I went to a wedding like a month ago and started a wip about a wedding meet cute with Bakugou that was supposed to be like 2-3k words but never finished it and I’m so mad bc it should be easy but school was so hard and UGH
but!!!!! it made me think about being friends with benefits with Bakugou and having just finished sleeping with him, rolling off of his chest as you both lay beside each other trying to catch your breaths. and you ask him if he’d like to go to to your friends wedding with you next weekend? that he doesn’t have to come, but you’d like to have some arm candy with you?
and at first, he doesn’t answer. gets kind of fidgety, scratches at his chest, murmurs under his breath that he’s not sure, he might have a shift, he’ll have to check later. and how can you not take that as a rejection? as a show of only being good enough for private time spent together, but unable to be seen together, publicly, as his date?
so you gather your things, quickly and embarrassed, stutter out that you were just joking, just fucking around and playing. you’re scurrying out of his apartment before he can stop you despite his pleading to hear him out.
and do you ignore him the entire weekend of the wedding? how couldn’t you, when you show up, dateless, with the memory of only being filled sexually but never emotionally? and does Bakugou regret it the entire time? how couldn’t he, when he was only tongue tied and nervous because he couldn’t believe the person he’s been in love with for months wanted to do more than just lie underneath him?
Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Use of Ground Zero as Bakugo’s hero name, Happy Ending. Word Count: 20k, Status: Complete. Summary: Hero work leaves little time for anything that isn’t hero work. Bakugo knows that, but it doesn’t make him want you any less.
1) The First Time, 2) The Last Time, 3) The Time After, 4) Epilogue.
-> Masterlist
pairing : pro-hero shouto x reader
rating : explicit
my fic for the @mybigbangacademia collab with art by @king-bito
warnings : explicit content, oral (fem-receiving), consensual collaring (fem-receiving), shouto chooses what reader wears a few times, minor dom/sub dynamics, drinking, mention of arm injury, mention of minor foot injury, food consumption, references to anxiety, yandere-adjacent todoroki
summary :
As a member of the Todoroki clan, Shouto knows better than anyone all the vile, base, and impulsive things he’s capable of. Too bad you’re something of a lightning rod for every possessive instinct he’s ever had. What’s worse? You don’t want him to stop.
chapter one (wc 13,000)
chapter two (wc 7,800)
is it a man? a beast? no! it's the abominable gojo!
synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first
pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader
content: mdni, angst and fluff and eventual smut, cryptid!Gojo, this one is probs gonna get REAL insane, reader trying her best to tame this beast, he's man-like but i mean still-, forced cohabiting, is it kidnapping if he doesn't know what kidnapping is?, soft (and fuzzy!) Gojo, somehow we've landed on monsterfucking guys this is my formal apology, EXTREMELY protective gojo, hurt/comfort, more tags to be added!
observation logs
one | two | three | four
five | six | seven | eight
nine | ten | eleven | twelve
yeti!Gojo's notes
first thoughts |
fanart for it here !!
asks ... #re: snowed in
pls lemme know in comments if you wanna be tagged<3
Continuation of Part 4
Walking back to the table, you notice Hitoshi eyeing you suspiciously. Part of you felt guilty towards Hitoshi considering what the two of you did this morning, while the other part of you felt smug that you finally one-uped the most notorious player on campus.
Casually, you sit next to Hitoshi which was Touya's previous spot. Reaching across the table, you grab your bag and open it again to finish eating your donut. Tomura was now diagonal from you and was shooting you a questioning look.
"Where's Touya?"
"I saw him go into the restroom as I came out." The lie rolled off your tongue easily, not even batting an eye as you take a bite of your donut. It tasted even sweeter than before.
Hitoshi shifts next to you, moving slightly closer as you stared back at Tomura innocently. Yo and Keigo were on the other side of Hitoshi and Tomura respectively, lost in their own conversation. Tomura's gaze was calculating, which was starting to make you uncomfortable. You assumed he was the quiet stay-in-my-business type, but now you weren't so sure. Thankfully Keigo noticed you were back and spoke up.
"Hey, (Y/n), are youf doin' anyfin' tonight?" The question was muffled around a mouthful of donut.
"Nope. Just free-loading with this guy." Elbowing Hitoshi playfully, you spare him a glance seeing that he was already staring at you with a gaze you didn't quite understand.
Looking back to Keigo, your answer seemed to trigger his memory of what he walked into this morning. His chewing slowed and Hitoshi shifted next to you again also noticing Keigo's gaze.
"Riigghhttt..." Keigo swallowed, uncertain, "well I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with us tonight? It's being held at the same place as before."
Memories from that night flooded your mind and you couldn't help but sigh. That's when this whole mess started.
"Why do I get the feeling all you do is party?" You teased Keigo instead, setting your donut down on the bag as you leaned back into your seat. Your hands found their way to your lap, accidentally brushing against Hitoshi's hand which was resting on his thigh. His other hand was visible on the table, playing with the lid of his coffee cup absently.
Hitoshi subtly moves his hand and brushes against yours again, the two of you having your hands next to each other under the table.
Holding back a shy smile, you bite your lower lip as Keigo rolls his eyes. "We're in college! Partying is part of the learning experience!"
Just then, a body slumps into the seat in front of you. Everyone turns and looks at Touya whose gaze was solely fixated on you.
You tilt your head slightly in question, innocent enough for everyone else at the table but the knowing glint in your eyes had Touya's eyes flashing.
Hitoshi's hand twitches against yours under the table.
A closer look at Touya and you could see the flushed glowing skin on his cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, you lift the hand not next to Hitoshi and break off a piece of your donut, biting into it slowly.
"Are you good?" Hitoshi asks, speaking up for everyone at the table. Touya never breaks his gaze from you.
"Never better."
His words were low and knowing, but you shrug nonchalantly and turn back to Keigo. "Sure, I'll go."
"Yessss!" Keigo pumps the air with his arm.
"Go where?" Touya asks, and you can see him still staring at you in your peripheral.
"Oh, I just invited (Y/n) to the party tonight!" Keigo explains before turning to scold Yo for sneaking two more donuts.
Touya hums from across the table, probably thinking the same thing you did. You couldn't help the blush that found its way to your cheek, but you busied yourself with the donut, not looking up at anyone.
"I'll go too," Hitoshi speaks up suddenly, removing his hand from under the table to lean back and stretch his hands above his head. Keigo gasps harshly and everyone else at the table turns to look at him in surprise.
"You? At a party?!" Yo gaps at Hitoshi, chewed-up donut visible in his mouth. Hitoshi grimaces in disgust and looks down at his coffee before looking to stare at Touya.
"Why not? It seems as though I missed out on these 'learning experiences.'"
Touya didn't say anything in return but met Hitoshi's gaze head-on, his stare cold and unwavering making an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.
~*~*~*~*
Breakfast ended soon after that as classes were starting for a few people, including you.
You parted ways with Hitoshi after discussing class schedules and deciding on a place to meet so you two could both head back to his dorm before the party.
Class went by in a blur, a few people talking about the dorms that got shut down and the few scandalous roommate situations that had come up as a result.
You tried eavesdropping on a few conversations wondering if your name would come up. Hitoshi was a low-key person, but since he was close friends with some notorious people on campus, you weren't sure what to expect.
"I tried asking Touya if I could stay with him, but he didn't even pay attention to me!" A girl whined to her friends in front of you as you flipped a page in your notebook, pretending to take notes.
A few of her friends 'awed' in pity, trying to console her. "Well, you know what they say about Touya...you should've known he wouldn't go back to you."
One of the friends spoke up truthfully and another shot her a 'shut-up' look. However, the girl whining only sniffed and nodded her head solemnly.
"Yeah...I know. If only I could relive that night again..." she sighs dreamily. This time all of her friends echo her dreamy sign.
"We all do," they say simultaneously.
Yikes.
Your lips curl up in disgust and tune them out, not bothering to listen to whatever details they were going to relive.
Absently, you start doodling on the paper. Little hearts and flowers scattered along the border. Your mind wonders to this morning, before the coffee shop. Sure, discovering you had somehow managed to one-up Touya was surprising, but Hitoshi's coy smirk was lodged in your brain.
The sound of his voice when he called you 'kitten' or just the simple fact he gave up his room for you to sleep in for however long you needed.
Not to mention the almost-kiss you had. Lately, it seemed like you've had a few of those close calls which didn't settle right in your stomach. First with Touya and then with Hitoshi, but out of the two, you felt more drawn to-
Your phone buzzed twice in succession, snapping you out of your daze.
brainwxshed: hey
bvrnt.eros: hey
Are you fucking kidding me?
You look at both messages, torn between who to answer first or if you should even answer them at all. Touya was the troubled one and the one you weren't too happy with at the moment no matter how downright sinful he was.
Hitoshi on the other hand has done nothing wrong to warrant your anger. Putting your pencil down, you slouch lower in your seat and open your phone, tapping on Hitoshi's message.
you: hii
You see him typing, but your fingers itch to tap on Touya's message too.
Should I? What does he have to say? Is he going to talk about this morning? Is he-
brainwxshed: sooo about this party later...what should i expect? fuck that sounds so lame...
You smile fondly.
you: you don't have to go if you're uncomfortable. im not to big on parties either. I just went to one that one time.
And look at my consequences.
brainwxshed: im going if you're going. gotta protect my little kitten.
brainwxshed: *the little kitten.
Your face heats and you drop your phone on your desk, holding in a squeal. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as it did backflips. Asshole. You knew that wasn't a typo and he was teasing you again but you couldn't find it in you to be mad.
Rubbing your face with your hands, you pick your phone up and switch to Touya's message to hopefully calm down.
you: what?
bvrnt.eros: hm...you're cold, (Y/n). i think i should be the one mad at you for what you did to me this morning.
Yep. There it is.
you: not my fault.
bvrnt.eros: oh dollface...but it was. walking off like that and leaving me alone to take care of myself after you made me so fucking hard...
Conflicting emotions shot through you.
you: again...not intentional so it's not my fault.
bvrnt.eros: i don't think you understand the concept of sexting, let me explain-
Gritting your teeth, you go back to Hitoshi's message.
you: protection from...?
brainwxshed: hey, you never know. i've heard stories and one thing i know for sure is that college parties are never good☝🏻...and they're crowded.
you: ahh...is that why you never went to one?
brainwxshed: ...partially. but also, why go when i can watch studio ghibli films in my dorm and draw?
Just then another message popped down from Touya.
bvrnt.eros: so sexting is basically like dirty talk over text. i said you made me hard this morning and i jerked off to the thought of you in the donut shop bathroom and you're supposed to respond with something sexy to keep the conversation going.
Oh my-
Angrily you tap on the message.
you: im not stupid and im not sexting you.
bvrnt.eros: boooo 🍅
You tap back to Hitoshi's message.
you: that sounds nice actually. if you wanna stay in your dorm, i'll stay with you.
brainwxshed: stay with me? careful kitten~ we might end up like this morning~
Your face heats up again.
you: i have no idea what you're talking about.
brainwxshed: 'stay with me' and i can show you later~
Another message from Touya pops down
bvrnt.eros: soo...this party tonight is kinda like our anniversary hm? how should we celebrate 👀
With every message Touya sends, you feel more agitated. He's ruining the mood that keeps building between you and Hitoshi. You swipe his message away and return to Hitoshi's message.
you: are you gonna kiss me for real this time?
Or so you thought.
bvrnt.eros: ...fuck.
bvrnt.eros: dollface i would kiss you all over if you let me.
Fuck.
Your body went ridged seeing Touya respond to the message meant for Hitoshi. Realizing you sent it to the wrong person and adding fuel to the fire that you were so desperately trying to put out.
Do I tell him that wasn't for him? Will he know I meant to send that to Hitoshi? How do I respond to Hitoshi now?
Your fingers twitch over your keypad, panic rising inside of you. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
bvrnt.eros: im looking forward to tonight, (Y/n).
Your fingers frantically type out many different forms of 'no' and 'that wasn't for you' but couldn't find one to settle on and send. The fact that Hitoshi was also waiting on a response made you panic even more.
Calm down, (Y/n).
Locking your phone, you set it down and take a deep breath. Deciding not to say anything more and make it worse, you shakily put your phone down and tune back into the professor who was dismissing the class.
You had to meet up with Hitoshi soon anyways and you weren't sure you could even look him in the eyes. Guilt washes over you, not knowing what to do or how to fix this situation. Tonight was not going to be fun.
~*~*~*~*
You met with Hitoshi soon after.
He was smirking at you avoiding him, but you knew he probably thought you were embarrassed from the text conversation when in reality that wasn't the case at all. Maybe under different circumstances you might've been, but because you were so careless-
"I need to stop at my old dorm and get extra clothes," remembering the text from this morning about the repairs not being finished and since you only packed for today, you needed more clothes.
"Sure," Hitoshi nods as the two of you begin to walk to the South dorms. "So..." he starts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
You gulp.
"So?"
Hitoshi smirks, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"So about earlier..."
"Earlier? What happened earlier?" Panic rose in your chest. Did he find out? Did Touya screenshot your message and send it to him? Oh God what if-
Hitoshi turns and cuts in front of you, a pierced eyebrow raised in concern. "The party. You never told me what to expect."
A heavy breath leaves you in a rush.
"Right. The party." Shouldering past Hitoshi, you try to calm down, opening the door to the South dorms, frigid air hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Cursing lightly, you walk faster to your room and fumble with the door, footsteps cautiously catching up.
"Um..." Throwing open the door, you let Hitoshi in as you go to rummage through your closet. "Well, there's going to be a lot of people and alcohol. Music can be expected too. Just typical college party stuff," you mouth off quickly, still rattled thinking that Hitoshi found out about earlier.
Hitoshi wasn't even paying attention, walking around your dorm room and observing the little trinkets and decorations you had. It's only been one night, but you did miss it here. You turn back to your closet and pack a week's worth of clothes just in case and shove them into a bag.
"I really hope they fix the heater soon. I don't want to overstay or anything," you comment absently, folding a pair of pants.
"I thought you liked staying with me?" Hitoshi's voice was low and closer than expected, making you jump. Well, that certainly didn't take long for him to bring that part of the conversation up.
It felt as though he was right by your ear and you couldn't find the courage to turn around. Shakily, you place the pants in your bag and sidestep before turning and walking to your dresser to pull out undergarments.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hitoshi still standing there, probably confused, before slowly turning towards you again.
"I do! I mean, thank you, but still. A week is a long time," you explain, counting off a checklist in your brain. Now...what to wear tonight...
You hastily pull open the bottom drawer, finding a short black dress you've only worn once before.
"Okay, I'm finished." Turning to Hitoshi, you shove the dress in the bag and walk back towards the door.
"Let's go, I'm freezing." Smiling innocently, Hitoshi regards you with a thoughtful look, not saying anything as you two leave the room. Locking the door and exiting the building was met with silence.
Hitoshi seemed lost in his thoughts and didn't say a word on the way back to his dorm for the two of you to get ready.
~*~*~*~*
The party was already packed by the time you and Hitoshi showed up. He stuck close to your side, looking uncomfortable at the number of people in such a small space. You didn't blame him, also wanting to get out of here as soon as possible and hopefully avoid Touya.
Of course, fate has other plans for you.
"(Y/n) and Hitoshi, over here!" Keigo calls out loudly over the music. Cursing, you trudge over and avoid looking at the piercing blue eyes already next to Keigo.
A warm flush finds its way to your face anyway and you manage a small smile at Keigo. Tomura and Yo were off to the side talking while drinking some beers. You try to recall if you saw them at the previous party but the only thing you remember is woodsy musk, sandalwood, and cigarette smoke.
I need to get out of here.
"Perfect timing! We were just about to play spin the bottle truth or dare!" Keigo motions to the large group of people surrounding the area and they cheer loudly.
Nope.
You take a large step back holding up your hands. "Have fun!"
"Awh c'mon, (Y/n)," Touya teases across from you. "It'll be fun. Just like last time." After stressing the last part, he glances at Hitoshi smugly and another wave of guilt washes over you.
You grit your teeth and shake your head, anxiety creeping up your spine. To your surprise, Hitoshi only steps forward.
"I'll play."
Keigo cheers excitedly, pumping his fist. "Oh, dude, this is the best day ever!"
Tomura had stopped talking to Yo, who was still talking regardless if Tomura was listening or not, observing the scene in front of him. Uncomfortable wasn't even a strong enough word you'd use to describe the situation.
Touya looked calm and collected as Hitoshi walked to stand next to him, the two of them now staring at you expectantly.
Purple and blue stared at you hotly, warmth spreading across your cheeks as they had looks of longing. Both held heat and memories of almost-kisses, but only one of them had a false knowing of what you said earlier.
"Uh..." Not knowing what to do, the whole group of college students now eagerly waited for you to answer.
"GUESS WHO'S BACK, FUCKERS!" The door slammed open suddenly, a loud voice ringing loud over the music.
Everyone turned to the door and loud cheers rang out, cutting the tension. Your shoulders sag in relief seeing Touya and Hitoshi finally look away from you. You follow their gaze seeing a blonde-haired man wearing black joggers and a black sweatshirt grinning manically at everyone welcoming him back.
"Kat!" Keigo calls out, running up to clap him on the back. "Man, this day really couldn't get any better!"
Well, at least someone is having a good time.
Kat claps Keigo on the back too and walks over to the group in front of you. Yo groans, making Kat roll his eyes and flick him on the forehead.
Yo scowls and rubs his head. Tomura greets Kat with a small smile and nod, offering to get him a beer. Touya grins and steps up, ruffling the spikey blonde hair making Kat snarl as he swats the hand away. Hitoshi was last, dapping up Kat fondly with a muted, "Hey, bro."
Hitoshi turns to you and motions you over.
"Katsuki, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Katsuki." You awkwardly smile, not sure if this was the right time to be meeting Hitoshi's roommate. Brother?
"Hey," Katsuki smirks, giving Hitoshi a look you didn't miss. Or Touya. "Hitoshi told me the situation already. It's cool if you still need a place to stay, but I'll need my room back."
The realization hit you suddenly and you risk a glance at Hitoshi who also had a small blush on his face, avoiding your gaze.
Seeing him blush made you blush more, awkwardly shifting your stance. Katsuki cackles at the sight of you and Hitoshi, but lays off the teasing, turning to Tomura who hands him a beer.
"So what are we doing?" He asks, biting the lid off with his teeth. Your mouth drops open slightly in awe as Keigo happily fills Katsuki in.
"Heh, spin the bottle, 'Toshi? What the hell happened when I was away?" Katsuki asks, shooting you another quick glance.
Hitoshi grumbles something you can't hear, making Katsuki smirk, and the both of them walk back to the circle. You go to follow and notice Touya's seething face once Hitoshi leaves your field of vision.
You quickly move away and go back to your previous spot, Tomura now standing next to you. "Are you okay?"
He whispered the question low, and you let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding.
"No."
Tomura reaches out a hand, concerned, and you grab it shakily. He squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back, thankful for the reassurance.
"Right! So who wants to start?" Keigo announces to the large group of college students. A lot of cheers and drunken words rang out.
Tomura keeps a hold of your hand, tucking into your side as you stare at the damned bottle on the table. Touya and Hitoshi were back to standing next to each other across from you and if they were staring at you and Tomura holding hands, you couldn't find it in you to care. Though you were sure Tomura was staring right back without a care in the world.
"You're going to have to make a decision sometime." Tomura lays his head on your shoulder, murmuring solemnly. The question doesn't surprise you since you noticed his observation skills, so you were sure he had caught on long ago.
"...I know," you mutter back, still staring at the bottle unblinkingly. It was nice to have someone to talk to. You haven't told anyone of the situation going on and the drama that followed, so finding comfort in Tomura was reassuring and needed. Although unexpected.
"Do you have any clue which one?" Tomura asks, the both of you locked in your own world, watching Katsuki be the first one to spin.
Do I?
Honestly, it felt like you've been debating this question constantly for the past few days. Both made your heart race with excitement. Touya kept you on your toes but had a bad reputation and a cocky attitude to match. Hitoshi was unexpected in the way he welcomed you with open arms, but loved to tease you endlessly.
As of right now, there were no cons with Hitoshi but yet something still prevented you from committing fully.
"Not a clue," you finally admit, leaning your cheek on Tomura's head.
Tomura hums and the two of you watch Katsuki dare Yo to do a keg stand. Yo blanches as the crowd starts chanting his name in encouragement.
"Great. Now I'll have to deal with that later," Tomura sighs, annoyed.
Yo glares at a smirking Katsuki before flipping himself into a handstand, his shirt falling down making the crowd whistle and catcall him jokingly.
"Hm?"
"Yo. He's my roommate and cannot handle anything more than 2 beers," Tomura explains. "Which, Katsuki knows that."
You hum again and watch Yo stumble back down on his feet, looking green. Katsuki throws his arm around Yo's neck, saying something which only had Yo hiccuping in response.
"Your turn to spin, Yo!" Keigo exclaims excitedly.
Yo sways to the table and half-heartedly spins the bottle. It didn't spin very much and slowly made its way to you. You grip Tomura's hand tighter, watching the bottle stop.
Keigo cheers loudly.
"Truth or dare, (Y/n)?" Yo slurs, trying to focus his gaze on you.
"Uh...truth?" You whisper almost shyly, hearing the crowd boo.
Yo holds a hand to his chin to think. "Hm...who do you like more-"
"Dare!" You cut him off, not wanting him to finish that sentence. You were not going to risk that. People cheer at your change of heart.
"Okayyyy," Yo hiccups, "I dare you to do a 7 minutes in heaven with someone."
Yeah, no, that's completely better.
Keigo all but squeals, looking like he just won the lottery with how this night is going and Tomura squeezes your hand again tightly.
"Spin," Yo motions to the bottle, waiting for you.
The air seemed to crackle with electricity as you reached for the bottle, spinning it as hard as you could, praying it'd land on anyone but those two.
Touya and Hitoshi's gaze intensely watched the bottle, as the rest of the group cheered unknowingly at the tension. Your palms felt sweaty as anxiety loomed over you seeing the damned bottle slow as it towards Touya and Hitoshi.
It came to stop and the crowd 'ooh-ed' trying to figure out who it was pointing at.
"Is it...both of them?" Tomura murmured in awe, as Keigo whistled.
"Alright, I'll be the judge!" Keigo walked over to you and squatted down to see who the bottle was lined up with. "Oh wow...I've never seen this before. Ladies and gentlemen, it's split down the middle...we have a tie!" Keigo announces, hopping up.
The crowd gets hyped, all the girls shooting you a dirty look, but you really couldn't care because you were seconds away from passing out.
"Well, (Y/n)? Which one are you going to choose?"
~*~*~*~*
Touya's hitlist taglist:
@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman @97britt
The Gojo heir doesn't have a soulmate.
When you're both children, you overhear him being referred to as inhuman, between his power and his lack of a mark. The next time you see him, you use a marker to write your name on his skin, too young to understand what it means.
You forget, but Gojo—
Gojo never does.
status: in progress
pairing: gn!reader x gojo
notes: this has been haunting me ever since i first posted the concept. hopefully it lives up to the idea! title is from hozier.
content: soulmate au (names written on skin), possessive gojo, more warnings to be added.
read on ao3
prologue - october 4
part one - tbd
part two - tbd
you've always wanted to know what it was like to fly but ideally not in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for two weeks.
in which you've been avoiding hawks and he figures it out - prohero!y/n x hawks
it was a beautiful day to have a day off.
the weather was perfect: sunny with a hint of breeze. not too warm for it to be uncomfortable but warm enough for a short-sleeved shirt, you didn't run into any unexpected incidents that suddenly required you to perform any hero work, just wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing but unwinding by yourself. the lunch you had was amazing too, you really ought to go back and try out their other dishes, maybe bring a few friends from the agency too.
it’s just a shame that you have to end the day in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for the past two weeks, feeling your feet dangle helplessly in the air as he carries you securely, albeit, uncomfortably.
"never knew hawks kidnapped people off the streets during patrol," you muttered, squinting as to combat the wind that was slightly drying your eyes.
"depends what your meaning of 'random' is because judging by your definition, you mean strangers-" he stops talking when you approach the top of fukuoka tower and the prohero sets you down carefully, although you still stumble.
your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the exhilaration of soaring through the air was slowly seeping out of your bloodstream. although you really couldn't tell if it was flying at the ridiculous height that was freaking you out or if it was just the natural effect hawks seemed to have on you. damn that pretty bastard.
he continues his previous statement "-you and i both know we're not strangers. so what gives? why are you acting like we are all of a sudden?"
you cling on to the hand rails of the tower. heights wasn't much of a challenge but with the man you've been pining over ever since you first met him? you might need a second.
you met hawks when your agency and his had formed an alliance and it just so happened that your assistants assigned your patrol times to align. hawks was the number 2 hero and you were eager to learn how he went about his day-to-day, hoping for some help on how to boost your own rating up whilst learning how he manages an agency at his young age. he entered the prohero industry not too long before you but given your similar ages, he definitely had a headstart so when the opportunity to collaborate together came, you jumped at the chance.
what you hadn't taken into consideration however, was the extent of his charming personality and how easy it was to get along with the wing hero.
patrols were fun, full of laughter and jokes whilst competing in friendly competitions in who could save more civilians and apprehend more villains. sure, you shouldn't be goofing around on the job but nobody had to know.
adding in hawk's good looks, it did not take long for you to fall ass first for him.
your first instinct was to keep about your interactions but eventually the pining got too much that you figured out ways to avoid him where possible. meetings were meetings, but patrol times? your sacred little pockets of moments together? those could be minimised.
you took on late nights, all the way into the early morning unlike the usual afternoon schedule you'd established for the longest time.
and the act worked! for two weeks that is because now you're standing in front of hawks who has swept you off the street and brought him to his favourite place in the city.
this sucked.
he looked perfect in the golden hour too, honey illuminating his skin with a gentle glow that only enhanced how irresistible of a man hawks is.
"i don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing gives," you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible, excusing your nervous movements by pretending it was the wind blowing in your eyes uncomfortably.
hawks scoffs, "yeah sure, just like how you're giving me nothing."
you can't resist the pout from creeping on your lips. "is that why you kidnapped me off the street? to ask what's wrong? you could've just stopped me instead of flying off like i'm some worm for you to feed your baby chicks."
"haha, real funny. bird jokes," he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips.
"you know you like them."
"not as much as i'd like it if you told me what was actually up with you. taking patrols at midnight? seriously? i know you like your sleep."
"personal matters," you lie. although, it wasn't really a lie - it was personal, the way he made you feel was absolutely personal.
"what about today? why didn't you tell me you were off today because we could've hung out and visited that farmer's market i know you like."
you shrug, "thought never occurred to me."
he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "okay, then why wouldn't you tell me your hours were changing? i wouldn't mind picking up some nights," he asks, bottom lip poking out a little as a he furrows his brows.
you put your head in your hand, "no- that would've been, nevermind."
"tell me," he pleads. "it would've been what?"
you hate the way he's looking at you with so much passion and intensity that it wants to make your heart lurch out of your chest and right into his hands. this would be so much easier if he just-
fuck it. "it would have defeated the purpose."
"so you’re avoiding me on purpose then. did i do something wrong? cause if i did-"
"no!" you exclaim suddenly, tone full of exasperation and desperation, conveying the frustration you've been feeling the past two weeks into one sudden syllable. it actually takes hawks by surprise because he stumbles back a little and there's a moment of silence where you're just gauging for each other's reactions. "i mean- no, you didn't do anything wrong, and that's the frustrating part."
you continue with little space for him to intercept, "it's just, oh what the fuck, i know i shouldn't be saying this because it's totally unprofessional and-"
"out with it, y/n."
"-i like you.”
the air choked at your sudden confession and hawks’ expression says it all, morphing into one of shock - wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth before transforming into a wide smirk. you look away and cross your arms, which was a defense mechanism that hawks definitely picked up on. after spending so much time with you, how could he not have?
he leans against the pole of the tower, suaveness oozing off him as if he wasn’t just frantically asking you what was wrong with you, “how much do you like me?” he asks, smugness evident in his tone.
you cover your eyes, “if i do not see, i do not perceive, go away.”
his laughter rings through your ears and you peek at him by separating your fingers slightly, “oh come on, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about-”
“yes there is! i have a crush on you and you’re literally the most embarrassing person in the world! being associated with you is embarrassing enough!”
he clenches his chest in faux-pain, “that one hurt, you should consider your words more carefully y/n, it’s a wonder how you won a bachelors like me.”
you give him a look of defeat as the words he just uttered registers in your head. “stop playing, this is serious.”
“you just called me embarrassing to be around!”
“because you are!”
hawks raises a brow at you, “number two hero not good enough for you? i’ll shoot for number one next time, then will you finally not be embarrassed enough to go on a date with me?”
oh god, this was a mess. “no, no, i suppose a date with you now is good enough.”
“good enough?” hawks parrots before sighing with a shrug, “i’ll take it.”
“that came out wrong because i’m still seriously trying to believe that you’re not pulling my leg,” you point your finger in his chest, “you seriously like me back?”
“and i want to take you out on a date. tonight.”
“yes, let’s do it. tonight it is then.”
“even if i’m the number two hero?”
“because you’re the number two hero. it’s the only impressive thing about you.”
“you’re the one who has a crush on the number two hero.”
you laugh heartily, wrapping an arm around him whilst doing so. he hugs you back instinctively with a big, warm smile plastered on his face. if you weren't so nervous you would've seen how smitten the look in his eyes were, “i guess i am. can you bring me back to the ground now, number two? i think the civilians should see that their local hero didn’t just kidnap a stranger from the ground.”
“they’ll know when they recognise you as their favourite, local hero. besides, it lets them know you’re off the market now, so good."
Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.
He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”
And perhaps his best friend was right.
Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.
Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.
Replies:
Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?
Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?
Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?
Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up
Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?
Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared, cum here
A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃
Intro written by @kingkatsuki
amongst search histories and private youtube videos
bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
genre: university/college au, fluff, crack, angst
warnings: swearing, sexual themes, adult stuff in general, jokes about dying, bakugo, slow burn, violence
disc: all pictures i used were found on pinterest and belong to their respective artists! i’ve only watermarked edits i’ve made!
taglist closed! thank you for your interest ;3
part one: todoroki shoto step on me
part two: squash me with your biceps
part three: this isn't about you anymore
part four: you can't threaten me with a good time
part five: we don't ice our drinks like pussies
part six: say sike rn
part seven: they're not so nice anymore
part eight: i'll do anything for a spicy man
part nine: payback for puking on my shoes
part ten: teasing and threatening
part eleven: i'll cut you
part twelve: how is he hotter when i'm sober
part thirteen: like some eboy
part fourteen: i don't really care if you're into turtle porn
part fifteen: "what i want shinsou hitoshi for"
part sixteen: bakugo this is not a drill
part seventeen: everybody press the red button
part eighteen: please put the baby aside
part nineteen: you're a menace to society, cupcake
part twenty: i haven't invited you yet babe
part twenty-one: oh
part twenty-two: you don't mean anything to me
part twenty-three: can't a girl crave some ramen
part twenty-four: being a bitch for bitch's sake
part twenty-five: hiding in your rooms like pussies
part twenty-six: what, no cupcake?
part twenty-seven: i’ll break all your teeth
part twenty-eight: i’m not whipped
part twenty-nine: it’s not very baby of you
part thirty: be my girlfriend
part thirty-one: who do you want?
part thirty-two: he says he doesn’t care
part thirty-three: a knife in my bedside drawer
part thirty-four: bubbly fun wheat juice
part thirty-five: can't cut carrots for shit though
part thirty-six: i'm going on a bird hunt
part thirty-seven: get in line bakuhoe (written)
part thirty-eight: don't be the dumbass now, love
part thirty-nine: i think my boyfriend's been kidnapped
bonus part forty: love you too babe
thanks for reading!
main masterlist
pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Reader
summary: You’d just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didn’t realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shouto—despite his quirk—has zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)
length: 19,500 words | 5 chapters
tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, shouto is a little shit
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, slightly possessive behavior
chapter links:
one: coat and run
two: in-vest-ed
three: for hood measure
four: well-suited
five: all buttoned up
fix extras:
What happens when Reader finally tries to return Shouto’s jacket?
What was chapter 4 like from Shouto’s POV?
cross posted on ao3: here
kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #1 ; cockwarming w toji fushiguro .ᐟ
dear diary ♡,
a couple days ago, mister toji taught me how to 'cockwarm.' it's where i simply sit on his . . . cock, and warm him up -- he says. i was so nervous ! he is so big , and i thought it was going to hurt tons ! it burned a little , but felt so much better after settling a little. mister toji was touching me so softly all over, calling me sweet things, and even played with my tail! i'm so embarrassed -- i must've been blushing so much! i think i may ask him to do it again today , i hope he doesn't get angry . . . i love mister toji so so sooooooo much ! ♡
“c—can we do it when you’re done?”
“what?”
he can tell by the way you’re fidgeting and your ears are twitching— you need something. you pinch at the skin of your thigh, nervous with little courage as you ask.
“the— the thing you taught me. last week. the warming one?” you quip, tugging on toji’s shirt as he finishes up cleaning the dishes in the sink.
“oh.. y’want my fat dick in y’r lil bunny pussy is what ‘m hearing, is that right ?” he emphasizes on dick. he’s so blunt, and it makes you want to crawl and hide. he turns to you with a checkered apron hanging onto his neck, hand leaning against the sink. his smug smile spreads across his face, seeming to enjoy the way you grow flustered.
you whine at his choice of words, thighs rubbing against eachother with need. he acts as if he doesn’t see you writhing besides him, your arm purposefully pressed against your chest to suppress your sore tits.
he can practically smell the sweet slick spilling from your pussy bunny, smearing over the crotch of your panties.
toji briefly tugs at the string that holds the back of his apron together, swiftly pulling it over his head before tossing the piece of fabric onto the dining table. he steps forward, figure pressed against yours and you unconsciously stumble back. he makes you so weak.
“uh huh—“ you’re about to beg again, but he’s quick to scoop you up by your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. you yelp, but make no effort to get away — instead, nuzzling your face closer into the crevice his neck, dizzy at the detected mixed scent of his woody colonge and tart sweat.
he chuckles when you huff at the intial drop of your body onto the matress of your shared room, your plush body sinking into the pillowy sheets. your legs part naturally, taking up your invitation and having him slot himself right where you need him most. his broad shoulders press up against your plush thighs, spreading them further than before.
“bad bunny. y’know you can’t just have cock in ya twenty-four seven, right?” his left pointer finger tugs your flimsy shorts aside, and right thumb presses against the soaked patch of your cunt. you mewl under his touch, soft pads of your feet coming up to press him away. you gently shove at his bicep, but he barely moves. he knows you don’t want him to move anyway. “‘m n—not a bad bunny!”
“you are.”
“n—not, ‘m not mister!”
“hmm, i dunno about that.” he hums, pressing against your clothed clit. “are ya ever not in heat?"
"sir, please, n’more questions!" you whine in fustration, yelping when his pointer and thumb meanly pinches at your swollen bud. your eyes bulb with tears, meeting his that suddenly glare so meanly in comparison to his often soft, emerald ones.
"do you know who you're talking to?" toji growls, squishing the chub of your folds together, the slight simulation to your clit making you flinch.
"y—yes, sir. but please . . . mister, need you here, need your cock here!" you whine, ears sullied and pointed low. your hand moves his to take ahold of his finger, pressing it against your aching slit.
"there there . . ." he coos, thumb sliding over your clothed slit but paying it no attention. he presses a warm kiss on the soddened fabric, low lidded eyes and a smug grin that meet yours when he does. you're adorable like this — absolutely worked up and so terribly desperate; it's his favorite version of you.
"m—mister," you stammer,
"c'mere doll." he sits up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you yelp when you feel the chub of his cock pressing against your folds, grinding down senselessly. toji laughs, getting a hold of your bicep to halt your hips movements. "don't be so greedy, bun."
"hnn—" you whine, tail thumping against his thigh. you slowly tug down his sweats, ears perking up when you realize the missing piece of fabric below — he's not wearing boxers!
he notices the way your eyes light up, cheeks begin to flush, and your expression grows brighter than before — you're one step closer to where you need to be. he almost hates the adorable expression sprawled across your face, chuckling when you look up to him with big-doed eyes searching for a green light.
you salivate when you tug the sweats just low enough, his cock slaps against his stomach. he scoffs, watching his cock leak against his soft skin. he’s getting old.
“inside now— mister—“ you pant, drool spilling at the corners of your mouth. you whine again, hands weakly tugging aside your shorts along with your panties, and aligning his cock head with your fat slit. “mister . . .” you whine, hinting for help.
“y’can do it.” toji grunts, placing a hand onto your plush hip. “ mmh, you got it.”
maybe you don’t ‘got it,’ because it burns so terribly when your folds swallow his cock!
“m—mister, mister !” you whine, quickly pulling yourself off his bulbous tip at the initial burn. he watches your slick stretch from your wet slit to his cock head, making him groan.
“calm down . . y’r rushin,’” he readjusts you, pulling your quivering hips close before you’re hovering over his cock again with small tears. “my bunny can’t do it herself, can’t she? whatta dumb lil’ thing.” toji chuckles, “there there.” he whispers with a sultry voice, making your cunt quiver around nothing.
you whine when you feel him tug down at your hips, whining when his hot tip presses against your slit once again — your slits kissing.
“big sir, s—so big,” you whine, a stutter in your voice from the stretch down low.
“slow down, hurts ‘cause you’re rushin.’ see?” he coos, lifting and lowering your hips over and over, fucking you on his tip. no — you don’t see because you’re awfully lightheaded, hands weakly stabilizing yourself above him but little do you know it’s solely his support keeping you up.
your cunt squelches with each and every single movement, a low ‘pop’ that elicits from your pussy whenever he moves you. “good girl. you can take it, am i ever wrong?”
“i—i can, can take it . . .” you slur, head fluffy and hands weak against his pelvis. “good girl. now sit.”
he grunts, pulling your hips down suddenly all the way, your cunt kissing on his dewy balls. “fuck, damn it.” toji groans — you cry at the stretch, cunt sore and raw when he grinds you down further than possible. “m—mister !”
he chuckles again, breath labored as he pushes the loose strands of his hair back. “worst part’s over, doll.” toji presses down at your arch to lay you against him. he can still feel your body twitching from hiccups of your previous fit — poor bunny. “i—it is . . “ you hiccup. he pets at your soft ear that trails down to your waist, giving your plush skin a soft pinch with a hum. “mister . . feels good . .” you purr, tail twitching incessantly again.
“course it does.”