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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 month

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Izuku Midoriya!jealousy fic will be out soon‼️ Who else would y’all like me to write for??

If I made C.Ai bots for my story, would y’all like that? Let me know. <33

I’m alive!!! I’ll write some stuff soon.

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izukumidoriyashusband · 8 months

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S. Aizawa,, Silence (Requested)

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Shouta Aizawa x Male yandere!reader

Word count: 678

Characters mentioned: Shouta Aizawa

note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. Do not repost anywhere, I do not mind reblogging, please and thank you. @izukumidoriyashusband

tw !! : Gags, Abusive behaviors, hitting, Weird and obsessive behaviors, and I think that’s all. As always, let me know if there's more. No quirk AU. Threats.

I don’t know what this is because I’m writing this early asl. I’ll look back at this and be like ‘wtf’ but whatever. Also uh I don’t condone anything here. Please treat people with respect!

Aizawa had a long day. Running errands for you, making sure that everything was just like you wanted it, and even going to drop off some paperwork at your job for you. Thing is, it was a little challenging because he hadn’t talked to anyone all day. He had a black surgeon mask on and he’s been telling everyone that he’s sick merely by shaking his head and pointing at his throat, they usually catch the hint.

He came home a few hours later and there you were. You looked at him with a slight look of resentment. “So, how was your day? You talk to anyone? Don’t let me find out you did.” You say in a low voice.

He shook his head as he held out some of the things you asked him to buy. Such as the books you wanted, some pens, some new ink for your printer, and more. “Put it on the table.” You speak in a rather irritated voice that sends chills up his spine despite not being mad at all. Aizawa does so then sits down before removing his mask.

“Hm? Nobody noticed this gag?” You ask as you fiddle with it. “I was certain it would poke through the mask. Even though it’s a KN95 mask, I thought maybe it would look weird. Your hair does a great job of hiding it as well. Maybe I should send you outside without the mask and just the gag.” You tease and Aizawa looks down at his lap. Tired and worried.

“Why so down? You’re not happy to see your man? Oh maybe there’s another man you saw today. Is that why you were so content with wearing your gag? You wore it for someone else, didn’t you?” You grip his chin tightly and force him to look at you. You take the gag from out of his mouth and strings of saliva follow it.

“I haven’t spoken to anyone today.” “Did I say you could speak to me?”

He looks at you for a moment before shaking his head.

“Open.” You say and he obeys. You shoved a cloth in his mouth. “Keep it in. Bite down.”

He does just that.

“I hate having to do this to you. You do this to yourself. I want you to know that.” You say softly.

“Funny thing is, you think you can leave me. Don’t you?”

He shakes his head and for some odd reason, you raise your hand. You don't strike him. You raise it and he looks at you. Need to mention, you’re frankly bigger than Aizawa.

He looks at your hand then at you.

“What? You think I won’t do it?” You ask with a slight smirk.

He doesn’t even get the time to answer before you strike him. His head is now facing the right, your left. You gripped his hair and pulled him towards you. “I mean this when I say it, if I have to cut that pretty tongue out because you cannot keep your mouth to yourself, I will. Talk to another man if you want to, you must not value yourself.” You say as you reach over and grab the box on the table. “Open.” You say and he does, the cloth falling out. You open the box and place another gag in his mouth. “Mm. I like this one. It’s all bright and red, ball gags are my favorite.” You look at him for a moment before taking it out and putting on a black ring gag.

“It’s basic but it’s pretty.”

You kiss his face.

You look in the box once more. “I didn’t know I had the gag with hooks. What is that called again? Ah. Fish hook gag? Maybe it’s called something differently, I dunno.”

You take the gag out of his mouth and replace it with that one. “This makes you the prettiest, my god. It’s also easy access hm?” You rest your hand on his chin. “My man.. I’ll treat you right today. Just.” You chuckle.

“Lean back and let me do the rest.”

#aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha x male reader #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader

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izukumidoriyashusband · 8 months

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So like — I’m back again.💀

I’ll post soon— that’s my fault.

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izukumidoriyashusband · 10 months

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I’M STILL HERE. I just don’t really know what to write about. I remember that I have to make a pt 3 of one of my fics so that’ll be up god knows when.

If y’all want, y’all can give me requests. I’ll write any mha, JJK, AOT, ffs. It could be headcannons or maybe you have a little plot you wanna see written. Just let me know <33

I write anything as long as the concept isn’t too dark. I write yandere plots too.

#deku x you #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x you #bnha deku x you #deku x reader #izuku midoriya fluff #izuku midoryia x you #izuku x reader #mha x reader #bnha bakugou x you #bakugou x you #mha requests #bnha fluff #denki kaminari imagine

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izukumidoriyashusband · 10 months

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Amazing — I’d love to see more <33

— Darlin’ I Don’t Wish You Well, When You Ain’t w Me (pt 2/SMAU)

Ex!Bakugo x gn!reader

TW; Swearing, Bakugos kinda toxic, readers kinda mean to him but for good reason

Note: Part 1 is here ! Briefly implied Hispanic!Sero

⇶ After you break up with Katsuki, he doesn’t get it through his thick skull that y’all are broken up

⇶ To him, you’re just having a really bad fight, and if he apologizes enough and cleans up his act everything will go back to normal

⇶ Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t be texting your phone the way he is

⇶ But not having you is eating him alive, to the point where his friends are reaching out just to tell you how bad he’s doing

(Bakugos texts are meant to be about 3 days after the break up, Minas come a day or two after his)

⇶ After about a week, he starts acting like he’s over it and doesn’t care, but he does

⇶ And just two months later, he sees you talking to someone new in a more than friendly way and his blood boils.

⇶ He still plays it cool, but he’s saying all types of hair about your new person

⇶ Katsukis sadness quickly turned into arrogance, he just can’t find it in him to be sad all the time anymore when you’ll never find anyone better

⇶ Despite your efforts to avoid him, there come times where you’re forced to interact with him

⇶ You’re always a bit aggressive towards him to let him know you’re not gonna put up with anything he may try

⇶ But you can’t help but feel a bit guilty about it since he never shows an ounce of aggression or even dislike for you, even after everything

⇶ Katsuki is still as sweet to you as ever, still calling you pet names and treating you like royalty out of habit

⇶ You get mad at him for it, but he keeps doing it even if he doesn’t really mean to (but he kinda does)

⇶ He makes an effort to communicate, and you’re always so bland with him but he never lets up

⇶ His soft spot for you is still as tender as ever, and your soft spot for his is too because you nearly fold more than a few times

⇶ Katsuki gets more than a little crazy over you… but you know it’s his own kind of love

⇶ It’s a different side of him, really. Sure he went a little overboard when people were getting a little too cozy with you in front of him, but never like this

⇶ Before he was just trying to make sure you were secure, and he still is, but in a much more desperate and aggressive way

⇶ None of that aggression was towards you, of course, but he’d be damned if someone else took his spot

⇶ Not that you’d let them, right?

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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I. Midoriya,, confession pt.2

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Izuku Midoriya x Male!Reader

Word count: 564

Characters mentioned: Izuku Midoriya

Part one.

tw !! : Harsh language, closet-ish reader?, touching, I don’t know what else. Just let me know. Mean! Reader.

Summary:

Izuku has liked you for years, he confesses to you and you reject him. What does this mean for your friendship? Are you still friends or will you become strangers? Who knows. Let’s find out.

It’s been about a month or so since you and Izuku last spoke.

Oh how it hurt him…

It’s not like you haven’t tried to speak with him, to apologize, to make everything right, but he dismisses you as if you don’t exist.

It hurts you.

Now Izuku finds himself in front of your dorm room. He takes a deep breath as he knocks softly.

“Coming!” Your voice can be heard loudly from the other side.

You go to the door. Izuku hears the lock click as the door opens.

You stand in front of him in all your glory.

You’re looking down at him.

Shirtless.

You have a pair of gray sweatpants that hang off your waist and reveal your defined V-line.

Your hair wet from when you showered, it covers your eyes but he can still see your piercing gaze.

You watched as Izuku’s eyes studied you.

Studied your body.

His eyes reached all the way down to your V-line before you put a finger under his chin, redirecting his eyes back to yours.

You move your hair out of your face, “my eyes are up here.” You speak softly.

Izuku’s face flushes with red as he nods. “Y-yea I’m sorry!” Izuku turns to leave but you grab him. You pull him close to you, his back against your chest.

“Why must you run from me?”

You turn him around and step out the doorway. “Come in, Izuku.”

The sudden seriousness of your voice makes deku shiver as he walks in. You shut the door behind him and sigh.

“Speak.”

“Y-Y/N, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been avoiding you and I get that you may be mad at me but I.”

He loses his breath as he feels your hands on his waist.

You lean forward, his face flushes as you get closer to his face, he can feel your breath as you are now only a few inches away. About two, maybe three.

“W-what?” Izuku begins to talk as you just laugh. “Fuck your apology.” You say in a cold, rough tone. As you let go of him and move away from him.

“Y/N, please hear me out.”

“I don’t need to hear you out. You’re really full of shit, you know that? You avoid me, you don’t speak to me, all because of some dumbass crush that WE could’ve worked through.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is that easy, Izuku. You made it difficult. Shit did you ever think that maybe I wasn’t ready to be with you? I’m here to be a hero that’s a lot of weight as it is but this? That’s another thing. A whole other thing.”

Izuku listens to your words intensely. The words that stood out to him was “I wasn’t ready to be with you.”

This made his heart race.

“Shit, you’re the closest friend I got. I called you my brother, this shit feels weird and I don’t like it. We were close..” You speak softly. “I am in no position to feel a damn thing for you.”

“Why do you have to be like that? Can’t you accept what is—“

“No! I can’t because there’s not really anything to fucking accept!”

“You’re in denial, Y/N.” “Fuck you, Izuku.” You scoff, moving Izuku out of your dorm and slamming the door in his face.

Where does this put you two? What happens now? Who knows. (Requests are open!!)

#deku x you #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x you #bnha deku x you #deku x reader #izuku midoryia x you #izuku x reader #mha x reader #Izuku Midoriya x reader angst #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #mha angst #mha x yn angst #bnha x you

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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Masterpiece 🥹‼️

Title: The Bed We Made is Cold Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader Includes: nsfw (mentioned), alcohol, manipulation?, argument, breakup, angst? idk 1.3k words PB’s Masterlist

Izuku watched you, resting his cheek on his palm, as you caught your breath, a dizzy smile on your face. The gin flushed his cheeks, but it fell off you hours ago; he was much more lightweight than you. His fingers strayed beneath the sheets, caressing the inner part of your thigh, catching a hint of the mess you two made. You closed your eyes, growing bored of the ceiling fan but smiling nonetheless at the tickling of his callused pads.

Second time this month. Two times a month was the regular, sometimes three if a week was particularly sluggish; it was routine, one you both agreed on.

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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Top tier 🥹

Bruises & Bitemarks Ch.2

“Did you get stabbed?” You ask, knowing the answer to your own question.

"No, I got a papercut at the office. Of course, I got fucking stabbed." He replied sarcastically.

Bakugou X Reader, Mafia au

A03 / Prev Ch.

General warnings for Chapter: Cursing, Drinking, Pet Names, Adult Situations, Slight Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Dymanic, Mentions of Kidnapping, Foreplay, Vaginal fingering, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Domestic Fluff, Mention of other Kinks, Slight Angst.

It had been almost a month since you had your very bizarre meeting with Bakugo. The fact that you had come so close to an apparent mafia boss, was still rattling around in your mind. When you were dropped off that evening by Kirishima, you found out his real name you did look Bakugo up. And sure enough, there were a plethora of news articles pointing to him as the head of a crime family.

He was telling the truth.

Well, every news article and post you came across had no solid proof that he was in fact a mafia boss. It was all speculation. Everything was shady eyewitness accounts of suspected gang activity. Or extremely blurry photos of someone who may have looked like Bakugo and his friends. But nothing actually connected him to any crime or illegal activity.

It’s not like it really mattered to you anyway, You haven’t seen or heard from him since that day. He had your number and you had him, but neither one of you had been the one to reach out to yet. You started to wonder if he hadn’t given you a fake number just to make you feel better. But you also wanted to desperately cling to the hope that maybe he was just busy with whatever he was doing. And he hadn’t had a chance yet to call.

It’s also not like you were spending your evenings sitting at home. Curled up on your busted and still blood-stained couch. Searching the internet for anything that had to do with him. You definitely weren’t watching the news now either, hoping they would run a story about your mystery man.

Yeah, totally not you.

Who were you kidding, the man probably didn’t even remember who you were. You were just some casualty that happened to him. Who knows if he remembered your name, or even what you looked like? He was an important guy with a lot going on. He didn’t have time to play nice with some random off the street, even if you stitched up a stab wound for him. He was nice enough to not kill you that night. You tried to not let the fact that you were once again alone bother you. Shooing the negative thoughts away. Before it made your already gloomy headspace swan-dive off the deep end.

So you did anything you could to erase the man from your mind. Going as far as to convince yourself that it was just some wild fever dream you had and that you imagined it all. Even if you still had a small trail of blood stains on your carpet and your couch.

For the past month, you had thrown yourself at the mercy of your boss. Working any overtime he tossed at you, working hard and late into the evenings. All you did was work and come home anyway so why did it matter if you felt like you were half dead on a Thursday evening? Finally driving home for a long weekend. Your music blaring as you sing along to the lyrics you knew by heart. You had a full playlist for nights like these. When you were exhausted and needed to keep yourself awake long enough to make it home. Every song was old, but upbeat and loud. It always managed to give you a bit of serotonin and just enough energy to make the drive home.

And it’s days like today that you needed it.

You were in a sour mood, to say the least. Worked sucked today, and I mean really sucked. You were already at the mercy of your manager. For skipping out on another day of ‘important’ party preparations. You left him short-staffed. When you decided to sleep on that luxurious leather couch in Bakugou's office. So your boss naturally was making you pay for it tenfold. You were currently demoted to the office errand girl. Running around like a chicken with your head cut off. Delivering mail, answering emails for people you didn’t even know. Hell, for the last two days you had been stuck on the lowest level of the building. Pulling and sorting tax records from five years ago. Pulling an endless amount of papers out of old dingy boxes. And having to sort through and make new boxes with the correct dates and file them away.

It was all the small annoying shit that nobody wanted to do, and now it was your job.

You were trying your best to keep yourself in a better mindset, but your mood was shit. Work was even shittier and you had zero friends to share your frustrations with. Not to mention as you were leaving the basement today. You managed to get the side of your skirt stuck on something that was jutted out from the wall. And it ripped almost the whole seam out of the side. And you had to quickly and quietly make it to your car before anyone got a glimpse of your mid and upper thigh.

You were tired and on the verge of a breakdown.

But it was the weekend for you, technically at least. You were gifted the opportunity to take a three-day weekend, by some miracle and you leaped at the chance. It wasn’t often you even got to take time off of work because money was always tight. But the sheer amount of overtime you had put in the last month alone gifted you the ability to take an extra day. You wanted nothing more than to fall into your bed and sleep all three days. Blissfully unaware of just how sad and boring your life had become.

You didn’t mind being on your own, not really. It’s just kind of how you were raised, to be independent from an extremely early age. And that very much carried over into your adult life. You never had the luxury of being a kid. You either had to help around the house and eventually find a job as soon as you were old enough to. If you weren’t doing one of those two things it was looking after your siblings. Making sure their homework was done or getting them ready for bed. You were used as another set of hands, a stand-in parent for them.

But you were fine like this right? You weren’t happy, but you were surviving. There had been more than enough times where your life could have ended, but you made it out ok. You could deal with the shitty job and lonely life if it meant that you had your own freedom. You didn’t have to rely on anyone or anything to make it in life.

But maybe you could go get a pet. Maybe a cat or something. Yeah, a cat could help with the existential dread you have been feeling for a while now. Something that relied on you to love and support it in life. Something that needed you to make it home every day even if it was for only a few head scratches and to feed them. It made a smile finally grace your face at the thought of walking into the local animal shelter. And picking the most scruffy and disgruntled cat you could find and making it love you. It would be worth the extra money each month to be able to have a companion.

But the smile on your face vanishes as quickly as it came. When you feel your car start to stutter and then die, smoke rising from underneath the hood. “What the fuck?” You yell in a panic.

Your engine light was flashing red and you had no choice but to let your car roll to a stop. Banging your hands on the steering wheel you let out the loudest yell you could muster. Well, this, was fucking wonderful, wasn’t it? As you throw the car into park and unbuckle yourself, get out of your car and slam the door shut behind you. It took you a couple of tries but you finally managed to get the hood popped. Black smoke billowed out as soon as you did. You wait for the smoke to clear some before you stick your under the hood for a closer inspection. Looking for any signs of immediate damage.

Your car was old as hell, but she had been good to you until now. Never causing you any problems, even if you were late a few times to get the oil changed or the spark plugs replaced. Unfortunately, you didn’t know the first thing about cars, other than how to drive an automatic. With a frustrated sigh, you slam the hood down and walk back to the driver's seat. Reaching for your phone you try to look up towing companies nearby. You didn’t exactly have the extra money right now to dish out for it, but you had to have a car for work.

It took you almost an hour to find someone who was willing to come that deep into the city to tow you. They were on the other side of town, but they were willing to come to pick your car up and take it to a shop to be looked at. It was going to cost you an arm and a leg, but it had to be done. You sit and play a clicker game on your phone until you get a text. Giving you an estimated time on when the tow truck would arrive.

It took over an hour, but you were relieved when you saw the flashing yellow lights driving up behind you. A tall lanky looking guy stepped out of the tow truck and walked to your window. He told you about what he was going to do, and where he was planning on dropping your car off. Having you sign different pieces of paperwork, getting your car insurance information. And finally the key to your car. As he starts hooking your car up to the tow truck, you grab everything that you needed from your passenger seat. It wasn’t a lot but you managed to stuff everything into the small backpack you had.

The tow guy offered to give you a ride home, but you declined. While he seemed nice enough you never trusted anyone, especially strange men. You watch sadly as he gets back into his truck and drives off with your car attached. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands you start your now long journey in the direction of home.

It wasn’t the fact that you had to walk home that bothered you. Right now your main problem was with the impractical fucking shoes you decided to wear to work today. The heels you chose went well with the outfit you picked, and like the fool you were. You started regretting your life choices before lunch had even rolled around. Your feet were aching by the time you sat down to eat, but by that time you had no choice but to suffer through it. You made any and every excuse you could think of to get off your feet. Even for a minute to ease the sting of your heels. Finally chucking them into the floorboard once you reached your car.

But after only twenty minutes of walking. You thought about just cutting off your feet to save yourself from the agony of having to walk any further. All you wanted right now was to yell at whatever deity you had managed to piss off or cry. Maybe you could do both because this was completely unfair. And as if the day couldn’t get any worse you feel the one tiny droplet of rain hit your forehead.

That’s great, just fucking wonderful. So not only were you regretting your choice to live. But you also now had the absolute pleasure of walking home in the rain.

Yep, no. This was fine, as the single drop of rain turns into two, then four. By the time you made it down two blocks, the rain had started coming down in a steady pour from the night sky. You huff out the saddest laugh possible as you feel yourself start to cry. But hey at least with the absolute monsoon you're having to walk in nobody will know you are crying!

You completely gave up on trying to rush through the rain. Instead, you slowly trudge your way down the sidewalk. You spot the neon blue and purple lights of a seedy little bar on the corner. You always pass by it, but until now you never thought much about it. It looked exactly like the type of place you shouldn’t be in. there was trash littered around the sidewalk, and bars on the front windows. But those neon lights were calling your name as you walked closer.

With another sigh, you turn your body towards the front door and step inside. If you were gonna kill over tonight, you might as well have a little liquor in your system.

Much to your surprise, you are met with the inside looking clean, but still darkly lit. It was a lot more vibrant than the outside led you to believe. The walls were painted a dark color, and it smelled just like a bar. Smokey, and with the remains of spilled drinks on the floor. There was a stage set off center, a pole jutting out of the floor. and as you studied the place more you saw that there was a staircase, leading to an upper-level bar.

The music was soft as you walked further into the bar. It looked mostly empty, but then again who goes out for a hard night of partying on a Thursday? There were a couple of people sitting in a booth next to the stage. And a bartender cleaning a couple of glasses at the end of the long bar. You make your way over to the bar and sit on one of the old rocky stools, and wait for the bartender to acknowledge you.

That acknowledgment came in the form of a red rag handed to you. It was well used but freshly clean.

"It won't help much, but at least it will dry your face and hands." He softly laughs as he hands you the towel.

"Thanks." You mutter, your mood dampened by the day.

As if he can tell he starts making you a drink. Not bothering to ask what you would like. Watching him work was fascinating. With precision, he pours a mix of three different clear liquors into a tall glass. Mixing in a splash of a brilliant blue liquor, and topping it off with what you assume to be lemonade. He pops another cup over the glass and shakes it vigorously.

“I hate to tell you but I’m not supposed to let you in here without a chaperone.” He says, Popping the seal between the two glasses.

He pours the liquid into a dainty goblet before sticking in a straw, giving you a wink, and sliding it over to you.

“What do you mean?” you ask a little confused.

As far as you knew you didn’t need to have anyone with you since you were of legal age to drink in a bar. At least that is how you always thought it was. You were never the type to go out and party anyway, you always had to work or take care of things at home. Maybe the laws changed recently and you just weren’t aware. Because up until a month ago you hadn’t started following the news.

“Legally women aren’t allowed into a gentlemen’s club unless they have a male escort.” He tells you. “But I’m not saying anything if you don’t” He finishes before giving you another wink.

“I’ll be out as soon as the rain lets up, I promise.” you try to assure him.

You didn’t want this poor man's act of kindness to get him into trouble. He looks at you for a moment before pulling out his phone and walking away. He must have had something he wanted to say privately, which wasn’t your business to pry. Instead, you finally bring the drink closer to you and take a sip of the mystery drink. It was very fruity and sweet, you couldn't even taste the liquor. It was delicious, peach, pineapple, and lemon being the front runners of flavor.

Oh, this could be dangerous for you. You giggle to yourself as the thought runs through your mind. For the first time today, you relax, as the alcohol enters your system

You pull out your phone and try to dry it off with what little part of the towel that was still dry. Lucky for you the protector you kept on your phone shielded it from any water damage. You idly scroll on your phone checking your social media, and it was bare. Not that you expected anything different.

You had made it through your fourth drink when the chill of being wet hit you. Despite being cool in the place the alcohol was giving you the illusion of being warm. You really should be heading home. The rain had let up slightly, and it was getting late. Deciding now was the best time to signal the bartender and pay your tab. That was before you heard the front door open and what sounded like a group of men enter the establishment. You don’t turn around to see exactly how many of them there were before you hear the stool next to your slide back. Someone was standing slotted between the stool and you. The bartender's earlier words come back to haunt you.

You weren’t supposed to be here without an escort. And there was probably a good reason for it. Who knows what happens to women like you? That were brave or stupid enough to enter a place like this unprotected? You try your best to turn your body away from the person next to you. Hopefully hiding the fact that you were a woman alone in a seedy place.

“Evening sir, what’ll it be?” The bartender asks the man beside you.

You look up just enough to see the bartender’s friendly smile. He didn’t look worried about your safety, so maybe you would be ok.

“I’ll have what the lady is having, and bring her another one.”

The sound of that rough and familiar voice forced you to whip your head in the man’s direction. When your eyes finally meet his deep crimson ones he has a smirk of pure sin on his face. It was the very same man who had been plaguing your thoughts for almost a month now.

It was Bakugou.

“Tsk. I distinctly remember telling you if you got into any trouble to give me a call.” He gives your pitiful state a look over before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “You look like a wet rat.”

“I, uh. Hello to you too?” you say as a question rather than a statement. “What are you doing here?”

Holding up a bag in his hand he nods towards it.

"Figured you might want to be dry and catch a ride home."

That did sound like the best thing ever at this point. You were sticky from the rain, your clothes clinging to your every curve. You were starting to feel gross like you were covered in slime from all of the rain. Maybe it was your brain going on autopilot or the steady flow of alcohol in your system. But you didn’t question him any further. He backs up from the bar and holds out his hand for you to take. With a soft smile, you hop down from your stool and let him guide you.

“The red room is free currently.” The bartender says.

Bakugo nods his head at the bar behind the bar and starts leading you towards the back of the club. As he pulls you along you start to see that he had a small group of people with him. Currently sitting at a table closer to the stage. And they were all familiar faces it turns out as you pass by the table. It looked to be the same men who were responsible for busting down your door that night. And holding you at gunpoint.

They simply smile, Kirishima even giving you a friendly wave as you pass by the table. With your free hand, you wave back excitedly at the men as you pass by.

Walking the short distance to the back you are met with a set of doors. Bakugo picks the one on the left, opening the door and holding it open for you. Once you were inside you were met with a completely different atmosphere than the rest of the bar. It looked like some kind of private room. With LED lights running along the top and bottom of the floor-to-ceiling walls. It was the strangest room you had seen so far. No matter where you turned you could see the entire room, thanks to the mirrors. Right in the middle of the room stood a Fancy looking chair. Decorative and gold, the low light highlighting its design.

"What is this?" You ask looking around.

You had a good idea of what it may be. But the alcohol in your system was making you a little clueless and curious at the same time. You knew it was stupid to ask such an obvious question, but you couldn’t help it. You knew what a gentlemen's club was, but you didn’t know what a room like this would be used for.

"You don't wanna know." He huffs a laugh at you.

He walks close enough to you to hold out the bag for you to take. As you go to open the bag a smile lights up your face at what you find. You pull out a large black hoodie, and a pair of black joggers. They were big, even for you but you weren’t one to complain. Sitting the bag down and placing the dry clothes on top of it you start to strip. Kicking off your stupid heels, letting them hit the floor with a thud. You reach around to your lower back and grab the zipper for your skirt. Sighing in relief as you pull the zipper down and are finally able to untuck the wet shirt you had on. You barely started to pull the shirt up your body before you hear Bakugo speak.

"Woah, I'm standing right here!" He barks, turning his face away from you.

When you look over at him you meet his eyes in the mirror. HE had turned himself around, but he was still able to see you thanks to mirrors.

"The room is full of mirrors silly!"

He shields his vision with his hand before he speaks again.

“I’m trying to be respectful here Sweetheart, and you're making it hard.” He laughs softly, shaking his head as he speaks.

I mean correct me if I'm wrong," You say unhooking your bra and letting it fall into the pile with your shirt. "I'm pretty sure you've seen this before."

You have been tipsy, but you still remember the ashy blond walking in on you mid-change. He even yelled at you for not shutting the door before you started to undress.

“Just like then, I’m trying to be respectful.” He says still holding his hand over his eyes.

"I don't know, guess I'm just not shy about it." You laugh, as you peel your panties down and let them collect on the top of the pile.

That was a bold face fucking lie. You were one hundred percent shy about being stripped down to nothing in front of him. Even with the alcohol making, you feel lightheaded and carefree. You could still feel your heart beating away in your chest. You stand there for a minute frozen as you look at him. Maybe your heart was racing. Because you were secretly hoping he would lose that respectableness' and take a peek at you. Maybe you wanted him to see you stripped down to nothing, waiting just a few feet away for him.

The man standing before you was probably the most good-looking person you had ever had a chance to see. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones high and he had that hot ass body too. Lean and all muscle, and heavily tattooed. You had come to terms with the fact that you wanted him. Hell, you wanted him that first night. Even if he was injured and bleeding you still would have taken the chance to jump him. If only you were bold enough to make the first move.

In the back of your mind, you had the tiny hope they maybe he liked you too.

Shaking the thought from your mind you quickly turn to start redressing. He was probably losing patience with you already for having to drag himself out here to rescue you. The first thing you throw on is the joggers, they fit fairly well for a men's style cut. They were just too long for your legs. You wondered who they belonged to because it definitely wasn’t the man with you.

Now, the hoodie on the other hand looked big enough to fit him. It was almost like nothing to slip it on. Pushing your hands through the sleeves and bunching them up so your hands were free.

"You can turn around now." You smile at his back, even though he can't see it.

When he turned around he gives you a glance as if to confirm that you were in fact fully dressed. Before he turned the rest of his body. Looking down at the discarded clothes on the floor. He looks at them for a moment before locking his eyes back with you.

"You ready?" He asks.

Nodding your head you bend down to grab your wet clothes and shove them into the bag. It was easy enough thankfully you were able to hide your panties from him before he had a chance to see. Stuffing them deep into the bag under the rest of your clothes. With one last wet plop into the bag. You pick it up and walk towards him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you went.

“Ready,” You say and he holds his arm out for you to take.

The walk back into the main part of the bar was quiet. The only stop you make is when the two of you come across the table of his men, Now surrounded by four nearly naked women. One woman was rubbing the shoulder of the black-haired guy. The guy Bakugou had called dunceface had a topless woman straddling his lap. A goofy smile plastered on his face. And Kirishima? Well, there was a woman who had her ass barely sat on the table in front of him, her hands roaming the curves of his arms. If it wasn’t for the two inches of space left between them, she would have been sitting on his lap.

"I'm taking princess home, if anything pops up let me know," He says looking at Kirishima.

“No problem,” The redhead nods to Bakugou. Turning his attention away from the woman seated in from of him he smiles at you. “Don’t let him get you into any trouble,” He says with a wink.

"I'll make sure he is a good boy" You winked back at the redhead.

The round of laughter erupts from the table and fills the empty bar. Even if the situation was a little weird you couldn’t help but smile. It also didn’t hurt that you had your mystery man back, just to rescue you from your dreadful night.

He doesn’t linger as the men turn their attention back to the scantly clad women in front of them. Guiding you to the front door you see that the rain was still coming down hard. But a blacked-out SUV was parked and waiting on you. A man you've never seen before hops out of the driver's seat, umbrella in hand and runs over to you and Bakugo.

When he hands off the umbrella he stops himself before he walks. Glancing down to your free hand he sees the pair of heels you still had yet to put back on. Wordlessly he turns and picks you up with one arm. He doesn’t even grunt as he bears your weight with ease. Out of instinct you go and wrap your legs around him, and squeal at the attempt, he was going to make at carrying you.

“No, I’m too heavy for that!” you say panicking as he adjusts his grip on you.

“You calling me weak Sweetheart? I could hip thrust three times your weight easily.” He says with a smug tone.

He doesn’t give you any time to complain as he starts walking. Making sure that he keeps the umbrella over you, shielding your body from the heavy rain. The poor driver stood by the back passenger side door waiting for you to get close enough so he could open it. In a few quick strides, you made it close enough for the driver to open the door and let Bakugo sit you down in the seat. You quickly scoot over so he can follow you in. The door closed and you saw the driver round the big SUV and open his door, jumping inside.

The car had been running the entire time, so the inside was nice and warm. The leather seats were nice and toasty as you settle yourself into them. Bakugou’s thigh came to rest next to yours as the driver puts the vehicle into drive and takes off down the street. You soak in the quiet warm atmosphere of the car, thankful that you were rescued from such a terrible day.

"So wanna tell me what happened?" Bakugou was the one to break the silence.

You sigh loudly, not wanting to relive the day's hellscape.

"Long day at work, boss is a pain in the ass. Has me doing intern work, fetching coffee delivering mail that kind of stuff. I ripped my favorite skirt halfway through the day. I just wanted to go home and forgot about all this shit. I was driving my car, singing my little heart out, then poof!" You make an explosion sound effect and use your hands to make an explosion. "My car died. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Oh, I bet she knows just about everything there is to know about cars right?" You laugh at your joke." It's all a lie, I don't know the first thing about cars! So I spend money I don't have to get my car towed. Decide to finally walk home, in these horrible heels."

"Then it started raining on you." He finishes your long rant about the day's mishaps.

"Exactly! Like I can't catch a break today." You sigh again, finally leaning back into the seat.

"You have some shitty luck sweetheart, lucky for you I showed up."

"How did you know where I was?" You finally ask.

He just smirks at you "I have my ways."

What the hell does that even mean? You were certain he had completely forgotten about you, but maybe he was keeping tabs on you this whole time. But why? You weren’t important, and you didn’t serve much of a purpose other than giving him some shitty stitches.

"Fine, keep your secrets." You pout, sticking your tongue out at him.

He laughs at you. "You’re not hard to track down."

'Excuse me?" You gawk "I work and go home, I don't have time for anything else."

"I know.' He says casually.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were calling me boring." You huff out.

"Nah, just overwhelmed. Can't enjoy life when all you do is work and sleep."

I mean he was right. You didn't have time for anything outside of working and sleeping to prepare for work. As bad as it sucked you had no choice but to live like that. You had to work overtime every week just to be able to pay your bills. But you were a single woman in the city, you had to do what you needed to survive.

"That obvious Huh?" You laugh a little sad.

"As I said, you're easy to track. But it seems like your weekend is free now." He looks at you and winks.

Even with the alcohol flowing through your system, you can feel your cheeks flood with heat.

"I appreciate you taking me home, by the way." You say turning your head away to look out the window.

The only problem was. That you were slowly making your way in the opposite direction of your apartment. To the suburbs outlining the city. And come to think of it Bakugou didn't tell the driver and directions, he just took off.

"Yer staying with me tonight, I wanna make sure you don't get sick."

"What no! I'm fine, I don't get sick easily plus I don't wanna put you out." Your panicking rant falls from your lips.

"Are you arguing with me, sweetheart?"

"No, I just. You don't have to do that for me. You've already done more than enough to help." You say pointing to the dry clothes and waving your other hand around to the vehicle hour sitting in.

He looked a little taken aback by your words, his eyes widening for just a second but you were able to catch it.

"Just let me be nice, I don't get to do it often."

Well, that was unexpected coming from him. Because despite how the two of you had met just a month prior he had been nothing but nice to you. You hadn't done anything to deserve him being nice for no reason. You definitely didn't want to call yourself trusting of others. Because time and time again you were proven to be a fool.

But who knows maybe he was taking pity on you.

The vehicle you were in continued to drive down the highway. Away from the lights of the city, and you were headed to the suburbs now. The fancy gated communities and manicured landscapes. Started making their appearance once the driver found the right exit. Pulling up to a guard shack the driver waits for the arm blocking the lane to move. Hearing a click and like magic, the arm lifted allowing him to continue to drive.

Bakugo was typing away on his phone, his leg bouncing next to yours. It was silent again between you, but you wanted to be the one to break it this time.

“Fine, but next time I get to kidnap you ok?” you say laughing softly at the running joke.

“Oh yeah?” he asks. “And where do you plan to take me?”

You think on for a moment, as he looks at you. He had his phone in his hand, lighting up his face.

“I don’t know, but Maybe we can do something fun that doesn’t require me to break out a suture kit, or drown in the rain.” You shrug nothing was immediately coming to mind, now that you were put on the spot.

You feel him turn in his seat, adjusting himself to face you. A sly grin plastered on his handsome face.

“And what if I decide to keep you huh?” He says leaning towards you. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble so far.”

From the way he worded it you would have taken it as an insult. But it was the way that said it that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. His voice dropped, leaving you clutching on to each deep and rough word he said. Not to mention how he was steadily invading your personal space by how close he was leaning into you. Your breath catches in your throat. But before he has time to elaborate the vehicle you are in comes to a stop. Feeling the park being put into park and the driver rounding the car.

He pulls away from you right as his door swings open, the rain still pouring down right outside. The driver once again offered the umbrella in his hand to Bakugou as he slid out of the seat to stand. Adjusting his clothing a bit before he turned his attention to you.

“You comin?” He asks, a smirk still on his face. “Or are you gonna make me drag you out?”

Oh, fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip so hard? The thought of getting manhandled by him, makes your brain shut down for a minute. But apparently, it was more than enough time for him to keep good on his promise. Before you realize what is happening he leans into the vehicle and grabs your ankle. Tugging you roughly across the seat. Sliding right up to the edge of the car door, your legs landing just outside of his. You can’t help the embarrassed yelp that leaves you as you are then grabbed by the hips. One of his hands finding your mid back and hoisting you out of the seat like you weighed nothing. You quickly throw your arms around his neck and lock your legs around his waist.

He carried you just like that all the way to the front door. The driver holding the umbrella again. As he had one strong hand firmly planted right above the swell of your ass. His fingers dug into the fatty area. With his other hand now free he quickly typed in a code on the security panel by the front door. And you hear a set of clicks as the door unlocks.

The problem was he didn't let you down once you crossed the threshold into his home. Instead, he kicks off his shoes by the door and walks you further inside the house. Using his other hand to switch on lights as he passes them. He didn't stop until you had walked through the living room and into the kitchen. When he finally lets you go, he sits you gently on the counter.

He doesn't let go of you right away, he only pulls his head back far enough to look at your face. His eyes meet yours for a moment before his eyes dart down to your lips. A smile creeps onto his face when you subconsciously run your tongue across your lips.

"What?" You ask feel rather shy now.

This man must love intimidating people because every time he had close contact with you. He had the same shit-eating grin on his face. His hands find your hips, grabbing hold of them like he was waiting for you to fall over or something.

“Probably wanna get a shower in before I feed ya.” He says low, almost like he had something else he wanted to say instead.

“Yeah, actually that would be great,” You say innocently.

“Up the stairs, second door on the right. Can’t miss it.”

Your stomach was doing the thing again where it felt like it was on a huge drop on a rollercoaster.

“Oh, you don’t wanna carry me there too? Some kidnapper you are.” You blurt out trying to be funny.

And you thought it was hilarious too until you feel his hand come up and hold you under your chin. His thumb was on one side of your jaw, and his fingers splayed on your other cheek. The pressure he held on your face caused your lips to pucker out and part, forcing a small gasp to escape.

“You enjoy being a brat huh?” He asks leaning forward far enough so his lips grazed the lobe of your ear. “Just so happens I specialize in taming that shit. So I suggest you take your pretty little ass upstairs and get in that shower, or else.” He practically purrs in your ear.

You are fairly certain you blacked out there for a second. With the heat of his breath fanned out across your skin leaving goosebumps behind. You could only sit there frozen in his grasp. Maybe it was your wishful mind playing tricks on you. But you could swear that was intended to get this exact kind of reaction out of you. He knew you were attracted to him, and he was using it to probably play you. There was absolutely no way this man found you attractive.

“I, I-” You can’t help but stutter.

Your brain felt so foggy, and your body warm. And the hand on your hip slowly works its way down your thigh. His fingers trailed lightly over your clothed leg. Drifting further and further towards your innermost thigh. When he pulls back even the alcohol in your system couldn’t blur the way his pupils were dilated, his breath heavy. Like he was trying to keep himself composed around you.

Maybe you weren’t reading it wrong after all.

He pulls his head back just enough to place a soft kiss on your cheek before he lets you go. Backing up completely from you, and leaning against the counter a few steps away from him. He crosses his arms and stares you down, His eyes raking over your body. And you can’t help but do the same to him. You let your eyes wander down to the tight shirt he is wearing. How each crevice and crease lands right where a well-defined muscle is. How his pants sit perfectly around his hips. And your eyes can’t help but widen when you see the clear outline of a bulge sitting in his pants.

Darting your eyes away you can’t help but feel heat flood your body.

“Go on Sweetheart, I’ll find something for you to wear.” He says with a soft laugh at your embarrassment.

You are on autopilot as you hop down from the counter and shuffle your way out of the kitchen. You didn’t even bother to really take in his house as you ran away. Your mind was still too busy clearing the fog to worry about the lavish home you found yourself in. Making your way up the staircase, you find the door he mentioned just a few minutes before. And when you open it you are greeted by a Black and red bedroom. Everything from the soft lighting to the deep red and dusty black was a sight to behold. The room was massive, probably the same size as your entire apartment. The curtains were already drawn closed over the windows. And you glanced around at the minimal art that was around. Decorative and expensive-looking pieces hung from the walls. Walking towards the open bathroom door you pass over a lush carpet beneath your feet.

As you finally enter the bathroom the light comes on automatically for you. And while you never thought you would ever say this, the bathroom is stunning. Dark-colored tile made up the floors and walls. Soft lighting emits from various places around the tiled walls. There was a double sink in the same dark brown color as the tile. n elegant oval tub sat behind a pair of glass doors on the back wall. Everything was sleek and dark, a true beauty to behold. The only problem was that you didn’t see the shower. Walking further into the bathroom you see there is a half wall just to your left. As you peer around the corner you finally see the shower. Large open, with wood slats as the floor.

“Touch the panel to start the water.” you hear Bakugous voice call out.

Whipping your head back around the corner and to the door, you don't see him, but he was definitely in the bedroom now. Seeing as the doorway was clear you turn back around to search for the panel he mentioned. Spotting it right by the entrance of the shower. You tap the screen lightly, and it comes to life. It was easy enough to figure out. Tapping a few buttons to fix the temperature you tap on the start button and the shower magically starts.

You peek around the corner one more time to check if he had walked in. Suddenly paranoid he might catch a glimpse of you naked. Even though just an hour earlier you were completely bare. Just a few inches away from him silently hoping he would turn around to see you.

When the coast was still clear you quickly began to strip. The large black hoodie you were wearing slipped off your boy without a struggle. And one swift tug to the joggers you wore left them in a little pile around your feet. Stepping out of them, you scoot the used clothes to the side, making sure to remember to pick them up later.

And you were pretty sure this was close to heaven as you were ever gonna get. Steady streams of water jutted out of the wall, cascading over your body. While the rainfall shower head in the ceiling melted away any and all care you had at the moment. The water was so warm compared to the last rain bath you had received. You let yourself soak in the water for a few minutes. Just enjoying the soft massage of water hitting your tired skin.

You grab the bottle for the shampoo and pop it open. You are met with hints of rosemary and thyme, maybe even a little mint. Whatever it was it smelled delightful. Dropping some into your hand you wash your hair. Making sure that you work your fingers through any tangles you find. Once that was done you grab the matching conditioner and do the same. Loving the way it made your hair feel after it was washed out. The only other bottle that was left was a body wash, popping the top open you bring it up t your nose and take a whiff. Instantly you catch notes of woodsy amber and smoke. A rich masculine smell that was for sure. It definitely reminded you of the flirty blonde that was somewhere in the house, waiting for you.

You have to admit you were a little sad when you finally tapped the screen in the shower to turn it off. But you couldn’t very well stay in there forever. You peek around the corner and to your surprise, you see that the clothes you had kicked to the side were missing. And there was a fluffy black towel hanging almost eye level with you. Looking around you see a pile of clothes sitting on the edge of the long sink. The only thing you could think of was that he had quietly made his way in and put the items there for you.

Grabbing the towel you wrap it around yourself and start to dry off. The towel was long enough that it wrapped around you with ease. It didn’t even leave a gap in the front like your other towels did at home. Once you finally step out of the shower mostly dry you head to the clothing that had been laid out for you. Picking it up you see that it was a large and very comfy-looking shirt, one that had been worn for years. Faded and soft in your hands. Under it, you find a simple pair of black boxer briefs.

You throw the shirt on, making sure to pull your hair up and out of the way. It hit you about mid-thigh and felt so soft against your freshly clean skin. You turn and grab the pair of boxer briefs and laugh slightly as you pull them on. They clearly weren't your size, and they fit you more like a pair of boxers would than anything else. But still, you appreciated the courtesy. Of him not leaving you completely bare under the shirt.

Once you were dressed you made your way back down the stairs. As soon as you hit the bottom of them you were met with the delightful aroma of food being cooked. It was more than enough to have your mouth watering just from the smell alone.

The tiled floor felt cold as you shuffle your way back to the kitchen. And there is where you are sure you felt your jaw hit the floor. There stood Bakugou his back to you. No shirt to be seen, and a pair of black sweatpants. That were dangerously close to showing you more than you thought you would ever be ready to see. In the light of the kitchen, you could see the detail of the tattoos on his skin.

Almost all of the skin on his back was covered in ink and was beautiful work. Highly detailed and looked like it took quite a few sessions to complete. You could also see the faint lines from scars on his back and shoulders. Spread out among his absolutely ripped back.

“We’ll pick you up something a little closer to your size tomorrow.” He says casually, not bothering to turn to you. “Go sit, I'm almost done.”

You don’t know why but you nod your head and walk towards the breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen. Feeling embarrassed once again because he didn’t actually see you nod your head. You just silently followed his demand. Scooting yourself further, you see he already has two cups and silverware for the two of you.

You watch as he starts plating the food, and walks over to you. He sits your food down in front of you and instead of taking the spot across the table like you thought he would. He sits down right beside you, pushing you into the corner more.

“It looks delicious!” You say and you finally glance down at the food in front of you.

He doesn’t reply, but he gives you another smirk. Like he knows just how good his cooking skills are. You both eat in peaceful silence. Neither one of you bothered by just enjoying the company of each other as you eat. And you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until you were stuffing the last bite of food into your mouth. a dopey smile on your face.

“So it was good huh?” He asks like he didn’t already know.

“I’m gonna need that like, every day.” You giggle looking at him.

“So food is the way to your heart, got it.” He smirks before grabbing your empty plate and used fork.

He sits them on top of his own plate and drinks the last of the drink in his cup. Before taking it too and walking over to the sink. Sitting them down, and starting the water.

“I can do that!” You chime scooting yourself over to the edge of the bench and standing up. “You cooked, I can clean.”

I mean that was the least you could do given all the things he has done for you this evening.

“I’ll wash and you can dry, then we can go to bed. How about that?” He asks.

You nod your head in agreement, the threat of sleep was luring you in. And it was quick washing up the mess from dinner. He grabbed and scrubbed the dishes before washing them off and handing them to you to dry. Each one fits into the drying rack like a game of Tetris.

Once it was done he takes the wet rag from you and hands you a fresh one, letting you dry your hands off, and setting it down.

“Come on, I’m beat.” He says nodding towards the stairs.

You follow shortly behind him as he leads the way out of the kitchen and turns off the light. All the way up the stairs and into the short hallway. His hands reach out and one by one the house starts to go dark behind you. You follow him into his bedroom unsure of where he wanted you to go. You stand a little awkwardly in the middle of the room while he works his way over to a shiny long black dresser. Opening the second drawer and pulling out a single pair of red-checkered boxer briefs.

“You can lay down, the bed is way better than that shit you sleep on,” He says over his shoulder.

You glance between him and the bed, was he really going to have you sleep in here with him?

“Are you sure you don’t wanna put me in a guest room or something? I don’t wanna invade your personal space,” You say a little shyly.

“Sweetheart, I know I didn’t take you to dinner. But I’m pretty sure those little moans you were letting out meant the food was good. “ He gives you the most devilish smirk “I’m getting a shower, I’ll be quick.”

Oh, fuck did he really just throw your stupid joke back at you? The memory still made you cringe every time you thought about it. How you accidentally let it slip that he needed to take you out for dinner before he tried to get you into bed. This was just proof he was never going to let you live that down.

You almost wanna throw yourself onto the bed though, it was large and looked comfortable. As you hear the water start up in the bathroom, you think it's best to do as he says. The last thing you needed was for him to accuse you of trying to sneak a peek at him. by continuing to stand in directly in line with the still open bathroom door. You advert your gaze before you see him start to shamelessly strip and head for the bed. Pulling the covers down just far enough to climb inside.

And why you ever thought this was a bad idea you will never know. As soon as your head hits the pillows you are once again brought to the edge of heaven. The pillows, the blankets, even the bed left like you were laying on a cloud. It was almost too much for you to comprehend in your still slightly drunken state.

You lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the sound of the shower turning off. or the light switching off IN the bathroom. The only thing that had you coming back down to earth was the slight dip the bed made on the opposite side of you. Hair is still damp and not as spiky as before. his chest bare and those boxer briefs clinging to his muscular thighs. leaving nothing to the imagination.

You turn your head away before you get caught staring yet again. And you feel the covers being pulled back so he could lay down. There was still a decent amount of distance between you, but he didn’t let that last long. As soon as the final light went out he threw a large arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Your back resting against his chest, his head resting just above yours on his pillow.

He felt so warm against you, one of his legs pushing between yours as he made himself comfortable. The only problem you had was that you suddenly forgot how to breathe. As his hand finds its way under the hem of your borrowed shirt and rests gently on your stomach.

“You good?” he asks his head dipping slightly to look over at you.

All you can manage is to shake your head slightly and close your eyes. You were nervous as hell, You hadn’t been this close to someone in a very long time. Even if you were struck stupid by his good looks, You still had that lingering fear that he didn’t like you like that.

“You can talk, I’m not gonna bite. Yet, at least,” He whispers the last part into your ear.

“You can’t say stuff like that!” You finally manage to get out.

You tried to squirm against his hold on you. But all he did was wrap his arm tighter around your midsection and push his leg further up between your legs. Forcing a gasp out of you when you feel his thigh rub right against your pussy. Giving you just the tiniest amount of friction.

“And why not?” He asks again, but this time he kisses your exposed jaw.

“I know you don’t like me, and that's ok. I jus-”

He didn’t let you finish before he bites down gently on your neck. Forcing a whimper out of you as his teeth sink into your tender flesh. At the same time, he pushes on your body forcing you to roll your hips against the thigh slotted between your legs.

“Sweetheart,” He starts before forcing you to roll onto your back and look at him. “ You think I’m gonna go out of my way to pick up a woman from a dingy ass strip club if I didn’t find her attractive?”

You tried to turn your head away but his hand shot up and grabs your chin forcing you to keep eye contact.

“ You think I would bring you all the way to my house, cook you dinner and let you lay in my bed if I didn't like you?” He asks again

He rolls you over to lay flat on your back. And he sits up long enough to slither between your legs, the shirt you were wearing riding up in the process. He looks down at you and even in the dark, you can see the hunger in his eyes.

“The only fucking reason I’m not ripping off your clothes and fucking you into these sheets. Is because you're still drunk.”

You whimper as he rolls his hips into your clothed core. The added fricken from the growing erection in his boxer briefs catching on your clit. He may be saying one thing, but his body was saying something completely different. With another roll of his hips, he grinds you harder on him. Leaning forward enough to meet your lips with the faintest touch of his.

“And I want you to remember every single moment when I completely ruin you.” He all but whispers into your lips.

You lean up just far enough to close the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed down on yours. Taking the time to take your bottom lip between his teeth and suck on the supple flesh. His kiss turned hungry as another whine escapes you, begging him for more. You were never the type to fuck on the first date. But just from this, you were thinking about throwing that all into the wind. You wanted everything and more that he was willing to give you. Your body was aching with the need for that sweet release.

“Please,” You beg between kisses.

He groans as he hears the whiny plea fall from your lips. His hands coming up to grope at your breasts through his shirt. His fingers easily find your pert nipples. And roll one between his thumb and finger. His head dipped just low enough to suck the other one into his mouth, and rolling his tongue over it. You didn’t care if he completely soaked the whole shirt, you wanted more.

“Please,” You whine a bit louder, you wanted him to take you.

He lifts himself away from your chest long enough to say. “ I’m trying to stay respectful, and you're making that hard. So fucking hard.”

In the back of your mind, you knew that you were pushing a limit with him. But the call of your body was forcing that thought to be drowned out with pleas for ecstasy.

“Respect me tomorrow,” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

He growls before he lifts himself off of you. Staring at your exposed skin with hungry eyes. You see his resolve slipping as he stares down to where you two are still connected. barely anything keeping him from keeping his word of not fucking you into his mattress. He gives himself a moment to think before he grabs the hem of your borrowed underwear. And jerks it down and over your ass, your legs flying up at the intensity of his strength. He pulls your legs up with the underwear as he slides them off of your legs. Letting them fall from his hand and onto the floor next to the bed.

As your legs bounce back to the bed, he grabs a hold of your thighs, forcing them apart. Sliding them down until his thumbs catch on your lips and he uses his thumbs to pull them open. Taking a moment to appreciate the already soaking wet slick seeping out of your hole.

“I’ve barely even touched you and look at how fucking wet you are.” He smirks, “But I’m still not gonna fuck you tonight Princess,”

You didn’t get to open your mouth to protest before you feel one of his long thick fingers dip into your folds. A sinful moan breaks free as his finger finally comes into contact with your clit. He rubs a soft circular pattern against your sensitive bud. that already had you bucking against him. His free hand comes up to grab your hip stilling your movements.

“But maybe I’ll let you cum on my fingers if you ask nicely.”

Even the sound of his voice sent a shock straight to your pussy. You just knew he had to feel it when you clenched around nothing as he spoke.

“Please, Let me cum.”

You didn’t have to bed very hard for him to cave to your request. Because as soon as you said those words he lets his hand dip lower. The same finger that was on your clit, was now teasing your entrance. If only he would let go of your hip you could easily force his finger to slide into you.

“You want daddy to take care of you baby?” He coos at you.

And you feel him slip his finger just a little bit further into you. At this point, you had no problem sounding like a wonton whore, willing to do anything he asked. Just as long as he stopped teasing you.

“Please Daddy, I want your fingers in me.”

In one solid motion, he pushes his thick finger inside you. Hitting that perfect spot just outside of your own reach. Pulling the digit out he instantly pushes back into you. Setting a rough piston of his finger, drilling into the spongy little bundle of nerves. He finally releases his hold on your hip and lets you rock in motion with him. Meeting the pace he set. When he sees just how hard you working to meet his hand, he was quick to add another finger. Stretching you wider to fit his girthy fingers.

“What a needy little slut I found huh? All fucking soft and sweet, just waiting for me.” He says curling his fingers, Forcing a high-pitched whine to echo on the walls. “You gonna be my good girl and cum for me?” He asks, slapping the outside of your thigh for extra emphasis.

“Yes, please wanna come so bad.”

Your eyes lolled shut, and you bit into your lower lip as you feel the telltale signs of your climax creeping up. You never came this easy before. It had been barely ten minutes and this man was already on the verge of making you lose it.

“God, you're clenching my fingers so fucking tight. I can’t wait to have that little cunt wrapped around my cock.” He Moans slipping a third finger into your already tight hole, he drives the digits onto you with a purpose. “Come on show me how much of a good girl you are.” His thumb rises up long enough to start assaulting your clit. Everything from the pressure he had to the pace he set was intended to make you come.

Fuck, that was all it took to have you falling over the edge, your climax shooting off in your body. The overwhelming sensation as his fingers still move in and out of you. Working with your body to ride out your high. His thumb still moving in strong strokes against your bundle of nerves. Had you crying out in pleasure. His own choked moan left him as he rocked himself with you, working you through your orgasm.

As you tried to catch your breath he took a moment to catch his own. Before he finally pulled his fingers out of you and hold them up to inspect. He reached with his free hand and tapped a button and the bedside lights turned on. With the light on you could see just how covered his hand had become with your release. Sticky clear lines connected his fingers.

Before he had the chance to move his hand, you grab it and bring it down to your open mouth. Pulling his long slick covered digits into your mouth. Sucking and swirling your tongue around each one, cleaning up the mess you had made.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

You watch as his eyes roll back and his hips stutter against you, A breath moan catching in his throat. His other hand comes up to grab your hip, grinding your bare pussy against his strained erection. The grip he has on your hip is mean, his fingers digging into your skin. All the while his hips buck into you. You watch in a post-orgasm high as his head falls forward and he lets out a breathy chuckle. Popping his fingers slowly out of your mouth you give him his hand back, still covered in your spit.

“I can’t believe I fucking came from that.” He laughs fully as he lifts his head to meet your fucked out expression. “That was a dirty little trick you just pulled.”

You can’t help but giggle as he pulls himself away. And you both stare at the evidence of his unexpected release. Leaving quite a damp spot in front of his checkered boxer briefs. He rolls himself off of the bed and disappears into the bathroom, the lighting turning on as soon as he walks in. Just a minute later he comes back out with a damp cloth in hand. Stopping on long enough to grab two new sets of his underwear from the dresser and beelines to the bed. Crawling his way back to you.

He takes the warm cloth and starts to clean you up. Making sure you move gently around the overstimulated area. Tossing the rag to the side he takes the fresh pair of boxer briefs and slides each leg through the holes. Pulling them up and over your ass with ease. He moves off the bed again only long enough to strip his soiled briefs down and let them hit the floor. This time though you didn’t bother to turn away. He had just been three fingers deep in you, the least you could let yourself do was stare at his ass. While he wiped away his mess. As soon as he was clean he redressed and let the now cold rag hit the floor. Walking back over to his side, he crawls in and pulls the rumpled covers over both of you.

Pulling you into him once again, your back resting against his chest. He kisses the back of your shoulder before letting his head hit the pillow.

It didn’t take long at all for sleep to claim you. Now that your body was finally exhausted and worn out from the intense orgasm you had. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore, because as much as he tried to talk shit.

You made him cum in his fucking pants.

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If I could read this for the first time again, I would — (secondary acc myf).

— pampered

Just had this silly little thing in my head about going to get manicures with Bakugou.

Warnings: none, fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Bakugou takes care of you.

And as much the media try to portray Dynamight in a less than favourable light, or cast aspersions on him unfairly. No one could deny the amount of love that he held for you.

Fans on internet were your biggest champions, photographs going viral for the way Pro-Hero Dynamight softened the moment he laid eyes on you, or the way he spoke about you during interviews as though you hung the moon and the stars in the sky to protect him from the darkness. Interviewers getting barely two word answers from him until they began to ask about you. Paparazzi pictures of you both together, holding the door open for you or carrying your handbag.

Making the big, mean, gruff Dynamight more human— shushing the critics, and unknowingly boosting his hero ranking.

And you’re lucky enough to be the one that gets to experience it behind closed doors too.

There are certain little things— tokens of his affection, that Bakugou enjoys doing for you. Things like making sure there’s a warm bath waiting for you when you get home from a long, rough day at work. Bringing home your favourite pastries from the bakery you like whenever his patrol route passes it by, sometimes even going out of his way to make it there although he’d never admit it to you. Making sure your AirPods are fully charged before your commute because he knows you always forget to charge them. And paying for you to get your nails done in whatever you can find the time.

His only request for this, as always, is to pick what colour that you get every time you visit. His lips curl into a smirk whenever you send him a photograph of the finished product, or even better— when they’re wrapped around his cock.

But Bakugou’s never once offered to come to the nail salon with you, often dropping you at the door with a kiss and his shiny metal card in hand as he finds something else to do for the time that it takes. Dutifully picking you up when you’re done and taking you home.

So you’re surprised when you find your boyfriend sitting beside you in one of the plush leather chairs as a nail tech files away at one of his hands. This time he’s seated beside you as you show him the selection of colour options in front of you, instead of the usual pictures on your phone. Completely off guard when he pulls out a picture of one of his agency logos on his phone, showing it to the woman doing your nails for her to try and replicate the black base paired with the signature orange cross across his chest.

“I wasn’t even going to get my nails done for another two weeks, you literally just paid for these.” You smiled as she continued to remove the old gel from your nails, soaking them as it gave you time to spin in your chair to watch your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to come with me.” He shrugged, swapping hands when the tech requested.

“So— What do you think?”

“Shits boring,” He scoffed, before his gruff features softened, “But I like doing it with you.”

“Maybe you can come with me more often then,” You grinned, “We can make it like date night.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave it to you, sweetheart.”

“Imagine if the paps could see you now.” You laughed at the thought.

Picturing headlines splashed across all the daily gossip tabloids and news sites like Dynamight — soft hands for a soft heart, Pro-Hero Dynamight protects the hands that protect the city, What really lies beneath the gloves?

“They’d have a fuckin’ field day.”

“We should get matching colours, really give them something to talk about.”

“Piss off—” He sneered, although there was no real malice to his tone.

Bakugou’s manicure and hand massage was done far before your nails were complete, as he waited patiently beside you, a hand gripping your upper thigh as he watched the tech draw the intricate design onto your nails.

“They’re so perfect,” You gleamed as you held them up for him to see, the orange accented with streaks of glitter that made them sparkle as he opened the door for you to leave the salon.

“Now everyone will know that you’re mine.” He

“Like they don’t already.” You laughed as Bakugou opened the passenger door for you, leaning over it to steal a kiss as you took a seat inside.

“Yeah, but now everyone will.”

You’d wondered why Bakugou had been so eager to come with you to get your nails done, especially with the choice in design. Until the man you were in love with bent down on one knee in front of you, pulling out a shiny ring concealed in a black box from his pocket as you said yes.

Smirking in the background of one of your pictures as you held your hand up into the air, the ring now sitting pride of place on your hand while your nails shone in the evening light. Pictures that were certain to go viral by morning—

“I just wanted everything to be perfect like you.”

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what abt self care with katsuki? I KNOW he loves doing it w u.

˚ ♡ ⋆｡𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 -!: He does!!! I believe in that. Jesus if it were a religion I would be the biggest supporter. *Reader wears a bonnet and is drinking out of a champagne glass.. thats it lol.*

˚ ♡ ⋆｡-!: m.list . t.list

He was using a humidifier on his face and eating a white chocolate raspberry, talking shit about the new PR manager.

"M'telling you, baby. He's fuckin' up on purpose." He put down the machine, patting the moisture into his skin before reaching into your shared skincare drawer, pulling out two under eyes masks.

You slosh your glass, sighing further into your bubble bath.

"He's stupid, Kats. But he's new." you offered a hint of optimism, he only grunted. He put the masks on, gently laying them flat on the skin, before walking over yo your tub and sitting behind you on the ledge. He brought the bowl with him, popping a chocolate strawberry into his mouth before offering you a caramel-dipped raspberry.

You opened your mouth and he gave it you, before continuing with his story.

"How do you tag the wrong damn agency? It's pretty fuckin' easy to spell." He snarled, thought it wasn't very intimidating with his fluffy my melody headband, matching with your hello kitty sheet mask- obviously.

"Mhm. And the name is perfect. Dunno how he messed it up." You smiled. He offered you another treat, huffing in agreement. You brought your non-soapy hand up, bringing your crystal cut champagne glass to your lips.

Nights like this were common, a perfect mix of comfort that both of you enjoyed. A little well deserved pampering, and a chance for Katsuki to rant and spend quality time with you. A win-win, considering quality time and words of affirmations were some of his love languages.

He placed a chocolate-y delight between your lips again before going to flatten your sheet mask, you let him. He also adjusted the towel under your neck before pulling up your bonnet just a bit.

The smell of roses wafted around the room while he spoke, his freshly moisturised skin gleaming in the low, warm light. His spiked hair was pushed back by the my melody headband, eye masks placed perfectly under his now softened, fox-like eyes. He was in his comfy clothes, pajama pants and t-shirt he can't bring himself to get rid of.

He was the perfect image of domesticity. Even with his sharp looking hair and battle scars. Not that would change your opinion of him. I mean he's having a self-care night with you. And he takes them very seriously.

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I need this pt 2. 🥹‼️

☾ Bakugo With an Independent S/O ☽

I see so many posts about Bakugo who takes care of his s/o and it’s cute and nice, but what if he was dating or married to someone who liked being alone and was used to taking care of themselves?

Warnings : Some language, unedited, also this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be, reader has a big-ass dog, ummmmmm... think that's it

☾ This is a little self-indulgent so bare with me ☽

So, before meeting Bakugo you lived alone. Maybe you had a dog or maybe you had a cat or a lizard, I dunno. Point is, you lived alone. And you liked it that way. You had grown up in a pretty full house without a moment of peace—which was fun and enjoyable sometimes—so, growing up, you knew you never wanted to live with another person EVER again. That also meant you wanted zero romantic relationships because no.

A romantic relationship involves two people who were willing to give to each other. Be it time, energy, or just a listening ear, they would give of themselves to their loved one all because they, well, loved them. You could give. You were very good at giving. Ever since you were a young, blubbering toddler, you gave things to others because it made you feel good to know they were happy. When you are older, you gave other tings—time, energy, money—you were very good at giving.

It was the taking part of the equation—the asking for help and support and love part—that you knew you'd struggle with. People said you could learn but you didn't want to. As a kid, you had spent your whole life giving, but people rarely gave things to you—toys, little gifts, sure. You got those things often enough, but the deeper things in life? The things that were a little harder to give? A listening ear? Empathy? Patience? Support? You didn't have a lot of that. So, you gave that to yourself the best you could because you were good at giving.

You were more independent than most and you were happy like that. You didn't want to learn how to take because you were more than content being by yourself, thinking by yourself, living for yourself... That sort of thing wouldn't be fair for your s/o and it wasn't like you wanted an intimate relationship so you remained single—a virgin in every physical sense of the word.

Then, he showed up. (Hehehehehehehehhehehehehe)

It was a normal evening for you. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on, you didn't feel weird, and your giant fluffy dog (self-indulgent, I know 😔) was lounging about at your feet while you worked. Normal. Your online business was going very well—yes, I'm talking entrepreneur kind of independent—and the ac was blowing the perfect temperature so things were normal—they were especially good, actually.

Then, he showed up.

Out of the blue, something crashed into your house—through your bedroom balcony, it sounded like. Your dog (Imma name him Biji (Short for Bijronson)—self-indulgent—but you can name him—or her—whatever, I guess...) Anyway, your dog shot up from his spot because of course he did, you did too. He trotted to the bedroom door—not a happy trot, but a cautious, purposeful one—and stood at it, watching whatever was going on.

You arrived next, eyes widening at the whole-ass man who fell into your apartment—into your life but you didn't know that yet. You knew who he was. Of course you knew who he was. The number two hero was a very noticeable man. He was large, a foot taller than you at least. His shoulder width was ridiculous and only enhanced by his small waste. Such a snatched thing. Truly a Doritos shape worthy of nacho cheese dreams. (Nacho cheese Doritos are mvp, don't fight me)

Then there was his stupidly handsome face. A scar ran down the right of it—from the edge of his hairline down to his upper neck. His light blond eyebrow was missing in the middle and his crimson eye was a little milky. He wasn't completely blind in it, but rumor said he would be soon. Most people said it wasn't a pretty sight but you always disagreed. Not only did it look badass, but it proved he went to hell and was strong enough to come back. Which was cool as fuck.

He was awesome—maybe a little bit of a jerk but you didn't need to like him as a person because you didn't know him a just a person. You knew him as Dynamight. As a hero, and he was a damn good hero. More often than not you would joke with your closest friends saying “If he's not Dynamight, I don't want it.“

“Dynamight is the bar.“

“He has to at least be six-foot Dynamight stature before I'll even think about it.“

Silly shit like that—all of which was just that. Silly. A joke. Never in a million years would you want to date Dynamight or any of the other pros you joked about. Your friends knew that. Everyone would share similar jokes before consoling their poor husbands or wives or boos or whatever because it was just a silly thing. You wouldn't even call what you had a celebrity crush. Dynamight and his companions were hot, attractive people. Simple as that. You appreciated the pictures, kay. And what they did for Japan, of fucking course.

We're getting off topic though. What was the topic again? Oh, right.

Dynamight was in your bedroom. On your bed. Your broken bed, might I add. All while you stood wide-eyed in your doorway, frozen as if you were the one who barged in on him. Then he slowly sat up, running a gloved hand through his sooty ash-blond spikes to rid it of glass. It pulled you out of your shocked state. It was then you realized Biji was barking and had been for awhile.

You moved to grab his collar just as the man stood up from his spot. You had been trying to sush your dog but those attempts came to a halt when you saw the condition the hero was in. Thankfully, it didn't seem life-threatening but, then again, you weren't a doctor and that shit looked like it hurted.

“Uh,“ you began, unsure of how to proceed.

The man looked around your room with what looked like disgust and you almost wanted to mouth off at him for the audacity before you realized he wasn't disgusted the dorky pictures of you and loved ones pasted on your dark walls. He looked confused. He turned around in your room a few times, eyeing the place and muttering confused curses. It was then you began to wonder how hard he had hit his pretty head.

You moved to straddle your strong dog who hadn't stopped barking completely but had calmed just a little. He was still on guard but you weren't scared—he sensed that.

“Hey, Mr—“ —were you supposed to say mr— “Dynamight?“

He looked at you. It was a sharp, unimpressed look and you wondered why until you saw his eyes dropped to your ramen pajama pants. The ones that said, “send noods.“ Not that they were embarrassing at all, you told yourself.

The man gave you and your barking companion a once over, gaze lingering on the large black and white dog you were effectively holding back. He looked tired, you noticed. Dynamight clicked his tongue before turning around and walking towards the sizable hole in your glass doors. “Wrong apartment,“ he mumbled and you gaped.

Ruining your beautiful and lovely bed because he was defending citizens from villains was one thing. You could let it pass cause he had a lot more shit to deal with than your glass-ridden floors and broken wall. His agency would cover the damages anyways.

Ruining your shit because he blasted his hot ass into the wrong apartment, however, was a whole other thing. Would he finance the repairs you needed to make? You hoped so but you didn't know, it wasn't during a fight, after all. No, he wasn't leaving until he promised his agency would take care of it. And until he recovered a little because he looked very unsteady on his feet.

“You're leaving?“ was your stupid, shocked question.

He scoffed. You narrowed your eyes at his broad back. Yes, you were enjoying the view and you would've enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if his torn shirt didn't show off his numerous gashes and cuts. Suddenly, you didn't feel like bitching to him about your apartment—you would make him pay for it, but later.

The crunching of glass caught your attention and you realized he really was leaving like that. “Hey, you're hurt,“ you said dumbly because you weren't really sure how to convince him to stay long enough for you to help.

“No shit,“ was his rude—but fair—response.

You huffed in annoyance. At least Biji's barking had stopped and he seemed calmer, albeit tense. Dynamight crashed into the wrong apartment, right? So he was aiming for an apartment in the complex, right? “You're apartment's in this building? Right?“

He said nothing but he didn't need to because you could see the gears in his head turning—could see the realization in his crimson eye. He knew what you were about to suggest but you said it anyway. “Just leave out the door—the actual door, not the one you DIYd,“ you said obviously, nodding to the broken glass.

He looked at said DIY door and grumbled something under his breath. Then he turned to face you. You rose a brow at his glare. It was his turn to nudge his head and he gestured it to your dog. “That flea-bag gonna let me through?“

“His name is Biji—“ “I don't give a fuck—“ “—and he might let you through, so long as you say please.“

The word please must've kickstarted an allergic reaction of some kind because Dynamight's face scrunched up like he swallowed piss. It was oddly adorable and you mentally nodded in satisfaction. If only he made such a face where cameras could catch and immortalize it.

“The hell is wrong with you? You think just cause I'm in your apartment you can order me around?!“

He was starting to raise his voice. Your hold tightened on Biji's collar as the dog began barking again. You took a deep breath in an effort to prevent your own anger from spilling out. “Yes,“ you damn near hissed, tugging Biji back because he was pulling.

Dynamight did not appreciate the answer but you didn't give him a second to bitch about it. “Might I remind you of how you barged in here out of nowhere. I'm not entirely calm and neither is he so, if you want him to be civil, say. Fucking. Please.“

“Be friendly,“ was really what you were telling him. He didn't look like he liked the idea, so you helped him out. “You ruined my door, broke my bed—which people don't get to do until after they take me out for dinner, by the way—“ —he scrunched his face again and you wanted to laugh— “and now I get to clean all that shit up. So, the least you could do is get your dirty ass over here to show Biji that you aren't as much of a threat as first impressions implied.“

A teenager getting his phone taken away—no, a kindergartner getting told to stand in the corner was what the giant hulking man ahead of you reminded you of. With more annoyance than you thought possible, Dynamight begrudgingly drug himself closer to you. He stopped a few feet away—stopping as soon as Biji became a little more frantic.

You gently caressed the dog's side, whispering and muttering calming words to him, promising him the giant man was a friend. Dynamight was allergic to that word too, but he sucked it up—as he should—and slowly removed one of his gloved before holding out the back of his hand to your dog.

Biji wanted to jump out of your hold but you held firm, slowly walking towards Dynamight who rose a brow. If it was in amusement, then you'd shove him out of the conveniently placed hole in your wall. Biji sniffed his hand eagerly. After a few moments, you felt his tail beat against your legs. A small smile spread on your face. “See?“ you cooed. “He's not so bad, is he?“

Biji was too busy sniffing the hero to respond—and he so would've responded otherwise. “Give the side of his neck a nice pat,“ you said softly. “It'll reaffirm you're friendly,“ was added when he glance at you in annoyance.

“Still think you can order me around,“ he scoffed, but much more softly then before.

“I do,“ you responded immediately, “so pet him.“

He hated it, you knew he did because why would a man like Dynamight like being bossed around by someone half his size? But the man gave Biji's long hair a gently pat anyway—not before wiping his hands on his pants, you noticed.

Both of you left the room after and you closed the door behind. “Unless you're scared of dogs, I'm gonna let him go.“

The man said nothing in objection—or anything at all—so you released the beast who ran up to Dynamight immediately. “He might jump so—“ and he was already up, paws on Dynamight's large chest and tail wagging eagerly.

“Biji, down,“ you ordered, gently tugging his collar when he went to jump again.

“Uh,“ you pointed down the hall, “door's that way.“

And off you both walked. No one said a word which gave you a moment to remember the hero's injuries. “I have first aid stuff, if you want it,“ you ended up mumbling because of course he would have his own medical supplies.

“Sure,“ he mumbled back, a rough but oddly civil sound that threw you off guard.

Maybe he was almost out? He probably had to patch himself up a lot. “I, uh, I'll go get it.“

And you did, entrusting Dynamight to Biji's care. You went to your bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit in record time before returning to the entryway, just in time to see the Great Explosion God Dynamight petting your adorable Biji boy. You really wished you and phone right now because no one would believe you.

“Got it,“ you said softly, grinning when he pulled away with a scowl.

“Here you go, apartment buddy. Need anything else? Bottle of water? Painkillers? Anything?“

He didn't say yes or no. He just clicked his tongue before turning around to open your door. You rolled your eyes, following behind to make sure Biji didn't follow him out but also to make sure he got to the elevator fine. You knew he would—he probably dealt with much worse—but, just in case.

“Nice meeting you, love your work but don't make remodeling my apartment a habit.“

He didn't laugh which was his loss cause you were funny as hell. Dynamight gave you one last glance—a very judgy-looking glance before walking off. “See you around,“ you offer lazily before doing a double take.

He was already at his apartment. He was digging out his keys to his apartment because his apartment was—you counted the numbers.

814.

816.

817.

817, and yours was—“Dang, guess we're apartment neighbors, huh,“ you mumbled.

Not quiet enough because he tossed a glare over his shoulder. You chuckled nervously. “See ya 'round,“ you said and you meant it this time.

You retreated into your apartment after. Apartment 818.

It's funny cause I was gonna make like a headconnon bullet point list thing about Bakugo x Independent s/o but it turned into this which is a drabble. A fun drabble that would make a pretty interesting story...

What do you say? Part 2?

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

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Anime

MHA - in progress

AOT - coming soon

JJK - coming soon

Naruto - coming soon

Video game characters

HOA - coming soon

Life is strange - coming soon

don’t repost but you may reblog <33 @izukumidoriyashusband

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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Rules

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Heyyy. I’m Son aka Sonnie, I’m 18 years old and African American. I’m a writer and I do this kinda of stuff for fun. He/him.

Everyone is welcomed here.

Don’t repost my work but reblogging is welcomed. You can leave requests, I do not mind. They are always open. My page is a safe place for anyone regardless of race, gender, sexuality, to read fan fictions.

Keep in mind, This is a secondary account— so if I follow you back and like your posts it’ll pop up as @unknownvibesworld. I swear I’m not ignoring anyone. <33

Everything here is fiction and I do not claim to have made or to own ANY of these characters unless stated otherwise. This is all for entertainment purposes.

Xoxo, Sonnie <33

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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MHA Masterlist

More to come ! More to come ! Don’t be shy to make requests !<33

One shots.

I. Midoriya,, Overprotective

K. Bakugou & I. Midoriya,, In his arms

S. Todoroki,, “I’d take the world down for you.”

S. Aizawa,, Silence (Requested)

Mini series

I. Midoriya,, confession — (Alternative version)

(Part two of confession. I. Midoriya.)

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Imagines with Izuku Midoriya husband

Imagine him between your thighs — I.M

Telling you his secret of accident. — I.M

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Art is not mine. Sonnie, writer, I’m black, and most importantly, Izuku Midoriya’s husband. Secondary account. I take requests. @izukumidoriyashusband

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