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with-my-calamitous-love · 27 days ago

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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.”

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kitkat13001 · 1 month ago

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⋆⑅˚₊ 🧸ྀི 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!

#bakugou mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x female reader #kitty.writes!

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neitaisho · 7 months ago

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Esora

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awkwardbakugou · 3 months ago

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so gorgeous so beautiful

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gillotto · 2 months ago

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BKDK Hunger Games AU (3)

(sorry about this one)

#BNHA #MHA #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hunger games AU #Katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou MHA #Katsuki MHA #heroes rising #MHA heroes rising #mahoro shimano #bakudeku #bkdk #Izuku’s somewhere bleeding out from his leg but it’s still bkdk #tw blood #tw child death

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harumichan12 · 2 months ago

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Finally finished colored the lasted Hori sketch of Bakugo 💛✨️

Cleaned by @_sneez__ on twitter

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years ago

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Thinking about big, strong intimidating pro-hero Dynamight who has to psych himself up to give you, (the girl he’s only been crushing on for a year now) a gift for Christmas.

He’s finally resigned himself to just dropping it on your desk and running when he literally runs into you on the way to your office, nearly knocking you off your feet as you bounce off his chest.

He’s quick to mutter out an apology, gripping your hips as he ensures you’re not hurt, heart tripping and face beet red as you laugh and wave off his concern.

It only makes things worse that you notice the brightly wrapped little box clutched in his hand, the paper slightly crumpled from where he rushed to catch you.

He follows your gaze as he lets you go, already missing the feeling of you in his hands and pulls it close to his chest, suddenly worried if you’ll even like it.

For a split second, he seriously considers using his quirk to blow it up and pretend like he has no clue what you mean.

Instead, he thrusts it into your hands, ignoring your look of surprise as he mutters out a Merry Christmas and hurries away, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The whole rest of the day, he’s kicking himself, convinced you think he’s an idiot now, that you hated it.

It’s not until later that night, when he gets a text with your name on it and an attached picture, that those fears are eased.

He basically leaps for his phone, cursing impatiently as he waits for the image to load. He sucks in a breath when it does, the sight of your hero costume pulled away from your body just enough to display the pretty orange jewel and dainty chain nestled in the hollow of your throat doing more to him than he’d ever imagined. The picture is angled high so he can see your smiling face, and he finds himself smiling back as he saves it.

His fingers are hovering over the keyboard when you start to type again, a new message popping up soon after.

Thanks for the gift, Dynamight, I think orange is starting to become my favorite color 🧡

#the only reason he doesn’t blow up the gift is the last time he did that with annoying paperwork it caught fire #and set off all the fire alarms in the entire building #mha #cowboy anon writes #t writes #thecowboyanon writes #bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou mha #Bakugou Katsuki #Katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #bakugou x you #he’s such a simp

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trueshellz · 2 years ago

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Primal play with Katsuki.

Something that started off so innocent, really.

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

You: Come find me, handsome.

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

Boom Boom Boi: You better hide, princess.

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

Then silence.

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

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

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

"Gotcha."

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

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

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