#Katsuki x Reader

[siennasfantasies]

Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

share my world

synopsis : your boyfriend has a weird little habit of squeezing your fingers. and, naturally, he won't tell you why.

an. i make a stupid "you cant just say perchance" joke here bc i think its very funny. it's corny, so beware!

"so, are we ever gonna talk about this ?"

if katsuki is startled by the fact that you're awake, he barely let's it show besides the way his eyes widen just slightly in the darkness of the room, you're eyes have adjusted enough thanks to the light of the moon peeking through the curtains.

"gonna talk about what ?" he asks sluggishly, eyes drifting downward towards your hands again. or more specifically your fingers.

"talk about why you keep squeezing my fingers when you think i don't notice ?" you explain. katsuki takes about ten seconds to respond. his eyes dart to you when you finish talking. when he looks away again he squints and squeezes your finger with his thumb and pointer almost by reflex.

"s'not like i'm trynna be sneaky.."

you realise he's trying to weasel his way out of your question with a vague answer, so you insist. "and it's always my ring finger too, is it like crooked or something ?" you joke. that rewards you with a huff of laughter from your boyfriend, who squeezes your ring finger tight.

"yeah, m'trynna—set your shit straight." he groans, pretending to struggle as you whine in discomfort. trying to wiggle your finger out of his grip.

when he grants you some mercy and loosens up (still not letting go) he speaks again "if it bothers you so bad why didn't ya say nothin' ?"

"doesn't bother me, perchance.. just wanna know what the big deal is." you reassure, shrugging deeper into his sheets.

he raises an eyebrow holding back a smile "ya can't just say perchance, moron." you stick your tongue out at him as you laugh "that's the joke, asswipe. now quit dodging the question !" you snark, he squeezes your nose in retaliation.

he grunts, looking around the room for anything to save him from talking. he groans when he doesn't find anything.

"i just—it's—i just—do it cuz' i wanna, that a problem ?" he stutters defensively. you roll your eyes, squeezing his nose back, chuckling when he dashes away and glares like you'd smacked him.

"of course not, suki."

"good. quit interrogating me then."

you roll your eyes with a sigh, knowing this is the most you'll get out of your cryptic boyfriend. "that's gonna make me even more curious, y'know ?"

"tough luck. guess y'r just gonna have to live with that. 'night." he settles, and the bastard actually closes his eyes, pulling you closer like his personal plushie. you push at his shoulder "dick." you mutter, he chuckles quietly.

and yeah, you guess you are gonna have to live with that, until you forget about it that is. only for you to remember again and ask him this exact question again and though you're being patient for now, katsuki knows that sooner or later you'll get restless. always so damn impatient, he thinks to himself.

well, not like he could say much, but he'll keep that thought to himself.

and he's being pretty patient right now, he thinks. squeezing your ring finger tight when he realises your breathing has slowed and you'd fallen asleep. he rubs at the spot where he hopes, he prays, you'll allow him to put a ring on soon.

you were just going to have to live with this for a little bit longer in the meantime.

[socialobligation]

boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo

texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11

[tokeposts]

𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

pairing: husband!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, light angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, emotional argument, established relationship

notes: the start of the katsuki fics for his bday aka toke letting the drafts free 💋

516 | your first argument as a married couple is entirely different and yet somehow still completely the same

Katsuki doesn't let either of you go to bed upset. After an argument, you storm back into your shared bedroom at 11 PM, fully expecting him to be asleep, but he’s not. He’s there, sitting against the headboard, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows over the hard lines of his body. His chin rests against his hand, fingers pressed into his check like they’re the only thing keeping him wake. His crimson eyes find yours, tired and unreadable, lingering on you in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Finally ready to talk?” he asks, voice low and rough, as though he hasn’t spoken in hours. As if your name’s been sitting on the edge of his throat all night, waiting for the moment you’d come back.

You swallow hard, shoulders tense. You want to be angry still, want to cling to the pride that made you storm away in the first place. But the way he looks at you, baggy-eyed, distant, but not cruel. It breaks down whatever resentment you had left and for a fleeting moment you think it is unfair.

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” you say softly, eyes darting away like you’re ashamed, like part of you wanted him to chase after you when you stormed out of this room hours before.

He exhales through his nose, shifting just slightly. “Of course I am. What kinda man do you think I am?”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. Not because they’re harsh, but because they’re honest. Blunt. Him.

You move slowly, like your body’s still unsure, and he watches you the whole time. Never pushing, never rushing, just waiting. And when you finally cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the tension in his frame start to ease.

“I hate fighting with you,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. Arms reflexively wrapped round your frame.

“I hate fighting with you,” he says immediately, voice thick with something that makes your throat tighten. You feel. the bed shift and his heat radiated behind you. “But I’ll do it if it means we get better. If it means we don’t let this shit sit between us like poison.”

His hands brush your elbow first. A reminder. He rubs at your skin and something inside you aches. Your smaller hands find his without thinking, fingers brushing together. He grips you gently, just enough to let you know he’s still here, still yours, no matter what.

You don’t apologize with words. Not yet. You both will…. eventually. But for now, in the quiet of your shared bedroom, under the soft glow of the lamp and the quiet buzz of forgiveness hanging in the air, you let him pull you close.

He presses his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. Crimson eyes hidden.

“No goin’ to bed mad, remember?” he murmurs. “That was the deal.”

And you nod. Because when it comes to love, his love, it’s not about being right.

It’s about coming back.

Always.

[writeriguess]

Hiii i literally love ur work, could i possibly request a katsuki x healer reader where the reader is absolutely oblivious to the special treatment she gets from him? Something like she comes back from the nurses office and says shes hungry and Katsuki grumpily goes to make her some food and the ithers are like ?!?!?!

Unspoken Care

You shuffle back into the common area of the dorms, rubbing your sore shoulder absentmindedly. Recovery Girl had worked her magic, but healing still took a toll on you. The moment you step in, the usual chaos of Class 1-A greets you—Mina and Denki bickering over some game, Todoroki reading quietly, and Iida lecturing Sero about proper posture while eating.

“Back already?” Kirishima grins, noticing you first. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, just a little drained,” you sigh, plopping onto the couch. “And kinda hungry…”

Before anyone can react, Bakugo, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, immediately pushes himself up. “Tch. Idiot,” he mutters before stomping toward the fridge.

The room goes silent.

Kirishima blinks. “Wait.”

Sero tilts his head. “Hold on.”

Mina’s jaw drops. “Did… did he just—?”

You don’t even notice the way the whole room stares in shock as Bakugo starts rummaging through the fridge, pulling out ingredients. His expression is as scowling as ever, but his movements are decisive, purposeful.

“Uh…” You tilt your head. “Bakugo?”

“What?” he snaps, not looking at you.

You blink. “What are you doing?”

He slams a pan onto the stove. “Making you food, dumbass. What does it look like?”

Another round of stunned silence. Denki, who had been sipping his drink, chokes on it. “What the hell?”

You, completely oblivious, just nod. “Oh. Thanks!”

Mina grabs your arm, eyes wide. “Girl.”

You blink at her. “What?”

Sero gestures wildly at Bakugo, who’s already chopping vegetables with practiced ease. “Since when does he just, y’know, cook for people?”

“He’s always liked cooking,” you say, shrugging.

“That’s not the point!” Kirishima waves his hands dramatically. “The point is, he’s doing it for you.”

You frown in confusion. “Yeah, because I said I was hungry?”

Everyone collectively groans. Even Todoroki looks slightly amused.

“Bro,” Denki says, rubbing his temples. “Bakugo never just makes food for people when they say they’re hungry.”

“He’s done it for me before,” Kirishima tries to argue, but Mina shoots him a look.

“No, he’s shared food with you. That’s different.” She turns back to you, eyes practically sparkling. “You’re getting the special treatment.”

You tilt your head, not understanding. “Huh?”

Kirishima leans forward. “He likes you, dumbass.”

Bakugo stiffens at the stove, grip tightening on the spatula. “The hell did you just say, Shitty Hair?”

“See?! He’s getting defensive!” Sero points, grinning.

You stare at Bakugo, the gears in your head turning at a snail’s pace. “Wait…”

Mina grabs your shoulders. “Don’t you get it? This is like, rom-com level affection! He’s totally into you!”

Your face heats up. “N-No way, he’s just—”

Bakugo suddenly turns, face red, and shoves a plate into your hands. “Eat, dumbass,” he grumbles, looking away.

You blink down at the perfectly plated food—warm, steaming, obviously made with care.

Kirishima leans closer. “He even arranged it nicely. Dude, just confess already.”

Bakugo grabs a dish towel and whips it at Kirishima’s head. “Shut the hell up!”

Everyone bursts into laughter while you stare at the plate, heart pounding. Maybe—just maybe—they had a point.

[kateschi]

don't make it weird

synopsis: you fix things. he breaks things. somehow, this feels like the beginning of a very complicated maintenance schedule.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!support!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: i CAN'T with this man i love him

the door slams open hard enough to rattle the tools hanging on the wall.

you don’t look up right away.

mostly because you’re elbow-deep in the exposed wiring of a damaged support item, but also because you’ve worked in this repair shop long enough to recognize the type.

heavy boots thud against the worn floor. there’s the distinct scent of burnt fabric, metal, and something sharper—nitroglycerin.

it’s a pro hero. and a pissed-off one, by the sound of it.

“oi.”

you sigh, wiping your forehead with the back of your wrist before finally glancing up.

and there he is—bakugou katsuki, standing in the middle of your shop like he owns the place, shoulders squared, posture tense.

he’s still in his full hero gear, minus the gauntlets, which he holds in one hand.

they’re charred, the inner mechanisms partially exposed, the reinforced metal plating dented in places you’re not sure should even be possible.

he shoves them onto the counter with a thud, red eyes locked onto yours.

“can you fix ‘em?”

you lean back against your workbench, wiping grease-streaked hands on your coveralls as you take him in fully.

he’s scowling like someone just insulted his entire bloodline, arms tense, jaw set. there’s a thin cut just above his brow, a smear of soot along his cheekbone.

you doubt he even noticed.

you, on the other hand, are just exhausted.

“you’re bakugou, right?”

his eye twitches. “obviously.”

“then you should know your gauntlets aren’t exactly easy to repair.” you tilt your head, dragging your fingers over the jagged edges of the damage. “who worked on ‘em before?”

bakugou crosses his arms. “support team at my agency.”

“uh-huh. and they kicked you out, didn’t they?”

a muscle ticks in his jaw, which is all the confirmation you need.

you exhale sharply through your nose, finally pulling his gloves toward you for a closer look. the weight is familiar in your hands, but the extent of the damage isn’t something you see every day.

“gonna take a while,” you tell him, rolling your shoulders before reaching for your tools. “come back in a few days.”

bakugou scoffs, a sharp, irritated sound. “the hell kinda shop is this? don’t you people do rush orders?”

“I do if I like the customer.” you flash a too-sweet smile, tapping a finger against the metal casing. “you’re not there yet.”

his scowl deepens, fingers twitching at his sides. for a second, you think he’s going to argue, but then he just clicks his tongue and turns on his heel.

the door slams behind him.

you shrug and get to work.

two days later, the bell above the shop door jingles violently, more from force than necessity. the entrance swings open with enough momentum that it nearly slams against the wall.

you don’t bother looking up because you already know who it is.

heavy bootsteps echo across the floor, purposeful and impatient.

the smell of burnt fabric and faint nitroglycerin lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of oil and metal shavings.

you keep your eyes on your workbench.

“shop’s closed,” you say, voice even, fingers steady as you adjust the wiring on a half-repaired gauntlet.

“don’t care.”

of course he doesn’t.

you finally glance up, finding bakugou katsuki standing in the middle of your shop like he owns the place. his gauntlets—still charred, still in desperate need of repair—hang at his sides.

his eyes are locked onto you.

you nod toward the stool in the corner. “sit there and shut up.”

he grumbles something under his breath—probably about your damn attitude—but he listens, dropping onto the stool with a barely contained huff.

you feel him before you see him. it’s like sitting next to a live wire.

he’s not a man built for stillness, and it shows—the way his fingers drum impatiently against his thigh, the restless flex of his arms, the slight bounce of his knee.

minutes stretch between you, the only sounds filling the room being the quiet hum of machines and the precise clicks of your tools.

then—

“how the hell did you end up doin’ this anyway?”

you pause, fingers tightening around a wrench before shifting slightly to glance at him over your shoulder.

“you mean fixing broken things for stubborn heroes?”

his eye twitches. “s’not what I meant.”

a lazy shrug. “I like making things. always have. didn’t wanna be a hero, but I still wanted to help.”

bakugou hums lowly, head tilting slightly, like he’s actually thinking about it.

which is impressive, considering patience isn’t exactly his strong suit.

another stretch of silence follows, longer this time.

then—

“they done?”

you click your tongue. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

the words spill out before your brain catches up.

and the moment they do—

you freeze.

across the room, bakugou stiffens like a live grenade, head snapping toward you so fast you half expect to hear a crack. his eyes widen, flickering with something unreadable—shock, maybe? amusement?

you’re not looking close enough to find out.

you clear your throat, face heating. “I meant your gloves are cute. functional. whatever.”

a slow shift.

his lips curve, the corners twitching upward into something dangerous, something smug.

“you think I’m cute?”

“no.”

he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, amusement flickering behind his eyes. “you just said—”

“I said the gloves—”

“uh-huh.”

“shut up.”

his smirk widens, but—for once—he doesn’t push further.

and when you finally hand over his gloves, he flexes his fingers, testing the fit, and grunts.

“not bad.”

which, coming from him, might as well be high praise.

he keeps coming back after that.

sometimes his gauntlets are actually broken. other times, you’re almost positive he just finds an excuse to show up.

a busted strap here, a dent there—things that a hero like him could fix himself if he really wanted to. but he doesn’t. instead, he plants himself in your shop, arms crossed, shoulders squared like he belongs there.

you don’t call him out on it.

mostly because it’s kind of nice having him around.

not that you’d admit it.

one afternoon, he leans against your counter, his weight making it creak slightly under him.

his arms are crossed, biceps straining against the fabric of his black tee, and his gaze is unreadable—steady, but not as sharp as usual.

like he’s thinking too much about something.

“oi.” his voice cuts through the quiet hum of your workspace. “you ever take breaks?”

you blink up at him from behind the goggles perched on your head, adjusting the strap absentmindedly. “what?”

“you’re always here.” his brows pull together slightly, a crease forming between them. he looks almost… annoyed. “you ever get out?”

you snort, grabbing a screwdriver and turning back to your work. “and do what? go on a date?”

there’s a pause.

a long one.

the air shifts, charged in a way that makes your fingers tighten around the tool in your hand.

you frown, glancing up just in time to catch the way his jaw clenches.

his gaze flickers across your face, something unreadable swirling in his red eyes before he schools his expression again.

“…you got a problem with that?”

you arch a brow, waiting, watching. “you got a problem if I do?”

his scowl deepens, and his weight shifts slightly, like he’s uncomfortable. his fingers flex against his bicep, a sign of irritation—or hesitation, maybe.

“no. just figured you’d be too busy fixin’ shit for idiots heroes.”

you tilt your head, smirking slightly. “so you admit you’re an idiot?”

he clicks his tongue, sharp and quick. “I am not one of them. plus, that ain’t the damn point.”

“then what is the point, bakugou?”

his gaze snaps back to yours.

there’s something behind his eyes now—determined, stubborn, a little reckless. his lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but he hesitates, just for a fraction of a second.

and then—

“you got plans tonight?”

your brain short-circuits.

you open your mouth, then close it, blinking. “you asking me on a date?”

he exhales sharply, like he’s already regretting this, like you’re the one making things complicated. “I’m askin’ if you wanna grab dinner. don’t make it weird.”

you stare at him for a second, screwdriver still clutched in your hand, the weight of his words settling in the small space between you.

it’s not exactly romantic.

but, somehow, it’s so him.

your lips twitch, amusement bubbling up despite the way your heart has decided to trip over itself. “alright, dynamight. you’re paying.”

bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes, but there’s something almost…relieved in the way his shoulders relax a fraction. “yeah, yeah. hurry up.”

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do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[antiwhores]

Rough and Fragile -

Bakugou x reader

Content: rough sex (hair pulling, biting, spanking, etc), SMUT!

Bakugou has fantasies of how aggressive he’d fuck you. The only problem is that he doesn’t want to hurt you… but what if you wanted to be hurt?

——

Its really hard for Bakugou to hold back for the first few times he fucks you.

Well, “fucks you” is an incorrect way to put it. It’s slow sex. Society would call it “making love”. It’s difficult to understand. Fucking can mean making love, but it can also mean just… fucking? Making love can mean fucking but it also means it’s filled with love.

That doesn’t too much matter to him. The only thing that matters is that he doesn’t hurt you.

Bakugou is, as we all know, a strong man. You, being a regular and not physically trained individual, are delicate to him. He sees you as fragile. He doesn’t want to break the most important part of his life.

That means that he has to hold back his urges to pull your hair, slam into you rough, slap your ass, bite you, and overall leave marks on your skin. He knows that it’s fucked up that he wants to hurt you. That’s why he doesn’t. And if that’s what it takes to keep you, then he’s willing to keep himself in check for the rest of his life.

But fuck, it’s probably the hardest thing he’s ever done.

He grits his teeth as he carefully moves his hips to connect with your pussy. His strokes are calculated, careful not to scare you but not careful enough to make it seem like he’s holding back.

It’s been a particularly hard day for him. His day off alined with yours so he got to wake up next to you. It was hard to leave you to go indulge in his morning workout. He had gotten back anxious to touch you. Busy schedules made sex impossible.

Due to his terrible luck, you were gone when he got back. He now remembers that you had to go grab some groceries with your spare time. You could’ve at least took him with you!

The day was full of turns of events. He waited for you to come back but eventually got bored. He took a quick walk around the neighborhood and when he got back you were in the shower. Just before you got out, he got a call from his agency reminding him of his schedule tomorrow. He got off the phone fifteen minutes later and immediately rushed to the bedroom to see you. You were in the bed snoring. He sighed and went to take a shower too since he was caked in sweat from his work out. He got out thirty minutes later to an empty bed. Turns out you had gone to get some soil for the plants.

When you two finally saw each other, it didn’t take long before you were below him.

He catches himself gripping you too hard due to a squeeze of your walls. He had to slow down, taking deep breaths in hopes to calm himself.

Unfortunately, today had him pent up to where he was loosing control.

He didn’t even notice when his hand had gripped your hair and pulled. He buried his face into your neck and started to speed up. He grabbed your hips and let off little pops from his palms. The smell of you distracted him from his vows. He was climbing his high better than ever before.

He finally snapped out of it when he felt your hands scrape his back. He stilled, his heart dropping.

It was over. Now you’d be scared of him and never talk to him again. His awful fantasies will drive you to move on to a guy that doesn’t want to hurt you while fucking you hard.

He hesitated while trying to find the proper words to apologize. You spoke first.

“What’s wrong?”

He was stunned. You weren’t freaked out?

“I just…”

He grit his teeth at his voice. He sounded desperate, whiny.

“Why’d you stop? Did I do something?”

The anxious look on your face wasn’t directed towards him, but to yourself. You had thought that you hadn’t reacted good enough. Were you not supposed to moan as loud as you did? Were you even supposed to like it?

“What? No. I just-“

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird-“

“You weren’t weird! It’s my fault. I just lost control.”

Your face fixed into a puzzled expression.

“What?”

He sighed.

“I want to hurt you. I want to fuck you rough, handle you rough. I don’t know why. I just want to ruin your hair and make marks all over your body. I’ve been holding back because I don’t want to see you in more pain than pleasure. I promise to never do it again if you give me another chance. I’m sorry, y/n.”

He was prepared for you to push him off. He looked for the inevitable terrified expression. A wince left him when you removed your hands for his shoulders.

He wasn’t expecting you to cup his face in your palms. You gently kiss his nose, your fingers trailing to glide down his abdomen.

“What if I want to be hurt?”

He doesn’t much remember what happened after that. He figures that he pounced on you, fucking you as rough as he’d dreamed of.

Your moans were louder than ever before. You were restrained by your wrists with his right hand. The other one pulled brutally at your hair. His cock abused your hole, ensuring you’d have a hard time walking tomorrow.

Every thrust had him gritting his teeth whilst your eyes fluttered. He unrestrained your hands while his travelled down to your ass, giving it a good slap. You moaned in confirmation so he slapped you again, this time adding some sparks.

Your nails dragged against his skin, surely leaving red marks. He’s never felt better, you agreed completely. You begged for him as you felt your high approaching. He felt his too, getting rougher by the second.

You let out a drawn out whine as you came, fingers pulling at his hair. The tightness of your orgasm against his cock immediately hit him with his own. He was attacked so suddenly that he had to bite into your shoulder to cope with the intense pleasure. A groan came from deep inside his chest as he filled your hole with cum.

His shaking stopped just after yours. He let the tension go when you relaxed. He felt the taste of iron in his mouth from the bite. Licking his lips with a smirk, he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Too rough for ya?”

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes.

“I can take whatever you give me and you know it!”

You weren’t the fragile girl he thought you were.

[windyremedy]

title: stressful shenanigans 💥

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: your husband’s reaction when your child tells you to “shut up” wasn’t what you expected.

Keitaro Bakugou had always been a troublesome child but not in the way that others might assume. Yes appearance wise he’s practically a carbon copy of his father and yes he’s loud and confident as well but he’s also very much like his mother, mischievous. So when you brought up the idea of pranking his father he was all in.

While you two were plotting, your dear husband was with your youngest and oldest boys. All sat around the living room enjoying each others presence with him reading a book (yes with glasses) and your children playing a co-op video game.

The plan you two came up with was that he would tell you shut up when you nagged him about his chores or something. It was actually your idea to do this one in particular since you saw it circling around TikTok awhile ago. So he shouldn’t know about the trend but then again he wouldn’t have known anyways since he doesn’t really use the app. Kei was a lot more hesitant in executing this plan not necessarily worried about his dad’s reaction but more so on how you’d feel. But after you explained to him that you know it’s not malicious in any way he agreed.

So to set the scene he stormed out the door, putting more pressure in his steps basically stomping downstairs.

“I SAID I’LL DO IT LATER!!!” he yelled out loud immediately capturing the attention of his brothers and father.

The oldest, Ryuu, looked at him with pure judgement as Kei glared or tried to at your crossed arms figure. Takeshi the youngest had a confused expression, and Katsuki although was astonished at the audacity of Kei’s attitude (as if he wouldn’t have gotten it from him if it’s the case) was mostly wondering why he was shouting at you when out of the three brats he was the most mama’s boy there was.

“Kei I’m telling you to clean your room now.” you said with finality in your tone.

“So what? It’s my room I’ll clean it when I want to.” he groaned turning around.

At that Katsuki had already closed his book and stood up ready to intervene.

“You need to listen to me Kei—“

“Can you just shut up already!” he shouts raising his voice in a manner he doesn’t ever typically reach if at all.

Then a deafening silence echoes throughout the usually loud household with Ryuu gripping onto his controller looking like he wanted to knock some sense into his brother and Takeshi’s eyes widening as his mouth hung slightly open at the disrespect being displayed. On the other hand Katsuki seemed to shift to his pro hero mode, serious and unwavering purpose to set things right.

“Keitaro Bakugou I know you did not just shout at your mother like that.” he spoke firmly, devoided of its usual warmth.

He stalked closer to the unmoving boy. “—that’s your room right? well this is our house and if you want to keep living here I suggest you apologize to your mother right now—“

Before he could scold Kei any further you stepped in placing a hand around his abdomen.

“Wait! wait— Kats he’s just joking, we’re just joking.” you intervened now fully hugging his side as your accomplice gives him a nervous grin.

Ever so clever Katsuki immediately connected the dots, just exasperated at both your antics.

“You two are gonna be the death of me.” returning your hug and affectionally grabbing Kei around the neck to join.

“I should’ve known, Kei’s bad at acting.” Ryuu mentions from behind as Takeshi nods in agreement.

“Yeah, he’s also bad at Minecraft.”

Having heard that Kei threw his head up from his parents arms, trying to defend himself while recoinciling with his father.

“The creeper crept up on me!”

“Oh really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” Ryuu sarcastically answered.

As the three kids continued to argue or well— two oldest as the youngest one encourages the feud. Bakugou broke off from the hug and put Kei with the other two on the couch. Noticing their father’s disapproval at their little quarrel they quieted down.

“You three should know better than to argue with us infront of you. As punishment you’re gonna go to your grandparents tonight.”

The trio blinked up at him in confusion. They’d always argue at times even when you two were around and never got this so called penalty.

“How is that a punishment?” Kei asked in genuine perplexity.

“Well it ain’t really so much for you, m’ just gonna have a long talk with your mother tonight. Can’t have her encouraging this kinda behavior.” he fauxed a grave appearance as he glanced at you with a different intention unknown to the boys.

Oh you were in for it now.

You are so fucked.

©windyremedy

[becertainlust]

Bakugo katsuki refusing to fuck his incredibky horny pregnant wife because he's afraid the strain would hurt her, so he eats her out and fingers her like it's all he's ever known instead?

UNDONE | Bakugo Katsuki

Pairing: Husband! Bakugo x Pregnant ! Reader

Content: Smut.

It starts with a dream.

No—several dreams.

Every night this week, you’ve woken up throbbing, flushed, and wet beneath the sheets, aching for something your husband refuses to give you. Not out of cruelty—but out of caution. He’s been cautious ever since your bump started to show. Ever since his eyes landed on your swollen belly and something primal, protective, and deeply stubborn took over.

You don’t blame him. Not entirely.

But it doesn’t stop your body from burning for him.

You can’t help it—the dreams, the fantasies, the slow grinding of your thighs against the pillow after he leaves the bed in the morning. It’s gotten to the point where just hearing his voice, raspy and low from sleep, has you clenching around nothing. Even now, as you step into the steamy bathroom and peel off your shirt, your nipples pebble from the memory of his mouth. From imagining what it would feel like if he just stopped holding back.

You let out a soft, frustrated sigh.

Your body has never felt more sensitive. Or more neglected.

“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice rumbles from the hallway, breaking your haze. “You need help in there?”

You freeze with your hands on your shorts. Shit.

“No,” you call out quickly, maybe a little too sharply. “I’m fine.”

There’s a pause. You can hear it—the way he hesitates like he knows something’s off. But you step into the shower anyway, shutting the glass door behind you before he can poke his head in.

You don’t want him to see the frustration painted across your face. Or the way your thighs are rubbing together again. Or how your eyes sting a little because you just want your husband to touch you—not like you're fragile, not like you're breakable, but like you're still his.

You rest your head against the tile, hot water cascading down your back, and sigh through your nose.

He’d turned you down again last night. Gentle about it, sure. Pulling you close in bed, holding you like glass, but still shaking his head with that stubborn tone you’ve come to hate.

“Not right now, baby. Not like this.”

You hadn’t said anything back. Just turn over and let him spoon you, hiding the tears of frustration behind slow breathing and a tight throat.

Baths on your own have been lonely. Everyday you would waddle in and waddle out, you’ve made up your mind to just deal with it. Get dressed, keep quiet, stop pushing. You wrap the towel around your chest and start to waddle back into the bedroom—only to find Katsuki standing there, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

His eyes sweep over you. Slowly. Too slowly.

“Thought you said you were fine.”

“I was,” you mumble, tightening the towel more securely around you. “Didn’t need help.”

Katsuki doesn’t answer right away. He just studies you like a puzzle, eyes lingering on your flushed cheeks, the way you won’t quite meet his gaze.

“You’re pissed,” he mutters finally.

You shrug, heading toward your dresser. “I’m not. Just tired.”

“The hell you’re not,” he snaps gently, following behind you. “You’ve been actin’ weird all damn week. You barely looked at me this morning.”

"Katsuki!" wow you shouted, clutching your wardrobe doors closing your eyes before taking in a breath. “Maybe I’m just trying not to get turned down again,” you mutter under your breath.

Silence.

When you glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there—still watching, but now his expression has shifted. His jaw is tight. Not from anger. From realization.

You turn away again, trying to ignore the heat in your face. “Forget it.”

But Katsuki doesn’t let it slide. Not when it comes to you.

In two strides, he’s behind you, hand wrapping gently around your wrist to stop you from walking away again. “You think I don’t want you?” he asks, voice low, dangerous in the way it always gets before he does something intense.

You swallow, but say nothing.

“Fuckin' Look at me.” he begs

You do.

His gaze is fire. And something else—guilt. Regret. Lust, buried under layers of self-control.

“I turned you down to protect you. Not ‘cause I don’t want you,” he growls. “You’ve been on my mind every damn second. The way you moan in your sleep. The way you squeeze your thighs together when you think I’m not looking’. You don’t think I notice?”

You feel your breath catch.

“Katsuki…”

He steps closer. His hands cradle your hips. Warm, large, careful. “I miss you,” he murmurs. “Miss the way you taste. The way you fuckin’ sound when you come on my tongue.”

You shudder.

“But I’m not about to risk your body—or our kid—by losing control”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

His lips are warm, and soft, and it’s the most maddening thing about him—how someone with so much strength, so much power in his hands and voice and body, can still touch you like you’re made of glass. Like he’d worship you with a whisper if it meant keeping you safe.

“But I can still take care of you,” he breathes against your skin. “Still make you feel good.”

You’re already trembling, nails digging into the edge of your towel. His words sink into you like warm honey, thick and sweet and so close to what you need—but not quite there.

“Katsuki…” Your voice is soft, shaky. “It’s not enough.”

He pulls back slightly, searching your face. “What isn’t?”

“This—these soft kisses, the way you’re tiptoeing around me like I’ll break.” You suck in a breath, thighs pressing together again. “I want your mouth. I need it. Please…”

You don’t even realize you’re begging until his hands flex on your hips, a quiet groan escaping his throat.

“Say it,” he rasps. “I need to hear it, baby. Say what you want.”

Your cheeks burn, and your lip trembles, but your pride is gone.  Melted away by weeks of wet dreams, aching thighs, and empty, aching nights. You rested your hand on his taunt arms, they looked strong enough to press into a mating press allowing a view to watch his cock sink into you. But that's asking for too much.

“Please, Katsuki,” you whisper. “Eat me out.”

His eyes darken like a switch flipped. The guilt, the hesitation—it all crumbles beneath the weight of your words.

“Yeah?” he growls, voice thick with want. “You want my fuckin’ tongue, baby? Want me to lick this sweet pussy until you forget your own name?”

You nod helplessly, towel falling loose as he backs you toward the bed. His hands cradle your hips, your belly, guiding you like he owns you. And when you hit the mattress, he doesn’t hesitate.

He sinks to his knees.

“Lay back,” he murmurs, voice reverent now. “Lemme show you just how much I fuckin’ want you.”

And you do. Because you’re already trembling—already soaked—because finally, finally, your husband is about to put that filthy mouth to work.

Katsuki kisses down your belly with a reverence that nearly undoes you. His hands are gentle as they guide you back against the pillows, but his eyes—his eyes are hungry. Locked between your thighs, like he’s starved for this, for you.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters, voice gravel rough. “Swear to god, baby, you’re drivin’ me insane.”

Your breath hitches when his hands part your thighs. He eases you open carefully, reverently, and his eyes drop to your glistening core.

“Shit,” he breathes, jaw flexing. “You’re already so wet.”

You whimper when his fingers glide over your folds, feather-light and teasing.

“You’ve been this needy for me, huh?” he growls, dragging the tip of one finger along your slit. “Wakin’ up drippin’ and thinkin’ about my mouth?”

“Yes,” you breathe, voice cracking. “Katsuki, please—please don’t tease—”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to yours with a wicked glint. “Daddy’s gonna make it all better.”

Then he lowers his head and licks a long, deliberate stripe up your soaked core.

Your hips jerk.

A sharp gasp tears from your lips as his tongue flattens and presses in deeper, tasting, exploring. His hands anchor your thighs down as he groans into your pussy, like you’re the first drop of water in a desert.

“Oh my—Katsuki—fuck—”

He hums against your clit, the vibration shooting straight through you. He’s relentless—thorough. Every swirl of his tongue, every slow drag over your sensitive bundle of nerves, is practiced.He eats you like he’s memorizing you all over again.Like this is a devotion, not an act.

Like you’re his altar.

And then—then—he eases a thick finger into your soaked heat, slow and gentle, curling up just right.

Your head falls back. Your mouth opens in a silent cry.

“Mmm, kats–” You’re nearly sobbing now. “You make me, feel so good—feels so fucking good—”

“Yeah?” he growls, slipping in a second finger. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come on my fuckin’ tongue like a good girl?”

You nod frantically, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as he sucks your clit, tongue flicking in tight little circles. His fingers curl perfectly, stroking that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, and your thighs start to shake.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against you. “Good girl” 

You come with a sharp cry, arching into his mouth, walls pulsing around his fingers as he works you through every second of it. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t let up—keeps licking and sucking like he needs to drink down every wave of your pleasure.

Only when your legs are twitching and you’re whimpering for mercy does he finally ease back, lips and chin glistening.

You’re panting, flushed, wrecked.

He crawls up your body and presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips—letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Hands gently cupping your face. He pulls back slowly, his body leaving a trail of warmth across yours as you tremble beneath him. The taste of your kiss lingers on his lips, deep and hot, as he watches you with a look of self control thrumming in his mind.

Don't be stupid katsuki.

 His breath comes in soft, measured gasps, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin reflecting the dim light.

You’re left breathless, a wild mix of exhaustion and yearning swirling inside you. His hands, once fierce, now glide gently over your skin, tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of what just happened.

Leaning down, he presses his forehead to yours, his voice low and soothing. “Still with me?” His breath brushes your lips, a gentle contrast to the heated clash moments ago.

You blink up at him, feeling both undone and whole in his presence. Your body still thrums with the aftershocks of what he’s done to you, but there’s something comforting, almost protective, in the way he holds you now.

You’re shaking, body spent, but your hips are still lifting off the sheets—needy, desperate, slick and aching. The orgasm’s barely faded, and yet the hunger’s worse now. Throbbing between your legs like an ache in your soul.

“Mmm, more” you whisper, voice broken, strung out on the edge of something more. “Please…”

He’s hovering above you, lips swollen and glistening, jaw slick with your release. His eyes burn molten hot, raking down your body, zeroing in on the way your soaked pussy clenches around nothing.

And he smirks—cocky and condescending, like he knows just how ruined you are. Just how fucking needy you’ve become under his tongue.

“Still twitchin’ for me?” he murmurs, thumb sliding through your mess with a slow, deliberate press. “Didn’t I just make you come”

Your hips jerk against his hand.

He tsks, sliding that same thumb up to your clit—barely brushing it, but it’s enough to make you try to grind against his hand.

“Greedy little thing,” he growls. “Could come a dozen times and you’d still be beggin’ me for more, huh?”

You nod—wild, breathless, clutching at his wrist.

“Please,” you whimper, voice catching. “Please eat me again—I need your mouth—please, Katsuki, I need it—need you—please make me come again—”

His jaw tightens, and something dark flickers in his eyes.

“You really are a filthy fuckin’ slut for it,” he growls, grabbing your thighs and forcing them wide open. “Look at this mess. Soaked and twitching’, just begging’ for my mouth again.”

You can’t answer—not when he’s spreading you wide, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed, not when his breath ghosts over your drenched cunt and you feel how hard he’s breathing. Like he’s barely holding back.

And then—

He dives in.

No teasing. No warmup.

Just tongue and heat and raw hunger—licking into you with a groan that vibrates through your whole body. He’s ravenous now, devouring you like a man lost in the desert. His mouth locks on your clit, lips sucking hard enough to make your vision blur, then soft again, tongue swirling, flicking, dragging through your folds.

Your thighs try to close around his head, but he grips them down hard, keeping you open, helpless.

“Take it,” he growls into your cunt, voice rough, soaked in filth and fire. “You begged for it, now take it.”

You sob.

He flattens his tongue, licking you in slow, deep strokes, and your back arches off the bed—hips grinding against his face as your body loses control again. He slips two fingers back inside you, crooking them right against your sweet spot, and you scream—hands tangled in his hair, dragging him deeper.

You’re not moaning anymore.

You’re wailing—loud, unashamed, wrecked.

“That’s it,” he growls, voice muffled against your soaked folds. “Sound so fucking beautiful”

And then he sucks—hard—tongue curling just right, fingers stroking just right—

You shatter.

Body jerking, crying out as your orgasm rips through you—messy, raw, soaking his fingers, his face, the sheets. Your vision goes white. Your whole body seizes and melts, like he’s pulled the soul right out of you with his mouth.

But even as you twitch, he’s still licking.

Still cleaning you up.

Still moaning like you taste better than anything in the world.

When he finally lifts his head, he’s got that wild look in his eyes again—hair messy, face soaked, lips red and glistening. His smirk is pure filth.

[botanicsoul]

Addict in full bloom

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

• MDNI!! (18+)

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Bakugou had never had a real girlfriend before you. Sure, he’d kissed a few girls, gotten a handjob or two—hell, maybe even gone down on someone once—but sex? That was something he never cared to try. Not until you.

The moment he finally had you, it was over. Katsuki was insatiable. Obsessed. A damn addict. If he wasn’t thinking about touching you, he was already doing it. Sneaking into your dorm when everyone else was asleep just to have you, only to wake you up hours later for another round before first period. He didn’t give a damn if you were tired—his hands were already pulling you close, lips pressing against your ear as he growled something filthy about how much he needed you.

Study sessions? Yeah, those were a joke. He’d start with his books open, acting like he gave a shit, but the second you leaned in too close or bit your lip in concentration, they were forgotten. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the desk, one hand gripping your hip, the other covering your mouth to muffle your moans.

Skipping training? It started as an accident—one missed session because he was too busy pinning you to his bed, your fingers tangled in his hair as he lost himself in you. Then once turned into twice, and before he knew it, he was making excuses to Kirishima, shrugging off practice like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had a new favorite way to work up a sweat.

And in between classes? During lunch? If he could find an empty space—an unused classroom, a janitor’s closet, even the back of the school building—he was taking advantage of it. It didn’t matter if you whined about getting caught, he’d just smirk, pressing you against the wall and murmuring,

“Then you better keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He never thought he’d be this desperate for someone. This hungry. This fucking gone. But you? You turned him into something unrecognizable—something downright feral. A fucking addict.

[dog-with-a-blogs-blog]

GET ME A MANS LIKE THIS

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ teddy bear ~ k. bakugou

sum: the teddy bear i gave her. the teddy bear she gave me.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x wife! reader

content: sfw. established relationship (married), 3-month-old child, mention of wanting another one, pet names, fluff for once.

a/n: just a little something to help me take a break from writing the next part of my villain. saw an image this is based on a few hours ago while procrastinating, and i just had to get this idea out there. our favourite explosion boy was the first one who came to mind when i wrote this. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,020

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

“Kat!”. At the sound of your voice from up the stairs, the ash-blonde raised from his seat on the couch and rolled his eyes. Whenever you called him, it was for a reason that you were too stubborn to come to him yourself. Despite that, he, time and time again, still came to you whenever you called. It was the hero in him after all.

Climbing the stairs, heavy footsteps sounded before they stopped at the door in front of them. The room he shared with you. He could hear you shuffling around inside alongside your cooing voice, a voice that was aimed at your three-month-old son. “We’re just waiting on your daddy, sweetie”.

The way you spoke and the small giggle you let out had Bakugou smiling softly. If he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, the day you both became parents proved him wrong. Watching what you went through and the pain you endured just to bring your son into the world made him hold a love for you that was on another level.

Pushing the already ajar door open more, he stepped in and pushed it shut again with his foot. He took a moment to watch your movements, the way you peered down over the cot that was in the corner of the room. He didn’t need to see your face to know you were smiling. “You called, (n/n)?”.

At the sound of his voice, you stood upright and looked over your shoulder at him, smiling brightly. “Oh sweetie, look, it only took daddy a week to get here”. The cooing of the baby answered you back as you laughed, turning to face your husband a second after. Sure, the two of you had been married for a good few years now, but you still couldn’t believe you were married to the Katsuki Bakugou.

If someone ever told your younger self you’d be married to a pro hero, the hotheaded and loud boy you met back in school, you knew for a fact you would have laughed in their face and told them to go away. Yet here you were, married to that man with a son who was his mirror image. Even down to the ash-blonde hair and red eyes.

Stepping forward, you stopped in front of Bakugou and held your hand out for him to take. After a few moments, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as you looked at him. Taking a moment, you hummed before looking up into those red eyes that stole your heart. “I’ve got something to show you, but you need to sit on the bed, okay?”.

Stepping backwards towards the bed, you pulled him with you until you stopped, his body lowering to sit on the edge as you leant down to kiss his lips, lingering for a few seconds before you pulled back. “So, don’t think I need to remind you of that huge teddy bear you got me when we first dated”.

Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the huge plush that sat on a chair in the corner next to the cot. It had been one of the first things Bakugou had won for you at a fair when you were first dating. Being the only one left, it had caught your eye, so of course, your then boyfriend had to win it for you. Especially when another extra, as he liked to call them, tried to win it for their partner. Needless to say, he was the victorious one.

“Of course, how could I forget that? You made me carry that thing around for the rest of the night”. Rolling his eyes, he smirked at the faux look of hurt on your face. “Here’s me thinking you enjoyed that, Kats”. Sticking your tongue out, you laughed when he flipped you off. “Just get to the point, love”.

Nodding your head, you made your way back over to the cot, stopping beside the bars as you cooed again at your son, who smiled when he saw you. “Do you remember what I said to you that night?”. Turning your head, you saw the confused look on his face as he raked his memories to remember what you said.

Rolling your eyes at the forgetfulness, you leaned over and scooped up your son into your arms, holding him upright. “I told you I’d get you your own teddy bear one day so…”. Turning around, you faced him as you smiled, watching the look on Bakugou’s face change. “…sorry it’s late, this one took a little time to prepare. Couldn’t have done that without you, darling”.

Casting your eyes down, the smile on your face softened as you placed a kiss on the top of your son’s head. The soft material of the teddy bear outfit he had on tickled your lips before you pulled away, walking to sit beside your husband. “It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s the cutest teddy bear that we’ve made together, Kat”.

Crossing your legs, you manoeuvred your baby in your arms before passing him over to his dad. The way the explosive hero took hold of the piece of you both made your heart swell. He may have appeared rough and angry to everyone around him, but behind closed doors, he was an entirely different person - you and your son had softened him.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you reached a hand over and took hold of a small hand in yours. Sitting in silence, you both watched as he fell asleep, content in the arms of his daddy, who protected him and you from the bad things out there.

“You know, (y/n), I’ll have to keep getting you big ass teddy bears. Especially if it means I get ones as cute as this in return”. Laughing softly, you pushed his head with the top of yours before you moved your head, looking up at him as you cupped his face in your free hand.

“I guess I can compromise, as long as the next cute teddy bear we make is a girl”.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[rosy-hollow]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: When you're reaped into the annual Hunger Games as the female tribute from District 11, you know you're going to die - the moment you turned 12, you knew the odds were never going to be in your favor. Now, at age 16, you're prepared to meet your end, only to form a unexpected alliance with the most dangerous tribute of all, Bakugou Katsuki from District 2. Trusting him in risky, but honestly, screw it - you're going to die anyways. What's the worst that could happen?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: major character death, blood, gore, heavy cursing, HEAVY angst, mild fluff, violence, fighting, the hunger games deserves its own warning, i repeat, BLOOD AND DEATH!!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: Ambush

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: Career Day

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: Ground Breaker

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: To Leave or Not to Leave

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ: Sparrow

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx: The Feast

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: The Performance

A/N: guys this has been stewing in my mind for a while now... if you want to join the taglist, let me know!! and may the odds be ever in your favor ;) also just to clarify the art in the banner isn't mine!! i just edited it - found the actual pic on pinterest

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Obsessed with his last name - K. Bakugou

cw: pure fluff with bf!katsuki because I need it this morning.

He doesn’t get it. The two of you have been dating for years but you still insist on calling him ‘Bakugou’.

It didn’t bother him at first, the two of you still getting used to the intimacy of each other’s names and figuring out what pet names the two of you prefer. But not you. It’s always been ‘Bakugou.’

The occasional ‘Katsuki’ or ‘Kats’ will slip out in the quiet hours of the morning, when both your voices are still laden with sleep.

It’s only when he’s standing in the kitchen, pouring your cup of coffee in that to-go mug he got you from his agency that he asks. “Why do you always call me by my last name?”

His tone is soft and a little sad, his gaze doesn’t entirely meet yours either, just slowly watching the ribbons of cream mix with the rich dark coffee.

“Is there a problem with me calling you by your last name? You’ve never said anything about it before now…” you say gently, walking around the island counter to stand next to him.

He stands with his hands on the edge, spoon set down against the neatly folded towel so it doesn’t leave stains on the counter top. “No… I just— never got why you sometimes call me a nickname and it never sticks. You always revert to ‘Bakugou’.”

There’s a beat of silence before you wrap your arms around his waist from behind and press your forehead to the space right in between his shoulder blades. “Maybe I like it so much because I hope it’ll be my last name some day.” Your cheeks are warm and he can feel it through his shirt.

He’s quiet for a few moments. The two of you never really talked about marriage but he’s known for ages you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. But hearing you voice that? There’s no way he’d have a problem hearing that again. “And there’s no one else I’d rather have take my last name.”

His hands cup your cheeks as he turns around and presses his lips to yours, happy as he could ever be.

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Katsuki Bakugo

summary: he gives into your pleads

 cw: nsfw (mdni)

tone: bf Katsuki

It wasn’t often Katsuki let you persuade him into things, especially when it came to his jurisdiction.

After all your cries and wailing to be given the opportunity of topping, he finally gave in and let you have a shot. Not at all because he wanted to see how you do, but simply because he didn’t want to hear you whine anymore.

The mood was set and a hard on waiting just for that plush ass to grind on was laid right out in front.

At first, things seemed normal. You entered, settled down, and began at a fair pace. But like any other situation, Katsuki’s patience was depleting, and fast.

The longer you went, the slower your stamina became and eventually he grew bored of you playing cowgirl. “I know you’re tired. Just let me do what I do best.” And without as much of a warning, he squeezed the peaches of your ass and hip thrust, lifting you in the process.

Slowly, he emptied his dick from inside your flesh walls until only the tip was present, making you shiver and brace yourself by gripping his shoulders. Then, he slammed back in, pushing up against your cervix.

Katsuki’s broken, suppressed moan oddly synchronized with your yelp. “Yeah, mm… This is just how I like it.”

With each thrust made your hands slip over, and over again. That’s when you had to resort to gripping his neck instead, gaining much more balance that way. He gagged a little, being choked by your thumbs.

Oddly enough, he liked the stimulation and only made him determined to go even faster. He huffed as he raised his hand to the back of your head and dipped it down so your ear was next to his lips. A grunt slipped out before he spoke.

“I’ll take charge from now on.” He panted, closing his eyes to finish. “Every. time.”

[luvvixu]

lipstick experiment / k. bakugo

trying new shades of lipsticks on your boyfriend! (spoiler: he loves it so much)

last week, you received a package from a known lipstick brand that you once saved from their company's headquarters against the villains. so as their thank you gift to you, they sent you a box containing about fifteen different shades of lipsticks.

and right now, the lipsticks were scattered across your vanity as you gleefully unpacked your new treasures. meanwhile. katsuki bakugo sat on the bed behind you, arms crossed, pretending not to care—but his eyes kept flicking toward you in the mirror.

an idea popped in your head as you turned at him with a grin. “katsuki…”

he glanced up with suspicion. “what now?”

since you already prepared your lips with your moisturizer, you popped open a rosy pink lipstick and carefully applied it on your lips. “since they sent me so many shades and i really want to test them all out…i was hoping if i could test these out…on you.”

his brows furrowed. “the hell does that mean?”

instead of answering, you lay all of the lipsticks on the bed as you marched over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a smile that was wayyyy too sweet to be innocent.

then—mwah—you kissed his cheek, leaving a perfect pink print.

“what the hell—” he started, but froze as you pulled back to admire your work.

you beamed as you wiped your lips. “hmm…too pinkish for me. let's try another shade.”

“don’t you da—”

pop. new lipstick. a bold red this time.

“katsuki,” you said sweetly, cupping his face, “look at me, baby.”

he tried to look anywhere but you, but you gently turned his face back. now, his half-lidded eyes are now looking at you quietly. then, you smiled at him and kissed his nose.

a red mark. right on the tip.

his eyes twitched.

“you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his hands going on your waist to support you as you're literally straddling his lap.

you giggled softly, already reaching for another shade. “yes. but you’re letting me do it, so you’re enjoying it too.”

“tch.”

still, he didn’t stop you.

not when you kissed his forehead in coral. not when you pressed three peony-pink kisses across his jaw. not even when you left a nude kiss mark on his neck.

by the end of it, his entire face was covered in different lip prints—each one messier than the last, because you were laughing so hard and he was definitely holding back a smile.

“you look adorable, kat.” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“shut up,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your lips.

as you were still sitting in his lap again, lipstick in one hand, amusement in your smile, and katsuki…well, he looked like he was trying to stay annoyed. keyword: trying.

you kissed his cheek for the fifth time, the soft press of your lips leaving another mark—this one a warm rose shade that looked kind of perfect against his skin. you leaned back to admire it, grinning.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t flinch. he didn’t pull away.

you caught it then—a flicker. the smallest twitch at the corner of his lips, like he was fighting off a smile and losing.

your heart fluttered.

“katsuki…” you whispered teasingly, “you sure you're not enjoying this?”

he scoffed. “you’re makin’ a mess.”

but his hands were still on your waist—gentle, possessive, like he didn’t want you to move. his red eyes darted to your lips every time you reached for a new shade, and when you kissed the tip of his nose?

that’s when you saw it.

the softness in his face.

his whole expression cracked for just a second—no scowl, no sarcasm. just him. completely vulnerable, eyes warm, like he forgot the rest of the world existed and could only see you.

your breath caught.

you weren’t even sure if he knew how he was looking at you. like every kiss was a promise. like he was trying to memorize the shape of your smile. like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

and still—he let you keep kissing him.

cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose, lips

you were leaving prints everywhere, and he didn’t stop you once.

when you kissed his jaw again, he muttered under his breath, “you’re such a damn menace…”

but his voice was rough. soft around the edges. like maybe he didn’t want you to stop.

you pulled back and whispered, “you look even more pretty with my kisses.”

he didn’t answer.

but his hands held you tighter.

and that look in his eyes? yeah. that was all the answer you needed.

fast forward, you are now finished testing out all of the shades and his face was literally colorful and full of your kiss marks. surprisingly, katsuki stayed quiet as he just kept on looking at you and his eyes would close whenever you land a kiss on his face.

you reached for a makeup wipe, giggling softly as you hovered near his cheek. “okay, let me clean you up before the color stains your skin.”

but before you could touch him, katsuki grabbed your wrist—gently, but firmly.

“don’t.”

you blinked. “huh?”

he looked away, ears tinged red. “leave it. just for a while.” he mumbled softly.

you stared at him in disbelief. “you wanna walk around looking like you got attacked by a lipstick-loving ghost?”

he gave you a half-hearted glare. “i like it, alright? it’s…proof.”

“proof of what?”

he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “that you’re mine. and that i let you get away with this kinda shit.”

your heart skipped, and suddenly the urge to tease him vanished into something softer, warmer.

“…you’re such a sap when you try to hide it,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

he grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

you pulled back just a little—just enough to grab your phone from the nightstand. bakugo immediately narrowed his eyes but didn't question you.

you opened the camera and set it on selfie mode as you fit your faces on the screen. you hugged him close, making your cheeks smashed to each other.

“look at the camera, kat.” you said as you smiled, then clicked the button. katsuki just looked at the camera but didn't smile. he saw his face all covered with your kisses, and if he would be honest, that made him feel oddly giddy in his chest.

“okay, one more.” this time, you placed a kiss on his cheek and snapped the picture.

you took more photos and when you're finally done, you set your phone down and formally looked at your boyfriend. you cupped his cheek as your thumb grazed over his lower lip.

“thanks for letting me test these shades.”

“even though i looked like a damn lipstick experiment, have you finally picked out your shade yet?”

you nodded and showed him your top three lipstick shades. “these suit me better.”

“how about you? what do you think is the best shade for me?”

“anything as long as it's your lips.” he said.

you couldn't help but to crackle a laugh. “is that a flirting attempt or what?”

he glared at you but there's no hostility in those eyes. “shut up.” he mumbled as you continued to laugh.

his arms wrapped around you tighter.

and for once, bakugo katsuki didn’t feel like he had to be explosive or loud or strong to be loved.

he just had to be here—with you.

lipstick stains and all, he's glad to do this lipstick experiment with you.

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: AHHH I LIED GUYS, THIS HAS TO BE MY MOST FAVORITE BAKUGO KATSUKI FF I HAD WRITTEN CUZ HUHUHU CAN U GUYS IMAGINE HOW GIGGLY I AM WHILE WRITING THIS???

no mind over matter update today, but here's your daily dose of katsuki once again hahah i think i have serious hyperfixation about writing this dude...