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trueshellz · 1 year

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Primal play with Katsuki.

Something that started off so innocent, really.

You had been home all day, a weekend where he was out on patrol and after doing some housework you were sat watching TV. As always, right on time, the door opened and there was a thud as his gauntlets and hero suit hit the floor. You decided last minute to hide, dropping him a quick message before you did.

You: Come find me, handsome.

There was a long pause, almost too long and you were worried he was tired or injured, maybe he wasn't in the mood or his phone has been damaged. But then there was a noise as it vibrated in your hand.

Boom Boom Boi: You better hide, princess.

Covering your mouth with your hand to stop your giggles reaching him, you quietly slid back into the cupboard as you listened to him walking around the apartment. The doors opening, the creak where the hinges hadn't been oiled and the thump as his heavy footsteps echoed around you.

Then silence.

You could almost hear the thud of your heart against your ribs, it sounded so loud. Louder than usual, your palms sweaty as you leaned back into the corner. You held your breath, trying to listen out for the telltale sign that he was near but you couldn't make out a sound.

Suddenly, the door was flung open and you could see his grin. The way his eyes were almost glowing, chest heaving as he eyed you up and down. His gaze catching on the long shirt and socks you were wearing, both his of course, his hand reaching out for you with a chuckle until you dipped under his arm as he cursed behind you.

Barely making it to the door when his arm came around you, thick corded muscle gripping your waist as he picked you up. Your giggles loud now, his snort of laughter when you failed to get yourself free and ended up caught further. His lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck as his hands gripped your legs and opened them wide.

"Gotcha."

You hadn't even realised how turned on you were until cool air hit the sensitive space between your legs where your underwear had began sticking to your swollen folds. His teeth now nipping at the juncture of your throat as his hands kept you splayed wide, you could feel his thick erection against your ass as he bounced you up and down. The plush of your thighs gripped in his rough hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground himself against you. Your moans now louder, hands reaching up to find the short hairs on his nape and run your fingers through them the way he loved.

"Shoulda said you wanted to get fucked, princess. Didn't needta hide."

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jadeelements · 16 days

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@habken You're so right. I had to draw them.

Also, consider these:

Forgive me. I cannot draw Bakugo's hair for the life of me.

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donotenter505 · 2 months

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Staring and admiring (femdkbk)

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fioxmiau · 6 months

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hotwings0203 · 2 years

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The idea of being in an argument w your yandere or being upset while in a car w them is SO hot

Like I’m thinking of some psycho like dabi or a conceited narcissist like bakugo in this situation, maybe it’s not even a yandere but def a crazy possessive dude who has serious issues. I guess you could do a guy like hawks, whose great in public and seriously pent up at home. Maybe even shigaraki, a guy whose not necessarily strong and intimidating from the outside, but whose eerie presence and potential keeps you in line

Tw:noncon, kidnapping, dubcon

Imagine he takes you out after a long time of being cooped up at home, being preoccupied physically yet mentally in a catatonic state as they show you the only use you have is underneath them. They finally agree to take you out to a friends’ party at a bar once your tears never seem to stop after a couple of days.

They look at you curled up on the bed like a scorned cat, your legs tucked up in a fetal position as you glare at them from underneath the tiny open pocket in the blanket you seek refuge in. The tears in your eyes shine in the dim candlelight of the dark room, akin to a cat’s eyes flashing as it remains crouched from behind the shadows.

“Can you stop being such a fucking brat and just come shower with me already?” He drones, dragging a hand down his face and sighing in exasperation as you glower and flip the other way, effectively cutting the conversation off. For a couple days now you’ve been putting up more resistance than usual, and while he finds it cute that you think you can evade him for that long, it’s annoying fighting tooth and nail to force you to be close to him, much to your chagrin.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as his scowl lines grow deeper. He’s annoyed, but he knows he’s being unfair. He’s been selfish, moving too fast for you even though he has so many more plans to keep you here forever than you know to the point where he’s realized you might seriously start to consider putting distance between you two.

Hah. As if he’d ever let you try that shit.

And so, one promise of coaxing you out of your “impenetrable fortress” of bed material leads to him agreeing to finally let you see your friends again.

Anything works if it means you’ll semi-willingly and very begrudgingly approach him.

He misses your smile, your laughter, the bright light you provide in his eternal void that caves in so deep inside of him that it swallows him inside out.

You look beautiful, he can’t lie, and he watches you sway to the music in your red dress. Truth be told, he’s glad you whined when he said no to it originally. It shows too much skin, yeah, but fuck he’d be damned if he didn’t admit the way your arms extend above your head so elegantly makes his heart ache.

Your hips rocking side to side in sync with the crooning tunes playing above makes his dick harder than it’s been since the last time he had you pinned beneath him, and he wants nothing more than to drag you by your cascading hair and fuck you up against the bathroom stalls like the teasing slut you are.

But his mood rapidly plummets as he notices a group of friends he vaguely recognizes slink up next to you, joining your movements and linking hands with you.

Hands that flutter around your curves, hands that aren’t his traveling up and down your sides, against the silk you’re in and dangerously close to places he’s meticulously claimed as his own.

But if that wasn’t enough by itself, when his eyes widen and he starts making his way around the bar counter to glare at you and to get the message of distance across, you…

You roll your eyes and turn away from him.

You fucking bitch.

Who do you think you are?

Enough is enough.

Without any more provocation, your enraged captor/lover storms through the crowd, shoving bodies aside and uncaring about knocking shoulders with people who cry out indignantly at his uncouth mannerisms.

From the corner of your eye you watch as a familiar head stalks it’s way to you, and by the time you’ve turned and witnessed the scene he’s making as he comes towards you, you’re scrambling backwards and tripping over your own dress.

But it’s too late, too little to acknowledge his presence as he pushes up against you and snarls in your face, “Playtime’s over slut. Did you enjoy all the attention? Shit, if you wanted some dick all you had to do was say so.”

You whimper in fear and desperately look around the party for anyone to come and intervene, but suddenly the music seems to be louder and the eyes that were previously on you and your little spat have turned to inspect the floor and around the room.

No one’s crazy enough to save you from what’s coming.

“Please! It hurts, let go! ___, stop fucking pulling me!” You yell through tears as your nails dig into his wrist.

He pays you no mind, pulling you through the mostly empty lot as a color red darker than your dress clouds his eyes, the image of you dancing like a whore while ignoring him playing in his mind on repeat.

His grip tightens marginally but you squeal all the less.

“What the fucks your problem? What, you can’t stand me having fun for more than 5 minutes without butting your crooked nose into it-“

This is the most you’ve spoken in over weeks, but he can’t find it in him to feel grateful as you falter when he yanks open the car door and practically throws you in the passenger seat.

Before you can even straighten yourself upright in the seat, he’s already rounded the car and locked the doors. You open your mouth to fire off another round of insults when he starts talking in a low, barely controlled voice.

“When we go home, your phone, laptop, keys, and any electronic you have is out the fucking window. You wanna act like the child? You wanna be a brat who can’t stay in her lane and be grateful? I’ll show you what happens when you act like one.”

Your agape mouth curls back in fear as he turns to face you, his enraged leer taking up the entirety of his face, his eyes gleaming with malice more than usual. His knuckles on the steering wheel are bone-white as he turns sharply this way and that, jostling you in your seat.

“You-you can’t do that. You’re not my goddamn father-“

“The hell I am, I’m your fucking daddy for all you know. After the shit you pulled tonight? I’m gonna act like one too.”

Your lip trembles as he continues in a growl, the streets blurring and starting to go by faster as he works himself up with terrible promises.

“-bend you over on my knee, beat your ass black and blue like how you wanted right? This was all for attention? Well, you got my fucking attention you cock-hungry whore.”

Your heart drops because you know the difference between his empty threats and his real ones.

He never has empty promises.

“I’m gonna tie you up and gag you with your own panties, would you like that, huh slut? You wanna be treated like my bad little girl?”

You sob and turn to the window as he shoves one hand in between your legs, groping harshly at your thin-lace panties and pressing his thumb near where you clit is.

“Nah. Nah, don’t fight me off now baby, I’m just playing your game. Look at me when I’m talking to you, the same way you look at me when you’re taking my dick so fucking deep.”

Your efforts to squeeze your legs together are thwarted as his massive hand pinches the meat of your thighs, forcing you to open up.

Your chest heaves as you gaze blankly out the window, your heart suddenly jumping when you realize he’s going 120 in a 50 lane.

“W-wait, please, slow down you’re going too fast.”

He booms with laughter and starts jerking the car left and right, doing nothing but increasing the speed 10 more miles up.

“Why, does this scare you? Are you scared, little girl?” His lip curls back into a deadly grin as he takes his eyes off the (thankfully) mostly empty highway and stares at you, your knees tucked away from him into the side of the car door. Your dress is askew and teasing a glimpse of your inner thighs due to his perverse ministrations before, your mascara running down your face.

You look like you got a good fucking, and he can’t help but to adjust his straining boner in his pants as he blatantly leers at you, his lip in between his teeth as he takes you in.

You’re terrified at his lack of attention on the road at the speed he’s going, so scared that your throat chokes up and all you can do is gape and point a trembling hand at the road.

“The! R-road, look!” You cough out and curl your hand against the armrest, your fingers tightening in preparation for the worst.

“Hey, you’re the one who brought this on yourself. This is what you get for ignoring me and breaking my trust. I have half a mind to pimp you out since I’m such a good boyfriend and all you want is attention.” His voice is airy and light but trembling with rage still. Just to turn things up a notch and to really teach you a lesson, he turns the radio on all the way to full and starts suddenly cutting across four lanes of empty road, then speeding back to his previous lane, and then again.

“Fucking stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please slow down!” You shriek, closing your eyes and bracing your body for impact.

But miraculously, he slows down and ceases the lane-swerving.

Your blood pounds in your ears and you grasp the sides of your dizzy head as you heave fast breaths. Your whole body is shaking, and you feel like you’re gonna puke as it takes a few minutes to calm down and stop an impending panic attack.

By the time you lift your head up from your knees and gotten a hold of your surroundings, you realize with a pang of shock that he’s already parked in some secluded woods area, and plopped you in the backseat.

“Finally, you said something. ‘Was wondering how long we’d live from the way you were forcing me to drive.”

You glance up and flinch at the way he looks.

The car is turned off, the moonlight behind him illuminating his silhouette and eerily only letting the whites of his eyes shine bright with mocking anticipation.

It’s befitting for him, he thinks, that the area he picked is dark and littered with giant trees that look overhead. The only light in this void that is so reminiscent of himself is one that he allows to come through, light that he lets you see, and that he takes as well.

You’ll shine as bright as he allows so.

“And now, for your lesson, little slut.”

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IM GONNA DO A PART TWO SOON SINCE I LIKED THIS ONE HEHEHEH

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Pls cute katsuki fanfic?

I honestly didn’t think my bakugo fic would do as well as it did PFFFFFFF-

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“Quit staring at me like that, freakshow.”

Bakugo’s protest comes from the absolute silence of morning, his voice still raspy with sleep and words still drunk with the drowsiness.

He’s on his back, left only in his boxers in a feeble attempt to ease any of the sleep-heat clinging to his body, but it’s in vain as you’re also clinging to him, your leg tossed over his waist and arm over his chest. Your head nuzzling against his shoulder only makes him sweat more, and the way he feels your eyes fixated on him makes his heart beat a hummingbird.

“I’m not looking at you.”

“You’re looking exclusively at me,” he grumbles. “Can always feel those goddamned peepers on me, ya creep.”

“I thought you said you always liked my eyes,” you hum, twisting his words in a way you know makes his brows furrow, but you’re quick to quell his annoyance with a loving hand that rubs his chest. “Besides, you’re too pretty not to look at, Katsuki.”

“‘M not pretty,” he grumbles. “If anything you’re gonna call me, I’m handsome. You’re the pretty one.”

“Why can’t we both be pretty?”

“Because I’m an asshole.” His own words make a smirk crack over his cheeks, and it only grows when you swat at him softly with a surprised “Katsuki!” “What! You asked.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you pout, leaning forwards to nudge your nose against his cheek, making him angle his head towards you. There’s absolute enamor in his gaze, crimson pools flitting around your face as if to mark every pore, every scar, every mark. It makes you turn into a puddle, and you’re sure it’ll never cease to amaze you just how much you love to be looked at like that. “Not to me, anyways.”

“It’s because I like you, dumbass,” he murmurs, but his eyes never leave your face, thus debunking his not-so affectionate nickname. “I’m not going to be an asshole to someone I like.”

“Do I need to pull out the list?” You tease.

“Not unless you wanna sleep on the couch tonight.”

A smile tugs at your cheeks, and you press a small kiss to his nose in an attempt to ease his playful annoyance. It does make him sigh happily, your subtle affections always manage to have him eating out of the palm of your hand. And he rolls on his side to face you, but when he sees your shit-eating grin, he clicks his tongue in amusement and regret.

“What’re you smirkin’ about?” He mumbles, closing his eyes once again.

“Just you,” you confess. “And how much you like me.”

“Dear god.”

“You looooove me.”

“I’ll literally just leave, I don’t deserve this slander.”

“No,” you whine, holding onto him tighter and burrowing your head against his warm muscles. “Want you to stay with me… in fact, let’s just live here. Maybe hire Eijiro to bring us snacks and food.”

And despite how unrealistically good that sounds to Katsuki, he’ll never let you know just how fast you make his heart race- even if it’s blatant and never has to really be said- so all he does it tighten his grip around you to hold you close, head resting on top of yours.

“Whatever,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Go back to sleep, too early for your ass to be up.” You hear the smile in his voice.

“I was admiring the view.”

“I swear to god-“

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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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irideste · 1 month

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The explosive dude ✨💥💥✨

If you want to see the "draw with me video" click here ✨

If you want to see the full time-lapse process click here instead 💥

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neitaisho · 5 days

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trueshellz · 2 years

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Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, swearing, babies mentioned, hormones, some fluff that came to mind today

Set in the same timeline as THIS and THIS

Sending Bakugou to go on patrol even though you're heavily pregnant, feet swollen and hips sore despite doing your stretches with him this morning. He's worried, frowning at you over the dining table when you push his mask into his hands (usually his gauntlets, but there ain't no way in hell you're picking those up when you're carrying that precious bundle). And he's worried the whole time, checking his phone and ensuring it's on loud not vibrate in case you or his mum call him.

It's an hour until he comes home and suddenly, he glances down for the umpteenth time and his battery is dead. Empty. Black screen, no matter how many times he presses the side buttons and he wants to throw the damned thing off the bridge for dying on him, even though he knows it's his own damned fault for messaging you every five minutes and checking the house cameras in case you've fallen over and cant get back up again. (The one time you sat down on the beanbag and couldnt lift yourself up, he came home to you in tears still stuck in that same place) His name being called loudly across the street as Kirishima runs at him, his mask in one hand as his eyes almost bug out his skull. The phone in his hand thrust into his face, Bakugou fearing the worst and panicking until he realises it's you on the other end yelling at him.

"Katsuki, you idiot."

"I-"

He barely gets a chance to speak when you're keening in pain, his eyes widen as he starts running to the hospital... except goes the wrong way and has to turn around again.

"Motherfu-"

"I'm on the way. Don't have the baby without me."

"Yeah, lemme just cross my legs." A gasp as you whine in pain, he can hear his mum in the background soothing you and honestly, he can't get there quick enough.

He's barely stuck his head into the room when you throw something at him, ducking down and hearing it crash to the floor as he glances back to see a paper bowl lying there. He would laugh but his mum pats his shoulders as he walks by and the look on her face tells him that would be a bad, bad idea. Closing the door behind himself, he nods at the nurses who, at this point, know him all too well before sitting on the chair next to your bed. (Learning the first time that he needed to stay at your head, not down by your legs even though he had already seen every inch of you)

"This is all your fault!"

What?!

"Babe, listen. I-"

Hands held up in surrender, he's vaguely aware of all the nurses and midwives smirking while they tend to you. Your skin all flushed and shiny, you look tired and your brows are furrowed in that cute way he loves so much. Your legs are up in the stirrups you hate with a passion and you're chomping on ice like it's going out of style... but you're still the most beautiful person in the world.

"Katsuki! Get that look off your face. That look got me pregnant. No!"

"What look? I was just thinking about how gorgeous my wife is."

Eyes narrowed at him, you reach over to grab his hand for support when another contraction hits, grunting low and long as you feel the pressure work through your body. Your knuckles white as you squeeze his hand, he doesn't even bat an eyelid at the force you're putting on him just reaches across and tucks your hair back before kissing your knuckles.

"No more babies, Katsuki."

A chuckle as you open your eyes and try to glare at him, failing when he raises a brow.

"You said that the last two times as well, babe. I even have that on video."

Fuck.

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ddymarie · 1 year

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BAKUGO FLUFF ೄྀ

Bakugo x reader

" best birthday blessing ever 🤍 🍰!"

- they do have a child. ٭٭٭٭٭٭

" mommy, mommy, come on hurry! " my daughter rushed me.

" I'm coming vali" I announced smirking

Why was everyone in such a rush to get me outta of the house today?.

Snapping the buckle to my heels my boyfriend had gotten me for valentines Day.

I walked down the stairs. Hand in hand with my baby girl.

" are my two ladies ready? " my boyfriend asked leaning against the wall hands in pockets. " yup! " our daughter said excitedly. Katsukis lifted his elbow for me to take and held his hand out for our baby girl. Walking out the door to our white family Range Rover katsukis opens the backdoor for Valentine to get in. " what's so funny today? " I said noticing how bubbly and giggly my baby girl was today. Is was normal to be happy. She was always happy but she just really jumpy today. Excited for something. I glanced back at katsukis as he opened the passenger side of the door for me. Kissing him as I said "thank you" while hopping in the car. The interior was beautiful black and silver. With a bit of orange accents. Katsuki gets in the drivers side a couple of moments later. " i got these for you, baby" he said while is pretty pearly whites showing from his smile. " oh my god- katsuki these are beautiful " I awed examing the beautiful Boquet of flowers." anything for you " he said. After starting the car turning on the radio. Valentine's favorite song was playing " just let my love adorn you" we sang in harmony. This day was going amazing. All of my friends and family have decided to rent out a restaurant to celebrate my birthday!. We pulled up to the restaurant . Almost immediately after getting outta of the car I was swarmed with hugs and happy birthday's from my best friends and family. We all ate and had a great time chatting it up. " so y/n when am i gonna get a another of these " Mina asked while hugging my baby girl in her arms. " when you make your own" I said, she laughed glancing at bakugo with a smirk.

It was 7:00 pm when we got back to the house. Everyone else tagging behind our car. Katsuki opening the door for me while my daughter jumped outta of dekus car " careful vali" he said worried not wanting her to fall. Looking at the rest of the kids he escorted. We all started to head for my backyard. " AHHHH! " I screamed. The whole yard had been decorated with white and gold decorations. Small tables and finger foods and drinks set up in the corner. Balloons everywhere. The pool had when covered turning the spot into a dance/ hang area. Music played. " LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! " Denki shouted popping a bottle of champagne " katsuki baby this is amazing. Really you went all out today " . He smirked.

" all right everyone time to sing happy birthday to the birthday girl " my father announced everyone turned their attention to me as my mom slid over a cake. 27 candles on top of ( favorite flavor) cake covered in my (favorite color) frosting. " on 3" bakugo said . ' god, I love his voice... So deep and the black suit he's wearing' I thought only to be snapped outta of them with a grip on my ass. " HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU" everyone sand " Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear-" . " MOMMY~" valentine sang loudly causing everyone including me to laugh camera flashes on me. " HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUU~" . I almost blew out my candles when I was stopped. " oh you thought it was over? " my mother said. Just them everyone had bursted into song " HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA , HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY~" everyone clapped to create a beat. I made my wish and blew out my candles. The party was going amazing but I had so on realized it was now 10pm I had sent the kids in the house up to vali's play room. " but mom I- we wanna- " " go in the house its passed all of y'all bed times" my mother ushered the children in the house. Looking at my boyfriend arms around his neck swayying to the music " I really appreciate what you did today" I said looking him in his eyes. " no biggie I just love that much that's all" he said like it was nothing. " but this looks expensive-" he shushed me " just enjoy the moment y/n" he said twirling me around and bowing me. We went from singing our hearts out to 2000's RNB to rapping drinking and Dancing to " you " by Lloyd and lil Wayne.

" stop wait a minute, the way you move that you done got my heart all up in it" the song played

" she fine too but I want you " me and katsuki sang to each other. Arms around his neck. Deep in a kiss when he pulled away directing my attention to my father .

" 27 years ago today. My daughter, y/n L/n, was born. The first role you had in my life was being my baby girly/n. Since then I have been nothing hut proud of you. From hearing you socks your first words.to walking. To being able to use the bathroom on your own.You bring light to a dark room and light it up and when I say that i speak for everyone. I watched you grow from just lying their helpless to walking through your first day of school to your last. I watched you walk across that stage with nothing but tears blurring my vision. I was so proud of you. You've grown up. My baby has baby now. And I some how ended up with 3 more children.. " he said looking at denki Mina and Kiri " aww dad stop" denki blushed. " y/n - I " my father began to sob. " y/n L/n thank you " he sobbed putting the mic down. While wiping his tears

A tap on my shoulder caused me to turn around...

I turned around only to find my boyfriend. Katsuki Bakugo. Holding my hands in his looking me in my eyes he says

" y/n L/n, I've thought of this moment for while now. I been thinking about this since i found out you were pregnant with valentine. The excitement that ran through me was electrifying. I would zone out thinking about you walking down a isle wearing white. You are the BEST thing that has happened to me. I can't promise you that marrying me would make dark clouds disappear or our everyday lives will be sunshine and rainbows. But I can promise you that my respect, loyalty, devotion, and my love for you will last longer than however long forever is. I can promise you that I'll always be here you to listen to you, to hold your hand. I can promise that will always protect you,to teach you, to counsel you, to be your lover, family and friend. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Praying with you. Building with you. Loving on you. dreaming with you. So yes..." He was now Kneeling on one knee small velvet black box open in hand revealing a pretty silver engagement ring. A huitan iced out engagement ring was presented. As I gazed at the sight in front of me in awe. Bakugo spoke up again " I katsuki bakugo am here today on (your birthday) asking for your hand in marriage... Y/n L/n...will you marry me? "

the nervousness was starting to peak on his face-." YES, YES ABSOLUTELY, I WANNA SPEND THE REST OF NY LIFE WITH YOU ALSO. YES I WILL MARRY YOU! " I yelled crying hard. Jumping into his arms as he stood up sliding the ring on my finger kissing me passionately and deeply. Cheers erupted from all of my family and friends as my fiance wiped my tears hugging me tightly. Flashes from pictures blinded my sight.

" This is the best birthday blessing ever! " I expressed

Extra :

It was the next morning. Me and my boy-fiance! We're making breakfast when our daughter came running down the stairs.

"MOMMY, MOMMY DID HE DO IT? " she questioned

I flashed my heavy hand "yes he did! " I cheered looking at her.

Katsuki pulled me closer to him by my waist kissing me then the ring.

still scrambling the eggs.

" I love you so much "

#bnha x you #bakugo x black reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo mha

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