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yummyboyzpost · 1 year

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♥!Boss Bakugo x FemReader!♥

-- 𝔽ᒪ𝓤𝔽𝔽/ 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 👊 / ꋊꄲ ꇙM꒤꓄ 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 :0 --

You've worked For Bakugo for about 7 months now becoming somewhat close with him, but he defiantly doesn't hold back on the yelling nor does he give you special treatment but....its Bakugo lol. But what happens when a certain green haired boy comes along. Ohhh nooo who could that be Muhshaahha. You are also Quirkless Oh yes and when I put >(*) Those little star things its just Y/n Talking to herself :) lmao

♥ *part one*♥

(Your pov)

*Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring*

"Oh god, shut up!" I yell at my phone that doesn't seem to stop ringing. It's my one day off who the hell is calling me. I grab my phone seeing the caller id

-𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳🤬💥-

"ahh shit," I answer the phone "GODDAMN IT Y/N!" I pull the phone away from my ear knowing I'm probably gonna be def tomorrow "I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST FUCKING HOUR!" He said heaving breathing on the other side of the phone. ((Oh right for got to mention your his assistant, Gooooddd luckkk babes!!)) "Sorry sir, I was sleeping. I ju-" before I could get anything else out he cut me off "You what?" he said in a unsettling calm voice "I just woke up?" I said confused "My office now!" He said with a stern voice. "Oh uh sir, It's my day off." I said laughing not noticing he had hung up

*That bastard, I'm gonna kill him*

As I was walking into Bakugo's building, I bumped into a tall, buff ass man goddaayuumm. I looked up and I had never seen him before and yet he looked so familiar. God he was Hot as shit, *NO! y/n get your shit together, no time for gocking if I don't get to Bakugo in 5 Minutes I'm as good as dead*

"Sorry." I said grabbing my papers and I was about to get off the floor when I was floating, what the actual fuck? "A cute girl doesn't belong on the floor." he said smiling with the most adorable smile ever! omg my heart I think it might explode. what a lovely death that would me I say taking a step back but regaining my footing *No! Y/n snap out of it! You need to get to Bakugo's office!*

"Ah Thank you for your help uhhm?" I questioned hoping he would answer. but why dose he look so- OH GOD! ITS DEKU. I freeze in shock "Midoriya, you?" I was just standing there like an idiot *Come on Y/n! All you gotta do is say your name.* "De- DEKU!" I scream making everyone look at me *YOU DUMB WHORE!* shit... "I-I mean um, I'm L/n! sorry I just um." I don't know what to say... He laughed "It's okay L/n don't worry abt it, I-" He was about to say something but i saw my coffee all over his I'm guessing very expensive shirt. "OH MY GODS! I'm so sorry, I spilt my Coffee on your shirt! I don't really have money to give you. ummm Here," I said reaching into my pocket. "Thats my card, If you need anything call okay? I'll be there I promise! I gotta go or i might get my head blown off. It was really nice to meet you Deku!" I said running to the stairs.

(Deku's Pov)

Wow she was cute, I wondered If she had a Boyfriend. She gave me her card for what? In all honesty I didn't know what for, its just coffee, yea it might stain but i can just get a different shirt. It's not the end of the world. She made me smile on how clumsy she was, I might just call her.

(Y/n Pov)

I knock on Bakugo's doors hearing him groan knowing that was his was of telling me to come in *SHIT I'm dead* I walk in seeing his back turned to me, "You asked to see me?" I asked walking to his desk. "Where were you?" he said in a calm voice which surprised me. "Oh, today was my off day sir. I thought that meant it was yours too." I said sitting in the chair Infront of his desk. He turned around "You have no off days Y/n" he said eyeing me up and down, I didn't really dress to work today. In all honesty I thought we would just ask me to get him lunch. And yes he calls me by my first name, idk why It doesn't bother me. He's never called me L/n since I started working here.

"You look horrible." he said standing up walking over to me. "Excuse me? You know I could've just not came in. And good luck with firing me, cuz you know damn well no one besides me could handle your explosive attitude Katsuki!" I said standing up and about to walk out but he was already Infront of me. He looked angry "Sit." He said with firy eyes. *Shit y/n what were you thinking, you need this job. You can't just quit like that.

He's defiantly gonna fire you now you DUMB BITCH* I was waiting for him to say not to come back but he didn't say anything. Not gonna lie I was scared, he's never been this quite. "Bakugo, I'm sorry I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I said sitting back down in my seat. "Deku, huh?" he said eyeing down on me. "Um what?" I said confused. "Oh you mean earlier? I bumped into him on my way up here and spilt my coffee all over him, So I offered to help him with something in return." I said smiling and grabbing the status report out of all the papers I had on my lap. "Also here," I said handing it to him "I finished it early, Although you're not gonna like it." I said standing up again.

"Didn't I tell you to sit," he said placing the paper on his desk, and making me sit back down by placing both of his hands on either side of the chair. his face was so close I could feel his breath on my nose. his eyes... why is he looking at me like that. My cheeks turn red and my shoulder tense up. "Bakugo w-what are you d-doing?" I said with wide eyes, He didn't say anything he just stared at me. he leaned to my left ear "You won't talk to that damn fucking nerd ever again you hear me?" he said breathing hard *Oh My GoD Katsuki if you don't back up right now I'm gonna... Please back up!!!* "Okay." is all I said why wasn't he backing up? I said okay! then I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder and I heard some mumbling. "Bakugo, I can't hear you you're gonna have to move you head" I said as he shook his head.

He moved his head off my shoulder, "It wasn't important, he said backing off me and back over to his chair. I can't help but to think that he was lying. "You can go home." he said going back to work on his computer. I wanted to say something but, I think it's best if I didn't. I walk out with out but before I close the door I look back to say something but his eyes are already on mine. His eyes widen, "There's no need to be jealous Bakugo, you know yours." I say smiling His cheeks turn the slightest color of pink *cute* I walk out of his office and turn to go to my desk *Welp I'm already here might as well get some work done.*

<<Later that day, everyone has gone home except you and Bakugo, that's usually how it is anyways>>

"I thought I told you to go home." A deep voice said, I knew who it was "And I am," I said grabbing my jacket. "I had a lot of emails to look at and since I was already here I just decided to stay." I said smiling and walking over to him. "You don't drive correct?" he said looking at me "Nope, I sure don't" I laugh walking past him. He grabbed my arm I turned around and he was looking away to him the fact that he was blushing but I could tell *He's too cute! Ugh if only he liked me I'd make this man wish he could kiss me all day HAHAHAH* "It's late, let me give you a ride home Y/n," he said letting go of my wrist

*Why is he acting like this, he's never once asked to take me home. well except that one time I fell down the stairs... yea were not gonna talk abt it.* "Um it's okay! the bus runs late on Friday's. I'll be fine." I said smiling. "I wasn't asking." *UGH Bakugo and his demands... not going to lie its sexy as hell but it also mean I cant say no.*

The ride home was quite, he asked me a few questions abt Deku but that was all. When we got to my apartment, he got out and walked me up to my door. "Goodnight Y/n, I'll see you tomorrow." he said looking down at me with those sexy red eyes. "Goodnight Bakugo." I said about to walk into my house when he grabbed the door nob I turned around *AHHH he's way TOOOO CLOSE MY POOR HEART, IS he trying to kill me?* I turned my head to the left and tried to get ahold of my heart.

"Please don't call me that anymore, just call me Katsuki like you did earlier." he said as he leaned down I turned my head back forward and all of a sudden I felt a warmth on my lips, his lips were on mine?!?!?! His eyes widened and so did mine. He backed up and cover his mouth "I- I didn't mean to-" he was talking but I cut him off "No, N-no, it was my F-fault I shouldn't have-" I cut myself off and covered my mouth. "I- Um, Goodnight Bak- Uh I mean Ka-Katsuki!" I said as I turned around and ran inside my apartment.

*Oh god* I slid down my door and onto the floor. *I JUST KISSED KATSUKI BAKUGO!! I THINK IM GONNA PASS THE FUCK OUT.* my heart was racing and I couldn't catch my breath. What have I done?

algf;iuapfiuabg[uabgd OMG haha you guys kissed what a Silly SILLY Y/N ahahahhaha I'll probably post the second part sometime this weekend. Tell me what you think abt it!!!

I am Jumping with joy!!! this was the post i thought i lost forever lmaoooo it was in my dafts im so mf-ing happy haufgpiafpa

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aakeysmash · 2 months

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Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.

You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.

Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.

Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.

And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.

Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.

#this is literally boss!bakugo from my barista au #just wait until they finally get together amd theyll be like this #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou smut #bakugo fluff #soft bakugou #drabbles

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enbyenvy666 · 14 days

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i just can't

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k

“I told you, I can’t cum.”

It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.

“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”

It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed.

Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.

Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.

His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs.

It was time to make up for all those years.

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)

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ms0milk · 1 year

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when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #?#that feels psychotic

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shutit-haha · 6 months

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Icarus

Yet another Bakugou x Reader from PR

You were a busy little thing, always buzzing around his office with those tiny wings on your back. He had never seen a kind of bird like you. Well he had just in a nature documentary on tropical birds. You were a humming bird, oh and you definitely hummed, and buzzed, and sang, and shouted, and chirped. You made all the noises really, unfortunately for him. Truthfully you were a quiet little thing at first. Which as pleasant as it was- did weird him out a little bit. you would just sit there silently while working and he had no idea as to what animal you were. Just that you're pretty little wings always sparkled in the light.

Imagine his surprise when the first thing he learns about you comes from a nature documentary he puts on late one night. He couldn't seem to fall asleep and rather then to miss the plot in an action packed film or *cough* rom-com, he put on something educational. And would you believe it? There were your wings flashing at him in the dark. Heavy half-lidded eyes saw the twinkling star and squinted. It was like the universe was speaking to him that night. (Though he had no clue.) He was a sailor lost at sea and the glimmer of your wings were that of a lighthouse calling him home.

He treated you with much more respect now these days. I mean only one bird can fly backwards and it's a humming bird. And go figure your wings flapped in such a pretty figure eight. "I need your help with a presentation." He grunted at you when you placed his coffee down on his desk.

"No problem Sir," you smiled. Today you wore an emerald dress, red lipstick, black heels. He watched you walk away. His eyes started at the top of your head taking in your pretty hair, and then next your pretty wings, he took in your shape and then- oddly enough your shoes. He scowled, you'd look better with red bottoms. He'd have to buy you red bottoms to go with those pretty lips.

When you entered the room this time, you wore a jacket and now carried your morning drink. The amount of sugar in there was ungodly, however the documentary explained humming birds required LOTS of sugar. "We're doing a power point on some statistics. Need you to make it all nice and pretty for the people."

"¿Necesitas las matemáticas también?" Your head instantly shot up, nearly ramming into his. Round eyes the sizes of saucers stared at him with this kind of... fear? "I'm sorry, sometimes I forget I'm not at home. Would you like the math for this too?"

"Si es demasiado no te preocupes."

You're jaw dropped at his reply. His Spanish was most definitely Spaniard, it's what all those language apps use. He on the other hand was so curious as to why you're pronunciation was different from his. It was nothing crazy, more so slight. Like the S's or R's. Where were you from? How long ago did you see your family? Is this why you're quirk was so odd to him? Did it say on your resume that you were trilingual? Did he read your resume? Who reads those?

"Sir," you chirped. You were back at his office door again, knocking on the door frame as a sign of entering. He looked up from his filing work and grunted at you. "Forgive me but I have another question." You creeped into the room slowly, heels silent though he wasn't sure how. He noticed how you stood near the seat across from his desk, but never plopped your rear into the cushion. You went on and on, while he nodded or shook his head, but you never sat down. He watched you exit again, stopping you just before you could leave.

"Just sit down," he barked. "tired of watching you flutter around it's making me sick." No it wasn't. He just felt bad watching you go through that door every five minutes. And those damn wings kept catching in the sunlight coming in through his large windows. They shimmered and sparkled all the way until you left, in which case his office would return to normal again. You had a week to work on this presentation, a week until the gala. This was day one and already he was questioning.

Those round eyes blinked at him from where you stood in the doorway. You hugged your open laptop close to you, it was only a couple years old but still he looked at it with disdain. You needed something newer, something strong and powerful, something reliable you can trust. "I said sit down dammit!" In his head he was already brainstorming some computers.

"Yes sir," you scurried over to the leather seat.

Bakugou's phone rang not fifteen minutes later. "You can stay here." He stood up from his seat, hulking form momentarily blocking out the sun. His spine popped and his neck cracked, large arms reaching for the ceiling. From where you sat he looked like some deity born from sun. A droplet of liquid gold had fell from the very sun itself, and when it cooled it made him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you watch him. "Stay," he repeated to you again, pointing this time. His office was secluded and had a door that locked. You had a desk that was out in the open and single bottom drawer that you need a key to open. He needed to get you an office.

"Will you be back?" You didn't like staying in other people's spaces when they weren't present.

"Villain attack," he shrugged. "Not sure how long it'll take."

"Right," you nodded absentmindedly to yourself. "Ok," more nodding. Were you stuck? He watched you, giving you a good once over before deciding this was just you. And he was off, rushing out of his office to go do what needed to be done.

"What cha lookin' at?" Kaminari tossed his arm over Bakugou's shoulders.

"None of your damn business," he growled out, pulling away.

"Aw hey come on man, doesn't look like anything secretive." Kirishima chimed from where he stood buck naked and drying his hair. The locker room reeked, however regardless of the smell here he was. He wanted to be at least half-decent when seeing you again. Didn't want smell to make you shrink away, or all the heat radiating off him to intimidate you. He was then dawned by an Awful thought. What if upon touching you he burned all those beautiful feathers.

"Looking for a computer dammit," he growled. His blonde spikes were weighed down by all that water in them and laid right over his eyes as a result. Though he swiped at them every so often gravity would just pull them right back down. He needed to add some type of heat resistance thingy to his list of things. Did they even sell what he wanted? Could he find someone to make it?

"Your computer's not that old." That was Kaminari again whom was currently charging his phone.

"'S not for me."

"OoOoOoh who's it for?"

"An employee stay out of my business dammit!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared a look, "ok," they responded.

#x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #interracial couple #puerto rican #boss x employee #boss x reader #Random animal facts honsetly #pro hero au #Puertorican reader #spanglish #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #slow burn #hybrid reader #bird hybrid

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rorywritessmut · 7 months

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You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #mha smut #mha bakugō #mha #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #x Reader #bakugou x y/n #boss Bakugou #dynamight #pro hero’s #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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toastyghostcriticalblog · 3 months

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Besides stolas having the most ugliest outfit (like seriously why is this man wearing a onesie) his character is just so damn annoying like he constantly whines about how blitzo doesn’t love him back because you FORCE him into a sex deal he acts like he’s a wonderful father but forgets about Octavia existence when his plaything around like your daughter ran away and your ass is all like “oh my goodness Octavia is missing and I can’t find her!” MF YOU HAVE THE POWERS TO FIND BLITZO IN THE DORKS EPISODE BUT YOU CANT FIND YOUR DAUGHTER!?!?

#god it’s like bakugo from mha but worse #anti stolas #anti stolitz #anti helluva boss #helluva boss critical

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luxaria-nocturne · 7 months

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I am absolutely ready to see Bakugo blow up a toddler for the greater good. I feel like this is truly his final form.

#it's not like it hasn’t been pointed out #again and again #that he will commit violence against women and children #especially if the situation calls for it #meet your true final boss AFO #no 'but he looks like a kid' bullshit #bakugo is ruthless #bnha bakugou #bnha #mha #mha bakugou #mha thoughts #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers

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theloveinc · 1 year

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Lmaooo bdhdkdjdkf your daughter inviting her boy/girlfriend over for dinner on a night when Bakugo is supposed to be working late… except instead, he gets home early

#Bakugo #LMAO not that I’m a fan of controlling dads but Bakugo thinking he’s gonna have a relaxing night and suddenly having to stare #another kid in the face and do the whole who are u song and dance right then #and they’re scared too bc … what is this big honking man doing here who is not speaking #to be honest I was thinking abt that one scene in zootopia with the shrew #and the dad mob boss being like ‘on the day of my daughters wedding’#LMFAOOO #sorry #maybe I’ll reblob this with more idk #shii posts

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katebria97 · 4 months

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Things I will be writing,I will take requests

-Hazbin hotel/helluva boss:(Blitz,Loona,Moxxie,Millie,Alastor,Angel,Charlie,Lucifer,Adam)

-Attack On Titan:(Eren,Levi)

-My Hero Academia:(Izuku,Bakugou,Kirishima,Denki,Shinsou,Shoto,Dabi,Amajiki,Hawks,)

-Honkai Star Rail:(Dr.Ratio,Sampo,Caelus,Dan Heng,Gepard,Welt,Jing Yuan,Blade,)

-Genshin Impact:(Wriothesley,Childe,Xiao,Diluc,Alhaitham,Neuvillette,Kaveh,Kazuha,Itto,Zhongli,Thoma)

-Jujutsu Kaisen:(Toji,Megumi,Gojo,Sukuna,Nanami,Maki,Naoya,Yuji,Yuuta,Inumaki)

-Fairytail:(Natsu,Gray,Romeo,Mest,Yuri,Ezra,Max,Loke,Jellal)

-Seven Deadly Sins(Ban,Melidao,Xanxus)

-Obey Me:(Lucifer,Satan,Mammon,Asmodeus,Belphagor,Leviathan,Beelzebub,)

-Bungou Stray Dogs:(Osamu,Rampo,Junchiro)

-Haikyuu:(Tsukishima,Sugawara,Kuroo,Daichi,Yamaguchi,Kageyama,Osamu,Atsumu,Suna,Kita,Sakusa,Terushima,Tendou,Semi,Bokuto,Akaashi,Oikawa,Iwaizumi)

-Hypnosis Mic:(Doppo,Ichiro,Jyushi,Hifumi,Saburo,Rosho)

-Nijisanji EN:(Vox,Ike,Doppio,Hex,Luca,Shu,Ren,Sonny,Vanta)

(i'll do NSFW and sfw posts)

#fem reader #x reader #dazai osamu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #bakugo x reader #satan x reader #ban x reader #levi x reader #sampo x reader #wriothesley x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #helluva boss x reader

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nevermore-the-kitsune · 1 year

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Todoroki: Bakugo I need your help

Bakugo: What now icyhot?

Todoroki: I broke Deku's miscolered Silver Age All Might Figure.

Bakugo: The one with chop action!!

Deadroki: *holds up a tiny plastic arm*

Very Deadroki: Yea

Bakugo: ....

Bakugo: What do you want ME to do about it?

Deadroki: Can't you like, get him in a good mood or something?

Bakugo: My dick is goooood. But it's not that good.

Izuku: Todoroki!!

Bakugo: I'd run but we both know he'll catch you.

#my hero academia #helluva boss #bakugo #bakudeku #bakugou x deku #izuku mydoria #izuku midoriya #todoroki shoto

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quiveringdeer · 4 months

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not the best photo but got some more of the kiribaku haul I ordered, today!!! These are by @soursoppi who's a PHENOMENAL artist and sweetest person!

I thought my order got lost in the mail but literally the holidays just slowed things down more than I could've imagined 😬

But so excited to have these prints and the sticker, the lil stickers were a lovely surprise!!

#nat talks #kiribaku #eijirou kirishima #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #mha #also the way i showed these to my boss at work cause i was so excited #and then in hindsight was like this probably seems incredible weird cause she's not a fandom girlie 😅#but she smiled and was happy that i was happy so that was nice

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crunchietoast · 2 years

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Knock Before You Enter

~☆ Katsuki Bakugo- Knock before you enter! ☆~

💥 TIMESKIP AU, Boss Bakugo x Assistant reader. YN is working for the man himself, Bakugo Katsuki, as his assistant for his hero agency and has done for a few years now. There’s one small problem.

💥 idk if this is fluff..

💥WC: 463

"Sir i just need you to check-" You opened the door to his office only to be revealed to a very shirtless Katsuki putting on his suit shirt.

"FUC-!" he exclaimed as you slammed the door with wide eyes. You walked away back to your desk Infront of his door and sunk into your chair embarrassed as fuck. What had you done. Good going this time YN, you should get a box out ready because your ass is getting fired quicker then Deku breaks his arms.

As Katsuki's assistant, you work closely with the man and know that he has a short temper and very angry attitude. He was a private man and nobody, either lasted long enough to get to know him or was to scared of the guy. But it was well know that he had 2 good friends since Highschool from a different agency in the building, but even around them, he was grumpy.

You weren't particularly scared of him since you had spent a lot of time with him. Late nights in his office getting forms signed and takeaway at the desk together, much to his complaints, that 'he did not need you to buy his food'. But you could tell he appreciated it nonetheless.

You two had gotten decently close and had some sort of friendship you'd hope by now. I mean he didn't yell at you as loud as he did others. just an angry grit of his teeth. Over time your stupid. fucking. ass. gained had a HUGE immature and unprofessional crush on the Pro Hero. But what can you say, the mans really a softy.

"Y/N, my office now! please" he glared at you but calmed down after realizing there were other people around. You slowly walked to his office scared what he could say. Maybe this would be the first time in a long time he got extremally angry with you. Unlike other times with small warnings or teasing with evil yet joking smirks.

But this may have been a different story.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" You said as you closed the door behind you and sat down slowly, your breathing increasing.

'He looked so good when he was mad- NO WHAT AM I AM THINKING! I'M GOING TO GET MY ASS KICKED I NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO SOMETHING OTHER THAN HIS BICEPS!!'

"How dumb are you?!" he fumed.

"I'm so sorry Mr Bakugo, I really didn't mean to..." You submitted.

"Don't call me that. Have you ever heard about knocking?!" The man continued, mumbling the first part.

"I'm sorry Mr Bakugo, i forgot you went out for a miss-"

"Ugh, you know I don't like it when you call me that." he rolled his eyes. A sign came from the man's mouth. "I understand it was an accident..." he hesitated before taking a subtle deep breath. "Please knock next time" he pinched the ridge of his nose. "Get ou-I mean, you may leave now...thank you YN."

"wha- uh thank you Katsuki" You nodded and walked out the door, 'The hell?! What in gods name was that. Where did the please no no sorry, manners in general come from?!'

LATER AT LUNCH BREAK

"Dude, if you're trying to get her interested in you, it's a good idea NOT to scream at her..." Kirishima said to his colleague at the coffee machine. "Maybe. I don't know. Go easy on her..." he continued with an antagonizing grin.

"Shut up, I did go easy on her. I even said please '' Bakugo replied leaning against the bench in the office kitchen, slightly pissed at his best friend.

"What did she do anyway?" Denki joined in, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee.

"She walked in on him naked~" Kirishima cooed, jabbing Bakugou with his elbow.

"I was not naked!! It was only my shirt, I came back from a patrol and had to change!" Bakugo said defensively although he had nothing to hide.

"Right, so you WERNT doing a strip tease, Kaccha-" Denki was hit over the head with a mug.

I really like how Boss!Bakugo Turned out so expect more from that. Maybe even the origin of his first name 👀👀

-Crunchie Toast 🍞

#katsuki bakugo #bakugo x yn #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #my hero academia #x reader #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugou #bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #x yn #boss #BOSS BAKUGO crunchie Toast

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emjiroki · 1 month

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Help I'm loving reader so much in my Mafia boss Katsuki story

#So far its been really fun #she puts him in his place and he loves her endlessly #this one is gonna be so hard not to spoil with sneakpeeks #mafia boss katsuki bakugo #em talks 👄#em writes ✍

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shutit-haha · 5 months

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Icarus pt.2

"Excuse me sir," you knocked on his doorframe per usual. "Disculpame," you smiled at him bashfully. You did this odd thing with your knees in which they bent a little. Bakugou glanced up at you from where he sat reading an article on a slim tablet. His large hand seemed out of place from where it balanced the skinny thing. He grunted at you, quirking a single blonde brow.

"I'm sorry," you entered into his space. "I just wanted you to double check my calculations on this presentation before I started on the visuals." You had made it half way across his office space wings sparkling in the sunlight like always. Unfortunately for him today you opted for more casual wear, pants with a lovely top. You wore it well however he preferred the skirts and dresses.

You scuttled over leaning over the corner of his desk just a little so you could pass him your laptop. He sighed, placing his tablet down on his desk. Your head tilted slightly so you could read the upside down characters. It was a split screen, one tab containing a file on the temperatures his quirk could reach while the other was on the feathers of birds. He seemed to be trying to find a specific one as there were multiple types drawn out in front of him.

"You did all the math yourself?" Again with that brow of his eyeing you suspiciously. Your choice of shoes today were an interesting choice, some familiar brand he knew of but could not name. It gave him an odd feeling of displacement. His eyes scanned over your jewelry and again there was that feeling of displacement. This time, however it was your shirt.

"Yes sir." You gave him a nod, "took out some scratch paper and worked out the formulas."

"None of the extras out there can double check this for you?"

"No names come immediately to mind." You shook your head, eyes moving around his spacious office. It was large, with windows that lined the left wall and fell to the floor. The whole space was minimalist and very...neutral. It felt empty and in no way homey.

"Whole fuckin' office is filled with dumbasses." He muttered to himself, sighing and punching the bridge of his nose. Upon hearing himself his eyes widened, "you didn't hear that." His voice was low and husky as if exhausted, he handed you back your laptop. "HR 'll kill me if they hear about this."

"It's no stress sir really." You smile at him, pulling the laptop close to you. "Am I good to go on visuals?"

"Yea." He had already picked back up his tablet to continue his research. "Bring me the resumes of all the employees here. I want the up to date ones too." He glanced up at you before returning his attention back to his reading. "Gonna start hiring people with some more fuckin' brains."

You nodded, understanding that this meant some people were going to have to be fired. With a quick turn on your heels you were moving back across his office. "You know," you stopped halfway. "If you're to be reading like that you should probably invest in blue light glasses."

He grunted, giving you a curt nod despite not bothering to make eye contact. You pursed your lips, taking in a deep breath before finally exiting.

Your desk was stationed right outside his office. Where the door was always closed but never locked. Sometimes red riot would stop by, always waving with a bright smile. Deku would pass, mumbling words of affirmation to himself as a way to work up confidence. whenever Chargebolt joins Red Riot he always leaves some kind of treat at your desk. The first time it was lollipops, the next some pastel pens he stole from some other heroes office. He was however banned when the last time he visited he left a bottle of Hennessey on your desk. You liked your job, it was pleasant.

The phone rang to your right. You took a sip of your sugar water before answering. "Hello?" Some sort of dog-man was on the line, a police chief who just made a bust. "Yes of course," you weren't entirely sure how this related to Dynamite. "I'll let him know right now." The line drops and you're up on your feet again.

"I'm really sorry Sir."

He huffs when you knock on his doorframe for the second time today. Ruby eyes glare up at you, it's only been about a half hour since you've left. Again you were bending at the knees a smiling nervously.

"A police station called something about drugs-"

"Shit!" He jumped up to his feet nearly dropping his tablet before catching it. "How long ago was the call?" He pulled on his mask grabbing some war paint on his desk and smearing it on his eyelids.

"About a minute ago sir," you watched him stumble around. He was bulky, and looked like a bit of an idiot with the way he rushed. But for every fumble he followed it through with a smooth catch, he'd trip over his own feet only to twirl around and be stable. It was like watching a well trained dancer, all these purposeful falls, these near misses meant to keep you interested.

Bakugou nodded, yanking on his gauntlets and then storming out of his door. He was halfway down the hall when he stopped to glare at you over his muscular shoulder. "The hell are you doing, hah? Get back to work!"

You sneered quickly catching your face and fixing its expression. You pursed your lips, shut his door behind you and scurried off to your desk. There really wasn't anything for you to do. Just add a bunch of colors to a presentation, Bakugou was supposed to have done. With a sigh, you took another sip of your drink and opened the database on your monitor. Page by page, checking all resumes were up to date before printing them. Should Dynamite ever comeback the papers would be waiting for him on his desk. Along with a pair of blue light glasses you were currently picking out.

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Sparks in the Worplace Chapter Two

Jun feels a little insecure about her place in the Hero world and The Talented Other confirm it for her. Let’s just say, Bakugou isn’t putting up with it.

Today is the day of the interview and I am hungover as hell. Whoever I was dancing with last night needed to go to the back of my mind. The mystery Romeo would never come back into your life anyways, it was a one off deal.

“What are you thinking about, nerd?” Bakugou pulled you from your thoughts, a smirk on his face. My face burned and I turned away from him,my hands fidgeting.

“Nothing,” I growled out.

“How was your date last night?” I eye Bakugou. He was never this friendly with me, asking about things. I turned my gaze to Midoriya who seemed to find something very interesting on the floor.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Someone didn’t get laid.” He throws his head back and laughs.

“Kaachan!” Midoriya is suddenly very engaged with our conversation. “Be nice to her.”

“Thank you, Midoriya” I reached over in the car to touch his hand. He stammers a bit and blushes ferociously.

“N-n-no problem, Jun.”

“Oi! Since when are the two of you on a first name basis?” Bakugou snaps and pulls on my shoulder, pulling me away from the childhood friend.

“It’s none of your business, Bakugou.” I sneer at him. His eyes go wide at my actions and he takes the hand off my shoulder. I can feel a swell of pride blooming in my chest.

It takes a while to get to the studio for the interview. I spend most of my time in hair and makeup with Midoriya’s PR Rep, Nishihara Midori. It’s kind of ironic, I think to myself, that Midoriya got a rep with a similar name as him. I look over at her and admire her beauty for a second. She has jet black hair, dark skin, and bright purple eyes. She is quirkless but a spitfire all the same. Her full lips make me feel a little envious and her curvy body is enough to capture any man’s attention. I have caught Bakugou admiring her fit body a few times, not that I cared at all.

“Nishi-chan” I ask after the hair and makeup crew have left.

“Yes, Ikeda-san?” Her hair glistens in the artificial lighting. I feel ugly next to her.

“Have any of the heros hit on you before?” She throws her head back and laughs at my question.

“Of course! Charge Bolt is the worst at hitting on me, if I am being honest.” Her eyes turn to mine and she gets a serious look on her face. “Can I ask you something serious?” I nod, hanging on every one of her raspy words. “Do you think Bakugou-kun would ever be interested in me?”

“I’m sure!” I answer a little too quickly. “I-I-I’ve caught him looking at you.” I whisper to her, making her giggle. I swallow something thick in my throat.

“Should I ask him out? He seems like the type who likes his girls to ask him out.”

“I wouldn’t know what he likes, he hates me,” I laugh a little awkwardly, “Try it and let me know!”

Nishihara winks at me and turns away as the boys come in from their hair and makeup. She’s already giggling and sauntering her way to Bakugou. I stiffly turn to my mirror and look at myself. I know I’m not ugly but my nose could be different and my body could look more like Nishihara’s, but it doesn’t. None of the hero’s hit on me, if anything they keep their distance from me. I figured it was because they hated me but now I know it’s because I’m ugly.

“Jun” Midoriya’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?” He has a hand on my shoulder. I smile up at him feeling tears in my eyes, he is always so kind to me.

“Yes, Izuku”

“Hey, nerd!” Both Midoriya and I flinch but look at Bakugou like a lost puppy being summoned. Bakugou looks pissed. Midoriya’s comforting warmth disappears from me and he puts his hands up in defeat. “It’s time.” He growls, shoves his hands in pocket, and disappears.

I look at Nishi-chan and mouth “What was that” to her, she shrugs her shoulders and waves for me to follow her. I do. We trail behind the boys as we get closer to the heart of the studio.

“Welcome!” A bright blue haired woman stands next to a bright green haired man. I know exactly who they are. They’re the hosts of the show, siblings Furutara Noriko and Terou. They’re twins who share the same quirk, Laser. The ability to physically control already produced lasers.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Midoriya bows, as do me and Nishihara.

“Whatever.” Balugou huffs. I narrow my eyes at him and slap his shoulder. “Nice to meet you or some shit.” That’s even worse! I facepalm at his words.

“Just as we expected.” Terou, the bright green haired man, smiles like a snake. All teeth and venom.

“He means, We wouldn’t expect anything less from the number 5 and number 8 heroes.” Oh god, please don’t start this. My hand is already on Bakugou’s shoulder, threatening to use my quirk on him. Every time someone mentions that Midoriya is three spots ahead of Bakugou, he explodes the place.

“All because of the sparkling things we know about them, right?” I smile charmingly, tightening my grip on him. I wanted him to know this interview had to go smoothly.

“Exactly!” The twins chime in together. “Let’s get started!”

We get situated in our seats, the boys on both sides of myself and Nishihara. Terou and Noriko are insistent that we are all friends here and we call them by their given names. Myself, Nishihara, and Midoriya agree. Bakugou simply crosses his arms and I have to give the usual spiel.

“Bakugou here prefers that only the family calls him by his first name. He’s very particular about that.” I beam at Bakugou who is still staring down at our hosts.

“A man of honor, I like it!” Noriko leans on her hand and stares back at Bakugoul.

“Alright! Welcome to a new episode of The Talented Few! I am Furutara Terou-”

“-and I’m Noriko!-“

“And today we have the King Explosion Murder himself, Dynamight!” Terou smiles.

“We also have his childhood rival, Deku!” Noriko has shifted her gaze to Midoriya who gives her a winning smile.

“We should let the beautiful ladies here introduce themselves.” Terou’s eyes are directly on Nishihara and I feel myself still at this comment.

“I’m Nishihara Midori. I am Deku’s PR Rep.”

“I’m Ikeda Jun, I am Dynamight’s PR Rep.”

The first portion of the interview goes over just fine. Bakugou is a man of few words as usual and Midoriya carries most of the conversation. There are occasional questions for myself and Nishihara but those are far and few between. Just when I think this isn’t going to be a shit show, Noriko asks a question that stumps me.

“Why did the Dynamight-Red Riot team hire you, Jun?”

“What?” I asked, totally taken off guard.

“Well?” Terou is at the edge of his seat. “It has to be because of your plain looks.”

“It was because of my quirk.” I respond in a small voice, looking down at my hands. It was probably to not tempt Bakugou either.

“Shut up.” Bakugou snaps, making everyone look at him instead of me. “Ikeda is amazing at her job and we hired her because of her quirk and experience.”

“Bakugou-” I warn but I’m interrupted by the man himself.

“No, I won’t handle slander against my team.”

“Come on man, look at her next to Midori. You can’t tell me she wasn’t hired to make sure you don’t screw her. Hero’s are known for screwing their PR Reps.” I can feel tears welling in my eyes. Bakugou stands in his seat and grabs my wrist.

“We’re done here.” I look at Midoriya for help but he looks just as livid. Midori is trying to get me to stand and before I know it we are leaving the vicinity.

“Bakugou.” I’m trying to get his attention. “Bakugou!” I jerk my hand from his grip and he stops, turning to me sharply.

“What.” He growls.

“You can’t storm out just because they decided to pick on me! Imagine how that makes me and you look!”

“I don’t tolerate that kind of bullshit.”

“You were about ready to cry!” Midoriya chimes in with Nishihara nodding her head.

“We can’t do this! It doesn’t matter whether I cry or not. We should go back and apologize.” I turn away from the group and march back into the building. I can see the twins coming up the hallway. Someone grabs my wrist again and I turn to see Midoriya.

“Come on, Jun, let’s just leave before you have to use your quirk.” I peer past Midoriya to see absolute anger written all over Bakugou’s face.

“Fine but I am not writing an email to the rest of the team.” I brush past Midoriya and the rest of the group. I head straight to the car and I don’t say a single word to anyone else of the ride home.

After the disastrous day at work I decided to go out with some girlfriends from the office and Ashido Mina. She would be a “work girlfriend” if she wasn’t a hero with her own agency and the number 10 hero on the leaderboard. Due to her relationship with Kirishima, she was around a lot and we had formed a strong bond in our mutual dislike for Bakugou. Hers was more of a gossip-y shit stirrer hate while mine, mine was genuine.

“Tell me mooooore!” An absolutely shit faced Mina is hanging on every word I’m saying.

“All I have to say is that I am mad that Bakugou gets to pick and choose when he likes me. If it benefits his image he can be the perfect boss.” I take a shot. “Otherwise he is a royal asshole.”

“You know, Bakugou doesn’t know how to handle his feelings.” Mina defends.

“He’s emotionally constipated and I am tired of people defending him” The other girls just peer into their glasses and don’t say a thing.

“What about your date!” Hikaru from accounting asks. I roll my eyes and take another shot.

“He ditched out on me. Takeuchi is a pussy.” I sneer.

“What! He was so excited for that date, he talked about you all day!” Hikaru pouts and another one of the girls coughs. “Oh yeah, Bakugou came in accounting that day-”

“Jun! Let’s dance!” Mina is quick to jump up and pull me away from the others.

We dance for a little before Mina starts talking about a handsome sidekick of hers. I look at her confused because I know she is dedicated to Kirishima.

“I want to set up a date with him! I think you two would look cute together!” She smiles at me. I look at Mina in shock! Me?

“Sure! Can I give him your number?” I quickly nod and listen intently as Mina tells me more about the sidekick, what his quirk is, and what he looks like. I am suddenly excited! Maybe this date will be a good one. I need something in my life besides my hatred for Bakugou feuling my reason to wake up every day.

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