wooyo's wife

lor 23

[maeveybelle]

class 1-A x reader (angst)

summary: you spiral into paranoia as you comprehend the outshining skills your classmates have on you...will you ever be good enough? could you ever catch up to them? why do you feel like this? can you catch up to them?

this fic is based of "In The Middle" by GIgi Perez as well as "Creep" by Radiohead so there's a couple lyrics refs!

warning/s: angst, bullying, running away

w/c ~7k

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In the Middle (Where the Creep Belongs)

The dorm common room smelled like burnt sugar and ozone, Bakugou’s latest “improved” protein bars and Todoroki absentmindedly freezing the air because he was thinking too hard again. You sat on the edge of the couch, knees drawn up, the faint hum of your Quirk buzzing under your skin like a nervous tic you couldn’t turn off. Resonate. That was the name they’d given it on your Quirk registry. A polite way of saying you could make things vibrate in a ten-meter radius if you concentrated hard enough. Break a window. Rattle someone’s teeth. Send a low-frequency pulse that made ears ring for a few seconds. Useful for distractions. Useless when the rest of Class 1-A could level city blocks.

You were supposed to be studying for the provisional license retake. Instead you watched them.

Midoriya was cross-legged on the floor, muttering analysis notes while his fingers flew across his notebook, green lightning crackling faintly around his wrists. Uraraka floated a bag of snacks over to him with a soft laugh. Kirishima was arm-wrestling Kaminari on the coffee table, both of them yelling. Mina was painting Jirou’s nails while Jirou’s earjacks tapped out a rhythm only she could hear. And Bakugou—God, Bakugou—was sprawled in the armchair like he owned the building, arms crossed, red eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he could sense the static building in your chest.

They all looked at you like you belonged. Like you were special.

You felt like a creep.

When you were here before, the song looped in your head on repeat, couldn’t look you in the eye. You used to stare at them in the beginning, back when you first transferred into 1-A after the USJ incident. They were angels, every single one of them. Explosions and ice and zero-gravity and One For All. You were the kid who could make a teacup rattle if you focused hard enough. Your skin felt wrong. Your soul felt wrong. You wanted a perfect body, a perfect Quirk, a perfect place here.

You wanted them to notice when you weren’t around.

So you started pulling away in small ways. Skipping movie nights. Training alone in the gym at 3 a.m. until your hands shook and your nose bled from the strain. You told yourself it was discipline. Really you were testing how long it would take before someone asked where you’d gone.

They always asked. Every time.

“You okay, babe?” Uraraka would float down beside you, cheeks pink, hand brushing yours like she was afraid you’d vanish. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Oi, extra,” Bakugou would grunt, shoving a protein shake at you. “Drink it before I make you. And stop looking like you’re about to bolt.”

Midoriya’s eyes would go wide and worried, notebook forgotten. “If there’s anything you need, we’re here. You know that, right?”

You knew. That was the worst part.

Because knowing made the paranoia louder. They’re all so fucking special. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

-----------------three days later-----------------

The night everything snapped started with a joint training exercise against Class 1-B.

You were paired with Todoroki and Yao-Momo for capture the flag scenario in the mock city block. The plan was perfect on paper: Yaomomo creates decoys, Todoroki walls off escape routes with ice, you slip in with a resonant pulse to disorient the guards and grab the flag. Easy. You’d done it in simulations a dozen times.

But Monoma copied your Quirk mid-fight and laughed in your face. “Is that all? A little buzz? How adorable. No wonder you’re the class charity case.”

The pulse you sent back was stronger than you meant. It shattered the flagpole instead of just rattling it. The flag dropped. Todoroki had to catch you when the backlash made your knees buckle. Yaomomo’s eyes were kind, but you saw the flicker—pity, maybe. Or concern. It felt the same.

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Later in the locker room you overheard it. Not on purpose. Just bad timing.

“She’s trying so hard,” Midoriya was saying, voice low. “Her Quirk has so much potential for support roles, but she keeps pushing like she has to be frontline—”

“Potential ain’t enough on the streets, nerd,” Bakugou cut in. “She’s gonna get herself killed pretending she’s us.”

You didn’t wait to hear the rest. You walked out, heart hammering so loud your own resonance made the metal lockers hum behind you. I don’t care if it hurts. I want to have control. You wanted a perfect soul. You wanted them to stop looking at you like a project.

That night you left a note on the common room table. Short. Honest in the worst way.

You’re all so fucking special. I’m just in the middle. I need to figure out if I can be more than this. Don’t look for me. —Y/N

You took only your hero costume, a backpack of cash you’d saved from allowance, and the burner phone you’d bought two weeks ago when the paranoia first got teeth. Then you walked out of the UA gates like a ghost.

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The first week was almost romantic. You called yourself “Echo” on the underground forums. You patrolled the back alleys of Musutafu at night, using your resonance to trip up petty thieves, shatter lock mechanisms, send warning vibrations through the ground that made low-level villains stumble. You told yourself you were doing what needed to be done....if you weren't useful at UA, then you could at least get out of their hair.

But the system didn’t care about good intentions when your Quirk wasn’t flashy enough to draw crowds.

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By week three you were hungry, sleeping in abandoned warehouses, and the “bad shit” started small.

A drug runner cornered you in an alley. You resonated his gun until it vibrated apart in his hands, then kept going until his teeth chattered and he dropped, screaming. You took his cash. You told yourself it was for food. For gear. For them, somehow.

The forums started calling you a new vigilante. Some praised you. Others said you were getting sloppy. One thread labeled you “Creep” after a witness described the way the air hummed around you like something haunted.

You laughed until you cried in an empty subway tunnel.

But I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here?

You started taking bigger jobs. Breaking into warehouses for information on bigger players. Using your resonance to crack safes—slowly, painfully, until your nose bled and your vision tunneled. You told yourself it was still heroic. You were stopping real villains. The ones the pros were too busy for.

But the lines blurred.

One night you tracked a gang moving quirk-enhancing drugs. You were supposed to just gather intel. Instead you dropped the whole ceiling on them with a sustained low-frequency pulse that made the support beams sing and snap. Three of them didn’t get up. You took the drugs and burned them in a dumpster, but the blood on your gloves wouldn’t come off no matter how hard you scrubbed in a public fountain.

You stared at your reflection in the water and whispered the lyrics that wouldn’t leave you alone.

Shape of your crown… I hate to bow… but I need you… how I lose…

You needed them. You hated how much. You were in the middle—between the girl who used to curl up between Denki and Mina on movie nights and the monster who left people twitching on concrete. Between the hero they all believed in and the creep who didn’t belong anywhere.

You spiraled harder.

You stopped eating properly. Your resonance grew erratic; sometimes you’d wake up in abandoned buildings with every window in a block shattered and no memory of doing it. You started wearing a cracked half-mask you’d scavenged, more to hide from yourself than from the cops. The underground began to fear you. “Echo’s losing it,” they whispered. “She’s not a vigilante anymore. She’s just… broken.”

You couldn't even catch a break from their judgmental stares. and the craziest part? Nt one time did they think, "maybe she just needs help."

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One month in, you were holed up in an old factory on the edge of the city, surrounded by newspaper clippings of Class 1-A’s latest victories. They’d all been going strong with work studies now, or saving citezens on the regular...they had to have forgotten about you by now..right?

You traced their faces with a shaking finger and felt the resonance build in your chest until the clippings fluttered like they were alive.

“I just wanted to be enough.”

The door to the factory exploded inward in a blast of orange fire and smoke.

You were on your feet before the dust settled, palms out, resonance already thrumming—ready to bring the roof down if you had to.

But it was them.

All of them.

Midoriya first, eyes wide and tearful, freckles standing out against pale skin. “Y/N… we found you.”

Bakugou was right behind him, gauntlets smoking, face twisted in something between rage and relief. “You fucking idiot. A month. One goddamn month.”

Uraraka floated in, zero-gravity already active, eyes red-rimmed. “We never stopped looking. Never.”

Todoroki’s left side flickered with frost, right with flame, but his voice was soft. “You’re not alone. You never were.”

The rest poured in—Kirishima with his hardening already half-activated like he expected a fight, Mina with acid dripping protectively from her fingers, Kaminari sparking, Jirou’s earjacks extended, Yaoyorozu creating blankets and water bottles on instinct. Twenty of them. Your class. Your everything.

You took one step back and the resonance spiked so hard the floor cracked beneath your boots. “Don’t—don’t come closer. I’m not… I’m not her anymore. I did bad things. I hurt people. I don’t belong—”

Midoriya was crying openly now, One For All humming gently around him like a promise. “We read the note. We read everything the underground said about Echo. We know what you did. And we still came.”

Bakugou snarled, but there was no heat in it. “You think we give a shit about ‘strong enough’? You kept us safe in ways we couldn’t see. Your pulses saved my ass more than once in those joint exercises, dumbass. You made us better.”

Uraraka landed in front of you, close enough that you could smell her strawberry shampoo. “You’re in the middle right now. We get it. You’re scared and hurting and you think you have to choose between being a hero or…--" she looked around the empty, abadoned warehouse, throwing her arms up as she let out a breath chuckle "--whatever you became out here. But you don’t. We’ll meet you in the middle. We always have.”

You tried to push them away with a weak pulse. It barely ruffled their hair.

Kirishima stepped forward, unhardened, arms open. “Manly or not, we’re not leaving without you. You’re part of us. Poly or whatever the hell we are-- it doesn’t work if one piece is missing.”

Todoroki’s hand, warm on one side, cool on the other,settled on your shoulder. “My father told me my Quirk was only worth what it could destroy. I believed him for years. You helped me see I could be more. Let us do the same for you.”

One by one they surrounded you. Not trapping. Holding. Midoriya’s notebook was open in his hands—pages and pages of analysis on your Quirk. Ways to amplify resonance with support items. Ways to combine it with their own powers for combos you’d never imagined. Uraraka took your shaking hands and floated the three of you gently off the ground so you didn’t have to feel the cracked concrete anymore. Bakugou pressed a protein bar into your palm and muttered, “Eat, or I’ll shove it down your throat.”

You broke.

The resonance inside you finally let go—not in violence, but in a low, aching hum that vibrated through every person touching you like a shared heartbeat. You sobbed into Uraraka’s shoulder while Mina stroked your hair and Jirou played a soft melody through her earjacks straight into your chest. Kaminari short-circuited a nearby light just to make the room dim and safe. Sero taped up a makeshift curtain over the broken door. Aoyama struck a pose and declared you the most sparkling disaster he’d ever seen, and somehow it made you laugh through the tears.

“I’m sorry,” you kept whispering. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to be special. I wanted to deserve you.”

Uraraka’s forehead knocked against yours; gentle. “You already are, Y/N/N. You always were.”

Midoriya’s voice cracked. “We’re not complete without you. The dorm’s too quiet. Training’s wrong. Even the cafeteria food tastes bad when you’re not there stealing my katsudon.”

They stayed with you in that ruined factory until the sun came up. Yaoyorozu created beds and hot food. Todoroki regulated the temperature. No one asked you to explain the bloodstains or the wanted posters. They just listened when you finally spoke—halting, ashamed, about the nights you crossed lines and the days you felt like nothing.

And when you asked, voice small, “What if I’m never strong enough?” twenty voices answered at once.

“You don’t have to be,” Midoriya said.

“We’ll be strong with you,” Uraraka added.

“Or we’ll blow up anyone who says you aren’t,” Bakugou finished.

You laughed then—real, raw, exhausted. The kind of laugh that came from the middle of the storm finally breaking.

They brought you home at dawn.

Principal Nezu was waiting with understanding eyes and a promise of leniency—community service, therapy, a monitored return to classes. The media never got the full story. “Echo” faded into urban legend, just another ghost in the alleyways.

But in the dorm that night, the common room was louder than it had been in months. You sat in the middle of the couch exactly where you’d been the night you left, only now there were twenty bodies piled around you. Kirishima on one side, arm slung possessively over your shoulders. Hagakure on the other, head in your lap while she muttered new Quirk notes. Uraraka floating above you all, dropping food whenever she drifted low enough. Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, and the rest would try to catch you if you drifted off int your thoughts, not forcing you to snap out of it, just reminding you they were there...they always had been.

-----------------one week later-----------------

You still felt the hum of your Quirk sometimes—nervous, uncertain. But now it mixed with theirs. A gentle vibration against Bakugou’s explosions. A soft echo under Jirou’s beats. A resonance that made Todoroki’s flames dance in perfect sync.

You weren’t special the way they were.

You were special the way you were.

And in the middle of all of them, you finally stopped feeling like a creep.

Maybe you did belong.

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A/N: bro I'm LOCKED IN. I'm actually getting the confidence to publish all these fics that have just been stored up in my notes. alsooo, should I make this a part series??? decisions decisions....

comments and likes are always appreciated!!

[shandzii]

If Cookie run kingdom did a collaboration with gachiakuta, who do you think of the cleaners and the raiders types will be????? Your art is so awesome dude!!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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[tamsywindsup]

✨ Happy birthday, Tamsy ✨

[ashthesalamipiece]

"Kissy kiss chaos"

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader (Aged-Up / G!Up Bakugo)

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: No Warnings except for maybe some cuss words

Yes this will be a family series just for fun

Enjoy♡

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You were in the middle of your post-dinner ritual, rag in hand, scrubbing the last stubborn smear of Katsuki’s “extra-spicy, don’t you dare complain” curry off the dining table. The apartment smelled like caramelized victory and mild regret exactly how every evening ended when the Number Two Hero decided to cook. Your sleeves were rolled up, hair twisted into a messy bun that was one rogue explosion away from total collapse, and you were humming some old pop song under your breath, hips swaying just enough to make the chore feel less like work and more like a victory dance.

At the head of the table, Katsuki Bakugo sat like a king on his throne of chaos: laptop open, documents glowing on the screen, and those ridiculous thin rimmed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He hated them. Hated admitting his eyes weren’t twenty anymore after years of staring at mission reports and villain profiles under crappy hero-agency lighting. But there he was spiky blond hair slightly flattened from running his hands through it in frustration, black tank top stretched across a chest that still looked illegally sculpted for a man who spent half his life yelling at interns, and those glasses slipping down every time he scowled harder at the keyboard.

You snuck a glance and bit your lip to keep from laughing. Domestic Katsuki was your favorite version of him: grumpy, focused, and unfairly hot in nerd mode.

The peace lasted exactly four seconds.

A pair of tiny feet thundered down the hallway like twin grenades. Giggles high-pitched, evil, unstoppable giggles echoed off the walls. Your two little hellions burst into the living room like they’d just discovered the secret to infinite quirk juice.

Katsumi, seven years old and already sporting her father’s resting “I will explode you” face, had her ash-blonde pigtails bouncing like they had their own wind quirk. Hiroki, five and a carbon copy miniature of Katsuki (tiny scowl included), clutched his sister’s hand, cheeks flushed red from whatever conspiracy they’d cooked up in their bedroom. A faint pop-pop of miniature sparks crackled between their palms harmless baby explosions that only happened when they were this excited.

You straightened, rag dangling from your fingers, and smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “Alright, trouble twins. What’s got you two giggling like you just replaced all the sugar with nitroglycerin?”

They didn’t answer. Of course they didn’t. Instead, they launched a coordinated attack. Katsumi grabbed your left wrist with both hands, Hiroki latched onto your right like a determined koala, and together they yanked with the strength of two kids who had inherited their dad’s “never back down” energy.

“Mommy, come on!” Katsumi ordered, voice full of that bossy tone she definitely learned from watching Katsuki bark orders at sidekicks on TV.

“Yeah! Come on!” Hiroki echoed, little legs pumping as they dragged you across the room. Your socks slid on the floor, and you let out a surprised laugh, nearly tripping over the rug.

“Katsuki, your spawn are kidnapping me!” you called over your shoulder, but the grin in your voice gave you away.

He didn’t even look up from the screen at first. His fingers kept flying across the keys click-clack-click-clack until your hips bumped the edge of his chair. Then, without missing a beat, his left arm swung out like it had been waiting for this exact moment. It wrapped around your waist, strong and warm, and tugged you down into the chair right beside him. You landed half in his lap, half in the seat, your side pressed flush against his solid chest.

“Tch. I like where this is goin’,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly, that signature smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes stayed glued to the laptop, but his arm stayed locked around you like a seatbelt made of pure smugness. One-handed typing continued because of course the great Dynamight could multitask during a family ambush. “Brats finally did somethin’ useful. Keep it comin’, extras.”

Katsumi and Hiroki climbed onto the opposite chair like tiny mountaineers, faces glowing with mischief. They leaned forward on their elbows, chins in their hands, eyes sparkling like they’d just won the All Might Merch Lottery.

“Daddy! Mommy!” Katsumi announced, voice dripping with dramatic importance. “Can we do a kissy kiss?”

Hiroki nodded so hard his whole body shook. “Yeah! Kissy kiss! The big one!”

Katsuki’s smirk upgraded from “smug” to “dangerous.” He finally paused his typing, fingers hovering over the keys as he turned his head just enough to look at you. The glasses slid down his nose another millimeter, making his crimson eyes peer over the rims like he was reading your soul for weaknesses. “What type?” he asked, voice dropping into that teasing register that always made your stomach flip. “Quick peck? Full-on explosion? Or the one where I-”

You swatted his arm hardright where the muscle flexed under your palm. “Katsuki Bakugo! There are impressionable children right there!”

He didn’t even flinch. Just rubbed the spot lazily and smirked wider, the scar on his cheek crinkling. “What? I’m a professional. Gotta know the specs. Can’t half-ass a performance for the brats.”

Katsumi and Hiroki dissolved into fresh giggles, the kind that made their shoulders shake and their little sparks pop like popcorn. “A kissy kiss!” they chanted together, bouncing in place. “The mwah-mwah one where Mommy grabs Daddy’s face and Daddy’s ears turn red like his explosions!”

Katsuki’s eyes lit up with pure chaotic delight. He spun his chair toward you fully now, laptop forgotten for the first time all evening. “No need to tell me twice,” he growled, leaning in fast. His free hand came up, fingers aiming for your chin like he was about to deliver the most dramatic, movie-poster-worthy kiss in hero history. Lips puckered, eyebrows waggled, the whole nine yards.

You were faster. You snatched the nearest weapon of domestic defense the rolled-up hero magazine sitting on the table (the one with his face on the cover, mid-explosion, looking unfairly hot). You slapped it up like a shield, pressing the glossy pages right against his nose. “Not so quick, hotshot!”

The magazine muffled his groan into a hilarious “Mmph–oi!” His breath fogged the glasses instantly. You could feel his chest rumble with suppressed laughter against your side, but he didn’t pull away. He just stayed there, face comically smooshed against the cover of “Dynamight: Still Exploding Hearts at Age 36.”

Katsumi and Hiroki howled. Actual tears-of-laughter howls. Hiroki rolled sideways off the chair and onto the floor in a fit, kicking his legs in the air. Katsumi clutched her stomach, pigtails flopping as she wheezed, “Mommy used the magazine shield again!”

You kept the magazine firmly in place, peeking around the edge at your husband’s narrowed eyes. “Why do you two little gremlins want to see Mommy and Daddy kiss so bad, huh?” you asked, voice warm and teasing despite the chaos. “Spill. What’s the master plan?”

The giggles tapered just enough for them to answer. Katsumi sat up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Because it’s funny!” she declared. “Daddy’s face goes all red like when he yells at the TV and his palms spark and then Mommy laughs and the whole room gets warm like a hug from your quirk! It’s the best!”

Hiroki popped back onto the chair, hair even messier now. “Yeah! And Daddy says ‘tch’ but he’s smiling big like when he wins against the bad guys! We like it! It makes us feel… explode-y happy inside!”

Katsuki’s shoulders shook with silent laughter behind the magazine. You felt his arm tighten around you, thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip.

You lowered the magazine just a fraction, enough to see his full face glasses askew, cheeks actually tinged pink (the traitor), and that smirk still firmly in place. “You hear that, old man? Your kids think our kisses are better than your explosions.”

“Oi, watch it,” he rumbled, but there was zero heat. He flicked the magazine out of your hand with one finger, sending it fluttering to the table. Then he leaned in again, slower this time, forehead resting against yours. “They’re right, though. Room does get warmer when I do this…”

Before you could grab another shield, he pressed a loud, ridiculous, over the top “mwah” right to your lips, complete with an exaggerated cartoon sound effect he somehow made with his mouth. The kids cheered like he’d just won the Hero Billboard Chart. Katsumi clapped. Hiroki tried to copy the kiss sound and ended up spitting everywhere.

You pulled back laughing, swatting his chest. “You’re impossible.”

“Damn right,” he said, smug as ever, but his arm stayed around you and his free hand ruffled Hiroki’s hair. “And you love it.”

Katsumi crawled into your lap, Hiroki wedged himself between you both, and the four of you ended up in one tangled pile of limbs and giggles. The laptop screen had gone to sleep. Dinner dishes still waited. The table was only half-cleaned.

But the giggles kept coming, louder and brighter than any explosion Katsuki could ever make.

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—Let's kiss! 2.6k

Synopsis: You drag your beloved knight to the library in the middle of the night and present him with a jaw-dropping question: Let's kiss? Extra yap: Bkg is your knight and the captain of guard; you're the princess, duh; characters are aged up; contains inexperienced kissing that turns into a make out; chances are you'll find a typo or two in here because I'm blind; I tried my best to proofread this

It was in the late hours of the night when you startled your knight by throwing open the door of your room, stepping out in your satin night gown and sheer chiffon robe that did little to cover the shape of your body. You wanted him to accompany you to the library so you could find the second book in the series you were reading. He did not complain as it was normal for you to go on strolls or visit the library during absurd hours of the night.

He held open the gigantic door to the library for you, following you into the low and warm, honey-coloured light coming from iron sconces. The soft carpet cushioned the sound of footsteps, the walls lined with shelves upon shelves of books, making no room for echoes. He watched you browse through the titles as you looked for the one you wanted, your fingers brushing across the spines of the books.

He tried not to pay attention to your sheer robe or how inviting it made your bare arms appear. He had seen the many faces of his princess. He'd seen you bare-faced, hair in a mess like you fought pigeons in your sleep, he'd seen you dolled up for balls and gatherings, and he'd seen you vicious in your fighting armour, but it was your night gowns that intimidated him the most because he found it difficult to look you in the eye when you wore them.

"'Suki, can you get that for me?" You pointed at a book five shelves higher.

"Tsk, makin' me do all the work." He clicked his tongue, obediently giving you the book you wanted and then following you to a table.

He looked for his favourite encyclopedia on dragons on the shelves near the small wooden table where you were seated. He found it in the same spot he had left it in before and pulled out the large book. He opened it, resting it on his arm as he looked for a specific page, stopping when you asked a question that made him go still.

Katsuki was accustomed to your random, out-of-pocket questions by now. Sometimes he rolled his eyes at you in response, or gave you an appropriate answer if he had one, or he had to stop whatever he was doing to make sure he heard you right. The question you asked him just now made him drop the book in his hand and snap his head towards you to make sure his head wasn't making up what you just said.

"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide.

"I said," you looked up from the book you were reading, snapping it shut and resting your chin on the back of your hand, "have you ever kissed anyone?"

Your gaze made him dizzy. He knew that look all too well. After all, he'd been serving his princess for over seven years now. He could read your thoughts with a single glance, already on the task before you could even order him to do it. And he knew what you were doing in that moment. You were plotting. You were sitting there, looking so annoyingly beautiful under the buttery light, plotting on how to get him flustered.

Fire crackled in the sconces as you watched him coolly, waiting for a response. You could hear his breathing grow heavy, although he did not seem aware of it. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.

"I don't see why you need to know that, princess." He said at last, squaring his shoulders to fake confidence, even though you had already noticed his ears flare red.

Of course, he hadn't kissed anyone yet. How could he when he'd been so busy following you around to make sure not a creature could harm you? Even as you slept, he stood outside, only catching winks of sleep during the day when you were around other people who could keep you safe just as well as he. Those were also interrupted by you barging into his room and falling on his mattress beside him like it was okay for a princess to be in her knight's bed, even if it was just to get on his nerves and begging him to accompany her to the flower gardens.

"What do you mean? I obviously need to know what my charming knight is up to when I'm asleep." You reasoned, batting your long lashes at him. You know he never leaves your quarters, but you were determined to make him answer. "Besides, we're friends. We're way past formalities, even you agreed to that ages ago."

He'd already regained his cool. He picked up the book and sat across from you on the table, flipping the pages till he found the one he was reading before you threw him off.

"You're ignoring me." You whined.

"We came here because you wanted to read." He reminded, not bothering to glance up. "Besides, it's not my job to fill you in on my personal life."

"You have this job because of me." You said casually.

He finally looked at you, blond hair falling to his forehead, making his cardinal eyes appear a few shades darker. He snarled, the bridge of his nose creasing. He knew you find joy in pissing him the fuck off by flustering him. It made him want to push you against a bookshelf and shut you up with his mouth for good.

"So? My answer?" You smirked.

"I. Have. Not." He replied, his words tight and clipped.

"I have not either." You said immediately, as if you were letting him know a fun fact.

He didn't understand why you're so eager to let him know. He knows you haven't kissed anyone. You refused to let another man get too close, and if a man did happen to try to touch you in a way you did not like, Katsuki was always there to crush his fist on the spot. He was glad you let him scare men away from you, because he wasn't sure if he'd be able to watch you kiss another man in the first place.

"Yeah, the sun is hot, and water is wet. What do I do with that information?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Let's kiss?" You suggested, leaning forward with your hands on the table.

"The fuck?" He growled, backing away, blood washing his eardrums in waves, heart beating so fast he could feel his jugular pulsing.

"We're both too old to not have kissed anyone. Let's change that."

"Is this another one of your pranks to piss me off?" He glared. "Well, congrats, princess, you win. You can fuckin' sit back down."

"I'm not joking." You stopped smiling. "I mean it. Of course, if I've made you uncomfortable, I understand, and I'm sorry."

You redirected your attention to your book, tracing the hardcover, "I'll have plenty of opportunities to learn how to ki–" You stopped abruptly with a gasp when he roughly grabbed your wrist and guided you around the table, straight into his lap.

It was your turn to be set on fire. His face was way too close to yours. Closer than it had ever been. You could see the maroon specks in his ruby eyes and the uneven depth of the little scar under his eye. You could feel the desire, the need, the yearning behind his dilated pupils, swallowing you whole.

"You fuckin' piss me off." He said, voice silken-sharp, nose brushing yours. His hand left your wrist and moved up to your shin, slowly rising to your knee and stopping there. "I'll do this only if you won't regret this."

"Kiss me, Katsuki." You whispered.

He gently pushed his lips onto yours and stayed still for a few heartbeats, etching the feeling of your lips on his into the depths of his mind. He pulled away, his palm unmoving on your knee, hoping you wouldn't notice the slight tremor in his grip. He searched your eyes for a reaction, pleased to find that you were just as bashful as he was. Everything about that kiss and his body was contained, controlled and respectful, something that wouldn't cross the line.

But the line had been crossed the moment he pulled you into his lap.

You blinked at him shyly, biting your lip. You cupped his cheek to find that his face was warm, pink ears poking out of blond tufts. He leaned into your touch, his eyes inviting you to kiss him back, and so you did.

You kissed him again. Just a sweet little peck, which he returned, making you smile. Neither of you was experienced in the field, so you sat in his lap in silence, letting him observe you from this newly unlocked, forbidden proximity.

You cradled his face, bringing yours closer to his, just watching him. You realised you'd seen the very same expression on his face seven years ago, when he had been assigned as your knight, along with being the captain of the guard. The look of devotion hot enough to burn.

His eyes kept flicking between your eyes and lips, his breath fanning your skin. His entire being screamed in desperation: don't stop now.

The very little restraint you had crumbled to the ground. You kissed him again, once, twice and then thrice. You briefly pulled back and slammed your mouth onto his, making the chair rock back. He held onto your waist, stabilising himself, taken by surprise.

There was a new fuel feeding your fire, and he could feel it. He let out a guttural sound from deep within, daring to test the waters. He brushed your lips with his tongue. Just barely. He had no clue how to do this, but he recalled seeing flashes of his fellow knight with his tongue deep in someone's mouth when he was drunk in a tavern before passing out.

You opened your mouth for him, his tongue barging in immediately. He could feel your body jolt deliciously against his. You had no idea what you were doing, but you did not care, not when this felt so foreign, so dangerous, so good.

It took a few moments to find an angle where you could both breathe without twisting your necks, but once you found a rhythm against his lips, it felt like heaven on earth you had been missing out on. It still wasn't perfect—far from it, actually. But it was so unapologetically him that it made your stomach twist.

Noses butted, teeth clashed, tongues occupied all the space there was to make a sound. His hand went back to your knee, moving up just the tiniest bit to your thigh, lifting your satin gown with it. You peppered his face with kisses, hands flat on his chest, exploring the muscles through his shirt, fingers drifting towards the buttons to undo the first three.

He had to lean back in the chair when your soft lips touched the column of his throat—the place his swallow betrayed him. You brought two fingers to his pulse, smirking against his skin when you felt it dance uncontrably under your fingers. His own body was against him, exposing him and presenting you with his feelings. You were the blade that was slowly thinning away the rope holding his sanity together.

He dared his hand to inch further up your leg, stopping right where your thighs met, giving you a harsh squeeze. You threw your head back for him, looking at him through narrow eyes with a cat-like intensity that made him go feral. The chiffon fabric of your robe slipped off your shoulder, inviting him to sink his teeth into the soft skin.

He pressed his lips to your shoulder, finding it deliciously warm; the scent of your luxurious bath soap filled his senses. He held himself back from biting, resorting to digging his fingers into your thigh instead. The little voice in his head that had lost the battle of senses long ago was still reminding him of the consequences of marking you. His teeth grazed up the side of your neck, stopping under your jaw to leave a delicate kiss.

"You're driving me crazy." He said tightly, pulling away to look at you. You didn't seem to care, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him back again.

"I'm so glad," You breathed heavily in between him stealing the air from your lungs, "that the library is empty tonight."

"Who would have thought that the princess had no self-control?" He cocked his head teasingly, hands moving up your waist and thumb caressing your midriff, "Sitting in her knight's lap and shamelessly eating his face away."

"You think you're any better?" You purred into his ear, your voice breath-kissed, "You're so desperate, I can nearly see it leaking out of you."

His eyes narrowed into slits, smirks replaced by his signature scowl, "Don't get cocky."

"Aww, the great Bakugo Katsuki's ears are red. Who would have guessed?" You continued to tease, pinching his cheeks affectionately.

Your smile dropped when his fingers wrapped around your throat. He wasn't squeezing, no, just looking, but it was the little lift in the corner of his mouth that made your heart leap. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm in his lap and bite your lip, as you dared to think of feeling his swollen lips on the rest of your body.

You were the one who was supposed to be in control, with your hand around his neck. You were royalty. Not him. Yet, here you were allowing him to take control. You let him yank you in by the neck for another kiss, this time slower than the last. It made heat pool between your legs.

You really needed him.

"Katsuki," You began, but the rest of your sentence was replaced with a gasp as he abruptly stood up and put you on the ground.

"Someone's comin'." He said in a hurried whisper, talking one quick look at the state of your robes and hair. He clicked his tongue and quickly pulled the chiffon up to your shoulders and patted your head, smoothening your hair. He grabbed the encyclopedia from the table and shoved it into your arms just in time for someone to pass by you guys.

He made his usual ugly face at you, as if his mouth wasn't on you mere seconds ago. His lip pulled up in a sneer, "Well, if you're done looking for the book you wanted, I think you should stop bothering me and head to bed, princess."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done." You swatted his hand away, holding the encyclopedia against your chest, acknowledging the stranger's nod.

As you headed towards the library's door with him, you realised you could still feel his fingers digging into your thigh from earlier. You were sure you had his hand imprinted on your thigh.

The walk back to your quarters felt unnaturally long. Katsuki made a point of picking a faster pace and walking ahead of you so you didn't have to see the fierce bloom across his cheeks. Not that you blamed him, even you weren't sure of what to say to him. It was supposed to be just one kiss. A silly little peck, but you'd unlocked a whole new court of emotions.

Only when you reached your bedroom did he turn back to look at you. You stood in your doorway, watching him avoid your eyes bashfully. "No good night for me?"

"Tsk, good night." He rolled his eyes, freezing when you planted a peck on his cheek.

"Good night, Katsuki." You smiled, closing the door as he kissed your cheek. You sighed with your back to the door, looking down at the encyclopedia. You opened it, flipping through the pages, "This isn't even what I wanted to read."

[bfbkg]

what do you think of modern au bakugou, where he's a firefighter? 😈

this became a drabble so firefighter!bakugou

— suggestive, making out, groping, dirty talk, reader works in publishing, this was soooo fun

he’s training in the gym with all his heavy gear on and heavy weights because he has to drag people out of burning buildings??????? insane! cannot breathe.

and the fact that everybody thinks he’s soooo fine here to save lives. like imagine your work office had a false alarm and you have the firefighters walking into the building. also the fact that your office is majority women so everyone’s wowed by big buff sexy men walking in.

bakugou who’s grumpy in every universe. still ordering his team around, frowning at whoever’s talking to him and you make one joke that this reminds you of your last birthday party and he’s narrowing his eyes over at you. face completely unreadable. nom nom nom.

totally the type of guy to see a pretty girl and not say anything and mentally wish her the best.

until you and your work buddies go down to the fire station to say sorry for the false alarm and the man with red hair greets you and lets you put the cakes and treats you brought over in their staff room. bakugou walks in hearing all the noise and is faced with your pretty face again. feels like it’s fate. then feels like he’s stupid.

he’s in a tight navy plain tshirt and those matching thick firefighter bottoms. arms crossed. tattoos and scars down them. dog tag around his neck. metal toed boots on that give him height.

you coming onto him would be fun but i don’t believe in women doing that so really it’s you doe eyed asking him questions about his job, bothering him, asking for a tour of the fire truck and the whole time he’s looking around bored like he’d rather be anywhere but here, telling you not to touch stuff and trying not to flush when you gasp when he tells you how much he can bench.

“we gotta carry people and parts of buildings off people. the hoses are heavy too.”

that makes you think about his dick. he’s blushing at you staring at him open mouthed.

“wow. that’s like… six of me you can carry.”

bakugou looking at you up and down. just like you wanted him too. he’s got a gold tooth, that you ask him about, he was too embarrassed to tell you. he slammed his face on a pole, there was smoke and he couldn’t see his way! forces himself not to stare at your ass as you climb in the truck.

again he’s all blushy because you’re listening hard and he hates the fact he hasn’t asked you any questions yet. you’re looking at all the buttons, the water supply, the spare helmets.

“and… you work with books right?”

that has you blinking at him. still has his arms folded, still a foot taller than you. gorgeous man. stupidly gorgeous with fluffy blonde hair, little gold hoop earrings and three rings on. two on his right and one on his left.

if he has a girlfriend you’re going to strangle yourself with the hose. or maybe you can be a homewrecker?

“publishing, yes,” you laugh, “i work in the romance department.”

the truck feels tight with only you two in here. he points to one of the spare fireman jackets.

“you can try one on. we let the kids try.”

despite the fact that a very handsome man is showing you around, this is all very exciting. you’ve never been in a fire station or truck before.

“you work with kids?”

you think you love the man.

he hums, “sometimes. usually i make the guys do it.”

then he grunts to himself, how has the topic come back to him.

“so… you like romance books then?”

you shove on the jacket. bakugou feels winded once he realises you’re wearing his. his name is on the breast. then again, he’d tell you to wear another if you picked up someone else’s.

“love them. and before you say anything, they’re the best selling genre in the world. romance books teach people empathy and honesty!”

“hah?” he frowns, “i wasn’t gonna say shit. i don’t read them but i get the appeal.”

you feel like you’re in one right now. you want to put your arm on his pectoral and say, “you do?” but you don’t do that, instead you point at a large red button.

“what’s that for?”

“the sirens and lights. that one is just the lights though, you can press that.” he steps in close to you now and he feels all over the place when he can just smell himself. you’re still in his oversized jacket that’s drowning you.

if you have a boyfriend he’s gonna ask kirishima to run over his foot with the truck. then he’d run over your boyfriend.

“do you read?”

“do you like your job?”

you both ask at the same time.

bakugou shakes his head, “fuck sorry, what d’you say?”

you didn’t think he’d be so… shy? since you’re so close, he can barely make eye contact with you. mumbling stuff you can’t make out under his breath. he smells sweet, like caramel and mixed with the smokiness of the truck, it’s enough to make your mouth water.

“i asked if you read.” you smile softly, “is this your jacket?”

you heard from the other men that his name is katsuki, but his jacket reads bakugou.

he nods sharply, “i do read. thrillers, mangas and comics.”

then he’s back frowning at you, “mangas and comics aren’t just for kids, y’know.”

you giggle, “i do know that actually. i have friends who work in that department.”

bakugou chews his bottom lip.

“d’you have a boyfriend?,” then he pauses, “or girlfriend?”

you look away from him, running your fingers over the switches, buttons and little wheels.

“no and nope.”

bakugou feels like a kid on his first day at school. can he even handle a woman like you? is he fucked before even trying?

“you like men right?”

that makes you laugh, “occasionally, yes.”

“fuck, okay. that’s good.”

you both blink at each other, you with a smirk and bakugou with apple red cheeks. he hates this shit. he wants to take you out, why is it so hard to ask?

“should we get your friends? colleagues? see where they are?” he murmurs, unable to hold your gaze for long.

your face drops, what the hell?

bakugou grunts, loudly. “sorry, i don’t… i don’t do this. i was plannin’ on never seein’ you again.”

“okay…,” you drawl, impatiently waiting for the golden question.

“i think you’re gorgeous. funny too,” he spills and you reward him with a simple eyebrow raise, “lemme have your number? so i can take you out.”

you hold out your hand for his phone.

bakugou begins patting down his pockets, then faster in panic. “fuck. fuck, i left it chargin’ in the office.”

he’s bottling it but you’re back smiling at him now, your hands in his jacket pockets.

“you’re lucky you have pretty eyes and that you save lives.” you say, pulling out your phone. “text yourself so you have my number.”

he can’t stop swearing, “fuck. yeah, i will.”

you want to see how far you can push it. you know for sure he’s interested in you. this nervousness is because he likes you so much.

“could i get one more thing from you?” you ask, as he looks up from your phone.

“yeah. anythin’.”

“i’ve never been kissed in a firetruck before.”

bakugou feels like he’s dreaming. today was supposed to be a quiet day at the station. maybe saving a cat from a tree in the evening. paperwork from yesterdays fire across town. not you from the book office he went to a few days ago, returning to him with cake for his team and now standing in his truck in his jacket.

“is that right?” he doesn’t know how to sexy talk. fuck.

you nod, biting down on your lip. bakugou stuffs your phone in your trousers pocket and you gasp at his touch. he sits his hands on your waist.

“this okay?” he asks and you nod, like you’re being exposed to something holy.

“good.” then he leans down and kisses you.

a soft press of his lips on yours, then he’s nudging open your mouth. he tastes sugar immediately, you must have had one of those cupcakes you brought over. he backs you up against the window of the truck, his palms squeezing your waist in arousal. he doesn’t mean to moan into the kiss and you don’t mean to tug him down into you with your arms around his neck.

“i wasn’t fuckin’ expectin’ this today.” he whispers when he pulls away, lightly pecking your jaw so he can catch his breath.

it’s only your first proper conversation, he cannot press his cock into you or start groping you right now. but you’re staring at him with your eyes lazed, lips swollen. you tug a tuft of his hair to look him in the eyes.

“can i…,” you palm his cock, despite his thoughts. you’re delighted to find him as excited as you are, “can i suck you off?”

bakugou whines like a desperate puppy, “n-no, you can’t.”

“why?” you moan.

he looks over you, body hot and delicious.

“i can’t let you do that. not when i haven’t done anythin’ to you.”

also the fact he's at work and anyone can walk in but that just doesn't seem as important right now.

you're taken aback. these dating apps have your standards so low.

“oh, but i want to?” you say, squeezing him softly. he jolts in your palm, resting his forehead in the window beside you.

“no baby,” you feel yourself gush. baby? you’re this sexy firefighter’s baby? “we gotta get back to the rest. another time? i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too.”

his voice is raspy with arousal and you can only picture how this man fucks. hard and rough. slow and sweet.

“oh my god,” you whisper. this is exactly like your smutty books.

you’re about to drop to your knees when there’s a knock on the truck.

“guys! we wanna have a look in the truck too!”

it’s your friends, your two colleagues you came with.

bakugou pulls off you, swiping his fingers through his hair, gazing at you up and down.

“you good?” he asks.

you’re speechless, nodding slowly.

you remember to wipe your lip when he walks over to open the door. you’re about to moan aloud when you see him adjust himself in his trousers. then in come your two friends and a firefighter. the same red-headed one before.

your friends look at you first. bakugou can tell you three are having a conversation with your eyes alone.

your friends seem to win when you release a little smile, “shut up! look at the truck and we have to get back. we only have an hour lunch.”

when you do end up giving the jacket back to katsuki, it’s as if the tables have turned. now you can barely look him in the eye when that’s all he wants to do. i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too. you could start crying, you want him so bad.

“i’ll come by, give back your, err, tupperware.” he says, swinging his jacket over his shoulder.

“okay.” you whisper.

kirishima gives you three a toothy smile, “loved havin’ you girls come by. it’s gets boring round here just us guys.”

“hope you enjoy the cupcakes.”

“and sorry for the false alarm.”

“i’ll text you,” bakugou blurts and everyone looks at you two. eyes bulging out their heads.

“you got his number?” your friend nudges you. you swat her away.

“about the tupperware. to give it back.”

“it is my tupperware—,” now you nudge back your friend.

“yes, okay. bye now. we should have been back a while ago!

you pull your friends away to walk back to work.

“yn what the hell happened?”

“he asked for my number and we made out and i asked to give him head and he said no because he wants to eat me out instead. he said next time he’s gonna fuck me and eat me out.” you ramble, barely able to believe it yourself.

“i didn’t expect him to be so freaky.”

your friends giggle and gasp. they turn to each other.

“what the fuck! if it wasn’t for you, i would have got kirishima’s number!”

“i left you alone three times to get it!”

your friend groans.

your phone vibrates.

Katsuki: I meant what I said

Katsuki: But I should take you out before I do all of that

[bfbkg]

WANNA BE ON TOP! (5k)

— bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: you’re boyfriend looks so good whenever you’re on top that it makes you shy. when are you ever shy?! you wanna sort this out asap or you ride bakugou trying to figure out which position feels best

what’s coming up: a whole load of smut this is lowkey pwp. pain v, riding, multiple positions, making out, head (f receiving), established relationship

notes: antm title. listen i can’t explain what happened to me. needs another proofread i think.

you mention this one night wrapped in katsuki’s arms about to go to sleep. you’re doing the compulsory three minute spoon until you both pull away and get comfortable at your respective sides of his bed.

this time it’s you spooning him, your leg over his hip, your arm around his waist. you rub your lips over his shoulder and sniff his hair.

“i really want to get better at being on top.” you mumble into his skin, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness around you.

katsuki shifts his head on the silk pillowcase. you told him to change fabrics to protect his hair (you really meant yours) and he listened, new ivory cases the next time you saw him.

“hah?” it’s a quiet one, not like his usual booming loud ones that hit the back of your eardrum.

“i never feel like i know what i’m doing when i’m on top and i get so shy. i am literally never shy! ever. then you just end up doing the work.” you whine, “i want to be able to be on top and do it well. make us both feel good.”

katsuki breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. you’re having a conversation with him. about sex yes, but this isn’t you offering to have sex now. despite this, the blood rushes to his cock by simply imagining you riding him to oblivion. your head thrown back as your hips grind down on him.

it is true. he’s never seen you shy in any other part of your life or relationship. usually during sex, you’re confident and excited. he’ll, you’re okay with walking around his apartment naked. but for some reason, you sitting on his cock, legs straddling his waist makes you shy in a way bakugou doesn’t understand.

after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top. 

which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.

he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.

“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach. 

he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.

bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.

his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand. 

“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”

“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”

you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”

he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”

that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.

“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”

that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”

you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”

bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.

along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.

“big and sexy?”

you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”

“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”

you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.

“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”

tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.

bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”

“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”

as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.

“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”

having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck. 

“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.

your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.

“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”

he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”

“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”

but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be. 

“maybe i shouldn’t—,”

“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”

he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.

“you do that?”

“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”

his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.

“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.

the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him to oblivion, sounds insane to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you  give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.

“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”

bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked. 

“sit on my face,” he orders.

“no! treat this seriously.”

“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”

he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.

it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.

his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.

“we could sixty nine?”

he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“we’re focusin’ on you.”

“says the one begging to eat me out.”

katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.

his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”

before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.

katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways. 

but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are. 

like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help. 

“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can. 

“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.

you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”

since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.

you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.

“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.

you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath. 

“how are you so good at that?”

bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”

after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip. 

“you wanna take another second?”

“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”

you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him. 

katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.

“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”

you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”

you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.

“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”

you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”

bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”

“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.

he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.

“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.

“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head. 

you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.

the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.

 “s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.

“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”

you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all. 

“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”

“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”

“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.

it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving for him like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.

“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”

bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.

“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”

“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”

“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what you usually do once you give up.

“no, no, let me try something else.”

without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.

you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs. 

bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”

that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.

“i am?” 

he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving. 

“yeah, baby. feels a like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. 

you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock. 

“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.

you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to drive him insane. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.

you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.

“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”

“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?

bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”

you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breathes of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.

“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.

katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.

“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”

bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.

jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.

“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’re insane. “fuck, holy shit.”

“you came.” 

delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.

he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”

but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.

“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.

you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good. 

bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.

you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.

“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”

you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit. 

“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”

you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.

“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive. 

bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”

you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”

he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.

“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”

it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.

“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”

“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.

these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.

he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.

you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”

you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.

you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.

“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”

you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.

“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”

bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”

“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”

“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”

bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”

“i’m sore too!”

bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.

“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.

you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.

“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”

your eyes light up, “really?”

“you’re goddamn insatiable.”

“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.” 

he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.

you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”

you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.

“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”

there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.

you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”

if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.

but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.

“yeah, ‘course i can. anythin’ f’you.”

[xoxopinkfreak]

tamsy and enjin at the SAME DAMN TIME

[solarstranger]

“and then i’m gonna go to the mall in a bit,” you finish, looking up from your laptop just in time to see bakugou walk towards your desk with a cup of coffee in hand, eyebrow raised in question.

“i’m gonna buy my friend her gifts,” you explain when he doesn’t say anything, opting to stand idly across from you instead. “you know, the one who’s graduating tomorrow?”

“yeah, i know the one,” he nods curtly, then: “you don’t want me to come with you?”

you hesitate for a moment before opening your mouth to say something, although by the time that you do, it’s already too late—bakugou has already gotten the message.

“i get it,” he nods again, toying with the little dynamight plushie you have by your calendar. “you want your alone time.”

“it’s not that,” you start, half-lying, “i’m gonna go to some make-up stores and you’re gonna get bored.”

“i don’t get bored looking at you try stuff,” he corrects you without missing a beat, before taking a cautious sip of his beverage. “besides, you like having me around while you shop, remember? i scare away the sales ladies so that you get to browse in peace.”

“yeah, well—”

“it’s okay, dumbass,” bakugou huffs, the way he always does when he’s getting a bit exasperated. “you don’t have to pretend or some shit.”

“i’m not pretending,” you attest stubbornly, and when he only tosses you a knowing look: “ish.”

at that, bakugou snorts, reaching over to snap your laptop closed. you look up at him, your face contorted in a way that says, ‘what gives?’

the ash-blonde only shakes his head, before rounding your table and taking you by the wrist. you begrudgingly let yourself be pulled by him and into your living room, where he plops you down in your two-seater couch right next to him.

“talk,” he commands as soon as you’re face to face.

you frown. “i don’t have anything i want to say.”

“you look like you’re gonna implode,” bakugou retorts, leaning over to place his mug on the coffee table. “your therapy appointment’s not until tomorrow.”

“don’t remind me,” you grumble.

“well, someone’s got to,” he sighs, “or else you’re just gonna keep thinking until you’re gonna go crazy.”

“too late,” you quip, wringing your hands together, “i think i already have.”

“is it the graduation season?” bakugou asks instead, tone careful. you blanch at the inquiry, although you manage to school your expression quickly enough not to give yourself away.

and when you don’t say anything: “because if it is, then you’ve got to tell me. so that i can counter whatever bullshit your brain’s telling you.”

“it’s not that,” you shake your head, gaze downcast, “well—i mean, it kinda is. but it’s not the whole thing.”

“then, tell me the whole thing.”

“i’m tired, katsuki.”

“then talk to me tired. you don’t have to enunciate or make your voice loud or some shit,” he counters, and as if to further drive home his point, scoots over until your thighs and shoulders are touching before taking your hand in his and placing it on his lap.

“there,” he declares, satisfied, “now, talk.”

you sigh, letting him play with your hand. “what do you want me to talk about?”

“whatever you want. for example, how you feel about seeing your friends graduate.”

“i’m happy for them,” you immediately answer.

“but?”

you turn your head to look at him, frowning. “does there have to be a ‘but’?”

“no,” he responds calmly, massaging your palm, “but i can tell there’s something else.”

“what, like me being envious of them?”

bakugou grunts. “your words, not mine.”

“i’m not envious,” you retort defensively, angry that he’s wielding your words against you, although that anger quickly dissipates into exhaustion. “at least, i think i’m way past that.”

“where are you, then? if not at that point?”

“i don’t know,” you say lowly, shrugging lightly. “i guess i’ve stopped dreaming about what it’s like to finish my degree.”

you pause for a second, letting that sink in.

then, you bump your shoulder with his. “you’re disappointed, aren’t you?”

at that, bakugou whips to look at you, offense etched all across his sharp features. “hah?”

you lean back, chuckling dryly at your wisecrack. “you’re disappointed your girlfriend might be a dropout forever.”

“oh, fuck off, y/n.”

that makes you bark out a laugh, while bakugou’s scowl only deepens.

“stop it,” he demands when you don’t stop laughing, quaking in your mirth. “i said stop it, y/n.”

“i know, i know,” you cackle, “i’m sorry.”

“you’ve gotta stop talking shit about yourself like that,” he gripes when you finally manage to put a lid on your laughter, muscled arms crossed petulantly in front of his broad chest.

“i’m not,” you argue, smiling. “i’m just telling the truth.”

“yeah, well, fuck that,” he spews, shooting you a dirty look. “my girlfriend’s the smartest woman i know, so it doesn’t fucking matter if she finishes college or not.”

“why, thank you,” you laugh again, “although your insulting tone kinda juxtaposes the very nature of your statement.”

“and you’re just further proving my statement by using fancy words such as juxtaposition,” he rebuts, side-eye viciously unrelenting.

“you’re serious, though?” you find yourself asking after the air falls into a lull, with neither of you uttering a word.

bakugou glances at you, still frowning. “serious about what?”

“that you think i’m the smartest woman you know.”

“not only the smartest woman, idiot,” he huffs again, shaking his head. “smartest person.”

“okay, now you’re just gassing me up.”

“i’m just telling the truth,” he shrugs, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “and you better fucking believe it.”

“i honestly don’t think i can,” you say truthfully, before flashing him a shy smile anyway. “but i’ll try.”

“you better,” he spits aggressively, before, muttering under his breath so softly you barely miss it: “…the fucking prettiest, too.”

a/n. i wrote this a little under a year ago back when i was so mentally ill and have completely given up hope in finishing uni. well, life’s weird and i'm going back to finish my senior year in 3 days, and it's just funny to me. i'm still severely ill, but it seems like i'm all set to keep on attending school for the time being. (at least, until it kills me) (for real this time) (1.0k)

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[addictofsupernatural]

Firsts with : Katsuki Bakugo

First Time Talking

You shot your head up when you heard your name being called. Aizawa was pairing up people for a training exercise. "...and Bakugo."

You quietly walked next to him and remained silent as Aizawa called the next pairs. You didn't even say hi to him. Bakugo figured you just lacked manners, and really so did he at times, so he didn't think too much about it.

In all honestly you were socially awkward. Really socially awkward. You overthought everything, and assumed the worse about what people think of you. You didn't know whether you should say hi or not. You hadn't gotten him angry before like Midoyiya somehow, but you've never talked to him before either. What if you say that wrong thing and he just doesn't like you from now on? That would be awkward. If he speaks, you'll just answer him. All you have to do is be normal. Be normal–

"Hey—"

"Hi!" You yelled. You turned and winced at his confused and taken aback state. You cleared your throat. "Sorry, go ahead."

"We're starting."

You breathed a small sigh and smiled. "Oh, okay."

You didn't have to think about whether you were saying the right thing, not when you were fighting. It's okay to stand out when you're being a hero.

"Oi, Jitters, why are you smiling like that?"

You were Jitters. Considering others were Dunce Face and Shitty Hair, Jitters wasn't too back. "No reason. Don't mind me. I'm weird."

He made a noise in response, and you two stepped in the training area and started.

First Conversation

You were all working out to build endurance this class, and for some reason Bakugo kept looking back to you. You shouldn't be working out like that, you should be focusing on your arms. He didn't know why it was bugging him, but it was.

He stomped over to you, causing you to sit up. "Hi Baku—"

"Stop it."

"What?" Your voice shrank.

"I said stop it Jitters! You're doing exercise that's useless when you should be focusing on your arms! It's your weakest part and you keep neglecting them like a dumbass!"

"Oh." You deadpanned. "Um, thank you."

He scoffed and stomped back. You couldn't help but smile. He was being nice to you. Even if he was being rude about it, it was genuine. It was time to stop second-guessing yourself and make a friend, and you thought Bakugo would do very nicely.

You wrung your hands together as you smiled, sitting down next to Bakugo on the bench. "Hi Bakugo." He looked at you questioningly and nodded. "Uh, thank you for earlier!"

"You already thanked me." He glared at you in a confused manner.

"Yeah, well, I uh, I guess I thought I should start off with that before starting a conversation, which is kinda hard for me to do." You nervously chuckled and your cheeks became hot.

"Well then, spit it out." He grumbled.

"Can we be friends?" You did your best to keep up your smile.

He straighted up a bit. "What?"

"I wanna be friends with you."

He glared right into your eyes. "The hell kind of a joke is this?"

You pouted. "It's not a joke."

He scoffed. "Why me?"

You looked down in response, nervously laughing. "Well, it's not a secret that I'm really awkward. Everyone knows it, and I don't really have any friends because of it. I keep thinking that people are talking to me out of pity. But you wouldn't pity me. You don't hold back on anybody for anything, and I like that."

He just stared at you, and you began shaking your leg out of nervousness. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe he didn't want to be friends. Negative thoughts swirled in your head and you wrung your hands even harder.

"Fuck Jitters, do you always get this damn nervous when you talk to people?" You looked at him and nodded. He sighed frustratingly. "You won't enjoy being around me. I'm not soft and shit."

"Sure I will!" You quickly said. Your face felt heated from your outburst. You took a breath. "Y'know, in the future when you become the number one hero, I'll get to brag about being friends with you to my employees at my own agency."

You giggled as he stared at you. Nobody's ever told him he's going to be the number one hero, not with that certainty. Only he would tell people that himself. He looked away; your smile made the compliment too much. He didn't know how to handle it.

He looked straight ahead. "Your own agency?"

"Yeah, that's the plan. Maybe if it doesn't work out you can take pity on me and let me have my own little section in your building."

He gave you a tch and smirked. "Who knows if there'll be any room left for you. I'm a huge damn hero."

You laughed. "Well, what's our building gonna look like?"

"Our?" He gave you a shit eating grin.

You gasped with a grin. "Yes our! We're friends now so we gotta share. You get to make all the big decisions though since you're the big star. So, are we thinking ultra modern style with lots of windows, or more urban?"

"First of all, if it's gonna be my damn building, there's gonna be..."

First Hand Holding

"I don't give a fuck Jitters, you're not leaving me to deal with Shitty Hair and Dunce Face by myself!"

"But what if Kaminari doesn't like me?"

You wrung your hands together. Bakugo told you to come study with them, but you were nervous. You had already met and warmed up to Kirishima, but you didn't know if Kaminari would be okay with you.

"Just work on Shitty Hair then! You won't even have to talk to the other one." He glared at your pout.

"But what if he thinks I don't like him because I didn't talk to him?"

"Then say hi or something." You let out a small sigh and tightened the grip on your hands. Bakugo scoffed and yanked your hands apart. "Stop it, you're making your hands red."

"I'm nervous!"

He then glanced at your hands again, which were now in his own. "Do you hurt yourself when you do this?"

"It stings a little, but that's it." You quietly said. "I don't know what else to do. I get squirmy when I overthink, this kinda helps."

"Don't. You don't have to overthink when I'm going to be there with you." You have him a questioning look. "You said I was your friend right?! I mean that you shouldn't be nervous when you have a friend!"

Bakugo didn't have friends that needed his help. None of them were really emotional, just kind of dumb and didn't think at all sometimes. You thought about too much all the time. What did you want him to do?

He was kind of new and having any friends, so how was he supposed to help them?

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Thank you Baku, you're a really awesome friend."

He dropped your hands and scoffed. It felt pretty good to be complimented like that. "Course I am, I'm the best at everything."

First Time Protecting

You were at the pool with everyone on a day off. Bakugo had yelled at you for not wanting to go, saying that he didn't want to be stuck with everyone in the heat while you were relaxing in the dorms.

So there you were, talking to Bakugo in the pool while he was grumpily sitting with his feet in the water. Kirishima had to keep Kaminari occupied while this happened; Bakugo was already on edge because of the heat, and Kaminari flirting with you might set him off.

What nobody knew was that Mineta was underwater, looking at all the girls to see who to pounce on. He settled onto you, and swam very sneakily to you, undoing your strings for both your top and bottom.

He swam back up across the pool from you and called out, "Y/l/n-chan!" Everyone turned to look at you two. "Can you get out of the pool for a second?"

As you confusingly got up your top fell off, causing you to shoot back down and everybody look at you in silence. Bakugo sprung into action, muttering curses as he got a towel and came back. He saw that everyone was still staring.

"Look away!" He barked. Everyone turned around as he tightly wrapped the towel around you as he nodded for you to get out. "Mineta, you damn grape bastard!"

"Just go bro, we've got him." Kirishima said. The Bakusquad gave him a thumbs up as Sero had Mineta tied up with tape.

Your face was heated the whole walk back together as you walked in silence, head down the whole time. Bakugo didn't know what to say. He saw everything, and you knew he saw everything. How do you even begin to apologize for that?

"Thank you." You squeaked. He looked at you and saw that your eyes were watery. You were at your door.

He gave you a tch. "Take a shower. By the time you get out I'll have beaten that damn extra up and have taken a shower myself, since you always take so damn long. Then we'll eat lunch, cause I'm starving."

You blinked before grinning and nodding, happily going into your room as you thought about the wonderful friend you had.

First Hug

Bakugo was tired. He had just fought Midoyiya, got punished for it, and even cried in front of All Might. He was exhausted.

He had to clean the dorms tomorrow, so he figured he should go to sleep quickly to have a fresh start. What he didn't expect was you sitting on the floor against his door, head in lap. "What the hell are you doing?"

You shot your head up, giving him a smile. "You're back!"

You held your hand out, and for some reason he grabbed it and hoisted you up without thinking. Once he did it he was wondering why he did it. "Answer my question."

"I saw you leaving with Midoyiya and I wanted to wait for you."

He glared away from you and shoved his hands into his pockets. "People need to stop making a big deal out of everything that happens to me."

His eyes were puffy, and you stared at them. "A lot's happened."

He gritted his teeth. "Yeah, so?"

"So, a lot's happened to you. If it were someone else, some events would be weighing down on their shoulders."

"I'm not like other people!" He barked. "I can handle anything!"

You took a step further. "I know you can. Just like I knew you would come back home, with or without help."

You wrapped your arms around him, the sugary scent of his quirk lingering on his clothes. You were so much warmer than him from him being outside. And there was your beautiful smelling hair, and how you fit perfectly against him somehow. It was all so inviting.

"I don't need to be comforted."

"You don't. The hug is for me."

He knew that was bullshit, but it felt good that you were doing the best you could in this situation. You stayed up for him, you said all the right things, you were so soft and warm. It was impossible not to hug back.

It was also impossible to not look at you in a new way, a way that made him imagine things about you. Imagine another way you could be a part of his life.

First Time Being Jealous

Of all the times someone would flirt with you, it had to be when Bakugo just started realizing his massive crush on you. And of course it had to be from the most annoying extra ever, Monoma.

He pulled you aside when lunch started, and Bakugo could see from the side that you were blushing. Why? What could he even be saying to make you that happy?

You walked over to the table with a big smile over your face. "You missed getting lunch." Bakugo grumbled.

"It's okay, I think it was worth it." You let out a giggle. Your adorable giggle, wasted on you thinking about that extra.

"Don't throw yourself at him, it's annoying to watch." The whole table became quiet as you dropped your smile.

Your voice became weak. "I wasn't—"

"Get over yourself! It's pathetic to watch you fall to your knees when anybody gives you any attention!" He snapped.

Your face changed, and he knew he screwed up. You got up and left without a word. Sero, Kaminari, and Mina all followed after you immediately.

"Bro," Kirishima said. "You went too far." Bakugo gave a tch and looked away. He got up and nodded for Bakugo to do the same. "Let's apologize."

"What?!"

"This isn't manly bro, and you need to do it before she won't forgive you." He angrily got up and shoved his hands in his pockets. They both get looked for you, but stopped when they saw you in the hall with the others. "What are you waiti—"

Bakugo punched his friend in the arm and gave him a Shh! to listen in. "He's just in a bad mood, he'll say whatever without thinking."

"He called me pathetic and slutty."

"He didn't use that word."

"But it's what he meant."

There was a pain in Bakugo's chest. He didn't mean it at all. He would never think that way about you, ever. He really went too far this time. "He says all kinds of things to all of us, it doesn't mean that he actually means what he says."

Deep in his mind he silently thanked Kaminari for that. "He's never lied to me before, not about serious things like that." And just like that his heart sank again.

"Maybe if you talked it over you can see that he didn't mean it." Mina offered.

Sero scoffed. "I would wait for an apology." Kaminari elbowed his side.

"But he won't," you said. "Not on his own. Kirishima would probably push him to do it, and that doesn't count. It just means that he did it cause he has to, not because he wants to."

The bell rang and everyone went back to class. You usually walked back to the dorms with Bakugo and the others, but you told the rest of the squad that you'd rather walk alone today. Everyone was quiet while walking with Bakugo. Sero was about to speak. "Y'know—"

"I know!" And that was the only thing said.

After the sun went down and you were relaxing in your room, you heard a knock at the door and saw a paper slide underneath. You got on your knees at picked it up, reading it.

Sorry. I didn't mean what I said about you. Monoma's an asshole. Don't date him.

You couldn't help the smile that crept up on you. You heard rustling outside, and then, "Bakubro, why are you on the floor?"

"Mind your damn business raccoon eyes!"

You blushed and stifled in a laugh. You opened the door and saw him sitting on the floor against the wall. You closed your door and sat down next to him.

"This means a lot." You motioned to the note.

"You shouldn't give him attention. He's just doing it to brag." He looked straight ahead.

You looked at him and smiled. "You should work on your wording when you're trying to say certain things. You were being nice, but in a really mean way." He was glad you understood his intention now. "And I'm sorry if I made a fool out of myself. I'm just not used to having someone treat me like that."

He scoffed and turned away from you. "Your friends are enough. You're important to them, and they all treat you good."

You smiled and hugged his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, they all do. And besides, you're the only dramatic person I can have in my life."

He awkwardly put his head over yours, and you tucked in your legs to snuggle in more.

First Sleep Over

You had been weird all day. Different, a little down. Bakugo didn't know what it was, but it made him frustrated not being able to know why you were being like this. What's worse is that he didn't know how to ask you about it.

Once the sun went down and you said that you were going to sleep early, Bakugo followed you and grabbed your shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"

You awkwardly kept nodding. "Um, yeah, yeah... No."

"Hah?"

"Um, it's my birthday." You scrunched up your nose as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I've never really had somebody to celebrate it with, so I don't tell people. I just feel weird about it now. I don't know if anybody would want to celebrate with me. It's not like it's an important thing to celebrate, and I feel like people will feel like they have to do something out of obligation."

He quickly hardened his face. "Stop degrading yourself." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Look, I know it's late but if you want something maybe we can go get it if we hurry."

You grinned and went right into a hug. You then rushed right back out of it with the same smile. "Sorry. And thank you! I um, I just don't really want to be alone, if that's okay."

"You need to be more specific idiot."

You nervously laughed. "Right, sorry. Is it okay if I um, sleep over? At your room, I mean. I really don't want to end the day alone. And your room is really cozy."

He stared at you for a few seconds before quietly saying, "Sure, whatever. If that's what you want."

You grinned and giggled out of joy. "Okay, wait outside I'm gonna get my pajamas on." You ran to your room and quickly put on cozy button up long sleeves and shorts.

He stared at them when you walked carefully together, not wanting to get caught and have people think the wrong idea. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What? I like it. Once I become a hero I might become a trend setter."

He scoffed and smirked. "Not with those clothes." You chuckled and walked in comfortable silence. He wasn't only referring to the weird combination of clothing, but mainly the shorts. They were tiny. Were they supposed to be that short?

Luckily for the both of you Bakugo was already roaming the house in a tank top and sweats, so he didn't have to change. You watched him open the door and immediately put a pillow and blanket on the ground.

"Wait, I don't want you to sleep on the ground because of me." You gently grabbed his arm. "Let's just both sleep on the bed."

"What?!"

"It's fine. We've hugged before. It's like that, but long and unconscious."

He raised an eyebrow and stared at you. "Who looks at sleep like that?"

You grinned. "Smart people. That's why I know you won't mind."

There you go, subtly complimenting him again. It felt so warming to hear compliments from you. It was almost too much to handle. "Fine, I guess. What do you want to do?"

"Is it okay if we watched a movie? I know you go to bed around 8."

"I can sleep whenever I want y/n!" You couldn't help but smile. He called you by your name. You felt good, warm in your chest and cheeks.

"Okay then." You got comfy on his bed and patted the bed next to you for him to join you. He took out his laptop and you settled on a romance movie. He grumbled but didn't argue about it. You got comfy at his side and lazily slung your arm around his stomach.

"Hey."

Your eyes didn't leave the screen. "Hm?"

"Happy Birthday."

You didn't think as you scooted up and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. You smiled and returned to your spot with a flushed face. "Thank you Katsuki."

Bakugo wanted so badly to talk about what just happened right now. For some closure. But it's your birthday. If you didn't feel the came way, it would ruin your birthday.

He just awkwardly put his hand on your arm to hug you. Soon he heard your even breaths and looked down to see you sleeping.

He positioned you so that you were laying down, then closed his laptop and put it on the floor to lay down himself. He put the blanket over the both of you and debated whether or not to put his arm over you. He decided against it and fell asleep facing you.

First Kiss

You were in your room all day. It was a Saturday, and yet you weren't anywhere to be seen. Bakugo had texted you, and you said that you were busy with homework. You never passed on an opportunity to do homework together.

You heard a booming knock on the door in the afternoon and jumped, already knowing who it was. You opened your door a crack wide and Bakugo pushed his way through. "Hey Bakugo."

He looked around and saw that you were doing all homework in advance that were due no time soon. You were avoiding everyone and trying to keep yourself occupied. "Why haven't you come out of this damn room?"

You mustered up a smile. "I'm busy."

"No you're not. Why are you avoiding everyone?"

"I'm not."

"You're a shitty liar!"

You pouted and sat on your bed. "I'll be better tomorrow. I just need some time to get thoughts out of my head."

"What thoughts?!"

"Thoughts about liking you!" You yelled back. His glared dropped. "I realized that I have a crush on you! I can't get you out my head and I just keep wanting to hug and kiss you and I know you wouldn't ever like me back which is fine cause you can't force somebody to feel some type of way but that doesn't mean that it doesn't suck! I know you're out of my league, and I know you don't feel the same way, and now that you know things are gonna be weird. I screwed up our friendship!"

You flopped down and pulled the blanket over your head to save yourself any more embarrassment. He stared at your hidden figure for a second before returning back to normal and yanking the blanket off of you.

"Hey!"

"Don't hide from me!" Your eyes looked too sad, it was almost unbearable. But Bakugo had to do this right. "Sit up."

You did as told. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." He motioned for you to scoot over, and you did so as he sat on the bed. "Is that why you were avoiding me today?"

"Yeah, I figured if I don't see you for the weekend, then maybe my feelings would go away."

"Things don't work that way dumbass."

You shrugged. "It was worth a try."

You started wringing your hands together, and he grabbed your wrists, separating your hands apart. "What did I say about doing that?"

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be." You gave him a tiny smile, and he just wanted to smother you in a hug. He didn't, and just stared at you. Your face was getting redder from the attention, and you assumed that he was trying to think of how to let you down easy. "Did you even consider that I would feel the same way?"

You blanked. "What—"

He rushed forward and smashed his lips onto yours. Damn it. He knew it was too fast, too hard, too rushed. But he felt you smile and quickly reciprocate the kiss. He awkwardly had his hands on your waist while you gently put one hand on his cheek and the other on his shoulder. You were so passionate, so sweet.

You pulled back to get some breath and scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were grinning. "Was that your first kiss?"

He hugged your waist and grumbled, "What makes you say that?"

You giggled at his grumpy face. "Yeah, it was mine too."

He smirked and pulled you into a hug, bringing your chest against his. "How do you know it was me who did bad? Maybe you're the shitty kisser."

You let out a perfect laugh and rubbed his cheek with your thumb. "Okay, first, I never said anything bad about the kiss, and second, you're really gonna say that to me when you just jumped my face."

"Shut up!" You laughed again, bringing back your lips to his before moving and kissing his cheek, then jaw, putting your head on his shoulder afterwards. He squeezed your arm to have you look up. "Hey."

"Hm?"

"Your mine now."

You grinned and nodded. "Am I supposed to expect a date then?"

"I'm your boyfriend now aren't I?" He grumbled. You excitedly nodded and brought your lips back to his.

First Date

"Can't you tell me? Please?" You hugged him from the side and clung to his chest. You pulled him back to sit next to you on the couch in the lounge.

"What do you need to know for?" He crossed his arms but didn't move.

"So I know how to dress! What if I underdress for our date tomorrow?"

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"It means I'm gonna look out of place."

He scoffed. "You won't. Just wear whatever you like."

You sprung up and tugged on his arm. He let you hold his hand as you silently led him to your room. When you both went inside you closed the door and sat down on the bed with a smile. "You dress me."

"Hah?"

"I want to wear what you'll like. So you pick out my outfit tomorrow."

He stared at you for a second, but silently went to the closet and looked through your clothes. He saw that shirt you have that looks perfect on you. He then got your comfy jeans, the ones you always loved to wear. He laid them on your bed.

"There." You grinned and was about to thank him when he grabbed your jaw and passionately kissed you. By the time he pulled away you were out of breath. "Go to sleep. I don't want to go on a date with a zombie tomorrow."

"You too. I don't wanna go on a date with a grumpy boyfriend tomorrow." He smirked and tapped below your chin, leaving to go to sleep.

The next day you got ready and waited for Bakugo to knock. When he did his hands were stuffed into his pockets and he nodded for you to follow him. You noticed that he kept glancing to you, but you figured he was just nervous. Once you two were out of the campus, he nudged you. "You can link your arm with mine, or something."

"Hm?"

He looked the other way. "If you want. You like that crap in the movies you watch."

You giggled and linked your arm with his, hugging it. "Wow, you and romance tropes. My two favorite things."

He smirked. "Keh. In that order?"

You pecked his cheek and put your head on his arm. "I think you already know that answer."

You both walked in comfortable silence for a bit until Bakugo pulled his arm from you and covered your eyes. "We're almost there."

"Why do I have to keep my eyes closed?" You smiled and grabbed on to his arm.

"Just trust me." You hummed and let him lead you into an elevator, and heard him unlock and open a door soon after. He led you inside and closed the door, uncovering your eyes afterward. It was a hotel room, with his laptop on the bed and a blanket on the floor with take out and paper plates.

"You got me an indoor picnic?"

"Yeah. I wanted privacy, and I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. Taking you to a hotel and shit."

"This is amazing." You brought your lips to his, pulling back right when Bakugo placed his hand on your cheek. "But you could've just had this in your room if you wanted, I don't want you wasting money on me."

"That's not special enough, and I wanted real privacy. I didn't waste any money. Now kiss me." He demanded, pulling your face back against his.

You pulled back once again. "But you didn't spend too much, did you? I don't want you to feel like you have to keep spending to make me happy."

"Damnit y/n, I'm doing this cause I want to, now give me a damn kiss!" You frowned and whispered out a sorry, reaching up for Bakugo to turn to the side. "Wait, shit."

You gave him a worried face. "What's wrong?" Were you being annoying? You hoped you didn't screw this date up.

"I shouldn't have raised my voice." He quietly said. "I didn't want to make you upset." He stared away from you as he muttered out, "Sorry."

You wrapped your arms around his neck with a soft smile. "It's okay. Thank you for saying that."

"Let's eat." He still wasn't looking at you.

You put your hand on his cheek for him to look at you. "Only until I kiss you."

You gave him a short but emotional kiss. It made Bakugo want to melt. You were so sweet sometimes, so patient. You led him to your little picnic and started to eat and talk together. Once you both finished you sat on the bed together and watched a movie, which you insisted be his choice.

He wrapped his arms around you without thought and brought you into his side. You were happy, but nervous. So nervous. This was perfect; you didn't want to mess this up. You already got on his nerves as it is, and if it happened again then it would definitely be your fault.

You didn't know if you would seem clingy with your hands around him, so you kept them awkwardly in your lap. Your feet were tucked in to the side and you wanted to move them but didn't want to seem squirmy.

Bakugo noticed you were stiff and twitched your arms. Your legs were awkwardly placed. Were you uncomfortable sitting like this? Bakugo reminded himself that this was his girlfriend and he could hold her if he wanted. She wasn't going to deny his affections.

He plucked up his courage and grabbed from behind your legs and snaked an arm around your waist, effortlessly picking you up and putting you in between his legs. He put his hands in your lap and hoped for the best. You relaxed against his chest and mindlessly played with his hands, tracing his fingers and slipping your own in between his.

After that you helped him pick everything up and waited patiently for him with the long checkout line. He was getting frustrated that you had to wait for so long, but you did your best to preoccupy him by asking him about the movie.

You walked back to the dorms together and when you got to your room, he turned you to face him and planted a really soft kiss on your cheek. When he pulled back he saw you grinning widely with blush heavily on your face.

He held your chin softly and breathed out a laugh and smile. "You're hopeless for me."

You held onto his wrist. "I'm hopeless for you."

He let go and you turned to open the door. Before you went inside he grabbed your wrist. "Hey," you turned around. "I'm hopeless for you too."

You let out a happy sigh. "You're amazing Katsuki. Good night."

"Night."

You closed your door, and he walked back to his room grinning. That was until he found the guys in his room, waiting to ask questions. The girls were also hidden in your room, shushing you only to squeal when Bakugo was far enough not to hear.

[karikarasuno]

bakugo’s toddler is unusually quiet somewhere in the house. so quiet bakugo panics. rushes to the play room from the kitchen in two seconds. some would assume he has a teleportation quirk the way he flies to check on his child.

what he finds is a mess. his child holding your makeup in tiny fists. lipstick, eyeliner, and liquid blush paint the wall right in front of his kid. and he’s frozen in the doorway. unsure what his next move should be. the only other person capable of stumping him like this is you.

you who will surely be upset when you come home from your errands to find the wall ruined and your makeup in complete disarray. but it’s fine. bakugo can fix this. he can replace your makeup. paint over the wall. and reprimand his chaotic toddler maybe even all before you come home. it’ll be fine.

except bakugo caves as soon as his child gives him the largest, toothiest grin. pride is etched in his baby’s tiny little face. woven into small shoulders and a rounded belly.

“look, mama pretty,” his baby says, holding up the red lipstick you’re fond of wearing. bakugo’s favorite on you. and points to the colors on the wall. he sighs, shoulders slumping forward as he picks his toddler up, swiping the makeup from a sweaty grip. resigned acceptance weighing over him.

“yup,” he says, taking in the sight before him, “mama pretty.”

and when you do come home, it’s to a napping baby, a grumpy husband, and a diy frame carefully hung on the wall to perfectly encapsulate your child’s art work.

and you can’t even be angry. not even in the slightest. and especially not when bakugo slides over his credit card wordlessly. almost ashamed.

“make sure to buy that lipstick i like,” he says gruffly, avoiding eye contact with you. “seems like the brat likes it too.”

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“never kill yourself” is such a funny phrase to me that i think it’s accidently started working. its like an affrimation. say ‘never kill yourself’ enough times as a joke and maybe you won’t try to kill yourself over minor inconviences anymore

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[serukaiz]

the concept of ryoko cutting her hair so she doesn’t have to see keisuke when she looks at herself. yes i know she most likely cut her hair for grieving purposes but think. this is just a rant mainly from her pov.

ryoko baji hated the sound of police sirens.

hated that obnoxious noise deafening all the poor souls around, the first time one of her friends in her gang made a mistake. the look on everybody’s face at the sight of the cops, the way everyone was running and things felt hazy. she vaguely remembered someone running into her in an attempt to escape. 

years later, that someone turned into an acquaintance. not noticeable enough to be a crush, but not quiet enough to be a stranger. the acquaintance became a friend, and the friend became a man— a man whom she fell in love with. a bold, agitating man, weaker than her but still brave in his own ways. not just a boyfriend, but a person she could cause havoc with, have fun with and be herself with. 

she hated the triumphant look on the cops’ faces as they seized the man she foolishly fell in love with. the idiot couldn’t run for shit. the mix of emotions that swirled in her chest; disappointment, resentment, some weird sense of guilt even though an inch of it wasn’t her fault. she never should’ve made the mistake of being so vulnerable with a coward like him. 

and whilst he was in jail, she fell sick. fell so ill that she’d vomit nearly every second day. her hormones, her mood swings, were driving her crazier than usual. 

maybe it was due to stress.

but then her periods stopped coming, and it hit her; she found out there was a life inside her, while she was just finishing up school. 

she’d never forget how much she panicked; what would her life be as a teen mom? she wanted to complete her education, wanted to have a career and a good life. how could she balance all of that with a kid at her young age, especially as a single woman?

she wasn’t planning on revealing this to anyone. not a goddamn chance. she wanted to abort it, nip it in the bud and get rid of the kid as soon as possible, but something stopped her. her own mind stopped her. she was utterly baffled.

she wanted it. she wanted to keep the baby. 

even though its father was like all the other men in her life — a total fucking disappointment — she wanted to keep that child, raise it and have someone to care for. it was weird, this urge to care for something, because ryoko had always been an independent woman. she never even wanted pets. 

as time passed, she told her siblings about it, then her old mother. all of them were supportive. her younger sister was over the moon; she’d wanted to be an aunt for a while, and the eldest warned ryoko about the many inconveniences as well as joys of having a child. she heeded everyone’s advice, but especially her own — that voice in her head telling her things could turn out fine.

and in due time, the little shit was born. 

as cliché as it sounds, november third was the best day of her life, even trumping over that time she got to kick a creepy teacher in the balls.

never before had she felt so much love in her life. such a need to want to protect and cherish the small thing in her arms, her baby boy, her son. keisuke.

the procedure wasn’t terrible. she’d rather not relive it, but seeing her own creation before her eyes, feeling the weight of her baby in her hold and watching him stop crying at her presence… it was something no amount of her favourite pastimes could live up to.

her son, she grinned. not even a full day into the world and he’s already got an attitude. she knew he was going to be exactly like her — she saw it when he glared at a doctor with those tiny eyes that already managed to pierce with annoyance. a rebellious, foolish little thing. just like his ma.

ryoko wasn’t an inherently sad person. sure, she had her rough moments, but for the most part, she loved life. keisuke had become the majority of her happiness as soon as she heard his heartbeat in her womb. she never really needed a reason to continue living since it came to her naturally, but her son managed to become that, too. she felt a little off-kilter the first time she thought about her baby possibly dying before her, the pain in her heart that felt so agonising she wanted to pass out. but the reassurance that he got a little bit of her shrewdness made things easier for her. atleast he wouldn’t end up in a prison like the moron she fell in love with.

for as long as keisuke lived, he wasn’t like his dad. whatever annoying traits he had, ryoko knew she had them too. it might’ve been a mistake conceiving with someone so similar to her, but she loved keisuke to death. wouldn’t have changed a part of him for the damn world. 

motherhood didn’t make up ryoko’s entire world. it was a huge fraction of it, and she loved it. she loved knowing she brought a total idiot into this world, loved having a kid she could talk to as much as she wanted to. it was nice having to live with someone else, for the first time ever, even though he was a pain in the ass most of the time. she wanted to believe that those specifically annoying genes came from his dad, but one look in the mirror or one call from her mother, and she knew that she really just had a more idiotic clone of herself running around.

ryoko was prepared for whatever came her way. struggles, nasty mood swings, a fucked up self image. although it hurt her heart, she knew keisuke would get himself into some dumb situation or the other. he inherited his father’s reckless stupidity, that was for sure, but keisuke didn’t have her strength for nothing. he wasn’t the only one in the household who’d been hit by a bus and still came to school without complaint.. ryoko had faith that whatever happened to him, he’d at the very least come out alive.

encounters with the police were alarmingly common with ryoko. her son was a goddamn deviant, just like she used to be, and as much as she wanted to slap him silly for being so foolish about it, it felt as though she were reliving her younger days. still didn’t change how pest-like those cops were, though. she had half a mind to begin beating all their asses when they came to her front door for the third time a week, another complaint about how keisuke was assaulting other kids again.

visits from cops became regular for ryoko. it was almost a monthly chore when keisuke was in his teens. 

but nothing could’ve prepared her for the visit three days before his fifteenth birthday, and ryoko was harshly reminded of how much she hated the sound of police officers.

and how she’d lost her reason to live.

finding out that her child’s death wasn’t a murder, but a suicide, crushed her heart impossibly harder.

her own child drove a knife through his stomach during a gang war and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do to stop it.

he was dead. keisuke was dead. her son who she gave birth to, pacified, nursed, raised, loved, was dead, because he killed himself.

and she hadn’t noticed any of the signs. 

her mind could only register the baby she spent the first several years of his life with. the little, fierce toddler with her sharp teeth and her glaring eyes.

her baby boy who used to look down at the ground in shame when she’d cry, who’d lunge at any other kid who disrespected her, who’d offer her his food and who’d bite her nonstop. the borderline rabid dummy who’d beg her to keep a whole damn zoo in the house.

the baby boy who grew up into a teen adored by everyone around him. her house became the favorite in the neighbourhood, because her son would help out all the grannies and feed the pets and very rarely teach the kids how to fight. his social circle expanded so quickly it gave her whiplash— she knew he got that trait from her, and she never stopped being proud of it for a moment. even as he grew up, he never stopped loving her. he rebelled, like they all do, but he’d still bring her gifts, still pack up any delicacies he thought she’d like and he’d still loved her. he still listened to her when she talked to him about all the events going on recently, still made theories with her and allowed himself to continue being the son she always knew despite getting older.

then everything came crashing down again and she couldn’t breathe with the weight of all of it really settling upon her.

he took his life. keisuke actually took his life and she’d been too much of an idiot to even entertain that thought. she’d shrugged off his strange behaviour as his regular grumpy attitude, as those mood swings she was so used to having.

she had a feeling his need to sacrifice himself for everyone else would come back to punish him one day, but she never expected something like this. 

she never expected another person’s death to kill her to the point she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror because all she could see was her son staring back at her.

the bitterness she felt was nauseating. just like his father, he was another moronic man who altered ryoko’s life and left her heart empty. 

except this time, he was a moronic son who made her feel a loss so deep she had to cut her hair because he inherited that from her too.

[dailyhoshina]

⚔️ Day 14 | This panel of him reminds me of the meme XD

[justwinginglife]

No, but like, marriage is scary because what if they:

-aren't funny like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't supportive like Soshiro Hoshina

-don't look good in a compression shirt like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't loyal like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't verbally affirming like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't ambitious like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't good with kids like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't both adorable and sexy like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't attentive like Soshiro Hoshina

-aren't Soshiro Hoshina

[bayleavesfromthevine]

some things cannot be unseen

[deathberi]

SOSHIRO HOSHINA | kaiju no. 8