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houseoftulips · 11 months

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Falling For Ya! | K. Bakugo ~ the one where you test if he can catch you

─➭ pairing: pro!hero bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

─➭ mentions of: lovey-dovey fluff

─➭ note: i’m writing a brigerton au about reader and bakugo!

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You do this stupid thing all the time. It gets on Katsuki’s nerves so damn much. But you think it’s funny and cute to see your boyfriend’s overdramatic reactions.

You like to trust fall when he’s around.

You do it out of pure entertainment and enjoyment. At first you did it just to see if he’ll catch you last minute. You wanted to put his hero instincts to the test. The poor man was just trying to relax from a long day of patrol only to have his wacko, (his words) girlfriend test him like a guinea pig.

He was sitting on the recliner chair in the living room when you randomly walked beside him with a shit eating grin on your face. Katsuki knew right away you were up to no good and there you went, you literally flung yourself towards the hardwood floor.

“JESUS FUCK, WOMAN!”

Katsuki yelled as he practically shot himself out of the comfort of his seat to catch you. With just one hand wrapped around your waist saved you from falling straight on your back. “Why the fuck would you do that,” he aggressively sighed as he pulled your laughing self on his lap as he sat back on his seat.

“Just wanted to see how fast you could catch me, ‘suki,” you laughed as he poked your sides.

“Of course I’d catch you, dumbass. Just don’t do that shit again.”

And you did it again two days later. And again and again after that. To be honest it never dawned on you to stop because it was just so fun to do it.

You did it anywhere and everywhere. Stores, dates, his parents house, and even in the middle of the sidewalk. You’d stretch your arms straight out and fall. And he was always there to catch you.

“Fuck! Quit doin’ that!”

“Jesus christ!”

“I’m gonna murder you!”

Ah, they were good memories to make with him because not only did you get under his skin which you love to do but it brought some cute sappy moments between you too.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he says as he gracefully catches you in his arms without a sweat. You guys were in the middle of the pier for date night when he saw you do a little twirl for him to show off your outfit, only for you to fall straight to the ground.

“I know,” you giggle as he uses his other hand to pick up your legs in bridle style, “But you always catch me!”

“Yeah, one day I won’t and your gonna turn into a baby because you got hurt,” he grumbles as he pulls you closer to his chest feeling your arms wrap around his neck.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Ha? What makes you think so?”

“Because you love me,” you say before kissing his cheek then you cup his jaw to make him face you, “And you would be the meanest boyfriend ever, if you did.”

“Ah,” he muses with a smirk as he leans down just barely brushing his lips against yours, “Now I can’t have that happenin’, huh?”

“Nope!” you empathize with a sweet smile he loves so much.

“Well pretty girl, you better keep falling for me,” he whispers before softly but eagerly kisses your soft lips. You both pull away with soft smiles and slightly out of breath. “Just hold back from givin’ me an early heart attack, yeah?”

“Yeah okay,” you nod.

Then you’re annoying ass falls again not even 20 minutes later.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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sssssSSSHHHHHHLEAVEMEALONE-

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You’d gone to bed angry last night.

It was a promise you’d made to each other long ago, back when you’d gotten into your first big fight in the early months of your relationship, to never go to bed angry, to work through and compromise with whatever problems plagued your love. No one deserved to go to bed thinking their partner was angry at them.

But when Bakugo spit his venomous words, turned on his heel and slammed your bedroom door shut last night to leave you with the shattered heart he’d just created, your feet couldn’t even begin to move towards the closed door. You didn’t want to face him, want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how bad he hurt you, and if he so badly didn’t want you in bed next to him, who were you to try and convince otherwise?

So, wordlessly, you climbed into the scratchy, lumpy couch he’d seemingly banished you to, and you pulled the too-small, too-thin blanket over you, and stared at the leather of the couch for the next six hours, the clock ticking all the while.

The rest of the morning was a blur; showered, brushed your teeth and had a cup of tea in the silence of it all, you’d finally found it in your means to make something to eat, and you’re also finally reminded of why you didn’t want to do that in the first place when a sleepy, albeit still tense Katsuki shuffles his way into the kitchen to face you for the first time since he’d yelled at you.

“Hey,” he mumbles, a calloused hand carding through the blonde locks of bed head that he sported. You don’t spare him a glance, instead, you keep slicing the fruit for breakfast, barely acknowledging him with a quiet, almost bored, ‘hi.’

In your peripheral, he winced at your coldness, clearly not used to it, “I… uh…” he chews his lip, and it’s a side of Katsuki you haven’t seen since high school, timid and hesitant to even look at you for fear of rejection. He’s always so confident in his snide remarks and quick reactions, but now he looks so… scared, like you’ll smack him with the pan you’re cooking on.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” you mumble, breaking an egg in the pan and watching it sear under the heat of the stove. When you’re met with more silence, you force yourself to not look at the man you’d fallen so hard in love with, because you knew if you did, you’d immediately forgive him for the pain of last night.

“You didn’t come to bed,” he says, clearing his throat.

“You made it pretty obvious that you didn’t want me there,” your reply comes quick, and it silenced him immediately.

Then, the signals in your brain surge and cross as thick arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and when you try to squirm out of his grip to be alone for even just a little bit longer before breakfast, the lips against your shoulder mumble out a quick, but sincere, ‘I’m sorry,’ and it finally causes you to still.

“I was shitty last night,” he continues. “I said dumb things to hurt you, and it… it wasn’t cool.” Fingers fiddle with the waist band of your sweats, but you know it’s more for search of your loving warmth than anything else. “I hated waking up without you. I always want you next me, I always want to kiss the corner of your eye to make you smile in your sleep, I always want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up. I don’t know how I knocked out last night without you. But this morning, when I saw you weren’t next to me, I just… Fuck, I can’t believe I ever-“

“Katsuki?”

He shuts up at the use of his name, whole body tensing and arms tightening even more around you, almost scared to loosen them. You sigh, “you just… hurt my feelings last night.”

He whimpers. So you rest a reassuring hand on his wrist.

“I know,” he swallows.

“I don’t understand why…”

“There’s not a ‘why,’” he sighs. “I just did, because I’m an asshole, and it was fucked up of me.”

You hum in agreement at his words, turning around in his arms to finally face him. His eyes look sunken in and they glimmer with a certain shame, but they’re still the eyes you fell in love with so many years ago.

“Please don’t talk to me like that again,” you whisper, fingers moving back a blond lock from his face. Meaty fingers wrap around your wrist to keep it close, and he turns his head to plant a kiss to your warm palm. “And… and no more going to bed angry.”

“We won’t, baby,” he promises, giving your wrist a reassuring squeeze. “I promise..” maroon eyes blink longingly at you before his pink pout curls into a small, rare smile. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, allowing him to pull you into an easy hug. Your cheek nuzzles against his shoulder, relishing in the familiar feeling, “even if you are the worst man ever.”

He chuckles shortly, “I know, babe.”

“I mean like, an absolute monster-“

“Got it, I’m an asshole.”

“-worst creature to shamble the face of the earth-“

“I fucking got it, dumbass!” He snarls, using his force to shove you backwards against the counter, your arms instinctively tossing around him to brace yourself while giggles pour from your lips. “Enough fuckin’ guilt tripping!” The hands on your waist gently move to your lower back to keep them from getting bumped and bruised by the counter; even in his worst, he prepares himself to protect you from anything, no matter how mad he wants to pretend he is.

But you don’t discount the way you hear the smile in his voice, and when you feel it stretched out against the skin of your neck, the weight off your shoulders eases in realizing that you two would be fine.

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hanako-0kun · 5 days

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE MAN EVER♡

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Katsuki Bakugo is a man of great things. And one of them is being your boyfriend. So you decided to take matters into your own hands and surprise him with a gift you actually have been saving up until today. It was a one of a kind All Might figurine that you saw him staring at in a mall once. Of course he didn't say anything, which he didn't need too, but you already knew you had to get that for him.

You knew he wasn't a big fan of parties or too many people but you decided to decorate the place just a bit. You already had the cake in the oven so now you just had to see up the banner and balloons before he came home. You took a step down from the ladder you were standing on and inspected your work. You nodded in approval as your head snapped towards the front door. You panicked before diving down behind one of the kitchen counters. You heard him stomping into the kitchen, so that's when you made your move.

You then jumped up with your arms in the air as confetti was thrown from your hands.

"Happy birthday, Kats'!" Katsuki looked bewildered before smiling softly. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks baby." You giggled and pushed away from his embrace and ran towards a nearby closet. When you returned you had a box wrapped up in golden wrapping paper. "What's this?" He asked as he took the box from you and inspected it.

"It's a present, obviously! Now open it!" You squirmed in your place as Katsuki started to open the present with a puzzled look on his face. He torn off the wrapping paper in quick speed and finally realized what was inside. He opened the box itself and pulled out the figurine.

"Is this...?" You nodded excitedly.

"Yes it is!" Katsuki furrowed his brows slightly and turned his head to look at you.

"[Y/N]..." A frown formed on your face as your arms dropped to your sides.

"You don't like it?" He shook his head and turned his head back to the box in his hands.

"It's not that. I just thought you shouldn't have spent this much money on my birthday." It was now your turn to furrow your brows. You then walked over to gently smack his shoulder. "Hey! What was that for?!"

"You should know damn well that I would've spent my money on you!" Katsuki stared at you with widened eye for a moment before relaxing and sighing.

"I know. Thanks, baby. I love it. I'm sorry for sayin' stuff like that." You smiled brightly and hugged him tight around the waist.

"You're welcome"! He smiled softly and started to sniff his nose around.

"Did you put somethin' in the oven?" You gasp at his question and ran over to the oven to pull out what remained of his birthday cake. You frowned at the cake and placed your face in your hands in shame. Katsuki walked by your side and placed a kiss on your temple. "It's alright, [Y/N]." You felt your bottom lip tremble at his words.

"It's not though. Your birthday cake is ruined and it's all my fault..." He hummed and stared at the cake.

"To be honest I can't give two shits about the cake." Your heart sank at his words and can almost feel tears about to spill out of your eyes. "What I actually care about is the effort and spendin' time with you." You lifted up your head up from your hands and was met with Katsuki's crimson orbs.

"Really...?"

"I wouldn't say somethin' if I didn't mean it. You know that." You wiped the water from your eyes and wrapped one of your arms around his waist. "Plus, I rather have this cake." He then quickly slithered his hand down to your ass and gave it a quick squeeze. You yelped in surprise and smacked his shoulder as he laughed at your reaction. Once you both calmed down, you embraced each other and just stood there in the kitchen for a moment. After a while, you lifted your head up and gave a big smile to Katsuki. He returned and small smirk before placing a small peck on your lips.

"Happy Birthday, my love."

"Happy fuckin' birthday to me."

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foundfamilyadoptionagency · 4 months

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Below is propaganda submitted in support of why this character should join the tumblr found family:

I don't actually go to this fandom but I thought everyone liked him??? Do people not like him anymore??? He looks sweet if a little crazy. I say give him another chance!

He may be mean but he is a character with l a y e r s . He's rude on the outside but this man would do anything for his friends and is also an absolute icon.

I need non/casual fans of this series to understand the past few years Bakugou has been genuinely reevaluating his ego and how he treats others. Instead of being the one to beat Izuku, he wants to be the one to support him. He apologized for everything he did wrong and now he deserves to be adopted in with Izuku. If nothing else, do it because Deku would want him in. He's grown so much and that needs to be recognized. Let this hero into the family 🫡

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donotenter505 · 3 months

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Some of my fav MHA characters' heads

(that lowkey sounds kinda creepy ngl 💀)

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hotwings0203 · 2 years

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Bully Bakugo w a soulmate be likeee ehehehe

Tw:noncon, bullying, stalking

It would’ve been easier if he had outright tormented you. If it had been you who was the victim of the surrounding bullying, the not-so-quiet snarls of insults that came hurling at your female friends, the physical altercations that his goons would exchange between the guys in your class that you’d laugh with, but no.

No, he wasn’t that merciful. He wanted you to know that inside the targeted circle of your friends and family lied a very isolated you.

He was picking off these people one by one to get closer to you, akin to the way he was picking off each layer of skin that protected you from his grasp.

He never spoke a word to you because he never had to. When you’d be walking with your friends behind the school, he was always there with his own posse, gravitating towards your group and quietly observing as his looming henchmen would pick at your friends’ skirts, push their books out of their shaking hands, call them horrible names.

You knew he was behind it, because above the defensive fear your friends showed, and amidst the cruel laughter his men boomed out, Bakugo would always be behind the shadows of his cronies, head tilted, eyes narrowing up and down your figure, a mocking sympathetic smile that never seemed to cease as tears would fill your eyes.

When disgusting rumors came out about your family being involved with numerous scandals, you hadn’t the heart nerve to stand up in front of the room and confidently deny the false claims. Your peers knew they weren’t true, but they saw your head down and knew to simply leave you be. Their silence was enough support for you.

What they didn’t see however, was a sight only for you across the class.

While your fists curled in your skirt and your mouth trembled at hearing all the lies read from the articles about your extended cousins and siblings, you could feel his stone-cold, yet triumphant gaze on you. He’d always make sure to be seated somewhere he could assess your body language and turn the knife in your heart further. Your classmates didn’t see it, because he saved the show of palming his bulge at the sight of you breaking only for you. He made sure when you dared to lift your gaze a minuscule amount to confirm your worst suspicion, his hips would lift crudely and thighs would flex threateningly at a promise of your future with him.

You stayed mute, knowing that the day you acknowledged him, he’d win.

Once you’d beg him to stop the lies, the fear, the target on your back, the pain, he’d have you under his thumb, right where he wants you.

So you opted to grin sheepishly and bear it for a little while longer, your surrounding circle too scared to call you or him out on this perverted cat-and-mouse game that they were so unfortunate to be casualties in.

But although he seemed amused at your avoidance of him, the antics only got worse from then on.

He began to grow bolder at your bowed head, and started to approach you more closely. Not enough to warrant an actual reason for you to pin the blame on him, but enough to make you jumpier and more frazzled than usual.

Bakugo began sitting even closer to you now in class, going so far as to sitting directly behind you. You’d feel it, the breath on your neck, the hot fingertips trailing down your skirt, his feet sliding under your desk to push your own shoes apart and in turn, pushing your thighs open.

And when you told your friends to stop walking you home for their sake, you didn’t miss the foreboding shadow of a familiar figure trailing behind you all the way down the block.

Protecting, and threatening.

Promises that warranted a restraining order in your inbox, pictures in your messages that made you sick to your stomach, random facts about the daily habits of close people on your lives, all the solidify the fact that he knows enough to take you down if you fuck with him any longer.

You thought your submission is what he wants, but Bakugo’s version of submission isn’t avoidance.

It’s you, in his bed, tied up with galaxy-colored splotches decorating your body like a painting. It’s your mouth, open and tongue rolling out, various tones of pain and pleasure whining out for him, covered in his white love. It’s your tits, your ass, your sweet, sweet fucking cunt perspiring wanton lust for him, your body bouncing up and down his dick like a trampoline, face down, ass up, holes open and stretched to accommodate whatever the fuck he puts inside of you.

Taking what he gives you from the front, the back, bent over on the sofa, pressed against the shower door, lifted up against the walls, your blood and cum mixing together as you shake without his supporting hold on you.

Needing him, as he needs you.

And one day, his premonition comes true.

It’s sick, truly, how you did nothing but hold your tongue and yet the world laughs at your patience.

Your friends are matched with their soulmates, excited hushed squeals erupting the classroom as the loudspeaker blares the pairing over the intercom as procedure makes it so. Blushed smiles from across the room are met with whooping, joyous laughter from the rest of the room, and one by one, everyone around you has met their lifelong partner.

And as the pool narrows down to you, him, and a select few others, the smile reserved for the celebration of your friends’ futures starts dimming when realizing what could be in your own.

It’s not possible, your girlfriends say, seeming to be inspecting the marks on their shoes and cuticles on their hands for much longer than they can look at you. There’s absolutely no way, don’t even think about it. He’ll get matched with someone from another school, another city, another country, and then you’ll never have to see him again.

But distance is a funny thing, and time works in accordance as a few weeks later, a name is called with yours-a name that sends goosebumps down your spine, that chills your heart and crushes your hope.

A name that, you thought would come to pass, but instead has thrusted itself into your life forever more.

It seems like the clock has stopped, and that there is only you two in the room when you finally meet each others’ gazes for once.

His, a disgusting mix of wonder, smugness, frenzied craze, and…

Something too soft for you to want to put a name to.

The room is in a state of pin-drop silence.

There is no whooping, no playful jeers, no clapping, or teasing. Even his goons seem shocked that the universe has made this bantered game of predator and prey into something much more deadlier, more cruel and permanent.

Bakugo Katsuki is etched on your ribs, below your heart.

You swallow hard, and tilt your head down, continuing the lesson your professor stutters to finish, yet never blinking.

You don’t want him to see the everlasting tears fall from your eyes.

And he’s not stupid either.

He stays there in the building, right in his seat even after the lecture has ended and you’ve bolted out of your chair to go back home.

Remains rooted as he watches from the window his friends ignoring yours for once, his authority not there to egg them on with you not in the lucite.

He doesn’t need to move, time will go on with only you in his life from now on.

The sun goes down right in front of him, and it reminds him of you, starting off bright and darkening as the moon comes out to take its place.

It feels like the hours haven’t moved though from the way he stays in the same position as he was when your conjoined names were called. His neck grows stiff as he becomes lost in thought, unmoving as his body begins to heat up.

Bakugo can’t tell if it’s because of your name being seared into his inflammable skin, or because his burning desire for you has grown exponentially within a few hours.

And why should it, when he need not crave for you any longer? After all, just as the sun and the moon move in accordance with each other, both your lives will not proceed without each other’s in complement.

He’ll take you so as he pleases, as his god-given birthright on you has been proven before his very own eyes, has been spoken aloud and written across his veins for others to witness.

So he sets out to find you, where he knows you’ll be when he finally hears the entrance doors creak open at night.

He bets you think you’re so smart for coming here so late, so cunning and sly as you thought you were when you ignored his presence.

But his existence is a reminder of his dominance over you. To be better, stronger, and smarter than you is the reason he’s alive in accordance to you.

He listens, and waits, as he’s always done.

You’re so predictable, it’s cute if not pitiful. Your steps can be heard loud and clear from downstairs across the school building, echoing through the halls and pinpointing exactly where you are.

And you, poor little you must’ve thought he’d see you in the morning, huh? That he went home along his merry way, skipping over the cracks in the sidewalk as he terrorized someone else for a change? You thought he’d let you celebrate your last day of independence by yourself before he plagued your life tenfold the next day?

If that’s the case, it’s time to show you how being alone and naive can be so dangerous for a weak little girl like yourself.

That’s why when he creeps downstairs extra cautious of his footsteps, you’re comfortable nosing around the headmaster’s office, being as disruptive and frantic as you can. What you’re looking for, he has no idea, but with your back turned to him at the threshold of the door he can see it clearly after a couple minutes of you scavenging around.

It’s some kind of paperwork to file a claim of changing your soulmate, something he didn’t even know existed. The big, bold letters at the head of the paper omit a sigh of relief from you, but before you can pocket the crumpled paper, he speaks low and gravelly into the silence.

“That’s not very nice.”

You shriek and whip around, clutching your heart and looking white as a ghost at the intruder’s voice…only to turn have your knees buckle and heart drop to your ass at the sight of who greets you.

He’s standing there, crossing his arms across his chest and looking almost-bored if not for the dark glimmer in his eyes. It doesn’t help your situation that his drake fills up the space in the doorway and effectively blocks off your exit. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for another way out before he speaks again, keeping his voice barely contained with palpable rage bubbling beneath his skin. You’re still ignoring him, even as your doom lies before your very eyes.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” He juts his chin out like an ape and cocks his head at the pink paper pressed against your chest.

“N-nothing. What the hell are you doing here anyways?” You try to keep your voice from wavering, but it backfired tremendously, cracking in turn to add insult to injury.

It makes you wince, and he lets the silence between the two of you simmer in the room for a solid minute just to increase your uneasiness.

He sighs and pushes himself off the doorway before striding towards you leisurely, the casual hands stuffed in his pockets doing nothing to hide the fists of rage curled beneath the fabric and making you bleat with fear as you notice the same thing.

The blond backs you up against the bookshelf and continues snarling quietly, “I’ll let that tone slide since I haven’t taught you the proper way to address me yet, but for future reference, when I ask you something, answer me and respond with sir, master, or daddy. I’ll let you pick since I’m so nice.”

As he reaches out for the paper in your hands you turn on instinct and bolt sideways the second he nears you.

It’s a pathetic struggle, one that doesn’t even last for 2 min tired before he’s pressed up against your back, his palms against yours and splaying your fingers out to where the paper is in clear sight.

He’s hyper aware of your body so close to his, and he cursed his heart for pounding faster when you squeak and squirm against his hold.

To quell his own nerves, he snarls into your ear and makes you cringe as he reads aloud the words on the paper. “Hasnt even been a full 24 hours and you wanna leave me already? I’m hurt sweetheart, you didn’t even give me a chance yet.”

He hopes the bitterness in his heart doesn’t bleed truth into his words, hopes the biting jeer slipping from his tongue covers the insecurity at you being so close and literally in his grasp, yet so far from where he wants you to be.

The shadows coming from the grand windows of the room seem to tighten their hold and looming figure above you, like he inhabits the darkness itself.

“I-I don’t wan-wanna be y-your soulmate,” you sob out with shaky words. It’s unnecessary to say, if he’s being honest, because the trembling of your body against his boner gives your feelings away anyways.

But nonetheless, he bites into it and grazes his teeth along your neck while continuing to spit venom.

“Didnt realize I got ownership of a bratty little pet. Don’t worry, I’ll curb that attitude soon enough. After all,” he croons as one large hand relinquishes it’s hold on your feeble wrists and slides the bottom of your shirt up. The cold air against his hot touch makes you gasp slightly and causes the stiffness of his cock against your ass to be even harder at the noise. His thumb caresses the underside of your tit as he traces his name over your heart.

“The proof is right here. I can do anything I want with you. And no paper, no person, is gonna stop me from getting what I want.”

If he’s being honest, he didn’t want it to be this way. He wanted to take you in the comfort of a clean bedroom, roses or some girly shit you would’ve liked laid out on the bed. Maybe it would’ve made you giggle at how cheesy it was, and maybe he would’ve responded with a grumbled complaint at his effort, one that would make him turn away and egg you on to coddle him.

His aching heart sinks as your sobs grow in volume, and he hates himself as his dick jumps with your voice. He wants to cut the organ out and fling it by your feet, ask you to put him out of his misery as he begins to conquer what he knows will never truly be his.

Kill me, he whispers to you and himself under his breath as he slams your back on the mahogany desk.

Be mine, he pleads in his mind as he begins rutting into your pink panties.

His mind begins to break as his erection grows tighter and stronger inside of you, thrusting deep inside of you and forcing your body to react in ways you never want it to.

“Yeah? You like that? You like having your bully, oh, sorry, soulmates dick inside you? You fucked up bitch, you thought you could escape me for that long, hah?”

“P-please, please be gentle, f-first time-!” Your voice bounces along with your body as he sits you upright on his bare lap and begins slamming your hips down his cock.

He caresses your nipples, then slaps them as if to slap himself out of his trance. Your body beckons him forward, but he knows it’s all a lie, it’s fabricated, another cruel jest of the universe to tease him into his instincts and not his mind.

Your clit is rubbed mercilessly, cock plunging in and out of you at an inhuman pace as you try to gasp for air. He’s like an animal, pounding inside you and biting everything in his like of vision.

The blond spikes on his head tickle your chin as he puts his body weight on you and prevents you from squirming. Razor sharp teeth trace over your silhouette and sink in the plushiest parts of you, allowing his drool of lust to cool on your skin and make you shiver involuntarily. His hips never stop humping into you like a dog with its toy, and after he’s done making a chew-toy of your body, he leans above you and grasps your chin to look at him. Your face is slippery from all the fluids emitted from this ordeal, but nevertheless he makes it a point to sink his nails into your cheeks when he feels your skin slipping away from him.

“I tried being nice,” he tries growling, but his voice betrays him and catches in his throat at the sight of your tears shining silver in the moonlight. “I wanted it to be special, wanted you to be good for me so I can love you the same.”

It’s a lie, but he’s glad you can’t hear it over the schlicking sounds of his brutal fucking and your wails combined. It’s a lie because, he knows he’ll always love you the same-the same fucked up way that he can’t express except in physical actions that turn more aggressive the more his love surmounts and spirals out of his control.

Love me, he exhales out loud, on top of you on the floor after taking you in every part of the room.

And he hates himself for knowing that you needn’t answer; you don’t have a choice anyways.

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momosartgarden · 9 months

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Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia: Kirishima, Bakugo, Deku and Todoroki

A piece I drew in 2019 & reedited in 2022 ☆ ～(‘▽^人)

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ask-katsuki-bakugo · 7 months

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HEY GUESS FUCKING WHAT

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sugawarassoccerlover · 1 year

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There to Hold You(Bakugo Katsuki)

synopsis: reader is overwhelmed and has been keeping everything to themselves. Bakugo hates this, and won’t let them self isolate. a/n: this is incredibly self indulgent but I hope this is as comforting to read as it was to write

cw: crying, being overwhelmed, insecurity and overthinking, idk what else, lemme know if I missed something

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“Something’s wrong.” Katsuki stated, the same way one might say ‘the sky is blue.’

“What makes you think so?” You turned around in your chair to look at your boyfriend. You gave him your most earnest smile, trying to not let happen what he was trying to do.

You had carefully constructed walls to keep your worst emotions away from people, you had to handle them yourself. You couldn’t rely on anyone else. If Katsuki ever knew how you truly thought and felt, you’d be too much, he wouldn’t be able to handle you, he wouldn’t love you, he’d leave you.

“Cut the crap. F/n told me you haven’t spoke to them in days, and you aren’t the type for that shit.” He said, studying your face for any kind of response.

When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “They said they messaged you and you didn’t respond. You always respond to everyone immediately, so something has to be wrong.”

“I’m okay ‘Suki. I’ve just… had a little extra on my plate lately, but I’m alright I swear,” you tried to assure him, even though each word was an absolute lie.

He squinted. Although impulsive, Katsuki Bakugo is not stupid. Especially not when it comes to you. He may have been a little more aggressive because he was frustrated at himself for not noticing something was off sooner, but he wanted to help you. Because he loves you, and he wants to help you the way you helped and continue to help him. He grabbed your shoulders, making eye contact with you, trying to pry the truth from your eyes.

You looked away, ashamed and not wanting to spill it all. Insecurity chipped away at you. You were positive he wouldn’t love you if he knew how bad the storm in your mind had gotten. How deep the waters were.

“No, you’re not alright, dumbass. You’ve been acting overly happy lately, but you’ve been distant. You’re good at putting on an ‘I’m fine’ face, sometimes too damn good, but your eyes are so empty,” admitting his worry for you almost made him want to tear up.

But he couldn’t, he had to get to the bottom of this. He knew, he personally knew what it was like to keep everything in, to never feel able to tell anyone, to be drowning in your own feelings, thoughts, and troubles. He knew what it was like to keep it all to yourself until you snapped, until you felt beyond repair, until it was too much and impossible to feel sane. And he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

You shook your head. “Please just drop it, Katsuki, I’m busy, I don’t have time for this,” why was he trying so hard? You had convinced yourself no one cared, no one would care.

He moved his hands from your shoulders to your face, making you look at him. “I can see that something is wrong, and I refuse to let you deal with it by yourself. You’re only going to make it worse if you don’t tell me. Please,” he said, voice nearly breaking. “Please, tell me. I hate seeing you pretend like you’re okay. We both promised to work on our communication. You’ve seen me at my lowest, and you helped me through it, you loved me when I was a moody, arrogant shitty teen. Why would your problems be any different? I promise you, I won’t judge you for it. You can’t get rid of me. So please, y/n, please. Tell me what’s wrong. Please talk to me,” he was nearly pleading at this point.

You felt your eyes well up with tears. Damn it, you had worked so hard at constructing your walls, but he was bringing them down. Why was he so good at this? You had to divert the attention away from yourself. “Oh? It seems I have the hero Dynamight begging. One would consider this an accomplishment,” you said with a forced giggle.

“Don’t give me that shit. Don’t do this to me, to yourself,” his tone was softer than you’d ever heard it before, emotion sitting in the back.

A calloused thumb stroked your cheek. It was a small, mundane, minimal act of affection, but yet it made your emotions go haywire. You looked up, meeting his gaze finally, and it broke you. He looked so genuine. A single tear fell, and that was the drop that made the dam break. The walls cracked, and cracked, and all that you had stored up, kept away carefully, came rushing down. Before you knew it, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

Katsuki felt odd for being happy that you were crying, but he was relieved you finally let it out. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, carefully lifting you to stand. One arm remained wrapped around you, while the other moved to hold the back of your head, carefully bringing your face to rest on his chest. Every sob chipped away at his heart. It had been months since you cried like this, and the last time you did you were alone. It was all so much, you felt as if you were going to crumble to pieces.

But Katsuki held onto you the whole time, though you fell apart he held the pieces in his arms. He didn’t tell you that it’s okay, or that you’re okay, because it’s plain to see that you aren’t, but he repetitively reassured you that he’s here, and he won’t leave. His muscular arms held you close to his heart while you cried it out. You’d been keeping it in for so long, you didn’t even realize all the things you were feeling. It hurt, and it hurt badly. Hurts, pains, stresses, all your grievings flowed like your tears.

Katsuki pressed the occasional small kiss to your head, gentle reminders that he’s with you. He was never one to be very good with words, and though he’s tried to get better at it, he hoped his shows of affection through acts would be enough to convey to you that he cares. Because he cares so much, so much he can barely contain it, he feels so angry when you feel like this, not at you, not towards you, but angry that he can’t fistfight your feelings so they go away. He began to slowly rock you while you stood, protected by his hold. Had you not been in such a sour state, you would have smiled at this action.

After what felt like quite awhile, all your tears had dried up, and your body began to feel tired. Though you were resting against him this whole time, your body relaxed more as you became more tired. All the crying you had done zapped your energy. When he recognized this, Katsuki led you to your shared bedroom where he motioned for you to sit on the bed.

“I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t do anything stupid, you hear me?” He said firmly.

You nodded. You felt so drained after your crying session, but yet a little bit lighter. You didn’t want to admit that Katsuki holding you while you let out your emotions helped, but it really did. While you were comforted by the knowledge of him reassuring you the whole time you cried, your insecurities didn’t go away. Your heart told you that you could trust him, and you knew he loves you, but your mind made you doubt. What if it was all an act? If you actually spoke your mind, vocalized your thoughts and feelings, would that be the end of it for your relationship?

“Oi, dumbass. Drink up. You’ll get dehydrated,” Katsuki’s voice broke you out of your spiraling thoughts.

You looked up, and he was handing you a glass of water. You accepted it, taking a few sips before setting it on the nightstand. The blond man took a seat next to you on the bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders, and pulling you closer to him.

“You were thinking. What is it?”

As you stated at him, tears filled your eyes again, and Katsuki carefully wiped them away with calloused fingers. “I’m just… afraid. What if you think I’m too much? What if you can’t handle my problems? I don’t want to be left, what if-“

“Hey. Cut that shit out. I won’t do any of that, and that’s a promise. When have I ever broken my promises, hm?”

You smiled faintly. “Never.”

“Exactly. Now tell me what’s going on.”

While you explained, he listened. He’d always listen, and he’d always be there. When you had finished, he gave his two cents, with a fair share of curses. You sighed contentedly. Katsuki was awkward at times, blunt, rash, and could be a little rough around the edges, but his stubbornness wasn’t always a bad thing. He never failed to show you how much he cared. His love for you was so strong it was nearly tangible, like a thread in the air you could almost reach out and grab it. No matter what you were dealing with, he would always be there. While he is a pro hero, he’s not a magician, so he wouldn’t be able to make all your problems disappear, as much as he wishes he could. Sometimes, he couldn’t do anything about the storms raging in your head, but he was there, always there, and that’s all that mattered. As long as you had him to hold you, you’d be content. He’d always be there to drag you out of your isolation, your loneliness. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep in his arms, and Katsuki would not let you go, even after he himself fell asleep. It was his way of saying “I love you.”

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jussxbee · 4 days

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I’m 33 minutes late

Happy birthday Bakugou

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neitaisho · 5 days

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houseoftulips · 1 year

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It’s 1:30 In the Morning | K. Bakugo ~ the one when your intrusive thoughts keep you up at night

➤ pairing: pro hero!bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

➤ mentions of: just bakugo being moody, fluff, reader just had random thing running in their head

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“Katsuki…” you whisper.

The blonde doesn’t stir from your call. You pout as you move closer to him. You begin to poke his cheek repeatedly to get him to answer you. You just got a lot of things on your mind right now, and he should listen.

“Babe,” you whisper again as you poke his cheek, “Katsuki!”

Finally, the asshole scrunches his face together as he moves in a more comfortable position on his back. “The fuck you want shitty woman,” he grumbles as his hand searches for yours to hold as his eyes remained closed.

“I can’t sleep,” you pout.

“Just close ya’ damn eyes,” he sighs out dramatically, “Nothin’ I can do about it.”

“I just got a lot of things on my mind, Suki,” you sigh softly as you look at his stupid handsome face.

“If you’re thinkin’ about the venue, stop fuckin’ worrying. We’ll find one just in time before the wedding,” he says in response.

Damn bastard read your mind. But it’s hard not stress about it because you both haven’t found one up to both your standards. You haven’t seen places where it meets in the middle yet, and it’s racking up your brain.

“It’s hard,” you say in disappointment, “I just want the perfect place for us.”

Bakugo sighs again as he finally opens his eyes to look at you. You smile softly seeing his sleepy face as he looks at you with his red, swollen eyes. He takes the hand he’s holding and brings it up to his lips. “Sweets… We’ll find a place that’s way more perfect than any damn extras’ wedding. Just give it time,” he says in an uncharacteristically comforting tone.

“You’re oddly comforting,” you tease as you softly bite his shoulder.

“If I’m not, you’ll just keep talking,” he grumbles with a smirk as you gasp dramatically.

“How rude,” you pout.

“Wanna knows what’s rude?” he smirks as he rolls on top of you making you laugh, “Wakin’ me up at 1:30 in the morning. Ya’ know I got early patrol, doll.”

He buries his face in between your tits making you run your fingers through his blonde, unruly hair. “Sorry, Suki,” you giggle, “I’ll apologize by making your favorite breakfast.”

“Good. Now go to bed. Quit wakin’ up…”

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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... give me the soft bakugo 👀

If this flops or gets me ostracized from the fandom you’re uninvited to my birthday party-

Bakugo could never stay awake during movies.

It was a problem for him, genuinely. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep, and grumbles in annoyance when you tell him the movie’s over is truly staggering. It’s not that he wants to miss the action, he’s just so exhausted from being… well. Bakugo, that when the end of the day comes, and you’ve got a hand buried in his hair and a blanket tossed over you both, he never stands a chance.

And it’s a ritual at this point, merely part of your daily routine. He comes home. He showers. He curls up against you, and before the movie’s rising action can start, he’s out cold.

And nine times out of ten, you’re more than willing to stay, scratching his scalp and watching Bakugo’s handsome face twitch and lax with each detail of dreams…

But today? The one out of ten? You’re fucking hungry.

You so wish you’d eaten before you decided to be his snuggle buddy for the next few hours, knowing he’d already had a bad enough day and you leaving to have a snack would only disturb him further, but if it wasn’t you slowly leaving the warmth of bed, it would be your growling stomach.

Okay. Slowly now. You pinch the arm that’s tossed over your waist and slowly lift it up, slipping from under the appendage and out to freedom.

Once out of his warm embrace, you quickly scurry to the kitchen for a sandwich- heavy enough to get through the night, but light enough where you can quickly eat it- and a quick look through of your phone so you can update your friends and family to be officially his for the night.

And it seems to all go well! He’s still knocked out, as you assumed he would be after such a long day, and you’re just about ready to bite when-

“…the hell in the fuck are you doing?”

The voice makes your eyes wander from the brightness of your phone screen, to the culprit himself, standing in the hallway with sweats low on his hips and a blanket wrapped around just the top half of his torso. He knuckles his tired eyes, his lips in a sleepy scowl, and god he looks so snuggly you want to bring him straight back to his warm bed and let him sleep off the day.

But your rumbling stomach would never allow that.

Stopping your staring, your teeth hover over the sandwich before coming down to a biteless close, and you look at him with a clear of your throat, “I’m… eating?”

“You left the bed.”

“Yeah, because you don’t like crumbs-“

“You left me in the bed.”

You blink at him in complete confusion, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face as he growls deep in his throat, “you left me alone in the bed, to make yourself a sandwich!”

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake you up,” you snort, watching as he struggles back a yawn to continue his ‘threatening’ look. “You were tired babe, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well… well I didn’t like not knowing where you were,” he grumbles. “And when I pat the damned bed and it was empty, that was an even worse way to wake up.”

All an elaborate way of saying ‘I didn’t like that you left me and our cuddle time.’ You could’ve sworn he’d only be mad if you’d woken him up in the process of leaving, but that’s very clearly not the case. When a loving grin spreads over your face, you know he knows he’s been figured out, and he crosses his blanket-covered arms and avoids your gaze. “Awww, Katsuki-“

“Don’t even.”

“Did you want me to-“

“Fuck off.”

“Stay and snuggle?” His words of empty threats do nothing to deter you from finishing your sweet coo, which he scoffs at while you slowly pull out the chair next to you for him to sit in. “Baby, you know I’d never leave if I knew it would make you upset!”

“It didn’t make me up-fucking-set,” he growls, but he does let his long legs carry him to the chair next to you, plopping down sleepily while maroon eyes struggle to stay awake. “It’s the principle of the matter- you leave, you fuckin’ tell me where you’re going. End of discussion.”

You snort and shake your head at his words, finally taking a bite of your sandwich and thus, ending the conversation. Despite his efforts, he doesn’t look half as mad as he thinks he does, lips pouty and cheeks a titch flushed from your affectionate words and the last remnants of sleep being pulled from his soul.

“For what it’s worth,” you hum, slowly tugging his chair closer to yours, which he instantly rests his head on your shoulder when he’s close enough. “I always want to cuddle with you, too, stinky.”

“Quit it with your stupid pet names,” he grumbles. “I am a man, and I find it disgusting the way you are able to make my heart race.”

“Of course you do,” you agree with him to relax his protests, turning your head to kiss the fluffs of hair that adorn the crown of his head. “Let me finish eating, then we can go nap for real.”

He grunts, a pouting language for ‘fine,’ before he lets you eat in slight peace, just without the use of your right arm which is now being held hostage by his own two limbs.

“C’ I have a bite?” He mumbles, opening his mouth expectantly, as if already knowing you’d say yes. You chuckle and bring the sandwich to his lips, which he bites softly and chews slowly. “‘fank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Gross.”

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