bakugou who swears he’s not listening—always turns when you laugh.
𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff
It started as a small thing, something no one really noticed at first.
Whenever you laughed, Bakugou’s head would snap toward the sound. Instantly. Instinctively. Like someone had pressed a switch in his brain labeled you.
Didn’t matter if he was in the middle of eating, training, or yelling at Kaminari—his eyes would flick in your direction the second that soft, genuine sound left your lips.
At first, Kirishima thought it was funny.
“Dude,” he whispered one day during lunch, leaning close with that toothy grin of his, “you know your neck’s gonna break one day if you keep doing that.”
Bakugou scowled. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, tilting his chin toward you where you were laughing with Mina across the table. Like clockwork, Bakugou’s head snapped around again.
Kirishima nearly howled.
“See?! Bro, you’re like a dog hearing its owner’s voice—”
Bakugou glared at him, but it didn’t help his case that you laughed again at that exact moment—and his eyes darted over again, completely betraying him.
Kirishima bit back a grin. “You don’t even realize it, huh?”
Bakugou grumbled, “Realize what?”
“That you don’t just turn your head when she laughs,” Kirishima said. “You smile.”
Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Tch. Shut up.”
But when he heard your laugh echo again, soft and bright, his head turned.
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your boyfriend’s arms snake around your waist as you're waiting in line at the cinema, making you turn to look at him, surprised by the sudden affection. "he keeps staring at you," he mumbles.
"who?" you ask, looking around. "don't look!" he whines, pressing you against his chest. "don't give him attention."
a grin finds its way onto your lips. "nawww," you coo, gently pinching your lover's cheek. "is my baby jealous?"
his face turns a dusty pink, swatting your hand away. "'m not jealous," he grumbles, urging you forward as the queue advances. "i just don't like them ogling you like that."
you chuckle at his behaviour. "i see," you smirk, giving him a look. he meets your gaze. "what?"
you shake your head, amused. "nothing, nothing,", knowing he isn't going to be satisfied with your answer. "come on, tell me," he urges, squeezing you closer. but you shake your head, loving the way how easily he can be teased. “you’re cute like that, is all.”
his lips purse at your words. “i’m always cute,” he grumbles, tickling your sides in protest which makes you squeak. trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, he only holds you tighter against his body, resting his head on top of yours. “i love you,” he mumbles after a moment of silence, pressing a kiss into your hair. this act makes you want to melt. you turn your head to kiss his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. “i love you, too.”
“Shhh, I can’t let him know that you’re here! Stay here, you two will be safe in here.”
She said gently as she shut down the lid of the heart shaped bed. You were curled up with knees pressed tightly to your chest on the edge of the bed. To your absolute horror, the one next to you was that of a skeleton. Unfortunately, you were left to be facing the side of it. It would be anyone’s guess as to when Lily would be back.
Whose skeleton was this? You tried to get a better look, but the enclosed case barely allowed for movement or light. It was adorned with a few decorations and smaller toys. Lily seemed to talk to it like it was a living thing as well.
Breathing soon became awkward as you unwillingly settled down with this cold lifeless skeleton next to you. What made it even worse was that a burning sensation in your stomach was arising. You don’t know how much longer you could go without some food. Lily said she would take care of it, but you don’t know where she would get some food. In your short time here, you never saw anything that seemed appetizing.
For what seemed like a mind numbing eternity, you waited in complete silence for her to come back. In the distance, you soon heard footsteps coming towards the room. With the limited movement you had, you wiped away the tears that were forming in your eyes.
“I’m back my dearest and lovely~”
The bed was opened up as the light met your eyes once more. Shooting up, Lily’s face met you with a gentle smile. You glanced to the side where the skeleton was lying beside you. A shiver shot across your core.
“Come on, we must let my dear friend over here get her rest.”
One of her braids grabbed your hand as you slowly got up from the bed.
“W-who is that?” You sheepishly asked.
“A precious friend of mine.”
That’s all she answered as her braid continued to guide you out of the room. You took one more glance back before the case of the bed was shut closed.
Genre: Fluff/Familial || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Ineffable pair ended up taking you in after consistent run-ins. They felt bad about the amount of danger you could be in by lingering too close, so both began showing caution and protectiveness around you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though imperfectly, they really did do their best to keep you away from the supernatural battles they had going on. Crowley usually used small miracles to create a diversion, using them to throw you off. Aziraphale, well.. he did his best to lie to you, think of bluffs to ease your confusion, but he tended to think of excuses that contradicted one another or were given in a suspiciously rushed stammer
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth had to come out eventually, it was way too difficult to keep it all away from you. Accidents happen, and with time you uncovered their true nature. They were rather surprised to see you be accepting of the revelation, but why wouldn't you be? Mr. Aziraphale had always lent his bookshop to you if you needed, whether for a place to sit for a moment or somewhere to rest for the night. He'd even talk with you over books or a record playing. Crowley lent you rides in his Bentley and gave pragmatic advice on problems you went to him with, always willing to lend you favors
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once the initial period of answering questions and adjusting faded, the two only got closer to you if anything. They weren't afraid to hide performing little miracles for you or letting you know about what next big end of the world event might be occurring. It got a little dizzying when they argued or came to you with wildly opposing sides, but it was routine by then. Comfortable, familiarity
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Aziraphale essentially let you live at the bookshop, always having a spare room prepped for you. He kept tabs on your preferred meals, and at least once a day asked you to help him in small tasks or simply to come for a chat
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Crowley remained the more reliable one for advice, even if his judgment was a bit clouded by human tropes he'd seen in films, primarily from the 70s. He'd even occasionally mention that a curse or 'nudge' could be your best bet, much to his angel's dismay
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Aziraphale would get confrontational on your behalf, in the kindly way that he knew how to be. Any situation you didn't want to be in? He'd lead you out that instant. Someone bothering you? They'll get a very stern talking-to. Need a social buffer? Done and done, you won't have to say a word you don't wish to
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Crowley knew all the best spots to have a night out. Whenever you ask, he'd carry you to all the favored places of London, even some hidden spots that only he and few others could enter. Or, if you just needed some air, he'd drive the Bentley and let you be soothed by the motions of the car and air passing by. He knows all too well how it feels to just need some time
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Knowing as much as he does, Aziraphale loves to teach you anything you'd like to learn. He has a book for every occasion, but he prefers to bond by teaching you personally. Want to know a language? Absolutely! Something about music? He has just the record in mind. Magic? He's absolutely delighted! Even if he's learning a new skill with you, he's glad to spend the time by your side, especially in such a productive way
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Crowley gives you oddly specific and cryptic lessons on plants, methods that you don't quite understand but somehow always provide healthy foliage. He loves telling you about music or cars, particularly of course Queen or his Bentley. He's open to music suggestions you may have, but he'll keep insisting that bands like The Velvet Underground are the best. Beneath all that, he really just appreciates the time with you, and will even burn you some CDs of your favorites
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A/N: we are here finally guys and oh trust me this will be the first of many more to come for xaden and the reader.
Summary: No more games, no more denial just you, him and the shadows binding you together. Proving just how far gone he truly is. His words carve into your soul. his touch leaves no room for doubt about who owns every inch of your body.
Warnings: 18+, oral, the good stuff ( 💦 🍆) roughness, swearing, dominating (kind of) PASSIONATE on all levels. smut,angst the lot. 🔥
Your POV
You can feel it coming from him, the storm about to tear through every thread of control, threatening to consume him whole. Xaden grips your shoulders tightly, his golden flecked eyes burning into your soul. Xaden's voice is a harsh whisper, filled with raw emotion and barely contained power. Xaden's breath ghosts over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "I can't stop the shadows from wanting you, I Can't stop the way my damn eyes will find you in anywhere in a crowd. Even when I’m not with you, there is only you”
The confession hangs heavy between you, his hold on you never faltering, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw with an almost desperate need. Xaden's gaze searches your face, his voice ragged as he continues, as if begging you understand the gravity of his words, "You're everywhere, every thought, every prayer. Every dream and every desire”
The air between you crackles with the weight of his words, his lips hovering just a breath from yours. They were close enough to taste the truth he’s finally laid bare. His shadows writhe like living things around your wrists, your waist, refusing to let you retreat even an inch.
Xaden’s POV
I have never begged for anything in my godsdamned life. But right now? Kneeling at her feet like some kind of worshipper at an altar. Gods she was worth every fucking prayer, if I was a holy man… and I’m contemplating it, I’d be worshipping her every second of the day. I would grovel if it meant she’d finally see me.
“You think that I don’t want this?” My voice is rough as gravel, fingers tightening where they cradle her face. “That I touch you because some ancient magic forces me to, because of the bond between Tairn and Sgayel?” A humorless laugh escapes me. “Y/n, I would want you even if we were strangers in another lifetime.”
Her breath hitches,a tiny fracture in that infamous armor of hers and it nearly unravels me completely. My thumb swipes over her bottom lip, dark satisfaction curling low in my gut when she doesn’t pull away… when her pulse jumps under my touch like she wants this war between us to end too.
Your POV
In a split second, all remnants of hesitation are shredded, leaving only the raw, blinding need. With a strangled moan, you yank him upwards on his knees, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt. He's on you in an instant, lips crashing into yours with a desperate intensity that steals your breath. Xaden's hands find your hips, fingers biting into your flesh as he drags you flush against him, so your legs wrap around his from where you sat on the bed. Every hard line of his body aligned with yours. He devours your mouth like a man starved,like he's been craving this just as much as you have. It doesn’t take much for him to stand on his feet and just hold you, straddling your legs tightly around him.
Xaden’s growl vibrates against your lips as you tighten your legs around him, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift you effortlessly against the nearest wall. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, but neither of you care,not when his mouth is hot and demanding on yours. He was tasting every broken sound you make as if he’s memorizing them.
His shadows pin your wrists above your head, leaving you utterly at his mercy while his free hand traces down your throat, over the frantic pulse there. “Say it,” he rasps between searing kisses. “I know you feel this too.”
You bite back a moan as his teeth graze your jawline. “Feel what exactly?” You taunt breathlessly, arching into him just to hear that deliciously rough groan rumble from his chest again like an unspoken promise of violence laced beneath pleasure itself. But Xaden doesn’t play games, not anymore. With a snarl that shoots straight through every nerve ending in your body, which was currently pressed tightly against him right now. He was already beyond salvation anyway,he yanks both arms tighter up with his shadow grip, until your hips are aligned perfectly where they should be… his hard length brushing against you and he then drops all pretense completely.
Xaden’s lips crash into yours with a possessive snarl, swallowing your gasp as he presses you harder against the wall. His shadows tighten around your wrists, locking you in place while his free hand slides up the inside of your thigh with deliberate slowness,taunting and teasing.
“You want to play games, love?” His voice is dark velvet laced with venom as his fingers skims higher, tracing maddening circles just shy of where you desperately need him. “Then let me remind you how this ends.”
Your breath hitches as he finally,finally slides a finger through slick heat, his smirk sinful against your parted lips. “Fuck,” he growls low in his throat at how ready you are for him already… but still refuses to give you more than that torturous touch while his shadows coil tighter around your waist like chains,keeping control just out of reach. You gasp against his mouth, arching helplessly into that teasing touch, desperate to get that delicious friction where you need him the most. But he doesn't give a damn. His gaze darkened with a mixture of desire and determination, holding you captive between his body and the wall. His voice is rough as gravel as he murmurs against your ear.
"Say it." He repeats,his voice a low, commanding growl. "I won't ask you again." his fingers making torturous circles.
Fuck him.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, a ragged moan escaping as he finally,finally slides a finger inside you with deliberate slowness. "Xaden," you choke out, your hips jerking against his hand. His laugh is pure sin against your throat. "That's not what I want to hear." His thumb swipes over your clit just to watch your back arch off the wall, shadows pinning you tighter as he withdraws his touch completely. The bastard smirks.
You bare your teeth at him,pride and need warring violently in your chest,until his free hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the frantic pulse at your neck. His lips hover there, breath scorching as he whispers.
“Beg for it love”
You shudder, pride warring with the overwhelming need that's threatening to consume your entire world. "I don’t beg" You bite out through gritted teeth, stubbornness refusing to let you give in easily. Bur fuck you wanted to. Needed to. Xaden's expression darkens, his grip in your hair tight enough to sting.
"Stubborn. As. Hell." he growls, voice rough as gravel. But that smirk. His gaze roamed your flushed cheeks, the way your chest and heaving now as his lips brush a tantalizing path down your neck, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
But just as you think to give in, with a ragged groan, he starts to move and his hands gripping your thighs as he drags you from the wall to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees before you like a man starved. Shadows coil around your legs, holding them apart as his mouth ghosts over the slick heat between them, taunting.
“Fuck y/n,” he breathes against you, voice wrecked already. “I’d crawl for you.” His tongue licks a slow, torturous stripe up your center just to feel you jerk against his mouth. “I’d fucking bleed for you.” Another flick, another broken sound ripped from your throat. His teeth graze your clit, a light punishment and a plea all at once. Before he looks up through those sinful lashes with golden-flecked eyes ruined with want.
“Begging isn’t beneath me when it comes to worshiping what’s mine.”
Then he drags his tongue over you again like he’s the one starving for mercy… and gods help him if that doesn't unravel every last thread of resistance left in either of us now does it.
Xaden’s POV
That sweet taste of Surrender.
I knew she’d taste like this somehow,but gods is the real thing is like pure heaven.
It’s like a fucking victory and damnation in the same breath. Like every oath I should never have sworn, every vow I should’ve shattered before it could chain me.
But here I am, on my knees begging because this woman has clawed her way under my skin, into my goddamn bones and there isn't a force in this world strong enough to rip her out now. Not when she trembles against my tongue like this. Not when the sounds she makes are sweet enough to drown empires for.
“Fuck," I snarl against her thigh,as I bite down just hard enough to leave a mark, sealing it with my tongue right after because even claiming her isn't enough,not when she still hasn't said it yet. “Come on love… let go.” My fingers dig bruises into her hips as I drag another broken moan from between those perfect lips, with nothing but teeth and worshipful cruelty.
There’s no resistance left in her when she finally breaks. Her hands fist in my hair, dragging me closer as her back arches off the bed with a strangled cry. I don’t let up,not when she tastes like this, not when the vibrations of her moans against my tongue send fire straight through me. Not when I know I’m the only one who can make her come undone like this.
“Xaden..” My name is a plea on her lips now, ragged and desperate. A fucking prayer sent to ruin me completely.
I pull back my tongue, still tasting but just enough to watch the needing, I need to see it happen. Before swiping my tongue over her one last time, a slow and deliberate lick, just enough so that she chokes out another curse. “Say it.” My voice is wrecked beyond recognition from how badly I need to hear it from those perfect lips of hers…
And then finally... she does.
Your POV
You never stood a chance against him once he got you here... not with his mouth still hovering inches away,not with his golden flecked eyes burning into yours. While his shadows pin your wrists above your head again like he knows damn well what comes next and it won't be gentle either way.
His hand fists at the base of your throat as he drags himself up over you slowly, so agonizingly slow. Until his body cages yours completely beneath him again instead, his bare chest pressed flush against yours..his heartbeat hammering violently under your warm skin. Where its now pressed tightly together, breathing raggedly into each others space.
“you know this between us goes way deeper than just Tairn and sgayel? and I’m going to make sure you realise exactly how good we are for eachother” His voice is rough velvet laced steel, as his teeth graze along your jawline again for good measure.
“You are meant for me as I am you y/n”
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting into skin as the words finally spill from your lips in a whisper laced with raw desperation “I want you xaden. All of you.”
Xaden goes utterly still above you,his breathing ragged, his golden flecked eyes burning like wildfire. For a heartbeat, there’s nothing but the weight of that confession hanging between you. And then…
Xaden’s POV
Fuck. That one whispered admission shreds whatever self control I had left. One second my mouth is crashing back onto yours claiming every gasp, every moan and the next I’m stripping myself bare before dragging her up against me so hard she can feel exactly how ruined I already am for her. My shadows coil tighter around us both as if they too refuse to let even air separate us now, that I will make sure that she knows she is mine in every way that matters.
She tastes like victory and damnation all at once beneath my tongue when I claim her mouth again while sliding inside with one slow thrust just to watch those stormy dark eyes widen before fluttering shut in surrender…and gods help me but nothing has ever felt more right than being buried deep inside this woman. Who’d somehow become my heart without either of us realizing it until now...and I was never letting go.
Your POV
You gasp at the fullness,your hips rocking instinctively against his because damn it wasn't enough. Not when this thing between you felt more like being struck by lightning, more like the world tipping on its axis and not even caring because if you could stay in this moment,like this forever. His mouth claiming yours again and again, his body pressing you into the sheets like a prayer. That was the only way you ever wanted to exist.
Gods.
You were made for Xaden as he was for you.
Xaden’s POV
The moment I sink into her, it’s like the entire goddamn world sharpens into focus. That every ragged breath from her lips, every shudder of her body beneath mine. She’s so tight, so warm, I have to choke back a groan against the column of her throat just to keep from losing my fucking mind right then and there. But control, I tell myself. That's what separates me from the beast inside,the beast that wants to ruin her in ways neither of us would recover from.
I pull out just enough to tease before driving back in harder this time,just enough for a gasp to hitch in that perfect throat of hers,before dragging my mouth up along sweat slicked skin until our lips crash together again hungrily. Because if we burn? We burn together or not at all…
And judging by how violently she claws at my back when another thrust knocks loose something between a moan and prayer against my name now. She wouldn't have it any other way either way... My shadows eventually make there way to wrap protectively around her wrists, holding her down, I would my time with her. This fucking beautiful being, was mine.
Your POV
The air is stolen straight from your lungs as Xaden moves above you with deliberate precision,each thrust calculated just on this side of brutal because he knows exactly how far he can push before the breaking becomes too much…but gods do you want him too anyway..
His teeth graze along where your pulse thrums wildly beneath fragile skin. While his calloused fingers trace fire over every inch they can reach until suddenly there are shadows coiling possessively around your wrists again,pinning them down effortlessly.
“Look at me.” His command is rough velvet laced steel between panting breaths and heated against parted lips that are still swollen bruised.“I want see those eyes when you come undone for me Violence.”
And because resistance has long since shattered under your weighted desire. it was thicker than blood itself now. You do...and immediately regret nothing when his gold flecked darkness locks onto yours right as everything whites out completely under the wave after wave of pleasure. It was so intense it steals sound itself momentarily. Except maybe a choked sob mixed with pleasured screams that clawed free unwillingly past clenched teeth.
Xaden’s POV
Fuck. Watching her come apart beneath me her body trembling, her stormy eyes locked on mine as she shatters completely is my undoing. The way she breaks for me, the way her pulse races under my lips, the way she clutches at me like I’m the only thing tethering her to this world…
It destroys me.
I bury myself inside her one last time, deep enough to drag a ragged moan from both of us as I follow right after. My shadows tighten instinctively around us both like they refuse to let even air separate us now like they know. Like they understand that whatever this is between us has long since crossed into something far more dangerous than just lust or bond-forced obsession.
And when I collapse over her seconds later? Breathing hard and still shaking from it all? There's no regret in either of our bones whatsoever...only possession laced with something terrifyingly close to worship on both ends now...
Your POV
You both lay there long after, tangled in sweat-slicked sheets and each other.
His lips ghost a path of worship along the arch of your shoulder, his breathing still ragged and heart hammering underneath your palm. Your own face is buried into the crook of his neck, inhaling that familiar scent of metal storms and pine that always calmed the restless fire under skin. For a while it's all you can do to bask in the afterglow and try to get your breathing back to normal, his arm wrapped around your waist like it was a brand in itself…
Xaden’s POV
I was completely and utterly done for.
I should’ve known. I Should’ve seen this coming from the first moment her stubborn ass walked into my life like a storm I couldn’t control. But here we are her body curled against mine, like it’s meant to be. Our breaths still uneven, skin marked where my teeth and hands claimed her. And I’d do it all again.
My fingers trace idle patterns over the curve of her hip, memorizing every dip and scar like they belong to me. because in my heart,they do. Because she does. Mine. Not because of some dragon bond or ancient magic but because she let me in, being with her like this, let me be the one to unravel her until there was nothing left but trembling satisfaction in my arms.
A quiet laugh rumbles through my chest as I press a kiss to that spot behind her ear just to feel her shiver again against me…because even now? Even after everything? She still reacts to me like I'm something worth burning for,worth breaking for and if that doesn't make a man reckless then nothing ever will...
