Lowkey Fuck Casual Shifting???

katsuki bakugou has a staring problem.

he does, and he knows he does, but scarlet colored hues narrow each time without fail when they settle upon your features, and to someone who didn't know him, they would think the boy was out to get you. maybe in the middle of the night with no witnesses, to keep his hands clean.

katsuki also thinks you're stupid.

not academically, of course. he's seen your drive and you're not too bad in any of your classes, actually. he just thinks it's stupid the way your laugh seems to hang in the air a couple seconds after you've even stopped giggling, a hand covered to muffled the sound once aizawa turned to send an unimpressed glare over his shoulder.

it's stupid the way your cheer on the rest of the class during training, waving excitedly as everyone eventually completes the day's challenge, and immediately set to complimenting everyone's individual approach like you actually cared or something.

(flattery doesn't work on him, though, so you can cut the shit.)

(that was a lie.)

and yet.. katsuki can't help but take a liking to you. strange, he knows. it's not like he expected it, either. but he finds himself offhandedly hoping you're paired together for the next project you'll be assigned, or that you'll run up to him first when he completes the day's training, or that you'll—

notice him staring.

it throws him off too, eyes widening for a split second before immediately turning away, cheek smushed into his hand. and against his will - ugh - he feels his face grow hot, brows furrowed at the sheer audacity.

because now, katsuki can finally admit to himself that these ‘shitty’ feelings are more than just stupid.

happy belated birthday to my boy <3

curse of the immortal - ꒦ 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰

➵ sypnosis: when you discover that the painting in a historical museum resembles you.

➵ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

➵ warnings: description of violence, sexual themes, gore, angst

➵ tropes: historical au, reincarnation au

Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. This is absurd. No, no. Someone has to be playing a game. A prank. It was easy for this museum to do after all, however, what could ever be the reason for them to do this? Nothing. There is no absolute reason at all. Why would they?

You felt sick to your core. You didn’t know how to feel, your body either wants to sprint miles away far, far away from this place or pick up razor-sharp weaponry, with your heightened amygdala didn’t help your situation. You couldn’t think rationally. No pause and think for a second.

Fear that consumed you as if your body was dunked in a deep, dark, wintry numbing body of still water, topped with a part, puny ice that cracked and shattered under swallowing you whole while walking through. A white mist fogged your head. Your head spinning. Legs buckling underneath. Stomach-churning. Heart piercing and threatening to burst right through your chest. Rigid. Clammy. Speechless. Faint.

What the fuck? What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!

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Hey sweetie

Hope u are having a great day!

May I request a bakugou x reader?

Bakugou hearing his girlfriend’s voice for the first time , she never sings in front of anyone and so he is shocked how angelic her voice is and how beautifully she plays the piano? And could u make it a UA au please?

Kinda like the jirou scene

—‧₊˚ Singing in the Sunlight ㅣBakugou Katsuki x Reader

It's been forever since I posted some actual writing - I hope I didn't get too rusty, and that you can enjoy this <3

Thank you sm for requesting this ฅ́˘ฅ̀

Warnings︙Gender-neutral reader, sfw

Character ︙ Bakugou Katsuki - BNHA

As your fingers trace the key of your piano, your gentle humming turns into some quiet and hushed whispers. The sun casts shadows between the black and white, and your hands dance in her rays as you play one melody after another. You find yourself swept away through your own music, your foot leaning back and forth on the pedals at the bottom, beautifully filling out the room. In a blissful exhale, you begin to sing, the warmth of the sun tracing your features as you match your tone to the gentle gestures of your fingertips.

As the tones entice your voice out of hiding, your shoulders feel much lighter, your ears blooming with harmonies. It all happens so naturally, like a spring breeze from your window, that you don't notice the second presence in the room. Those hushed whispers become more confident and bright, singing along with the strings of your piano. Slow petals open up to the summer as they shine vibrantly.

Katsuki Bakugou would say he knew you inside and out. It took him a while, but your gestures and quirks are all familiar to him now, and he's fallen in love with every movement and noise. He was sure of what they meant as the sun is sure to melt the snow after a long winter.

But this was all new to him.

He's heard the steady tapping of the piano keys before, and he's seen you sitting so blissfully in front of it, lost in your own tunes. He'd blushed whenever you caught him staring, and softly smiled to himself when you played a song you'd been working on, seeing how proud you were of your own efforts. He'd witnessed your own gardening and fruit-bearing himself.

That wasn't what had him frozen, stuck in place.

Your voice lingered in his throat like honey, angels kissing his ears and filling his mind. The sweet nectar of your sensuality and artform drowses and fills his heart. The light framing you so serenely, your sweet singing filling the room-

Katsuki Bakugou felt as if he were seeing you for the first time.

He was speechless as he watched you lose yourself in your element, utterly enamored with the image before him.

Mariah Carey on being High Maintenance

deku : hi! i’m pro hero deku sitting down with herofeed celeb, and today we are reading—oh god. thirst tweets?

[muffled background laughter.]

deku : oh—well, okay. i’m sure they won’t be as bad as kacchan’s fans…. [staged whisper] have you seen them!? they’re insane!

[deku grins wearily, causing the staff to titter around with laughter once more.]

deku : alright, let’s get started.

[he rummages around in a fishbowl filled with small slips of folded paper, brows furrowed in anticipation as unfolds the first piece. the hero pauses momentarily and glances up at the camera in slight disbelief, before a faint huff of surprised laughter leaves his lips.]

staff member : deku, sir, you have to read the tweet out loud.

deku : right! my apologies, it’s just, um. wow.

[he glances at the camera once again, exhaling softly before beginning to read.]

deku : ‘did you see deku’s latest fight this week? obviously i wouldn’t do it, but i have half the mind to start some henious shit if it means getting stepped on like that. so hot.’ i only stepped on them because i couldn’t get the cuffs on right and they kept wiggling! it wasn’t like that!

[deku buries his head in his hands and makes an embarrassed sound, and a staff member sympathetically offers a pat to his shoulder before disappearing off the set.]

deku : uh—great start, wasn’t it? next one from… oooh, we have a name this time. [he smiles at the camera.] hi justine! this tweet reads… ‘just put me and @dekuofficial’s faces in a baby generator and i have to say our kids faces look so cute. so me and my ovaries are ready whenever you are my good sir. end tweet.’

[deku gently folds the piece of paper and puts it to the side, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he struggles not to laugh.]

staff member : what are your thoughts on kids?

deku : oh no, kids are great. would love to have my own some day…. just not right now, i think. way too busy for them. [he looks back at the camera with an apologetic smile.] sorry justine. i’m sure our kids look great! next!

[rummaging around, the next tweet seems to distress him a little, red ringing on the apples of his cheeks and highlighting his freckles. he sends a halfhearted glare to the staff first, and then the camera, leaning back into his chair before drumming his fingers against the surface of the table.]

deku : i’ll never forgive the person who picked this tweet out…. and i’ll never forgive my pr team for making me do the reason why. [background laughter.] the fact that i know exactly what this tweet is based on is so cruel. so cruel!

staff member : would you be so kind as to read the tweet aloud ?

[deku deadpans a faux glare in direction, causing them all to laugh.]

deku : ‘deku’s burlesque photoshoot for creati’s fashion line is absolutely absurd. no one should look that good in a pink fucking thong. all my eggs are infertile now. can he just break up with me so i can move on’.

[deku groans, accidentally crumpling the piece of paper in his hands.]

deku : i owed her a favor! and creati wasn’t the one dressed me up. pinky was. i’ve never seen anyone so gleefully happy and i swear to you, i almost got on my knees and asked for forgiveness for any wrongdoings i may have committed.

[more laughter from behind the camera.]

staff member : you can pick one more, and then we’ll let you go. there’s one stuck to the bottom with tape.

deku : oh?

[turning the bowl over, a few more slips tumble out before he sees the tweet in mention, eyeing it suspiciously before prying it out of the bowl. he then opens it up, and muffles a mortified sound of surprise, flushing red down all the way to his chest.]

deku : you—you want me to read this??

staff member : if you would, please. staff’ll bleep it out later. :)

deku : well… okay. [he clears his throat, looking stunned.] ‘i want pro hero deku to shove his tongue down my throat and [bleep] his [bleeeeeeeep].’ oh my god. ‘i need to bounce on that 7.45 uncut [bleeeeeep] [bleeep] with the force of a thousand suns, lathered in oil and [bleep]. he’ll blow my back out til’ morning comes and he’ll do it again until he’s sure he’s [bleep] the [bleep] inside my [bleeeeeeeeeeeep].’

[staff bursts into laughter as deku sits there in disbelief of what he’d just seen and read.]

deku : who is writing these things?? i—i mean do i even feel flattered? a little bit. but that’s not important—! i need to wash my mouth and pray my mother never sees this.

[after a while of calming the staff down, deku smiles wearily and sends the camera a knowing look.]

deku : thanks for, uh. sharing your tweets! thank you to herofeed for having me, and stay safe! and remember heroes can see the things you’re writing!!

Hawks : Hey, are you a painting?

Dabi : no?

Hawks : cause i could really nail you on the wall ;)

Dabi : wha-

Shigiraki : the motherfucker said he wants to hang you.

#He’s the big brother she deserved

the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing

Just Friends

EEEEK!! also not edited 🤣🙌🏼

bakugou x reader college au

wc: 660

masterlist

You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated. But little do you know he’s pining for you too. The lingering touches, jokes during class. He’s pulling out all his best work just for one single chance to make you his.

Todays lecture was a particularly boring one. Katsuki thought so too, you could tell by the way he would lean over and whisper something into your ear, trying desperately to make you laugh. That laugh that he loves so much. Anytime the professor said something, anything at all, there he was cracking a joke. At some point during the class you just stopped listening all together to solely focus on Bakugou.

“Ya wanna get lunch after this? ‘M starving.” He says quietly to not disrupt the people around him.

“Lunch sounds sooooo good, I haven’t eaten yet today I don’t think.” You whisper back trying to wrack your brain to see if you’d eaten.

“Tch gotta take care of y’self, stupid. You’d be so fucking dead without me I swear” He laughs at the incredulous look you give him and only tears his eyes away when he hears everyone moving.

You began to pack your things and made your way into the isle to wait for Bakugou. He always takes his sweet time cleaning up because of his strict “organization” system. Yet you always wait. Not because you can’t make it to the door by yourself, but because you feel safe in his presence.

He’d made his way to you and you start the head down the stairs of the auditorium-like classroom. “Oh my god, walk slower” He says sarcastically once you’d made it to the doors. Always being the last people out because he takes so long gives you the opportunity to mess with him a little more.

So you stopped. Directly in front of him in the doorway. But what you forgot was he’s so much bigger and stronger than you, so before you could even laugh about it, you’re off the ground. Thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“Ah! Katsuki! Put me down put me down put me down!” You squeak out.

“Nope, this is what you get for being mean.” He laughs at his own statement. You? Mean? Never. And especially never to him.

“I surrender! I’m sorry, please put me down katsu!” You say giggling trying to fake an apologetic look even though he can’t see your face.

He grabs you by the hips and gently let you down right in front of him. And he truly honest to god didn’t mean for the two of you to be so close but hey, he wasn’t complaining. His hands never left your waist because he feels like if he moves it’s all over, never to happen again. And it’s so much harder to compose himself when you’re looking at him like that with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Katsu…” You whisper out gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He says with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. All the while, whilst the two of you are barely speaking, your faces are inching towards each other. Constantly darting your eyes down to the others lips.

“Y/N can i-” You cut bakugou off before he can finish. “Please.” The last word exchanged before he leans down to capture your lips in his. And boy did it feel like heaven, like the stars finally aligned. Lips slotting together in harmony, breathy noises coming out in almost moans, teeth clanking together at some points because you’re both so happy you can’t help but smile. It continues for a bit until you remember you’re out in the open and you move to pull away. His head follows yours in a last minute attempt to kiss you again before he opens his eyes to see your dazed smile.

Yeah, maybe you weren’t “just friends”.

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