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katsukiizmoon · 10 months
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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊”You’re ovulating?” + BKG ꒱
『♡』 this was longer but tumblr literally fucking ate it! I’m actually still upset about it not going to lie. :(( anyways ovulation is killing me and I want this man to fuck me till I can’t breathe :))
『♡』 f!reader, ovulation, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, light choking, light finger sucking, squirting, Bj/Pussy Eating, light breeding
Katsuki walks in and loses his breath. He drops every thought in his mind, floating away like they were never there to begin with. A hushed, slow breath leaves his lips. Cock growing hard in his pants, he watches.
There you are, sprawled out on your shared bed. Black comforter under your pretty body as you work. Your legs spread as you pump fingers in and out of yourself.
He watches the way your head is thrown back, the gasp tumbling from your lips when you rub your clit. And something takes control of him.
He drops his belt to the ground, yanking his work shirt over his head and throwing it. His gauntlets and other finicky objects are in the garage where they belong. And you are in bed, where you belong.
Katsuki stalks in, dick pressing against the fabric of his pants. His mind races and he loses his wits when he hears you moan his name.
“Baby.” He mumbles, deep and rich voice flooding your senses.
You snap up, to your elbows, closing your legs. You look like you’ve been caught doing something you’re not supposed to and shy.
“I- I’m sorry m jus- I’m ovulating and-“ You get out, pussy clenching at the sight in front of you.
And oh god, is it a look. He’s so thick, little bit of sweat on his neck. His chest is large and because of work and the gym today he’s got a pump. Slick slides from your pussy onto the mattress. He’s still got his hero mask on and somehow it makes it hotter.
“You’re ovulating?” He questions, staring at your closed knees. He wants them open, wants to see your pretty pussy.
You nod, face heating and slowly beginning to spread your legs. Your pussy is clenching around nothing, slick juices sliding between your ass cheeks. It glistens in the light filtering through the bedroom.
Katsuki gasps, cock beginning to leak precum. And he makes his move.
His thick, rough fingers make quick work of spreading your legs the rest of the wayand his tongue is suddenly everywhere.
He sucks on your clit and rubs his cock against the mattress when you moan. Tongue sliding between your folds like he’s been starving for you.
“Yes yes yes!” You sing, gripping at his blonde locks of hair. But it isn’t enough. It feels amazing, your body hot all over and pussy throbbing like it has a heartbeat.
But it isn’t enough.
You pounce, pulling him onto the bed. You make quick work of pulling down his pants, shoving your tongue in his mouth. They dance there, exploring despite knowing one another so well.
He whimpers and your pussy leaks some more and you move so that he’s on his back. He’s such a fucking beauty.
Plush lips, nice and pink. His face is flushed and his eyeliner from work has smudged a bit. You watch his chest rising and falling and tears prick your eyes.
“Bunny?” He murmurs, so fucking sweet.
“I need your cock in me now or I’m going to fucking die.” You get out, pulling his pants further down.
He lifts his hips and gets them off the rest of the way. You actually almost cum when you see his cock. The precum looks so good you think about licking it up.
But you don’t. You sink down on top of him and whine, hands finding hold on his chest. Your fingers splay against him and you begin to bounce and rock back and forth.
He’s letting out airy moans and gasps, fingers digging into the fat on your hips. Something about it sets you on fire.
You keep going, feeling your pussy suck him in. He’s so big, so good. Your thighs burn and your body tingles. His cock brushes against your gspot and you lose it.
“Fuck me- fill me- oh fuck!” You whimper out, nails digging into his chest.. and he’s manhandling you.
You’re on your back before you can protest. Cock shoved back into you, knees hooked over his shoulders. It’s lewd, how you squelch. Pussy juice and precum mixing together.
Something in your stomach twists. His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes- just a little- and oh god you’re fucking flying. You grab onto the comforter so you don’t float away.
His cock is buried in you, deep. So deep you think you feel him in your throat. He’s still moaning and it’s god you on cloud nine.
“Gonna fuckin’ fill you with my cum and- and-“ He gasps out, with a long and hard thrust. This one makes your eyes roll back and you barely register the clear juices gushing from your pussy.
He takes a moment and slows down, tongue tracing over your lips and he takes the moment to drown in the taste of your spit. He can still taste a little bit of your lunch and drink on his tongue. But it still tastes like you and he can’t think straight.
Katsuki loses himself, loses his mind cause you’re squeezing down on him. And you look so good, you taste so good, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“Katsuki-“ You whimper out, and you mumble something he barely hears. Something you get shy about, the both of you.
He moves his face so it’s closer to your neck, so his lips are beside your ear and he can say things just as breathily as you.
“Yeah? M’ gonna fuck you dumb n make you a momma, yeah? That’s what you want honey?” Katsuki rasps, hot breath on your neck.
You start chanting out agreements, nodding, whining and whimpering beneath him. He licks the column of your throat and nibbles , stroking deep.
He reached up and pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck between babbles and whines.
His cock slams into you, pushing deep and your eyes roll back. Your toes curl and for the umpteenth time you’re floating again. The world goes still and you claw at his shoulders. You don’t even register him replacing his fingers with his tongue, kissing you, deep and slow. You can faintly taste your pussy on his tongue.
“That’s my good girl, that’s it, take it.” He gasps out, watching as clear spurts of liquid leave your tight hole.
His cock is still slamming into you, making you bounce and gasp and moan with every thrust. It hurts and it feels good all the same. His fingers reach and dig into the plush of your ass and he lowers himself to nibble at your neck.
Katsuki loses his last bits of sanity when you whimper out, begging him to fuck his cum in you and give you a baby. It makes his head foggy, he forgets everything he ever learned in sex ed.
You’re licking at the column of his throat, savoring every little taste you can of his sweat. He tastes like fucking honey on your lips and you can’t get enough of him.
He pushes his cock in as deep as he can, body taut as he stills. The head presses against your cervix and he cums. And he whimpers, body shaking before it eventually begins to relax. He stays like that, letting the cum suffuse until you’re leaking with it and then he moves again.
Slow and controlled, lifting up a bit to kiss you deep and make you feel every little bit of him. He allows himself to fuck the cum into you, reveling in the quiet gasps you make. You’re so sensitive, both of you, but it feels so good. It’s the fact that he’s intentionally doing it- knowing it can and probably will get you pregnant.
And he’s gentle when he pulls back, getting to his knees to lick at the juices and cum that have spilled out. But you know he’s holding back, for your sanity.
“You’re gonna be mine forever now.” He mumbles to himself, but you catch it and your pussy squeezes with his cum inside you.
He takes his time with you in the shower, eating your pussy like a starving man, and then washing your hair.
Katsuki thanks all his lucky stars when you suck his cock until it’s milked. And he sees stars when you catch some of his cum on your fingers and shove them up your pussy. Pushing his cum into you for the second time that night.
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mindfulvenus · 3 months
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* ੈ✩‧₊ silly little secret
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pairing. bakugou katsuki x reader
song. bad by wave to earth
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bakugou katsuki has smelled like caramel ever since you started dating him. he wanted nothing more than to have a comfortable aroma for you. it's been one of his secrets since the two of you started dating, until you found out.
laying yourself on-top of katsuki you nuzzle your face deeper in-between his chest and find yourself relaxing into him as you inhale his familiar sweet smell.
“kats, you always smell so good! what’s the secret?” you casually ask after getting yourself comfortable on the his bed with him. you feel his built arms circle your body as he tries to pull you impossibly closer.
“secret?” he gruffly asks, trying to stall from having to tell the truth that he’s too prideful to admit. he figures he might as well try to push the truth a little longer.
“it’s nothin… just natural spray…” katsuki grumbles off to you and reaches his hand up to your hair, beginning to brush his fingers through it gently. katsuki's calm until he begins to feel your quiet giggles against his body.
"what's funny?" he chuckles with an eyebrow raised out of confusion.
you slyly remark back, giving him a teasing smile right to his face, “didn’t know "natural" smells like the caramel sweets cologne on your dresser.”
he blinks a couple of times and sits there silently staring for a moment. he quickly sits up and you can see his eyes quickly peer over to his dresser, where he sees his "not so secret" bottle of cologne sitting right out in the open. and he's almost too red in the face right now cause he's just been exposed by his own girlfriend.
katsuki's eye twitches and he flops back down onto the bed in defeat. he finds no point in being pissed or yelling at you, he's figured out, so instead he's found himself stupidly smirking at you with amusement.
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note. i have too many drafted writings, time to free them all!
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http-tokki · 23 days
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if you’re unwell and have locked yourself in the bathroom, katsuki will NOT hesitate to breakdown the door. not in a scary kinda way but in the kinda way where you’ve called out to him because you need him but you can’t get to the door because you’re stuck with your head in the toilet. he knocks once softly, then again with a lil more force and then the third he’s asking if you’re anywhere near the door and when you answer with a weak “no” you hear a loud crash and suddenly your bathroom door is lying on your tiled floor, and Katsuki has your hair pulled back in his hands.
“did you just breakdown my door?” you ask quietly, wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, attention shifting to the broken piece of wood.
“you needed me.” is his only reply as you turn back to the bowl and spill your guts once again.
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katszumi · 1 month
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“stare at her longer people might confuse you for a stalker.” mina said for only his ears to catch, not for the paparazzi that’s incoherently shouting at them.
katsuki unintentionally peeled his eyes away from you, his face contorting. “wasn’t staring.” gruffly, he responded.
he placed a fist over his open dries van noten blazer. he straightened his posture, broadening his shoulders for the picture being taken ahead. once pictured, the two of them both took a few steps down the carpet, preparing to restart the process.
mina refused the urge to snort at his words. he wasn’t fooling anyone, the look on his face even contradicted his own words.
the pink woman placed a hand on her hip, shifting her weight on her left leg as she pushed her right leg forward a smidge. “don’t lie to yourself,” she paused her words, allowing the paparazzi to take her picture for the nth time. “i get it though, she’s beautiful, especially tonight.”
in his head, katsuki immediately agreed. you were the most beautiful woman within a five mile radius, hell, maybe even in the entire country of japan. there wasn’t another woman katsuki could name that could compete with you.
a few yards down, you were busy doing a useless interview with some fuckin’ extra he’s never heard of. your smile was from ear to ear, your gaze daring and fierce, and your aura alluring. all of it was for free for a person that did not deserve any bit of it at all. if katsuki had a say, the reporter should be on his knees, kissing the ground you walked on, thankful he was able to breathe the same air as you.
finishing up one of their last poses, mina and katsuki sideways walked down the carpet once more, angling themselves towards the thousand cameras in front of them.
“still, i wasn’t staring.” he refused her words again.
flashes of white surrounded the area, the cameras whining at every second, every angle of the duo being snapped at.
“sure, bakugou.” this time, mina allowed a small chuckle to part her lips. “heard a certain hero is courting her.”
like a black cat, katsuki’s ears sharpened at her sentence, his eyes darting towards mina only for a second. “bullshit.” he called it. he doesn’t remember you mentioning anything similar to that.
but he reminds himself, what relationship did you two have for you to tell him things like that?
“don’t shoot the messenger, just what i heard.” a smirk quirked up the corner of her lip, mina sending one final pose.
it couldn’t have been true. it was impossible for a rumor about you to have gone around without katsuki hearing about it. mina must’ve been trying to lure him in, to make him slip-up. yeah, that had to have been it.
he wasn’t going to fall for mina’s ridiculous plan.
without thought, katsuki looked over at you once more, his eyes analyzing you more than he’d like to admit.
while it was true he wasn’t going to fall for her stupid plan, it was also true that you’ve had more of a certain glow to you lately. your eyes had been more softer and your smile seemed more genuine.
nah.
he wasn’t falling for it.
but, as soon as his foot touched the end of the red fabric carpet, his legs were taking themselves towards you and that shitty reporter. for why? of course it was for a completely different reason than to what mina said.
almost as if you were reading his mind, your head turned, your soft eyes meeting his fervent vermillion irises.
“katsuki, what a pleasant surprise.” you greeted him with your usual bright smile.
the reporter that was granted all of your attention also ogled at katsuki. mainly because he interrupted a private interview, but also because it was the katsuki bakugou in front of him.
katsuki stood aside of you, still letting all of the focus to be on you, but close enough that he placed his hand on your back gently.
“had to make myself known. feel like you’ve been tucked away all evenin’.”
instead of letting you reply, the reporter finally took his chance to speak up again. “dynamight, what are your thoughts on y/n swiftly climbing the ranks?” the reporter pushed the microphone in his face.
katsuki raised his brow at the male, but nonetheless he opened his mouth to reply.
“what else do you want me to say? obviously it’s well-deserved. these fuckers been sleepin’ on her for way too long, it’s about fuckin’ time.” his voice harsh, but his words were somewhat kind. “she’ll be dominating the charts in less than no time.”
“do you see yourself collaborating with y/n anytime soon?”
now, you looked at him, waiting for his answer.
“if she grants me permission.” katsuki met your eyes once more. “only the best of the best can work with y/n.” mina’s words entering his mind from earlier, he removed his eyesight off of you, back onto the reporter.
“so, that means—”
he interrupted the male, “that means no shitty extras. at all.”
needless to say, katsuki did in fact fall for mina’s antics. the truth coming out days later that there was no rumor of a hero courting y/n, but rather a mind game mina played on him for shits and giggles.
also a few days later, katsuki came across a new rumor that was headlined in the press, but this one he didn’t necessarily mind so much.
Y/N AND DYNAMIGHT WORK BUDDIES, OR MUCH MORE?
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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months
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Bakugou has the sleeping schedule of a grandpa and rarely ever stays up late.
_ "Come on babe, it's almost nine already."
He refuses going to bed alone, and makes certain to drag you along with him before laying you down and collapsing on top of you.
_ "Yes yes, I'm coming." and you almost whine defeatedly as you force yourself off the couch, having long since given up on your night time fun watching TV.
It doesn't matter if you're still wide awake either, you're welcome to stay up for as long as you wish, just don't even try escaping his clutches since you'll never hear the end of it.
You're like his safety blanket or favorite pillow, and over the years of being together, he has grown accustomed to seeing your face last before drifting off to sleep, it has become the only way he can.
You scroll down a bit on your phone, eyes scanning the newsfeed while your other hand is absentmindedly playing with his blond hair.
It would be uncomfortable being squished underneath his weight like this, if not for his soft snores and warm breath tickling your neck as he nuzzles you there.
You struggle to shift a little in his deadly grip and place your phone on the nightstand before sighing contentedly and wiggling even tighter in his warm embrace, it's almost ten now, fairly early to be frank, but your lids are getting heavier by the second.
Maybe it's the warmth radiating off your man, or the fact that you've started picking up his habits over the years without even knowing, but your body is already relaxing and eyes are slowly shutting down as you quickly fall asleep as well.
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stardyedsuki · 1 month
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older bakugou who learns to finish up fights and missions quickly, all with the goal of returning home early to you and your children, despite him having always made fun of his boss for doing the same during his prime days when he was still a sidekick
his shower isn’t at all reaching his standard of the deep cleanse he always does after long and hard missions in far away forests and mountains, the grime and dirt are probably still visible under his neat fingernails, his palms are dry but he didn’t bother taking out his lotion, after five minutes, he’s out of the agency, hair still wet, clothes not fully shoved inside his duffle bag, his steps are fast-paced and hurried, he speed-walks to his porsche in the parking lot
(eijirou watches all of this with a warm smile on his face, however many times he was chastised by a younger bakugou for slacking off for his wife and kids and however many times he answered with ‘you’ll understand one day’ wouldn’t suffice for the absolute smug pride he’s feeling right now, oh how his best friend has grown)
he’s barely going the speed limit on the road, his grip on the steering wheel is firm, the leather familiar in his hold, he’s leaned back, he’s relaxed, because he gets to walk through your home and into your arms soon enough, that all the work he’s done in the past month in okinawa, kilometres away from musutafu was more than worth it
the wheels on his car don’t align with the lines at his parking spot, it’s wonky and sideways but he doesn’t care when he slams the door closed and forgoes his belongings in the car because they’re not going anywhere, but the time he can spend with you and your head tucked in his neck is
he can hear his children’s laughs all the way from the garage, your giggles and light scolding are all but endearing and even from the outsider, it’s visible that he’s no longer fifteen year old, angry and frustrated, the bright grin he has on as his daughters jump in his arms sits comfortably on his mellowed out face, stubble and all
the things older bakugou would do to hear the words ‘welcome home, papa!’ are limitless
his daughters crowd around his legs and gag when he kisses ‘i missed you’ into your lips, your smile is evident throughout, his brats will run off to play with the dog and he will get you all to himself, against the kitchen counter, messy hair and dirtied clothes, bakugou wouldn’t want to be anywhere else
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officialabortive · 3 months
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Katsuki is an emotional drunk. Just going out bar hopping with him and his friends, cold glass in hand while chatting. Denki had the oh so brilliant idea of taking ten shots in a row, and found fun in poking at bakugou's ego. Saying "there's no way you'd be able to pull that one off, lightweight."
Now there's nothing you can do to pry him from your side. Bakugou's stuck to you, never straying more than shoulders width away. The proximity is so narrow that you can smell the alcohol on his breath. Pouting with his eyes down whenever you talk to someone else. You see how his eyes widen so drastically when you get up and turn on your heel.
"I'm just going to the bathroom"
That didn't seem to help in the slightest. If anything, he looks more anxious than before.
"Can I come?"
"Uh, no. No I'll really be alright"
He's quick to tilt his head down so his bangs shield his face from your line of sight, but you already caught the droplets starting to cling to his lashes.
"My fiancé... dosen't like me anymore..."
His words were just weak mumbles spoken between sniffles. And as much as the sight of Katsuki so sad squeezes in your chest, this scenario is too perfect to not grasp.
You take the moment to turn to the others and silently mouth "play along" before putting a hand on his shoulder and lifting his chin.
"Fiancé? Oh bakugou I think you've had a little to much to drink. I'm not you're fiancé. Your fiancé is over there-"
You point directly toward kirishima, who only shows his surprise for a split moment before masking over it with a wide smile. Your hand gets curtly shoved off the blonde's shoulder with a hard glare, angrily telling you he doesn't want some random bitch like you touching him because he's already taken.
Kirishima watches through his phone camera as his "husband to be" hastily strode to be at his "lover's" side. A perfect angle for the camera to capture how he nuzzles his nose in kirishima's shoulder
You were sent some great footage in the morning
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bakuwhcre · 10 months
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bakugou isn't much of a drinker, but when he does, he loves kissing you. he'll become more giggly and touchy, only for you. he'll lean against you and whisper softly into your ear, nipping playfully at it. and then kiss your jaw until he gets close to your chin, turning you to face him so he can kiss you deeply. and then he'll kiss your neck and start tugging at clothing needily.
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 3 months
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déjà vu
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déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.
bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return
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in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.
he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.
or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.
“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.
you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.
“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.
“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”
he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”
“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.
you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.
“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.
“no you won’t.”
“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.
you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.
when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.
you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.
katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.
“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.
you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.
“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.
“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.
"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."
it's quiet for just moment.
and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.
"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.
"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."
he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.
there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.
katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.
'cus that's what heroes do.'
katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.
and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.
so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.
"mhm ! "
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katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.
today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .
it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.
you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.
it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.
the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.
but you're quiet today.
you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.
and he doesn't like it.
when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.
"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.
you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.
you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.
you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.
"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.
"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.
"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.
"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."
"then what is ?" he raises a brow.
"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"
"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.
"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."
"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.
"shut up." he growls.
"katsuki—"
"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feels your cheeks warm at the proximity, your close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.
you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.
the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.
"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."
your heart stutters.
" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"
"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.
" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."
"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.
"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.
" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"
"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.
"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.
"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.
" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."
"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.
he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.
he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.
"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.
your asshole, though, your heart decides.
you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.
" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"
you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.
"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."
"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "
"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."
you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"
"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.
"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.
"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"
"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.
"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.
"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.
you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.
"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.
so cool.
it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.
and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.
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katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.
usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.
you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.
he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.
"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.
he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded
you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.
"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"
"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.
he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.
"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.
"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.
"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"
"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"
he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.
you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.
and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.
so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.
before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.
"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"
he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.
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in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.
he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.
and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.
so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.
he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.
and always, always come back to you.
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liv-loves-mic · 9 months
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PERMANENT INK ★ ° . *°𐬺 𐬽 .𐬾✩ °☆. * ● ¸
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★ PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
★ SUMMARY: you always had a habit of drawing on bakugou with ballpoint pens and washable markers but when he comes home from work one day your piece of art doesn't seem to be coming off.
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Ever since you were both in u.a together you fairly enjoyed drawing little symbols or tiny words and sentences on Katsuki’s skin. He might’ve pretended to hate it but he didn’t wash it off until he had a shower at night.
Even before you became an official couple it became part of your daily routine. In class he would rest his large hand on your desk and let you doodle away on it when there was free time at the end of a long lesson. Although one time you drew a dick on his finger as a joke and he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the afternoon.
Sometimes he would ask you if he could have a turn and that would result in the two of you happily sitting on the common room couch with a blue ballpoint pen each as you both doodled on each others skin.
“Hold still, dumbass. Gonna make me screw up the stick figures leg.”
Now you’re both pro heroes and that hasn’t changed. One morning when Katsuki has to go to his agency earlier than you, he’s in the middle of drinking his morning coffee and you’re signing some paperwork. He sets his mug down and places his elbows on the counter as he looks at you with admiration. You’re so beautiful.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
“D’ya wanna draw something on my arm?”
You look up from your paper and the corners of your lips turn up into a soft smile. He always looked so hot in the mornings with his messy undercut and grey sweats that hung low on his hips, showing off his strong physic.
“Sure. What do you want me to draw?” He hesitates for a moment and furrows his brows. “Hmm..surprise me” he states before extending his arm to you and picking up his abandoned mug on the kitchen island with the other hand. You turn your attention to the arm in front of you and push your documents to one side. You think for a moment before tracing the ink over his forearm as bakugou sipped his coffee, looking at you with bright crimson eyes. When you finished you took a second to admire your work of art.
You had drawn a small infinity sign just under the line where his arm bends with your name under it in neat cursive writing complete with a tiny heart.
“There ya go!” You said enthusiastically. You were actually quite proud with how this turned out and Katsuki noticed how your face lit up when you saw the completed drawing. He angled his arm to get a better look and gave you a toothy smile.
“I love it, baby. Thanks”
After another couple of minutes and conversation passed by Your blonde boyfriend tapped his phone to look at the time and his eyes widened. “Shit, I gotta get changed and go but I’ll see you when I get home yeah?” Katsuki leaned in and gave you a quick smooch and a tap on your asscheek as a goodbye before disappearing. After a few minutes you could hear the sound of his heavy boots thumping which started to fade as the front door closed.
*later on that night* You had gotten home from work earlier than bakugou. You had already showered and were now lounging on the comfy couch with a blanket, scrolling through your phone with a reality Tv show playing in the background. After mindlessly scrolling through TikTok and Instagram you eventually noticed the time on your screen and raised a brow. He was taking longer than usual. He normally would’ve been home half an hour ago so you decided to go onto your phone app and clicked onto Bakugou’s contact. It only rang a couple times before he picked up.
“Hey”
“Hey katsu, you okay? Where are you?”
“Wont be long. Picked up some dinner.”
“Okay well..be safe and come home as soon as possible.”
He chuckled and replied, “I will I will, bye”
“Bye, baby”
Ten minutes had passed when you heard the sound of keys before the sound of your front door opening and closing. Next thing you know your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with a carrier bag in his hand.
“How’s my girl doin’?” He asked, making his way over to you and sitting on the empty spot on the couch, setting the bag down. You smile and peck his cheek before bringing your hand up to his spikey blonde hair to rake your nails over his scalp.
His eyes closed as he melted into your touch and sighed happily. You ran your other hand up his muscular arm but immediately pulled it away when you heard Bakugou hiss in pain.
“Sorry” you winced.
“S’fine, just a little sore.”
“What happened?”
“Why don’t ya stop staring at me and take a look?” He teased with a smirk on his face.
You tut and shift your gaze down to his arm and see plastic wrapped around it. You squint your eyes as you lean closer to see what’s under it. Your eyes widen and you gasp.
“You did not.”
“I did.”
It was your drawing. Except this time the skin around it was a pinky red shade and the ink was a lot darker than the bright blue pen that was running out.
He had gotten it tattooed on himself.
He stared down at it proudly. “I didn’t wanna wash it off..I really liked it so I thought, ‘hey why not just have it there permanently?’ now everyone is gonna see that I’m yours and you’re mine, princess”
“Aww katsu..” You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and then his lips. He smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to nibble your bottom lip between his teeth. You flinch and giggle as he pulled you onto his lap with the arm that isn’t sore.
“I love ya.” He whispers squeezing your waist gently with his fingers.
“And my new tattoo is fuckin’ perfect like you.”
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@liv-loves-mic2023 {please don’t plagiarize, copy or repost my work.} Reblogs are always appreciated though! :)
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(This was a short little drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts and I finally had the motivation to finish it tonight :) I’m aware that it’s not that skillfully written but it’s nearly 3am lmao)
Thanks for reading <3
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miingyur · 11 months
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continuing from this
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“mama, mama! dada mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.
“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”
“oh come on sweets, i’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”
he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.
“mama mine! dada no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.
like father like son.
your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”
as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.
you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.
this was a normal day in the bakugou household.
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katsukiizmoon · 9 months
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I have actual tears in my eyes thinking about deep sex with music in the background with Katsuki???? Oh my fucking god can you imagine— shut the fuck up—??? 18+ with f!reader
Katsuki’s tongue slides against yours, firm hand gripping at your waist to keep you steady. Your legs tremble and a hiccup leaves you, breaking this kiss with a pant when he bottoms out again.
His forehead knocks against yours, eyes squeezing shut, his mouth dropping in a low “o” and he pulls back. His cock pulls leaving just the head in, then he slams forward. Your hands find themselves grabbing tenaciously at his large arms.
You blink, swallowing down a watery sound, when you look up. The breath is knocked out if you, he’s buried to the hilt, forehead sticky with sweat.
Cherry red, thin eyes study your pretty face. He looks down, then, between your bodies. Your tummy quivers, pussy squelching as he strokes deep and hard. His tongue flicks over his lips and he wills himself to focus.
That stupid fucking remix of crazy in love starts in the background and he punctuates the beat with a thrust. Your head throws back, nails digging and dragging into his shoulders now, while his cock drags against your wet walls.
Something about it makes your nose and lips tingle, makes you a little too high. And he eats it up, letting out a long and drawn out groan. The hair at the back of his neck is damp from sweat and there’s sparkly lip gloss on the corner of his mouth.
Time stops existing, his heavy body presses harder against yours and he makes it a point to kiss you. Languid, like he’s savoring the taste of your spit and trying to memorize the texture of your lips. A string of spit falls against your chin when he pulls back with a gasp.
“Yeah, yeah— look at you, pretty.” Katsuki gasps, eyes momentarily rolling back.
The music all but forgotten, merely minuscule compared to the absolute god of a man pounding into you with perfect rhythm. He looks so pretty, flushed in the face and fucking into you like he’s got all the time in the world. The grip of his hand heats up a little, he finds himself holding you a little harder, a little closer.
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pastelbakugou · 3 months
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Feeling like I needed some hurt to comfort today. Reader is written as gender neutral, but is described as being smaller than Bakugou.
Thinking about Bakugou being so emotionally constipated that he's unable to communicate his feelings towards you. He's finally accepted that he likes you after weeks of being in denial with himself, but now he doesn't know what to do about it.
Kirishima told him that actions speak louder than words, so he took his friend's advice to heart and started doing things for you. Except it totally backfired because instead of helping you with tasks or shooing you away while saying something along the lines of "You're too pretty to be doing that", he'd just push you out of the way and take over completely without saying a word, thinking that you'd understand his grand gesture.
Instead, you were puzzled, allowing him to just take over at first, but then after several times of him wedging himself in between you and the task you were attempting to complete, only for him to take it over, you were starting to become annoyed. It would really get under your skin when he would take over, but then he would do the exact same thing you had been, so you hadn't been doing it wrong.
Like when you were washing dishes. He'd just come over, putting his long, muscular arm in front of you to create distance between you and the sink and then hip bump you out of the way, seizing the plate and the sponge you had been previously holding. He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath as he did so, completely ignoring you as he took over the dishes.
It sucked because you had started to have feelings for the blonde, but now you knew that he thought you were incompetent and incapable of doing things on your own. You wouldn't say you had anything to prove, because you don't have anything to prove to anyone, but if he'd just let you finish something from start to finish to show him that you were capable, maybe he'd start to respect you more. What did you ever do to make him feel like you were incapable anyway? So naturally you started pushing back.
You were cleaning the glass on the back sliding doors of the common area after poor Denki had accidently run into it, leaving a smeared face print of the side of his face on the panel. You had decided that the whole thing just needed a cleaning anyway and took to wiping down the door after sitting Denki down with an ice pack to sooth the goose egg forming on the side of his temple.
Katsuki had just come down from his dorm, seeking to be in the common area out of sheer boredom. He saw Jiro poking fun at Kaminari on sofa with an ice pack resting against the side of his head while you were cleaning the glass door with a microfiber towel and some glass cleaner. He made his way over to you, standing behind you as you squatted to clean the far left side of the bottom of the panel, he grunted at you to give him the towel.
"No." You stated gently, but firmly. Completely taken aback by your response, he huffed at you and walked away. You were proud of yourself for standing up to the grump as you finished cleaning the door. You put the glass cleaner back under the cabinet of the sink and tossed the towel in communal hamper to be washed later. You then headed back over to the sink to wash the mug that you had brought down from your room earlier. You had planned to wash it sooner, but then the Kaminari incident occurred and the poor blonde needed tending to.
Turning on the water, you picked up the sponge, squirting a pump of soap onto it before picking up your mug to wash it. You froze as the hair on the back of your neck stood up and your body shuddered slightly as you felt overwhelming warmth behind you. Katsuki reached over you, making a grab at your mug. You lowered the mug back into the sink, but didn't put it down, instead holding it out of his reach. "I've got it, Bakugou." You stated again, gently, but there was a hint of annoyance in your tone.
" 't's fine. Give it t' me." He murmured, reaching down over you until his chest was flush with your back as he sought to take the mug from you. Blush erupted over your features and your knees felt weak as you felt the muscles of his chest rest against your shoulder blades. He grabbed the mug, but you didn't release it, causing him to look over your shoulder at you, slightly appalled. "I am perfectly capable of washing my own mug." You said, not daring to look up at him in fear that he might witness the blush on your face.
"I nev'r said ya weren't." He murmured into your ear. Hearing his low, gravely voice in your ear made your toes curl in your slippers your breath hitch as you peered up at him. He sported a line of blush along the tops of his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose as well. "I j'st wanna do it for you." He whispered at you, smirking when you loosened your grip on the handle, but didn't let it go completely. "Wh-Why?" You asked, perplexed, blinking up at him with large, round, clueless doe eyes.
"Cuz, I j'st wanna." He shrugged, lifting his free hand to rub the back of his head as discomfort started to bubble under his skin. "Is it because you think you do it better?" You asked, turning you face forward as insecurity filled your chest. He chuckled a bit, leaning down closer to you. "Maybe." You rolled your eyes as irritation simmered in your lungs again. "Is that why you take over? You think you're better at everything?" You bit back, but it hardly had any real bite to it. "I do, do everyth'ng better." He smirked down at you. You sighed, letting go of the cup, defeated. He was never going to see you as an equal, not when he thought he did everything better than you.
You began to turn away from the sink toward the common area to leave Katsuki with your mug. It was then that he saw the tears pearling at your waterline, only then did it finally click for him. You were becoming irritated with him because you thought, that he thought you were incompetent. His smug smirk dropped as he was consumed by the horror of what he had just realized. He placed his other arm in front of you, trapping you against the sink's counter before you could get away. You kept your body turned to the side, looking away from him towards the floor, rubbing the side of your arm in an effort to comfort and protect yourself. "But that's n't why I do it." Katsuki blurted out, trying to save you from tears.
"I do 't because I want to do it for you." You blinked wet lashes up at him still confused by what he was saying. He huffed, turning his face away from you for a moment, annoyed that he wasn't explaining himself well. "Ya don't see me do this shit t' any of the other extras, do ya?" You lowered your head, shaking it slightly. He felt like a dagger had been stabbed into his chest when he heard you whisper a quiet, wobbly, teary eyed, "no."
"I.. I do it because.. cause... I don't want you to have ta." He tried to explain, becoming more frustrated with himself as you looked toward the floor again. "Shit.." He cussed at himself, inhaling deeply through his nose in an attempt to clear his head. "I like you, okay?" He finally relented, giving up on the idea of not needing to say it. "H-Huh?" You asked, finally looking up at him, your eyes still watery, but not to the point of them breaking loose from your lashes. "I like you.." He said again, rubbing his face with his hand, again in frustration with himself.
You snickered, sniffling a bit as you rubbed at your eyes, "You've got a funny way of showing it." He rolled his eyes, mentally kicking himself for taking Kirishima's advice so literally. "I guess I do." He half chuckled, half huffed. You took him completely by surprise when you leaned back against him, allowing your smaller frame rest against his chest like before, but with more intention behind it this time. Katsuki huffed a small laugh as he lifted his hands from their place at the counter to pick up your mug and the sponge, beginning to wash it as your rested against him.
Blood rushed back to his face when he heard you sigh contently, feeling as you shifted against him to get more comfortable. "S' don't get upset anymore if I wanna do stuff f'r ya, 'kay?" He mumbled, resting his chin on the crown of your head as he scrubbed your mug. " 'kay." You hummed, feeling his heartbeat increase against your back.
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lightseoul · 10 months
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endearment
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synopsis. first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.
cw. fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, aged-up (26 yrs old), established relationship, a lot of cursing
word count. 1.9k words
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The first time it happens, you don’t think too much about it.
“Bakugou,” you call out from where you’re snuggled on his corduroy sofa. “Can you pass me some tissue?”
From the bathroom, you could hear a faint ‘tch’.
The sound of house slippers colliding with the tiled floor grows louder and louder until he finally emerges with a roll in his hand, which he promptly tosses to you.
You catch it—barely—and grin when you feel the thickness of the 3-ply roll, no doubt a staple in Bakugou Katsuki’s pristine apartment unit.
Go figure.
He’s circling the coffee table and plopping down next to you when your phone rings.
Confused, you pick up your phone to see a picture of you and Kirishima from your last get-together—his caller ID. Curious, Bakugou peers over your shoulder, frowning upon seeing his other best friend’s name.
“Isn’t he on patrol right now with Midoriya?” you ask.
Bakugou shrugs. “Answer it.”
Humming an okay, you click the accept button.
“Hey, Y/N! Is Bakubro with you right now?
You eye Bakugou, who’s pretending to be disinterested and not at all eavesdropping. “Yeah. What’s up?”
Kirishima laughs, “Can you tell him to check our group chat? Limited edition All Might merch just dropped.”
At that, you chuckle. “Got this Ei. He’s actually just beside me right now. I’ll make sure to tell him. And tell Izuku I said hi.”
You can practically hear the smile on his face when he says: “Thanks, bro! You’re the best.”
With that, you press the end call button and turn slightly to regard Bakugou, who’s now staring at his hands on his knees, what looks like a scowl etched on his face.
You poke at his side, trying to be playful.
“Aren’t you curious about what he had to say?”
He shakes his head before standing up and heading—again—to the bathroom.
Huh.
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The second time it happens, it leaves you and your friends bewildered.
“And so that’s how yesterday’s patrol ended up with me getting a special interview with TBS,” Mina says proudly.
You chuckle, amused. “That’s amazing, Mina.”
From where she’s seated beside you in the booth of your favorite bar, she grins. “Yeah, well I try!”
Kirishima, who’s sitting opposite the both of you, chimes in. “You have to tell Bakubro that story.”
“Where is he, anyway?” Mina asks.
You squint, looking through the glass windows of the bar. “I think he’s still searching for a parking space.”
At that, Mina cocks her head to the side in confusion. “But it’s been a while since you guys arrived?”
“Yeah…”
You pick up your phone, thumbing through the contacts until you arrive at the one marked with the red asterisk.
Emergency contact.
You’re in the middle of quickly typing out a where r u when Mina, the ever meddling Mina, peers over your shoulder unbeknownst to you.
“You named his contact…Bakugou?”
Attention divided between texting and talking with your friends, you retort lamely with: “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” Kirishima pipes up. “It’s just that couples usually save each other’s contacts as sweet pet names.”
Mina nods in agreement. “For example, I have Ei saved as baby, with a red heart.”
Before you can even defend yourself, let alone playfully gag at the nickname Mina has given Kirishima, Bakugou appears at your table, sitting down at the booth next to Kirishima and in front of you, uncharacteristically quiet.
When you lock eyes, you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly— denoting a question: everything okay?—but he doesn’t sustain eye contact.
Instead, he stands up again quite abruptly.
“Restroom,” he explains curtly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking away, leaving the three of you speechless.
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The third time it happens, it happens in his childhood home.
You didn’t expect to meet his parents this early on in the relationship; you haven’t even been together for a year. Yet Bakugou was determined to introduce you to them, said something about his sharp intuition telling him something or whatever.
Which is how you now find yourself in the living room of the place where he grew up, poring over photo albums like how dehydrated animals in hot climates pore over water.
With his mother, of all people.
“And this is him when his quirk first manifested,” Mitsuki explains, speeding through the pages of the album whilst grinning. You can’t help but grin back.
She points to a rather old photograph on the last page. “And this one is him playing baseball in 8th grade.”
Intrigued, you move closer to see the picture, smiling when you spot him, crimson eyes and ash blonde locks sticking out like a rose amidst the thorny bushes—impossible to miss.
Wanting to fill the air, you offer: “Bakugou was a very cute kid, Mitsuki-san.”
In a flash, she looks up at you, a puzzled look decorating her beautiful features, instead of the look of gratitude you were aiming for.
When you look back at her with confused eyes yourself, she asks, “You still call each other by your last name?”
“Oh—I—uh…”
You eye Bakugou who’s in the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables for the salad, as per his mother’s instructions.
You convince yourself that he’s got to be out of earshot.
Stumbling over your words again, you scramble for purchase. “Well—”
To your relief, Mitsuki only laughs good-naturedly in response, cutting you off.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know my Katsuki can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but inside he’s a real softie who appreciates the little things.”
You could simply nod in response.
From the kitchen, Bakugou announces: “I’m going to the restroom. Start eating without me.”
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A fourth time does not end up happening.
Instead, you find yourself riding the elevator to the rooftop of Bakugou’s apartment complex, where he’s already waiting for you.
‘I’ll just go ahead’ is what he said after both of you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner. ‘Make sure to catch up’.
Before you know it, the elevator doors slide open and you step out, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the heavy feeling now sitting in your stomach.
Will you finally figure out why Bakugou’s been acting a bit off lately?
You immediately spot him, back turned against you, and arms folded across his chest, resting on top of the railing.
Slowly, you walk towards him, ultimately situating yourself to his right.
A tense—albeit not uncomfortable—silence falls upon you.
Neither of you says anything until you pipe up with: “Is there bad news?”
At that, he finally turns his head to look at you. “Hah?”
You school your expression into a pensive one. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“What?” he exclaims, his entire body now facing you in a frantic hurry. “No!”
You chuckle. “Then what’s with the bad news face?”
“Bad news face?”
Nodding, you continue. “The face you make when you hear or are about to deliver bad news. It’s the more solemn iteration of your scowl.”
“What—” he scoffs, although he sounds pleased, “—You’ve fucken memorized my expressions?”
You shrug sheepishly.
When he doesn’t say anything in return, you prod further. “How bad is it?”
He huffs, breaking eye contact. “No bad news. Just—it’s…shit, never mind.”
“It’s just me,” you remind him. “It’s okay.”
With your reassurance, you can see his body relaxing a little bit, though he still refuses to say anything.
A few more seconds of tense silence pass before Bakugou finally looks you straight in the eye.
“Why the fuck do you call me Bakugou?
You stare at him. “...because it’s your name?”
Whatever he wanted to hear from you, it sure wasn’t that.
He scoffs. “Yeah? Well, why do you call shitty hair Ei or shitty deku Izuku? Have I failed some fucking test to qualify for first name privileges?”
“What are you talking about?”
This is what made him act weirdly the past week?
“Don’t make me say it again, woman,” he spits, although there’s not much venom coating his words.
“God,” he combs through his hair in frustration, “this is fucking humiliating.”
“I call you Bakugou because that’s what I called you back when we were just friends,” you try to reason. “Also, I…I didn’t want to start calling you Katsuki out of nowhere.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you finish, voice small.
“Who said I wanted you to call me that?”
 You shoot him a knowing look.
You stare at each other for a few more seconds before he groans in defeat, turning to face the city skyline instead of you. You follow suit, opting to look up at the stars that seem to be twinkling extra tonight.
Moments pass with neither of you saying anything.
You gently bump his shoulder with yours.
“For what it’s worth,” you start, “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about.”
He only grunts in response. You press on.
“The fact that you just told me all this…I don’t know. It makes me happy. It’s sort of like saying you care enough about our relationship to communicate even the most ‘humiliating’—your words not mine—of concerns.
“Of course I fucking do, dumbass,” he retorts. “Wouldn’t have confessed to you if I was just gonna chicken out at some point like a loser.”
You smile at him and his words, and you hope your adoration translates to your face, because the thing with Bakugou is that sometimes you have to deliver the message without having to utter the words—all to preserve the moment before it’s adulterated by shame.
“Right,” you look at him, “why don’t you call me by my first name?”
“Figured I haven’t earned it yet,” he says bluntly.
Amused, you push forward. “And how were you planning to earn it?”
He shoots you a glare. “By being the best fucking boyfriend, that’s how.”
At that, you cannot help the delighted laughter that erupts from you.
He side-eyes you, annoyed, though a smile manages to crack through the facade.
“Stop laughing at me.”
And when you don’t: “Hey.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath. “I’m just happy.”
He studies you for a beat, eyes fluttering across your face as if he’s searching for something. You feel yourself grow warmer under his piercing gaze.
There’s a pregnant pause before he finally says: “Call me Katsuki.”
You grin, “Okay, Katsuki.”
At your mention of his name, the scowl plastered on his face eases a little into a neutral—borderline happy—expression.
“And I’ll call you by your first name…” he declares, “if you’re fine with it or if not, just forget I said that.”
You take his hand and squeeze it before he can ramble some more.
“Sounds good to me, Katsuki.”
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bonus:
“I swear,” you argue while putting on your shoes, “I can ride the subway, Katsuki.”
“At this hour?” he snorts.
“Best fucking boyfriend, remember?” he sneers as he obtains his car keys by the doorway. “Just let me do this for you.”
You relent, knowing better than to fight with Katsuki on the matter of your safety, when suddenly a brilliant idea dawns on you.
Straightening up, you say: “I don’t think I saw you drinking water after dinner, Katsuki.”
“What?”
“Go hydrate yourself,” you command.
At that, he grumbles but submits to you anyway, walking back to his tidy kitchen.
Once you see that he’s in the middle of chugging down a bottle, you call: “Katsuki?”
He grunts—the best he can do while downing a bottle of water—in response.
“Can I call you babe?”
Bakugou chokes on his spit.
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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months
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CheatingHusband!Bakugou who knew his world was over when he made direct eye contact with you while another woman was naked underneath him. Panic washed over him when you turned around and started running.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou yelled at that other woman to get the fuck out and went to you for forgiveness. He was on the ground tears falling begging for you to not leave. He didn't care how pathetic he looked all he cared about was not losing you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who didn't earn a forgiveness from you but did earn a second chance. Relieved and happy he gets up and goes for a hug, but you push him away, it's ok you need time and he understands.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou is working hard to earn your trust again. He's a lot more gentle with you, careful not to overstep any boundaries and shows his respect for you. He tucks you in bed and gently strokes your hair and then kisses your head, "Goodnight baby" he'd say with a soft smile before going back to his place in the couch.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who started forming tears in his eyes hearing you say what everyone else has been saying. You deserve better. With clenched fists and teary eyes, he sighs and looks away. He let you go because he loves you and that's what you do when you love someone.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou thirteen years later who saved a little boy from a villain attack and brought him to safety. The little boy runs towards his parents where Bakugou catches a glimpse of the mother and the father. The mother looks very familiar and that's when he realized that it was you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who stared at the family with wide eyes. The little boy ran into you arms crying, you picked up your son and held him tight with tears in your eyes. The boy's father went in and held both of you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who laid in bed looking up at the ceiling that night and started shedding tears as he remembered the years with you. He missed them and he still loved you and he realized you were the one who got away.
a/n: I know I'm all about writing comfort fics but I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to write it ^^
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tired-teacher-blog · 24 days
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Let's talk about attention seeker Bakugou for a moment.
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You were lying on the couch one evening, eyes focused on the TV ahead when Bakugou suddenly appeared, shuffling your way before collapsing on top of you.
He did it so casually— like he does all the time, and you actually missed his intention at first. It's always the same with this man, since he hates you getting engrossed in something other than him, he's like a grumpy little cat who's constantly craving your attention, and sometimes you wonder if he's actually unaware of his massive stature when he carelessly traps you underneath himself.
He said nothing as an exasperated puff of air left his lungs, but instead settled for staring at you with a grumpy expression plastered across his face.
You still failed to acknowledge him though, as your favorite show was rapidly nearing its climax, which obviously displeased him greatly.
He started sighing and whining softly against your chest, nuzzling you there and squeezing you between his arms a little too tight for your comfort, until you finally let out a little "uh-huh" while moving one of your hands to absentmindedly play with his unruly hair, but that was still not enough.
_ "Hey, look at me will ya!"
He was pouting as he rasped the words, pouting and glaring at you with an accusing scowl, one that would easily frighten anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of it, but not you.
In fact, this desperate state of his is always amusing to witness, even more so, because you're the only one allowed to see it.
_ "I got it, I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm all yours now." you cooed with a warm smile before switching off the TV to give him your undivided attention, you will have to watch the rerun of your show some other time but it's alright, because this is more important, he is more important.
You were fighting the urge to burst out laughing at his pathetic attitude, but you feared upsetting him further, so you didn't.
_ "What is it then?" you ran your fingers along his cheeks before pinching him playfully.
_ "Nothing, just keep your eyes on me." he demanded with a menacing groan, but his eyes were actually pleading for your attention.
Cute..
_ "Of course my hero, you're my number one after all." you reassured him with a smile, coaxing a smug one to appear on his gorgeous face.
_ "Well I better be." he murmured back, shifting slightly until reaching your lips to peck them once and then another, before deepening the kiss and stealing your breath away.
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