#Bakugo Katsuki x reader

[heartsforkatsuki]

don’t mention it ｡°✩ k. bakugo

pov ; ur meanest classmate is… nice for once?

GN!reader

the bus was extremely loud today. the kids always talk, but never like this. it was loud, and annoying, and had you fidgeting with your rings.

it didn’t help that the only open seat was next to the meanest guy in your grade, probably even your school, bakugo katsuki.

you glanced up at him for a moment, he was looking outside the window with both his earphones in.

this is probably the calmest you’ve ever seen him.

“i can feel you staring.“

you start, turning back to playing with your rings.

“..sorry”

the view of your rings is blocked , and when you process that you realize you’re staring at one of katsukis earbuds.

you looked up at him, raising a brow as if to say, ‘yes?’

“wear it. you’ve been fucking around with your hands since the minute you got on the bus. it’s loud, just put it on.”

you smiled softly and briefly before taking the earbud, putting it on.

“when i come around” by green day was playing in it.

“you’ve got good taste.” you grinned, looking down at your shoes, to which you were met with a low grumble.

“thank you, bakugo.”

“don’t mention it.”

….

“and call me katsuki.”

[ichxraaa]

have i mentioned how bakugō has a dog called lord explosion grenade and how much he loves him? and how the dog is so protective of bakugō?

the first time you visit he sits very still next to his owner (he would never attack you, the dog is too well trained) but he just stares at you, attentive of your every move and of bakugō’s reaction to your presence.

it’s a particularly big german shepherd breed, you call him cute and even when bakugō lets you know it’s okay if you scratch lord explosion grenade’s ears the dog quite literally gives you the side eye as you try to touch him.

bakugō says there’s nothing to worry about, but somehow it has become very personal and important to gain the dog’s approval so you patiently wait, noticing how with each visit he eases more and more into you, until one day after you’ve spent the night and after bakugō has very quietly uttered that he loves you, finally lord explosion grenade jumps on the bed, right next to you and places its head on your chest, eyes slowly blinking at you in a way that screams “i trust you”.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

literally everyone can tell whenever you're mad at katsuki. it pisses him off because he feels like he can hide the fact he's bothered and that he's gotten his bf privileges revoked pretty well, but apparently not. not at all.

because all of his friends periodically come over to ask him what's wrong.

"you okay, man ?" asked kirishima. and when katsuki waved him of the boy gave him a thumbs up and an "i'm always here when you need it !"

did he seriously look that miserable ?!

"woah dude, you look more constipated than usual ! you good?!" denki exclaimed, even offering him a very unnecessary arm around his shoulder and an "if you need anything, i'm here to talk !"

every single fibre of self control was needed for katsuki not to grab him by his throat and fling him out of the nearest window.

and sero, oh so gracefully, had told him "woah, you look terrible. trouble in paradise ?" even snickering to himself. "better go apologise soon, loverboy !"

katsuki had to leave the room to not shove his hand down the bastard's throat and accidentally let off a howitzer impact. completely by accident, of course.

it seriously does bother him a bit because...what the hell ?! you don't have that much power over him !

...do you ?

well apparently you do, because the moment you make up all of his friends look oh, so smug. somehow, they all notice that he looks way happier today, something he himself hadn't even noticed !

okay, so what if he was in a better mood now ? of course he was ! who enjoys fighting with their partner anyway ?

but shit, he realises, maybe he is completely whipped. and maybe everyone around him can see it. but fuck it, you're not mad at him anymore and he doesn't give a shit.

[dekuneho]

bakugou katsuki doesn’t announce the newfound development in your relationship like a normal person.

one day, he’s in the kitchen within the first breath of daylight, preparing breakfast for two. you slide up next to him, burrowing your head between his arm and chest—and katsuki… he lets you, squeezes you. he kisses you on your temple, “g’morning, baby,” and by then a gasp rips across the silence of the room.

kaminari starts, “what—”

“oh,” ashido gasps, dawning with understanding. “wait—are you two…?”

katsuki bares his teeth at the stunned looks of your classmates, his glare speaking volumes: an unspoken claim.

[kurokawaia]

hii for ur 3k event could i request bakugou with degrading, baby trapping and size kink pls!! ^_^

Bakugou is slightly Oc here! MDNI / 18+ / Aged up! / TW/CW: Timeskip! Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader, Degradation, baby trapping, size kink, unprotected sex + more / DRABBLE /

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If Bakugou looks forward to anything at the end of his hard-working day as a hero, it would definitely be coming back to his wife. His wife who provides for him back home, loving how you always make sure everything is clean, having food prepared for him, doing the washing and all of that. On top of that, your small, so small compared to his massive figure and he loves it.

God, you're so easy to manhandle in bed that he loses it.

He fantasises about it all the time (even though he does it every night to you...) how very very blatant the size difference is and makes it quite obvious when you come to see him when he's working. This includes ruffling your hair, leaning down to you and overexaggerating the action of course and so much more.

Everyone is baffled, you basically jump around him and when they see Bakugou, a big, tall, muscular man who could pummel you to the floor with ease is makes them wonder how your relationship works, by that, they mean in bed.  

And it'll be explained now. There is not a time where you aren't completely engulfed in Bakugou's size, rendering you from any sort of form to move. As he pounds into your dripping pussy at a speed that makes your brain go fuzzy.

Every night the same words leave his mouth, along with the same actions. Filling you up until you can't take a step without clenching your thighs together, making sure that his cum stays tucked up in your womb. There's a chance you could already be pregnant, but Bakugou doesn't care, all he wishes is for you stomach to swell with his child, ensuring that there is no running from this relationship, not that you ever would. 

"Shit- That's it," Bakugou says, letting out a deep moan that made your insides churn with pleasure. "Take it like a good little slut, princess."

"Kats," you whimper, not knowing how to handle the over whelming pleasure taking over your body, you still can't get used to how over whelmed he makes you feel and it's been years.

A sharp thrust of his hips causes you to let out a yelp as you claw at his back, leaving scratch makes all down his back as he constantly fills you up. Good thing it's winter and he has to wear his long sleeve shirt while working... "Shhh," he coos, relishing in how tight you keep sucking him in, like your asking to be having his baby. "Fuck, there you go, such a slut."

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[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑠

You’re just a few steps away from him, playing the part of some random girl. Got your phone in hand, lowkey recording, and Bakugo’s totally onto you.

You clear your throat, switching your voice to something sweet and flirty.

“Excuse me… could you help me grab that box up there? You’re so tall… and strong.”

“I’m not anyone’s damn assistant,” he snaps again, but grabs the box with no effort and sets it beside you on the shelf. “There. Happy?”

Would he grab cereal for some random chick trying to flirt with him?

Or did he only do it because he knows it’s me?

The thought hits you for a split second, but then he opens his mouth again and snaps you back to reality with all the fury he’s known for.

“There. Now scram.”

“Thanks…” you reply in the sweetest, most annoying voice you can manage. “Guys like you just really intimidate me. So muscular, so tough… Can I touch your bicep?”

That’s when Bakugo takes a dramatic step back, like you just told him you’ve got a bomb in your purse. His face twists in a mix of disgust and way-too-real anger.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, PSYCHO?!” he barks. “Touch me and I’ll break your damn fingers!”

A few people turn to look. One lady grabs her kid and bounces. You’re barely holding in your laughter. Bakugo crosses his arms and speaks with this firm, deadly serious tone—like he’s making a public service announcement.

“I’m not into whatever game you think you’re playing. I have a girlfriend,” —he points at you like you just committed a crime, though there’s the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth, somewhere between annoyed and amused— “and if you don’t back off in three seconds, you’re gonna be picking up your cereal from the ER.”

Cut.

You lower your phone, cracking up, and he just scoffs, shaking his head.

“Stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Never again.”

You just smile, amused, proud, and a little soft in the heart.

“That’s my boy.”

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[ashthesalamipiece]

“Hands-On Training”

Rating: Explicit / 18+

Pairing: Bakugo x Female Reader (established relationship, but reader is not present during the scene)

Tags: Masturbation (m), caught in the act, embarrassment, humor, Bakugo flustered, Mitsuki chaos, crude dialogue, off-screen smutty thoughts about reader

---

It started innocently. You’d sent him a picture.

Well. “Innocently” depends on how you define a mirror selfie wearing nothing but one of his shirts, your thighs just barely visible under the hem, with a teasing little text that said:

> "Guess what I’m not wearing under this."

Bakugo had lasted about two minutes before slamming his bedroom door shut and throwing himself onto the bed, phone in one hand, dick in the other.

“Fuck,” he muttered, jerking his fist over the head, already red and leaking. His hips flexed upward, chasing his own rhythm as he scrolled through your messages, eating up every little thing you’d said earlier that day.

He could picture you so vividly — the way your lips parted when you moaned his name, the exact sound you made when he sucked your nipples, your nails clawing at his back when he drove into you deep and hard. His breath hitched as he imagined you on your knees in that shirt, tugging it up and—

“KATSUKI! I BROUGHT HOME LEFTOVERS—”

His door flew open.

And there stood Mitsuki, holding a takeout bag and getting a front-row seat to her very naked son, mid-stroke, balls-deep in fantasy.

Time stopped.

Bakugo froze like a feral animal caught in headlights, hand still wrapped around his dick, which was very much standing at full attention.

“OH MY GOD—WHAT THE FUCK, MOM?!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” she screamed back, slapping a hand over her eyes and dropping the bag on the floor. “IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY?!”

“GET OUT!” he roared, fumbling with the blanket and nearly strangling himself with his own shirt. “I’M—FUCKING—BUSY!”

Masaru came jogging up behind her. “What’s going on—OH. OH DEAR LORD.”

Bakugo threw his phone across the room. “WHY CAN’T YOU KNOCK?!”

“I did!” Mitsuki shouted. “I yelled! You never answer, you little gremlin! I thought you were asleep!”

“Why would I be jerking off asleep, you lunatic?!”

Masaru, bless him, turned and calmly walked away without a word.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, wasn’t done.

“I hope you were thinking about that sweet girl of yours and not some weird anime shit!”

Bakugo went beet red. “I—YES?! Obviously?!”

Mitsuki groaned. “You better not be ruining my guest towels. I swear to god, Katsuki, I raised you better than this.”

“STOP TALKING—OH MY GOD, STOP TALKING!”

She finally slammed the door behind her, leaving Bakugo mortified, half-hard, and vibrating with secondhand rage.

---

Twenty minutes later, Bakugo was sitting at the dinner table, hoodie pulled up to hide his ears, glaring down at his rice like it had personally betrayed him.

Mitsuki placed a drink in front of him. “So. Gonna install a lock now?”

Bakugo didn’t look up. “I’m moving out.”

Masaru coughed into his sleeve. “Well, the important thing is you were safe and alone.”

“I wasn’t alone,” Bakugo growled. “You made it not alone.”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “You’re acting like I caught you sacrificing a goat.”

“You caught me with my dick in my hand!”

“Well, I didn’t catch you finishing, thank god.”

Bakugo stood up so fast the chair nearly fell. “I’m never jerking off again.”

“Oh please,” Mitsuki said dryly. “You’re a 19-year-old boy with a hot girlfriend. You’ll be back at it in 24 hours.”

Bakugo screamed into his hands.

---

Later that night, he called you.

You picked up with a smug hum. “So… how’d the picture go?”

He groaned. “Don’t ask.”

You blinked. “Wait. You didn’t—did you not finish?”

“My mom walked in.”

“…Oh my god.”

“She saw everything. I had my fuckin’ dick out. My dick, babe.”

You tried not to laugh. You failed. “Was she impressed?”

“YOU’RE THE WORST.”

[nemisuki]

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To say Katsuki had a bad reputation was an understatement.

You suppose it wasn't a shocker that so many students found his ruff demeanor off-putting — his constant yelling and brash way of speaking — leaving many to form feelings of distaste towards the hot head.

So naturally, others began questioning how your relationship with him even lasted for so long, given he's still the same angry student attending UA, that somehow managed to grasp the heart of his bubbly classmate.

He never once batted an eye towards the pesky rumors about him, after all, he couldn't care less about what anyone else thinks.

All topics were on the table, except for one — you.

It was known ever since the first altercation, when he overheard your name from someone else's lips, conversation unknown, that no one else is allowed to speak of you in such ill manners.

Anyone could hate him but... you? The girl who doesn't have a single bad bone in her body? The girl saying a little "excuse me" or "thank you" even when not needed? Hate that girl? His girl? You?

Yeah not happening. Not on his watch. As if he'd let any lowlife spoil your name.

"HAH?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GET BACK HERE YA' EXTRAS!"

You groan at each one of his squirms, trying to hold him back to put some distance between the blonde and the very much frightened duo that he confronted out of nowhere.

I mean, one second he was by your side and the next... he was storming over in their direction!

"Katsuki, c'mon just let them go!"

He attempts to escape your grasp in hopes to chase them down — maneuvering around like a rabid animal — glaring absolute daggers at the two retreating males in the distance.

Who nearly piss their pants as they successfully escape sudden death.

"DAMN COWARDS—"

Seeing no way out of Katsuki beating them into a literal pulp, you wrap your arms around his waist, fighting off inner humiliation at how you probably looked like to everyone else, your smaller form clinging onto his for dear life.

Frankly not being too useful in this scenario... or so you thought.

He freezes in place.

And given your current position, face tightly pressed against his chest, you're unable to see the way his eyes slightly widened, how his brows raised upwards, the previous glare melted away in an instant.

The familiar touch sending shivers down his spine.

He halts his movements, secretly not wanting to accidentally hurt you, huffing and averting his gaze elsewhere.

"Tch, you can let go now dumbass…"

He tries to hide the creeping shyness in his demeanor, the involuntary blush that casts over his cheeks, fingers clenching into tiny fists at his side.

Slightly embarrassed that he reacted on instinct, he just couldn't help himself dammit!

You smile softly, reluctantly releasing him from your grasp, looking up to see his face, those pretty features now covered with a soft pink, hidden behind the infamous frown he always wears.

"You don't have to fight every person that talks bad about me 'suki, I really don't mind—"

He scoffs, cutting you off while taking your hand in his, ignoring all the stunned stares from passing students as he practically drags you to class.

"Yeah, well I fuckin' mind. Those damn bastards... how could they hate you just because yur' dating me? Fucking extras don't know what their talkin' 'bout…"

You sheepishly mumble apology after apology as he shoves past anyone in the way, listening to his frustrated rambles while he clears a path for you.

He glances at the onlookers with a grumpy glare, daring anyone to stand in his way. As if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with him but still...

Your eyes soften as he adjusts his grip, slender fingers slowly intertwining with your own, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, a tenderness that's only available to you.

His gaze wavers.

"Does it really not bother you?"

You blink.

"Hm? What does?"

His grip on your hand grows less firm, more hesitant, ultimately vulnerable. Crimson eyes filled with uncertainty, rough voice losing its usual pitch, almost growing too quiet. Almost.

"...I don't exactly have the best reputation ya' know? People will continue judging us... judging you."

Your heart aches at the faint whisper, his subtle concerns immediately making you shake your head.

You knew about the judgement, knew about the whispers when you walked by the halls, knew about the backlash you'd no doubt receive.

But did you care? Of course not.

They didn't know him like you did, the true hero underneath all those glares and empty threats, the hero you hopelessly fell in love with.

You smile up at him, the two of you reaching the classroom in a matter of seconds, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I would choose you all over again if I could."

He studies your expression for a moment, gaze examining every pretty feature, trying to gouge any uncertainty behind those glossy orbs.

And once he finds absolutely nothing, his eyes snap away from yours, unsure of what to say, eventually clearing his throat as he reaches for the door handle.

The blonde didn't know why he got so tongue-tied every time you give him those eyes, full of love and devotion, so unapologetically open with your adoration while he's merely reduced to a flustered mess.

"You idiot..."

Unable to resist, he reluctantly gives your head a little pat, knowing you'd love nothing more then to receive some form of affection, a small exchange for your sentimental words, his own way of showing appreciation.

His own way of loving you.

You visibly brighten with newfound joy at his touch, smiling happily as you follow him inside, now with a little kick in your steps.

He didn't have to say anything else, you knew how he felt, especially when he continued to publicly defend you the next day... despite your continuous protests.

Because a few fights are nothing, after all, he'd win — every. damn. time. — anything for you, his choice in every lifetime. 

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[seumyo]

just thoughts of growing old with bakugou.

“Y’alright, old lady?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” You shot back with a huff, but the laughter in your voice softened it. “You’re not exactly a spring chicken yourself, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Hah? I could still beat your ass in a race.”

“You could barely bend down to get your keys this morning.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it. “Should’ve let you get them. You’re closer to the ground anyway.”

“Now you’re just asking for trouble.”

You two walked a few more steps before he noticed your breathing was just a little heavier. Your hand was tighter on his forearm. You hadn’t said anything, of course. He knew you never liked making a fuss. But Bakugou noticed. He always noticed.

Because if he didn’t notice, then he’d think he’s the shittiest husband on the planet.

Bakugou stopped.

You looked at him, confused. “Katsu?”

“Turn around.”

“What—”

“I’m givin’ you a piggyback ride.”

You blinked. “Katsuki, we’re in our sixties.”

“And? You think that stops me?” He crouched a little, wincing more dramatically than he meant to. Despite retaining lighter exercises to keep his body in tip-top shape, age still creeps in like a barnacle to his back. “C’mon, get up before I change my mind.”

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

“My back’s tougher than yours.”

“That’s not saying much anymore!”

“I’d rather break my back than see you waddle like a fuckin’ penguin with those stuffy shoes.”

“Our daughter gave me these shoes!”

“I know,” he replied. “Get on, woman.”

With a chuckle, you carefully climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck like they did all those years ago when you two were barely adults sneaking out for late-night walks. He held your legs securely under him, your weight familiar even after all this time. You rested your head against the back of his neck.

He lifts you like it’s nothing.

“Still got it,” he mutters, somewhat relieved.

Because Bakugou wants to give you a piggyback ride—or just carry you as many times as he possibly could.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah, well. You married me. So there’s nothin’ we could do about that now that we’re five decades in, huh?”

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, your voice muffled. “Best decision I ever made,” you hum. “Do you ever think about what we were like back then?”

“All the time,” he replies.

“Do you miss it?”

Bakugou exhaled. “Nah. I mean, it was good. Great, even. But this…” He shifts you a little higher on his back. “This is better.”

“You’re carrying your wrinkly wife down the street, and you think this is better?”

“Hell yeah,” he replies without hesitation. “You still make fun of me. Still make me laugh. Still kiss me like we’re teenagers. And even if you walk slower now, you still walk with me.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then, softly, “That’s so sappy. I hate you.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

You chuckled.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“I know,” Bakugou says, and then, a little quieter, “I love you too. Always have. Even when you fell asleep during Die Hard.”

“I knew it. You were paying attention.”

He laughs. Full, unguarded, and warm. His chest feels full, like it always does when you’re near. The kind of full that doesn’t need fixing. Doesn’t need anything more.

-

“See?” Katsuki muttered breathlessly, settling you down onto a wooden bench that overlooked the town below. “Didn’t break my back.”

“Not yet. Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Tch. Still mouthy,” he said, but there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. He reached for your hand, calloused fingers lacing with yours. “Old or not, you’ll never stop talkin’, will you?”

“Not if I can help it,” you murmured. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

“You tickle my toes when I’m about to fall asleep, you psychopath.”

“As I said, keep you on your toes.”

You two sat there in silence, side by side, watching as the last of the day faded into hues of soft purple and gold. The town below lit up slowly—windows glowing, streetlights flickering on one by one. It was the same town where you built a life, where you came after retiring from the city, where you spent quiet afternoons and lazy mornings and stormy nights curled under blankets.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Remember that old apartment? The first one?”

“The one with the leaky pipes?”

“And the hole in the wall.”

Bakugou made a noise between a groan and a laugh.

“Don’t remind me. That place was hell.”

“But we were happy. And it was our first.”

He nodded. “It was.”

“You used to stay up late grading case files while I was asleep on the couch.”

“And you’d drool on every pillow,” he said, smirking.

“That’s love,” you quipped, “sharing spit on furniture.”

“Disgusting,” his eyes crinkled as he chuckled, quiet and deep, before falling into a softer stillness.

“Do you think we did okay?” you asked.

Bakugou turned to look at you. Your eyes were searching his face—not out of doubt, but for reassurance.

“We did more than okay,” he said. “We loved hard. Fought harder. Got old. Grew up.”

You smiled faintly. “We grew softer.”

He squeezed your hand. “You did. I stayed badass.”

You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah… you did.”

A breeze blew past, and you shivered slightly. Bakugou was already tugging his jacket off before you could protest. He knows you well enough that it comes second to breathing. Something that he could never forget because he needs to remember it to survive.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up. You’re cold.”

You let him drape it over you, fingers brushing his wrist as he tucked it close. It was nice. This was nice.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you said after a while. “You were yelling at someone, I think.”

“That sounds right.”

“I thought, ‘What an ass.’”

“And yet, you married me.”

“Because you were very persuasive,” you told him.

He snorted. “Uh huh.”

Time passed like that—peaceful and unhurried—until the sun was a mere sliver on the edge of the world. Fireflies blinked into view. The quiet of the hilltop wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I’m tired,” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes for a moment against his shoulder.

“Want me to carry you home?”

“No, just…” You paused, then exhaled. “Let’s just stay here a bit.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yeah. We can stay.”

“You’ve always been stubborn.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“But also the kindest man I’ve ever known.”

He didn’t reply right away. He just looked at you—really looked at you. Your hair had silvered, your cheeks had thinned, but your eyes held the same sparkle that made him fall in love with you years ago. You were still [Name]. Undeniably his.

And he was still Bakugou. Your.

“Even if I get reincarnated,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now, “even if I forget everything—I hope I find you again.”

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “You will.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll find you too,” he said. “You’re too damn loud to miss.”

You smiled. Your hand, much more wrinkly now, more fragile than it used to be, reached up to his cheek. Your thumb traced the scar that time left near his jaw.

“I love you,” you said.

He leaned in, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too. Always.”

And in the stillness, with the cool air surrounding you and the stars beginning to blink into view above, you leaned into each other—together in warmth, in memory, in everything you two ever were.

Your hands stayed intertwined, steady.

And when the wind finally hushed, you drifted off into the quietest, most peaceful sleep.

Together, one last time.

Forever.

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[missdynamighttt]

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[megumismyhusband]

meeting katsuki’s parents was… an experience.

you had prepared yourself for a lot—maybe his mom would be strict, maybe his dad would be intimidating, maybe they’d question your intentions. what you didn’t expect was for mitsuki bakugo to take one look at you, blink, then turn to her son with the most incredulous expression you’d ever seen.

“you’re messing with me.”

katsuki clicked his tongue. “what the hell are you talking about?”

she gestured at you. “this is your girlfriend?”

you smiled nervously and gave a little wave. “um, hi?”

she looked back at katsuki. “be serious.”

katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “yes, old hag, this is my girlfriend. what, you think i’m lying?”

mitsuki stared at you again, then back at katsuki, then back at you. “sweetheart,” she said, addressing you this time, “blink twice if you need help.”

masaru sighed from the kitchen table. “mitsuki…”

“no, seriously! you’re so cute, so polite—what do you even see in this angry little goblin?” she continued, gesturing wildly at her son.

you giggled. “he’s not that bad.”

katsuki scoffed. “damn right i’m not.”

mitsuki ignored him. “so, what? you just… like him? like, willingly?”

you nodded. “mhm! he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him.”

mitsuki looked so unconvinced. “are we talking about the same kid? blond, loud, temper worse than mine?”

masaru chuckled. “it does seem surprising, dear.”

“i don’t get what’s so shocking about this!” katsuki snapped, crossing his arms. “i’m a catch, damn it!”

mitsuki smirked. “you’re something, alright.”

you just squeezed katsuki’s hand, beaming up at him. “i think he’s perfect.”

he huffed, ears tinged pink. “damn right i am.”

mitsuki clapped you on the back—hard enough to almost knock you over. “you’ve got patience, i’ll give you that. welcome to the family, sweetheart. you’re gonna need all the luck you can get.”

[dollyfetti]

deaf!bakugou likes to feel the vibrations of your body.

to paint a clear picture, he doesn’t have his hearing aids in, and you two are in resting in bed after a few rounds of making love (and consoling your fiancée when he started tearing up and signing about how he was fucking pissed he couldn’t hear you moaning his name)

the sun’s orange glow as it sets just outside your window beams a gorgeous light onto you both, glistening with sweat. it’s a comfortable few minutes before you remember a juicy story you’d overheard earlier that day, and you gently tap the space next to your lover (you didn’t have to though cuz he was already staring at you with cheesy adoration).

you slightly pull yourself away from his beefy chest to begin expressively signing your daily piece of gossip. you always speak out loud when you sign, even though you know he can’t hear you. and as you’re signing with speedily, facial expressions big and enthusiastic, katsuki’s eyes dart to your lips every two seconds, nostalgically remembering the sound of your gorgeous voice before the war.

he huffs, signing wait. you pause with confusion before he shuffles forward so two of his fingers could rest on your throat. he feels you swallow and a little grin writes itself upon his face. he gives you a tiny nod to continue. and he smiles at the heavy buzzing against his digits.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki katsuki katsuki but you haven't told each other "i love you" yet. he's like in his third year and he's interning at endeavour's agency again. you're interning somewhere else, unfortunately for him. he gets antsy when you're not around, gets overstimulated just a bit more quickly. so whenever he gets back to the agency to go to bed he makes a quick call and he prays to god you're still awake, and when you are he mutes his mic so you don't hear the big sigh of relief he lets out.

he's asking you about your day first always, so he has your voice to hear to calm him down before he rants about his bullshit day. he grumbles about how you giggle about his experience. you defend yourself by saying he's just so dramatic when he tells stories. he scoffs, but chuckles just a bit when you copy his way of speaking.

it's just supposed to be a quick call, but katsuki wishes you could call all night. or, he'll do you one even better, he wishes you could just be here with him. where you're supposed to be.

so when he has to hang up, his shoulders hunch a little bit 'cus he can already feel his ears burning and he lowers his voice just a bit more cus you're the only one that he wants to hear his next words.

" all right, i gotta go."

"mmaaaaaww..." you whine over the phone, he feels an affectionate smirk pull at his face and he snorts "yeahh," he teases. "you free tomorrow ?"

you hum, thinking for a bit "i should be. 'round nine maybe ?"

"good, i'll call you." he says. "kay, can't wait." you giggle excitedly. "goodnight, suki. sweet dreams, okay ?"

there it is. his heart beats harder in his chest, he readjusts in his chair and he sighs. good night, i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you he wants to say. his face burns and he's sure to others he looks pissed as fuck, but it's only because he's trying to keep his blush down.

"yeah, yeah.." he gulps, ducking his head down so he's sure you and only you hears him "miss you."

it's soft, the way he says it. gruff and unfamiliar but honest. you offer him a sweet little giggle he's sure he'll think about before falling asleep, try to image your face and what you looked like to help sleep come to him easier.

"i miss you too, sooo much.." you swooned, voice sweet and shaky from the smile pulling at your face that he can almost see. "but i'll see you again soon, okay ?"

he grumbles under his breath in agreement. " yeah sure, whatever. gimme a kiss."

"ooh ? now you want my through-the-phone-kisses ?" you tease, voice playful. he can almost see how proud you are and it makes him roll his eyes.

a simple "shut up," is all he can think up, he repeats himself "gimme a kiss." he demands, scowl fixed into an almost pout.

and you do, you make it extra long for him and with a sweet little "mmuuah !" and a final good night and wishes of sweet dreams and good rest, you hang up. katsuki stays with his phone by his ear for a moment longer before he decides to get up and get ready for bed.

i love you, he wants to call back and tell you he loves you.

but you need rest, and so does he. so he'll tell you that tomorrow.

dreamy sigh,,, katsuki katsuki katsuki

[suksatoru]

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

[kateschi]

second helpings

synopsis: he owns the kitchen—until you quietly claim a corner of it, and he is enjoying it more than he lets on.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: been gone a while. had ran out of ideas but here we go

you don’t cook often.

not because you can’t, but because he always beats you to it.

katsuki treats his kitchen like a battlefield—controlled, efficient, and his.

he moves like he’s been doing it his whole life, sleeves pushed up, jaw set in focus, the faint smell of spices clinging to his shirt even after he’s done.

it’s something he enjoys, something he’s good at, and he rarely lets you lift a finger when it comes to meals.

so when you tell him, “i made something for you,” you expect a scoff, a teasing remark, maybe even a lecture about how he should be the one cooking for you.

what you don’t expect is for him to hesitate.

it’s barely noticeable, but you catch it—the slight pause, the flicker in his expression before his arms cross over his chest.

“you what?”

you huff, nudging the bowl toward him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “i cooked something for you.”

his red eyes flick down, scanning the dish like he’s assessing its structural integrity.

it’s nothing fancy—just something simple you put together while he was out. but his fingers twitch slightly, like he’s holding himself back from reaching for it immediately.

“…what’s the occasion?”

you blink at him. “nothing. just wanted to.”

his brows furrow slightly, like he doesn’t quite understand the concept of someone cooking for him just because they felt like it.

but after a moment, he exhales through his nose, jaw shifting as he grabs the chopsticks.

“you didn’t have to, y’know.”

you smile, resting your chin on your hand. “I know.”

he doesn’t say anything else before taking a bite.

the first one is quick—just a taste.

then the second comes almost immediately after, slower this time, more thoughtful. his chewing slows just a fraction—contemplative. his brows furrow, but not in a bad way.

he’s thinking.

then, without a word, he goes for a third bite.

you watch him, amusement curling at your lips. “well?”

he chews, swallows, and sets his chopsticks down with a casual motion.

“…it’s good.”

you stare.

then squint.

“just good?”

his ears tint the faintest shade of pink, and he scowls, looking at anything but you. “what, you want a damn trophy?”

you snort, shaking your head. “a simple ‘thanks’ would work.”

his mouth presses into a tight line, and for a second, you think he might just grumble his way out of this. but then, just barely above a mutter—

“thanks.”

your grin widens, warmth blooming in your chest as he goes back to eating, and even though he doesn’t say anything else, you don’t miss the way he finishes every last bite.

it happens again.

not immediately, but enough that it starts to become a habit.

one night, you make an extra portion without thinking, setting it aside without a second thought.

another night, you leave something for him when you know he’s coming home late, the dish waiting on the counter like a quiet reassurance that he isn’t alone.

you don’t always expect a reaction, but you always get one—even if it’s just a muttered “’preciate it” or the way his shoulders shift ever so slightly when he sees what you’ve left for him.

and then, one evening, you catch him sneaking extra bites.

you’re pretending not to watch, seated at the kitchen counter with a drink in hand, your body angled just enough to keep him in your peripheral vision.

katsuki eats like he always does—quick but deliberate, each motion efficient, no wasted movements.

his back is straight, his expression unreadable as he makes his way through the plate of curry you set in front of him.

then, the second you turn your head—

a blur of movement. a quiet clink.

your eyes snap back to him.

katsuki freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, a second helping clearly stolen from the pot sitting on the stove.

his jaw tightens as he chews, his expression carefully neutral, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten slightly around his chopsticks.

your brows lift. “did you just steal extra?”

a beat of silence.

then, his red eyes flick up to yours, his chewing slowing slightly as he glares, unimpressed. “what?”

your gaze drops to the now slightly emptier pot.

a slow grin spreads across your face.

“you did.”

he scowls, shoving another bite into his mouth like it’ll somehow erase the evidence. “it’s good. so what?”

you rest your chin on your palm, amusement flickering in your eyes. “you could just ask for more, you know.”

he clicks his tongue, gaze flicking to the side, suddenly finding the tiled floor far more interesting. “dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

after that, you start paying more attention.

to the things he likes, the things he doesn’t say outright but that you pick up on anyway.

you learn that he prefers meals fresh off the stove, that he eats fast but never wastes a single bite. that he loves spice—but sometimes, just sometimes, it even gets to him.

you catch the way he drinks more water when it does, the slight furrow of his brows when the heat creeps up on him.

“you good?” you ask once, watching as he takes another gulp of water.

he clicks his tongue, setting the glass down with more force than necessary. “’course I’m good.”

you just shake your head, amused.

even when he’s exhausted, dragging himself through the door after a long shift, he still eats whatever you make. no complaints, no hesitations.

just a quiet moment where his shoulders loosen and he sits down without a word.

and no matter how much he huffs and grumbles, no matter how much he acts like it’s nothing—

he never says no to your cooking.

one night, he comes home later than usual.

you’re already half-asleep on the couch, curled under a blanket, when you hear the door open.

heavy boots thud against the floor, the familiar sound of him kicking them off near the entrance. there’s a rustle of fabric as he shrugs off his hero jacket, the soft clink of his gear being set aside.

then—

a pause.

you blink groggily, rubbing your eyes as you push yourself upright. “katsuki?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just stands there, his gaze fixed on the covered dish waiting on the counter.

his shoulders loosen slightly, the exhaustion still clinging to him, but there’s something softer in the way he moves now, like the sight of the meal has pulled some of the weight off his shoulders.

“…you made somethin’?”

you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. “yeah. thought you might be hungry.”

he doesn’t say anything at first. just strides toward you, stopping in front of the couch, and before you can react—warm lips press against the top of your head.

it’s quick, fleeting, but it lingers in the way his breath ruffles your hair right after.

his voice is quieter this time. “thanks.”

your chest feels light, a soft warmth settling beneath your ribs, but before you can process it, he’s already moving again. he grabs the plate, lifts the lid, and takes in the meal.

then, he makes his way back to you, dropping onto the couch beside you.

his thigh presses against yours, his body radiating warmth, and then an arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you in.

you blink, a little surprised, but you don’t resist, sinking into him as he picks up his spoon.

he eats in steady bites, quiet, comfortable. then, without a word, he scoops up another bite and holds the spoon out to you.

you hesitate for half a second. “you don’t have to—”

“just eat.”

you huff, but open your mouth anyway, letting him feed you.

the flavors settle on your tongue, familiar and warm, but you barely notice because katsuki’s watching you now, eyes flicking over your face like he’s waiting for your reaction.

you chew, swallow, then smile a little. “tastes good.”

his mouth twitches, and he clicks his tongue, looking away. “’course it does. you made it.”

kofi — navigation — masterlist

do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡… 𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛’, 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛

• Masterlist

The bedroom was bathed in a dim, warm light, barely held up by the bedside lamp set to its lowest setting. Bakugo was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back slightly leaned against the headboard and his legs stretched out. He held you firmly but without pressure, sitting naturally and already used to this routine that had become almost sacred between you two: that space, that shared time, before closing your eyes.

You were lying across his lap, legs crossed over his and arms loose, relaxed. You talked in a soft voice, telling him whatever came to mind: little things from the day, silly stuff you saw on the street, a comment that made you laugh, or a sudden idea you weren’t sure was good or just plain dumb. There was something about your voice that calmed him down.

He barely spoke, as always. But he couldn’t stop looking at you.

His left hand rested easy on your waist, thumb lazily drawing little circles over your shirt like he didn’t even notice he was doing it. With his right, he reached up real gentle—way softer than you'd expect from someone like him—and brushed a stubborn piece of hair outta your face. His fingers barely skimmed your cheek, light as a whisper, before he tucked the strand behind your ear and left it there like it belonged.

His crimson eyes didn’t leave you. He watched closely how you moved, how your lips curved when you smiled, how your eyebrows arched when you remembered something surprising. He was fascinated by your face in motion. The way you talked with your hands without even realizing it, or how sometimes you narrowed your eyes when deep in thought. It was like watching a quiet fire, vibrant but never burning, a flame he never got tired of staring at.

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