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haven’t you heard? i’m the internet girl!

[sunburntbitch]

call me chloe

she/her twenty aries multifandom she can be found covered in glitter or obsessively using the colour pink.

🎬: the devil wears prada starring anne hathaway and meryl streep

🎶: bittersweet by madison beer

📚: dork diaries, a series of books by rachel renée russell

character list..

xoxo, chloe <3

[bfbkg]

DRESS ME UP! (3.6k)

— pro hero!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: your friend with benefits decides to gift you your dream bag on your birthday.

warnings: minors dni. fluffy! suggestive! a little bit of angst! mostly cute!!!!! bakugou downloads pinterest for you. reader works in finance in the hero commission.

notes: the bag i’m imagining is my dream bag this miu miu one. the LARGE!! but imagine another if u want. also very chanel by tyla because it’s soooo bakugou to put you in pretty shit because he loves you. yes he can afford it actually. i also maybe went crazy with the similes but i had lots of fun doing it sooooo. also one line is very evolve by 5 seconds of summer.

“i got you gifts.” bakugou wipes under his nose, then rubs his top lip against his septum. “you know. for your birthday.”

that’s a sentence you don’t expect to hear on the morning of your birthday before he even utters the two celebratory words. at this point you should know that bakugou katsuki is unpredictable, from the way he loves being submissive in bed to how instead of getting your favourite drink when he sees you in the office, he’d bring you a completely new one with syrups and flavours you always end up loving. he’s an odd enigma, full of multitudes that you’ve only passed a few layers of though you’re happy to say you know him more than others.

especially when you get to lay in the pro heroes’ bed wearing one of his old white t-shirts with a vintage all might print on the front, sleep probably in the corner of your eyes and your underwear in the next room over. he’s not your boyfriend, you guess something closer to your friend with benefits… sneaky link? do people say that anymore?

despite the details of labels, you clap your hands like an excited seal, sitting up in his bed. you’ve never given each other birthday gifts before, despite being friends for a few years now and then turning into whatever it is you are now. you think you purposely avoided each other on birthdays to ignore these what does my gift really say about my feelings? dilemmas.

you work in the hero commission in payroll and finance. paper work here and there, signing off expenses, cheques and oftentimes talking to a few heroes. it’s where you met this blonde one beside you. you took to dynamight, in a way few people do. enjoying his dry humour and witty responses. his face wasn’t half hard to look at, something pretty much everyone could agree with. the scar on his cheek only added personality and those sharp ruby pupils were addictive, especially paired with a hooded gaze. 

one staff party led to him bringing you back to his and now he’s a habit you just can’t break. dragging him to your apartment after work. him texting if he can bring you to his. you were friends before the benefits and now you believe you’re a good mixture of both. no strings attached.

you stare as he rolls out of bed, looking ever like the men’s health cover you saw him in last month. thick arms lifting up his muscled scarred body as he walks over to his wardrobe. he’s only in tight black boxers, these ones that have a brand printed in white fabric at the hips and make his dick look double the size. it’s already hefty to begin with. you bite down on your lip at the red scratches dragged down his back, by his left shoulder. the sight flashes the memory behind your eyelids.

“you didn’t have to get me anything!” you say, though you’re getting comfortable, arms out in offering, “last night was more than enough.”

bakugou’s shoulders bounce in a half laugh, turning around to carry two large boxes. your jaw drops like an fake email giveaway actually ended up being real. with your eyeballs as big as golf balls, he plops them on your lap. they’re wrapped neater than you expected. pink wrapping paper with yellow polka dots all over. you imagine him in his living room cross legged on the ground taping it all up, grunting when a fold looks bad. adorable.

“you did not have to get me gifts, katsuki. these are massive,” you gawk and again, bakugou just shrugs, sliding back into bed beside you.

feigning nonchalance, bakugou rests his arms behind his head, eyes bouncing from you to the gifts in anticipation. he can feel his heartbeat rattling against his temples, his palms beginning to sweat. this is why he avoids gift giving, especially with you. this is a representation of how he knows you, of how he pays attention and listens to you. he hopes he got this right.

“it’s nothin’. i wanted to.” bakugou grunts and he’s wiping his nose again. nervous tick.

you hum, unsure. perhaps it’s a joke gift, something cheap in a big box. but then again, with everything you know about bakugou katsuki, that’s not something he’d do.

your grin finds its way back to your cheeks. gift giving has always been a top three in your love languages. call yourself materialistic, oh well.

“okay, here i go then.”

you put a box on the ground to focus on one at a time. you choose the bigger box of the two and you’re surprised to find it actually has some weight to it. there’s a stiff squish and you’ve got no clue of what it could be. you lift up the cube to shake but there’s no sound.

“is it a dildo replica of your dick? i’d love that,” you pat the gift, “i hear lots of heroes are getting them done for fans.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, enamoured. if you want that he’d make it for you. “my cock isn’t that big but i’ll keep it in mind for next time.”

with all your patience out the window, you rip open the paper like a tiger protecting their babies. reading the packaging of the gift, the stars and moons, you laugh, full of glee. “oh my god, you’re so smart for this! i literally go on about yours all the time.”

pleasure fills bakugou, like ice cream pouring perfectly into a cone from a machine. one down two to go. 

“i kept imaginin’ you stealin’ mine during the night. it’s newer than mine too.”

it’s an electric blanket, similar to the stupidly expensive one bakugou’s got that you’ve cooed over since the first time he invited you around. it’s white and quilted and something you’ve been planning on buying for yourself but never got around to doing. you study the multiple settings on the packaging, the promises of the feathersoftness and most especially, the warmth.

you kiss his cheek, twice. then his lips. bakugou leans in for it all, paw-like hand resting at your waist to balance you, “thank you for this! wow. i’m excited to sleep in my own bed for once.”

bakugou’s chuffed. crossing his arms over his chest and chewing the inside of his cheek so his smile doesn’t spill out everywhere. “no problem. i knew you wanted one.”

you’re still grinning when you put your gift onto the floor, replacing it with the second box. 

“you know the blanket was enough. whatever this is really wasn’t necessary too.” you try to excuse but bakugou shakes his head. he will buy you anything you want if it gets you looking at him like he’s holding the earth over an electric blanket.

“just open it. you’ll like it.” 

with a delighted sigh, you don’t even take the time to guess or shake the box. this time you rip open the wrapping paper to find a beige dust bag with your favourite designer logo embroidered on it. you freeze like you were zapped with an ice quirk.

you gasp. turning robotically to stare at the blonde beside you, “what the actual fuck katsuki?”

you know how much money he makes, up and coming, on the top twenty heroes at the moment. whatever is in this box, is perhaps twice his rent, more. it’s absolutely ridiculous compared to your pay at the end of the month. your fingers still trace the edge of the box beneath the bag.

red spreads across bakugou’s cheeks like you got the jam and knife yourself. a hundred to zero really fucking quick here. “what? just open the fuckin’ box.”

you’re still like the hero figurines he collects in his office. you’re watching his awkward frown, how he clicks his knuckles and back to the dust bag, your favourite designer. way out of your price range, you need at least four job promotions to even afford this casually.

“i’m going to look at it but i’m not taking this from you. i can’t.”

“why not?”

you ignore him for a moment, opening the beige dust bag to reveal a box the exact size of a bag. he could have given you a key ring from this company and you’d be screaming but a bag? 

you hold your breath to imagine all the possibilities of which bag it could be. too small for a luggage bag, too big for their mini handbag range… there’s no way he could have gotten you that bag. the chocolate brown leather bag you’ve dreamed about since your first job, that you have on every vision board you’ve ever created, the bag you’ve dreamed about buying yourself once you reach the top of your career.

“you’re insane for this.”

then you pop open the box and there it is. you’ve never even seen one off the screen. it’s gorgeous, your dream everyday handbag and you can already picture it with all your outfits. the smooth brown leather and golden hardware. an extra strap to have across your shoulder if you want. the logo is right there, sown in the centre and you can smell the luxury. the beauty, the—

you shut the lid on it.

“i can’t take that, katsuki.”

he’s not even your boyfriend. he can’t afford this. you don’t deserve this from him.

“i’m not asking to marry you. it’s just a bag.”

bakugou scoffs but he wipes his hands on his duvet cover, scratching his scalp so hard he might find blood beneath his nails. fuck, he went too far didn’t he?

“but it’s not, it’s…,” you’re opening the lid again slowly. you just want another peek. chocolate brown, you can imagine the charms you’d hang off it, how it would look tonight at your birthday dinner.

“do you not like it? i saw you staring at it on that photo app you have. i downloaded it and looked through your folder—,” bakugou’s words slow down like a dying car engine once he notices the look on your face.

a mixture of endeared but panicked. 

“fine, i’ll fuckin’ return it. keep the blanket.”

bakugou reaches over to grab the box and you let him, “it’s so expensive! i know you can’t afford it! and… and it’s not like we’re dating. you should give something that big to your girlfriend, you know? not me.”

the pro hero stops, casting the box aside to the end of his bed. the humiliation is so thick he feels like it’s going to show up on his skin. 

“if you know how much the commission pays me, you should know it’s less than sponsors and companies. i wouldn’t buy shit i can’t afford, yn.” 

your heart thumps against your chest, your mouth dry. “i just meant—,”

bakugou sits up grabbing his pyjama bottoms off the ground and shoving them on. it’s the rejection, his own denial that’s turning him into a bratty child who didn’t get the new gaming console for christmas. he wants to stomp around, he wants you to take the bag and kiss him and tell him you love it. “i didn’t think gettin’ a fuckin’ bag would cause all this. but it’s fine. i’ll see you at your dinner later.”

your birthday dinner this evening. you allowed him to invite some of his friends so he wouldn’t feel awkward and you’ll admit, you’re surprised he even wants to go in the first place. all your closest friends will be there and he’s going to meet them for the first time. little does he know they know everything about him already.

before you can even form a sentence bakugou is up, stalking over to his bathroom to freshen up. it’s your sign to go, to leave him to wallow in his embarrassment but you follow after him.

you find him by his sink, arms holding the rim with his eyes closed. he looks large, imposing and you want to wrap your arms around his waist in a cuddle.

instead you stay by the bathroom doorway like a vampire that needs to be welcomed, “i know it sounds stupid but it’s my dream bag, i’ve wanted that bag for years and i don’t expect you to just give it to me.”

he refuses to move but his eyes open, studying the white tile of his floor.

“and i know it’s expensive, it is to me and you know boyfriends usually get expensive gifts for their girlfriends… we… i don’t even know what we are.” your hands are bouncing all around, working overtime in case your words can’t suffice.

friends with benefits sounds too childish to say aloud. fuck buddies sounds inappropriate. bakugou turns to look at you. your bare feet, your soft thighs, the big ass all might t-shirt you’re wearing and then your face. pretty features in all the right places.

“how did i fuck up so bad?” bakugou’s laugh is humourless, shaking his head. he stands up to lean on his sink. “keep the fuckin’ bag.”

“i said i’m not keeping it!”

“i’m gonna make you my girlfriend. i was just too many steps ahead here.”

you don’t want to smile, you’re not supposed to start smiling here. you pinch your arm and order your thoughts. you especially don’t focus on how it looks like bakugou’s got formulas and a whole plan running behind his eyes, fully formatted with a smirk. 

he rubs his palm over his bare chest, smoothing out the rejection from before and your gaze follows the action.

“make me? you are not supposed to ask to be my boyfriend like this.”

but you’re walking towards him, because if his chest, naked and bare before you isn’t him welcoming you in, you don’t know what is. you keep your arms crossed, a barrier for whatever he’s summoning.

“ask to be your boyfriend,” his eyebrows raise, head tilted to absorb you, “huh.”

you narrow your eyes at him but his are alight with interest, burnt orange specs glowing in both pupils. he grabs your forearm and drags you closer to situate between his legs.

“i wouldn’t be doin’ this shit with someone i wouldn’t wanna date. idiot.” he punctuates his comment with a flick on your forehead and you’re an inch away from growling at him.

you palm flies to the spot, “it’s my birthday! be nice to me!”

“i bought you a bag i had to call my bank to confirm and i’m not being nice?” 

he wants to kiss you, lean in and smush his face onto yours. taste your tongue and touch you where you’re soft. his head is dizzy at the sight of your nipples poking through your tee and it doesn’t help how your crossed arms tighten the fabric against your chest.

you’re still defensive though, argument at the tip of your tongue. lips pursed like you want to wrap both your hands around his neck and shake.

“just ask me, katsuki. go on, do it.” you tilt your head in expectation, almost snootily like you know he will. “then i’ll go and walk around in my dream bag that you bought me.”

bakugou wasn’t built for you and that’s probably why he’s so into you. he wasn’t built to practically fall in love when he passed your desk when he had a meeting in your work building. nor when he had an issue with his taxes and he was put in an email thread where he finally learnt your name. he didn’t mean to have lunch on your usual table that one time but he did mean to talk to you at that work party. he’s forever grateful you were into him too and actually went home with him. nothing about you is what he expected, constantly prodding and taunting him to evolve.

the blonde exhales, loud and dramatically. it doesn’t help when you step in close to him, both your feet between his legs yet only your crossed forearms press against his chest.

he looks tired, lethargic though it’s all an act to hide the nerves that make him want to vomit. his eyes are half lidded, fixing the collar to your tee. he should have done this ages ago so this was avoided in the first place. he wishes he could make this more romantic but at least it’s your birthday.

“wanna be my girlfriend?” 

you recoil, face scrunched, “ask me the other question.”

a slow smirk reaches his cheeks, “can i be your boyfriend?”

your grin is electric, infectious. your eyes glow and there’s even a little jump you do. “how cute! asking me on my birthday!”

bakugou rolls his eyes, untangling your arms from around your body and forcing your hands on his waist. your touch is a nicotine patch for him, finally a sweet release from the withdrawal of you.

“can you answer the question before i chug the bleach—,”

your hand flies to his mouth with a giggle and an adorable bite to your bottom lip, “shut up. yes, you can be my boyfriend, katsuki.”

he kisses your palm lightly. fireworks are going off inside his head and not those cheap ones from new years but powerful ones similar to those from his hands. “you’re gonna keep the bag then?”

your nod is slow, before speeding up like a dial was turned to maximum. you’re speaking a million miles an hour, “yes, i love that bag. i’ve wanted it for years. can’t believe you got me one of those! thank you so much!”

this is what bakugou wanted, you grabbing his neck to stick your tongue in his mouth. he moans instantly, his hands on your lower back to press your front against his crotch. you’re all tender and sensitive in the mornings, lips and thighs. he wants to lift you onto his bathroom counter and duck between your legs.

he’s about to suck on your tongue when you pull away, pecking him twice. “hold on! wait there!”

you run out of bakugou’s arms, back into his bedroom. he can hear quick footsteps, a squeak of his bed frame, then tissue, the box.

you return looking like a sleepy model. the chocolate brown leather bag is on your shoulder and you’re clutching it like he’s about to snatch it from you. 

“isn’t it so cute! this is a bag that will go for thousands when it’s vintage!”

“you’re not thinkin’ of sellin’ it, are you? you better not.”

you dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “no, of course not!”

you’re posing in front of his bathroom mirror whilst he stares directly at you. he’s your boyfriend now, is all bakugou can think, he’s yours. you’re fixing your hair and angling yourself to properly see the bag in every possible way. holding it as a handbag, then on your shoulder. it’s when you pause to actually open the bag, that you squeal, “there’s five pockets, katsuki! five!”

bakugou rakes his hand through his hair, the joy that comes from looking at you not letting up. he stares at you as you stare at yourself. the fireworks in his head are doubling, prickling all over his skin. “fuckin’ estatic that you like it.”

“like it? i love it!” you’re back in his arms, bag on your shoulder, “my handsome boyfriend got me my dream bag and an electric blanket. he knows me so well.”

bakugou loves the sound of that, all his insides going to baby puree. he nods like a good puppy, listening like a soldier. “yeah, i do. i know you so well.” he kisses the corner of your lips, “happy birthday.”

“thank you. best birthday yet.”

you’re a ball of giggles when bakugou softly sinks his teeth into your cheek and scoops you up onto his bathroom counter. 

he’s immediately on his knees and you swoon, “my boyfriend is so giving on birthdays.”

bakugou can’t keep his eyes off you at your birthday dinner. under dim intimate lighting, he sits a few seats away from you diagonally as your friends demanded to surround you. you’re chatting away with an audience of your favourite people looking absolutely stunning. fresh hair, a short little dress and the bag he got you perched like a trophy in your lap.

he can’t hear you properly from where he’s seated next to kirishima and kaminari but he knows exactly what you’re saying when you try to secretly nudge your head over to where he’s sitting. it also doesn’t help when all your friends turn like penguins to stare at him at the exact same time.

“seriously! it’s about time he asked you!”

“it’s going to be hard for him to beat this next birthday.”

“wow! you finally locked down dynamight!”

you shake your head, earrings jingling while there’s cheers, laughter and even a high five.

that’s when you lock eyes with bakugou who firstly gives you a shy smile because he’s never been in your solar system like this. around your friends on a day dedicated to you as more than your something. he’s your boyfriend now. your long ass eyelashes flutter, head tilting towards the entrance to the restaurant. he misses you and you look like you want to ask him how he is. he’s eager to stand, not bothering to excuse himself from the table because he knows you’re about to be right behind him, slipping your fingers between his. he’s quick to guide your hips to have you walk in front of him.

“it’s not awkward is it? you’re enjoying yourself? i just told everyone we’re official.”

fuck, he’s going to try and keep you happy forever, even if his life depends on it.

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MASTERLIST!

[meluneira]

[girl-rotting-xoxo]

[sunburntbitch]

fortunately i do believe in witchcraft because a few years ago i wanted the day off school so the night before i lay out all my crystals around a candle and wrote “we will be off school tomorrow” over and over again before burning it on the candle and you bet your sweet ass the next day a storm came crashing in and got us the day off school.

[lilliescult]

lambs in dingle, ireland

[bfbkg]

LONG WAY HOME (2.9k)

— pro hero!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: waking up in a prison cell wasn’t the interplanetary welcome you were expecting. this hero they’ve sent to question you is the most welcomed distraction though.

info: hey! this is heavily inspired by SUPERGIRL! if you haven’t seen it, it’s still easy to read. me and aali watched it and whilst the credits were rolling i told her this idea. different to what i usually write but i enjoyed :) this is probably going to be a one shot.

bakugou katsuki hates this part of his job. he finds it incredibly boring, uneventful and somewhat like those detective movies his mother watches in the evening. he’s not a detective or a police officer, he’s a pro hero built for the streets, fighting real villains. not in the foreign governmental holding cell with the purpose of asking questions, while the person in it has anti-quirk handcuffs on. so fucking boring. at least take the handcuffs off them, give him a real challenge.

bakugou barges into the cell, shoulder first into the iron heavy windowless door and the first thing he does is sigh. he crosses his arms across his chest and he flicks his eyes over the room. grey brick walls, square room, a metal toilet in the corner and a thin mattress on the floor. it’s the same as every other high risk room in this prison.

minus you, the woman he’s supposed to be talking to. bakugou frowns, a low unimpressed huh leaving his throat. he was told he’d be dealing with an alien here but from what he can see of you, hugging your arms to your chest on the floor, head resting on your knees… you look human. like him. two arms, two legs. he needs to check your face when you look up but otherwise, there’s nothing particularly alien-like about you and bakugou’s met many aliens before. 

apparently you haven’t spoken to anyone in three days. police have tried, detectives and doctors. they decided he’d be the next step in case you end up being violent.

“fuck, how does it go?” he mutters to himself, shutting the squeaking door behind him. “hate this shit.”

you don’t move at the sound of his voice but your handcuffs glow green around your wrists. you’re in the same orange jumpsuits as everyone else in this building. bakugou’s a fan of the colour.

“my name is dynamight, i’m a hero here on earth. i’ve gotta ask you a couple questions ‘cause protocol and shit. we dunno who you are, why you’re here or what you can do. the quicker we get this done, the quicker we both can go home.”

it’s the mention of home that gets your attention. you lift your head up off your legs and you turn to face the man who’s taking up more space than necessary in your cell.

as bakugou gasps, you snigger.

what the hell is this guy wearing? those wings by his head? are the height of those boots to compensate for something else? 

you’re definitely human looking. two sparkly eyes, a nose in the centre of your face. nobody told him the alien was beautiful. fucking stunning.

he wants to go home now, he’s not prepared to be speaking to a woman like you after a ten hour shift. fuck, he doesn’t think he ever would be.

bakugou clears his throat. he stands up straight and tightens his arms across his chest. 

“you’re very… fuck, anyway,” he’s so goddamn embarrassing.

you start laughing, these light buttery giggles that feel like they’re breathing air into bakugou’s lungs. your eyes brighten, you even lean back on the wall like you’re taking a better look at him. he feels your eyes travel from his boots to the top of his head.

thank god this man has a pretty face, or at least he would if he stopped frowning because this outfit he’s wearing looks stupid. does anyone else on this planet dress like this?

you’re laughing… and it feels like it’s at him instead of with him. he knows he didn’t say anything funny.

“do you not know english? they always say i need to speak english for this shit.” he grunts, scratching his head.

damn, he’s finding it hard to even look at you directly. the orange compliments you, makes your skin glow, makes you— stay focused.

“i doubt you’re gonna know any japanese. d’you understand me now?” he tries and he sees the frown on your face. confusion.

“ah, so you understand english. you just don’t want to talk to me.” he punctuates by jabbing his thumb into his chest and then leaning on the wall behind him.

you roll your eyes, which only gets bakugou grinning, then he calms down. he doesn’t need to be reacting like he won the lottery over a reaction from you.

“what’s your name?”

nothing. you blankly stare at his face.

“why are you here?”

nothing.

“c’mon just say somethin’ so i have somethin’ to say to them outside. then you get to go back home.”

you swallow, resting your head in your palm.

“this is an odd planet. a traveller lands and you immediately arrest them, deprive them of sunlight and dignity,” you nod your head towards the toilet in the corner of the room, “treating me like a criminal.”

you’ve got an accent. one he can’t place from anywhere specific on earth. it sounds almost melodic, easy to understand and very clear.

“so the alien talks,” dynamight, you think he introduced himself as earlier, says amused, “you fell from the sky, at a speed none of us has seen before. it was so fast, not even our meteorologists caught it. then you came out of this metal-like sphere that isn’t quite metal, they’re still workin’ that out, in a coma. not to mention you set alight the fields you landed in, causing a wildfire through acres and acres of land.”

bakugou squints at you, “you can see why we’d have a fuck load of questions, right?”

you look away from him. fuck. you were told the earth on this planet would have been able to handle your ship, not that you’d start a wildfire.

“i didn’t… i didn’t hurt anyone, did i?”

bakugou’s quick to shake his head, “no, the farmer ushered out all the animals in time. though you did destroy a families hundred year old strawberry farm.”

“shit.” you mutter, in your language. then in english, “i’ll help them as soon as i’m out of here.”

there’s a hero complex to you somewhere. hm. “and to get out of here, answer my questions. yeah?” 

you sigh, “what do you want dynamo?”

bakugou’s face scrunches like a ball of paper, “dynamight. my name is dynamight.”

“is it actually? earth names didn’t sound like that when i researched.”

“it’s my fuckin’ hero name, i said that in my introduction at the beginnin’— you know what, never mind. call me dynamight. nothin’ else.”

you blink at him.

“what’s your name?” he tries.

he really wants to know your name. not for the sake of government purposes, just for himself.

“that’s personal, isn’t it?” you laugh but dynamight raises his eyebrows.

“not at all actually,” he breathes, equally restless and intrigued, “quick or we’ll be here all goddamn day.”

“you swear a lot, don’t you? is that normal?”

that catches bakugou off guard, he leans off the wall. “hah? you’re not askin’ me questions, woman. i’m doin’ the askin’.”

you chuckle, loud and sweet. “okay, okay! my name is yn.”

“yn,” he likes the sound of it on his lips, though it’s even better from yours, “yn where are you from?”

“why are you dressed like that?”

bakugou looks down at himself. he’s always been voted highly for best dressed hero. his black body suit, black and orange chunky boots. he’s got his wings at his shoulders. he doesn’t have his gauntlets on though, he doesn’t need them for this.

“this is my hero suit. how many times do i have to tell you, i’m a professional hero—.”

“hero,” you try, “is that your version of a protector? looking after civilians? the strongest of the people?”

bakugou can’t help but let his grin slip. he likes the sound of that. it’s all true. “y-yeah i am. currently third on the charts but i jump between one and two, so technically i’m the best in the country.”

you do an upside down smile, somewhat impressed. so this man is one of the strongest and cocky about it. his grin is cute too. his lips stretch wider, only one corner rising. a gold tooth shining. okay, his smirk is sexy.

“family must be proud.”

“they expected it,” he shrugs. wow, is it easy to get off topic with you. “any quirks?”

“quirks?”

“abilities different to the average.”

you scrunch your nose, “not that i know of.”

bakugou doesn’t know if he can trust you. “so if i took those handcuffs off you, nothing about you would change?”

honestly no. your body feels fine. mentally, not so much.

you snap the handcuffs apart, the middle chain breaking with ease, now appearing as two ugly grey bracelets on your wrists as the green glow slowly dies down. bakugou jumps at the sound, jaw dropping on command.

“what the fuck?” bakugou can’t even get out of those. he’s tried before in hero training. what are you? “why the hell didn't you get out of them before?”

“i…”

you’ve never experienced grief before and to experience it on the scale you are now... your parents, your family, your people, your home. all gone. you don’t think you wanted to break out of it yet.

“had other things on my mind,” you offer, looking up at this dynamight man. “what’s your… quirk?”

something about him is comforting. with those boots on, he’s as big as the men back home. just as wide too. 

so to get information out of you, he has to give a little back. that’s okay for now.

“i sweat nitroglycerin. can create explosions from my hands,” he gives you a little show, facing his palms up to the ceiling and creating little sparks.

that gets you facing him, now cross legged on the floor. you sound like a child, brimming with curiosity. you don’t recognise the word nitroglycerin but you can assume. “how big can you make them?”

bakugou chuckles to himself, slowly sinking to sit down too. “question for question then. so it’s my turn now.”

you huff, “fine.”

have you showered in these three days? you look as if you have. a beautiful glow like those women in skincare adverts he sees.

“how old are you?” not the most important question, but he’s got to know. they couldn’t have gotten a more selfish hero to question you.

“fifty moon shines,” you say without a beat. “how old are you? wait, let me see your explosions!”

“woah, woah, hold on. fifty?” you either look good for your age or—, “how are years measured where you’re from?”

“182 days. isn’t it my turn to ask a question?”

“how long are your days?”

“twenty three hours.”

bakugou relaxes. you’re the same age as him. 

“so you’re twenty five.”

“i just said i’m fifty.”

“to me that’s like you’re sayin’ you're a hundred in your time. you’re twenty five in this world, darlin’.”

“darling? what’s that?”

bakugou shakes his head. shouldn’t have said that. “nothin’. i’m twenty six.”

that pleases you for some reason. you both stare at each other for a few seconds, sizing the other up. you could take him in a fight you think. in bed too, if it came down to it.

“how big can you make your sweat explosions?”

bakugou winces. what an ugly name. “they’re not sweat explosions.” “but you said—,” “the size of buildings. could blow this whole building up. can also fly, use them as grenades, blind opponents, shoot them like a gun.”

he’s sharing too much now. you shouldn’t be telling your enemies your main attacks. it’s going to be a beautiful woman to take him down. that tarot reader kaminari took him to was right.

“that’s really cool, dynamight. i can’t do that.”

you sound honest, real. bakugou bends his knees and rests his arms on top. “it’s whatever. what can you do?”

you shrug, looking at your bare hands. there’s some dirt under your nails and they’re all chipped from your lack of basic essentials. “where i’m from, everyone is the same so i don’t know how different i am to you guys.”

bakugou gets that, “what’s the most you can lift—,”

“my turn now, hero. why’re you so pissy?” you ask, tilting your head at him.

bakugou can’t help the loud, “hah?” he sits up at that comment, hands flat on the floor.

“you came in here moaning. you swear in every sentence. you act like the world has done you wrong. what happened with you?” 

there’s a part of you that wants to find solidarity in this man. that perhaps he understands the pain you’re going through deep within your soul. after waking up from your coma three days ago, you feel sure the grief is going to eat you alive. you don’t want to hate the world, become evil and angry. you also don’t know how to not.

you get this blonde man blinking at you. a silence takes up the room quickly but you give him all the space in the world to speak.

“what d’you mean what happened to me? you think i have a sad tragic backstory like those american game show contestants?”

now you’re frowning back at him. you don’t understand that reference. “don’t you? or you’re just pissy for no reason?”

it feels like a weird competition now, that he should have something under his belt. something odd and sadistic to impress you with. bakugou bites.

“i died when i was sixteen. i fought a war and died.”

you’re not impressed. “how are you here now? i didn’t know this world has magic—,”

bakugou shakes his head, “nah not magic. another… another hero here fixed me up. brought me back.”

“oh,” you trail off, “and you’re fine now?”

he is. though it seems as if you’re looking for more. he deals with villain attacks often. fights them with his friends. he hasn’t been close to death since. he lives a wealthy luxury lifestyle now he’s professional and he’s got all his friends around him. all his greatest traumas he’s working through in therapy. yes, he goes therapy. 

you keep talking, “you’ve got both your parents? all your friends?”

“y-yeah i do? i answered your question, didn’t i?” he spits.

you roll your lips in.

“are you… are you laughin’ at me again?”

at that your dam breaks, giggles spilling out. your shoulders shake and your hand covers your mouth in an attempt to be polite. though you lost that once you had to use the toilet beside your bed being recorded by security. 

j“no, well yes! i don’t know, i thought you had a tragic backstory to explain your shitty attitude. guess it’s just you.”

bakugou’s walls go straight up. he doesn’t know who the hell you think you are to read him so easily. because yeah, maybe he is just a dick. but he owns it. he’s apologised for his mistakes in the past. he doesn’t hold all his worth to his quirk anymore and he doesn’t blame himself for anyone’s death. he’s actually quite well adjusted now.

“okay, so the fuck is your problem? why’re you on earth? where’s home? where’s your family? they just send you here and can’t be bothered to get you outta ‘earth jail’?” he snaps.

that slows your laughter down, your grin is the last thing to drop before pain shakes your heart. it’s a harsh squeeze that doesn’t let up.

“you’re not getting all of that out of me in one day. see you tomorrow, dynamight.” you’ve got nobody to come get you. 

bakugou hates how he likes the sound of that. another day, a reason to see you again. he’s got a whole load of questions to ask you but he’s got to get back to his other tasks for the day.

“fine, if that’s what you want.” he begins to rise to his feet. he’s too petty to be somewhat nice. “y’know if you cooperate we can send you home.”

you look up at bakugou, hugging your knees to your chest on the hard concrete floor. “i don’t have a home anymore.”

bakugou stands still, mouth open to speak but nothing right is about to come out. until there’s a rough knock on the door, one of the jail guards.

“you okay, dynamight? times up unless you need more?”

bakugou doesn’t take his eyes off you, now back to your original position with your forehead on your knees. he won’t be surprised if you move to fetal position once he’s gone.

“i’ll be back tomorrow, yn.”

you don’t bother replying to him but you hear his thick boots walk out. 

as soon as bakugou steps out the door, the guard pipes up.

“we saw she was speaking to you on cams! the alien’s gorgeous, isn’t she? doesn’t look like no damn alien either. what was she saying?”

the first thing bakugou does is shove the man away. “down my fuckin’ neck. i’m not sayin’ shit to you. who runs this place?”

in about an hour, you’re pulled out of your cell to a new room. one with a bedframe for your mattress, a pencil and a pad of paper. most especially, the toilet is in a separate room to your cell. you’re especially grateful when they remove your handcuff bracelets and don’t lock new ones on.

there’s no chance you’re going to thank dynamight for giving you your basic rights. you appreciate the changes to your new home though. 

part two comments will be deleted. comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[steggasloth]

I need a vampire to sink his canines into my neck to feed on me so we get drunk on the pleasure of the rush of blood as he consumes me like it's the last drop of all the wine left in the universe.

please.

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[ttakdoll]

꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)

(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con

frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.

frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.

he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.

frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.

frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.

frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.

frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.

frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you). 

frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.

frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.

but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.

frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact  — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”

frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.

“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”

frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”

“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you? 

“am — am I doing okay, satoru?” 

frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.

“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.

the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.

frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.

“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”

“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.

frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”

frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—

your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.

frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick. 

“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”

frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.

@ ttakdoll, 2026

inspired by an anon request for a shy reader!!

[dogpuppy]

[lilithkleia]

The Strangest Story On The Internet.

fem!reader ⸝⸝ streamer!sukuna ⸝⸝ 1k words ⸝⸝ art: @/winterblues ⸝⸝ sukuna has done insane enough things in his career to warrant having the strangest fics written about him on the internet—only this time, it’s a fanfic involving you..? ⸝⸝

"alright so it seems you guys have been upto no good again." sukuna glared at the camera while you sipped on your drink, spinning around in the chair next to his while his chat went rampant, barely paying any mind to him while they said hi to you.

"is that really how you talk to your fans?"

"they like being degraded."

"disgusting. anyways hiii sukuna's chat, it's all okay my babies, i'll be nice to you." you cooed at the camera, watching his chat sending in a flurry of kisses to greet you while sukuna tried to set up his screen.

"so there's this fanfiction." he said sighing, acting like the very sentence was like a 10 pound weight on his shoulder before he displayed his screen.

you almost spat your drink out while sukuna opened up tumblr, a sparkly divider on screen while sukuna slowly scrolled down—there was a whole array of fics, scenarios upon scenarios with the two of you in it, before he landed on the one he was supposed to read.

"did you…commission these? they're god awfully specific." 

"oh you wish."

"your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back. oh? sounds about right." you giggled at the screen, watching sukuna's frown grow wider with each passing sentence while you seemingly had the time of your life.

"first of all, i am above begging." 

"don't lie to your audience, man." you moved closer to the screen, reading his chat while the two of you started on the fic.

you found yourself trying to analyse the premise—it was a short fic anyway, something about sukuna begging to have you back again, and you had to give people credit where credit was due, your fanbases sure as hell had a way of coming up with a story.

from crack fics to downright debauchery, filthy scenarios of the two of you in positions you could've never even come up with in your wildest dreams were all over the website, but of course you wanted to save the best ones for another day.

@/kuna.fucker: y'all should reenact this.

@/y/n.my.queen: GET SUKUNA TO BEG STAT.

"the people have spoken."

"does this look like a democracy to you, woman?" 

"alright, down boy!" you cheered, finally getting around to starting the fic—eyes darting across the screen while sukuna read each humiliating line with the most deadpan expression on his face.

"he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat" 

"well, weren't we supposed to recreate this? get on your knees."

"absolutely fucking not." he grimaced, watching a shameless grin spread across your face, legs crossed while you spun in your chair like some kind of supervillain.

"aww c'mon do it for your fans." 

you could see the flush spreading up his neck, his ears bright pink to match his hair, his eyes darting around the room, desperate not to meet yours.

@/suck.kuna: BOOO JUST DO IT.

@/yns.fangirl: if i were you i'd do it no questions asked.

"fine. just this once." 

you just sat there, jaw slacked because despite all the teasing you thought he'd rather die than get on his knees and beg, let alone on camera. but he was kneeling before you, his cheek resting against your thigh while you pat his head—

"so am i supposed to start reading out the dialogue or..?"

"uhm—uh yes."

"i thought you wanted this, doll, why are you backing out now?"

you didn't know how to react—all the filthy, pathetic dreams you had of him forcing their way into your head again, but his ego didn't need that. the two of you'd had worked together for ages, your lighthearted teasing paired with his serious, nonchalant personality perfectly well, it just made people want to watch the two of you on screen together.

"doll?" you said, your saliva drying up in your throat while you tried your hardest not to just drop dead right then and there.

"that's what i'm supposed to be calling you, right?"

@/user123: i refuse to believe this is staged btw

@/kunana: GOD I WISH THAT WAS ME

"right."

"so do i have to beg now?"

"well you're already committed to the bit, might as well."

"please—y/n, please take me back." he was pleading, exaggerating his voice beyond belief, staring up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes before he got up, sitting back down on his chair as if he just hadn't broken your brain two seconds ago.

"ryo were you ever a theatre kid?"

"no comment."

"that's a yes, then."

you moved back to the system, scrolling down the writer's page trying to find something worse, something more humiliating this time around.

"how about this one?" you said, finding something that was near perfect, something about putting him on a leash.

"what's that say?"

"me putting you on a leash, duh." you giggled watching his expression slowly descend into horror before retaliating.

"yeah, no. that's cute though."

"i'm sure you have a leash in your room somewhere."

"writers have been given too much free will here, i fear." he said eyeing his chat, watching them scream and yell about how the two of you are #goals or whatever the hell that meant.

"weirdos."

@/lilithkleia: i won't stand for this slander btw

@/kunayntruther: i stand by op she's doing god's work

"i'll kneel again, if that's what you guys want." he rolled his eyes at the camera watching you squirm in your seat, trying to contemplate what just happened before he was down again, pulling your chair closer to him before laying his head back down on your thighs.

"alright you're overdoing it."

"well the closest i'll get to a leash is if you choke me, right?"

"are you trying to get us both banned off of here?!"

"wouldn't be the first time."

@/lilithkleia: the two of you disgust me

this is inspired by that one danny gonzalez and drew gooden video if ykyk

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[fireladylisa]

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ა ˙˖ summary → there’s no one you hate more than satoru gojo. he’s arrogant and entirely too full of himself. when you agree to be strictly enemies with benefits, gojo takes this as the perfect opportunity to finally make you his.

⤳ warnings: this mini series will feature adult content and is not recommended to anyone under the age of 18

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❦ chapter one: the fuck buddy proposal

❦ chapter two: you're not my type!

❦ chapter three: the conclusion

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[cececherrie]

katsuki letting you try on his gauntlets while he does his routine gear check and you're confused cuz he would never let someone other than himself put them on.

you're ecstatic tho so he gives you his gloves and then puts his gauntlets on you and you giggle about how their so heavy and how impressive it is that he wears them everyday, making them look weightless.

as you shower his strength in compliments he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you can hardly lift your hands wearing them and he drops to his knees, pulling you forward and shoving his head between your thighs, wasting no time he leaves a long lick over your clothed cunt.

you try to shoot your hands out to pull him away with a surprised gasp but realize you can't do much of anything with the gauntlets on, they fall weakly at your side while he gets to work quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties in one go and quickly latching onto your clit.

you go to pull your hands out of the gauntlets but he stops you by gripping your arms and pulling you closer and then your just kinda stuck there just moaning and whining while he has his way with you and he's laughing at you and idk katsuki come get me pls...

[keniscrepes]

"my opposite

chapter 1: jealous!katsuki bakugo x oblivious!reader

synopsis: jealous!katsuki bakugo has started to realize that he has romantic feelings for one of his classmates, oblivious!reader, and just as he's coming to terms with his feelings, his friends find out about his infatuation as well…

content: mdi — third year timeline, canon universe, playful teasing, friendly banter, complicated feelings, introduction to main character

katsuki bakugo wasn’t one to dwell on his feelings— let alone romantic ones, though he rarely had those. at eighteen years old, he could count how many crushes he’s had his whole life using just one hand. 

 one. 

 how pathetic is that? 

 it’s clear he’s had other priorities— he still does. being the number one hero is still his main goal, that’s all he’s wanted since he was just five. but now? now it seems like besides wanting to be the number one hero, he also wants to pursue a certain classmate, romantically. 

 that classmate being none other than reader.

 he had known her since he started at u.a, having been sat near her since the first day of class. he didn’t pay much attention to her at first— well he didn’t pay much attention to anyone when he started high school, far too egotistical to focus on anyone but himself. but, over the years, especially with the war over, he started to notice everyone more often.

 he started to notice her more often.

 how intelligent she was, even more than he was if they were using test scores. how effectively she used her quirk, and how strong her quirk was at that— he didn’t praise others often for their quirks but he found reader particularly interesting (and that wasn’t just because he found her interesting, or at least that’s what he’s been telling himself)... 

 katuki could go on about how he found reader intriguing, and how he slowly developed feelings for her over the two and a half years they’ve been at u.a— but, it already took him far too long to admit how he felt to himself the first time around. he’s come a long way with understanding his feelings and coming to term with the various emotions he’s been bottling up for so long, but it still wasn’t the easiest process for him.

 he was always more of an actions speak louder than words guy anyways.

 right now, his actions consist of staring— constantly.

 katsuki sat in his seat, listening to present mic drone on about something with that painfully irritating voice of his. but, instead of looking up at the board and giving the lesson his undivided attention, he had his attention directed at the girl sitting two seats away. stupid kaminari’s fat head was in the way but if he leaned forward just a bit, he could get a decent view of her.

 he wasn’t creepy though! not by any means! his staring was never perverse or too intense, he just appreciated the look of her focused face as she jotted down notes, paying full attention even though this was just a filler lecture.

so that’s how bakugo stared at reader in class— but class wasn't the only place where he stared at her.

 it was much easier to stare during lunch as she was somewhat a part of his friend group, quote on quote.

 the group consisted of mina ashido, denki kaminari, hanta sero, kyoka jirou, eijiro kirishima and katsuki bakugo. they were his closest friends, beside izuku. reader was close friends with jirou so she often sat with the group at lunch, giving katsuki another chance to easily admire her, even talk to her a bit.

 he didn't strike up conversation often but when he did, it was mostly coming from concern, or care, that he covered up with a gruff voice and an uninterested tone. 

 “you've been eatin’ rice and pork for the past three days— are ya too lazy to cook anythin’ else?” he would ask her with a quiet scoff, observing her bento with narrowed eyes. reader looked up from her food at his comment, quickly shaking her head and reassuring him that she enjoyed the simple meal.

 katsuki wasn’t bothering her about her lunch cause he thought plain rice and pork was bad— it wasn’t a bad meal, just plain. he was just worried at the fact that she wouldn’t enjoy her lunch when it had been repeated so many days in a row. plus, if cooking was a problem, he could easily make her whatever meal he wanted. he was 3a’s best chef and wouldn’t hesitate to make reader her daily bentos if she wanted…

 but he’d never offer to just make her food. it would seem far too forward, and he didn’t want to make too many sudden moves and scare her off. staring and light conversation would do, for now at least.

 besides class, and during lunch, he also spent much time observing her when 3a had full-class mandatory training periods. her quirk and strength was what caught his eye in the first place, so why wouldn’t he enjoy watching her spar with classmates? it always amused him seeing her beat sero in hand-to-hand.

 katsuki stands off to the side, panting quietly as he leans back against the cool metal of the vending machine, catching his breath and taking a deep sip of water after an extensive sparring session with eijiro— who was standing beside him doing the same. as katsuki's breath steadied, the heaves of his chest starting to slow down, his eyes drifted to the side, finding reader. his head tilts slightly as he watches her spar, laughing quietly while she moves.

 eijiro, now finished with his bottle of water, quickly noticed katsuki's stare directed not at the ground but at someone else instead. when he follows his gaze and realizes that he’s staring at reader, a gentle grin quickly appears on his face. 

 bakugo is snapped out of his little trance when eijiro roughly elbows him in the ribs, making him jerk forward slightly. his head whips around to glare at the red-haired boy, but before he could open his mouth to yell at him, eijiro spoke up first.

 “you shouldn’t stare at her so much, you look creepy.” he comments bluntly, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

 katsuki's mouth snaps closed, the tips of his ears starting to turn pink from the embarrassment of being caught practically ogling a friend of theirs. “... ‘m not staring at her..” he grumbles a few seconds later, turning his head to look off to the side.

 “and ‘m all might.” his friend snaps back with a scoff not even a second later, making it clear that he didn’t believe the other boy for a second. “you’ve been staring at her a lot lately dude, anythin’ ya wanna tell me?” eijiro nudges katsuki in the ribs again, earning yet another irritated grumble from the blonde.

 “i don’t have anythin’ to tell you, moron— so just drop it, ok?” bakugo grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his half-empty water bottle underneath his arm.

 “nope, quit deflecting. i know ya better than that man.” kirishima laughs quietly, swinging a heavy arm over his shoulders and yanking him a bit closer, trying to persuade him to open up. “now, do you have anythin’ to tell me?”

 two years ago, he would’ve started yelling, shoved his friend off of him and told him to mind his own business— but that wasn’t him anymore. the war, and his injuries, had really made his attitude far more subdued than it used to be. so instead of shouting and overreacting, he just let out a deep sigh, reaching up to scrub a calloused hand over his face, which was now lightly flushed.

 “i think ‘m jus’ kind of interested in her— reader, i mean..” katsuki confesses with a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat while eijiro’s whole expression lights up with excitement.

 “interested is an understatement!” he chuckles, yanking him even closer to his side so he can punch at his ribs, again. at this rate, katsuki was going to have bruises littering his chest. 

 “oi! quit that, will you!” katsuki finally squirms away from eijiro’s grip, gently shoving him off and straightening up. his eyes briefly find reader across the field before they focus back onto his friend— he just couldn’t help it, could he?

 “it’s not like ‘m in love with her.” he states bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest again. “i jus’ think she’s cool, that's all.” his gaze drifts across the training grounds, heading back to her like they were magnetized.  

 “she is cool. you two would make a good match.” eijiro comments with a gentle smile, his expression softening as he realizes that his friend was still a bit sensitive about his feelings.

 “who’s cool?” a third voice questioned.

 when the two boys turned, they saw another friend of theirs, mina ashido, approaching them with a curious expression, clearly wondering who and what they were talking about.

 “no one!” katsuki quickly spoke up, not wanting anyone other than kirishima to find out about his so-called interest in reader.

 “bakugo has a crush on reader.” eijiro announced casually, watching as katuki’s brows furrowed with irritation and mina’s expression lit up with pure joy. “i said it wasn’t a crush—” the blonde quickly tries to argue.

 “ah! this is so awesome!” mina chirps with excitement, leaping forward to grab katsuki's shoulders. “she’s the sweetest person ever! i mean, she’s way too nice for you, but i think you two would look cute together!” she smiles up at him.

 “wha- what do you mean she’s too nice for me?!” bakugo exclaims, “i’m like the nicest person ever!” he shouts, shaking his head. 

 “pfft— who’s the nicest person ever? cause it sure as hell isn’t you, bakubro.” kaminri chimes in as he also approaches the group, coming to a stop beside kirishima, both of them grinning down at bakugo as he tries to wrestle mina off of him.

 “we’re talking about how bakugo likes reader—” mina comments before bakugo screams, continuing to attempt to squirm away from her.

 “quit telling everyone my business!"

 by that evening, their whole friend group, plus izuku, knew about katsuki bakugo's interest, quote on quote, in reader. he wasn’t exactly happy about everyone knowing, but what could he do now other than grumble? the cat was out of the bag..

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[veilbloom]

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, 𝐵oxer!Yuji is your boyfriend⸝⸝.ᐟ

boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."

boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.

boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.

boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.

boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:

"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"

boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.

boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.

boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.

boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.

boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:

“What’re you doing now?” “Can I come too?”

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.

boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.

first post how we feeling? 👀

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