries." Y/n looked down as she said this. "I noticed that there aren't any greens in the fridge. It's usually meat, cereal, a bunch of juices, and a few spices."

"What happened to Katsuki." Mitsuki facepalmed. "That kid is always passionate about his cooking."

"He always complains whenever I cook for him, but he'll eat it anyway." Y/n giggled and took a sip of her tea.

"Why do you do it?" Mitsuki's getting interested in Y/n.

"I can see how tired and exhausted he is whenever he gets home from work."

As Y/n went on to explain, she didn't know that Mitsuki was watching her facial features. Her expression changes whenever she mentions something about Katsuki.

'He'll be so lucky to have this woman.' Mitsuki thought smiling to herself. "Ah. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She smiled. "I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and here my husband, Masaru Bakugo. You can just call me Mitsuki."

"Oh. It is a pleasure, Mitsuki." Y/n stood up and bowed as a sign of respect.

---

Reaching his own house, Katsuki can see the lights are as well off.

"What the hell?"

He's starting to get worried. Did someone kidnap them? Did they know who Y/n is?

"Fuck!" The only thing he can think of now is to call. But as he tries to reach for his phone, he realizes he left it in his office which frustrates him more.

The only place he hasn't checked is his parents where he doubts, they will be there, but he was hoping they are.

---

"Masaru," Mitsuki called out for her husband signaling him to come over.

Y/n was with Kazui in the living room, obviously spending time with him.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru responded.

"We haven't fully known Y/n right here but I'm liking her for Katsuki right now." She was grinning ear to ear while murmuring what she said.

"What makes you say that?" Masaru said placing a palm on Mitsuki's shoulder.

"I heard the things she did for him. She's the woman I want for our son." Mitsuki smiled.

"You know we just can't-"

"Set them up," Mitsuki answered mischievously.

"Katsuki's smart, dear."

"Not with us." She snickered. "Y/n dear! Come here!"

Y/n blinked curiously but stood up anyway and went to Mitsuki and Masaru.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Eh?

This question made you blink again. "Huh?"

"Oh! We apologize for snooping around. You are a very lovely woman so we're guessing you have a man in your life." Mitsuki's a great actor alright.

"U-um. I don't have a boyfriend." You stuttered but confused. "It's been years since I last had one."

"Why's that, sweetie?" She was curious, okay?

"I just don't have enough time to look for someone..." You answered truthfully. "If someone came into my life, then I'll accept them wholeheartedly."

"I swear to god if they aren't here-"

Just as Y/n finished her sentence, Katsuki came barging in. Everyone was jolted by his entrance, making them all look at him, and Kazui, well, ran to Y/n in fear.

Mitsuki though, after seeing it was only her son, stomped her way to Katsuki and gave him a hard smack on his head which made Y/n gasp.

"That's normal, Y/n," Masaru says assuring her.

"Ooh.." Y/n said in response.

"Why the hell are you barging in here like that!? You gave us a heart attack you idiot!"

"I was looking for Y/n and Kazui!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you almost killed us all!"

"How the hell would I do that woman!?"

"Who are you calling woman, hah!?"

Then Mitsuki gave Katsuki another smack whilst Masaru just sighed in the background, smiling.

"A-ano.." Y/n's voice halted both the blonde-haired.

Both blonde-haired paused in bickering when they heard Y/n's voice making them look at her.

"Kazui!" Katsuki called out as he reached for Kazui, embracing him tightly. "I was so worried." He breathes out what after seeing Kazui safe.

"Papaaaaa." Kazui groaned, squirming a little while being embraced by his father. "I'm okay!"

Mitsuki just slightly shook her head while witnessing the scene.

"How did they get here?" Katsuki asked as he stood up looking at his mother.

"They knock at the door, genius," Mitsuki answered crossing her arms.

"I- whatever." Katsuki facepalmed.

"A-ano.." You stuttered. "Kazui-chan gave me the address."

He was so focused on Kazui that he almost forgot that you were also here in his parent's house. So when his eyes gaze upon you, he can't help but blush a little which goes unnoticed by Mitsuki who smirks seeing this.

"Tsch." Katsuki tched. "Thanks for keeping Kazui safe."

"It's my responsibility as his teacher and babysitter." You smiled.

"I'm guessing you've met my old hag here," Katsuki mumbles as he scratches his cheeks.

Y/n was a bit distraught. She never focuses on what he is saying because Katsuki is covered in bruises, scratches, wounds, and dirt. She was tempted to heal him.

"Katsuki.." Y/n called out softly.

Katsuki stopped talking and looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"I apologize for cutting you, but I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bruises. It might get infected... Especially those open wounds.." Y/n said staring at Katsuki worriedly.

"Now that you mentioned it," Mitsuki spoke up. "You look terrible! I was just watching you and Eijiro defeat that villain! Why aren't you patched up!?"

Katsuki only rolled his eyes hearing his mother yell at him, but deep inside he kinda missed it. "Eijiro was getting patched up." Katsuki started. "I was going to as well when he fu-, mentioned Kazui. Since I made plans with Y/n as well, I thought of picking him up instead. But I realized it was a bit late, and looked around for them."

"Be glad that your son knows our address." Mitsuki sighed.

"Son, why don't you use your old bedroom and stay here for tonight?" Masaru walked towards them, smiling. "Your mother can help you with those while I prepare dinner. I'm sure Miss Y/n and Kazui are starving as well."

"A-ah! You don't have to-"

"That would be lovely!" Mitsuki beamed.

"Tsch." Well, it was not a bad idea. "Fine. Only because I'm exhausted."

"Alright then! I'll bring the aid kit while your father-

"Give it to Y/n," Katsuki said finally removing his combat boots.

"Ha?" Mitsuki was confused.

"She's a healer." Katsuki simply said making Y/n's eyes wide open.

"How did y-you know?.." Y/n stuttered.

"Doesn't matter," Katsuki said.

"Oh? That's very interesting, Y/n." Mitsuki smiled. "You can patch Katsuki in his room. I can finally spend time with my grandson!"

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Katsuki went to his old bedroom along with Y/n following him. He didn't expect his night to turn this way but he was a bit glad to have some a little privacy with Y/n.

"This is my old room," Katsuki said stopping in front of a door.

He slowly pushed the door open and switched the lights on revealing a tidy room with a bunch of Almight stuff around the room.

"I see a fan." Y/n giggled while they both walked into the room.

"Whatever," Katsuki answered. "Be thankful it's not like Izuku's." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I'll go shower." He said. "You can wait here. Just sit on the bed, I guess."

"Oh. I'll prepare the med kit while waiting for you." Y/n smiled.

"Alright. I'll be quick." Katsuki said and left.

A few minutes passed, and Katsuki got out of the shower fully clothed. He decided to just change in the bathroom so that it wouldn't create any awkwardness between him and Y/n. He also wore something that might help Y/n while she heals him.

"Would these clothes be a bother?" He asked slowly approaching Y/n who was comfortably sitting on the bed.

Hearing his voice shook her a little bit. Luckily she managed to hide it.

As she looked at Katsuki, her eyes widened on seeing what he was wearing. A loose black tank top along with what seems like sleepwear shorts stops a few inches above his knee.

"Oi."

Y/n blinked when he called out. "I-it's okay."

Katsuki sat across from her, not too close but not too far either. He watched how she took a bunch of stuff out of the kit as if she was familiar with what she was doing. Like a muscle memory almost.

"I have a question." Katsuki suddenly blurts out.

"Oh, uh. What is it?" Y/n asked while focusing on the liquid disinfectant.

"Why didn't you take the medical field?" As if hitting a sensitive spot, Katsuki noticed how her movements turned slow. "You don't have to answer if it's something sensitive." He quickly added.

"No, no. It's fine." Y/n smiled at him. "It's not sensitive as well." She said. "I just dont like seeing people die. Especially under my care." She sighed as the smile never left her lips. "I get attached easily which is not a good thing as a doctor, or so I was told. Haha."

While reading the formula of the disinfectant, Y/n managed to answer Katsuki. "I wanted to be a doctor. But since I am a very emotional person, I decided to just teach."

"Why didn't you tell me your quirk is healing?"

Y/n giggled remembering her reason.

"The hell is so funny about it, hah?" Katsuki was confused as to why she found his question amusing.

"Sorry!" Y/n apologized immediately. "I just think that you might find my reason foolish."

"I won't if you tell me." Katsuki tsked.

"Well. I watched you a lot on the television. All your interviews." Y/n started.

"Right," Katsuki smirked. "I forgot that you're a fan of Dynamight."

"S-shut it.." Y/n blushed. "Anyway," after clearing her throat, she continues, "Dynamight is a very protective person and doesn't want to cause any harm to anyone. Since my quirk causes self-harm, I know you'd be against it if I used it on you or Kazui when I started working for you."

She does have a point.

"So, the day you got home injured, I told Kirishima to not say a word when I both mended you two," Y/n explained while dabbing the liquid on a cotton ball.

"You think I'll let you use it on me, huh?" Katsuki said looking at her.

"H-huh?"

"Of course fucking not." He added and looked away. "You're precious to me. I don't want you getting hurt." He said while his face was turning red.

Y/n's face was worse though, hers was redder than tomato. "U-um.. Your a-arm, please.."

"Wha t do you even like about Dynamight, huh," Katsuki asked out of nowhere while he raised his arm and felt her gentle grasp on his skin. For some reason, it feels very comforting.

"What do I like about him?" Y/n smiled. "He was very passionate about saving people. I admire how bold he is in every situation. No matter what kind of villain he faces, he assures people that he'll defeat them. I just hate it when people misunderstand him just by judging him. They didn't know that without his hero suit, Dynamight was a very different person."

---

"Hey, Masaru." Mistuki called out while preparing the food with her husband.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru answered.

"Did you notice what Katsuki said earlier?" Mitsuki said pausing on washing the vegetables.

"Hm.." Masaru thinks for a second before answering, "Which part?"

"Katsuki said he has plans with Y/n." Mitsuki looked at Masaru as she said this. "I think Katsuki doesn't need our help."

Masaru just smiled at his wife. "Like I said, our son is smart."

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Happy New year, everyone!! I am back!!! I hope you like this part!

Thank you for all your patience! 🥺🥺

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