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Christmas Headcanons

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki S. x reader

A/N: so I’m randomly making this because I think my blog needs some Christmas Headcanons and I myself love Bakugo so he’s a given but I know there are some Deku and Todoroki fans that may like my fics somewhere so I added them on for ✨v a r i e t y✨

Fluff

Bakugo

Bakugo was never one that was super big on Christmas, like don’t get me wrong, he didn’t dislike Christmas he just didn’t really care

The only thing he liked about it was getting presents and bragging about them to his friends

He only ever got presents from his parents and Deku because he never EVER bought people gifts

That was until he went to UA and he met you and the rest of the Bakusquad

Who all LOVE Christmas

His first year there he still refused to buy any of them Christmas gifts but no ho ho the others didn’t think the same

You got him an All Might figure

Kiri got him new gloves cause he kept burning through his

Mina got him a mini Christmas tree, which he acted particularly upset about because ‘I don’t even give a fuck about Christmas Pinky!’ He liked it though which was obvious to everyone else

Denki got him a bra for his ‘bakutitties’, Sero had to tape him to the wall to make sure Denki wasn’t gruesomely murdered

Sero got him a cool black and orange hoodie Bakugo was taped to the wall again just for fun and as an extra gift from Sero

He felt bad, so he went and got everyone something for New Years ‘since it’s a tradition in his family. Tch.’ and not because he didn’t get them anything for Christmas

After that first year, he liked Christmas a lot more

You watch Die Hard multiple times every year because Bakugo thinks it’s the only “Christmas” movie worth watching

You agree but force him to watch other movies too

He only does it so you guys can cuddle, he denies that though

“You pulled me into your side before the intro was finished and you’re gonna say you don’t like cuddles?” “No I didn’t dumbass, shut the fuck up! ....and play another one.” “YOU DONT EVEN LIKE CHRSITMAS MOVIES! YOU JUST LIKE CUDDLES! ADMIT IT.” “NO I FUCKING DONT, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN ON THE GRINCH OR SOME SHIT!” “YOU ARE THE GRINCH! Wait don’t leave 🥺” “tch. Come here.”

You guys cuddle a lot in general because you’re both touch starved, but Christmas time makes it more normal so you guys cuddle a lot more

Like a lot

Not in public though, bakubaby isn’t a fan of PDA except hand holding ‘cause it’s cold’

But if you’re alone or in the 1-A building you guys cuddle all the time. You’re in the common room on a couch, boom cuddling. You’re doing homework together, boom sitting in his lap. You’re watching a movie in his bed, boom spooning.

He makes you special homemade hot chocolate

And regular chocolate

And literally anything you want

You buy him special spicy chocolate cause you can’t cook for shit, or at least not good enough for Bakugo

You tried once and burned chocolate at 3 in the morning, setting off the fire alarm, and causing everyone to have to evacuate. He made fun of you for a good month or 2 after that. He honestly still does

You buy and force him to wear ugly Christmas sweaters every year

You buy some for the bakusquad too

You have epic snow battles, like, I almost broke your nose and had a flu half of break after spending hours in freezing weather snow battles

You’re both competitive though, so you both end up either never winning or having the same amount of wins and it pisses you both off sooooooo much

You both spend days looking for the perfect gift for each other after getting together

Like you have a straight up list for everytime he even slightly hints at liking something because he sure as hell won’t tell you what he wants

You got him new mountain climbing equipment, an All Might poster, and a shirt that said ‘I’m stupid’ so you could wear the ‘im with stupid’ one

You spend Christmas Eve at one of your houses and Christmas Day at the other

You’re parents buy you and Bakugo matching Pajamas for Christmas Day, whether it’s at your house or his

When he opens your gift he’s vibing until the shirt. He glares at you so hard, that if you didn’t know he was whipped for you, you probably would have pissed yourself.

You laughed instead which caused a long string of curses

After opening gifts you guys spend the day cuddling and having snowball fights then going out with the Bakusquad for Christmas desserts

Deku

Deku looooooooves Christmas

He’s one of those people who claim to like buying people gifts more than getting gifts

Like he buys gifts for everyone in the class. And the teachers. And principal Nezu. And all his favorite pro-heros. And his mom. And that random homeless dude on the street. And his favorite food place’s employees. And just everyone.

He goes broke every year

He’s a liar though, he loves opening gifts. Sometimes he feels bad, but if it has something to do with All Might, he’ll let himself forget the price

The first year at UA, you suggested secret Santa for the Dekusquad and everyone loved it, especially Deku

Deku got Uraraka

Uraraka got You

You got Todoroki

Todoroki got Iida

Iida got Tsuyu

and Tsuyu got Deku

Deku, Iida and you went alllllll out

Urakaka tried to get something good but she didn’t have a lot to spend

~Baby’s broke 👊🏼😔

Todoroki didn’t really care and just asked Deku what Iida would want

Tsuyu got Deku the first All Might thing she saw above 10 dollars

You and Deku mega bonded while being stressed over gifts and started having gift shopping dates hangouts

You went out on your first date together a few days after Christmas, when Deku realized he couldn’t keep using Christmas shopping as an excuse to hang out

The next year, during Christmas, you did everything together

Decorate your dorms, decorate the common room, go gift shopping, ambush Iida with snowballs, cuddle, watch Christmas movies and so on

You and Deku 100% recreate Hallmark Christmas movies with the Dekusquad. They all vibe, except Todoroki because he thinks it is so stupid

Deku’s mom knits everyone from the Dekusquad ugly Christmas sweaters with their initials on it every year

Your family invites Deku and his mom over to have Christmas dinner with them

You buy him the most limited edition All Might stuff you can find

You stay up all night just so you can order it as soon as you can, you will literally camp outside of stores in snow so you can get it for him

He does the same for your interest though so it’s worth it

And it’s especially worth it when you get to see his eyes light up when he sees what you got him

You both open presents separately with your family in the morning, but you meet up a few hours before dinner to exchange your gifts to each other and get hot chocolate from your favorite cafe

Bonus story: One time you and Deku decided to go to a cat cafe on a whim and saw Aizawa sensei laying on his back in the middle of the cafe with cats all over him. You all stared at each other until you and Deku slowly backed out of the cafe. You 3 never brought it up. But you and Deku laughed about the 32 customer of the month pictures of Aizawa that were on the wall.

Deku has straight up cried opening your gifts before

You love him so much 🥺💕😩

And when you open your gift and get the goofy smile full of love on your face, Deku can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy on Earth.

It’s just both your favorite time of the year

Todoroki

Todoroki never celebrated Christmas with his family unless it was for plublicity or something

His mom would buy him and his siblings all small gifts but she didn’t have much freedom to go and get anything big or really wanted by the kids

They all appreciated it nonetheless

So when the Dekusquad forced asked him to join the secret santa, he didn’t know what to do at all

So he went to you and to get you to help him find a perfect gift for his secret santa person, which was Uraraka

You agreed to help, being the amazing significant other that you are

You were no help, at all. You could not stop laughing when he pulled up dumb gifts

And when you found out what you were going to get him for Christmas you teased him and gave him hints every 5 minutes just to annoy him

So he ended up going to Deku and Iida because one was serious all the time and the other was so obsessed with Christmas, he changed his comforter to be All Might in a Christmas hat

They helped a lot more

He still enjoyed hanging out with you though

You and todoroki have weekly ‘Make fun of Hallmark Movies’ nights each week, starting at the beginning of December obviously and going until January.

You stay up til like 4 in the morning cuddling and having fights about who’s the most annoying character

You always buy Todoroki candy canes because ‘look sho, they look just like you, and they’re sweet like you too’

Cue the mass amount of blushing everytime you say anything remotely nice to him ever

For Christmas you got him a few things but the best is an Endeavor dart board. You saw it and got it with no hesitation.

Your gift for him consists of his dart board, mini candy canes, a soba place gift card, and a coupon book, hand-made, full of coupons that just say ‘cuddle with Y/N’

One of his gifts for you is an ‘I hate endeavor shirt’ because if he’s the president of the ‘I Hate Endeavor’ club, you’re Vice President.

The amount of times Todoroki has had to stop you from attacking his dad on sight is higher than the amount of people All Might has saved

But the other gifts really depend on what you like, because baby doesn’t wanna disappoint you, not after he has been disappointed every Christmas until you

Todoroki 100% always comes over for Christmas. Your parents would drag Todoroki from his house if they had too

He comes over Christmas Eve and spends the night, then stays for everything. Opening gifts, stockings, Christmas dinner, etc.

He even has his own stocking with his name embroidered on it

When he opened your gift the evil smile he had on his face made you know it was perfect

And the soba place card made him just as happy, he’s so lucky to have you

He loves the giddy face you have as you open the shirt first and put it right on over your pajamas

Wow he loves you

Wow you love him

ughhvix

please please PLEASE do a part 2 of the 'nerd ya out' fic i need more😞💓

☆ nerd ya... in?!

— a haikyuu fanfic // you might have feelings for the class nerd.

continuation of nerd ya out! synopsis: your class nerd, kuroo tetsurou was supposed to be a commodity, use 'n throw for whenever you wanted your assignments done. however, seems like things are changing for the two of you. pairing: afab! mean!reader x nerd!kuroo wc: 6.6k (what was that about it being a short drabble? yeah.) cw: shimizu, fratboy! oikawa, fratboy! iwaizumi cameo. kuroo kinda goes feral?? sm*t. p in v. jealousy. dom!kuroo. mean!kuroo. cre*mpie. marathon. p*ssy spanking. egd*ng. overst*mulation. multiple position. multiple org*sms [both m, f]. crying. b*mbofication. that's it??? let me know if i missed any :p old m.list | new m.list

☆ assignment 42.

"if anyone—" your eyes widen to emphasize, your body juts forward as you jab your index finger right into his solid chest. "and i mean, anyone asks if I was with you tonight, what do you say?"

kuroo blinks at you, slow to react. "that I haven't seen you."

"if I was with you last night?"

"same answer." he scratches the back of his head — still naked, on his bed where you two had fucked not twenty minutes prior. his neck and face are still flushed, hair a mess of his usual spikes and the ones you had tugged and formed.

"okay, and if i was with you the day i was supposed to be at oikawa's houseparty?"

kuroo obediently answers, "same answer, still."

"okay." you breath in deeply, "also remember to add that we haven't seen each other in a very long time." you add strictly. "add that. add that we haven't seen each other in a long, looong time."

ok-sougo

caught humping your fwb's pillow!

contains: smut, friends-with-benefits relationship (but they're kinda in love?)

you truly thought he wouldn’t be back from the gym for a while.

he’d texted “sorry, caught in traffic—eta is 7, make yourself at home”, before giving you the code for the keypad to his apartment and telling you to let yourself in.

the only reason you’d come to his place was because you were horny beyond relief, having not seen him for weeks—you’d hesitated to call him until the last possible minute because the more time you spent being intimate with him, the less you were able to prevent yourself from actually liking him as more than a glorified dildo.

now you had to wait for the better part of an hour until he came back, and, well, patience was never your strongest virtue, so here you are: on his bed, straddling his pillow, desperately grinding down on it like a touch-starved lunatic. you’re shirtless, panting, soaked between your legs and shamefully close already. the scent of him is everywhere, stupidly clean and boyish.

your brain knows it’s not him, but your body is very easy to lie to when it’s been weeks since the two of you were together. you were about to go insane. so, this is what it’s come to.

you grow self-aware that this is a painfully pathetic thing to do: rubbing your clit on the fabric of his pillow, closing your eyes so you can almost pretend it’s him. but you can’t focus on the embarrassment of it all when you’re alone and the friction feels so fucking good.

you’re mid-roll, biting back a moan, when you hear the faint click of the door opening.

you freeze, waiting for the thumping of your heartbeat to die down so you can assess whether he’s actually here or if you’d imagined it. you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom at an alarmingly rapid rate. only then do you try to roll over into an inconspicuous position.

except the blanket is tangled around your calves and the pillow is still wedged embarrassingly between your thighs, and by the time you manage to yank it out and chuck it towards the foot of the bed, he’s already standing there—his surprised expression very quickly morphing into amusement. “hey.”

you resist the urge to hide your head in your palms in shame. maybe he didn’t even notice anything. “oh, hi.”

for a moment, you think you’ve gotten away with it. he moves over to the closet, turns his back to you, and changes—while you try not to look too hard because it certainly won’t help the predicament between your legs.

he approaches the bed again—just stands next to it, one eyebrow raised, looking down at you. he looks criminally good right now and doesn’t seem in any hurry to stop smirking at you like that.

“soooo,” he says slowly, “what’s the pillow’s name? should i be jealous?”

dammit, he noticed. you groan, rolling away from him in the fetal position. “oh my god. it was just—”

“oh, no, no. don’t get shy now,” he laughs, sitting beside you on the bed and putting both hands on your knees, turning you around so you’re facing him. “that was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen! you were really riding it, baby. does it really smell that much like me? did you miss me that much?”

your cheeks flush, both at the pet name and his words. you throw a pillow at him—a different one—but he shoves it aside and crawls onto the bed with you. his hands settle on either side of your waist, warm and still slightly calloused from the barbell. his voice drops lower, sweeter. “you could’ve told me just how much you needed me. would’ve run all the way back for ya.”

you roll your eyes, but your face is still burning. “don't let it get to your head. i mean, you were caught up in traffic, so—”

“too caught up to make you feel good?” he says, leaning in until his nose brushes yours. “never.”

you pull back an inch, because every time he says shit like this, it almost gives you the illusion that you two might be something more than just fuck buddies. but you don’t dwell on that sentiment for long because he starts kissing you, and he’s annoyingly good at making you forget how to form a coherent string of thoughts.

his hands slide lower, dipping just below the waistband of your panties, slowly inching them down your legs. all the while, he’s murmuring in your ear—“so desperate you humped my pillow, huh? that’s my girl” and “you have no idea how much that turned me on”—in between kisses.

after you’ve finally kicked off your panties, you begin tugging at his sweatpants, trying to pull them down, but he stops you. “i want you to continue where you left off.” he nods towards the pillow at the foot of the bed, at the visibly dark patch where your wetness soaked through.

“seriously?”

“you heard me. pretend like i never walked in, and you’re still humping my pillow like some needy little thing. i want to watch.”

you’re embarrassed all over again, and incredibly turned on. you reach for the pillow and wedge it between your thighs. the moment it rubs against your bare pussy, you let out a gasp.

“go on,” he instructs. “what you were doing before.”

you gently roll your hips, and he shakes his head. “sweetheart, what happened to all that passion i saw when i walked in? don’t tell me my presence killed your libido.”

you rock harder, building up speed, until the ache between your thighs almost overpowers the embarrassment of having him watching. you close your eyes, falling into a rhythm, before you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you grow needier. the stimulation to your clit isn’t nearly enough. you put a hand up your shirt to flick one of your nipples, letting out a moan at the pleasure, your other hand gripping the pillow.

he moves closer and lifts your shirt over your head, then uses his own hand to rub your neglected nipple. you freeze for a moment, surprised at his sudden touch.

you blink up at him, breath shallow, body still buzzing with desire. “this is so fucking embarrassing with you watching,” you protest, although you’ve never felt hotter in your life.

“sweetheart, that’s the point.” he smiles, just a tad condescendingly. “but you’ll keep going, right? you were close, weren’t you? crying my name like the pillow was my face. you’ve already made a mess—might as well finish what you started.”

“unless,” he adds, "you don’t actually want me to help you come today. is that it?"

you glare at him, jaw tight, pretending like his words aren’t making your clit throb even more. grinding onto the pillow and pressing your thighs together again, you exaggerate the roll of your hips, the arch of your back, and your wrecked, breathy moans. you want to drive him crazy, to make him need you as much as you do him.

“that’s it,” he murmurs. had you opened your eyes, you would’ve seen how desperately he’s palming his cock through his pants. he feels like he could cum just watching you. “just like before. pretend i’m not here. pretend it’s just you and my pillow and the ache between your legs you can’t stop thinking about because you missed me so fucking much.”

you whimper, the pressure in your stomach’s building again. he hasn’t touched you at all yet, and you can’t even bear to make eye contact with him right now, but it’s like he’s everywhere, crawling under your skin and crowding your thoughts. and you can’t tell if the intensity of with him right there.

“were you thinking about me?” he asks sweetly. “when you started touching yourself?”

you nod, breath stuttering. “fuck, is that even a question?”

“these past few weeks… you been getting off with your toys at home, pretending it was me making you cum?” he interrupts. “what part of me did you picture—my hands? mouth? cock?”

“no, wait,” he says, mock-thoughtful. “i bet it was my voice you missed most. bet you were lying on your bed, squirting all over your vibrator, realizing that those toys can't talk to you, tell you exactly how pathetic and needy you are.”

your hips jerk forward, helpless. “needed you so bad, baby,” you whine, looking up at him with teary eyes.

fuck, he’ll never get sick of hearing you call him that. “you missed having me to talk you through it, didn’t you? wanted me to tell you how pretty you look like this? how wrecked you sound moaning my name and making a mess?”

you nod, too focused on your pleasure to respond with words. you’re grinding on the pillow so fast, the hand that was on your nipple going down to rub your clit. a few more words of encouragement from him and pleasure floods you suddenly.

you gush all over his pillowcase, riding out your orgasm, your head ringing so loudly from your orgasm that you don’t even hear him moaning aloud as well. your climax is so much longer and stronger than you expected, all from a fucking pillow. you know it’s not the pillow so much as his presence that intensified the orgasm so much.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just focuses on trying not to cum completely untouched. “yeah,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “squirted so much, baby, knew you would. were you saving that for me all this time?”

you maneuver yourself off the pillow, and he takes it in his hands, holding it up to his nose and taking a whiff of the soaked fabric. “don’t think i can ever sleep on this normally again.”

jjk: gojo satoru, geto suguru, ino takuma hq: oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro

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petalborn

18+ no thoughts just dom!steve being a little meannnn to his easily manipulated!reader

pervy mean icky dom!steve + conditioning

he says it like it’s a fact. like gravity, like air. like something your dumb little brain should’ve known all along.

“you were made for this,” he murmurs, low and rough, voice warm against your ear as you sink your wet heat down onto him. “just this. sittin’ pretty right on my cock.”

your eyes flutter, already so floaty and dazed, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. your thighs tremble from holding yourself up, but he doesn’t let you settle all the way. no, he wants you to feel the stretch. the ache. he wants you to remember it.

wants you to remember every thick and pulsing inch of him. wants your pussy to stretch only enough to fit his cock. nothing else. no one else.

his hands are on your hips, thumbs stroking lazy, possessive circles into your skin. but there’s a warning in his grip. like he could snap and shove you down, fuck the rest of the words right out of your sloppy swollen lips— but he wants to hear them. he wants you to say it.

“you like that, baby?” he coos, tilting his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “feel full? feel good? feel dumb?”

you nod, gasping, whimpering just from sitting there, stuffed to the brim. “mhm... feels so good, stevie... s-so full...”

“yeah?” he chuckles, mean and sweet at the same time. “of course you do. it’s the only time that pretty head of yours gets quiet, isn’t it?”

you nod again, a little more frantic, eyes wide and wet— whimpering as the stretched opening of your drippy cunt quivers around the middle of his cock.

“knew it,” he mutters. “knew my sweet girl’s brain only works when she’s stuffed with my cock. it’s cute. pathetic, but cute.”

your walls flutter around him at that, and he groans, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s trying not to ruin you right then and there.

“look at you,” he hisses, tugging you down just a little more. “so desperate to be good for me. not even fuckin’ moving and that perfect little hole’s already dripping down my balls.”

you whimper, hips twitching like you want more friction, but you don’t dare take it. you know better.

he cups your cheek then, suddenly so soft it makes you shiver. “you don’t need anything else, baby. not sleep, not food, not thoughts. just this. just me.”

his other hand slides down between your legs, brushing against the slick mess you’re making. he hums like he’s proud.

“we’ll do this every day, yeah? train that pretty little body of yours to stay cockdrunk. every time you forget how to behave, daddy’ll put you back into place.”

you’re nodding again, desperate and dumb, drooling now — and he’s beaming, eyes dark and fond and possessive all at once.

“attagirl. keep sittin’ there. take it. smile for me. show stevie how happy you get when you’re right where you belong.”

you do — wide eyed, glassy, and blissed out — and steve laughs softly, petting your cheek like he’s already won.

because he has.

petalborn

18+ steve harrington, his giant cock, and his obsession with the way it bulges in your tummy

god, it’s so big. steve’s cock is so fucking big it makes you dizzy, makes your insides twist up in the most overwhelming, delicious way. But it’s not just the size that ruins you, it’s the way he moves. slow, so slow, rocking his hips back and forth with agonizing control. he watches the whole time, watches the way the outline of his thick tip prods up from the inside of your belly every time he sinks in deep— then drags back out slick and shiny before pushing in all over again. “look at that,” he mutters with a smug little huff, one hand splayed wide over your lower stomach, pressing down to feel the bulge rise with every lazy thrust, “fuckin’ obscene, sweetheart. poor thing’s stuffed full, huh? can’t even take me without cryin’.” and you are—you’re whimpering, sniffling, barely able to speak with how thick your throat feels, every roll of his hips making your eyes water worse. the stretch makes you ache, makes you queasy in the best, breathless way, goosebumps racing down your arms while your puffy wet cunt twitches around the massive length splitting you open slow and deep. you babble something—nonsense, high pitched and needy—and he just grins, mean and breathless, cock twitching inside you. “aw, baby,” he coos mockingly, “too much for your dumb little pussy? is my big cock makin’ you tear up?” he doesn’t speed up, doesn’t let up, just keeps grinding into you, slow and steady and ruthless, obsessed with the way you shake and whine under him, how your fingers scrabble helplessly at his arms like you’re trying to ground yourself. “go on then,” he murmurs, nudging the tip right up against that sweet, aching spot inside you, “be a good girl and take it. make those cute little noises while i fuck you nice and slow.”

drrivelikeido

no better

summary : drabble ish for jealous!steve

warnings : mdni , piv , dirty talk , dom!steve

a/n : req in bio

drunkgardens

picture you pt. 2

summary: 4.1k words- Steve has been acting weird and you're going to find out why

18+ MDNI SMUT- steve x fem!reader, male masturbation, steve and reader share a joint, mentions of smoking weed, dom!steve, fingering, biting, reader is lowk (highkey) a masochist, unprotected piv (DONT do this irl pls protect yourselves) pussy slapping, cum play??, hair pulling, crying, use of the word 'slut', edging if you squint, big dick! steve, ermmm idk what else, no use of y/n

read part one here!

Steve’s heart was hammering in his chest his whole way home. So many thoughts running through his mind, honestly he’s not sure how he got home. Steve felt like he was moving in slow motion until he got to his room, closing his door and leaning against it to catch his breath. His eyes finally opened moving slow, comically slow, before looking down and landing on the tent in his pants.

aryaryxoxo

Thinking about… #katsuki bakugou x neighbor!reader

Bakugou stood stiffly by the door, arms crossed, watching in barely contained irritation as his so-called "friends" made themselves at home in his room.

“Man, I didn’t know your room was this big!” Kirishima exclaimed, lifting one of the dumbbells near the corner with a whistle. “You’ve got your own mini gym in here!”

“Why are you all here?” Bakugou asked, voice flat and clearly unimpressed.

“Hanging out,” Kaminari replied casually, flopping onto his bed like it was his own.

“Yeah, and your mom invited us in,” Sero added with a grin, leaning against the wall. “Said we could wait here while you finished showering.”

“Thought you might want some company,” Kaminari chimed in, already halfway through a bag of chips he found on Bakugou’s desk.

Bakugou’s eye twitched. He didn’t remember asking for company. Or anyone touching his dumbbells.

“Whatever,” Bakugou muttered, tossing a towel over his shoulder. “Just don’t make a mess.”

Time passed, and somehow, he forgot all about his friends barging into his house—mostly because he was too busy kicking Kirishima and Kaminari’s asses in Mario Kart.

“Take that, shitty hair!” he barked, smirking as Kirishima’s kart spun off the track.

“Bro, come on!” Kirishima groaned.

“Unfair!” Kaminari yelled, already halfway out of his seat in frustration.

Just as Bakugou was about to fire off another smug comment, his bedroom door creaked open.

They all turned.

“Suki, I finished—oh.”

You stood in the doorway, clutching a stack of romance manga to your chest. Your eyes widened when you spotted the group sprawled across the room.

“I didn’t know you had company,” you said quickly, already stepping back. “I’ll go—”

“Wait—” Bakugou, who had been sitting on the floor just seconds ago, suddenly scrambled to his feet and rushed toward you. “The new volume just came in yesterday. You can read it first.”

What happened next left the three boys speechless.

Bakugou smiled.

A real, honest-to-god smile as he gently took the stack of manga from your arms, pulled out the newest volume, and handed it to you like it was something precious.

“Come over tomorrow,” he said, almost shyly. “I’ll make popcorn.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. Kaminari choked on his soda. Sero looked like he’d just witnessed a supernatural event.

“You good, bro?” Kirishima whispered.

“No,” Sero replied, eyes still wide. “No, I’m not. Who the hell is that, and what did she do to Bakugou?”

(Meanwhile, Bakugou and the mystery girl are talking about their plans for tomorrow, Bakugou’s hands seemingly place gentle behind her back.)

@qui-02

this is weird but my messages aren't working for you and I just now saw that you reached out and I just wanted to say hi and that I hope you're doing well and i don't know why the messages thing isn't working 🫶

Can’t You See

Sero x reader x Denki

A/N: not me literally never having written for Sero except for headcanons 😳🤚🏼

This is inspired by the song Gossamer, by Fashion Jackson. You should listen to it, it’s pretty good.

Updated A/N I'm still cleaning out my drafts, so this is pretty old but I updated it a little bit and figured I'd just post it

Angst

Warnings: cheating, implied sex, suggestive content, underage drinking

You make me feel like I’m going crazy

You remember the first time Sero came up to you and asked for something more than a friendship. He followed you to the bathroom, to talk privately at a party, and said all sorts of things that made butterflies swirl in your stomach. Things no one else ever said to you. Things that made you forget about everyone but him.

I think you’re cool and all

He kept saying all the things he'd always wanted to say, and this time he wasn’t held back by common sense. Alcohol was running through both your systems causing you both to forgot about your boyfriend, and one of his best friends, Denki Kaminari. And deep down you knew you should have, could have, stopped the conversation and went to Kami, but Sero was so perfect, sweet and fucking hot. All the hidden feelings you harbored for him were enhanced by the unknown drink in your red solo cup.

But I have a boyfriend

.....We can still sleep together on the weekends

Then it started, right there in the bathroom. You jumped to each other, hungry looks in your eyes. Your legs were wrapped around Sero’s waist and your fingers were tugging his hair, causing small grunts of pleasure to fall from his working lips. His back was to the wall and one of his hands roamed your body, grabbing at everything from your chest to your hips to your hair. His other hand supported your ass, groping it from time to time. The kiss was feverish and hungry, you were eating at each other like it was the last meal you would ever have. Lips attached to lips. Lips attached to skin. It was a flurry of unrelenting movement, enhanced by lust and liquor.

When it was over and you reluctantly jumped down from your spot on Sero’s hips, a small pang of guilt ran through your body, rushing through the barrier of alcohol clouding your mind. You looked at yourself in the mirror and the guilt became stronger. Your lips were swollen and your eyes looked lust-blown. Your shirt was hitched up to give Sero access to your body, and the hickeys along your neck were already dark shades of purple. But then you looked to Sero, his eyes full of lust, and happiness. His hair was messy from the constant tugging and he had small hickeys along his jawline. He was breathing out harshly, drawing in air through his swollen pretty lips. And the guilt went away because he was just so perfect.

This went on for months. You would sneak away from class, your dorm, your friends, Kami. You would drop everything for Sero. The thrashing bodies and hungry lips. The rough squeezes and unrelenting grinding. The sweat and heat coming from both your bodies. The hickeys lining your torso in secretive spots. The scratch marks trailing down his back. How he would tease you and you would tease back. How you would tug his hair and whines of pleasure would float past his lips. How he would suck your inner thighs and how you would thrash around him, crying for more. The yearning for him was overwhelming and you always succumbed to the need.

But when it was over and you trekked back to your dorm, guilt ran through you in waves. Denki was perfect, too. He was energetic, funny, sweet, everything someone would want. But he wasn’t Sero. You didn’t feel the love you thought you felt for him anymore. And that made the guilt worse. You knew you should stop seeing Sero. You knew you should go back to Denki. That you should tell him and spare him the pain of finding out some other way. But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to see his hurt eyes and crushed expression. You didn’t want to lose him. At least not yet.

And that’s where you went wrong.

You and Sero were back in your dorm. You were in his lap, grinding down on his clothed dick. Grunts of pleasure and want falling from his lips and soft moans slipping through yours. His hands grabbed at your hips and yours sucked his neck and bit at his ears. It was like every other time; your favorite activity.

“Hey, baby” Denki started, energetic as always, but his voice grew quiet as he took in the sight in front of him. “...y/n?”

You grew rigid in Sero’s lap and small tears immediately welled in your eyes. Your heart broke at the pain and disbelief in his voice. No. No. I’m so dumb. I should have stopped this. I should have told him. Your mind was racing; you had no idea what to do. You heard Denki begin to softly sniffle and all you wanted to do was comfort him, but you did this to him in the first place.

You slowly got out of Sero’s lap and turned to face him. The sight in front of you was unbearable. His eyes were full of sadness, and betrayal. Tears were welling in his eyes, brimming on the rims of his eyes, and he made no move to wipe them away. You kept your head down, not wanting to look at the image you created.

“Why?” His voice choked with tears. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. Instead, you watched your shaking hands, avoiding Denki’s hurt gaze. At one point you looked to Sero for help, but noticed his tear-filled, guilty eyes instead, and Denki let out a sharp breath. “Why?” He said louder, drawing back your attention.

“I-I,” your voice was caught in your throat. What do you say? What do you do? Your hand itched for Sero's, for the support he always brings you. The urge brings your eyes back to Sero’s.

Can’t you see that you’re the only one

“Stop looking at him.” Hurt was laced throughout Denki’s voice and you flinched at his tone, so unlike his usual, upbeat attitude. “Can’t you see that you’re the only one? Can’t you see how much I love you? So why?” His tears were falling now, fast and heavy, causing his voice to choke up even more.

“Kami, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re not sorry for cheating, you’re just sorry for me finding out.” He paused, waiting for you to deny his claims, waiting for you to exclaim your love for him. But you didn’t. “Do you even love me?”

You turned away at the question and a sob left Denki’s throat.

I just wanna be your only one

“I just wanna be your only one! Don’t you know that! I love you! I’m so stupid, I should have known.” His sobs grew louder and were now followed by harsh laughs. They hurt worse than each tear, filled with nothing but hurt and betrayal.

“Kami, please. I’m so sorry. I did love you.” You paused at your use of past tense. He noticed and tensed up before turning to leave. “No. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry. Kami, I don’t know what to do. I love you.” Your tears were coming down faster. How do you fix this? How are the others going to react? What’s going to happen next?

A sharp, pained laugh left his throat at your words and he kept going, walking out through the door with shaking shoulders and heart-wrenching sobs, not even bothering to close the door. You sunk to the floor, arms wrapped around your knees, eyes pressed into them. You did this to him, and there’s no way to fix it. You heard Sero get up through your tears; he crouched next to you and you lifted your head. A sad smile crossed his face and it turned to a grimace before he gets up to leave.

“Wait, you're leaving, too?” Your voice came out hoarse and confused.

“Goodbye, Y/N. We both know it’s wrong for me to stay. We never should have done this, I’m so sorry.” He said, tears falling from his guilt-ridden eyes.

Another sob left your throat, and you didn’t bother to respond. This was all your fault. You don’t deserve either of them, even if Sero was in the wrong too, you would only end up hurting him. Your head sunk back to your knees and Sero left, his final goodbye being the shutting of your door. You were alone. Denki is alone. Sero is alone. And it’s all your fault.

After everything is said and done, and we both have no-one

A/N I added in some edits but I just did a quick skim proofread so ignore any typos or anything

good luck on your finals love :)) when you’re not swamped i have an idea. an s/o with a fire based quirk and bakugou being nervous to hold their hand because he thinks he’ll accidentally burn them. and they’re like “you absolute dipshit my hands are fire proof” this could be stupid forgive me it’s 6am and i haven’t slept yet.

Aggagsgafas I’ve gothcu bby 🥰

And if you don’t like it I’m so sorry, it’s not my usual angsty stuff so idk

But I’m Fireproof

Bakugo x reader

fluff/drabble

A/N this is a request from like 3 years ago that I'm finally finishing lol, so enjoy

Warning slight cussing

You let out a small sigh as you saw another couple pass you and Bakugo, hands or arms latched while they clung to each other. You and Bakugo had been dating for a month, but not once had he gone to grab your hand; he barely touched you with his hands at all. Now, walking around the mall with him after convincing Aizawa-sensei to let you off campus, he made sure to be arm's distance from you. Fingers twitching, you were tempted to just grab his hand yourself but, all the times you have tried--and failed--before, discouraged you.

What is wrong with me?

As the two of you continued to walk, Bakugou noticed the change in your mood. Minutes ago the two of you had been mindlessly chatting, laughing at every little thing. It was always so easy between the two of you, that he couldn't think of a single thing that could've gone wrong. The two of you continued to walk in an increasingly awkward silence; every second your thoughts got worse and worse. Why doesn't he want to hold my hand? Does he not actually like me? Does he think I'm gross? Is he scared of my quirk? Bakugou isn't scared of anything, it has to be me. And Bakugou got more and more confused. He didn't have the capacity to figure out what was wrong; his emotional intelligence wasn't developed enough to understand.

"Oi, dumbass, what's wrong?" His voice was gruff, and there was worry evident in his tone.

"I-" you were scared to bring it up. You didn't want to hear all your thoughts confirmed. "why won't you hold my hand? or touch me ever?" you voice was quiet and it was clear you had wondered this before.

Bakugou blanched, afraid of this new confrontation in your relationship. However, he also thought it was the stupidest question you've ever asked.

"Well my quirk makes nitroglycerin, and yours set stuff on fire. So it's pretty obvious I don't want to make you explode." His voice had an obvious tone to it, and he clearly thought that was the most self-explanatory answer around.

You were stopped in your tracks. Your feet genuinely stopped moving. Bakugou turned to you, once again confused. The two of you made eye contact for about two seconds, your eyes were wide with surprise. Then you bursted out laughing; you were bent over, clutching your stomach, snorting occasionally, the works. Bakugou just stood confused, and annoyed since you were laughing at him, and waited for you to stop.

When you finally caught your breath you went to stand up straight and looked directly and said in an astounded voice, "You absolute dipshit, I'm fireproof. You've been making me walk at an arms-length next to you all this time for no reason."

Bakugou's face began to turn slightly red, but his embarrassment didn't stop you.

"You were going to stay with me even though you thought touching would make me explode?" You couldn't stop yourself from laughing again. "You're a dumbass."

"Whatever, extra" Bakugou grumbled, quickly putting his hands in his pockets and stomping off as he usually does.

You just laughed as you ran after him. When you finally caught up Bakugou was still annoyed, but regardless one of his hands were out of his pocket and the rest of your walk consisted of locked fingers and endless teasing.

A/N this isn't that good but i'm trying to clean out my drafts lol

8 ball

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Smut

A/N once again I'm not very good at writing smut, so if you have constructive criticism send it my way

also i've been a lot more into writing so if you have any requests I have a requests page

warnings penetration, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight spanking, dom/sub power dynamics, cussing, praise, hair pulling

Out of all the things you loved about Bakugou's apartment, you loved the pool table in his living room the most. You weren't very good at pool, but without fail every time you were there you dragged him out of his room and begged him to play.

Bakugou, however, hated the pool table. He hated how his dumbasses of roommates--Denki, Kirishima, and Sero--felt the need to use it at every moment. He hated how he'd have to hear the cue ball past his 8:30 bedtime. He hated how they'd get drunk and yell around it while playing. He hated when the pool sticks would bash into his wall as they tried to hit a ball and pulled back too far. He hated it.

But he'd play for you; and though he'd never admit it, he loved playing pool with you and only you. He loved watching you bend over the table to hit a ball too far down. And how you whine when your ball doesn't roll into the pocket. He loved the pouty face you make when you scratch the cue ball. So for you, he'd never say no. However, he did make sure to only invite you over when the blowjob brothers were out so he didn't have to worry about them playing, too.

Tonight was no different; the two of you stood in Bakugou's living room trading a pool stick back and forth because you refused to figure out which one worked best for you and only wanted to use his. So far, Bakugou had two balls plus the eight-ball left on the table and you were whining about the five balls you had littered across the green felt.

"I swear I hit the cue ball correctly," your voice was whiny as you complained about scratching the ball..again.

"Baby, it's ok. Just admit you suck and that I'm going to kick your ass at this game as always"

You only rolled your eyes and waited for Bakugou to play his turn. Bakugou was getting bored, though; he was bored of seeing you pout for any other reason that wanting him. So as he passed you while walking to the cue ball he made sure to slap your ass and savor the gasp you made.

"Just play the game." You muttered even though you clearly enjoyed it from the way you followed close behind him.

Bakugou easily hit in the 13, leaving his last striped ball on the table. Luckily for you, he failed a trick off the wall and scratched the white ball. You jumped in the air, instantly teasing him for failing, and giddily ran to him to grab the stick. Instead of handing it over, he held it away from you, smirking.

"What do I get in return?" He chuckled, looking down at you.

You only rolled your eyes and stood on your tippy toes going to give him a little peck. With anyone else this would've been a cute sappy moment; you have to give a little kiss to get the pool stick. But Bakugou took it further than that. He trapped your lips with his, his free hand curling up to your head pull at the roots of your hair, soliciting a pretty moan from your lips directly into his mouth. He went until he could feel the needy reciprocation from your lips. Then he stopped.

"Hey," you begged, wanting more. "you're mean."

Your pouty face came back but for a different reason and you walked over to the cue ball, placed it in the kitchen, and aimed it at your two-ball. You missed it as always. Bakugou took this as a moment to tease you again; he just couldn't resist. He walked over to the purple two and put it back where it had originally been before grabbing the cue ball and walking over to you. Everything he did was slow and suspenseful, and you knew what he was doing; where he wanted the night to go.

When he finally made it over to you he bent down, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, and said, "Here, baby, let me help you try again."

Before you knew it a yelp left your body as his hand went to your lower back and pushed you flush against the table. His front was pressed to your ass and he set up the stick over you. You could feel your clit throbbing from the teasing and couldn't help but whine at the position he put you into. You were breathing hard, your chest pushing into the table with each inhale of air, and you couldn't ignore the feeling of Bakugou's hard cock pressed into you. You could feel and hear him hit the cue ball into the two, but you didn't care. Your mind was running rampant with the thoughts of him touching you; ending the hell of little touches and short kisses.

The whine that came from your throat when Bakugou finally moved away from you was pitiful; almost enough to have Bakugou move back. But he couldn't escape his true calling and returned to teasing you.

"What is it babygirl? Is something wrong?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and a laugh was floating behind his words.

"Yes. No. I-you're awful. If you're gonna tease me you might as well just take me like a real man." You knew you shouldn't have gone there, but you also knew exactly how to push Bakugou's buttons.

"Oh, yeah?" His voice no longer had laughter behind it, but a predatory growl. "I'll show you a real man."

Your skin prickled at his tone, and though you were scared you could feel the slick settling in your underwear, the already dampened fabric no longer absorbing the wetness coming from you.

Bakugou moved to you, slowly, and every step felt like an eternity. He grabbed the back of your head, his fingers instantly weaving themselves into the roots of your hair. He tugged your head up, forcing your mouth onto his. His tongue was taking over your mouth and your knees felt shaky. He could feel the tremoring in your body and in a swift motion had your ass in his hand, lifting you into the air. Your legs locked around his waist, his hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth again. Bakugou's hand was still occasionally pulling at the roots of your hair and he spun towards the pool table as he continued to take control of your mouth. He placed you on the lifted edge of the table, your legs still locked around his waist. His unoccupied hand moved to your throat, constricting your ability to breathe. It sent a gasp from you into him and he deepened the kiss as if he was trying to taste the noises and gaps coming from the back of your throat.

When he finally pulled away he instantly started pulling away your clothes. Your shirt was on the floor; your bra was quickly unclasped and hanging off the side of the pool table; your pants were ripped off and flung into the corner of the room; your underwear barely got to see the light of the living room before pulled down and discarded on the floor. You felt vulnerable as you sat panting and naked in front of him.

"What are you doing? What if Denki or someone comes home?"

"Then they'll get to see me fuck you like a real man." his words had a bite and you watched as Bakugou stripped his own clothes off, not even bothering to lock the door to their apartment complex.

He grabbed your thighs and flipped you over, his fingers painfully digging into the meat of your legs. You couldn't stop whimpering at the way he took control. Your feet could barely touch the floor of the living room and your breasts were pushed into the green felt and hard top of the pool table. His hand entwined itself back into the roots of your hair and lifted your head up while he simultaneously moved your legs apart and slotted his body between them.

Once he was between you he took no time to ram his dick into your already-soaking pussy and the moan that came from you was guttural. He was thrusting into you, one hand gripping your hips while the other moved from your hair to your throat once again. You were a moaning mess under him; your body was rocking against the felt and your hands clawed at nothing. Your moans bordered on whimpers and you couldn't think; the animalistic way Bakugou was fucking you combined with the suspense of his roommates walking in and seeing the lewd display in their living room was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Bakugou's hands couldn't seem to stay still. They roamed from your fleshy hips to your throat, to slapping your ass and gripping the skin almost painfully.

Bakugou couldn't stop groaning from behind you. He couldn't pull his eyes away from your ass slapping into his torse and cock sinking into your abused pussy. Or the way your face was pressed against the pool table and he could see half your face wrought his pleasure. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was open letting out moans and little whimpers from his big cock stretching you open and pressing into every part of your squishy walls. Your legs were shaking around him and your arms were reaching out desperately trying to find something to hold onto and claw into.

"You're such a good girl, you're taking me so well." His voice was breathy and panting separated his words.

"feel so good, so good" your words were barely audible under your big breaths and gasps every time he hit your g-spot.

Bakugou couldn't take it anymore and sped up, pushing the both of you closer and closer to orgasm. Your moans became louder and louder and you couldn't stop yourself from the near-screaming. Bakugou couldn't stop groaning and his arms moved causing him to hover above you so he could force himself faster.

"I'm gonna fucking breed you on the pool table, baby. Every time we use it, remember I tried to put a baby in you." you could only moan in response, practically choking on the noises coming out of you now.

Your legs shook uncontrollably and you creamed all over Bakugou's dick right before he shot a load into your battered cunt. He pulled out slightly while finishing, before pulling out and watching his cum drip from your pussy and onto the floor.

"Good job, baby, you always do so good for me."

You only nodded in response as Bakugou went to get a towel and wipe you off before gently picking you up and carrying you into his room. The both of you forgot about your discarded clothes littered around the living room until you could hear Sero's voice through Bakugou's door.

"What the fuck! The pool table?!?!" Sero's voice yelled towards the direction of Bakugou's room. "Show some class," he said, his voice now quieter and mumbling with annoyance.

babygirl

Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Smut drabble

A/N this is the first genuine smut piece I've written so give me feedback and lmk if it sucks or i should change some stuff up :)

Warnings cussing, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, penetration, choking, spanking, daddy kink, slight ddlg, unprotected sex

absolutely no plot

"Come on, babygirl, what do you want?" Bakugou's voice was sultry above you. You could see his goal was to humiliate you; to tease you until you begged.

"Please, please. You know what I want, Katsu." You were squirming under him, his hands next to your face holding his body above you.

Bakugou was fully clothed above you, but his black tank top did nothing to cover his chiseled arms and protruding veins. You felt overly exposed; throughout the night he had slowly stripped you down to your underwear. Even your breasts were on display, your nipples hard under his gaze and due to his occasional soft lick.

"Clearly you don't want it enough, baby." his voice started off soft but grew more annoyed. One of his hands moved to your throat and dug into the sides, missing the more vulnerable part of your neck. A sharp gasp came in as his fingers gripped your throat and your breathing became ragged. "Now try again. What do you say?" He emphasized his command with a tighter grip on your neck.

"Pl-" you gasped in more air, your cunt growing wetter at the feeling of his rough hands around your neck "please, daddy. I want to feel you."

You felt too small, too vulnerable to say you wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't speak. However, your words were enough for Bakugou, and he moved down roughly taking your lips into his. His tongue grazed yours before taking over your mouth, and the taste of him was intoxicating. Your hands moved to the roots of his ash-blonde hair and pulled, sending a groan from his throat into your mouth. In retaliation, Bakugou's grip on your throat tightened once again, and you breathed into his mouth as he continued to explore with his tongue.

When he finally pulled away a small whine left your mouth and you attempted to follow him up, but his hand kept you pinned to the bed. His other hand began working on the belt of his pants, and your hands quickly followed. Your clit was throbbing and the walls of your pussy were fluttering around nothing; you needed to feel him. You were helping to tug his pants down when Bakugou growled.

Once they were finally off, Bakugou looked back at you. His gaze was predatory and his mouth was set in a scowl. "Did I say you could do that, little one?" The tone of his voice told you he didn't want an answer.

Your already submissive mood became ten times worse and you struggled to continue looking at him instead of hiding your face in the pillows.

"No, I didn't." His hands quickly flipped your body over.

Your naked breast were pushed against the mattress and he grabbed at your hips pulling out and pushing in, positioning your ass in the air.

"You're so impatient. Daddy had been asking what you wanted all night, and when you finally stop being a brat and tell me you think you can do whatever you want. You have to wait like a good girl."

You whined into the pillows and squirmed. You knew you'd get in trouble, but you couldn't handle any more teasing. You needed to feel his hard cock inside you; the way he stretched out your tight cunt and hit every spot with every thrust.

"Such a brat," he spat the words and followed with a sharp spank to your ass. "Count each one and say thank you, if you stop we start over. Do you understand?"

"But-," he cut you off with a hard swat before you could even begin to protest causing you to cry out. "Yes, daddy."

He didn't even bother to respond and instantly went to berating your sensitive skin. The humiliation was growing with every thank you that came from your mouth.

"One. Thank you, daddy."

"Five. Thank you, daddy."

"Seven. Thank you, daddy."

By the time you hit eight, each word you said was shaky and tears were building in your eyes. Your soft skin was stinging and you knew a red handprint would be outlined on your ass. When he reached twelve you were struggling to talk and were barely audible through your sobs.

"Thirteen. Tha-thank you, daddy"

"Well, you can clearly be a good girl sometimes. Why can't you always be a good girl for daddy?" His hands were now rubbing soothing circles on the hot, irritated skin and it was hard to not flinch from his touch.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you over again. You lay beneath him, your eyes big and full of tears. The face of a little girl who had just gotten punished. His hands that just inflicted so much pain on your ass went to wipe away your tears.

"You'll be okay, babygirl. I have to show you what happens when you don't listen."

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'll," a hiccup cut off your words. "be good for you."

Bakugou couldn't get over how perfect you looked beneath him. You pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. Your chubby, tear-stained cheeks. His precious babygirl. Bakugou's tongue took place of his fingers and he began to lick away the little leftover tears from your face. His unoccupied hands now traveled down your body; they stopped at the peak of your breasts, squeezing your hard nipples; traveled further down to the sensitive parts of your hips, and gave them a squeeze, soliciting a soft moan from your mouth. And then they were finally where you wanted them.

At first, Bakugou drew lazy circles over your clit. The stimulation was barely there, teasing you as he stopped himself from giving you more. You whined, wordlessly begging for more and Bakugou couldn't resist anymore; not when he'd been teasing you, his babygirl, and hadn't given you a moment of relief. His fingers traveled further and one slipped into your already soaking cunt.

"So wet for me. You're always so wet for me, baby." he was holding back a groan once he felt the wetness of your hot cunt. He could already imagine how you'd feel around him

You whined at the feeling of his fingers curling up into the spongy spot of your pussy and the simultaneous praise he gave you. Your hips bucked against him, silently begging for more. A second finger slipped in and stretched out your pulsing hole. A moan rushed from your lips and Bakugou couldn't help but speed up his pace. His fingers moved faster and faster, inching you closer and closer to release. Then his thumb moved back up to your clit, circling faster than before. Your eyes clenched shut and a pinched moan came rushing from your throat. It was guttural and high-pitched; you couldn't help the pitiful noises that came from you. Once Bakugou led you through your first orgasm, his fingers slipped from your sopping pussy but your owns hands quickly grabbed his wrists and stopped him from moving too far away.

"More daddy, more daddy, daddy please." The words coming from your mouth sounded like a mantra. The same phrases slipped from your mouth over and over, begging and begging for Bakugou to fill your empty cunt.

Usually Bakugou would punish you for grabbing him like that, but your begging was too hard to resist. With your eyes still shut, he lined up his throbbing cock with your hole and slammed into you. The sound that came from your mouth was sinful; you moaned loudly, gasping at the same time. Your head slumped to the side and into the pillows and your hands made their way to Bakugou's chiseled shoulders.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N." Bakugou couldn't bother to call you a pet name when your cunt so perfectly clenched around him.

You could only moan in response as Bakugou thrust into you. Your fingernails were ripping skin from Bakugou's back, and high pitched moans filled the room. Your head now pushed back into the pillows, eyes clenched shut and mouth open. Bakugou took this oppurtunity to take the salvia building in his mouth and spit it into yours; it fell right onto your tongue and you instinctly swallowed.

"Such a good girl. You always take daddy's cock."

You could no longer speak back, your words just mumbled, and soft moans came out from your lips. Bakugou could feel the way your cunt was tightening around him, signaling for your second release. He sped up his hips, making sure to stay at the same deepness knowing it was pushing you closer and closer to finishing. The clawing on his back became more intense and your nails went deeper, surely drawing blood. Your moans became louder, bordering on screams. Bakugou felt you clench around him and fucked you through your orgasm, finally letting himself release, as well. He fucked his cum deeper and deeper into your cunt. When he finally pulled out, he watched as a mixture of your slick, cum, and his cum leaked out of you.

"Good job, baby girl. See what happens when you listen to daddy."

A/N This definitely isn't anything special but yeah

Birthdays

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

A/N I don't why I've been wanting to write so much recently and honestly none of it is really that good but heres some angst for you

Warnings Angst, cussing, drinking, fingering, slight handjobs, sex (they're both 16, but not in a weird way in like a realistic they're horny 16 year olds way)

6th

You first met Bakugou when you were both five years old. You had just moved in down the street and Bakugou was forcefully introduced to you by your mother. Mitsuki and your mom had met within the first or week two of you moving in and quickly decided their kids would be fast friends. They were wrong.

When Bakugou and you first met you hated each other. He hated you and you hated him; he hated the fact you were a girl and you hated the fact he was mean to everyone around him. However, as forced hangouts went on and common interests were discovered the hatred began to fade out. Especially after Deku was added into the equation; he was a natural mediator between the two of you, and without him the hate would still be mutual.

Deku was the reason you and Bakugou discovered your shared obsession love for All Might. At another forced hangout due to your parents, you and Bakugou were at the park. You were swinging, kicking your feet and listening to the wind flow past your ears. Bakugou was mindlessly exploding the sandpit while pretending to be a bomb. You were both minding your own business, happily avoiding real interaction with the other. That was until Deku came barreling in, his little legs going as fast as they could and his green curls bouncing with each movement.

"Kacchan! Kacchan!" Deku shouted, his voice sounding pinched due the simultaneous running and yelling. "I got All Might's new action figure."

This piqued your interest and your swinging slowed. Deku ran past the swings, allowing to peek at his toy, and straight to the sandbox before thumping down. He waved it around in Bakugou's face and didn't seem to mind when the blonde boy snatched it from his hands to look in awe.

"What," Bakugou said with excitement evident in his voice, though it was also tinted with jealousy "how did you even get this? I've been begging my mom but she said I already have enough All Might figures." His voice turned into a slight whine at the end.

You were too enticed and hopped off the swing, slowly creeping up to the sandbox trying to get another glimpse. You had been begging your mom for it, too, but she always said no since she had just started her new job after moving and didn't have the money. Deku noticed you walking up and turned over to look at you.

"Do you want to play with it, too?" He asked, just as excited to share his figure with a stranger.

You nodded, "I'm Y/L/N! All Might is so cool, he's my favorite!"

You made your way to the sandbox, ignoring Bakugou's annoyed look at the fact he'd actually have to interact with you.

"Girls like All Might?" Bakugou said, his voice laced with annoyance and disbelief.

Finally fed up with his sexist attitude, you stomped your little 5-year-old feet and said, "Yes! They do! All Might isn't just for stupid boys!"

You thumped down next to Deku and grabbed the toy from Bakugou's hand. He was annoyed at first--furious, really--that you took the toy. However, over the next couple of hours, the three of you played. It took time, but from then on the three of you always played superheroes; you all had to do rock, paper, scissors, to decide who would be All Might, but you played nonetheless. Eventually, Bakugou and you began to play alone. When Deku was busy or Bakugou wasn't in the mood to hang out with a 'quirkless loser' like him, it would just be the two of you.

When April finally rolled around, the two of you discovered your birthdays were a day apart. Though he hated to admit it, you had become his best friend and that was the first year the two of you celebrated your birthday together. It took place in Bakugou's backyard and was completely All Might themed; All Might cake; All Might balloons; All Might wrapping paper; if it could be customized, it was All Might themed. The two of you were giddy to open presents and blow out candles together.

It was your first of many birthdays with Bakugou.

15th

By the time you and Bakugou were 15 years old, you had become inseparable. As a kid, Bakugou got a lot of shit for having his best friend be a girl, but he didn't care. He didn't feel like you being a girl affected anything; you were funny, nice, had a cool quirk, and wanted to be a hero as much as he did. A lot of people, including your own mothers, swore you guys were dating. You were constantly attached at the hip and were even going to your dream school together: U.A. Contrary to your true feelings, the both of you always pretended to be disgusted by the idea.

"Bakugou is like a brother to me!"

"Y/L/N is like an annoying little sister!"

"I swear to god, I'm literally only a day younger than you."

"A day is still a day, dumbass"

It was always the same response; you and Bakugou would never, ever, ever date. But a mother always knows best, and a few weeks before your birthdays Bakugou had asked you out. It was a stereotypical teenage interaction; Bakugou was nervous and wanted to impress you so he saved up all his allowance money and bought you the coolest All Might figure he could find. There was a split moment where he considered keeping it for himself, but he somehow managed to go against his usual selfish, arrogant personality and went through with his plan.

"I-i," he stuttered slightly, nervous you actually meant it when you called him a brother, "I got you something." His voice was shakier than usual, and you were shocked by his anxious demeanor; it was so different compared to his usually aggravating and explosive personality.

"Wait, are you stuttering?" you said back, completely skipping over his gift. Your voice was laced his laughter and ended Bakugou's attempt at romance immediatley.

"No, dumbass!" he yelled, before throwing the box with an attached letter at you. His hands were immediately shoved into his pockets, his posture became slumped, and he angrily walked out of your room in his usual Bakugou fashion.

"Katsu, wait!" you tried to follow him, still laughing under your breath as he continued to the front door and slammed it on his way out.

You knew Bakugou well enough to know you hurt his pride, so you let him be. You laughed to yourself as you walked up the stairs and to your room, just to notice the gift on the ground. He hadn't wrapped it, he is just a boy after all, but he didn't need to. It was still breathtaking. It was a limited edition, gold All Might figure. The two of you had talked about it constantly; how cool it was; how it would complete your collection. And there it was, sitting on your floor. The box was slightly dented from being chucked on the floor, but you didn't care. You quickly picked it up and examined it; it was the real deal. One of 50 golden All Might figures in the world, and you had one in your hands.

It took a second to notice the envelope that had fallen a couple inches from the figure. It was blank, not even your name scrawled on it. Your fingers softly grabbed it, discarding the All Might figure back on the floor. You flipped it around in your hands before gently ripping at the sealed envelope. You wanted it to be a confession. For the last four years, you've had a growing crush on Bakugou. You knew it wouldn't be, though. You were just his "annoying little sister," and that's all you would be. But then you opened the letter, and you realized you weren't. You realized he had reciprocated your feelings; that it wasn't just you pining over the magnificent Bakugou Katsuki. You sat, dumbfounded, and read it over and over. Each sentence made it more and more real; after the the sixth read, you began to just skip to the parts that confirmed his feelings.

'Y/N, I like you.'

'I didn't know how to tell you with words'

'You're not like any other girl I've ever met'

'I know you think of me as a brother, but I was hoping maybe you were lying the way I was.'

'I think I more than like you, and I hope you do too'

After the shock subsided, you knew you had to go to him. The letter still in hand, you rushed down the stairs, out the door and down the street to his house. About halfway there you realized you had forgotten your shoes, but you didn't care. You couldn't stop moving, nothing could stop moving. Your feet were racing; your mind was moving a mile a second; your chest was heaving from the pace you ran. And then you were there. You'd think that you would've taken a second to collect yourself, but the second your feet stopped at his door your fists were banging on it. He didn't come down, though, not when you had made fun of him when he was trying to tell you how he felt.

"Katsuki, if you don't open this door right now!" You yelled, your fists still hitting the door in a sporadic fashion.

Your knuckles were starting to hurt, and they'd definitely be bruised by tomorrow, so you moved to your palms. You refused to stop. You couldn't stop until you saw him. And after about five minutes of continuous bashing, he opened the door. If it weren't for him moving out of the way, your fist would've landed on his chest full force.

You were panting and Bakugou honestly thought you looked crazy. Your eyes were wide, your hair was messy, your breathing was frantic, and you didn't have shoes on. Then he saw the letter; it was gripped in your other hand, crumpled from how tight your fingers were around it. He had to stop himself from slamming the door in your face. He couldn't handle your rejection, not with his ego. But you knew him, and you knew he'd try to run the second he knew why you were there. So you took the first step; you stepped straight into the doorway, stopping him from closing the door. Consequently, you had also stopped him from breathing. The distance between the two of you was closed, and there was less than a foot of space between you. His heart started pounding, and he was scared his eyes looked as frantic as yours.

"Did you mean this?" you said, your voice unwavering and serious, which was so different from your usual sarcastic and fun manner.

"I-," he internally cursed himself for stuttering again, "I wrote it so what do you think, extra."

"Good. Cause I like you, too. I more than like you, too. I have since I was 11 year olds, and" everything came out in one breath and you took a moment to breathe, "and I don't know what to say.

Bakugou tried not to show it, but he was relieved. His shoulders sagged and his jaw was no longer rigid and clenched.

"Well, I guess that means you're my girlfriend, dumbass," he said. The nickname was vulgar, but his attitude was soft. The way the words came out made it sound like he should've called you lover, or baby, or any variation of cheesy pet names.

And that was that. On your birthdays that year, the two of you stayed up until 11:59 on April 20th. At 11:59, Bakugou lit and blew out his candle before taking it out of his cake and putting it into yours. And at 12:00 you lit and blew out the candle yourself. Usually, the two of you would have your usual All Might party, but this year it felt childish; the two of you were older now, and going to U.A. You guys decided to keep it 'mature,' and it was. It felt intimate, like the two of you had wished to be with just each other and that was exactly what you got. After the candles were blown out, and the only light was the moon shining in from the kitchen window, the two of you kissed. A soft kiss; it felt like a hug, like an embrace that went so much further than two sets of lips being pushed together.

That night the two of you fell asleep on your living couch. Your head was tucked into the crook of Bakugou's neck, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. It was peaceful; the definition of puppy love. That is until Mitsuki came barreling into the house the following morning screaming since Bakugou didn't come last night, though she took pictures of the two of you cuddled into each other on the couch before waking you up. He was dragged from the house by his ear, and you had to admit it was an unforgettable sight. He thrashed around while screaming variations of 'let go of me hag.'

You didn't see Bakugou for a week after that, but that birthday will always be your favorite.

16th

By your 16th birthdays, Bakugou and you had been dating a little over a year. Though it was hard to manage a relationship and the grueling curriculum at U.A., you and Bakugou were never ones for quitting. The two of you had agreed to keep the relationship lowkey, not wanting to seem caught up in a relationship instead of being a hero; however, within three days of school that was out of the picture. The second Mineta saw you, it was done for. He had tried to peek under your skirt, and Bakugou almost made it where he could never peek at anything again. Aizawa had to pry Bakugou away before he could blow the little grape's eyes out. From then on all the guys made sure to keep a good distance. You had the occasional talk with Deku due to your past friendship, but the only guys you really talked to in class 1-A was Bakugou (obviously), Kirishima, Denki, and Sero.

The five of you, plus Mina became fast friends; well, not Bakugou, he took some convincing, but he finally came around. By the time your 16th birthday came, they had decided to throw you guys a birthday party. Well, kind of a party. It was just a little gathering with the six of you in Bakugou's dorm room. Since Bakugou is usually in bed by 8:30, they were hiding in his room with a cake by 7 p.m. Bakugou and you always went to his dorm room after dinner, before he kicked you out for what you call his beauty rest. And today was no different; the two of you walked, hand in hand, into his dorm room.

The lights were off, but the second they came on the 4 of your friends popped out yelling. Sero was making tape fly out of elbows like streamers, Mina and Denki were blowing on noisemakers, and Kirishima was yelling.

"Happy Birthday!!"

You were laughing, thrilled by the effort your friends made. Bakugou, however, did not share the sentiment.

Per usual, Bakugou's first instinct was to yell. "What are you shitty extras doing in my room?" You continued to laugh as Bakugou went on with his berating of your friends.

After you managed to calm him down, and Sero managed to tape him to the wall for a moment to chill, all six of you cut the cake. You all hung out in Bakugou's room; you guys talked; played card games; made fun of Bakugou. It was the perfect birthday surprise. Bakugou even let them stay until 9:00.

As he was kicking all of them out, he held onto your hand, making you stay.

"We have to celebrate both our birthdays." He said, softly, now that your friends were gone. His other hand moved to tuck your stray hair behind your ear.

You blushed and smiled wide. He never failed to make you feel special, even when everyone thought him incapable of caring about anything but becoming a hero. "I love you." was all you said in response.

The two of you sat in his bed, watching All Might clips on YouTube until 11:30. You knew Bakugou wanted to go to bed, it was 3 hours past his bedtime, but he didn't. At 11:30 he got up and began to collect things around his room: a lighter, a candle. Then he told you to wait a second and snuck off to the kitchen, only to return with two cupcakes. One of them was chocolate and one of them was Y/F/F. You couldn't help but send him a sappy smile. And once again at 11:59, Bakugou blew out his candle before putting it into your cupcake to blow out at 12:00. And once again the two of you looked into each other's eyes in a way you both knew you'd never look at anyone else.

The kiss that followed was different from last year's; it was still sweet and tasted of cake. But it was different. It was hungrier; it was faster; it was as if the two of you were trying to become one. And then you did.

You and Bakugou have always taken things slow. It started with cuddling, moved to little kisses, and then moved to the occasional above-the-belt touching. Only within the past month had the two of you even attempted to touch each other in another way.

You remember the first time Bakugou touched you; you remember the way he had a hard time figuring out the clit; how you had to tell him not to jab his fingers into the soft walls of your pussy. But once he figured it out, you always wanted more. He now knew how to perfectly move his thumb across your clit and make his fingers curl into your g-spot.

And Bakugou vividly remembers the first time your pretty, manicured hand stroked up and down his cock. How he had to instruct you to hold it tighter due to your inexperience. How once you understood what you were doing, you perfectly paced your movements up and down. The way you'd turn your wrist to add extra stimulation; the way you'd spit on his dick and it dripped down your chin.

Tonight was different, though. The two of you knew it was moving past hands and mouths. It started with the usual makeout to fingering pipeline. You moaned underneath Bakugou, his fingers curling in a way that caused your hands to move up to his blonde hair and pull at the roots. And then his pants were off, too, and you wanted nothing more than to have him inside you.

"I want you." You whispered, your voice breathy.

"I want you," Bakugou said back, his voice just as airy. It had a slight tilt to it though, something ragged. "I need you."

And then he was in you. He was moving slow, making sure to move according to the noises you made. He didn't want to hurt you, and every sharp breath you made from the stretch of his cock caused him to slow down. He was above you, gazing into your half-lidded eyes and you couldn't look away from him either.

"I love you." he moaned out. His voice was soft and genuine.

"I love you." you said back, your voice just as intimate.

Bakugou finished, and even though you didn't it was up there in the best birthdays of your life. (there's no way a 16-year-old virgin can make a girl cum and I live by that.)

21st

Your 21st birthday was different from the others. The months leading up to it were hard. Bakugou always tried to make you feel special; he never wanted you to feel like you were beneath his hero work. But once he finally started moving up the ranks, he couldn't slow down. Your date nights became less frequent; he came home to your shared apartment later and later each week; seeing him at all felt rare. You understood, you were becoming a hero too, but you never thought his need to be number one would overcome his need to be with you. You tried to wait it out, tried to justify his lack of effort. But after months you couldn't anymore.

One night when he got back from his agency around two in the morning, he found you waiting on the couch.

"Why are you still up? It's past two, Y/N." he rubbed his hand over his face, his own exhaustion showing. "Let's go to bed baby."

"That's the most you've said to me in a week, Katsuki." was all you said in response.

"What do you mean? That's not true, we talked this morning. Now come on, I need to sleep." his voice was low and tired, and you almost felt bad for keeping him up when he had to be up again in the morning. Almost.

"It is true. All you said to me this morning was 'Bye, love you' I don't know if you can count, but that's three words. Three."

"Y/N, I can't do this right now." he said back, annoyance coming through in his voice.

"You can't do this ever, Katsuki. That's what you said the last time I tried to bring up how we never see each other. How we live in the same house but speak maybe five words to each other a day." Your voice was beginning to rise; you couldn't do this anymore. It was too hard.

"I'm sorry that I want to be a hero. That I actually want to be someone! Unlike you, working at your shitty agency."

"You know what, you're right. You're so much better than me and my 'shitty agency.' You're so much better than your girlfriend who actually wants to feel like were in a relationship!"

"Whatever. We can do this tomorrow. I have another case tomorrow and I'm not going to spend the time I could be sleeping having a stupid argument with an extra like you." it just came out and the second Bakugou said the words and watched the hurt flash across your face he knew he fucked up.

"Extra? I'm just a 'shitty extra?' After years of supporting you, being with you, growing together. You know what, go to bed. I can't do this either. I can't be in a relationship where I'm not valued. I tried, really I did. I know your work is important, but this," your hands were gesturing between you as your resentment grew and you couldn't stop the words from coming out. "us, is supposed to be important, too. I'm done, Katsuki. Were done."

You didn't give him a chance to say anything back. You just got up, slipped on your shoes, and walked out. You spent the night at Mina's that night, and while Bakugou was out doing his important case you went home and collected your things. You didn't leave until everything was packed up and by the time you left it was a little past 12. Your eyes were constantly on the door, hoping he'd come home early and try to fix things, but he didn't. When Bakugou got home that night, and saw the house empty of you, he didn't know what to do. He expected you to come back and be there when he got home; to fight again; to demand change. But instead, you left. It was just furniture in a too-empty house; all life was gone. All your decorations were missing; the pretty paintings you had on the walls were missing; your childhood blanket was off the bed; your soaps weren't in the shower. He searched for any sign of you, but couldn't find anything; not until he saw the limited edition, golden All Might on his side table.

You and Bakugou's break up happened three months before your birthday, and those three months felt unreal. You didn't feel anything; you didn't feel anger; you didn't feel sad; you didn't feel betrayed. You just felt empty, like the apartment you left him in. You had permanently moved in with Mina and she had become your only lifeline. Besides work, you rarely left the house unless she forced you to.

Your birthday was no different. For your 21st birthday, Mina forced you to go out. She made you get dolled up, and you had slight fun for the 30 minutes leading up to leaving for the bar. But today was hard and it was hard to be happy on a day you spent with Bakugou every day for the past 15 years. The fact you had work on your actual birthday, so you had to celebrate the day before, made it worse You had to celebrate on his birthday, like you always did. Just this time he wasn't with you.

You didn't feel anything at the club. The music didn't reach your ears. Dancing didn't seem appealing. The men bombarding you with compliments and drinks only sent you deeper into a feeling of derealization.

You were near the wall, sipping on a drink Mina had forced you to take when you began to feel your phone buzz at 11:59. You didn't entirely care; you never really did anymore. But curiosity got the better of you, only to make you feel seconds away from puking up the half of the drink you had consumed. On the phone in bright white letters read: "Katsu <3." You had never bothered to change his contact name. It didn't affect you, not when you never had to see it. He never reached out, and you knew he wouldn't; Bakugou was too prideful, too arrogant to admit when he was wrong. But there he was. And you realized he couldn't celebrate this birthday without you, either. Maybe the two of you would be able to handle the next one, or the one after that. But this birthday was too fresh. You just needed him; you needed to hear him say 'happy birthday' while you gazed at each other.

"Ka-Bakugou" you said, the loud music blaring in the back.

"Y/N." Bakugou almost sighed, the relief at your voice palpitating through the phone.

You looked at the phone noticing it was still 11:59, "I'm not too late," you sadly laughed out "Happy Birthday."

The clocked turned to 12:00 and Bakugou followed in suit, "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

That was the last of your birthdays with Bakugou, and by far the worst.

Pretty Thing

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

inspired by "Pretty Thing" by Stello

A/N I've been really bored and this is the only song I've been listening to but i'm definitely hopping through the lyrics to pick my favs and have them relevant to the story

this is definitely not my best work but it's just a lil fluff piece

This takes place in almost an AU just because Bakugou is obviously not staying up late nor is he smoking lmao

Warning Smoking, one little reference to dick

'Pretty thing You sure make it awful hard for me to say All my thoughts when you lean over onto me'

Bakugou could never get over how breathtaking you were. The way your pretty pink lips jutted from your face; the way your eyelids moved down your eyes; the way they'd peak from underneath your eyelashes while you looked at him. Every look at you made him lose his train of thought; it scared him sometimes. One glance from you could turn his angry, harsh nature into something soft and nervous.

It was especially bad now. You both sat next to each other in his bed; your knees were barely touching and that contact alone was causing every breath to get caught in Bakugou's throat; every movement you made sent a twitch through his body. You were just so pretty, such a pretty thing. And you were there with him, sitting in his room, in his bed.

"Let's stay in tonight" You play with my fingers when we're getting high So say it right'

When you had uttered those words to him; a simple request for it to just be you two, together, he thought he was just going to stop breathing completely. If it were anyone else he would've kicked them out of his room and called it a night--his bedtime is 8:30. But he couldn't say no to you.

"I guess we could stay in here" he murmured back, so much more reserved than he usually is--the nerves taking over his voice.

You just shot back a small smile and he knew he made the right decision. Though Bakugou is usually peaching health and keeping his body in perfect condition, he always liked to smoke with you. Sero and Denki always went out of their way to smoke, but you did it almost gracefully. The joint would sit so perfectly between your puckered lips; your eyes turning red and glossy. He couldn't resist, not when it only happened every once in awhile; so rarely it surely couldn't ruin his sharp mind and chiseled physique. Or at least that's what he told himself.

As you sat in comfortable silence, the soft music playing in the back, your pretty, pink tongue slipped between your lips to seal the joint. Then your manicured hands slid across the bed to the lighter; Bakugou forced his body to ignore the way your hands grazed his legs in the process.

'You play with my fingers when we're getting high So say it right'

As the night went on and the joint was passed back and forth, Bakugou's tension eased. You talked of everything: the stress of UA, your friends, your parents, and the next step once you finally left the academy. But Bakugou just wanted to talk about you; his feelings, your indescribable beauty, the way you make his words get caught before they can reach his tongue, the way his pants tighten when he's around you.

As your conversations went on, your hands went to his. You played with his fingers and mindlessly twiddled each one. If it weren't for the weed coursing through him, he'd probably have choked on every word he said. But he didn't. And that alone gave him enough courage to say a little more, to pass the unspoken line the two of you have established.

"I like this." he said, his voice quieter compared to the joy and laughter that was in it just a minute ago.

"Like what?" you asked just as quietly, but you knew what he was going to say.

"This. Being with you. Sitting with you. It," he paused, not knowing if he should keep going. If he should possibly ruin the comforting 'friendship' the two of you had. "being with you is so much different than anyone else."

You smiled knowingly, nodding slowly to show you understood exactly what he said. "I like it, too. I couldn't imagine spending my night with anyone else."

You scooted closer to him, surpassing the light leg touches and pressing up against him. Your head laid in the crook of his neck and the two of you just sat and listened to the music. Bakugou didn't say everything he wanted, but he was one step closer. and honestly he didn't need to say more, he knew you understood.

As you laid on Bakugou, tuckered out from the blend of indica you began to drift off. Your breathing eased and your eyes became unfocused. Little did you know Bakugou was looking down at you, scanning your content face and sleepy eyes. He couldn't stop staring and all he could think was

'Pretty Thing'

A/N this could be better but here ya go 🤷‍♀️

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Violent

Bakugo x reader

inspired by Violent by carolesdaughter

A/N: not me listening to this song on repeat for like 4 hours 🤠

Updated A/N: This was in my drafts from like 3 years ago or something and I'm bored rn so I decided to finish it even though it's shitty..

Warnings: cussing, divorce

Don’t make me run away out the back door

Katsuki constantly came home late or missed dates because of hero work. Which is ok, you know he loves his job and you’re going to support him in every way you can. But today was different, today was your first anniversary of being married. He swore that he would come home this time, that he already told people at his agency to have a different hero take over his patrol. But he obviously didn’t.

Because here you sat, alone, in the restaurant that Katsuki wanted to go to. Everyone in the fancy restaurant stared at you with pity or intrigued looks as if your life was a show. Your fingers dug into your other hand, desperately trying to cease the threatening tears as you got stood up—by your husband—again. You couldn’t do this anymore. This was the only time you thought Katsu was finally going to show up; he was finally going to put you first. You thought you could handle his absence but you just can’t. Not anymore. Your ever-growing tears blurred the soft lights from the diamond chandeliers above your head; your body trembled slightly, causing the intricately carved chair you were sitting on to shake on the polished, mahogany floor.

“Um, excuse me. Are you ok? Do you need anything?” A soft hand tapped your shoulder, and you turned to your waiter.

Your hand came up and wiped at your eyes before you smiled sadly up at her and shaking your head no. You mumbled out a ‘one minute’ before taking out your card and giving it to her, going to pay for your two full glasses of wine. Eyes pointed forward as you waited, you stared at the empty chair, a sight you were more used to than not. And then you realized something: Katsuki doesn’t love you, not the way you love him; Not enough to make you feel happy.

I want my clothes back

When Katsuki finally got home you were already undressed and lying on the couch. Sleeping next to Katsuki after everything he had consistently put you through seemed too hard; pretending everything was ok seemed too hard so you decided you'd demote yourself to the living room. You heard him when he got home since the tears hadn't been able to send you to sleep like usual. The realization tonight had caused pain unlike the other nights he had shown you he didn't care. Tonight the emptiness and anger kept you awake despite your best attempts to fall asleep. Katsuki moved from the front door and through the kitchen, then through the living room past you, and to the bedroom. He didn't bother to stop and check on you, he didn't bother to give a half-hearted apology like usual, he didn't bother to do anything. He doesn't care; he doesn't love you. That was it: you got up and grabbed your keys and wallet from the kitchen counter before moving towards the door and slipping your shoes on. You were being as loud as possible in hopes--unlikely as it would be--that Katsuki would come out and try to stop you. His wife, someone who loves him, someone who cooks for him and washes his hero suits, someone who cleans for him since he doesn't have enough time with all his work. But none of that truly matters to him and you were shown that tonight. He didn't come out, didn't even yell out a "y/n," he just ignored it. So you kept going; you grabbed your coat, and shed off Katsuki's hoodie, not wanting anything to do with him at the moment, and left your shared apartment.

You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you

It had been a few weeks since you had left the apartment. Katsuki had tried to get in touch the first few days but it was a pointless endeavor. You ignored him and had Mina stop him from visiting you at her house. It wasn't something you could handle; it wasn't something you could deal with after a year of pleading for effort and being ignored again and again. However, after a week or so you caved; he was your husband; 'your' Katsuki. You couldn't stay away for too long, which is why you stayed so long in the first place. The texts were full of promises: "I love you, I had to cover someone else's shift. I promise," "I'll do better, I promise," "It's the last time, I promise." They weren't working, you knew they weren't sincere. But after a while, you were broken down, and when he sent his last text you knew hoped it could change: "I miss you, y/n, please come home."

Don’t make me get violent

The first week or so you were back Katsuki showered you in kisses, cuddles, gifts, whatever you could name. But it quickly went away. It quickly turned back into "I have work," "I'll male it next time," "I told you our date wasn't confirmed, I have work and there's nothing I can do about it." After all his promises you were naive enough to believe him, but you wouldn't sit back and beg anymore. When he got home after another cancelled date you knew it was over.

"Katsuki, I can't do this anymore," you say solemnly "You promised it would be different, but this past year you've never changed. You leave me to sit and wait. To beg for your attention. I waited for hours on our fucking anniversary just for you not to show."

"I-" Katsuki started but you cut him off.

"No! You don't get to talk. I'm tired of your half-assed apologies, I'm tired of your little "I'll be better"s! It's not fair. And I'm done." You yell before taking a moment to calm your breathing. "We're done." You finish.

Katsuki looks shocked, annoyed even, but he doesn't look hurt. He doesn't look sad, remorseful, or even remotely upset. He just squares his jaw and looks at you. "We're done?" His voice is steady and it's obvious he doesn't care, he's just tired of this conversation after a long day of work.

"Yes" you mumble, shocked by his reaction and hurt by how obvious it is he doesn't care.

"I want my ring back" Katsuki grunts out, holding his hand out.

You pause in absolute disbelief and take it off before walking out. Katsuki doesn't deserve a reaction anymore.

You don’t listen anyways, I’ll be quiet

I don’t really feel like fighting

A/N: This is genuinely bad but I don't care, I just got bored and wanted to write. I also didn't proof read just a heads up.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader angst #mha angst #mha bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katuski #my hero academia

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hang around the ice cream with steve during the summer and while you’re sitting there reading and eating ice cream and steve getting jealous

Idk what this is. I just love Steve and all I’ve been doing is imagining him being my husband. So enjoy this blurb

Warning: gets a little 😏😏 suggestive at the end (nothing major)

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