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beetlesau · 1 year

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CHAPTER 7!

A Child and A Mother

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In the night, you awaken to complete darkness. Considering you see very well in low light conditions, thanks to your quirk, it's rather alarming. But you feel warm as if there was heat coursing through the home. Then you remember there was supposed to be another body in the bed. You fumble your hand in the darkness, feeling the empty spot where Bakugo should have been.

"Huh. Must not have gotten very much sleep."

You pull yourself from the bed and wobble from the sudden rush to your head. "Aaand I got up to fast." you hum to yourself. "Bakugo must be downstairs."

You make your way down slowly, still trying to wake up and dragging your hand along the wall for support in the darkness.

At the bottom of the stairs, you see Bakugo sitting on the couch, a blue glow illuminating his face from the TV.

"Woah, how long have we had power here?" you ask.

"Hey, sleepyhead. It kicked back on maybe an hour ago. I didn't want to wake you. I just came down to check the news when I noticed it." he held out his arm, inviting you to sit next to him.

"Oh. You know you need to take it easy, right? You've barely been alive for a month. We don't exactly have a handbook on how much you should be pushing yourself right now." You sat and rested your head on his shoulder as you mindlessly watched the screen.

"Tsk. Says you? How many times have you patrolled the neighborhood this week? How many supply runs have you secretly gone on without me, huh? You're just as stubborn as I am." his voice was scolding, but the smirk on his face told you how proud he was to be with someone as driven as him.

"Shut uuup. Those people need our help. And unlike you, I've always been alive. And I know my limits, thank you very much." you stuck out your tongue as he flicked your forehead.

"I know," he conceded, "But anyway, on to more important matters, eh? Are you hungry?" his lips pecked the small red mark he left on you, then he got up, heading to the kitchen. "I've got some, only slightly, expired pancake mix with your name on it."

"Yum, my favorite!" you roll your eyes, grinning.

"I know, that's--- hey, what's this?" Bakugo cuts himself short to stare at the mess on the floor.

You turn your head from the couch and see the large puddle of deep red, almost black substance on the ground. Bakugou stands over it, illuminated by the TV, and deep shadows engulf his face.

"Oh, I thought that was your blood?"

"No, it's not mine."

"Then who is it?" you ask. You stand from the couch, and when you turn around to get a better look at the floor, you can see the mass moving. You watch as the blood slithers and swirls around Bakugo until finally it crawls up his body and begins entering his now-empty eye sockets. The blood looks like a running river of tears going in reverse and you stand there, unable to move even when you try.

"It's my moms." he finally says. His body is decayed and green. His hair is matted and black at the roots, like how it was when you first met him. He isn't human anymore.

"It's my mom's, and I killed her."

Your eyes opened, and you've awoken once again. This time, there is light coming in from the second-story window that sits on the wall next to the bed. You're frozen in fear and covered in a layer of sweat. You take a moment to realize it was only a dream. But the instant memory of the first one hits you. The dream of Bakugo needing your help turned out to be real, leading you to fear the worse of this new dream.

Bakugo turned and then killed his mother. That was the blood downstairs? If he killed her, his flesh and blood, what chance did you have of saving him and not being eaten yourself? It was already a fear you battled with most days but it was the first time the weight had finally settled in the pit of your stomach. This was too much pressure for just one person to handle. And you of all people? Before meeting this blonde Dead, you stuck to your paths of safety. Now you were doing the most dangerous thing of all, lying across from one, practically in the arms of danger.

You could feel him still there, his weight on the bed causing the smallest divot in the mattress. Inclined almost enough that you could fall back into him if your body wasn't stiffened with anxiety.

You got up as slowly and as quietly as you could, turning to make sure he was still asleep or meditating, or hybernating? Whatever it was that he did to shut his unliving body down for rest.

You needed a moment.

You silently crept from the house and inhaled the crisp morning air outside.

"What am I doing? Who do I think I am? Why did I think I could do this!?"

The back and forth in your mind was stifling. You needed to go for a walk. By choosing the alleyway, you could take comfort in not being exposed and out in the open. It was easy enough to use your quirk, but you didn't want to. You just needed some moment of normality. A time before the Dead, before the dangers of the world, before the need to hide.

You promised you would help Bakugo. And you still wanted to, but the reality of how difficult that could be was creeping up on you.

What was that dream? What parts of it should you even think about? The fact that you're pretty sure that blood belongs to his mother, or maybe that you two were.... like... A THING? in your dream?

You shook your head. It wasn't real. The idea of a relationship during the apocalypse seemed the most trivial thing imaginable.

Considering it was just a dream, the possibilities it created in your mind were endless.

Before long, the walk came to an end. You were so lost in thought that you hadn't noticed you'd gone down a no-outlet street. You turned in a hurry to double back.

A rustling noise came from the nearest dumpster to your left, so you activated your quirk and waited before continuing. Out of the pile of garbage fumbled a body. It shuffled to its feet and took a few steps where you had last been seen before realizing there was no longer anyone there. Its groan sounded confused and desperate as it reached out into thin air. You took a few steps back to stay completely out of reach but he seemed persistent. He must have been able to scent you out just enough as Bakugo did, though perhaps far less accurately.

You would have considered the chainlink fence to your right, making too much noise as you try to make it over it, or you could have considered the crumbling wall of an old house to your left, the chance of a firm grip, not the most promising. But, instead, you hadn't time to consider any of that when a furious firey-eyed beast came barreling down the alleyway towards you both.

Surprisingly, your first thought was how much trouble you were in. But more in the way of how a child gets in trouble with a parent after coming home after curfew.

Your second thought was how he was absolutely coming to kill the Dead that now slowly turned towards all the noise he was making.

Your third and final thought was how stupid it was that you instinctively put yourself between Bakugo and the Dead, revealing yourself in the process.

Very smart. Yup, save the Dead guy that is about to chomp down into your neck from behind.

You came between the two just before Bakugo was able to slam his sizzling fist into the Dead's droopy face.

His reflexes may not have been what they used to be, but you noticed the improvement in them over the past few days. He slowed his arm and diverted it away from you, just over your shoulder. You could hear it connect with a pop.

"No!" you cried. You turned your head to check the damage to the Dead, surprised to see that instead of a shattering punch Bakugo instead had an open palm wedged between a struggling set of teeth. The pop you heard must have been the jaw opening wide enough to accommodate the intrusion.

Bakugo held the skull steady as his palm built up heat.

"Stop. Please. Please don't do this." you grabbed his arm gently, pleading with him.

"Danger." he seethed, true anger in his eyes, and not the kind he carried with him on a regular day.

"I know. I know, but he doesn't deserve it. The same way you don't. Please. Don't be the monster."

His brows twitched at the word Monster.

He pushed the Dead back, far enough out of your reach. He fumbled to the ground but kept his eyes on you. There was some small shift in them, you thought, but it must have been imagined.

You two didn't stick around, knowing if the Dead attempted to approach you again, Bakugo would have no choice but to do things his way.

You both sat in silence a while back at his old home.

"Thank you." you finally managed to say. "Thank you for not killing him."

"I'm not..." his voice cracked as you listened intently.

" 'M not... monster."

"Blood. Not mine." his eyes flickered to the spot on the floor just past him.

"I know. It's your mother's, isn't it?" you already knew.

His face scrunched up in pain. A memory he couldn't forget.

"What happened to her, Bakugo?" you were desperate for the answer.

"She became Dead... She attack. I was strong, but not enough for her. She bite. She's gone."

It was the most he'd ever attempted to talk. But you understood all of it.

To see his mother become one of these things. He wasn't strong enough to stop her because he loved her. He couldn't kill her until it was too late for him.

You got up and stood over him where he sat. You ran a hand through his now soft locks and leaned down, placing a kiss on his forehead. You held him a moment. His deep breaths getting lost in the fabric of your shirt.

"I think we can help the others. There are more like you. Will you help me?"

He leaned away to look up into your eyes, before nodding, "Yes."

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simporado · 5 months

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Bakugo x reader // fluff, established relationship

When Dynamight is a top ranked Pro Hero, people will naturally pay attention to him. He's good at what does, makes little to no mistakes on the field, albeit his fiery attitude. Also, he's hot. People can see he mellowed out, but he's still bite and bark (when it matters).

Literally everytime he's on the news, he'll be trending. Stopping a simple robbery despite not being the only pro hero present? News. Villain capture? Yep. Even more so if the villain gives him a particularly rough time and his hero costume is in tatters, and it shows more of his glistening muscles. Helping an old person cross the street? Has people gagging at his gentle action despite him telling off the senior citizen to not waste his time by going out alone and endangering themselves. Dynamight cups the old person's elbow and walks slowly while glaring at the cars to stop (the old person finds him endearing and thanks him anyway, seeing right thru him just like the whole internet).

The number one, failproof, low-effort way to get him to be the talk of the WEEK is just whenever it involves you.

People see you patrolling together, Dynamight pacing slightly behind you but still close enough. Whenever you get stopped by some fans, you entertain them and Bakugo acts like your bodyguard. He'd be standing right behind you and watch, also serving as a human barricade to block people off to prevent bumping into you. Sometimes he'd fiddle with your costume's accessories, fixing it a little if it looks out of place. People always manage to capture it on video and upload it online, and they eat it up everytime.

He'll be trending when his fellow Pro Hero friends post on their stories during their get togethers. There's this one particular story that went peak viral. Ochaco had been filming everyone and managed to take a video of the moment where a picture was being taken. He looked grumpy at first but then you scooched closer to him, his face immediately relaxes and only looks at you while you pose for the pic. Seeing the video trend, Mina, the one who took the group selfie, posted the resulting pic that night. Lo' and behold, Bakugo looking at you with a softened expression as you pose for the pic, your hand in a peace sign while a drink in the other as you lean onto Bakugo while his hand was visibly resting on your hip. The internet went wild.

The comments on Mina's post were mostly about him and you. And Bakugo adds fuel to the fire, liking every comment about how beautiful you are. People tweeting screenshots of their notifications that says Dynamight's official account liked their comments.

Bakugo doesnt really care for being viral all the time, so he wouldnt know. Its only when his friends tell him about the things people say that he knows, and when you tell him.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x you #fluff #bakugou fluff #i am currently in dire need of gut-wrenching fluff #this helped ig but only a little

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crybaby-bkg · 9 months

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Bakugou has never cared much about whether or not his partner is experienced, or less experienced. Never had much of a kink or fetish when it came down to how much sexual experience someone had, but—there’s just something about you. You with your unsure lip biting and lowered eyes, your twisting hands and nervous little chuckles.

“I don’t really know how to kiss,” you share with him, a secret, a whisper passed from your hovering mouth to his own. It’s been an odd some amount of dates you two have been on by now, and this time you went back to his apartment afterwards. You sit on your knees beside him on his too big couch, his legs facing you, arm around your waist, yours around his shoulders.

“Really?” Bakugou asks, doesn’t mean to sound as teasing as he does, as breathless. But, he’s surprised more than anything—you, as sinfully seductive as you are, don’t know how to kiss someone? He leans back to take you all in, a tiny little smile lilting the corners of his mouth.

“No, not really,” you murmur, running a hand through the hair on his nape, eyes bouncing all over his face, yet avoiding his eyes. “Will you teach me?” You ask, and who is Bakugou if not a weak man?

So he shows you the proper way to kiss somebody, a hands on demonstration. He pulls you in real close, guides your head to tilt to the right, purse your lips like this, run your tongue over his like that. Now suck on it, let out all the pretty sounds if it feels good, kiss him just like that. And before you know it, you’re a pro.

The next time you see him, you ask him the proper way to give someone a hickey. I don’t wanna give you a blood clot, you had laughed, sitting on his lap this time. And Bakugou, ever the great teacher that he is, shows you how. Demonstrating on your neck, your collarbone, your tummy, your inner thigh, the curve of your ass. You don’t give him nearly as many hickeys as he gives you, but the big purpled one sitting over his pulse point, he wears proudly until it fades. And after that, he’s asking for another, and another.

And after a few months into your relationship, do things finally start getting real hot and heavy. He sits at the island in his place, tired, arms folded, back leaning against the island and his head lolled over on his shoulders. He’s surprised when you sink to your knees in front of him, all doe eyed and incubus smile, hands resting on his thighs.

“Can you show me how?” You don’t even have to specify what you’re talking about, but you eye the way his cock already jumps to attention under his shorts. If this were anyone else, he’d bat them away and tell them that he didn’t feel like playing teacher. But with you—he’d gladly show you any and everything your heart has ever yearned to know.

“Breathe through your nose, baby.” He instructs you, hand gathering your hair in his fists. Your mouth stretches wide around his cock, eyes watering, but you push through it all. He tells you to wrap your lips around your teeth, to swallow whenever his tip brushes the back of your throat. Shows you how to stroke whatever you can’t reach, rub his balls in your palm whenever he starts getting close.

He doesn’t have to teach you how to swallow.

When you ride Bakugou for the first time, you don’t even have to ask for instructions. Just give him that look, all pouty and pitiful, hands on his chest as you grind against his cock resting against your lower belly. Barely any words are spoken as he guides you, lifts your hips, teases his tip against your hole, stomach fluttering in anticipation.

After that, you feel like a pro when it comes to doing anything with Bakugou. But, he doesn’t mind playing teacher whenever you need a little bit of guidance.

#I hate this fucking app with a burning passion #bc why did it take me almost ten mins to edit this #bc it kept crashing and acting DOMB #annoyed and overstimulated 😝 (help)#this was what I thot of at 6am yesterday lmfao I liked how it came out #he is so vury hot to me I need him carnally #okay bye I have to pee and I’m baking and nawt happy about it #bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#are the tags working yet???? I’ve given up on them :/

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softer-ua · 9 months

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I just realized that Bakugo’s house has at least 2 fucking balconies and is legit 3 stories

I could literally get fucking lost in there, why does no one mention that he lives in an actual McMansion???

Knowing that he grew up in that kinda of wealth(in the same neighborhood as Izuku-King of the paupers??) really kinda repaints the fact that he’s naturally gifted at everything he does too

He’s such a fucking ✨it girl✨

I hate him

#kacchan #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero #No wonder he flipped shit at Izuku offering him help #lil miss priss had literally never experienced adversity in his entire life #You know that we are living in a material world And I am a material girl- Bakugo Katsuki #I don't really need the D(eku) I need the Money- Katsuki Bakugo #Classic expensive you don't get to touch ow!- Katsuki Bakugo #Primadonna girl yeah all I ever wanted was the world- Katsuki Bakugo #I want fabulous that is my simple request All things fabulous bigger and better and best- Katsuki Bakugo

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kiisaes · 9 months

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I don't think there will ever be a better redemption character than bkg and I'm genuinely being so serious. like not really and I'm sure there's a lot of great examples but bkg's arc is so complete. it's so realized and thematically perfect and consistent and there's truly nothing better than watching this dude change throughout the years. like being forced to shift his point of view and realize that he's not the top of the world and have the entire story humble him relentlessly the MOMENT he got to ua. how he represents the quirk majority and how his bad behavior mirrored how society treated those lesser than and how in order to break from that mindset, in order to be a better hero, he had to go through his own personal growth. how his superiority complex is infinitely fueled by his inferiority complex and vice versa and how both of those complexes were jumpstarted by his feelings for deku. how he tried struggling against change before reluctantly working alongside it, then accepting it, then surrendering himself to it, then dying by it. he'd rather die than go back to his old ways, he'd rather die than view deku as any less of a necessity. he is always challenged, always working so hard, always wanting to be the best and the narrative hates him and his past actions so much but he prevails anyway. this dude sucked, yeah, but his development is one of the most satisfying parts of reading this manga. anyone with a functioning brain knows this dude isn't the same as he was from the start and even if he died a fucking year ago I can honestly rest easy knowing that he died a changed man. he's so good. hes so real. he's so honest and true and his last thoughts feel like a plea from the void and a final hurrah all the same

like just look at this, man. (first anniversary piece -> most recent anniversary piece)

he might have been the jerkiest jerkwad in the first season but he is anything but that in the latest

#getting emotional about Him again #i have so many thoughts about bkg it's actually insane. i need help #i started an entire bkg presentation nearly 2 years ago and someday ill finish it. no i wont. it will be too long to finish #but im just saying even if hori didnt plan for this development from the start #he fucking pulled through #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #becki rambles about stuff

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theloveinc · 1 year

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Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.

No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.

But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.

And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.

He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.

Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.

Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.

#bakugo #bakugou x reader #I wrote something similar to this before but I didn’t actually write the #toddy s*cking #but I also can’t really remember what I said #and also this isn’t very descriptive #so 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️#anyway it just makes me laugh to think of this big honking beast of a man to be staring at u all dumbfounded/concentrated #when ur nursing his kid #I wish there were emojis to describe the face I’m imagining 😐😲😠 combined #but he’s just so… intriqued #even if he knew that’s how it worked it’s like #that’s my wife……… my baby mama……#😳#esp cuz he’s always hunting he’s upset he can’t do more to help feed babba except keep u company #he’s so used to doing more #stick him with loin cloth duty LMDAOOOO KIDDING #anyway ugh have a brand new phone charger that keeps doing the unpluggy thing #might need to get that fixed #also my cat just took a fat sh*t and I can smell it #LOL I’m so tired #hope this was … tolerable!!!#caitie post #tw:lactation #fem reader #kids tw

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willowser · 6 months

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AGHHHH!!!!! BKG AND PREGNANT READER IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER 🥺🥺🥺 he would be so much more gentle and careful as much as he can be, such a worrywart over everything little thing. will not let you lift a finger.

i think he would see you and his heart would swell up so much 🥺 he would be soooooo gentle 🥺 i imagine he helps you get up all the time LOL stands up from the floor and holds his arms out ajfhejajqk never lets you carry the groceries, won't let you get up on any step no matter how small, will probably get up in the middle of the night to get you a glass of water that way you don't have to get up 🥺 and the thing about that that is so bakugou is—he does it all without having to be asked 🥺 never says anything, just does it wordlessly bc he wants to 🥺 WAAAAHHHH I WANT HIM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#he's so sweet i'm chomping him #okay maybe he makes fun of you a little for needing help up but AMJFHFJSKAKA LOL #he's so lovesick it's ridiculous #✿ ask willow #✿ theme: dad bakugou #cw pregnancy

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obsessive-dumpling · 10 months

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Of course as a bakudeku I support togachako. What do you mean? This one is for the gays! We are dismantling the "shonen equation". Everyone knows that requires a solid pair of lesbians who are willing to die for each other.

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bookcluberror · 6 months

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I'm obsessing more than I should be over the whole "Kacchan" thing.

Deku's name for Bakugou has always reminded me of how my bff and I had sweet little child-like nicknames for each other in college. We were the Day One, ride or die, overflowing sexual tension that neither of us would ever acknowledge even though everyone else around us had to shoo it away with giant hand fans, type of bffs. We were the only ones who called each other those names. To this day I go jelly in the knees if I hear either of them, even though he and I parted ways a lifetime ago.

Guys. If he had ever introduced himself to someone by that nickname while we were hanging out, let alone someone important, I would have fucking died. Even if he had just referred to himself using that name, instead of it coming from my own mouth. I would have dropped to my knees, or ran and jumped into his arms, or simply erupted into flames ala spontaneous human combustion.

The fact that Katsuki said that... I can't even find the right words. I love all of the bkdk stuff that's come out the last few weeks. So much of it is heavily HEAVILY lined in sexual tension, and is giving bkdk shippers (which I do not consider myself one of... or at least maybe not until like a day ago) a lot to go on. ...But even with all of that development, there was still a voice in the back of my head saying "nah, we're just hoping. This is probably just symbolism and timeline parallels. Showing off deep friendship bullshit. Making the climax more intense and intimate with these personal connections. Blah blah blah" but this one hits differently for me because of how I relate that name to my own personal relationships.

Now it's become... I don't even know. Like, a confirmation not just of their love, but for the unspoken love I once shared with someone as well. Bakugo and Midoriya aren't just a fandom ship for me anymore. Their relationship is *so different* from my own friendship that I described above, but the fact that I still see myself and that personal bond reflected in Bakugo's "Kacchan" declaration... Someone needs to help me put this feeling into words, because I'm at a loss.

It hurts. It aches and throbs and feels like someone stuck a knife in my chest, reminding me of what I lost so long ago.

And it's beautiful, glowing radiant, and feels amazing, like someone has lifted my heart into the sky with cheers and fireworks and *overwhelming* love, from what could be!

And it feels fresh, brand new, yet tragically old and worn. It's warm and comforting, but cold and devastating at the same time.

Why? Why is this? What is it doing to me?? It's filling my mind with fear that this fictional relationship may also never reach its way to the summit of its potential. That I'll lose it, however fictional it may be, just like we've all lost someone before. A few days ago, I would have been bummed but not surprised if the series used all these moments to reflect on, and showcase, strong lifelong friendships built on growth and tragedy... But now it feels different. Like my own heart break (knowing that there is absolutely no way a very popular and mainstream Japanese manga will actually showcase and confirm a homosexual main character couple) is impending.

I don't know how to end this post, because I honestly don't know what I'm trying to say with it in the first place. I guess just that I'm confused. I'm happy, and I'm hurting, and I love this moment so much. It means everything to me, and will no doubt destroy what little grasp I still have on my sanity.

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zaiban2989 · 7 months

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HOW THE FUCKITTY FUCKING FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS?! LOOK AT HIM OMFG LOOK AT HIM I LOVE HIM THIS DORK SO MUCH MY GOD 😭🧡

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iangelettee · 1 month

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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲??!!?

Pairing: Bakugo x Y/N

Context: Y/N finds out she has a bruise on her vagina from taking a picture of it and wants to know how it got there (i think???) and she remembers something about soulmates..?

Anyway—She ends up thinking Bakugo is her soulmate and tries multiple times to see if he has a bruise on his vital area (😀) like her. She tries stealing his clothes while he’s in the UA showers and almost gets caught—but she finds out he is her soulmate because he can’t hit or use his quirk on her and she realizes that the bruise was from something else and not a soulmate mark!!!

I don’t know the rest, I can’t rememberrrrr !! Help me 😭😭😭

#bakugo x y/n #soulmates #I NEED to find it 😭#bakugo x reader #Bakugo x you #bakugo x female reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #pls help

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beetlesau · 1 year

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Chapter 5, "I Will." Uhhh yup, here's another

An hour later, you had moved all your various collected camping gear to the roof of your building. This included two tents, a sleeping bag, firewood, a few pots and pans for coffee, and whatever canned food you had left. There was even still your small raised garden growing tomatoes close by.

Not being a fan of a strong chilled breeze you set up the small tent inside the larger tent. As ridiculous and difficult as it was to put together, it did help with insulation. At least, that's what you told yourself.

Any sane person would probably hightail it out of there by now, and find a new place to live entirely. But you were a bit stubborn when it came to your large collection of trinkets, unwilling to leave them behind just yet. You wanted to at least pack them away in the event you did have to move soon.

Which is how you ended up on the roof, barring the only door in or out. You couldn't leave your things behind. If you ever needed to get back to your room, you left a window unlocked and you could easily scale the walls for access thanks to your quirk.

Sure, it wasn't the most practical solution, but it would do for now. You just wanted to be out of reach of the Dead that had turned your world upside down.

Who was he? Who was he before all this that made him so different in death? You ponder if the answer to that could be found in his previous life. A little perturbed you would never know the answer.

What you did know is that he was dangerous. Despite the fluke of him not eating you after you got knocked out at the crate.... and when he followed you back to your home... and watched you sleep... and then attacked you but ran away at the last second. Yeah. He was dangerous.

But! He couldn't reach you from here. The barred door was made of sturdy metal, and you could easily get away in time if he did end up breaking it down.

"Point to me? Why yes, I think so. Point to the Dead? Zero." you smugly dusted your hands together as you sat around your cozy warm fire. "I've already seen his quirk, so at least I know he can't fly."

You watched as a pot above the fire boiled a few ripe tomatoes and water, expired but acceptable spices, and finally to top it off, a package of dried instant noodles. It wasn't much, but you considered yourself a real chef in the apocalypse. Nothing like a soup to warm yourself with.

You sat enjoying the fresh breeze when a small drop of rain hit your nose and then a few more nestled into your clothing.

"Ah, crumbs." you mumbled, "suppose that's the cue to retire for the evening."

By now, the sun was getting low and soon there would be nothing but your small fire to illuminate the rooftop. There were more shady clouds on the horizon, the impending promise of a storm soon to hit, but you hoped it would be mild enough that you wouldn't have to retreat back inside.

You headed inside your tents and crawled into your sleeping bag. With a full belly, warm blood, and, not to mention the absolutely traumatic day you'd just had, you'd fallen asleep faster than you ever thought possible.

Finally a well-overdue rest.

... Except not.

It started out slowly at first, the small pitter-patter on the roof of your tent. Not even loud enough to wake you, but eventually it turned into heavy rain. You were finally startled awake by the sound of thunder roaring all around you.

"Crap! no way!" you shrieked as lightning struck in the distance and the thunder followed directly after. You panicked, realizing this was not the safest place to be. But if you went back inside... he could show up, and he might not have as hard a time controlling his hunger as last time.

alright, let's not panic here. We'll just climb down to the window, and uh... figure out where to stay.

You got up from the warm comfort and made your way to a duffle bag in the outer layer of the tent. You ruffled around for a rain jacket or umbrella, groaning when you found neither. You had to make due and instead pulled out a large blue tarp and a bungee cord. You wrapped it around yourself a few times, trying to get it to stay in position without trapping your arms or blocking your vision. When you finally got it somewhat under control and held in place, at least at the waist, you peeked outside the tent. Some good news you noted as the barrels you'd set out some months ago were finally getting their use, already half full from the heavy rainfall. Apocolypse sink water at its best was tragically grainy.

Looking beyond the barrels in the distance, towards the bridge, for a fleeting moment, you wondered if your Dead chums would be alright. Nothing to shield them from the storm. Although, luckily no thoughts to make them fearful of it either.

Pulling you from your considerations was a sound that almost rang like thunder, but it followed after no lightning strike above. You walked outside your tent and towards the ledge of the building, holding your tarp in place. You wondered if the pelting of rain on the tarp would drown out any other noises. You looked down the wall of the building and could see your window. Wondering now if the rain would make it much harder to keep a solid grip as you'd scale down it.

You tested it by placing one hand on the wall, then another. Your quirk allowed you to practically stick to the wall, it didn't seem you'd lost any grip on the wet stone. Happy enough with this small test you leaned back over to remove your shoes.

Then another thunder, but not thunder sound rang out, this time it was closer and answered the question of hearing under a tarp. You looked down the wall where it seemed to have come from, but found nothing.

You definitely heard something. You hoisted yourself over the ledge and made sure all ten fingers were down flat against the building before taking your next movement. Cautions as you made small steady actions down the wall.

You'd only gotten maybe three full feet away from the ledge before the wall below you exploded out in glass and brick. The smoke that spewed out made you cough uncontrollably and your eyes burn.

He was there, in your apartment, apparently mad enough that when he couldn't find you, his plan of action was to blow a hole in your wall.

When the smoke departed you saw the Dead leaning out of his new window renovation, his stiffened neck straining to turn enough to see you hanging above him. If you didn't know any better you'd say he looked almost surprised to see you there. That supposed look turned into a scowl as he slowly reached out a grabbing hand towards you. He couldn't reach you, you were still a good floor and a half above him. But still, he reached, beckoned you to come down.

You shook your head at him, "ARE YOU NUTS? You tried to eat me yesterday! You just BLEW A HOLE in the side of my apartment! Go away! I don't want to be eaten anymore!" you were delirious with fear and anger that you WOULD have to find a new place to live. you turned to climb back to the roof, maybe against all odds he would listen and just go away.

You didn't look back when you heard more explosions, even as they passed right by your ears. Maybe he was trying to kill you. Trying to blow you up. When you reached the ledge again you threw yourself over and lay on the roof, panting. The rain had gotten under your tarp and you were soaked through.

How could anything possibly get worse? you cried.

Then you heard the shuffling. Coming towards you, on the roof, in the rain, in the dark, as you were soaked to the core.

Reluctant to open your eyes you just spoke out blindly. "Are you on the roof with me?"

...

A growl.

"Can you fly or something?"

another growl.

Sigh. "Alright."

You picked yourself up and sat leaning against the wall, head between your knees. Just... over it.

Then you felt a tickle of cloth lightly tapping against your arm. Finally looking up, a rag was being dangled in front of you.

"What's this?" you asked nonchalantly.

"Uhh."

"Ah, right. Cool, thanks." you took the rag and put your head back down.

An annoyed grunt followed by a soft thud landing in front of you, you checked on your stalker and saw that he'd now kneeled down in front of you, tense and childishly mad in appearance.

"I don't understand! What do you want from me!"

He reached out his hand clumsily and a bit too tightly around yours, pulling it and the rag up to his face.

"You.. want me to clean your face now? What about before...?"

"Herl" his voice was harsh but quieter.

"What?" you leaned in closer to hear him better, once again forgetting what he was.

"H-help."

"So you do need my help." you could feel your heart melt and the utter sadness of the situation. There was something inside this Dead, something that was still living.

He huffed and tried to look away, but you still held his cheek and turned it back to you. His eyes, still like rubies, looked as though they were wet, but surely it was only from the rain.

Forgetting about the cold and the rain, you wiped his face. He had clearly been caught out in the storm since some of the work had already been done for you. His hair was looking cleaner, and the muck in it had dripped down over his face. You wiped it away gently as he stared at you, unblinking. You cleaned the ash and soot that still clung to the divots under his eyes. Then the neck, following it up to the sharp curves of his jaw. When it was as clean as it could get, for now, you leaned back and admired the work.

"There we go... there was someone under all that, huh?" you smiled.

"Help." he repeated. "Help."

"I--"

There was someone there. Inside, pounding on this newly cleaned grey flesh that begged to be freed. Again, you wondered. Who was this person in their living life, to be filled with such determination in death? You felt a lump in your throat. The agony of humanity trapped within the Dead. You could find out. You would.

"I will."

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Bakugou likes to remind you to breathe whenever you two have sex. It can get so overwhelming for you—the pleasure, the intensity, the intimacy, the eye contact that he never lets you lose. It’s a connected feeling, when you’re at the height of it all, the precipice of climaxing.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, baby,” he’ll whisper to you, tapping your cheeks once, twice, gently to gain your attention. Your eyes flutter open, rolling once before they settle on his, whining when you catch a carmine gaze, filled only with a type of passion and adoration that it makes your hole clench around him.

“Breathe through it, will you do that for me, baby? Huh?” He talks to you like you’re some airhead and, in a sense, you guess you are at the moment. Only able to gasp, mouth dropping open for his tongue to swipe the inside of it, hands pawing at his shoulders and nape.

“Cmon, baby, breathe with me. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, watches how your eyebrows screw up, how your eyes struggle to stay open.

You’ve always had the bad habit of holding your breath when you orgasm, and Bakugou’s heard somewhere that breathing through it makes the feeling all the more powerful. And he’s been doing it with you ever since—pressing his chest to yours, his mouth against your own, his breath in, your breath out.

When you cum, you remember to suck in your deep breaths, eyes hopelessly rolling to the back of your head as you shake and tremble all over. Bakugou praises you the whole time though, groaning and whispering about how good you did for him, how tight you are, how you listen so, so well.

His own breath stutters as he follows you, toes curled against the mattress as his breath slows until his balls finally unclench and he can relax into your body. You’re both boneless in seconds, and you figure the mess can wait until you gain feeling back in your body again.

#I think I saw that in a video #that it intensifies your climax when you remember to breathe #which I need to do bc I always seem to hold my breath and then feel lightheaded after lmfao #anyway I love nerd bkg that looks up sex tips to help make everything better in bed #the thought of him wearing his old man glasses as he scrolls on a website #no private browser or anything #just raw dogging his search history with sex facts lmfso #the gc goes crazy if they ever catch wind of it #okay gn I’m sleepy and I feel so nauseous all of a sudden gelp #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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pocketramblr · 6 months

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5 headcanons for an AU where All might deflates in front of the crowd after defeating the sludge villain?

OOOOOOH now that's fun

1- it's quiet, for a moment, as everyone stares and tries to process what they just saw. Izuku, who saw the truth already, still is stunned for a second. And then he realizes everyone else sees too, and his feet move before he can think more about it.

2- Izuku needs everyone to stop looking at All Might as the crowd begins to murmur, shaking itself. Izuku knows that Kacchan is very good at being loud and the center of attention. So, 2+2=4, he gives Bakugou a little push into a hero and a civilian and let's that work out.

3- As the explosion begins, Izuku grabs All Might's hand and runs, down between two buildings that still smell like smoke and sewage. Mt Lady grows for crowd control, and sees where they go- but the look in their eyes makes her turn back to the crowd and block a few civilians from following. She pretends everything is normal, and she's an actress. If that really was All Might- and it had to be, she felt that power- he'll be grateful when she contacts his agency later to demand what happened. If it isn't, then she can point out that letting non-heroes follow a villainous impersonator of that power level would have been disastrous.

4- they go a few buildings further when All Might's feet drag and Izuku's burst of motion slows. He pants, and stops at the street. "Go one way, All Might, sir, I'll tell them you went the other way." He can still hear Kacchan shouting above the other voices, and Mt Lady arguing back, but they don't have a lot of time. "Yeah, no." Toshinori says, and drags Izuku instead into a store, heading for the clearance section and hats.

5- the good news is, most people had put their phones down at this point and weren't filming. The TV cameras had turned away to show the people cheering and the blond victim fine. The bad news is that some people still were filming, and the TV crew went back, catching sight of All Might's skinny back fleeing the scene as the crowd erupted. As Toshinori pays for a change of clothes for both him and Izuku, his phone starts to ring. He mutes it as they change and put on the hats. Izuku asks where they are running too, but Toshinori just goes two buildings down to a ramen shop and sits at a table. He points out that no is going to look for All Might at a restaurant a block from the crime scene, much less expect him to be casually eating there in an Endeavor hoodie and a ball cap. He thinks the bright orange FG jacket izuku is now wearing to hide his school uniform clashes horribly with the lilac beanie, but it works to make the few curls escaping to look less green. As they eat, Toshinori tells Izuku about OfA, and makes his offer. Izuku bursts into tears because he just ruined All Might's secret, revealed it to everyone, he doesn't deserve his quirk, and now that it's in the open All Might can pick someone else, the best choice. Toshinori disagrees, because all Izuku did was inspire him to save that other boy, which was more important. Izuku agrees to be his successor, numbers are exchanged, and after eating Toshinori walks him home just in case- but it seems Izuku wasn't identified, probably because Bakugou could only scream "Deku" when shoved, so Izuku gets a quiet night of pure stress to himself while Toshinori heads to ask Tsukauchi for a ride to Might Tower for a very loud and very long night of pure stress and demanding answers.

#that said. bakugou IS going to be Right Outside when Izuku leaves the next morning to demand answers.#and Izuku will apologize and say he just panicked because All Might needed help and then left when there wasn't a crowd to mob him #but like. bakugou knows Izuku isn't telling the truth. and Izuku knows he can't say ANYTHING or he'll end up saying EVERYTHING and all #anyone can talk about as school is All Might (at least they don't remember Bakugou dying in slime ten seconds prior ig)#and Bakugou can't corner Izuku for answers in school in public and suspects he can't force them out with explosions but maybe threats will #work. so izuku skips at the very end of the day so he can't be cornered twenty minutes later and so he can get a head start running to meet #Toshinori who. you know. has maybe slept two hours at the most since they last met #well. good luck to everyone there!#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game #great ask keep them coming

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mettywiththenotes · 2 months

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Bakugou and Tomura both telling Izuku to stay back... the parallels just keep coming

#izuku 'two hands' midoriya is rushing over to help them no matter #at this point we need to put bakugou and tomura under a microscope and figure out wtf makes them parallel so specifically #bnha #bnha 416 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #tomura shigaraki #bakugou katsuki #mettys posts #metty posts

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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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