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bokunoheros · 3 months ago

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ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER DAY 9 - virginity loss : izuku midoriya

warnings : virginity loss (izuku), afab reader, mentions of body counts, non-relationship hookup (but deku has a thing for reader), reader calls izuku “izu”, oral sex (izuku receiving), reader has decent sized boobs, cliffhanger kind of

word count : 840

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it wasn't really surprising that izuku was a virgin, hell i’m sure anyone could’ve guessed that much. the conversation took a weird turn when discussing izuku’s fated rival; katsuki bakugo. izuku explained that katsuki is a well known bragger who loves to flaunt his body count, he constantly expresses how izuku will never catch up to him and how because the boy has no experience no girl will ever want to sleep with him.

“well… do you wanna have sex with me?”

the question stuns izuku, turning him bright red and causing him to panic, he asks if you’re sure and mumbles about how there’s no way someone like you would ever wanna sleep with someone like him! he continues to go on a ramble about how you’re just so cool and pretty and your quirk is amazing and, and, and–

you stop and put your hands on izuku’s shoulders, he freezes and stares with a blank expression.

“we can have sex izuku, i don’t mind teaching you.”

izuku feels a mix of many emotions; pride, worry, confusion, just to name a few. slowly you drag izuku by the hand into your bed, gently laying him down and getting on top of him.

“don’t worry deku, just relax.”

“o-okay! i’ll do my best!”

you almost laugh at the poor guy, as optimistic as ever. you find yourself somewhat shocked at the way midoriya feels beneath you, despite being on the shorter side he was far from a twig; you could feel his solid abs and thick thigh muscles.

“have you ever had your dick sucked izu?”

“umm… no?”

“do you want me to?”

izuku nods enthusiastically, you get off his lap and lower yourself towards his thighs. carefully you settle between them, looking up at him with eager eyes that causes him to go red all over. you gently remove his basketball shorts and are met with his bare thighs and black boxers, you unexpectedly gawk at him, surprised by his muscle and pretty good size. pulling off his boxers you find that he’s about 5.7 inches, thick and red from embarrassment.

you look up to him for approval and he sends you a thumbs up, you giggle at his dorky behaviors. you lightly grab his length and izuku’s breath catches in his throat. keeping eye contact with him you slowly lick up his side and kiss his pretty pink tip, izuku shutters at the feeling and finds himself struggling not to make noise.

“you can make noise y’know, you have a cute voice.”

midoriya can hardly think, the feeling of your warm hand and breath by his cock too much for him to handle. he simply hums at your words and tells you he’s okay, you smile at him and continue to give his cock attention.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, using your hand to massage his extended length. taking his tip into your mouth you suck lightly and izuku swears he could see stars, he wonders if kacchan feels this good when he gets head. suddenly his thoughts get interrupted when you take the whole of him into your mouth, he gasps, unable to contain himself he brings his hand to your head and tugs on your hair making you moan onto his cock. izuku is whimpering and thrashing about, so much so that it’s affecting your ability to properly suck him off.

“izu, stop moving so much.” you manage to get out with your mouth still surrounding his cock.

with his eyes closed and head back he lets out a strained “uh-huh” and bucks his hips into your mouth, you moan at his length and he can’t help himself from doing it again.

“i’m sorry-sorry it feels–sososo good”

now izuku is practically face fucking you, albeit gently, he’s thrusting into your mouth and tugging lightly on your hair. you look up and find him absolutely lost, one hand on his abs and his mouth wide open, gasping and panting for air.

“ah! feels-feels funny, is this s-supposed to happen?”

you hum around his dick and he continues to push himself onto your tongue, you move your tongue up and down on him to encourage him closer to the edge.

eventually you feel a warm and thick substance invading your mouth, letting you know he came. izuku is panting and groaning, trying to catch his breath. he immediately lets go of your hair and rambles continuous apologizes, you have to force your mouth into his in order to get him to shut up.

he melts into the kiss, slightly unsure of quite how to kiss. his hands remain at his sides, too scared to touch you, unsure of where his hands should be.

you break the kiss and grab his hands, moving them onto your waist and breasts. izuku seems hesitant but eventually squeezes the areas softly. he’s kind of surprised, your skin was so soft and warm and your boobs were so squishy and bouncy.

“do you think you can go for more?”

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catsoupki · 1 year ago

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花的名字 / flower territory (bakugou x reader)

Summary: a flower has its cycles, it buds, it flourishes, blooms, and it dies, yet you’re still a constant in his life, he’s a sunflower that doesn’t look away

Warnings: improper capitalisation i’m afraid :( very very fluffy ! inspired by this wonderful post and this AMAZING one, both written by @cashmoneyyysstuff lmk if u want this taken down! (editing rn and i feel like flower territory is not the best title but im just so EMOTIONAL over it …. attachment issues fr)

wc: 700

the way katsuki crushes on you has stayed the same, since he was four he has made sure that everyone, including you, always knew that you were his.

he offers you roughed up flowers from the sandbox, covered in dust and dirt, shoved into your hands are the bundle of wild chrysanthemums and crumbled weeds, and in exchange are the paper rings you made before going to the park, because even when you were four, you already knew bakugou in the way you knew the names of the stuffed animals in your room; a sense of pride nestles inside, somewhere between your little childishly innocent heart and your soft fluttering stomach when you see your katsuki declare proudly with a smug smirk to all his groupies that he's now a married man, and that doesn't change.

in middle school, aged 12 bakugou isn't afraid to lean over your desk and stare you down and demand your time during recess, even though his cheeks used to redden when his female classmates would tease him for being such a romantic for you, he's learnt that it's either he toughens up and take this, or he has to deal with the other boys from his class chatting you up, and seeing their little cheeks tint with pink when they're spared even an ounce of (undeserved) attention from you is much more painful than having his own apples go fuzzy from your gaze.

katsuki changes a lot in U.A. but not in this. maybe the other class 1A kids don't have enough reference to notice, but izuku sure as hell can tell that the slight glisten and shine in his childhood best friend's eyes when he looks at you have only ever grown in brightness as you mature and age. as your body takes shape and your voice deepens, his affection for you simply gets magnified from a sheer adoration for your ability to keep up with him on the monkey bars and to withstand his loudness, either that be from the epicentres of his palms or the ever growing intensity of his voice when deku gets in his way, his respect for you grows and grows and festers and festers the more you win in the sports festival, the more you train, the more muscular you get, and the more internships you are offered.

as his own brashness gets dimmed down while the months go on, deku is no longer the only one who is able to notice the soft spot he has for you. jirou and shoji can only ignore the way bakugou whispers 'that's my girl' to you during class drills so many times, ochako and mina can only turn a blind eye to the way bakugou always cooks for you during the late nights where you collapse from exhaustion before eating so many times, by the end of the second year, even shouto knew to always find bakugou when you got hurt during missions and to just leave you two to your own devices for the rest of the evening.

the smirks might have grown less and less smug throughout the years and maybe more genuine, but the childlike wonder when katsuki looks at you stays always the same, it stays constant from when you were four all the way to when you're walking down the altar, it stays the same, from stepped-on flowers to bouquets of roses, from 'that's my girl' to 'that's my wife', you've always been his, the switch from craft paper to the 24 carat diamond ring on both your fingers never changed that; his face, to deku, looks identical; whenever dynamight is on a talk show and is asked to watch a clip of you fighting, the soft creases next to his eyes have always been there, bakugou's lips just twitch upwards when it's you;

what can he say? your katsuki has always been a prodigy, he knew since he was a kid, since the second his grabby little hands and tiny rolling eyes were laid on you, he has since decided that you were the only one worthy of his greatness, no matter how shitty his temper was at age 15, he looks at you like how sunflowers look at the sun, and that will never change.

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mypimpademia · 7 months ago

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— Housewife

Bakugo x fem! Reader

Synopsis: What it’d be like to be Katsukis housewife

TW: Swearing, suggestive, mentions of having children

Note: Izuku’s version here!

⇶ Originally, you and Katsuki had never planned for you to be a housewife

⇶ He was a naturally hard worker and so were you, the thought of a life where you were at home almost all day everyday never really crossed your mind

⇶ But that was during the first few years of your relationship and marriage

⇶ Overtime, you found your job getting more and more stressful

⇶ You tried to hide your stress from Katsuki, but if anyone could read you, it was him

⇶ He always offered his support and asked how he could help take some stress off you, but there was hardly anything he could do for you

⇶ And even with the little things he could do, you knew he was busy with hero

⇶ Katsuki grew concerned as you came home from work too tired and overworked to even sit down and have a meal with him

⇶ You both knew that he was more than capable of supporting the both of you on his own

⇶ But when he proposed that you quit your job entirely and essentially become a housewife, you thought he lost it

⇶ You loved him and trusted him, yes, but you also prided yourself on your independence

⇶ The topic of you quitting your job was a weekly discussion for the two of you, but you denied his offer everytime

⇶ Soon, he gave up and decided that you would do it when you were ready

⇶ And you were ready faster than either of you had anticipated

⇶ Day by day, his proposition sounded more and more appealing

⇶ And after one too many stressful weeks, you finally made the decision to quit your job

⇶ Though, you’ll be the first to admit that it was far from planned out

⇶ It was a particularly rough day in a particularly rough week that drove you over the edge, causing you to quit your job in a stress induced outburst

⇶ Thankfully, Katsuki was more than understanding even with through sobbed out apologies you gave him when he came home to you crying on the couch

⇶ From that day forward, you and Katsuki have had an established dynamic

⇶ He goes to work, and you take care of the house and spend your day, and his money, as you please

⇶ You always make it back from your days out and shopping trips just in time to make a nice dinner for the both of you to enjoy when Katsuki arrives home

⇶ And while some may argue that the work of a housewife is worthless, Katsuki sees it as quite the opposite and often times comes home with flowers and gifts to show his appreciation

⇶ After you grew into your routine more, the conversation of kids was off the back burner and became something you and Katsuki began to consider more and more

⇶ Katsuki would take time off to be with you during your pregnancy and postpartum of course, flipping the roles to essentially become your house husband while your only job was to carry your bundle of joy

⇶ When you both talked about the idea of it, Katsuki sounded more enthusiastic about it than you did as he romanticized what it’d be like to further your domestic life in such a way

⇶ If you didn’t know him so well, you’d say it was out of character

⇶ He’d thought of names, mostly combinations of yours and his, the baby shower theme, what their nursery would look like, and even what brands you’d use for your baby

⇶ It all sounded like a dream, and Katsuki promised to make it come true one day

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beautifulsenpai · 3 months ago

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— I WILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE ME

possessive pro heroes x pro hero male reader

taglist. @kaminari1 @eeveedragonxd @xrisdoesntexist @forgetaho @clown-ace @charlie-2024

— chapter summary. trying to forget the all might incident, three u.a students were assigned to study under (name) with endeavor tagging along to “help” (name), but was he just there to only “help” or is there something more?

senpai’s note. wanna request a fic, or headcanons? look at requesting rules before requesting darling

chapter one

chapter two

hellish encounter

after that disturbing encounter with all might, (name) would constantly try to avoid all might whenever and whatever he could, but it was getting harder every day. it seemed like all might know where he was every time, and it was frustrating, finding new methods to ignore the retired hero. handling him, and his hero duties seemed a bit overwhelming. (name) wished he could talk to someone about this matter, either the other heroes or even his mother, but he doesn’t want to be a burden to his other comrades or a liar since he started this “being a hero” job a week ago, how can he be trusted when he barely joined? who were they going to trust, a beloved hero that worked for 40 years or a newbie?..

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it was the dead of night, surprised shouts and gasps interrupted the busy sidewalk as a suspicious man, wearing a black jacket with its hood over his head pushed them out of his way with a stolen purse in his hand, looking frightened, panting lousily as he continued running as if he was running away from someone. the man looked behind him, a smirk slowly began to plaster his face. (there’s no way those foolish heroes could catch up with me! how fast i am running, i wouldn’t be surprised that those heroes are still way behind—), the thief couldn’t finish his thoughts when he let out a yelp when a twining vine was wrapped around his ankle, and pulled him upwards, leaving him dangling in the air, trying to wiggle his way out of it, obviously failing.

(name) looked down below with a pleased smirk. he was following the crook at high speed while jumping from building to building. (name) walked towards the edge of the high building in a prideful manner, taking his time before jumping down. he landed on the ground with his feet with a thud without a scratch or a bruise. he dusted his arms from the filth that may have attached to him from the fall and the land. (name) waited for the others while he heard the man struggling to be released from the vines, but it wasn’t long for the others to arrive, and by “others”, he meant endeavor, and u.a students izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, and shoto todoroki.

izuku, katsuki, and shoto were assigned to study under (name) to learn a thing, or two. (name) was enthusiastic, and thrilled when he heard the news, that he would get to teach some talented u.a students about his ways, get to know them better, and even get to chat with them! he was even more delighted that he gets to work with endeavor, currently the number one hero. it was kinda strange for endeavor to volunteer to work with him since (name) had the chance to teach the three students by himself, but he quickly brushed it off since he thought endeavor wanted to be close to his son, so (name) happily let endeavor tag along.

back to the present, the four of them arrived shortly while (name) was waiting patiently, his hands behind his back, and with a closed-eye smile. the four arrived at the scene, and they didn’t seem out of breath or tired in the slightest. “pick up the pace guys! this is the third burglar i detained!”, (name) whined dramatically as he crossed his arms across his chest and turned away from the group. (name) pouted, “it seems that you’re all losing your grip, maybe you’re all too slow to join me..”, (name) stated with a sigh afterward, of course, what he was saying was a lie, he just wanted to make some jokes, and maybe play with katsuki’s head a bit.

“HAH?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I’M WAY FASTER THAN YOU, YA NEWBIE! DONT BE SO COCKY! I’LL PROVE IT TO YOU BY CATCHING SOME CRIMINAL, JUST WATCH!”, katsuki shouted at (name) with his eyes widened, and (name) swore that he saw smoke coming off his head. (name) didn’t get the chance to tell him that he was messing around before katsuki blasted himself away from the group in high-speed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him. the four of them stood there, watched how katsuki left the group. (name) chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head and sweat-dropped.

“i didn’t mean to rile him up like that..i was just messing around!”, (name) admitted as he turned towards the group. “don’t mind him, he’s always like this.”, shoto told him to make him feel at ease. “you are very quick mr. (last name)! the way you predicted where the thief was going is impressive!”, izuku gushed with a smile afterwards, his cheeks turned a bit pink from seeing splendid display. (name) eyes slightly widened, and his face turned red from such words said to him. he was not used to being praised from up close, and if he did, he would be red as a tomato, feeling over the moon.

(name’s) eyes shut tightly, he placed both of his hands onto his cheeks as he giggled flusteredly with his face still red as a tomato. “oh izuku! you’re so sweet! how could i end up being paired up with someone so delightful as you!”, (name) babbled with imaginary sparkles sparkling around him, he ruffled izuku’s hair and it made izuku cheeks turn red as well from the physical contact and the flattering praise while shoto stood aside, watching the two interacting. they had completely forgotten about endeavor, but endeavor didn’t mind, he was behind them not too far with his arms crossed against his chest while keeping a close eye on (name). he watched how his face turned red from the compliments that izuku said, and the silly gesture (name) made, he thought it was quite cute.

he knows he shouldn’t feel these romantic feelings towards (name), considering the age difference, but he couldn’t help it. the first time when he laid eyes on (name) when he was introduced into the hero lifestyle, endeavor knew that he was the most prettiest human being he encountered. it was wrong, so wrong. he was a married man with beautiful children, and the thought of loving someone more lovely than his wife just kept him up late at night, resulting in him losing sleep at times. can you blame the guy? endeavor was a bit irked about the deal that he made with the other heroes about sharing (name).

honestly, he could care less about the other heroes. all that he needed was (name), by his side, retiring as a hero to be a stay-at-home husband, was it so much to ask for? that dream cannot be fulfilled because of the others, well if they’re on board with that idea then maybe it’s not a lost cause. all they need to do is wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, but endeavor had little patience and even some of the other heroes did as well. well, i guess they had to wait, and let it all play out.

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the police later on arrived to apprehend the criminal, thanks to (name’s) quirk and speed. they returned the stolen purse to the old lady, who thanked them all. after all that they tried to find katsuki by wandering around the city that was slowly turning empty from how late it was getting. they eventually found him, and katsuki surprisingly did capture a criminal who he later bragged to (name). that bragging turned into embarrassing mumbling from (name) ruffling his hair, and telling him that he always knew that he would with a kind smile afterward. now, they all walked through empty sidewalks, checking if there was any more suspicious activity. izuku, katsuki, and shoto were walking alongside each other, chatting while endeavor and (name) were behind them from a distance so that they wouldn’t hear the pro heroes’s conversations.

it was silent between the pro heroes while it was loud from the students. (name) was too nervous to strike up a conversation, staring down at the boardwalk with flushed cheeks from walking beside his idol while endeavor side-eyed (name), staring at his perfect features, paying close attention to him. (name) then decided to break the awkward silence, but on cue, his phone started ringing. (name) was a bit confused, his face blank as he reached for his pocket for his phone as endeavor watched him. (who would be calling me at this time?), (name) thought curiously. he checked the caller ID, and when he saw who it was, (name) wished he wouldn’t have checked. (name) narrowed his eyes, bit inside of his cheek and he didn’t know that he was clenching his phone tightly. as soon as he noticed that he was gripping his phone, he quickly loosened his grip, if he continued, he would have broken his phone on the spot.

(name) sighed, he silenced his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket as he continued walking, deciding to deal with this matter later. endeavor was curious about who was the one that called (name), and even more keen on why he reacted that way. to be honest, seeing him a bit grumpy was a tad cute. “are you alright?”, endeavor asked as he stared ahead with his cheeks slightly turning red, slightly embarrassed from asking. (name) looked up at endeavor with his mouth slightly open, after a couple of seconds, his eyes shut softly with a heart-warming smile. “yes, im fine!”, (name) answered cheerfully as he stared ahead as well as if he forgot what had happened. “who called you.”, endeavor asked, but it somehow sounded as if he demanded (name) for the answer, making (name) feel a bit uneasy but shrugs it off as he thought endeavor was worried for him. “honestly, no one important!”, (name) replied truthfully as he kept up his happy attitude. endeavor did not like that answer, now he was more eager on who was trying to call you.

(name) looked up at the skies, staring at how bright the moon was, the night air was warm, the stars sparkle and shimmer the night skies. he raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. “10:06..i haven’t realized how the time went by so quickly”, (name) realized that they’ve been out for so long that the students have missed dinner. (name) frowned at the thought as he thought of what he should do, he wanted to continue to stick around with the u.a students since they were amazing to hang with, izuku was such a kind and courageous kid, and shoto was a cold person but also a calm, composed and well-mannered boy while katsuki is not particularly kind and fiery but he’s also a hard-working and ambitious person. he gnawed the inside of his cheek, thinking of some idea. an imaginary lightbulb lit, and popped up on top of (name’s) head as he smiled from ear to ear as he thought of a brilliant plan.

it took endeavor by surprise when he saw (name) jog up to the boys and wrap his arms around the student's necks to bring them all close together, like a hug that katsuki seems try to pry his way out of with curses leaving his mouth but (name) had a strong grip around them, still having a smile on his face. “we should call it night boys, but soon after i treat ourselves a bite to eat, it’ll be my pleasure!” (name) suggested as he looked at each of them to see their expressions on what they think of the proposal. izuku sweat-dropped, “i-i don’t know, we don’t want to be a burden to you-”, “you won’t, i promise! come on, you’ll enjoy it! pleeaassee?”, (name) pleaded. izuku nervously smiled, “w-well, if you insist!”, izuku beamed, resulting (name) to smile as they both stared at shoto to know his answer. shoto shrugged, “i don’t mind.”, he spoke as the three of them turned to katsuki to see him still struggling to get out of (name’s) tight hold. “LET GO OF ME, DAMMIT!”, katsuki demanded as he moved his head frantically, but they all thought of it as him agreeing.

(name) shut his eyes, giggling, “yay! this will be tons of fun!”, he cheered as he brought them closer, causing katsuki to be even angrier. as they did this, endeavor stood by himself behind them with folded arms as his eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed. he watched them with a bit of…jealousy? endeavor thought it was a bit absurd, he has no reason to be jealous of (name) nuzzling onto the students, but he can’t help but think that he should be the one that (name) was clinging to. he imagined a scenario, well it might sound silly to others but it sounded fantastic in his eyes, where endeavor was carrying (name) in a bridal carry after saving him from a villain. (name) would be nuzzling to him, crying happy tears, repeating how he “saved him”, and how much (name) “loved him”, that sounded like a dream come true. he realized that (name) and the kids walked off without him when he was busy daydreaming a delusional image before speed-walking up to them to catch up, endeavor must have been looking like a fool just standing there, dozing off.

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the restaurant that (name) took all of them was an old-style japanese restaurant that claimed to always visit here with his mother when he was a young boy. none of them complained, the restaurant looked elegant and gorgeous. so, they all had an enjoyable time, sitting at a booth table, (name) let the students order whatever they desired, and all of them, including (name) ordered quite a lot. they continued to chat there, and (name) learned some things about each of the students. he learned that katsuki has musical talents, especially in drums, shoto has a small crush on a student from his class but feels embarrassed and has no need to tell anyone, which is reasonable, and even endeavor looked a bit grumpy when he heard shoto’s little secret. (name), izuku, katsuki, and shoto gossiped and talked as if they were friends, and (name) wished that was the case. he hoped that the students thought (name) was cool enough to be considered a companion to them.

they had all been at the restaurant for at least an hour, it had been too long that the three students were napping, shoto sat in the middle while katsuki and izuku were sitting on each of his side, izuku and katsuki were resting their heads on shoto’s shoulders. the sight was so cute that (name) quickly took a quick picture on his phone of the trio. the only people that were up were the workers, endeavor, and (name), it was noon after all, and frankly, people would normally be asleep at this hour. (name) glanced at the trio, and quietly giggled at seeing their cute drowsy faces, and had to stiffen a chuckle from katsuki drooling a little bit. (name’s) eyes were a bit droopy as his hand hovered over his mouth, yawning softly, i guess he was getting a bit tired as well. (name) grabbed hold of his cup of water before bringing it towards his lips, and taking sips of it. “have you dated anyone (name)?”, endeavor asked. (name) eyes widened as he gagged from his beverage, he quickly set the cup down and leaned over the table as he tried to cough as quietly as possible, well that question was out of the blue.

after (name) recovered, he gazed towards endeavor with his eyes still widened where endeavor was holding onto his own cup, staring at it. where did that question come from? they were nowhere near talking about that subject. there was no reason to lie, so might as well tell him the truth. (name) cheeks turned slightly red, his hands resting on his knees as his eyes were looking anywhere besides endeavor. “i-i have.. but it didn’t work out so i broke it off”, (name) answered as he took another sip from his drink out of shyness. endeavor’s eyes narrowed, and his hand clenched onto his cup after (name) confessed. in endeavor’s eyes, someone had already claimed (name) before him? someone showed him devotion and passion other than him such as holding hands, embracing each other’s warmth, and has (name) and his old affair partner had intercourse before? the thought of anyone at all fooling around under the sheets with (name) made a vein pop on his forehead and a bit of smoke started to arise from his head.

the awkward tension was broken when one of the female waiters sauntered over to where they were sitting with a tender smile on her face. she placed a cash tray with the bill from what they ordered on the table and slightly bowed at the two pro heroes before walking away. (name) reached out his hand towards the cash tray to pay for what they ordered but endeavor swiftly snatched it before (name) could take it, “please, allow me.”, endeavor requested, but how endeavor spoke sounded like a command as he brought out his wallet from his pocket. (name) was a bit surprised at endeavor’s sudden request, he was about to protest, wanting to treat everyone. endeavor noticed what (name) wanted to do, his brows drew together as he shot (name) a darkened glare with narrowed eyes, causing (name) to halt his movements and a shiver running down his spine.

something about that glare didn’t sit right with (name), he knew that endeavor was an aggressive and intimidating man, but that glare seemed off. It didn’t feel intimidating or hostile, instead, something more darker but (name) can’t seem to figure out what. (name) decided to back off and let endeavor pay for what they all ordered, feeling a bit baffled and somehow a bit frightened. endeavor’s face slightly softened as he saw (name) retracted. endeavor opened up his wallet and withdrew his lustrous black credit card from his wallet before settling his card into the cash tray, waiting for the waiter to come back. endeavor didn’t mean to intimidate (name). he refuses to let (name) pay for anything, not even a single cent. endeavor would rather spoil (name) when he finally gets him, spoil him with luxurious gifts, and cash, not letting (name) work a single day of his life and let him rest in his home as a house-husband, where he belongs.

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the night finally ended for the two pro heroes and the three u.a. students. izuku, shoto, and katsuki went off back to u.a., to their dorms, and (name) was about to call it a night but endeavor insisted that he walk him home. of course, (name) was a bit bewildered again. it was a bit odd for a grown man who was a pro hero to offer to walk his colleague to his home. for some weird reason, (name) wouldn’t mind even though he was a grown man and was perfectly capable of walking himself home but he’s not sure if he wants to be around endeavor for a bit after endeavor shot him that stern glare earlier. but he doesn’t want to seem rude or unfriendly to endeavor, even after he kindly paid for everyone's meals that (name) was originally going to pay. so, why should he refuse?

the two of them were now walking side by side on the sidewalk, passing by other homes as it was silent between the two of them, (name’s) eyes were awkwardly glancing to the side as endeavor kept his eyes on (name’s) form, making sure the staring was subtle. the silence was killing (name), he desperately wanted to strike up a conversation but he still felt a bit uneasy about earlier, he still couldn’t believe that a pro hero was literally walking him home. (name) nervously fiddle with his fingers as he awkwardly glanced slightly to the side which endeavor thought his actions were sweet. (come on, say something! but how do I even strike up a conversation with him? what do I even say to him? should I ask about his kids or hero work?), (name) thought as he tried to figure out a topic to discuss with endeavor. (name) lets out a soft sigh as he finally dared to speak, “s-so, endeavor-”, “call me enji.”, endeavor interrupted. what. (name) was once again dumbfounded as he took a quick glance at endeavor with a raised brow.

(did I hear that right? endeavor is allowing me to call him by his first name? we hardly know each other and we’re already on first name basis?), (name) thought astoundingly. he never thought that endeavor would ever let him call him by his last name, let alone his first name due to endeavor’s persona. (name) was lost in his thoughts until he finally noticed that they were in front of his house. (name’s) house was a lovely traditional japanese mansion, just like enji’s. (name) stopped in his tracks and turned towards endeavor with his hands intertwined together and a small smile on his face. “w-we’re here! uhh- I appreciate you walking me safely to my home..”, (name) thanked endeavor shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck, he never had someone walk him home before so he didn’t know how to act. endeavor hummed in response as he took a glance at (name’s) residence.

he immediately noticed that (name’s) home was similar to his. endeavor thought that they both have something in common with their choice of residence, that’s a step closer to winning his heart. endeavor sighed lowly and gazed down at (name), his stern demeanor softening just slightly as his cheeks faintly blushed red. “well, I reckon that I’ll see you soon during some certain patrols..”, endeavor spoke. endeavor’s eyes closed as he slowly leaned down towards (name’s) height. (name’s) eyes went wide at endeavor’s actions, he quickly understood what endeavor was about to do. endeavor was about to kiss him. so many thoughts ran across his mind such as why endeavor was leaning down to kiss him? didn’t endeavor have a wife? why is endeavor about to kiss him if he has a wife? but (name) instantly backed away, bid endeavor a quick farewell and hurriedly went inside his house as endeavor watched. he was a bit bewildered from the sudden rush and how (name) instantly backed away from the inviting kiss. well, at least endeavor knows where he lives.

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reallyromealone · 28 days ago

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Bakugo x kirishima omegaverse adoption. Request is meeting bakugos parents or just his dad per se. like his dad really wants to meet his grandbaby and he doesn’t care about what his wife says because he’s going to meet his grandbaby wether she likes it or not.

Title: see you again

Fandom: bnha

Characters: bakugo, masaru, mitsuki, kirishima, Aizawa mentioned

Fic type: angst, fluff

Pairings: bakugo x Kirishima, masaru x mitsuki

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, child male reader, Omega male reader, alpha x alpha relationship, dad kiribaku

Notes: writing this before my shift

Summary: katsukis dad gets to meet the baby, mitsuki has an epiphany

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Bakugo read the letter his dad sent, the Omega was absolutely thrilled with the pictures of the baby that Aizawa sent him, Aizawa knew how hard it was to get out of a marriage as an Omega and kept the man up to date via coffee meet ups.

And today, Mr. Bakugo was going to meet his grandson.

"I can't face him." Mitsuki whispered, the Alpha looking away from her Omega "well I am, I'm tired of you're tantrums! You made me lose out on my pups most important years! I had to miss his graduation!"

Masaru looked so broken "I let you walk over me... I love you but you need therapy... I-I can't do this"

"I-im sorry" it was rare to see the blond so meek "think about the fact, you missed your son's wedding, his son and his life because you were set in his ways" his words trembling "I know you love our son... Talk to him"

And with that the Omega left the house.

Katsuki felt his heart feel a bit warmer when he saw his dam, (name) sitting in kirishimas knee and playing with his fingers happily and suckling on his pacifier that looked like a little explosion "dad..." Katsuki stood up to properly greet his dam, having not seen him in a year and a half, only exchanging letters through Aizawa. "There's my precious little boy and my other precious boy... And whose this" immediately the soft man doted on the two before his eyes landed on (name) who leaned against his dad, staring at the Omega confused. Masaru got closer to the pup and crouched "hi... I'm your grandpa" he whispered and (name) reached out to him, the little baby having no loyalty when it comes to attention and the older Omega smelt like his papa so therefore safe in the little ones eyes.

"Gosh, he's so perfect" he whispered while holding the angel of a baby close "poepoepoe" the boy babbled, having taken his pacifier out of his mouth.

Katsuki felt pure happiness bubble in his chest, seeing his dad show the love he showed Katsuki when he was little "you are so brave!" The Brunet whispered to the baby, enamoured by the pure joy the little omega gave back at the attention and tickles his grandpa gave.

"So how's things dad..." Katsuki was surprisingly soft with his dad, knowing the omega was always the nervous type "it's better... Your mother and I actually spoken before I left today"

"Oh?"

"And I won"

The table grew quiet and Kirishima was the first to speak "I'm proud of you!"

She couldn't believe it.

Her mate.

Her omega.

Her life...

He just lost it on her, she really fucked this up, huh?

She sat alone in the sitting area for hours, tears rolling down her face.

She had a grand baby...

She remembered how happy she was when she held little Katsuki...

She didn't want to ever say goodbye to that memory.

She couldn't dare possibly say goodbye to the music in her life, the music being the love of her family.

She needed to get it together.

Looking around the house, a nice house with beautiful decorations...

She would give it all up if she could take what she said back.

But she knew it wouldn't be easy.

"Her pride-- it was always something that got in the way, I know she regrets what she did... God knows when she will admit her faults" masaru said calmly and handed (name) back to Katsuki when the boy reached over to the blond for cuddle time "i-I don't think I could forgive her for what she did" Katsuki said honestly, time did his temper well.

And after having a son, a wonderful beautiful baby boy.

He couldn't imagine doing something like that to his baby.

What parent could do that?

The rest of the lunch went smoothly, Masaru doting on his son and son and law while (name) slept in his stroller without a care.

It was late, Eijiro sleeping beside him and (name) was asleep in his crib across the hall and thoughts of the meeting pushed around katsukis brain.

His mom abandoned him.

Come morning, the two alphas did their morning stretches in the livingroom, (name) clumsily following along much to the parents amusement and delight "good form!" Eijiro cheered to the boys delight.

Katsuki focused on his son, his world.

His mom could wait.

Just like he waited for her.

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katsu2ji · 4 months ago

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partially deaf!pro hero katsuki

a/n: i love katsuki so much guys i don't think you understand.

constantly thinking about pro hero katsuki who, due to his quirk and the fighting he had to do during his UA days, now has to wear hearing aids. they’re nothing flashy, but they do match his hero costume somewhat. he never thought he’d needed them and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears for as long as he could, until he realized he could no longer hear the people he loved like he used to—their voices that were once so close now so far away.

and yeah, it takes some getting used to; it took a lot to convince him to even seek help, and going from hearing fine for most of your life to struggling to hear anything at all was terrifying at first. it felt like the silence was closing in on him, haunting him. but now, after some time—and many, many, frustrating sign language classes and lip reading attempts—he's managed to adapt.

and it's not like he's incapable of hearing anything at all. he can still hear the faint laughter of his friends when they meet up for dinner amidst their busy schedules, hoping to squeeze in one more drink before having to go their separate ways again. he can still hear the children yelling his name in excitement as he speeds through the sky, sending him encouragement for all of his upcoming fights. he smiles faintly at them, his way of thanking them for the support.

at first, he didn't want the public to know about it. it was partially in fear of being underestimated (by civilians and villains alike) and partially because he didn't want his image to be reduced down to his partial hearing loss. and while he does deal with the occasional 'off' interaction (his poor pr team had quite the mess to clean up, but that news reporter talking about katsuki when he thought he couldn't hear him had it coming.) he still carries himself with pride, hearing aids and all. he has no reason not to.

he's still gonna yell all he wants, though, partially deaf or not, just for the hell of it—he is katsuki bakugou. old habits die hard, i guess.

katsu2ji �� 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

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sophrosynesworld · 4 months ago

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The Night Shift (Pt. 2)

Part 1

Katsuki considers going home, listening to your demands, replaying the words that fell from your pretty mouth. He can still hear your voice in his head, insisting that he take care of himself, telling him to rest. But what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t make sure you got home safely first?

Strictly professional, he tells himself. After all, that nerd's always going on about the importance of maintaining good relationships with colleagues.

You push through the hospital doors, exhaustion etched into every line of your face as you drag your heavy book bag behind you. After a grueling 35-hour shift, half of which had been spent in the trauma unit, patching up victims from the explosions downtown, all you want is to leave this hellhole and collapse into bed.

Your eyes widen as they land on Katsuki, leaning against his motorcycle. The same white t-shirt from before clings to his body, you can't tell if it's new blood or old from this distance.

You drop your book bag with a loud thump, drawing Katsuki’s attention. He glances up, his eyes snapping forward. But you’re already moving, adrenaline kicking in as you rush toward him. Why else would he be outside the hospital at this hour unless something had gone wrong? Your hands glow faintly as they land on his chest, searching for the wound, but nothing happens—no familiar warmth, no soft illumination.

“What the hell are you doing?” Katsuki snaps, but he doesn’t move to push you away.

You stare up at him, hands still pressed against his chest. “I thought—are you okay? I thought you were hurt again.” Your voice is shaky, and though Katsuki’s face remains impassive, something softens in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he says, quieter this time. “Was just waiting for you. Someone’s gotta make sure you get home in one piece, right?”

You pull your hands back, fingers tingling from the lingering warmth of his skin. For a moment, you just stand there, letting the weight of his words sink in. Katsuki Bakugo, the country’s most controversial hero, waiting outside a hospital at an ungodly hour just to make sure you got home safe.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to,” you murmur, shoving your hands into the pockets of your scrubs to stop them from shaking. “I can handle myself, you know.”

Katsuki scoffs, though the sound is more amused than dismissive. “You sure of that, doc?” He pauses, glancing away. “…you look like you’re about to collapse.”

You try to muster a snarky reply, but you can’t deny the truth in his words. Your legs feel like lead, and the exhaustion is beginning to cloud your mind. “I’m just tired,” you admit, rubbing at your eyes. “Long shift.”

“I’ll do better next time.” Katsuki’s voice softens just a fraction. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride.”

“On that?” you question, though your protest is half-hearted. Katsuki just shoots you a look. “You do know deaths involving motorcycles have gone up 10% in the last three years.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, reaching behind the seat and pulling out a helmet. He stomps forward, stopping in front of you and raising his hand to gently tilt your chin up. His fingers are soft and deliberate as he pops the helmet over your head, securing the buckle underneath. “That’s why I got this. You don’t trust me?”

“Every time I’ve seen you in person, you’ve been on the brink of death. I’m not sure that’s a question you want to know, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Call me Katsuki… please.”

You smile, repeating his name, savoring the way it tastes sweet as it rolls off your tongue.

“Get on.” Katsuki swings a leg over the bike, patting the spot behind him as if you’d been riding together forever.

You hesitate for a split second, but exhaustion wins over pride. You climb onto the bike behind him, feeling the solid warmth of his back against your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. It feels strange, this closeness—strange, but not unwelcome.

“Hold on tight,” he says, his voice low and rough, but there’s an unspoken gentleness in his tone that makes you squeeze a little tighter. The engine roars to life beneath you, and without another word, Katsuki speeds off into the early morning, the sunrise blurring through the tall buildings as you ride through the city.

The wind whips past, cool against your face, and for the first time in hours, you feel the tension begin to slip away. You lean your head against Katsuki’s shoulder, allowing yourself this small moment of peace.

Katsuki slows as he approaches your apartment, pulling to a stop in front of the familiar building. He cuts the engine, the sudden stillness almost jarring. You don’t move, still clinging to the warmth of his back, reluctant to let go.

“You’re home,” he says, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. You finally loosen your grip, sliding off the bike with heavy legs.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“Every time,” he replies, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. And as you turn to go, Katsuki stays where he is, watching you until you’re safely inside.

Next Part:

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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thinking about bakugou being like a stay at home dad for a while, perhaps he’s out on leave for work because of a serious injury and you end up having a beautiful little baby in that time :(

so katsuki ends up being the one to do school runs or is spotted grocery shopping with your little one seated in the cart— your husband absentmindedly babbling away at them about which kind of disinfectant wipes mommy usually gets and if they’re baby safe. talking to your infant daughter as if she has a clue about what’s going on.

she’s the spitting image of him too, big red eyes and angel blonde curls— perhaps she’s got your nose and your smile and your complexion but at first glance she definitely looks like a bakugou.

your husband is in charge of pick up from daycare and you switch between drop-offs but ever since katsuki decided to become a SAHD he’s handled both. he’s got a good relationship with all the staff, they know him by name and favour your little princess more than they should. it helps that she’s adorable, and it’s even more helpful that her daddy is the spitting image of a god. katsuki’s not usually oblivious to the other parents and carers that fawn and drool over him, he usually brushes them off or flashes the wedding ring that’s been happily sitting on his finger for the last decade— your claim on him.

but there’s something about your daughter’s daycare teacher— something that doesn’t click in her head to make her realise that bakugou is indeed married.

she does little things like lay her arm on his bicep when he picks up your baby girl, little notes in her backpack asking bakugou out to coffee sometimes and spreading rumours amongst the other parents that he’s a single father— all of which your husband discloses to you after finding you teary-eyed with the notes crumpled between your shaky fingers. you ask if he’s cheating, if it’s because you work too much or if he needs you home more. you’d kept working after bakugou’s injury even though you knew his savings alone could cover you both— you just wanted to save a little for your baby’s college fund.

and bakugou doesn’t start a fight, doesn’t make things worse— he tells you the truth, reassures you and says “now why would i give up the universe’s greatest gift t’me for some old annoyin’ hag?” truth be told it makes you giggle a little.

the next time bakugou goes to drop your daughter off to daycare, he makes sure that you’re in attendance. the three of you a picture perfect family with your baby girl kicking and swinging her feet between the two of you, squealing with so much happiness. the world knows that baby is loved.

today you’re here to prove a point, letting bakugou lead your daughter up to the entryway to her preschool, with you in tow, watching the day care teacher closely. you’re not a fool, you know that your husband is attractive — you’re lucky but he considers himself luckier. so you get why the teacher blushes and bumbles over her words like a high schooler when she sees him.

“mister bakugou, good morning!” she mumbles coyly, “have you been getting my notes?”

katsuki makes a noncommittal noise, helping your daughter to take her backpack off. “yeah, been burnin’ ‘em though.”

“what, why?”

“i’m married,” he says simply, and you’re ashamed to admit you enjoy watching the colour drain from the teacher’s face. “s’not appropriate and you can’t take a hint.”

you step into the picture with a bright smile, pressing your lips to your daughter’s cheek before patting her back as a sign to run along inside. you give bakugou the same treatment on his lips, locking him into a long passionate kiss right in front of her teacher.

“mrs.bakugou, delighted to make your acquaintance.” bakugou loves how sickly sweet you are, possessive as you wrap your arms around his middle and tuck your head into the pocket between his neck and shoulder. “though i doubt we’ll be seeing you much longer. we’ll be having our daughter transferred out of your class.”

it’s a pride thing, for both you and katsuki to watch someone crumble in the presence of your strong relationship. he tells you that on the way back to the car, how hot you are when you’re possessive of him like that. he shows you it by convincing you to take the day off from work too — the house void of any childlike laughter for a few hours, giving bakugou enough time to work another baby into you.

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luvsymai · 5 months ago

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Hi I have a really weird request but I was wondering if you could write something about Katsuki and reader but reader died in the war before Katsuki and was unable to be saved. During Katsuki death where it’s like a shadowy figure of all might the figure would be reader and they want to take him with them. Idrk something really agnsty!

The Final Spark ; Katsuki Bakugo

Paring: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Death, angst, …

<- Masterlist

<- Part one // Part two // Part three

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The battlefield was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had ravaged it just moments before. The war against the League of Villains had left everything in ruins. Bodies of heroes and villains alike lay strewn across the ground, the smell of smoke and blood permeating the air.

Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive hero Dynamight, staggered through the wreckage, his costume torn and bloodied. His heart pounded with a mixture of pain and anger. He had fought with everything he had, but even his immense power had its limits. He glanced to the side, and his breath hitched. There, you laid. Your costume was bloody and torn, hair dirty and your mouth was slightly open.

He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his vision blurred by tears he refused to let fall. He was alive, but you weren't. The memory of your final moments haunted him—your smile, the way you whispered his name, the way you protected him with your last breath. You had fought valiantly by his side, your quirk a beautiful, shimmering display of power and grace. But it hadn't been enough. He quickly went over to you, holding you gently, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Why... why did you have to go?" Bakugo choked out, his voice breaking. "Why wasn't I strong enough to save you?"

His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms. He could feel the rage boiling inside him, mixing with the overwhelming grief. He had always prided himself on his strength, his ability to protect those he cared about. But in the end, he couldn't protect you.

"Damn it!" he screamed, slamming his fists into the ground, explosions sparking feebly from his palms. "Why did it have to be you? You were supposed to stay with me! We were supposed to win this together!"

As he lays on the cold, unforgiving ground, Bakugo felt his strength ebbing away. The wounds he had sustained were too severe, the blood loss too great. He knew his time was running out, and a strange calmness settled over him. He would be with you soon. He held onto you, his grip deathly tight.

The world around him began to fade, and in the distance, he saw a figure approaching. At first, he thought it was All Might, coming to take him to the afterlife. But as the figure drew closer, he realized it was you.

You stood there, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, your eyes filled with a warmth that he had missed so much.

"Katsuki," you said softly, your voice like a balm to his wounded soul. "It's time to come home."

His anger flared up again, a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything. "No! You can't just... I can't just leave like this!" His voice cracked, raw and broken. "I didn't save you... I didn't get to tell you..."

You shook your head, a gentle smile on your lips. "You didn't fail, Katsuki. You fought with everything you had. And now, it's time to rest."

He felt your hand in his, warm and comforting. The pain began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace he hadn't felt since you were taken from him.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice growing weaker. The anger melted away, leaving only vulnerability and longing.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice filled with the same love and devotion you had always shown him. "I'll always love you."

As the darkness closed in, Bakugo felt himself being enveloped in your light. He knew that this was the end, but it was also a new beginning. He was finally with you again, and nothing else mattered.

In his final moments, Katsuki Bakugo smiled bitterly through the tears, his heart at peace. The world may have been lost to him, but in your arms, he had found his way home.

(A/N) I hope this is good, since i’m not really good with angst and i realise that it isn’t as sad as i hoped it would be 😭

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<- Part one // Part two // Part three

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bkdk-prophet · 8 months ago

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“I don’t expect this to change a thing between us.” (MHA MANGA SPOILERS 322-423)

I think a lot about the fact that, in Katsuki’s apology, he says “I don’t expect this to change a thing between us.” indicating that he accepts the current state of their relationship, that his apology may not be left with a reply, and that he may be the only one who entertains the idea of deepening their bond of rivalry into friendship.

But regardless, he had to speak his truth, and in the future, live by his truth, which is to give Izuku his utmost support.

In the same manner, Izuku had also accepted the current state of their relationship before hearing Katsuki’s apology, judging by how he already felt blessed that he could have a “normal-ish” conversation with him.

And since the JT arc, knowing that Katsuki’s at the center of the “control your heart” issue, it probably solidified that that’s the extent of their bond to him, cause if he indulges in these feelings and make it stronger, being able to control his heart would be increasingly more difficult. So maybe he’d been starting to entertain the idea of being close friends with Katsuki again, but then blackwhip puts his heart on his sleeve, and so his deeper feelings and the yearning he felt for something more were locked away. Katsuki at that point also hadn’t explicitly shown any interest in deepening it anyway, just that he’s committing himself to their rivalry.

But then Katsuki does, throws him a curveball and sacrifices himself for him, then apologizes—calls him his first name “Izuku,” and implies that a “change” is possible between them. It's not expected, but the ball is now in Izuku’s court.

At the moment Izuku couldn’t respond properly since the conditions weren’t ideal. But even after that, when he had the time to broach the the subject to Katsuki, he chooses not to and put a tighter rope on his feelings. He had enough courage to thank his classmates generally, and and also thank Ochaco for her speech, but the apology wasn’t something he feels like he could talk about without revealing too much when he has to hold himself together for the next war. Like a talk could change something fundamental, and take away his attention from the war.

And also, when Katsuki almost makes the mistake of calling him “Deku,” Izuku jumps to say that he doesn’t have to call him that if he can’t, showcasing some of his reluctance to the change, clinging onto the past which at the moment was easier to digest. Katsuki responds to this by saying that he’s not forcing himself, as he will continue to act and speak his truth.

After his apology he makes good on that claim, where he initiates small talks with Izuku even when people surround and can see them, stays by his side as much as he can as a form of emotional support, and continue to be his primary partner in training. And all throughout the second war he commits to his truth even further, taking his self-introspections and sentimentality with pride, and because of it yearns even more intensely.

“So Izuku… can I still catch up with you?” he says as he yearns to be on equal footing with Izuku, in power, in heart, and in their relationship, “Gotta win right… Izuku?” he says as he yearns to be the hero Izuku had always believed him to be, someone who never loses, “That’s Kacchan Bakugou to you!” he says as he becomes the hero Izuku had always seen him as.

As their eyes meet when Katsuki revives, their feelings, as had been said, become one. The feelings of wanting to save All Might, the feelings of wanting to be near and beside each other, and the feelings of wanting to work together to win and save and again be on equal footing are communicated and united. Katsuki’s questions of “Can I catch up to you?” “Gotta win, right?” were answered, as Izuku has outstreched his hand to Katsuki once more and he’d taken it. It’s also the first and only time Izuku really calls for help during the final war, where he usually just lets others help him.

But now the question is if Katsuki’s outstretched hand is something Izuku will take, if Izuku will also speak his truth, as opposed to just showing and acting his truth. It was an invitation to meet in the middle. As Katsuki said “Don’t you dare let me surpass you!” an echo to “Surpass me, become the hero I’d always seen you as—Izuku who’s full of strength and of worth—just make sure to take my hand while you’re on it.

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missdynamighttt · 4 days ago

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Hii, I hope you had a very happy holiday and that you are well, I love the way you write! I would like to ask you for something half anguish half soft and whatever you want to add some other thing even if it is spicy.. Something where both the reader and Katsuki are both pro-heroes, The reader tries to take good care of himself during missions and avoids getting hurt so that Katsuki doesn't worry (go crazy about it) But Katsuki doesn't do the same and almost always ends up hurt and worrying the reader and this makes her upset by his lack of reciprocity.. They end up fighting for a moment but end up reconciling. I hope it's not too much to ask, bye, kisses🙏

hi hun!! hope you had a very happy holiday too<333 that means SO much to me, thank you lots!! its not too much at all, i hope this met your expectations and i hope you enjoy it. byeee, kisses <333 (disclaimers: handjob in a hospital, nipple play, mentions of breeding kink, calls you mommy, switch katsuki (gets really subby in the end))

katsuki was on his bed in the infirmary, covered in bandages and scratches. he had gotten himself injured again during a battle with a villain.

you walked into the room, face filled with anger and concern. you quickly made your way towards his bed and looked at him, obviously frustrated.

"my fucking god, katsuki.."

katsuki looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and guilt. he knew he had upset you by getting injured again this badly but that didn't matter to him.

"what? i'm fine."

you tried to blink back your tears as they threatened to escape, lips curled into a stubborn frown. "you look anything but fine."

katsuki rolled his eyes, still trying to act nonchalant about his injuries. "i've had worse. you know that. i'll heal up in no time."

he huffed slightly as he attempted to shift his position on the bed, causing a small wave of pain to shoot through him, but too stubborn to show you his signs of pain.

"we have the same damn job," you snapped, holding his arm and helping him up. your eyes narrowed, words filled with irritation and worry. but you don't see me acting like a reckless idiot, do you? i may get a few scrapes and bruises, but i don't look like I've just stumbled out of a warzone."

"i'm not acting reckless. 'm just doing my damn job," katsuki grumbled as he grudgingly allowed you to help him. "and besides, you're always avoiding getting hurt. you never take any risks, so it's no fuckin' surprise you don't get hurt."

you widened your eyes at him in disbelief, shaking your head in frustration. "no risk?"

"yeah, no risk. you always play it safe, you never take any chances, you always avoid fighting any shitty villains that might be too damn dangerous..." katsuki trails off, noticing the look on your face and realizing that he might've struck a nerve.

"playing it safe? is that what you assume i do to prioritize my fucking life?" you let out a scoff of disbelief, lips twisting up in a sarcastic smile. "is that what you think I do when I try to protect myself, so that you don't have to add my name to your growing list of worries?"

katsuki's expression softened slightly. he knew deep down that she was right, but he wasn't ready to admit it.

"it's not about that. it's about getting the job done. sometimes that means taking risks."

"excuse you. i get the job done just fine. at least i don't look like i've been trampled on by a hundred fucking bulls."

"yeah, well, at least i'm not afraid to get my hands dirty."

katsuki knew that was a low blow even as he said it, but his pride was too wounded to backtrack now.

your emotions finally breaking through the facade of toughness as you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

"damn it, katsuki," your voice cracked slightly. "all i'm asking is to keep yourself safe. do you even realize how much it hurts me, seeing you injured over and over again, knowing i can't do anything about it? its like.. you don't care. then you go ahead and insult how i do my job and..."

kasuki's expression softened further as he saw the tears in your eyes. he knew he messed up.

"sweets, i... i didn't mean what i said. you're great, okay? the damn best. i just.. wanna do my damn job. i don't want to hold back and let someone get away with shit because i was being too careful."

you let out a huff of frustration, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

"doing your job properly doesn't mean throwing your life away, katsuki. what if something happens again, and.."

your pause as tears welled up your eyes, finally rolling down your cheeks like a waterfall. you tried to wipe them away, movements aggressive as your sniffles growing louder despite the attempts to keep them silent.

katsuki watched as you wiped away your tears, guilt gnawing at him. it was a sight that never failed to clench his heart. he reached out and gently gripped your arm, pulling you closer by the edge of the bed. "hey, c'mon. don't... cry, dammit."

"i'll be fine, i always do," he continued, his voice softer than usual. he crooks his finger to tilt your head up at his gaze. "even if i look like i got trampled on by a hundred fuckin' bulls."

he repeated your words back to you with a small grin. you huffed when you realized he was trying to lighten the mood, giving his arm a gentle nudge as you pouted at him.

"i... i can't lose you. not again, katsuki," you sniffled, lower lip trembling slightly as you kept your emotions in check. "okay?"

katsuki's smirk faded as he heard the raw vulnerability in your voice, the memories flooding his brain back when he almost lost his...

"sweets... i'm not going anywhere, okay?" he repeated, his voice serious now. "i promise." he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

you huff, calming down in his arms a little as you appreciate the warmth of his embrace and the sound of his steady breathing.

meanwhile, katsuki held you close, feeling your body relax against his. with a sigh, he buries his face in your hair, taking solace in the feeling of your in his arms. he hated seeing you upset, and he hated himself for being the cause of it.

"i'm sorry."

"hmph. you better be."

you sigh as katsuki chuckled slightly, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending a shiver down his spine.

"i am. i won't be so reckless next time. i'll be more careful, i promise."

"if you don't?"

"if i don't? what, you'll come kick my ass yourself?"

"katsuki."

katsuki takes a deep breath before letting out a long sigh, looking up and his gaze fixed on you.

"if i don't..." he begins, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "i just won't. i don't want to put you through that again. i'll keep my word. for you, sweets. okay?"

you nod, your pout giving way to a more relaxed expression as you sank deeper into his embrace. you were a little more relaxed now that he gave you the reassurance you needed. he just needed to recover, and then—

you suddenly felt a slight shiver run through your body as you register the feeling of katsuki's lips on your neck.

katsuki grins when he noticed your slight surprise, continuing to place soft kisses along your neck, pausing occasionally to nibble on your earlobe.

"you worry too much, you know that?" he whispered in between kisses.

"only because i care about you..." you breathe, your voice a little breathless as you leaned into his touch. you really, really couldn't hide the effect his touch had on you.

katsuki's smirk returned as he heard you gasp, the sound sending a wave of heat through his body. he moved his mouth to your jawline, trailing kisses along your skin.

"i know you care about me," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "and as much as i love seein' you get all feisty when you're worried about me... i promise i'll be more careful from now on."

"okay...good," you hum softly as he continued peppering kisses down your body. "glad we.. cleared that up."

katsuki chuckles, his lips still against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "yeah, we did."

you had to bite your bottom lip when he moved his lips, nipping at your collarbone. "and now that we have that settled..."

"there's somethin' else i'd like to do."

your eyes widened in surprise as you realized what he was hinting at, heat spreading across your cheeks. "w-wait—"

katsuki grinned again when he noticed how bashful you were getting. he loved it when he could get you all flustered like this.

"what?" his lips hovering near your ear. "you don't want to?"

you shook your head, your desire warred with concern. there was a part of you that wanted to give in to the moment, but practical senses prevailed. he was still recovering from his injuries, and you weren't about to risk his health for an orgasm.

"i..." you began, voice shaky with a mixture of desire and reluctance. "yes, i want to... but not here. and not while you're still recovering, dammit."

katsuki pouted slightly, clearly disappointed. but as much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were right.

"tch, fine. but don't blame me if i start goin' crazy from recovery boredom."

he paused, a sly smirk appearing on his face. "although... i could think of a few ways you could keep me entertained while i recover."

you tilt your head with a raised eyebrow. "like?"

"well... you could start by just cuddlin' with me while i rest," he teased, his voice low and suggestive, tugging you closer to the bed so that you could cuddle him. "or maybe you could give me a few kisses here and there... you know, to help me heal faster."

"oh?" you smile, scooting over the bed and snuggling up to him. "did the doctor approve of that?"

"doctors are overrated," he says in mock-offense as he wraps an arm around you. "they all say the same things. rest and fluids, blah, blah, blah. where's the fun in that?"

"besides..." he leaned in closer with a grin, his voice dropping to a whisper. "who needs a doctor's approval when i have a beautiful woman like you to take care of me?"

you scoff, nudging his arm softly and roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. "as much as i'd love to take care of you, i'm scared we might get caught."

"what, afraid of getting caught in the act?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "come on, it'll be fun."

he could tell you were still reluctant. so, he pulled you even closer, his hands roaming up your hips and resting on your waist, his lips brushing your ear when he spoke. "we'll be discreet, i promise. just a few kisses... no one will ever know."

"i'd rather if you just focus on recovering."

"a few kisses ain't gonna set me back. i'm fine, sweets. i heal fast, remember?"

"then, if you heal fast, i doubt you need me to kiss you, right?"

"you think i can't handle a few kisses, is that it?"

you grin at his pout and shrug. "i think you can't. because then you're going to take it too far."

katsuki rolled his eyes, mock-offended. "i have no idea what you're talkin' about. i'm a saint."

he leaned back against the pillows, narrowing his eyes at your reluctant gaze and giggles. "besides, i'm in no condition to do anything strenuous right now. a few innocent kisses won't hurt."

you huff, exhaling in a soft sigh as your pout deepens. your eyes flicker to his, searching for any kind of reassurance. you didn't want to set back his recovery by going too far but who were you to deny him the kisses he needs? "you promise?"

"a few innocent kisses, that's it. no funny business, no getting carried away," he paused, reaching out to take your hand, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "just a few little kisses to keep me entertained while i recover."

after a moment, you gave in with a sigh, nodding in reluctant agreement.

"fine..." you muttered, your tone a little sulky.

but your gaze flickered to him, your narrowed eyes meeting his with a hint of heat. slowly, you lean in closer, your breath catching in your throat as you prepare to initiate the kiss.

katsuki grins as he tilted his head slightly to meet you halfway, his eyes closing in anticipation.

"that's more like it," he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

katsuki reached up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles along your skin as he closed the distance between your lips.

the moment your lips met his, he let out a soft sigh, wrapping his arms around you as he deepened the kiss. it was slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the usual.. passionate embraces.

but the kiss deepens and katsuki starts to get lost in the moment, you can feel him getting more aggressive and intense. sensing that he's starting to lose control, you give his bicep a gentle but firm squeeze, signaling him to slow down. it acts like an anchor, reminding him to keep his desire in check.

katsuki feels your squeeze on his bicep and realizes that he's getting carried away. he breaks the kiss, panting for air as he tries to regain control of himself.

he looks at you with dilated eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily. "f-fuck.. 'm sorry.. i got carried away..."

you chuckle breathlessly, your own heart racing. you try to reassure him with a soft, affectionate smile on your lips. "it's okay... i liked it."

"damn it. me too. maybe a little too much," he sighs, glancing down at himself and groans at the tent in his pants. "fuck, you're not making this easy. you know how hard it is for an injured pro-hero like me to resist his gorgeous girl? and i'm supposed to be recovering, remember?"

"oh? who insisted on the kisses, smartass?"

"hey, you're the one who agreed to it."

"weirdo," you tease, poking his side gently. "want me to..?"

katsuki's breathing hitches at you looking down at his lap. he knew he should resist. he needed to recover. but the sight of you, looking at his raging boner, and imagining what you'd look like taking care of it, is almost too much for him to handle.

"don't tease me like that, woman. you know what the answer is."

you glance down to admire the obvious tent in his pants, the evidence of his desires clear as day. you can't help but bite your bottom lip, feeling a sudden rush of heat as something aches in between your legs.

"okay," you whisper, reaching down for the waistband of his pants. "just keep quiet f'me, okay?"

katsuki nods, his eyes locked on you as you reach for underneath his boxers. he feels his breath catch in his throat, his body tensing in anticipation.

"yeah.." he breathes, his voice strained. "i'll be quiet..."

katsuki watches as you touch him, his eyes darkened with desire as he feels your hand wrap around his cock, his body already responding to your touch.

"fuck... fuck, you're so hot.." he manages to say, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

you laugh softly, looking up at him, thumbing the tip of his cock thats leaking with pre. "yeah? you think i'm hot, katsuki?"

"mhm.. so hot.." he nods, his breath coming in ragged pants. he closes his eyes, his head falling back against the pillows as he sinks further into the bed. "f-fuck.. feels so good.. keep goin', sweets, fuck.."

katsuki's hips instinctively buck up into your touch, trying to get even more friction. he grips the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he struggles to keep himself quiet.

you chuckle breathlessly, biting down your bottom lip as you slowly fuck your fist on his cock, purposefully slowing down. "you're not keeping quiet, katsuki. what if someone hears us, hm?"

"fuck, you can't do that to me.. don't tease me like that.." he lets out a strangled moan, unable to hide how needy he is for you. he bites down on his lip, trying to muffle his noise. "i'm tryna be fuckin' quiet, i swear.. but it's gettin' really fuckin' hard.. just keep going.."

you smile, a small, sassy grin that dances across your lips. yu shake your head lightly, titling it to one side as you wrap your fist tighter around his cock. "do you need my help to shut you up, hm?"

katsuki nods, his face flushed and his eyes pleading. "yeah. please.. please, i can't keep quiet on my own. i need you.. i need you to shut me up with your tits..."

you stop stroking him a little to shift positions, maneuvering yourself so that he is lying on your lap and his face on your chest. his head rests on your thighs, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours as you reach out again to stroke him.

"so needy, sweetheart," you tease in a soft murmur, your fingers tantalizing on his cock as you look down at him.

"hmph," he huffs as his hand slips under your shirt, tugging it up quickly before his fingers warm against your skin as they brush against your stomach. it's not like he could tell you that you were wrong.

katsuki tugs gently on your bra, his intentions clear as his eyes lock onto yours. he doesn't break eye contact with you as he pulls your bra down, your tits spilling from the fabric, hard nipples already meeting the cold air and his hot breath.

it doesn't take long before katsuki's mouth immediately latches onto your nipple, moaning softly against the skin as his tongue swirls around your areola.

"you taste so good," he groaned, his other hand touches your neglected breast, rough and insistent as they knead and massage the doughy mound, pinching your nipple. "fuck, sweets.. wanna make you a mommy. get these gorgeous tits swollen with milk..."

"yeah?" a small, sheepish smile plays on your lips as you try to find your words. but it's hard to think clearly, hard to even form a sentence when he's getting handsy with your tits, feeling your cunny clenching with need. "you wanna make me a mommy, sweetheart?"

"yeah," he breathes, his cock twitching with precum as you stroke him. "i wanna put a baby in you. wanna fill you up and get you all nice and pregnant for me. you want that, right?"

your cheeks heat up as he gets more aggressive with your tits, his hands continuing to caress you. "yeah, maybe. so?"

"yeah? you'd like it if i knocked you up, mommy?"

you let out a soft moan, your body arching involuntarily as you try to process the pet-name. whenever he got subby, which was rarely, it always caught you off-guard. you wanted to deny how much it affected you as he caresses you, nibbling on your nipples like a man possessed.

"katsuki... i thought i told you to keep quiet.."

you clicked your tongue at him, your hand moving up and down his cock faster, purposely toying with him. he whines at the change of pace, his head dropping back against your plush thighs before he presses his face against your chest to muffle his moans.

"fuck... i'm sorry, mommy, i'm sorry," katsuki whimpers against your nipples, his tone almost whining and pleading as he looks up at you. "i'll keep quiet, i promise..."

"it's a shame, really," you murmur. "with how loud you are, now i'm thinking if i should even let you cum."

"no, no. need to cum, i'll be so quiet, i promise," katsuki gasps out, sucking your tits sore in between his pleas as he humps your fist.

"don't stop.. i'll be a good boy, just let me cum, mommy-"

"yeah? you think you deserve to after what you did?"

"im sorry alreadyyy," he moans, his voice cracking as he begs. it's hard to believe he's a tough, powerful pro-hero known for how aggressive he is. all brought down to a whimpering, whiny looking mess for you. "fuck, fuck, i'll do whatever you want... just please let me cum. please, mommy.."

katsuki looked like a little boy who wanted his favorite toy as he fondles your tits. he's desperate, he's needy, he's your whining, jacked boyfriend who just wants to cum.

and who were you to deny him what he wants?

"it's okay, baby," your voice is a sultry purr as you look down at him. "since you've been begging real good f'me, you can cum.."

katsuki's eyes flutter shut at your approval, a soft, guttural moan leaving his lips. he's close, so close that it's almost painful, and he's clinging to you like a lifeline. "shit.. sh-shit, thank you, m-mommy... fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' cum, shit-"

he bucks his hips into your hips one last time before trembling beneath your touch, shaking as his cum shoots down your fists, his cock twitching from the release.

you grin as you pump your fist on his cock, helping him ride out his high. your fingers linger on him for awhile before you pull away, licking your fingers off of his slick.

but someone still needed you. katsuki sat up and pulled you closer and he grabs your face in his hands, his lips crashing into yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. he kisses you like he needs you more than air, like he'll die without your touch. he doesn't even care if he's being needy. he just wants you, and only you.

he breaks the kiss for a moment, panting for air as he presses his forehead against yours. "fuck," he mutters against your lips, his voice rough and ragged. "that was... shit, i don't know what to say." he chuckles breathlessly.

"well..." you start with a cheeky grin, your fingers running through his hair. "you could start by saying thank you."

he huffs out a laugh, a tired smile spreading across his face. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo that he just loves. "thank you, baby. you're perfect, you know that? so goddamn perfect."

you bask in the moment, smiling warmly as you revel in the comfort of the cuddle. his warm, firm body against yours feels like home, and you feel content and complete in his arms.

in that moment, you feel completely content and at peace, as if nothing else in the world matters besides the two of you. you press yourself against him, a silent reassurance that he's here, he's real, and he's all yours.

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court-jobi · 3 months ago

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Look Up, Darlin'

Pairing: Bakugou x reader (biker! pro-hero reader, some afab pronouns used)

Words: 1.7k

Rating: G~

Warnings: Pro-Hero Bakugou domestic fluff, TW: eyedrops, if you're squeamish, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, "Bakugou knows best"TM

Summary:

Bakugou’s prized love placed a newly fallen-asleep leg down on the ground with an uncomfortable groan. He has half a mind to chew you out on your posture again; he’s told you time and time again that you’re gonna wreck your lower back that way… But you really haven’t learned how to manage your time well enough to finish your work at the office rather than bring it home every night- especially as you’ve been asking for more and more to cover expenses. It’s a bad habit, but one he still finds a soft spot towards… and Bakugou is not so high-and-mighty that he won’t step in and give you the helping hand you need.

A/N: Oops, I loved Midoriya's stress relief tactics so much in Reheat, I let Bakugou try his hand at some comfort! Enjoy, lovelies, and thank you for the love, as always!

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Back from an evening patrol route, Katsuki sighs at the hour listed on the microwave. Not much time left before you have to leave for yours. It’s his least-favorite patrol cycle, where you two are working opposite each other; but it only happens every two months -lasting only about five or six days each time. It’s enough to put him in a soured mood, but fortunately he’s been working on his attitude at your insistence.

Best to enjoy what time he can, rather than be a grump about what he’s missing. Your routine has been disrupted too, after all.

However, the sight he comes home to flares up his disappointment even more: though this time, irritation sits in his chest because of you.

Finding you situated in the living room this way is becoming a bit of a habit; and not one that Katsuki loves. You’re stretching out your leg with a wince, which you’ve no doubt sat on for too long again. He really outta chew you out for this.

–at least he would, until he got a better angle of your face: tightness and tension seep from every pore, sinking your eyes and draining your usually enduring spirit by the minute.

Now of course, he was primarily concerned if you were having a charlie horse or circulation issues, because he reasoned that could affect your quirk. But moreover, you did not look comfortable. An 'I told you so' was also out of the question. It would hurt your feelings– not be a swift kick in the butt that would motivate someone like Izuku.

So the questions remains, how to best help you… He's getting too damn soft around you.

This was a key difference between your work habits– not worthy of a fight, but a point of debate you usually opt to table for another time whenever he brings it up. Katsuki liked to get the back-end, post-mission paperwork done on-site at the agency, even if it took him longer after the fight to get home. Meanwhile, you liked to take your time, get ahead of the mad rush at the office after your adrenaline leveled out, and chose to work on it from the comfort of your couch. The latter would spare you the mental space after a battle, but opened up potential procrastination of the job entirely.

In both instances, he prided himself on his method and would defend it, even now. That said, he sure hated seeing you like this- when you fall on your method with a fumble.

Instead of a snark or a sigh, Katsuki comes up behind you with remarkable stealth for his character, interrupting your tired typing flow with his reflection cast faintly on your screen. He arrives just in time to get you back on track, reaching over the sofa and bringing your shoulders back with warmed hands.

"Those are some tired eyes, wifey."

Katsuki kissed the crown of your head firmly. You may not be his actual wife yet, but he can’t help trying out the name. Lucky for him, you haven’t had the heart to correct him yet, so he gathered it’s enough of a sign to keep it up.

The day he finally makes it a reality will be a fully-realized dream come true. But for now, he’s set to save for the perfect ring, the perfect moment, and build up the skills needed to take care of you. Why not get a head start?

You exhale at his touch and freshly washed-up smell-- immediately regretting working for this long of a stretch, because the second your eyes shut, they stung.

"Got more left?"

"Mhm."

"Wouldja rather dictate?"

"You would be my secretary?" you couldn't believe the offer, despite his amused huff across your pinned up hair at the idea. He took it out, to run his hands through instead.

Feels ungodly good, those hands– when they're not overworked and overheated, Katsuki keened when you told him so the first time he took to this method of relaxing you.

"If it would get your ass in bed sooner,” Katsuki snarks, “then yes. How long you been up.”

“Got up a few hours ago, to finish up~”

Katsuki chewed the inside of his lip with a scowl. So you didn’t get as much sleep as usual, it seems. Getting up early ahead of your 12-hour shift in order to finish your previous day’s work wasn’t best practice, and that’s exactly where he’s found you.

This didn’t please him at all, but the blonde keeps his tongue from clicking its displeasure at you.

You sink into the movement of each fingertip, "It's more the eye strain getting to me than the lack of brain power, now."

"Well, you know what fixes those problems..."

Eye drops: which you hated, or coffee: which got you wired, not rested. Neither were a pleasant option at this hour, and made you groan.

With his long reach, Katsuki double swiped through what comment fields were left on your laptop, and simply made an executive decision to 'Save Progress' and shut the laptop down. You’d fallen prey to his massaging hand and whined once you registered what he did.

"None’a that,” he gripes at your moan, “C’mon. Off to bed."

"It's work, Katsuki. I need to do it."

"You NEED to set a timer. Barely ten minutes left’a work. Set it for after a nap." Katsuki rounded the couch and appeared before you as you tried for a spinal twist in his absence.

"Thirty, if you're me,” you reply, “You rush. I’ve read your sum-ups…"

You say it with a smirk, but Katsuki is hardly in a joking mood.

"Says the woman working herself into an early grave. I think I'll stick with my ‘Sparknotes’, thank you very much," he crossed his arms.

Works for him, after all. You stared off at the offending computer in a way that Katsuki could only hope was you mentally running through the possibility that maybe there was something to his strategy that you could adopt in your favor.

Katsuki scoffed, then simply took your phone up without a fight from you, "Fine, I'll set it."

By the time he’s done, he centered back to you, but to a sad sight. You’re zoned out and defeated, exhausted. Summoning the grace you offer him in droves, Kats decides to soften the blow of his arrival home with a compliment, to ease your clear regret. No need to add lemon juice to your self-inflicted wounds.

"You take your time, and it does get ya results. It's good work. I'll give you that," Katsuki stuck your phone back on its charging pad, then squatted with his hands on his thighs, "--it aint worth all this."

No fight left in you on the matter, you thankfully agree, "... okay."

"Okay?"

"...I'll take the stupid eye drops."

“Good start...”

A hint lies unspoken in his tone. Just a pause, waiting on you to read into the rest like he knows you can…

“And-” you sigh and place a hand over his on his knee, “I’ll rethink this whole remote work thing.”

-Perfect-

"Atta girl," Katsuki chipped your chin up, and snuck a couple fingers to his back pocket. Taking a knee on the couch between your thighs, he stayed situated above you and into your space so you’d have no way to back out of what’s needed right now. "Four eyes, off."

You look shocked he has a bottle of eyedrops on demand. What do you take him for, a stupid extra? Of course he’s prepared. What do you think all these pockets are for, tictacs?

"-What, now?"

"Yes, now."

Shedding your blue light glasses, you tisk away your trepidation, "You were gonna make me use ‘em anyway."

"Cry me a river. Oh wait– you can't, cuz you don’t listen to your own frickin’ eyelids. Now c'mon, don't be difficult, dummy -look that way- dammit, do you ever blink..."

He kept your jaw up gently at first, knowing he’d likely have to borderline hold your entire throat in place when you blinked like mad and flail back after just one squeeze.

You’d figured out a little trick by looking off into the corner of a room to help with the anticipation; Katsuki even used to make you count down to ‘zero’- only to execute the drops early, as a psych-out. You knew all the tactics now, so little worked to distract you, but whether he had to pull out all the stops or not, you still hated this process.

Katsuki snarked through this little task with the bottle’s topper wedged between his teeth.The drops’ sting fortunately did lessen and give way to some cooling relief once he capped it again. Unsurprisingly, he sassed that you shouldn't wipe it all off, but he did take a surprisingly gentle touch at swiping away the excess from your lashline and cheeks for you. With more blinks, you were happy to give him a little apologetic smile.

"What do we say?" Katsuki purred with a smirk.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you Lord Explosion Murder God, Dynamight, the Ultimate and Benevo-"

Stocked up with your praises, Katsuki kisses you: gentle in entry, but with a passionate tongue to shut you up.

"You're welcome,” he nudged noses with you, “-now come cuddle your murder god before you and I both pass out."

By his count, you’ve got two and a half hours before you need to scoot on out the door. He compromised on your cram time to an even twenty minutes to finish your report, fully confident you’ll be just fine with what you turn in. You’ll give him another sleepy kiss before he settles back into bed, you’ll take your dinner to-go, and he’ll take care of the rest of the chores around the apartment when he wakes up. May not love these wacky arrangements, Katsuki thinks, but the payoff will be more than worth it come Monday.

He’s a hero; he can handle a few nights without you nestled in as his personal weighted blanket. For now, a quick cat-nap will do– for both of you.

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izvmimi · 9 months ago

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cw: fluff. pop star!bakugou. prior breakup mention. based on the story behind the eyes, nose, lips mv, iykyk.

Even if you guys are closer than can be, your friends are typically more likely to text before they call, especially at this time of night, and less likely are they to accost you in a sudden video call the way they are now. You were asleep, just by stroke of luck waking up to the sound of your phone vibrating on your end table, too exhausted to put your phone on Do Not Disturb. It’s just a few minutes after midnight, 12:06 am to be exact, and when you pick up the phone, both of them appear frantic.

“Oh, thank God.”

“___, please tell me you’re away from a phone right now.”

“Dumbass, we’re literally calling her on the phone right now.”

“Don’t call me a dumbass.”

Still rubbing your eyes, you let out a sigh.

“Why did you two call me?” You’re still horizontal, trying to orient yourself while lowering your phone brightness. It’s entirely dark in your room, and you’ve been exhausted all day between errands and other activities, including a single 25 minute cry over your failed relationship.

It’s been 3 months since you and Katsuki split, and while you’ve overall been handling it quite well, intermittently the sadness overtakes you. After all, it was abrupt.

Dating a pop star was not all it’s cracked up to be, especially when it ends abruptly over a dinner you could never afford yourself with the words “take care of yourself, okay?” from a man you’d planned the rest of your life with. The last thing you’d asked him to do before that was to go public, and he’d been hesitant to, and you don’t know what happened between then and that night, because it all ended all too quickly, with you crying on the limo ride home.

3 months later and you were almost over it until you chanced on a photo you’d forgotten to hide away in your digital memoirs and proceeded to sob.

“So uh… have you spoken to Katshole recently?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname your friend has given him, not bothering to tell her now to be nice. “No.”

It still annoys you. “Please stop calling him that.”

“Fine.”

Your other friend sighs.

“So uh, anyway, he dropped a video.” You raise your eyebrow.

“I mean, sure. Is the girl in it hot?” you ask. You pretend you haven’t been looking at his social media intermittently, trying to see if there was someone new in his life, but either way Katsuki prided himself on keeping his private life hidden away, so you wouldn’t be able to tell unless it was someone equally famous or advantageous to his career.

Your two friends both grimace at the same time. One says, “I mean yes, but not in the way you think.”

You blink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re up and seated now, bedsheets pulled to your lap. You’ve minimized the video and are now typing his name into Google, and can see, indisputably, that he’s posted a new music video.

“Why did you guys wake me up for this?”

“Babe, listen to me carefully. If you’re not ready to get back together, do not click this video.”

Your heart thumps, while both of your friends watch you with bated breath, as your face contorts, trying to figure out what that means.

“I-”

“You’re in the video.”

You blink rapidly, your eyebrows still furrowed together, as your heart rate starts to pick up. Your mouth opens then closes.

You’re in the video.

“She’s done for,” one of your friends says, reading the look on your face, and sighs. “I’m gonna hang up, I’ll see you in the morning.”

All of you say your goodnights, and of course, you remain up, your face basking in the blue light of your cell phone, as you watch Katsuki’s urgent music video supposedly with you in it.

The video culminates in Katsuki, standing by a painted mural, and you recognize the photo, an image of your face from the first time he flew you out to paint in Italy, something that would have won any girl over just from the expense and planning, but won you over because he chose you as his model, because you can still remember how his lips parted as he mixed the right colors for your hair.

I’m sorry, please pick up my call, the video closes with the words written in his handwriting, and said with his voice, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face as you wordlessly cry.

And then your phone rings.

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— You Look Good Baby

Bakugo x Black! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend is your biggest hype man, and takes more pride in you than he does himself.

TW: Swearing

⇶ When you’re dating the Katsuki Bakugo, rest assured that he will make it his personal mission that you have just as much confidence as him, if not more

⇶ There will simply be no room for insecurities in your relationship when he has enough confidence for the both of you

⇶ Contrary to what most people think, Katsuki holds you in a much higher regard than himself

⇶ If there is anything he worships besides himself, it’s the ground you walk on

⇶ He hardly even calls you by your name, only ever “beautiful,” “gorgeous,” “angel,” “dollface,” and the occasional “sexy.”

⇶ Does nothing but compliment you, even doing so silently, with the way he ogles you making your heart stop in the best way possible

“K, c’mere and look at this dress real quick,” you call out to your husband as you twist to and fro in front of your mirror.

While your boyfriend isn’t the best in his personal clothing choices, or at least he wasn’t before you got together, he’s shockingly the best person to ask for clothing advice.

“Should I return this and just wear my other dress to the party? I don’t like the way it fits me,” you asked him as you spun around to face him.

If you didn’t know any better, you would say the look he gave you was one of disgust.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about? You look incredible,” he snarls.

Spinning you by your waist in the mirror with one hand, he uses his other to make your gaze meet your reflection.

“What’s not to like when you’re so damn perfect, huh?” Katsuki asks, while pressing kisses on your jaw and down to your collarbone.

Between kisses, he tells you everything he loves about how the dress looks on you while his fingers dance in the curls at the base of your neck. How the color makes your skin glow, how it fits your body so well, how you make the dress look good and not the other way around.

You can only whine in response, letting his words combat all the negative thoughts you had before.

“You look good baby, don’t worry your pretty little head,” he assures you, placing one final kiss on your lips.

“Thank you ‘Suki,” you huff in a bated breath.

“Don’t say thank you, say I know.”

⇶ If you didn’t already have a big head before dating Katsuki, you will after.

⇶ If he weren’t your boyfriend, his behavior wouldn’t be something you’d expect from him in a romantic relationship

⇶ Somehow manages to use his massive ego to build yours

⇶ He’ll always take a compliment from you, hell, he takes compliments from anyone, but coming from anyone else he only ever answers with some form of “I know.”

⇶ But when it comes from you, he always flips it back on you

⇶ You call him pretty, but he’ll always remind you that you’re prettier

⇶ You tell him he smells good and he’ll tell you that he’s ready to eat you up

⇶ You like his new shirt, but whatever you have on is better. You could be naked and it’d still be better.

⇶ When you’re dating someone as great as Katsuki Bakugo, it’s hard not to get a big head when you’re somehow always better than the “best person to ever exist,” (his words)

⇶ Shows you off in public, almost parading you around in front of paparazzi and at large events

⇶ And even on the rare instances that you’re not dangling off his arm, the only time he interacts with interviewers is when he gets the chance to talk about you

Katsuki had barely even walked halfway on the red carpet before getting annoyed.

The endless noise of press hounding him with questions, the bright flashes of cameras, and hands that have been god knows where reaching over the barrier, attempting to touch him.

He’s never been one to care much about his public appearances, and eventually stopped caring to answering questions as they almost never interested him.

But there was always a certain topic he couldn’t help but indulge in.

“Dynamight! Y/n hasn’t been with you at your last few events, fans are dying to know— have the two of you split?” An interviewer asked.

The crowd erupted into chatter and gossip at the question. From shocked gasps to fan girls hoping they’re getting their chance, Katsuki could do nothing more than roll his eyes.

As much as he hated to entertain such a nonsensical question, how could he pass up the opportunity to talk about you? And even worse, how could he let them think you were anything less than together?

“Split?” He chuckled. “Far from it. The wife’s at home watchin’, she just wasn’t feelin’ it tonight.”

⇶ Regardless of how long you’ve actually been together, you’ve always been and always will be Katsuki’s wife

⇶ He does plan to actually marry you one day, of course, but ever since you first got together you were as good as married

⇶ He’s instilled it so heavily that even the public forgets the two of you aren’t actually married

⇶ You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve seen “Pro Hero Dynamight’s Wife” in headlines to refer to you

⇶ And of course there’s the occasional, ‘Y/n Bakugo’ that will be written into articles as your attribution

⇶ While they often get changed by the publishers for credibility and accuracy purposes, Katsuki can’t help but relish in the thought of the day that you take his last name

“‘Y/n Bakugo Steals Spotlight From Hero Husband Dynamight in Custom Versace Dress at the Annual Hero Gala,’” you read out to Katsuki, who sits next to you on the couch.

“S’not really stealin’ spotlight if it was always on you,” he chimes, looking over to read the headline himself.

“Easy for you to say when you know everyone is there for you,” you said, playfully pouting your glossy lips.

“Yeah right, meanwhile it’s your name plastered on the headline,” he retorted, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Well technically it’s not my name,” you corrected.

Katsuki pulled back from you, as if you’d just slapped him or done something in the highest offense.

“Huh? The fuck do you mean it’s not your name?” He scoffed.

“Well I’m not a Bakugo, Katsuki,” you raised an eyebrow, confused by his defensiveness.

Katsuki kissed his teeth, and sighed in blatant defeat before perking up again.

“Guess we’re gonna have to fix that, huh?” He grinned.

Effortlessly scooping you into his arms, he held you in a tight embrace, making you squeal as a he peppered kisses all over your face and neck.

“I’m just gonna have to put a fuckin’ boulder on your finger, buy you the dress of your dreams, then make sure I get you the wedding of the century, yeah? Can’t have you walkin’ around sayin’ that’s not your name,” he punctuated his words with a suffocating kiss to your mouth, making dramatic and board line gross kissing noises for effect.

“Katsuki Bakugo, you have 5 seconds to put me down ‘fore I put my hands on you!” You laughed, breathlessly pulling away from the kiss.

“Or what, Y/n Bakugo?” Placing a rough kiss to your cheek. “That sounds good doesn’t it? Y/n Bakugo. Wonder how our kids’ names would s—”

“Katsuki!”

⇶ If Katsuki could get paid to take pride in you, he wouldn’t even need to do hero work anymore

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