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sugarlywhispers · 3 months
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the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.
— I'M DYING HELP.
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lightseoul · 10 months
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endearment
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synopsis. first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.
cw. fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, aged-up (26 yrs old), established relationship, a lot of cursing
word count. 1.9k words
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The first time it happens, you don’t think too much about it.
“Bakugou,” you call out from where you’re snuggled on his corduroy sofa. “Can you pass me some tissue?”
From the bathroom, you could hear a faint ‘tch’.
The sound of house slippers colliding with the tiled floor grows louder and louder until he finally emerges with a roll in his hand, which he promptly tosses to you.
You catch it—barely—and grin when you feel the thickness of the 3-ply roll, no doubt a staple in Bakugou Katsuki’s pristine apartment unit.
Go figure.
He’s circling the coffee table and plopping down next to you when your phone rings.
Confused, you pick up your phone to see a picture of you and Kirishima from your last get-together—his caller ID. Curious, Bakugou peers over your shoulder, frowning upon seeing his other best friend’s name.
“Isn’t he on patrol right now with Midoriya?” you ask.
Bakugou shrugs. “Answer it.”
Humming an okay, you click the accept button.
“Hey, Y/N! Is Bakubro with you right now?
You eye Bakugou, who’s pretending to be disinterested and not at all eavesdropping. “Yeah. What’s up?”
Kirishima laughs, “Can you tell him to check our group chat? Limited edition All Might merch just dropped.”
At that, you chuckle. “Got this Ei. He’s actually just beside me right now. I’ll make sure to tell him. And tell Izuku I said hi.”
You can practically hear the smile on his face when he says: “Thanks, bro! You’re the best.”
With that, you press the end call button and turn slightly to regard Bakugou, who’s now staring at his hands on his knees, what looks like a scowl etched on his face.
You poke at his side, trying to be playful.
“Aren’t you curious about what he had to say?”
He shakes his head before standing up and heading—again—to the bathroom.
Huh.
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The second time it happens, it leaves you and your friends bewildered.
“And so that’s how yesterday’s patrol ended up with me getting a special interview with TBS,” Mina says proudly.
You chuckle, amused. “That’s amazing, Mina.”
From where she’s seated beside you in the booth of your favorite bar, she grins. “Yeah, well I try!”
Kirishima, who’s sitting opposite the both of you, chimes in. “You have to tell Bakubro that story.”
“Where is he, anyway?” Mina asks.
You squint, looking through the glass windows of the bar. “I think he’s still searching for a parking space.”
At that, Mina cocks her head to the side in confusion. “But it’s been a while since you guys arrived?”
“Yeah…”
You pick up your phone, thumbing through the contacts until you arrive at the one marked with the red asterisk.
Emergency contact.
You’re in the middle of quickly typing out a where r u when Mina, the ever meddling Mina, peers over your shoulder unbeknownst to you.
“You named his contact…Bakugou?”
Attention divided between texting and talking with your friends, you retort lamely with: “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” Kirishima pipes up. “It’s just that couples usually save each other’s contacts as sweet pet names.”
Mina nods in agreement. “For example, I have Ei saved as baby, with a red heart.”
Before you can even defend yourself, let alone playfully gag at the nickname Mina has given Kirishima, Bakugou appears at your table, sitting down at the booth next to Kirishima and in front of you, uncharacteristically quiet.
When you lock eyes, you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly— denoting a question: everything okay?—but he doesn’t sustain eye contact.
Instead, he stands up again quite abruptly.
“Restroom,” he explains curtly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking away, leaving the three of you speechless.
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The third time it happens, it happens in his childhood home.
You didn’t expect to meet his parents this early on in the relationship; you haven’t even been together for a year. Yet Bakugou was determined to introduce you to them, said something about his sharp intuition telling him something or whatever.
Which is how you now find yourself in the living room of the place where he grew up, poring over photo albums like how dehydrated animals in hot climates pore over water.
With his mother, of all people.
“And this is him when his quirk first manifested,” Mitsuki explains, speeding through the pages of the album whilst grinning. You can’t help but grin back.
She points to a rather old photograph on the last page. “And this one is him playing baseball in 8th grade.”
Intrigued, you move closer to see the picture, smiling when you spot him, crimson eyes and ash blonde locks sticking out like a rose amidst the thorny bushes—impossible to miss.
Wanting to fill the air, you offer: “Bakugou was a very cute kid, Mitsuki-san.”
In a flash, she looks up at you, a puzzled look decorating her beautiful features, instead of the look of gratitude you were aiming for.
When you look back at her with confused eyes yourself, she asks, “You still call each other by your last name?”
“Oh—I—uh…”
You eye Bakugou who’s in the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables for the salad, as per his mother’s instructions.
You convince yourself that he’s got to be out of earshot.
Stumbling over your words again, you scramble for purchase. “Well—”
To your relief, Mitsuki only laughs good-naturedly in response, cutting you off.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know my Katsuki can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but inside he’s a real softie who appreciates the little things.”
You could simply nod in response.
From the kitchen, Bakugou announces: “I’m going to the restroom. Start eating without me.”
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A fourth time does not end up happening.
Instead, you find yourself riding the elevator to the rooftop of Bakugou’s apartment complex, where he’s already waiting for you.
‘I’ll just go ahead’ is what he said after both of you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner. ‘Make sure to catch up’.
Before you know it, the elevator doors slide open and you step out, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the heavy feeling now sitting in your stomach.
Will you finally figure out why Bakugou’s been acting a bit off lately?
You immediately spot him, back turned against you, and arms folded across his chest, resting on top of the railing.
Slowly, you walk towards him, ultimately situating yourself to his right.
A tense—albeit not uncomfortable—silence falls upon you.
Neither of you says anything until you pipe up with: “Is there bad news?”
At that, he finally turns his head to look at you. “Hah?”
You school your expression into a pensive one. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“What?” he exclaims, his entire body now facing you in a frantic hurry. “No!”
You chuckle. “Then what’s with the bad news face?”
“Bad news face?”
Nodding, you continue. “The face you make when you hear or are about to deliver bad news. It’s the more solemn iteration of your scowl.”
“What—” he scoffs, although he sounds pleased, “—You’ve fucken memorized my expressions?”
You shrug sheepishly.
When he doesn’t say anything in return, you prod further. “How bad is it?”
He huffs, breaking eye contact. “No bad news. Just—it’s…shit, never mind.”
“It’s just me,” you remind him. “It’s okay.”
With your reassurance, you can see his body relaxing a little bit, though he still refuses to say anything.
A few more seconds of tense silence pass before Bakugou finally looks you straight in the eye.
“Why the fuck do you call me Bakugou?
You stare at him. “...because it’s your name?”
Whatever he wanted to hear from you, it sure wasn’t that.
He scoffs. “Yeah? Well, why do you call shitty hair Ei or shitty deku Izuku? Have I failed some fucking test to qualify for first name privileges?”
“What are you talking about?”
This is what made him act weirdly the past week?
“Don’t make me say it again, woman,” he spits, although there’s not much venom coating his words.
“God,” he combs through his hair in frustration, “this is fucking humiliating.”
“I call you Bakugou because that’s what I called you back when we were just friends,” you try to reason. “Also, I…I didn’t want to start calling you Katsuki out of nowhere.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you finish, voice small.
“Who said I wanted you to call me that?”
 You shoot him a knowing look.
You stare at each other for a few more seconds before he groans in defeat, turning to face the city skyline instead of you. You follow suit, opting to look up at the stars that seem to be twinkling extra tonight.
Moments pass with neither of you saying anything.
You gently bump his shoulder with yours.
“For what it’s worth,” you start, “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about.”
He only grunts in response. You press on.
“The fact that you just told me all this…I don’t know. It makes me happy. It’s sort of like saying you care enough about our relationship to communicate even the most ‘humiliating’—your words not mine—of concerns.
“Of course I fucking do, dumbass,” he retorts. “Wouldn’t have confessed to you if I was just gonna chicken out at some point like a loser.”
You smile at him and his words, and you hope your adoration translates to your face, because the thing with Bakugou is that sometimes you have to deliver the message without having to utter the words—all to preserve the moment before it’s adulterated by shame.
“Right,” you look at him, “why don’t you call me by my first name?”
“Figured I haven’t earned it yet,” he says bluntly.
Amused, you push forward. “And how were you planning to earn it?”
He shoots you a glare. “By being the best fucking boyfriend, that’s how.”
At that, you cannot help the delighted laughter that erupts from you.
He side-eyes you, annoyed, though a smile manages to crack through the facade.
“Stop laughing at me.”
And when you don’t: “Hey.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath. “I’m just happy.”
He studies you for a beat, eyes fluttering across your face as if he’s searching for something. You feel yourself grow warmer under his piercing gaze.
There’s a pregnant pause before he finally says: “Call me Katsuki.”
You grin, “Okay, Katsuki.”
At your mention of his name, the scowl plastered on his face eases a little into a neutral—borderline happy—expression.
“And I’ll call you by your first name…” he declares, “if you’re fine with it or if not, just forget I said that.”
You take his hand and squeeze it before he can ramble some more.
“Sounds good to me, Katsuki.”
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bonus:
“I swear,” you argue while putting on your shoes, “I can ride the subway, Katsuki.”
“At this hour?” he snorts.
“Best fucking boyfriend, remember?” he sneers as he obtains his car keys by the doorway. “Just let me do this for you.”
You relent, knowing better than to fight with Katsuki on the matter of your safety, when suddenly a brilliant idea dawns on you.
Straightening up, you say: “I don’t think I saw you drinking water after dinner, Katsuki.”
“What?”
“Go hydrate yourself,” you command.
At that, he grumbles but submits to you anyway, walking back to his tidy kitchen.
Once you see that he’s in the middle of chugging down a bottle, you call: “Katsuki?”
He grunts—the best he can do while downing a bottle of water—in response.
“Can I call you babe?”
Bakugou chokes on his spit.
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tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19
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sweetersugar · 7 days
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dabi and his sweetheart of a wife who just can't get enough of him. don't get it twisted, he's just as infatuated and obsessed with you are you are with him, but he derives his entertainment from the way you still act like he's your crush. he notices every time a blush builds on your cheeks when he gets a little close to you, or even when he says your name in his raspy voice. you're undeniably sexy when you build the confidence to pull him to you and caress his face, your lips inches apart, but there's something dizzying about how you whisper his name. sometimes, when he motions you over to sit beside him or on his lap, you inhale deeply before heeding his command. "you're so pretty like this, dove," he rasps, a smirk painting his lips when you glare at his obvious attempts to make you flustered. "you are so annoying," you murmur, despite sighing contently when his lips press against yours.
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naddiesflower · 1 year
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Calling him by his name and not by a term of endearment
another one in the drafts that needed to see the light of day
Characters: Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki
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Shoto
You truly didn't mean to do it
You honestly just straight up forgot one day
You would always greet each other outside of class before school started
Like clockwork, you would give each other a small hug and you would always say “hi baby” or something similar, but you would always call him baby…..except for today
“Morning Shoto,” you pull away from the hug, and he has a frown on his face that looks different from the one he usually has
“You okay?”  
He’s quick to shake it off, “Yeah, come on, we’re going to be late for class.”
You guys were actually early, but you just brush it off as him wanting to be punctual
Shoto really wants to question you
But he doesn’t
Not outwardly at least
He’s thinking, “are they mad at me?”, “Did I do something to make them mad at me??”
He would do everything possible EXCEPT ask you what was wrong
The both of you walk inside the class and Shoto goes to your seat before you do and pulls out your chair for you
You’re surprised, it’s not like he’s never nice to you (though he doesn’t look it, he’s really nice) but you are perfectly capable of doing menial tasks for yourself
So you never expected him to do that, but you appreciated it nevertheless
“Oh, thanks Sho!”
His eyebrows crease
He hums in affirmation and gives a kiss to the top of your head before walking over to his seat
That’s when you know something is wrong
He wasn’t too keen on PDA 
So for him to nonchalantly kiss you on the head in class….was kinda fishy
Shoto can’t concentrate all that well in class now
Poor dude is wracking through his brain as to why you just called him Sho
WHY SHO AND WHY NOT BABY???
And now he’s pouting for the entirety of the class
Every time you look over at him he’s like >:/
ngl it’s really cute
You don’t ask Shoto what’s wrong until lunchtime rolls around
Well
You try to
When the lunch bell rings Shoto is like a man on a mission
He beelines toward you
If you hadn’t known what his quirk you would have thought it was super speed
Iida who?
Some of your classmates look at him weird 
This is just the image I get in my head lolol
Shoto: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️   
Classmates:🤨
But he gets to you in like .5 seconds and he holds his hand out to you
He doesn’t even say anything to you, so you assume he wants to hold your hand
You place your hand in his but he surprises you when he pulls you into a hug
Thankfully everyone had already filed out of the class or else you would have been a burning bundle of embarrassment 
“Call me baby please.”
His mouth was right next to your ear and you could feel his lips move against it 
Your knees would have surely given out had you not come to a conclusion
You hadn’t called him baby the entire day and he was now clearly perturbed about it
There was one thing you really loved about Shoto, it was pretty easy to fluster him
And you see a perfect opportunity open itself up
Grabbing his face between your hands you pull him away from your ear and smush his cheeks together
“Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my baaaaby.”
A blush was quickly creeping its way up his neck
Which only encourages you more
Maybe he shouldn’t have reminded you
“Ok that’s enough….”
“But I haven’t called you baby enough times.”
“I’m going to eat by myself.”
“Wait!”
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Bakugo
You did call Bakugo terms of endearment like babe, sweetheart, and the one you use the most, honey 
Bakugo claimed to dislike your nicknames, but he secretly really liked them
One day you and Bakugo get into a petty argument
I totally feel like you and he would fight over the smallest shit lmao 
And you’re not hanging around his desk before class like you normally do
You’re at Ashido’s desk obviously ignoring him
Which irks him, but that’s fine, he can ignore you too
But he can’t help but eavesdrop on yalls conversation
because Ashido’s desk is very close and totally not because he wants to hear your voice because he already misses it
“Why aren't you at his desk by the way?”
“Hmm, Bakugo’s?”
Oh this catches his immediate attention
He doesn’t even bother hiding his blatant staring at you from across the room
Since the both of you started dating not once have you called him Bakugo
It’s always been your cute gushy nicknames or variations of his first name
Mina already knows what’s up and wants all the details now 
She’s huddling closer to you, almost practically on top of your desk
But you never get to spill tea because the bell is ringing
But i assure you that Bakugou is giving you a hard side eye
Cuz he still needs to focus in class (he’s still a good student!!)
Lunchtime rolls around and he very discreetly walks next to you
“Hey”
You turn to look at him and just smile at him with your stupid cute face
He’s happy you’re not outright ignoring him
But he was at least expecting a, “c’mon Tsuki, i wanna get a good table!”
He brushes his pinkie against yours hoping you’d get the hint and hold his hand but nope
You pick up your pace and he sees you wrap your hands around Ashido’s arm, the both of you now animatedly talking
He would have found it cute if you weren’t hanging off of Ashido
That should be me by justin bieber starts playing
Bakugo is now internally raging inside at the lunch table
You would normally sit next to him but you're sitting across from him in between Sero and Kirishima
Man’s is literally stabbing into his food
everyone is now staring at his dramatic ass 
buy you're the only one who ends up making a comment about it 
"the food is already dead, i don't think you need to do that Bakugo."
he stops murdering his food 
he's had enough
He stands up forms his seat, goes over to a very confused you
Very gently, takes a hold of your wrist and starts dragging you up to the school’s rooftop
You’re questioning him the entire time
When you finally get to the rooftop Bakugo lets go of your wrist and just kind of stares at you
He’s silent for a couple of minutes looking like he’s going through a mental battle
Until he finally says something
Something that you can barely make out because he’s turned his head away from you and is grumbling
You: https://youtu.be/Y_3vk411ALE
“Bakugo what?”
There you go calling him by his last name again
“I said I’m sorry, don’t make me repeat myself!”
“Sorry for what??”
You can’t be serious
“For our argument this morning, the reason you’re calling me by my last name.”
“Oh.”
Oh?
JUST OH??
“I thought you were still mad at me so i wanted to give you space, i forgot about our argument way before school started.”
……
ATTENTION: TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE❗❗❗
Bakugo just sighs
He’s too tired to even get frustrated and just wants your attention
So he pulls you into a hug and buries his face into your neck
“Don’t ever do that again.”
You can practically hear the pout in his voice
“I'm sorry honey, i just wanted to give you space.”
“I don’t care about space.”
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coffeerecords · 1 year
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NOT PRETTY | dabi.
➾ in which he learns and admits that he is a pretty boy
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wordcount: 3k+ | genre: fluff, comfort, smut, tinge of angst | pairing: dabi x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: swear words, insecurities, explicit sex (oral m receiving, riding, aftercare <3) | others: soft!dabi bc im a sucker for him, DABI IS A PRETTY BOY !!!!!!!
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In all his years as a villain, people call him lots of names; Asshole, Shitface, Ugly—the list goes on. Dabi has grown indifferent to those names. He had already accepted his current appearance since there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, he truly looked like a villain what else could he ask for? He is a villain—people fear him, people run away from him, and no one wants anything to do with him.
It’s evident in how the crowd disperses the moment he steps into the club. Their eyes grow weary and cautious despite they are all villains, working under the Liberation Front in different divisions. He supposed it’s also the fact that he’s one of the co-commanders. But he couldn’t care less as he makes a beeline towards the sitting figure at the bar.
“You’re here.” The voice he has been waiting to hear all day greets him.
Dabi leans against the counter beside you, elbows supporting him on the oak surface as he faces the opposite of where you’re facing. “Mhmm, you said to pick you up at one.”
“Thought you weren’t listening,” you turn to him, half-lidded gaze filled with a mix of emotions he can’t identify—sending him to instinctively swallow a lump down his throat.
He looks away from you, setting his eyes elsewhere. “You’d yell my ears off.”
You chuckle, climbing down the chair after finishing your drink. Without so much thought, you fix the skirt of your dress and such simple action fixates Dabi.
Fuck, you truly look absolutely gorgeous in that little black dress.
“Let’s go,” you chime, grabbing your clutch in one hand and the other linking your arm around his.
Dabi raises a brow. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Uh, dragging us out of here?”
“I should be the one dragging you. Thought you’ll end up wasted tonight.”
A bitter laugh passes your lips. “I thought so too. But, alas, things aren’t going just as I—” You stop midway, glancing at something—well, people around you before clearing your throat. “—hoped.”
Dabi hums in acknowledgement, walking alongside you as you both step out of the bar and head towards your place.
You’ve become very quiet along the way. Moments like this happen whenever you’re deep in thought. Dabi has no idea what’s gotten you so worked up about, but he knows it’s not nothing. Working with you has thought him that he shouldn’t pry no matter how much he wants to know what’s bothering you. If you want him to know, you’ll let him know.
Without much thought, Dabi’s steps falter momentarily. “You cold?”
“Huh?” You respond almost absentmindedly. “Oh, no… I’m not—” As if on cue, there’s a strong gush of wind, causing you to shiver. “I mean yes—”
Dabi merely snorts and unlinks your arm before tugging off his coat and having you wear them instead. “There. All warm and cozy.”
You roll your eyes at him while tugging his coat tighter around your frame. “Thanks for your service.”
“My pleasure, doll.” He reaches for your hand and interlaces your fingers together. “Tell me if you’re still cold.”
Dabi will never admit this but as you continue to walk back to your place, he keeps glancing at you as if to observe your mood. But a smile slowly makes its way to his face when there’s now a small smile on your visage.
When you both reach your place, you let out a deep sigh and the disturbed look in your eyes returns. “Why…?”
“Hmm?” Dabi questions, taking off his boots and switching with a pair of home slippers you’ve provided for him. He turns to look at you with a raised brow.
“Why did those people look at you like… like—“
Ah... He knows where this is going...
“Like I’m disgusting?” Dabi mentions bluntly. “‘Cause I am. Can’t ya see how burnt I look?” He chuckles almost too lightheartedly, stepping into your living room and making himself home. He plops himself on the couch and throws his head back against it with his arms spread and eyes closed.
You remain quiet near the entrance, aside from some clicking and shuffling noises as you take off your heels and wear your slippers. Then your shuffling stops, followed by a small thud on the coffee table.
The room goes extremely quiet.
You’d usually head towards your room to wash up immediately after a long night, but when Dabi peers his eyes open, his gaze widens as you stand right between his legs. Gazing down at him with an unreadable expression.
“What?” Dabi drawls with a lopsided grin. An ugly feeling unfurled in his chest, are you pitying him now?
Anger sparks in your gaze as you cross your arms across your chest. “Don’t call yourself disgusting.”
“Huh? It’s true though. I’ve long accepted I looked ugly and—” You clamp his mouth shut. To say that he’s surprised would be an understatement to what you do next.
Without a word, you climb on his lap and lean close to his face.
“Only nobodies can say those bullshit because they know that they can never compare to you. So, you need to shut up, pretty boy.”
Stunned, the words on the tip of his tongue diminish. He stares at you wide-eyed for a moment before he takes your hand away from his mouth.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He looks away from you. “And don’t call me that.”
A smirk curls up on the corner of your lips. “Why not?”
“I’m…” He’s not pretty. No one uses that word to describe him. “You’re drunk.”
You shake your head. “Not really. Just a lil buzzed. Can talk and think without a hitch.”
Dabi almost grabs you by the waist and hauls you to your bed. You need a timeout. You’re talking absolute bull—
Your arms wrap around his neck as you settle yourself higher, right on his crotch.
“Pretty boy~” You giggle, hooking a finger under his chin to make him face you again.
“Y-You’re drunk.” His heart thunders against his stitched chest, blood rushing to his cheeks and… south.
“Dabi, I am not,” you reply back, pressing yourself to him. “But if you want to stop, then tell me to stop.”
He remains silent as you patiently wait.
“C’mon, pretty boy. I need to hear what you want.” His breath hitches as you gently trace a finger up his jawline and the staples that litter across his cheeks.
Shit, as if you needed to ask what he wants. He knows you know that he wants you.
“Mhmm…” You hum, hips subtly grinding. “Can feel your body’s already reacting, baby.”
Dabi’s facade crumbles bit by bit. Hands itching just to touch you, map your body into his memory. His breath turns shaky when you softly place a kiss on his forehead, his nose, and his heated cheeks. You’re closing in on his lips and Dabi’s eyes flutter shut instinctively.
Your lips are merely a millimetre away from his. Your voice reduces into a seductive whisper in his ears, “My pretty boy…”
“Am not—” An involuntary groan passes his lips when you purposefully tug your skirt up your hips, giving him a clear view of your lace panties, cutting him off.
“Wanna say that again?”
Dabi exhales a sharp breath.
Your scent is intoxicating, feeling up his senses as his usual clear mind blurs. All he could focus on is your luscious lips and the way you press yourself against him. He should have more self-control than this… He should be the one flirting, throwing his lines to rile you up… But… But—
You clutch his shoulder, leaving kisses up his jaw, “Wanna kiss you till we’re both out of breath… Wanna show you how beautiful you are…”
The thread that bears the semblance of his self-control snaps as he cups your face. “Doll, you’re killing me.”
Without another word, Dabi presses a hard kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, equally fervent.
Your hands tug at his shirt, dropping them to the floor before his coat on you and your dress follows. Dabi nearly lost his whole sanity at the sight of you in a pretty set. You shudder as he presses his nose from your jaw to the crook of your neck, leaving kisses down its trail. With a sigh, you comb your fingers through his hair with your head tilted up. “Wanna feel all of you, pretty boy.”
Fuck. The things he’d do for you…
Dabi heeds your request, tugging off his jeans in record time after you climb off of him. He’s about to bring you back to his lap, but you step away from his reach and turn your back to him, striding to the bedroom. But not before casting him a glance, beckoning him to follow you. And he does—as if you’ve cast a spell on him and he follows your every command.
Dabi swallows a lump down his throat as you sit prettily across the bed, confidence exuding off of you. “Come here, handsome.”
He approaches you, climbing on the soft duvet. His body hovers over yours as you cup his face with a hand and claim his lips on yours. It’s a messy kiss—you suck his bottom lip as he grants you entry to meet his tongue with yours. When you pull away for air, you push his shoulder to have him sit on the bed while you straddle his waist. His hands trail up your thighs to your ass, kneading it.
“Wanna try something?”
“Hmm?” He stares at you with curiosity through his turquoise gaze.
“Keep your hands on the bed, baby. While I do whatever I want with you.”
It takes him a moment to register what you’re implying—giving you the reins. Usually, he’ll burn anyone who dares to take control of him.
But you and him…
He’d grown to trust you and how you could never hurt him intentionally. So, Dabi lets out a sharp breath and agrees nonetheless.
You place wet kisses down his throat, across his collarbones and chest, evoking soft moans and groans as you appreciate him. Gradually, you move south, kissing all his scars and burns even leaving a few marks on his skin to stake your claim on him before tugging his boxers off. His length springs free, leaking out precum. Dabi throws his head back as a groan escapes his lips while you wrap your hand around his pulsating length. “D-Doll—”
You merely him in response, giving it a few pumps before licking his tip. His hands form a fist on the blankets as he resists the urge to weave his fingers through your hair and fuck your throat. Without warning, your tongue swirls on his slit, switching between licking and sucking. His length twitches, balls aching for a release at your ministrations.
“F-Fuck…” Dabi breathes out, no longer holding up his upper body as he slumps against the pillows.
“Does it feel good?”
His face contorts beautifully. “Yes, so fucking much—”
You trace the vein on the underside of his cock with a thumb. “Only for the prettiest boy.”
“No, I’m not—” he denies vehemently.
There’s a raging storm of emotions inside Dabi, unfurling in his chest with each passing moment. He still finds it absurd that you found him ‘pretty’ because no one ever associates him with that word. ‘Monster’ is a more fitting word for him as people fear him the moment they see him, no matter when or where. But when you call him ‘pretty’, it throws him off the curb—confused and doubting and—
The continuous pleasure coursing through him stops instantly. No, not because he reached his high, it’s because you stopped touching him. Eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction with your arms crossed against your chest. Dabi huffs, meeting your gaze as he sits up. “What? Are you just going to leave me hanging?”
“Yes.”
He nearly spluttered at your blunt answer. “You’re serious…?”
You shift forward, plopping yourself right on his leaking hard-on. “Yes, Dabi. I’m actually insulted.”
Insulted?
Dabi hisses, hips involuntarily bucking to find whatever friction he can, but you stop him. “What did I do wrong now?” His voice was laced with impatience. “How did I offend you?”
“You’re insulting my taste,” you growl, pushing him down with your palm splayed on his chest.
If you weren’t so angry with him, Dabi might actually find this hot. But the expression you’re wearing isn’t a joke.
“Taste? As in…?”
“I find you really pretty, and yet you kept on denying that you’re not.” Your lips form a pout. “Are you not going to acknowledge it?”
Weighing between accepting your compliment or spending the rest of the night with blue balls when you’re looking this breathtaking — Dabi makes the right choice.
“Alright, I’m pretty,” he says without much thought. “There I said it, so will you please—”
You put a pointer finger on his lips. “Are you really?”
“I’m…” The pointed look on your face had him crumbling. No, he can’t say it again. Not when he can’t believe it.
You lean in close to him, lips barely touching his own. “Not gonna do anything to you until you believe it, baby.”
Dabi sometimes wonders if you can truly read his mind. He swears he’s so closed off that no one would be able to discern what he’s thinking about, but you—
“Dabi… I’m soaked…” your voice nearly comes out as a whimper. “I need you so badly—see?” You grab hold of his hand, letting his thick fingers feel your dripping entrance through your drenched panties. Dabi swears out loud as you guide his finger to rub across your covered folds. Despite his iron will working constantly — Dabi is still a guy. And seeing the girl of his dreams being so needy—
He leans up to touch your lips with his, and for a moment, you savour him. Then you pull away with his lips chasing after you. You gently cup his face, stopping him from claiming your lips again. “Say that you’re my pretty boy.”
Dabi can never really describe the scene in front of him. You look at him as if he hung the stars in the sky, waiting in anticipation of what he’s going to do next. No one has ever been this interested in him. As his heart and his mind are battling against each other—whether to succumb to well… feel good about himself.
“I’m… I’m… I’m your…” He stares at you hesitantly and mumbles, “…pretty boy…”
You purposefully busy yourself by unclasping your bra not hearing what he said. “What was that?”
Damn.
“I’m your pretty boy,” He states with conviction.
Your gaze brightens at his phrase, you waste no time grabbing a condom and rolling it on his hard length before slipping your panties aside and sinking down on him. Dabi bucks his hips when your walls clamp around his length, the pleasure shooting up his spine.
“Yours alone,” he groans out, hands flying to hold your waist.
With an appreciative hum, you kiss him deeply. His warm palms caress the skin below your breast before thumbing your nipples into stiff peaks. You sigh against him, “Yes, you are.” Soft moans and groans fill the room alongside the rhythmical sound of skin slapping. Dabi can feel himself reaching his climax once more. His thumb trails downward and finds your clit. His rough pad presses on it, rubbing circles. “Mhmm… You’re doing so good….” you whimper, back arching. “So good for me, pretty boy.”
Your thighs begin to ache, sweaty body quakes as you clamp down harder on him. “S-Shit, doll. ‘m not gonna last long—”
“Me too—”
Like a crashing wave, you both reach your highs simultaneously. Dabi keeps you grinding on him to ride out your highs as you slump forward chest-to-chest, utterly drained. Then silence blankets the room as Dabi lays on his back with you still on top of him, still connected. You bury your face in the crook of his neck while your hand caresses his hair to which he takes it and places a soft kiss before interlacing your fingers together.
“You okay?” Dabi questions softly.
“Mhmm…” you respond with a sleepy smile that he finds absolutely adorable. “My pretty boy.”
Dabi sighs with a smile on his face. “Yes, your pretty boy.”
You giggle, snuggling deeper (if that’s even possible) into the crook of his neck.
“Well, aren’t you a clingy one?”
“You love it.”
Dabi kisses your hair in response. “Are you feeling better now? You didn’t look happy back there in the bar.”
You stiffen for a moment before relaxing into him. “Yeah… You can tell?”
“‘Course… It’s you, after all. I’ve gained a sixth sense when it comes to you now.”
You laugh, lifting your upper body slightly from him just enough to meet his stare. Then your face grows sombre as you recall your earlier discovery. “Just find out that the broker had escaped to another country… I’m gonna have to give them a chase to get more information about….” You trail off.
Ah… Your mission. How can he forget? You aren’t part of the Liberation. You have your personal goals to achieve.
Dabi nods. “I understand.”
Silence.
“Are… Are you gonna leave…?” You sound small all of a sudden.
Dabi furrows his brows. “Do you want me to?”
“No, of course not! I always want you with me.…”
“Then I’m staying.”
“Staying…” you parroted his words, beautiful eyes widening. “You’ll stay with me even tomorrow?”
“Even tomorrow and the next day, and the next next day, week, month, year, whatever.”
There’s hope sparking in your eyes at his words. “You will stay….”
Dabi nods, affirming your words.
You grin. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anyway.”
“I think that’s supposed to be my line, doll.”
You shrug. “Makes no difference.”
Then you pull off of him to lay on his side. Dabi lets out a shaky breath at the sight of the mess you both made. “Fuck, we made a mess on your sheets.”
“We’ll clean it up in a bit,” you answer smoothly.
Dabi nearly refuses to do so. But he supposes you can’t really get a good night’s rest on dirty sheets. Plus, it won’t be the last time he’ll see this kinda mess…
“You’re drooling,” you point out.
Dabi chuckles before throwing the used condom into the trash and grabs a clean towel from your bathroom. He wipes off the remnants of your intimate session and strides to the bed where you are still laying.
“Spread those legs, baby.”
You raise a brow at him. “Up for another round?”
“No, you horndog. ‘m gonna clean you up.”
You giggle and acquiesce, taking off your soiled panties. Dabi stares at your glistening entrance for a moment, almost mesmerized. He almost entertains the thoughts of having his own cum leaking out of—
“Now, who’s the horndog?”
Dabi blinks, “S-Shut up.” He cleans you up and gently wipes off your sensitive area as you shudder.
A teasing smirk appears on your lips. “Do you want to lick me clean instead?”
Dabi freezes.
“I’m just messing with ya, pretty boy,” you giggle, sitting up to throw your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you. “Though I won’t mind it at all.”
Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him?
He knows you know how weak he is for you. “Don’t tempt me.”
You give him a kiss on the nose before pulling away, reaching for your bedside drawer to fish out what seems to be a brand-new phone. Dabi watches you curiously as he throws the towel into the hamper, picks up his boxers and wears it before plopping beside you.
“Take this.” You hand him the device and usher him to stand up again so you can change the blankets. “I’ll leave you messages here or even call you when I can with burner phones. This number—no one knows and no one will be able to track it.”
Dabi stares at the device in his hand as you rummage for new blankets in your dresser after wearing fresh underwear. “How about the other way around?”
You stop for a moment. “Um… I can find another phone.…”
“You better. There’s no way in hell I’m not annoying you too.”
You merely smile at his words, draping the clean blanket on your bed before climbing under it. “You’re into deep with me, huh?”
Dabi follows suit, joining you under the covers after placing the phone on the bedside table. “Say for yourself. Don’t think I don’t recognize the looks you gave me. It… It’s warm… Gives me, um, heart problems….”
“Heart problems…?”
Dabi pauses as he words his thoughts carefully, “Like my heart beats so fast as if I just fought off the number one hero.”
“I—” you grin from ear to ear now. “You give me heart problems too.”
Dabi can’t help bursting with so much joy at this moment. It’s such a foreign feeling—just talking and laying on your side. And he wants to do nothing but savour this as long as he can.
“Will you take care of it? My heart?” You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.
And he didn’t even need to think twice to answer, “Of course. It’s yours after all. If I don’t, you’ll have my head or castrate your favourite dick.”
You burst into another fit of laughter. “Maybe…”
Dabi smiles at you, and an arm winds itself on your waist to have you pressed against him.
“I’m gonna take care of your heart too,” you claim.
He lays a kiss on your forehead. “I know you will, sweetheart.”
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suashii · 6 months
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝑅𝐸𝒢𝒰𝐿𝒜𝑅 𝐸𝒩𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒮
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info ⭑ bakugo katsuki x reader ノ 1.6k wc ノ sfw ノ fluff 
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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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Run, Bunny | k. bakugo
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       Werewolf!Katsuki Bakugo x Bunny![FEM]Reader
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CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, autassassinophilia if you squint, pwp, rough sex, mocking, degradation (nothing extreme), established relationship.
COUNT: 1.4k words [5 mins].
READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo masterlist]
A/N:  lmaoo this was originally meant to be posted on easter along with a dabi one but surprise surprise!! it never happened (obviously). backstory though, reader was teasing him n then gets anxious when he finally snaps and catches her lol. didnt write it out but that's the context kekeke. hope you guys enjoy this. 🫶🏽☠️
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His breathing was ragged and his body was huge.
His chest rose and fell as his mouth salivated, teeth and lips soaked with drool and slobber.
You shakingly looked up at the huge wolf, heart thumping furiously between your ribcage. You shook in terror; if it wasn’t a heart attack that was going to take you, it certainly was going to be this big, bad, wolf. 
You couldn’t even move to block yourself. Your jaw was locked shut and your body was frozen save for the tremble that racked your body. He leaned in closer to you, letting you hear the sound of his strong fists snapping the wood underneath his fingertips and palms. You turned your face away from him as he leaned in closer, his body heat hot as he closed in on you.
As much as you dreaded him getting any closer to you, there was a sense of pull inside you that didn’t want him to pull away. But alas he did.
A small whimper managed to escape your lips as he briskly added distance between you and his body, your body relaxing although not calming down. You looked back at him with tearful eyes not sure of his next moves. He backed away with a snarl and stood up tall. With how much he was hunched over most of the time your pre-existing idea of his stature was incredibly unprepared for his actual size. If you were a normal bunny, you would be terrified. Well—you are, but another trait you always had with you was that anything that scared you also excited you in… different other ways. You needed to stop this now before it dragged on.
You open your mouth to maybe try and calm him down, “I didn’t-”
Sniff sniff sniff
You stopped dead in your tracks as he started to sniff you, gobsmacked as he invaded your personal space. The closer he got to you, the more aware you were of the situation and the need to have him grew even more. Even at the back of your mind, you knew it was bad but you couldn’t help it. And you never really tried to hide your urges either. If you could make it out of this without your secret being covered was the ideal situation.
You were lost as he kept sniffing you, his face going to your neck and slowly moving over and lower on your body. You could feel your cheeks start to burn up as he got closer between your legs, stopping at the spot of your crouch. His left eyebrow raised in bewilderment.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” The wolf grunted. “‘You in heat?”
Never have you ever been so embarrassed before. The blood rushing to your cheeks was hot, noticeable or not. Your mouth gaped like a fish as you tried to come up with an excuse to save yourself the humiliation. “I-I-”
“I, I, what? Spit it the fuck out.” The blonde gripped your cheeks in a piercing grip, his sharp nails threatening to cut at your skin. You shut your mouth as he mocked you, closing your eyes as you were ready to give in. He rolled his eyes at your submissive behavior, expecting no better from such a bunny. His eyes trail your body taking in your thin material, fingers playing with the hem of your pants. “I’ll just have to see it for myself."
His fingers gripped your pants and tugged it down, brows shooting up at the revelation of no underwear underneath. His lips tug into a wolfish grin, crimson eyes feasting on the sight before him. He wastes no time cupping your sex, growling at the abundance of slick that covers his fingers. He teasingly rubs up and down your lips to spread them, the tips of his fingers dipping just slightly at your opening to torture you. He mockingly leans forward and grins openly as you move your head to the side, avoiding looking at him as your hips move with his pawing. 
"K-Katsuki, stop fucking around!" You mewl, getting angrier by the second as you attempt to hide your embarrassment, your fingers tugging at him to get closer. 
"Look at this slut, all hot and needy for a wolf she's been messin' with the whole day." He taunts you in your ear and licks a stripe up your neck, his trail leading to your earlobe, and nips at the skin. He roughly sucks on the soft area, grunting in your ear once he slips a careful finger into your tight cunt. He slowly pumps his finger at an agonizingly larghissimo pace. The more he pumps, the wider your legs open and so he slips in another. You groan at how the stretch feels in your cunt, eyes looking up at him with a look that begs for more. His gaze darkens at your provocation, his hands swiftly leaving your needy cunt. "I was going to be nice, but it's clear you don't want that."
He grabs your clothes and effortlessly flips you over into your hands and knees. He delivers a harsh slap to your exposed bum, a soft whimper from the pain coming from you as you try to assume the position that you're most familiar with. He cusses at how desperate you look, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and watching as both of your holes clench. He spreads your cheeks further, fondling your globes as he takes a closer look at your cunny. 
The male is swift in pulling out his cock, not caring about the repercussions anymore. His mushroom tip presses itself against your wet opening, his hand guiding it up and down your lips to gain as much natural lube from you as he can before he slips in. He manages to hold in the pleasurable moan that threatens to escape his lips as he sinks himself fully into you without caring about how you are receiving it. Based on your whimpering cries, you weren't protesting at all.
His hips smack against yours as he finally bottoms out, his cock twitching as your warm walls easily accommodate him. He offers no chance for you to catch up with him as he starts his punishing pace, but your body quickly adapts to him. 
You suck a small hiss between your teeth as you welcome his harsh thrusts, your pussy deeply appreciating the length and width being fucked into you. You know you shouldn't be enjoying it so much but there was no denying how much you loved to fucked like this, by a werewolf nonetheless. As you start to get comfortable with the handling of the blonde behind you, a sharp gasp is ripped out of your throat, a searing pain pricking at the base of two spots that sit at the top of your head. Your back arches as your head is pulled back by the tension of your bunny ears being pulled back behind you in a rough grip, a pained groan urging its way out when he bottoms out inside you to taint your senses.  
"This little bunny wants a whole litter, don't ya?" He leans down next to your ear, grinning as you do nothing but take it. He wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you close, offering no solution for you to have a moment of peace. "The way you're squeezing me tells me all I need to know."
Shamefully, the rough handling you were facing was something that you loved. This was evident through the way that your walls now spasmed as it got ready to milk everything from the ravishing male behind you and how you pushed your hips back against his.
The blonde sensing this reaches down to toy with your cunt, hips ramming into yours to greedily take everything it can. "That's it, I've got you, bunny." 
In a juxtaposition to his soothing words, his actions say something else. He shoves you down to have your face down and ass up, hand now tangled in your tresses. His hand which was once soothingly rubbing at your clit delivers a harsh slap to it, the impact sending you over the edge. You cry out as he fucks you through his orgasm, his seed spilling into you without care about the consequences. 
Semen seeps from your cunt as he empties his balls, fresh tears of pleasure and overstimulation spilling from your eyes. With one last chuckle, he leans down to give your cheek a kiss, his hand patting your hip as he allows you to come down from the intense session. 
"You're such a pervert, Y/N."
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lexxiie · 1 year
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can we have lov trio + overhaul discovering that their s/o had been cheating on them? 🥺
When They Think You Cheated
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Omg, anon, no! I'm so bad at writing break ups, so I'll change the concept a bit to them believing their s/o is cheating, but she's not.
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Featuring: Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul.
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TOMURA SHIGARAKI
Tomura is an insecure man. That is no secret to either of you, however, he understands how his insecurities may harm your relationship, so most of the time he voices them out so that you can both talk about them, and you always end up reassuring him.
Today, though, he cannot, for the life of him, think of a way to talk out the fact that you have a hickey on your neck. What is there to talk about? The truth that he ignored was that you accidentally burnt your neck earlier this morning while doing your hair, it would've never occured to him, especially when he was as angry as he is right now, observing your neck, a thin layer of make up attempting to cover the mark, but failing. Why would you even hide it if there was a reasonable explanation? He knew for a fact that he didn't left that on your neck.
As much as he wanted to yell at you and dispose of all his rage, truth was that he was really hurt, and so everything he managed to do was confront the reality with resignation. "Who did that?" He asked calmly, but you could hear bitterness in his voice. "What?" You asked, not very sure what he meant. He looked at you angrily now, it was very clear. "Who's the guy that you are seeing? Or do you just happen to have a different one every now and then? You know, I always thought of you as a smart girl, but it is very stupid of you to let them leave your neck like that, you could've tried harder to hide it." You finally understood what was going on... Oh god. He tried to sound as if he didn't care, cold and indifferent, but you knew how incredibly hurt he was.
You immediately got up and approached him, reaching for his face, but he moved to avoid your touch. "Tomura, look, it's a burn mark, I did it with my straightener, I swear." He looked at you through narrowed eyes, still not believing you. You rushed to your room and came back with your straightener in hand, turning it on and attempting to place it on your arm, but Tomura immediately stopped you. "Are you crazy?" The man scolded you, and you looked at him desperately. "It is a burn, I swear." You repeated. Now starting to doubt himself, Tomura then reached for your neck, caressing it softly with his thumb, rubbing a bit of the make up off. You were right. Oh no. He truly felt like a fucking asshole. The man sighed before pressing his forhead against yours. "I'm truly sorry, (Y/n). I'm so, so sorry." You were just relieved it all ended. He spent the rest of the evening tending to your wound, scolding you for putting make up on when it was still so fresh and kissing your cheeks in hopes you would forgive him. Never again will he act like that, that's for sure.
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TOUYA TODOROKI | DABI
Touya sits silently on the edge of the bed as he observes the hotel recipt he found under the bed. It dates a week back, when you were supposed to go on a work trip at a completely different city than the one this hotel was at. Now, he can be very confident some days, and very insecure some other days. This is one of the latter days, evidently. In moments like this, thousands of thoughts run through his mind. Why? Is it because of the scars? But you said you didn't care. Did you lie? Of course you did, who would actually choose him over anyone else? He feels stupid, and so heartbroken. He loves you. He really does, and now all of this hurt has turned into uncontrolable anger.
He stands up and walks to the kitchen, where you turn around to smile at him as soon as you hear him coming, only to be greeted by his beautiful blue eyes contorted in pure rage. He must be a very scary adversary to his enemies. "What the fuck is this, (Y/n)?!" He asks while holding the recipt in his hand, speaking those words through gritted teeth, as if his jaw was frozen because of how angry he is.
"Wait, Touya, is not what it looks lik-" The villain slammed his fist on the kitchen island, flames emanating from it. "It's not?! Really, (Y/n)? Do you really think i'm this fucking stupid?” He is now yelling, very loudly. He starts getting closer to you, and you start walking backwards, trembling. He then takes one more step forward and you raise your arms as if you wanted to protect yourself. Now Touya is the one walking backwards. He would never hurt you, but as he took a step back, he realized that it really looked like it. Did you think that he was gonna incinerate you? Did you think he was about to hit you? The look on your eyes was too familiar, he had seen it in his mother's eyes way too many times. He sighed deeply as he burried his face in his hands. It seemed like he wanted to wake up from a nightmare, and then, as seconds went by and he wasn't lifting his head, you realized he might have started to cry, though he would never let you see him.
"That day-" you started speaking after several minutes, "I decided to stay at a different city because I heard about it being quiet and pretty. I thought maybe I could rent an apartment there, so you wouldn't be at risk. There isn't many people, it is indeed quiet, no one would recognize you, so I looked at a few places. There isn't anyone else I'm seeing, just apartments." Touya finally lifted his head from his hands, and you could see the relief in his eyes, but also a lot of guilt. A lot of it. He got closer, kneeling before you, pressing his forehead to your body, his hands clenching the coat that covered the sides of your frame. This was him apologizing. You caressed his hair softly, everything would be okay.
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KAI CHISAKI | OVERHAUL
He trusts you, he really does, but what is he supposed to believe when you tell him that you are going to the grocery store and you lie. He went there to help you in case you had bought too many stuff since it was taking you a while, but you were nowhere to be found. Minutes later, you come home, smelling like men's cologne that clearly wasn't his own.
God, this can't be happening, he thinks to himself. You walk to him, hoping to get a kiss from the yakuza, but instead you are greeted with a cold stare, his lips don't move when you place yours over them. "Where were you?" He asks visibly angry. "At the grocery store." You answered showing him the two bags on your hands. "All of these hours just for that? You really don't want to piss me off, (Y/n). Not more than you already did." Now his tone sounds like a threat, and you get defensive. "What is that supposed to mean?" You ask him. You have always hated whenever he would talk to you like you were one of his men, and he knew that. "Where did you actually go?" Unbelievable. You still didn't quite understand where he was trying to get, but you did know that you didn't like the way he was interrogating you. "Did you go out to meet with someone?" He asked, this time, impatience ruled over his voice. Okay, so he thinks you are cheating. great.
Leting out a heavy sigh, you dropped your bags on the floor and approached the hurting man before you. Much to your surprise, he allowed you to take his face in your hands. "I went out to get you a new cologne, I noticed you ran out of the last one I gave you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but it is in the car, in case you wish to have it now."
God, did he feel like an idiot right now... You could tell that he was beating himself up mentally. The worst part of it was that he felt truly relieved that you hadn't fallen out of love with him yet. Despise him attempting to seem indifferent earlier, he felt like his whole world was crumbling down before him. Kai then took your hands in his, kissing them softly. "I'm truly very sorry, darling." He said sincerly. "It's okay, I should've made up a better excuse anyway." You replied smiling gently. He couldn't help but smile back, still embarrassed with himself. He compensated you treating you to dinner that night. Kai saw himself realizing how strong he felt about you. The sole idea of you leaving made him feel vulnerable and terrified for the very first time in a while. He was going to need to learn how to trust you more if he didn't want to lose you.
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KEIGO TAKAMI | HAWKS
The pro hero had a lot of work all of the time. He would get home late very often, many times closer to sunrise than midnight. Of course, it was only logical for you to be asleep at those hours, which was always the case. Except for last week.
He had gotten home very late, but still earlier than usual, expecting to find his lover on his bed, hoping he could hold on to you for a couple of hours before he had to get to work once again, but you weren't there. Naturally, he freaked out, but just as he was about to go looking for you everywhere, the main door flew open. He hid on the bathroom, in case it was someone else, but all he saw was you getting on the bed and falling asleep almost instantly.
He let that incident go. He gave you the benefit of the doubt, he gave you his trust. This despite the uneasy feeling in his chest, however, today, you weren't on the bed either. Now the doubt felt very real. What on earth could you be doing at 4 am? He waited a couple of minutes, until you finally got home. The hero was trying his very best not to break down when he saw you. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hurt. "That other bed must be really comfortable." He accused, startling you as you obviously weren't expecting to see him yet. "What?" you asked, a bit disoriented. "You heard me." Keigo then stood up from the couch, walking towards you. "How long have you been sneaking out for, huh? Cause this is the second time I witness this already" You realized how this looked immediately. Oops.
"Listen, Keigo, I'm not sleeping with anyone else. In fact, I'm not sleeping at all." The man looked at you confused now, all of the anger he previously showed you slowly disappearing. "I have been having trouble sleeping, so i go out and take walks in hopes i'll get tired, I'm sorry I worried you, yes?" You assured your lover as you took his hands in yours, offering him a tired smile. "But why? You used to sleep well before..." All of his previous worries seemed to be forgotten as soon as he realized how tired you looked, his hands roaming your face, as if they would figure out what had changed. "Yes, that was before you would leave all night, I guess I'm a bit more anxious now." You confessed. He felt very bad for adding to your already bad night with his insecurities. Soon after, though, Keigo managed to change his schedule, making sure to spend every night holding you, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you too. As for that particular night, he prepared you a tea and talked about his day until he made sure you had fallen asleep.
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kikyo-bnha-imagines · 6 months
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SHIGARAKI TOMURA | GAME OVER
summary: shigaraki isn't paying attention to you, so you decide to suck him off while he plays video games.
tags: explicit, fem!reader
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“Tomura, are you still not done yet?” you whine. “I’ve been waiting forever.”  
Shigaraki barely even spares you a glance, too focused on mashing the buttons of his controller and staring at the TV without blinking.  
“Almost,” he says. “I’m trying to finish this level.”  
That’s what he’s been saying for the past hour, and if it’s up to him, he’ll probably be playing those stupid games for the rest of the night.
You press your lips together. Fine, then. If he keeps refusing to pay attention to you, you’re just going to have to make him pay attention.
Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. He’s too immersed in the game, brows furrowed as he masterfully presses buttons and controls his character with ease. This level is pretty damn difficult. He’s been trying to beat it for ages now, and it doesn’t help that it goes on for fucking ever. 
Tonight is the night he’ll beat it, though. He’s already made up his mind.  
Well, that was the plan, anyways.  
“...the hell are you doing?”  
Shigaraki finally notices that you’ve dropped to your knees in front of him. You’re keeping your head low, and he can still see the screen of the TV, but he feels you running your hands over his thighs and slowly inching them towards the waistband of his pants.  
“Nothing,” you reply sweetly. “It’s fine. Keep playing your game.”  
He has every intention of doing that. Still, he can’t help but frown. Are you trying to do what he thinks you are? Do you really think you’ll be able to distract him like that? 
“I’m beating this level,” he states, but already, he can hear his voice wavering a bit.  
Shigaraki redirects his attention to the TV, and he resists the urge to glance down when he feels you start stroking his cock through his pants. You’re gentle at first, only applying a small amount of pressure, but gradually, you start gripping him harder, pumping him through the thick fabric and making blood rush to all the right places.
He’s fully erect now, and you waste no time in letting his cock spring free.  
Shigaraki lets out a silent hiss. You’re still stroking him, except now he can feel your skin in direct contact with his. It feels so good how you’re pumping the shaft of his cock. Fuck. It feels really, really good.
Still, he refuses to lose focus. He said he was going to beat this level, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. This is just an extra challenge, that’s all. If anything, it’ll make his inevitable victory even more impressive.
Shigaraki pauses for a few moments to compose himself. Yeah. He can do this.
But then you take his cock into your mouth.
“Sh-Shit!”
He outright moans this time, and he feels you chuckle softly in response. The vibrations of your throat pulse against his cock, and it amplifies the pleasure tenfold.  
“Wait,” Shigaraki gasps. “Actually... hold on a second. I really need to finish this level first. I need to—” 
You ignore him, just like he ignored you for the better portion of the night. Delighted to finally elicit some kind of reaction out of him, you run your tongue over the drooling slit at the head of his cock, then pucker your lips together and suck in hard. Shigaraki mutters a quiet curse as you then loosen your jaw a bit more, only to plunge headfirst and deepthroat him.
“Oh, fuck.”
He’s still holding onto the controller, just barely. His fingers are pushing the buttons in a sloppy, uncoordinated fashion now, and even though it looks like he’s trying to keep staring at the screen, he can’t help but steal glances at you every so often.
Eventually, the controller falls from his hands, and as you stare up into his deep red eyes, you realize that you finally, finally have his undivided attention.
You moan softly, bobbing your head and sucking him at a steady rhythm. His cock tastes so good. You’re convinced you’ll never be able to get enough of it.  
“That’s good,” Shigaraki breathes, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah—ugh. That’s really, really good...”  
His praise motivates you to try even harder, and you gag as you force yourself to take him all the way in, letting his cock bottom out against the back of your throat. Shigaraki moans again, and you don’t dare to break eye contact, despite the prickly tears that are forming.  
“Take it,” Shigaraki gasps. He’s careful not to use all five of his fingers, then grabs the back of your head and starts guiding your face up and down the length of his cock. You don’t attempt to struggle, even though his pace is difficult to keep up with. You choke and gag, drowning in saliva and tears, but knowing that you’re making him feel good makes you feel good.  
“I love seeing your cute mouth stuffed full with my cock,” Shigaraki says. He licks his lips in delight, a crude grin stretching across his features. “Fuck yeah. You’re so hot. You’re gonna make me cum.”  
He’s pretty much fucking your face at this point, and instead of trying to fight it, you forfeit all control and let him use you as he pleases. Your throat aches and burns from how relentlessly he keeps pounding his cock in, but god, it feels fucking amazing.  
“I’m about to cum,” Shigaraki pants. His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, and a soft little whine even leaves his lips. “Shit, I’m... I’m coming!”  
He busts his load right into your mouth, and you moan in delight, greedily slurping up all the thick ropes of cum. There’s almost too much to contain, but you refuse to let any of it go to waste, so you stay there obediently and choke it all down.  
After a few more moments, Shigaraki’s convulsions stop, and he tucks his cock away, then slumps back onto the couch, utterly spent.
“Thanks for the meal,” you grin.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit, [Name]. You’re such a needy little slut."
“But you love it.”
“...yeah,” he admits, cracking a grin. “I sure do.”
“Are you going to keep playing your game?” you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.  
Shigaraki pretends to ponder it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Nah. I guess I don’t have to beat it tonight. It can wait. More importantly...”  
He shoves you down onto the couch, then grabs you by the thighs and spreads your legs apart. His red eyes are glinting with mischief, arousal, and just the slightest hint of sadism.   
“Right now, I kind of just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”  
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r2katsu · 1 year
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scenario for when they...
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mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff
lean on the doorframe or wall with arms crossed while just quietly observing your every move head to toe as you wash the dishes in their hoodie, whilst doing the cheek thing and smirking all the way
↳ katsuki, dabi, aizawa, hanta, shinsho, kyoka
watches you while sitting behind the kitchen island with their hand intertwined with the other and smiles while their eyes seem to shine at the sight of you, gazing of how lucky they are to be yours
↳ izuku, eijiro, denki, hanta, ochako, tenya
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sugarlywhispers · 1 month
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☆– a.n; here's a lil piece for valentine's day, even tho it was yesterday <3
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Your first kiss with Bakugou was nothing like you expected. You thought, because of his fiery personality, that it was going to be fireworks and heat and passion all over. 
How wrong you were.
Bakugou Katsuki was a massive bundle of nerves, completely clumsy even in his walk–and Jesus, seeing that big mass of muscles trip on his own feet each two or three steps in your walk home from your date, gave you several heart attacks thinking he might kiss the ground at any minute. 
You were not expecting this at all. He was so confident when it came to his job, to his friends, to any situation he was in. Except you. Least to say, it took him for-fucking-ever to ask you out, and when he did, he stumbled upon his words and instead of asking you dinner he asked you, "would you like t'go hungry wit' me?" It took you a minute to understand, he almost backed down due to the embarrassment. Obviously, you grabbed his arm, avoiding him to run away –or better said, explode himself away– and said yes. That night, at the door of your apartment, he tried to kiss you. He bumped his forehead with yours in the rush to get his face closer down to you. He apologized and left.
You remember thinking, that was all. He was not going to speak to you ever again, or at least until his embarrassment backed down a bit, which could be months. It surprised you to see him the next morning entering the little coffee shop you owned with a bucket of roses in his hand, cheeks cutely tinted pink and a funny scowl in his face, lips slightly pout.
You decided then that it was your turn to ask him on a date. Of course, he said yes. But this time, you decided to eat something at your apartment and watch movies. Something easy and comfy. No need to let the pressure of going outside invade him, considering who he is and what it means to be seeing outside on a date with the Number Two Pro Hero. You still didn't know how people hadn't already said something about your first date, when Bakugou took you to a very expensive and recognized restaurant.
After dinner, clearly prepared by him and shared in between cheeky jokes, laughs and innuendos, you were finishing washing the dishes while he dried them. It was that domestic kind of view, him smiling relaxed and amused, his big hero body taking a big portion of space in your small apartment kitchen, his hip resting on the counter, hands busy with his task, the lines at the corner of his eyes showing how happy he actually felt, it was all of him that made you realize…
It’s him.
Bakugou Katsuki is the one.
When he finished, he folded the cloth he was using to dry the last plate and placed it on the counter behind him, before he turned to you, the amusement of the last funny thing you said still printed on his face. “What?”
“I’m going to kiss you, Bakugou Katsuki, so don’t move.” You don’t want a repentance of last time and the bump he left on your forehead thanks to his nervousness.
He visually gulped and you chuckled, but still gave him time to assimilate your words, and your actions, so you moved slowly as if it was a scaredy cat you were dealing with. His breathing was loudly heard with each movement of yours and his hands grabbed the counter strongly like his life depended on that grip. He was serious now, concentrated even in not moving. And that was so cute, that even if he looked that desperate to get close to you, he also wanted to do as you said.
You stepped closer, hand coming to rest just above his heart, and his chest loosened. Katsuki let go of his anchor at the kitchen counter and slipped his hands around your waist immediately and tugged you against him, brushing your noses together. Choosing to dive into whatever ocean you were living as a siren in.
 “If you don’t want to…”
Oh, yeah. You were going to make him say it. Because he was Bakugou freaking Katsuki and you were on fucking cloud nine at the knowledge that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
“If you don't kiss me right now…” he murmured, voice trembling, and you couldn't avoid the smirk that appeared on your face.
“Then what?” You whisper, your other arm surrounding his neck as your fingers interlace with the short hair at the back of his head, and he breathes out loud.
“Then I'll… I’ll have to do it myself.”
You looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling one more time, before your lips finally pressed over his. This time softly, generously and carefully loving.
His arms around your waist tightened just as his heart beated fast and strong under your hand. A clear sign that he was as human as you. And he felt as deep into you as you to him.
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lightseoul · 10 months
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cw. gn!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining lmao (if you look extra closely)
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“You’re late.”
At the sound of the pro-hero’s all-too-familiar gruff voice, you freeze, ass barely touching the chair you were about to sit on.
From where he sits across from you, Bakugou is now scowling.
Great, you think to yourself. Twenty seconds in and you’ve already triggered the beast.
“Sorry,” you say with the most apologetic smile you can muster. “Something urgent came up.”
At that, his scowl deepens, and his eyes seem to search for something as they flicker over your features. You feel yourself getting warm under the intensity of his gaze.
Three years of working under him and it still flusters you—being studied so blatantly by the #2 Pro-Hero, Bakugou Katsuki.
“What possibly could’ve been more urgent than an important meeting with your fucking boss?”
You internally scoff at his tactlessness, though you manage to seem unfazed on the outside. At the very least, the three years of being the HR head of the Dynamight agency have taught you how to deal with a certain someone.
Bakugou’s eye twitches so minutely, probably out of annoyance brought by the feigned innocence written all over your face.
You could lie and let the conversation move forward. But you’re feeling a little reckless, still reeling from that damned phone call you had a few minutes ago.
So you tell him the truth.
“I just got dumped over the phone.”
You expected a disinterested harrumph in response, not a choking fit over the ice-cold water he just downed.
You jump on your feet, circling the table to—supposedly—gently pat his back. Before you do so, though, you hesitate, hand awkwardly frozen mid-air, wondering for a second if touching any part of your boss’s body could put you in HR danger.
Once you gathered practically everyone in the restaurant’s attention and Bakugou has stopped coughing, you hesitantly circle back and sit on your chair.
“Are you okay?” you ask, as he wipes his mouth angrily with his napkin.
“‘m fine,” he croaks, not meeting your gaze for a moment before finally looking you in the eye.
He looks like he has something to say, but his words never come. His mouth merely opens and closes ever so slightly, you could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at it.
Why are you staring?
“Great,” you shoot him a smile, grabbing one of the menus and thumbing through the decidedly sticky pages.
A pause.
“...You could’ve canceled, you know.”
At the sound of his uncharacteristically quiet voice, you look up, surprised.
“What?”
He sighs, probably irritated by your confusion. “You could’ve canceled the meeting,” he explains, “I would’ve understood.”
You can’t help but smile at him, the feeling of gratitude blooming in your chest. At the sight of it, he looks away, solemn.
“A commitment is a commitment,” you reply. “We already blocked off the hour to meet with the restaurant owner, and I don’t want to waste your precious time off patrol.”
“...Even though you just got dumped?”
Your heart throbs painfully at the mention of what just happened to you, but you quickly school your expression into a neutral one.
“Especially because I just got dumped.”
He chuckles. “What, you the type to throw yourself into work when life gets extra shitty?”
You playfully roll your eyes at his jab. “Don’t act like you don’t do that yourself, Bakugou-san.”
“I wasn’t,” he defends, smirking as he leans back against his seat. “Was just curious.”
Before you can even register what he just said, a waiter suddenly appears to your right, startling the both of you.
Bakugou then proceeds to order for himself, and as he does so, you study his face despite yourself, heart weirdly thrumming at the implications of what was just said.
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“Make sure to have the report ready by 5 PM tomorrow,” he says, breaking the silence as you walk towards where he parked his car. “‘m planning to stop by the office to read it before the night shift starts.”
“Got it.”
Before you know it, you’ve already arrived. Despite yourself, your heart sinks at the thought of going home. Whether it’s because you literally just got dumped unceremoniously or because the surprisingly pleasant meeting is coming to an end, you don’t know.
Bakugou turns to face you, a hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with his keys. “You sure you don’t need a ride?”
You nod. “The bus station is just a few blocks away.”
A silence falls upon you.
Again—there’s that serious look on his face as he studies you so intensely, it almost feels like scrutinizing. You’ve always felt vulnerable under Bakugou’s sharp gaze, but today it’s been extra piercing.
Finally accepting that it’s the end of the day and it’s time to go home, you nod again—more cheerfully this time—before you turn to leave.
You’re about a few feet away from him when he calls your name.
“For what it’s worth,” he semi-shouts, “it’s that dumbass’ loss.”
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tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19
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myriadismx · 10 months
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The other day I was watching a small documentary about the Amazons and how they kept their population numbers, and suddenly I had thoughts of Amazon Reader and Gargarean Bakugou.
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Every spring, the all-female warrior Amazon tribe reunite with the all-male warrior Gargarean tribe for two months to reproduce, and they meet again 9 months later to claim their bunch of children of their respective sex.
The current and most fearsome Gargarean tribe leader, Bakugou, hasn't copulated with anyone in three years since the first two times he mated, he didn't knock anyone up, which was a huge blow to his ego and his reputation. However, he still goes with his men to the Amazon land to guide them since he's leader. His virility, his prodigious battle skills and the fact that his mother was a former Amazon queen attracts plenty of Amazons interested in bearing his daughters, but he refuses them even when they aggressively command him to give them his seed or leave the island.
When he storms off to the shore to get some privacy while his men have their merriment, he spots you, the newly crowned Amazon queen training by yourself under the moonlight, indifferent to the procreative activities of your sisters. He becomes fascinated with you, and decides if someone is to be the mother of his son, that'll be the strongest Amazon.
The reasoning behind your reluctance to engage with men stems from the loss of a lover you used to have. He was a kind and curious scholar that was stranded, and you kept hidden, until he was found by the other Amazons and killed on the spot before anyone could find out he was related to you. Ever since, you closed your heart and trained to be the strongest, so you wouldn't lose someone precious ever again.
When Bakugou attempts to seduce you with the offer of strong daughters, you scoff and promise to accept his advances only if he challenges and defeats you and all of your sisters by himself within one week, before you're most receptive to conceive. Most men give up when given this condition but not Bakugou. He smirks, holding you close and whispering in your ear to be prepared for him.
You try to give Bakugou an advantage and avoid looking at him fight, but this annoys him and he encourages you to watch every fight. Over the course of five days, the blonde Gargarean fights every single Amazon in the island with such efficiency that he also has time to woo the young queen. His intelligence, his proficiency in battle and his determination to have you impresses you, and look forward to fight him as well.
You're quite pent up when Bakugou almost completes his feat, and stands before you on his full battle attire. As expected, none of you go easy on the other, and both tribes watch your fight with excitement. To the Amazons, this fight between promised lovers is like a sacred dance to their gods before an important war. To the Gargareans, this show is nothing but the pinnacle of a fierce courtship, showing how much Bakugou respects and adores the woman he has chosen for himself.
Finally, after a scuffle that lasts a day and part of the night, both sides hold their breaths when their leaders pull off their final attacks on each other...
Then, you collapse because of a precise and swift strike followed by another that makes you fall to your knees before the man that points his spear at your throat, declaring him the winner.
Your injury incurs the rage of your sisters, but you stop them as Bakugou has won fair and square. Bakugou himself takes you back to your shelter and nurses your wounds. You expect him to bed you right away, but he actually decides to wait until you're up to it even if it takes another year, or many more. This one concession as well as his genuine care for your wellbeing warm your heart once again and you seduce him in turn.
It's the first time you've felt this loved, so intensely hot that you could die in a blink, and Bakugou shares your sentiment with the same passion. He relishes in the sound of your moans, encouraging him to brand you as his. During those moments, you forget your roles as rulers and are just a man and a woman loving each other.
Both of you know you're meant to part eventually, but from the moment he enters you, there's no way anyone else can replace the other in your hearts. You fear losing Bakugou and with him, your mind. But the promise of a daughter borne from that liaison is your only consolation. A son wouldn't be loved any less, but would leave you behind as well.
He returns to his own turf with satisfaction in his face, pride in his chest and scratches on his back. You stay behind with bites on your skin, a longing heart, and the fruit of your love in your belly.
By the end of the year, the Gargareans return to pick up the male children they've sired. Bakugou doesn't show it, but he's eager to see you and hopefully find you're still carrying. He was unable to sleep for many nights, a primal excitement running through his veins at the thought of you, swollen with his child. He contemplates taking you back with him and run off to start a tribe of your own without stupid rules that'll keep you apart.
Some of his men happily welcome their newborn sons for the first time, like Kaminari, or for the umpteenth time, like Kirishima. While others are frustrated when there's no babe or lover to greet them, becoming nothing but an afterthought. When Katsuki doesn't spot you, he fears what he felt when he made love to you was one-sided as well.
A soft coo behind him catches his attention. There you are, proudly holding in arms two babies with blonde hair like his: a girl, who is peacefully asleep, and a boy, who is still sucking from your breast. He softly strokes their little heads, and picks you up in arms to kiss you. He laughs at the realization that this is it. There's no turning back: he's willing to fight all the Amazons again to take you and your children back home with him.
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naddiesflower · 11 months
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Flirting with them as a hero
Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Mr. Compress
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Shigaraki
You wouldn’t see each other often when you’d go out on patrols
But oh boy, when you did
Poor shigaraki bro
To a person who didn’t know either of you, it would like you are the one harassing shigaraki
“Can’t you go do hero stuff somewhere else?”
“I could, but i wouldn’t be able to see you.”
Scratches his neck more often in your presence because, “they make me feel nasty inside”
SHIGARAKI DISCOVERS AFFECTION FOR THE FIRST TIME NOT CLICKBAIT
It’s obvious you can’t see what he looks like under the hand he wears
And Shigaraki has curiously inquired a couple of times why you’re so flirty if you don’t know what he even looks like
Like clock work you always answer:
“Well i think you probably look cute under that hand.”
And cue Shigaraki trying to escape from you claiming that
“You’re weird and annoying.”
You’re one of the few heroes who come across Shigaraki so often
Its because he finds you so interesting and he semi-memorized your patrol schedule to bump into you more often 
HE HAS YOUR ENTIRE SCHEDULE MEMORIZED DON’T BELIEVE HIM HE’S A STALKER
Anyways, during one of your guys fight you somehow manage to knock the hand off his face and-
Oh wow
And he has a mole right by his mouth?? 
Omg how does he look good with a bloody nose
You recover from your short trance
“Looks like i was right about you being cute.”
You’re so glad you were able to knock off that bothersome hand off his face or else you would have never seen his reddening cheeks
You reach for a part on your hero suit and rip off a piece of fabric
You reach towards his face, Shigaraki surprisingly doesnt pull away from you, and wipe at his bleeding nose
Shigaraki only stares at you starstruck during this
After you deem your work satisfactory you toss the fabric to the floor and stand up and walk away 
You call out to Shigaraki
“That was a cute look on your face back there.”
Shigaraki just watches you walk away and out of the abandoned warehouse you guys were fighting in
Eventually he also walks away but not before picking up the discarded piece of your hero outfit, making sure he kept his pinky far away from the fabric
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Dabi
Likes you cuz you’re not the cookie cutter type of hero and you’re actually fun
“A hot guy with a fire quirk, i don’t think it’s mere coincidence.”
You catch him off guard so hard 
He thought you would be an uptight kind of hero
The last thing he ever expected from you was to flirt with him
“You seem fun.”
And you did end up being fun
From then on the both of you would bump into each other more frequently
Dabi concluded that the more buildings he burned down, the more you would show up 🤭
“Why is it that your always on my tail?”
“Well maybe it’s because i want to see your face more often…also because you keep committing arson.”
Another thought that came to you is that fire really did suit Dabi
You would never admit out loud, but he did make chaos look like such a beautiful thing
“Hey what do you say, when i finally send you to the cellar how about we have a jailhouse date?”
“It’s a shame you’re a hero or else i would take you up on your offer”
Over time you’ve come to notice his disdain for heroes
Yeah villains normally hate heroes, but something was different about his hatred
But even with your position as a hero, Dabi was fond of you despite objecting this himself
“Join us, i’m sure we could offer you more than those crappy hero agencies.”
You pause and Dabi thinks for a second you might really consider his offer
But you murmur something he barely catches
“Maybe at an earlier point of my life i would have.”
You don't give him a chance to ponder on your statement before you’re charging to fight him
Something about that last encounter shifted something in yalls situationship
This was very evident when you had bumped into him in the most unexpected way
You were off duty and was walking down an abandoned alley way (because that’s totally normal)
But the sound of pained groans catch your attention and you snap quickly into hero mode, looking for what you assumed to be an injured samaritan
the injured part you guessed correctly
the Samaritan part not so much 
you stare at the bloodied form of Dabi huddled next to a garbage bin
Dabi finally takes notice of your presence and he immediately starts trying to burn you
"HEY! look im not going to hurt you!"
you bring your hands up in a surrender motion
Dabi only stops when he's aware that you're out of your hero uniform 
but he's still wary as he sneers at you
"You here to take advantage of me? finally put me behind bars like you wanted?"
"Shut up and let me help you asshole"
Dabi has no choice in the matter as you're already tending to his wounds
and quite frankly he's too tired to fight you
he stares at you and he can't help but think how much more attractive you looked up close 
and how stupid you were
You could have taken advantage of him in his weak time
But you’re here helping him
a villain
“Your kindness will be your downfall you know?”
“It is my job you know.”
when you're done you stand up with a huff and look like you want to say something but settle with
"go to a real doctor and get that thoroughly checked out."
Dabi watches you walk away and thinks
In another time maybe the both of you could have been partners in crime
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Chisaki
Absolutely despises you at first
He’s never seen a hero like you before (derogatory)
The first time you both met was during an undercover mission you were assigned to
Acting as a villain trying to work under Kai
You lead him down the alley way
“Sorry we had to meet in this dingy place, i’ve heard how much you despise dirty places.”
He’s almost impressed that you’d consider his ick
Almost, so the most he offers you is an acknowledging grunt
“It’s not the worst i’ve seen.”
And it truly isn’t
Just when he thinks people can’t any nastier they just somehow do
“Alright so what do you say about my proposition?”
Kai feigns thinking
He already knew who you were
And he thought you an idiot for trying to take him on your own
“I think you’re foolish.”
You hear your hero name being called through the earpiece you have
“You need to retreat right now!”
Thankfully your reflexes are fast or else you’d be reduced to nothing
You look up to where you were once standing and catch Kai’s eyes
They catch you off guard so hard you can barely hear the yelling in your ear piece
You just blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind
“Kai you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”
“Another word and i’ll make you disappear”
“Not even when it’s singing your praises?”
“Sing them in the afterlife.”
Kai was never able to disintegrate you
And you got away mostly unscathed
You also got a serious tongue lashing from your company, but it’s whatever 🙄
His eyes still on your mind when you go to sleep that night
Kai’s mind is also plagued by that night 
He can’t stop thinking how idiotic you were
But his mind keeps replaying the compliment you said
He’s not great at feelings, but even he could feel the sincerity that oozed from your voice
He doesn't have to imagine about you often though
Because somehow you’re always able to sneak your way inside the hideout
He theorizes it has something to do with your quirk, since it was never explicitly stated to the public what it was
Which leads to a kind of back and forth between you guys
You usually sneak in to gather intel
But you mostly do it because you like to mess with Kai
You’ll never forget the time you had managed to get into his office
Which you weren’t aware of at the time until he walked, wide eyed upon seeing you
He’s not surprised to see you, only disappointed
Mostly in his men for letting you get past them
“What are you doing in my office?”
“Oh wow, no bird mask-? Wait, this is your office?”
You say as you spin around in his chair, you had just entered into the first room that you came across
A sly smile crosses your face
“I guess you could say it’s fate that we cross each other like this huh?”
At this point he’s used to your sugary words, but he can’t help the way his cheeks heat up, thankful for the mask he’s wearing right now
He doesn’t know why, but he feels like entertaining your shenanigans 
He walks over to his swivel chair and he can see the way you look at him
With apprehension, but mostly curiosity
He grabs the back of the chair, spins you to face him, and places both of his hands on the arms of the chair
Kai leans in, getting close to your face and manages the most sultry voice he can manage
“Fate? Or is it because you like me so much?”
He notices your expression start to change
And he’s so sure you’re going to be a flustered mess
What he doesn’t expect you do to is to hit him on the chest, effectively pushing him back, and start laughing
“What’s so funny?”
“Hahaha! No nothing- what you did was just cute.”
Honestly what he did made your heart race
And the way he looked at you omg-
Your laughing was out of nervousness, but he didn’t need to know that
Kai glares at you and huff, “get out of my office.”
Finally calming down, you stand up from the chair
“Yeah yeah, i need to get going anyways.”
You walk up to Kai and pull down his black face mask
Kai’s eyes widen and he flinches back the slightest
This causes you you smile a little bit and you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek
“I knew you would be handsome under that mask.”
With that you walk away from him and out the door all nonchalant
Kai stares at your form the entire way
He would have liked to meet you under different circumstances, but he knows that could never happen
And it never did
He’s apprehended not too long later and you knew it would eventually happen
But that still doesn’t stop the ache in your heart when you find out
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Compress
Will flirt back
“Oh you’re fun, you probably wear that mask to keep people from falling in love with you right?”
He immediately matches your energy
“Then should I take it off so you can do just that my dear?”
Compress usually has fun fighting against heroes, but not as much as he does with you
You’re like a breath of fresh air compared to the usually serious heroes he comes across
He looks forward to bumping in to you 
Him flirting back with you was an absolute surprise
It’s not that you flirt with every villain you fight, you had just assumed he would be some being filled to the brim with anger and rage
And you wanted to provoke him
Well he wasn’t one bit provoked and for once you had fun fighting
You both see each other a handful of times afterwards
But one of the meetings had stuck by your mind among the rest
You bump into compress during patrol
But this time he's not alone
He’s with a young blonde girl
You would have immediately thought the worst and jumped into fighting him if you hadn’t already been aware of the kid’s description in the League of Villains files
You can’t help but feel sad about her situation, society failing her and making her turn to unethical means to survive
You’d be sympathazing with her in your mind had she not interrupted your thoughts
And what she says catches you severely off guard
“Is that the hero you have a crush on compress? They’re so cute!”
Not once did her ever say he had a crush on you (though that doesn’t mean it wasn’t true)
He just mentioned your encounters off handedly to the group and it somehow led to Himiko gushing over one of your fansites whilst smacking his arms and saying, “look, look!”
Compress is half expecting you to be disgusted
“Is that so?” You look over to Compress and and raise an eyebrow
“Have you already fallen for me so quickly, though I can’t really blame you.”
You playfully flutter your eyelashes at him
“It would be hard not to fall for you my dear”
Himiko is squealing about how cute the entire thing is and Compress just can’t help but laugh
You begin to walk in their direction and pat Compresses’ shoulder
“Don’t make me work extra tonight.”
They weren’t doing anything yet, so you’d let them be
Before you walk away, Compress pulls a rose from one of his sleeves and hands it to you
You take it from him with a smile and walk away from the pair
Eventually you notice he’s gone for a while 
You would understand if he was making himself scarce from other heroes, but it’s like he straight up disappears
IT’S BECAUSE MANS IS MISSING A LIMB
And you’re secretly kind of sad about it
But he was a villain and him disappearing should have never surprised you
But one day you spot him, funnily enough where you both met each other
You thought you might have been hallucinating because you had come to accept that he kicked the bucket
The first thing you notice is his left robotic arm
Concern flashes across your face, that surely had to have been the reason for his absence
Villains also had their own enemies, so you’re 100% it wasn’t some freak accident and someone did this to him 
You want to ask him if he’s okay, joke about it but the only thing that comes out of you is
“Who was it?
He looks at you questioningly, you’re usually so playful with him, but he likes seeing this new side of you
“Worrying over a villain my dear? I must say that’s not a very wise thing to do.”
That’s right, as much as you wanted to worry about him, your job wouldn’t allow that freedom
“I was only wondering who got to the mighty Mr. Compress before I could.”
Compress huffs out a laugh and walks towards you until he’s right in front of you
He takes of his mask
Your breath hitches, not expecting him to ever do such a thing
And then he removes the black fabric from his face
You’re too busy admiring how handsome he is to even notice him reaching for your hand and grabbing it
“Please,” he raises your hand and places a kiss to the back of it. 
“Call me Sako.”
You repeat his name, making sure to look into his eyes the entire time
You knew nothing could bloom between you two, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep playing this dangerous game
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coffeerecords · 11 months
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CATCH ME (IF YOU CAN) | bakugou katsuki.
➾ you have a knack of slipping through his fingers
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wordcount: 3k+ | genre: fluff, angst-ish, smut, hurt/comfort, e2l au, pro hero!katsuki, vigilante!reader | pairing: bakugou x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: blood, swearings, male masturbation | others: katsuki can’t catch a break, you annoy bakugou for fun, pining, he thinks A LOT about mc and well he has dirty thoughts 🤭, she/her pronouns used for reader.
AUTHOR’S NOTE. the spitfire’s bday fic is finally up !! hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did writing it. and as usual, lmk what you think of this 🥺💖
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Silent is the last word that anyone would use to describe Dynamight. So, it’s unsettling to see the said hero entering his agency’s door without a word and straight to his office after a patrol. His coworkers murmur and whisper among themselves, questioning his sidekicks about what has happened. It isn’t even five minutes later that he steps out of his office and announces he’s heading home. And Katsuki never leaves home before midnight due to the paperwork and reports he needs to do.
Earlier, he was greeted by a group of robbers lying on the ground, all beaten up, near a bank. With a click of his tongue, he barked orders at his sidekicks to handle the unconscious men before breaking into a run. Katsuki launched into the cold night, sharp eyes scanning through the area to find any clue about the perpetrator.
A glint in the shadows caught his attention—Katsuki flew towards it so fast with the burning desire to capture them and make the saboteur pay. Landing on the ground, he chased after the running figure. Eventually, he was led to an abandoned building.
“So, we meet again.”
He snapped his head upwards, finding the looming figure leaning on the balcony’s rail. You gaze down at him through your domino mask, lips curling into a coy smile.
He let out a sigh, his breath fogging up into the air. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you gotta stop this bullshit or else I’ll—”
“Arrest me?” You cut him off. “I’d like to see you try first, handsome.”
“Don’t test me.” Katsuki gritted his teeth in annoyance. “This is the last warning I’m giving ya. Next time, I will arrest you for interfering in hero’s work.” Your giggle irritated Katsuki that he nearly missed you jumping off the balcony. “O-Oi, what are you—!” He instinctively opened his arms, catching your falling figure. “Are you crazy?! You could’ve gotten hurt—”
You kissed his cheek, soft body pressed against him. “Thanks, Dynamight!” While he was off-guard from your sudden affection, you jumped off his hold and disappeared into the night. He was left dumbfounded.
But he’d be damned if he indulged in thoughts of you any longer than a minute. You are a vigilante. He used to consider you a villain too.
The first time he met you was almost two years ago. He clearly remembered that night as if it had happened just yesterday. He was chasing after an escaping art thief when he found the thief lying unconscious before a hooded figure. It was your eyes. Perhaps, after saving civilians for years, Katsuki has never met someone so unfazed. Despite wearing a surgical mask over your face, it doesn’t hide the stone-cold stare you cast at the unmoving thief.
“Oi! Unauthorised usage of quirks is a violation!” Katsuki barked, stepping closer to you. “Hands in the air right now before—”
He never saw it coming as you ran past him, turning into a corner and disappearing amongst the crowded street. Annoyed, Katsuki begrudgingly let go of the masked figure to deal with the unconscious thief. And afterwards, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. He almost forgot about his encounter with you until he encountered a villain harassing a civilian.
Katsuki arrived at an empty park, ready to tackle the figure standing before the trembling civilian.
A terrifying cackle rang through the empty air. At first, Katsuki didn’t realise it was you. The demeanour was different compared to his first encounter with you, after all. “What? Now you can’t say shit? Maybe I should rip your balls off—”
So, he stepped into the scene, “Oi, Villain, you’re under—” You swung around to face the hero, face covered by your hood and turtleneck collar. Katsuki froze momentarily when the street light reflected on your eyes. That familiar cold gaze met his eyes. Instead of that dead look you had, it now has something manic. “It’s you….”
“Excuse me?” You responded to the hero. “Wait… You’re Dynamight!”
“You do know threatening a civilian is a violation to the law. You’re under arrest for breaking them.”
You let out a mocking laugh before manoeuvring yourself behind the trembling civilian. You grasped his throat, nails digging into his skin as you murmured into the civilian’s ear, “Well, Dynamight seems to not know of the whole story. It’s a shame to have such a handsome hero be fooled by the likes of you.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The man pleaded, struggling in your hold.
You laughed. “Why don’t you start from your stupid decision to follow me without consent from two streets away?”
“I did no such thing!”
“Huh…” You squeezed his throat, cutting off the man’s air supply. “I recalled you approaching me when we reached this empty park. And I clearly told you to stay away.”
Katsuki quietly watched the scene unfold with a blank look on his face. What the hell is happening? Is this true?
The man coughed helplessly as he struggled in your hold. “I-I did not! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Dynamight please—urrrk!”
“Tch,” you kicked the man’s knees to have him kneel. Then your gaze settled on the hero in front of you. “So, what do you think, Mr. Dynamight? Do you believe this scumbag as fellow men? Or are you willing to believe the words of an unknown woman?”
Katsuki couldn’t say this, but he swore you were out for blood if he disregarded your words. Judging from the situation when he encountered you, it seemed like you were the villain. But that unflinching stare you have… Well, Katsuki was an expert in detecting lies, after all. “Do you have proof that this man committed such things?”
A surprised look crossed your visage as you dug in your pocket to fish out your phone. “I have it all recorded here.”
Katsuki nodded, hand beckoning. “Hand that over to me and I’ll deal with this scumbag.”
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You aren’t gonna delete this and arrest me afterwards?”
“What kind of hero do you think I am?”
“I’m sending this to your agency’s email and keeping the original file for safekeeping.”
Katsuki turned, baffled at your words. “You don’t trust me?”
“it’s not you I don’t trust, Dynamight. It’s society itself. Many are more willing to believe the words of a powerful man rather than an unknown woman like myself.”
When the news of that businessman’s arrest spread, people chewed it all up. Katsuki earned so many more titles and one of them being Bachelor of the Year. Which should be good considering the rise of his fame, according to his PR. But not him, no, definitely not. The amount of fan mail sent to his agency floods in, and Katsuki has no idea what to do with this attention on him…
“I shouldn’t have let her go….” He grumbled, regretting letting that woman go twice for using her quirk unauthorised.
“Mr. Dynamight! There’s something—!”
“For fuck’s sake, if it’s one more complaint from the those old geezers—”
“No! It’s that vigilante!” his secretary cut him off. “Didn’t you order me to do a background check on her?”
Katsuki stood abruptly and reached for the files; he found a mere envelope instead of your complete profile. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
His secretary shakes his head. “It’s the first clue we ever got!”
Dear Mr Dynamight (or Number One Husband Material?),
Heard you’ve been looking all over for me. I’d say I’d like to see you try, but that would only incur your wrath. So, you don’t need to waste much energy searching for me. As a thank you for keeping your word, I’ll indulge you soon enough. 
Until we meet again.
And indeed, you kept your word. 
“Whoa! Looking good today, Dynamight~.”
However, his once burning curiosity had turned into exasperation. He always found you lazily standing beside an unconscious figure (the villain he was supposed to be taking care of), flashing him a coy smile and throwing him a flirty line before disappearing into the shadows.
“Hey, did you know you’re one of the hottest pro heroes to ever lived?” Katsuki momentarily froze for a sec. “After Shoto and Deku—”
He launched himself towards you with anger in his eyes. “Don’t talk about—”
You easily evaded his advances even when caught so close to him. “But you’re always the hottest to me, Dynamight.” He could smell your familiar alluring scent before you disappeared into the shadows.
“Damn it!” He growled, and yet your words still rang through his head afterwards. 
Once, he even had to give you a chase under the pretence of violating the law. And a few more times afterwards. But alas, he had failed… again, and again, and again…
“Was it your intention to tear off your shirt after finishing your mission yesterday?” You caught him off-guard at your sudden appearance beside him.
He jumped away, putting distance between you. “Hah?! That shirt was all burnt! I—”
With your hands on your back, your body leaned forward as you giggled. “Not that I’m complaining. I appreciate the view and I believe all your fans do too.”
“O-Oi.” Blood rose to his cheeks as he nearly stumbled on his footing. “T-That’s—!”
You grinned at him. “See you again, Dynamight~.”
He has never been this exasperated with anyone before. You remind him of a raging hurricane that brings everything into chaos (especially his life). And it’s not like it’s entirely unwelcome…. In all honesty, he’d be lying if he never fantasised about what you both could be if you met under different circumstances—
What is it like to hold your hand?
You’d lace your fingers together or maybe play with his fingers and mention how thick it is. He’d raise a brow at you, and you’d giggle, plastering a teasing smile on your face. Oh, he’d hook his finger under your chin to make you look at him.
What is it like going out on a date with you? 
Katsuki can only guess that you’ve never been treated to a date you genuinely deserve. But he’ll take you anywhere you want. From walking around an empty park to a high-class restaurant—anywhere. As long as he’d be able to witness that once rare sighting of your tranquil state as you admire the falling cherry blossoms back then during spring.
What is it like having you in his arms for as long as he’d like?
You’d be clinging onto him first. Then he’d wrap his muscular arms around you, pulling you close to him to enjoy a quiet time together. But he can already predict that you won’t stay still since you’re a lil tease. Your palms on his waist would start feeling him up. “Wow...” You’d whistle in amusement. “You’re very packed, Kats.” He’d scoff as if he was annoyed, but in truth, you admiring his physique would boost his ego to no end.
When he arrives back at his place, he is still silent like a volcano waiting to erupt any time soon. Throwing himself under the showers, Katsuki slams his hand against the wall in frustration. Water soaks through his blond hair and runs down his sculpted back. Minutes passed, and he didn’t even reach for the soap, just standing there—lost inside his imagination. 
He swears he can still smell your lingering scent as if you’re in the showers with him. Your lips are so soft and warm against his cold cheek... He wonders—
What is it like to claim your lips on his? 
You’d sigh against him, or maybe whimper, or any noise that would sound so heavenly to his ears. He’d definitely indulge you more—holding your waist as he pushes further, swallowing up your moans till you both run out of breath.
What is it like to ravish you?
Your seductive gaze and alluring smile would draw him closer than he could ever fathom. The ghost of your touch lingers on his skin; he had it all memorised so quickly from those three seconds of him holding you in his arms.
As the water ran down your body, he’d litter kisses across your jaw and neck, finding your sensitive spot before biting down a tad harder to leave his mark. Katsuki won’t stop there; he’d go lower, leaving more purple flowers across your softness till he reached your heat. 
He’d be on his knees, hoisting your leg over his shoulder before he switches between sucking and licking your entrance. You’d weave your fingers through his hair, grinding your hips in tandem against his tongue. And when you finally reached your high, he’d have your legs around him. 
Somehow, Katsuki could see you’d stop him, reminding him of the water bill. He’d snort at that, not giving a single shit as he went back to ravish you, thrusting himself inside you till you scream out his name, water bill forgotten...
The moment Katsuki’s eyes snap open, he explodes, his hard length spurting out his seed onto the bathroom floor as his fist works himself to his high. Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s far too deep in his mind just because of you. Fucking hell. His whole body heaves heavily as he grabs for his body wash and cleans himself up.
Katsuki rubs his face while sighing in defeat as he lays back on his bed. With his eyes closed, he eventually falls asleep with you still running in his mind. When the morning comes, he wakes up feeling like absolute shit as he’s again all riled up by you. 
He is ready to gear up and throw himself into work again when Katsuki remembers that today is his day off. 
Just his fucking luck. 
Grunting, he readies himself to go to the gym and busy himself for the day—just anything to keep you out of his mind. He must arrest and identify you the next time he sees you. Katsuki swears it’s gonna be the last time you’re playing with his head and—
Ding!
There’s a notification on his phone from his secretary that he finds your trail.
Katsuki doesn’t know if this is a coincidence or if he’s setting himself up for another ploy of yours…
‘Analyse it and report back.’ He types into his phone and heads to the gym.
Like hell would he change his plans! You can’t make him do that. No matter how much he wants to catch you—
Shaking his head, Katsuki groans in annoyance.
It’ll take a lot more from himself to keep you out of his head…
By the time it is nearing the evening, Katsuki is unable to focus on his workouts as his secretary updates him on your possible goal and appearance patterns. And to put it simply—
You exist to annoy the hell out of him.
Katsuki’s anger level rises at the conclusion as he grits his teeth.
“No, sir! You can’t blow anything up!” His secretary kindly reminds him through the speaker of his phone. “Don’t blow anything up or I’ll put it on your tab—”
His anger deflates again.
“We will apprehend the villain—!”
“Vigilante,” Katsuki corrects him, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder.
“U-Uh, yes! Vigilante��and in the meantime we can think of this as a positive growth for you, sir!”
That stops Katsuki in his tracks. “Hah?!”
“Don’t you see how eager you are to be out on patrol now?” His secretary blabber excitedly. “You used to fuss over this—only wanting to go out for ‘actual’ missions—!”
“Oi… Say another word and I’ll shut you up for good.”
“Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, you have a mission coming up. Just got an update from headquarters. A serial killer is on the run and—“
Katsuki ends the call as he rushes to his agency. Already changed into his gear, he flies to the mission site with his sidekicks trailing behind him. Katsuki’s competitive nature ignites—the desire to be the best at some point has long blurred with his eagerness to see you (but he’d rather listen to Deku’s continuous ranting than admit to that).
I’ll catch you and that killer soon.
When he arrives at the scene, readying himself to face whatever shit you might pull on him, his playful smirk abruptly disappears as he takes in the sight. A frightening chill runs down his spine. 
Blood. 
So much blood splattered through the floor that Katsuki had to stop himself from shouting for you. He scans around to identify whatever clue he can find of your well-being. There’s a little hope in him that, perhaps, you didn’t sabotage his mission tonight. It has occasionally happened, after all. Or perhaps, maybe there’s the corpse of the wanted serial killer instead of—
A slight movement behind the garbage dumpster caught his eye.
“Who’s there?!” Katsuki finds a man slumped against the wall. However, the man suddenly thrusts a knife towards the hero’s chest. Katsuki dodges easily as rage burns inside his chest. He grabs the criminal by the throat and lifts him up. “Was there someone with you earlier?” His voice comes out eerily calm.
The struggling man hisses, clawing at Katsuki’s arm helplessly, “You mean the bitch?! Should’ve cut her up completely and—”
The man chokes out blood as Katsuki slams him against the ground. “Where is she?”
“I-I don’t know! One second I had stabbed her and the next second she disappeared after stabbing me back! You should arrest her too! Why should I be the only one—hhgh!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki knocks the wanted man out. “Be fucking grateful I don’t blow your brains out right here.”
The police arrive five minutes later, and Katsuki can barely focus on the interrogation.
Where are you? How bad is your injury? Were you able to escape safely?
He rakes for all the citizen databases in hopes that he can identify you when he returns to his agency. But it’s like finding a needle in a haystack to do so. He has no choice but to hope to see you on his next mission.
Unfortunately, you don’t show up on his next mission. No surprise appearance, no callouts, nothing. Not the next, or the next and the next mission. 
Months pass quickly, and Katsuki keeps searching, but it is proven futile again.
How are you? What are you up to? Are you…still alive?
Those questions frequently revolved in his head. And his resolve dwindles with each passing mission as he never finds your traces on his missions anymore.
Until a year later.
“You’re not getting away from me this time!” He snarls, turning into a corner of an alleyway as he chases the running figure. His gaze turns predatory as the figure fruitlessly attempts to climb up the broken ladder on the wall. When the figure’s footing slips, Katsuki usually shoots his explosive quirk without hesitation, rendering his opponent unconscious. But now— 
The figure slips, and instead of aiming his palm at them, Katsuki instinctively opens his arms. And the figure lands right in them.
“Caught ya.”
He can’t help but gloat. Excitement pours through him to see you again, not that he would admit it.
You struggle against his hold, but he keeps a firm grip on you. And well… Judging from how his muscles strained to keep you from escaping, you, well, no one could escape his strong grip.
Sighing, you wind an arm at the back of his neck. “So… You did.”
“Someone’s out of practice,” he states bluntly. Katsuki stares at your hidden face for a moment or two. You seem sure he will rip your mask off anytime soon and— “How’s your injury?”
You blink, speechless, before looking away. “It’s fine.”
“This is why you leave it to the pros to handle serial killers. There’s a system for a reason.”
“A discriminating system,” you mumble, looking away from him.
When his instincts tell him you won’t escape from him anymore, he lets you down and flicks your forehead.
“Ow!” You yelp, clutching your forehead. “What’s that for?! You’re not supposed to hurt civilians!”
“But you’re not. You’re a vigilante on my wanted list.”
“Excuse me?” You stumble, and he closes in, pinning you against the wall. 
“Plus, it’s not discriminating since you’ll undergo lots of training and learn procedures to be a hero. It’s dangerous to just let someone do whatever they want, you know.” Your eye twitches in annoyance at his endless nagging. You’re about to cut him off when he continues, “Although, I do agree that the criteria to be a hero is discriminating.”
Silence.
His voice grows softer. “But I can tell, you’re capable. Do you want to be a hero?”
“Not anymore.” You sigh, pushing him away. “I realised how much of a hassle it’ll be.”
Katsuki steps back and crosses his arms. “Then why do you keep interfering with my missions?”
Hidden behind your mask, a mysterious smile curls up your lips. “Well… You’re fun to tease.” 
Then you’re about to escape when a strong hold on your wrist pulls you back and straight into his arms. In a second or two, his big hand cuffs your wrists together behind you while an arm wraps around your waist. 
“You’re not getting away that easily anymore. I’ve anticipated everything,” Katsuki’s voice drops into a seductive whisper.
But you were never the one to yield.
Without a word, you arch your back, clearly catching him off guard as he can feel your ass right on his—
Katsuki fails to realise his hold loosens as you escape and pin him to the wall instead. But your next words shocked him.
“This is goodbye.”
His vermillion gaze widened in surprise. “What?”
“I’m not continuing this vigilante work anymore,” you chuckle. “No matter how fun it is to rile you up.”
“You—” Can’t. The word is stuck in his throat as he struggles to process his emotions. 
Tilting your head slightly, you stare at him straight in the eye inquisitively. 
“Huh… So you do like it when I mess with your missions….” A delighted laugh escapes your lips. “I must say I’m flattered. Why don’t you ask me out while you’re at it?”
“Can I?”
You’re caught off guard at his answer momentarily before your gaze softens unbelievably, and a smile appears on your lips. “Then… The next time we meet, ask me out. I won’t be wearing my mask when I approach you.”
Katsuki didn’t get the chance to respond when you placed a kiss on his cheek and disappeared. 
Touching his cheek you kissed, he smiles. 
You might as well be his already since there’s no way he could ever forget your enchanting eyes anyway. 
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୨♡୧ UNDER THE FESTIVAL LIGHTS — bakugo katsuki x f!reader. 1.6 wc. sfw. fluff. royalty au. knight!bakugo and princess!reader. inspired by the floating lights scene in tangled.
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the air beyond the castle walls feels lighter, less stifling, as you inhale it through your nose. it isn't often that you find yourself in town and away from the restrictions put on you by your parents—and alone, at that. maybe the fact that you were given strict instructions to not leave the castle today is what makes it so liberating.
pulling the hood of your cloak over your face, you start down the main road. the path is bustling with people—small children chasing after one another, young girls twirling to show off their festival attire, and more vendors lined up than you can count. you imagine that every other stand is selling lanterns in addition to their regular inventory.
your eyes wander between each of them in search of a booth that has one in your favorite color but before you can get a good look at any, something is blocking your way. something tall, metal, and pointed at the tip—it's a spear. you sigh at the sight. without even looking at the hand attached to the body that wields it, you're positive you know who it is.
"i have to give it to you," a deep, familiar voice starts. the spear is lifted from the ground and replaced by a person, that being the knight assigned to you—katsuki. "you made it pretty far this time, princess."
"why are you here?" you ask, exasperation lacing your voice as your eyes shift to see if the man's presence is earning you any stares. the entire point of your cloak was to remain hidden, to not look like the princess of the kingdom. having a highly regarded knight speak to you so casually seems like it would be enough to blow your cover.
"i should be the one asking you that," he retorts. his carnelian eyes bore down into you with a hard stare. you stopped finding it intimidating a long time ago. "i thought your parents made it clear that you weren't to attend."
you cross your arms and groan. of course you were aware of your parents' wishes, they had spent nearly the whole day reminding you that you did not have their permission to leave the castle to go to the annual festival of lights. you met their demands with grumbled words of understanding that you had no intention of sticking to.
sneaking out had been risky but you were sure that by the time you made it past the gates, you would have enough time to see the lanterns before someone was sent to retrieve you. it seemed as though your absence was noticed far sooner than you anticipated, if bakugo's presence was any evidence.
"come on, then. i'm taking you back." katsuki's fingers close around your arm as he begins, presumably, to where he left his horse.
"wait!" you plead with him in a hushed tone, careful to not draw any unwanted attention. begging isn't very becoming of you, but since you put in so much effort to get here, and because it's him, you meet bakugo's eye with a stare that you're sure is brimming with desperation. "please let me stay a while. you of all people know that it's been my dream to be a part of this."
for a split second, katsuki's resolve wavers. for a moment, he doesn't see the princess; he sees the girl he grew up with, the one who he considered a friend before royalty. he quickly clears the thought from his head, remembering that he was sent here with specific commands—ones that didn't involve personal feelings. "i was ordered to find you and take you home."
"can't you just tell a little white lie and say that it took you a while?" bakugo clicks his tongue at your continued attempt to persuade him. you pay his subtle show of annoyance little mind when speaking your next words. "it's almost dark. they'll be letting them go any minute now. i swear we won't be here long."
he's getting ready to repeat himself when he catches sight of the expression painted on your face. it's not the grin you wear when you're poking fun at him or the frown you sport when he does the same. it's one that toes the line between hopeful and dejected. a sparkle of optimism glimmers in your glassy eyes but the smile pulling at your lips looks as though you've already accepted defeat. katsuki kicks himself for being at your mercy. he hopes he won't regret this. "ten minutes. if they don't start in ten minutes, we're leaving."
you gasp and nod your head enthusiastically. "deal!"
the joy that lights up your eyes is brighter than any lantern, katsuki thinks. maybe it's selfish and a little unprofessional, but he's glad he didn't deprive himself of the image before him. it's rare to see you express such delight these days.
"i have to go buy a lantern." you take a step back and gesture to the endless stalls set up alongside the road. "you stay here."
the skin between bakugo's eyebrows creases with a frown. "absolutely not."
"people will recognize me if you're tailing after me," you try to tell him but you know how seriously katsuki takes his duties as your guard. it's a miracle he isn't dragging you back to the castle. you know now that he's found you, he isn't willing to let you out of his sight.
you figure that since he is going against direct orders by allowing you to stay, you can meet him in the middle.
"fine, you can come with me." you point an accusing finger at his armored chest. "just keep your distance and try not to make it obvious, please."
he breathes out a laugh at your demand. "as you wish, your highness."
despite bakugo's interruption, the buzzing atmosphere of the town persists. the crowds are thick and navigating them as you go from booth to booth is a new experience. you're used to people clearing the way for you. as strange as it may sound, bumping shoulders with the masses is oddly exhilarating. it makes you feel as though you aren't some untouchable, fragile being. for the first time in a long time, you don't feel like the princess; you just feel like yourself.
katsuki can see it in the way you easily converse with the vendors and offer kind smiles to the children who accidentally knock into you. the practiced poise you've been carrying yourself with since adolescence is slipping. he's sure it'll be back by the time the two of you return to the castle, so katsuki decides to enjoy the glimpse of this you and your unbridled excitement while he can.
you think there are around five minutes left on your clock by the time you've acquired a lantern and begin to look for a somewhat secluded spot to light it and let it go. a patch of grass near the water catches your eye and you point it out to bakugo before starting toward the site.
your dress bunches as you sit on your calves and you're sure that the damp earth with leave stains on the fabric but it's the least of your concerns. you pat the space next to you in a silent gesture for the knight to sit. he does, although, he sits in the opposite direction with his back to the water so that he's facing the town.
you fumble with the pack of matches you bought in addition to your lantern in an effort to get one of the wooden sticks out quickly. when you're finally able to pluck one out from the rest, you strike it on the side of the box, the red tip turning dark as the flame erupts. as you bring the fire to the wick of the candle housed within the lantern, you ask your companion, "does it look like they're starting?"
bakugo's eyes flit up to the darkened sky in search of any lights. he's about to tell you no when the first one appears, slowly and lazily drifting through the air. another follows and then two before he loses count of the glowing lights. "they are."
you're tempted to turn around so that you can see them while you wave out the flame but before you can, your gaze stops at the water. a reflection of the lanterns in the sky glistens on the soft blue waves. you couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips even if you tried.
over his shoulder, katsuki watches you take in the sight reflected on the water. he notices that you haven't let your lantern go yet.
"aren't you going to let yours go?" he asks.
you look down to your hands as though you had forgotten about it—and with the view ahead of you, part of you had. the lantern is light in the palms, so much so that you have to hold it down to be sure it doesn't sail away before you're ready. you take a moment to give it one last look before you tentatively release your grasp on it.
the wind picks up the lantern and carries it through the brisk evening air. you follow the path it takes as it soars through the sky, joining others like it on their journey to who knows where. the image is one you've only ever seen from the balcony of your bedroom. it's different being so close to the beauty and having contributed to it yourself.
you turn to look at katsuki over your shoulder. his vermilion gaze is already locked on you. another smile, a real, genuine one, stretches across your lips. you hadn't planned on it, but you're glad that you were able to spend this moment with bakugo. "isn't it so pretty?"
katsuki hums in agreement, although, he wonders if you know that he means you.
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