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[sukisweetie]

so i just realized i never updated the urls or whatev for my fics. i will be fixing that this weekend! also so want to come back to this blog but i dont know if that’ll happen anytime soon (blah blah blah writers block blah blah blah imposter syndrome)

but with the ending of mha and the holidays coming to an end i could be tempted to write again

[deeversuswords]

[mintmatcha]

okay back to tiktok star turning social media manager reader and bakugo

[mintmatcha]

It's strange, how you always seem to be there to grab a picture, yet he never spots you until you're right upon him. It's like you settle into the scenery and live there, waiting for your moment to strike. He wonders if this is how a mouse feels right before a snake emerges from the grass.

"You know." He tells the room because he knows you're in here, somewhere. "You probably would have been a great hero if you actually used that sneaky ass weirdo quirk of yours properly."

Bakugo stills his breath and listens. There's no muffled sound of breathing or footsteps, no sign of you at all. He thinks maybe, just maybe, he's misjudged, and you aren't here, so he throws out another barb-

"Instead you chose to be some pretty faced tiktok bimbo."

Again, he pauses. Nothing. He steps back and, for the briefest moment, the hair on the back of his neck stands up- his body on high alert before his brain can react. It's followed by the warm, timed release of breath against the back of his neck, then your arms, draping over his shoulders.

"So you think I'm pretty."

He shrugs you away to hide how his body flinches.

"Oh, please. You have two million subscribers on your tiktok: you know you're damn pretty."

When Bakugo turns, you have that same, tight lipped closed smile as ever.

"You think I'm pretty and you've been stalking my socials," you say. "Be careful, 'tsuki. People are going to think we're dating."

"I wanted to fucking talk about that." He steps one way, you step the other, circling each other, never breaking eye contact. it's strangely intimate, strangely electric. The hunt, the chase- he's apart of it and he's not sure where he's the chaser or the chased.

"Thanks to your shit-ass post, people think I've got some secret girlfriend."

"And now you're more desirable than ever," you say. Bakugo can't deny that- his DMs have been crawling with girls way out of his fucking league. "You're welcome."

"How's that make any sense?"

"People always want something they can't have." You look him up and down again like you're sizing him up to eat. The air has the hint of your perfume- how did he not smell it before? "That's how I know your friends have been asking a lot of questions about me."

Bakugo takes it back. There's no doubt in his mind that he's the one being hunted.

"I'd take Izuku's number, by the way."

"Fuck off."

[sukisweetie]

me thinks i might fuck around and write something

[yuwuta]

got a million asks to answer but i have to greys anatomy-ify jjk i do..... particularly yuuta because the idea of him in a white coat and round glasses yelling at his interns because they made a mistake on his 4 year old patient is driving me. insane. desperately desperately need need him

[princess-okkotsu2]

Please talk about pediatric surgeon yuuta every time I think about him I turn into a puddle of goo

[yuwuta]

you really shouldn't enable this behavior.... i could go on for days... but for now pls consider the following:

he unironically watches/keeps up with so many kid’s shows/movies so that he has something to talk about his patients with which is always a hit with the kids but sometimes he forgets his audience and he’ll make such an obscure kid’s show reference while you’re at lunch and you and everyone else is just ??? and he’s like “you know—from bluey!! in that episode where… oh… you probably don’t watch bluey haha….” which is so embarrassing every time but equally as endearing

he’s never told anybody this but he has your initials embroidered on the inside of all his scrub caps and it makes him just a little bit giddy every time he’s getting ready to scrub into surgery

he can also be found singing to/with kids whenever he has to take their blood or do anything that might cause them to cry in order to distract them or just get them to sleep/calm down… and sometimes if you play your cards right and pretend to fall asleep in his arms, you can hear him humming or singing very quietly to you too 

between his locker, his fridge, and his teeny desk at work he has about a million coloring pages gifted to him by his patients or siblings of his patients, all saying how they love him and he’s the bestest doctor in the world. the pediatric nurses also bought one of those cheap ring stackers/holders that they keep at the nurses’ station and add all the plastic/toy rings that kids “propose” to yuuta with. they have a bet about how many proposals he’ll receive every month

he hates when you call him doctor okkotsu. not because of formalities or anything but he hates that he has a thing for you saying it, and it really, really doesn’t fair well when you call him that and then he has to endure the rest of his day with his very pathetic fantasies about you

he really only needs his glasses to read but he often forgets to take them off, which isn’t really a problem for you because he looks so good in them… and, really, you don’t mind when it’s the two of you cramped in a teeny on call room and yuuta’s glasses are halfway down his nose and sort of foggy. he always laughs and reaches to set them aside, but you’re the first to push them back up the bridge of his nose and insist that he keep them on (and he listens, of course… except, it does have him blushing whenever he’s actually reading and he has to push his glasses back up himself)… and when he doesn’t forget to take them off, he always wears them on his head like sunglasses and it pushes his hair back but a few pieces slip out and fall forward to frame his face and it’s no wonder all the nurses from the new grads to the senior staff are a little bit in love with him 

[sukisweetie]

the thought of co-worker!bakugo has me in a chokehold

[everypanelofhitoshi]

Chapter 382 - Don't Let Him Go

[youneedsomeprompts]

How to write a kiss scene

requested by: anon request: How do I write a good kiss scene? As how do I describe it? What details or words would make it good?

What goes into the writing of a kiss scene?

details to incorporate:

the sensations in their stomach, their chest, and their knees

the way their breathing changes shortly before the kiss

the feeling of the other's hands

the texture of the other's clothing

the moment they realise they've reached the point of no return

the feeling they're left with after the kiss

words to use...

... to describe the kiss:

tentative

tender

hesitant

quick

soft

gentle

delicate

languid

feathery

familiar

exploring

hungry

heated

fiery

frantic

impatient

sloppy

messy

aggressive

... to describe how they feel about the kiss:

nervous

excited

giddy

anxious

apprehensive

ambiguous

surprised

reassured

certain

confident

relieved

eager

greedy

... to show what the lips do:

exploring each other

brushing over each other

locking

devouring

touching

sealing

pressing against each other

capturing

lapping

tasting

crushing together

travelling (the other's body)

trailing (down to the other's chin)

grinning into the kiss

caressing

lingering

... to show how their body reacts:

feeling warm all over

buzzing

humming

pumping/palpitating heart

clenching lungs

joy bubbling up

tingly stomach

warm chest

burning cheeks

sweaty palms

blood rushing through their veins

... to describe what their hands are doing:

tangling in their lover's hair

wrapping their arms around their lover's neck

intertwining their fingers with their lover

resting on their lover's hips

pressing into their lover's shoulder blades

cupping their lover's cheeks

touching their lover's chin

curling their arm around their lover's waist

resting on their lover's shoulders

grabbing their lover's collar

sneaking up under their lover's shirt

brushing over their lover's bare skin

lightly squeezing their lover's butt

focus on:

the sensations instead of what's physically happening. (the protagonists might very well not know themselves what is happening exactly, but they feel very precisely)

I hope this helps <3

[bflevi]

─── No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her // B. Katsuki

— Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader • Word count: 6.3k —

Content warnings: early relationship tings <3, miscommunication, public(ish) sex, consensual somnophilia, brief arguments, power imbalance (technically), boss + personal assistant, smut, p -> v, oral, happy ending

Summary: Surely there can be no consequences falling in love with your explosive boss, right? The second installment of a series following the trials and tribulations of falling in love (deeper, deeper, deeper) with The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (but with you, it's Katsuki, always Katsuki).

— Chapter Index -> xxx | Next Chapter -> xxx —

“Good morning, Bakugou.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” the blonde says with a smirk.

He pinches your side and you bite back a smile, leveling him with a playful glare. The agency was bustling with energy, everyone in a good mood thanks to Bakugou’s increase in rank, even the explosive hero himself was at ease.

“So,” he starts, “what bullshit do ya have me workin’ on today.” You follow him into his office, pretending to ignore the way he clicks the lock in place behind you.

“Well,” you say, shuffling through your paperwork, “Pro-Hero Creati will be calling in about 30 minutes to discuss a charity event she will be hosting soon. After that–

You’re cut off by a pair of lips over yours, his teeth nipping playfully at your lower lip before he pulls away.

“30 minutes is plenty of time,” he says with a smirk, pulling your paperwork out of your arms and depositing it onto the desk.

“Plenty of time for what?” you ask breathlessly, hands fisting his hair as his mouth travels the expanse of your neck. He ignores your words, hands gripping your backside before smoothing under the ends of your skirt. 

“Baku– 

He pulls away with a snarl, pushing you up and onto his desk, “None of that Bakugou shit here, not when it’s just you and I. What’s my name sweetheart?”

His hands push back under your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your panty line.

“Katsuki,” you whimper.

“Love the sound of my name comin’ from your mouth,” he groans, pulling your panties to the side to run through your naked folds, “think I can make you scream it?”

His mouth is back on yours in an instant, tongue pushing into your mouth as your hips buck up into him. Katsuki’s lips swallow your whines, chuckling into your open mouth when your legs attempt to close around his larger frame.

“Gonna cum on my fingers,” he goads, slipping a single digit into you. The sound of your arousal fills the office, moans increasing when he adds a second finger.

“Kat– Katsuki,” you whine, “‘m gonna–

A knock cuts you off, the both of you scrambling to present yourself more professionally. You whimper when Katsuki pops his fingers into his mouth, smirking at you when he tastes your juices on his tongue. Another knock sounds in the room, making him scowl.

“Christ,” he yells, “come in already.”

There’s shuffling outside of the door before the voice flows through, “It’s locked,” they finally respond.

You gather your things, pressing one last kiss to Bakugou’s lips before unlocking the door.

“Sorry about that,” you say sheepishly, “must have accidentally locked it when I was coming in.”

Kirishima stands there with a smirk on his lips, eyeing both you and Bakugou, “Right,” he says, “no worries.” 

“What do you want, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou says, his tone laced with irritation as he sits behind his desk, doing his best to hide his obvious arousal. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to regain his composure.

“I’ll be leaving now,” you say, your voice slightly shaky as you stand near the door. “Don’t forget your call with Creati, Kats–Dynamight. Uh, bye.”

You turn quickly, scurrying out of the room and leaving Bakugou with a mix of frustration and desire.

As you leave, you can't help but notice Kirishima's knowing looks directed at you. You avoid his gaze, your heart racing, and make your way down the hallway. Once you're at a safe distance, you lean against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Back in the office, Kirishima looks to Bakugou with a mischievous smile spread across his features.

“Sooooo, Dynamight, what was that all about?” Bakugou scowls at his friend, his cheeks still tinged with red.

“Shut up, Red. It’s none of your damn business.”

Kirishima chuckles, leaning against the desk casually. “Come on, man, don’t be so secretive. It’s obvious something's going on between you and Yn. You can't hide that from me!”

Bakugou clenches his jaw, his frustration growing. Kirishima has always been good at reading him, and this situation is no different. He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, yeah, something's going on. But it's complicated, alright?”

Kirishima raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Complicated, huh? Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?”

Bakugou grumbles under his breath, but he appreciates Kirishima's offer. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s not really complicated. I mean, were– you know…”

“Together?” Kirishima offers with a smirk.

“Yeah, whatever. We just wanna keep it between us for now, so keep your loud mouth shut, ya hear?” 

Kirishima laughs, pushing away from the desk. “Sure thing, bro. You know I’m here for you.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flush at the sentiment, rolling his eyes before scoffing at the man. “So, why’re you here?” Kirishima fights back a chuckle, “Patrol, man. It’s already 5:00.”

“Fuck.”

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“Breakfast?” Katsuki asks, hand smoothing down your back where you lay in his bed.

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” you whisper, eyes fluttering at his soft touches.

“How do you like your eggs?” he asks, moving to get out of the bed.

“Unfertilized,” you say with a teasing grin. He smirks at that, standing in the doorway,

“Oh really,” he says, “that’s not what you were saying last night.” His loud cackles echo throughout the house as he dodges the pillow you throw at him. 

You sigh before getting out of bed, padding into his bathroom to wash your face and use the restroom. You leave the room after slipping on his t-shirt you’d worn last night, the memory of what caused it to be strewn on the floor leaving a flushed smile on your face. The sound of pots and pans clattering about fills his home, the smell of coffee over taking your senses.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, patting your arms where they’re linked around his slim waist. “Food’ll be ready soon.”

You press a kiss to his back before pouring both of you coffees and setting the table for your meal. He joins you shortly after, pressing a kiss to your head before he sits down. 

You yelp when your chair drags closer to his, giggling as he mumbles how you’re “too far away.” You sigh in content, humming gratefully at the food he’d prepared for the two of you.

“This is nice,” you say with a grin, hand squeezing his bicep, “I do have to ask, what do we do now?”

Bakugou hums in thought, “Technically, there’s no rule keepin’ us from being together.”

You nod in agreement, taking a sip of your coffee before continuing, “Right, but I mean more… Publicity-wise. ‘Dynamight in secret love affair with personal assistant!’ You know the press would eat that up.” 

He snorts at your words, rubbing a hand on your thigh, “You know I don’t care what those extras think, right?”

You press a kiss to his arm, “I know, but there’s more than that, Katsu. Your hero rank, lack of privacy…”

He frowns, “So you wanna stay a secret?”

Bakugou turns his whole body to you, breakfast forgotten. You sigh in content, humming gratefully at the food he’d prepared for the two of you. Your fingers trace small patterns on his forearm as you consider your words.

“I don’t want to hide, Katsuki. But I also don’t want our relationship to overshadow your achievements or put unnecessary pressure on you.”

He leans back in his chair, the cogs of his mind audibly turning. “You’ve got a point. But you’re also important to me. I won’t just hide you in the shadows.”

You smile warmly, feeling the sincerity in his words. “How about we find a balance? We can be open about our relationship with close friends and family. As for the public, we can let them know eventually, but let it happen naturally, not because of some scandal.”

He considers this, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his chin. “Yeah, that could work. And anyone who’s got a problem with it can go to hell.”

You chuckle, “Agreed. And we can take our time. There’s no rush.”

Bakugou's expression softens as he reaches across the table, his hand finding yours. “You always know how to level my head, don’t ya?”

You intertwine your fingers with his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Well, that’s what personal assistants are for, right?”

He rolls his eyes, but a fond smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. But seriously, thanks.”

You lean over and press a lingering kiss on his cheek. “Anytime, Katsu.”

As the two of you finish your breakfast, you feel a renewed sense of connection and understanding. The future might hold its challenges, but you're ready to face them together, finding a way to navigate the complexities of love and heroism hand in hand.

“So I’m your dirty little secret,” Katsuki teases, fingers pinching your sides. His grin brightens at your laughter, hands caressing your sides. 

“For now!” you say, hand cupping his face, “I just got you, I want you to myself for a little bit.”

He smirks at this, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, pulling you into his lap, “Oh yeah?”

You laugh at his actions, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” you whisper breathlessly before his lips capture your own. 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“Fuck,” Katsuki groans, hands squeezing your hips, “what time’s the meeting?”

Hands move quickly to remove clothing, groping and grazing bare skin as you’re revealed to each other.

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, lips ghosting your neck.

“Fif-fifteen minutes,” you whimper breathlessly, hands fisting his hair. He hums in approval, tugging your underwear to the side to run a finger through your dripping folds.

“So wet f’me,” he rasps, pushing a finger into your waiting hole, “ya get off on this, hah? Me fuckin’ you in here when anyone could walk in?”

You whimper at his words, hips bucking into his touch, shying away from his filthy words. “Nuh uh,” he growls, “don’t hide, bunny. Wanna see how you’re fallin’ apart for me.” 

Your lips press sloppily onto his, swallowing each other's moans as his pace increases.

“Please, Katsu,” you whine.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” 

“Need you,” your hands unclasp his belt, unbuttoning his zipper before pulling his flushed cock out, “need you now, please.”

Moans fall from his mouth as your hands circle his leaky tip, hips bucking into you to chase the delicious friction. Katsuki pulls away at a particularly hard squeeze to the base of his cock, staving off his high as he evens his breaths.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” You nod, yelping when he lands a smack to your thigh.

“Words,” he says, running the tip of his cock through your folds.

“Yes, Katsuki. Please, ‘m ready for you.”

He grins at your words tapping his cock against your clit a final time before sinking into you. Breaths hitch and eyes roll back, the feeling of coming together as one overwhelming your senses. His hips piston and and out of your greedily once you give him your approval, his mouth biting and nipping at the side of your neck as he draws you closer to heaven.

“Shit,” he groans, “need you to finish for me, princess.” Your eyes wander to the clock placed at the front of the room— 5 minutes until the room would be filled with your coworkers. 

Katsuki’s fingers find your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the aching bud, angling his hips to press deep against your cervix every time he thrusts into you.

“C-cumming,” you moan, hips bucking into him to chase your impending high.

“‘m right behind ya, sweetheart. Come on my cock so I can stuff ya full.”

His words are your undoing, body trembling as your eyes roll back. The white hot sensation only Katsuki could bring rushes over you, legs squeezing his waist, cunt milking his cock. His hips stutter, whimpers of your name falling from his lips as his own high washes over him. His warmth spreading in you as he thrusts into you one final time leaves you gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, legs shaking and breath panting. 

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, pulling away from you with a boyish grin and shy eyes.

Soft kisses are exchanged before you rush to clean each other up. A finger brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, a hand runs through his messy locks, taming them back into their normal shape. His hand straightens your skirt, giving your ass a small pat when he’s done with his work. Your hands finish the last of his buttons, giving his chest a pat before pressing a kiss to his sharp jawline.

The soft ‘I love you’s’ left unsaid as soft touches and gentle glances are exchanged. His usual scowl overtaking his features as the first person enters the room.

He looks to you, ‘play nice,’ your eyes say.

Katsuki gives you a wink, ‘just for you,’ it says. 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“Do I have to go?” Katsuki whines, face pressed against your chest as your fingers run through his golden locks.

“Yes, Katsu,” you say, grinning at his childish antics, “you already told Creati you’d be there.”

His head moves from its resting place, crimson eyes leveling you with a glare, “No,” he huffs, “I told her I would donate to the charity, you told her I would go to the dinner.”

You roll your eyes at him, cupping his face to press chaste kisses to his pout. You chuckle softly, your fingers tracing patterns along his jawline as you meet his defiant gaze.

"Details, details," you tease, the corners of your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Come on, Katsu, it's just a dinner. And it's for a good cause."

He lets out an exaggerated sigh, flopping back against the couch dramatically. "Fine," he concedes, though his scowl remains firmly in place. "But only because you're making that face."

"Ah, my irresistible persuasion skills at work," you reply, leaning down to capture his lips in a lingering kiss, savoring the soft warmth and taste of him. "You won't regret it, I promise. Plus, you'll get to show off that expensive suit I picked out for you a few months ago."

Katsuki's scowl finally breaks into a reluctant smirk, his fingers finding their way to the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss. "Alright," he mumbles against your lips, "but you owe me, got it?"

You laugh softly, nuzzling your nose against his. "Deal. I'll make it up to you somehow." He quirks an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh, I have a few ideas in mind."

"Is that so?" you respond with mock innocence. His fingers dance along your spine, sending shivers down your back.

"Mhm, can start now if ya want." His kisses linger, tongue running over your bottom lip before you’re pulling away.

“Nice try, blasty boy. You need to be getting ready,” you press one final kiss to his growing scowl, “I’ll give you your treat afterwards.”

His frown deepens, mumbling under his breath how he’s, ‘Not a fuckin’ dog,’ before he’s stomping into his room to get ready. You follow after him with a fond grin, mentally making a checklist over things you’ll need to do at your own home tonight once you’ve left his.

“What if you come with me?” he says once you’ve entered his closet, his back is to you— to hide the blush on his cheeks, you’re sure.

“Katsu—

“Plenty of people bring plus ones, why can’t you be mine?” His hands adjust his cufflinks, eyes pleading with yours.

“We’ve already talked about this Katsuki, I—

“It’s been four months, yn,” he says with exasperation, “I understood you wanting to keep us a secret then, but now? You practically live with me, I mean—

“I understand that, Katsuki,” you say, trying to keep an even tone, “We don’t know how this will affect you in the long run. Your hero rankings, your—

“I don’t care!” he says with a raised voice, shaking his head before running his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

You approach him gently, running your hands up his arms before tilting his head to face you. “It’s okay, Katsuki. I want this too, I really do. But as much as you say you don’t care, we both know you do. I don’t want to be the reason your hero ranking drops, or the reason the press is on your ass.”

He nods his head, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. A kiss is pressed to your head, he breathes in a sigh of relief.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you more.”

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“Dynamight!”

“Over here, Dynamight!”

“Dynamight, who are you wearing?”

The lights flash and Bakugou’s teeth clench. Their voices overflow, becoming so mashed together it’s like static. His fists dig into his palms. Bakugou stands on his marks, scowl plastered on his face as he tries to quickly make his way down the line. It isn’t until an overeager interviewer intercepts him that he stops.

“Could we ask you a few questions, Dynamight?”

Katsuki grunts in response, eyes darting about to find his nearest exit. 

Bakugou's scowl deepens as the interviewer's microphone is shoved in his face. He takes a deep breath, suppressing the urge to snap at them. The blinding lights and cacophony of voices continue to assault his senses, but he's been through this enough times to know how to handle it, even if he despises every moment.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he mutters, his tone clipped and impatient.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly itching to get away from the suffocating spotlight. The interviewer doesn't seem to notice or care about Bakugou's lack of enthusiasm.

"Dynamight, the gala tonight is for a noble cause. Can you tell us what it means to you to be a part of it?"

Bakugou's jaw clenches again, his irritation palpable. He doesn't particularly enjoy these types of events, and being questioned about his feelings isn't making it any better.

"Look, I'm here 'cause I said I'd be here. It's a charity thing. Don't read too much into it."

The interviewer presses on, undeterred by Bakugou's brusque response. "And can you give us a hint about your fashion choice tonight? The fans are dying to know."

Bakugou fights the urge to roll his eyes. "Don’t know anythin’ about it, my P.A. picked it out."

The interviewer's smile remains plastered, as if Bakugou's curt replies are water off a duck's back.

"Of course, Dynamight. And one last question: fans have been speculating that you have a special someone in your life. Care to comment?"

Bakugou shifts his weight again, his impatience growing more apparent. "Fail to see how that’s any of your business."

He turns abruptly, walking away from the interviewer and the flashing lights, his steps quick and purposeful. As he heads towards the entrance of the venue, the noise and chaos slowly fade behind him, replaced by a sense of relief. He might be a hero used to facing danger, but the red carpet and press events remain a different kind of challenge altogether. He sighs, tilting his head back, and he can’t help but wish you were here on his arm to calm his nerves. 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, good moring, ‘suki,” you moan, running through his hair as his tongue laves over your exposed nipple.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you start, yelping when his teeth nip at your skin, “but care to tell me what you’re doing in– Katsuki, fuck– in my apartment.”

His tongue laps at your core, lips sucking your bud gently into his mouth, “Missed you,” he replies simply, throwing your legs over his shoulders before burying himself between your legs.

It’s clear he’s eating you out for his pleasure, tongue delving inside you, obscene moans falling from his lips when you clench on his tongue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he moans, his own hips rutting into the mattress.

As if commanded by his word, your body responds. Hips arching and mouth falling open as cries of his name fall from your lips. 

He’s gentle in his clean up, tongue running eagerly to ensure he’s gathered every drop of you. Katsuki presses a lingering kiss to your clit before pulling away, pressing soft kisses up your body before flopping on top of you. Laughing to himself when you let out an ‘oof’ in response. Your fingers run through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

“How was the gala?” you query, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head.

“Shit,” he responds, nuzzling himself further into you. You remain in comfortable silence, breaths intermingling as your heartbeats synchronize.

“Breakfast?” you finally ask, pulling his face to look at you.

“I already had mine, sweetheart,” he says with a wink, laughing loudly when you reach to smack him with a pillow.

You and Katsuki’s morning routine was always the same, no matter who’s house you were staying at. It had become a comforting ritual that grounded both of you in the midst of your busy lives. Whether it was at your place or his, the familiarity of the routine was a small haven of tranquility. He’d be up before you always, choosing to prepare breakfast while you lingered in bed until you found motivation. (Usually the delectable smell of his cooking).

The sound of sizzling from the kitchen indicated that Katsuki was already preparing breakfast. You slipped out of bed, grabbing a robe before making your way to the kitchen. There he was, standing over the stove in his pajama pants, his blond hair slightly disheveled.

"Smells good," you murmur to him with a soft smile as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He grunts in response, not turning away from the stove.

"What's on the menu today?" you asked, peeking over his shoulder to see the eggs and bacon sizzling in the pan.

"Scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple and fast," he replied, finally glancing at you with a half-smile. "Just the way you like it."

“Unfertilized?” you tease, shrieking when he tries to pinch your sides. 

You couldn't help but laugh at his behavior. His soft eyes and boyish grin were so different from his public persona everyone else knew. Here, in the early hours of the morning, he was just a guy who enjoyed cooking breakfast and having you around. As he finished cooking and plated the food, you set the table, making sure everything was just the way you both liked it. Then you sat down together, sharing a meal and the quiet moments of the morning.

The conversations were easy, a mix of light banter and plans for the day ahead. Once breakfast was done, you'd clean up together, a seamless dance that you had perfected over time. And as you got ready for the day, your routines might diverge, but that shared morning space always remained constant.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you more.”

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“We’ve already been over this, Katsuki,” you say, tone laced in annoyance as you continue to prepare dinner.

“No,” he says gruffly, “you’ve been tellin’ me what we need to do, and I’ve been listening.”

You breathe deeply, trying to calm the storm brewing between the two of you before it became catastrophic.

“It’s not that I don’t want people to know, Katsuki,” you start, “I just don’t–

“Don’t want it to affect my public image, I know,” he says with a sigh.

Katsuki clenches his fists, frustration evident in his fiery gaze. The tension in the room is palpable, the air crackling with unspoken words. You both stand there, the aroma of the half-prepared dinner now a bitter reminder of the argument at hand.

“Look,” he finally says, his voice strained, “I get it. I get that you’re worried about how it might look, but damn it, this is about us. It’s about our life together.”

You turn away from the stove, facing him fully. His words hit you hard, and you can see the sincerity etched on his face. The tough exterior he often wears has softened, revealing the vulnerability he rarely shows.

“I know it’s about us, Katsuki,” you reply, your tone softer now, the annoyance giving way to a tinge of sadness. “But you have to understand how important this is for your career. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, and I can’t just let you throw it all away.”

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm.

“Do you really see us that way? Baby, I understand you’re scared, but being with you isn’t going to put me out of job,” he says, his voice softer too. “I just want to be able to take you out, to show off what’s mine. I want to be with you.”

“I need time, Katsuki. Time to figure out how to make this work without jeopardizing everything I’ve worked for.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, his hand falling back to his side.

“Time?” he says, his voice heavy with resignation. “All I’ve been givin’ you is time. Don’t know how much more I have in me.”

The words hang in the air, a painful truth that neither of you can escape. The weight of his emotions and the reality of the situation press down on you, threatening to crush the love you share. You turn back to the stove, blinking back tears.

“I need to finish making dinner,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Katsuki doesn’t respond. The silence between you stretches, a gaping chasm filled with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled desires. And then, with a heavy sigh, you hear the door open and close.

Alone in the dimly lit kitchen, you slump against the counter, the weight of your choices and the loss of his warmth hanging heavy on your shoulders. The sizzle of the pan and the aroma of the food now feel like a cruel reminder of what was lost. You wipe away a tear and take a shaky breath. The fight may be over, but the war within you has just begun.

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

He’d left that night and returned home, leaving you to finish a dinner prepared for two. It was strange being in your home without him, ever since you’d gotten together, you’d rarely spend the nights apart. Even your small mattress felt large without Katsuki’s broad frame taking up the space. 

It’s lonely at first, but the space is welcomed. Allowing you to focus on what you really wanted. You knew you wanted him of course, but did you want the inevitable baggage that came with it? Were you a bad person for thinking of it as such?

Days passed since that fateful evening, each day a struggle to find balance between your work and the love you hold for Katsuki. Your apartment felt emptier, the silence more pronounced, and the absence of his presence a constant ache in your heart. Work was hard, being so close, and feeling so far. Your heart ached to fill the gap wedged between the two of you, heart aching at every longing glance and lingering touch. 

"Hey," he says, finally breaking the silence, his voice softer than you've heard it in weeks.

"Hey," you reply, clicking the door shut to his office.

"I've been thinking," he begins, his gaze fixed on the ground, "and I realize I haven't been fair. I've been pushin’ you to do somethin’ you're not ready for, and I should've understood what you were sayin’ about all the career shit. I know it’s something we need to work for.”

You look at him, surprised by his honesty. His vulnerability is a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.

"And I'm sorry," he continues, finally meeting your eyes, "for stormin’ out like that. I was hurt and frustrated, but I shouldn't have left like that. And I shoulda talked to you sooner.” 

“Why didn’t you?” you say, voice wobbling, “talk to me sooner?”

He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh through his nose, “Was afraid that if I did you were just gonna tell me you were done.” 

Tears gather in your eyes as you listen to his words. The apology you’d been yearning for, the acknowledgment that your feelings are valid, that you’ll both be okay.

"I'm sorry too," you say, your voice catching. "I've been so focused on the small things that I didn't consider how my choices were affecting you. And I've been afraid to face my own fears, I just don’t want you to grow to hate me if something bad happens."

Katsuki reaches out, his hand finding yours. The touch is warm and reassuring, a tangible connection that bridges the emotional gap between you.

"We can figure this out together," he says softly. "I don't want to lose us over something like this."

You nod, a sense of hope blossoming within you. The sun dips lower in the sky, casting a warm glow around you both.

"I want the world to know about us," you admit, your voice steady. "I wanna hold your hand and kiss you in public. And I wanna be your plus one to those galas you hate so much” 

Katsuki's lips curve into a small smile, and he squeezes your hand gently. "You don’t have to do this just for me, sweetheart. We can figure it all out later."

“I want to,” you say, walking behind the desk to rest on his lap. You sigh in relief at the contact, melting into his lap as you allow each other to embrace for the first time in days.

“I missed you so much, yn.”

You squeeze him impossibly harder, waterline burning with tears as he presses soft kisses to your neck, “I missed you more, Katsu.”

He nips at your neck at this, pulling back to look into your eyes.

“Impossible,” he says with a smirk, fingers pinching your sides.

“Ah! Katsuki!” his hands glide up your sides, continuing their assault before kisses filled with laughter are shared.

“I love you, Katsu,” you whisper to him, fingers tracing the familiar ridges of his face.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

“What’s on your mind, hmm?” He runs his fingers through your hair, eyes swimming with admiration.

“What if they don’t like me?” you whisper, eyes avoidant. A frown falls on his face at your words, hands cupping your face to force you to meet his gaze.

“You think I care what those damn extras think, sweetheart?”

Bakugou says, hands gripping your waist. Your breaths intermingle, lips ghosting.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to. Who I belong to,” he says with trembling lips. He lifts you onto the desk, hands sliding under your skirt to ghost at the line of your underwear.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, desperation lacing your voice. 

He obliges when you grind your hips up, dexterous fingers slipping your panties to the side to run his fingers through your folds.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he mumbles under his breath, lips sending shivers down your spine. He enters a single finger, curling it up to press into your aching core.

He’s quick to pick up the pace at your whines, voice harsh in your ear, “If I drop two ranks, I’ll climb up four. I’ll save every extra in this goddamn city. Catch every fuckin’ villian I have to.”

You whimper at his words, your hands grasping the hairs resting at the nape of his neck,

“You’d do that for me?” you whisper.

“I’d do anythin’ for you,” he growls, forehead pressed to yours, “I’d burn this city to the ground and rebuild it with my hands for you.”

His fingers pick up their pace, lips ghosting over your neck.

“I’d kill for you,” he whispers, “I’d die for you,” his teeth sink into your neck, tongue lapping over the skin, “I’d live for you.”

“Katsuki,” you cry out, hips bucking as your high washes over you.

“Need to be in you,” he moans, lips chasing yours as you fumble to pull his cock out.

“Please,” you whimper, grinding into his touch when his cockhead finally runs through your folds.

“Love you,” he moans breathlessly, “love this pussy, missed it so much. Missed bein’ close to you.”

Both of your hands travel to his girth, wrapping around the throbbing length before pushing his tip through the first ring of muscle.

“Love you,” you whine, “love you, Katsu. Need it so bad.”

He groans at your words, hips flush with yours to allow you time to adjust to his length.

Sloppy kisses are exchanged, teeth clash together, tongues soothing the dull ache.

“Move, please,” you whine into his open mouth.

Katsuki pulls out slowly before snapping his hips back into you, gruff moans falling from his lips at the feeling of your cunt clenching down on him.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he moans, “she’s suckin’ me right in. Think she missed me?”

There’s a smirk on his face at his words, hands gripping your waist as he pounds deeper into you, cockhead battering into the soft spot only he could find every time. Whimpers fall from your lips, hips chasing the delicious friction his cock brings, nails embedded in his back to bring him as close as you can. 

It’s so familiar– the way you both move. Hips matching each other, hands tracing familiar skin, tongues lapping at the sweat– the tears. It’s hard to tell where he ends and you begin, your bodies becoming one. He’s everywhere at once, his hands are in your hair, caressing your cheek, gripping your hips. Your hands are dragging him closer, pressing his lips into yours harder, entwining with his own. Countless ‘I love you’s’ are mixed into the air both spoken and unspoken. 

Katsuki’s hand wraps around your neck, squeezing when you moan his name– I love you.

Your hand rests over his wrist, feeling his racing pulse before pressing a shudder kiss to the beat– I want you.

His hands pull your hair to the side, twisting to expose your neck to his greedy lips and eager teeth– I need you.

His hands press your back into the desk beneath you, his own form towering over yours– Don’t leave me.

Your legs wrap around his waist, anchoring him deep within your fluttering walls– I’m here to stay.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, fingers dragging through his hair, “I’m going to cum. Cum with me, please.”

Katsuki moans at your words, hips stuttering as the white hot pleasure roars through his veins, your silky walls enveloping him completely until all he knows is you, you, you.

“Cum with me,” he murmurs, eyes glossed over, head pressed deep into your neck. You both cry out as your respective highs wash over you, moans of each other's names, whimpers of ‘I love you’s’.

Hands map out damp skin, pressing, prodding, caressing. He finally pulls away, a boyish grin spread across his face.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips.

“Missed you more.”

Katsuki’s careful when he cleans you, touch soft and words gentle. Praises murmured and seared into your skin. A spare shirt runs through your folds, his voice soft as apologies fall from his plush lips. He helps you dress, pulling your skirt down and buttoning your shirt. He smiles when you do the same to him. Your hands– so small against his broad frame, rubbing circles over his tense muscles, fixing his unruly hair. Once you fix each other’s disheveled appearances, he flops back onto his office chair, pulling you onto his lap.

“Luckily everyone’s gone for the day,” he says with a cock smirk, “then everyone would know about us.”

You smack his arm playfully, twirling the short hairs on the nape of his neck between your fingers.

“So,” you say with a sly grin, “how’re we gonna do it?” He looks at you quizzically, hands resting at the small of your back.

“Do what, sweetheart?” 

You roll your eyes at his obliviousness, laughing when he scowls.

“How’re we gonna tell everyone? I know we talked about it being natural, but that doesn't seem…  explosive enough for you.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, eyes twinkling with mischief, “I’ve got just the thing, baby.” 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

You smile fondly as you look at your phone, shaking your head in exasperation at the post. It wasn’t the worst photo of you, and you're just glad you convinced him to post one of you fully clothed. The argument over the photo laste entirely too long.

(“No not that one,” you say, swiping it off his screen.

“Why the fuck not?” You glare at him incredulously.

“My entire ass is visible, Katsuki.”

He looks at you, “Okay, and? My hands on it and I’m bitin’ it. ‘s obviously mine.”)

A photo of you and Katsuki lay spread across your screen. His arm around your waist, your nose tucked under his chin. Though the captions and comments had to be your favorite. 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

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ser0phane no way blasty getting locked down before me

YN let me lock you down… bakugou and i aren’t even that srs. *twirls hair*

ser0phane NOT THE ‘bakugou’ 

denkz Kacchan, how could u?! u said we were endgame 

YN i’m so sorry he never told me he was seeing anyone 😞

denkz save ur excuses homewrecker 

p!nky ur way too ugly for her smh

YN i think he's the perfect amount of ugly 

─── ⋆⋅ ✮ ⋅⋆ ───

“What is this shit,” Katsuki grumbles, showing you the screen of his phone.

“Instagram,” you say, feigning innocence.

“I meant your comments, betraying me already,” he says dramatically, “I guess fame really does change a person.”

You laugh at his words, squishing his cheeks before pressing unrelenting kisses onto him until he's grinning too hard.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you more.”

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Hollow Heart { chapter 2 - the ghost of you }

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | friends to lovers ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: A month's time has passed since your abduction and the boys have not given up on finding you by any means necessary. Between late night phone calls, midnight confessions, and endless breakdowns, they're struggling to go on with life as usual like everyone assumes they should. Bakugo in particular is struggling with your absence, cursing how he wasn't strong enough to save you and locking himself away. Midoriya has opted for the opposite, spending multiple sleepless nights searching for you on his own. tags & warnings: mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance a/n: Thank you to everyone for the support with this story!! I've gotten some of the nicest compliments and am so excited to continue. Enjoy the angst (and light at the end of the tunnel)! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 9,891 as of ch.2 ꒱ Main Post Chapter 1 | Hurricane [5,092k] Chapter 2 | The Ghost of You [4,799k] Chapter 2.5 | Choke Chapter 3 | The Grey Chapter 4 | The Good Left Undone Chapter 5 | Tourniquet Chapter 6 | There is Fear in Letting Go 『♡』 this fic has a playlist! ✩

CHAPTER TWO: THE GHOST OF YOU

The ride back into the city felt like an eternity, the silence between Bakugo and Midoriya excruciatingly heavily in the air. They hadn’t said a word to one another since their mutual breakdown in Sector 42’s field. The only thing on Bakugo’s mind was to go home, lock the door, and shut the whole fucking world out. Midoriya, however, was writing up the report on his phone while it was still fresh in his mind. Unfortunately for them, they were responsible for relaying all of the information from that night back to the agency, the details of your abduction included, no matter how emotionally wounded they were. 

Midoriya decided to be the first to initiate conversation. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat. “I started the -,”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Izuku.” Bakugo’s voice was hoarse, strained by the combination of screaming and crying. 

Midoriya pursed his lips into a straight line. “Right…sorry.”

“Just sign my name on the report. I don’t want to look at it.” 

“Sure, Kacchan. No problem.” 

The silence resumed the entire way back to the agency. They parted ways without saying goodbye.

─── Bakugo’s footsteps were heavy up the stairs of his apartment complex, struggling to climb to the third floor and make it to his door. He stumbled inside while dropping the briefcase containing his hero suit to the floor and kicking off his shoes. Even though he lived alone, there was an entirely new sense of loneliness accompanying his apartment tonight. 

Turning on the water in the shower, he set the temperature as scalding hot as it could go. He tossed his phone on the counter, disregarding any messages demanding his attention. Once he stripped down to nothing, all of the cuts, bruises and blisters littering his body from the fight were visible and cast back to him in the mirror. 

He wanted to punch his own reflection for being weak.

Bakugo forced himself to stand under the scorching stream of water, the evidence of the night washing down the drain - blood, dirt, sweat and whatever else he tumbled through. He was a stickler for being clean, but that night, he didn't have the ability to give a shit. Once the water ran clear, he didn't bother to move. He stood under the water until it turned ice cold, his mind completely void of thought. 

Eventually, he turned the water off with the minimal energy he possessed. He dried himself haphazardly with a towel, water daintily dripping from his hair as he tossed on a pair of boxers and launched himself into bed. Bakugo felt detached as he stared into the void of his bedroom, growing listless as he studied his ceiling mindlessly. 

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he scrolled through his favorite contacts list and clicked on your name. 

Maybe she'd answer?

Big mistake.

Maybe he'd been dreaming - stuck in sleep paralysis or some crazy shit like that. 

The line rang... ...and rang... ...and rang... ...then proceeded to voicemail. 

What the fuck was he expecting? 

It didn't spare him the reflex of his heart cannonballing into his stomach, that familiar nausea returning from the moment she disappeared. The memory of you vanishing into the portal sparked in his mind as his stomach stirred, threatening to be sick. 

Oh no, that wasn't a threat - that was a promise. 

Bakugo shot up from the bed as the acidity rose in his throat, sprinted to the bathroom and slid in front of the toilet, losing every bit of the junk food buffet from their movie marathon from the previous day. 

His knees ached from the rough, bare contact of the cold bathroom tile. The taste of bile coated his mouth as his stomach continued to purge until there was nothing left. Eyes watering, nose running and panting frenziedly, he sank to the floor - an empty shell of himself. 

He yearned to go back in time. He'd give everything to rewind and make you stay home - safe and sound. Unfortunately for him, time-travel doesn't exist, nor was there an incantation, spell or charm to wave in the air to summon you back to his side.

You're a fucking coward. 

The thought pounded in his head, regret swirling in his gut over every moment he lost not telling you the truth. 

THREE DAYS LATER

Three days passed with no sign of you anywhere - not work, not home, and nowhere near Sector 42. The agency officially marked you as missing in action, silently, to avoid alerting the public of their failure to keep one of their heroes safeguarded. No one would even know you were gone via the news, they'd have to search the database of the agency to determine your status.

Y/H/N RANK 37 STATUS: MISSING IN ACTION LAST SEEN: SECTOR 42

Bakugo and Midoriya checked the database for an update hourly, just in case - somehow, someway - you'd re-appear magically before they’d get word of your return. 

To their dismay, the status never changed.

The hardest thing was informing your mother of your disappearance, to which Midoriya offered to do on behalf of the agency in place of some unknown board member. Him and Bakugo agreed to visit her together back home in Musutafu to tell her in person. What was the alternative, say "You're daughter is missing" over a phone call? They'd never forgive themselves. They called her together, asking when they could stop in for a visit. Your mother wasn’t naive - she knew immediately something was wrong. 

They had to return to Tokyo shortly after their arrival, leaving your mother with nothing more than a broken heart after their explanation of the situation. She tried her damndest to keep herself together but couldn’t keep her composure in front of the boys. You were her only daughter - her only child. There was no replacing you, no siblings to fill in the void of your absence. 

“Please, bring her home. That’s all I want,” she pleaded, over and over again. 

Midoriya cried himself to sleep on the way home as Bakugo drove them back to the city in complete silence. Your abduction was the equivalent of the weight of the world on their shoulders, a grueling mix of guilt and anger stirring between them. Neither of them talked about that night in the days that had past, not knowing how to approach the subject. Both of them tried to stay in an automated routine, using their work schedules to keep their minds busy. 

No surprise, feigning ignorance didn't work.

───

Midoriya tried to contact Bakugo multiple times over the next couple of days, only receiving sporadic one word responses outside of their drive from Tokyo and back. He expected nothing less, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried sick over his best friend's well-being. He didn't know how to help - did he need space, or did he need someone to comfort him? 

He continued to remind Bakugo that his phone is always on and he's only a call away, night or day. No matter what, he'd drop everything to talk with him or come keep him company. He pulled out his phone to send another reminder. He’s lost count how many times he’d sent the same sentiment, just rewording the text each time. 

(9:15PM) hey kacchan, hope you're doing okay. you don't have to respond, just reminding you if you need anything, call me. i'll be up tonight. (9:16PM) please remember you need to sleep, too. don't push yourself. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. He wasn't expecting a response so soon, let alone at all.

(9:18PM) thanks izuku, you too

Of course, Midoriya would not be taking his own advice. He planned to be up until he passed the fuck out from exhaustion, going until his body physically forced himself to recharge. He was busy taking matters into his own hands, and by that, he was spending endless hours gathering information from the night of the mission. He'd been back to Sector 42 countless times in the last couple days, retracing every single step step, looking for any clues to lead him in the direction of finding the lab - of finding you.

Midoriya monotonously stalked the empty field, frantically scribbling down everything he found:

-The dart canister has no fingerprints attached to it, but left enough of the serum inside to run tests (sample in the science lab - awaiting results) -The dirt in the area had no trace of anyone but us -The portal didn't leave any type of matter behind, no evidence to research -The agency database had no information on a quirk suppressant drug, the only incident linked back to Overhaul years prior (quirk suppressant lasted an hour and was not permanent)

Exhaustion began masking his normal perky expression as the bags under his eyes grew darker each passing day. On top of not sleeping, he was forcing himself to work his usual patrol schedule. Was that irresponsible of him? Other people counted on him, too, and he couldn't handle the thought of a civilian being subjected to another kidnapping - or any crime. 

As long as his eyes stayed open and his body would listen, he'd do the job. That's what it means to be a hero.

But who saves the hero when they need one themselves? 

The question haunted him in the middle of the night, but he mentally tucked away the unease to deal with another day.

No. There was no use perpetuating that mindset, it wouldn't help the current situation. 

He rejected the sentiment, turning his weary eyes up to the night sky as one thought crossed his mind.

She loves the stars. I wish she could see them tonight. ───

Bakugo begrudgingly got his ass to work each day, no matter how fatigued he was. By the sixth day, he was devoid of all energy and full of nothing but resentment for those around him. The color in his life had faded into grayscale, bland and soulless, in just under a week's time.

How could everyone continue on as normal? 

Why did time stop only for him, and no one else? 

No e-mails had gone out, no news updates - nothing - regarding your disappearance. It's as if you never existed. He began receiving endless calls and messages from friends as word spread, asking what happened that night and offering support. He didn't want to hear it - not from anyone, even if their intentions were pure. His phone was full of notifications that he refused to sort through.

Bakugo wanted to disappear, abandon his feelings and burn the world to the fucking ground. 

TWO WEEKS LATER

The agency had officially marked your case as unresolved, shifting the priority from "High" to "Low" status due to the heavy crime rate persisting in the city.  It wasn't that they didn't care, it's that they didn't have the staffing to hunt for a missing hero. They were too busy attempting to fill in your patrols for the month to even think about hosting a search party.

It's just how the business worked. Anyone below rank 10 wasn't deemed urgent by the board. They were replaceable. 

Bakugo and Midoriya vocalized their concerns, multiple times, for the past two weeks. No amount of explanations, yelling, cursing or threats to quit seemed to make the board budge on their decision. It floored them that they were willing to lose two of their top 10 heroes over the refusal of a search party. They didn't push the issue any further after that, unable to muster up the energy to fight more than they already were. They couldn’t rely on the agency to do anything at this time.

─── The clock taunted Bakugo as he tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find a sliver solace in his mind to sleep. No TV, no music, no lights - absolute darkness, with the exception being the florescence of the alarm clock blinking 1:17AM. He reluctantly grabbed for his phone, overwhelmed by the thought of just how many messages and missed awaited him. He'd been ignoring any avenue of communication for the past two weeks, no matter who it was.

Tapping the lock screen, he navigated to his messaging app, showing 32 unread messages. He scrolled through the list: 

Deku - 15 unread messages Red - 6 unread messages Pinky - 3 unread messages Cheeks - 2 unread messages Hag - 4 unread messages Pop - 1 unread message Ears - 1 unread message

Lite-Brite - no new messages

His heart stutters in his chest when he scrolls too far and ended up on your name. He scanned the letters in your nickname multiple times before clicking into the conversation.

What was the last thing you texted him?

"see ya in the morning for our run! :)"

The physical reaction Bakugo experienced while re-reading the message was foreign to him. His stomach lurched, head ached, and eyes twitched anxiously. 

What the fuck was happening to him?

Even though there was no way in hell you'd respond, he needed an outlet right now. His fingers moved faster than his brain could keep up with as he began texting you, spilling out his thoughts like word vomit.

[1:21AM] i bet you’ll never get these, even if your phone is on [1:21AM] there’s so much i want to tell you [1:22AM] like how some mom dropped off muffins for me at the agency cause i walked her kid across the street after a villain attack [1:23AM] or last week when deku was passed out on his desk and drooled all over his paperwork and had to redo it [1:23AM] and this dog i saw in the park on the way to patrol one morning wearing a fucking sweater [1:24AM] idiots don't realize it's summer? poor mutt had to be dying [1:24AM] i've called you out of habit so many times and forget your... [1:24AM] not here

He hated how he sounded like a lovesick dog, cowering with his tail between his legs. 

[1:26AM] i miss you lite-brite

Bakugo stared at the screen for minutes, unsure of what to do with himself. He could feel his heartbeat accelerating at an uncomfortable pace as he sat in the silence of his bedroom. Swiping back to his contacts list, he selects the call icon next to Midoriya’s name. The line rang twice before he answered.

“Hey Kacchan. What’s up?” Midoriya’s voice was littered with exhaustion. 

“Do you mind comin’ over?” Bakugo asked, somewhat ashamed to be asking Midoriya for help of any kind.

 “No, not at all. Everything okay?”

“…no. Not really.” 

He couldn’t mask the dread in his tone any longer. The last two weeks were catching up to him like a dam ready to burst. 

Midoriya paused, a soft hum vibrating through the phone. “…alright, I’ll be right over.”

While waiting for Midoriya to show, Bakugo made the dreadful mistake of lingering through the photos on his phone. He wasn’t one to take pictures, but he’d save all the ones sent to him from friends. You were the exception. He loved taking pictures of and with you any chance he got. He started flipping through them like pages in a scrapbook, memories flooding back and threatening to drown him in despair. The longer he stared at your face in the photos, the more he felt his lip start to quiver and eyes well up with salty tears.

Bakugo’s limbs began to quake uncontrollably, dropping his phone onto his bed as he sprang up, clutching his chest. He could feel every pulse reverberating through his veins, his stomach on fire with anxiety as his breathing became shallow, oxygen no longer reaching his lungs.  

What the hell is this?  Was this…a panic attack?

“Kacchan?” Midoriya called out from the living room, not knowing where Bakugo was as he let himself into the apartment.

“You didn’t answer so I used my key..." his voice trailed off as he made his way down the hallway. He heard a faint sound...as if someone was gasping for air? He picked up the pace and slid into Bakugo's bedroom.

"Kacchan?!" Midoriya rushed to the bed, catapulting himself next to Bakugo as he grabbed hold of his shoulders. 

"Hey, hey, breathe! It's alright, I'm here. I've got you," he soothes, cupping Bakugo's face in his hands. "You're okay. Just look at me, I'm right here."

Bakugo can taste the saltiness of his tears streaming into his mouth as he's fighting to get his breath under control. The familiar bitterness of nausea is creeping up his throat as he smacks Midoriya's hands away from his cheeks, rocketing off the bed and bolting to the bathroom.

Deja vu, huh?

Midoriya wasn’t far behind, dropping beside him on the bathroom floor. All of Bakugo’s stress manifested into his sickness, heaving every ounce of turmoil from his guts. 

“I’ll be right back, Kacchan. I’ll go get you some water,” Midoriya whispers, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s back as he made his way to the kitchen. 

Confident that he’s now running on empty, Bakugo rocked back on his knees and flushed the evidence down the drain. He rested his head wearily against the cool ceramic bowl, finally able to catch his breath. 

Midoriya returns with a glass of water and a wash cloth, handing Bakugo the glass as he makes his way to the sink. He runs the cloth under cold water, wringing out the excess before finding a spot next to Bakugo on the floor. In those few moments, he’s chugged the entire glass of water. 

“Here, turn towards me,” Midoriya says, reaching for Bakugo’s face. 

Bakugo slaps his hand away, a last ditch effort to save the inkling of pride he has left. 

“Kacchan, let me help you.” Midoriya glares at him, silently pleading with Bakugo to let his guard down. They’re best friends, what good is that if he can’t help him in a time of need? 

Bakugo drops his hand out of the way, too exhausted to put up a fight. Midoriya runs his fingers through his bangs, tenderly pushing them out of the way of his forehead as he places the cool wash cloth against his skin. He continues gently patting his face to calm him with the cooling sensation, attempting to get his body regulated back to normal. 

“If you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears. If not, that’s okay.” Midoriya takes the wash cloth away from Bakugo’s face, tossing it onto the counter behind him.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice how upset you've been. I just thought you needed space."

The overwhelming uncertainty swirling around inside of Bakugo comes to a head, bursting through the cracks as he begins to sob violently. Head in his hands, no words are spoken as his heart bleeds from the grief of his current reality. 

Midoriya immediately pulls him into an embrace, awkwardly holding him on the freezing bathroom tile. 

One things for sure - he’s thankful that his phone caught his attention before he drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.  ─── The next morning, Bakugo called out sick for the first time in his pro-hero career. He felt worse than death, rotting away in bed as the sunlight came and went over the course of the day. By nightfall, he was roaming aimlessly around his apartment when an idea struck him. 

Before he could alter his course, Bakugo was on the way to your apartment with the spare key you’d given him years ago. Walking up to the door, he froze, key in the lock as he tried to shove aside the panic threatening to wrack his nerves for a third time. He pushed the door open successfully and stood in the entryway, unsure what to do with himself next.

Engaging into an autopilot-type trance, he began to walk around your apartment and clean up for you like he always had in the past. The leftover dishes in the sink from movie night that never got cleaned, organizing the blankets on the couch, vacuuming the living room from the crumbs from your movie night snacks, folding the pile of laundry in the corner of your room - every and any task he could get his hands on. 

Bakugo hadn’t realized how much time had passed by the time he folded your last shirt in the basket, pulling his phone from his pocket. The clock read 11:35PM. He’d been doing this for 6 hours, stalking around your apartment like it was his own. 

But you know what? It gave him hope - a sliver of something he had all but lost in the time you’ve been missing. 

It wasn’t long before he’d turned on the TV, stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and climbed under the covers of your bed that it hit him - he’s losing his shit. Your disappearance was driving him into madness. Your absence continuously haunted him wherever he went - at home, work, and in his nightmares. Bakugo didn’t know what to do with himself, let alone how to handle this influx of surging emotions running through him 24/7. 

He turned over to the wall to feel a soft lump under the covers. It was a plushie that he’d won for you years ago at an arcade in the city. The two of you had just moved to Tokyo a few days prior. Bakugo remembers fondly how ecstatic you were when he handed the plush to you, jumping for joy like a child. He wouldn’t admit that he spent over $20 on the crane game, determined to win it for you. Could he have bought you one online? Sure, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to take the easy route. 

The idea that you slept with it every night made his heart swell. 

It wasn’t long before the tears stung his eyes again as he cradled the stuffed animal against his chest, cocooned in your bed sheets. The sheets smelled like your body wash, a whisper of floral notes flooding his senses as he curled into a silk-covered ball. 

The bright side? 

Bakugo eventually slid into a deep slumber that he hasn’t had in weeks.

ONE MONTH LATER

Bakugo stared at his phone with fervor, focusing on your name in his contact list for the millionth time. He knew there was no use messaging you again - for fucks sake, you were missing. He’d been texting and calling you ever since that horrible night with no semblance of a response, not even a ‘read’ receipt. 

It’s been a month.   He was starting to lose his sanity, staying up all hours of the night and forcing himself to continue working as a distraction - just like Midoriya. He was running from his invasive thoughts and into a pit of oblivion. He couldn't accept you being…gone. For good. There was no way. He refused to believe some busted D-list villain with one lucky shot could take you out. 

The text conversation taunted him the longer he fixated on his phone screen, scrolling back and forth roughly through past messages. 

Fuck it. 

Bakugo clicked into the response bubble and furiously began typing, continuously sending message after message with no hesitation. His emotional vulnerability got the better of him in the moment as he poured his broken heart out into an electronic void.   [2:35AM] i can’t take this anymore  [2:35AM] i realize i'm basically talking to a damn ghost at this point, i don't care [2:35AM] it's fucking painful without you here [2:36AM] i'm losing my goddamn mind [2:36AM] i can't sleep or do anything without thinking of you [2:37AM] and i should have told you a long ass time ago about how important you are to me [2:38AM] i'm sorry [2:38AM] i'm so fucking sorry [2:39AM] i miss you [2:39AM] i miss your stupid laugh and your smile [2:40AM] fuck, i just miss being around you [2:41AM] i don't know who to talk to [2:41AM] izuku doesn't understand how shitty i feel [2:41AM] kirishima doesn't either [2:41AM] to be honest, i don't fucking understand it  [2:42AM] i feel so lost, i’m grieving someone who’s still alive [2:42AM] and i'm an ass for making your disappearance about my feelings

He’s about to click ‘send’ on his next message when he stalls, analyzing the letters one by one as his throat constricts at the feelings they force upon him.

‘I love you, please come home.’

He deletes the words. He can feel the panic weaving in his stomach and tightening into a knot.

[2:45AM] i don’t want to say this in a fucking text of all things [2:45AM] especially under these circumstances  [2:46AM] but i’m scared i’ll never get to say it to you [2:46AM] i’m a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner

He exhaled a shaky breath as his fingers trembled above the glass screen, his heartbeat deafening the world around him. 

[2:47AM] god dammit [2:48AM] i love you [2:48AM] like a stupid fucking amount [2:49AM] i convinced myself for years that i didn’t and that you wouldn’t feel the same [2:50AM] when you come home [2:50AM] i’ll tell you every damn day to make up for all the times i didn’t [2:51AM] that’s a promise [2:52AM] i love you lite-brite

Bakugo's heart and mind were coming apart at the seams, sinking into the never ending abyss of sorrow growing inside him. He threw his phone across the room, burying his face in his pillow as he bawled into the soft cotton. He was unable to stop the hot tears gushing from his bloodshot eyes, soaking through the fabric as his muffled sobs bounced off the walls in his bedroom. 

And then it happened.

His phone rang from the other side of the room, vibrating against the wooden floor. A wave of rage engulfed his depression as he flung himself off the bed, aggravated by the disturbance. Who the fuck would be calling at almost 3AM? Midoriya or Kirishima, maybe?

And then he saw it.

Your name appeared on the caller ID screen with a picture of you two together.

Is this a sick joke? Was he hallucinating? 

Had his psyche finally shattered?

He juggled the phone in his sweaty hands chaotically as he clicked on the "Accept Call" button.

"H-hello?! Y/N!?" Bakugo cried, distressed as he awaited a response. His whole body was quivering and his breathing was labored. 

The line was quiet before the call ended.

No. 

No no no. 

NO!

His fingers weren't cooperating with him as he hopelessly scrambled to call you again until his phone dinged twice.

Text Message: Lite-Brite

'No. Fucking. Way,' he cursed internally, unsure if he's even in the same reality.

There were only two messages from you - a pinned location and an orange heart emoji.

Bakugo blinked again and again at the screen, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him. He must've hit a state of psychosis, no other explanation. Why would you have access to your phone...wherever you are? That's impossible. 

Or is it?

He worked up the nerve to click on the pinned location text and held his breath as the maps application loaded. The location dinged and showed on the screen where it was sent from.

"There's..." Bakugo grumbled out loud. "...no way in hell this it right."

Sector fourty-fucking-two. 

He placed a hand on the back of his neck when something clicked in his brain, a bolt of unanticipated adrenaline wracking his body.

He hurriedly swiped back to his contacts and clicked on Midoriya's name.

Come on, come on. Pick up, nerd. I know you're up.

"...Kacchan?" Midoriya answered groggily. 

"Izuku, I need you to come over. Now!” Bakugo demanded. He needed to get this adrenaline rush out of his body and use it to find a solution. 

There's a pause before Midoriya’s answer. 

"Mm, alright. Is everything -"

"Now!" Bakugo yelled as he clicked the "End Call" button, chucking his phone onto his bed. 

He figured it out. He knew where you were.

You’re under Sector 42. That’s gotta be where the lab is hidden. Midoriya never found an entrance because there isn’t one. The only way into this stupid place was through one of those portals.

For now.

His mind was formulating a plan as Midoriya’s knock startled him out of his train of thought. He sprinted to the front door, violently swinging it open and pulling him inside. 

“Kacchan! What is it?!” Midoriya was panting frantically, sweat glistening on his forehead and cheeks. “I ran as fast as I could.”

“I figured it out…I know where she is.”

Midoriya scrunched his brows together as Bakugo’s words hung in the air. 

“What?!” “She’s not above ground. She’s underground at Sector 42.”

Each chapter I have planned, so far, is named after a song title that could fit as a theme for the specific chapter. This one (obviously) had to be MCR - The Ghost of You is my fave and fits the narrative I was going for, even though the boys know Reader isn't dead, that doesn't mean their grief stops. tags: @bakugouswaif ✩ if you’d like to be tagged when updates are posted, message/comment to be added! ✩

[willowser]

i feel like i've talked this to death but it's the cutest thing in the world how bakugou is affected by knowing you find him attractive.

[willowser]

i think he really could care less what he looks like, generally, but when the two of you start getting closer and closer, he does have this horribly uncomfortable moment of like, but am i their type do they even have a type what does that even fuckin' mean ??

if he takes an extra minute on his hair or makes a point to spray cologne on his neck or wears something a little nicer than usual and it earns him a "you smell/look nice 😊✨" then i think that really boosts his ego but—do you still find him attractive if he doesn't do those things ? do you look at him and get that weird stomach-swooping feeling that he does whenever he looks at you at any given time ?

and maybe he overhears you talking to your coworker because we know bakugou is such a SNOOP, such a GOSSIP, and you say something along the lines of "he's just so handsome and gorgeous all the time and i think it should be a crime" and—he spends the rest of the day sitting at his desk, trying to focus on his computer with the tips of his ears burning. can't look you in the eye for a little while because it makes him a little insane, hearing those words echo in his head as you smile at him.

[ghost-recs]

can we get some bakugou recs 😊😊 (written and smaus pleaseee)

hello hellooo! oh man do i ever have some! you have no idea the can of worms you are opening my friend.

but first i am so sorry for how late this rec is! i wanted to get this done days ago, but the semester has been crazy packed. i'm going to get through all my asks one by one. thank you for your patience! anyways let's get into this !!

Bakugou Recs

Garden of Lungs (Hanahaki) by oweCrew [ao3]

synopsis: you have your whole life ahead of you, a promising future and jobs lined up after UA...but these stupid flowers are going to be the death of you, literally.

i flew through this fic so fast. it was the first time i had every heard of hanahaki disease and oof to my heart. i loved it!

Late Night Calls by fictionpls [ao3]

synopsis: much to bakugou's disdain, you skipped your meals again. tch, he's basically taking care of you at this point.

cute lil fluff oneshot with bakugou as your best friend...maybe more.

Nothing More, Nothing Less by @dekustowel

synopsis: bakugou made a big whoopsies. the only way to get out of it? fake date you, the internet's sweatheart, duh!

this smau idea has a hold on me. i'm a sucker for the fake dating trope. and i mean seriously, it's bakugou! [ongoing...]

Nerd (Affectionately) by @oniku-niku

synopsis: you're in love with bakugou, have been since you were kids. there was no use in hiding the truth. but did he have to be so rude about it??

most of this smau is a big ouch to the heart. but the drama gets heavier as the story goes on and i'm here for it! happy soft ending! :)

Speak by Kikyo851 [ao3]

synopsis: you could not believe that your soulmate was such a crude and violent person...just to spite the universe and him you decide not to say a word to your "soulmate."

soulmate au in which the first words that your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist. this fulfilled my needs of a bakugou soulmate au! so cute and it is complete!

Of Snowscapes & Explosions by sugarbun [ao3]

synopsis: you've been categorized as second to shoto todoroki ever since grade school. after a frustrated vent to bakugou and a few of his cracks revealing some of his own frustrations you realize that maybe you and him aren't so different after all.

guys....when i tell you this fic is the slowest slow burn. i feel like it's so accurate to how bakugou would actually fall for someone. sadly, this fic is unfished tho and hasn't been updated in a couple years😭 but you should read it anyways.

cover shot (through the heart) by @andypantsx3

cross posted on ao3 here! cover shot (through the heart) by andypantsx3

synopsis: you're the only one who can deal with bakugou's attitude in the industry. he hasn't found something that bothers you...until he starts flirting with you, hello??

model/celebrity au. super cute fic. i'm warning you this is much spicier than some of my other recs. mdni. (also check out this author's other works. they have a lot of top tier content!!)

Motherly Love by @kweenkatsuki-fics

synopsis: bakugou gives his mom a late night call to thank her. the reason why softens her heart greatly.

super soft lil drabble that just about brings me to tears everytime i read it. in love with bakugou fr.

déjà vu by @cashmoneyyysstuff

synopsis: bakugou thinks back to some oddly familiar memories with you. and one thing always stays the same, you both are together.

oneshot the made my jaw drop. hit me hard in the feels.

untitled oneshot by @honeypirate

synopsis: being paired with your number 1 enemy for a group project proved that the universe hated you. well might as well have some fun with this and make bakugou's life just as miserable.

college au oneshot. i am always down for a good enemies to lovers trope!

risky by @kusaka6e

synopsis: moving from another country to work as a pro hero in japan was not the easiest. and a certain hot headed hero only adds to your frustrations.

oneshot about the obvious grown tension between you and pro hero dynamite.

i hope you find something you like! sorry for the late rec, have a lovely day/night!

[sukisweetie]

i really wanna get back into writing but i am literally in capitalist hell and it drains me so often

[sukisweetie]

all of my drafts are on my main account smh