Lessons in Serving your King

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Suggestive. Word Count: 1.6k.

Summary: Closing in on his 20th name day, tradition dictates that Prince Bakugo choose his first concubines.

A/N: This might become a series, but don't hold your breath.

'I don't want a fucking -.'

Grabbing her son by the cheeks, Mitsuki Bakugo fixes the young prince still with a cold stare. 'You will do as you're told.'

'But -'

'It is tradition, Katsuki. Not even your ego is large enough to put an end to that.' She smirks before releasing her hold and wipes a hand on the left hip of her dress. 'Now, come on... You're late.'

Huffing, Bakugo tugs at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles left by his mother, but follows on her heels obediently. Usually, he'd put up more of a fight, throw a proper tantrum, but the pit of curiosity growing in his stomach stops him making too much fuss. He's fucking human, after all. Of course, he's going to be at least a little interested in the collection of concubines that had been assembled specifically for his perusal.

That didn't mean he had any intention of choosing any of them, though.

The doors of the main hall seem more daunting than usual, but Bakugo hides his trepidation well.

Or so he thinks.

Mitsuki's hand touches softly on his shoulder, guiding him, not through the main hall, but down the corridor. She offers out her elbow, letting him cling to her as they continue to drift closer to a small, more intimate, service room.

The marble clicks under their shoes, the sound amplified endlessly as it rings behind them announcing their arrival. Large windows scatter light, bringing out the red in both Bakugo and his mother's eyes as they pass the selection of special guards already stationed outside the room. All seven of them, five sworn to his mother and two to him, are dressed from head to toe in royal finery with the lightest of chain mail glittering over their chests. Swords hang from their hips, but Bakugo knows there are much more deadly weapons hidden under their clothes and tucked away from prying eyes.

Captain Aizawa, one of Mitsuki's most trusted knights bows low when they reach the door.

Reaching out, Mitsuki presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him straight again. 'Enough of that, you'll put your back out.'

Aizawa's mouth moves to argue, but Mitsuki doesn't allow his voice to summon a sound.

'Shouta, you have more than earned the right not to bow.' She chides in a way that makes goose-flesh break out on the other guards, but the Captain simply laughs.

'Is the prince ready, My Lady?'

Mitsuki's hand wraps around her son's bicep giving him a firm squeeze. 'Oh, you know him. Dragged here kicking and screaming.'

Bakugo scowls.

'But, I'm sure he'll manage.'

Another guard, tall and broad in the shoulders with a close crop of dark hair and a booming voice clears his throat. 'If I may speak out of turn, Captain?'

'You will not Yoarashi.'

Mitsuki waves him off. 'Oh, let the boy speak Shouta.'

The guard, Yoarashi, smiles. His teeth are too big for his mouth, but somehow there's still something strikingly handsome about him. Bakugo hates it. 'The consorts have outdone themselves this time, I've never seen a more stunning array of -.'

Captain Aizawa silences his guard with a raised hand. 'That's quiet enough, I think the Queen understands your sentiment.'

'Quite.' Mitsuki smiles, locking a chuckle behind her teeth. 'Speaking of the wonderful job my husbands consort has done, I think it's time to see what Inko has found for us, don't you, Katsuki?'

Bakugo nods, it's all he ca manage with the nerves threatening to make his knees wobble like some common whore. His jaw is tight, teeth clenched in his mouth, but it soon looses as he the doors are thrown wide and he's allowed to step into the room.

Inside the room is dark, the thick red curtains covering the windows putting an end to any natural light that should attempt to slink inside. Instead, the room is illuminated by a series of high torches that cast a godly glow about and perfectly highlighting the row of people stood across the centre of the room.

At once, Inko is upon them. She wraps chubby arms around Bakugo without a second thought and greets his mother with a warm kiss to her hand when offered. Following at her heel is Izuku, her darling son. 'Brother.' Izuku smiles.

'Half Brother.' Bakugo spits the former piece of his sentence, enjoying the way it feels between his lips – the distance it offers him from the man before him. They're the same age. Both Mitsuki and Inko had been pregnant at the same time and the boys born mere months apart, although Inko had done the chief portion of the nursing; especially when Mitsuki's milk had dried up. Something that had lead both women to an unlikely friendship.

'I heard you've outdone yourself this time.' Mitsuki pulls at Bakugo, steering him around to the front of the room.

Bakugo's eyes wonder. There's a conversation flowing in the air around him, but he pays no heed. How can he, when the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is looking directly at him.

The man lifts his head. He is bare to the waist with only the smallest piece of cloth to cover his dignity. If Bakugo where to walk around him, which he just might, he'd bet he'd be able to see his ass in all it's glory.

He has red eyes, violent carnelian, that pierce right to Bakugo's soul and red hair that is tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Licking his lips when he catches the princes' eye, the man smiles, flashing a row of blade-like teeth that threaten to bring Bakugo to his knees.

'Did you hear?' Mitsuki pats Bakugo's lapel.

He didn't, but he nods anyway.

His eyes slip further down the line, silently comparing each concubine to the next, but no-one compares to the red-eyed man until his eyes are blessed by you.

You're near the end, stood beside two others that don't even come close to your beauty with your chin tilted to the floor and your hands clasped neatly before you. Like the others, you're dressed in almost nothing, but it's the bright red 'V' painted onto your skin across the top of your breast bone that has him pausing.

He's seen the mark before and a cursory glance back down the line tells him exactly where. The red head, amongst two or three others, also bare the mark.

Bakugo swallows.

Already he can feel his breeches tightening uncomfortably.

'How many?' He snaps, forcing his eyes from the line and onto Inko.

She blinks. 'Pardon?'

'How many... For my... For my harem?'

'Oh. Most choose at least six to begin with, but after that is custom to add another concubine for each year until you reach 29. Sometimes other kingdoms will offer then as gifts, but you're more than welcome to dismiss -.'

Bakugo raises his hand. 'I don't want a history lesson.'

'Oh, I -.' Inko blushes.

'Brat, watch your tongue...' Mitsuki raises her hand to crack him across the back of the head, but the prince side steps her assault easily.

'I want that one...' He points at you, eyes narrowed and hungry before he turns, pointing at the red haired man at the other end of the room. 'And him. That's all.'

Mitsuki's brow furrows. 'Two? Inko here scourers the kingdom for the finest it had to offer and you choose only two?'

Bakugo folds his arms. He can feel your eyes, the red-heads too, burning through his skin. It makes him hot, makes him wonder what it'll be like when your eyes grow heavy, when they're spotted with ears and your mouths are full of his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Clearing his throat, he tries to readjust his breeches.

He won't have to imagine soon. No, soon, you'll be his.

'Have them brought to my rooms tomorrow.' Turning on his heel he shouts over his shoulder before storming from the room before his cock begins to soak into his breeches.

Tomorrow, he thinks as soon as the doors slam shit behind him.

That should give him enough time to fist himself stupid to the thought of red eyes and glittering skin.

Hopefully, that would stop him making a fool of himself at the first meeting.

Bakugo already looks bored when you're brought into his rooms at noon the following day. The door closes behind you, a guard having performed the customary introductions, and all too quickly you're swallowed by the nerves that climb up your body and twist around your lungs.

Adjusting his seat, Bakugo pulls a foot up onto his chair and spreads his knees. A bark leaves his chest that he hopes is harsher than it feels. 'I don't fuck virgins...'

You hear the wet click of Kirishima's throat from beside you in the silence of the room. Even though the red ink is gone, the fact of your both being intact remains the same. 'Uhm, my lord... I mean – Prince Bakugo, I'm... I think there's been some mistake, we're – we're both -.'

'I know.' He waves his hand. Anticipation creates pins and needles in his thighs. Even if he wanted to fuck right now, he's not sure his body would hold out long enough. Maybe, five orgasms in the space of a day was too much.

'Well, you can see how this might be a problem then...' Twisting his knuckles around each other, Kirishima chews at his lip and forces a weak smile. It's strange how he makes six-foot of man look almost as small as you are, but he does it easily and blushes pretty to boot.

'How -.' He clears his throat. 'How are we supposed to serve you if -.'

'You're going to fuck each other, first.' He arches an eyebrow, drawling as if the solution to his little problem has been more than obvious. A smirk curls his lip. 'I'll watch.'

-> Masterlist

hi do you know any bakudeku au where Katsuki is pro hero and he has a new secretary. But then she didn't know that Katsuki at Izuku are married. Then Izuku brought Katsuki lunch and the secretary was wary of Izuku.

Thank you!!! 💚🧡

Hi! Thank you for the ask, I'm so glad you reached out!

This was pretty adorable! I love a secret relationship moment, especially because these two idiots really do lend themselves to it well. If you are interested in more secret relationship fics or other fics similar to this one, feel free to let me know and I'll put together a rec list!

I am pretty sure this is what you're after, though. Let me know if I found it!

love in hidden places - saturnsorbit | (1/1)

Kudos: 5,439 | Bookmarks: 753 | Word Count: 35,344

Tags: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Married Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Support Department Midoriya Izuku, Pire Midoriya Izuku, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Everyone Loves Midoriya Izuku, Secret Relationship, POV Outsider, Aged-Up Character(s)

As the receptionist at Dynamight’s hero agency, lovingly called ‘Ground Zero’, Yui has had her fair share of run-ins with suitors seeking the pro hero’s affection.

So why did this one seem so different?

Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.

He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”

And perhaps his best friend was right.

Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.

Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.

Replies:

Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?

Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?

Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up

Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?

Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared, cum here

A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃

Intro written by @kingkatsuki

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It was super hard trying to decide on five songs, I think I coulda kept going forever!

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BakuDeku || Secret Boyfriend (or Husband) Revealed

Quirkless Midoriya AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

None contain mature content - all SFW.

Art not mine - @sadpudingz {twitter}.

Note: if you read any of these stories and like them, please leave a kudos and/or comment for author!

Every Saturday Afternoon by AmeCaeli

Summary: Every week on the Saturday, Bakugou leaves the dorms and doesn't return until evening, and the bakusquad are determined to find out where he goes! However, none of them expected the results!  

— — —

Or Bakugou had yet to tell his friends is in a secret relationship with our little broccoli boi, and they find out by following him.

One Shot | SFW

Kaminari's Dilemma by Shemtimeter

Summary: He knew that meddling was bad, but Kaminari's a hero and the former Symbol of Peace had once told them that meddling when you don't have to was the true essence of a hero. So he would definitely do it. He has to prove to anyone that Bakugou was definitely dating someone!

One Shot | SFW

A Mystery Boyfriend Reveal by Brainrotstories

Summary: Mina jumped forward before Kirishima could grab her. “Bakugou! Just the person I need!”

“What the hell does that mean, Racoon Eyes?”

“We were talking about our dating lives and it made me realize, we’ve never talked about yours.” She pointed at him. “Why aren’t you in the dating scene, Mr. Dynamight?”

Kirishima took a deep breath and waited, waiting for the bomb to go off, the yelling to start, the moment where he’d need to save Mina from the slaughter. A moment passed and then, Bakugou sneered.

“I am, you nosey-fuckers just never asked.”

Silence …. “What?!”

One Shot | SFW

A Phony Boyfriend by schrijverr

Summary: After moving into the dorms, class 1-A discovers that Bakugo is constantly on his phone. This leads to them discovering he has a boyfriend and going on a quest to find out as much as they can while Bakugo comes to terms with the fact that High School will be different than Middle School as well as his internalized homophobia.

One Shot | SFW

Right to Privacy by lisaluu

Summary: Mina and Kaminari are on a mission to interrogate Bakugo about his secret girlfriend but Mina takes it too far.

One Shot | SFW | Female Midoriya

Figure it Out by sister_elric

Summary: “What’s his name?

“Deku.”

“That can’t be real,” Hanta pointed out.

“It’s not, but like hell am I telling you bunch of nosey fucks his real name. Next question.”

Midoriya meets his boyfriend's friends for the first time.

One Shot | SFW

'Family Friend' by Pepper_potato

Summary: Izuku is a model who's been dating Katsuki for a while now. A relaxing week turns into a horror show when the bakusquad decides to come over.

Incomplete | 3/? Chapters | SFW

Secret Love by xbluedropx

Summary: Where Izuku is dating Katsuki, famous pro hero Ground Zero but none of his friends know about Izuku. They found out and see a sweet side of Bakugou.

One Shot | SFW

At the Office by Darkanny

Summary: Working for Bakugou Katsuki sure didn't include learning more about her boss' private life in the job description

— — —

or What do you mean that was Ground Zero's husband?!

One Shot | SFW | Husband Reveal

love in hidden places by saturnsorbit

Summary: As the receptionist at Dynamight’s hero agency, lovingly called ‘Ground Zero’, Yui has had her fair share of run-ins with suitors seeking the pro hero’s affection.

So why did this one seem so different?

One Shot | SFW | Husband Reveal

BakuDeku 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼: Dynamite is Married!? by MalditaDiAsh

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is Married to Katsuki Bakugou, and he guess his not a Midoriya anymore. He is currently happy being married to his long time Crush, bestfriend, and childhoodfriend. Though they never really say 'I love You' to each other. Their marriage were purely arranged by their parents and both of them didn't have any complains.

Now that Katsuki Bakugou is a famous Pro Hero, what will he do is his annoying Co-Pro Heroes ex classmates (the Shitty Extras) finds out about his adorable, lovable, kind, and Ray of sunshine of a husband?

Complete | 29 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

Who the fuck are you? by im_out_of_ideas_seriously

Summary: Bakugou is hurt on the job, and Kirishima is shocked to find the only person that is registered to give consent is someone he's never heard of.

One Shot | Husband Reveal

Rated - SFW

Bakugou Katsuki’s Boyfriend by lunasayuu

Summary: A quirkless Midoriya fic where him and Bakugou are WELL acquainted outside of their respective schools. Bakugou's mother throws a surprise birthday party for Bakugou’s 17th allowing the Class of 1A to learn more about his private life…

Complete | 2 CH | Non-UA Mido

Rated - Mature

BKDK Hurt/Comfort Recs

NOTES: you all voted, and I have answered. Here are a few Hurt/Comfort works. I know I say this on every rec I do, but please be careful with your mental health. If you don't like the tags or if something is too much please don't read it. I am doing this by myself, and is why there will not be too many works compiled at one time.

***I have personally ordered this from the least hurt to the most hurt. I will also take more care in tags, as there are various triggers that could be throughout this. This list is not objective, but it should help you to not go past your limit.***

LEAST HURT

1. the being unknown by twinstarsies

Tags: secret relationship, top Bakugou/bottom Midoriya, a/b/o, smut, Alternate Universe - Regency, elopement

Summary: Izuku comes to realize that home is, truly, where the heart is.

2. It Must Have Been the Wind by battybabe

Tags: (domestic) abuse, izuku/omc, sexual abuse/rape (mentioned), smut, quirkless au

Summary: New neighbors moved in above Bakugo and something's not right

(Inspired by It Must Have Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin)

3. true friends (stab you in the front) by saturnsorbit

Tags: quirkless Izuku, bullying, bully Dekusquad, pre-relationship bkdk

Summary: Days into his first year of UA, Midoriya Izuku believes this school really is different. He's happy! He has his absolute best friend, Katsuki, with him and they're learning and training to become proper heroes together! He even made some new friends. It all falls apart two months in when his secret comes out.

4. oh, mama's boy (kissyshima)/ Mama's Boy (Dqrk_Mxxn)

Tags: abuse, verbal abuse, abusive mitsuki bakugou, child abuse, panic attacks

Summary: Bakugou has a panic attack after being called "Mama's Boy" and Izuku finds him in his room. Discover Bakugou's past and what led up to this panic attack.

5. So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb by s_the_queen

Tags: brief major character death, abusive/controlling/mean dekusquad, class divide, panic attacks, continued arguments

Summary: There was a buzzing under his skin and a tightness in his chest. Lesser mortals would call it panic—or maybe terror. But he was the strong one. He didn't even panic when he'd been kidnapped. If he panicked now, everyone else would break. He didn't have that luxury, but he supposed that was the price of being the strongest. Only one person could handle the full weight of his fears. He could panic when Deku woke up. -or- Izuku is involved in an incident with a villain and Katsuki *goes through it*.

6. The Dragon's Consort by Mrs_Galaxy_M

Tags: abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse, a/b/o, hurt no comfort, they legit hate eachother, twins Uruaraka and Izuku, Omega izuku, sick izuku, dragon hybrid Bakugou, soulmates

Summary: Everyone believed ochako and katsuki were soulmates, the reincarnation of the first-ever soulmates who sadly never ended together Izuku, her twin, was bullied and starved since he just wasn't considered as important as ochako Yet in their wedding. Katsuki could only feel izuku through a just formed bond

7. Love Me (Not) by Scaevus

Tags: suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, abuse, child abuse, child neglect, alcohol abuse, overdose (attempt), self-harm, depression, dissociation, torture

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki believes two things with his entire being. One-he's destined to be a villain. Two-he should definitely kill himself before that happens. Or, Katsuki show up to the dorms drunk when he's supposed to be spending the weekend home. Suddenly, his classmates are starting to notice little things that don't add up about their explosive friend. And Izuku is oddly closer to his childhood friend than they thought.

MOST HURT

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Thirst Trap: Caught Desperate

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Prone Bone, Spanking, Pictures - Consensual. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Read the Intro -> Here.

A/N: Idek what the fuck this is. I've genuinely forgotten how to write - smut especially apparently.

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The first thing he feels is panic.

His phone won't stop. It vibrates against his palm, stirring up a numbness that radiates through his callouses as the screen flickers. The near constant updates create a blur he can't follow, the dull flashes summoning a sharp edge to the headache that has already started to press at the sides of his skull.

Fuck. He sighs, digs a knuckle into the corner of his eye and brackets his hand across his forehead. His PR team might actually murder him for this one.

Prodding at his screen, he manages to slow the endless roll of his feed. The replies are positive, mostly. His fanbase isn't exactly small and, according to the last PR meeting he was forced to attend, they were also predominately women. Although, looking at his phone now, he'd say the divide was probably about 50:50.

Curiosity getting the best of him, he scrolls...

The first few replies he sees are simple enough: suggestive emoji's, notes of amusement, the odd heckle about the size of his cock. Then, there are the more fun ones: the ones calling him a slut, asking to give him more than just head or being up front with their solicitations.

Huffing out a breath, he unfurls, spreading out on the bed and stretching an arm up behind his head. His pants are still unbuckled and pulled to the broadest point of his hips, a casualty of his drunken state. Underneath, his cock presses against the denim – twitching with every mention of the things his fans plead to do to him.

He shouldn't.

He knows its wrong.

Knows that he shouldn't indulge himself.

He shouldn't be thinking about fucking his fist to the thought of an anonymous stranger drooling down his balls, his cock bulging from their cheek, holes stretched out around him as he rolls his hips searching for the thing inside of them that'll make them scream.

His hand cups his pec, broad palm circling gently until he can catch his nipple with each slow pass. It's surprising how quickly his cock catches on. He can feel it leaking, soaking through patches of his underwear as it begs to be released. Letting his hand slip down his body, he feels the tension shake in his abdomen. He's wound tight, muscles shivering even under his own touch as he sinks his hand into his jeans and finally, squeezes his cotton-clothed cock.

He should stop.

Fuck, he should just delete the tweet and get a glass of water.

… And maybe a cold shower.

Licking over his teeth, he's reluctant when he slips his hand back out of his jeans and slams it, somewhat sticky, against his sheets. His cock protests, throbbing with the new lack of friction after being granted so little. It makes it hard to focus, the rolling pit in his stomach, the pulsing of his body – even without his alcohol impairing his judgement, his desire pleads a strong case for him to simply submit.

Bakugo swallows and moves to swipe away from the possibly career-changing tweet on his screen, but the feed is faster than he is.

It isn't the message that catches his eye, not at first anyway. No. It's the username. Your username.

He clenches his jaw.

Immediately, you fill his senses. It had barely been a few hours since you'd had your arms wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together as you swayed on the dance floor. If he tried, he swears he'd still be able to feel the soft skin of your thigh grazing against his fingertips as his hand had found its way under the edge of your dress. Your perfume had been intoxicating. A subtle mix of vanilla bean, sandalwood and your sweat had drifted from your collarbones and infested his senses, luring him right to the edge of what he'd known would get him into a whole heap of shit.

That was before he'd made that fucking post, of course.

Now, he was starting to wonder if taking you home would have been the right move all along.

His promises be damned.

Chewing at his lip, he lifts his thumb, revealing the message attached to your name. 'Thought you said you weren't that desperate, huh.' His stomach lurches.

The memories come quick then, fighting through the fog of too many whiskey's and regret.

He'd meant it as a joke, he really had, something to give him some pace, to make you think twice, think of the consequences – but he's never been good at managing his tone and at almost midnight even his belligerence had felt semi-formal. You'd been too close, too pretty, with the promise of a night he wouldn't be able to forget laced between your teeth and he'd... Well, he'd done what he does best.

He'd pushed you away.

Your eyes shine in the dull lights outside of the club, the yellowing tinge spilling from the surrounding lamps doing nothing to diminish how stunning you look. The alcohol has blown out your eyes, swallowing your iris' almost whole – although, he'd like to think he had a hand in how truly taken you look right now. His hand is on your waist, equal amounts keeping you close and at bay as you bat your eyelashes prettily at him and pout.

'C'mon...' You press close, hand searching the expanse of his chest. His heart thunders underneath, picking up whenever you near his pecs, so you slip a had over his shoulder and use his height to ease yourself up onto your tip-toes. 'You've practically had your hand up my skirt all night, what's stopping you now?' You chuckle, clicking your tongue against your back teeth.

Bakugo's snarl twists his features before he can stop it. He can feel the barb, feel the world curl on the back of his tongue before he can do anything to stop it. It tumbles from his mouth, but even despite his attempt to spit it out softly – hoping it won't hurt too much, your nose wrinkles.

'You really think I'm that desperate?'

It's like you've been slapped.

Your hands tense on his shoulders, feet falling back flat to the floor. Part of you knows he's just trying to get a rise out of you, but you're beyond sick of the back and forth. It's been months of this, of you getting close enough to taste him only for him to retreat at the last moment, usually with a snarled comment he doesn't mean, or some silly excuse to protect that softly-beating heart everyone swears he doesn't have. Sighing, you step back – the tap of your heels like gunshots on the pavement as you raise your bag from the crook of your arm and back onto your shoulder. 'Obviously not.'

Your distance reads like rejection, burns a hole in his pride and makes him prickle. He shakes his head and slips his phone from his pocket intent on ordering his own taxi, despite the fact he can barely make out the squiggles he hopes are words. 'Fuckin' knew I shouldn't have let Red bring you-.'

After that the memories grow hazy.

He remembers how you'd somehow smoothed over the hiccup in the conversation, laughing it off in all probability, but even then, you'd never quite come as close to him as before. He remembers your laugh. Remembers how the melody of it had ricocheted around his brain in the taxi ride home. He remembers missing your warmth. He remembers the flash of guilt, his half-hard cock and drunken brain at war. He remembers his phone, the screen a pale blue, glowing. He remembers, he remembers his thumb hovering over your name.

He remembers chickening out...

Fuck.

Evidently, he hadn't chickened out hard enough.

Clicking onto your page, he checks your replies to make sure he hasn't hallucinated your response, but before he can even begin to obsess over it – his phone pings in his hand.

It's a message. A real one. Not something filtered in through his socials. With shaking hands, he opens it and pauses.

He has your number saved under your first name.

Just your first name.

Not 'Sidekick''. Not your full title. Or what department you work in. You don't even have a stupid moniker. For fucks sake, he's called Kirishima 'Shitty Hair' in every single phone he's had since high school, and Todoroki has remained solely Todoroki – even despite the fact, both him and his father share the title.

He doesn't dwell on the reasoning.

Instead, he opens the message and is immediately confronted with a screenshot of his tweet. He cringes. Your reply is underneath it, racking up too many likes for his taste, and underneath that is your text.

You: 'You really are fucking desperate, aren't you?'

He waits, palms sweating, watching as three little dot appear and disappear and then, reappear again.

You: 'Can't even reply to me?'

You: 'You could at least turn your read receipts off. I can see you reading the messages.'

You: 'For fucks sake, Bakugo?'

His pulse quickens, thrumming strong and rhythmic under his skin as if to remind him what it is to be near you. The joints in his fingers have frozen, despite the energy rushing through his body demanding movement. Through the haze of his vision he sees you typing again.

You: 'Can we stop doing this now?'

Yes. Bakugo thinks. God, yes. The room spins as he cranes his neck down at his phone, eyes unfocused... His heart and cock war on, but now, the alcohol makes it far too easy for the tide to sway. Flexing his thumbs, he taps back a message before he can think better of it, before the noise of his life and expectation and the world outside can eat away at him again.

Bakugo: 'Please.'

Your reply takes a second this time, forcing the air in his lungs to crystallize; but before he can drum up too many doubts, there's your name again lighting up his screen.

You: Is that the great Dynamight saying please?

Bakugo: Fuck off.

You: Fuck off, or fuck you?

Bakugo's cock twitches in his jeans. He's so hard it's almost painful now, causing an ache to spread up the deep lines of his hips and radiating through his pelvis. Reaching down, he palms at himself again feeling the heft of his desire in his palm. He types back, one handed, the other already occupied.

Bakugo: Don't play with me. You know he'll kill the both of us.

You: I never did get to give you your birthday present.

Furrowing his brow, Bakugo is taps out a series of question marks – unimpressed with the idea of birthday cake when he had come to expect something a whole lot different, but before the thought can fully depress him – another message comes through.

It's a screenshot. The one this entire conversation began with – his own message glowing from his screen. Except this time, underneath is a message that makes his breath catch in a whole new way.

You: 'This offer for everyone, or just everyone who isn't me?'

Bakugo: You.

Bakugo: It was just for you.

Bakugo stills, his breath jammed in the back of his throat as his brain catches up with his fingers.

Fuck.

He shouldn't be doing this.

He should of just had a wank to all of the filth being sent from his fans. Even that would get him in less trouble than this. Part of him wants to back out, wants to claim a hack or come up with some other equally unbelievable and shitty lie so he can turn tail and run, but there's no way back now. He knows that much. His cock is hard and heavy between his thighs, his drunken mind too far from sober for him to see reason.

He types back.

You don't bother changing. You'd dressed to impress after all. Instead, you snatch a condom from your brothers stash tuck it into your bra and order a taxi, checking the address Bakugo had sent you three times before finally confirming the ride.

The journey is short and sweet, filled with anticipation and the soft jazz that trickles through the radio of the car. You've been waiting for this, grown tired of the will they won't they that had lead to this moment, but now it's here, you find yourself: nervous.

The car mounts the curb, almost sending you sprawling, then a tenner and a lift ride later, you're at his door.

He opens it before you knock looking a little more together, but still drunk. You can feel it too, the alcohol still flooding your system and making everything just a little easier. Still, nothing is as easy as coming together. You mouth drops open, an unspoken question lingering on your tongue and then, Bakugo is on you.

'C'mere.' Using one hand, he hooks it around your waist and tugs at you to him. Your bodies collide, palms coming up to rest against his chest as you peer up at him. He doesn't know how he's resisted you for so long, how he's kept true and stopped this. After all, looking at you now cradled in his arms, it is obvious this was nothing, but inevitable.

Your lips come together easily. The kiss is harsh, full of pent up tension and a longing that has broken you both. He nips at your bottom lip before you flick your tongue against his teeth, tasting him properly as he lets you in.

'Holy shit.' Panting, you claw at him – your hands are everywhere: at his buttons, his chest, wrapped in the chain circling his neck. He pays you back in kind grabbing at your hips, taking handfuls of you with an eagerness that radiates through his entire body.

With an unceremonious grunt, he bends at the knees, slipping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up against his waist. He pulls back a slither, blinking at you, his shoulders straining at he takes your entire weight with ease and presses you into the wall of his hallway. A wicked grin takes his lips as you squeak, arms and legs wrapping around him to cling on. 'Hang on.'

He kisses you again then, pressed to the wall, but before you can catch you're breath he's off. You make a stop at a small counter where he presses his clothed cock to your cunt, letting you feel just what you're getting yourself into and again at the wall outside of his bedroom. There he almost leaves your neck raw, biting and sucking, but never enough to leave too much of a mark.

You stumble into his bedroom still cradled in Bakugo's arms. There's sure to be bruises on your elbows, a symptom of attempting to peel him from his shirt while he careened through the doorway, but as your back hitting the bed and Bakugo hovering over you, you find it hard to care. Reaching into your bra, you slip out the condom with two fingers and present it to him by waving it under his nose.

Taking it with his teeth, he grins as you let out a sigh that settles in his bones. Beneath him, you look insatiable. Your eyes have blown out, the black of your iris' banishing whatever colour had once been there. The dress he'd been so anxious to get under all night is rumpled, the slit cast aside exposing the thickness of your thighs and a slither of cunt covered by a pair of soft-looking red lace. The bodice is low, the heaving of your chest apparent – your tits held high, pressed together and begging for his hands. Slipping a hand up your thigh, he brushes his fingers across the flesh and earns himself the most pretty of moans.

'I knew you'd break.' Lifting your leg, you kick out at him softly – the ball of your heel connecting with his shoulder. You perch on your elbows, eyes swollen, the pulse of your cunt matching the beating of your heart. It's been rough until now, a clash of teeth and nails, but its hard not to notice the bare desire you see splayed out in his eyes. It's mixed with carmine, a colour that barely covers what, if nurtured, could become love. 'Knew I'd have you.'

He grabs your ankle and pulls on reflex, yanking you down the bed. 'Did you?' Under his skin he feels feral. Something that's only made worse when you lick your lips and nod.

His restraint snaps. Grabbing at your hips, he kneads the fat there before flipping you over. You bounce, a scream escaping your throat, but he quickly transforms the sound into a moan with a harsh slap against your ass.

'Thought you wanted head?' You laugh, feeling your skin prickle under him. There's a rustle behind you, the tell tale sound of him shucking down his jeans and then, his fingers are pulling your underwear away from your cunt and exposing you to the air.

'You always this much of a brat?'

You wriggle and lift up your hips. 'You always this hard for me? Oh wait...' You chuckle. 'You are.'

A growl rumbles in his throat, but it's not anger he's feeling. Taking his cock in his hand, he gives himself a cursory pass – the stickiness of his own pre cum making it easy. His head rocks back on his shoulders. With a bottle of whiskey still coursing through his vein's he's more than sensitive, the simple passes of his hand having him ready to blow – God only knows what the feel of your cunt will do to him.

'C'mon... Fuck me, forget the condom – just -.' Reaching behind you, you attempt to grab at him – to pull him close, get him to touch, to taste.

Chuckling to himself, he bats your hand away easily. 'Nah-ah-ah. Don't think you deserve me raw, sweetheart. Only good girls get that.' He squeezes the base of his cock, stopping a premature end as he tears through the tinfoil of the condom and slips it on.

You go to whine, to kick your feet and protest him not giving into you, but you're not even given the chance.

The first thing you feel is impossibly full. The next is overwhelming pleasure. Bakugo hadn't wasted time prepping you and to be honest, you hadn't needed it. You're soaking, cunt dribbling greedily onto his mattress – like you haven't been waiting forever for this moment. You arc your back, one hand fisting his bed sheets as the other curls around the wrist he plants beside your head. The pace he's set is brutal, each thrust pushing deeper inside of you, taking you as he pleases as you cling on and submit to it.

'Where's the cheek now, huh?' He pants. Honestly, he's surprised he's not cum already. Your cunt milks him, squeezing him so deliciously that he doesn't think he'll ever find anyone better.

Then again, he know what they say about forbidden fruit.

''m sorry.' You moan, back curling as he fucks you harder. It's pathetic how he's barely given you anything and yet, you're already creaming around him. Your body begs for release, teetering you on the precipice of ecstasy as he uses you relentlessly.

'No your not...' Bakugo chokes out, teeth bared as he clings to the last threads of his control. Your tight now, too tight to not be close and if the way you're moaning and almost drooling onto his bed is anything to go by – he's not wrong. Leaning over you, he licks a thick stripe up between your shoulder blades before resting his lips by your ear. When he speaks is a growl, a command that comes from deep within his chest. 'Touch yourself... C'mon, show me how pretty you cum.'

You don't need telling twice. Forcing your arm beneath you, you draw quick, awkward circles on your clit and have to remind yourself to breathe. Your orgasm hits you like a train. Every muscle in your body tenses, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the high continues to roll through your body. It feels like a millennia until you come back again, until your limbs begin to feel under your own control and you become aware of Bakugo still frantically prolonging your high.

'Shit, shit, shit...' Pulling out, he ignores your protests before quickly rolling off the condom. It takes a singular pass of his fist before he cums, a grunt thrown from his chest as he releases himself over your ass. His mess is sticky, a pearlescent sheen that drips between your cheeks and onto your raw cunt – your clit still twitching.

In a moment of madness, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of the scene. In it, only the edge of your dress can be seen, coupled with the most distant droplets of his spend as it decorates the skin of your thighs.

'Post it.' Craning over your shoulder, you hiss at the new soreness in your limbs as you roll onto your back. You tilt your head, signature mischief returning to your cheeks. 'Got to let those fan girls know you've already being taken care of...' You flash a smile. 'And I'd really hate to see your DM's right now.'

Against his better judgement, he tosses you his phone. 'Knock yourself out.'

It's almost six in the morning when you finally settle for bed. You'd gone another three rounds. Once in shower, over the vanity in the hallway and then, again in his bed and each time had seen both of you aching and sore and more than pleased with yourselves. You'd posted the picture and Bakugo's phone hadn't been quiet since – not that you minded. It wasn't like anyone could really tell what it was. The lighting was awful, the image blurred and you'd cropped it so there was no chance of anyone figuring out who you were.

Still, the idea of it stirs up something hot and heavy in your stomach.

You'd laid your claim now.

'I will never know how you're such a demon when you're brother's a God damn golden boy.' Bakugo's breathing has just about leveled out, you hand rising and falling in a more subtle rhythm where it lays on the center of his chest.

You wrinkle your nose. 'Can we not talk about my brother while I can still feel your cum dripping down my ass, please.'

Bakugo chufs, but relents. His thumb rubs soft circles in the skin of your shoulder, a gentle beckoning to sleep as both of you watch the sun rise and fill his bedroom window with a brilliant orange. 'Stay?' He kisses your forehead. 'I'll make you breakfast.'

Nuzzling into him, you're about to agree – mind already reeling at the possibilities of Bakugo's cooking and another round at a more respectable hour – but, all thoughts cease when Bakugo's phone pings with a message.

'If this is my fucking publicist you can explain yourself.' Bakugo tuts, but there's still a warmth in his smile that betrays his annoyance.

You giggle. 'Happy to.'

Flipping over his phone in his hand, Bakugo's mouth drops open when the screen glows to light his face.

There's only one message on the screen.

And it isn't from his publicist.

Shitty Hair: 'Really dude, my fucking sister?'

Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!

Play Away by @saturnsorbits

Summary: When your boyfriend, Bakugo, admits to kissing Kirishima your relationship is put on hold. Just as well Sero is there to pick up the pieces.

Saturn, this hurt in all the right ways. It made me tear up, try and tamp down rage, root for Sero; so many emotions that felt like a knife twisting in my heart. And I loved every minute of it.

It was an honor to bind Play Away and I had so much fun trying to find images that matched the style of your blog as well as the story. Thank you for all that you've given to us as readers 💖

This book came in at 44k words and 168 pages. I believe it's around 7.5x5 (for my trimming sanity since I do all the edges with a box cutter). Cover and Title Font - Felix Tilting Chapter Title Font - Geometrico Body Font - Garamond

(Completed: 07/27/22)

The quick glimpse of something moving in the corner of your eye, the long shadow looming at the foot of your bed in your dark bedroom late at night, eerily shaped like that of a man. Only for you to flip on the lights to see nothing. Everyone knows that feeling and everyone knows it's just a trick of the mind.

But what if it wasn't? What if it was real?

What if the monsters weren’t contained to just scary daydreams and nightmares? What if the real monsters are the ones you see when your eyes are open? Passing the stranger on the street? Your neighbor with the charming smile or even the one you haven't noticed yet. They've noticed you.

Are you brave enough to look deeper, closer at the thing that goes bump in the night without seeking the haven of light?

Or will you do as you've always done and passively turn the other cheek?

Come closer and discover the things that go bump in the night are the least of your worries, when the real terror is right in front of you.

Are you brave enough to shed light on the darkest of things under the Halloween moon?

👻 Living each day like you're already dead bakugou x reader @kingkatsuki

🦇 Drop Dead. Sero x reader @saturnsorbits

😈 Scarcity Sukuna x reader @kweenkatsuki

🕸️ @strafepanzer

🐈‍⬛ @katsukikitten

Troupes and Characters pending, even so the story will be so frightful you won't be able to stomach it. Live Halloween Noon to Night

Please read the warnings of each post thoroughly as you enjoy the haunts and humps. These works are for adults only, 18+! Minors, blank, and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT! Or be cursed ever more!

Bakudeku Fics

This is a list of Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

The Different Ways In Which I Can Call You Mine by EquinoxSolstice

~Apparently, Bakugou Katsuki is the kind of person that uses pet names when he's in a serious relationship. Who knew?

hiding in plain sight by saturnsorbit

~(a.k.a. katsuki and izuku are dating, they thought everyone knew. apparently not.)~

Every Saturday Afternoon by AmeCaeli

~Every week on the Saturday, Bakugou leaves the dorms and doesn't return until evening, and the bakusquad are determined to find out where he goes! However, none of them expected the results!~

Bakugou Katsuki’s Boyfriend by lunasayuu

~A quirkless Midoriya fic where him and Bakugou are WELL acquainted outside of their respective schools. Bakugou's mother throws a surprise birthday party for Bakugou’s 17th allowing the Class of 1A to learn more about his private life…~

mondays and sundays (and saturdays and fridays too) by eqyptiangold

~No one at UA believes that Katsuki Bakugou has a boyfriend at another school.

Especially not the adorable, freckled, curly green-haired boy that sneaks into the dorms with a sweet grin on his face while asking for “Kacchan.”~

The Curious Case of Mrs. Midoriya Izuku by EquinoxSolstice

~“Mon ami, you’re very fortunate indeed to have a wife that makes you bentos every single day! And she does it before she goes to work herself? How dévouée!”

An awkward scratch to the back of the head.

“T-Thank you. K-Kacchan will be happy to hear that… I think.”~

Pro Hero Dynamight is Dating WHO Now? by EquinoxSolstice

~Midoriya Izuku, known in the hero world as the leading quirk analyst of the modern times, was a typical young Japanese man. He’s a mumbling self-taught researcher, bonafide hero nerd, and self-proclaimed number one fan of retired hero but greatest-of-all-time, former Symbol of Peace All Might.~

Case Closed by spicymacaron

~The squad finally meets Bakugou’s mysterious long-distance boyfriend, Deku, but he’s not what they expect.~

a rose by any (other) name by HeyAssbuttImBatman todobakudeku

~Katsuki’s life is one giant cosmic joke, so of course something goes wrong when he’s sent on an easy mission to a mad scientist villain wannabe’s comic book lookin’ ass lab. Now he’s got an uncontrollable second quirk: he teleports directly to the side of the people whose name he speaks, which shouldn’t be a problem considering his penchant for rude nicknames.

At least, it wouldn’t be a problem if his big fat gay crush on the Pro Hero power couple of Todoroki and Midoriya didn’t make him say their real names with, frankly, pathetic frequency.~

Told You So by myshipsdontsail *New

~“Deku. When I become the number one hero, you’re going to marry me.” His red eyes stare at Deku’s intently.~

love in hidden places by saturnsorbit  *New

~As the receptionist at Dynamight’s hero agency, lovingly called ‘Ground Zero’, Yui has had her fair share of run-ins with suitors seeking the pro hero’s affection.

So why did this one seem so different?~

A Hero by Any Other Name by SaysiWrites  *New

~Bakugou loses his memory in a fight and has to meet his classmates all over again. Surprises are in store for those who thought they knew him.~

Who the fuck are you?! by miraculousemily47 *New

~Aizawa decides to test Class 2-A without their knowledge. He ropes Midoriya into it, but unfortunately for them, Bakugou knows his nerd too well to be fooled.~

☠︎ @saturnsorbits

Kaminari Denki.

Are you telling me Denki is the love of your life? Go on, tell me one more time— if you say it enough maybe you’ll actually start to believe it too. Yeah, he’s got great banter and he makes you laugh but is that really enough to keep your relationship going? It’s okay, you can be honest with me. He’s annoying isn’t he? He pulls you into situations that make you uncomfortable— he knows that you’re reserved and that you have a small social battery and yet he’s signed you up for a photoshoot and interview with Hero Weekly. I mean, it’s sweet he wants to do things with you and show you off, but at what cost? Yeah, yeah, we get it- Chargebolt has a girlfriend, but is that all you are to him? But he’ll give you those quiet nights in, cuddles in bed and constant love and affirmation… oh, and he makes you cum which is always a happy bonus, right? But is that enough for you? Yeah, yeah, I know. You love him. Anyway that party that you didn’t want to go to is coming up tonight, and it’s probably gonna lead to more of you being uncomfortable while your boyfriend is the center of attention… again. That doubts sitting at the back of your mind, I know it is! But I mean, he just found out where the clit is so maybe you can keep him around a little longer, but do you really want to? It’s okay, babes. I can get you Sero’s number after this, yeah?

Sero Hanta.

You’re such a cute couple it actually kinda makes me sick… you look perfect together and your personalities compliment each other nicely. It’s the way you write and send each other terrible, lovesick poetry and self-deprecating jokes only you two find funny… maybe you do belong together. Sero adores quiet nights in with you, and there is no man on this big, big planet that has a tongue as amazing as him. Have you ever cum so much in your life, be honest? But the doubts there, isn’t it? I can see it— it’s just stagnant? He’s content with his position in the hero rankings, content with his relationship with you, content with his life, and that’s just it… he’s content. He won’t propose, doesn’t want to talk about kids or the future, or even just moving in together. It’s like you’ve been going steady and you’ve just hit traffic, except the traffic never moves. That’s your biggest problem, Sero is content, and when he’s content nothing will change. You have dreams, aspirations… and it’s not even that he’s looking down at you, he’s wondering why you’re bothering because aren’t you content too? You’ve gotta tell him eventually that you’re not, and maybe that will be the jump he needs to change… but is that gonna be enough for you, babes? I mean, do you want a friend or a boyfriend, cause I promise there’s a difference. This relationship isn’t going anywhere, and I guess neither are either of you if you don’t break up with him? Denki’s not looking so bad anymore, eh?

BakuDeku SFW one shot fic recs

Normal AU [UA Students]

Archive of our own

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Mostly fluff pieces, but still read AO3 tags.

Credit to @erikatsuk for the gif.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

We didn’t mean to stalk them by mochavio

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki are unsure and a bit scared - of themselves, of each other and of their budding romantic relationship. But most of all, they’re terrified of the idea of their friends finding out.

Little do the know, that their classmates are actually all nosy little shits.

Boom, Badoom, Boom by warschach

Summary: Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

you're sickly sweet (just like caramel) by saturnsorbit

Summary: Due to not being able to sleep, Katsuki and Izuku fall into an accidental routine where the blond comes and keeps Izuku company while he bakes random sweets in the dead of the night. Because of this, Katsuki learns that caramel is one of Izuku's favourite things. The nerd won't tell him why that is though.

Don't worry, he finds out.

A "Love Story" Told Through T-shirts by Quirkyasfok

Summary: The thing is though that he could literally carry a sign around his neck confessing his love to the little shit, and Deku still wouldn’t notice.

Actually…

That might work.

or when one oblivious idiot falls in love with another oblivious idiot and decides t-shirts are the answer... wait what?

Every time we touch, I get this feeling by @amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo’s hands are dangerous. They’re violent and explosive and loud and deadly, and everyone knows it. Katsuki is used to people giving him a wide berth and avoiding contact with his hands at all costs. He sees other people holding hands, casually touching each other with soft fingers and open palms. When he does, he glances down at his own callous-roughened hands, and he wonders what that’s like.

Everyone is afraid of Katsuki's hands.

Everyone except Deku.

Confessions by silentsongbird

Summary: It’s finally time to leave the island. Everyone is cheering below as the ship begins to depart. Katsuma and Mahoro are still waving and shouting goodbye from the dock as the ship departs. The ship leaves slowly, but the children stay at the edge, shouting their thanks up at them. Even once the ship is a good distance away, Katsuki can still see the outline of their bodies even after their voices fade away. He won't admit it, but he's glad they came to say goodbye.

He can still hear some of his classmates cheering below him, but they aren't really a concern of his. He and Izuku are alone on the upper deck now and even with being in the fresh air, Deku's presence is suffocating.

— — —

Or: Katsuki just can't stop staring at Izuku and thinking about all they've been through.

glowing skins and pleading fingers by mimisyum

Summary: Oh, Katsuki wants.

He wants to touch, to play with Izuku’s sweaty curls and caress his tense neck. To fix his posture and massage his shoulders. Would Izuku let him? In another reality where Katsuki’s hands weren’t so deadly and the thread holding their relationship so fragile, would Izuku let him stroke his skin? Would he let Katsuki spend hours feeling the bumps of his scars, memorizing the texture of his moles? Would he let him trace over his freckles without leaving another mark behind?

Katsuki hopes so. He really, really does.

_____

In which Katsuki spent fourteen years resisting the urge to touch Izuku until it all becomes too much and he gives in. But maybe, just maybe, things don't go quite as badly as he expects.

The Self-(Love) Game by UltimateEmpath

Summary: Katsuki has a bad day and Izuku knows just the game that can help!

A.K.A Katsuki is bad at loving himself and Izuku has plenty of love to give

Write your name on my heart (if you want) by amarisllis

Summary: Midoriya is a writer. Katsuki thinks he's amazing.

In which Mineta is a jerk, Katsuki tries to make Izuku happy, and Izuku gets more than he could have ever hoped for.

katsuki bakugou is incapable of love. or so they thought. by snowymochi

Summary: in which their class tries to figure out if Bakugou and Midoriya are dating.

Deku's Secret Checklist by emem_itsem

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki go on a journey. A journey of self discovery, of highs and lows, of yeses and no’s. A journey to find the perfect pet name.

Concerning Prophlyactics by EnduringParadox

Summary: Katsuki grabbed his jacket.

Something tumbled out of the pocket and fell to the floor.

The condom.

His eyes widened. Goddamn it—he'd forgotten all about it. Katsuki's gaze flitted to Izuku, who, luckily, hadn't noticed and was still happily chattering about their post-graduation plans. But before he could bend down and sneak the condom back into his pocket, All Might was already reaching for it.

"Ah, I've got it, Young Bakugou. Here's your—" All Might stopped. He scrutinized the item in his hand with furrowed brows, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was holding. Slowly, his eyes found Katsuki's.

Katsuki stared at him.

All Might stared back.

---

Katsuki, now dating Izuku, gets a condom from a teasing Sero and Kaminari. He forgets about it until it accidentally falls out of his pocket in front of All Might and Izuku.

Only Ever Been You. by klutzuki

Summary: “Hey, Midobro. Why do you call Bakubro Kacchan? Isn’t it like, childish?” Denki asked, twirling a pen between his fingers. From the corner of his eye, he saw Bakugou grinning.

“The nerd couldn’t say my name.” Bakugou told them, “come to think of it, can you even say it now, Deku?”

Midoriya smirked at the blond before saying, “Of course I can, Katsuki-chan!” In his cheeriest voice. Everyone could hear the clogs in Bakugou’s mind coming to a stop.

“What happened, Katsuki-chan?” Midoriya prodded, poking the blond’s cheek.

— — —

Or, Bakugou and Midoriya through the eyes of 1-A.

This thing is inspired by the lovely @saturnsorbits who has turned me towards the light as I now see what a sex icon tape-man is. This is angst-comfort minus the comfort so just angst. Implications of death ahead! Enjoy!

Thinking about Sero Hanta hating cherry blossoms. Thinkin bout Mr. Relationships-arent-for-me accidentally falling in love with his fwb. He'd never tell them of course. In fact, he'd go through great lengths to make sure you knew that he wasnt going to settle down with you. Taking other people to his bed, flirting with everyone around you, he'd invite you to his apartment after fucking so that you would bump into his bedroom partner of the night on the way out of his apartment. He'd even go through trying to quit you, trying to end the fwb thing that's going on between you two. It's works of course, until Denki calls him to tell him to look at the news. Denki is hysterical, words spewing from his mouth and jumbling together, that's the only thing Sero was able to get out of him. Sero looks up the news while still on the phone with Denki and the world stops. There on national news is your car being pulled up from the depths of a lake, water rushing out from the doors. The headliner says that a villian with a enlarging quirk went on a rampage in the middle of traffic. Theres 23 injured, 6 missing and one presumed DOA. Ice fills his lungs and pierces his heart. The phone drops from his hand. The reporter says something about being unable to locate the owner of the car. Denki's repeating 'im so sorry' over and over again like a prayer. A sob comes from the phone. They think your body is somewhere in the lake still. He can't breathe. His doorbell is ringing constantly, or is the ringing in his head? He can't tell. When did he drop to his knees? He doesnt know. The ice is in his head now, the world's gone from being stationary to rapidly spinning. The only thing he can focus on is your car hanging from the sea. A hand grabs his shoulder. He looks up and blinks at the blonde before him. Bakugou looks tense, his eyes hard and his mouth tight like what he's about to say is leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Sero decides he doesn't want to hear it. He pushes off the ground, Bakugou's hand drops from his shoulder. They stand there staring at each other until Bakugou opens his mouth. Sero's out the door before he can comprehend what he's doing. His feet slap the ground as he pushes his body forward. He's halfway there before he remembers his quirk is much faster than his feet and starts swinging his way to the scene. He's landed in the rubble and, before his brain can catch up, he's searching. He finds one person still breathing underneath the rubble and drags them out. They're not you. He leaves them for another hero. He finds another person inside a crumbled building. One half of the building is pristine and stands strong as if it hasn't caught up to the fact that the rest of it has become dust and chunks. The person inside looks about the same, a large chuck of the building on top of the bottom half of their body. They were killed instantly. They're not you. Sero rushes towards the lake your car was found in, running along the shore lifting up concrete and diving into the water. Sero finds two more bodys and a sobbing 3-year old before the sun starts to set. You're still no where to be found. Kirishima is speaking to him, Sero can see the way his mouth moves around the words. Something about tomorrow. Sero decides he doesn't care and continues on with his search. Mina's in front of him, her hands on his chest as she pushes him away from the destruction. He shakes her off and pushes past her. Denki grabs his arm, grip tightening when Sero tries to peel his hand off. Another hero shouts that they need a medic. They've found the last one. Sero darts that way, yanking his arm from Denki's grip. The heros at the shoreline performing cpr on someone. It's you. Seros slid onto his knees next to you as the hero continues with the cpr. Youre soaking wet, your skin looks dull, your eyes are closed. Sero hates it. Hates that there's no sign of life in you. No sign of that person he'd fallen in love with in-between the lust-drunk kisses and the middle-of-the-night deep conversations you'd shared. Cherry blossoms stick to your body and in your hair, the water acting like a glue to keep them there. You loved cherry blossom season despite how cheesy it was. He adored the look in your eyes whenever you watched the breeze steal the blossoms from the trees and tease you for how cheesy amd tourist-y it was. The blossoms usually made you look alive whenever you would get covered in them, spinning in circles to let them cover you, but now they look pale and depleted on your skin. He hates it. The hero doing cpr tires and Sero takes over, feeling the ribs beneath his hand bend with his compressions. 30 compressions and he's leaning down towards your mouth, breathing into it twice before continuing with the compressions. He can't help but think about when you would let him breathe smoke into your lungs as you melted into each other, his hand wrapped loosely on your neck as you inhaled the smoke his lungs had to offer. His thumb would caress your pulse point, feeling blood rushing past repetitively. He keeps going as Kirishima tries to give him a break, as Mina begs him to let someone else do it, as Denki yells for the healers. He keeps going even after feeling one of your ribs crack underneath your skin. He keeps going after the paramedics get there and place a gas mask over your face. It takes both Midoriya and Bakugou to pull him off you and even then he's yelling at them to stop, to move out of his way so he can save you. He has to save you. Please let him save you. He tries to fight them off as you're loaded into the back of an ambulance and taken away to the nearest hospital. He has to be with you. His brain suddenly turns on and his whole body shudders. He falls to his knees and slams his fists into the ground. He screams, raw and guttural, the sound tearing his esophagus apart. Theres glass in his hands now, leaving bloody prints and he keeps slamming his fists down. Tears are pouring from his eyes, he's choking on his screams. He's so furious. He's so terrified. He feels like his being ripped apart as he rips at his hair until his hands are ripped from his scalp. Someone's has a hold on his arms. Someone's on his back sobbing with him. Theres too many voices. Too many sounds. He doesn't care. He's fighting now. Trying to rip his hands from whoever has them. A roar sounds from his chest, his face feels like it's scorched, there's something in his chest threatening to claw its way out and swallow him whole. He wants to kill whoever did this. He's screaming that he'll murder them. Murder everything they love in front of them and destroy them like they have him. His back is on the ground now, glass and stone digging into his spine as he's held down. He's still screaming and fighting. He sees Mina sobbing into Denki's chest near him. He sees the hero that found you staring at him with horror, as if Sero was the one that caused this, like he was the one to slaughter the only person Sero has ever loved. And maybe he did, Sero thinks, mind too full and too empty all at once. Maybe he was the cause of all of this. Of this pain in his chest. Of the death of the world's most amazing person. Of the death of his cherry blossom. He stops suddenly at that thought, body too tired to continue on with the fight. He doesn't hear anything, doesn't see who's on top of him or near him or spreaking to him. All he sees is a single lone pink petal floating above him, the orange from the setting sun giving it a warm hue. You would've loved the sight. He hates it, he decides. That's how Sero Hanta came to hate cherry blossoms.

I’m finished Husband for Hire!!! I loved it 🥰

Could you recommend another fic or series of yours that’s fluffy Katsuki and another that’s angst with fluff? Or even recs that you’ve read already?

I fell out of touch with mha tumblr like a year ago and I can’t remember any of my favorite blogs or fics 😭 except one where Bakugou is a roommate and I remember the smut being immaculate lmao

Thank you in advance 💗💗💗💗

Ok I started working on a list of fluff or angst with a happy ending and then it… got out of control haha. But! Since you just came off of Husband for Hire, I can immediately recommend:

To Shape A Home by kweenkatsuki (formerly known as mindninjax) – A Stardew Valley AU with Farmer Bakugou, I cannot recommend this enough it tackles grief and starting over, enemies to lovers, just 👌 Yes.

Ready Player One by kingkatsuki – This is so fucking sweet I love it. It takes a long-distance relationship from its roots and beautifully builds it up, it feels so natural.

To Market, To Market by katditca – Some fluffy, slightly suggestive, grocery shopping with your boyfriend. I don’t know how to explain it but there’s something calming(?) about this shopping trip and the banter that goes along with it.

Loverboy (Part 1, Part 2) by strafepanzer – I am a sucker for confession scenes and the way part 1 ends leaves me screaming just do itttttttt. So fucking cute though

Timed Love by bakuroo-writings – Bakugou getting tricked into speed dating? It’s more likely than you think, and yes, he’s going to be salty about it.

Mixtape for Bakugou by katsukikitten – If there’s one thing I can count on Kitten to do, it’s break my heart and maybe put it back together. This four part fic brings you through the highs and lows of a whirlwind relationship with Bakugou.

Bouquet by saturnsorbits – There’s one line in the summary that keeps playing through my head as I read: It’s always been you. In between all the flirting and rising tension, it’s always been you.

Spinning Cherries by kweenkatsuki (on her archived blog) – The imagery of Bakugou having to wrangle drunk people has me cackling. Bakugou is head over heels for reader and cannot say no and I love that >:]

You mention Roommate Bakugou with immaculate smut, the first one that comes to my mind is Toy Box?

As for my own works, most of my stuff is angst with a happy ending, some of my favorites are Longing (a series) and A Con Called Love.