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disappoint??

Babes, it’s perfect!

I've been thinking about pathetic bully Bakugo who's whipped for you...<33

MDNI, +18! College AU!

God he's such a fuckin' loser. He's always been so mean to you, even since you were kids. Pulling your hair, throwing stuff at your head, calling you a "weakling" and always scowling at your cute chubby face, knowing deep down he likes you being weak so that he can protect you..

Bully Bakugo never physically harms you, of course. He's only emotionally violent, always hurling insults your way, making ugly comments on your appearance and unflattering comments of how your body looks, not knowing that you're the only person that he can think of late at night when he's fisting his leaking cock, whimpering and pinching himself to get off to you. He doesn't mean any of the negative, hurtful shit he says to you. Your soft, plump body is carved from the gods in his eyes, he loves all of your soft bits and juicy set of hips and tummy, what he'd give to just sink his teeth into your doughy thighs and make sweet, sweet love to your plush, cute little body....

Bakugo actually pays one of the campus's notorious camera perverts to snap pics of your juicy little pussy hidden behind your panties, or sneaky little pictures of you changing in the locker rooms after a shower. It's absolutely disgusting, he knows that, but he can't seem to bring himself to care when it's you that's concerned. You've turned him into such a nasty, nasty man after all.

Bully Bakugo secretly is a hardcore loverboy. God, he wants to shower you in endless praise and adoration, to take your smaller hand within his rough, calloused one and kiss each and every one of your finger tips, to spoil you rotten and show everyone how important his little lamb is...only issue is, his dumbass can't handle the cuteness aggression he gets by looking at you, and never has been able to jump that hurdle, even since you were children playing in the sandpit together. He doesn't WANT to hurt you, he just can't handle his big boy feelings without feeling violent😭LOLLL

He's the one who's been secretly writing you new love letters every week since 6th grade, paying off one of his friends every week to sneak it into your locker after school hours to make sure it doesn't get pointed back to him. He's always so mushy in the letters, a complete 180 of his usual brash, fiery nature. He's not aware of the fact that you've kept each and every one of his little letters since the very first one, always placing them neatly in a little pink box with heart stickers on it. You don't know who it is, but you wish you did. He'd probably cream on the spot if he found out about the little box you kept for him 🧡

Bully Bakugo fantasizes about you sitting on his face and smothering him in your pretty cunt and thighs, huffing your underwear he snuck into the girls bathroom to obtain, moaning like a slut in his dorm while he imagines you jerking his cock off while he eats you out, controlling his orgasm and edging him until he's crying. He wishes he could be underneath you, letting you ride him and use him as a dildo while he gets to suck on your chest like a newborn baby. God, he's so desperate and pathetic for you, he just wants you to use him while he worships you in all aspects... <3 Maybe one day, you'll confront him about the bullying and he'll get to spill it all to you....

Wooooo I'm actually able to write again!!Yippeee!!!! Hope this didn't disappoint my loves, been having a lot of writers block lately! (´；д；) got a little burnout on JJK so I've been doing BNHA lately! 😵‍💫

Incorrect Quotes with Class 1A

Class 1A x reader

Authors Note: We're just going to ignore the way I used first and last names interchangeably and as always, not my gif

Aizawa, driving Izuku and Y/N: So how was your day?

Izuku: We almost got surprise adopted!

Aizawa: What?

Y/N: We almost got kidnapped.

Aizawa: Oh, okay.

Aizawa: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Momo: What do you think Y/N and Izuku will do for a distraction?

Jiro: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Jiro: ... or they could do that.

Aizawa: Mic and I are having a baby.

Y/N: That's gre-

Aizawa, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Denki: I don’t know how to do that.

Ida: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Y/N: I don’t wear a watch.

Shinso: Time is a construct.

Denki: *Pulls a glass of water from out of nowhere*

Ojiro: Where did you get that?

Denki: My pocket.

Ojiro: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Denki: Skills.

Mina: Tell Todoroki about the birds and the bees.

Tokoyami: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Y/N: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Denki: The car takes a screenshot.

Bakugou: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Y/N: You have to apologize to Denki

Bakugo: Fine.

Bakugo: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Hagakure: If you had to choose between Y/N and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Uraraka: That depends, how much money are we talking about?

Y/N: Uraraka!

Hagakure: 63 cents.

Uraraka: I'll take the money.

Y/N: Uraraka!!!

Mic: What's up?

Aizawa, after another day of dealing with class 1-A: My blood pressure.

Mina: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Denki: The cow???

Mina: What?

Y/N: Denki, W H Y?

Y/N: You know, Shinso, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Shinso: ...

Shinso: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

Y/N: any news?

Recovery girl: I'm just waiting for your x-ray

Y/N: But I've never dated anyone named ray

Recovery girl: and we might do a brain scan too

Y/N:*Sleepily* Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?

Izuku: ...What???

Aoyama: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Y/N: Is that a picture of you?

Aoyama: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Bakugo: I failed my safety training course today.

Kirishima: Why, what happened?

Bakugo: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Kirishima: And?

Bakugo: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Y/N: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Bakugo: And you came to me?

Ida: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Todoroki: Apparently, we're not.

Y/N: Here comes the lightning!

Y/N, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.

Denki: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

Y/N: *raises eyebrows*

Ida: Put those back down!

Kirishima: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Y/N: Kirishima, what did you think a tiger shark was?

fluff with a lot of angst, reader is injured and in hospital for one scene but it's not graphic, lovesick!bakugou

during the many years you’ve loved bakugou katsuki, you have only seen him cry three times.

the first time, you were alarmed. where you fell asleep on the couch awaiting your boyfriend’s return, you did not expect to wake up to the sound of sniffles and the sight of drying tears.

“katsuki? what’s the matter?” you asked cautiously, immediately sitting up to wipe his tears away.

your touch, like a healing balm to the blond, lets you treat him like glass when both of you know he is nothing akin to fragile.

“‘s nothin’,” he gruffly huffs, voice cracking a little.

“if you say so,” you murmur skeptically, knowing better than to prod when it’s bakugou involved.

“were ya waitin’ for me?”

you nod. “i thought we could eat together but- what time is it?”

“almost nine.”

“oh. i thought we could eat dinner together but your patrol must have ended a lot later.”

his heart aches pitifully, worsening when he watches you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

“it’s okay, i get it.”

“we can still eat together, if that’s okay,” he grumbles, looking away bashfully and missing the way your face brightens.

“that sounds lovely, i’ll go heat up dinner-“

“-no, i’ll do it. it’s my fault for coming home later, i’ll call you when it's done.”

bakugou is out of your sight before you can argue any further. as you watch your boyfriend disappear, you’re left pondering on the couch as to why he was acting so uncharacteristically. did he have a bad day? did something happen at work? was he unable to save someone? that’s can't be the reason, he always-

“dinner’s done!” your boyfriend calls from the kitchen, disrupting your thoughts.

when you asked, it didn't sound like he had a terrible day, in fact it sounds like he had a successful patrol, but you cannot fathom any other reason for his melancholy, but if he’s forgotten about it, then you will too.

but... bakugou doesn’t forget. he still remembers when midoriya first alluded to the inheritance of his quirk from all might, he remembers the night vision goggles kirishima broke when trying to save him that one time, he remembers your favourite things and what makes you happy; he remembers everything.

and he’ll never forget that the tears he shed tonight were over the fact that bakugou will never get to show you how much he loves you.

bakugou katsuki, for the first time, realised just how painfully human he is.

he has a heart that beats for you, limbs that longingly ache to be near you whenever he’s not, a mind devoted to you and a cursed mouth so incapable of expressing it all.

if he could, he would wrestle the night sky to give its stars to you instead because you love stars. you love the stupid things in life that bakugou can't give. he can’t give you everything you could ever want and with that realisation, bakugou discovered just how beatable he was.

you may never know the multitude of bakugou’s love for you, and that fact alone brings him to tears as he gazed upon your sleeping figure on the couch, resting peacefully until his arrival.

the second time, you wake up confused.

the lights in the room are dim, there's a machine beeping intermittently and you think it's a heartbeat monitor but you don't really think too hard about it because your body hurts.

you have to blink a few times to get the blurriness out of your eyes, but you eventually comprehend the sterile walls of a hospital room. then the memories come back one by one, a patrol gone awry, evacuating citizens and... ah, being slammed into a wall back-first by the villain. explains the pain.

then you register the looming figure beside your bed, a pair of widened vermillion eyes gazing into your own with untameable blond hair to match, you can't help the smile from spreading on your face when you see your lover.

"hey," you cough weakly, throat dry and scratchy from lack of use.

next thing you know, bakugou's bulky figure is draped over yours, forehead resting on your chest as his arms gently snake around your torso, bringing you into his chest and pressing himself firmly against you.

you feel him; his relief, his sorrow, his devotion, his painful sobs as he shakes against you and it kills you that the only thing you have the strength to do is run a hand through his hair. you want to kiss him, to tell him that it's okay and that there's nothing to cry about, that you're here and nothing will change that, but you're so very sore and barely in tact.

"don't do this shit again," he threatens weakly and you feel his tears seep through your hospital gown. "you had me so fuckin' worried, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, i can't believe you'd do this to me, do you know how much it sucked to be without you?"

"sorry, katsuki," you whisper and he looks up at you, glossy eyes and quivering lip.

"promise me you'll never do this again."

cupping his cheeks with your hands, there's a rush of deja vu as your thumbs catch his tears. "i don't know how realistic that promise is given that this is my job-"

"-your job is to save lives, not go crashin' into buildings, idiot."

you laugh gently, a stabbing pain making itself known in your gut when you do. your wince doesn't go unnoticed by bakugou, who knows you better than the back of his hand and his heart lurches at the slightest evidence that you're in pain. "still, i won't make promises i can't keep, you know how our jobs are, katsuki."

he frowns, furrowing his brows. "then i'll promise to always be there for you. don't go where i can't."

"that's not realistic."

"watch me."

"okay then, deal."

there are questions you still want answers to, but for now, you'll let the blond continue crying with his ear pressed against your chest.

(you won't ever know about the few days bakugou has spent in your hospital ward, absolutely miserable as he looks upon your gaze with anticipation. he hates how helpless he is, that he can't do anything to rid of this horrible feeling in his chest but wait for you to wake up. he hates that he can't any semblance of peace, he hates the man that love has made him, but most importantly, he hates being without you.

you won't ever know the struggle it was to get bakugou out of your room for even just an hour. midoriya and kirishima had to wrestle him in hopes of getting some proper food together, and yaomomo and todoroki had to literally block the door with various items to prevent his entrance.

you won't ever know how alienated bakugou felt, unable to face your shared home without you in it. without your music playing, without your shoes messily thrown at the genkan, without your comforting presence to return to when all is said and done, there isn't much of a home for bakugou.

you won't ever know how desperately bakugou clung to your hand, fiddling with it whenever he needed a safe haven.

you won't ever know the amount of tears the blond had shed by your side, hunched over your bed, with nothing and no one to comfort him but the sound of the heartbeat monitor.)

the third time, you cry too.

it's your wedding day.

when the news first came out, japan practically roared with excitement and anticipation for the special day that their two favourite heroes would wed. the enthusiasm has not dimmed down even months later, and now, as you're one door away from your lover, you feel it buzzing in your bones.

it all goes by in a blur. one second you're about to trip over yourself in nervousness and the next, you're walking down the aisle with a stunned bakugou failing to keep his composure at the altar. despite the amount of close friends and family around you, all you can see is the love of your life who looks at you with unmatched adoration and affection in those ruby irises of his.

up close, however, all you can see are the tears forming in his eyes, and his first sniffle takes everyone in the room by surprise. no doubt, this is their first and last time seeing their beloved hero cry.

more tears are shed and then, it's just waterworks from practically everyone in the room as bakugou breaks down even more.

thank goodness for a private wedding because you know he is never going to live it down if the press got their hands on this image.

a close friend of yours hands you a handkerchief and you wipe away bakugou's tears with a teasing smile, unable to keep your wobbly laughter at bay as your lover- japan's symbol of victory and heroism, turns to nothing but putty in your hands. he lets you treat him so delicately because you've seen him at his lowest, most shaken, and most unlovable, yet still decided to stay.

"sorry," he apologises as you dab at his tears, words reserved for you and you alone. "you're just so... divine. i can't believe i'm marryin' you."

you feel your first tear roll down your cheek and bakugou catches it before it can go too far, wiping it away.

"such an embarrassin' way to start our wedding," he grumbles.

"embarrassing for the both of us, but memorable no doubt," you try to reason.

"everything is memorable as long as i'm with you."

"such a sap," you whack his shoulder lightly. "have you been saving that line for today specifically?"

"you should wait til the vows. bet mine are better than yours."

"i didn't know you could be a poet."

"only for you."

"well then, i can't wait to find out what else you are, katsuki."

"i'll always be yours."

you laugh, "i'm glad to hear that 'cause i love you."

"i love you even more, i'm crying just to prove it."

"your tears are dangerous."

"yeah well, you're marryin' these tears so."

"like i said, i can't wait."

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

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Mha boys where they put their hands while fucking you (shouto, dabi, katsuki, hawks, eijiro, izuku, denki)

You got it

How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you

As usual in similar works: the students are aged up!!!

Characters : mha guys/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

Shouto :

He'll hold your hands while on top of you and strokes your fingers with his thumbs. He wants you to be relaxed and at ease when he slowly pushes himself inside you. His hands will later travel to your sides softly touching you until he reaches your hips and tightens his hold on your flesh. He loves your boobs, so when he's close to orgasm he'll move both hands up to grab them and keeps fondling and squeezing and even burying his face between them to bite down until he cums

Dabi :

He'll have his hands on your hips first, holding you tightly as he fucks you into the mattress. He wouldn't want his hard thrusts to push you away from his dick so he makes sure you're planted underneath him. He would move one hand to your pussy and pushes two fingers inside you, without taking his dick out of course. He just loves testing your limits. When you're both close to orgasm, he'll wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze hard as his thrusts become erratic.

Katsuki :

Katsuki loves your thighs, so he makes certain to knead, squeeze and even pinch your flesh. He enjoys seeing new marks appear under his touch as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. He would pin down your wrists, or bring them up over your head and just keeps plunging hard inside you. If he's fucking you doggy style then be sure your ass is gonna get smacked with every hard push. When he's close, he'll run his fingers through your hair and pull hard.

Hawks :

I said this once and I'll say it again because I trust it's canon, Hawks loves to place his hand on your lower abdomen and push it down while fucking you just to feel himself moving inside. He's an ass man, so he makes sure his hands find their way to your butt cheeks while he's railing you. When he feels you twitching around his cock, he'll move his fingers to your mouth, makes you suck them, and then he'll place them on your clit to play with it and intensifies your orgasm.

Kirishima :

This guy would have his arms under your shoulders grabbing you tightly to make sure you're steady underneath him while he fucks you deep and hard. Same as Hawks, he would make you suck his fingers to later drive them inside your vagina. He also loves to grab your thighs and push them up and apart in order to have a better access to your pussy where he can eat you out until you cum in his mouth.

Izuku :

Deku would have his hands on your cheeks first: he kisses you feverishly all the while easing himself inside you. When you get used to his cock and he finally starts moving, his hands will travel down to cup your boobs. He loves using his thumbs to play with your nipples because he enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he does so. He will then move one hand under your back to help you arch and to give himself deeper access inside you. When he's about to cum, he'll dig his nails into your butt cheeks and moan your name.

Kaminari :

Denki is kind of a perv, only for you though. So his hands keep traveling everywhere he could reach: your face, your neck, your tummy, your pussy, and his favorite, your boobs. He loves seeing your different reactions with each part of you he touches. He particularly loves the combination of sucking your nipples and squeezing your ass. It drives him nuts when you bring him even closer and pull on his hair whenever he does so. When he's close to climaxing, he'll sit up, squeeze your thighs and pull you closer to his cock, drilling your pussy until you're both driven over the edge and fall limp in each other's arms.

Early Morning Mess| Katsuki Bakugou

Rating: M 

Pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader 

Summary- you wake up horny and bakugou is more than happy to help

WARING: smut/NSFW, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, thigh riding, slight degrading, sexual acts while bakugou is on a call, slight overstimulation(? kinda-), uh i think that all... enjoy? 

word count: 509 <3

A/N- i tried my best but im tired and kinda new to writing so if this sucks-

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Soft moans filled the living room as you rut against bakugou’s thigh. You nuzzled your head into his neck, trying to stay quiet but still letting out a few moans do to the feeling of his jeans on your swollen clit. 

Bakugou watched your movements, feeling the soft ache of his cock the harder it got. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless, but he was on the phone with Kirishima. 

You had woken up from a wet dream this morning, and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to make you cum until you cried. But once you went into the living room and saw him on the phone, you realized your little fantasy had to be put on pause. 

After sitting down next to him pouting for five minutes, bakugou finally decided to ask you what’s wrong since it seemed like the little pity party you were having for yourself wasn’t ending anytime soon. 

All you did was look down all flustered and rubbed your thighs together, and it didn’t take long for him to realize what the issue was. Without hesitation, he smirked and made you stand up. Once you removed your panties, he sat you on his clothed thigh and encouraged you silently to do what you needed.

And so you did. 

It didn’t take too long until you were on the edge of cumming, it was pretty easy when you were this turned on. You whined quietly and let out little whimpers of his name. 

“Katsuki, so close-” your hips automatically went faster, as your body chased a release it so desperately wanted. Just as you got close and felt your belly tighten, Katsuki flexed his thigh and without even thinking you let out a loud moan before biting into his shoulder lightly to try and calm yourself. 

Your hips still moved slightly, still wanting more but slowly overstimulation set in making you squirm. 

“What was that?” You heard Kirishima ask through the phone. Your heart dropped and you quickly sat up against Katsuki. 

Katsuki glared at you, whispering “did I fucking tell you to stop?” You shook your head and softly began to move again. 

“Oh sorry, I turned the tv on-”

“That sounded a lot closer than the tv-”

“The volume was on max.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at his friend's questions. It wasn’t long after that that Kirishima said he needed to hang up, he mentioned something but Katsuki didn’t really pay attention. He was more happy that he could finally fuck you, and less concerned on why his friend needed to say bye. 

“My cute little slut. Always so needy.” He cooed, a small smirk on his lips. You flushed and shoved your head into his neck. “No need to be shy now. You weren’t shy when you rubbed your cute little pussy against my pants and made a mess, were you?”

You whined and shook your head. “Why don’t you bend over so I can really have some fun with you.”

in the lane

bakugou x reader wc: 1.7k cw: christmas fluff, regular fluff, implied heavy petting

You lazily tug your boots off and leave them in a heap next to the couch in the foyer of the Dynamight agency. You're the only person here on Christmas Eve, everyone else having gone home to trade in their hero names for names like "Mom" and "Dad" and "Rich Wine Aunt." 

Being alone on Christmas isn't so bad, really. You finally get one quiet night to yourself. Sure, you were on call to respond to any emergencies, but it seemed even villains took a holiday break, as you'd covered the Christmas graveyard shift three years in a row and never had to so much as stop a purse-snatcher or get a cat out of a tree. 

There's a huge Christmas tree set up in the main lobby, at least 15 feet tall with green and orange ornaments hung in alternating patterns. You pass it on your way to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. You pop the bottle, letting the foam drip into the sink, before pouring yourself a glass and then heading back to the seating area in the foyer. 

The heavier accessories for your hero costume lie on one couch, and a mountain of blankets and your laptop lie on another. You curl up into a nest of blankets, positioning your phone and the police radio close to you so that you'll be quick to receive any notifications - just in case - and then open your laptop and settle in for your annual movie night. 

"Happy holidays, Dave," you say to the security camera positioned in the far corner of the room, raising your glass. The camera slowly tilts up, then down, making a mechanical whirring sound the entire time. Dave, the remote building security guard, is your annual Christmas companion. Last year you'd climbed on top of a chair and held a piece of paper with your phone number on it up to the lens, and now Dave sporadically texts you with office gossip he's privy to thanks to his position overseeing the security cameras from wherever he actually lived. 

Yeah, Dave's cool. 

You sip your non-alcoholic bubbly and start your first movie. The police radio and your phone both stay quiet and you're nearly halfway through the third movie of a high fantasy trilogy when you hear some commotion at the front door. 

The clock on the wall says it's 5am - time for the Christmas morning skeleton crew to take over. And so passes another uneventful Christmas Eve. 

Slowly, you untangle yourself from the mess of blankets and head to the door to help them in. "Dave, can you get the lights?" you call out. As the main overheads of the agency turn on, you see that it's actually only one person at the door, and it's who you'd least expect - the big man himself. Dynamight. 

"Sir?" you say tentatively, cocking your head to the side, as you open the door for your boss. 

"Thanks," he grumbles as he slips past you. 

He's in sweats, a beanie covering the mess of blonde hair on his head. Even then, he's stupidly handsome. And still impossible to figure out. 

"Is... everything okay?" you call after him.

He stops in his tracks. "What?" His voice is gruff. 

"I just--" you look away from him instinctively, even though he has his back turned towards you, "--what are you doing here?" 

"I'm the morning shift. Taking over. You can go home." 

"You're the morning shift?" 

He sighs, heavily. "Yeah, what did you expect?" 

"I don't know," you wave your hand in the air, "someone like me who doesn't have anywhere to be. Don't you have a wife and kids?" 

Now he finally turns to look at you. "No? Who the fuck told you I have a wife and kids?" 

You shrug. "I dunno, everyone in the office thinks you have a secret family." 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, I don't. Now, get the hell out of here, it's a holiday" 

You turn your head slowly towards the security camera and raise your eyebrows at Dave, who you're hoping is seeing your expression from his computer screens.

Dynamight disappears into the locker room, duffel bag and gauntlets slung over his shoulder. 

Your phone buzzes against the hardwood of the table where you'd set up shop last night and you check text on your watch. 

Dave: you should make a move 

"Are you insane?" you whip your head up to glare at the lens of the camera. 

A few moments later: i see how you look at him

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "He's my boss. And he's way out of my league." 

i see how he looks at you

Your cheeks get hot. "Whatever, Dave," you mumble as you start to clean up the blankets and put away your laptop. 

"What're you still doing here?" Dynamight calls from the hallway. You open your mouth to answer, but suddenly the overhead lights shut down and the Christmas tree in the lobby lights up, starting from the bottom, until all of the connected strings illuminate the tree and leave you both in a warm yellow glow. 

You want to say something. Really, you do. But he’s walking towards you, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the sparkling lights of the tree reflected in his irises, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s staring at you and you’re about to drown in his pupils when he breaks the silence. 

“I’ll check the breaker.” 

You nod quickly. “Sounds good.” 

Then he’s gone again. 

Childishly, you stick your tongue out at the Dave-camera before cleaning up the rest of your blanket nest. A few minutes later, the lights are back on and Dynamight returns to the lobby. 

“Go ahead,” he lifts his chin at you, “I’ll lock the door after you.”

“Where’s the rest of the morning crew?” 

He snorts. “I’m the whole crew. I can handle it on my own.” He moves towards the exit. 

“Actually,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering if you’d like some company on your patrol?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “Why?” 

“So we don’t both have to be alone on Christmas,” you answer, biting your lip. A move that, unbeknownst to you, sends Bakugou’s heart in a tailspin. 

He pauses. “Get your gear on,” he finally replies. 

The patrol, like your evening before, is uneventful. And mostly quiet. You don’t usually have this much time alone with your boss. He keeps his eyes in front of him, chin tucked into the collar of his costume, peering out at the sidewalk in front of him. Everything is closed, so there are no people or cars around. The only thing you hear is the quiet crunch of ice and snow under your boots as you walk alongside him. 

“You always take the Christmas Eve shift?” he asks you while you’re walking back towards the agency. 

You nod. “It’s kinda nice. I like being alone.” 

His expression softens, and a half-smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Me too.”

The sky transforms from a pale blue to a pinkish-orange sunrise as the patrol goes on, making the snow on the ground sparkle. 

“Why’d you take the Christmas day shift?” you ask him, turning around to walk backwards. 

“Beats bein’ home alone. Or with my parents,” he says, “and ‘s quiet. I like the quiet.”

“Me too,” you echo him. 

“You’re quiet,” he muses.

“I guess I am,” you shrug. 

“Then I guess I like you.” 

It takes you by surprise, and you catch yourself mindlessly staring at him just a moment too late; you’re not looking ahead and you slip on a patch of ice, sending you flying downward on what probably would have been a nasty fall if your boss hadn’t caught you. One of his arms is underneath you, the other gripping on to your shoulder to keep you upright. 

“Thank you,” you say breathlessly. 

“Looks like I had to save someone on this shift after all,” he laughs as he helps you to stand on your own feet again.

He spends the rest of the walk back to the agency teasing you about your clumsiness, and you pretend to hate it, although you’re secretly enjoying the attention from Katsuki - a name he said you should call him. And when a sudden wind sends chills through your body, he pulls you into his side, happy to share his warmth with you. 

cute. says another text from Dave, who can see you both walking arm in arm when you finally make it back. 

You enter the agency to Winter Wonderland playing over the P.A. system. The overhead lights have been dimmed to a soft glow. It might even be a few degrees warmer than it was before. You throw a mean glare towards Dave, mouthing a quick what the fuck. 

“What’s happening?” you ask Katsuki, putting on your best act, not willing to tell him that your friend the security guard was trying to play wingman via nostalgic music and romantic lighting. He’s standing near the tree, looking up towards the P.A. speakers, and you shuffle towards him. 

Just as he turns towards you, there’s a red and green blur in front of your eyes. You blink and realize it’s a mistletoe that’s just fallen down from the ceiling, right in between you and Katsuki.

“How the fuck did you pull this one off?” Katsuki says loudly, looking past you. You turn, but there’s no one there. 

Then it dawns on you. 

“Do you know Dave?” you whisper, and Katsuki’s gaze snaps back to your face. His eyes move back and forth from the mistletoe to your lips. He lets out a shaky laugh, then grabs either side of your face and kisses you. 

Your fingers curl around the collar of his costume and pull him close to you, prolonging the kiss for as long as you can. When you pull away, you eye the security camera, your cheeks getting a little warm. 

“Afternoon crew is almost here,” Katsuki says, “and there’s no cameras in my office.” 

Dealing with Teen Pregnancy with the MHA Boys

Ft. Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kaminari, Sero x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual activity, teen pregnancy, mentions of abortion

Note: I pictured this to take place in your third year of high school when I wrote this so just keep that in mind

Eijirou Kirishima

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Being shy and falling for Bakugo would include...

You first caught Bakugo’s attention during the UA entrance exam

You demonstrated the potential of your quirk flawlessly; he immediately saw you as a rival

Once classes started, he began to notice that your personality didn’t seem to match with the power that you were capable of

You seemed so unassuming and quiet

And despite his harshness: you were still compassionate

Even though your quirk was one of class 1A’s best, you often went unnoticed

The first time (after the entrance exam) that Bakugo ever really paid you any attention, was in the Sports Festival

Relatively early on, you had been in a match against Bakugo, and you lost

But, unlike many of your other classmates who he had faced - you put up a strong fight

 You had used your quirk in a unique and skillful way that (although he’d never admit it) impressed him

After the festival had ended, he had approached you when no one else was around

admittedly, you were terrified and had no idea what he wanted

for a moment he just glared at you

you were sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest (which was partly down to terror and partly down to the fact that he was undeniably v e r y attractive)

and after what felt like f o r ev e r,,, he turned to leave

but just before he left, he said

‘you’re stronger than you look, for a scrawny, little extra’

and that was the beginning of your HUGE crush on Bakugo

(and i mean h u g e)

so after that, Bakugo began to stick up for you more

not in the most noticable way, but it was there

whenever you spoke, he would be quiet (which literally e v e r y o n e noticed except you)

but if anyone commented on it he would return to his normal angry self

probably insulting you and whoever challenged him for good measure

Bakugo actually asking you out would have been a horrendous experience

he probably have said that he was going somewhere at the weekend and that if you happened to be in the same place at the same time he might not leave

the entire thing was a mess

poor boy is just very socially inept

after the awkwardness of the first initial date, you actually enjoy yourselves a lot and go on a lot more after that

but you don’t make anything official until one day you’re out together and some weird guy starts hitting on you

you get super uncomfortable and sorta shrink behind Bakugo 

hes absolutely fuming

 let’s just say he puts the guy back in his place

 after that he walks you home

when you get to the door, you kiss him lightly 

Bakugo accidentally rejects reader

Warning: swearing? nothing else really

This is the first thing I’ve ever written so sorry if it’s shit :/

Bakugo Katsuki

It was no secret that you had a thing for the hot headed blonde. You practically professed your love for him on a daily basis.

You immediately took a liking to Bakugo when you first met him, you liked how brave and ruthlessly honest he was

It didn’t take long for you to confess your feelings to the boy

You asked him to stay after school and told him that you needed to tell him something

“Tch, so what’d you wanna talk about dumbass? I gotta go to the gym and spar with Kirishima so this better be important.” 

You held his hand, looked straight into his eyes and with tried to hide all your nervousness. “I- I like you, Bakugou and not in a friend way. I think you’re really cool a-and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out sometime.”

He was taken aback by how sure you sounded and quickly pulled his hand out of your grasp, looked away and tried to hide the huge blush on his face, he responded. “Hah, W-what the hell are you saying idiot. You can’t be serious.”

“I came to UA to be the number one hero and I don’t need distractions like you along the way.” He wasn’t trying to be rude but he isn’t the type of guy to lead someone on, he wanted to be straight-forward and honest. But even so he started thinking about if what he said was a little too harsh.

He was abruptly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of your voice. “I already knew that but still I wanted to tell you how I felt, I’m perfectly fine with staying by your side and being your friend, Bakugo. Just a warning though I don’t give up easily, even if you don’t like me right now I’ll get you to like me eventually. So you better be prepared!” 

And that’s how your everyday routine started. You wanted to show him that you meant what you said so you kept pursuing him. Everyday you’d get him a random gift that you said screamed “Lord Explosion Murder”, so far he’s gotten little keychains, a wallet and even figurines to put in his room because of this you eventually earned the right to start calling him by his first name.

You also woke up extra early somedays so you could make him a cute bento box and made it extra spicy because you knew how much he loved that. You even left post-it notes with cute messages like “Hope you have a good day, cutie” or “You got this!” with either a heart or a derpy smiley face.

Bakugo was pleasantly surprised that you kept true to your word and as much as he hated to admit it he started to look forward to all these things . But every single time you asked him if he’s changed his mind he’d always respond with “No, just stop asking me idiot”

Somehow that always pushed you to do better since you had no doubts about your feelings for him. This went on for a couple of months until one he said something he couldn’t take back

Today was a shit day for Bakugo. First, he was late since his alarm didn’t go off, then he got pranked by stupid Dunce Face and got his clothes covered in paint and to top it all off he ended up with another draw against fucking Deku so overall it was the shittiest Friday he’d ever experienced.

He was sitting in the commons with a frown on his face, everyone could sense that his patience was drawing to an end so no one was bothering him. You obviously noticed too and wanted to make him feel better so you went up to him with a determined look on your face and tried to strike up a conversation.

“Hey… don’t be so hard on yourself, Katsuki. You did really good today.” As soon as he looked up at you; you could tell that you probably said the wrong thing.

“Shut up you fucking idiot! Just because you think I did good doesn’t mean I did. Nobody was asking for your fucking opinion so why don’t you just shut up and leave me alone, I’m not some idiot that needs your approval or are you just that desperate for my attention that you’ll stick your nose into shit that doesn’t involve you.” You tried to reason with him and tell him that you didn’t mean it like that.

“Katsu-” 

“No, listen here because I’m only gonna say this once so get this through your thick skull. I don’t like you, Y/N. I didn’t 3 months ago and I sure as hell don’t now so why don’t you do both of us a favour and fuck off because this whole thing is kind of depressing.”

By the time he was done with his rant everyone was looking at you two. God, you felt like such an idiot. Why would you ever think that he’d like you. 

You muttered a quick sorry while trying your best not to cry and ran into your room.

Kirishima, Bakugo’s best friend just looked at him and shook his head. “I know you’re frustrated but you didn’t have to take it out on her. That was a dick move, man. You know how much she likes you.”

“Tch, whatever she’ll probably be back to annoying me on Monday.” But you weren’t.

He saw you across the hall and expected you to greet him with a smile and a good morning just like you do everyday but he was shocked to see that you walked past him.

Annoyed that you’d ignored him he walked into class thinking that he’d be able to talk to you there since you always found a reason to sit next him. But today you decided to sit across the room to say he was pissed was an understatement, he was fucking fuming.

“Oi, dumbass what the hell are you doing over there?” He yells clearly mad

You didn’t answer, you just pretended that everything was fine and started talking to Shoji who was sitting right behind you. While you tried convincing yourself that it was better this way.

This kept going for three days. No gifts, no notes, no random confessions of love and no you

He missed you, he missed your smile, your voice, he missed being able to talk to you.

He felt like an idiot this whole time he finally felt what it was like to be on the receiving end. You not talking to him finally made him realize what he’d been pushing down all these months. He liked you and he’d be an idiot to just let you go without a fight

He’d had enough and while you were walking down the hall he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. “What the hells the matter with you, dumbass. I haven’t talked to you in basically a week this is getting ridiculous.” he said in a quieter tone than how he normally sounded.

Yet you still said nothing. “Come on. Say something, anything. please”

“I’m just doing what you wanted me to do, right? I’m leaving you alone. Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?”

“I’m done, Bakugo. I can’t keep pushing my feelings aside and putting my life on hold just for you to not even appreciate me.”

You turned around and pulled the door open but it was slammed shut by him.

“So you’re just gonna give up on me? Just like that?” he yelled.

You were furious. How dare he say that when he doesn’t have any right to

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve been trying so hard to pretend I’m fine but you know what the truth is, Bakugo. These last few moths have been hell, I don’t wanna be your friend. I wanna be so much more than that and I’ve been respecting your wishes and keeping it to myself but there are moments just like this where I think to myself that maybe I have a chance, maybe if I stay close to you; you’ll finally feel the same way, maybe-”

“Maybe I already do. Maybe I like you and maybeI just didn’t know how to say it, maybe I’m an idiot who took way too long to understand my feelings but maybe I want another chance… another chance with you” He interrupted.

You looked at him with wide eyes and said “If this is a joke it’s really not fu-”

Then it happened something you’ve been wanting for so long but never expect to actually happen. He kissed you. Bakugou Katsuki was kissing you 

By the time you realized what was happened he’d already pulled away and with your foreheads touching he spoke 

“Y/N I like you. I really really like you and I know I don’t deserve another chance but I was wondering if you’d be mine?”

“You really are an idiot aren’t you, Katsuki?” I wrapped my hand around his tie and pulled him down to my level and kissed him again. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

“Of course it’s a yes you fucking idiot”

The End :3

A/N: not using DILF because by the dictionary, it makes me feel icky, so I'll use my own safety version which is DILC which means Dads I'd Like (to) Cuddle :)

DILC!bakugo who can never allow himself to let his daughter leave the nest, even when she's is a fully sophisticated woman.

He "wonders" off his patrol space to invade hers and bugs her with questions. Lunchtime's always, "do you eat well?" "I─" "─actually, I'll cook you a lunch, what do you want, chili pickled cucumbers or chikuwa cucumbers?" much to her disapproval even when she munches of seasoned, dried noodles. (she doesn't know this, but you watch Bakugo go to war with himself every morning to combat the urge to trim her sandwich into a cute bunny or kitty with the mold cutter like he used to do :()

Or when he buds in while she's handing a villain to the police, you can always count on Dynamight to bring up the conversation of finances like it's weather-talk. "Do you need any money? You don't have ta pay me back." No dad, you know how much I make because you're my boss, she'll think when her eye twitches with vexation.

Speaking of being the boss, he makes it very clear that the boss's daughter is off limits and there will be no such things as hidden office romances.

Of course, he's not being insufferable Y/N, he just wants to make sure Katsumi Bakugo is ready for what the world has in store for her. But when you finally rub his back and kiss his cheek while he watches her car clear his driveway with her fiancee onboard, he thinks maybe it's finally time to move on and spend his days with you by his side.

𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿'𝙎, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!─ k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. bakugo loves your "priceless" gift.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo x reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nothing except if you don't celebrate christmas I guess, the reader is a bit of an idiot, established flourishing relationship, fluff, blushy bakugo.

a/📓 : happy holidays!

Bakugo eyed at the dishonest rare Bronze age All Might trading card that was kept protected in a display case on his dresser as if it held some sort of significance.

To most hard-line All Might fans like himself, things like this were child's play; they could effortlessly purify which Bronze age All Might card was a trap and which was genuine by defining the colors. The real had the full art of the gorgeous number one hero Detroit smashing towards you in his black and red uniform. This was worth well over ¥40,000.

The fake, however, had the same accuracy as the real but wasn't worth much. The background color was the conclusive factor that directly divided the two cards. The actual card had an aureolin setting with a holographic rainbow that bedazzled your eyes when the desk light hits it. The phony had a lemon yellow setting with a nice holographic rainbow. Easy.

You were never an All Might fan and instead, you always leaned towards the lesser heroes like Fat Gum.

This means in some cases, that sketchy store clerk duped the shit out of you.

You spotted the item behind the store clerk's desk when you were shopping for clothing with your girls and immediately recognized it as something your boyfriend would like. The problem was that the clerk told an untruth and asserted that the fabrication was reasonably worth thousands of yen, thousands of yen a 3rd year like you wouldn't normally carry. So in response, you worked your ass off serving bitchy consumers teriyaki as a waitress to the level where Bakugo could only talk to you during school hours.

But when you came to him with frostnip nose and ears and a big, luminous smile when you gave up the card bandaged in a comic snowman wrapping paper, he wasn't sure what to exactly say.

"Do you like it? I heard that there are only four copies of it in the world," he remembers you sitting down next to him when you announced it, a smile basically polluting in the way you spoke. You were nearly bouncing the bed under him from excitement, awaiting acknowledgment from him.

Should the Bakugo risk admitting that it was fake, help get your money back and stake that chance of you getting embarrassed or say nothing and soak in the appreciation that you thought of him and not midoriya.

He voted the latter.

He memorized rebelling against the blushed smile that trudged onto his lips. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," he murmurs, feigning interest by flipping the card to its back.

"You know you love it! Stop that," you bumped into his shoulders, now glowing with gratification.

Bakugo won't cite that he loved it so much that he removed his real copy from its spot on the dresser and replaced it with yours.

a/n 📓: so to add a little background into this, I was online window shopping on esty and I find these!!!

a/n 📓: personalized wedding cufflinks!!! and while I'm still in high school and not planning on getting married yet, can you imagine bakugo wearing these?! God, it's so sweet! I had to write a little blurb about this.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. unproofread (ill re-read and correct stuff later), fluff, gender-neutral, flustered bakugo, kinda rushed, I used katsuki instead of bakugo because I am close to him

The day before your wedding, bakugo imprints your initial as well as his on his two golden studs. It's a touching gesture that goes unnoticed for two years after your marriage.

That is, until you move into a wider home and need to pack up.

A room containing sharpie-identified boxes crowned by other boxes is revealed to you when you enter the room. In the bedroom, nothing was left unboxed except the bed and the drawers. It was agreed that you would get new drawers and leave the old ones behind and of course, you would pack up your bed when the moving truck arrived tomorrow, the day of the move.

You kneeled to reach for the first district of the drawer as you plopped the tape dispenser along with three cardboard boxes on the floor. As you dug through your pile of clothes, you placed them neatly inside the box, and carried out the same manner with Katsuki's clothes, except his were collected in a separate box. You left two outfits out and placed them on top of the polished surface of the drawer to be worn for tomorrow.

You hear from outside the room a car beep along with a shut of the trunk. Katsuki found himself busy filling in the space in the car with the smaller items.

After you complete combing through the empty section, you tape the boxes shut and mark them with your black sharpie.

While spelling your name, you caught something that remained unpacked from the corner of your eye, sitting on your nightstand. Katsuki's waxed jewelry box.

Almost two years ago, it contained charms that you might expect every man to have, a tangled mess of stud earrings, rings, necklaces, and Jolly Ranchers candy wrappers.

Now, probing through the small box, you noticed nothing really had changed, except Katsuki now had a taste in Smarties.

There was one thing, however, that really caught your attention: the new shining studs from the box. You picked one up. It had a printed date on it, 5.17.19, or in other words, your wedding date.

You picked up its twin next which had something different imprinted on it. (Y/F/I) + K.

It's a small detail that makes your heart skip.

Katsuki knocks on the open door which causes your attention to flick to his eyes. He's leaning on the doorway with an eyebrow raised, "What are you doing?"

With glinting heart eyes, you point the cufflink towards him, "it has our initials on it! Did you do that?"

He squints his eyes to get a better view of it before the image clicks in his mind. You can see redness sweep across his ears, "yeah, so what?" He murmurs, embarrassed at being caught being sentimental.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's so cute," you say with a grin, turning your hand to stare at it again with a thumb running over the dents.

"What could I say? It wouldn't matter," he grumbles.

You're not angry that he didn't tell you, far from it actually. You're flustered that he would even go through something as so minor and charming as this even if it didn't get recognized. It conveyed to you how much he loves you and that none of this is for show.

The man even wears his wedding ring on rare occasions when you're both alone and unoccupied in your small apartment. You memorize toying with the ring on his finger while you rested your head on his lap watching movies at home unaccompanied.

Is it possible that a man would deliberately or unconsciously give the smallest details tremendous attention? It's not always the case, but for Katsuki, it will be.

IT'S YOUR FUNERAL — your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. k. bakugo x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded

When you shouted to the man who was currently attempting to squeeze your waist, the loud music drowned out your voice. Your words only became apparent when you pushed his hands away and salacity-filled eyes connected to those of your more adamant ones.

"Hm? What d'ya say, baby?" You shivered upon hearing the nickname he gave you.

"I said to leave me alone," you yelled again.

"Uh-huh?" he grins, finding your discomfort extremely amusing, "you want me to leave you alone?"

Firstly, you responded by asserting yes, but after some consideration, you decide that including, or else, is necessary.

When his head falls to his shoulder, he says, "or else what, baby? Whatchu gonna do if I don't?"

Frumpily, you reply, "I'll get my boyfriend."

"You'll go get your boyfriend?" He smirks, "where is he then?"

You point behind yourself at your golden-headed brute, decked in his finest. That would be some baseball cap and jeans adorned with a red wives-beater showcasing his enlarged biceps. "See him? He's got blonde hair. You can't miss it."

Unfortunately to your attacker, he does. He views you as pointing at the smaller, scrawnier blonde boy, with latte eyes rather than the much larger, bulkier, and crimson-eyed one he's talking to. The grin on his face only beams from knowing he would win if a fight broke loose because of his size and strength.

"Go ahead and get 'em, babe," He licks his lips as he anticipates victory, "I wanna talk."

Rolling your eyes at him, you contemplate how dumb and wacky he must be, but you keep that to yourself. Under the tinted lights, you see the aggressor's eyes watching you squeeze past sweaty bodies that flashed purple to blue and settles on pink before it shortly resets the rotation again.

As you catch how his eyes appear to magnify with uneasiness and how he clenches his jaw tight as you steer towards the larger blondie, you observe how he displays skepticism. Despite this, he holds firm.

From the corner of his eye, Kasuki notices you shakily emerging from the dancing bodies with a grimace glued on your profile. With a scowl on his face, he stares at you. "What's wrong?"

"Katsuki, some dude keeps trying to touch me," you whine, pointing to the guy who remains awkward in the middle of the dance floor. His stance reminds you of the stand you would take in front of your asleep parents to alarm them that you had vomited just moments ago. "He wanted to talk to you when I told him to leave me alone."

In response, Kaminari, the assailant assumed to be your boyfriend, whistles before smoothly vacating to bother Kirishima, as he does not want to be caught in Katsuki's wrath which occasionally tends to end up affecting everyone's day.

As Katsuki's eyes follow those of the guy who suddenly turns his attention to the people around him, he deepens his scowl even more. Your arm wraps around the arm of the man who kicks his feet off the wall, moving toward your aggressor. Contrary to you, he has an easy time crossing the dance floor, simply shuffling anybody off with a fuck off who tries to disrupt him.

As Katsuki approaches him further, it's hard not to assume the man is pissing his pants. Despite their similar height, he recognizes that he is standing in front of a fanatical hero who has doomed villains to the slammer half-dead with melted faces. The hero then asks, "Why are you bothering them?" But the man know it's bait to give him a story to fuck him up.

And as you expected, he turns into a little bitch. Although his mouth opens, closes, and opens again, he doesn't say anything. Rather than his randy stare that used to flit from your eyes to your waist, he now looks at you straight in the eye with fear as if he was begging for redemption. You don't grant him that kind of safety.

In the realization that he dug himself into this dilemma and only he can effort to dig himself out, he finally chokes out with his hands raised in the air, "L-Look, I didn't mean— It was a joke! I-I didn't realize they would take it—" before his words are cut short.

Katsuki's glare is venomous, "so you never took a hint after they told you to fuck off multiple times?"

It wasn't until the cold breeze that swept under your hair that you realized Katsuki was directing the man outside the club. Away from onlookers.

You could hear the man's heart drop before eventually, he is. Nevertheless, before that, he spewed out a topsy-turvy mess of "I-I— the music, it was— I couldn't—" before ultimately being clocked out by a fist that linked with his head. He falls backward onto the packs of stuffed garbage bags that end up ripping upon impact.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you say, depositing a stained, red kiss on his cheek.

In the end, Katsuki is content with the fact that the slimeball is sure to leave you alone, despite his irritation with the lack of brawl that the man seemed to be seeking before and was so confident about.

"Just doing my job, princess."

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. the reader is referred to as a witch so female reader, trauma, PTSD, comfort, angst, fluff, the reader is a bit awkward and forward but nonetheless a fucking badass, "smelly lemons" or any other strange named fruit/vegetable mentioned is make-believe, POC friendly, magic au, witch au, 1500s au, enemies to lovers

THE MAN-MADE MAN — BEGINNING (word count: 1k+)

INSTINCTS — MIDDLE

SURVIVAL — END

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (open):

@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp, @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki , @gonnafyourmom24-7

𝐓𝐀𝐆:

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘♡𝗥𝗧𝗦.𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

EARMARKS — k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. A museum date with your boyfriend takes you past two historical sculptures that were feuding a long time ago when rigid kings swore and slaves shriveled up in the hot sun. However, history does not tell the most of the truth.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. warrior!bakugo x goddess!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. the reader is referred to as a female, made-up religion, modern to past au, rivals to lovers au, enemies to lovers, a little bit of an greek mythology au, reincarnation au, character deaths, blood, death, romance, I swear this isn't as grim as it sounds, okay maybe a little, angst, forbidden lovers au ???? happy ending ????, tragedy

A withdrawn gaze meets yours as you stare into the eyes of a woman in front of you. However, despite being gray and quiet, they do not remain completely expressionless. Across her forehead, her eyebrows are hauled and wrinkles the skin, and her stone lips are softly parted, revealing one of her canines in a nasty scowl.

You think she sorta looks a bit like you, maybe just a bit more fierce and courageous.

By pulling on an arrow's twine with her forefinger, she pulls her arm back. You glanced to your left. It was directed towards the other sculpture.

Despite his armor-covered body, the sculpture's biceps and legs are exposed. While his face is preserved, it is possible to see the outline of his jaw and a strand of sharp-tipped hair peak that protrudes from the clear top of his helmet. One hand holds a spear in a throwing position and the other a shield plugged with three arrows, sheltering himself against the woman's many arrows.

There is more slight breathing in the eyes of the man beside you who was reading the passage on the podium.

"Do you think they liked each other?" You asked; though you knew the answer. It was pretty evident that they were opponents since the woman's stone eyes were markedly filled with hatred and disgust. You just wanted to start a conversation.

You see him eye you before he rolls them and taps the platform. "It says they lived more than two thousand years ago."

In pointing to the woman, he said, "She had the maiden name of Bena and was known as the Goddess of Chance. She led a nation called the Sunsword, and he," he said, pointing to the man, "He was known as Fimes. Fimes was just a mere mortal who enviously coveted her power.

Their long bloody battles focused primarily on land and power, and both were respected chiefs during that time despite the societal stigma regarding women in high places."

"She was a goddess?" You questioned, "as in, mysticism could've existed?"

Bakugo says with a shrug, "There's nothing really to suggest that it's true; most likely it's not. For one, this may just be something people back then believed, and two, they might've actually lived but the story was embellished to make it sound more dramatic and pleasing."

Recently, you realized what a nerd Katsuki can be when it comes to history, so you purposed the idea of taking a tour of the newly opened museum as your third date.

Whether you knew them or not, you enjoyed hearing him rant about historical facts.

Anyways, an reflective sheen from the surface of a nearby object snags away your attention; "hmm, hey, let's take a look at that."

During your tug, your arm is slipped around his, allowing the two adversaries a minute alone before a second couple encroaches on their space in awe of their spectacle.

The battered earth, rich with the blood of fallen soldiers, is the only witness to this affair.

The fragments of a cracked helmet and two halves of a bow burrow themselves into the welcoming soil. Grunts and gasps fill the voiceless battlefield.

A strained Immortal straddles over an equally weakened mortal waist, holding his arms overhead as his red gaze stares up at her, his pupils bulging with dangerous determination.

The woman is the first to speak.

"You mortals at each given moment want but seldom give," you say, "behold where your gluttony has attained you."

A rasp forms in his voice, reeking of dehydration. "Is it demeaning to want you?" he asks.

"The situation is the utmost bothersome," you assert, "you exist unmarried, in search of a spouse, and yet turn hence the most quaint and liberal distaff in your homeland who throw themselves at you. I cannot compare to those folk, but yet you desire me. It is clear that you only desire my ability."

"It's not about superiority as you think. You're the most quite quaint and forgiving mistress I've ever discerned. I will never find fulfillment by spending time with anyone else,"

"Chance is my own divine duty; I must be—"

"—Therefore, why do you refuse to let me have a chance with you? Are you willing to relinquish thousands of lives just to prevent it?"

He leaves you astounded for a moment, yet, not for too long, but before you could open your mouth, he immediately demands, "what do I lack for you to fill your heart with?". The question nearly exhausts you.

"What?"

"You mentioned that we rarely give. What do I need to share with you to earn your favor?"

Seeing your gape, he looks back with eyes that display uncharacteristic nervousness. His right eye has swelled and started to leak into a pale purple and his cheek, where your arrow had scarcely chafed him by a few inches, is bleeding profusely. You, however, breathe unblemished. Within an hour, you had scars that run down your arm, but they quickly healed, leaving no evidence of their existence, no matter how insignificant they were. It all reminds you of your curse and his gift.

"You lack perpetuity, Katsuki."

The name of his family has never entered your lips, let alone his first name, but after realizing the grim actualization, you accidentally utter it.

"You'll perish one day and I'll be left behind. I can't love you."

Bakugo uses your vulnerability to slowly flee your grasp, and he props himself up with his forearms, "but you do. I see it in your eyes."

With a nod, tears starting to veil your vision, you say, "yes, I do. You're quite a brute and yet I recognize a generous side of your courage toward the people you honor..."

At that moment, your words begin to flutter away as he draws you into a kiss, a kiss that fills your mouth with the tang of caramelized blood.

You cannot feel his hand on your back anymore since you are too far back; it is instead deposited on the ground scrambling to find something. You're combed again, but this time you're punctured deep within with a sharp object, and instead of comfort you're flooded with pain.

He engulfs your cries in a kiss as he drives the edge deeper into your spine. In an attempt to quiet you, he kisses your forehead and whispers sweet words, but they have no power on you as you feel yours slowly evaporating from your body.

"It'll stop hurting soon, I promise." He hums over your cries, "I cannot make myself immortal nor can I assume you can, but I will make sure we're together in the hereafter."

Over time, your whimpers melt away into white noise and your eyes lose their style and zeal. The only person who remains in this field is he who will cradle your corpse in his arms before ultimately pointing the dagger at himself after making sure to hold the edge in your spine for a minute so that your body couldn't mend itself.

Your eyes attract back to the woman.

She really does look a bit like you.

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo (1k+ words)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

THE MAN-MADE MAN -> INSTINCTS -> SURVIVAL

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Winter was your favorite season. It's not as popular with others because for them, it's a sign of disease and devastation, whereas, for you, it's a sign of secrecy. You also love silent. Due to the harsh weather during this time, visitors are few because they stay away, leaving you alone until the spring arrives. Of course, you don't allow that to take place.

At least, that's how you perceived it.

As part of your daily routines, you searched for smelly lemons, shimmer peaches, serimansi, and other one-of-a-kind fruits...

...and the next thing you know, you're studying the blurred footprints that marred the eight-inch veil of the December bed, ruining the perfect, clean appearance. The majority of them were similar to yours but much bigger and wider, and the other, smaller distinctive couple; you shortly recognized as paws. Men and men's best friends.

In front of them, there was a track with much bigger footprints, ones you couldn't recognize since the men's shoes combined with them.

Moreover, blood had dyed the snow crimson red. A great deal of blood, actually.

"Okay," you whispered to yourself. Almost unnerving is the sight.

The blood trail eventually led you to the camp where they were hiding. Towards the end of the bloodshed, a fur tent appears, and you prepare yourself to attack. Despite this, when you fling it's flimsy doors open, there was only a large patch of blood in the middle, with no signs of human life and a heck-ton of blotted bandages. With no need to stay longer, you exited.

"Okay," you think to yourself, ignoring the other footpath that trailed off behind you, "they were presumably hunting and one of their comrades might have been in—"

Your heart lunges into your throat as you hear a loud, nasty roar that you immediately identify as that of a bear. In a minute of stillness, you whip around again, anticipating finding an agitated and ravenous bear behind you, but you're met with your own swirling winter wonderland in its place.

A second one passes by and your eyes fixate on a bush farther away from the campsite.

Strenuous huffing led you to a bush of early dragon oranges. As you gently parted its snow-draped branches, you discovered a badly wounded animal lying upon the delicate snow, which had begun to blush and deteriorate the longer it was left exposed.

You knelt and deposited your basket of unusual fruits onto the crunchy snow, greeting the dying beast with cold coos that nearly bordered aloofness; "oh you poor thing."

By brushing your hand across its damp, tawny brown coat that was salted with snowflakes, you caressed the bear's more bloodless side while he grunted at you, reasonably bothered by your presence.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" you questioned, even though you didn't expect an answer. The debilitated creature could do nothing more than grunt and huff from the discomfort and compile snowflakes on his back.

The bear was a grizzly, and it was quite large for its species. Bears, nonetheless the militant varieties, rarely visited your woods —in fact, nobody ever has— but the actuality that such an aggressive bear was plugged with arrows is indicative that he brought the guests from the outside.

You nudged on the nearest arrow to you which prompted a pained growl from the grizzly. You droved your fingers over the craved craters of its narrow post and nodded the turkey feather laced with twine for its end. Wouwodo men, one of the worst.

Due to your mistrust of people, and theirs of you, you carved out your own corner of the world that lay far off of people's maps. Only the critters that could withstand such endless, extreme weather, and pretty much anything that didn't have a voice to cry "witch" was allowed to loiter around.

"We found it's track! It's over here!"

Or just a voice in general.

You jumped upon hearing the familiar echoes of Elkhounds barking and men crying out to their comrades as you stood up.

Despite knowing they were only there for the bear, it was impossible not to think they were here for you as well; that they had returned to put you on a stake and set you ablaze after all these years.

Plus, you didn't like the impression of your peace expiring.

You couldn't allow that to happen— you wouldn't allow that to happen.

You busy yourself by working on dissecting the smelly lemon seeds and grinding down other herbs you've collected using your mortar and pestle when a loud groan comes from behind you.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping since morning," you say, casually, "though, you should've been sleeping all winter since, you know, you're a bear—"

"—What the hell...?"

"And that would've been better since you've caused me a lot of trouble—"

"Who the fuck are... Where..."

"—But since I felt bad for you and I'm a good person, I nursed you back together."

"I—"

Turning around to face the man who was filled with numerous emotions, too many emotions for your liking, you stated, "I'm sorry if you don't like being a little less hairless for a while, but I found it easier to perform the procedure if I transformed yourself into a human. You had a lot of toxic arrows in you, I'm surprised you even held up for that long."

In the deafening silence, he stared back at you with confusion and perhaps some irritation on his handsome face. Although he was a grizzly bear, his hair was quite blonde and spiky. He was naked, yes, but you wrapped him in a blanket and bandaged his body when he rested on your small couch. His feet dangled over your 170 cm sofa, which gave you the impression that he was much taller than 5 ft.

"By the way, this wasn't a free service," you say in a matter-of-factly tone. "I've decided you should be charged for your medical care and the fact that you trespassed on my private property. I would not have done that if you had stayed a bear and hadn't brought the Vikings with you."

A hush falls upon both of you.

"Any questions? You've seemed to had a lot earlier."

The man, still stupefied, asks, "how the hell am I talking?"

As you stand up and place your collection in your cupboard for safekeeping, you explain, "You're really just talking in bear tongue, but I've got it translated so it comes out naturally for me. Anyways, That's it. Since you interrupted my tasks—"

"Wait, hold on!" He shouts, sitting up straight and tense, "who are you? Where am I? Why am I like this— transform me back! What makes you think I'm gonna— gonna... " He breathes, then shallows before sighing when you look at him imperturbably. "What's happening?"

Sighing, you replied, "I saved you from being worn as a coat, okay? And so in return for all I've done for you, I expect you to help keep the house clean. You should show me more gratitude."

With just a click made by the friction between your thumb and middle finger, your extended wool shawl drifts towards you and wraps itself around your shoulders, "I've always wished to see what I'd look like in a bear cloak, so follow my instructions and neither of us will have to find out."

This time, he glares at you, "when do I get to leave?"

The next moment, you grabbed your basket from your table and said, "As soon as I say," and with a flick of your wrist, great winds invaded your chimney, flushing out the black fume of chard wood and swept you away.

DIAMOND MEN WILL BEND ! ─✦

─✦𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰. There is nothing quite like the strength of a man who can carry the weight of the world with just the tips of his fingernails. But he crumbles, however, under the fiery gaze of his lover. That man is Bakugou.

─✦𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰. viking!k.bakugou x fem!reader

─✦𝔠𝔴. bkg kneels and kisses our feet for forgiveness <3 (and as men should when they upset us, but they're not ready to hear that </3)

The diamond metaphor is one that Katsuki is fond of using to describe himself. Similar to him, they are both strong, stable, and quite pleasing to look at (well, at least to his closest companions ─ his enemies usually tremble at the sight of his bladed hair arriving over the horizon rather than his bladed swords).

You are also referred to as a diamond by Katsuki, though, he wouldn't admit it out in public. Like your sparkling competitors, you were strong, steady, and had a way of forcing greed upon others.

Together, you two are like two diamonds.

But as you may know, it takes one diamond to spilt the other.

When Katsuki push opens the door to your home, he finds you seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, engaged in a novel. Despite your book's walls covering your grimace, Katsuki was still able to see it ─ to feel it.

As he approaches your warm spot, he noticed that your shoes had lingered on your feet, and he promptly sinks to his knees in front of you. He then later hoists his heavy, flammable cloak away from the flames of the fireplace.

"Speak to me, my love. What can a man that is as vile as I do to earn your forgiveness?" he says softly as he loosens the tie's knot of your right foot, removing your sandal.

He rubbed your foot gently in silence, waiting for you to return his plea with something snippy. He later plants a kiss on its boney region when he doesn't get so much of a squeak from you.

He looks up at you while his hands massaged the kiss into your foot. Although your eyes were fixed on your book, for twenty minutes, you had been staring blankly at your page, too distracted to continue reading.

An annoying smile spreads across his face as he continues to kneed your foot. "Do you want me to sing a bird song for you, diva? To alleviate the bitterness your poor bastard of a husband placed upon you?" he asks. "Or would you rather remain indignant just to make me stand on my knees for a short while longer?"

He then plants another kiss on your foot, but you snag it away and Katsuki watches it disappears beneath your flimsy dress before he can place one more.

A snarl emanates from you, "get up, Katsuki. Nobody wants to see a powerful man like you grovel on the floor knowing he can just take what he wants."

"You do," Katsuki replied with a cat-like grin. "You love it when I get down on my knees for you and know how to make me do it, which is why you act up all the time."

You bring your foot out of the midst of your dress to attempt to give him a well-deserved knock on the head. But he counters, however, grabbing you by the ankles as he rises, threatening to pull you out of your seat.

"Katsuki─!"

"Say you forgive me!" He laughs, pulling you closer to the edge.

"Put me down─ you fucking meathead! I forgive you!"

"Very well," he says, pleased with your response and dismissing your comment as he carries you to the bed.

━the god fraud━☂☄

☄. *. ⋆ and so it was, in the soldier's death, he found a love, that took his breath. he passed away, with a smile serene, for he knew his love, would always be

☄. *. ⋆ mortal warrior!k.bakugou x goddess of death!reader, death/happy end, comfort, fluff, greek mythology au

THIS MAN IS A FRAUD.

A god fraud.

It was a source of laughter for your blessed companions,

"The number of lives he has taken exceeds yours, Y/N." Kaminari, the God of mischief laughed like he had done to the local when he turned his wife into a donkey. "Perhaps you should consider retiring."

Which you did not. Even though you were put on hold by a rage-fueled mortal wielding a generational sword, you still had the inviolable responsibility of guiding the soldiers' souls he'd released into Aizawa's lair.

Besides, all mortals must die regardless of the circumstances. His death is inevitable as the ones he lay on the ground.

So you'll lend him the role of cessation for a while, like a father lending a sharpened sword to his son and instilling the belief that he is an indomitable warrior. You'll let him believe that he is unmatched and immortal forever.

But when that time comes, when that boy finally pokes his eye out with that sword, you'll be there to re-establish your role as death and steal Bakugou Katsuki's final breath.

KNOWN AS A MAN WHO accusingly took more lives than the goddess of death herself, Katsuki has both chased and retreated from the cold grip of death.

With every throat he slit, a chest he punctured, an arm he separated from its host, he delivers his promise to kill for the one that he loves and his people worship.

Which, for the unfortunate case of a mortal like himself, is you.

Death.

He's attracted death.

And death is attracted to him.

Everywhere he travels, there's death. He brings death for death to see death.

Because you are a vision of serene tranquility and peacefulness. You have a calming presence that eases the pain and suffering of those around you.

Your eyes are deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate. Your skin is smooth and flawless, as if untouched by the harsh realities of life.

You are dressed in a gown of black silk that shimmers in the moonlight, and your movements are graceful and fluid as if you were dancing to the silent melody of groaning men inching on the threshold of death.

And as you approach, goners can sense a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of roses and lilies.

But Katsuki smells the faint scent of those roses and lilies from a safe distance as he watches you beckon with a gentle hand to invite those who are ready to leave the world and join you in the afterlife.

Because just like any mortal who fears the unknown, Katsuki is afraid of dying.

Which is quite strange for a man who indulges in the death of others.

But it's human to wonder if he'll be treated the same (or even better) as the bodies that lay around him- if he'll be touched with hands as cold as the heart of a blizzard or hands warm like sand in the morning dew.

So for now, he'll patiently be impatient as he gets the sweet rift of roses and lilies from far away.

THERE COMES A DAY THAT everybody looks forward to.

It might be the delivery of new life.

It might be a day when you and a significant other celebrate accomplishments.

Or it might be a holiday.

And fortunately for Katsuki's rivals, that day has come.

The delivery of death.

His death.

A death that's taken rain check after rain check...

Until now.

Katsuki is laid on his back, the sword still punctuated in his loyal heart that works even on its deathbed to provide blood for the rest of his body, blood that'll never reach its desired place and instead dye the grass red below him.

He probably has thirty seconds left in him.

Anybody would've died the second the sword entered their chest, but because katsuki was strong and careful of what to eat, he lasted longer.

Painfully longer.

But Katsuki gratefully uses twenty-two seconds to reflect on his life.

He was a good man, Katsuki pulls himself to finally agree, wasting twelve seconds of the precious time he has left, he killed to protect.

Katsuki was at least glad he was left in a position where he could see the night sky. He had heard that the star, a star his people named Evënus, shined brighter than the others on the day of his birth.

And while he didn't get the chance to witness it, he sees it now, shining brighter than the others near the constellation Scorpius.

He spends two more seconds just staring at Evënus.

Will your hands be warm? He wonders for just a second.

He then feels his head being elevated and placed on a soft and comfortable surface.

Then, those eyes, deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate, that he had come to both love and fear, blocked his view from the sky.

He was now knocking on death's door.

Or, just laying on death's thighs, scented as if they were just running threw a rose and lily field.

Without thinking (his brain may be draining out of blood), he opens his mouth,

"Goddess, before I go, I want ta' confess something to you. I love you. I have came to accept death, 'cause I knew that in your embrace, I would find eternal peace and love."

26.

You reply, your fingers swimming in the blonde tufts of his hair, feeding onto his forever slumber,

"warrior, your words are kind, but you mistake the nature of my embrace. I do not offer love or peace to those who come to me. I offer only the end of life, the release from pain and suffering, and the return to the cycle of existence. Death is not something to be loved or feared, but simply accepted as a natural part of life."

27.

Katsuki nuzzles into your touch, his words becoming limited, "'m love you."

28.

You reply, a smile gracing you lips- gracing him,

"Your words are sweet, warrior, but they are also a distraction from the truth. Death is not a lover or a friend, but a force of nature, like the wind or the rain. It comes when it must, and it takes what it will. You cannot bargain with-"

29.

Katsuki repeats, cutting you off. You fill his head with so many words, but he comes out with three that share one syllable, "'m love you."

30.

"Your love is a gift, warrior, but it is also a burden. Do not cling to it too tightly, or it will become a weight that drags you down into darkness. Remember that death is not an end, but a transition."

You wait for a response, and after a few seconds and his eyes shut close, you think that he'd already kicked the bucket.

But his final breath brushes against your bare tights, "'m love you."

A few instances pass by and you determine Bakugou Katsuki, your imposer, and admirer has finally passed. All you had to do now is snap the strings that tether his soul to his body.

But first, you kiss his forehead, the niche of bare skin between his eyebrow.

Then, a foggy outline of Katsuki, dressed the same way he died, sits up from your tights as if he was just getting out of bed.

You revealed a hand to him as you got up.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you cross the barrier."

You've helped Katsuki cross the barrier dozens of lifetimes. You don't think he's afraid anymore because while living Katsuki doesn't remember, his soul remembers you, and all the encounters you've made in his past life.

And though you tell him to give up, chase someone who he can grow old or die with him, he remains persistent.

He wraps his hand around yours, but not before he plants a kiss on top of it.

And you've grown to anticipate his next encounter.

You press a kiss into his cheek,

"we'll meet again Katsuki, I'll be waiting."

TWELVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR YEARS LATER, Katsuki still can't get off the thrill of being close to death, which is why he became a perfect pro-hero.

Somehow, he feels more connected to being close to death than experiencing the lifts of being alive.

It's as if someone is waiting for him on the other side,

And he is too.

Dealing with Teen Pregnancy with the MHA Boys

Ft. Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kaminari, Sero x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual activity, teen pregnancy, mentions of abortion

Note: I pictured this to take place in your third year of high school when I wrote this so just keep that in mind

Eijirou Kirishima

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Being shy and falling for Bakugo would include...

You first caught Bakugo’s attention during the UA entrance exam

You demonstrated the potential of your quirk flawlessly; he immediately saw you as a rival

Once classes started, he began to notice that your personality didn’t seem to match with the power that you were capable of

You seemed so unassuming and quiet

And despite his harshness: you were still compassionate

Even though your quirk was one of class 1A’s best, you often went unnoticed

The first time (after the entrance exam) that Bakugo ever really paid you any attention, was in the Sports Festival

Relatively early on, you had been in a match against Bakugo, and you lost

But, unlike many of your other classmates who he had faced - you put up a strong fight

 You had used your quirk in a unique and skillful way that (although he’d never admit it) impressed him

After the festival had ended, he had approached you when no one else was around

admittedly, you were terrified and had no idea what he wanted

for a moment he just glared at you

you were sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest (which was partly down to terror and partly down to the fact that he was undeniably v e r y attractive)

and after what felt like f o r ev e r,,, he turned to leave

but just before he left, he said

‘you’re stronger than you look, for a scrawny, little extra’

and that was the beginning of your HUGE crush on Bakugo

(and i mean h u g e)

so after that, Bakugo began to stick up for you more

not in the most noticable way, but it was there

whenever you spoke, he would be quiet (which literally e v e r y o n e noticed except you)

but if anyone commented on it he would return to his normal angry self

probably insulting you and whoever challenged him for good measure

Bakugo actually asking you out would have been a horrendous experience

he probably have said that he was going somewhere at the weekend and that if you happened to be in the same place at the same time he might not leave

the entire thing was a mess

poor boy is just very socially inept

after the awkwardness of the first initial date, you actually enjoy yourselves a lot and go on a lot more after that

but you don’t make anything official until one day you’re out together and some weird guy starts hitting on you

you get super uncomfortable and sorta shrink behind Bakugo 

hes absolutely fuming

 let’s just say he puts the guy back in his place

 after that he walks you home

when you get to the door, you kiss him lightly