Not A Villian, Not Yet A Hero

Katsuki BakugoAge: 18-25Sex: MaleAlias: DynaMightPreference: pan

[awkwardbakugou]

HE GOT IT SIGNED IM CRYING

[naturalbrutality]

He's just looking at the other with a dead expression, arms crossed over his chest.

Katsuki, having his personal space AND height basically violated by the half&half bastard's ever looming frame/gaze, began to feel his palms sweat.

"𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍' 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐂𝐘𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊."

[naturalbrutality]

And just where in the hell have you been mister????? (Wb!)

"........"

"I - literally - 𝐃 𝐈 𝐄 𝐃 ."

[naturalbrutality]

Silence, uncomfortable yet solemn. It was unlike Katsuki to look so pensive and withheld. A deep, welling dejection within the blonde made him feel as if he was being forced under water. Clawing aimlessly at the surface, only to watch his life slowly slipping away from blood stained finger tips. Defenseless, mortally wounded for life....w e a k.

Carmine spires would stare right through the jello cup set before him. This would be day two for the boy's lack of appetite. He'd sooner smack the desert onto his hospital room's pristine floor like an ungrateful feline, yet the rhythmic taps of a...quickly approaching figure caught Bakugou's peripheral. That voice sounded so familiar too.... "Round...fac- H n G H !?"

A sporadic tinge of pain, which the likes he'd never felt before, quickly shot all throughout the boys scar stained body as he felt the full force of Ochako's affection. "ARE YOU GODDAMN' TRYING TO KILL M-..e..." Baku's...loud and obnoxious words would falter only to his peer's arms beginning to tighten around that bandaged frame of his securely, the hero's only functioning arm raising instinctively to place an open palm over brunette locks in a gentle tussle. His words although raspen were soft and reassuring, even if he himself couldn't believe them. "Tch. As if you could get rid of me that easy. Didn't ya know I'm gonna live forever...."

[naturalbrutality]

feral screeching

"Ȟ̷̱͙̫̫̗̘͎̦̰̯̰͉̍̂H̴͇̫̰̄̅͋̌̐͗͊́́̋̈́̽͐̍̕̕͜H̶̼̻̞̮͇̬̲̦̝̗͈̝͍̞̠̞̿̽̈̊́́͗̀̃͝ḩ̸̟̝̩͓͎̟͙̱̑̓̃͌̆̉͂̆̍̏͝h̴̡̩̤̹̞̙͈̋̍̌̈̔̓̆̄̇̀͛̉́̍͝ḩ̶̩́̃͗͗̏́̇́̂h̴̙͈͚̯̎̑͌a̸̡̡̛͕̼͔̳͎͓̺͔̮͎̺̬͗͒͊̈́͂̈̈̀̒͗̂͛̎̃͜͝ą̵̨̻̭͙̏́̆̀̇͘Ḁ̵̧̡̧̛̛̝͈̞̰̭̬̳̈́̆̓̎̈́̍͂̀͘̚͘͜͠͠À̵̛̮̘̊̀̑̚͝͝A̸͙͍̜͚̎̒̾͊̔̇̔̅A̶̡̫̗̫͇̞̙̻̮͔͖̳̮̖̽̂͆ͅḦ̷̼̠͉̈̈H̵̺͘H̷͖̱̝͖͉͗̐̊̐̓̌̏̄̊̇͑̽̚͝͝͠H̶̡̱͉̘͖͙͔̭͔̯̯͕̗͙̱͋H̴̠̺͇́̉͌͗̚Ḩ̵̢̫̳͓͚͚̻̫͉̞͇͇͓̝́͆̑̅̕͘͝͝"

[modharvest]

For the rest of our lives

[nottspocket]

Listen,,,, I saw these shorts and I just had to. Behold, mentor and mentee ft. horrible coping skills

[naturalbrutality]

redxriiot​:

         “Hie–what? WHAT?! It wasn’t THAT bad, was it?!”

         Shit, now he was getting a little flustered-

         “Oi, oi, c’mon, don’t tell me I’m the only one who’s got a thing for how strong Midoriya is?!”

   He’s going to continue munching away at his curry as if he’s not just a smidge jealous of Deku getting any praise/attention.

 No eye contact would be made before he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

  “Tch.Nerd’s built like a baked bean, the fuck you mean.”   (of coarse he knows that’s a lie.)     “Instead of fan girling over someone like him, maybe set your bar abit higher.... off the ground even. Shit I’ve got more definition than Deku for brains over there.”

[naturalbrutality]

  “If you wanna find out-”

“-you gotta fuck around a lil’.“

[naturalbrutality]

He just pinches the other boys arm, blinking at him expectantly as if he was seeing a ghost and testing it's existence.

Bakugou was just literally minding his own business, staring holes in the back of Izuku's head before he feels a sharp pain over his tricep.

"FFFF-" he'd recoil to find the perpetrator was none other than, Enji's prodigal son.

Cue The Well Deserved Chewing Out.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO CUT YOUR LIFE EXPECTANCY IN HALF ?! HAAAAAH HALF N' HALF BASTAAAARD ?!?!?"

clearly Katsuki found himself face to face with the duel quirked boy as he began to spark.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THAT STUPID LOOK ON YOUR FACE TOO?? DID YOU EXPECT A THANK YOU!?! RETORICAL QUESTION, NOW PREPARE TO D I E."

[soulrph]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!

LAST EDITED: 01/06/22

[ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.

[ ANGER ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

[ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

[ HEAT ]:      while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

[ COVER ]:     while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.

[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.

[ STOP ]:     in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.

[ FIGHT ]:     while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]:     sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

[ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…

[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.

[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.

[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).

[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.

[artemisianlapin]

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[wishmcker]

naturalbrutality:

u g h my fucking head.

Pushing himself to sit upright the blonde would run fine digits through his muddled dirty locks before finding a rather strawberry tinted Mochi looming over him.

“What the hell are you staring-“ -oh… right.

Bakugou would slap both his hand down over the offending area all while tearing away from her sheepish gaze and struggling to stand up.

THAT’S RIGHT - NOTHING HAPPENED.

“You got uh- wicked elbow on you, Uraraka.”

she sure as fuck did.. and he was pretty sure he lost a couple braincells to it.

She squirms and squeaks as she struggles to maintain eye contact with him. She hadn't ever expected to ever have such an effect on anyone, let alone Bakugō!

❝ Uh, thanks, ❞ Ochako manages, raising her eyes to stare at something adjacent to him. She draws her lips in to whistle awkwardly but it doesn't help, especially when he stands up and his blonde hair enters her line of vision.

She immediately looks down but that's her mistake.

Oh no...

❝ Is... Is that normal? ❞

Yep, nothing definitely happened.

[naturalbrutality]

       Is it-....normal.  For only a moment Bakugou’s visage turned to that of complete and utter skepticism. Sure he knew the general idea of female anatomy but-...surely women went through a similar reaction so to speak. Before the blonde could even manage a response his eyes had already begun to wander down to her own belt line. Well- of course it wouldn’t show...but....wait

  WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN THINKING.

  Two sweet scented palms would begin to spark as his body grew to a boiling point. This ticking time bomb’s minuscule fuse had been lit the moment he realized Ochako’s eyes had wandered as well.    “What are you-....”    H-AAAAHHHHH!?!?!?“DON’T FUCKIN LOOK AT IT !!!!-”

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[naturalbrutality]

redxriiot​:

        “Midoriya’s got the kinda strength where he could snap me like he did his bones all year, and I would fucken thank him.”

          “But then he’d prolly feel so bad if he ever did that…!”

    “-mngh ??”   Kirishima would find a way to ruin Bakugou’s appetite. 

But he’s going to finish his spoonful of rice before the possibility of him gagging and choking on it grows.

   “I need new (friends) extras to sit with.”

[naturalbrutality]

continued from; here

Between those goatish/snarky replies and the warm trailing of his own blood beginning to pool at torn/tattered boots, Bakugou’s sight would start to fog. Was his own feral desires being taunted? Of course. A villain would do no less in such life and death circumstances. “Tch-“

Katsuki’s tongue clicked harshly against the roof of his mouth. Their breaths nearly synchronized to the rapid beating of stale mated hearts. If given even an inch Izuku could have easily taken a life tonight, yet instead he chose to chase his own amusement behind that once familiar smile.

“Fuckin L i a r. Youd have gone straight for the eyes regardless, Dek- Izuku.”

katsuki would muse back if only to buy himself some time, his shackled wrists clanking as chapped and damaged lips continued to linger for only a moment longer. To pull away would mean for a better defense but with his hands bound… well perhaps close range wasnt in question. carmine spires would narrow, glancing off to the side where he had disarmed and kicked the shorter males knife off to before returning to Izukus listless gaze.

Bakugou was stuck. He’d need to find a way to reach it..

A deep heated exhale through flared nostrils would be his only attempt to calm himself and think. Psychological warfare it is…

[wishmcker]

NOTHING HAPPENED

[naturalbrutality]

u g h my fucking head.

Pushing himself to sit upright the blonde would run fine digits through his muddled dirty locks before finding a rather strawberry tinted Mochi looming over him.

“What the hell are you staring-“ -oh… right.

Bakugou would slap both his hand down over the offending area all while tearing away from her sheepish gaze and struggling to stand up.

THAT’S RIGHT - NOTHING HAPPENED.

“You got uh- wicked elbow on you, Uraraka.”

she sure as fuck did.. and he was pretty sure he lost a couple braincells to it.

[wishmcker]

naturalbrutality:

“H-“ AAAHHHH!?!?

His throat would hitch to the pink tinted finger pad pointed directly at his face, Ochako’s small frame seemingly adjusting to hold herself up after said declaration. Before he could even retort Bakugou would flinch somewhat as the brunette’s current position gave way to some … new found anatomical …reactions. It wasn’t like the boy had girls falling on him left and right much less even touching him. Usually any females reaction to his resting bitch face was that of retreat. And yet here he was. In close enough proximity to see every detail, her nose as it crinkled behind an embarrassed squeak, her brunette locks slightly tussled from their impact, even her soft scent.

Carmine spires would narrow, the predicament at hand being their….indecent position and it had to be handled before anything else. Perhaps Ochako hadn’t realized it yet but Bakugou, too aware of his own body had instinctively/ gently gripped his classmates hips. An upward pulling motion allowed him to properly sit up while dragging the softer students lower half to sit over his pelvic bone (just below his abs) instead. It was a smooth and swift motion yet now he remained literally face to face with the girl he quit frankly ‘poked’.

What the hell was he to say after both hero’s in training literally confessed they found eachother aesthetically pleasing, much less confirming it with -…well.. ehem. Regardless Bakugou would meet those deep brown hues staring right back at him, the ever creeping shade of crimson equally shared over his own visage as he stayed completely still.

Never in his life had he been speechless until now.

All he could really utter to try to play off the situation was

“I .. uh… th-thanks?” smooth Bakugou.

One hand of hers is still curled into his shirt, and Ochako had been more distracted by thoughts ghosting through her mind to really any notice of their current position. Her emotions are running wild, confusion and elatedness proving themselves to be the most dominant as they swim about to fight for control. She is trying to remain as calm as she can, but Bakugō is making it increasingly details, especially as he continues to look at her with haunting eyes (have his eyes always been so pretty?) and the way his hands seem to sear at her back.

His hands move further down to grip at her hips and her breath hitches as he moves her, and her brows draw together in the middle at the action. Her face remains red but it seems to only bring the two closer together and she glances.

❝ You're welcome, ❞ she manages, taking in a shaky breath again. Her gaze remains on him, as though trying to gauge his own reaction and work out exactly where to go from here. Her heartbeat is thrumming against her ears, rattling against her ribcage in a way that it never has before, so she shifts so that her legs spread further and she can sit more comfortably. Something feels strange and she moves again, looking at him. ❝ Bakugō-kun? ❞

He seems... awfully stiff all of a sudden.

And that's when it hits her.

❝ Oh... OH! ❞ Ochako gasps, hands rising to his shoulders and attempting to push herself up and away from him. Her face has once again melted from a deep shade of red, and she wants nothing more than to allow herself to float away into the stratosphere as she had nearly done only moments before. But it's to no avail at first for he is holding her.

The brunette finally manages and she barrels herself up, crawling away.

As she rolls away, her elbow aims for his face, and she's sure she has accidentally hit him, but it's all she can do as she scrambles to stand up.

❝ Oh no, I-I'm so sorry, ❞ she yells, completely aghast at herself. ❝ That was hard-- But, oh! NO! Not in that way! ❞

[naturalbrutality]

“WAIT !! CHEEKS STOP- ngh -STOP… WRIGGLING AROU-“ It didn’t take long for the blood rushing to his face to start migrating ‘elsewhere’ as friction from her struggling only made things considerably worse. At this point he couldn’t even hear her apologizing over the beating of his own heart against Bakugou’s eardrums. Biology was truly a twisted subject in this sense.

Once his hardened and calloused hands lost grip over the brunettes waistline he’d struggle to peer through half lidded crimson spires only to feel both an absence of weight and a flying elbow headed straight for his face. But there was no time to react before-

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With a residual flop Katsuki’s head would once against meet the dirt beneath them. His body lay limp in some ways more than others.

Who knew uraraka had such a deadly elbow on her, not Bakugou. And even in his battered and rag doll shape, his body would continue to speak for him as most boys his age did.