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suashii · 6 months

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the first time bakugo sees you, his new neighbor, is from his balcony. the squeak that accompanies your door sliding open catches his attention and your distant voice holds it. you’re on the phone, too preoccupied with your conversation to notice him sitting a few feet away. he watches you from afar, takes note of how you playfully roll your eyes and the way you throw your hand out in disbelief. you’re animated and energized, a shining light against the dark canvas that is the night sky.

bakugo isn’t sure how much time passes before he decides to head back inside. he comes to the realization that it’s strange to watch someone you haven’t even met so intently. so, he stands and picks up his plate of half-eaten noodles, readying to call it a night. whether it’s the scrape of his chair or the feel of his eyes on you, bakugo isn’t sure, but something makes you turn to face his direction. instead of the scowl or scoff he expects of someone who has just found out they were being stared at, you smile at him. you even wave, too.

his lips part in surprise at your kindness, your warmth. bakugo can’t say he knows or has encountered many people who offer a smile while they’re taking a call. deku maybe, but that’s beside the point. before he forgets and makes an ass of himself, he slowly raises his arm, two fingers sticking out to return your wave.

you smile wider.

the image sticks to his eyelids as he lays in bed and waits for sleep to overtake him.

the next time he sees you, it’s on the balcony again. this time you’re able to introduce yourself.

“sorry,” you apologize after giving him your name. you’re sitting in a chair you dragged out from your unit. the singular piece of furniture looks out of place outside. katsuki figures you haven’t had the time to decorate the space appropriately. “i would have done this that first night but my mom was talking my ear off. moving and all.”

bakugo distinctly recalls what it was like when he moved into his first apartment; nothing he did went unchecked by mitsuki. she was practically breathing down his neck throughout the entire process. if he wasn’t grateful for the help, the memories would have sent an unpleasant chill down his spine.

“i get it,” he nods.

talking to you is different than looking from afar, the blonde thinks. even though the two of you have never spoken before this moment, you regard him so casually—like he’s a friend you’ve known for years. it’s refreshing yet strange, being seen as a neighbor before a hero, though he doesn’t mind the change of scenery.

the rest of your conversation borders on mundane—you ask when bakugo moved into the building, about his hobbies, and if he has any coffee shop recommendations near the neighborhood. they’re questions he usually wouldn’t bother answering but something about you compels him to reply. maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re hanging on his every word. or maybe it’s because, despite the fact that you’re the one asking the questions, you’re still a present part of the conversation. it doesn’t feel as though it’s one-sided, like an interview he gets nothing out of. your giggles at his muttered sarcasm and the comments you add—little details about how your apartment is coming together and what you usually order from the café—draws bakugo into your bubble and keeps him there.

talking to you isn’t a chore, in fact, katsuki actually enjoys it. the sound of your voice isn’t irritating like nails against a chalkboard—it’s pleasant, addicting, like the gentle hum of his favorite song. your stare doesn’t bother him because, for some reason unbeknownst to him, it feels like you see past his outer shell, past the image the world has created for him.

you don’t know him now, but bakugo doesn’t mind it being a possibility. a little part of him longs for it.

that longing for a connection isn’t far out of reach. your balconies have become an assembly area of sorts. given his line of work, katsuki can only spend evenings and seldom weekends out under the moon or sun, but you seem to have caught on to the loose pattern that is his schedule. whenever he’s there, so are you.

sometimes you’re working on your laptop, fingers furiously tapping away at the keyboard until you hear the slightly squeaky gliding of bakugo’s door. the contents of your screen are easily forgotten in favor of focusing on your blonde neighbor instead. talking to him means you’ll lose sleep over finishing your report later than intended, but bakugo is much more interesting than the spreadsheet of numbers you’ve been staring at for the past hour.

other times, you’re taking down laundry you hung on the line earlier when the same noise catches your attention. you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and inquire about his day—the good, the bad, the boring, the exciting. (an odd habit arises from it; you ask him to rate his day on a scale of one to ten whenever he joins you outside.) by the time you remember what you were doing before katsuki’s arrival, the sheets you had set out to dry are wrinkled and creased in your arms.

every moment, no matter how short and seemingly insignificant, floods bakugo in a sea of inexplicable joy.

today is no different.

like every night, bakugo kicks off his boots before entering his apartment. after a quick shower and a change of clothes, his feet instinctively carry him to the living room where the door leading to his balcony, leading to you, is. a cool breeze pushes into the unit as he drags the sliding door open and steps out. goosebumps raise on his arms—not because of the evening air, but because he hasn’t even sat down yet and your eyes are already on him.

“hey there, superhero,” you greet him, and he can hear the smile in your voice. there’s a click as the door closes and a grunt as katsuki tosses himself into the lone chair on his balcony. yours has two now, situated on either side of a small table. you’re sitting in the one facing him, a cup of instant noodles cradled in your hands.

“hey.” he returns your hello. it’s audibly less enthusiastic, but he’s glad to see you—even if that sight is you manipulating a pair of chopsticks to best fit the bunch of noodles hanging from them in your mouth.

your wrist stops rotating once you’ve found the prefect positioning. before you take the bite, you ask bakugo, “rate the day?”

all things considered, bakugo had a favorable day. nothing had gone wrong, everyone at the agency was on top of their game, he even had a notable villain takedown. despite it all, the day lacked a sense of excitement. nothing got his blood pumping like has had hoped it would. but now that he’s here in your presence, everything feels right. “…eight.”

“wow!” you cover your mouth upon realizing that you still have food in it. you sheepishly swallow the mouthful before clearing your throat. bakugo’s chin rests in his palm as he grins at your outburst. it’s infectious, causes the corners of your lips to curl into a small smile. “that’s a jump from the rest of the week.”

it is. the days before this one had been mediocre at best. but nights spent with you always give his days an extra point on the rating scale. that, bakugo thinks, isn’t something you need to know. not now, at least.

his eyes fall down to the styrofoam cup in your hands. every time he’s met with you for the past week, the same budget-friendly meal has appeared. “that all you eat?” he questions.

you snort at his observation. he’s got a good eye, you’ve come to learn, remembers details about you that even you find yourself forgetting. you set the cheap dish down on your table and smile. “other than knowing how to operate a rice cooker, i’m even worse than a novice in the kitchen.”

you’re a strange one, smiling while admitting a weakness, the blonde thinks. “you seem oddly happy about that.”

“eh,” you shrug, “it kind of sucks burning everything i touch. but, i happen to know someone who’s planning on helping me fix that.”

you’re still smiling, but this one is different than the others katsuki has had the pleasure of seeing. it isn’t like those delighted ones you wear when you recount the best parts of your day or the admirable ones you sport when you listen to his. there’s something hidden behind this one that he can’t quite put his finger on. knowingness? flirtation?

if the latter was the case, bakugo would have a problem—one he isn’t entitled to, but, nevertheless, a problem. he may not be entitled to it, but the green-eyed monster isn’t something he can so easily conceal, even if he has no business feeling jealous. he crosses his arms at the thought of someone else holding your interest. “and who is that?”

“oh, come on genius.” your heart thumps against your ribcage, hard and heavy. it’s been a few weeks since you moved in to the apartment beside bakugo’s but your first, hushed interaction has stuck with you. the seedling of attraction in your chest when you first met his eye has long since bloomed into an embarrassingly large, vibrant flower. “you think i forgot about that yakisoba you were eating that first night out here? i’m talking about you.”

there’s a fluttering in katsuki’s chest, like his heart started floating while simultaneously skipping a beat. he discreetly pats his sternum to calm the frantic organ sheltered behind it but the action is useless when you’re staring at him so intently, a hypnotizing glint of hope sparkling in your eyes.

“so, superhero, teach me how to cook?"

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nezuscribe · 2 years

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i think that there’s something different about bakugo and how he ages. and by that i mean he ages really well. like really well.

he’s not somebody that likes to stick his head into social media unless he absolutely has to, but he’s defiantly seen the comments from people staring how they’ve never been happier that he divorced (he agrees) and that he’s back to dating (he’s not really, but he’ll indulge them). it’s funny too because his friends don’t seem to be getting the same amount of attention they got when they were in their twenties, but it seems that it never changed for bakugo. in fact, the added scars and muscle seemed to have just helped his image. deku would grumble every now and then, but it didn’t change anything that bakugo was still easy on the eyes.

and sure he could pretend that the word dilf hasn’t passed his ear once or twice but he tries to hide the redness of his cheeks as he tries to shove it all down.

so when he’s on patrol one night and he hears a childlike scream, it’s not only his hero sense that goes off but his dad sense as well.

so he’s sprinting as fast as he can, trying to track down the sound when he bumps into a figure at the round of the corner. he hears a muted groan as they fall to the ground from his impact, and he winces as he tries to help them back up.

“watch it!” the voice yells, massaging their forehead as they try to get a better look at him.

“sorry…ya’ hurt anywhere? need me to take’ya to a hospital?” he’s much better with people than he was back then, but he can still hear the awkward tilt in his voice. he gives you an apologetic wince as you roll your eyes, still not able to see him fully in the dim light.

“no, i just fell. i’m fine,” you touch the sensitive skin as you groan at the pain, already feeling something form, “damn, that hurts.”

“sorry, really,” he says, but still trying to look around you for who had just screamed, “but, by any chance, ‘ya hear who screamed?” and he can just tell your glare burning into the side of your face.

“yeah,” you fidget with your sleeve in annoyance, “me.”

“not now,” he wants to say sarcastically, but he can’t because he’s a public figure and he has to control that urge, “couple minutes ago.”

he hears you snort, looking back into the neighborhood as you nod again.

“yeah, still me.”

he pauses, scratching his head as he tried to math that sound to your voice. it could have matched?

“why….why’d you scream? you okay?” he sounds so stupid, towering over you but acting like an idiot as you roll your eyes.

“cause a fuckin’ bug flew into my face.”

he nods in understanding, now feeling bad that he not only knocked you down but did it after you were so viciously attacked.

there’s a silent beat as the two of you have nothing to say, and he almost wants to just jog off.

“you owe me.” you say, kicking a pebble around as he can feel his brows furrow in confusion.

“for what?” his voice is gruff, but even you can tell that without needing to see him he’s good looking.

“knocking me over and giving me a bruise,” your arms cross, “i want compensation. or i can do the same to you.”

he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to imagine anyway else his night could have ended. all he wanted to do was go home early and spend some time with his daughter but he got himself caught up in this.

“can take you to a hospital, like i offered.”

you shake your head, looking around as you track down a small shop down the corner of the road.

“that bakery’s closed,” you point over to a small building with purple fringes, its lights off as he tracks what you’re motioning to him, “it opens at four everyday and it always runs out of shit at six. get me one of their croissants.”

he almost wants to say ‘or else….’ but you beat him to it before he could even mutter the words.

“or else you can stand over there and i’ll ram into you.”

and he won’t lie, even though both of your ultimatums were terrible at least he could crack a grin at the last one. and anyways, he was battered and bruised from the villain he fought the afternoon and was in no mood ready to be speared so close to finishing his patrol.

“fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, digging his phone out of his pocket as he unlocks it, going to his contacts app as he outreaches it to you, “put your number in.”

“why?”

“so i can call you to give you you’re fuckin’ croissant tomorrow.”

your eyes comically widen, not believing it was that easy to bribe somebody to get you the one thing you’ve been wanting the past few weeks. you graciously take it as you jam your number in, putting your name after.

when you pass it back to him, the light of the screen luminaries his face and you gasp, feeling your heart drop to your ass when you realize who it actually is. here you can see the infamous red eyes, wheat colored hair freckled with gray as he looks over your name.

“cute name.” he grunts, muttering your it under his breath so that he doesn’t forget it. he even gives you a little wink as he walks away, almost gracing your shoulder as you stand there motionless.

a couple minutes your phone buzzes with a text, and you whip it out to see who it was. even if it said unknown you had a guess who it was seeing his first text.

unknown: forgot but i got playdate duties tmr so can’t pick ur shit up

and then another one came in

unknown: get some good clothes for tmr night and i can fly you over to get some

your lips pout slightly as you try to decipher what the hero was trying to get at, texting back a confused where as you try to pretend that your cheeks weren’t heating up because of this all. it was surely out of the blue, nothing you would have expected from shrieking because of an insect, but even more so was what he sent next.

unknown: place in france i heard is good

unknown: thought u wanted croissants?

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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I Think He Knows (pro!kirishima x you)

summary: he's not into party games, so what do you do for seven minutes when you're locked in the closet with your high school crush?

wc: 2.9k

cw/tags: aged up characters!!, friends to lovers, mutual pining, swearing (lots of it), truth or dare, slightly suggestive toward the end but nothing descriptive, first kiss, alcohol and drinking, just pro heroes being idiots

note: prompt is once again from @creativepromptsforwriting because i wanted to write a silly party confession fic ! hope you enjoy, i did NOT mean for this to become this long lmao. he's literally so boyfriend why can't he be real

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

“I want him so bad I’m gonna pass out,” she confesses, throwing herself onto your body and sighing longingly. “Do you think he thinks of me often?”

“Now I really feel like we’re in high school again, ‘chaco. I think you should talk to him about your love life instead of me. Maybe he’ll get the hint, that way.”

“Hypocrite.” She scowls at you over the rim of her plastic cup, downing another serving of punch with questionable amounts of alcohol. “I had to hear about your infatuation all the time.”

You stick your tongue out defiantly. “It wasn’t an infatuation. It was just a crush, that’s all.”

“Yeah, a crush that lasted three whole years,” she hiccups, crossing her legs next to you on the couch and leaning her head on your shoulder. “Do you think about him often? Remember, no lies.” Your eyes immediately gravitate to who she’s talking about, supervising some drinking game at the wet bar that has Kaminari’s eyes watering and Shoto’s face bright red. Deku tries in vain to stop Bakugo from downing shot after shot, ultimately accepting a mystery concoction handed to him by Sero. He immediately spits it out all over Bakugo and both of them are so intoxicated they can’t aim hits at each other correctly. You laugh under your breath and quickly dart your eyes away when Kirishima looks over his shoulder in your direction. Ochaco nods knowingly, giving your thigh a squeeze that startles you. “Oh, you definitely do.”

Before you can respond, Mina throws the front door of Sero’s house open followed closely by Jiro and Momo. Overflowing grocery bags of junk food line her arms and she kicks the door shut behind her as her hands are both holding a bottle of soju each. Cheers echo through the house at her arrival and she bows dramatically.

“Looks like the party’s finally here,” Ochaco winks at you before joining Tsu to help Mina unload the groceries. You shake your head as your chest feels the familiar lightness that always came when your entire class was happy and having fun. It was Mina’s idea to have a reunion party, after all, and you knew everyone was looking forward to it. It was scheduled months ago because everyone’s calendars needed to line up and from the looks of it, all of you needed the break. With the press kept back by several thousands of volts of electricity running through the perimeter gate of Sero’s house, you and your friends could finally relax.

Or, so you thought.

“Okay, party people! Now that we’re all slightly fucked up, it’s time for some games! First game is 7 Minutes in Heaven!”

“As if this hasn’t been 45 minutes of Hell already,” Shinso deadpans from a neighboring armchair, but even you could tell he was enjoying himself by the slight quirk in the corner of his mouth.

Mina sends a joking glare at him, chucking a balled-up napkin at him. “Get in the fucking circle, Hitoshi.”

You slide down from the couch onto the floor and feel a muscular bicep press against your arm. “You mind if I sit here?” When you turn to that all-too-familiar voice, you’re blinded by a bright shark-toothed grin and glittering crimson eyes. You smile and nod in assent, eyes widening when you look away to stop your heart from racing. You catch Ochaco’s gaze and she smirks mischievously, to which you loudly suggest the seat next to her when Deku is trying to find a spot in the circle. You wink at her and crack open another can of some fruity mixed drink.

“So!” Mina begins as Jiro positions an empty glass bottle on the coffee table in the middle of the circle. “Do we all know the rules of 7 Minutes in Heaven–”

“Why the fuck are we using a bottle?” Bakugo’s rough voice cuts through the polite silence and Mina rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that a different fucking game?”

“It’s only there to ensure no bias in the participants of the game, Bakugo,” Shoto boredly drawls. His face is blank when his eyes meet Bakugo’s. “If we wanted, we could spin your dense head–”

“You wanna go, Ice Pack?”

“Let’s allow Mina to finish speaking!” Ever the diplomat, Momo shakes her head impatiently while she effectively halts the two Pros’ piss match. You feel Kirishima’s sigh of relief that he didn’t have to restrain anyone and bite your lip to suppress a chuckle.

“As I was saying,” she continues as she delicately dances around the circle. “The bottle will be spun two times. If it lands between two people on the first go-around, those people have to go in. But normally, whoever the bottle points at gets locked in the closet with the other person who’s pointed at for seven minutes. What you two do for those seven minutes…” A suggestive glint flashes across Mina’s dark eyes and she shrugs carefreely. “That’s none of our business.”

An awkward silence settles over the group as Mina continues to stand but seems to be expecting someone else to speak. She clears her throat and Denki suddenly perks up with something to say. “Wait, is this when I do the thing?” Your eyebrows dip in confusion, as do most of your other classmates except for Mina and Sero.

“Yes, Denki. This is when you do the thing, so go get it.” Sero pinches the bridge of his nose as Denki shoots upward, running down the hallway to grab something from the storage closet. When he returns, he triumphantly holds a cardboard box labeled “HEART RATE MONITOR x2.”

Deku groans, covering his face as Mina beams. “Oh, no…”

“Oh, yes.”

“Did you steal that from some fuckin’ pharmacy?” Bakugo and Shoto both appear horrified.

“What? No! I got it from my neighbor’s garage sale.”

“That’s even worse!”

Sounds of protest erupt from your classmates and you can’t help giggling at their reluctance to have their heart rate tracked. From your time in high school and into your professional career, you knew you never got picked during these games. You were resting easy knowing you never had to kiss one of your friends because of some stupid bottle. Especially with the positioning of Kirishima right next to you, the odds of you two needing to go into the closet together were slim to none. Tonight, you knew, would be no different than the past as you vaguely listened to Denki explain the use of the heart rate monitor.

“Basically, we’re gonna call out if you’re making the other person’s pulse jump. It’s like that one part of that couples show we caught Iida watching during our second year,” Mina summarizes and Iida’s stoic voice pipes up in defense of his “research” on how best to acquire a lover while the circle snickers at the memory. Tokoyami’s hand reaches up to pat his shoulder sympathetically.

“Alright, spin the fuckin’ bottle already! I’m literally aging over here.” Kirishima snorts next to you, hiding a choked laugh with a cough into his sleeve and you jokingly pat his back in concern. You’re too preoccupied with looking at him to notice the gasps and noises of shock as the bottle finishes its rotation around the circle. Confused at the excited expressions of your friends, you look down to see who the bottle pointed at.

It was between you and Kirishima.

You had to play 7 Minutes in Heaven with the boy you had a crush on for the entirety of high school.

Your mind blacked out, face feeling like it was on fire as you both were hooked up to one heart monitor each. You didn’t dare glance at Kirishima because, for all you knew, he was irritated about being picked for these types of games since it wasn’t manly. Ochaco waggled her eyebrows at you and you felt slightly nauseous as she hooked up the machine to your pulse, guiding the wires under the door. “We’ll see you in seven minutes,” Mina crooned. “Have fun!”

The door locked and you were in complete darkness with him. It was suffocatingly quiet, so silent that breathing felt like a trumpeting elephant. Hushed whispers come from the other side of the door as your classmates analyze your pulse.

Jesus, his heart is racing. Like, dangerously fast!

So is theirs. Doesn’t sound like they’re doing anything in there, though.

You think he’ll actually make a move tonight?

Dude, shut the fuck up. They can probably hear us through the door.

You swallow and wince when the noise is audible in the isolated quiet of the closet.

“So, uh–”

“I, um–”

You both start to speak and cut off just as abruptly, apologizing profusely and insisting the other go first. He takes a deep breath before he speaks again.

“Look, honestly, I’m not really…into these types of games,” he starts, breath ragged but you couldn’t imagine why. “I don’t really know how to explain it, I just…”

“I know. It’s okay. Not manly to make out or do God knows what with someone you’re not dating, right?” Your laugh is shaky and you mentally kick yourself for feeling so jittery.

“Yeah,” he exhales, relieved that you’re not going to expect him to do something he was uncomfortable with. You know damn well he would never make you do something you were uncomfortable with. It’s quiet again for a few moments before he clears his throat and continues. “But… I feel bad just making you sit here in awkward silence so…do you wanna play truth or dare instead?”

Oh, shit, their heart rate finally spiked!

Why’s it say that his breathing is super shallow?

You’re reading something wrong because that’s definitely not what this measures.

“Sure.” You hear him shift around in his seat on the floor and you lean against the wall, pulling your legs close. “Wanna go first?”

“Yeah. Alright, uh…well, truth or dare?”

You choose the safe option, always. “Truth.” You had no idea what he would possibly ask you, but you knew it was probably going to be harmless.

“What’s your type?” Your blood runs cold in your veins and you pray that your heartbeat isn’t as loud in reality as it is in your ears. He must mistake your silence for confusion. “Like…in a guy.”

“Um…” Your voice trails off, mind running at a million miles an hour to bury your secret. “Someone nice, I guess.” He hums in acknowledgement, waiting for you to explain further. “I’d like him to be supportive of me and my career. Good with my friends, that’s a given. Uh…yeah. Just not a scumbag.” You laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest and feel a little lighter when you hear him chuckle too. “I don’t really care about body type or looks; I just want him to be a good person who will treat me right. In my dreams, I’d like him to treat me like I’m royalty, adore me and whatever. That’s hard to come by these days, though.”

Fuck, his pulse is racing!

What could they be doing in there so quietly that’s making him so nervous?

Shall we alert medical personnel?

No, Iida. You can see their hearts are still beating right here.

“Alright, well. I hope you find the man of your dreams then. He sounds great.” In the darkness, you could have sworn he sounded almost…disappointed? “Okay, your turn. Ask me.”

“Hmm, okay. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

The question slips out before you can stop it. You blame the liquid courage and the mystery drink Ochaco made for you. “What’s your type?”

Wow, that’s a huge spike for him.

It looks like their heart rate has leveled out; does that mean they’re not nervous anymore?

Maybe, or maybe they’re used to the energy now. He’s still a stuttering mess in there, I bet.

“Uh, someone familiar, if that makes sense. Like, you know, hero stuff can get really exhausting. I think my type is just someone who I can come home to and who’ll love me even through the good and the bad. Someone to help me fight battles, physical and mental, you know?” You nod and realize he can’t see it, so you settle for humming in agreement. Your brain feels fuzzy and it takes a considerable amount of effort to focus on the smooth tone of his voice.

“Do you remember the first battle we fought together?”

“Of course I do.” You can hear the fond smile in his voice. “I volunteered to partner with you because I thought you were cool.”

“You didn’t know anything about me yet.”

“Didn’t matter. It just felt right to be with you.”

Huge spike for both of them!

Seems like he’s having a whole rollercoaster of emotions in there.

Your heart stops again and you wish there was light so you could read his expression, whether he meant it platonically or something more. “Okay, my turn. Would you ever date anyone outside? Like from our friend group?”

He’s silent for a long time and you worry he didn’t hear you correctly before he gives a definitive, “No.” Impulse takes hold of your mind.

“Why not?”

“I’m just not interested in any of them.”

“But you are interested in someone?” The second question falls from your lips naturally and you don’t expect him to answer it considering that it wasn’t part of the game.

His pulse is slowly increasing again. He must be getting nervous.

“Yeah, I am.” Your heart drops into your stomach. Of course he was interested in someone, and they were probably interested back, but the likelihood of it being you was in your wildest dreams.

“Hmm, okay. Your turn.”

“Are you interested in anyone in our friend group?”

Your voice chokes in your throat. “Y-Yeah.” Sweat beads on your burning face and for the first time, you’re grateful for the lack of light so he can’t see how much you’re panicking.

“Are they outside right now?”

“It’s my turn to ask, Kiri.”

“You got an extra one on me, if you think I didn’t notice.” His voice is dangerously low, more serious than you’ve heard him in a long time. “So. Is the person you’re interested in outside right now?”

Both their pulses are racing again.

They must be talking about something because this doesn’t happen if you’re just kissing the entire time.

Oh, because you have lots of experience kissing and getting people’s heart rates up?

Ask your mom about my experience with kissing–

You asshole–

Shut the hell up! I’m trying to eavesdrop!

You steady your resolve, inhaling and exhaling deeply before answering the expectant darkness. “No, they’re not out there right now.” You can hear the confusion cross his face as he calculates who in your friend group was absent.

“Who are you–”

“He’s in here with me.” The smallest oh escapes his lips and you pray for the time to go faster, body burning in shame. “Sorry, this is a really weird way of telling you, but…”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“I wanna kiss you. Please.”

“You don’t have to, Kiri, really. You don’t have to play the rules of the game if–”

“This isn’t about the game anymore. I wanna kiss you, game or no game.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.” He huffs and you hear him run a hand through his hair in the darkness. He only did that when he was nervous. You were making him nervous. “You’re the only one I’m interested in, the only one I’ve been interested in since high school.”

What the fuck?

Denki, your fucking machine broke!

We lost their pulses!

Did those idiots break the heart rate monitor?

I think you broke the heart monitor, stupid.

You’re speechless and, tired of words, you crawl toward his voice in the darkness. It seems that he had the same idea as he receives you eagerly. His calloused hands pull you into his lap until you’re on top of him, fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck. His breath is hot on your neck as you wait there for something to happen and you sigh into his mouth when it finally finds yours. The first kiss is gentle and sweet, careful not to scare you away. But after you catch your breath and pull him closer by his jacket collar, his fingers firmly press into your hips, running over the eaves of your body. Your breath comes short and fast and you needily pull him closer as he confidently meets your wordless demands. He pulls away for a moment, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“Kiri…”

“Eijiro.”

“Eiji, please.”

“Hold on. It’s been seven minutes. And, for the record, I want to date you.”

You’re barely able to supply your agreement before a loud banging on the closet door startles you.

Alright, lovebirds, that’s time! Opening up the door in three…two…what?

Before they can open the door, you catch the telltale sound of Eijiro hardening his arm and a spark of light as he slams his fist down on the door handle, locking you in but also locking everyone else out.

Oh, shit! He actually did it!

This was his entire fucking plan?

You better pay for my door when you inevitably break it open!

Let them be; it’s been a long time coming.

“Now, where were we?” You laugh in disbelief at the smug grin in his voice as he gently bites the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet, hands roaming increasingly lower on your body.

“Eijiro, they’re gonna get anxious that we died or something,” you make to leave his lap and open the door, but his arms catch you before you stand.

“I’ve waited years for you. They can wait a few more minutes.”

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theloveinc · 8 months

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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #this is what crocheting a baby hat does to u #no im jk i was just thinking abt bakugo being like 22 and awkward as h*ck bc he still hasnt recovered from the war #i wanna talk abt what he's like more but this is what came out instead LOL #like i think he's really stubborn abt ... coping with after effects of dying #and then before he knows it he has major depression LMFAOO #and he can like go to work get his degree do all he needs to do as a 20-something year guy #but he's not like. *there*. you know #and you meet him and he's a binch but he's not hard to get along with #and u just sorta take him in and drag him places like idk #your school's halloween night.. or even just a night out with ur friend (he doesn't even know how to order a drink)#and he doesnt even process it all until one day he's like 'dang it feels like ive been asleep for years'#and he kinda was #but he knows youre the one who helped him and now he wants to fix himself for you bc he remembers u being there for him #but he's so funny im imagining him with like. frat boy facial hair and a really outgrown ugly mullet type haircut #and lowkey with like. greasy skin (ik he's perfect but he's in a bad state and it shows) and he eats instant noodles ever day #and only watches japanese top gear #and goes on patrols where he beats the crap outta ppl and then doesnt remember it #DREAM BOY #and then he's big hero later #anyway #caitie post #gen

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megukins · 1 year

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Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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writermask-0807 · 1 month

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bakugo katsuki x reader

A/N: omg this took way too long 😭😭 but-

for my loyal follower, nunezs-stuff!! sorry for the delay, and I hope that I've done your request justice. Also, once again, I might not have all of your oc's personality quirks, but i did try. Thank you for requesting, Hope you enjoy!

Warnings:

wayyy too long for some hcs, ooc bakugo, lowkey aggressive bakugo (he should be a warning himself lol), swearing (cus it's bakugo, duh), I wrote kianna using ��you’ since it wasn’t specified. kianna's eating disorder is also included, and im not sure if i depicted it correctly, but i tried my best!! hope not to offend anyone, haha uhh that's pretty much it, ig. Oh, and this one is for bakugo only, sorry, but I'm currently working on the others- they'll be out in a while. Lmk if I missed anything else!!

bakugo katsuki, who meets you at the entrance exams, and, initially, regards your existence with indifference, since he’s already fuming, hands sparking with flames - all he’s thinking about is the sheer audacity of that bastard deku to even think about coming here, and how he’s gonna pummel him into the ground!!

*ehem*

so he’s honestly taken aback by your display of strength in the exams; he hadn’t paid much attention to you, yeah, but you sure didn’t look strong from how much he knew

either way, he’s intrigued - and almost immediately regards you as a new rival, and he expresses it in the only way he knows how to

“oi ya damn nerd! you must think highly of yourself, flexing your quirk like that!”

cue you turning to him with blank eyes

you shake his hand off your shoulder, looking unimpressed, even - bored

and almost immediately you piss him off with that - that expression of yours

there’s just something about it - something about that eerie emptiness in your eyes that sets him off, but bakugo’s determined and he isn’t going to let you off the hook so easily

so the both of you form a weird kind of rivalry/friendship into the first year of u.a that he definitely won’t admit is kind of nice

because with you, even with your blunt words and sharp eyes, you stick around when so many others have left him behind

and he can’t entirely blame them, selfish as he is

and it’s hard at first, because he’s more prone to blasting you with his quirk than ever having a *cough* normal *cough* conversation with you, but you’re just as stubborn as him, if not more

and you don’t take his shit either - returning his sneers and snide remarks with leers and barbs of your own

and you’re annoying, sure, always so goddamn blunt and straightforward, constantly on his heels like some kind of damn insect he can’t get rid of, but your company is nice from time to time (though he’ll never tell that straight to your face in a thousand years)

and bakugo just doesn’t get it at first

he knows he’s not the ideal friend (are you even… ‘friends’?); he’ll say shit that hits right where it hurts, does stupid shit that he doesn’t actually really mean

but you stick around and he learns to tolerate you and despite your arguments that are really just banter at this point, you look out for him and so does he, and… that’s kind of it, he supposes

and he doesn’t know how it has evolved to this - but he quickly learns to read between your insults and find the grudging compliment, he learns to see the embarrassed red in the tips of your ears when your face remains blank

he begrudgingly learns your likes and dislikes (though not on his own will), and so whenever he visits a store, he finds his eyes catching over the things you’d like, and for some godforsaken reason, ends up buying them for you

shoves it in your arms with a furious flush on his face and some lame excuse that you probably don’t believe but have the good graces not to point out

he learns that you can cook, and that it’s surprisingly good (again, he’ll never, ever admit it)

which is in anomaly in itself, and when he finds out, demands that you cook for him, claiming that he needs to taste how ‘bad’ his rival’s cooking is

you respond to this with a fond eye roll, and inform him that it’s definitely better than his, which riles him up, but then you end up cooking for him anyway

and, on a more intimate occasion, he learns that you can’t quite stomach the food you so meticulously make, and it pisses him off

of course, he knows it’s a disorder and that it can’t tackled by his sheer brashness alone

so he takes a more ‘subtler’ approach, if you can even call it that lol

ends up doing a ton of research; he starts with the little things, a slice of fruit here, a piece of fruit there- bakugo makes sure to periodically feed you small amounts of food because he takes notice that you can never really finish big meals

piles more food on your plate when he thinks you’re not looking

threatens you with smoking hands and an angry scowl (but he’s not angry, not really) to “eat more, damnit!” claiming that “you’ll be a scrawny little bastard forever so eat before i make you!”

(but thankfully, you don’t mind half as much as you’re amused)

comes ‘round to your room with tubs of your favorite foods that he claims he ‘accidentally’ made too much of (it’s a literal feast, btw)

watches you intently to make sure you’re actually eating, and when you tell him, quite bluntly, that he looks like a creep with a weird fetish of watching ppl eat, he tells you to “fuck off!” in no less indignant terms

continues to watch you like a hawk anyway lmao

(he catches you smiling, makes a whole fuss about it, and the both of you end up brawling it out, food promptly forgotten)

and so in the midst of this grudging rivalry-that’s-actually-really-friendship, it takes bakugo a painfully, painfully long time to realize

he likes you

no, no, no- he actually, really really really likes you

and it hits him like a ton of bricks after kamino

he’d came back as haunted and withdrawn as a ghost, and he’d pushed everyone away, all angry sneers and bared teeth and growling voice

but you’d stayed

you didn’t flinch away from his fury and his hurt and his screaming anguish - you’d welcomed it with open arms, quite literally

you’d forced his thrashing body into a tight hug, clamped your arms around until he’d stopped protesting and just collapsed onto you, sobbing his heart out, a crying, shaking mess

you were uncharacteristically gentle, soothing his cries with a hand carding through his damp hair and lips pressed his temple, his forehead, his cheeks, his fluttering eyelids

and it’s there, slumped boneless in your arms, voice hoarse from screaming himself raw and eyes red and puffy, too tired for his pride to protest, that bakugo - finally, after a stupidly long time - realizes

oh shit. i’m in love.

and he’s pretty sure you know, too

and so there’s no confessions, no fireworks or the sudden coming of spring to mark the start of something wonderful (but it is wonderful); it just sort of… happens

and so nothing changes- not really

you still argue over every little thing, and he still brings food ‘round to your room and you still spend time together doing study sessions;

except nowadays whenever you reach out to tug

at his hair out of eventual annoyance whenever you fight, a stupid lovesick blush rushes to his cheeks, no matter how hard he tries to snuff it out

and you accept his dishes with a faint smile that definitely doesn’t make him swoon

and the study sessions have turned to study dates that he really just spends admiring every flutter of your lashes and the light to your eyes whenever you get an equation right; wondering at the soft round of your cheeks that crinkle with your smiling dimples (that rarely stay long enough for him to catch), and the sweet curve of your mouth that lifts, just barely, into a gentle smile

and so with you and bakugo, it’s a learning kind of love; the kind that teaches you the ups and downs of life, the kind that hurts in the best sort of way

because it’s with you that bakugo learns how to trust and be trusted

(because what else was it when he showed him all your scars and your bruises, what else was it when you bared yourself inside out for him, the good and the bad, the flaws and perfection, and he for you?)

and it’s with you that bakugo learns to love and be loved, the soft gentle kind he’d thought to be so weak before, but - well

it’s not so bad after all. is it now?

#answered request!!#thank you for requesting!!!#bakugo katsuki x reader #reader x bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #hcs #bakugo x you #mha #bnha #mha x you #bnha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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g0lden-diety · 9 months

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How abouut…. Bakugo with black reader grumbling about getting dragged to the club but you try to convince him that it’ll be fun bc he’ll be with the guys while you stick with the girls and it’ll be a cute lil outting for y’all. he gets irritated but figures he should go bc you’re looking like 🔥sin🔥 in that black dress and he would want to be around just in case anyone tries it but he honestly gets more than he bargains for when he sees u throwin it back w the girls and it’s over when he sees someone approaching you and now he’s tight bc he’s gotta drag u out the club and show youre his 👀👀, just a thought 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

Oh...oh hell yeah, this is perfect!!! Like this was my face when I read the request:

Little Black Dress ┆ K. Bakugou

Pairing : Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Black!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

cw: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex, choking, cockwarming, oral (fem. giving), overstim, fingering, impact-play, slut-calling, some aftercare, praise, some degradation, smut (obviously) MDNI

All characters are aged up!!

Author’s note: soooo, this was originally gonna be a headcannon/drabble post, but I REALLY liked this request so I decided to turn it into a short fic, I hope you enjoy‼️<3

Minors Do Not Interact // 18+

“Why the hell are we even going?” Katsuki uttered loud enough for you to hear, causing you to sigh from the bathroom.

“Katsu, c’mon! Mina invited us out so we could finally get a fuckin’ break. You can hang with the guys, I hang with the girls, we all can drink, dance, get lit. It’s gonna be fun,” you said as Katsuki made a ‘tch’ sound from your shared bedroom.

Mina had invited you, Katsuki, Kirishima, Deku, Ochacco, Kaminari, Jirou, Hagakure, and Sero out to the club to get sort of an escape from the day-to-day hero life. Obviously after tonight, and the morning after you nursed your hangovers, it would be back to business.

“Ok, how do I look?” Katsuki’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you. Your curves filled out the silk, black dress, it stopping at mid-thigh, dipped low in the front, backless, and only held up on you by a few strings.

Katsuki looked at you like you were straight up sin, and goddamn, did he wanna be a sinner right now.

“Still don't wanna go?” you asked cockily, leaning against the doorframe, resting your hand on your hip. You could see him subtly shift in his seat as his eyes flit from your chest, to your hips, then slowly up to your face.

“Tch, c’mon n’ let’s go, ya cocky lil shit,”

So there you all were, the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol wafting through the air. You and the crew stood in front if the bustling club, live with energy. You and Mina we're going to practically buzzing with excitement. Glasses of sickly sweet drinks were poured, making the person who ingested them feel light and airy, like they were on top of the world.

“Alright ladies n’ gents, let's go get some shots cause I'm tryna drunk n’ nasty,” she spoke, sending a wink to Kirishima, making him wink right back.

“Do not make babies on the dancefloor, I beg of you,” Sero mumbled as you laughed, grabbing Mina’s hand, then she grabbed Ochacco’s, who grabbed Hagakure’s, who then grabbed Jirou’s as you all head to the bar, leaving the guys stuck.

Soon, drinks were poured, music was bumping, people were dancing and having a good time, as they should. The honey-colored liquid made your head float as you moved your body with your friends to the bass thumping through the club.

You were feeling the music, the fun, having a great time, but there was one issue. Katsuki hadn’t been paying you attention all night. He only really conversated when you stopped at the bar to get another drink, or whenever you and the girls took a break from dancing. The thought made you subtly pout in frustration.

You began to move your hips provocatively, wining and twisting your lips, hypnotizing anyone who looked. This caused a bit of an uproar, seeing as more and more people began to crowd around you, hyping you up. Katsuki heard the commotion on the floor, eyebrow raising as he wondered what the hell was going on. He moved past the people, subtly not-so-subtly shoving past people. Once he saw, his eye twitched in irritation.

You, his girl, his woman, was in the center of the floor putting on a show for everyone to see. You were throwing ass so disrespectfully in that dress, he was surprised the cops weren’t called for disrespectful-ass throwing. Katsuki watched silently, feeling his blood boil while perverted eyes watched you, lusted for you. How dare they? You were his, and his only.

His final straw was when someone, a man, slinked closer to you. Katsuki couldn't tell who he was, or what he looked like, due to the lighting of the club. He watched as the guy stuck out a hand, reaching for your ass.

“Oh, hell no,” the blond thought to himself, angrily trudging over to you. You glanced, seeing Katsuki getting closer.

“Kats-”

“Shut up, we need to talk,” you couldn't even get a word out, you were too busy being dragged to the back of the club, down the dark hallway, and into the bathroom, the door licking behind the both of you.

“Have you lost, you're fuckin’ mind?!” he exclaimed as you winced at his tone, it making your head pound.

“Shhhhh, you're so loudddd. Besides, don't even know why y’ care. Y’ haven't been payin’ me no attention allllll night. What, cause I put on a little show, it's an issue?” you asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as he breathed out deeply.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, obviously being over this bullshit.

“Mmkay, while you're in here havin’ your bitch fit, I'm gonna go out n’ continue to par-” his hand slammed up, blocking you from the doorway. You looked at his hand and arm like it was a foreign object, wondering what the hell he thought this was.

“Uh, excuse me? I don't know who the hell you think you blo...” you sentence trailed off as you looked into his eyes, them darkened with lust. He looked down at you, the way your brown skin looked in the red lights of the bathroom, the way that little, black dress fit tightly in all the right places.

“You,” he gripped your waist, turning you and pinning you against the sink counter.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere. You wanna put on a show for everybody to see what's mine? Fine, I'll show you why you're mine,” all of a sudden, your hands were being pinned on the counter, hissing as a shooting pain going up your spine, asscheek throbbing.

“Katsu-”

“Shut it, slut. I obviously gotta remind you who you belong to since you wanna act out,” he bent you over farther, smacking your ass again, earning a shocked gasp from you. There was something different in his eyes, something feral. It made your thighs mush together as you felt your core pooling with heat.

He smacked your ass again, a slight moan escaping your mouth from the pleasurable pain. His hand trailed down your spine, flipping up the back of the dress, seeing your panty-less behind.

“N’ you got the nerve to not wear panties either? Oh, baby,” he leaned down, close to your ear while grabbing your hair to pull you back.

“I'm gonna fuck you nice and good,”

Katsuki’s hand tightened around your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You squealed loudly as you felt Katsuki’s fingers plunging into you, curling and hitting against all the right spots.

“Ngh! Kats-shit!” You exclaimed, biting your lips as Katsuki’s fingers moved faster and faster.

“Look at you, takin’ these fingers like a fuckin’ slut. Show me how good it feels, baby,” he commanded in your ear as your eyes rolled, letting out a loud moan, clutching his hand that was placed on your waist.

He bit his lip at the sight of you, his lover, melting at his touch and begging him to slow down. It made his bulge throb against the fabric of his pants.

“Mmm, look at you babygirl, look at how pretty you look,” your head hung low as you breathed deeply, your legs shaking and your core throbbing as you juices ran down your legs and onto his fingers.

“You heard me, slut,”

Suddenly, your head was yanked up by your hair, Bakugou forcing you to look at yourself.

“When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you take orders like a hood little slut, you hear?” He asked as you mumbled something unintelligible.

“Oi,” he smacked the side of your face, yanking you back roughly and then gripping around your jaw, holding your face class to his.

“You should know, I don’t like fuckin’ repeatin’ myself. When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you do it. You fuckin’ understand?” He asked, gripping around your neck.

“Yes!” You cried as Katsuki smacked your ass with thunder hard force.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes daddy!” You exclaimed as he chuckled menacingly, licking his lips mischievously.

“Good, goood girlll, such a good girl. In fact,” you heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and something, thick, hard, and throbbing against your asscheek.

“You feel what you do to me, slut? Hmm?” He asked, smacking his shaft against your ass.

“Answer me,” another hard slap to your ass.

“Fuck! Yes!” You exclaimed.

“You want me to fuck you? Hmm?” He asked, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed the tip against your swollen, wet folds.

“Yes,” you muttered, barely audible.

You yelped out in pain as he smacked your ass.

“I can’t hear you, slut. Say it again for me, you want me to fuck you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you spoke, a little louder this time.

Another smack, a burning hot sensation that brought tears to your eyes.

“Louder, baby,”

“Yes!” Another hard slap again.

“Louder, slut,” he smacked your ass roughly as you choked back a sob, feeling your ass throbbing.

“Yes! God, fuck me!” You whined loudly as Katsuki chuckled, subtly rubbing your abused ass.

“Of course I’ll fuck you, babe. But first,” you were forced on your knees, gripped by the back of your neck, and forced to look up at Katsuki.

“You’re gonna take care of the shit you caused,” he said, smacking his tip against your lips.

“Open,” you obliged.

“Get to it, and if you stop, I’ll face fuck you until you’re fuckin’ crying,” you immediately got to it, working both your hands, mouth, and tongue around his shaft, teasing his tip and gagging around his length.

“Ahhhh, fuck, baby. That fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as he held your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. You moaned around the base of him as you deepthroat him, not helping but to touch yourself as the faces and noises he was making.

“Yeah, that’s it bitch, c’mon. Suck that dick like your life fuckin’ depends on it,” you gagged again as you pulled back, globs of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

“C’mon, sexy bitch, keep goin’ until I cum all over that mouth and those pretty tits of yours,” you began to suckle his balls, jerking him off and massaging the tip of him, his head falling back as he let out a loud moan.

“Yeahhhh, baby, c’mon, c’mon, just like-AH!” Katsuki felt himself throb in your mouth, him hunching over you and letting out a slight whimper as he came down your throat, pulling out of your mouth as cum came spurting out onto your lips and chest.

“Get up, ‘n turn the fuck around, I’m not done with you yet,” you stood, turning so your back faced him and he bent you over, the cool ceramic porcelain of the sink making you nipples hard because of the cold.

Without warning, Katsuki slammed into you, making you scream. He pulled you back by your neck, choking you as he thrust roughly into you.

“Ahh! Katsukiiii!” You whined as your ass clapped and jiggled against him.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He asked as you moaned, nodding.

“Tell me,”

“Feels so good! Your d-dick ‘s so good!” You moaned as he bit his lip, groaning lowly in your ear.

“Yeah? I’m the only one who can give you dick this good, huh?” He asked.

“Yesss! Only you-FUCK!” You yelled as he hit that spot, making you take it.

“Mmm, you’re the only one I want, the only one I wanna give this dick to, the only one who I know can take it like a good girl,” Katsuki praised as you moaned, feeling a knot in your stomach building up.

“K-Kats! ‘M ‘gna cum!” You mewled as Katsuki tilted your head back, kissing you sloppily.

“Cum for me then, baby. Keep takin’ that dick, just like that. You take it so good, baby, I’m so proud of you. Cum, cum for me,” he gently coaxed as the knot in your stomach finally realeased, your vision scattering with white dots and your voice leaving your body as you began to orgasm, Katsuki still stroking in and out of you.

“Take it, take it baby, ‘cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum in that sweet, pretty little pussy of yours,” your eyes rolled back as you begged him to slow down but he kept the pace.

“Ahhhh! Katsukiiiiii!” You cried, feeling your legs shake as you creamed down your legs and all over his dick.

“Yessss, yes baby, fuck!” He hissed, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back, holding you close, massaging your tits as he came inside you, shooting his load into you as he groaned in your ear, catching his breath.

“K-Kats,” you slurred, feeling drowsiness overwhelm you.

“I know…I know. Here, lemme clean you,” Katsuki then grabbed a few paper towels and wiping up the mess on your legs, face and chest.

He then kissed your swollen ass, softly rubbing the abused flesh. He then stood up, kissing your softly.

“You ok?” He asked as you slumped forward, breathing deeply against his chest. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. He slipped off your heels and fixed himself, picking you up bridal style as he carried you out of the club bathroom.

“Where have you guys be-ohhhhh,” Denki wiggled his eyebrows as Katsuki knowingly as the blond mouthed ‘shut the fuck up’, and his ignored all of the playful taunts towards him.

“Jeez, Bakugou, knocked her out, huh?” Kirishima asked as the blond scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, but it just lets all these other fuckers know that nobody can have her, also,” Bakugou smiled smugly.

“Nobody can beat the pussy up like me,”

#black y/n #my hero academia x black girl #mha x black reader #my hero academia x black reader #black girl x mha smut #bakugou x black reader #bakugouxblackreadersmut #bakugouxblackgirlsmut

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thursdayisfriday · 2 years

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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ 👂🏽⭐

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bakugou x Gn!reader, Todoroki x Gn! reader and Deku x Gn!reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: cursing, very fluffy , comedy :)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your a professional body piercer and you giving them a piercing

Izuku Midoriya

I feel like Izuku would get a standard lobe piercing

If he’s feeling bold he’d get a helix piercing

With Midoriya being himself I just know that he’s gonna be a little worried, but he’ll try not to show it i front of you and your cool self

He might even need something to squeeze since it’s his first time getting a piercing

I could see him occasionally rambling, forgetting about the fact that he was getting a piercing; and once he gets it he’s be so confused

“Can you tell me when you're going to do it?” Deku mumbles as you clean his ear. You let out a hum sound as you studied the green headed boy's face. He looked so cute! He was biting his lip a little as his heart raced, either because of how close you were near him or because he was going to be getting his first piercing. After you were done cleaning his ear you grabbed the piercing needle beside you. “Okay” you sigh as you look at him reassuring him everything is going to be alright. “Ready?”. Deku nodded a little, closing his eyes tight. You leaned down clipping his ears with the Forester Forceps, waiting a little until he stopped shaking. Just as you were about to clip his ears, he started rambling about how this was a bad idea and that he was only doing this because he thought he was going to look cool and how he just wanted to go outside and touch so gras-”panca-HOLY MOTHER TRUCKER!”

Katsuki Bakugo

He’d get a middle tongue piercing or a smiley piercing

Basically whatever piercing that would make him look badass

And this motherfucker would be so damn ready

Like he even tell you to hurry up and give him the piercing

Afterwards, will(And i mean will) go brag about it to his friend

You clipped bakugou´s tongue with the forester forcep getting ready to pierce him, when all of a sudden the boy starts to growl, like a damn dog. ¨What?¨ You said annoyed. This was the 2nd time he made that sound. ¨Con yow gus uurry up(Can you just hurry)!¨ You rolled your eyes as you just pulled his tongue making him wince. ¨just shut up and let me do my job¨ with a swift move, you pierced his tongue and slid on the piercing. While everything was going on you didn't even notice the fact that Bakugou had his hand on your waist squeezing it a little. ¨You okay?¨ You asked softly, resting your hands on his tense shoulders, massaging him. Bakugou hummed, rubbing your hips a little. ``Pass the mirror¨, Bakugou said signaling to the mini mirror behind you. After passing you to him you look a little at himself in the mirror. Sticking out his tongue admiring the piercing he had. ¨You like it?¨ ¨Hell yeah!¨ He shouted out boldly as he made goofy ass faces.

Shoto Todoroki

Would either get a standard ear piercing like Deku or a scaffold

Basically he´d probably get any ware on his ear, nose or mouth pierce

Says that he's doing it cause he just wants to try it out, but really he just wants to piss his father off.

Would take it better then deku and quieter that bakugou

Likes to distract himself when it's happening

¨What color do you want?¨ Shoto stared at you with a soft expression as he thought. Your hand was on his cheek massaging it softly waiting for an answer. ¨I don 't know, love. Which one do you think would look nice¨ You tilted your head slightly to the side, thinking of the best color that would suit him. Shoto loved seeing you in this state. Your face in a serious yet soft expression. ¨I mean silver is a common one , But i think i would look nice on you.¨ You got the tools ready. Cleaning his ear, Brushing his ears carefully and marking the places that you were going to pierce. ¨Ready?¨. Shoto hummed lightly. You clipped his ear making sure he was okay and ready. Then swiftly, you inserted the needle as well as the silver piercing. Then you looked at your work. Making sure you did it right. ¨What´s wrong? Shoto asked confusedly, looking at your concerned face. ¨Oh- nothing¨. You rubbed your neck as you backed up. A light tint of pink kissed your cheek as you looked at a Shoto with the piercing. ¨So how do i look?¨You took this opportunity to tease the boy.

¨Hot~¨

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"Out of the Shadows"

Part 4

Guys, this might be the last one, if not then part 5 definitely wil be so, stick around for the next one :D

Tw: violence, injuries and (harsh?) transphobia. Not for the easily upset

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!reader

Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you all for the likes and follows, it may not seem like much but I really appreciate it. Thank you for supporting my work

And with that being said, let's do this

"I think you'll want to see this" It was strange for Katsuki to be quiet so something serious must of happened Aizawa thought so he walked outside and closed the door behind him.

He widened his eyes in shock.

"What...What happened?" He said, looking at your limping form on Izuku's shoulder.

"We're not sure. According to the nerd (Deku) one of Minato's friends, Kyou, called for him and me to go to the locker rooms and we found Y/n lying on the floor, nearly unconscious" Bakugo explained.

"It wasn't even that bad, it was just a little miscommunication that led into a fight. Im literally fine.-" You said but Bakugo shouted

"Well what the hell was all your lunch, stationary and other stuff doing all over the ground huh!!"

"Alright Bakugo and Midoriya, thank you. I would like to talk to him alone. Midoriya could you please hand out the worksheets to everyone? Do what you want just dont cause much trouble. Y/n can you walk?" Aizawa concluded.

"Yes, but I think my foot is injured" You said while Bakugo and Midoriya walked back into class, all your classmates asking them questions before they walked filly into the class.

"Alright, let's go to recovery girls office, she'll heal you." He said as he walked by your slightly limping figure.

Once you guys got to recovery girls office you sat down at one of the beds.

"Alright, please tell me what's going on. I need no lies at this moment forward" He said seriously, looking at your nervous eyes, waiting for some answers.

You sighed shakily but finally gave him the truth

"Well, these kids have been bullying me, since the day I saw them. They've been picking on me and hurting me. I know I've been keeping this a secret. I'm sorry" You say, tears starting to well in your eyes.

"It's ok, let it out I'm here" he said as he stands up to hug you, you grip onto his hero costume like its the last thing on earth and sob in his shirt until you calm down, sniffling and red-eyed.

"It's alright, I've got you. Recovery Girl will heal your foot, get some rest kid. You need it" He said after you calmed down,

"Y/n, we will get these kids expelled. For you. For all the victims"

You nodded and climed into one of the beds, you couldn't resist the cozy comfort of the bed and quickly fell asleep, in a matter of minutes.

You woke up and it was evening, you could see it through the big class windows which were shining through a yellowish orange glow inside.

"Good evening dear, your teacher left a note for you. Its just by your side" recovery Girl said as she noticed your were awake.

Your foot had been healed though you felt very tired, she handed you the note that read

"Hey kid, come to the dorms as soon as you can. Your classmates have something for you"

You sighed and got ready to leave, your bag and your belongings beside the bed you were in. You said your goodbyes to recovery girl and left the room, wondering hat your friends and classmates had done for you.

You were so drifted out of your thoughts that you never noticed Kyou who accidentally pushed passed you. "Sorry dud......" when you saw who it was you froze.

"I'm not gonna do anything to you, I need to go" he said rushing away in a hurry, you had so many questions for him that were unexplained but he just ran off so you saved it for the next time you saw him.

You were so lost in your thoughts, again that you didn't realise you ran into someone else, two people. When you tried to apologise, the only word your mind could conjure up was

"shit"

Minato and Haruki.

As soon as they saw it was you, Minato slammed you right into the wall. You really couldn't catch a break..

"What the fuck did I tell you, you fucking freak" Minato said as he opened the door to an empty classroom and threw you in there.

"You stand guard and get Riku to come with weapons. Im finishing this now" He said, eyes glinting with rage and malice, his true intent was to get rid of you.

Forever.

"Please man, I haven't done anything to you."

"Your existence alone is enough reason to make your life miserable." Minato said and Haruki added on from the side

"Pathetic. Trying to fit in won't change what you really are. A girl, A female. A woman"

Your heart shattered into a million broken pieces as the reality of what they said sank in. It was true, that's all you were. After years and years of trying to fit on and be a real man, just shattered over a few words.

He threw you at a table and desk and you slammed right into it, your body aching with pain. He lifted you up and slammed you back down on the ground, the nerves in your back shooting all the way to your brain.

He then towered over you.

You felt the cracking of bones and the gush of blood as the punches rained down upon you, your face becoming a grotesque battlefield of pain and blood.

The ringing in your ears just wouldn't stop.

Just then Riku, Asahi and Kyou walked in.

Riku's eyes glinted with mischief as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a collection of bats, one for each person. With a sly grin at you, he started handing them out, creating an unwatchable atmosphere in the room.

"I want him gone"

Ahhhh, cliff hanger. This is the 4th part.

I kind of got lazy with this one considering it's 3:18 in the morning so forgive me if any silly mistakes were made.

The final part is coming tomorrow, or today so stick around for that

And remember:

Always drink water and eat something, You deserve it :DD

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sapphic-agent · 6 months

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One has to wonder if Izuku's propping up of characters that don't deserve his respect has anything to do with him projecting his own heroic mentality onto everyone else. To be honest, this is biggest issue I have with him-he is willing to defend people like Aizawa, Bakugo or Endeavor even though they don't deserve it and expects the same out of others, and I've noticed that he has a tendency to trivialize the past trauma of others if that stops them from being as heroic as he is (all but demanding that Shoto use his fire and later on that he forgive his abuser because HE wouldn't let the fact he was abused for his whole life get in the way of mastering his quirk to become more effective, the whole Nagant fight where he sticks to the hero system even when he has direct evidence of the hero system being fundamentally corrupt and that he was on the wrong side all along, etc).

In my humble opinion, it boils down to him being a mouthpiece for Horikoshi. Bakugou, Endeavor, and Aizawa are characters he wants us to see in a positive light, and what better way to do that than for the main character (a "true hero," at that) to reaffirm their positive traits (Bakugou's strength and ambition, Aizawa being hard on his students because he cares, and Endeavor putting in the work to change).

It's definitely more present in the later seasons. For Bakugou and Aizawa it somewhat makes sense; he's been conditioned to think that Bakugou can do what he wants because he's strong and compared to some of his past teachers, he probably thinks Aizawa is a good teacher. He's desensitized to their behavior because he's been dealing with it for so long. But to extend that same courtesy to Endeavor is... Weird.

I've talked about him claiming that Todoroki's ready to forgive Endeavor before. It felt painfully out of character considering that Izuku said nothing about Endeavor all this time. Not once did he talk about what he thought about Endeavor's actions. But for some reason after 4 seasons, the first thing he does say in this regard is that the victim (his best friend) is getting ready for forgive him. This is even more odd since Izuku himself wouldn't be aware of the progress Endeavor even made. I have no other explanation other than it's Horikoshi's own feelings on the matter being projected onto Izuku.

Nagant, though, I feel is a little different. Izuku sticking to his morals and pushing through to save Chisaki isn't a bad thing. He also never denied that society was corrupt. But he maintains the attitude that if he keeps on doing the right thing for everyone else he can ebb the problem away. That was kind of the point of Dark Deku (albeit, executed horribly). And that's why Nagant accepted defeat (and later helped the heroes). She realized that if Izuku can keep his morals in such a toxic society, then all hope wasn't lost and that she shouldn't give up on the world. Missed opportunity for her to pursue Izuku a little longer, it would have been great for his character to have her really influence him and his thinking.

(Izuku should absolutely acknowledge the faults of society more than he does though in canon. Especially considering he was a victim of it. But if he does, he's no longer in a place where he can justifiably prop characters like Bakugou and Endeavor. And without Izuku as a mouthpiece, Bakugou doesn't really have a leg to stand on in terms of redemption)

I don't think him wanting Todoroki to use his fire had anything to do with Todoroki's worth as a hero. That was the guise Izuku used to get through to him because it was what Todoroki based his worth off of. In actuality, Izuku was encouraging Todoroki to take autonomy for the power he was born with and not to allow Endeavor to corrupt that aspect of him. Todoroki was holding himself back; not in terms of power but im terms of healing. And Izuku knew that.

You could make the argument that he was being insensitive. It's entirely valid. But I think he and Tododoki understand one another in ways that others don't. Todoroki understood Izuku's intention, which was why he responded positively to it.

(It's actually a very nice contrast to Bakugou trying to goad him into using his fire. Izuku's intentions are selfless and meant to help Todoroki, Bakugou's are selfish and somewhat mirror what his father wants. He's able to use his fire against Izuku because he knows that there's no ulterior motive behind Izuku's actions, he genuinely wants to help. Whereas Bakugou just wants to prove he's stronger and has zero consideration or sympathy for what Todoroki went through)

#anti bakugou katsuki #mha critical #bnha critical #anon ask #izuku midoriya critical #kind of?#anti enji todoroki

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Wouldnt it be cool if Shigaraki/Tenko was the one to kill AFO (like in his mind)?? Maybe with a bit off from Deku ofc

I have mixed opinions about it. I'm not talking from the meta or narrative analysis side, but from what I'd like to read.

Then I started reading other peoples opinions and reflecting about it. I think I just got tired of AFO in general. I don't know why, there's not really a good explanation. It's something more subjective. Even when AFO is the one who kick-started the story, the haha world is so much more than him. There were many problems, many situations that have him involved, but he was not the only reason behind what happened. I was ready to move on, for the story to leave the beginning behind and for Tomura and Deku to own AFO and OFA.

At first I kinda wanted that exact scenario, with Tomura being the one erasing AFO because he embodies the people who suffered the most at his hands. It was a full cycle for me.

I've mentioned before, but I really liked how AFO died at Bakugo's hands. I thought it was very poetic. I'm very fond of Bakugo as a character, I really like how he started so flawed and how he built himself to become such a great kid. He's still learning, but he's getting there. The idea of him killing AFO was amazing to me. I was sooo happy to see a "secondary character" killing AFO. It was the most miserable death. AFO suffered, he was humiliated, it was awesome. It was a good way to show that one person doesn't have to do every single thing, because to that point almost every character was fighting and doing their part.

I thought it was an interesting choice for bnha to have the big bad being taken out by a secondary, leaving the protagonist to save and not to kill. It was cool that Tomura was being saved to. Maybe him not killing AFO was the point after all. He has done so much on his own, does he have to kill AFO to? Doesn't he deserve to be saved either by his friends or the people fighting to give him a second chance?

Honestly???

I wanted the League of Villains to save Tomura.

I thought that nothing would be more important to him than to be saved by his friends. They are his family, you know. I think the LOV had the right to kill AFO for what he did to Tomura, one of the people they love, respect and admire the most. I wanted the villains to be his hero. Tomura fought for the outcasts and they fought back for him.

Right now, Deku and Tomura teaming up to kill seems like a generic shone ending to me. Not bad or out of place. It's a "uh okay" and move on type of ending.

I thought it'd be funny if the story was like "this evil man has a hidden plan beware! beware! he'll be back!" only to reveal it was truly over. He was dead. Even AFO was just another person that died as a crying baby denying his fate, his mortality, the fragility of the man. I also always praised bnha for not bringing people back over and over, but sticking to the finality of a wound or a death.

It raises the stakes, you know?

So when the villain comes back and comes back and comes back and— okay, we get it, he's evil and smart and he wants world dominance and all that. What else? Him again?

Tomura's story could have been closed without an AFO come back. It wouldn't be less meaningful. Many victims are forced to move one without the subject of their trauma there to confront. At that point, it'd be a relief to see Tomura facing his own past without AFO there or at least knowing that the man who traumatized him was dead.

I want to see the LOV. I wanted to see Kurogiri with Tomura again. I wanted to see the reaction of the world watching Deku and Tomura emerge together from that fight. They didn't have to be there to witness, Tomura and Deku had their connection and it was only for them to know.

I'm rambling, I know. Sorry :( it's just that I wanted to explain that I don't dislike the idea of what you suggested, but it's also not my favorite concept anymore.

#shan's asks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura #long post

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imagineanime2022 · 10 months

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Danny Phantom Reader In My Hero Academia

No Pairing

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: Remember that TV show “Danny Phantom” that we all grew up watching his kids. what if the MHA characters met someone who’s quirk is like Danny Phantom’s ghost powers?😅

A/N: You didn't ask for anyone in particular so I didn't do relationship stuff kind of did it as you existing within the 3 bigger groups in the world but if you want some specific people please let me know I can get that done for you.

Students

🏫 Chaos, you could be the most wholesome person on the planet but they are still going to find a way to turn your powers into chaos. 🏫 While I don’t think that there is anyone who’s particularly afraid of ghosts Bakugo doesn’t really like ghost stories and his friends use you to explore that. 🏫 Shouting, running and a discovery of your super strength in your ghost form all came out of this encounter when half the dorm got caught in the crossfire and you saved them from a sofa that was literally flying through the air. 🏫 You were probably on par with the top 3, your strength rivalled Deku, Agility and Durability rivalled Bakugo and Versatility rivalled Shoto. 🏫 Denki has tried to sneak up on you on many occasions and you know he’s there every time and manage to scare the crap out of him instead. 🏫 Becomes the class's one mission to scare the living daylights out of the ghost. 🏫 Everyday you seemed to have a new ability and honestly Deku needed one notebook for just you. 🏫 Deku was probably the best person to help you figure out what your powers are and Bakugo would probably be the best person to find out the extent of them. 🏫 If you're the first one in class you’ll use telekinesis to move everything slightly to the left or right and watch the chaos as everyone walks in. 🏫 Reactions that stick out are Denki completely missing his chair, Momo and Shoto adjusting accordingly while holding eye contact with you, Bakugo literally blaming everything on you even if he had no clue what truly happened. Sero congratulated you and Iida scolded you when the truth was proven. 🏫 I imagine that you run a little colder so in the summer people lounge all over you because you like a cool pack. 🏫 Class B is terrified of you, since you had appeared in and around the class since Monoma started teasing your class (you scare him the most by the way, he literally faints if you sneak up on him). 🏫 Doors don’t exist for you, you walk through walls all the time, it’s gotten you in trouble but it was a habit by this point. 🏫 You never get hurt so people freak out when you do, despite the fact that you have a very impressive healing ability. 🏫 Sometimes you’ll just sit there invisible with Hagakure whispering about how long it took for the rest of the class to realise. 🏫 You’ll make a great hero one day but for now you're a student and you should enjoy it.

Pro Heroes

🦸 You got paired up with whoever needed an extra pair of hands, it didn’t matter what they needed either, you were versatile, you could do patrolling, rescue missions, infiltrations and stealth. 🦸 All Might loved training with you before his injury since you could keep up with strength and provide a little bit of a challenge even though you were quite a bit younger than him. 🦸 You were often paired with Hawks because you could keep up with him and people thought that you were as attractive as him. You both had a playful friendship and would often tease. 🦸 Endeavour hates that he can’t get a read on you, you are literally everywhere and nowhere all of the time and there was nothing he could do that you couldn’t, considering your Pyrokinesis. 🦸 You were popular with the public, kids loved you, you were friendly and easily approachable, people often came to you when they needed help and you were around. 🦸 Shigaraki hated you because he couldn’t actually touch you and therefore his quirk was useless. You were literally made the 1A bodyguard after this fact was discovered. 🦸 Kai also hated you for the same reason, however your abilities allowed you to locate him and Eri during the infiltration mission way faster than anyone had thought and he couldn’t shoot you with the quirk stealing bullet. 🦸 X ray vision, telekinesis and intangibility made you a rescue mission expert. 🦸 One of the greatest heroes Japan has ever seen. 🦸 You and Hawks cause chaos together when your bored, god help whoever is around you at the time but you might go the extra mile to get Endeavour involved if your both feeling particularly suicidal. 🦸 Aizawa literally wants to die the moment that you and Yamada get together, he is loud enough on his own but you have a ghostly wail that literally makes him want to strangle both of you. 🦸 Easily one of the most popular heroes, and you aren’t going anywhere for a long time.

Villains

😈 So if you were a hero you’d be the best hero out there, so if you were a villain you’d be dangerous when you realised your true potential. 😈 Definitely someone the All For One took note of, he couldn’t take your power from you because he couldn’t touch you so instead he’d have to make sure that you were on the same side and given the fact that he probably found you when you were young that wouldn’t be hard. 😈 You take literally joy out of scaring the crap out of civilians and taking them for all their worth. You'd also steal a lot because there was very low chance of anyone catching you. 😈 You and Shigaraki were inseparable, your charisma and general looks allowed you to talk you both out of a lot, that is until you become more known. 😈 When the League formed, you found yourself having more fun, Toga and Twice were easy to scare and you did it all the time. 😈 Toga lashed out and stabbed you once when you scared her and they all watched astonished that you healed completely within 3 seconds of the wound being inflicted. 😈 You have an ability that works against almost every hero that you encounter, they are trying to make a plan to stop you but currently have nothing. 😈 Dabi doesn’t trust you but then again who does he trust… When he decided that you proved yourself you were both a bit savage about the way that you go about things. 😈 Compress often hides behind you when a fight breaks out, he knows that they aren’t getting past you. 😈 Twice loves talking to you about ghosts and the other side the conversations you’ve had would worry anyone who didn’t know you. 😈 You scare a lot of people, just being you, when you start using your powers it can get a bit crazy, you're good at getting information through scare tactics. 😈 You're a dangerous villain and one the heroes have no idea how to stop.

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dynamightmite · 2 years

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I'm so sorry but some of these posts complaining about Shigaraki calling Bakugo the closest person to Deku are cracking me up.

We are more than three hundred and fifty chapters into the manga. I literally don't know how to emphasize how clear the narrative has been about how important Bakugo is to Deku. Deku exclusively calls him Kacchan and refers to him constantly as his childhood friend. He broke his promise to ALL MIGHT, his hero, because the thought of Bakugo believing he had lied was so upsetting to him. Bakugo is literally the only person he trusted enough to tell the secret of One for All; he only told the rest of his friends/mother when he was publicly outed by Shigaraki and had no other options left. Bakugo is the person who inspired his "my body just moved on its own" moment. He had a full on, face-down-in-the-dirt-screaming meltdown because Bakugo got kidnapped. Bakugo has been the key to the development of two of his quirks. Bakugo getting stabbed was Deku's last straw during his fight with Shigaraki in the war arc.

And on Bakugo's side; the only person he willingly cries in front of is Deku. Deku is also, funnily enough, the person he admits his feelings to. Deku is the person Bakugo always measures himself against in competition. He went out of his way to protect Deku by being one of about five people who knew about OFA, and was proactive about keeping the secret. He went through a whole ass quirk evolution just to be able to take a hit for Deku. His own "my body just moved on its own" moment was because of Deku. He tracked Deku down while injured to bring him home. He helped Deku train OFA. He's critical of All Might, who is also his hero, for putting Deku in harm's way. He thinks about his and Deku's childhood all the time. He was thinking about Izuku as he died. (we'll see whether or not that sticks)

Like I'm sorry if you hate Bakugo but how is them being close to each other coming out of left field for you? So much time and development has been given to their relationship at this point I don't know what else to say. Horikoshi isn't suddenly bringing this in out of nowhere, it has been clear since literally the first chapter that Deku cares about Bakugo an insane amount. I'm not trying to be condescending but at some point you disliking the story doesn't mean that the chapters and chapters and chapters of evidence showing how much they care about each other and how special their relationship is in comparison with the other ones they have are somehow irrelevant. I just. Why would anyone spend that much time dedicated to one relationship if it wasn't the most important relationship in the story? Bro?? "Deku's other relationships have been lacking development in favor of Bakugo and him's relationship" B R O

#bnha spoilers #bnha #bakugo #bkdk #I'm tagging this bkdk but not really in the ship way

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Bully Midoriya X Female Reader X Victim Bakugo

A/N: Deku and Bakugo switch heights and personalities. Deku has telekinesis and OFA

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You and Bakugo always had a strange relationship with Deku that no one seemed to understand besides the three of you. When all three of you were kids Bakugo and yourself used to always follow Deku around because he was honestly the coolest person that the two of you knew at the time. Bakugo would always want to play heroes with him but Deku used to always tell him that he was childish, and that game was for losers like him. Bakugo never took offense to anything that was thrown at him even you! Deku used to call you a damsel in distress or someone who always needed help with everything and can never figure out how to do things for themselves. Just like Bakugo you never took any offense to the vulgarities that spewed from his mouth at such a young age. You remember an incident clearly in the woods.

*Flashback started*

“I am the leader everyone else has to follow behind me! Now move!” Deku didn’t wait to see if any of us was following him because he knew that we were. One of the first people to follow him was Bakugo himself with you closely behind them. You always thought that Deku was a little mean for no reason but Bakugo was able to convince you that, that’s just the way he was and to not take anything he said or may have done to you to heart.

“Deku you’re so cool! I would love to be able to move things at will! I can make stuff go boom though!” Bakugo was digging for praise from Deku. Bakugo sometimes got praise from teachers and other students but was always outshined by Deku which bothered you but, Bakugo didn’t seem to have minded the takeaway of attention.

“Well duh! I am the coolest around and you’re just a stupid loser like L/N! It’s a good thing that I’m here you two would be lost without me!” Bakugo was attempting to speed up and walk beside Deku but Deku quickly put Bakugo in his place by using his quirk on him.

“Why did you do that?” Bakugo gasped as he was floated up high and then dropped harshly on the ground the sound of Deku and his crew's harsh laugh resounding throughout the forest. You were watching all of this from afar, but you were afraid to get involved not wanting to be sent flying either. There was a cliff right next to you with a stream at the bottom and you had zero to no interest in going down there.

“You have no right to be walking beside me, who do you think you are?” Deku’s eyes glowed a dangerous green his hair sticking as sticks and stones floated around him. He growled at Bakugo who wisely shut up and looked away trying to hide from his view. Deku was pleased as he let the sticks and stones go back down to the ground “That’s exactly what I thought. Stay in your place. At least L/N knows where she belongs.” For good measure, Deku threw a rock at the ash-blonde kid who whimpered when the rock made contact. You decided to try and help once Deku left laughing at his expense.

“Kacchan?” It was an endearing nickname that Deku used to call him before he got his quirk and found out that he was better. Honestly, it was crazy that both were crazy strong!

“Hey L/N-chan, I’m okay.” He looked away wiping at his face not wanting you to notice the tear stains on his face, but it was already too late. You took a tissue out of the little bag you always carried with you everywhere you went and handed one to him. “Thank you…” You hummed happily letting him clean his self-up before he got up and held out his hand to you

“You want to hold my hand?” He looked bashfully away but continued to hold out his hand toward you

“Yeah, that’s what best friends are for and you’re going to be my wife one day! I have to protect you even if it’s from Deku!” You just giggled happily as the both of you run hand in hand to catch up with Deku.

*Flashback ended*

Ever since then Deku just continued to treat Katsuki like shit all throughout middle school and the teachers never scolded him for the harassment and bullying. They seemed to just blatantly ignore him which did nothing for his ego and narcissism but, who were we? Just childhood friends that seemed to have just been a stepping stone he needed to get to the top. As you thought about that, you looked down at your acceptance letter from U.A and looked over at the acceptance letter given to Bakugo. “Deku is going to love this,” Bakugo said nothing except give you a wobbly smile.

*Time-skip to school*

You flinched back at the chair that was tossed in your direction but, it was not aimed at you. No. Deku had found out that you and Katsuki were going to U.A and he was not pleased in the slightest

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Another chair along with a desk was tossed and you wisely ducked behind the teacher’s desk to avoid being hit even though Kats was having a hard time dodging.

“W-WHY A-A-ARE YOU S-SO A-ANGRY1?” Kats was scared and you’ll be a liar if you said you weren’t scared either. A pissed-off Deku was never a good Deku. You would take insulting arrogant Deku any day of the week all day over a livid one.

“BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME BUT YOU’RE NOT. YOU’RE A PEBBLE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD THAT NEEDS TO GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Deku threw the rest of the desks at Kats in a flurry of rage and all he was able to do was duck and hide behind the desk with you. The both of you were holding each other close while covering each other’s heads. Jesus this boy needed anger management PRONTO. You both stood there long after the cursing and heated footsteps stomped away too nervous to move.

“I think we can move now,” Kats said nothing except nod as the two of you slowly peeked over the desk, and when you saw a very messed up classroom but no mop of green hair you two moved.

“I think we should clean up and then go home.” You nodded in agreement with him the two of you working quickly to clean up the classroom. Once done the two of you walked home since both of you lived in the same neighborhood.

*Present time now at U.A*

You would think that with everything that happened between the three of you there would be no room for change and improvement but to your astonishment and Kats' pride, Deku went through some major character development. He was even nicer to the two of you while still not losing the brash and angry attitude that just made him him.

“Hey, space head I’m talking to you!” You jolted out of your musings to look at Deku who was scowling at your lapse of attention. “Damn took you long enough, you and Kacchan are going to train with me after this class.” You nodded knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer-well he would, but he wouldn’t like it-. You looked over at Kats who gave you a smile and wink meaning he had already been told. This became a regular thing for the three of you now. You guys ate lunch together, studied together, trained together, and did other things as well. It was such a nice change of pace, especially coming from Deku and you accepted it with open arms. “Pay attention.” You grimaced when you were karate chopped on the head but opt to do as you were told to avoid another head chop from the angry broccoli. Soon enough class ended and Deku was rushing the two of you out and straight to the training grounds. He didn’t like to wait he saw no point in going to the dorms. “You guys have 5 minutes to change before I come and get you.” With that said he turned and went somewhere while you and Kats looked at each other and swiftly went to the bathroom to change. He didn’t let you guys go to the locker rooms but, that was fine. Before you knew it all three of you were out in the training grounds in a triangle.

“What’s the plan this time?” You looked at the two of them but were concerned when Deku licked his lips a maddening grin on his lips.

“No boundaries.” That was the only warning the two of you got before Deku charged at Bakugo using full cowling and somehow, he decided to rain down rocks and boulders on you forcing you to use your speed to maneuver and dodge. It was like this for about 2 hours straight no breaks until all three of you could barely move.

“You’re a beast.” You glared slightly at Deku but all he did was smirk as the three of you made your way to your favorite tree. When you got there all three of you plopped down both Kats and you snuggling into Deku who grumbled in annoyance but nevertheless wrapped his arms around the two of you and closed his eyes to bask in the afternoon sun. He never went to sleep, but he would let the two of you get your rest until it was time to go back. This relationship made perfect sense to the three of you but, did this relationship make any sense to anyone else? No, it didn’t.

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Don’t know how to feel about this. Thoughts?

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theloveinc · 1 year

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bf deku who's a little creepy with his love for u..

in a good way ... or a bad way?👁️👁️

Anywayyyyyy yeah. Yeah. You think it's just the honeymoon stage at first, cuz I mean, you feel the same and think it's all very sweet... but suddenly it's your year and six month anniversary and you realize none of his """"wacky"""" behavior has ever really stopped or changed.

But it is... cute? Sweet, at least, the way he's a lil overbearing about things. Always trying to feed you, whether at home or out in public... little bits of his lunch he breaks off to give you when you're sitting on his lap, to watch you eat and make sure you smile about.

(Or the ones he comes into the room just to give you, like he was specifically thinking about you when he ordered a bento at the cafe, spoon in hand loaded with all your favorite things. you glare, cheekily, cuz you always tell him to order what HE wants, but no, never. he'd rather split everything with you than have anything of his own, and if he had his way, he always would.)

Even shower time, cuz if he's not in the water with you (big hands always peeling the soap and loofa and shampoo out of your grasp so he can wash you for you, big hands doing other things to your body that you enjoy but definitely do not include what you're supposed to be doing)... he's sitting on the toilet right next to you, playing on his phone while he waits for you to get out, OR even sitting against the door outside, after jiggling the handle and whining about you not letting him in.

(i saw a funny tik tok that was like, "whenever they say they're showering" and it was the guy running across the house naked LMFAO to get in with her... that's deku.)

And when you get mad at him, lock him out of the bedroom cuz he won't stop weeping and apologizing... he'll lay down on the floor outside and stick his fingers underneath the door to wiggle them at you, his nose too, like it will make you less angry, like he couldn't just bust the whole thing down if he REALLY wanted to (which he doesn't really, not unless you were in danger, not including the time you accidentally locked him out and he came home from patrol so exhausted that he popped the knob right off it's handle accidentally slamming it into the wall trying to get into bed with you).

LOOOOL and you go to his agency one day for some reason (he always wants to see you, his favorite days are when you visit for any reason), and while he's packing up to take a break with you, his computer backgrounds and screensavers are literally all just pictures of you. literally. every single one you've ever taken practically, even the gag photos you send your friends, with your hair all done for bed and face shiny from moisturizer...

It's almost like he snuck onto your phone once or twice to download everything onto his... which like. hmmmmmmmm. LOL. okay. Not to mention the fact that he has locations on and texts you whenever you go ANYWHERE. Even to the konbini across the street. Like he's constantly looking.

Bakugo def adores u for keeping deku out of his hair, but lowkey also has a little beef with you, too, for being practically the only other thing he talks about aside from work and business lksdfjadksljf.

and tbh? i'd feel bad for him, too.

#deku #he's cute but he needs to be punched LOL #i feel like this isn't ..........#entirely canon but i do it see #in a world where he goes a little off his rocker #i mean he already is but this is like #what happens if he's real scared of loosing u #cuz i do like sweetie pie classically sweet trusting deku #but insane deku............ *puts him in my chest cavity*#i have no idea #i hope this was alright!#i was thinking about it these past two days 24/7 basically #IDK HOW TO FEEL I HOPE U LIKE IT #caitie things #gen #anon

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