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MHA Season 6 Blu-ray & DVD Vol.4 Cover

By Yoshihiko Umakoshi

I edited the sketch Horikoshi made for the Stage 4, and edited the message out (someone else already shared the translation, so I did not want to share it here too).

幼馴染 // Childhood friends

Posted By Bakugo’s Stage Play actor, Ryota

His Twitter is @/ryotakobayashi

Eve’s Album Cover for MHA season 6 op

Bakugo pinning Deku during Deku v Kacchan part 2

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Why I hadn’t seen this before? My life starts making sense.

WHAT’S UP DANGER?!? 

Art collab with a friend! They sketched, I lined and colored!

Consistency what’s that

Anyway have a vine I redrew

Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

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You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

so cute!!!!!

his pretty girl

okay tumblr didn't want to touch this with a 10 foot pole yesterday so i am trYING AGAIN wc: 2.2k cw: afab reader, subspace, praise, explicit sexual content

You found Bakugo in the spare room, but it wasn’t hard—you heard him let out a loud string of expletives aimed at someone on the other end of his headset from your spot across the house. Despite the venom in his voice, he’d been in a good mood all day, and it made you feel bold enough to interrupt his game. It would only be for a second, after all—and you missed him.

“Do you have eyes in that big ass head of yours or—” he was cut off by the soft squeak of the door as you pushed it open. He tipped his head back to look at you, eyes crinkling as he watched you linger in the doorway. He threw an arm over the back of the chair lazily, beckoning toward you as he turned back to his game. You padded over to him, leaning against the back of the chair to watch over his shoulder. The arm he’d thrown up to you snuck around the back of your neck—it definitely looked and felt like a headlock, but you knew it was Bakugo’s version of affection.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked you, eyes still on the screen.

“Wanted to show you something. And I missed you.”

His lips turned up at the corners at that. “Oh yeah? C’mere then,” he patted his lap, and you gladly obliged.

You settled over top of him, legs dangling over either side of the chair. You leaned into him, pressing your face into the side of his neck. His arms came to rest around you, and you felt the controller against your back as he continued to play. You heard the familiar voices of Kirishima and Denki in the headset, and it made you smile. Bakugo hardly saw much of his friends these days, as he and the rest of them were swamped with work now that they’d been thrown into the pro-hero world, but you thought it was nice that they were still able to do things together like this.

“You wanted to show me somethin’?”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah,” you paused, moving to hold your hands out in front of you, “look! I painted my nails, and my ring came in.”

He looked down, regarding your work. He would be remiss to say that his favorite shade of burnt orange against your skin didn’t do something for him, but his eyes zeroed in on the ring on your finger. He’d sent it to get resized after discovering that you were a weird half-size, and the way it wrapped around your finger had his heart constricting in his chest.

“So it did,” he breathed, grabbing your hand in his and moving it side to side, watching the ring glint in the light. You hummed.

“Thought it looked pretty,” you said somewhat bashfully—you hadn’t expected him to inspect it so closely. You were acutely aware of a spot you’d missed with the polish on your ring finger.

He looked up at that, eyes trained on yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver up your spine.

“Hey, dumb and dumber, I gotta go,” he said into the headset, already pulling it off before he heard the protests of his friends. He turned the console off from the controller and dropped it on the floor next to his chair. His hands came up to grip your hips, and you squeaked at the harshness of it. He pulled you closer to him and dropped kisses over the skin of your shoulder.

“What’re you gettin’ shy for? Of course it looks pretty. My baby’s always pretty,” he told you, punctuating every other word with lips that made their way up your neck.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, and you felt the groan rumble in his chest. He was on his feet then, dragging you up with him in his arms. He walked you down the hall to your bedroom, setting you down on the linen sheets of your bed. He hovered over you, leaning down to resume his kisses over the ridges of your throat. He opened his mouth to suck gently on your pulse point.

“So pretty, all the time,” he murmured, lips dragging up your jaw, pressing chaste kisses up the bone until he nipped at the spot behind your ear, pulling a gasp from you.

“I think my pretty girl needs to be made to feel good, yeah?” His gaze met your half-lidded one and you nodded dumbly, making him grin. He leaned down to meet your lips, and it was hot and heavy and suffocating, the way he consumed you so easily. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand slid under the sleep shirt you wore. You moaned at how warm he felt as he palmed at your chest. He chuckled when you broke the kiss to help him pull your shirt over your head.

“Aw, you hurtin’ for it?” His tone was mocking-- it settled deep into your core and lit every nerve ending on fire. At his words, your hips jutted up and made contact with the thigh he’d placed between yours, and you let out a pained groan. You couldn’t help but get carried away with him. He never let you live it down, but he always gave you what you needed. Even if he made you plead for it.

He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You let out a choked breath at the pressure, and then a moan at the way he soothed over it with his tongue. He alternated between each nipple and between tongue and teeth until you were a writhing mess underneath him. “Katsuki,” you choked out, half delirious, “please—need you.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, pressing open mouthed kisses down your tummy, pausing to suck on the skin above the hem of your underwear, “m’gonna give you everything you need. Be sweet for me.”

You nearly keened off the bed when he pressed a chaste kiss to your clothed core. He dragged his tongue over the wet spot you’d created, pausing to inhale deeply.

“God,” he ground out, “smells fuckin’ divine.”

Your body twitched involuntarily with every touch. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, hips jutting upwards and praying he’d give you something substantial. You felt your stomach drop at the tsk he let out.

“Want you to look at me, pretty girl,” and it was gentle in a way that surprised you—usually his tone was a demanding one that had your blood buzzing in your veins, eager to do whatever he asked of you. This was almost worse, though, with the way the love saturated his voice sent white hot arousal pooling in your gut. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the grin spread across his face.

“There she is,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he hooked a finger through the waistband of the fabric and pulled it from your legs. His eyes drifted to your exposed cunt.

“Oh,” he breathed out, and you mewled at the way his breath brushed over your sensitive folds, “never gonna fuckin’ get tired of this.”

He brushed the back of his pointer finger through your heat, and you let out a moan that would’ve embarrassed anyone who heard it. It just egged Katsuki on, though, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your clit.

“Kat—hah,”

Your body thrummed with need and your hips moved with a mind of their own. You fought to keep your eyes open as he licked a long swipe straight up, pausing at your clit to let you grind yourself against his face. He moaned his approval and the vibration of it melted every cohesive thought from your brain. He pulled back and you couldn't stop the whine that tore itself from your throat.

“Always done up, just for me. Fuckin' luckiest man alive. Tell me,” his eyes met yours and you shivered at the hunger you saw there, “who’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

Your eyes went wide at his question, and you whimpered at the feeling of the pad of his thumb brushing devastatingly soft circles over your clit. You could do nothing else but gasp out an “I—huh?”, slurred with pleasure. The grin on his face was dangerous.

“Want you to tell me,” he told you, pressing down harder on your clit and turning your whimpers into broken moans, “who the prettiest girl in the world is.”

Your face grew hot and you cursed the blush that surely crept over your cheeks. You weren’t necessarily in the dark about your looks—you certainly agreed with him most days that you were pretty. But this was new, and you felt vulnerable, with his sharp eyes fixed on you from between your legs. You wanted to look away, to escape the intensity of his affection--to avoid the way it almost felt humiliating, to say something so simple-- but you knew better. You wanted to be sweet for him, after all.

“I am,” you muttered, almost inaudible, but you’d guessed he’d heard it if the lips wrapped around your clit were anything to go by. You cried out, dangerously close to falling apart, and then he pulled away.

“You are…?” He teased, back to tracing little circles over your pulsing cunt. You whined, and it bordered on brattish. You sucked in a breath and gathered your resolve.

“I-I’m…the prettiest girl in the world.”

He slipped a thick finger into you and crooked it upwards, fucking into you slowly and letting you drag your aching clit over his tongue with every stuttered movement of your hips.

“Tell me again,” he ground out, reveling in the way your face contorted with pleasure, but your eyes never left his. You really were very good, and all for him.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world,” you groaned out, less bashful in your attempts to chase the high he could feel you approaching. You were familiar with the headspace he was pulling you into-- you were wholly overwhelmed at the way the vulnerability tangled itself in the wanton want you felt, and your throat burned with emotion. You knew anything he pulled from you next would be absolutely pitiful.

“Oh, I love you. Again.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world!” Your words were broken, tears spilling over your lash line and head snapping back at the feeling of the flick of his tongue over your little nub. Your love and your pleasure fell from your mouth in unintelligible babbles, and you distantly wondered if he'd always be able to reduce you to this with seemingly minimal effort. His free hand wrapped around the skin of your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it as you shook under his ministrations, and you knew he was trying to ground you.

“One more time, sweet girl.”

“I’m—oh my god, fuck, fuck—the prettiest girl—”

You were cut off by the force of your orgasm, and Katsuki would’ve sooner died than stop what he was doing for a second, feeling the way you clamped down on his finger as he fucked you through it. There was no stopping the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth hung open in a sob as the blinding pleasure lash through your body like a whip. Your vision was fuzzy as you came down, and you barely registered Bakugo as he hovered over you, pressing his lips to the tear stains that lined your cheeks.

“So good,” you heard him say, and it was like you were underwater, “did so, so good for me, pretty baby.”

You whimpered as he pulled his finger from your body and popped it into his mouth, sucking the last drops of you away as you watched through heavy eyelids. The sight of it curled in your gut, mostly because you knew that it was not intended to be as erotic as it looked—he just genuinely liked how you tasted, and would never pass up an opportunity to do so.

He caged your head between strong arms and bent his neck down to press kisses to your forehead. You let out a soft sigh, feeling a new wave of tears threaten to spill at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands found purchase in the T-shirt that you certainly just ruined and you clung to him, pulling his chest to yours.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, lips to your ear, and you nodded, believing him wholeheartedly and letting the tears slip out. He kissed them as they fell.

“My sweet, pretty baby,” he cooed, repeating it softly as he carded his fingers into your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sniffled and leaned into his touch, prompting his mouth to find your temple again. He happily obliged.

You held each other there for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, tangled and devastatingly open, relatively silent save for the whispers of Katsuki’s love into your ear. The weight of it settled into your chest, where it pushed everything out of the way to make room for the enormity of his love. Your mind focused on the ring that you rolled around with your thumb, feeling the dip of the engraved words he’d had etched inside the band. He whispered those same words into your ear now, and you turned to press your smile into his in reply. You quite liked the idea of a forever like this.

S/o whos love language is touch

bakugou x reader

masterlist

✽ at first it was very hard for him to get used to how you would cling to him. not that he didn’t enjoy it, it was just foreign territory

✽ noticing how he reacts to touch you begin to ask permission before holding his hand, cuddling, kissing etc.

✽ once he gets used to it tho, oh boy you are never leaving this mans side. he wants to be touching you every second of every day until he drops dead

✽ the first time you kissed him it was very… unconventional. it was still new to him so he was stumbling around a bit being his usual awkward self🤗 until you showed him what to do. now he is a pro. like a realllyyyy good kisser

✽ same with cuddling too. when he’s there sleeping next to you holding you, you can conk out in seconds just by him being there. the body heat he radiates off is heavenly and he just smells so good you can’t help but want to be by him

✽ still not big on PDA tho, and you get that so if he really isn’t feeling it but still wants to touch you, he will link your pinkies together just to show he cares

✽ and the best one of all is when he puts his hand on your lower back to move you out of the way or guide you. a lot of the time it doesn’t last long but it is so much better than him telling you to “move”. He knows you love it too from the way your face flushes every time he does it

✽ overall it took him a while to get the hang of, but eventually it becomes his favorite form of affection and can’t wait to hold you every chance he gets!

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice

Sound It Out

bakugou x barista!fem!reader

masterlist

wc: 631

cw: fluff, short

Bakugou makes his daily trip to the nearest coffee shop, but today there is a new barista, who just can’t get his name right.

Bakugou starts to head down to his favorite coffee spot after his morning workout, and when he finally reaches the doors and exhausted sigh leaves his lips. He heads up to the counter ready to say his daily order only to find that when he looks up, it’s someone new. Her hair covering her eyes a bit as it drapes over her shoulder while she writes. He grunts a bit to grab her attention and when she looks up at him with shining e/c eyes, he almost chokes on his spit.

“What can I get you?” You say with a wide smile on your face, I mean it wasn’t all that often that you saw someone as attractive as him.

“Tall black coffee, hot. Please,” He utters the last part quieter than the rest.

“Sure thing! Can I get a name for the order?” You look up at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

“Katsuki.” He says before he pays for the drink watching you write on the cup. You feel his eyes on you the entire time you’re making his drink, not daring to look back at him. Walking back over to the counter you hand him the cup before wishing him a nice day, to which he just nods.

As Bakugou takes the first sip of the coffee he is taken aback, for a newbie you sure knew your shit. While the coffee was still to his lips he glances down at the cup, eyeing your handwriting. It was neat but there was one thing wrong, you had spelled his name wrong. Looking at it more clearly to confirm his suspicion, there it was “katski” His eyes were blown wide looking distastefully at the styrofoam container. How could you have gotten it wrong, it was so easy, he had nothing but good thoughts about you, until now that is. But deciding that everyone makes mistakes, Bakugou forgives you. Just this once.

Just this once turned into everyday for the next two weeks. You had come to look forward to his daily visits, standing at the counter awaiting the tall, built, blonde. Bakugou still hasn’t corrected you on his name, in fact he’s come to find it endearing, kind of like a nickname no one else calls him. So when he waltzes in one day, workout tee clinging to his muscles, you can’t help but stare. He notices your wandering eyes and continues to stride up to you.

“The usual.” Bakugou says leaning on the counter closer to you, so close you can practically smell him, even when sweaty he still smells sweet.

“On it,” You say barely above a whisper. Once you’d finished making it you go to write his name on the cup. Watching your hand write he speaks, “You know,” You stop halfway to look up at him, “ You’ve been spelling it wrong,” Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“O-oh i’m sorry,” You mutter looking down at your shoes.

“It’s not that hard y’know, ya could sound it out, it’s so easy,” amusement lingered in his eyes as he teases you. “Gimme your hand.” He demands while you set the drink down and give him your hand. “Pen too, c’mon” He beckons you to give him the writing utensil with impatience.

“Kat-su-ki, see how simple it is,” he glances down at your name tag before finishing, “Y/n” You nod up at him and he continues writing. Whipping your head down in confusion and see a jumble of numbers following his name.

“Feel free to call me if you forget how to spell it again, or,” he pauses to look you in the eye, “if you just wanna have dinner or something.” Bakugou leaves you with a smirk and your jaw on the floor, but not before closing the hand he wrote in and bidding you farewell. Your co-workers watch in shock and you just continue to watch him walk away.