how they act when they’re horny & just rlly horny sex + denki, kiri, bakugo, & sero
in celebration of basically my first post getting 100 notes, and the second one nearing 100, here’s a rlly long thing I did. at first it was going to be short and sweet but I got carried away and then noticed my posts getting a lot of love! so this is a little thanks, eat it up and feel free to ask me things and messsge me, (honestly idk if my asks work) -L <3
nsfw ! + semi-public sex?, ngl mommy is thrown in there and i won’t take any criticism, degradation (giving & receiving), praise, thigh riding, spitting, daddy kink, cokwarming kind of, intoxicated sex, spanking/as well as pussy smacks, squirting
denki kaminari
— definitely a whiner
— if you’re in public he’ll keep trying to drag you home or somewhere else just so he can at least press up against you
— “please baby, you’re doing this on purpose”
— the most inconvenient place he got horny was when you were visiting your parents house for Christmas
— ended up probably having some of the hottest sex in your childhood room
— he wouldn’t shut up about how hot you looked in your dress and kept grabbing at you ass while no one was looking so you told your parents you’re gonna turn in early
After basically throwing Denki into your childhood room, he starts grabbing at you through your dress even more than he was before. You’d be lying if you said his actions didn’t start to make you horny, but you didn’t want him to start thinking he can get away with this whenever he wants. You decided that you would indulge yourself though, because Denki seemed to be in an extra subby mood today.
“Let me ask you a favor, Kami.”
“anything, just please-“
“I want to ask for a little Christmas gift a bit early,” you tell the boy who is now underneath you, you feel him trying to push up into you for some friction.
He just nods his head quickly before you even say what you want, you love when he gets like this. You pull him into a kiss that makes him squirm even more.
“I just want you to be a good boy for me today, I don’t want anything else from you.” Denki knows what that means, he whines out an “okay”.
“What a good boy, you’re so worked up you’ll probably let me do anything. How dirty.”
Request:djdjdj i love your blog anyways~ i was wondering if you could write denki, shiggy and bakuhoes S/O having horny dreams and their reactions and what they would do.
Warnings:smut, consensual somnophilia, degradation and fem! reader
he was careful not to wake you up while he slowly shoved his aching length inside you, both of you simultaneously moaning as he bottomed out.
his movements were slow, enjoying the feeling of his cock being engulfed by your tight, wet heat. you were getting impatient, unconsciously grinding against him making him lose all sense of control as he started mercilessly pounding into your hole.
you were suddenly awakened from your deep slumber and was pleasantly surprised to find yourself impaled on your boyfriend’s cock. “k-katsu-ah!”
he wrapped his hands around your throat, pulling you even closer. “you’re so wet, you little slut. were you imagining daddy’s fat cock inside of you? huh, is this what you wanted? moaning my name in your sleep like a dirty girl.”
“yes,” you moaned out. he choked you even harder, trying to emphasize his words. “yes who? tell me right now or you’re not gonna get to cum.” he harshly slaps your ass and slows down his thrusts.
“y-yes daddy, it’s what i wanted. i’m your little cockslut, please let me cum!” you announced. smirking at your response, he harshly bit your shoulder and continued fucking your insides “good girl, now cum! cum on my cock, princess.”
denki kaminari.
‣ does not have any problems helping you out
‣ he’s horny 24/7
‣ you two were watching a movie and you fell asleep halfway through it
‣ he was hella into the movie until he heard you moan out his name, mans switched up real quick
as soon as he heard you brokenly moan out his name he pounced on you, lifting up you shirt which gave him an amazing view of your perky tits.
he took one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at them while one his hands slowly wandered into your underwear. he slowly slid a finger inside you and rubbed gentle circles on your clit.
“a-ah! kami~” he was rock hard in his pants but chose to focus his attention on you. he teased your walls, repeatedly rubbing his fingers against your sweet spot. he could feel your insides clamping down on his fingers
“ngh, kami- m’close.” you gasped out his name, your body quivering as you reached your peak and came. he quickly took his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean.
he was about to get up and relieve himself in the washroom when he felt someone grab his wrist. you swiftly took your clothes off and pushed your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him once again.
“come on, baby. finish what you started,” you spoke as you sunk down on his cock.
tonight’s gonna be a long night
tomura shigaraki.
‣ was probably up late gaming
‣ you fell asleep right beside him
‣ he noticed you letting out whimpers and slowly grinding against your pillow
‣ of course. he’ll help you out, it’s shiggy when would he ever say no to dicking you down
shigaraki was playing a game and currently engaged in an intense battle. he had one side of his headphones off of his ears so that be could still hear you although you were passed out a long time ago.
he noticed that you started shifting and shuffling a lot which was distracting him from his game. “player two, stop moving so much.” still you continued. he was starting to get annoyed by your constant jerks.
he took of his headphones completely and turned to you with a frustrated look when he noticed what you were doing. you had one of your pillows between your legs and you were mindlessly humping away at it, trying to get yourself off. he licked his lips and made his way over to you.
you barely wore anything to bed and you looked so inviting, wearing one of his shirts. it was like you were asking to be touched and who was he to argue? he nudged your thighs open and put his aching cock in between them. he humped at your clothes pussy, feeling your arousal seeping through your underwear but it wasn’t enough.
he took your underwear off giving it a good lick. “mmm~ you always taste so sweet, babe” he said as he rubbed his member along your entrance, grazing your clit which made you let out a cute whimper. he gently lined it up with your hole and plunged deep inside you. “fuck yeah, ngh- your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
he pounded into you, the bed lightly shaking with the power of his thrusts. feeling himself about to reach his orgasm, he quickly rubbed your swollen clit making you clamp down on him. the feeling of your pussy convulsing on his cock was too much for him and with a grunt he came, filling you up with his warm seed. “take it all, you naughty little thing.”
he slid your panties back on making sure none of his cum seeped out. “you’re gonna keep all of my cum inside you like a good girl.” he gave you a quick peck and drifted off into sleep, he couldn’t wait till you woke up and found his little surprise~
A/N: so excited to be a part of the underground’s “underground” collab! i was happy to get a chance to write something like this as i’ve been itching for a good ol’ fashioned fight au! hope you all enjoy <3 this is my baby and i punched it out in under three hours lol
CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader
WORD COUNT:6,158
WARNINGS: lots of blood, fighting, swearing, some quick sex scenes, toxic relationship, toxic reader?? maybe??, no real happy ending + open ending
SYNOPSIS: some questionable decisions brings a mysterious man in your life. how much do you really know about him?
want to wade through the depths of the underground a bit more? Click HERE!
the multicolored lights danced around your body, illuminating you in an ethereal glow. your frame swayed to the beat of the music, letting the notes carry you through all your stress and worries. after a long week at work, it was time to unwind and relax. your friends had found this private, underground club only a few weeks prior and had been begging you to come. you had relented only when your workload had eased up enough for you to not feel guilty spending time away from your house. clubbing wasn’t your thing but after a couple of drinks, you felt loose enough to forget why you ever hated it. your head may hurt you in the morning but for now, you threw your arms up in the air, skin sticking to skin as you jumped to the sounds around you.
after a few more songs and one more drink that half spilled down your chin, you shimmied your way out of the throng of people and eyed the crowd from the sidelines. the chilly air and slight breeze instantly cooled your sweaty body. swaying on your feet, you pressed your hand against the concrete pillar next to you, accidentally touching hands with a guy who looked less than enthused to be there. half-heartedly apologizing, you moved your to wipe the salty liquid from your forehead, turning to look at the guy who stood on the other side of you. his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat sheening off his body, muscles prominent as he used the column for balance. he seemed to be swaying on his feet and upon closer inspection, what you thought was face paint was actually blood splattering his face, rivulets running down his neck and pooling at the collar of his wife beater.
“uh, hey man, are you okay?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to get involved but feeling like you needed to anyways.
“‘m fine,” he replied, not even bothering to glance your way.
you were content to give it up at that until you looked at him again and noticed his face was turning white, his hand gripping onto the concrete like his life depended on it, which you were sure in the moment it probably did. with a disgruntled huff, you shuffled your petite frame underneath his arm, propping him up to the best of your ability. his red eyes shot to yours and then closed quickly, as if that movement alone made him sick.
“alright dude, while i typically would mind bringing a guy home the first time i met him, i think i need to make an exception for you.”
“what are you talking about?” he choked out, eyes still closed, his body finally starting to lean against you, his muscles straining under the tension of trying to keep himself upright.
“c’mon, let’s get you out of here. and please don’t be some sort of ax murderer. i’m not in the mood to deal with that. i’ve had a shitty week and while i’ve enjoyed the past few hours here, i think half of my friends are too drunk to understand what’s going on and the other half have been trying to herd them out of here so i think that’s my cue to leave too. even if they didn’t want to leave, i think i’d leave anyways. ya know, clubs were never my thing. this one time…”
you continued to ramble as you led the brooding and bleeding man out into the cool night air, talking more to yourself than him, amused as he let out noncommittal grunts on your very prominent pauses. you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on, if he was coherent and understood that you were a stranger taking him away but you were glad you could help and only hoped that he wouldn’t steal all your shit and disappear in the middle of the night or worse, strangle you in your sleep. with the way your life was going, both of those options seemed plausible, but something about leaving a man bleeding out on the outskirts of a seedy dance floor didn’t sit right in your stomach, so you trudged on, shoving his body into a cab before crawling in next to him, flashing an apologetic smile to the driver. you tipped heavily as you hauled your handsome stranger out of the car, frowning as you noticed that he smeared blood all over the back of your white shirt, his hands gripping it firmly as he tried to find purchase in the dimly lit night.
it took all of fifteen minutes to coax him up one flight of stairs, heaving with all your might as you took it one step at a time. once he was at your door, he collapsed against it, smearing blood against the wood. you took the time to really pay attention to his wounds and sighed, wondering what you got yourself into and why you didn’t just take him to the hospital like a normal person would. clearly, this guy wasn’t okay and needed serious medical attention, but the second you brought it up to him, he glared at you, asking you if you were stupid for even suggesting something like that.
at least he can still hear, understand, and speak, so i guess he can’t be too bad.
you muttered back at him, half-assed insults about his porcupine hair and bad attitude, but still pulled him back up and through your door.
“you’re sleeping on the couch, if you can make it there. and for the love of god, please try to keep the blood to a minimum.”
“tch, like i can help that when i’m bleeding from… well… everywhere,” he grumbled back, practically crawling to the couch before lifting himself unceremoniously onto the cushions. you winced as you saw blood smudge all over the leather before resigning with a sigh. you’d either spend time scrubbing your couch or toss it and hope a work bonus came soon enough to get a new one.
“i’m going to get you some supplies. don’t go anywhere,” you ordered, shuffling into your bathroom to dig the giant first aid kit out from the back of your closest, a nearly forgotten first apartment gift.
a minute later, you snuck back into the living room, setting the large tote loudly on the coffee table. the man, who you realized never introduced himself, was half asleep on your couch. you smacked his knee and reeled your head back as his fist came flying towards you.
“jeez dude, i bring you back to my place to help you and the first thing you do is try to hit me? very rude and unmanly.”
“you sound like a mix of my mom and my best friend, which is not a good combination. and who goes around hitting people without expecting to be hit back?” he retorted, leaning forward to examine what you had brought out.
“bring some water and a washcloth,” he ordered, beginning to dig into your first aid kit like he knew what he was doing.
normally, you would argue, but you had made about a million and one questionable decisions today and were too tired to think. a quick trip to the kitchen and you had a cup of warm water in one hand and a barely used dish towel in the other.
he took them with a grunt, perhaps his form of thanks, before taking the mirror out of the kit and examining himself, dabbing the cloth in the water and wiping the blood away from his face and neck. he seemed much more alert and awake when he had a job, something to focus on, so you sat down on the coffee table in front of him, watching him work as he carefully cleaned his wounds, not even wincing as he wiped alcohol pads over the various cuts and scrapes.
“are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” he asked finally, looking up with cautious yet curious eyes.
“this is kinda fascinating and i’m also a bit terrified and also exhausted so yeah, i’m just going to space out here while you do your thing. mind telling me your name so i don’t have to keep referring to you as “bloody man” in my mind?”
“Bakugou.”
you hummed, replying with your own name before settling back into a strange yet somehow comfortable silence. when he was done bandaging himself, you threw the cloth in the dirty clothes bin and then thought again, tossing it in the trash, the cup discarded in the sink.
“didn’t anyone ever tell you to not let strangers in your house?” he asked as soon as you returned. though the words sounded menacing, they held a pinch of concern and a lot of exhaustion.
“with the week i’ve had, i wouldn’t even be surprised if something bad happened from my decision to bring you here but when you see a guy about to pass out, bloody and confused, in a creepy, underground club, you assume that nobody is going to help him and that he really has nowhere to turn. so why the hell not, be my guest for the night, and if you don’t steal anything or kill me, i consider that a win. i don’t want to know what got you in this predicament, just reassurance that you’ll be okay.”
“aw darling, we just met and you’re already concerned about me?” he cooed, leaning forward even more until your faces were inches apart.
you would usually be flustered but the incredulous night you had paired with the drinks flowing through your veins had you only chuckling.
“i have a savior complex. i want to be a hero and do something good for someone for once. it’s less about helping you and more about helping me feel good about myself.”
“well, at least you’re honest sweetheart. ‘m not gonna kill ya or steal anything. you’re real fucking weird for bringing me here but a couch to crash on is something i won’t pass up so as long as you don’t have any sort of creepy agenda or plans, i’ll take it, no matter your real reason for bringing me here.”
you chuckled again before moving to the other side of the couch, throwing a couple of blankets his way and bidding him a goodnight. he responded with a wave, immediately passing out moments after he had settled down. you spent only a few minutes getting ready, brushing your teeth, going to the bathroom, throwing on modest sleeping attire in case he tried anything odd and then promptly passed out yourself.
when you woke up the next morning, there was a bottle of medicine next to you with a glass of water, a simple thanks written on the back of a takeout menu. you shrugged, mildly disappointed Bakugou didn’t stick around but thankful that you had gotten a chance to experience something so wild to begin with. your life had been very boring and stressful lately and any chance, weird or not, to feel something, you took without hesitation.
when you had finally gotten ready for the day, you prepared yourself for the worst: something stolen, the apartment in disarray, a mass murderer secretely hiding under your couch, but you were mildly surprised to find the first aid kit packed neatly on your coffee table, blankets folded and thrown over the back of the couch, the only indication someone had been there being the blood stains all over the leather. with a shrug, you resigned yourself to a quick breakfast and a trip to the store to see if any couches may fit your budget and your modest sized apartment.
just as you were able to leave, you heard a firm and sharp knock on the door. your jaw clenched, headache coming back full force at the loud noise, before rolling your shoulders back and opening the door. your head cocked to the side as you saw a few men, smiles plastered on their faces as they held a clipboard out to you, asking to confirm your name and address.
“what’s this for?” you asked suspiciously, hand clenching the door as you glanced next to you to make sure your baseball bat was there, just in case.
“Mr. Bakugou has ordered a new couch for you. we’ll be taking the, uh, soiled one out and replacing it with this new one. just need a quick signature and we can be in and out of your hair in minutes,” the kind man explained, holding the clipboard up to you once more. you signed wearily, making sure to read over every single line on the paper. the second you handed the paper back to him, you opened the door and invited the men in. within ten minutes, they had your bloody couch out and a new, much nicer leather couch, one without cracks in the seat, sat in your living room. you thanked the men and attempted to tip them but they shook their heads, promising that Bakugou took care of everything, tipping their hats before shutting the door behind them with a wave.
you sat, dumbfounded, before reading over the receipt of purchase they had left you, flipping it over to see a single number written on the back. a laugh left your lips as you stared at the number, wasting no time to send a thank you text which was met with a simple you’re welcome.
for days after that, you pestered Bakugou, trying to figure out who he was or what he did, learning plenty about his childhood, his friends and what he liked to do for fun but little about his actual life. he was surprisingly responsive, though he had attitude, as if your questions were a bother, but you knew better. he was relishing in the attention and you were relishing in the newness and mystery.
it went back and forth for weeks before you finally asked to see him again. your usual anxiety and awkwardness around guys went out the window with him. he was simply too interesting to forget about and even if he wasn’t into you like you were, you still wanted to be around his confident and intoxicating presence.
the first time you saw him was for ice cream in the middle of winter. it was an odd decision, him ordering a simple chocolate and you vanilla if for nothing more than to argue with him over what was better. the bantering came easy to you and you noticed him getting caught up in your words more than once. it felt nice to be around him but you were still itching to know more about his life. he kept it vague during your conversation and you assumed he chose a very public place so that he could avoid a more personal interrogation. you were persistent yet careful with your questions, not wanting to scare him away, but needing to know as much as you could. something about him screamed confidence, danger, desire, power, something you never really had in life but so desperately wanted.
the second time you saw him was a little more quiet, a quaint walk around the park, but still public, with plenty of people around and prying ears that cast questionable glances your way, as if you were in some sort of danger around the man who had enraptured your heart. you managed to get more out of him then than the first time, learning more about his family and home life, but his lips were sealed when it came to where he worked and you assumed that that’s where his power came from. you thought maybe he was some big hot shot corporate guy with a hankering for gambling, pretty women, alcohol or drugs. he seemed to be willing to pick fights at the littlest of inconveniences and you were sure his vice had something to do with the seedy club you met him at but boy, were you wrong.
the third time you saw him, this time at a small diner, he told you point blank to stop asking about where he worked. he told you that he wasn’t interested in you like that, that he was just a friend who was repaying his debt to you, and you had almost believed him if not for the fact that he kept texting you after that. despite your hefty desire to know more about him, you attempted to respect his space, but your distance bothered him as much as it bothered you and before you knew it, he was knocking at your door, lips finding purchase on yours, hands tangled in your hair as he muttered about how shitty you were for making him feel this way, how dumb you were for letting him in your apartment, how he wanted to ruin you and yet make you the happiest person at the same time, how he could never really let you in like you needed him to, how you would never be happy and satisfied with what he could give you. the list went on and on in between kisses and deep breaths, hands planted firmly against your waist, teeth nipping your neck, legs tripping over one another as he threw you against the couch he had bought you only a couple months prior.
your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him firmly against you, wanting to break him down in the rawest form possible. if you couldn’t know it all, if you’d never be happy together forever, you at least wanted this moment with him, something to remember him by, toxicity and lust, anger and desire, love and loss, every inch of his soul was to become yours for at least one night.
your shirt was ripped down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, his own pulled swiftly from his body. he was a man of few words at times, careful to tell you so much that you felt like you’ve known him for life yet so little that you didn’t even know if you could trust him. in your heart, you felt like you did, but your brain screamed for you to run, that he was someone that could ruin your life but you didn’t care. all you needed was him.
clothes continued to fly across the room, his tongue finding your clit with quick licks, your hand finding purchase in his hair, trying to ground yourself to this reality, to him. your thighs were covered in purple marks, fingers digging bruises into your plush hips, your first orgasm being drawn out of you expertly, your voice a harsh cry against the softness of the tv in the background.
his first thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every inch of him, his body covering you, encasing you, protecting you, trapping you. he was an enigma even in such a vulnerable moment, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising a life of luxury, promising a life of risks, if only he could let you in. you pleaded with him, cried out his name, wrapped your legs around his torso, crossing your heart and hoping to die if it only meant that he would let you in like you wanted, like you needed. you thought you had him figured out, who he could’ve been, what he was, but you were thrown into a sea of darkness, the sirens calling out their song of sorrow and despair as you struggled to swim in the confusion.
you came too fast and so did he, pent up desire causing you both to cling to one another as if your lives depended on it. when you woke up the next morning, you were covered in a blanket, a simple i’m sorry written on the same takeout menu that he had left for you all those months ago. you cried, your tears smearing the ink, snot bubbling in your nose. you cried until your throat was hoarse and your body tense, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled just faintly enough of him to hurt your heart even more. when you had finally gotten up for the day, the sun a bright speck in the sky, you noticed a package of clothes on the counter, replacements from the ones he had ruined the night before, fresh tears spilling over your cheeks as you realized that he wouldn’t be coming back.
it had taken a few weeks and some major coaxing for your friends, the party animals, to get you out of the house and back into the nightlife. they had, of course, found something exciting to do again. this time it was an underground fighting ring in the same district as the club where you had met him. you didn’t want to go, the simple proximity causing your stomach to churn, but they insisted that they wouldn’t go that close to the club, that watching some dumb meatheads fighting one another would allow you to get some of your anger out. after that, and a promise that you could leave at any time without repercussion, you had relented, letting them drag you out and about.
it felt like you were a teen again as you snuck through alleyways and down dingy doors, saying a secret password and slipping the bouncer money as you ducked into the club. the room was filled with the haze of cigars and weed, choking you as you adjusted to the thickness. blinking, you admired the crowd, a mixture of everyone milling about, throwing money around as they gambled on different people, hoping their fighter would win for the night. while you weren’t interested in gambling yourself, you enjoyed people watching and so you took a seat with your friends, happy to be present for the night. you relished the tension in the air, the spark of a fight waiting to be set off by one single hot head who got a little too cocky or one dumbass who got too pushy. the thin veil of danger set your veins on fire, your senses heightened. you were so enraptured with the hustle of the bypassers that you didn’t even realize that the first fight was starting. as soon as the fists started flying, you became even more enamored. there was so much adrenaline coursing through the air as everyone, you included, shouted and screamed, some cheering on a fighter, some booing, some just caught up in the whirlwind of it all. it was all so much and yet so cathartic at the same time, your anger bubbling over, thinking of everything that had happened.
a few more fights occurred, the shouting only continuing to get louder as the night led on to the grand finale. two of the best fighters in the underground scene were going to be pitted against one another. they were friends by day and enemies by night, doing it all for the money and power that came with the territory. you vibrated as the first man, a tall, bulky red head, took the stage, introducing himself as Red Riot. the crowd had mixed reactions, some cheering loudly for the young fighter, others booing, clearly favoring the other guy. you waited with baited breath to see who he would be pitted up against but as the smoke cleared, you saw a tuft of blonde, spiky hair, and your blood ran cold. your voice caught in your throat as Bakugou, your Bakugou, was introduced as Dynamight, the fighter taking on Red Riot tonight.
your friends either noticed your reaction and chose to let you have peace or were too enraptured in the noise to pay attention but either way, you were happy that you had time to process your emotions. the smoke was thick enough to haze the vision and you weren’t in the front lines so you didn’t think he would see you, but you also knew that one real good look into the crowd would reveal you to him. while you wanted to run away, you stayed put, your chin set high and shoulders squared back. you were prepared to face him, to see him for who he truly was, to know his darkest secrets, except this time, you would leave them in the dark, for he was no longer yours and truthfully, never was to begin with.
the fight started off slow, the men testing each other with a few half hearted punches, but as the crowd riled up, so did the guys. Bakugou managed to land a solid right hook to Red Riot’s face but he bounced back immediately, sweeping his leg out in an attempt to knock Bakugou off his feet. he jumped back quickly, kicking his leg out in an attempt to catch Red Riot’s but missed. he was now off balance and Red Riot took that as a chance to push forward, slamming his body into Bakugou’s as they both crashed to the ground. they grappled for a few minutes, the cheering deafening before Bakugou took his fist and slammed it into the side of Red Riot’s head, kicking into his stomach and scrambling up, using the momentum to bring his heel into Red Riot’s chin. after a few seconds, the ref shimmied onto the stage, raising Bakugou’s hand in victory as his opponent laid on the ground, out cold.
a strange sense of pride, relief and anger washed over you. suddenly, everything made sense. why he was always jumpy, covered in blood and bruises from time to time, how he only ever wanted to spend time in public, how he thought he couldn’t be with you because you would judge him for what he did, how he didn’t want to bring you into this life of shade and danger. you understood and yet rage boiled over you at the thought that he took that choice away from you, that he never gave you a chance to choose for yourself. how different things could’ve been if you had only known, been able to clean him up after a fight, run him a hot bath and tell him how proud you were as you rode his cock, learning to fight together, learning to protect yourself, learning to protect him. instead, you were sentenced to a life of sadness, emptiness, hollowness, a life that may be safe but served no real purpose.
as you thought about everything that had happened, you looked up to the ring, eyes locking with his, defiance flashing in your gaze as he stared at you with unreadable eyes. murmuring to your friends that you had enough adrenaline for one day, you promptly turned around, disappearing into the shadows. Bakugou had desperately wanted to run after you, mistaking your defiance for disappointment, but instead he climbed out of the ring and shoved his way into the locker room, breaking down as he realized that he had really lost you forever. little did he know, he would see you again.
months had passed since he had seen you last. a month after the fight, he had trailed over to your apartment, wanting to see you, to make sure you were okay, to explain everything and make amends, to maybe see if he could have you in his life again, however selfish that may be. he worked in a dangerous profession and knew that you being a part of that meant that you were in danger too, with many people wanting him hurt, or even worse, dead, but he also knew that he had taken that choice away from you without ever telling you the truth, afraid of what you might say. he needed to make things right, but when he got to your door, a very confused older lady had opened it, explaining that she had just moved in two weeks ago and the previous tenant was no longer there.
he spent the next three months exhausting all resources trying to find you to no avail. your friends said you had put in your two weeks and disappeared from work, saying you needed to travel and take time for yourself to see the world. he couldn’t find where you had gone and only hoped that you were safe on a beach somewhere, enjoying life like you had deserved. he fucked up something that was good, too good for him, too pure for him, just because he was scared, and while he would never forgive himself, he was beginning to be okay knowing that you were alive and happy somewhere out there. life continued onwards as he fought, won money, bought nicer things, shut himself off from the world and did whatever he could to fill the void in his heart to no avail.
it was only when he heard that you were back in town that he began to have hope again. your friends reached out to him and told him that they were going to be at the fight that night, that you had gotten them all tickets, that you were ready to finally talk and see him face to face after all this time. his heart cracked at the thought of the pain that he put you in but he didn’t let your friends know that, replying that he hoped things could go over smoothly and that you were happy. secretly, he would be fighting for you, hoping that you could see him at his worst and still tell him you loved him anyways. even if you came to yell at him and call him a piece of shit, he would welcome it, knowing he could say everything he needed to say and move on one way or another. as long as he could talk to you tonight, things would be okay.
he texted you right before he began fighting, telling you that he missed you, his vulnerability seeping through with those simple words. you only responded that you would see him soon and good luck. according to everyone he had talked to, this fighter was new, reckless, calculating and not afraid to take risks, but Bakugou was experienced and wasn’t scared of the new guy. he was fighting for you and would do anything to win.
Bakugou walked into the ring, ignoring the crowd, zeroing in on his opponent. the strange guy had his hood up and his back was facing him but Bakugou still sized him up, determining that he was nothing special. the ref announced that the fight was to begin and Bakugou wasted no time charging, slamming his fist into his opponent.
a wicked laugh rung out, hushing the crowd as everyone stared, incredulous, as the hooded opponent pulled their hood down. it was then that Bakugou stumbled back, nearly dropping to his knees as he stared at your face, blood trickling down your nose and settling in the pits of your teeth.
“aw, Bakugou, cat got your tongue?” you cooed out, sending him a wave.
one second you were across from him and the next, your knee was planted firmly into his stomach, your right leg going in between his as you hooked your ankle into his knee ditch, hitting the tendon and whisking his left leg out from under him. caught off balance, you reeled your fist back and slammed it into his face, sending him stumbling down onto one knee.
with his face leaning towards the ground, you brought your right knee up to his face, blood spattering as his head was thrown back. he reached out to grab your middle, begged you to stop, asked you what you were doing here. he didn’t care that you were beating the shit out of him, he would let you do that any day if it made you feel better, but to get to a club like his you would’ve had to do a lot of fighting, made some shady deals and dig yourself deep into the pits of hell. you were too pure for this, too pure for him, so why were you here?
“you made the decision for me long ago that i didn’t deserve to be here. i could’ve been in your corner, could’ve been helping you, but instead, you cast me aside for your own selfish reasons. so i made the decision myself. i cut ties with everyone i knew, friends, family, you, so i could become someone you never wanted me to be but someone i’ve always known i was. and now, i’ll just prove to you how little you knew me, just like i never knew you, even though i loved you.”
he tried to tackle you to the ground, his sheer size overpowering you, but you dug your thumbs into the grooves of his neck, his vision going blurry as the blood to his brain was cut off. as soon as his grip loosened, you shoved him away from you, preparing yourself as he scrambled to his feet. your fists reflexively came towards your face, shoulders hunched as you waited for his next move. he wasn’t attempting to hurt you, just make you submit, but you weren’t Bakugou and you weren’t afraid to fight in order to win.
as his body came bolting towards you again, he leaned down, wanting to bear hug you to the ground once more. your fists came out to grab his shoulders and, with his face right in yours, reared your head back to slam it into his nose, blood spraying on your scalp as he reeled back once again. confusion and hurt clouded his eyes as he eyed you up. to you, this wasn’t revenge, you didn’t hate him, but you did need him to know that you weren’t some innocent little girl that he put in danger. you were your own person and you would do anything to win.
he squared his shoulders, his own fists coming up to his face, seriousness setting in his brow, finally taking you for his opponent and not the girl he loved with every fiber of his being. his left fist came out to test your reflexes. you let him test you, let his hand break through your defenses, let him beat into you, let him feel like he was winning. you were waiting for the right moment to end him and you knew it would soon come.
the adrenaline of the fight began to kick in for Bakugou and soon he was a cocky, smiling mess. to him, this fight meant that he could show you that this life wasn’t for you. it wasn’t about forgiveness now but rather saving you from yourself. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into and he blamed himself for every allowing it to happen.
he saw you getting weaker, saw how his punches affected you, how the blood ran down your face, how your nose sat a little more crooked, how you spat out the iron liquid every few minutes, your hands bruised and littered in cuts from blocking his attacks. he knew he had to hit you with everything he had, not back down. you deserved to see him at his worst.
Bakugou stepped back and for you, everything happened in slow motion. his left fist came back, ready to punch, when you stepped forward with your right foot, your left hand going into his shoulder, dislocating it from the socket, ducking underneath his other arm as you swept his feet out from under him, his face planting to the ground, knocking him out cold from the sheer pain and impact. you stood, unmoving over his body as the ref climbed onto the stage to raise your hand in victory. you watched as Bakugou rolled onto his back and then sat up, eyes boring into yours, confusion laced in his gaze. wordlessly, you crawled next to him, popping his shoulder back into place without warning, not even flinching as he screamed out in agony.
you stood up, swaying slightly as people booed and cheered at you. you saw your family, friends, coworkers, anyone you knew that would be willing to come, all lined up, watching you with wide, scared eyes. the look of awe and understanding on their faces was something that you would never forget.
without turning around, you spoke loudly, “if you want to talk, we can talk, but i believe now you’ll know that you made the wrong choice. i could’ve been by your side but now i’m in too deep, too power hungry, too addicted to the taste of blood in my mouth, to the adrenaline running through my veins, that i can never turn back. you either accept me as i am, as you allowed me to be, or turn back now, but know that nothing you do will change me. i am who i’ve always meant to be: powerful.”
the last one is one of my favorites, the would totally do that! those balconies are pretty close you know.
Thanks again for all the precious headcanons, they cured my illness and watered my crops, there were other ones I absolutely loved but didnt have the time to make them, but totally expect them in the future because I can’t die without having drew them!
Summary: When her two boyfriends are captured by the LOV, Reader rushes head first into the fight to rescue them.
TW/CW: Katsuki Bakugo x AFAB!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima established poly relationship. Aged up Pro Heroes Bakugo, Kirishima, and Reader. Reader calls Bakugo Kat and calls Kiri Ei. Ummmm Bakugo and Kirishima are both captured by the LOV. Reader sustains a burn injury from Dabi and passes out from using her quirk too much. Yeah I don’t think there’s any other than that.
Requested?: Nope, this is just a little something I came up with in a daydream and decided to write bc my mha masterlist is super empty compared to most of my others.
Word Count:1,437
A/N:The first part that is in italics is just a little background on the reader’s Volcano Dragon quirk. So, if you want a little more info on that then you can read it if not feel free to skip it lol. This was kind of rushed in writing and I did not edit it so I’m sorry if there’s any errors, typos, or just weird sentences. I hope you enjoy the read though. Love to all!
[This gif is so freaking cute!]
First, I want to give you all a little background on the character bc I’m giving her a quirk that I have literally put a shit ton of thought into lmao. So, her quirk is called Volcano Dragon and her Hero name is Kazan. Her mom has a volcano quirk and her dad has a fire dragon quirk. The volcano quirk is kind of like Kiri’s in that she can harden her skin into volcanic rock. Honestly, this part of her quirk is a huge part of the reason that she and Kiri ever became friends in the first place. He just couldn’t help it; she is so manly lol. Anyway, another part of her volcano quirk is that she can shoot lava out of her joints and withstand extreme heated temperatures. Extreme heated temperatures include things like Shoto’s fire and Bakugo’s explosions.
As for the Dragon part of her quirk, she can breathe fire and her skin can form scales like a dragon’s on command however she has to actually make them appear, they don’t just appear on their own. She also has enhanced strength, smell, eyesight, and hearing. So basically, she’s a dual-purpose wall/shield hero. She can shield people like Kiri does but she can also attack with her fire and lava.
Now let’s talk drawbacks. If she breathes too much fire it causes her throat to be really sore. If she uses her volcano quirk too much, she has symptoms of a heat stroke which include things like dizziness/fainting, headaches, nausea/vomiting, and confusion. As for her hero costume, she wears black leggings, a black sleeveless turtleneck, black leather gauntlets, and black combat boots. The boots and gauntlets have neon orange laces, and the leggings have neon orange stripes down the sides. The shirt has neon striping that resembles a volcano erupting. Without further ado, let’s get to the actual story lol.
As my friends and I work on helping clear the area after a pretty serious battle with a group of villains, I take notice that a certain two heroes seem to be absent. Having been given the all-clear, we all sit down to take a break. “Has anyone seen Kacchan and Kiri?” Deku asks looking my way. So, I’m not the only one who has noticed. I look around as Deku pulls out his phone and says he’s going to try calling them; I don’t see them anywhere in the wreckage and begin to worry. “Uh, (Y/n) they didn’t pick up,” he says as he steps up beside me.
I pull out my own phone and dial Ei’s number. Kat has a tendency to not pick up if he’s not in the mood to but Ei always picks up for me. Not this time apparently, I think as I hear his chipper voicemail come through the speaker of my phone. I look around and begin sniffing the air for the familiar scents of my two boyfriends. I catch their scent and take off in the direction of where I hope they’ll be. I run for several blocks and swing a right into an alleyway before laying eyes on them.
Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Kat and Ei are muzzled and have their hands bound as they kneel at the feet of one Tomura Shigaraki. Behind them, I spot Toga, Dabi, and Twice as well. I hear footsteps approaching behind me and know that my backup has arrived. I glance down at Kat and he looks absolutely rageful. Ei on the other hand just looks worried for Kat. He and I both know Kat hates being restrained. If looks could kill, every one of the villains before me would’ve died on the spot from the look I give them all. Shigaraki chuckles darkly, “Hello heroes, nice of you to finally join us.”
“It would be wise to let them go. I’m only going to give you this one warning,” I threaten. Nobody messes with my boys and gets away with it.
“Now why would we want to do that, Doll Face. We’ve got you all right where we want you. These little brats are bait,” Dabi taunts as he steps up beside Shigaraki.
Behind me, I can hear Deku muttering about who knows what and I can sense the tension in the alleyway. “Fine, have it your way. We’ll fight this out,” I grumble as I smack my gauntlets together and activate my quirk. I rush headlong after Shigaraki and am careful to avoid his hands. This causes me to be locked in battle with him. I try again and again to get within his guard and take him down without getting touched but finally have to resort to using my fire breath. I know my throat is going to be sore from how much I’ve already used it but close-up attacks aren’t going to work here.
Unfortunately for me, having my back turned to Dabi screws me over. I feel the burn on my side and quickly react by deploying my scales. Pivoting around, I fling lava out of my wrists and manage to hit him with it. At this point, Shigaraki is yelling to retreat. As the villains flee into the shadows, I immediately make my way over to Kat, ignoring the pain in my side.
I drop to one knee in front of him and reach behind his head to unfasten the muzzle. Once that’s removed, he starts ranting about how I should’ve come up with a plan instead of immediately attacking and how I should’ve been more careful to not get hurt. He even rants about how I shouldn’t be helping him right now, I should be getting the burn on my side, which burnt through my hero costume, checked out. I ignore his rambling rant and begin examining the contraption around his hands. It’s similar to the one they used on him at the UA sport’s festival. “Would you shut up for a second so I can figure out how to get this thing off you?” I yell, interrupting his rage. He goes quiet and glares at me instead. Finally, I conclude that there’s only one solution, “If I break this thing in half can you blast it off?” He nods so I place one hand in a fist on top of the contraption and hold the underside of it with my other hand. I smash the thing in half and he immediately stands up to blast it off as I make my way over to Ei.
Thankfully, someone else managed to get the muzzle off of him but they’re all gathered around trying to figure out how to get his hands free. “Break it in half for me. It’ll be easier for me to break it off that way,” Ei suggests so I do as requested.
As the adrenaline starts to wear off, I suddenly feel very dizzy. The overheating follows soon after with nausea. I don’t even have time to sit down before I pass out. I do however recognize the scent of the person who catches me, Kat.
When I wake up again, I’m laying on one of the lounge couches at the Hero Agency we work for. My head is laying is Kat’s lap and Ei is rubbing small circles into my calves as my feet are propped up in his lap. Ei is the first to notice that I’m waking up and grins at me sweetly. I smile back as the others take notice. “You really kicked some ass out there, Kaz,” Mina chimes in as the others cheer.
“Well, you know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman who’s pissed off because her boyfriends are in danger. Or something like that,” Denki adds laughing.
“Yeah, that’s not how that goes, Amigo,” Sero responds as he claps Denki on the shoulder, “You did kick hella ass out there though. Way to go!”
“I don’t think the LOV will ever think about messing with you again, Babe,” Ei agrees.
I look up at Kat who’s glaring off into the distance as per usual. I reach up and poke his cheek, “You okay?”
“You could’ve gotten hurt pulling a stunt like that, you damn idiot,” he answers.
“What was I supposed to do, Kat? You and Ei were in trouble. Was I supposed to just turn around and walk away in hopes that you would handle it?”
“I think what he’s trying to say is that maybe having some sort of plan would’ve been better,” Ei interrupts before Kat and I start arguing. Kat and I are both fiercely protective of each other and Ei, so much so that we get in arguments about putting ourselves in danger pretty often but as always, Ei saves the day and calms us down. “Let’s be real here Kat, if you were in her place and she and I were captured, you’d have done the same thing. Hell, even I would’ve done the same thing if I were in her place. All that matters is that we’re all alive and here and together.”
Kat huffs but I can tell that he agrees with Ei’s statement. Kat looks down at me before bending down to kiss me on the forehead, “Thanks I guess.”
I giggle at his show of affection as our friends all oh and aw at us. Ei grins as he pats my leg gently before getting up and picking me up, “I think it’s time we head home and get a shower and some rest.” With this, he heads for the elevator with Kat in tow as I wave goodbye to our friends.
Less than an hour later, I find myself snuggled into Kat’s side after we’ve all had a shower. Ei lifts the covers and scoots into bed behind me, throwing his arms around my waist, “Thank you for coming to our rescue. That was very manly of you.”
I giggle at him, “You’re welcome, Ei.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call,” he adds.
This draws a chuckle me and Kat both, “You had your hands restrained, dumbass.”
“I know but I always answer the phone when you or she calls,” Ei answers.
“Alright boys, let’s go to sleep,” I interrupt as Kat yawns. The three of us snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have these two amazing boyfriends, even if I do have to save their asses a few times a month.
