katsuki bakugou is absolutely the type of boyfriend who doesn’t mind you flirting with other men at bars in order to get free drinks. because at the end of the night, it’s his initials that you wear around your neck. it’s his hand you’ll pull onto the dance floor when you’re tipsy and in search of a good time. it’s his car you’ll get into after one too many (free) drinks and his lips you’ll grace with your own soft ones as a silent “thank you” for watching over you tonight. and of course, it’ll be his breakfast and coffee you’ll wake up to, in order to remedy your impending hangover the next morning.
author’s note. he’d be all for you getting free drinks rando extras. ofc though, he isn’t to far behind to make sure that’s all you’re getting
Welcome to my Bratz Rock Angelz 3k Collab Event! Thank you smmm for 3k, and thank you to my moots that participated in this event🫶🏾
This collab is a series of fics that feature readers based on Bratz Rock Angelz characters (so basically bratz coded readers), paired with a character of the creators choice. All readers are neutral (gender, race, etc.) unless stated otherwise! Enjoy!
𝕾𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖆 (𝕭𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖔)
⇶ Bakugo x Rock Angel! Sasha-coded! Fem! Black! Reader
— Darlin’ I Don’t Wish You Well, When You Ain’t w Me (pt 2/SMAU)
Ex!Bakugo x gn!reader
TW; Swearing, Bakugos kinda toxic, readers kinda mean to him but for good reason
Note: Part 1 is here ! Briefly implied Hispanic!Sero
⇶ After you break up with Katsuki, he doesn’t get it through his thick skull that y’all are broken up
⇶ To him, you’re just having a really bad fight, and if he apologizes enough and cleans up his act everything will go back to normal
⇶ Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t be texting your phone the way he is
⇶ But not having you is eating him alive, to the point where his friends are reaching out just to tell you how bad he’s doing
(Bakugos texts are meant to be about 3 days after the break up, Minas come a day or two after his)
⇶ After about a week, he starts acting like he’s over it and doesn’t care, but he does
⇶ And just two months later, he sees you talking to someone new in a more than friendly way and his blood boils.
⇶ He still plays it cool, but he’s saying all types of hair about your new person
⇶ Katsukis sadness quickly turned into arrogance, he just can’t find it in him to be sad all the time anymore when you’ll never find anyone better
⇶ Despite your efforts to avoid him, there come times where you’re forced to interact with him
⇶ You’re always a bit aggressive towards him to let him know you’re not gonna put up with anything he may try
⇶ But you can’t help but feel a bit guilty about it since he never shows an ounce of aggression or even dislike for you, even after everything
⇶ Katsuki is still as sweet to you as ever, still calling you pet names and treating you like royalty out of habit
⇶ You get mad at him for it, but he keeps doing it even if he doesn’t really mean to (but he kinda does)
⇶ He makes an effort to communicate, and you’re always so bland with him but he never lets up
⇶ His soft spot for you is still as tender as ever, and your soft spot for his is too because you nearly fold more than a few times
⇶ Katsuki gets more than a little crazy over you… but you know it’s his own kind of love
⇶ It’s a different side of him, really. Sure he went a little overboard when people were getting a little too cozy with you in front of him, but never like this
⇶ Before he was just trying to make sure you were secure, and he still is, but in a much more desperate and aggressive way
⇶ None of that aggression was towards you, of course, but he’d be damned if someone else took his spot
unnnngh dick grayson inna club,, dick grayson inna club hnnnghhhh
anyways imagine…
It’s dark and the sweet scent of alcohol mixed with various colognes in the club one of your friends has dragged you to. The music is loud, and you can feel the bass in your bones as you squint, allowing your eyes to adjust to the low light in the space.
As your girls drag you to the dance floor, a pair of blue eyes follow you. The stranger shamelessly drinks you in as you whine to the beat, holding hands with one of your girls as you do. His eyes snap up to your face as he sense your eyes on him.
You lock eyes with him as you whine, silently willing him to come over. He’s tall, tanned, with dark hair and a silver chain around his neck. His shirt is slightly open, exposing the muscles of his chest.
“Girl, you better go get that,” your friend murmurs in your ear, flashing you a knowing smile.
You give her a two finger salute, before looking back to him, inviting him into your space.
He eagerly takes the hint, making his way from the bar to the space behind you. You can tell he’s trying to be respectful, he’s leaving a few inches of space between the two of you as he watches you twirl your hips, hands itching to touch you.
You nod at him, pushing yourself back on him as the song switches to something slower, more sensual.
Your hips start, then stall.
“Dance how you want,” The stranger rumbles in your ear, “I’m following your lead, baby.”
You smile at that, twirling your hips to the slow but steady beat. The energy between the two of you is intimate. His left hand is in the crease of your thigh and hip while his right hand holds you flush to him.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos, “Put it on me. I can handle it,” he encourages. You can hear the smile in his words as you arch into him.
You’re engulfed by his entirety. His lithe figure dwarfs yours as he presses himself into you, and the scent of his expensive cologne seeps into your skin as you dance with the stranger.
As your dress rides up your thighs, he’s quick to pull it back down. His fingers rest on the hem of your dress as he rests his head on your neck.
“Song seems to be ending,” he muses, soft voice like velvet in your ear, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“‘M not sure… can you?” You smile, eyebrows raised.
“May I,” he corrects himself, rubbing smooth circles into the swell of your hips.
You turn from him as his hands move to hold your waist, as you nod at him. His hands slide down to the small of your back as he flashes you a charming smile.
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cw: suggestive(?) -16 dni, cursing, usage of the nword (like one time lol) , mentions of alcohol/being tipsy
a/n: idk y’all i’m just bullshitting for funzies. don’t even mind me
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club bouncer! connie. . . who spots you among the sea of bodies in the line talking with your homegirls
club bouncer! connie. . . who holds up the line because he’s too busy trynna spit game at you instead of doing his damn job
club bouncer! connie. . . who stares at your glossed up lips because of how soft and plump they look while you bat your lashes at him
club bouncer! connie. . . who can’t help but eye you down cause the way your dress hugged your curves perfectly was intoxicating
club bouncer! connie. . . who lets you in for free despite it being “ladies free till 11” and it was now 1am
club bouncer! connie. . . who can’t help but catch a whiff of your perfume, causing his head to turn when you walk past him
club bouncer! connie. . . who watches the way your hips sway when you walk, long body wave bundles tickling your back
club bouncer! connie. . . who begs jean to cover for him because he just had to get your number
club bouncer! connie. . . who tries to suppress the twinge of jealousy that engulfed his body when he saw you dancing with someone else, wanting you to himself tonight
club bouncer! connie. . . who buys you a drink, tipping the bartender extra so they don’t snitch on him for not doing his job
club bouncer! connie. . . who lays it on THICK, calling you pretty, eyes dragging up and down your form while you giggled at his corny pick up lines
club bouncer! connie. . . who kisses your hand, eye’s making contact with yours to signal his desire for you and you reciprocate it
club bouncer! connie. . . who gets tipsy with you before calling an uber back to his place
club bouncer! connie. . . who’s got you texting your friends all giddy like about you’ll see them tomorrow
club bouncer! connie. . . who will forever be dubbed as “the nigga who let us in for free” by your friends whenever you talk about him. surprised that your relationship turned into more than just a one nighter
club bouncer! connie. . . who reminds you every day that he finds you just as beautiful as the night you met
He’s laying in his bed with you seated on top of him as his arms wrap around your waist.
“So you plan on keepin’ your lips on me all night,” Hobie murmurs as he feels your lips move across his neck, down to his collarbones.
You don’t answer, instead letting the pinkish sheet gloss covering his neck and toned chest speak for you. You take an acrylic adorned fingers trace his jawline as you smile down at him.
“I mean, you do look pretty covered in my kisses,” you hum.
“Absolute fuckin’ madness,” he rumbles, dark brown eyes locking with yours, “You drive me absolutely fuckin’ mad.”
He takes a ring adorned hand up to your chest, large thumb rubbing on your collarbone before he slides it up to your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, he just holds it for a moment as his eyes pierce yours.
“Bibi, what’re you doin’,” You ask, realizing how meek your voice has become.
He looks up at you from his station below you. Your hips are pushed back as your torso instinctually leans into his touch.
“Jus’ lovin’ on my sweetheart,” he finally sighs, sliding his hand up to your jaw, where he squeezes you cheeks together.
“Reckon you’re enjoying it, based on the way you been actin’,” he smirks as you raise a quizzical brow.
“That little face you’re makin’. Quite cute,” he adds, “Gimme a kiss, yeah?”
You jokingly turn your face from him, crossing your arms as your eyes avoid his ever present gaze.
“Really?” He asks pursing his lips as your facade cracks.
“Bratty thing, you are,” He groans, now taking both hands to caress your face.
“You like that about me,” you murmur as you feel the cool metal of his rings contrast with the warmth of his hands. A thumb presses to your glossy lips. You press open mouthed kisses to it, keeping your eyes locked on Hobie.
“Mmm, I do,” he mumbles as he pulls your face down to his, pressing his warm lips to your sticky ones.
He hums as he kisses you, rubbing his thumb over your jaw as he moves some of your fallen braids out of his way, “Love my little brat.”
something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.
You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.
“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.
He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.
“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.
“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.
He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.
There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.
You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.
You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.
You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.
Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.
“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.
You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”
He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.
“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.
“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”
Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.
“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”
“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”
Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.
“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”
synopsis: a collage of texts between you and your boyfriend L
cast: Bf! L x black fem reader
cw: very mild cursing, a brief homage to one of my other hc’s (im sorry y’all “the kids miss you” joke is just so funny to me yk i had to double ittt) . is a little ooc but SHHHH mind ya business
a/n: i had L brainrot thanks to @katsukissy , i love me a lil weirdo <3
Note: this idea came from that sexyy red audio that’s trending on TikTok ngl !
— BAKUGO.
⇶ The thing about Katsuki is that he pays a lot of attention to you
⇶ Like a lot.
⇶ He knows what you like and what you don’t, and takes mental note of it
⇶ Hell, he could confidently say he knows almost everything about you
⇶ So it’s guaranteed that he knows you like his voice
⇶ Unless you’re play arguing, Katsuki pipes down around you, so you hear his normal speaking voice more than anything
⇶ His speaking voice is actually fairly quiet, especially when he’s with you
⇶ His tone is much softer, and he tends to grunt and grumble a lot if he’s preoccupied or trying to multitask talking to you and doing something else. And his natural voice is actually a bit raspy, and probably a little more than it should be from his constant yelling
⇶ It fits him perfectly, and you feel a bit bad when you don’t fully take in what he’s saying to you because you’re too busy staring at his pretty face and listening to his voice without actually listening to him
⇶ When he notices you not paying attention, he always sucks his teeth and asks if you’re listening
‘He’s so pretty… I’m so happy he’s my man.’ You thought to yourself.
Your eyes searched around his face, taking in all his features.
His well groomed brows, carnelian eyes with long lashes, perfectly shaped nose, soft lips that were slightly pink from his cherry chapstick, and a jawline that could cut steel.
And god, his voice was music to your ears.
Truthfully, you had no clue what he was saying. But you could make out his voice through your haze of admiration, and it sounded like heaven .
You were so far gone that you didn’t even realize that you were smiling at him like a dope, and literally kicking your feet as you spun back and forth in your chair.
“‘N’ then I had to go talk to Aizawa about it ‘cause…” Katsuki trailed off as he met your eyes, and then he kissed his teeth.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?” He grunted, leaning towards you to search your eyes for some sign that you were paying attention.
“I’m listenin’ baby, just keep talkin’,” You feigned.
“Oh really, then what was I saying?” He questioned you, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Erm… I know you said something about Aizawa!”
Katsuki ran his tongue over his teeth, pushing his lips out as he stared at you with a deadpan expression.
You guilt-fully looked to the side with a downward smile, knowing you’d been caught.
“I should kick your ass,” He chuckled as he threw his head back and crossed his arms.
“Bruhh! Just keep talking I’ll listen this time! For real, for real!”
⇶ Katsuki knows you’re far gone when you keep using that ‘just keep talking’
⇶ Sometimes, he’ll do it entertain you, and so he can see that lost look in your eyes
⇶ Other times, he’ll feed into it just because he knows how much you like it
Katsuki leaned in close to your face, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath and feel it fan against you.
Your eyes widen at the suddenness of his close proximity, and he pressed his large, calloused, hand against your cheek.
“Everythin’ okay, doll?” He asked you, thumb rubbing back and forth on your face.
You nodded, too hypnotized by him to speak.
“Y’sure? You look lost,” Katsuki persisted, feeling your face heat up against his palm.
“M’fine. Just looking at you baby, you’re so pretty, and I could listen to you all day,” you told him, before leaning in for a kiss.
“Oh baby, I think you’re the pretty one.”
⇶ Always pulls away during make out sessions just to whisper in your ear about how good you look and how much he loves you and everything about you
⇶ Comes up behind you a lot just to get in your ear too, and sometimes it’s not even about anything in particular. He just asks what you’re doing but he knows it makes you crazy regardless of what he says
⇶ The most amazing sleepy voice award needs to go to him because he just sounds so good when he’s tired
⇶ Not much of a talker in the mornings, so he gives you a lot of grunts and short noises rather than speaking, but once he’s woken up a bit more you always stay in bed together talking about nothing
⇶ The sound of his voice makes you wanna sleep again because it sounds so heavenly, you feel like you’re sinking into the mattress
⇶ Let’s you lay on his chest while you talk about the dreams you had and he messes with your bonnet
⇶ Sends so many voice messages when he’s not with you, it’s ridiculous actually
⇶ Tells you random details about his day as they happen. Something cool he saw, something that pissed him off, something that he did, and so on
⇶ Its like your personal 24/7 podcast
⇶ Always FaceTimes you instead of texting too
⇶ You’ll sit on the phone for hoursss together and sometimes you won’t even talk to each other for half the time
⇶ But he’s usually playing a game w the bakusquad so you always get to hear his voice, even if he’s just yelling
⇶ Really though, the moral is that he just goes the extra mile if he knows you like something
— TODOROKI.
⇶ This poor clueless thing has no idea what he’s doing to you
⇶ Doesn’t talk too much when he’s in class or in pubs in general, but he gets a bit more chatty when you two are along because he’s comfortable with you
⇶ But even then, Shoto is still fairly quiet volume wise, and his normal talking voice is nearly a whisper
⇶ Because of this, you often find yourselves leaned in close to each other just to hold a conversation
⇶ Not that you mind being close to your boyfriend, but his two toned eyes piercing through you do make you a little nervous
⇶ And Sho hasn’t the slightest clue why you stare at him in such a daze when he talks to you, thinks there’s something wrong :(
“… Y/n… Y/n,” Shoto softly called out to you.
Blinking out of your entranced state, you hummed at your boyfriend in response. His brows furrowed with concern, and he frowned at you.
“Is everything alright, love? You seem unfocused,” he said.
You nearly chuckled at how concerned he was, he really has no idea.
“M’okay baby, I just really like your voice,” you told him.
Shoto raised his eyebrows at you in confusion, cocking his head to the side.
“You like my voice?” He asked you.
You nodded, a small smile gracing your glossy lips before you leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“Now finish your story baby, I’m listening.”
⇶ Shoto has never been one to pay any mind to himself
⇶ Doesn’t give any thought to how attractive he is, or what others think of him (besides you, really, but he missed this one thing!)
⇶ He is, however, extremely attentive to you and your needs and likes
⇶ So when you tell him you like his voice, he takes note of that
⇶ He’s still quiet when out and about, but he’s made a clear effort to talk more when the two of you are in private
⇶ He complimented you a lot before, but he compliments you almost constantly now
⇶ Catches you by surprise most of the time, walks up behind you, tells you you’re beautiful, kisses your cheek, then leaves
⇶ And Shoto knows that you know you look good, but he also knows that you just like to hear it, and likes telling you so it’s a win-win situation
⇶ However, he’s a bit over the top, and if you give him an inch he’ll take a mile
⇶ Does nothing but send voice messages and face time you when you’re not together
⇶ You really don’t mind the voice messages, they’re honestly a huge step up from him texting normally because he’s lowkey a dry texter
⇶ Hardly uses emojis, and only says ‘lol’, not ‘lmao/lmfao’, his responses are never more than 3 sentences unless it’s important
⇶ So yeah, voice messages are definitely preferred
⇶ He sends a lot of short ones of just him chuckling after you say something funny and they make you melt
⇶ You secretly listen to his voice messages back when you miss him
⇶ Shoto is the type to FaceTime you when he has something to say that could’ve been a text message
⇶ But you bear with it because he’s your man
⇶ Shoto is very gentle with you, and treats you as if you’ll break
⇶ So when you two make out, it’s just soft and romantic
⇶ He’s not rough with you at all, and actually takes the reigns to guide you through it so you can just relax and melt into it
⇶ But he gets a bit overwhelmed and flustered, and has to pull away at some point to catch his breath
⇶ Always takes that time to call you beautiful while his face his flushed red, and once he catches his breath he peppers feather light kisses on your heated skin
⇶ Has a habit of touching your hair too, he won’t do it often if you tell him not to, but his hands normally find a way there a few times a day
⇶ Never sticks his whole hand in there, he just gently plays with a small section, or lightly pulls at the soft hairs on the back of your neck
⇶ But he does move your hair out of the way, without messing it up, to burry his face in your neck and tell you how much he loves you
⇶ Sho just loves to give you the room to be soft and feel loved around him, even if that means dragging out the little things you enjoy (not that you mind)
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