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#Bakugou fluff
doumadono · 2 days
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hey! I'd like a mango cone with lots of sprinkles and maple syrup!
Characters Bakugo and Dabi (Touya) separately pls
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Bakugo
Bakugo initially approaches you with a gruff demeanor, clearly trying to hide his concern. Bakugo's eyes dart to where you're sitting, trying to hide the wince of pain every time you move. "Oi, you idiot. What the hell were you thinking? Can't even protect yourself properly?"
Despite his harsh words, his hands will be surprisingly gentle as he examines your injuries. "Tsk, what a mess. Just sit still and let me handle it."
He brings over a first aid kit, slamming it down next to you. Bakugo awkwardly fumbles with the bandages. "Oi, who knew you'd be so clumsy on the battlefield." After a moment, he grumbles again, "Hold still, idiot," while wrapping your wound carefully.
You and Bakugo have been friends for years since meeting at UA, but you struggle to recall seeing him act like that ever before because he always kept you at arm's length. But now? Despite trying to maintain a gruff and cold facade, he's surprisingly affectionate towards you.
As he tends to your wounds, he grumbles under his breath about how you always manage to get hurt. "You're such a pain in the ass, dammit. Do you enjoy making me worry?"
When you flinch from the pain, he'll clench his jaw, trying to hide his own frustration after causing you more pain. "Stop moving, dammit! I'm trying to help you here."
He keeps on grumbling about how annoying it is to have to take care of you, but still, he makes sure you have everything you need to feel better.
If you thank him for his help, he'll quickly brush it off, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Hmph. Don't get used to it! I just can't stand seeing you in such a pathetic state."
He pats your head roughly in the end, "Just… don't get hurt again, okay, nerd?"
But when he thinks you're not looking, you'll catch a rare glimpse of concern in his eyes before he quickly looks away, muttering something about you being annoying, again.
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Dabi
Dabi's turquoise eyes narrow as he sees you being carried in by Twice, clearly hurt from the battle. "Took you both long enough to get back," he mutters, though his eyes betray his concern.
As Twice gently sets you down, Dabi can't help but hover close, trying to assess your injuries without making it obvious. "You look like shit," he says gruffly, but there's a tenderness to his tone that wasn't there before.
When you glance up at him after he lingers a bit too long checking your injuries, and your eyes meet, he gruffly murmurs, "I'm just making sure you're not completely useless to our cause."
You've never been involved romantically, but when he's tending to your wounds, he becomes incredibly protective. He keeps other League of Villains members at bay, and if he could, he'd shield you with his own body.
A fleeting thought crosses your mind that perhaps, just perhaps, Dabi feels something more than camaraderie towards you…
When you wince from pain as he treats your wounds, he immediately scolds you, "Don't move too much, Y/N."
As he applies a healing salve or wraps your wounds, he avoids eye contact, focusing intently on his task.
If anyone of the League comments on his sudden caring attitude, he snaps, "Shut up, maniac! It's just because she's gonna be troublesome otherwise."
After taking care of you, he mumbles, "Just rest now, Y/N, and better appreciate this. I don't go around playing nursemaid for just anyone."
As he heads away, he casts one last look back at you, a rare gentleness in his eyes before he exits the common room to attend to his own duties.
Rest assured, anyone who dared to harm you in that battle will meet their demise very soon, and Dabi will ensure they suffer for it. It'll be a head for every wound you got.
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polly-pocket13 · 1 day
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have a nap 
katsuki bakugou x fem!reader 
a/n: thank you for all the likes, reposts, comments and followers <3  Please enjoy this short drabble.  Basically, me to 100%
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Kacchan, I don't think I am able to hit the gym today. I have a pretty bad headache.  9:50 am
You texted your boyfriend.
Oh, no. Shall I come? I am currently with Eijiri and Denki in the city. 9:51 am
He texted you back right away. 
No. I feel like I need some rest, Bakugou.  9:53 am
You messaged him.
Have a nap, angel.  9:55 am
After receiving his text, you laid down on your bed and slept in. 
Later, you received another text, but you were still sleeping.
How are you feeling? How was your nap? 12:02pm
You also didn't read the second message, which you got two hours later because you were still asleep when it arrived.
Y/N, are you still sleeping?  01:35 pm
Woman, I said, take a nap and not fall into a fuckin coma.  04:43pm
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katszumi · 7 hours
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part one but can be read as a standalone!
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today’s the day— the six year reunion for all the graduated u.a students. the day bakugou was internally dreading.
he didn’t want to attend, but because of shitty hair, he basically had no other choice. he thought it was stupid, annoying even considering the fact he still works with some of his old classmates.
plus, bakugou was never the type to attend gatherings. he hated the loud noise, busy moving bodies, and the useless small talk people had just to be respectful. none of it was apart of bakugou’s persona, not even his pr managers could change that.
but, he also knows the slight possibility of you being there. he knows someone extended the invite to you, back then every single classmate loved you.
since the night he rudely brushed you off, you haven’t been in contact with him once. his messages still delivered green, and you unable to show on any of his social media. for him, you only existed as a fragment of his memory other than the times you appear on television or the news.
you seemed to be thriving in america. the first year you went, he remembers seeing an article online on how you quickly climbed the ranks in america, the americans instantly adoring everything about you. despite your hero name and quirk, fans began to relate you to a siren, claiming how you were too captivating and powerful to be true. soon, citizens also began to recognize you as the star-spangled siren.
no doubt, bakugou thought it was hilarious. it was something so incredibly stupid. but it was also a reminder that you accomplished your dream. you were a great hero. all of your fears from six years ago were disregarded, and you proved to yourself that you built yourself up by yourself with no support system.
he always knew you were the strongest within the class. maybe that’s why he always felt so weak in front of you. he didn’t stand a chance against you, especially when he finds your figure standing by the bar.
you were messing with your drink, engaging in conversation with mina and ochako. those were the girls always attached at your hip back then.
at first he questions himself whether to squeeze himself in the conversation, or to leave you be. he figured that if you wanted to talk to him then you would’ve reached out years ago.
but before he could act on anything, your gaze meets his. it feels like time on every clock comes to a halt.
he takes in your new differences from the last time he saw you. you grew an inch or two taller, which he found hilarious since you used to pray to be taller. you’re a little more tan; bakugou remembering somewhere in a textbook that the states received more hours of sunlight than japan. you’ve matured more in your face; you were always the girl he found cute. but now, your gazing eyes were more fierce, your pouting lips that he often found himself sneaking glances at were parted, and your newly developed body; your arms were more toned, your body a tad more curvaceous.
enamored wasn’t even the right word to describe bakugou. an understatement even.
it’s all too strange how he felt a pulsation in his chest, his heart hammering from the small moment of eye-contact. he believed that he got over you, coming to terms that there’d never be a chance that you’d talk to him with dancing eyes and a grin on your face like before. but, oh boy, was he wrong.
guilt immersed him. he was angry with himself for treating you like you didn’t matter. everything you said that day, you were right. he didn’t tell you anything related to his emotions, he was avoiding you for weeks, and he was a dick for simply letting you go. he knew all of this, even years ago he realized. bakugou wasn’t the type to go back on his word nor apologize.
but in order for you to talk to him with even a fake smile on your face, he would have to do just that. though, it was you— he wouldn’t mind getting down on both knees, begging for you to forgive him if he had to.
pathetic, bakugou would say, who in their right mind would do something like that? but he would. because six years later, bakugou was still pathetically in love with you.
mina noticed your shift in eye, so she peered over her shoulder, searching the area for what grabbed your attention. it was quick the way she noticed it was him that snatched your breath. her eyes widened for a small moment before turning her head once again.
mina was probably talking shit about him, that was no surprise. even though he and mina got together well, you and mina were attached at the hip; she valued you more than him. he easily read mina’s body language, you must’ve told mina the situation long ago from the way she placed her palm on your arm and rubbed it gently.
unfortunately, he didn’t care if you or mina would be frustrated with his audacity. if anything, everything he was going to do from this point on was because he cared so much about you. so fuckin’ much he’d drain the ocean dry to prove his love to you.
bakugou had only fallen in love twice. once with you and once with a mirror. one, a destructive on-going path without a clear result. one, someone so far-fetched yet still warm and beautiful. someone that eventually in time becomes part of the oxygen he needs to breathe.
the mirror was the first-choice. becoming the number one hero was his only objective, no matter the opportunity cost, he was going to do anything to reach his goal. halfway through, he realized he chose wrong.
there was no point in reaching the goal without you. you were his hands and feet, so why did he expect himself to be okay with the situation he caused?
bakugou hated defeat, he already knows that. but he’d be damned if he allowed you to slip through his fingers once more.
and just like that, his legs are moving towards you and mina. his mind consisted of nothing; he had no words ready for you, no apology prepared. he just sees you and, like always, he needs to be in your vicinity.
as he marches towards you, he realizes that it’s always been like this, him chasing you to his hearts desire. at the beginning, it was a light jog nothing that would cause him to break a sweat. soon it turned into a full-blown sprint, the gap between you and him seeming to increase every day.
before he could muster anything to say, he makes it to you. he keeps his distance from you so you don’t run away, but enough that he can see the pores on your face.
you ogle at him, your face twisted a bit. mostly likely from the surprise of him trudging towards you as if nothing happened. mina rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms.
“bakugou, don’t be one of those.” mina started.
“one of what?!”
she scoffed. “one of those obsessive guys when they realized they’ve lost a gem because they were stupid as fuck.” mina him a ‘that’s you’ look. “don’t come crawling back now.”
bakugou opened his mouth to object mina, prepared to go off on her. just a week ago, she was chatting it up with him, kirishima, and denki, no animosity found in any of her statements. but since you were here, she supposed she had to play the part as the protective best-friend.
but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.
“it’s fine, mina.”
your voice was still the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. so gentle and euphonious. he wanted to thank the heavens on the earth for allowing him this opportunity again even when he’s a shitty guy. he didn’t deserve you, he knew that, but he couldn’t bypass the overwhelming feeling of yearning you.
he shifted in his position, clearly shocked that you didn’t seem to hate the fact he was standing within your vicinity.
mina also shocked, raised a brow at your best-friend. “you sure babes?” you nodded in response. the pink colored woman leaned into her ear, whispering god-knows what, before walking away with ochako to leave you and him alone.
you faced bakugou fully now, your eyes taking in the subtle distinctions he’s made over the years. bakugou always was one of the strongest in the class, but even now, he developed into a rigorous man. you can tell he’s shaved recently, the small hairs on his chin slowly starting to form. his eyes are more relaxed, seeming more generous.
alike him, you too kept post on bakugou in japan. you’d frequently find yourself searching him on the internet to wonder how he’s doing. just like he told you and everyone else at u.a, he was now the number one hero of japan. he proved to all his doubters that he could do it.
you were proud of him, internally rooting him on from 6,303 miles away. however, externally, you masked a look of resentment for him.
he broke your heart when he pushed you away. you didn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to come clean about things, especially when it came to you.
you had enough of it.
or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, hoping for your heart to believe it as your mind did.
“hi,” you said. he could tell you were nervois from the way your hand slightly trembled. “long time no see.”
bakugou anxiously chuckled, “yeah.” he instinctively ran his fingers through his hair as he swallowed nothing. “look, i’m not even going to waste any time with this. y/n, i am so fuckin’ sorry.” his tone softened, coming from the deepest part of him. you can’t recall a time where his voice ever sounded so tender like this.
“kat—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.
“no, i mean it. i am sorry for being a coward. i was a fool for treating you like you didn’t matter to me when that wasn’t the case, it was never the case. you were too good for me and that scared me. i’m rough on the outside, i couldn’t imagine savoring someone so mellow. i’m a pathetic asshole, a bitch, a cunt.”
you reached forward to place your hand on his wrist. “don’t say such things about yourself, katsuki. you are not any of those things.”
“don’t be good with me. i don’t deserve to be treated this way. give me the punishment i deserve for causing you anguish.” he begged. unknowingly, his hands slipped into yours. you could feel his sweat accumulate, his shaky hands.
all of this just for you to forgive him. how could you ever despise him when he’s an emotional wreck in the palm of your hands?
“it’s okay, katsuki. i’ve come to forget about it years ago. you’re one of the best things to happen to me during my adolescence. we were young and we both said things we didn’t mean back then.” bakugou looks at you with a pout. “i forgive you.”
you pull bakugou into a hug, wrapping your arms around him. you almost had forgotten how much bigger his figure was compared to yours until he bear-hugs you.
“how long are you staying until you leave for america?” he asks.
“i was going to wait till the end of the night to share this, but i was never one to hold secrets from you.” you released bakugou from the hug, a smile tugging your lips. “i’m coming back to japan.”
“what? but america… why?” he scrambled for words.
you lightly shrugged, “not my kind of place. i also really missed my home.”
“fuckin’ hell,” his words trailed off. bakugou couldn’t imagine the happiness that was coming from him right now. in his mind, he thanked kirishima for dragging him here. “i’m so relieved.”
you laughed, one that bakugou could tell wasn’t fake. he couldn’t help but to smile. he was finally talking to you, the woman he loved, after six long years. he was unsure if he could survive another minute of you ignoring him.
“so, back then, did you?”
“did i what?”
“back then, did you like me? did i really mean something to you?”
bakugou tried to remember if you were ever this dense? what a stupid fuckin’ question, bakugou thinks.
“you were the first person ever to tell me to have desires and to not hold back.” he explains. “did i like you? y/n, i loved you. every part of you, i loved. hell, i still do.” it seemed easier for him to confess, maybe it was from the adrenaline he was feeling in this moment.
but he didn’t care, if anything he was glad. you needed to hear it just as much he needed to admit it to himself.
“then, let’s start over, katsuki. let’s ditch this place, i know you’re not a big fan of parties anyway.”
bakugou knows all too well, he loves it how you remember the smallest parts of him. he loves your consideration and emotional warmth that you’re always quick to offer. even though, the gates were open for you to leave, you stayed.
he knew that his love for you would last a lifetime and would always welcome you with sweet grace and a humble gratitude.
all he can do is nod in response, hoping to suppress his racing heartbeat.
bakugou takes your hand to lead you to the exit of the party. “my job here is done anyway.”
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queenpiranhadon · 22 hours
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ꜱʏɴ: Your father, Shota Aizawa is about to be enlisted for the war against his will, along with the most able-bodied oldest man in every home in your village. Given his disability though, letting him fight in the war only means death- so you do what any other loving daughter would do- you disguise yourself as a man and fight in his stead. But what do you do when you find yourself falling for the commander of your troop, especially when he's taken such an interest in you after you beat him at a sparring match.
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: A Pot of Stew
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: Bruises
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: To the Victors Go the Spoils
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: A Broken Heart
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ: Warrior
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ᴀ/ɴ: Is this very Mulan-esque? Yes. Is that on purpose? Also yes. Obviously, it's a little different though, but I'm really excited to see how this turns out!! It's kinda within the fantasy genre, but this is more like medieval times with fantasy elements if that makes sense. Anyways, if you want to join the taglist, lmk!
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thatnewweeb · 6 hours
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Bakugo somehow gets even more touchy when you’re pregnant with his baby.
Honestly, you didn't think that was even possible, he's already so touchy with you, but it apparently is.
His inability to keep his hands off of you increases the longer you're pregnant. It's honestly almost impressive.
The second he gets home after a long day of work, even though his work is so so exhausting, he feels rejuvenated when he sees you, so cute, beaming up at him sweetly, round with his baby. It really makes him want to just touch you.
When you're cuddling on the couch, he has both his arms around you, and without fail he'll pull you into his lap, even if you worry about being too heavy right now to sit in his lap. He finds it hilarious that you think you could ever be too heavy to sit in his lap.
While you're pregnant, he will not let you cook, but if he gets home and you are cooking, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, doing that thing he saw on the Internet a few times, placing his arms under your belly and lifting up a little to hold the weight of your bump and relieve some pain. He finds the sigh you let out absolutely adorable.
He'll do that for you literally whenever he can, no matter how tired he is, or how sore his muscles are from work. His discomfort is way less important to him than yours all the time, but especially while you're pregnant with his baby.
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dumbseee · 8 hours
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prom queen, part two.
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part one.
genre: fluff!
warnings: bad english/grammar :p / idk if it’s really good tbh but i wanted to post the last part because i know some people are waiting for it shsjskks <333
taglist: @liluvtojineteyam @tr-mha-fan <3
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"what’s taking them so damn long…" bakugo sighed, slouching on the couch, hands in his pockets while he was eyeing the corridor for any signs of the girls of class 1-a. they all decided to get ready together in mina’s room and of course, took the longest time. "just be patient, bro! the wait will be worth it." kirishima winked at his friend while elbowing him in the ribs, making the blond bark at him. "i can’t wait to see them in their beautiful and short dresses." mineta almost drooled over sero, who was sitting next to him, the boy winced and pushed the grape boy away. bakugo’s ears perked up at his words. "i bet momo and y/n will look the best, they’re the sexiest girls of-…" he couldn’t even finish his sentence since bakugo sent him flying away with one blast. "kacchan!" midoriya jumped out of his seat, startled since he was sitting near the two. "he better keep y/n’s name out of his dirty mouth." he mumbled, glaring the spot mineta was sitting on a few seconds ago.
"sorry for keeping you waiting guys!" momo’s voice echoed in the living room, and slowly they all arrived, dressed in beautiful and fancy clothes, hair and makeup done. each girl, who had a partner, went straight to them, while the ones without one would just go to their friends. "you look so cool jiro!" kaminari basically had stars in his eyes while he was looking at jiro, who couldn’t stop blushing. "wow ochaco! you look splendid in that dress! it’s the one we picked out?" midoriya was smiling widely at his friend, the brunette stuttered an answer but nodded furiously. "you look really nice, momo." todoroki smiled at momo, she nodded and played with her hair. "same goes to you, todoroki."
you smiled, seeing all your friends being happy and ready to have fun. you felt a small tap on your shoulder, when you turned around and saw bakugo standing in front of you, a hand hiding in his back and a faint pink color decorating his cheeks, you smiled widely at him. "bakugo! you look good in that suit." you eyed him from head to toe and the blonde thought he was going to explode on the spot. he was burning up inside and he couldn’t stop from blushing at your compliment, he cleared his throat and shoved a freshly brought bouquet of red roses. he couldn’t look at you, so he looked at the ground. "i knew the dress would look good on you, but you exceeded my expectations." he finally locked eyes with you and your smiled slowly faded, bakugo was complimenting you, he brought you flowers and he brought you the dress you were wearing right now.
it was the night when he told you go to to prom with him, you had returned to your dorm only to find a huge box sitting on your bed. a small note was left on top of it and said, "mina told me you were still looking for a dress. i hope you’ll like it, pretty girl." was this a dream? bakugo katsuki, your longtime crush was really being this sweet to you? you fell asleep that night, with a huge smile on your face.
"thanks again, bakugo. this is literally my dream dress." you smiled, turning around, making the dress fly around your waist. bakugo watched you with a small smile on his lips. "i want you to call me katsuki." he offered you his arm for you to grab and you two left the dorms alongside the others to join the rest of the students, in the ballroom. your classmates, watching in awe how the two most oblivious person they know, finally getting together.
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teklarn · 16 hours
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doodle - k. bakugou
teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: one bed trope)
katsuki bakugou x gn! reader
genre: fluffy? (a pinch of angst?)
summary: on a mission, you ask bakugou where he got his scars from, and in turn, you open up about yours.
warnings: slight descriptions of body horror, aged up characters for the sake of the plot (no smut) TW! for scars (mostly from fictional battles, etc), the reader has a dead father, bakugou is a little ooc, pre-existing unspoken feelings between reader and bakugou
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it was a group mission. you'd all been traveling for some time―you, kirishima, bakugou, midoriya, and uraraka. as the world's top heroes, you'd been assigned to work with them as a team to hunt down a villain who had currently been rampaging around.
his whereabouts were unknown, but everyday you all got closer to finding him.
the team had stopped in a cabin for the night, hidden deep in between a lush array of evergreens casting shadows along the roof.
initially, you'd been nervous to cooperate with bakugou. everyone else on the team had partnered with you one time or another, but you had only known bakugou by name, never in person. not until now.
and he was quieter than you imagined. constantly on edge, but quiet. a certain peace settled around him, one that had not been in place until his adult years.
he was an admirable hero, and since becoming one, he listened to others more than he spoke. either that, or he truly didn't care to speak much at all.
there were only two rooms. uraraka and midoriya in one, (as everyone had assumed), and kirishima volunteered to take the couch, knowing bakugou was too much of a princess to take it himself, and he wasn't about to allow you to take it in his place.
kirishima had always been kind, as you had been, too.
but that unfortunately left you and bakugou with the one room-one bed situation.
and unfortunately, the rest of the team was oblivious to the tension building between you. like two ropes twining together, tighter and tighter wrapping around, only to snap from the sheer force of pulling on one another.
there was a part of him that was...softer around you. you noticed, especially when you were alone with him. his eyes carried a gentle sense in them. and when he was alone with you, they also carried a great deal of sadness in them.
your heart clenched at the sight of it every time.
"we both need a good night's sleep. don't think about sleeping on the floor for the sake of me, got it?" his voice was husky. low. demanding, yet cautious of how he spoke to you.
you were a gentle soul yourself and found your mouth slowing down its words when you were around bakugou.
"okay," was all you said, climbing into bed. "you're sleeping soon too, right?" bakugou was still standing at the closet, rummaging through clothes.
"in a minute." he pulled off his shirt. heat rushed to your cheeks as the sight of his toned, muscled back flexed before you.
as if he felt your eyes, he said, "no need to linger, dumbass." but the word held a softness to it. you smiled, chuckling with a breath through your nose. heat rushes to your cheeks.
"sorry," you mumble. he only chuckles in return. a rare sound for anyone to hear, including you. bakugou was quiet. mean and cruel, but not always. his eyes said more than he dared to speak. it wasn't like when he was younger.
you didn't move your gaze, however. it wasn't the fact that he was incredibly toned, or that his golden skin glittered just right under the low, orange lighting of the lamp.
it was how strangely soft he looked at this moment. his spiky hair, the harsh lines of his face and body. and then, there was a scar trailing all down his back. then another, then another, another and then anoth―
"I said don't linger," he snapped, catching your gaze.
"i...sorry." you wanted to turn away. bakugou still intimidated you. seeing him around kirishima did loosen you up, but he was still bakugou. "i just...wanted to know where you got that scar." though his back was still turned to you, you pointed at the largest one.
it trailed from the top of his left shoulder blade all the way down to his waist, curving around and stopping just before his stomach.
"a fight. how else?" his words were a near, annoyed snarl.
"what fight?" might as well make conversation. you worked best with people you knew.
"a big one. now will you stop prying?" he cracked his neck before shoving a pillow in the middle of the bed, then settling down on his side. he turned to flip the lamp off, but startled at your hand on his back.
just the feather-light touch of your finger made him jump.
"can you not?"
"i barely even touched you."
"you still touched me. this pillow is here for a reason. now go to sleep."
"how did you get this other one?"
he twisted and peered down his back, looking at the second largest scar. this one, similar to the first, curved around his right shoulder blade, but ended right before his inner-arm.
"will you shut up and go to sleep if i tell you?"
"i just feel like i don't know you. i know everyone here but you. and it feels odd to be sharing a bed with someone who i know nothing about. it can be small talk, if you'd rather―"
"i hate small talk."
you nodded. "me too."
he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "fine." he sat up. "the big one? a big battle. the other one was from the same battle. i got smashed into a building and the concrete cut through my suit and into my skin."
you weren't going to pry further, but he held his arm up. "this one, here," he said, pointing to a much smaller scar. it wrapped around the middle of his forearm in a perfect circle. "this is from my final exam as a first-year. i lost my gauntlets and decided to go all-out. the skin was inflamed from the force of my quirk, and the metal of my wrist band ended up cutting into me."
you nod intently. a tired smile made its way to your face. "i got this one from stabbing myself with a pencil when i was a kid." you pointed to your palm, the point right beneath your thumb.
"that's specific," bakugou deadpanned. "are you ready to go to sleep now?"
"i got this one from a burn while i was cooking with oil." you tapped two dots on the inside of your finger. "i was a kid back then, too." you ignored his insistence to get to bed. something told you to keep going.
"i have dumb scars from when i was young and stupid, too. we all do. now, let's go to ―"
"like this one?" you tapped his chest. a thin line of white stretched across the left side of his chest. it was so small, no one would notice it if they weren't up close, but it was evident it was a scar.
"that's from the sports festival. the restraints they put on me were too tight, and i was already cut there thanks to one of icy-hot's blasts. the ice had only nicked me there, but i struggled enough that it worsened the cut."
his cheeks seemed to dust with red at the memory.
"you end up hurting yourself a lot."
"i could say the same thing about you, idiot. who stabs themselves with a pencil?"
"it was an accident."
"how?"
"i don't even remember. but see?" you grabbed a pen from the nightstand. "this is what i used to do with the scars from the oil burns." underneath the two dots, where oil had splashed you, you drew a curved line. a smiley-face.
"that's pathetic," he snorted. but it was still a laugh.
"look," you said. he flinched as you neared him. your eyes reassured him as he leaned in, unsure. your fingertips traced the scar. the straight line was perfect. you drew two lumps, four in total counting the other side. two antennae and some designs.
"what is it?" he grumbled.
"can't you tell? it's a butterfly."
"that's the most demented butterfly i've ever seen."
despite the poison the words were meant to convey, his voice carried no malice. if anything, it sounded like another chuckle. soft, barely there, just like the scar.
you took note of another scar right under his collarbone. you leaned in with the pen again.
bakugou smacked your hand away. "stop doodling on me."
you sat up, the blanket falling from your lap and revealing a flash of your thigh. you didn't miss how his eyes flickered down.
"you have a scar there." he pointed to your thigh. the skin down there twined up and down like lightning. "did you survive a 'big battle' yourself?"
you smiled and chuckled thoughtfully, though the sound held little joy. "a fire."
"burning building?"
"of the sort."
"what does that mean?"
"it was my childhood home."
bakugou paused, as if he had struck a nerve, or dug up something he didn't mean to. you cringed, wondering if the information was too much to share.
"don't worry," you laughed. "no one died. it was before i was a hero. years before. my family and i got out in time. to be fair, i deserve it. i was being stupid."
"stupid? gosh, what a shock."
you nearly smacked him. "i ran back inside when i realized i'd left behind a gift from father."
"is he...?"
"he passed the year before the fire. i was stupid and grieving, so i ran back to go get it. it's this stuffed bear. my first toy as a kid. its neck is quite literally about to fall off, but i love it."
"you are stupid. i bet it's one of those toys people get sentimental about because they're all dirty and discolored. gross."
"it's...yeah, it's exactly that." you pulled the sheets down more to reveal the rest of the scar. it twirled around your calf, and there was a prominent bump on your knee.
"damn. that's...a big-ass burn."
laughter bubbled out of you. "the house ended up collapsing on me, and it crushed my leg. i was in the hospital for months after."
he pointed to the tiny black markings surrounding the scar, his fingertip nearly brushing your skin. you tried to ignore the way it sent tingles up and down your spine. you tried to ignore how he was neglecting the wall of pillows he'd erected between you guys.
"and what's all this?"
"hm?" you shook the flustered feeling out of your body. "oh, that's all pen ink. i like to draw on my scars."
"huh. no kidding." there was silence, then he asked, "why?"
you sighed. "for a long time, i was insecure about the scars i'd gotten from the fire. so i would draw on them to make me feel better. anything. flowers, animals, random doodles. anything to cover it up. eventually, i started to see the scars as less of a mistake but...a part of me that could be made beautiful. if that makes sense. i know it sounds totally fake, but in a way it made me feel better."
bakugou paused for a moment, before he straightened, leaning forwards. he stayed like that: perfectly still, not moving a muscle.
your eyes traced the scars along his back.
"well, dumbass? i'm waiting."
you furrowed your brow until you got the message. the pen in your fingers came to life as you leaned forward, the blue ink spilling along his shoulders in beautiful artwork.
you didn't know how long you'd worked, how many hours or minutes you'd spent in peace and quiet while you traced out flowers and gardens and anything onto his back. but he was quiet, and he was calm.
and for a moment, you could have sworn he muttered a shaky, "thank you."
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UNEDITED.
i lowkey hate this but whatever.
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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.
sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.
“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.
a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.
you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.
katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.
then your name was brought up.
at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.
he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.
you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.
you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.
you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.
“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.
“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.
you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.
“ow !”
“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.
“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.
when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.
you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”
he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.
“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”
you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.
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jerk.
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because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.
a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
part two.
You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A. 
When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.
Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.
And in yours you’d been called an extra.
Whatever the hell that meant.
You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.
Not ever.
That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding. 
When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.
So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.
You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building. 
You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.
Or that you really even exist.
And you’re happy with that.
Content.
Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.
And it was best he just never even knew.
He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his. 
Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.
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“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”
You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.
It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.
Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.
One on one though? That was going to be harder.
Way harder.
“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky. 
Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.
Jerk.
When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”
You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.
You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.
And a little payback for being such an ass.
Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.
“Good job.”
The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.
Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.
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After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.
He’s everywhere.
And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.
He’s constantly there.
Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.
Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.
But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.
You were promptly fucked.
You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean. 
A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.
So yeah, you were screwed.
Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.
“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.
He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.
“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”
You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—
“You’re my soulmate.”
You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him. 
Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–
Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”
You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–
“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”
“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”
Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.
The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.
But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.
You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.
As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.
“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”
Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”
“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”
You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?
“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”
Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”
You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”
“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”
Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.
He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”
Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks. 
“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”
You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.
“What?”
He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.
“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.
But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”
And he looks at you like you’re dumb.
“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”
“What about being number one?”
“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”
Your eyes widen; “dating?”
“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”
“I barely know you!”
“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”
You just stare up at him.
“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.
“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”
Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”
“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”
You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.
If anything, you actually like it.
Fuck—he really is a jerk.
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READER TRYING TO KEEP KATSUKI IN BED WHILE HES TRYING TO GET HIS DAY STARTED
you feel katsuki press a warm kiss to your forehead before attempting to shift out of the bed.
you whine from beside him and wriggle towards him, chasing his warmth.
“hi baby.” he hums, wrapping an arm around you.
the affection makes you sigh and cuddle into his side.
“i gotta get up.” he murmurs.
you frown and shake your head
he chuckles at you for a moment and shifts to drag his fingers through your hair.
you smile gently, peeling your eyes open to look at your boyfriend.
“i need to get ready for work.” he mumbles.
you frown.
“skip your run, baby please. stay with me.” you whisper, sitting up to straddle him.
he can feel his resolve breaking but attempts to hold firm.
“you know i can’t. need to warm up.”
“i can warm you up.” you sing, kissing the corner of his mouth.
his hands tighten on your waist.
“not that kind of warm up and you know it.” he grumbles.
you laugh against his skin, kissing his nose.
“five more minutes.” you say, using your best puppy dog eyes.
he flips you over until you’re lying on your back, he’s above you, expression soft.
“five more minutes.” he says, collapsing onto your warmth and nuzzling into your skin.
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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months
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Part two
Katsuki is absolutely riddled with cuteness aggression with his children when they’re born. He just… can’t stop looking at them. Every time his babies coo or look at him with your big eyes, he has to walk away and take a deep breath before he starts to cry.
He absolutely adored his babies when they’re newborns, no doubt about that. He just prefers the 1-2 year old stage where he can be playful and he knows his antics won’t always end in crying.
Katsuki loves blowing raspberry’s onto his baby’s cheeks, relishing in the soft, peach-fuzzed skin rippling underneath him. The deep belly laughs from his baby spur him on, making him blow raspberry’s onto his baby’s chubby neck rolls. He simultaneously cant stand the laughter because it makes his chest hurt in pure sweet pain, but he can’t stop because this tiny person adores him.
He enjoys play fighting his babies, making you play the villain as he dresses your baby in his costume, placing their fat little tummy on his large palm as he makes them soar. Drool goes everywhere as your baby chortles, gummy smile going bananas as they squeal and attack your face, mouthing your nose as you uncontrollably howl with laughter.
He loves playfully biting his baby, soft little nips that never go more than a few millimetres of force. He enjoys picking up his baby’s hand, pretending to gobble up the teeny digits. He only ever gently nips the tips of their fingers. Katsuki adores playing the big bad wolf to his child, gobbling their belly as he soaks in their giggles.
And when they’re older, he enjoys picking them up and slinging them over his shoulder. He often gets scolded by you, to be careful because he could make your kiddies sick. He only rolls his eyes playfully, pretending to eat his kids as they’re trapped in his burly arms.
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Masterlist
started: 04/21/24 last updated: 04/24/24 total works: 7
my hero academia:
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Can you just give me a hug?
Can you just give me a hug? pov katsuki bakugou
You are the best.
So you are a fangirl?
pretty glittery girly movie
Denki Kaminari:
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all I ever wanted was to be enough for you
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have a nap
demon slayer
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Kyojuro Rengoku
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moominsuki · 5 months
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bakugou loves to make you beg for him to kiss you when it’s always him who’s feening, lingering around you when you’re doing something.
his lips will always be dangerously close to your face while he invades your personal space to the point where you subconsciously want his lips on yours and then he’s smirking, grabbing your cheeks with his big ass hand and teasing you as if he wasn’t almost head butting you over the stove.
“you wanna kiss me so bad,” he grins, mouth over yours while you think back to almost ten minutes ago, where he was practically having a sulky tantrum over the fact that you had only kissed him twice that day.
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tteokdoroki · 5 months
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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. the art of aftercare, love and food.
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about. to katsuki bakugou, aftercare is just as important as making you feel good. and nothing beats aftercare more than a home cooked meal, made with love.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw? characters in their 20s, suggestive, fluff, aftercare sessions, bakugou cooks for reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, afab!reader, pro hero!bakugou. i haven’t written him in 4ever go easy on me </3!! wc: 400+
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no matter how fucked out or pussy drunk he is, katsuki always makes you a meal after sex.
bakugou’s first instinct is to get you water, kiss your head and tell you what a good little thing you’ve been for him. his baby always takes him so well. his baby deserves a treat.
once you’ve calmed down enough, and he’s cleaned you up, he carries you to the kitchen with his infamous skull shirt draped over your twitching frame. he likes the way you sling your arms lazily over his broad shoulders and the way you nuzzle into his neck too — as if you can’t get enough of him or need the blonde for comfort.
he’s careful when he sets you down on the counter — grabbing you a water bottle from the fridge and holding the cool plastic rim against your cherry bruised lips. “drink,” he says, though it’s more like a caring command. “need to keep you hydrated.”
katsuki keeps his touch gentle when he uses two fingers to tilt your head up, making sure you swallow down enough water to make him satisfied. he’ll praise you, call you his good little baby and ask if he can leave you alone for a second to get your dinner started.
silence with katsuki is always comfortable, never awkward or weird after being so intimate and open with one another. the slight clang of ceramic cooking ware against one another fills your kitchen along with the scuff of his house slippers against your laminated floors. every so often, a kiss is delivered to your forehead, nose or cheeks as the blonde reaches up to grab spices from the cabinet above your head.
he lets you know that he’s still there, in small little ways.
bakugou knows not to spend too long on a meal after ravaging you. you’re always impatient and the food smells a little too good, making your tummy rumble and an adorable pout form on your lips. “such a brat, huh? even now,” he coos, flicking your nose as he slips between your legs. “taste this f’me. wanna know if you think it’s ready.”
like a baby, he scoops a spoonful of broth or soup or stew or whatever you fancy that night, into your awaiting mouth — watching for that spark in your eyes or a brightened expression spreading across your face.
“good?”
“great.”
he shares you out a portion, spending a good amount time feeding you before he has some of his own.
because katsuki bakugou’s love language is cooking — putting the perfect amount of time into creating the perfect meal is how he shows that he cares for you. and as you scarf down every bite, you know that each one was made with katsuki’s love for you.
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Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.
At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.
They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.
Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.
When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.
You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.
It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.
After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.
He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.
You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.
When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.
From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.
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miniimight · 7 months
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❝ CAN WE LEAVE ? ❞ feeling overstimulated at an event, you ask him to take you home
with deku, bakugou, todoroki ( pro heroes )
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it was so loud. it was too bright. and the music's vibration grated on your sanity with every rhythmic thump. there were too many people—too many bodies, so many conversations, and shit it was so hot. you felt as if you were floating, in a woozy state as you made your way over to your boyfriend, who was chatting with a couple friends.
IZUKU
at your hushed whisper, izuku immediately honed into your expression and body language. his eyebrows creased in concern as he guided the both of you to a corner. "what's wrong, love?"
you pursed your lips. "there's just... there's a lot of..." you sighed, unsure of how to phrase it.
he leaned into you, blocking you from the party scene behind him. "it's okay, sweetheart, we don't have to stay if you don't wanna." he read your mind and you couldn't be more grateful.
tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head pounded. "izuku..." you whined, massaging your temples.
deku shushed you and pulled you into his chest, helping you walk out of the venue. "let's go home."
"thanks..."
"no need to thank me." he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he hoisted you up and into his arms. "i was over it a while ago."
you giggled and he flashed a goofy smile.
he took you to your side of the car before climbing in himself, turning down the radio and resting a loving hand on your thigh. "rest up."
you laughed softly. "if i sleep, i might not get up, even when we get home. you'd have to carry me."
he looked at you playfully, a smirk on his lips. "it's cute how you think that'd be a problem for me, love." he pat your thigh as if that was a done deal, pulling out into the road.
the comfortable silence lulled you to sleep.
BAKUGO
"home?" he asked.
you nodded shyly.
he stood up and said a brash goodbye to his friends, lacing your hand in his as he pulled you through the crowd. once you were both far away enough from the party, you heard each other loud and clear.
"how long did you wait?" he mused as he fished in his pockets for keys.
"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"how long did you wait to tell me?" he gave you a pointed look. you looked away and pursed your lips.
"you were having fun with your friends, and i really didn't want to cut it short..." you mumbled, your eyes stinging.
he opened your car door for you, leaning over the car as he watched you buckle your seatbelt. you stared up at him with glossy eyes and he softened, brushing his thumb over your cheek. the silence was welcomed as your eyes fluttered shut.
"don't be an idiot." he murmured. "just tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, 'kay?"
you leaned into his hands with a smile. "i will."
he smiled and shut your door, slipping into the driver's seat. he took your hand in his again, kissing your knuckles as he sped off.
TODOROKI
"now?" he cocked his head to the side. "are you not enjoying the party?"
your eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, the movement alone making you feel dizzy.
"okay." he set his drink down. "okay, we can leave."
"thanks..." you followed him, unsure of his feelings at the moment. he opened your car door and closed it shut once you were inside, walking to the front of the car. you saw him out the windshield picking up a call, pacing slightly as he conversed.
you grew more nervous by the minute, wondering if you should've just grinned and gotten through it. he was having a good time catching up with his friends, after all.
finally, he sat in the driver's seat, sighing as he leaned back. you watched him with concern and a little bit of guilt.
"i'm sorry, i... we can go back if you want. really." you said.
he looked at you incredulously, his expression reading utter confusion. "but... i thought you weren't enjoying it?"
"well, i—" you stammered, collecting your thoughts. "you were having a great time with your friends and i should've thought of that before i asked to leave."
he shook his head and leaned towards you. "i'm just as tired as you are, darling." he smiled. "to be honest, i'm glad you asked to leave."
"who were you on call with?" you let curiosity get the better of you.
"midoriya, he was just concerned about you." he buckled his seatbelt and brought the car to life. he cast you a little smirk. "i'm afraid you're not very good at hiding your expressions, love."
your face heated as you turned back to face the windshield. he laughed softly, "it's alright. we both aren't."
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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