Totally In Love (Bakugo X Fem! Reader Fluff)

Totally In Love (Bakugo x Fem! Reader Fluff)

A/N: i doubt this page is going to go anywhere, but i really like writing these so i’ll update as much as i can

Most of his class, perhaps even most of Japan, was aware that Bakugo Katsuki was no one to be messed with.

Not in a sense of others fearing him, though that may be one of the things, the other was that they just never wanted to get away with somebody with such a moody aurora.

He was quite aware of this, he wasn’t blind, and as much as he boasted about this to others, a sliver of him wished that somebody, anybody, could pick up on just how alone it made him.

For most of his life, he was somebody who never relied on the help and thoughts of others, which may be part of why he was so desperate for it now.

However, a lot of that seemed to change the moment you two met.

It wasn’t a hidden fact to anybody in your class that you always tended to be on the more quiet and reserved side, even when around close friends, so it was a rather big shock, as well as a mystery, to how you and Bakugo became such close friends.

To most of the class, it seemed like a very uneven relationship; he was always so loud and obnoxious, which you looked to turn a blind eye to things like that.

Yet the more you two grew closer, the fewer people seemed to questions it.

It was just the two of you worked. Nothing more and nothing less.

Not only was Bakugo’s temper seeming to cool down after a while, but you also came out of your shell more often.

Students would often find you hidden in his room, talking about endless topics, or conversing in the common room lounging areas, which is mainly where you two were found.

“Yo,” He felt a flick on his forehead, his gaze casting downward, looking at you as you spoke, “You good?”

He nodded slowly, not looking at you directly, instead choosing to look at his fingers, cracking his knuckles before he spoke.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He let out a sigh before he stretched his arms over his head, opening his mouth to yawn.

The area, luckily, was completely empty, for a Saturday night. Most students were with their friends or just in their own rooms, choosing to relax rather than tire their tired selves out.

“You sure?” He nodded again, shaking his feet as he got ready to leave.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me.” He gave a smile to assure you everything was fine, but you could tell easily just how fake it was.

“Katsu, somethings up. Come on, I’ve known you for almost two years, you think I can’t read you?” You raised an eyebrow towards his direction and he didn’t comment, “Somethings up.” He went to stand, but you gently held his wrist, silently asking him to stay.

You watched as he rubbed the back of his head, his gaze flickering to the ground, chairs, counter, table, to anything other than you.

“It’s,” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his pals, taking in another deep breath, “I don’t know what to do  anymore.” He slumped against the couch cushion with those final words, and you carefully went down to sit next to him, seeing what he was comfortable with at the moment.

“What do you mean? What’s on your mind?” He tilted his head back for a second before bringing it back to its’ original position, and you didn’t miss the way his finger was ever so close to yours, to heat radiation off his skin onto yours.

“You, (Y/n), you’re on my mind.” He admitted quietly, closing his eyes as he flushed, but you didn’t seem to get the meaning.

“Why?” You thought before understanding, (not really), what he was talking about, “Oh, it’s that baking night, isn’t it? Listen I know it was a bit a stretch bit I thought you liked-” He cut you off by shaking his hands.

“No, no,” He bumped his knee against yours, a sign to show you he was truly being honest, “That night was fun. Thought next time I’d rather do it without baking to cookies on half-and-halfs’ arms.” You laughed, shoving him lightly as you eased your back down, your bodies a mere centimeters apart.

“It was a fun experiment, Katsu,” You chuckled, snorting at the thought of Todoroki’s horrified expression when sprung the idea on him, “If you want, next time I’ll get popcorn kernels and see if they pop with your quirk.” You heard him give a small chuckle to that.

“We can try that tonight if you want. I think I saw some popcorn bags in the pantry,” He offered and you thought about it before poking his side, reminding him that it wasn’t time to change the subject.

“We can do that, but first, if you feel like it, tell me what’s going on. I don’t like seeing you so grumpy.” You knew that it wasn’t always right to push people to tell you things, but most of the time with Bakugo, it seemed to help ease his mind.

“I just,” He looked over to you for the first time that night, properly, and the initial shock he always felt when he saw just how beautiful you are hit him square in the face, “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you.”

“I wanted to thank you for being my friend all this time. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with,” You scoffed playfully at that, and he shoved your elbow, “But I just wanted to thank you for not leaving all this time.” He saw you open your mouth to say something but he cut you off,

“And I guess you’re right, something’s been off these past few weeks,” He stopped, thinking his words over in his before he gave up and sputtered them out,

“(Y/n), I think I’m falling in love with, I-I’ve been falling in love with you, actually, and I’m so fucking terrified of what to do.”

Your breath lodged its way in your throat, and you had to crack a finger to remind yourself not to choke.

His sentence played again and again until it was the only thing you could hear, his lingering touch the only thing you could feel, his soft scent wrapping itself around you until it was the only thing you could smell.

You spared a glance his way only to see his eyes looking at you, broken and hollow, small traces of tears marked on his cheeks.

You knew the moment you met him he was a hurting person, and maybe that’s why it felt so easy to be with him.

The two of you were opposite halves of the same whole, and you had realized that long before he muttered those words.

“I don’t want to push you or manipulate or force you to feel a certain way, (Y/n), I just wanted to tell you how I felt,” You heard him let out a shaky breath, “And you can stop seeing me if you feel uneasy or whatever, I’ll understand, I’m so sorry if I ruined anything. He couldn’t stop the spew of words the fell from his mouth, the fear of losing you growing more when he realized just how much he messed up.

He wanted to say more but your fingers gingerly wrapped around his, your legs resting against his own.

He looked up quickly, only to find you giving him a fracture of a small, loving smile, a blush spreading across your nose and cheeks.

"Katsuki, I love you. I love you so so much. I loved you the moment you let me sleep in your bed when I was scared to be alone those two years ago, to when you helped me bake something for my birthday, a-and I know I’m not the best at confessions, but-” He shook his head rapidly, his lips turning up, making you see the fragment of a smile you loved seeing so much.

“(Y/n), may I-I kiss you?” He stuttered over his words, butting you off quietly.

You gave him a small nod, feeling surprised at how soft his lips actually were, at the tender way he held your face so soft and caring in his hands, how it felt so warm when he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

You heard him give an airy chuckle, resting his head on top of yours, his crimson eyes burning a bright red.

“I think I just fell in love with you more, (Y/n).” He whispered and you gave him a toothy grin. pulling him by the collar so you could be closer than you already were, your lips hovering over his just like there were a mere few seconds ago.

“That’s good,” You gave him a small peck, “Because I think I fell more in love with you, too.”

hi uwu um inspired by the dabis honey ask, what if y/n started baby talking and or praising dabi.... idk just the thought of him going crazy or whatever at someone being sooo sickiningly sweet to him makes me fzhhwfudhdj. ik hes h o rrible but i want to........ fix him..........

mE.T oo

TW: MASTURBATION, KIDNAPPING, MENTAL ILLNESS, BODY ISSUES, UNHEALTHY DYNAMICS, SMUT, HAND JOBS, PANTY RAIDS.

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Dabi was in a complete, blissed out stupor as he pressed your used underwear roughly to his face, inhaling your scent deeply as his chest expanded and his lower back arched. His legs were lazily propped up on the edge of the tub as he aggressively tugged at his pulsating cock. His breathing sounding more akin to a drowning man as he desperately gasped, his moaning morphing into a wail as he felt the stitches around his mouth tug at the skin. 

Knowing that you were asleep in the room next to the bathroom, he stuffed a portion of your underwear into his gaping mouth in an attempt to muffle his cries. This only served to backfire on him though as he imagined your taste on his tongue. He knew he was about to cum for the third time tonight as his squalling become uncontrolled and his vision spotted as his hips bucked into the air with clenched eyes. His shoulders and neck were uncomfortably pressed into the porcelain tub as his lower back arched, feeling his throbbing pulse in his cock become more intense. God he wished he was in you. He needed you and you wanted nothing to do with him. No one ever did. How cruel. Didn’t you feel bad for him?

He felt shame at how pathetic he must look now, face falling apart, sniffing his own soulmate’s skivvies after panty raiding their drawer like some pervert when in reality it was due to something as petty as outer appearances. He knew he could fuck you better than any other man has, yet here he was, jerking off in the tub in shame like some sexually repressed teen at a sleepover and fuming over the mere thought of anyone else touching you. You’d let them touch you. How could you let them touch you when you’re his. You were made for him.

Abruptly, the knot in his belly loosened. The tension in his bloated cock only grew in the threat of exploding, but no release came. He wished he could cry as his chest filled with anger and sadness. He will always be alone like this, having to love himself in the absence of any kind of affection from the person he craved it from the most. He heard blood rushing to his ears as the back of his eyes stung. Stuck in his pity party, he didn’t realize when you’d softly pushed the door open to reveal his shameful position to you. 

“Da-..bi?” he jumped when your sweet voice reached his scarred ears, staring at you with wide, terrified eyes. 

Dabi slowly lowered his spine back to the bottom of the tub one vertebrae at a time before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He lowered his gaze, unable to look you in the eyes from the hurt he felt. He couldn’t even imagine you wanting to touch him in his most perverted fantasies. Why can’t anyone love him? Why was he born?

His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you apprehensively approaching his partially nude form, but he was frozen. He feared if he looked up, you would see his disfigured face in its full glory and make a run for it. This didn’t happen though as you slowly knelt down to his eye line, softly cupping your hands under each side of his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. 

His eyes fluttered in awe of your beauty and he felt it was a sin not to look away. Still, he was unable to. His trembling breathing slowed and he grasped each of his stitched hands around your wrists, letting the underwear scrunched up in his hand fall off the edge of the tub. His heart began to flutter as he wondered what you had to gain from this. He wanted to verbally warn you of the dangers of playing with his feelings, but no words were able to come out of his clenched throat as saliva filled his mouth and slightly dripped from the space between his skin and his now dangerously loose stitches. 

You swiped your thumb through the flowing liquid and softly pressed your lips to his disfigured cheek as Dabi reached up and clenched a handful of your hair in an attempt to keep you in place. He felt slight remorse when you released your mouth with a soft popping noise until he felt your breath warm his cold metal staples as you spoke.

“...I wanna take care of you.” you purred into his skin. “I love you”.

He knew how must be dreaming now as he felt you lightly grasp the base of his cock. He knew he would want to die if he woke up the next morning without you there but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he could only whimper out the words “I love you”, using the pronoun “boku” in place of his usual, gruff “ore”. He clawed at your hair and tugged it closer toward his face, afraid you would fade away.

He awoke the next morning with you comfortably in place on his chest with your arms curled around his shoulders and fingers combed through his dark hair as you laid butterfly kisses all over his Adam’s apple. His heart pounded in his ribcage at the realization that this wasn’t a dream and he couldn’t move when he heard your twittering voice.

“You awake, sleepy head?”

There was a pause. Dabi was completely speechless.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You inquired as if the man below you wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack. He felt your body shift on his midsection as you prepared to leave him alone before he wheezed, smacking his arms around your body like a boa constrictor. He wished you could sink into his body and stay there forever. 

“Okay, baby... I won’t leave you.” You breathed. 

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life and think of it in his last dying moment.

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔

🍰 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍?

🐇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?

🍦𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 3 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

🧸 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆; 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈/𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉?

🎠 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆? 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉? 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆?

🍒 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍-𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆

🐶 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒕?

🎂 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚?

🥀 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄.

🍼 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚? 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚?

🔫 send me what color(s) i am to you. i know it's from twitter replace tweet w post

@mangospams you have no right making me feel this way 😭😭😤😤

Ahahahaha help