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I’m not dead, just uninspired, and distracted and sad…
But like, boss Bakugo—
Convenience
This is kinda suggestive so watch yo self, unless you don’t wanna...
Thinking about Bakugo and his pretty secretary. She wears very business chic clothes, mature and sexy as oppose to cute.
Suit pants that hug her--not enough to be innapropreate but enough to make it obvious she works out. Suit shirts that dip into her chest a little bit, not enough to be immoddest but just enough to drive Bakugo wild. Stilletoes. Just plain black stilletoes, nothing else. She does have a pair of black flats tucked under desk and a pair of pristine black sneakers, just in case. When she wears pencil skirts, Bakugo is just about sent to his knees. And if the way the freshly pressed fabric hugs her hips wasn't enough, she dares to come into the office with a pencil skirt that has a zipper going straight down her ass.
It's the convenience of it that really gets him. How easy it would be to just pull the top zipper all the way down, exposing her lacy black underwear to him. (He only knows because she bent down that one time and he saw it ON ACCIDENT! When he thought about it that night it wasn’t really on accident tho—)
It's the convenience, he tells himself as he watches her strut out of his office. She's beautiful and just so conveniently always apart of his day, that's the only reason he can't stop thinking about her. It's not because she doesn't put up with his shit and it's not because she's constantly defending him when sponsors say something sour about him. It's definitely not the worried glances she gives him when he comes back from patrol a little more banged up than usual—he'd like to bang her a little more than usual when she wears that stupid skirt—
It's convenience, he thinks. He knows her and she knows him. Its convenience, he convinces himself. That's all.
Definitely not whatever the hell his heart keeps telling him.
Book Girl
Heads up: Language, suggestive but definitely not descriptive, also Bakugo Katsuki (he comes with a warning), and unedited—super unedited
Kay, so, hear me out… Bakugo Katsuki and an author reader. Yes, ooh, ahh, I know I know. For those of you, and I am sure there are many, who have no idea what I mean, lemme explain:
Bakugo with a reader who asks him the strangest, borderline worrisome question about his work. “What’s it feel like to get stabbed?” “Have you ever gotten shot? With a gun? Explain it to me. How did it feel?” Sometimes he thinks you’re a little psycho but it’s oddly therapeutic for him to explain the worst parts of his job and not care about being judged so he don’t mind none.
Bakugo with a reader who patches up his wounds like a pro and mumble “this would be perfect in chapter twelve.” And he’s just staring at her like “ma’m I’m dying plz don’t immortalize this in literature.”
Most importantly (the thought that had me on this tangent), Bakugo Katsuki with his cute little writer baby who tests things on him. It’s never easy to deal with things either. It’s not, like, fighting related things. You don’t go up to him and ask him if you could put him in arm-bar or ask him if he could put you in an arm-bar (Actually you did ask him to do that cause you wanted to know how to get out of one but—)
She does this… thing where she goes up to him and whispers the nastiest shit in his ear, like, you know, innocent book girl shit. Ya’ll know what I mean. Book girls are fucking wild and they read the sauciest shit. So she whispers some knee numbing curse and Bakugo freezes like a little schoolboy who just found out what puberty hormones are and she has the audacity to take a step back, examine him like he’s a fucking lab rat or some shit, then ask him if that made his heart flutter. Like, bitch it made something flutter, the hell did you think saying that would do? Does he answer? The first few times it happened, he couldn’t. The next few times he tried to deny it but mumbled and slurred his words like a drunk. When he wasn’t caught horribly off guard, he started just throwing her over his shoulder and showing her what it did to him. (It really helped her with that one scene—)
But that’s not the worst of it. No. No no no. You see, before Bakugo, she had never been in a relationship before. She had never been in love before and she most certainly had never done anything physical with someone else before. He was her first everything. So she has trouble writing particularly steamy scenes, at least when it comes to describing everything and it has to be perfect. Well, that’s what a boyfriend’s for, right?
So, there are times in Bakugo’s life where his writer girlfriend just decides to make out with him. That’s a normal thing to do, they’re together, but she doesn’t just kiss him. Remember, book girl shit, girl goes fucking—well, Bakugo doesn’t know what but it’s ridiculous.
Kay, first time it happens: She comes up to him all casually and cute-like and asks if she can try something. Blissfully unaware Bakugo raises a brow but lets her and she takes his breath away with a kiss that’s all passion and it’s hot—he’s hot. He’s melting, actually, and she takes it further and put her hands in exactly the right places and just when he’s getting ready to go all the way with it, she pulls back. Bakugo’s never felt whiplash quite so jarring but there she was asking him how it felt because she wants to write the scene from a man’s perspective. She asking him all these questions and bro’s on a different planet right now, he can’t answer, kay. Like, give him a second to breathe cause he can’t find the air, ya know. And it happens, well not all the time but enough for the poor man to think she just isn’t in to him like he’s in to her. If she was, she would’ve been frustrated too, right? But she wasn’t and there he was, sitting alone like a fool while she ran off to go write it all down before she forgot.
But, well, book girls, right? Those freaky shits know how to please a guy so you can bet your bottom dollar that she made it up to him. Thoroughly :)
Or, alternatively, writer gf who doesn’t write steamy shit and just does all of this to fuck with him cause his reactions are *chief’s kiss*
Guys, guys I’m wheezing
So i wuz bored and my sister is obsessed with ai chat so I was like “Hey Imma try that shiz” and I did and I made a Bakugo ai and—
I made him too realistic
*sigh* the feminine urge to kiss a big beefy man so he calls me pretty
transmasc bakugou x transmasc reader where they just help themselves through period dysphoria?
☆ sugar, spice & everything nice
ftm ! katsuki bakugo x ftm reader [he / him]
sypnosis : above !
the lowercase is intentional !
katsuki had been grumbling away in his dorm room all day. people noticed as they walked past, but they didn't say anything. they were too scared of him, afraid that they might get blown up by his quirk or even worse. nobody dared walk into katsuki's room, or even stay by his door for a second too long.
in reality, katsuki was acting like this because he was on his period. whilst being on his period, a massive amount of dysphoria just suddenly dropped it's load on him. it was always like this when he was on his period. he just always wished it would go away. too bad he wasn't on testosterone yet.
a knock was then heard on katsuki's door, followed by a voice. "hey, katsuki! open up!" [name] said on the other side of the door, being persistent with his knocking. he then groaned, getting ready to leave as his boyfriend wasn't opening the door. and, as if by coincidence, the door swings open and katsuki drags [name] inside.
"i guess it's safe to say you've started too, huh?" [name] said as he got dragged inside, a small chuckle following his words. katsuki just glared at [name] and lead him to the bed so they could lay down together.
katsuki groaned once more as he reached the bed. he wrapped his arms around [name]'s waist, pulling him close before resting his hands on [name]'s waist. the heat from his palms were soothing for [name]'s cramps. he was glad his boyfriend had his quirk at times, other times he wasn't so glad. such as the times where katsuki threatened to blow him up the last time he was on his period.
"this thing is so stupid. why do i have to have a stupid period when i'm not even a woman?" katsuki mumbled under his breath, clearly feeling frustrated and dysphoric about his situation. "sure, periods aren't what define a woman but whatever. this thing sucks, makes me feel like less of a guy." he continued to mutter, and [name] hummed along as he listened.
"at least when we both start going on t, our periods will stop. but, who knows how long that'll be." [name] responded, trying to sound hopeful but it was no use. katsuki still grumbled and moaned, even rolling his eyes at [name]'s comment. "yeah, and how long is it going to be that we'll be allowed to start?" the blonde boy huffed in response, a sigh escaping his lips.
the two of them stayed in silence for a little while, not saying anything. the sound of their breathing and slight shuffling around on the bed filled the room. that was before [name] decided to speak up once more.
"you know, even though we still get our 'shark week' every month, i still view you as a guy. even though we haven't started any hormone therapy or anything. you're still a man to me, and you're my boyfriend." [name] whispers softly, a small smile on his lips as he speaks. he wants katsuki to feel less dysphoric about his period, and reassure him at the same time. "plus, you're super manly." the boy chuckled, imitating kirishima.
katsuki rolled his eyes at [name]'s words. he really tried to hide how much they meant to him, but the small blush on his cheeks, the picking up of his heartbeat and the smile on his lips made it obvious that they meant a lot. "thanks, [name]." katsuki mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to the back of [name]'s neck. "you're.. manly too. despite everything, we're still guys aren't we, huh? just two guys who bleed out every frickin' month." he grumbled under his breath.
for the both of them, having their periods did affect them. they were both trans so when their periods came they doubted their identities. however, with eachother, they got through it. every month. they didn't give up on eachother, nor did they give up for what they stood for too.
"how about we go eat some spicy noodles? i have the ones you like in my room. we can prepare them in the common room." [name] said, detangling himself from katsuki to sit up on the bed and shake him. "we can't spend all day sitting here like grumps. we'll stick to the bed." he continued to mumble and shake katsuki.
"spicy noodles? tch.. you do know me, huh?" katsuki chuckled softly, sitting up too and placing a quick peck on [name]'s lips. "i guess we're boyfriends for that reason though, aren't we?" he hummed, a small smirk on his lips before getting out of bed and making his way out of his dorm. [name] followed close behind, seeming to be in a better mood than his boyfriend who had his hand stuffed in his pockets and was grumbling the whole way.
the two finally got to the common room. on the way there, [name] picked up the noodles from his dorm and started preparing them. katsuki started chopping up some vegetables to add to the noodles, as well as boiling an egg. once the noodles were finished, katsuki added his toppings and let [name] add some too. the two then sat on the couch together, eating their noodles.
"we're always here for eachother, aren't we?" [name] said softly as he looked at katsuki. "no matter what. i mean, our cycles aren't synced too so." he added, wiggling his eyebrows. katsuki immediately shoved [name]'s face out of his view so he could finish chowing down on his noodles.
a few others went down to the common room and got some food for themselves. they were talking in their own groups and laughing. kaminari and kirishima came up to katsuki and [name], grinning at the two of them.
"seems like bakugo finally got out of his room!" kaminari commented with a laugh. katsuki glared at kaminari and almost got ready to use his quirk on the other boy. "and he's not grumbling too." kirishima added with a chuckle.
[name] looked at the two boys before looking over at katsuki. he smiled and pinched his cheek, a little coo escaping his lips. "it's because of me, isn't it?" [name] said with a small smirk. katsuki almost blew him up too.
kirishima and kaminari decided to back off. they went over to other members of the class, occasionally looking back at katsuki and [name] with a chuckle.
"i love you." [name] whispered, ruffling katsuki's hair gently. "my handsome boyfriend, my manly man." he said, obviously teasing the blonde. katsuki just rolled his eyes and scoffed at [name]. "yeah, yeah. whatever. i love you too." he mumbled, eating his noodles.
the two of them then shared the same routine throughout their next cycles. comforting words, spicy food and laughs with their friends. it was perfect, and it helped both of them get their minds off of their period and their dysphoria.
author's note : hope you guys enjoy this ! again, sorry for posting so slowly. i'm just on holiday so i've been relaxing more. i will try and get requests out and more things though! keep requesting ! <3
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Nací sin un quirk, a pesar de haber pasado los 4 años mi particularidad no apareció. Ahí me di cuenta de lo dura y horrible que puede ser la vida, era lo más bajo en la "cadena alimenticia".
Se burlaron, me atacaron y me dañaron. Quienes llamé amigos me abandonaron, me dejaron solo. Pero no Kacchan, el no se alejó, se mantuvo cerca. Me corregía en lo que me equivocaba, era honesto, era alegre. Siempre reía conmigo, me escuchaba y opinaba sobre lo que yo contaba, era un verdadero amigo. Siempre me dijo la verdad.
—Eres solo un estúpido mukosei, eres la peor escoria de este mundo— kacchan me decía la verdad siempre —eres un idiota si crees que llegaras a ser un héroe sin un quirk— siempre era honesto.
—y-yo... Pro... Probaré... Que puedo s-s-ser...
—no seas iluso— río, no se burlaba de mi, el no era de los que se burlan de los demás.
—p-puedo pasar e-el exame-men escrito...— tomaste mi libreta y volviste a reír, con una explosión la quemaste y la lanzaste por la ventana, sabías que no me iba a ser útil, siempre tienes razón.
—Si tanto quieres ser un héroe, hay una forma rápida de hacerlo. ¡¡confía en que nacerás con una particularidad en tu siguiente vida y salta del techo!!— me dabas consejos y me ayudabas siempre.
—Bakugo, creo que ya es suficiente... Suena a que lo estas incitando a suicidarse...— tus amigos te alejaban de mi, pero tu siempre volvías.
—tienes razón, vamos por algo de comer— saliste del salón, no sin antes voltearme a ver y sonreír, era tu forma de despedirte.
Me quedé un momento ahí parado hasta que creí que era hora de volver a casa, me sentía realmente feliz por haber pasado tiempo con kacchan, mi único amigo.
Kacchan siempre tenia razón, la libreta no la iba a necesitar, no en esta vida. Tenía una sonrisa plasmada en mi rostro. Kacchan decía la verdad. Mis pasos eran lo único que se escuchaba en el edificio, sonando cada escalón subido. Kacchan era honesto. Las escaleras se sentían infinitas. Kacchan siempre me ayudaba. Llegué a la cima. Él tenía razón... ¿cierto?
Caminé por el techo, sintiendo la brisa entre el cabello, apreciando las nubes, convenciéndome de que Kacchan tenía razón. Llegué a la orilla, me sujete de la barandilla y crucé al otro lado. Temblando, pensando y totalmente convencido de que Kacchan tenía razón. Respiré hondo y...
Salté.
Kacchan no tenía la razón, no decía la verdad, no era honesto, me mintió, se burló de mi y yo... Me equivoqué.
El aire chocaba contra mi cuerpo, mis rizos se sacudían y las lagrimas salían de mis ojos, deslizándose por mis mejillas, dándome un último sentir.
Bakugo me mintió, me engañó, me lastimó. No era mi amigo, aunque me convencí de que si lo era. Pero todos nos equivocamos y algunos errores ya no tienen vuelta atrás.
Vi el cielo por última vez, las nubes, las aves, la luz. Hasta que todo se volvió negro.
Me pregunto como habrá reaccionado Bakugo, o sus amigos, o los que me abandonaron. No quiero preguntarme el como reaccionó mi madre, no quiero que vuelva a doler. No quiero imaginar sus lágrimas o su voz, no quiero pensar en que la lastimé.
Hace taaaaaaanto que no publicaba algo (desde la secundaria?) y pues tiktok, no poder dormir y llorar en la madrugada hacen que uno se inspiré.
Ahora si, a dormir.
Tomen awa (va para quién sea que lea esto, tqm)
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De todos las oportunidades que tuviste para irte, de todos los días, de todos los meses. ¿porque justo ahora?
¿Porque en este mes? Talvez fue tu venganza por todos esos años de maltratos, no te culpo, te merecías un mejor trato, te merecías todo lo bueno de este mundo porque así eres tu, siempre pones a los demás por encima de ti, nunca priorizaste tu bienestar. Por eso eres mejor que yo.
Yo busque ser un héroe para demostrar que era el mejor, porque quería salvar a las personas y ser reconocido por ello. Pero tu lo hiciste sin buscar reconocimiento, lo hiciste por simple deseo de ayudar.
Y dime, ¿aún quieres ser el mejor héroe?, ¿aún quieres ayudar a las personas a costa de tu bienestar?
Porque yo no quiero eso. Para ti no.
Me pregunto que tanto te dolió tomar esa decisión, abandonar tu sueño de ser como All Might y salvar a todos con una sonrisa.
Y aun quiero saber, ¿porque ahora? ¿porque en mi cumpleaños?
El tener esa carta en mis manos representaba que realmente te habías marchado. Realmente habías revelado el secreto y todo sería tan malditamente difícil. La mayoría ya había leído tu carta. Todos menos yo, Todoroki y Uraraka. Ninguno estaba listo para aceptar tu despedida.
Ya no ver tu alegre rostro cada día sería un tormento, porque tras cada "muere" que te gritaba, tras cada "maldito nerd", tras cada insulto, grito, golpe, habían palabras de preocupación. Habían sentimientos.
No quería aceptar tu ausencia, porque eso sería ignorar que te quería cerca de mi, que quería verte y gritarte todo lo que sentía. ¿Y sabes que es lo que más me duele? Que esos estúpidos sentimientos no importan, hay mil cosas más importantes que decirte que me gusta tu maldito rostro, o que me gusta cuando dices estupideces al azar o murmuras y te ves tan raro. Todo eso que siempre he criticado de tu ser es lo que más me gusta. Pero no importa.
Entiendo porque lo hiciste, pero no entiendo ¿porque ahora?.
Necesitaba ese "feliz cumpleaños, Kacchan" de cada año, porque solo en ese momento sentía que no tenías miedo de como reaccionaría, mi cumpleaños ni siquiera me importa, es solo otro día más en el calendario, pero ese día significa que me sonreirías, que te humillar las cantándome el feliz cumpleaños y que me regalarías alguna tonta tarjeta de All Might. Pero ahora no.
Te extraño.
Y te quiero.
∞∞∞
Kacchan,
Realmente no se que decirte, tu ya sabes el secreto, creo que sabes todo de mi. o casi todo. Talvez te preguntaras el porque tome está decisión o porque no te lo dije antes.
No quiero que nadie salga lastimado por un problema que no es suyo, Shigaraki y AFO están tras de mi, por su seguridad decidió marcharme.
Es muy difícil hacer esto, estoy cansado, me duele todo, y me sigo lamentando por muchas cosas que sucedieron. Kacchan, tengo miedo, temo por mi vida, por la suya y por ti.
Ser un héroe no ha sido para nada como creo que seria cuando fuimos niños, ponernos nuestras pijamas de All Might parecía ser suficiente. Pero la realidad es otra.
Te extrañare, espero que no te lastimes tanto en los entrenamientos, espero que no los vuelvan a atacar los villanos, espero que tomes buenas decisiones y espero que me extrañes también.
Te quiero. Feliz cumpleaños, Kacchan.
—Deku
Finjamos que aún es 20 de abril.
No soy fan del BakuDeku, pero es una buena excusa para no hacer tan mehhh esta historia. Igual no es cono que se desarrolle bien la relación, solo aceptaron sus sentimientos y Deku se declaró o algo así.
Se supone que Izuku se fue en abril, aunque no se si lo hizo antes o después del cumpleaños de Bakugo, igual que awite por él.
Tomen awa, duerman bien y no se den de baja de la escuela (de la vida si*, de la escuela no...)
*nomas por si acaso, no se den de baja de la vida, porque eso sería perder la vida y ustedes nunca pierden
kiribaku for the soul
a-band they could never make me hate you
Bakugo: I’m going to have a great Father’s Day with my DAD, right Deku?
Midoriya: *crying in the corner*
Bakugo: How about you, Icyhot, what are you doing for Father’s Day?
Todoroki: My father is dead…
Bakugo: No, he isn—
Todoroki: …To me
Made this early this month just right before twitter got banned, for context someone suggested an idea that later in the future, katsuki becomes and older brother. So idesigned a little squirt for the bakugo family! He's supposed to be more like masaru, since kacchan basically got all his mothers genes xD
I'm kinda obsessed with my yuri bkdk rendition eheh <3 i love them sm !! Will post more of them right after this eheh
More of yuri bkdk 💕💕 wip too
Cute aggression is chronic I tell you
Me:don't. You. Dare. Laugh.
Rainbow dash and buttercup:pfft! Hahahahahahaha!
Buttercup:that's the stupidest hero name I ever heard!
Bakugou:STOP LAUGHING YOU TWO!
My opinion on katsuki bakugou aka kaachan:
Katsuki, despite popular belief, isn't someone who's unable to feel, on the contraty, he feels a LOT of things but choose to hide them behind a tough facade. The feelings he hides go from fear, worry and upsetness...
He worries, he cares, he encourages, he saves, he suffers, he feels joy, sadness, you know, he's a human, but has a really hard time showing such humanity. Sometimes we get a glimpse of it, and they explode when too strong for him to hold back.
He already recognized his weaknesses, his insecurities, and his mistakes. There's no point on going back to that again. That phase is gone, from DkvK2, to his sacrifice, and his verbal apology. And I dare to tell you, regreting not asking for the autograph is even deeper. I wish some people accept him like I do honestly. I love him and I wanted him to be treated as a human being like we are.
Izuku and bakugou's shenanigans
Credit to @rk8con
I just had to dub these!
I'm scared!
Part 7- i.e. the last! Anyway, this was fun to draw :D
(Oh, and bonus Kirishima and Iida tears…real men aren’t afraid to cry!)