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[satinslut]

Hi!!! I’m Sil!!! Be nice to me please or I’ll throw up.

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[ndsoda]

my favorite lawyer ⚖️

[satinslut]

more of my lil katsuki x assistant!reader

And it’s just like,,once Katsuki realizes that he has feelings for you he turns so fucking sour. It’s all rancid and gross, heavy in his chest and he hates how his heart stutters whenever you’re near. He really doesn’t know how to act, so his words become more clipped, he’s more irritable and he’s definitely avoiding you. But at the same time, he really doesn’t mean to come off so cross, he’s just confused on how to approach these feelings. Never felt something so deep for someone before, yk? Like yes, in another post I mentioned that he’s attracted to people, but he’s not actively pursuing them because it’s not that deep of an affection—all surface level shit until you come around. Like he can admit someone's attractive but that's it, y'all understand what im sayin?? Day in and day out he’s spent with you at the office. You’ve seen him tired, broken, weary. All bloody and mussed from just completed missions. You’ve seen him at his worst and you still stayed around. And y’all aren’t even together so just like….for someone who’s only known him for maybe a year, year and half max to see him so flayed out and vulnerable while being fucking platonic is just crazy work to Katuski. Cause the only people who’ve ever seen him like that is his family and close friends (namely Izuku and I’ve got a whole fuckin bunch to say on their platonic dependancy, but that’s for another time). And on top of it all, mentioned prior, but Katsuki has never been this attracted to anyone, im not talking about physical attraction either! Like this man wants you, needs you in all aspects you may come as. In the quietness, the calm, the anger and all the foulness, he reveres the person you are. He has learned you, just as you have him and that’s what makes him so sick. DO YALL UNDERSTANNNDDDD??!!!

[satinslut]

smthn smthn like fratboy!gojo and nerd!gojo are twins who go to the same university as reader. oh there is something VILE cooking in my head rn BAHAHAHHAA

[spacelabrathor]

if you don't mind me asking...what would be the best way to get closer to bakugou? i'm always daydreaming, and i was wondering how we would meet him, and how we would stay in contact with him...it would be very, very difficult wouldn't it?

like, maybe you end up working together?

i feel like you'd have to force his ass

i firmly believe you have to befriend bakugo the way you do a cat. you can't want it too bad, or he's going to sense it and scratch the fuck outta you before trotting away with his tail held high lol

i think since he's not someone who makes efforts to be social or seek out friendships, you have to be in a position where you spend extended amounts of time with him regularly - like you work at the same company or are in the same class. he is categorically demisexual so i think the only way he's becoming friends with anyone (let alone anything more) is with repeated mandatory exposure to each other lol.

i also think personality wise, bakugo likes people who are competent and honest. i think he has an incredible knack for sniffing out insincerity or fakeness and he despises it when he sees it in people (see: him immediately reading shindo as full of shit). i do think he likes confidence in other people and he can definitely be goaded easily into bickering with someone else with a strong personality that he won't end up actually hating.

i think he gravitates more towards people who will push back at him if he's being a dick - because he knows he can be a dick and he doesn't trust himself to always self-police that himself, even with all the agency-mandated therapy he went to. he doesn't want to have to worry about being gruff or a jerk and wounding you - so he definitely is drawn to more spicy people, even though it ineveitably leads to...conflict lol. some serious and some not.

[satinslut]

Midoriya has more game than Bakugou does, idc what anyone says. Bakugou cannot flirt or even try to run game to save his fuckin' life.

[satinslut]

Bakugou is so fucking loser coded it's actually insane.

[satinslut]

prohero!bakugou x sidekick!reader

a/n: uh yuhhh, childhood bestie turned sidekick

wc: 628

“Hey, loser,” Katsuki roughly bumped his shoulder against yours while his fingers typed away at his phone. “Mom’s askin’ about you coming over for dinner; said she was making your favorite. I don't feel like getting chewed out by her, so just fucking come over.” 

The work day had ended and as usual, you and Katsuki walked to your cars together. A routine the two of you had silently adjusted to after years of working together. He’d always walk you to yours first. A grumble coming from his chest about how slow you were and that’s the only reason why he always opened your door for you. 

Today, though, both of you were dead tired as you trudged to your cars. Summer always brought more crime, something about the heat excited everyone, you reasoned. 

Mush for legs and arms, the limbs felt like they’d fall off any moment. So, when Katsuki bumped against you, you stumbled on your feet just slightly.

“Woah–” you went to catch yourself, but Katsuki’s hand had already shot out to grab ahold of your elbow to steady you. He glared in your direction before angling his phone closer to his face. You let a shit-eating grin explode onto your face.

“Don’t say shit, or I’ll trip you myself.”

“But you caught me.” You teased.

He made a sound in his throat, ears just slightly red. Though you could feel him shift closer to you, just slightly and with a scowl set deep into his face. 

Your arms would bump against one another, bodies just a little too close for coworkers, friends. His hand would brush against yours sometimes. Just enough so that you could feel the scars littering it, rough and calloused. 

You bumped at his shoulder as he did yours earlier—a tad too forcefully, because he ended up bumping into one of the parked cars. You felt a stutter in your heart at the way he comically fell against the hood. Laugh uncontrollable as you doubled over, you tried to pull yourself together as you went to go check on him.

“You fuckin—!” He started, eyes bulged out of his head from how angry he was. 

“Sorry, sorry. That was my bad, boss.” You were gripping him by the shoulders, hands slightly trembling from holding in your laughter. A deep breath later, you finally collected yourself enough to stare up at him in worry. 

“Are you okay, though? That actually looked like it hurt, I’m really fuckin’ sorry.” Eyebrows scrunched together forced creases onto your head, and Katsuki was quick to smooth the lines away. He hadn’t realized what he was doing as he blankly stared down at you in some sort of reverie, but when he came to, he snatched his body out of your hold and shoved sweaty hands into his pockets. 

“I’m fuckin’ fine, strong ass. Might reconsider callin’ you my damn sidekick,” he cursed under his breath and upturned his face away from you. Katsuki felt a little too warm for comfort, his stomach flipping annoyingly and what the hell was this feeling in his chest?! Gooey and icky, it almost made him feel disgusted. He stomped forward towards where your car had finally come into vision, and yanked the door open roughly. A sharp gesture with a tut of his chin told you to get in the car.

Settling yourself, you buckled your seatbelt as Katsuki leaned against the roof of the car. 

“I’ll let my mom know you're coming so she’ll shut the hell up. Hurry up and go with your slow ass driving.” He said in finality, slamming your car door for you. You watched as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, stalking off to his car parked a few away from yours.

[pacifistsworstnightmare-archive]

you’re on the couch after dinner, wine in hand, work laptop open. katsuki’s just showered, still damp but in comfy clothes now, pacing around the living room with that leftover adrenaline in his bones.

he’s grumbling about patrol— “shitty civilians didn’t even get outta the way— backup was late— could’ve done it all myself, y’know—”

you hum, only half-listening, eyes on your screen as you finish off some last minute charts and send off some emails. but he’s watching you. waiting for you to look up, acknowledge him.

finally, you sigh, close the laptop, and pat the cushion beside you.

“c’mere.”

he hesitates, like he’s too proud, but he drops down beside you anyway, arms crossed. still buzzing.

you lean in, brush a strand of damp hair off his forehead, kiss his temple. voice low, warm, not even thinking twice:

“that’s better. good boy.”

you feel him freeze. his breath catches, shoulders stiff. he turns his head, ears pink, glaring at you like you'd just cussed him out.

“...the fuck’d y'just call me?”

but his voice is quieter than it should be.

you smile, sip your wine. “said you're a good boy, sweetheart.” slow. deliberate.

oh.

he’s done for.

his knee bounces, fists clench, eyes dart like he can’t decide if he wants to argue or just crawl into your lap.

he tries the bratty route first, of course. “you can’t just— fuckin’ say shit like that!”

but he’s already leaning closer. seeking you out like you're the fucking sun.

you set your glass down, pull him in by the jaw, thumb brushing his cheekbone. whisper:

“but you're so good for me, katsuki.”

he exhales like you just unplugged him. melts sideways into you, face pressed against your neck, body heavy. muttering, “hate you… fuckin’ hate you…” while his hand fists in your shirt like he’ll drown without it.

he’s tucked into your side now, muttering into your shoulder like a sulky cat, your shirt damp where his hair’s still a little wet. you start stroking through it absentmindedly, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know he loves.

he huffs. shifts a little, trying to bury his face deeper.

“your hair’s getting a bit long again,” you murmur, gentle tease in your voice.

he stiffens. pulls back just enough to glare at you, eyes half-lidded, cheeks pink.

“the hell’s that supposed to mean? thought you liked my hair.”

you laugh softly, smoothing a stubborn spike flat with your palm. “i do, katsuki. i’m just saying. i can hardly see your ears anymore.”

“tch. maybe i don’t want you to see ‘em.”

you tilt your head. “oh? shy about your ears now, handsome?”

he growls, turns his face away, but you catch the corner of his mouth twitching. he’s fighting a smile.

you keep scratching gently through the soft damp strands, nails grazing his scalp. “i like it either way. long, short… it’s yours. i’ll always like it. i just know you like to keep it shorter at that back.”

his breath stutters. he goes quiet for a bit.

“… you’re a fuckin’ sap, y’know that?”

but his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer.

if this boy had a tail, it'd be wagging by now.

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[myherokatsukibakugo]

Bakugo at his prime. Mmm.

[beybuniki]

triple baka

[epiphainie]

i would die alone and have my carcass be eaten by vultures before i talk to chatgpt like it's my boyfriend

[sammansonn]

[spreadassholesdotorg]

[mintmatcha]

sick and twisted breeding fantasy of older farmer convincing a pretty young thing to be his wife. h

she blushes and twitters under his attention, but denies him, claiming "papa would never let me!"

and the farmer thinks that her pa cant refuse if theres a bump growing....

[mintmatcha]

invites her over as a friend to just sit on his porch, with heavy pours of cherry bounce and sweet wine. he assures her nothing funny will happen, cause they wont even go inside his home....

[mintmatcha]

"im gonna keep asking you to be my baby 'til you say yes."

she buries her head into his shoulder with a bashful giggle, the alcohol starting to hit.

"my dad wants me to date boys my own age."

"you dont need a boy," his hand slips on to her thigh. "you need a man. "

"what's the difference?"

"man's gonna take care of you. bring home money, keep you happy, hold you at night-" in a bold move, he reaches up her skirt and pats the front of her pussy. her hands fly down to clasp at his wrists, but he doesnt move away. keeping his hand there, he thinks, will get her used to his touch. "a man makes this feel real good."

he curls a single finger, running over her clothed slit.

"a boy would just stick his cock in here," he hums. "but a man knows to play with his wife. make her feel real good. keep her full."

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[satinslut]

katsuki x assistant!reader

synopsis: katsuki doesn't really care much for romance, he has better things to do. it all kinda just hit him out of nowhere when you came around, though.

wc: ~1359

a/n: reader used to work under Endeavor's agency prior to being Bakugou's assistant,,part of my lil assistant!reader thing I got goin on.

Katsuki had never kissed anyone. Never wanted to either, really. The idea always made him feel icky, all goopy and gross. Made him feel disgusted at the thought of something so intimate. Like he’d been covered in honey and left in the sun. Too sticky, too intimate, too vulnerable. Things that he wasn’t sure he was ready to show someone, or reciprocate either. 

But it was different with you. 

He wasn’t sure when he realized the switch in his own demeanor. Maybe when you started to show up more in his life. Staying later at the office with him, letting him drop you off at home after stopping by the bar for a quick bite and a drink to wind down from the work day. Maybe when he realized that you could read his silence, that you were still there after all his gruffness and spite. The disgust turned into warmth in his chest, settling in his throat. Made his tongue feel heavy and thick behind his teeth. 

He liked how your lips moved, how they were his favorite feature. Curling and pouting, all teeth and joy when you smiled. Katsuki caught himself staring more than he’d like to admit; memorizing how they shaped around your words. 

You stood in front of him, planner open as you flipped back and forth between the pages. Something about scheduling and upcoming events poured from your lips, pursed tight as your eyebrow furrowed in thought. Unconsciously, your pen came to settle between teeth. Katuski was not listening at all, didn’t hear a single word. Just watched the way your lips moved, how the pen pressed and created a pout on your lower lip. 

“Mr. Dynamight, are you even listening?”

His body stuttered in his seat, lazy gaze going from your lips up to your eyes. He took his time, too. Like he didn’t care he was caught, like he wanted you to know. Red eyes trailing slowly from your cupid’s bow, up to the point of your nose; Katsuki’s gaze drank you in. 

You could feel yourself flush. Holding the planner a little tighter to quell the nervous shake in your hands, you cleared your throat and continued. 

“You have a pile of missions that need to be backlogged. I’m taking home half the stack, and will finish the rest when I get in tomorrow. We’re already behind schedule on a few.” 

Katsuki’s eyes lingered on your cupid’s bow for a second before flitting up to your eyes again. Slowly blinking up at you, he didn’t respond right away. Eyes dark, unreadable as he leaned back in his chair with spread legs. His eyebrow creased lower, sneer no longer prominent. 

He wanted to kiss you. 

The thought should have honestly made him nauseous, irreverent. Instead it made him irritated with a pit of something uncomfortable sloshing around in his stomach. He gripped a little tighter at the leather of his armrests, and let a huff of air leave his nose. 

“Yeah,” he muttered, low and with a rumble from his chest. “I’m listening.” 

Something zinged inside you, hit deep in your stomach and furled across your back. It had you quickly turning your attention down to your planner as you flipped through, blatantly ignoring what had just transpired. 

A soft tuft of air exhaled through your nose before you continued. “Glad to have your attention for once.” You were still staring down at the planner, eyes refusing to lift. Even still, you could feel his gaze locked onto you. Heavy, hot, something swirled in your stomach and made you let out another heavy breath. 

The silence from him stretched as you continued reading over the activities for the week. Not uncomfortable, no, but something had shifted. It crackled in the air, charged it with something salacious. It had you stuttering over your words and shifting your weight from one leg to another–full of nerves and indecency. 

A quick peek up to Katuski, and you saw his jaw clench. His eyes were still locked onto you, eyelids low. 

Katsuki couldn’t figure it out. Could not decide between what was worse: the way your lips curled around your words, or how you were acting so casual with what just transpired. Like he had not just been caught staring at your lips, like he had not just silently admitted that, yeah, he really wanted to kiss you.

The chair squeaked slightly as he shifted in it, legs spreading just a little further. You ignored how he adjusted his pants before propping his elbows up on the armrests, chin rested on his folded and raised hands. He leaned forward, tilting his head up with eyes still locked onto you. 

“You always take work home?” He asked, voice mellow. Still gruff and with a slight rasp, though. 

You hesitated for a second, pen caught between fingers. “Yeah, Endeavor always piled too much onto our desks, so it was either that, or get fired.”

Katsuki hummed and gave a slow blink. 

“Don’t need you wearing yourself thin for me, I can take it home.” 

That made you pause for a second. Made you finally look up at him, a quick peek and then down again when you saw he was still staring at you. You steeled your nerves, knowing he was going to be looking when you flit your gaze up in finality. His face was blank, unreadable. A little too tired looking around the edges of his eyes still, but he still held his focus solely on you. Honest looking, like he was trying to tell you something that he couldn’t express himself. 

You pursed your lips, frowned a little and closed your planner. “I don’t mind, it’s part of the job.” A shrug of your shoulders and you shuffled your weight from one leg to the other, a little uncomfortable at how your boss was still staring at you. You felt like you could not–should not–break eye contact with him, like he’d trapped you. You licked your lips, a nervous habit, and his gaze dropped back down again immediately. Just for a second, but you saw it, felt it. 

Neither of you said a thing as you finally broke eye contact with him, gaze turning towards the clock on the wall. 

“I’ll be in early to try and get some more of this stuff organized. Try to get some rest tonight, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

Katsuki leaned back in his seat again with a slow breath through his nose, watching as you turned to grab your bag. He wanted to say something, anything. Wait. Or even Thanks. Something pulled at him, he didn’t want you to go just yet.

But he didn’t. Just stayed silent, staring. 

You gave a final look back at him, a small wave before you turned and headed out the door. 

The office door clicked softly behind you, and Katuski felt himself settle back into his being. He grumbled a few curses under his breath and let a rough hand swipe down his face.

“What the fuck,” he mumbled quietly to himself, nerves finally hitting. Something gross flowed through his veins. Curiosity? Lust? He wasn’t too sure, but he didn’t like how goopy you made him feel. Katsuki never felt nervous, he was annoyed by his own heart. He wanted you to come back, wanted you to stay with him while he shuffled through the papers on his desk and responded back to emails. He wanted to hear you list off the tasks for the day, wanted to just listen to you talk, really. Wanted to see your face scrunch in confusion when another mission was mislogged, to see you.

And it absolutely disgusted him. Something rancid and soppy sat in his mouth, and when he tried to swallow it, it just sat in his chest. He kissed his tongue against his teeth, and forced himself to stand from his seat. A shake of his head as he felt the irritation settle in his heart. He pulled at the hairs on the back of his neck, and with a grumble, grabbed his belongings before heading out of the office. 

[satinslut]

Cause like ,, Katsuki can only fall in love with someone if he knows them prior to. Do yk what I mean? Like he doesn’t look at someone and go ‘wow they’re attractive I want to go on a date with them and get to know them.’ It’s more so like, ‘oh you’re my coworker who’s kinda just ingrained themselves in my life. Oh, you show up and you’re here everyday too, cool, but leave me tf alone. Oh wait, when did we start eating lunch together at work, when did this translate to going out for drinks after a particularly rough day? You got me this coffee on your way in without asking me? How did I end up walking you to your car?? How long have we been standing here talking? Ohhh wait you’re actually kinda pretty? What the fuck nahhh I’m not doing that. Leave me alone, no I don’t like you. Wait, actually I’m lying to you and myself, maybe I do need and want you around.’ DO YALL UNDERSTAND????? He’s not not attracted to people, but he’s not gonna just go out seeking someone for that reason alone yk? It’s all a slow buildup and sudden realization that goddamn he does like you more than just your features, but that comes with disgust and irritation cause he doesn’t know how to handle the thought of romance, being romantic. Having to open his heart and bare himself to you. That his flaws are not all bad and ugly. He gets there eventually, albeit it took him a minute to convince himself. You just really have to be patient with him and let him figure these things out himself, cause if you try to force it he’s gonna force you and his attraction away for good. Trust he’ll come to you when he’s ready, not sooner than that though.