There's Just Something About Backs

"WHY CANT IT BE ME GOD DAMMIT" 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Pro hero Bakugou crashing into a building from a villain flinging him across the block. “Damn,” he grunts, sitting up from the rubble and smoke with his back aching from the impact.

And he looks around to gather his surroundings only to see you shivering in the corner of your apartment because your living room suddenly imploded while watching tv. You’re wide eyed and dumbfounded, covered in soot, in your homewear that’s just a tiny top and panties- and your confused call of Bakugou’s hero name bounces right off his head as he follows the little happy trail under your belly down into your panties’ hemline.

“Damn,” Bakugou says again, and sounds more breatheless than when he smashed through fucking concrete.

Clouds of Rain

Neteyam X F!Reader

Part 3 of Clouds Series

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Neteyam x F!Reader Summary: You weren't well known in the clan, and when you become friends with Tuk, no one believes her. Warning: Straig

Summary: Everyday you and Neteyam get closer, but now he's seen a side you want to hide

Warning: Toxic parents, a little angst, fluff moments between Neteyam and Reader, Neteyam and Reader are eyeing eachother 👀❤️

When the day had started, distant sounds of thunder echoed around the forest. Shadows crept across the moss covered floor as a storm rolled in. Many Na'vi relished in the rain, the prosperity it brought to the food and animals almost seemed mystical, but to you it brought a sorrow.

You weren't allowed out of your families tent on stormy days, even though you were seen as a grown adult, you were unmated, uncourted, so therefore, still a child in your parents eyes.

You longed for the sunshine and blue skies, but Eywa seemed to want a day of rest and restoring water to the cycle of life. "(Y/N)! Come here at once!" Your mother's voice cut through your day dream as you stared out into the vast mist of rain in the distance.

You stood from your position and walked with small steps to your mother. Your youngest sibling, a boy the age of three, sat in her lap fast asleep. You wished you could curl up like that, remembering the days she would coo at you and kiss you sweetly, that changed when more siblings came along and suddenly you couldn't do anything right in her eyes.

Kneeling in front of her, she spoke,"You are to go get us some fruit from the gathering circle, be quick, you are to come straight back, do you understand," her tone left no answer needed, it was a demand.

You nodded, going to stand but her hand tightly grapsed your wrist, pulling you back around to face her, her dull yellow eyes hard. "Answer me girl!" "Yes mama," you quietly spoke, eyes meeting her face but not her eyes, she hated when you looked at her in the eyes.

Releasing you, she waved you off and you quickly turned and hurried out. It wasn't usual for Na'vi to be abusive to their children, yet it wasn't unheard of. Your parents just happened to check every mark there was, verbal, emotional, mental, and physical. It just depended on their mood of the day to determine how your day would end.

Reaching the gathering circle, you picked the nicest looking fruit that you hoped would appease her rath, you began to walk back with it bundled in your arms, only to run smack into another person.

The fruit got squashed between both bodies, the juice sticking to your arms, chest and stomach, your mouth slightly open in shock. That was unexpected, but then again you were rushing with your head down.

"Oh Great Mother, I'm sorry!" Neteyams voice made you jolt up to meet his eyes, his face worried as he realized he ran into you. Just another foolish episode it seemed.

"(Y/n)! I'm so sorry, let me help you," Neteyam reached down to grab the fruit, but it unsavable at that point. You covered your mouth with a soft laugh, not wanting to upset the man in his rush to help you.

"Its alright Neteyam, no harm done," you assured, a smile gracing your lips. Neteyam was a light in your gray world, he could do no wrong in your eyes. The thought of the fruit left your mind, now focused solely on spending time with Neteyam.

"Come," you helped him up, his words stumbling over each other as he tried to figure out how to help, "B-but your fruit? Let me, let me help," you shook your head, waving it off, "There will be more fruit, but let's go get washed up," he let you drag him away, the fruit left forgotten on the floor.

Mother would not be happy later.

~.~

Laughing as you two walked up the edge of the village where vases of water sat, you let go and approached the water. Cupping your hands together, bringing the cool water to your face and neck, you breathed in a sigh of relief and shut your eyes, the water doing good to help rid the sticky fruit and seeds that stuck to your skin.

Neteyam allowed his eyes to trace over each water droplet that ran down your soft skin, going where only his eyes could imagine and where he wished he could touch too. Oh to be envious of water.

"Aren't you going to wash up?" Your soft voice broke his concentration, eyes looking to your face and seeing your glowing green eyes staring at him with your eyelids lowered, a look you weren't trying to give him but his thoughts quickly wondered and this caused him to rush forward, almost dunking his head into the water to cool himself off.

You giggled, having noticed his look from before and allowed your own eyes to slowly rake over his flushed body. His years of training doing wonders for him, the muscle and strength he held made your tail flick a few times before you willed it to stop and wrap around your leg.

"I am sorry, for ruining your fruit," Neteyam wiped his face of water, looking down at you though you smiled.

That pretty smile made him weak.

"Its alright, there will be more fruit later," you looked up at him, "let me make it up to you," he offered, though you grew confused. How would he make it up to you? Why did he feel the need? It was only a few pieces of fruit, surely you could replace it on your own.

"Oh? How?" You asked, arms crossing and staring at him intrigued, your hip jutting out a little causing him to gulp, trying to focus back on you as a whole.

"That's for me to worry about, now, let's go grab you some more fruit," he placed a small kiss to your head as he walked by, your face flushing as you trailed after him.

It was true you had kissed him before, a few weeks ago before he took you flying on his Ikran, but since then it had only been longing stares and a few light touches. A whisper here and there in the others ear, both of you too scared to ruin what you had going on. Scared that your realities would be crushed by the world if the true feelings were spoken out into the air.

~.~

Arriving back at the gathering circle, Neteyam grabbed new fruit to replace the ones he messed up, placing only one in your arms and he carried the rest.

"Oh no, Neteyam I can carry It really," you begged, not wanting him to follow you home. Not to the horrors that may await you. "Nonsense, allow me to help you, it was my fault," he grinned, not picking up on your worried tone.

It seemed he didn't have to, for your father's voice cut throught the air like a knife. "(Y/n)!" His deep, growl like voice caused you to freeze, Neteyam frowning when he saw the fear plaster on your now pale face. His eyes glanced behind you where two figures were appearing.

"Papa," you greeted, turning where the tall, brooding Na'vi man stood. He was one of the best hunters in the clan, your younger brother, only three years younger than you, trailing behind him with a small, smug look.

Your brother quite enjoyed when you got in trouble, but that's only because he himself didn't have to bare your father and mother's disapproving gaze.

"What are you doing? Your mother has been waiting and here you are, goofing off and laying around like you always do," Your fathers eyes made you shrink, head down into your shoulders hoping to disappear.

Neteyam placed himself between you both, chest puffing up to match your father. He didn't like how dull your eyes got, he hated how you tried to shrink instead of stand tall. "The fault is mine, sir, take it up with me. Leave your daughter out of this," Neteyam hissed, his tail lashing at the thought of what this man would say or do to you, his own child.

Your Father seemed to realize who he now faced, eyes narrowing suspiciously as they darted between Toruk Maktos oldest son, the future leader of the clan and his own child, his only daughter and oldest child.

The way the young man stood in front of you, challenging him to dare say another word had your father ask,"Who are you to tell me how to talk to my daughter? Have you courted her, mated with her," he knew the answer, but your father wanted to prove a point.

"No sir, but the fault is mine. I caused her to drop fruit and helped to clean her up, so any qualms you have you can deal them with me right now," Neteyam promised, knowing that the fact you two really weren't together stung, but he would defend you no matter what. He loved you that much.

It seemed as though Eywa had a saving grace, his own father, Jake Sully, appeared. "What's going on here?" Jake looked narrow eyed to the hunter in front of him, he knew (F/N) well, the man was very strict and harsh, but one of the best hunters to the clan.

You rushed forward, tired of all the arguing and not wanting a whole fight to break out. "Neteyam was helping me with fruit, I was clumsy and dropped it," you spazzed through your words, not turning to meet either Sully mens eyes behind you, focusing on your father instead, scared of what he would say more or do.

"I'm sorry Papa, I will be more careful from now on," Your father didn't want to cause a bigger scene infront of his Olo'eyktan, so he called for your brother to take the fruit who glared at you as if you had asked him instead of your father. "We will speak at home," your father leaned down close and threatened, eyes of green, though darker than your own, stared right through you. His words a silent threat that more than talking will be done at home.

"Yes Papa," you submitted, ears pulled back in fear and humiliation. Fear of what your father would do. Humiliation that Neteyam had to witness you like this.

Your Father and brother stomped away, your shoulders tense as you turned to see both men staring at you sadly.

"Thank you for helping me Neteyam, I'll see you around," you hurried out, words like mush as you trailed off into the direction your family had gone to.

"(Y/n)-" Neteyam reached out, but his father's hand on his shoulder stopped him, a huff of defeat in his lips as you disappeared from view.

"Give her some space, (F/n) is not one to mess with, getting her in more trouble may not be a wise case," Jake instructed, Neteyam clicking his tongue in annoyance and anger.

"(Y/n) shouldn't be suffering with them! It was my fault that the fruit fell, she shouldn't have to pay for that," he felt himself become hostile every second that passed, now beginning to pace in front of his father.

"(Y/n) deserves to be free! She is a grown woman, not a pet or a child!" He cried, Neteyam turning his body, eyes gazing after your invisible figure one last time.

"She so gentle, I want to watch her float on the clouds, not be tied down," Neteyam whispered.

~.~

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heyyy

so in a comment you said u posted part three of the clouds series but I can't find it anywhere. did anything happen to it, I really love the series

https://at.tumblr.com/ohdeersthings/im-a-moron-who-forgot-to-do-tags/9hm6j6xp60t1

I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO DO TAGS 😂 AND IM STILL LEARNING HOW TO DO A CLICK LINK WITH THE TEXT A CERTAIN WAY

*Baby Dust to Myself*🌠 👶🏼🥰👶🏼

what if it all worked out

Reposting to read later when I'm done with work cause the small I read already has me dying 🩷🩷🩷🙌🏻

HOCKEY BOYS

part 1; katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: you catch the eye of japan’s best defenseman

authors note: hockey really isn’t big in japan, but it’s big in my heart so anyways-

katsuki bakugo, the falcon, or at least that’s the name that’s been created for him.

he was known for two things. his love of fighting, and his speed. it could be a split second that someone does or says something to piss him off. next thing they know, they’re on the ground giving the ever living shit beat out of them.

the penalty box was this man’s second home. so it wasn’t surprising that’s where the tickets were most freaking expensive. as soon as he hopped in there fans would scream and cry his name, vying for his attention. he never turned around for them though.

he never batted an eyelash at anyone the wrong way if it wasn’t on the rink. the only people he needed to worry about was his teammates, and if the game was over, he’d focus on himself.

so it came as a surprise to everyone when he started going back and forth with one of the sports reporters at one of the press conferences after a game.

“mr. bakugo i was simply asking a question-“

“well i don’t like your question so ask another one”

your eyes squinted slightly as his behavior. you expected him to be stubborn, but this had to be a new level of it “i don’t understand why my first question wasn’t enough for you?”

“because it’s boring. if you really want me to engage find something better than that. you look like you’re good at your job, so be good at your job”

katsuki wasn’t the kind of guy to date or have flings, but he would still find women attractive, and damn did he find you attractive. makeup all perfectly done and not a hair out of place. not to mention the white pantsuit you had on. it made you stand out among the rest, but the question you asked made you blend right back in. he knew there was more to you then the stupid introductory shit. katsuki knew you had some fire in you, and he was just here to fan the flames.

murmurs started to ripple throughout the room like water. his crimson eyes stayed glued onto yours with every word spoken. you could see through his persona. the quirk up of his lips, the casual lean back from the mic. he wanted you to back down, and not even that. he expected you to.

clearing your throat you nodded “you’re right mr. bakugo, i apologize. i should’ve just been straight up about my original intentions”

“spit it out-“

“since you have joined the team the only thing that i can think of when i think of you is fighting. that’s it. no special moves, no improvement of your work, just fighting. now everybody knows that you’re fast, but you don’t apply your abilities to the right things, now why is that mr. bakugo?”

his face completely changed into something more still. other reporters from the pit started slowly agreeing with you and pointed their cameras back up to him for a response. even from your seat you could see pink creep up from his neck up to the tips of his ears. he was pissed.

and before he could open his big mouth to tarnish his reputation, his manager came into view.

“i think that’s enough questions for now. thank you for attending everyone” with a quick bow, they made their way of the platform. reporters attempted to get up to swarm katsuki with more questions, but the bodyguards stepped in the way of their path. you didn’t bother following the crowd as you packed up your things to leave. you had already had your fill of the man for the next three lifetimes.

if only you knew.

you sat right across from your boss hands held together on your lap. he had called you in here for an impromptu meeting a week after the press conference, and you couldn’t put a finger on it as to why.

he leaned back in his chair gazing at his computer monitor for what felt like forever. right when you were about to open your mouth he sat back up again turning the monitor towards you.

“what is this?” he asked as you analyzed the screen. it was a paused frame of you at the press conference, and you could tell the exact moment as well with katsuki’s facial expression directly in the frame. unnerve filled in your stomach, but you decided it was best if you kept your composure. after taking a deep breath you looked back at him.

“that’s me at the conference. i was asking mr. bakugo a question”

he nodded his head in understanding turning the monitor back in his direction “a question. a question that made his damn manager have to stop the whole press conference just to make sure this man didn’t ruin his career”

the feeling spread from your stomach down through your legs making them bounce at a mile a minute “i know it might look bad-“

“look bad? kid, this is amazing”

the shaking in your leg came to a halt when you heard his praise.

“i- thank you sir”

he took his phone off of the desk swiftly unlocking it “you were able to get under his skin. something i haven’t seen from someone who isn’t off the ice. people are going crazy over this interaction so we’re gonna milk it for all it worth, you got that?”

a soft ping came from your phone and you went to check it.

“that’s the bar that they usually go to after some games. you need a pass to get in and i just sent you yours”

your eyebrows scrunched together looking at it “isn’t it risky to go to a bar during the season? isn’t paparazzi all over that kind of stuff?”

he shrugged going to place his phone back onto the desk “once you see it you’ll understand. the address is right under your pass. go there tonight and try and see if you can get any sort of in with the team. they don’t usually allow locker room interviews so if we strike now this could be a goldmine”

with a sigh, you looked back up at your boss “i’m not sure about this. using my own personal time to go be a double agent. i mean it’s-“

another ping rang from your phone, this time from your bank app. you had noticed a generous amount of money had been added along with the words ‘bonus’ next to them.

“that’s what happens when you impress me”

suddenly, you felt a smile creep up to your face.

“i’ll try and get there tonight sir”

you knew what time their latest game would be ending and decided to head to the bar a little after then. the address that your boss had given you led you to what looked like some sketchy dealing ground. after scoping out the area (and saying a quick prayer) you made your way down the stairs. a man you hadn’t seen before stepped out from next to the door.

“what’re you here for?” he asked, his voice monotone. blinking away the confusion you pulled out your phone silently showing him the pass. he gave it a nice once over before opening the door for you “have fun ma’am”

stepping inside, you noticed how the outside had been very misleading. it didn’t smell like a usual bar. no alcohol intensely filling your senses to the point where you felt drunk from merely standing there. it smelt like a nice cedar wood cologne had been sprayed through the air. that or it was coming from the multiple men scattered around the club who looked like they could buy at least one yacht.

it didn't seem to look like a bar either, at least not the ones you remember from your college days. the bar was illuminated by a golden hue from lamps distending from the ceiling. you walked up to the bar placing one of your hands on the stools. they were pure leather. and the sigh you almost let out when you sat on one of them was embarrassing.

"when i get that raise these are the first things i'm buying" you mumbled to yourself before getting back on track. as subtly as you could you looked around trying to find the team of interest. though what you didn't know is that they already had their eyes set on you.

eijiro and izuku had been whispering back and forth to each other for a good minute. the rest of the team were too deep into their own conversations to notice, but katsuki did. he tried to lean over a bit to hear what they were saying, but they both knew him better than that. they quickly stopped talking and peered over at him.

"hey kacchan, could you get us a drink from the bar?"

"do your feet not work?"

"they do. i'm just actually having a conversation and you don't look like you're too busy"

he huffed in annoyance rising to his feet. without a look back he headed over to the bar.

"two shirley temples!-"

"you'll get what you get!"

eijiro and izuku watched as he walked almost right next to you were sitting.

"how much you wanna bet they fight?"

"oh they're gonna fight. i wanna see if they fu-"

"what the hell are you doing here?"

you had heard his voice before you saw him, but when you did see him, he had situated himself next to you. his hair was still a bit messed up. most likely from having his helmet on at the game. it didn't look bad on him though. in fact, it fit right in with his casual attire. he had on jeans, and a plain black hoodie. something that would be rather casual for a place like this, but you had to remember that this was a casual place for someone like him.

"you might not know anything about this, but i was invited. the thing that happens when you're nice to people and they actually want you to be there?"

"i know what a fuckin' invitation is. you think i'm that damn dense?" he scoffed at your words shaking his head "what i really wanna know is who would want you around for more than five minutes?"

you turned your body to now face him. he was close enough that you could catch a whiff of his cologne. it was sharper than what the majority of the bar, like a spice blend. it filled your senses but didn't let it distract you from the conversation.

"excuse me? i have lots of people who enjoy my company. plus from your reputation i wouldn't think many people would want to hang around you"

he let out a chuckle "you gonna believe everything they say in those tabloids? thought someone who worked in that shitty industry would know better than that"

"okay first of all i do not work in tabloids, i am a reporter. second off, i never said i believed them. i'm just making an assumption from the interactions we've had"

"you call you flaming me in front of a bunch of people an interaction?"

you couldn't help but smile when he said that "so i got under your skin?"

this made him raise an eyebrow "shut up" he finally flagged the bartender over to order the two drinks.

"didn't take you as a shirley temple kind of guy"

"i'm not. it's for those two idiots" he motioned back towards the two men who quickly looked away when you turned your head.

"they seem awfully invested" you lips turned into a playful look of sympathy "do you not feel comfortable ordering drinks by yourself?"

he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth "you are really fuckin' annoying you know that"

laughter rang out from you at his words, the sound making his stomach do a small flip that he wanted to ignore. there was something about the way you carried yourself. about the way you weren't afraid to tease him, say whatever the hell was on your mind. it was captivating.

"not the first time i've heard that, but it helps with the job. you've got to be able to know what buttons to push. what really gets to a person"

he let out a soft grunt, eyes going from yours down to your lips. his gaze made you want to shrink into the plush leather seat. it never failed to be intense.

"i bet.. if you gave me an hour i could figure out what really gets to you"

the forwardness wasn't expected. especially not from him. you swallowed what felt like a lump in your throat. this would be a good opportunity to convince him to do an interview.

.. yeah, an interview.

This is 🙌🏻 Put the fear of Katsuki into me and I'll bust ☺🤤

BAKUGOU + FEAR KINK!

tags: mdni, dark content, noncon elements but no smut, villain bakugou, fear kink, no pronouns used for reader, he calls reader dollface and sweetheart

word count: 1k

notes: this is part of my new year event! haven't written bkg in so long i missed heem<3

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the whimper you let out when the sparks from his palms land just too close for comfort has the hair on his arms standing up in excitement. you’re cute as a button and shaking like a leaf, and he thinks to himself that maybe, just maybe, he’ll have to keep this one.

“please don’t hurt me! i— i have money!” you’re so panicked, voice high pitched and squeaky when you reach for your purse with hands trembling so hard that they’re almost a blur.

he scoffs and bats the purse out of your hands, letting it fall uselessly by your feet with a thud that seems to echo throughout the narrow alleyway. “i’m not here for your fuckin’ cash, sweetheart.”

you press further back into the wall as if you could seep into it, as if you could coat the bricks like paint and become something he can’t get his bloodstained hands on. they’re smoking where he's got them crossed over his chest so he can watch you shy away from them.

he’s hard as a rock, straining against the fabric of his pants at the way your tits bounce every time a gasping sob claws its way from the deepest part of you. your voice is raw and you’ve given up on screaming for help.

he isn’t sure what he prefers: the fear in your glassy eyes or the way you’ve sagged in resignation, realising that no one was coming to save you from the deadly villain.

his laugh is more of a bark; it's gruff and intimidating to match his overbearing presence. you jump like a skittish animal at the sound of it and it only has him laughing harder.

he shuts up as suddenly as he started, mirth leaving his eyes until they were left cold and unblinking, staring intently at you. “whaddya think i’m gonna do to you?”

you shake your head, doe-eyed when the heavy tears clinging to your lashline streak down your overheated cheeks.

“no, really,” he keeps going when you don’t answer, “tell me what ya think is about to go down.”

“i don’t know!” you whimper, and then you make your fatal mistake — you step to the right and try to dart past him.

he has to hand it to you, you almost pull it off, the element of surprise definitely helping you. if he was any slower, you might’ve just made it — but this was bakugou fucking katsuki, not some idiotic extra. he’s quick to snap an arm out and circle your bicep in his hot hand, yanking you back and slamming you into the wall once more.

he shakes his head and tsks at you while you try to catch your breath from the ache that the sudden impact left in your back, the pain winding you temporarily.

his arms are crossed again, thick biceps flexed as if to serve as a silent reminder of the clear power imbalance that exists between you even if his quirk wasn’t part of the equation.

“that wasn’t very clever, sweetheart.”

he takes a step forward and you squeak pitifully, shaking your head back and forth frantically and raising your hands to plant them on his sturdy chest to try to hold him back — he moves as if he doesn’t feel a thing and your hands look minuscule where they push futilely against the broad expanse of his chest.

he slams his hands aggressively onto the wall on either side of you, sparks shooting from his palms and raining down, making you flinch when they shower your body.

he rolls his hips against your stomach and for the first time you feel the effect that your complete and utter terror’s had on him — he’s hard and intimidating against your stomach. he drops his head, nose skimming the crown of your head to take a deep inhale of your hair, groaning when the scent of your shampoo fills his senses.

“call for a hero again.” his voice is harsh and demanding and you screw your eyes shut as if that could shield you from him. when the only sounds you make are gut-wrenching sobs he brings a rough hand up to cup your jaw, shaking your head a few times until you were looking at him, fearing his next move. “i said call for a fuckin’ hero!”

your lip wobbles but you nod the best you can in his grip. you can barely see him anymore, tears completely blurring your vision from them appearing faster than they can fall. “so—someone help!” your voice breaks halfway through to match how you feel on the inside. “ple—e—ease!”

you’re hiccupping now, ugly and violent noises that have your entire body jerking in his hold, and he just grins leeringly, closing his eyes and basking in it.

when his eyes open back up you start at the vermilion stare.

“‘m gonna let you in on a little secret, dollface,” he whispers, tilting his face to the side. “the people out there? they can all hear what’s goin’ on in here, and they know that i’m the one doing it. so no one, not even a precious hero,” he spits the word out like it's acidic, facial features scrunching up in disdain, “is coming to save you. because they know that fuckin’ with me will only get more civilians hurt.”

his words feel like bullets once the weight of them sinks in because you realise that he's speaking the truth. dynamight was well known as the worst of the worst, he could take out god knows how many people in the area with just one devastating explosion, and the heroes definitely realised that you just weren’t worth the risk.

“how’s it feel, being sacrificed for the greater good?” he's still whispering, voice dripping in faux-pity and he squeezes your cheeks until you're pouting for him. he swipes a thumb along your bottom lip and you shudder in disgust at the lingering touch, a mockery of an intimate gesture. “don’t worry about it, sweetheart, i’ve gotcha. we’re gonna have a lot of fun together, you 'nd me, right? keep me interested and i just might keep you around.”

you don’t want to think about what will happen if you can't keep his attention.

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Bark Over Bite

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: Bakugou has a run in with your Pomeranian who is a little more like him than looks alone.

Warning: Fluff

You should've known getting a stubborn headed dog would've been the end of you and your nerves. Ever since you rescued him from the pound as a puppy he'd always been getting into trouble, sure he adored you and protected you, but he was just a small ball of rage and emotion too. He barely came up to your knees so you always kept him on a harness when out walking, so how could you have lost him!?

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"It seems Pro Heros Red Riot and Ground Zero have arrived on scene! Hopefully they can stop this Villian before he destroys all of downtown!" The news reporter called out, standing down the street from where a Villian was attacking the city. "Let's go Shitty Hair!" Bakugou called, using his quirk to launch him over to where the Villian was. "Right behind you BakuBro!" Kirishima grinned, rushing after his friend as they engaged into the Villian. "Im getting tired of your bullshit," Bakugou exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the Villians head who was busy looking elsewhere. It brought him to the ground where he stood up dizzy, his eyes finally zoning in on the two men, "I'll always be here to fight for the injust-" the Villian cut himself off by screaming, hoping around. "Uh, what are we watching?" Kiri wondered, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "GET HIM OFF!" The Villian cried, tears falling out of his eyes pathetically as he turned and a small, blonde, and fluffy Pomeranian was biting his butt. "That's not something you see everyday," Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms as Kirishima went to take the mutt off the dude.

After the man was taken away, both Pros stared at the small dog who seemed to glare back at them. "Aw, he's kind cute." Kirishima grinned, kneeling down to pet the dog who seemed to turn his head up in annoyance, "heh, seems like he could care less about you shitty hair," "Hey that's a little harsh dude," "Just leave the mutt and let's go," Bakugou groaned, turning to leave but the dog walked infront of him and sat down, now staring them down, "eh? The hell do you want?" Bakugou snided, eyebrow raised. "Maybe he's lost, we should return him," Kirishima gushed, picking up the dog who let out a low growl at being held, let alone touched. "Why would we do that?" "Oh come on BakuBro, it's the least we could do after he beat the Villian," Kirishima waved the dog in his face, both blondes looking annoyned with one another, a glare on their face. "Whatever, if it gets rid of the dog faster," "Alright! Super manly dude!" Kirishima handed him the dog, now they were both definitely annoyed.

Kirishima looked at the dogs red and orange striped collar, an ID tag hanging with silver writing on it. "His collar says his name is Dai," "Ha, stupid name for a short stupid mutt," Bakugou cackled, but quickly yelped in pain with Dai sank his fangs into the Hero. "DUMB SHITTY ASS MUTT!" Bakugou yelled, dropping the dog who simply landed on his paws and began walking down the street. "Hey wait up small man! It's not safe for you to wander on your own!" Kirishima called, grabbing Bakugou and began to pull him after the dog. "Why do we have to chase the stupid ass mutt!?"

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You huffed as you searched everywhere Dai could've gone. Sitting on a bench in the park you sighed, "I knew I should've gotten the double harness," this wasn't the first time he'd gotten out, but he's never been gone this long. He usually finds his way back after a few minutes. "Dai if you come back you can have all the bell peppers you want," you promised outloud. It didn't seem to work though because your little blonde best friend didn't come running out of anywhere. You groaned, standing up and began trekking down the street, "when I find you, you're in so much trouble you little shit,"

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Kirishima and Bakugou peered around the corner Dai had gone, now noticing the dog had stopped and was starting at the vegetable booth that was part of the street markets, the bell peppers all Dai was looking at. "What is he doing? It's freaking me out," Bakugou mumbled, Kirishima chuckled at him. Walking over Kirishima squatted down next to the dog who seemed to just side glance him, "You like peppers? You're a strange dog you know that little man?" Dai suddenly jumped up and grabbed a bell pepper from the stand and took off running, right over Bakugous foot in the process. "Hey you little shit get back here!" Bakugou yelled, chasing after the dog while Kirishima was left to deal with the angry booth seller.

Bakugou followed Dai through the park where he finally grabbed ahold of the dog, holding him at arms length by the scruff. "Alright ya little fucker, I'm so over this. Where is your owner so I can kick their ass for letting you behave like this," he growled at the dog who growled back before Dais ears picked up, his head turning at the sound of your voice.

"Dai! Please come home!" You called, now worried something happened to him. Dai bit Bakugou on the hand making him drop Dai again who jumped through the bushes and into you, causing both of you to topple over.

Feeling something wet on your cheek you opened your eye to see Dai licking your cheek. "Dai! I'm so glad you're alright!" You cheered, picking up the tail wagging ball of fluff who barked greeting you. "Do it again and I'll get you neutered," you growled, the dog seeming to sweat drop at your change of tone. "Hey you dumb extra! If that's your shitty mutt I have a few choice words for you!" Bakugou stomped through the bushes only to freeze when your (e/c) eyes met his red ones. "Oh hello. I'm sorry, did Dai give you a hard time today?" You asked, attitude changing while standing up with Dai in your arms.

You brushed the leaves off yourself and then Dai, turning your attention to the tall blonde infront of you. "U-uh well," Bakugou stuttered out, at a loss for words. As a grown man he couldn't deny that you were gorgeous, even if you did have dirt on you from where Dai had just tackled you. "He's a little fireball, I'm sorry if he gave you trouble again, he usually comes back if he wanders off so I'm glad someone was kind enough to look after him," you giggled, walking a little closer to the pink cheeked Hero.

"Its whatever, just keep a better eye on your mutt," he growled out, turning his head away to avoid your (e/c) eyes that seemed to be staring into his soul. Your eyes trailed his figure, and you couldn't deny he was a vision. You knew there was a reason you picked Dai that day at the rescue. "Is there anyway I can repay you for looking after Dai? I mean a Hero of your status returning a dog to their owner. You deserve some type of reward," you seemed to be even closer now and Bakugou had to gulp down the saliva that seemed to pool into his mouth, trying to find words. "Well, I guess some food wouldn't hurt." He grumbled, turning to look at you who was beaming back at the Explosion Hero.

"Great! I know this awesome curry place, if that's alright?" You suggested, placing Dai on the ground with his harness back around him. "I guess that'll be alright," Bakugou agreed, you reaching forward to take his hand into yours. Your family and friends always said you were straight forward to the point.

"Follow me!" You cheered, almost pulling the two blonde males down the sidewalk. "Hey at least let me change first shitty woman!" Bakugou called out, Dai growling back at him for being rude. He latched onto Bakugou who yelled in pain, you turning around and laughing at the sight, "I see you gained his favor real quick," "GET THIS SHITTY MUTT OFF ME!"

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Just some short fluff for my Fawns~! Let me know if you have anything specific you wanna see! I'm always looking for new material to write about!

Yes. Manhandle me like a sack of potatoes I deserve it 🫠🫠🫠

husband of the year ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x reader ) — in your defense, who would've thought he would barge in while you're at work? clearly not you.

The TV was broadcasting and heatedly narrating Dynamight's current Villain-of-the-Week takedown when your co-worker, Yaeko whom you remember by her pin-straight waist-length hair and delight in a bunch of hearsay, taps on your shoulder for attention.

"Mm?" you murmur distractedly, incapable of tearing your eyes away from how the camera has easily captured the swift fluttering mid-air, even if just barely. No ordinary person could keep up with the force that is Bakugou Katsuki.

"Ayane-chan clocked out early."

"Did she?"

Yaeko settles on the plastic chair on your right, watching the #1 Pro Hero absolutely pulverize the villain with the most elegance, Bakugou style. She doesn't take it in with the same rapt. Doesn't hold her breath or tighten her grip on her knees, not like you.

"Her husband picked her up. They're having dinner," Yaeko sings, then sighs dreamily. "Oh, if only mine would pick me up with a nice, sleek car."

The villain finally registers he's clearly overestimated his plan for victory and starts begging for mercy. Dynamight appears too distracted to even feel victorious about it.

"That would be nice," you agree, though you're not really sure what she's saying anymore as Dynamight takes the last win. His expression looks off — far away.

'And once again, #1 Pro Hero Dynamight proves why he's at the top, breaking his last three-minute record! Looks like he'll be securing this year's ranking as well.' The reporter gushes like it's some Olympic Sport. Dynamight would grin like a fucking bastard, too, usually, but not today, it seems.

"How come I never see your husband?" Yaeko asks all of a sudden.

"That would be no good," you say, chuckling. "He's busy enough as he is."

Yaeko appraises your assured smile. "Hm. Is that what he says?"

The reporter continues gushing, "And he flees the scene in a signature Dynamight hit-and-run. He might be off to save another city; who knows!"

"That's what everyone says, really," you say cryptically, moments later. You wonder why Dynamight looked so distracted. It wasn't like him.

In the immediate silence that follows, you spare a glance at your co-worker. Yaeko looks thirsty for prying, but as soon as her shoulder comes in contact with yours, she rears back with a gasp.

"You're still sick!" she admonishes, not unlike in the tone a mother hen if they could speak and grip both your shoulders. "I was wondering why you even came today when you were all but dying last night."

You jerk away. "I was just feeling a little feverish. Nothing too bad.”

Yaeko clicks her tongue. The chair slides back as she pushes off to get water from the dispenser near the TV. The reporter drones on about how fortunate they were to witness the Pro Hero in broad daylight, followed by the dispenser's buzz.

"Your husband let you out like that?" she asks.

"He doesn't know," you murmur shamefully.

Yaeko appears unimpressed, holding the cup to your lips. You sigh and move to keep the glass yourself, feeling a little petulant about it.

Commotion begins to pick up in volume from outside, muted by the walls. Yaeko pays no mind to it, but your hair picks up on its ends. When there's a stifled sound of explosion, you understand why. The news moves to a different topic, though it seems that the headlines made its way to you himself.

"Shit. Hide me, Yaeko-san. Please."

Yaeko frowns. "What? Hey, don't move so much."

The door slides open and presents the #1 Hero himself, sweating and seething and still looking like a dream. He has to twist his upper body, the door for ordinarily built men unable to accommodate his solid, beefy arms.

"You," he growls, eyes blazing.

"Noo." You shield your face with the crook of your arm, but there isn't a single wall in the world that Dynamight can't break through.

Behind him, the security guard emerges and looks rightfully guilty. He makes a gesture of 'I tried, sorry. It's up to you now.'

He grips your elbow and pushes it out of view until your face is bare, and you're witness to his very, very angry face. "I told you not to punch in for work."

He did say that. "Uhh…"

"You went all," He pitches his voice somewhere obnoxiously high, "'Don't worry, baby, I won't!' — we lyin' to each other now?"

You did also say that.

"Baby?" Yaeko whispers to herself, stunned.

Dynamight scowls, ripping his glove out to press it on your forehead, his skin ice-cold. You wonder if this is how the villain from earlier felt, though maybe with a little less arousal at the sight of his eyes. "Fuckin' idiot," he mutters under his breath.

"D-Dynamight, sir," Yaeko pipes up, looking shell-shocked, "please unhand my co-worker."

"Ha? You the one who asked this idiot to clock in?"

"No." You shield Yaeko's terrified expression with your hand. "No, she didn't. I did it myself."

"Yeah, 'cause you're a dumbass on your own," he says, and now the familiarity of bickering feels more like your Katsuki in the walls of your home. Your husband, who seriously came all the way here after kicking some ass. Katsuki turns to Yaeko. "Tell your boss we're leaving. Don't call."

And he pulls you up and drags you off. You half-expected him to throw you over his shoulder, but his neck brace might dig into your side painfully, and Katsuki has already considered it despite his boiling anger at your disobedience.

"Katsuki," you whine, heating up at the stonished staring while you're tugged off into the exit. "Did you really fly all the way here just to kidnap me home?

"The hell's with that," he snaps. "I'm clocking out for the day 'cause I'm not stupid like your stupid ass."

"Katsuki!"

"'sides," Katsuki gives you a long look over his shoulder, and oh, is this what he was thinking about the entire time? Your heart does a bit of somersaulting. "Who else is gonna take care of you?"

Yaeko can keep her nice, sleek cars. Nothing beats this.

Makes me wanna grab my own man and throw him on the couch 😂🧡

It's me again! This is my first time posting a request, sorry! 😅 Fixing it, 5 + bakugou 💥

a/n: you’re okay !! don’t apologize, lovely <333 tysm for sending one in 💞💞💞 SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG

cw: virgin!bkg, dry humping

prompt 5: “Is it good when I touch you here?”

[event closed]

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Through the haze of his mind, Bakugou tries to recall how he landed himself here. Leaning back on your couch, with you perched prettily on his lap. His chest heaves with arousal, and he prays you don’t feel the bulge pushing through his trousers.

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“Would you like to come in?” you ask shyly, biting your lip. His face flushed at your question, shuffling his feet nervously. “Like, right now?” Your laugh eased his worry, small smile forming on his own face. “Yeah, right now. You totally don’t have to though!” you mumble, “I just like bein around you.” Gods, it was only your guys’ fourth official date and he already thinks he’s in love. “Yeah, I’ll come in,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. You squeezed his hand with your own, smile brightening. “Great! We can watch a movie or something,” you smile up at him.

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The movie in question played behind you long forgotten. Moans mixed in with the track playing behind you. He nearly whimpers when you grind yourself into him, hands tightening on your waist. “Is this okay?” you whisper to him, fingers twirling the short hairs on the nape of his neck. He grunts in response, not trusting his ability to his the desperation the claws up his throat. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his. You moan into his mouth when he runs your tongue against his, hips grinding harder onto him. He breaks the kiss, eyes avoiding yours. He clears his throat, willing the heat rushing up his cheeks to stay dormant. “Uhh- I’ve, um. I’ve never done this,” he cringes at his own words. “Oh, that’s alright,” you say with a smile, “we don’t have to do anything.”

“No, it’s not like that— like I haven’t, you know. But it only because—

“Bakugou.”

“—because of paperwork and my job I just don’t really have time to—

“Bakugou.”

“Like I’m not experienced or whatever but I know what I’m doing it doesn’t have to be a weird thing or—

“Katsuki.”

His mouth is quick to close, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. “Katsuki,” you whisper, “I’m not worried about it. We can stop.” Your hands card through his hair, forehead falling lightly into his. He breathes heavily through his nose, eyes opening to meet yours. “I want to, eventually. Just, maybe not right now. But I dunno, I— I don’t want to stop.” You’re quick to press your lips to his again, content to let him set his own pace. You gasp in surprise when he grinds you back onto him, hands gripping his hair tighter. You rest your hands over his where they’re resting at your hips, sliding them under your skirt to rest against the bare skin. He moans at the action, warm hands gripping your bare skin to bring you down harder onto him.

“Fuck,” he moans, head falling back, “can feel how wet you are.” You whimper at his words, hips stuttering when he rests his thumb against your throbbing clit. “Is it good when I touch you here?” he whispers, thumb rubbing harsh circles over your covered heat. “Yes! Yes, Katsuki. You— you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans, lips attaching to your neck to nip at the skin. “C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

A tear falls from your eye as your high washes over you, hips bucking wildly at the intense pleasure. You fall against his chest as you come down, breaths heavy. “You okay?” he whispers, “Feel good?” You hum in approval, moving to peck his lips. “So good. We’re not done though, right? I still want to make you cum,” you say, grinding your hips over his throbbing member. Yeah, he thinks, maybe I am in love.