#Bakugou MHA

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[vivid-dreamscapes]

AbsentFather!Bakugou who suddenly broke up with you after finding out you were pregnant, then going no contact

AbsentFather!Bakugou who only did it because he didn’t want the rest of you and your kids life being swarmed with the media, and being targets for villains to get to him

AbsentFather!Bakugou who did it without thinking it through, without considering that you both could work though it together

AbsentFather!Bakugou who happened to be in the town you had moved to after the breakup on a mission, fighting a villain nearby your house

AbsentFather!Bakugou who showed up to your house after several years of forcing himself to stay away

AbsentFather!Bakugou who fought with you until late in the night about getting to see his five year old son, and eventually explaining why he broke things off

AbsentFather!Bakugou who vowed to work towards earning your forgiveness, no matter how long it took, after you reluctantly decided to let him stay and see his kid

AbsentFather!Bakugou who took the week off to spend it catching up with his son, with your permission

AbsentFather!Bakugou who learned from his son you hadn’t dated a single person since him

AbsentFather!Bakugou who caught you giving yourself love, as you did almost every night, due to being extremely touch starved

AbsentFather!Bakugou who, despite you still being rightfully angry at him, offers to give you pleasure for the first time in many years and ends up fucking you relentlessly

AbsentFather!Bakugou who ended up extending his stay repeatedly, growing his relationship with his son and mending his and yours

AbsentFather!Bakugou who after two years of finally having you both back in his life, gets to put a ring on your finger, and have his son as his best man

[rueclfer]

garage band // katsuki bakugou

when your neighbor had a drum kit and an endless supply of spite.

a/n: im actually going so feral over this au its not even funny anymore like this was sooooo.. yeah

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katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOUR HEART WAS GLASS, I DROPPED IT ❆

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you open the door for your warm, ex boyfriend katsuki.

part 2/2. i’m sorry tumblrs not letting me link anything atm :(

inspired by champagne problems

katsuki booked his flight home at night for a reason.

it was dark, meaning no one really would be out. he wanted to be alone and sit there in his hurt. he wasn’t sure what he hated more- the bustling crowds or silent sleepers. both of them had a clear absence of you.

the winter chill seeps into his bones as he waits outside your door. after the phone hangs up, we anxiously wonders if you’ll even answer it. its -26°, and he can only imagine your bundled up in there. its the place he left you standing before hoping on a plane and abandoning what he had with you.

he’s about to turn away, before he hears your voice. “get in here, it’s freezing.”

he immediately obliges, stepping into the familiar space. crimson eyes stare at you, noticing your different appearance. you’ve cut your hair and pierced your ears. theres an ache in his chest seeing you for the first time again. suddenly the apartment began to feel much warmer.

“your hair. its… shorter.” he awkwardly mutters like a teenage boy asking you to a dance.

“uh, yeah. i wanted a change.” you chuckle, no less uncomfortable than him.

he wants to take your hand, but he’s scared he’ll drop it again. your place was cozy, yet crestfallen. he remembered you told him you never particularly enjoyed living alone. you lead him to the living room. there, he sees your cats cuddling, slightly jealous of the companionship they share.

its here he notices that its still chilly, albeit not as cold as outside. he quickly clutches his hands around the warm cup of tea you bring him, taking in the mundane sounds of your apartment. leftovers on the stove, the dripping of the sink, and the soft snores of your feline companions.

“sorry, my heaters still broken.” you apologetically quip, sitting down next to him on the couch. katsuki mentally facepalms himself for that. he said he’d fix it for you before he left.

“yeah. guess i forgot about that.” he says, barely looking you in the eye. if he was gonna break up with you, leave you stranded and hop on a flight out of the country, you think the least he could do is make sure you stayed warm- but no.

“why didn’t you get it fixed yourself?” he asks, his usual gruff voice replaced by a particular softness for you.

you just shrug. “i don’t know. i never got around to it. winter came early.”

the both of you remember when you first got together. he told his family for a reason. he was so excited, saying he found the one. a few months later, no one was celebrating.

love slipped beyond his reaches the day he began doubting himself. he wasn’t good enough for you. becoming the #1 hero in his country only made him wonder more about his worth. he could barely give a reason towards the break up, instead spewing out that he needed to think things through instead.

“..how was your trip?” you break the silence, though you know the answer. his trip was great. the media wouldn’t shut up about it. about his parties and award shows, about the lives he saved and the talents he has. they particularly the people, more so the girls he was with. though you decided not to bring that part up.

he paused for a moment. he knew you would say something about it soon. he was being watched and photographed everywhere he went, which included a few girls who got some videos and pictures with him.

“it was exhausting, more than fun. you know all those girls only care about publicity and attention, none of it was real.” he sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

“i didn’t bring up girls.” you’re quick to remind him. though its nice how he’s so quick to assure any doubts you may have. “but… yeah. i figured as much.”

“you know nothing happened between me and anyone you saw, right?” he asks in a tone that makes it sound like it should be obvious- but its not. katsuki could have went home with someone else, done illicit drugs, drank and had unprotected sex, and it wouldn’t be any of your business.

“it… wouldn’t matter anymore if you did. we broke up before you left, remember?” you say.

theres nothing with katsuki’s memory. he thinks about that break up every damn night.

“um.. least you had kirishima with you.” you quip, just trying to lighten the mood. you get a genuine smile out of the blonde.

“yeah. shitty hair was annoying, as usual.” he chuckles fondly. only best friends can refer to each other like that.

shitty hair was also the guy that kept katsuki from doing something, or rather someone, he might regret. he knows his best friend and he knows where his feelings lie.

katsuki was midas. everything he touched turned to gold. and people adored him for it, revelling in the fame and fortune. but with that superpower comes consequences. not everything should b shiny and gold. sure, his midas touch on the chevy door looked beautiful, but you two could never actually drive it. your relationship shimmered and glistened, but it never went anywhere.

but for a moment, things were good. you’d laugh and smile with your group of friends- though after the breakup you believed you’d never say that word again. now, those friends have the nerve to deck the halls that katsuki once loved you in.

he never was ready, so you watched him go. neither of you just didn’t know the answer, even after begging him to stay on your knees.

you would have made such a lovely bride. what a shamed he’s fucked in the head. even though to him you were the real thing.

he still has your picture in his wallet. he wants to your hold hand dancing, and never leave you like he did ever again.

“…what happened to us, anyway?” he dares to ask, his whisper speaking volumes in the silence. he knows the answer. he knows why he did what he did. but you suppose he wants to know what you think.

“one moment you love me, and your promising to fix my heater… next thing i know, you’ve gotta think things through. and then you’re on a plane to los angeles.”

he flinches at that. kind of a dick move on his part, not explaining things and immediately fleeing the country afterwards. to be fair, it was a pr trip he had planned months before, but if that wasn’t the case he’d still book a spontaneous trip to alberta or somewhere, like the coward he is.

he feels the most guilt when you bring up the heater he said he’d fix. it wasn’t the only thing he promised you. he swore you’d always be loved, that you’d never be alone, and yet he couldn’t even give you a god damn warm apartment for the winter.

“i did love you.” he attempts to correct you, though you focus only on one word.

“did?” you ask, hesitantly.

he pauses again, realizing his slip up.

“…i do love you.”

you shake your head silently, eyes welling up with tears. one falls into your cup of tea. “don’t… don’t say that just to make me feel better, kats.”

but he’s not. he’s saying it because he means it. he’s saying it because he’s kept his mothers ring in his pocket, preparing for the moment he’ll make it your ring.

at this point, he can tell the cold is getting to you. your shaking slightly, your loose sweater respectfully doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. a broken heater neglected by a shitty ex-boyfriend is enough cold.

“you’re cold?” he asks. “no, i’m warm.” you answer sarcastically. its his fault for asking.

he debates on it for a moment. normally, he wouldn’t think twice before pulling you into his embrace. but now, he worries. he wonders if thats even what you want. his quirk keeps him warm enough, but you don’t have that. seeing your reaction to the bitter winter air pushes him to a decision.

“c’mere.”

maybe its the cold, the ache in your heart missing him, or some combination of both, but you don’t think twice before shuffling over to him on the couch as he wraps his arms around you. your head lays against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

god, he missed this. even the warmth of LA didn’t compare to holding you on a chilled night.

“you’re the worst.” you whisper, obviously still angry and heartbroken, yet still in his embrace. “i love you.”

those words feel like a confession. he takes it, both the proclamation of his faults and the admission that you still love him. both are true.

“i love you too, dumbass.” he says. “and i’m not just saying that.”

you perk your head up slightly, finally asking the million-dollar question: “..then why’d you break things off?”

he looks at you. he knows exactly why. but he’s not sure if he can break it to you yet. ultimately, he decides you deserve the truth.

with a sigh, he finally speaks. “i… i don’t know. i thought it would be better for you. i thought you’d be happier without me dragging you down, babe.”

you look into his red eyes and determine that he is, in fact, telling the truth- despite how fabricated it sounds. katsuki bakugou, the incredible #1 hero who was the best of the best, thought he wasn’t good enough?

yeah, thats exactly the case. because even through his heroic outside, katsuki wondered if you deserved more. or better.

he sees the confusion in your eyes and decided to explain his thoughts further. “i thought you’d be better off without me, with someone else. i thought you’d find someone better than me who didn’t have such a shitty personality, someone who you’d be better with.”

you shake your head, making sure he hears you. “i know you’ve been doubting yourself since you became #1… wondering if you’re good enough or not, but… i thought you’d at least know you’re good enough for me.”

its crazy to him how easy it was for his fears to die down if he had just talked to you in the first place. he’s learned his lesson.

so he nods, pressing a kiss and an “i’m sorry” to your forehead. you continue talking to him.

“you’re shitty, and you’re kind of an asshole.” you chuckle. “you’re also really sweet when it counts. you remember things about me. you fix things, i guess except for my heater… you’re good to me. you try. you try harder with me than with anything else in your life.”

he couldn’t help but smile a little at the truth in your words. even counting his time in UA, his relentless training to become a hero, katsuki tried the hardest to become better for you. “yeah. you make me wanna change.”

he presses his forehead to yours, just relishing in the newfound warmth. he’s happy, content.

“lets call it even.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his. “i didn’t think i was good enough for you either.”

he almost scoffs at that. “you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that.”

you roll your eyes. “so are you.”

tags! 🫧

@dragonscribble @rayleeya @brisklofitea @saceaseeds

[harumichan12]

Finally finished colored the lasted Hori sketch of Bakugo 💛✨️

Cleaned by @_sneez__ on twitter

[msriri030]

Sick Days: ploy!kiribaku x you

Waking up, you felt a heavy pressure on your forehead and a runny nose. Oh no, you were sick. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you slowly rose from the shared bed with your alphas, Kirishima and Bakugou. A faint smile crept across your face as you felt Kirishima nuzzle into your waist, while Bakugou mumbled, “Five more minutes…”

You chuckled, but your amusement was interrupted by the soft creak of the door. Your youngest pup, Himari, stood there, her ruby-red eyes wide with curiosity. You smiled warmly and opened your arms, inviting her onto the bed. As you nuzzled the top of her head, she purred softly, “Why are you warm, Mommy?”

“I’m just a little sick, baby,” you replied gently.

“Sick!” Himari gasped, her tiny hands covering her mouth in shock. You shushed her softly, “Shh, baby, your dads are still sleeping—”

“Not anymore. Who’s sick?” Bakugou scoffed, sitting up with a grumble. He planted a quick kiss on your cheek and then pulled Himari into his arms, nuzzling her chubby cheeks. Himari looked up at him and proudly declared, “Mommy, she’s sick!”

Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, his hand brushing your forehead before resting his own against yours. His voice was laced with concern as he said to Himari, “That’s right, mommy’s sick. You know what that means, princess?”

Himari’s face lit up with excitement. “Mommy gets pampered today!”

“That’s right,” Bakugou smiled softly, his thumb gently brushing through her black, spiky hair. Kirishima, still half-asleep, groaned from his side of the bed, “What’s all the noise about?”

You chuckled quietly at the playful banter between them, despite the dull ache building in your head. “It’s okay, baby. I’m not that sick,” you reassured Kirishima, who now sat up, stretching with a yawn.

“You’d better let us take care of you today,” Kirishima said, his voice still thick with sleep but filled with that familiar warmth that always made your heart flutter. He reached over and gently kissed your forehead. “You always take care of everyone else, now it’s our turn.”

Bakugou gave a firm nod, his usual gruffness tempered by the rare tenderness on his face. “Yeah, no arguing. You’re staying in bed today. We’ll handle everything.”

You smiled up at both of them, feeling an overwhelming rush of gratitude for how they always cared for you, even in the busiest of times. Despite your protests, you could see the determination in their eyes.

Himari, who had been sitting in Bakugou’s lap, chirped excitedly, “I’ll make soup for Mommy!” She held up her small hands as though ready to take on the task herself. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, alright,” you said, still smiling despite the growing headache. “You can help, baby.”

Bakugou let out a small, affectionate snort. “She’s got the right idea.” He then turned to Kirishima with a smirk. “We’ll get the soup going, and you can make sure she’s comfortable. That means no moving around, got it?”

Kirishima stretched again, still groggy but nodding obediently. “Got it, boss. I’ll spoil her rotten.” He gave you a soft, almost apologetic smile. “You just rest, babe.”

With your two alphas and your adorable pup all making it clear they weren’t going to let you lift a finger today, you finally allowed yourself to relax, sinking into the warmth of Kirishima's chest. Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad after all. You watched some of your show while hearing Himari and Bakugou laughing in the kitchen.

“Mom? What is going on?” Daichi’s voice was filled with concern as he stretched, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. His eyes flickered between you and his dads, who were bustling around the room, preparing to pamper you.

You gave him a tired but affectionate smile, your voice soft. “I’m just a little under the weather, sweetie. But don’t worry, your dads are taking good care of me today.”

Daichi raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Bakugou and Kirishima, who were already working together in their usual, synchronized chaos. Bakugou was rummaging through the kitchen, while Kirishima was fluffing pillows on the bed with a determined look on his face.

“You’re really letting them take care of you today?” Daichi asked, half-amused, half-concerned. “I thought you were the one who always took care of everything.”

You chuckled, despite the stuffy nose. “Well, it’s their turn today.”

Daichi shook his head with a smile, clearly fond of the way things worked in your family. “Alright, but if you need anything, I’m here too.”

“Thanks, Daichi,” you said warmly. “But your dads have got this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but his smile softened as he looked at you. “Just rest, Mom. You deserve it.”

As he moved to the door, Bakugou tossed a playful glare in his direction, “Oi! Make sure you’re not adding to the noise, kid. We’ve got this covered.”

Daichi just laughed, his usual teasing tone taking over. “I’ll keep it down, Bakugou. You guys are acting like it’s a full-on mission or something.,old man”

You could hear the lighthearted banter as Daichi left the room, and you felt a sense of warmth in your chest. Despite being sick, your family’s care and love were always there to remind you that, no matter what, you weren’t alone.

[kitkat13001]

⋆⑅˚₊ 🧸ྀི 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚢

>> katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

>> she/her pronouns, mentions of alcohol, reader is wine drunk and bakugou takes care of her, reader can’t handle spice, established relationship, this is completely self-indulgent

katsuki hears the thuds of footsteps in the hall and the muffled giggles and shushes and clanking of (probably now empty) bottles. he closes his book, accepting to himself that he will not be sleeping tonight.  

he could be mad, and he’s a little irritated, but it’s not the first time and it is most definitely far from the last. 

he opens the door just as mina raises an arm but doesn’t get the chance to knock. she gasps, hiccuping a little. she turns to you, ochako, and tsu behind her. 

“guys, i think he read my mind.”

“thanks for bringing her back,” katsuki huffs, beckoning you inside. you giggle, staying planted behind tsu. 

“are you gonna be mad?” you ask with big eyes. then you giggle again. “mina brought wine.”

katsuki rolls his eyes. “i can see that.” his eyes trace over the group again, taking a headcount. his brows furrow into a scowl. 

“where the fuck is hagakure?”

“toru got stuck on the roof, ribbit!”

katsuki groans loudly. it was always something. last time, you weren’t found until morning, napping in a closet. 

he takes you by the arm, gently but firmly leading you inside. 

“make sure somebody sends tail man after her, ‘kay? and i swear to god, ashido, do not come back here in the morning for a hangover breakfast,” katsuki scowls. mina grins and gives a salute. “aye, aye captain!”

“say goodnight, princess,” katsuki sighs, holding you around the shoulder to keep you from falling. 

eyes nearly closed, you murmur a dutiful, “goodnight, princess.”

the girls giggle before stumbling down the hall to drop off the next one. 

once they’re gone, katsuki rounds on you. 

“you are in so much fucking trouble right now.”

you whine. “noooo, don’t be mad, ‘suki, you said you wouldn’t be mad.”

you cling to him like a child, hardly able to stand on your own. you claw at his arms and look up at him with big pleading eyes.  

“don’t be mad? say you’re not mad, kacchan. please?”

he sighs, unable to deny you. “‘m not mad,” he huffs, looking away from your large eyes. 

“okay,” you mumble, nuzzling your head into his chest. 

your head snaps up suddenly. “‘m hungry, kacchan,” you slur, tapping insistently on his chest. 

katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. “your stomach is full of liquor, how the fuck are you hungry?”

“will you make me ramen?” you ask, batting your long lashes. even drunk, you know how to play him. katsuki agrees with pink cheeks. 

“fine. but just so you don’t eat all the damn cookie dough again.”

you giggle at the memory. 

“that was not an invitation,” he warns, leading you by the hand over to the kitchen. he sits you down on the counter to be able to keep an eye on you. god knows what trouble you’d get into on your own. 

katsuki doesn’t take long to set the noodles to boil, leaning against the counter while he waits. 

he turns his head slightly only to be met with the sight of your eyes, which are currently glassy with tears. 

“kacchan?”

“what?” 

“w-would you s-still love me…if i was *hic* if i was a worm?”

you blink and your eyes are giant and teary. 

katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself to stay calm. while your absolutely helplessness was irritating, it was also a little endearing. he thought it was cute the way you got all fuzzy-brained. 

“yes, baby, i would still love you if you were a worm,” he answers patiently, scooping the noodles into a bowl and adding the seasoning. 

“i want it reaaally spicy,” you announce, leaning forward on the counter so far katsuki is afraid you’ll fall off. 

he hums in acknowledgment, but he’s not really listening. he knows you hate spicy food, weak little thing with no tolerance. 

so he holds up the spices and pretends to shake it in. 

you prattle on about how hungry you are, clapping in delight as he sets the food down in front of you.

he watches you devour the noodles, permitting himself a small smile at how cute you look when you’re stuffing your face. he's definitely gonna bring this up when you’re sober.

when you’re all done, happy as a clam, katsuki leads you by the hand to the bedroom. he listens with the ghost of a smile as you tell him about your day with a soft voice and trailing-off sentences while he gets you ready for bed.

you sit obediently as he brushes through your hair and cleans off your makeup, applying your skincare with gentle hands. your eyes are wide with adoration as you look at him, at his concentrated expression and the way his tongue is poking out the corner of his mouth as he finishes rubbing in your moisturizer.

he looks quite proud of himself by the end of it, satisfied little smile resting on his face as he watches you crawl into bed with a fresh, bare face and warm pajamas and a yawn.

maybe he’ll go easy on you tomorrow, just because of how cute you are when you’re dependent on him like this. he likes being needed by you.

“come cuddle w’me, kacchan,” you whine, holding your arms out for him as you burrow beneath the covers.

he huffs a little, but he’s quick to crawl in beside you. you feel safe and secure once he wraps you up in his arms, his voice in your ear after he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“g’night, baby. sweet dreams.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

i wrote this a while ago but i never finished it, so idk if it reads kinda choppy at the end? not sure how to feel about it. i like the sentiment tho <3 hope you guys like it!

[neitaisho]

Esora

[wowa-bublord]

WE'RE NOT MAKING IT OUT OF 2019 W THIS ONE BOYS

[awkwardbakugou]

so gorgeous so beautiful

[tmrajax]

caught.. on fire?

texting the mha boys that your place is on fire

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader , crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, eijirou, izuku, hawks, shoto, dabi

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Feel like Bakugou is the kinda guy to HATE ppl who celebrate Christmas as soon as November hits. Like, he doesn’t give a shit about celebrating holidays in general usually, but Halloween ends and not even a week later, Santa’s in every yard. And it pisses him off so much it’s funny. Once last year, you were humming jingle bell rock about a week into November, and he absolutely blew up. Literally.

So this year, you had a revenge plan.

You had went ahead and bought Christmas lingerie as soon as it was out, which had arrived pretty fast. You had managed to grab and hide it from your boyfriend before he saw it—plenty of places to hide things in a penthouse after all.

But towards the end of the second week of November, you changed into it and walked out casually into the penthouse living room. Katsuki was sitting there on his phone, grumbling and looking over the news before you cleared your throat.

He looked up, brows furrowed from glaring at the news, but it quickly snapped into surprise. You stood there and smirked as he just looked you allllll over, before standing up and reaching a hand out. He just pulled you closer, burying his face into the back of your neck as he mumbled against your skin.

“The fuck you think you’re doin’? You know I hate early Christmas stuff.” He growled against your skin, trailing quick but light kisses up the soft back of your neck, occasionally pressing his lips harder into you.

“Yeah, but you love my body.” You said with a smirk, tilting your neck forwards slightly. He quickly shifted to using teeth, just little nips here and there. He hummed against you as he went to pull your festive outfit off, but you stop him.

He gives you a confused look, but before he even gets the chance to ask, you say the same thing to him that he always says to you. Even if you mean it in a much more different way than him.

“Ah ah. It’s still November, isn’t it?”

[gillotto]

BKDK Hunger Games AU (3)

(sorry about this one)

[trueshellz]

Primal play with Katsuki.

Something that started off so innocent, really.

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

You: Come find me, handsome.

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

Boom Boom Boi: You better hide, princess.

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

Then silence.

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

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

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

"Gotcha."

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

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

[sacha-bug]

Spicy Chai

Katsuki Bakugou × GN! Reader SFW | 1.6k | Part 1/1

After interrupting Katsuki's studying, you owe him big time! To settle his aggravated nerves, a trip to a local cafe is a must. The two of you settle in with your study material in a cozy-comfy corner booth, and between the haze of a warm drink and sharing something sweet, you may just be more of a distraction than Katsuki could have ever expected.

"Could you fuckin'-- ugh, cut that out!"

Katsuki's scolding voice reaches sharply over the table, his eyes sharp and feline boring right into yours. Freezing, your fingernails threaten oh-so-closely, to continue tapping rhythmically, just as you had been doing... Ever since he'd started blatanly ignoring you. He never seemed to mind, when you'd come sit in the dorm lobby while he worked-- at least, when it was a mutually quiet endeavor. You'd seemed to understand the way of things quite well-- if Katsuki was writing, reading, or both... shut your yap.

With time, though, he'd gotten soft. He'd let you slip, let you chatter on for far too long. Suddenly, his study sessions took a whole lot longer-- all just to sit and listen to you.

"Katsuki, you never answered my question! How was your day?"

A groan. His eyes rolled, and fell back to his notes, scribbling something down before he could forget his line of thought.

"I don't care about your damn question, I'm trying to finish this."

You huffed, arms crossing over the table. Katsuki didn't even seem to bat an eye, resuming scrolling through pages of information as though you weren't even there. Your eyes narrowed, face beginning to form a terribly pouty expression while you melted down into your arms.

"You hate me, Katsu. You just hate me." There was something instantaneous about the way his eyes shot up from his paper, at the word hate. His features had softened, looking sort of cluelessly back at you-- a deer in headlights. You watched him almost speak, before his brows furrowed, and he closed his mouth.

"... You're being dramatic," Katsuki accused in a pointed tone, though the book he was reading closed all the same. When you smiled, his eyes darted away, as though he couldn't even stand to see you win him over. Tugging a sticky note off the block, he pressed the bright orange paper onto his notebook page-- and scrawled a few more things down on it. A quiet sigh slumped his shoulders, before he spoke again, "... Today was good. By the way."

Notebook now closed, Katsuki stood, and stretched his arms high above his head. Sitting on the couch, instead of where he'd been on the floor, Katsuki leaned back into the arm to finally relax. He'd hardly had to give you so much as a sidelong glance before you'd come over to sit right beside him, humming in light of your victory.

"I've seriously gotta get that done by tomorrow, y'know... You're a real pain in my ass." Katsuki's insult didn't feel all that abrasive, though. You'd seen him when he was really bothered by something-- and this absolutely wasn't it.

"Oh! Oh! Idea! Are you busy tomorrow? After class?" Your voice had come before you'd really had time to think it through, feeling just a little bashful after, when Bakugou had eyed you questionably-- "Uh, finishing this. Probably. So no, I don't want to hang out with you."

Face falling into a displeased expression, you let out a playful whine. "Katsuki! Dummy, I want to hang out to study. Like, for real!"

"... No the fuck you don't, you never study." Katsuki eyed you incredulously, as though you couldn't possibly be telling the truth. But when you sat up, he seemed to smile— even if it was just a tiny one.

"I do this time! There's that test... Soon!"

"It's this Friday."

"Yes! This Friday! So... Come study with me! My treat!"

Katsuki's brows had knit together, not seeming to believe in you for a damn second. But when you batted your eyelashes for a quick 'pleasepleaseplease,' he grumbled and stood up.

"Fine. Tomorrow. After class." And that was that— Katsuki swept up his belongings... and skulked off to his room.

And so, the very next day, you were hot on Katsuki's heels on the way out of class. "Katsuki! Wait up!" You'd called, and were distinctly sure you'd seen his shoulders stiffen. When you'd caught up to his side, a snarky little grin had crossed his expression. Oh, of course he'd been laughing at you! What a jerk!

"Are you ready? To go study?" Your query distinctly ignored his taunting laughter— you knew him well by now, it was simply in his nature to tease. His eyes caught yours as the two of you walked along, giving a half-nod. "Where are you taking me, anyways? Better not be somewhere loud..."

"Katsuki, when have I ever steered you wrong? Just trust me!"

And with that half-believable statement in mind, you took the lead-- chatting endlessly just about the whole way. Katsuki didn't seem to mind, though-- and you couldn't help but notice that the walk to your favorite little cafe was taking longer than usual. When you finally pulled open the door, a little jingle could be heard above, and you smiled at the warm, cozy scent of freshly ground coffee and croissants.

"Here we are," you hummed intently, quieter than usual. And, just like always, your favorite little corner booth was open. "Oh, awesome! Come over here, I love sitting here!" Katsuki had been silently taking in the place-- first, eyeing for all exits... and then, admiring the pretty paintings on the walls, all local. Some vaguely-familiar indie pop played softly over the stereo speakers, but he still heard you before anything else. You swore there was something more behind those red eyes-- something thoughtful, and something unsure. But you let it be, as he set down his bag, and dug around in it for a moment-- tossing out a few study materials before groaning and rolling his eyes.

"... Did you bring a calculator?" He'd asked, leading you to give a vague, sideways shrug.

"Probably? I don't know, I can look..." Soon enough, you were digging through your own bag-- and really, you weren't sure you did! The upcoming test was a History exam, you didn't have a lot of plans to work on mathematics that day. "Sorry, Katsuki... I don't think I do! Couldn't you just use the one on your phone?"

No response.

"Katsu?"

Only then did your gaze leave your bag-- Katsuki seldom ignored you for no reason. Except... Where'd he go? Brows knitting together to spell out the confusion right on your face, you turned on your heels, looking around the entire cafe for your study buddy. After making an embarrassing amount of eye contact with other cafegoers, you smiled at the sight of him-- leaned a little over the cashier counter, trying to navigate the cafe menu with the barista.

You weren't sure what he was ordering, unable to hear him across the cafe until the barista had asked him for a size, and he scrunched up his nose, voice raising just a little.

"I don't know-- the big one? Yeah. That one. Sure..." And after a minute or two, he'd come right back over to your table-- two cups and a little patisserie box in his hands.

"Hey! I said it was my treat, running off like that is so unfair!" You complained, watching curiously as Katsuki set a warm cup on his side of the table. The outside of the cup read 'spicy chai,' and you couldn't help but hum at the idea. Warm, and comforting, and full of spicy cinnamon and cardamom... A terribly fitting drink for Katsuki Bakugou.

"... Whatever. This is the drink you like, right?" Held out to you was one of this cafe's signature drinks, one you found yourself coming back for time and time again. When you'd reached forward to grab it, you nodded, a familiar fuzzy feeling filling your fingertips.

"How'd you know?" Katsuki came to sit beside you, setting a little box with two slices of angel cake on the table.

"Saw it on your instagram, I don't know. Thought it made sense."

... Katsuki actually looked through your instagram?

Whenever social media was brought up, Katsuki's general consensus was that it was stupid, and that if he needed to contact anyone, he'd just text them-- duh. You'd never seen Katsuki like any of your stuff-- and admittedly, you thought he forgot instagram existed. Oh, god, had he seen all of your silly posts? Even the ones with him in them? The idea made your face feel hot.

"... Thank you, Katsuki."

He'd grumbled some nonsense in return, seeming just a little pink as he'd gone back to looking through his bag for what he needed. For once, you shut your mouth-- getting out your own book and notebook to start reading and taking notes for a study guide. A few sips later, you were settled in, humming softly to the song playing as you read to yourself.

It had hardly been five minutes before you'd started to notice. Katsuki kept... Getting distracted. While he was usually a terribly focused person, today, you'd see the stops in his notes out of the corner of your eye-- and as your suspicions grew, you'd started to peek.

Katsuki was staring.

Trying to be subtle, Katsuki was watching you from the corner of his eye-- instantly returning his gaze to his book the moment you found him. Hardly seconds later, though, he'd glance over again. You giggled into your palm, eyes rolling away at the sight of him.

"What?" He snipped, and you laughed harder, leaning over against his shoulder as you did.

"You're funny, Katsuki," you explained, leaving him perplexed and angry-browed as you took your drink for another sip. With that, you went back to your book-- and his lips parted, as though unsure how to say what he wanted.

A few more minutes went by, of him pretending to study, and you pretending not to know that he was pretending. Soon enough, though, he gave up on the act, nudging his elbow into your side until you finally looked up at him.

"Hey... Can we take a study break?"

... It seemed neither of you would be studying for that test.

Author's Notes: Started 12/2/2024, finished 12/3/2024. For the first finished piece I've written in a while, I feel pretty good about it! However, I pretty frequently find myself feeling that the climaxes and endings of my oneshots feel... Rushed. I share that sentiment about this piece, and will possibly return to redraft it in the future!

[msriri030]

Dragon! Kiribaku x dragon! you

From the cabin’s window, you nervously watched your young flightling, Daichi, sparring in the sky with Kirishima. The two moved fluidly, trading blows and practicing close combat for tomorrow’s Companion trial. Your grip tightened slightly on your sleeping three-year-old, who napped peacefully in your arms, blissfully unaware of your growing anxiety. A soft whimper escaped your lips, catching Bakugou’s attention as he stirred the stew simmering over the fire. His pointed ears twitched, and he glanced over at you.

His sharp gaze softened as he took in the sight of you—your tail swaying anxiously, your ears drooping slightly, betraying your worry.

“He’ll be okay, Treasure,” Bakugou said, his voice low and steady, meant to soothe. “Red knows how to hold back. He wouldn’t hurt him.”

You sighed, your ears flattening. “I know... it’s just—he’s still my baby. I can’t help it.”

Bakugou let out a quiet sigh of his own. Turning down the flame under the stew, he walked over to you. His warm hands encircled you as he pulled you into a firm yet gentle embrace. He kissed you tenderly, his lips lingering against yours in silent comfort. When you pulled apart, his tails instinctively wrapped around yours, the familiar gesture easing your nerves. Resting his forehead against yours, he murmured,

“Tomorrow will be his first time fighting to prove he’s a young flightling. I get it—it’s hard. I want to protect him, too. But he’s growing, and there’s nothing we can do to stop that. All we can do is support him, Treasure. As much as we can.”

You nodded, his words sinking into your heart. A small smile crept onto your lips, only for your hatchling to stir between you, squirming slightly as if objecting to being sandwiched between her parents. You giggled softly, carefully adjusting her in your arms just as the door creaked open.

Daichi and Kirishima stepped inside, both covered in dirt and sweat from their training session. Kirishima’s crimson eyes sparkled as he caught sight of you and Bakugou in each other’s arms. His wide grin and soft purring filled the room.

“Well, well,” Kirishima teased, “isn’t this a lovely sight? Should I join the cuddle party?”

Daichi groaned, rolling his eyes in exaggerated annoyance. But before Kirishima could step any closer, your sleepy hatchling stirred, wrinkling her nose and mumbling in a groggy voice, “Stinky...”

Bakugou burst out laughing, his deep, rich chuckles filling the cabin as Kirishima froze, a look of mock devastation crossing his face. Your hatchling, still half-asleep, buried her face into your chest as if to block out Kirishima entirely.

“Oh, you heard her, Red,” Bakugou said, still laughing as he released you and pointed toward the other man. “Princess says you stink. Go take a bath, Stinky Hair.”

Kirishima, recovering quickly, grinned mischievously and stepped closer, wrapping his strong arms around you. He nuzzled into your neck, his purring intensifying. “Only if Treasure joins me,” he said cheekily, his breath warm against your skin.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Not a chance,” you replied, carefully balancing your hatchling as Kirishima clung to you.

Daichi, meanwhile, wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust, waving a hand at the two of you. “Then I’ll just take my bath separately, thanks.” He edged closer to the pot of stew, licking his lips as the rich aroma filled the room.

“Oi! Get away from the food, brat!” Bakugou barked, instantly stepping between Daichi and the pot. “You’ll eat when it’s ready, not a second before!”

Daichi pouted, his wings drooping slightly. “But I’m starving!”

“Stop acting like a hatchling,” Bakugou growled, though a smirk tugged at his lips.

Kirishima chuckled, pulling away from you just enough to ruffle Daichi’s hair. “Better listen to him, kid. Or you might not get any at all.”

As the cabin filled with laughter, the earlier tension melted away. Moments like these—surrounded by warmth and family—reminded you how lucky you were to have them all, stinky or not.

---

When morning arrived, Bakugou and Daichi were up early, preparing to head to the tournament.

“We’re off to the arena—don’t want to be late because of this old man,” Daichi teased with a playful smirk. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Himari’s forehead before pulling you and Kirishima into a quick hug. Then, with a wave, he headed out.

“OI—” Bakugou started to snap but stopped himself, exhaling sharply to calm down. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening. He kissed you, then Kirishima, his voice firm yet warm. “I’ll keep an eye on him. You two just get there a few minutes before it starts, okay?”

Finally, his gaze shifted to his hatchling. He cradled her gently, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. “Take care of them, baby girl,” he murmured with a small smile.

With that, Bakugou took off, wings spreading wide as he soared into the sky to catch up with Daichi.

Kirishima chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Guess we should get ready, huh?”

You nodded with a soft smile, your heart full.

After a few hours, the arena buzzed with energy, the excitement of the upcoming tournament palpable in the air. The stands were packed with spectators, all eager to see the flightlings compete in their trials to prove themselves.

You arrived with Kirishima, Himari bundled securely in your arms, her bright eyes wide as she took in the bustling scene. Kirishima’s hand rested gently on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd toward your reserved seats.

“Looks like we got here just in time,” he said with a grin, his sharp teeth glinting as he glanced at the arena. His tail swayed with anticipation, matching the nervous excitement you felt bubbling in your chest.

As you settled into your seats, your eyes scanned the arena, searching for Bakugou and Daichi. You spotted them on the far side of the field. Bakugou stood tall, his commanding presence impossible to miss even in the crowded space. Daichi stood beside him, his posture confident but with a hint of tension in his wings as they flexed and shifted nervously.

“There they are,” you murmured, pointing them out to Kirishima, who leaned in to get a better look.

“They’ve got this,” Kirishima said reassuringly, squeezing your shoulder. “Daichi’s been training hard, and with Bakugou watching his back, nothing’s gonna go wrong.”

You nodded, trying to hold onto his confidence. Still, your heart clenched as you watched your son step forward, his name being announced over the roaring crowd. Himari clapped her little hands excitedly, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Daichi turned to look at the stands, his eyes finding you and Kirishima. He gave a small wave, his lips twitching into a faint smile as if to reassure you. You waved back, smiling despite the tightness in your chest.

Beside you, Kirishima nudged your side. “See? He’s got this, Treasure. Let’s just cheer him on and watch him shine.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “You’re right. He’ll be amazing.”

The first round began, and you watched intently as Daichi took to the sky, his movements sharp and precise. Each strike, dodge, and counter he executed reflected the countless hours of training he had endured. Bakugou, stationed nearby, shouted commands and encouragement, his voice cutting through the crowd's cheers.

“He’s doing great,” Kirishima said, his tone brimming with pride.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your son, a mixture of pride and worry swirling within you. This was his moment—a chance to prove himself. And as the round progressed, you saw it clearly: Daichi wasn’t just holding his own. He was thriving.

“Go, Daichi!” you called out, your voice joining the cheers echoing through the arena.

Himari squealed happily, clapping her hands. “Daichi win!” she cheered, her tiny voice making both you and Kirishima laugh.

Kirishima leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “Told you he’d make you proud.”

And as you watched Daichi deliver a decisive blow to his opponent, earning a roar of approval from the crowd, you knew Kirishima was right. This was only the beginning of your son’s journey, but at this moment, he was already soaring.