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What about bakugou fucking your thighs because you're a virgin but seeing him like that turns you on so much and you finally tell him to put it in🤭
Are we talking DILF Bakugou here? Just imagine that in his eyes you’re so sweet and innocent but he doesn’t want to be the one to corrupt you. He denies the way his cock throbs at the thought of taking away your innocence, thinking about making you do something so depraved but he will never mention it. He won’t be the one to force the subject, even though he can tell how tight you’d be around him, the way his thick cock would stretch your tightness out.
For now, he’s content with this. The blissful look on your face as he towers over you, the feeling of your plush thighs around him enough to keep him satiated. Alternating between cumming all over your front or straddling your chest to jerk himself off all over your face.
There’s just something about the way he pushes your legs together and wraps a large palm around your ankles, trapping his cock snugly between your thighs as he lets out a low groan. His tip dripping with pre as it dribbles against your abdomen, watching as it peeks through your thighs. The underside of his cock dragging against your clit with each roll of his hips as your silky walls flutter around nothing, desperately trying to pull him in. His full, heavy balls slapping against your slit with each forward movement. You want to feel him stretching you out, destroying your pretty little cunt... but he’s a stickler for the rules. He’s told himself he won’t do this, won’t be the one to corrupt you. Even though he’s itching to reach into his wallet and pull out the condom he keeps in there just in case. Your single bed creaking from his bulging frame as he pounds his cock between your thighs, watching the way your cute tits bounce with each thrust.
“You like that, yeah?” Bakugou smirks at the way you tease your bottom lip between your teeth, “Of course you do, always so needy for me.”
“Wanna feel you inside me, Katsuki.” You try to tempt him, just like every other time. Teasingly rolling your pebbled nipples between your fingers as you buck your hips against his length.
“I know you do, princess. But we can’t-” He rasps, your words making his cock throb, “I’d fuckin’ wreck you.”
“But what if I want you to wreck me, daddy?”
Good lord, you knew exactly what you were doing. You little minx. Your tone almost making him cum on the spot as his hips stuttered between your thighs. There was only so much longer he could continue being the good guy in this relationship, the desperation to feel your tight walls quivering around him, milking his cock, was becoming too much.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He growls, dropping your thighs as he moves to grab his jeans from your bedroom floor, already reaching for his wallet.
“No daddy, please-” You move your fingers down to your sopping folds, running your fingers through your slick as you part yourself invitingly for him, “You don’t need that- I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck,” Bakugou snarls, his nostrils flaring as he drops his wallet to the ground, fisting his meaty cock between a large palm as he runs the tip of his cock between your puffy folds for the first time. The swollen head catching against your tight entrance. Nowhere near being inside you and he can already feel just how tight you are, “Gonna fuck you into the shape of daddy’s cock, princess.”
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Are we talking about pegging Sanemi today?
Yeah we can talk about it, if you want to fucking kill me that is.
Imagine just watching him train and you see the curve of his ass through his pants each time he stretches his legs into the same stance and you’re just like “hmmm peggable.”
And he’s trying to bark back orders to hurry up and put it in, but you wanna take your time with him. Especially when he looks so pretty spread out like this for you.
Making him fuck himself on the strap while you stay still and just watch his ass move back against it😫
BUT ALSO. The first time you’re giving him a messy blowjob, and his mind is absolutely reeling. And you trace your finger along his taint until you slip it inside him and he hates how much he likes it??!
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content warning: 18+
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Katsuki loves you and your curves so much. There's hasn't been a single day that passed where he hadn't slapped your ass. He'd intentionally drop something and make you pick it up, just for you to bend over and have your perky butt in the air.
Not only does this give him the most perfect view of your ass, but it also shows him your snatched waist. How only one hand is enough to hold you down while he prone bones the living hell out of you.
Most definitely has videos on his phone of him slapping your ass during doggy. The way your sweat mixed with his would make your butt shiny and glistening. Every slap sends a ripple through one of your poor ass cheeks. Would continously slap it on the same spot just to give you a red hand print on your ass.
Oh, how sexy your hip dips look whenever you wear two piece swimsuits. The lace of the pink panty tight around the dip of your hip. It squeezes it perfectly and gives him another area to grab, grope and hold.
He sometimes thinks boobs are better pillows than actual pillows. He'd come home from a busy day at work, wouldn't bother taking his hero costume off nor take a shower, he'll always find you on your favorite spot on the couch, laying there while you scroll through your phone.
You think, maybe after he'd greeted you that he's home, he'd immediately take a shower. But no, instead he'd drop himself on your soft, plush tits. Taking in your scent and burying himself further in between your bouncy mounds while his aching hands squeeze.
Even better if you've got a bit of chub on your tummy, once he's laid on top of you. He'll most likely doze off and wake up the next day. You're so fucking soft everywhere. The perfect, giant plushie for him to crush with his weight and strength.
He especially loves fucking you against a mirror since he could see everything in the reflection, he loves to watch your squished tits jiggle while he continues ramming into you from behind.
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Izuku, walks in: Ah, Kacchan! Here, I got you a cookie.
Bakugo:…What?
Izuku: I got you a cookie. Since you gave me one the other day.
Bakugo: HOW FU*KING DARE YOU?!
Izuku: W-What?
Bakugo, grabs cookie from his hands and crushes it: Don’t speak to me for a damn month! *walks out*
Izuku:..You gave me a cookie, I gave you a cookie…You gave me a cookie, gave you cookie…Gave me cookie, got you cookie!
Todoroki, watching this: My God, he finally made you snap.
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bakugou katsuki is loud.
he’s unapproachable.
he’s rude.
but he’s still the number two hero, because no one can deny his arrest rates, his talents and frankly, that ass.
i mean, they had him on the cover of vogue last month, there’s a reason he’s number two.
so when the paparazzi catch him on his day off on your date, cameras are thrust violently in your glittery face. a sparkly smoke eye, with a neon pink shirt you’re almost spilling out of, and the longest nails they’ve ever seen start to pose for the camera.
meanwhile, katsuki is sat across from you with red cheeks, trying so hard to tell them to fuck off, but every time he glances at you answering reporter’s questions with a big, dumb grin, he falters.
it takes ten minutes for the cafe workers to clear everyone out the building, profusely apologising to you two. you keep telling them it was fine, there was no need to worry, but katsuki behind you is redder than a tomato. rage? embarassment? you’ll ask him about it later.
it’s no surprise that it only takes a day before you’re on magazines across Japan, and suddenly your socials are blowing up. it’s a good thing you’re not opposed to attention!
bakugou and his mcbling gf are constantly on my mind 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
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brats & bows katsuki bakugou ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!
⋆˙ᝰ about! katsuki lets you wrap a bow around his pretty throat and boss him around… or at least try to.
warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, smut. characters aged up to 20s, light!choking, size kink, switch dynamics, unprotected sex, bows for bondage, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.
ok ok… convincing bakugou to let you wrap a pink bow around his neck.
riding him slow and steady, your cunt milking him with every clench and his cock spurting little streams of precum deep inside every time it spasms. you sink down on him so slow he think he might die from your tortuous pace. bakugou knows he can take over at any minute, there’s a strength in his body no other human could possibly match. it would be easy for him to flip you over and pound you to putty into the couch. he is a pro hero after all…but he really does like this. he loves the feel of your hand reaching back to wrap around his thick throat and dance along the silk ribbon you’d begged to tie there.
your fingers are so small that they hardly can’t even fit around around him entirely… but he feels the heat of your palm through the pink material and the burning sensation of lust that you pass onto him. katsuki adores your sweet little attempt at choking him while choking back your own heavy tears, hiccuping while you throw your hips back and forth so that his tip never leaves your sweet spot. lewd squelching sounds echo throughout the room, needy whines like a lamb bleating at its slaughter tack themselves to your swollen lips and slide through katsuki’s eardrums like dangerous molten molasses.
something about you crying for him, drooling on him drives the blonde insane and makes it hard for him to hold back — he almost feels sorry for you. his precious little cry baby. he knows he’s a little sick for it.
katsuki likes that you think you’re in control when you’re on top of him and in his lap. using him like your own personal fuck toy — but he knows you’re frustrated, itching for the explosive man to touch your clit, to stick his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue or better yet kiss you. your sweaty back to his sweltering chest, his shallow breathing coasting along your bare shoulders makes it worse. katsuki looking so pretty beneath you with a dainty bow secured around his neck to only pisses you off more.
you’d fought tooth and nail to put it on him, grinned like a Cheshire Cat when the blonde whimpered and twitched at the soft sensation of the ribbon around his neck — only just restricting his air ways. you thought that you’d have him under your spell, maybe begging to fuck you while you used him for your own orgasms.
but this is katsuki, and he’s just as bratty as you are. so, if you were going to be in charge, he’d let you. he’d make you work for it — a little bit of pink ribbon wasn’t going to make him submit to you that easily.
and therefore… he does nothing, lets you throw your ass back on his throbbing dick as it drips between your sticky thighs and he thinks he’s still got you under control. that is, until you reach grasp at the soft ends of his ribbon and use it to lug him forward with all your might, startling the cocky blonde.
it’s like a switch has been flipped inside of you, being kept on the edge because your boyfriend won’t fuck you to prove a point has you pent up and desperate. “don’t just sit there, kats,” you snarl in frustration between heavy breaths, sloppy pussy squeezing around the pulsating veins that decorate katsuki bakugou’s, cubby, aching dick. “be useful for once. fuck me. make me feel good.”
from this position, you can’t see the way his black pupils blow wide and swallow the red in his eyes like spilt ink. but your head tips back and to side, just enough to capture his cherry bitten lips in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. you lap into his mouth like a dog having her first taste of water, tasting his flavour and the sweat on his lips. every kiss l is mismatched, rough and messy but your bodies and their movements harmonise like no other — rolling against one another, your cunt never letting go of his swollen cock that fills you up oh so well.
your tone had said it all and it’s all bakugou really needed to let loose, his hips kicking up at the sound of your voice, rough with arousal and deepened with desire. finally, his calloused hands map their way over to your front, the pads of his fingers etching the letters of his name onto your puffy clit while others leave their mark on your hips — holding you in place to take his cock. the blonde loves it all, the way your back arches from his chest and the way your mewls turn to breathless growls when you lose your cool and pull the ends of the pretty bow so hard that his eyes glaze over, his brain goes fuzzy and he can’t stop thrusting up into like his life depends on it.
sweat beads on his brow and against katsuki’s hairline like a crown made of pearls or an angel’s halo much unlike the devilish act the two of you are committing right now. the competing wax and waning of your bodies sends a shiver down his spine — when you slam yourself down onto his seedy girth, katsuki bucks into you, slender hips and sweaty ass rising from the bed to grind his precum into your sluice walls.
maybe katsuki isn’t always in control, even when he thinks he is. maybe your big wet eyes and gushing pushy have more of a grip on him than he thinks…after all, you did manage to convince him to put the bow on after all.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.
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Spoilers! 🚨
So the new BNHA ending got released and I thought the song was just alright…but then they did this-
And just when I was getting emotional right at Shoji…
THEY DID THIS
WTF NO DONT DO THIS TO ME
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THATS SO RANDOM BUT TRUE 😭
i haven't held a conch shell up to my ear in awhile
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Someone submitted @/shibaraki’s post about social media aus and i think it’s so funny to make this semi-meta
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met gala is today, so imagine: stepping onto the red carpet at the met gala in with your husband bakugou. cameras flash brightly, lighting a sparkle in your eyes as paparazzi attempt to capture your custom dress made to fit the theme and in every picture, katsuki is right behind you trying to fix your skirts or touch up your hair — he even helps you with your shoes as you make the long trek up those iconic stairs.
when you’re stopped for interviews to talk about your outfit, preparations for the gala, your latest movie, song or pro hero stunts katsuki is hovering behind you with so much love in his deep red eyes because you’re the only person at the gala that he really cares about.
photographs of the blonde number two hero kissing your hand or holding up your train on the carpet set the internet ablaze. it doesn’t help that you’re both insanely beautiful, and katsuki emphasised he wanted his outfit to match/compliment yours — for once styling his hair up (thus exposing his forehead) all because you asked him to <3
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Something Immortal
word count - 3k
warnings: suicide attempt, drug use, addiction, cursing, teenagers being gross
pairing: model!Todoroki x canon!Bakugo
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"Holy shit guys he posted!!" Mina squeals, vaulting herself over the couch to reach the rest of the Bakusquad sitting on the common room carpet. An old original copy of Monopoly splayed out in the center of their group.
"Ooh, show us! Show us!" Kaminari leans forward, swiping half of the properties off the board in the process.
Sero groans, "Dude you do this every time!!"
The blond pouts, "Hey it's your fault I was losing."
Kirishima just chuckles, picking up his dog piece from jail and throwing it into the box.
"Your smart people game can wait," Mina tugs on Sero's ponytail, "He hasn't posted in weeks."
"Oh my god he's so fucking hot," Kaminari's knee-jerk reaction is whispered as soon as he sees the post.
Todoroki Shouto, one of Japan- and America's- most well-known models. The teenager, who happens to be their age, regularly models for magazines like Vogue, Joker, and Elle. The teenager who has starred in countless American and Japanese short and independent films. The teenager who just so happens to be the son of the number one hero, Endeavor.
No one knows his quirk, but it just adds to the mystery. Some people theorize he's quirkless, but others think he's got a crazy dangerous quirk, which is why he's a model instead of an aspiring hero. Not like he's not perfect for the job, with his gorgeous bi-colored hair and heterochromatic eyes. The scar on his left side somehow only adds to his beauty. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, you simp for Todoroki Shouto.
But that's the obvious, now this photo- this photo.
"It's ethereal, I've never seen him look so serene before."
"He's an actual angel."
"How is he only eighteen?!"
Mina nods as Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima go through the seven stages of grief just looking at the photo.
Kirishima's eyes dart to Todoroki's username... which is just Shouto. In fact, the Todoroki name isn't mentioned once on his account, a fact that has hundreds of conspiracy theories on its own.
"Hey Meens, can we stalk him real quick? I wanna see who he's following."
She grins, "Well anything for you, munchkin."
Sero snorts. Their couple nicknames never fail to amuse anyone within hearing range.
"Ugh gross," Kaminari gags as Mina giggles, swiping off of the picture (which already has over 600,000) and onto his main page.
It's simple, plain yet elegant in the way only a PR manager could manage.
The bio is a link to his most recent shoot with some magazine that Kirishima doesn't recognize, the profile picture is a rare shot of him smiling, a blue checkmark, and a follower count of over four million.
His following count, however, is the shocker.
"He only follows fourteen people?" Sero whispers, clicking on the number.
"Huh," Mina turns the phone slightly so she can see, "Who is he following?"
"Let's see," Sero squints, eyes scrolling down the list, "Hawks... his siblings... Mirko... some American models... his agency's profile... and- wait, isn't that Bakugo?"
"HAH?" Mina yells, whipping the phone around and clicking on the profile.
Sure enough, a slew of photos shows up on her screen, all of their resident blond pomeranian glaring at the camera in various locations.
"He- WHAT?? It must be a glitch!" Mina scrambles frantically, eyes darting across the screen.
"Uh, yeah," Kirishima chuckles, "a glitch."
Mina scrolls up numerous times as if refreshing the page will help.
"I mean what other explanation can you think of?! It's not like Thee Todoroki Shouto would know our Bakugou, they're totally in different leagues." Mina sounds absolutely scandalized, causing Sero to laugh.
"I don't know, Meens, the proof is right there. We should ask him about it!"
"And what- DIE?" Kaminari reasons.
Sero nods, "Fair point."
"Pussies." Mina stands, planting her manicured hands on the edge of the couch, "I'll ask him myself."
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"I REFUSE." A fourteen-year-old Shouto screams at his father.
"what do you mean you refuse? Shouto she's a lovely girl, and you need to procreate while you're still young if you're not going to become a hero like I want. You get one or the other." Todoroki Enji grabs his youngest child by the arm to lead him out of the kitchen, but Shouto jerks out of his grip. "Wh- SHOUTO."
"I'm going to live with Fuyumi. She'll take care of me." He holds his ground, shaking his father off when he tries once again to physically lead him out of the room.
"OH?" Enji bellows a laugh, "And how do you expect she'll find the money to take you in? Raising a teenager is expensive, you know, and she's only a simple school teacher."
"She's not a simple anything. And I- I'll find a way. We'll be fine. I already talked to several agencies."
"...agencies?"
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"Wait, Mina!!" Kaminari calls after the girl, but she's a woman on a mission and there's no stopping her.
They arrive at Bakugo's door in a heap, Kaminari clawing at Mina while she knocks calmly. Kirishima and Sero stand to watch because they have no idea what else to do. (They're just as nervous as Kaminari but they're more afraid of Mina if they're being honest.)
A crash comes from inside the room, but soon their resident angry boy is slamming open his door and glaring at them. The normalcy is comforting.
"Do you fuckers realize what fucking time it is?"
"Yes~" Mina coos sweetly, "I know old men need their sleep but it's only 8:30 and we have a question."
He sighs aggressively and stretches his arms behind his back, cracking his shoulders and then his neck, Kaminari whimpers in fear.
"Alright, what do you want pinky?"
She's practically vibrating with excitement at this point.
"Why is Todoroki Shouto following you on Instagram?"
Bakugo seems to mull over this for a moment, and then he just shrugs.
Mina nods like this answers any part of her question, "That's what I thought, funny glitch. He's pretty hot though, right?"
The rest of the group nods emphatically.
Bakugo scratches his leg with his other heel, "He's not ugly, I guess."
Mina waves her arms around in Bakugo's general direction, "See!!? Even the straight guy agrees!!"
"No one was disagreeing with you, Mina." Sero snickers.
Bakugo grunts, then promptly slams the door in their faces.
"Well I guess that was more than he'd usually do at this time, we're lucky we didn't get exploded." Kirishima muses.
Kaminari nods, shuddering at the thought.
"Welp! That answers our question!" Although it really didn't, no one was about to argue with Mina, "Anyway I'm going to bed."
"Say hi to your vibe for me!" Sero whispers after her.
She waves as she marches away, humming to herself.
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Shouto stares at the street below.
He wonders if he'd die falling from a height like this. He hopes he doesn't hit anyone.
Slowly, he removes his expensive sneakers, dropping them on the modelling agency's roof beside him. It's breezy tonight, and Shouto, freshly sixteen, has nothing to live for anymore. So he won't.
Stepping carefully over the guardrail, not sure why since he's about to jump. Maybe part of him is still afraid.
Whatever he can get over it.
His thin frame wobbles in the wind, and he breathes deeply, too focused on relaxing to notice the roof door opening, and hurried steps coming up behind him.
A warm hand grabs him, almost startling him off the side of the building.
The interruption heaves heavy breaths in his ear as they both topple down onto the concrete floor.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Oh, it's Bakugo.
The only child of his manager, Mitsuki Bakugo, who happens to be a nosy little shit who can't stay out of other people's business.
"Get OFF" Shouto shoves him, frantically scrambling toward the railing again. He needs this.
"NO! Todoroki get the fuck back-"
"It's SHOUTO." blood spurts onto his gray sweater and he realizes with muted horror that he just elbowed his employer's son in the nose.
"Fuck I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He bends down, removing his trashed pullover, and holds it to his friend's nose.
Bakugo snorts, "Sorry- Shouto I mean." He winces when Shouto presses harder into his face, "I'll forgive you if you don't jump."
Shouto sighs, "You know why I was going to."
Bakugo visibly calms at the use of past tense, the outburst must have snapped him out of it.
"Your mom, right?" Shouto tenses.
"Yeah I- he barred me from ever seeing her again and I- I don't know what to do." He shudders and pulls his pills from his pants pocket.
He wonders what his mom would say if she found out her baby was addicted to drugs.
Bakugou frowns but lets his friend take the pill, not sure what to say.
"Fucking piece of shit. Is that even legal?"
"Legally the number two hero can do whatever the fuck he wants. We live in a flawed world, Bakugo.
"I- Shouto."
"Hmm?" Shouto collapses onto the ground, crunching the pill and sighing as he feels the effects start to take almost immediately.
"I care- I care about you, okay? So please let me help you. Let me get you help."
A tear slips down to Shouto's ear without his permission, he wipes it away as quickly as it came.
"I don't know, Bakugo. You haven't exactly seemed to like me in the past. Even though I like to think we're friends I know you don't feel the same." He frowns, admiring the shine of wetness on his palm in the moonlight.
Bakugo grumbles, "Don't fuckin' tell me what I do and don't feel. I really fuckin' care about you even though I'm an ass about it, okay? I'm not good with emotions so don't expect much from me. But I do want you to be happy and I don't think the uh- the pills are helping."
The blond holds out a hand and reluctantly Shouto slaps the container into it.
"Fine," he mumbles, "you're uh- not as bad as I thought."
Bakugo snorts, "You're just as bad as I thought, but I like you anyway."
Against his will, Shouto finds himself blushing, thankful that it's mostly hidden in the dark.
"C'mon," Bakugo gestures to his own chest, "I know you could use one."
Shouto whimpers as he curls himself into the blond's strong frame. He's built a lot of muscle since starting at UA this year.
A strong hand rubs along his back and Shouto finds he can't hold back his tears any longer as the shock starts to set in.
Fuck he almost just killed himself.
"Thanks, Bakugo."
"I almost just watched you die, you can call me Katsuki."
"Thanks, Katsuki."
"No problem, Shouto."
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The Bakusquad once again finds themselves playing a game on the common room floor, this time Sorry, much to Sero's chagrin.
"Sorry!" Kirishima grins cheekily as he kicks Sero's piece back to his home base.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck you guys-" He groans, flopping back onto the loveseat behind him, only to get an eyeful of Bakugo Katsuki's ass, "Oh hey Bakugou!"
"Wh- OI TAPE FACE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE LOOKING-"
Sero snickers, patting Bakugou on the hip, "Sorry dude, it was literally right there."
Small explosions popped from Bakugo's hands as he growled down at Sero.
"Aw come on blasty he's just playing and WHERE are you going dressed like that???!!!"
Bakugo blushes and tugs his light blue blazer down farther.
"I have a date." He mutters, tugging his sleeves.
“Sorry,” Kaminari laughs, “I think I misheard you. Sounded like you said ‘I have a date.’”
Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Because I do, dipshit.” He sighs, checking his -expensive-looking- watch, “Just watch the independent film awards when they’re on. I think it’s like four hours from now that it starts.”
“Whyyyy would you have anything to do with that?” Kirishima groans, very lost.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grunts, digging his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates and checking something before humming and striding towards the front door.
He looks unusually elegant, hair slicked back probably as well as Bakugo’s hair can be, shirt tucked in, a few rings on his fingers, barely visible and yet beautifully drawn eyeliner. He’s… pretty.
The three remaining members of the Bakusquad, as well as the rest of the common room, sit there in awe as he shoves a permission slip in Iida’s blubbering face.
“I- Wh- Bakugo is this from Aizawa? You cannot just leave!!”
“Fuck off glasses, I have his fuckin’ blessing or whatever.”
“Bakugo!”
The blond shoots a middle finger off behind him and slams the door shut, leaving a stunned common room in his wake.
“Uh, well, that happened.” Jirou drones blandly from her place on the couch with Momo.
“Awards show watch party, anyone?!” Uraraka grins, standing, “I’ll get the mochi!!”
“I’ll make tea,” Momo stands as well, dusting off her perfectly clean jeans. Jirou groans at the loss of her girlfriend’s warmth and flops over on the couch.
“This is stupid, he probably got invited by some pro hero and he’s just going to yell at the paparazzi if he’s even gonna be there.” She pouts.
“Well,” Sero grins, “anyone wanna play Monopoly while we wait?”
Kaminari throws the Sorry board at his head.
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“Alright, is everyone ready!!? The red carpet is about to start!!” Hagakure squeals, even though the entirety of class 3-A (minus Bakugo) is there.
“So… what exactly are we watching this for?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.
“Bakugo’s going to be in it apparently, the study group earlier saw him in the common room wearing a suit.” Ojiro answers.
“Not just a suit!!” Mina holds her hands out as if to deliver groundbreaking news, “A fancy suit.”
“Aren’t all suits fancy?”
“Shut up.”
“OOH LOOK there’s Arai Itō and Chiba Yoshida!! Aww, they’re so cute!” Uraraka swoons, clasping her hands together.
“I wonder when Kacchan is gonna come out, these things can take a while.”
“I honestly don’t even care, I heard Todoroki Shouto is nominated for an award this year!! Do you remember that really sad short film he was in about having an overdose? Gosh, I hope he wins.” Hagakure’s hair bow vibrates excitedly.
“THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!” She points at the bottom of the screen where a man in a pale blue dress has stepped out of a limo and onto the carpet, a heeled foot gracefully raising him to his full 6’2”.
“Holy shit he’s gorgeous.” Sero breathes, the reporters on screen basically saying the same thing.
Shouto reaches behind him and holds out a hand for the second person stepping out of the limo, broad shoulders, a shorter stature than Shouto especially with the heels, spiky blond hair, piercing red eyes-
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“HOLY SHIT IS THAT BAKUGOU??”
The aerial camera pans down toward the blond, showing off his suit- which matches Shouto’s dress perfectly- and his, what appears to be professionally done hair.
“Holy shit does he have an undercut now!!?? We just saw him a few hours ago!” Mina screeches.
Momo shrugs, “They do that sort of thing for celebrities.” She sips her tea, unphased.
“Okay okay, we’re all ignoring the most important part. Kacchan is Todoroki’s date.” Izuku frantically waves his arms around.
“I didn’t know they knew each other,” Tokoyami muses.
“What the fuck is happening?” Sero asks no one in particular.
“Wait everyone SHUT UP they’re announcing awards!!!! Todoroki might win one! We can ask Bakugo about this when he gets back. Surely there’s an interesting story.” Uraraka chimes in, handing out mochi and popcorn.
The tv’s voice is muffled under the muttering of several class 3-A members, but Mina turns it up as the male announcer reads the winners of the award Todoroki is nominated for.
“AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SHORT ISSSSSSSSS…
TODOROKI SHOUTO!!! For his work in The End of Me and the incredible performance that shocked-”
Cheers ring through the dorms, popcorn goes flying, and Mina frantically shushes everyone as Shouto makes his way gracefully onto the stage. He accepts the award from the previous winner, bowing elegantly and stepping up to the mic.
“Hello everyone,” He begins, shooting a shy smile directly into the camera. It has always perplexed his fans how nervous he can be in real life compared to in his photoshoots. “This is a really important award to me, not only am I incredibly grateful to the panel for gracing this title upon me, but as of yesterday,” He smiles at the ground, taking a deep breath, “I’m two years clean.”
Shocked gasps ricochet through the award hall as well as through the crowd gathered around the tv.
“He did drugs, kero?” Tsu whispers.
“Mon dieux,” Aoyama shakes his head, pressing a hand to his chest, “how brave.”
Shouto clears his breath and continues, “In fact, that wasn’t the worst of it at the time, and I’m incredibly grateful to all who have supported me through my career. You keep me sane, and you keep me going. But especially, I’d like to thank my sister, brother, and my wonderful boyfriend-”
He holds an arm out to someone in the audience, and the camera pans to none other than Bakugou Katsuki, “who quite literally saved my life, and helped me drive myself back on track. I love you Katsuki, and you continue to improve my life every second that you’re in it.”
Most of 3-A are in tears at this point, and as Bakugo half-heartedly scowls into the camera, they can tell his eyes are shining too.
Shouto glances back at the camera as if directing his words to someone in particular.
“Thank you.”
And then he’s walking back down to his seat as the audience provides him with a standing ovation.
“THEY’RE DATING,” Mina sobs, shaking Kirishima’s shoulders as he sits, staring slack-jawed at the television.
“Yeah, yeah they are.”
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Katsuki does NOT wipe tears from his eyes as he helps Shouto sit back down in his seat, but his boyfriend definitely does. His mascara, thankfully waterproof, still holds strong.
Shouto shoots him a watery smile, rubbing his arm as he pulls the blond into a hug.
“Happy two years, Katsuki.”
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Breaking Point
TW: implied torture, torture, knives, blood, insanity, I might be missing something but you get the idea
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"Izuku"
The villain turns toward his prey.
He hums, dragging the tip of his knife across scarred cheeks.
"What, no 'Deku' today?"
"Izuku," Katsuki calls, head jerking slightly.
Ah, the voices must be bothering him today.
Deku takes a gloved hand and gently removes the blindfold from his red eyes. They blink up at him softly, tears already pooling in their edges.
"Izuku."
Crack
Katsuki groans as a hand-shaped mark begins to redden on the side of his face.
"What are we hmm?" Deku purrs, "Humans not broken records. What is it you're trying to say, Ka~cchan?"
Katsuki's eyes clear slightly as the first tears of the day drip down his face. An early start, it seems.
"You win," he sobs.
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"...What?"
..
"I don't want to be a hero anymore. Please let me die."
"Wh- Kacchan are you sure? We've been going for months and only now-"
The blond heaves in a breath.
"I'm sure."
Deku swipes the knife teasingly across his throat, a small trickle of blood flows from the cut.
"How... disappointing."
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Thank you @tisafinedayforsimping for the Soba submission 🙏
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thinkin abt you sending a cum covered selfie to big bro!izuku or big bro!katsuki bc you know they’ll either raise hell or cum in their pants seeing little sis all covered like that. bonus points if that selfie has his best friend or sworn rival.
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I so rarely draw canonical characters ><
But I plan to start drawing comics with them already, so I'm practicing...
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