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sweetnans · 3 days

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love me already

Pairing: f. reader/bakugo katsuki Summary: dual POV where mc is tired of waiting for Bakugo to be truth and confess his feelings for her. tw: none. Just fluff and chaos.

"Y'know, I think I'll just tell Bakugo I like him." You were drunk, and a sort sense of boldness invaded you all of a sudden.

"Girl, don't do that." Mina put his hands on your bare thigh from your skirt ridden up. "Wait till you sober up"

You were hanging with Mina after a month of not seeing each other, being pro heroes tide up your schedule so you were out of reach most of the time, only reachable by the phone. You had a blast of a night, went clubbing, and drank while dancing like old times.

"He's playing with my mind, I swear," the words spurred out of your system, and you felt like you might start to cry in any second. "He's always sending texts and asking if I'm hurt after a fight and-"

"Hey! He doesn't do that to me!" Mina whined, putting his left hand above his heart.

"Exactly! He's this obsessive fucker who thinks he's better than everyone else, always so cocky and he had me wrapped around his fingers with the details that I know he only do to me, so obnoxious" you let a sigh trying to come down from your despertarion but something made you see red again. "And yet he'd never confessed! I'm tired Mina what if he's just playing with me and doesn't want anything serious just fuck with me and hop to the next. Maybe he thinks I'm playing hard to get, and now I'm kind of a challenge to him, you know the bastard"

Now you were upset.

"Mmhm, just give him some time. He has had a crush on you since we were at UA" Mina bit his nails and poured another glass for you.

"Exactly, that's what everyone says! His mom, his dad even Midoriya who can't catch a fucking clue even if it's tingling in front of his eyes. If He thinks I'm going to wait forever for him to grow a pair of balls? He's got another thing coming. " You downed the entire glass, and Mina hurried to pour another.

...

"She haven't talked to me in an hour," Katsuki stated, folding some papers on his desk.

"Man, it's her night off duty, I heard Mina said that they were going out tonight," Kirishima made a spun in his chair. "Partying and doing girl's shit"

Bakugo hated staying in the office so late, but the papers were not going to fill themselves out. At least Kirishima was there with him, trying to calm him down, but doing a pretty bad job.

"I swear if Mina let her fall into a ditch again I'm going to-"

"For fuck sake, bro!" Kirishima rolled his eyes, almost disappearing in his skull. "It was one time! Let it go. She was fine and giggling like a mad woman when you went to her rescue"

"I just worry about her," he grunted. "I'm a hero, that's my work"

"Yeah, with civilians, but she's a real hero, y'know." Kirishima pushed. Not in the six years that he'd seen Bakugo after you, has he been able to get the real confession out of his mouth.

Bakugo checked his phone again. Nothing.

...

"I'm going to get up there and tell him that I'm done waiting for him"

You didn't know how you convinced Mina into your crazy idea, but now you were outside, in front of your apartment's lobby, waiting for a cab.

"Don't you think you need to reconsider, maybe? You're tipsy honey, what if he's not even there" Mina tried to talk to you out of it, but she knew better, you were stubborn as hell, the least she could do was following you and making sure that, this time, you didn't end up in a ditch.

"He's there, he told me," you stopped a cab lifting a finger and told the driver the direction.

The way to Katsuki's agency was a haze. You remember looking at Mina, her eyes closed, trying to rest before the chaos breaks loose.

"Do you know what you are going to say?" She mumbled with her eyes closed and grabbed your hand to reaffirm her company and her friendship.

You had no idea.

...

"This is taking ages," Kirishima complained, trying to read the papers and arrange them by dates. "Why can't we just shred them and pretend it didn't happen?"

"The TV broadcasted the fight, you dumbass"

Katsuki was tired too, but he needed to make and fill the reports before tomorrow morning.

"Did she answered you?" Kirishima asked.

It was a lame night. He was practically locked up with his best friend all alone in his office. He had a purpose, and that was making him confess his love for you.

"No," he briefly checked his phone again before returning his eyes to the files. "What if she's in a ditch?"

"She's not!" Kirishima raised his voice qhile laughing, and Katsuki only grunted in response. "So what's the deal with her? You still like her or what?"

"Who told you I liked her in the first place?" He was smug about his answer, not giving away any hint of his real feelings for you.

"C'mon, everybody knows," something dark flowed into Kirishima's mind. He felt like a child poking a mad dog with a stick. "At least in our class, I mean, I remember Todoroki showing interest in her once, and you completely beat him up in spared fight, and Mirio that time he gave her a flower from the patio, you were fuming I still remember the red shade of angry in the tips of your ears"

"Keep working"

That phrase only gave him more fuel to continue the poking the beast game.

"Man, why don't you just be truth to yourself? Like, is it that hard to accept the feelings you have for her? She's amazing, smart, beautiful, She's a beast on the field and has a great heart. What's the problem, Dynamight?

He touched a sensitive fiber using his hero name. He always bragged about being the best, bold and facing everything, and everybody who dared to get in his way, but he was acting like a real pussy with you.

"I'm scared I'm not good enough, you happy?" He was upset, and Kirishima was astonished with his confession. He expected an angry gremlin yelling at him for being so annoying, spurring out his confession between variabilities of insults, but he didn't expect his best friend, the know it all and do it all feeling like he wasn't enough.

"Not enough? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? Yeah, of course you have a shitty attitude, but you care for her. You're the main example of manliness. You are always taking care of her, giving her your attention, making time for taking her out of a ditch while you were patrolling, I mean, I would've left her there" Kirishima joked to make Bakugo less worried about himself. "I'm telling you man, you are it for her, but you gotta hurry the fuck up because what you see in her, everybody could see it too"

In the quietness of his office, full of papers with his best friend, giving shitty but quiet good advice, he realized that he needed to tell you his feelings, he couldn't wait anymore time.

...

You sobered up real quick. Having the massive building in front of you in the middle of a cold and freezing night, returned every sense that you needed in your body.

"You are doubting" Mina established.

"I'm freezing," you counterattacked. "Why didn't you tell me to put some jeans on?"

The dancing and the drinking made you feel hot and raised your temperature and you knew it, so you put on a skirt before going out without thinking you would come out of the house after coming from the club.

The lights were on, in the floor where Bakugo's office was situated. If you squinted your eyes, you could even see the shapes of Kirishima's and Bakugo's bodies through the glass. Or you were just still drunk.

"He won't be there forever, and you're going to catch a cold if you keep us waiting here for something to happen," Mina urged, hugging herself to keep the cold out.

"You're right, it's now or never," you said, walking determinated into the big glass doors to make yourself in.

With Mina behind you, you pushed the doors, and the guard glanced at you. He recognized you and Mina immediately, but you two put your credentials out just for safety. He gave you a nod and you continued your way to the elevator.

"Are you nervous?" Mina asked while you pressed the elevator button.

"Like shit." You watched the countdown in red numbers above the elevator doors. The elevator was in Bakugo's floor so no one was around.

The ding in the elevator startled you a little, and the turmoil in your stomach didn't make it any better. Mina pushed you through the open doors and pressed the button to Bakugo's floor.

...

"Thank god it's done." Kirishima was spining in his chair while Katsuki looked for his stuff to bring them home with him. "Are you ready to face your true feelings?"

Kirishima didn't drop the topic after the big confession and the great advice, he kept pushing his best friend and giving him ideas on how to tell you, some of them were good and some of them were trash, but Bakugo just listened and ignored at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki growled lowly stuffing his belonging into his black backpack.

"Isn't it romantic? Like, after all this time, you could just walk in with a bouquet of flowers and, wait no, walking? That's lame. What about a white horse? Yeah, that's manly. " Kirishima was hopeless, and even though Bakugo showed a scowl at his words he was actually having fun.

"No horses, but maybe a bouquet will be cool," he was making peace with his own feelings. At the end of the day, what was the worst that could happen?

...

"I think I'm going to pee, shit," you pressed your bladder, and Mina laughed at you.

"You can't be serious right now, we are halfway," she said while you danced funny in front of her.

"I'm sorry I process my emotions somatically," you started to feel cloudy, and your hands started to sweat.

"Hey, relax. He's so into you, maybe he'll stand like a rock for the first three seconds but then he will be all over you confessing, don't worry, and if I'm wrong you can always have Shindo"

You made a gag.

"I hate Shindo," you told her.

"But he follow you like a puppy," Mina imitated a cute puppy joining his hands under her chin and poked out her tongue.

The elevator stopped with a big thump, and you feared in a good way. You had your adrenaline up, and there were still remains of booze in your system to give you a boost.

"It's time, big girl." Mina patted your shoulder and gave you a little push.

...

Kirishima stretched himself, and Bakugo took his backpack, grabbing the zipper of a back pocket to fetch the keys of his office to close it.

He was busy looking for the keys when Kirishima started patting him in the arm repeatedly.

"What?" He told him tired and with heavy eyes. Kirishima's eyes were the exact opposite of him. They were big and surprised, looking at the other side of the glass doors of his office.

He followed Kirishima's look and stopped in you.

At first, he thought it was a kind of a mirage, then he thought that maybe he was more tired than he realized, and then he thought that maybe it was a villain whose quirk was morphing into peoples body's.

Every thought ended at the sound of your voice.

...

You walked through the hallway, practicing a speech of what you were going to say to him. You did it over and over, stumbling words in your own mind. You were there, physically and mentally, ready to take all your feelings for him out. You couldn't chicken out.

You saw his figure in the last office at the end of the hallway, body contouring to grab something from his backpack.

Kirishima was the first to notice you, his eyes wide open at the sight of you two walking in the middle of the night like you owned the place. He gave multiple pats to Bakugo's arm, and from afar, you could notice that he was tired.

Maybe your boldness wasn't the best thing to do at that moment.

You couldn't make your way out because he turned his gaze from the backpack to you in a second. By his look, you could see the gears in his brain moving to give some sort of explanation of what was happening in front of him.

He opened the door, forgetting completely that Kirishima was in his way. The red-haired boy pushed him a little, giving him courage, not caring that his best friend kinda kicked him, stumbling against him.

You two were in the same hallway looking face to face. Your two best friends a step back making themselves a crowd in what was about to happen.

"What are -" Katsuki started disoriented, looking for proof or a mark that you were injured or hurt.

"Shut up," you told him. Katsuki was very surprised at your determined tone.

"I'm liking this already," Kirishima muttered behind Katsuki, grinning like the Chesire cat.

The silence between the four of you was something that was eating your bones. It wasn't awkward, but it was heavy. You told him to shut up, but you weren't talking either, and you knew it. All the speech that you practiced before vanishing from your mind.

"Are you-

"Are you going to love me already!?"

You spoke at the same time, but your message was clear. Mina was right, Katsuki stood like he was made of stone, rigid, stoic, not even a muscle moving from your confession.

You sounded desperate. You blamed your thoughts, your desire to go pee, that you were at least fifteen percent still drunk and that you were freezing. You wanted to get over this chapter in your life, you didn't want to fool around any longer and for that you needed to know if Katsuki was on the same page as you.

"Oh my god," Mina said, holding his face with both hands.

"Shh," Kirishima silenced her. "This is better than the ditch episode"

You could tell that the booze in your system worn off just by waiting for Katsuki's response. The tic tac in your intern clock made it impossible to bear the silence.

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to stay there forever?" You hurried him, trying to hide the anxious feeling that you felt coming out of your voice.

...

Kirishima kicked Bakugo's heavy boots to take him out of his trance. It worked.

You always said to him that you were half witch, at least, always feeling before it happened. He wandered if this was one of those situations.

"I'm-

It was the first time that he felt speechless. He knew you from head to toe, and now he noticed that you were under the effects of alcohol but sounded sure about it. The way that you let it out was some kind of outburst from the time he took to process what he really felt about you. He knew he treated you differently. He liked spending time with you, and he found himself checking his phone very often, looking for a message from you. He was whipped.

He saw your bottom lip quivering, and he knew he had to do something.

...

It happened quickly.

First, you throwing your feelings at him like it was a ball of fire, then his eternal silence, and after that, your guts twisting inside of you, your throat closing, your nose pricking and your bottom lip trembling.

It was over for your fantasies with him.

Was it the worst-case scenario? Yes. Will you be able to get over it? Absolutely. Will the healing process hurt? Like hell.

You were weighing your options when the sound of heavy boots against the carpeted floor woke you up from your suffering.

He was a mere inch from you. Your body and his body were separated by a thin layer of air. You could feel the air coming out from his nose, hitting your forehead. He was tall, and you were almost the size of a elf.

"Never call me out about what I already do"

That's everything that came out of his mouth before joining his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. He wasn't gentle, but the way that he grabbed you by both sides of your face made you float in your spot.

You didn't have the time to process what he said or why he said that, forgetting what you said first, but ignoring the cheerful sounds coming from your friends mouth, you could only concentrate in his mouth moving against yours. Finally.

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aakeysmash · 2 days

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prompt here; reader going on and on about how they never find someone and bakugou is just looking at them ready to snap

hehehe love this prompt tbh 🌸

"Katsukiii," you whine, throwing yourself on your best friend, who was previously chilling on his couch. He grunts, merely acknowledging you, before pushing your head away from his chest and keeping on scrolling through his phone. You've been best friends since kindergarten, and even if you're both adults now, when you're bored you just go to each other's house to do nothing together. You find comfort in knowing you can keep on being silent together, with no type of pressure whatsoever, and no need to find topics to dwell on either. Just pure, unfiltered and plain tranquility... well, kinda. After a few moments of silence, you start poking his cheek to gain his attention.

"Keep doing that and you'll find yourself missing a finger, fucker," he tells you, side-eyeing you. You immediately see his eyes glimmering. "Look," he says, turning his phone to make you watch a tiktok about a monkey slapping a baby. He chuckles, but when he sees you're confused he mumbles something along the lines of "you're always so fucking boring," then smacks your hand away from his cheek and keeps on scrolling while frowning.

"Find me a boyfriend," you suddenly tell him.

He snaps his head toward you. He must have heard you wrong. "The fuck you said?"

You huff, getting up and pacing around the room. "I mean, you know me, right?" you ask him, looking at him expectantly.

"Damn right I do, you've been pestering me for more than two decades," he answers, rolling his eyes. He gets up too, going toward his fridge to take out a water bottle.

"Then find me a man, since you know what I like," you say, following him.

He chokes on the water he is gulping down and you have to pat his back to make him stop coughing. "Why the fuck are you searching for a man?" he raspily says, glaring at you, hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath.

"Why wouldn't I search for a man?" you ask, tilting your head a little, still massaging his back. He just stares at you for a moment, but when your expression doesn't change he just lifts a finger and points at you from head to toe.

"Are you saying I'm ugly?!" you exclaim, giving him a hard slap on the back. He coughs again, caught off guard, shaking his head.

"I need love too, you know? The few men I've been seeing in the last, I don't know, three years, were all boring as heck," you complain, going back to the couch and sprawling yourself on it. "I just wish I had a big, strong man by my side, you know? Matter of fact, keep that in mind when you search for it, okay?" you continue, face smushed on the couch pillow, looking at his still crouching figure. Then you turn your body around and stare at the ceiling. "I want someone serious who I can build my future with. I'm tired of people who only want to fuck."

"Okay dumbass, but why are you fucking searching for a man?" he asks you, ignoring the sad tilt to your voice, getting closer. He crosses his arms and looks at your face, still standing up near the couch. From this view, he looks gigantic; his bulging biceps are almost bursting out his sweater, and you feel hotter the more you look up.

"Katsuki, do you want me to punch you in the face? I'm not that ugly," you say rudely, recalling what he just said and trying to focus on the words escaping your mouth.

"I did not fucking say that, yn" the blonde barks back, the vein in his temple pulsing. You just huff, annoyed, and close your eyes.

Everything is still for a while; then you feel movement beside you before feeling one of his calloused hands on your forehead. He barely touches you, but you feel his presence. You feel he's here, next to you, warm hand on your face, thumb barely tracing little circles on it, and it calms you down. He's always had this effect on you: you remember him driving all the way to your campus while you were still in college just to curse you out for stressing too much on exams, and it always worked back then too. You lean into his touch, sighing.

"I meant to say you don't have to search for a man, men should be searching for you. And generally speaking, you wouldn't have to search for a man if you just opened your eyes a little, dumbass," he says, softer than you ever heard him being. You turn your face a bit and do as he just said, finding yourself a palm of distance from his own face.

You keep on staring at each other for what feels like hours, his hand still tracing your features and gently massaging your scalp. You don't think you've ever seen him so relaxed. You both get closer to each other, losing yourself in the moment, when-

"You mean to tell me I have a stalker?"

He pushes your face on the couch, hard, before screaming at you to get immediately out of his house. You are thrown into a fit of giggles, and before he can get up you bring him down on you.

"I guess you’re big and strong enough for me," you say, smiling.

#this was soooo cheesyyyyyyy i'm sorry ihih #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n

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zanarkandskylines · 2 days

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So…….I’m still here. And then I had a dream with more lol.

Thinking about Bakugo buying himself a lingerie set to show off to you. He debates on what color you’d prefer, eventually settling for a classic black lace two-piece set. This was, after all, him testing the waters for your reaction.

He takes an extra long shower after his patrol shift, and even used your favorite moisturizer to prep for his surprise. Once your text lights up his phone that you’re finally on the way home, Bakugo strips out of his sweats and into the lingerie. He never thought he’d be into dressing up for you, but he felt sexy as hell - a foreign experience to him. The top accentuated his pecs, making them look bigger in the halter-top style while the matching lace shorts hugged his ass perfectly, showing off his toned thighs.

He saunters out into the kitchen and throws on his apron overtop the garment, moving to the stove to heat up the dinner he made for you earlier (and an excuse to have you speechless right when you walk in the door). It's the longest 10 minutes of Bakugo's life, waiting for the click of the lock to your shared apartment, and when he hears it, a full shiver of anticipation wracks his body.

Thank god for the extra stretch in the crotch, too.

"I'm home!" you call out from the entryway, tossing your keys onto the side table and kicking your shoes off.

"Sorry I'm late, paperwork was such a bitch to..." your words trail off into nothing when you round into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of your boyfriend's ass peaking out from the back of his apron. Bakugo snickers at your reaction, turning the heat off on the stove.

"Leave your mouth open any longer and I'll have'ta make use of it."

You're in disbelief, blinking rapidly to wake yourself up if this is a dream - and you pray it isn't.

"...you gonna just stand there or say somethin'?" Bakugo rasps, cheeks turning pink as he whips his head sideways to avoid eye contact. You clear your throat, attempting to compose yourself as you approach him, slinking your arms around his waist to untie the back of the apron and lifting it over his head. When it falls to the ground, you can feel the rush of arousal flooding your abdomen over the statuesque sight of his body.

"To hell with the leftovers, you're a whole goddamn meal, Katsuki."

You don't even give him time to respond before your lips crash onto his, pinning him against the kitchen counter and letting your hands wander over the fabric, groping his pecs and ass interchangebly.

"Hope you know what you're getting into," you mumble between kisses and biting his lower lip. "I'm gonna make you beg on your knees, and if you're a good boy, I'll reward you with whatever you want."

Bakugo can feel his body burning up at your demand, and his cock twitches at the way 'good boy' spills from your lips. Your pointer finger drags from his collarbone and stops under his chin, beckoning him to follow you back to the bedroom.

"You're buying more of these, immediately. In every fucking color."

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hanasnx · 2 days

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" DOUBLE BUBBLE DISCO QUEEN " — katsuki bakugou.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem bratty pink!reader ノ pussy whipped bakugou ノ established relationship ノ explicit sexual content ノ p in v ノ degradation: f receiving ノ reader has pink hair and pink style.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU didn’t know what to make of you at first. He’d never admit you were intimidating, but your commitment to one color made him nauseous. Pink was everything he saw you sport, as if you couldn’t have a style outside of it. Even your hair sprouted from your scalp in a soft pink shade. Regardless of his initial apprehension, somehow he was roped into a relationship with you. Now he carries your many bags, opens doors for you, holds your hand when you start yapping too much. You annoy him, and yet he sticks with you.

He’s come to respect you, and even like you a little bit. Not that you give him any choice. He can’t be fooled by your soft appearance, you’re just as domineering as he is. You’re spoiled rotten, and high maintenance as hell. It’s taken him loads of tries to get it right, to treat you exactly how you believe you deserve to. It’s difficult—next to impossible—but you make it worth it, don’t you?

When you spread those legs, all pretty and eager for him, things go quiet. For once, things go his way. Katsuki’s never considered himself to be a pussy-driven guy until he met you. Suddenly, he’s letting you bully him into all kinds of things just for a glimpse of that kitty. He’d feel shame if his mouth wasn’t watering right now staring down at those drippy lips, open and waiting for him.

“C’mon, Katsu. Wanna feel you.” you whine with a coy smile to your lips, impatient and brows upturned. Just as you wiggle your hips enticingly, mean and callused hands envelope them, pinning your ass to the mattress.

Gripping the base, he feeds himself into your hole, sniffing out the give until you moan just from the stretch, and he sighs with goddamn relief. As if he’s finally getting payback for everything you throw at him. You’re a damn bitch, and you know he thinks so, but getting this tight cunt gives you a blank slate. After he’s good and fucked his fill, he’ll be ready to take your attitude again. For now, he keeps a palm over that smart mouth of yours, just so you don’t ruin the moment.

“Mmf—“ he grunts, scooping an arm under your knee to pick your leg up, giving himself a little more room inside you. “Even this princess pussy’s a brat…Clenching down on me.” he speaks through his teeth, rutting in and out to hollow out a space for himself. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?” A bold-faced lie, but you take it anyway, nodding to him. Anything to get him to keep going, anything to get him to make you loosen up so he can fuck you for real. His palm over your mouth remains, and you smell his sweet scent of sweat.

“Running me ‘round, dangling this cunt in front of me knowing I’ll do whatever for it. Tch, you’re so damn annoying.” His words in your ear sends a powerful shudder down your spine, fluttering your eyelashes. You slick, lubing up his entry as he keeps pushing in and in. Even without seeing his face, breathing hard through your nose over his third pinky knuckle, you can feel him grin next to you. You know it's wolfish just from the sound of his reply, “You like hearing that shit, huh?” His husky voice grates your ears and you whimper pitifully under his weight.

His hips increase their fervor, getting excited over the new room in your hole, setting an immediate bruising pace just to be a jerk.

“For someone so spoiled, struttin’ ‘round like you can buy anything you want with daddy’s money, you sure like gettin’ called out on it.” That's what he's here for.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

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pretty-sparkle-bomb · 3 days

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bakugo calling y/n a pet name for the first time?

ohhhhhh i like the sound of this.

The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds. You were locked in a mock battle with Kirishima, sweat dripping down your brow as you dodged his hardening quirk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of blond hair and heard that familiar angry voice.

"Oi, dumbass! You call that fighting? Put some damn backbone into it!"

Bakugo landed next to you, explosions popping off his palms in a wild production. You gritted your teeth, momentarily distracted. Kirishima took his chance, landing a solid hit that sent you stumbling back.

"Ugh, thanks for the distraction," you rolled your eyes, wiping sweat from your face with your arm, as you shooed Kirishima away.

Bakugo scoffed. Then, to your surprise, he leaned closer, his voice dropping a bit.

"Listen up, dollface," he grumbled, using a low tone that sent shivers down your spine for a reason entirely different than his quirk. "Don't let shitty hair distract you. I need you fired up for the real fight." he pointed to himself, grinning with pride at seeing your flustered face.

Heat rose to your cheeks, not just from the exertion. It was the first time Bakugo had ever addressed you with a pet name. "R-real fight, huh?" you stammered, trying to focus on anything but the way his crimson eyes seemed to glint with something other than annoyance for a moment.

Bakugo smirked , a rare sight that sent your heart into a double-time beat. "Yeah," he conceded, his voice back to its usual arrogant lilt, "against whoever's weak enough."

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Oh yeah, bring it on, 'Suki. Just try to keep up with me this time, mkay?"

He blew up :)

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slayfics · 1 day

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Ok… on the topic of fights with Shinso. I’ve had this scene of Shinso and Bakugo fighting over reader for awhile now. It would be the dirtiest fight in existence. Bakugo who is use to spewing out insults can’t say a damn word due to Shinso’s quirk. While Shinso is pulling out all the voices to piss Bakugo off.

But not just any voice, your voice.

And it’s not just your voice. It’s your moans, and your moaning Shinso’s name.

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itgetzweird08 · 10 hours

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“Damn- already Bakugo? The movie isn’t even over!”

Denki whined, grabbing the remote to pause the comedy that was playing on the tv. It was movie night in the dorms, a way for the class to bond and decompress after classes. Everyone was huddled together, wrapped in blankets and sharing snacks. All accept Bakugo, who scowled at his yellow haired friend.

“It’s my bed time. I’ll see you nerds in the morning.” Denki huffed, crossing his arms as he muttered about Bakugo’s old man behavior. But Kirishima smiled, giving him a short wave and a “sleep well Baku-bro!”. The rest of the class also sent their goodnight wishes as Bakugo headed to his room.

It was only 8:30, which was a bit early even for Bakugo. He usually headed to bed around 9, but tonight was special.

When he got to his room, he locked his door and walked to his mirror, making sure his hair was to his liking and that there was no popcorn in his teeth. When he caught himself fretting over his appearance, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, wiping his sweaty palms on his jogging pants. ‘The fuck am I worried for? It’s just a Skype call’. And while he was right, it was just a call, it was a call with /you/.

You and Bakugo had been dating long distance for the past year and a half.

You met at the I-island convention, where you two got into a friendly competition at one of the challenges. After you managed to beat him at his own game, he recruited Mina to find you on social media. Anyone who could beat him was special..and it didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot. However, his heart sank when he found out that you were actually from America. Still, he decided to follow and dm you anyways..which you promptly answered. The two of you have been talking non stop ever since.

What was just messaging turned into calling, then FaceTiming, to full on movie nights where you would count down to try and start the movie at the same time. And while it was inconvenient, it was fun. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Which is why he was always promptly on time for your calls. You had both been busy that week, so you weren’t able to talk as much as you normally did, which is why you scheduled the call. With the time difference, you would be slowly waking up to get ready for school while he was going to bed. He was able to tell you about his day, while he watched you get ready for yours.

The time difference was a hard challenge to navigate, but you made it work. Talking to eachother was the high light of both of your days. You loved seeing his face and hearing his voice, even if it was virtual and he loved the same. You were both very meticulous in nature as well, making sure that your times were aligned to get the most out of your talks as possible. That way, it always felt like enough.

And while it would be nice to hold him, to see his face in person, to kiss him..this was enough for now.

Bakugo hopped into his bed, plugging up his phone before pressing call and waiting for you to answer. And when you did, he was met with sleepy eyes and a warm smile. He could’ve sworn his heart was doing actual backflips.

“Hi Kats..”

“Morning dumbass”

You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at his teasing. And just by seeing your smile he knew, that until he could get to you, this would be enough for him.

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ismartiegirl300-blog · 3 days

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Shdhdhdbd this has been long forgotten about but surprisingly enough I still remember the request.

If you could, would it be okay if you did a reader who was having g flashbacks of the abused from an ex and Bakugou found them in the middle of the room crying and shaking just pretty much shutting down?

I would be happy to! I love this submission.

Synopsis: Bakugou finds you in a state of distress because you've had a flashback of your abusive ex.

Tags: fluff, little bit of angst, comfort, femreader, adult pro hero Bakugou

Warnings: abuse mentioned, ptsd flashbacks, blood

You had been with Bakugo for about four months now. Meeting the Pro Hero had come as a total surprise in your life, something that at the time you weren't sure you were ready for, but a risk you had taken all the same. How well that risk had paid off.

Sure Bakugo was... well rough around the edges. But he was also so attentive and thoughtful, even when you didn't think he was paying attention. He memorized your schedule, watched all your favorite shows and he had even learned how to cook your favorite foods. What's even more is that he knew about your past. He listened when you had talked about your ex, he wiped away the tears that had streaked down your face and assured you that he would never take you for granted or lay a hand on you.

Well your lease had just ended and even though it was kind of fast, when Bakugou had offered, you decided to move in with him. So that's how you found yourself organizing your dresser, newly placed in Bakugou's huge bedroom. As you pulled your clothes from a stack of cardboard boxes, you heard your boyfriend come into the room.

Bakugo was in gray sweatpants and a black tank top and you could hear his barefoot hit the wood floor as he rounded the corner. As you looked over at him you couldn't help but suppress a smile. Bakugou was carrying a vase of fresh flowers.

"Katsuki... what's this?" You said grinning.

"Just-" he walked over to you, "-a gift-" he pulled you in by your waist, "-for my girlfriend." He planted a small kiss on your lips as he handed you the vase.

You giggled as you grabbed the vase with one hand and embraced him with the other. He smiled down at you, still holding you close, giving you those puppy dog eyes that the rest of the world never got to see.

"You're in a romantic mood... what's brought this on?" You asked as he nuzzled his face in your neck, planting little kisses there.

"You saying I'm not romantic?" He asked as he pulled back, pouting.

"Well..." You teased

"Pfft I'm romantic... I'm really fucking romantic..." He said as he lowered his head to kiss you on the lips, harder this time. You let out another laugh.

"Alright alright Katsuki! You win. Now I've got to get all this stuff put away, so if you don't mind... I don't need the distraction right now." You said, using your free hand to push him away slightly. He huffed grumpily in response before kissing you again and then leaving the room. You smiled as you watched him go, vase in hand. You shook your head but then the vase slipped from your grasp, the glass slippery.

The vase hit the floor and shattered. All of the sudden you felt your instinct kick in as your mind flashed back to a glass exploding on a wall beside your head. That had been a particularly bad day for him... and then he made it a particularly bad day for you. You leaped back from the broken vase on the ground, your heart pounding fast in your chest, but you smacked your back on the open dresser drawers. Pain shot up your spine and more memories flooded your consciousness. Being thrown against the wall, the sounds of your own whimpering. You fell onto your hands and knees as you cried out, white hot pain seared across your vision. But the broken glass was all over the floor and you had hit the ground hard, the glass embedding itself in your hands and knees, the scratches it had made on your feet just seconds ago still going unregistered. You felt yourself clam up, all the noise, all the pain mixing. You were short of breath. All you could think of was escape. Your mind throwing your dark experiences right back at you. How? How could you make the moment end? Your spine hurt. You looked down at the little specks of blood on the shattered glass and scattered flowers around you. You remembered cleaning similar specks before. You had been fine a few seconds ago, happy even. But didn't it usually only take seconds for moods to change? The pain, the noise and the rush of your own thoughts and adrenaline was too much for you and you started crying.

"Babe what happened?!" You heard a yell from the other room and you froze. Suddenly you heard running. No no no no no no no. You heard a smack on the doorframe and you flinched.

"OW! What the hell?!" Katsuki said as he hopped into the room, clutching one foot he had just smacked in his rush to get to you. He had just left the room and was going back to the kitchen when he heard the glass shatter, the big slam and your cries of pain. He had turned right around and run back to the room to find you on your hands and knees panting, small whimpers escaping you.

"Hey what... are you okay what happened?" Bakugou said rushing over to you, his hand going to grab your arm but you jerked away from him quickly. You scrambled back until you hit the bedframe and you looked up at him wildly, your hair sticking to your face, your breathing hard and shallow.

Bakugou put his hands up. He looked at you.

"Hey... it's okay." He said quietly, his eyes wide with surprise. He saw you swallow hard. He scooted a little closer to you. "It's just me... I'm not going to hurt you." He reassured you as he got closer. Slowly he brushed the hair out of your face and cupped it, looking into your eyes.

"I...I... I don't know..." Your brain was trying to reboot, to take itself out of fight or flight. But you couldn't explain, you couldn't think clearly. You began to sob and Katsuki gently wrapped his arms around you. His grip was firm but gentle. Like he was holding something precious, something fragile. His warmth enveloped you and you sobbed into his chest as he pulled you in. It wasn't an angry heat, but a heat like a fire, warming you to your core. You felt him stroke your hair and kiss your head and you sobbed harder. You felt so dumb. You had only dropped a vase. When episodes like this happened it felt like all the progress you had made since leaving your ex was just erased. That awful man would still find ways to hurt you even after he was gone.

"I'm sorry Katsuki..."

"It's not your fault."

"The flowers, they're ruined... and the vase... I couldn't even... after all this time... I just..."

"I'll buy you more flowers and another vase. Don't worry Y/N. You're okay. I don't blame you. The only thing I want is to help you."

You breathed deeply and let out a shaky long breath. Katsuki was surprisingly good with words, when he wanted to be. Your hands clutched at his shirt, as if holding on for dear life. You nuzzled your head into his chest as you tried to calm down and stop crying.

A few minutes later you found yourself in the bathroom, sitting on the sink while Bakugou sat on a stool in front of you with a pair of tweezers, pulling out the bits of glass that had embedded themselves in your knees and hands. He was wearing glasses. Something he doesn't like the rest of the world to know about. You stared down at his concentrated face as he collected the glass in a paper towel. After he'd plucked the last piece of glass from your hands you moved to cup his face. He looked up at you past the rims of his glasses, his eyebrows raised.

"Thank you." You said before planting a kiss on his lips.

He kisses you back, eyes closed. His kiss conveying a message you could now hear loud and clear:

I'm gonna take care of you. Always.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff

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baby-success · 3 hours

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#oikawa x reader #vhope #tbhk #cory monteith #bakugo x reader #librarians #peraltiago #sabrina spellman #dakota fanning #tobey maguire #3ds #gym #stephen king

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laugh-without-face-investment · 1 day

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#zayn malik #tbhk #bud #jyj #art hoe #long distance relationship #cory monteith #zendaya #bakugo x reader #librarians #peraltiago

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serotonins-stuff · 5 months

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He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he cant help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you noticed the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoed from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

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katsukiizmoon · 1 year

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

#<3 I’m ovulating teehee #gochujang #boba time #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x yn #bakugo x you #bakugou self insert

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zanarkandskylines · 1 day

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Imagine sitting at Bakugo’s kitchen table for breakfast with him after spending the night, a few months into dating, and out of nowhere he goes, “dammit. I think I love you.” You spit out the cereal he’s given you while he laughs before taking your hand, looking you dead in the eyes before confessing, “M’serious. I love you.”

#I’d launch myself into the sun and come back to earth on fire #like me????#ME!?#katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #my hero academia

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hanasnx · 11 hours

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" DON'T BURY THOUGHTS THAT YOU REALLY WANT " — katsuki bakugou.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established coworker relationship ノ sexual and suggestive content: dirty talk ノ degradation: m+f receiving ノ body shame joke.

You’ve known pro-hero DYNAMIGHT for years now, and he just started paying attention to you in ways you notice. Admiring him from afar was easy, but closing in was another matter entirely; working alongside one another got you in the same proximity, and he was forced to acknowledge you. He treated you like any other person he meets, and after studying him, you figured out an in.

Instead of a simple, “I’ll kick your ass!” from him when you’ve pissed him off, you’ve devised your own special language with him. Miraculously, he doesn’t seem to give you the impression you’ve gotten the best of him. Instead, you’re rewarded with hateful but sexual confessions. Now when you piss him off, his and your special brand of understanding and humor have turned a violent warning into a disgusting promise. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” he tells you.

If anyone was listening in, they’d think you and him have entered some romantic relationship, completely inappropriate to your professional standings. On the contrary, you’ve trained him to speak to you in a way that pleases you without him even knowing. Now your banter with him consists of angry flirting, and he still believes he’s making threats. Out on the battlefield he shamefully critiques your poor choices with something along the lines of, “Was gonna fuck your brains out tonight, but it looks like my job’s already done!”

You wear it proudly. You’ve managed to get the great Katsuki Bakugou to do what you want him to. After a long, arduous process groomed by your consistent schedule with him, spending time together observing him as you work alongside one another, you’ve done it. In place of him calling you a simple idiot, he tells you you’re lucky you’re hot.

A “fight” with him, looks like a horny situationship from the outside, publicly debuting your desire for one another like PDA-obsessed freaks. You delight in it, while he remains oblivious. At least you thought he was. More and more, he leans into this little share of humor you two have going on, wit that leads you into suspicion.

“You look like shit. Maybe if you slept over at my place, I would’ve tired you out enough to get you to bed at a decent time.” Bakugou notes, passing you as if he’d relayed the weather. Brows furrowed, you pivot your head to watch the back of his while he strides on. It’s unusual that he’d phrase it that way, regarding it as opportunistic rather than domineering. You shrug it off under the basis he’s just evolving the jokes, he’s not extending an offer.

The next day isn’t so different, sitting across from him at the table in a meeting you’re both early for. His body language is lax as always, an elbow hooked behind a corner of the chair, his glove at his belt, legs spread far. Taking up as much space as possible, whereas your hands are clasped neatly on the surface in front of you. You can tell he’s reading you, those crimson eyes unapologetically scrutinizing your erect posture and a cruel grin stretches one side of his mouth. Sighing impatiently through your nose, you call him out on being a creep. “What? What’re you lookin’ at, Bakugou? You want me or something?” you call upon that unique sense of sexual humor, hoping to trip him up.

No such luck. He snickers, and leans back in his chair to cross his thick arms across his wide chest. A pose that leaves you gulping, and he visibly notices how your eyes wander for a milisecond. “Whatever guy you’re fucking is doing a shit job because you’re still a bitch with a stick up your ass.” Has he been cooking that up this whole time? He looks mighty pleased with himself.

“Don’t be a pig, Dynamight. Who I’m sleeping with is none of your concern.” you retort, and you’re not beating the bitchy allegations. You stick your nose in the air in spite of yourself, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him teetering on the back legs of his chair. So you peer at him a little more deliberately while you’re faced away. “Unless you want a piece, that is.” A much more subtle flirt, gauging his reaction to such a timid offer.

Meanly, he scoffs. “‘A piece?’” he parrots. “What, a piece? Of that little thing? The fuck am I supposed to do with that, huh? Ass like that you’ll have to work for it.”

“Bakugou!” Somehow, he went a little too far that time. A pang of hurt is uncharacteristic to experience, and yet it twists your heart. You mask it, trying to match his energy in a way you can manage. “Are you just gonna comment on my body or are you gonna do something with it?”

“Oh, I’m gonna do som’thin’ with it, alright. I’m gonna do som’thin’.” A greedy expression shifts his features, eyeing you up like you’re a meal, a prey. Maybe he's catching on to you... And before he can explain and you can rebuke, other heroes enter the meeting room, and all four legs of his chair land with a slam.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

then your name was brought up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ow !”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

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slayfics · 2 days

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Would you consider writing a pro hero!bakugo x pro goth reader fic. Like maybe where they meet on a mission or something.

Katsuki meets a pro goth hero.

550 words

Katsuki was on the scene within seconds of the call. A villain on the move attempting to get away. Not a high-grade villain, so it was going to be an easy task. Either way, Katsuki was glad for the excitement on his patrol shift.

A loud bang and he flew into the alleyway where the villain was last spotted. But he didn’t find a fleeing villain, instead, he was met with a sight that made his ears go hot.

Another pro had beaten him to the scene. The villain was plastered against the floor the pro straddled on top of him pinning him from escaping.

“Where did your friends go?!” You yelled giving the villain a shake.

The villain only mumbled with a flush face, blood trickling from his nose, as you continued to interrogate him, unintentionally bouncing atop him as you yelled and shook him.

Katsuki huffed at the sight. Did you not notice the villain was way too flustered to say anything sensical?

Katsuki didn’t blame the villain. Your slick black hero outfit left little to the imagination. Curves fully displayed and plump breasts pushed together from the tight fit.

You may have thought you were punishing the villain, but this looked more like a reward to Katsuki.

The longer he watched the scene the harder it was to keep his thoughts about work. Your long black hair swayed as you yelled, full lips adorned in shiny black lipstick.

It was a sharp contrast to the usual girl pros he was used to with bright preppy colors that made his eyes squint. Your costume dilated his pupils and shallowed his breath, and no matter how hard he tried to redirect his thoughts he wondered what you’d look like on top of him instead.

“I said where are your friends?!!” You yelled again, obviously to Katsuki’s gaze.

“Think we’ll have better luck if I ask 'em,” Katsuki said, alerting your attention.

You dropped the villain and his head slammed against the ground. His nose still spewing blood.

“Oh, are my methods not good enough for the Great Dynamite?” You teased, eyebrow raised, you stepped off the villain.

Your attitude caught Katsuki off guard, but he found himself clenching his fists as his throat dried.

“Just sayin' I don’t think that nosebleed is because ya hit him in the face, pretty sure he’s not thinking with his head right now,” Katsuki spoke ignoring your jab.

“Alright then, show me how it’s done little fuse,” you taunted and sat up on one of the garbage bins. Legs crossed you gestured to the villain lying dizzy on the floor, indicating for Katsuki to give it a go.

Katsuki scoffed at your nickname pretending to be annoyed, but it made his eyes darken, and cheeks flush.

Katsuki picked up the villain in one hand, lighting up a blast in the other. “Speak or ya gonna be hurting even worse,” he demanded.

“Fuck ok- they are hiding in the dive bar two streets over! They were supposed to wait for my signal,” the villain confessed.

“Was that so hard,” Katsuki taunted, slamming the villain back on the floor and knocking him out.

“Oh, so you like it rough,” you taunted.

What kind of hero were you, Katsuki thought. Mustering up his best eye roll he answered, “Yeah I do- and if you want to meet me later, I’ll show ya there’s nothing little about me.”

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