#bakugo★

[vampkats]

More than friends, less than lovers

( Red is Bakugo, blue is y/n)

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It was about 19:15- Bakugo was laying on his bed in his dorm when you barged in.

"..Hurry up, idiot." To your surprise, he didn't yell this time. "Alright."

You closed the door and quickly got under the covers next to him. (Same thing again..) You thought. You and Bakugo weren't exactly really friendly towards each other but you had a deal. Whenever someone wasn't feeling alright you would either cuddle or spar- depending on the emotions and the mood. You don't know how it came to that but you clearly didn't mind because of your crush on him.

You were cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around you.

"I missed you." you said softly.

Bakugo was quiet, he didn't say anything although it seemed like he was gonna say something. Suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around you and pulled your body towards his.

...

Everything was quiet and peaceful until he muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear what he said but you weren't going to ask either, not wanting him to blow you up...

After some time you moved your head slightly and looked at his clock. (Great, it's 19:54..I wonder how long we will keep doing this for..)

Bakugo let out a loud sigh and moved closer to you, pressing his face against the side of your neck.

You suddenly thought of something..

(I hope he doesn't blow me up if I ask.)

It was completely silent except for Bakugos and yours breathing for a few minutes and then you got the courage to ask him..

"Bakugo..what are we?"

Silence.

...

He continued to hold you tightly against himself before he let out an annoyed groan.

"What the hell do you mean "What are we?!" It's obvious, we're friends, nothing more! God..why do you have to go and make things weird?!

(I thought this was already weird as it is.) "...right. Sorry."

"For fucks sake, I was obviously being sarcastic!! You moron.."

(Bakugo, being sarcastic about something like this?? Well..I guess there's a first for everything)

He was holding you even tighter to the point that it started to hurt slightly but you really didn't care.

"Then what are we??"

He moved his head from it's position against your neck and looked up at you.

He was staring in your eyes, looking annoyed. You could hear the annoyance in his voice as he spoke.

"Is this really what you want to be talking about?! Right fucking now?!"

"If we won't talk about it now then when?"

"What's there to talk about?! We are more than friends that's for sure...we're practically dating, alright??"

You were confused. When did you agree to this? "Um..I guess so.. Then do you want to date? Like..for real." Your tone was slightly awkward due to not expecting this..you weren't prepared.

Bakugo moved his head again to its original position against your neck.

"I'll be honest, I do have some shitty feelings for you but I don't think I can do all that lovey dovey romantic crap. I'm focusing on being a hero and if you want me to give you a chance then don't be like those damned girls. So fucking clingy and all that shit. I'm not doing any of that."

"I'm not the most romantic person either so you don't have to worry about that."

You hear him mutter "Nobody said I was fucking worrying about it..." and you chuckle.

"I guess..we are a thing now?" you asked, slightly unsure.

"Of fucking course we are."

(Why's he always swearing so much..) You asked yourself, lost in thought when suddenly you looked at the clock again.

(Crap.. it's 20:25)

"Bakugo..I have to go to my dorm. It's getting late and I don't want you to miss your 'beauty sleep'." You joked slightly but Bakugo didn't seem to like it.

He gritted his teeth and let go of you, turning away from you. "You're an idiot! Just go already." ... "Fucking extra.." He mumbled.

You got up and went to the door, opening it and then you heard Bakugo say quietly "Night."

"Good night to you too, grandpa."

Oh he's mad now. You know he doesn't like it when you or anyone makes fun of his sleep schedule but you just can't help yourself.

"Don't compare me to a grandpa you fucking moron!"

"Hey hey, be quiet you're gonna wake everyone. ..Night Baku."

He huffed, he hated that nickname.. He turned back over just as you left.

...it was quiet, just Bakugo and his thoughts. He hated it, he hated you. He hated how much he loved you but he couldn't help himself. You were so pretty, loyal, honest and strong in your own way. You make him crazy, don't you know that?

He turned over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He groaned and put his hands behind his head. He looked over at the clock, it was 20:32 as he closed his eyes and went off to sleep thinking of you.

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AAA THIS WAS MY FIRST SHORT STORY OR WHATEVER IT'S CALLED I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT<3 (Sorry for bad grammar, if there is any. English isn't my first language)

[kammazi]

★ there was something about the way katsuki couldn't stay away from you. you had somewhat of an external magnetic pull that attracted anyone within a close enough radius. regardless, if it was your too sweet for this world personality or your dangerously contagious smile, katsuki was addicted.

as he entered your shared apartment, shutting the door behind him quietly, katsuki shed his battered hero costume on the floor before hauling it over to the laundry basket in the bathroom. he then twisted the handle and stepped in under the how water.

katsuki thought of how you were asleep just beyond that wall. he sometimes wished he could fall asleep with you instead of being out there fighting against all odds. the way you always loved to run your fingers through his hair or the way you let him rest his head on your chest, the soft beats of your heart soothing him to sleep.

his eyes were trained on your face as he tried to quietly enter and cover himself with the duvet. katsuki gently looped an arm over his waist as he pulled himself into you and your warmth, resting his face in the crook of your neck. he breathed in your sweet vanilla scent as he began to drift off, no other thought plaguing his mind other than the sweet one of you.

so as katsuki goes to sleep that night, he can so peacefully as long as you’re in his arms, safe and loved.

and any other night too of course.

[string-invisible]

𝑇𝛰 𝐿𝘐𝑉𝐸 𝐹𝛰𝑅 𝑇𝛨𝐸 𝛨𝛰𝛲𝐸 𝛰𝐹 𝘐𝑇 𝛬𝐿𝐿.

𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝐾.𝐵. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑆𝛭𝛬𝑈.

ONE. TWO. THREE.

Ⅲ ;; 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠.

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[saikoucorps]

౨ৎ Katsuki can't eat dinner in silence.

Whether you two are at a restaurant, or at home. He will literally start talking about the rabdomest things, or find things to complain about.

Even at a restaurant, he complains and asks questions as if you two are in your own world.

©@ saikoucorps 2024

[1-800-cheolie]

continuing from this

word count: 176

“mama, mama! dada mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.

“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”

“oh come on sweets, i’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”

he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.

“mama mine! dada no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.

like father like son.

your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”

as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.

you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.

this was a normal day in the bakugou household.

[kanyerealdaughter]

#PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND

fluff , (fem,reader) , cussing , (katsuki baukgo x reader)

other versions | phinks magcub | taiju shiba | renji abarai.

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imagine asking your boyfriend to shave you down there before you give birth. you would've done it, but your big swollen belly gets in the way every time you try to shave. katsuki large hand rests protectively on your belly again.

" now... how about a warm bath?" he asks softly, knowing how much pregnancy can make your muscles ache.

" okay yeah." you nodded agreeing you gave the green light to katsuki as he helps you stand up, supporting you gently as you rise from the couch. he leads you to the bathroom, running the warm water in the tub and adding some soothing bath salts.

" here, let me help you in." he says, assisting

you into the tub before sitting down beside you. he watches you sink into the water with a small sigh of relief. your baby bump sticks out of the water, round and full. he realizes how protective he feels towards you both. his eyes lower to your body, taking in your fuller breasts, wider hips, and the baby bump.

you started to blush as his eyes roamed over your pregnant body trying to hide underneath the water, he notices your blush and realizes you caught him staring. he grins mischievously, his eyes darkening slightly.

" do you know how sexy you look when you're pregnant?" he asks suddenly, his voice lower than usual. his eyes drop to your breasts again, then to your belly.

" katsuki.." you said softly, but he just chuckles softly at your shy mumble, leaning closer with a playful smirk.

" what? it's true." he murmurs, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your baby bump.

" you're carrying our child, your body's changing beautifully... and it's incredibly attractive."

" no it's not that katsuki.. it's just... um.. i-i haven't shaved.. since you know i'm pregnant.. a-and it's difficult to reach down there with my stomach ..." you said awkwardly, staring down at the water.

he smirks turns into a soft, affectionate smile with his reddish face as he listens to your awkward explanation. he gently reaches out, his fingers brushing against your leg under the water.

" mm yeah.. it's okay, sweetheart. i don't mind at all."

" really..?” katsuki expression softens at your request, his heart melting at the thought of taking care of you, even something as simple as shaving your legs.

" of course, i can do it." he says gently practically scoffing at you like he isn’t capable of shaving you, his hand moving to part your legs carefully under the water.

" just relax, okay?" you nodded slowly, feeling a bit happy once he agreed to do it. he carefully washes your legs and private area with a soft washcloth, being extra gentle around your sensitive skin. he then takes out a razor and shaving cream, applying it carefully to your skin. he shaves your legs and private area slowly and carefully, making sure not to nick you.

"... c-cold.." you said quietly, feeling the coldness of the shaving cream.

" almost done." katsuki murmurs softly, his brows furrowing together to see that he really focused, his fingers spreading your legs wider underwater to get a better angle. he rinses the razor in the warm bathwater frequently to keep it clean.

" lift up a little?"

" okay." he gently helps you lift your heavy pregnant belly with one arm to get better access, his other large calloused hand holding the razor. he carefully shaves around your sensitive area, being extra gentle.

" you're doing good, baby. almost done." he reassures you softly.

" can you spread your legs wider?"

" i-i'm trying..." you mumbled slightly whining as your back arch, spreading your legs the best you could with your pregnant belly making your back get in pain slightly.

" shh, you're doing perfectly." he adjusts your position slightly, helping you balance against his shoulder.

" just a little more..." his voice is gentle and patient as he carefully finishes shaving. once done, he thoroughly rinses the area with warm water.

" there... all cleaned up." he helps you lie back comfortably in the tub again, running a warm washcloth over your sensitive skin to make sure it's completely rinsed.

" better?" he asks softly, his hand resting protectively on your belly. his eyes meet yours with a mixture of love and desire.

" thank you, my love.." you said gently with a nod before sinking into the warm bathtub. his expression softens at your thank you, his heart nearly melting at how sweet and trusting you are.

" anytime, baby. that's what i'm here for.. to take care of you and our little one." katsuki said with his fingers trace circles on your belly under the water.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - idkkk i kinda love this on with bakugo.

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[stargirlygirl]

their omega

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, 4M1F, reader is not from japan, smau + fic

summary: you are an omega who has been kidnapped for underground auctions. while investigating these auctions, a drunken denki buys you. but you don't end up with one new alpha. you end up with four.

a/n: based on this poll; thank you to everyone who voted! i hope this doesn't disappoint

★ = nsfw

moodboard

chapter one: good purchase

chapter two: touching grass

chapter three: shopping!

chapter four: stray kitty

chapter five: WHO TOLD THE COMMISSION?!?!?!!

chapter six: turmoil

chapter seven: how the tables have turned

★ chapter eight: bathroom shenanigans

★ chapter nine: ruined leggings

chapter ten: birthday boy

★ chapter eleven: i wanna build a nest, suki!

epilogue

[typhea]

✮﹒❄️﹐KATSUKI BAKUGOU + ‘WAKEY WAKEY’

﹐♡﹒featuring : katsuki bakugou ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : nsfw content under the cut // mdni ,, somno, cnc, rushed >:( , katsuki is literally a pervert, spit, spanking, f!reader ♡

﹐♡﹒summary : morning sex with him ♡

you were peacefully sleeping on your stomach, dreaming of whatever made you smile. the night being too hot, you took off your pyjamas to sleep in your comfortable underwear while your boyfriend was sleeping. unfortunately, katsuki is a morning person. he gets up at 6 am everyday, for absolutely no reason, except when he has to work. he always woke up before you, watching you sleep few minutes before going out to do his morning jogging. but, this morning he didn’t?

something tells me that he had the wettest dream of his life, and seeing you in these underwear didn’t help. he was too sleepy to be thinking properly, or too horny. all he was thinking about was how hard he had to break your back, right now.

he got on top of you, watching your beautiful back. he sat on the back of your thighs, breathing heavily. you could’ve woke up with how loud his breathing was, but let’s say you didn’t. he slowly pushed your panties to the side, letting him see your adorable cunt. he spat on it, getting wet so he could enter easier. you whined in you sleep feeling the wetness between your legs, “shhh, baby it’s just me..” he whispered as if you could hear him, rubbing your hole with his thumb. he slid a pillow under your ass, on your lower tummy, so your ass was closer to him. you whimpered as you felt the pillow getting under you, you were about to wake up.

your eyes opens wide as soon as you felt his tip pushing into your hole, stretching you up. you let out a loud moan as he kept going deeper making you take his whole thing. “k-katsuki..! what the heck..” you whined as he started thrusting, gripping your waist.

“fuck.. baby i had to .. i couldn’t help it.. almost like your pussy was fucking calling me..” he tells you, with an itchy breath. “but you’re gonna take it, yeah? arch your back f’me.” you did as he told you, arching your back and bringing your ass toward him, making him groan. tears filled your pretty eyes as he hit repeatedly that spongy spot, that made you feel so good. your moans and whispers only getting louder by the minute bringing him closer to the edge.

“shit.. baby cum on this cock, wanna feel u clenching tight around me. need to make your legs shake, y/n.” his words goes right between your legs, letting the first orgasm of your day happen. you were gripping the sheets tightly, your eyes looking up at your lashes. he wasn’t long after you, he pulled out and came all over your ass & back. he groans before smacking your ass. “such a good girl.”

thanks for reading darlin! don’t forget to like and leave a comment :)

mha m.list | request here! | armin ver.

[lilacgaby]

return to main menu?

- bakugo katsuki

"what are we?" "...nothing. right?"

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

to kiss or kill.. a vampire?

you've been a vampire for as long as you can remember. you were going through your day, or night, routine as normal when a noise startles you. a man, katsuki bakugo to be exactly, was standing at your door. though, he can't seem to rember whether he's supposed to kill or kiss you...

I've changed, won't you see?

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

running out of time, to make you love me.

THE PRINCE'S BALL was to be had on his 18th birthday. the week before, you realize the feelings you have harbored over the years for him. little did you know you were both fighting against the time restraint placed on him.

die for you.

after an attempt on your life, the royal family turns to promising young blood, hoping to find someone to protect you. katsuki was chosen and ended up dedicating himself to you in a way even he never predicted.

excuses, excuses

katsuki had left you, overwhelmed by the situation you two were now tied to. now, when he finally reaches his dreams, he realizes victory doesn't taste as sweet without you.

my first, my last, my everything.

summary: katsuki left that life behind for you. but when the life you two built from scratch together was threatened, what else could he do but go back?

my last, my everything.

ride or die

you'd been partnered up with the hotheaded speed racer, katsuki. who knew he'd end up more interested in you then the races he'd win?

crayons and connections

after a harsh relationship he really didn't want another try at romance for a while. at least, not until he hired you. he thought he loved the way you cared for his kids, but you both knew it was something more.

*truth bomb! (f,h)

in which a lovesick girl is hit by a truth telling quirk that lasts 7 days.

*serenity (f)

in which a longtime fanboy meets his anime crush in his world.

entranced (f)

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

save me

katsuki has always saved you, his princess.

saved.

awakened

you've been asleep all this time, who knew a barbarian would be the one to awaken you?

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

fairy tale.

summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?

iced out.

"he'll need an ice pack when i'm done with him."

fantasy au's:

dragonking!bkg 2

dragonking!bkg x tinkerbell!reader

barbarian!bakugo 2 3 4

prohero! au:

prohero!bkg 2 3 4

interview but he's down bad 2

preschool!teacher reader

kidnapped!reader

domestic au:

4:25 a.m

family errand running

interview with his daughter

6:21 a.m

mini you.

girldad!katsuki

nanny!reader

random drabbles:

mini me

katsuki thinks it's cute how you adopt his habits, calling you his mini-me.

he's a scaredy-cat.

is he proposing or...?

childhoodfriends

shy!reader

back kissing him</3

nerd!bakugo

physical touch

muscle-kisses

boyfriend!bakugo

only shy to him

racer!katsuki

comfort

the one who got away..

hypotheticals

drawing him

drawing on his hands

makeup on him

-todoroki shoto

*marry me! (f)

in which a royal prince and a witch get married to dethrone the king.

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-tamaki amajiki

random drabbles:

shy!reader 2

sfw alphabet

timeskip!tamaki

period comfort

-kirishima eijiro

lucky me.

you always seemed to attract bad luck, yet you think your life might be turning around as you reconnect with light itself.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-midoriya izuku

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or..?

-denki kaminari

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-neito monoma

random drabbles:

shy!reader

-hitoshi shinsou

i'll love you, even from afar.

random drabbles:

period comfort

-touya todoroki (dabi)

better 4 u

summary: touya didn't deserve you, he knew there was someone out there better for you.

[lovelykil]

crush─

ᯓ katsuki bakugo (reader is crushing on izu)

note; silly bsf bakugo scenario bc I like him platonically :3 + no proof read

"I don't understaanndd"

"what do you mean you don't understand, I just EXPLAINED IT" the angry blonde's voice boomed through his dorm, making the few All Might figures bounce up on its shelf. He had that famous furious expression as he looked at you. You placed your hand on his face and pushed him away with a groan.

"no, you idiot not the study guide," bakugo was shoved away but quickly bounced back to shout at you.

"THEN WHAT"

you stared down at the packet, your pencil laid lifelessly beside it awaiting to be used again. You rested your elbow on the small table you and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight shared and sighed in thought.

you begin to play with your pencil, "how you don't have a crush." You lock eyes with him. He stares at you like an idiot before he folds his arms to his chest.

"I told you I don't do that dumb crap." He grumbles through his teeth. He's a little calmer now but still irritated at your uncertainty toward his own words.

for some odd reason you just didn't believe him, you've seen the way he glances at kirishima or uraraka. He's such a stubborn asshole to admit it though

you click your tongue, lifting your chin off the palm of your hand. You grab back your pencil and begin to doodle on the sides of the study guide.

"its gotta be uraraka, no?" You questioned, grinning slightly at the paper.

his brows scrunch as he unfolds his arms,

"who, round face?"

"aw look you already have a nickname for her." You tease, continuing to doodle. Bakugo sits up to kick you in the leg with a grunt the teen then walks over to his shelf to fix the figures of his idol while you shout in pain.

"you asshole, what the hell?!"

"I don't like that Kirby knockoff." He growls. He moves a figure a few centimeters away from the other.

you look over at him, brows stitched together in annoyance, you stare at him for a brief moment then turn your head.

"alright well if not her then..." You return to the study guide, retrieving your pencil. You choose to pause momentarily before speaking for that dramatic effect.

"kirishima?" A sinister grin grows on your sly lips as you glance over at him. His whole body reacted like he was stunned at such an accusation; he whips his head around still holding a figure.

"YOU THINK I SWING THAT WAY OR SOMETHIN?" Your small snickering turned into loud laughing at his offended reaction, you just loved to piss this boy off.

"hey it's okay! We all get a little curious if you know what I me—"

"SHUT UP DUMBASS"

as you laugh your ass off katsuki angrily turns himself around and places the figure in his hand on the shelf with such force, the thing itself almost collapses. His cheeks are crimson red, visible veins pop out on his forehead and his teeth grit together in frustration.

he really doesn't know why he hangs out with you.

once your laughing dies out and he resumes to his spot on the other side of the table you sigh in content at the amount of dopamine you retained just within 3 minutes.

you wipe away a tear and pick up with pencil.

"oh shit, you're so funny bakugo." He doesn't respond anymore just grunts, but he does flip over a page to the study guide and continues his work. So, he was aware of you he just wanted to ignore your annoying self.

the pencil of his looks like it's on its last life, trembling with fear every time he roughly glides it across the paper. You observe him, still in that daze of laughter then look at your paper.

then out of nowhere you blurt out something.

"I like Midoriya—!" You wait for his reaction with wide, worried eyes. He doesn't take long to react, of course negatively.

"you like that nerd? what are you blind?" He looks up from the paper, his ruby eyes burn into yours.

you blush from embarrassment, feeling your cheeks warm up like a heater.

"you're so rude, he's cute and funny.." You play with the pencil yet again, your mind wanders off to thoughts of just that broccoli head. His smile, his laugh, his hands, his smile, his eyes oh yeah his smile again and that waist and...

"he's annoying that's about it, and so are you. What a perfect match." Bakugo swats your daydream bubble away along with your love sick smile. You turn towards him about to shout but you stop and smile suddenly.

"wait you really think so?" You have never sounded so eager and desperate with your wide bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Katsuki scoffs and lightly smiles.

"you're actually so desperate it's making you lamer than usual." He finishes up a problem.

you roll your eyes, "ugh, whatever." You fold your arms to your chest with huff. A few lingering seconds go by and something hits you in the face, an idea.

you unfold your arms and lean yourself over to him, quickly.

"hey you're his bestfriend! You think you could set—"

"like HELL"

"What?? Bakugo PLEASE"

"not in a million years."

[astr-venus]

｡⁠☆Early｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

｡⁠☆Cw: suggestive, she/her, black reader, swearing

Katsuki came home from work early today. Not that you were aware. You, who's still in the middle of cooking dinner while blasting some song that Katsuki can't understand. It's melodic, smooth, and so so sensual. Katsuki may not be able to understand the English song lyrics, but just from the sound he can get the gist.

You don't have the best singing voice in your own opinion, but Katsuki is entranced just from the sound of it carrying through your shared home. He feels like he's floating as slowly follows the melody through the house, not bothering to take off anything except his shoes. He completely skips past the bedroom as well, uncomfortable clothes be damned, all he can think about is seeing you.

It's like a weight lifted when you enter his sight, and simultaneously a brick is placed in his chest. He just barely peaks around the corner, not wanting to interrupt your gentle singing, nor your sybaritic dancing.

It's not like he's never seen you dance before, and by no means are you genuinely shy — plus with enough liquor in your system anything is possible — but it's different seeing you in your element. He can't control how thickly he swallows, or the heat rushing in his chest and his cheeks. He fears he resembles some sort of stupid looking tomato, and god it's so embarrassing how worked up he still gets just from looking at you. He feels like an idiotic high schooler who can't keep it in his pants. Fuck, he feels so full of disgustingly mushy emotions he doesn't know what to do with it all. Katsuki swears he'll kill you if you don't get to him first.

He swallows again watching you rub your hands up your body as you whine your hips in the air. The stove lighting feels more like a spotlight as he stares, your brown skin seeming to glisten in the yellow-orange glow. He has half a mind to just wander into your bedroom and relieve himself before you even know he's home, but tearing his eyes away feels like a crime.

With a flourish you swing your hair around, giggling at yourself when the stiff parts of your curls barely move an inch. You let out a shriek when you finally catch Katsuki standing in the door way, one of the knives you used to chop vegetables seeming to magically appear in your hands. Call Katsuki crazy if you want to, but he can feel his body practically catch on fire when the tip of your knife just barely catches his Adams apple.

What can he say. It's hot as fuck that you know how to protect yourself, whether you're a prohero or not. If he has to go out this way, surrounded by the smell of the dinner his girlfriend cooked him, her eyes glinting with something both powerful and dangerous, well he'd say he must have some damn good karma. Fuck all that dying as a martyr shit, this is the best way to be sent to the grave by far.

"Katsuki..." You sigh, panic easing out of your muscles as you lower the knife. "You can't scare me like that."

Katsuki scowls, trying to hide the real reason his face is burning. "Shut the fuck up. You're the one waving that shit around. What have I told you about situational awareness, dumbass?"

He regrets his words as soon as your little frown over takes your features. He may have been a little harsh, damn it. It didn't even help either, his whole body still feels like it's on fire.

"Bad day at work, Katsu?"

You put the knife back on the counter, and bring your hands up to his face, because of course you do. Katsuki is already having a hard time keeping himself in check, and now you have to look at him with your stupid fucking sweet soft eyes. His chest feels like it's caving in on itself you're just making it worse. The worst part about it, is he even kind of likes it. God fucking damn it.

Katsuki places his hand behind your head and shoves your face into his chest, not able to look you in the eye when you're staring so tenderly. Your hands move downwards to rest on his back, allowing both of you to hold each other close. Katsuki scoffs.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?"

You giggle, and Katsuki decides for the who-knows-how-many-th time that he wants to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He doesn't know what he would do without your stupid fucking smile.

Woohoo !! Second post !!

Katsuki feels so much cuteness aggression that he literally gets a hard on. That's it. That's the fic.

I would say "someone save his poor soul 😔" but I fear you are what salvation looks like to him so there'd be no point.

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# 03. Unexpected Partners

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If you’d had a time machine, you wouldn’t use it for anything noble or selfless—no epic rescue of historical figures, no preventing major disasters. Nope. You’d drag yourself back a month just to shake your wide-eyed, naïve self by the shoulders and scream, "Don’t do it. Find another department. Any other department. Join traffic control. Herd cats. Just don’t end up here."

Because here was Bakugou personal circle of hell. The past few weeks felt like a marathon in which you’d been tripped at the starting line, dragged halfway, and then left to sprint uphill. In the rain. With weighted vests. There was no mercy in Bakugou’s world, only adrenaline and barked orders that carried enough force to knock the confidence right out of your chest.

You learned, fast and furiously, that he wasn’t just tough. He was ruthless, exacting, and demanded perfection with all the warmth of a drill sergeant who hadn’t had coffee. And coffee—you’d learned the hard way—was something that could make or break a morning. There was The Incident when you dared bring him a cup with too much sugar, only to receive a sharp glare and a grumbled, “What, you think I’m ten?” The next thirty minutes were dedicated to sprint drills so intense your calves whimpered for days. All you wanted to do is figure out what the hell his favorite coffee is! Yes, you're still trying..

And yes, you're still failing.

Bakugou’s teaching methods were a combination of trial by fire and sheer terror. He wasn’t interested in your excuses or half-assed answers. If you messed up, you’d know—usually by the clipped way he’d shout, “Run it again,” or the eye twitch that signaled he was two seconds from ripping the folder out of your hands and doing it himself.

It wasn’t just the shouting, though that was certainly a staple. It was the moments he’d watch you with that hawk-eyed stare, arms crossed and expression set like granite. There were no second chances when Bakugou was breathing down your neck; you either got it right or got ready to count pavement cracks while doing your punishment laps. You hadn’t done so many wall sits since training, thighs quivering like jelly by the time he allowed you to stand.

And it wasn’t just you. Anyone who dared step into his path found themselves swept up in the tornado of his expectations. It made surviving the day feel like a badge of honor, if surviving meant stumbling into your apartment with barely enough strength to fling your shoes off.

One time, you’d accidentally jumbled up a lead in a report, swapping suspect descriptions that Bakugou caught in record time. He’d smacked the paper onto your desk with an incredulous look. “D’you even read this before handin’ it in?” And just like that, your next hour was filled with circuits and resistance bands that made your arms feel like spaghetti. “C’mon, rookie, or should I start callin’ you noodle arms?” The jab stuck, and you groaned whenever he brought it up.

Bakugou’s wrath was tempered only by moments of begrudging silence, the rare instances where you met his eyes and thought you saw a flicker of something softer, only to blink and find it gone. Those moments would have been comforting if they weren’t fleeting, crushed by his next tirade over a misplaced document or a missed clue.

But just as you’d started thinking maybe you’d bitten off more than you could chew, a case dropped that pulled everyone into high gear: a string of burglaries, each more calculated than the last. No dumb luck, no rookie mistakes would fly with this one. Bakugou’s tension was palpable, a crackle in the air whenever he entered the room. He’d pace with his hands shoved into his pockets, muttering curses and theories under his breath like the case had insulted him personally.

Your nerves spiked with each passing day. Bakugou was more relentless than ever, orders flung out faster than you could grab your notebook. And if you so much as hesitated? He’d turn, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. “Keep up, or get out.”

By the time you wrapped up that week’s legwork, you weren’t sure whether to feel accomplished or absolutely wrecked. Bakugou had pushed every ounce of strength and patience from your body, leaving you hollowed out and aching. Yet, for some reason you’d yet to understand, you kept coming back, stepping into the precinct with a quiet determination that only grew as his glare followed you like a challenge.

Time machine, you reminded yourself, scribbling down notes that were half-legible from your shaking hand. You’d go back, find yourself, and whisper conspiratorially, Choose desk duty. It’ll save your soul.

But you didn’t have a time machine. You had Bakugou. And you were starting to suspect he might just make a detective out of you, whether you survived him or not.

.....

The burglaries had started small—a string of break-ins that barely made the back page of the city’s morning paper. But each successive hit grew bolder, more precise, like the thief was taunting the force. By the time it hit their radar, Chief Yagi’s usually calm expression had hardened to steel, and even the more seasoned detectives were exchanging wary glances.

For you, it meant one thing: Bakugou was operating at maximum intensity, his usual scowl deepened to something almost carved from stone. It was an energy you could feel in the air, like the static before a lightning strike. And with that, the pace of your life turned from grueling to almost impossible. Long days blurred into longer nights, the fluorescent lights above burning into your skull as you combed through reports with squinting eyes and a splitting headache. The precinct buzzed with anticipation and tension, everyone bracing for the storm.

You sat at your desk, meticulously cross-referencing suspect details when Bakugou stormed in, clipboard in one hand and the other pressed into his hip like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely. He glanced around the room, eyes sharp as the edge of a blade, before they settled on you. The air shifted.

“Rookie,” he barked, and you jumped, nearly dropping your pen. He didn’t wait for you to recover before launching into his rapid-fire speech. “Listen up, ‘cause I’m only sayin’ this once. The pattern’s changed. Our thief’s not just hittin’ high-value targets anymore—they’re goin’ after places with tech infrastructure. Means they’re not just lookin’ for loot—they’re diggin’ for data, and if we don’t get ahead, we’re gonna be two steps behind with our heads up our—”

He paused, jaw tightening like he was biting back an insult, and then leaned down, bringing himself to eye level. His eyes were an inferno, daring you to miss a word. “You listening?”

You nodded so fast it was a wonder your neck didn’t cramp, scribbling down notes as if your life depended on it. Maybe it did—at least, your peace of mind surely did. Bakugou’s tone wasn’t just demanding; it was drilled into your skull, searing in its urgency.

“Good. Now, look—”

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!!”

The voice sliced through the room like a record scratch, shattering Bakugou’s hyper-focused tension into a thousand jagged pieces. He physically recoiled, straightening up so fast you’d think he’d been stung. Your pen stilled mid-word, eyes flicking between him and the newcomer with an internal "?!?!?!?!" blaring in neon letters.

Kacchan?

There, standing at the threshold of the precinct like he’d wandered in by accident, was Detective Midoriya Izuku, all soft smiles and bright green eyes. He gave a little wave as if Bakugou wasn’t seconds away from launching into orbit.

“Kacchan, hi! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Midoriya’s tone was impossibly cheerful, and the nickname fell from his lips like it was a greeting between best friends. But from the way Bakugou’s hands twitched, it may as well have been a bomb dropped into a room full of dynamite.

Bakugou’s response was instantaneous, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “What the hell’re you doin’ here, Deku?”

The silence that followed was suffocating, punctuated only by the distant hum of computers and a detective a few desks over clearing their throat awkwardly. Your heart thumped in your chest as if it was trying to escape the awkwardness, and you glanced at Midoriya, expecting him to shrink back. But he didn’t—his smile wavered, sure, but he held his ground, eyes earnest.

“I’m here to help with the case,” Midoriya explained, and it took everything in you not to whip your head around. Help? With your case?

Bakugou’s reaction was as explosive as you expected. “Help? You—”

But before he could finish, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough, boys.” Chief Yagi’s voice was firm as he walked in, flanked by another man who exuded calm authority—the infamous Chief Aizawa Shouta. His tired eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene with a raised brow.

“Chief Aizawa and his team are joining us for this operation. And that includes Detective Midoriya.” Chief Yagi’s tone left no room for argument.

Bakugou’s jaw set so tight you could hear the grind of teeth. And in that moment, you knew that whatever the past few weeks had been like? They were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

…

You barely had time to absorb Midoriya’s, let alone Cheif Aizawa's, sudden appearance before Chief Yagi called everyone into the briefing room. This would’ve been a regular meeting for the higher-ups—the kind you’d usually only hear about when Bakugou came out, slamming the door behind him, face redder than the emergency exit signs. But today, for reasons you couldn’t fathom, you were summoned along. Because apparently, if Bakugou was involved, you were involved.

The briefing room was already filling up, the thick scent of coffee and paper lingering in the air as officers shuffled in, muttering greetings and speculations under their breath. Chief Yagi took his place at the head of the room, looking as solid and unyielding as ever, while Chief Aizawa leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, observing the room with the detached but alert gaze of a cat watching a busy street. Midoriya slid into a chair near the front, shooting you a small, encouraging smile. Bakugou, in contrast, looked like he’d swallowed a wasp.

Then, in strode Officer Ashido Mina, bright as a firecracker, with Officer Sero Hanta close behind her, both exuding a casual confidence that somehow didn’t feel out of place even in a room of high-stakes professionals. Mina shot a finger-gun wave at the room, winking in your direction before taking a seat across from Midoriya. Sero plopped down beside her, his grin almost lazy but eyes sharp, taking in everything at once.

Chief Yagi’s voice brought the room to order. “Alright, everyone, this joint task force is in place because the burglaries have escalated. We’re dealing with a team of thieves targeting secure information in addition to high-value assets. The leads point to a complex operation, and that’s where our collaboration comes in.”

He nodded to Chief Aizawa, who spoke in that low, measured tone that commanded instant respect. “We need all hands on deck. Each of you will have a role—whether it’s field, intel, or processing. Officer Uraraka will be on the evidence team, coordinating with the data we’ve collected so far.”

The mention of Uraraka’s name caught your attention, and sure enough, she was at the back, beaming when she spotted you. Her presence was a rare comfort in this sea of intense, stern faces. It had been years since you’d seen her, but it was like old times when she waved, mouthing an excited “Hey!”

“Detective Bakugou, Officer L/N, you’ll be working alongside Detective Midoriya’s team,” Chief Yagi continued, and the very air in the room seemed to vibrate as Bakugou’s scowl deepened. He was in full protest mode, shooting daggers at Midoriya, who looked back with a determined—if slightly nervous—smile.

Once the briefing concluded, Chief Yagi dismissed everyone, and the room exploded in chatter as officers filed out. You managed to navigate through the crowd until you reached Uraraka, who practically bounced on her toes, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Can you believe it? We’re working together!” she said, her voice bright with excitement. “I’ve been doing the fingerprinting, data scans—all the good stuff. Remember when I used to geek out about this stuff in school?”

“Oh, totally! You always aced those forensics projects,” you replied, grinning as the memories rushed back.

She nodded, laughing. “Exactly! And now, look at us! I get to actually do it. And you—you’re working with Bakugou Katsuki, of all people!” Her eyes widened with awe and maybe a little mischief, the kind that reminded you of her knack for getting you into trouble back in the day.

“Working is a strong word,” you muttered, glancing over at Bakugou, who was still glaring holes into Midoriya, ignoring everyone else. “Surviving might be more accurate.”

Uraraka giggled but quickly straightened when she caught Bakugou’s expression aimed squarely at her—a glare so intense that it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust. She cleared her throat, gave you a small, sympathetic smile, and said, “Well, I’d better get back to it. I’ll send over the scans when they’re ready! And hey, catch up soon?”

You nodded, squeezing her hand in agreement. “Definitely. Thanks, Ochaco.”

With a final grin, Uraraka turned back to her workstation, her demeanor shifting from friendly to focused in an instant. You watched her go, feeling a brief pang of jealousy at how seamlessly she slid into her work. But that was quickly overridden by the realization that Bakugou was striding your way, arms crossed and a storm brewing in his expression.

“Done with your little reunion?” he sneered, barely waiting for you to nod. “Good. 'Cause now it’s time for you to actually do somethin’ useful, rookie.” He nodded towards the open case file in his hand. “Let’s go.”

.....

The silence between you and Bakugou was taut, strung up like an overused wire threatening to snap. He stalked ahead, practically dragging the storm cloud that was his mood behind him. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d decided that now was the time to go full boot camp on you, but here you were, heels clicking on the polished floor, trying not to look like you’d rather melt into it.

“Listen up, rookie,” Bakugou started without turning around, his voice a low rumble laced with that familiar bite. He navigated the labyrinth of hallways like a predator circling its territory. You’re gonna make yourself useful if it kills ya, got it?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling a combination of irritation and nerves twist in your chest. You’d learned over the past few weeks that Bakugou had a penchant for the extreme. Everything was all or nothing with him, whether it was paperwork, interrogations, or the way he yelled about the printer jamming (which was only your fault that one time).

“Got it,” you managed, though it came out weaker than you intended. He spared you a glance, eyes narrowing as if daring you to prove him right about all the times he’d muttered under his breath about “extras” wasting his time.

As if on cue, the door to one of the briefing rooms swung open, and Detective Kirishima stepped out, his broad grin a sharp contrast to Bakugou’s perpetual scowl. “Yo! Heard we’re working together on this one,” he said, his voice friendly and warm, instantly cutting through the tension.

Great. If there was ever a time to look capable, it was now. Not that Kirishima would ever point out your mistakes, but being around Bakugou had a way of amplifying your self-awareness until it was deafening.

“Try not to get in the way,” Bakugou snapped, jerking his thumb towards the entrance. You wondered if his eyes had always held that unrelenting glint or if he’d sharpened it specifically for you. Kirishima, bless him, only chuckled, patting you on the back as he passed by.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just on edge about the syndicate case,” Kirishima whispered, though you knew Bakugou’s sharp hearing likely picked it up. His glare confirmed it, but he didn’t say anything, turning his attention to the map on the table instead. Red pins clustered like a rash, each marking a hit by the crime syndicate that had every department in the city scrambling.

The realization hit you hard. The stakes were higher than ever, and the idea of fumbling now made your stomach churn. The last thing you needed was to mess up in front of Bakugou and Kirishima, especially when the latter’s optimism made you want to do better and the former’s disdain made you feel like you never could.

Bakugou laid out the plan, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the room. "..'nd if we’re lucky, tonight’s stakeout’ll give us what we need.” He turned to you, eyes narrowing to twin blades. “That clear, rookie?”

“Crystal,” you muttered, earning a sharp nod.

As Kirishima checked the comms equipment, you shifted on your feet, the weight of what was coming pressing against your chest like a vice. The quiet hum of urgency filled the room as you prepared for the night ahead, a stakeout that promised no sleep, a test of patience, and a confined space with Bakugou’s intensity smoldering beside you.

Yeah. You're soo fucked.

[kammazi]

★ you and katsuki have been dating since highschool and as luck would have it, you both loved to play video games together (or sometimes separately when katsuki would keep blowing up your house in minecraft).

you would play when you would both come back from patrol, or on your days off, including the nights when you chose to stay in when your friends went off partying to god knows where.

eventually however, the more you played the more you realised how funny katsuki was with his reactions and constant serious concentration face that looked like he was in a fight with a villain. so you brought up an idea you had one day.

to start twitch streaming.

at first you expected to be shut down with a scowl or the roll of the eyes but to your surprise he gave you an eyebrow raise followed by, “you know what, why the hell not.”

and that’s what brought you here right now, the two of you huddled around the dual monitor with you having one hand on the mouse, the other on the WASD keys. shaking.

the camera was set up in front as your microphone was positioned in between you two with the chat spamming hilarious comments that were going too fast for you to read, not that you were trying however because you were about to piss your pants.

“katsuki i don’t want to do this anymore.” you could feel the sweat gathering on your palms. you were currently guiding your character through a dark hallway, the only light coming from your flashlight.

“stop you’re fine, just keep going. don’t overthink it.” that’s basically all the support you were getting and you know what, you only have yourself to blame as you thought it would be funny to play a horror game you saw circling on your feed recently, with katsuki saying it didn’t even look scary to be considered one.

“no wait did you see that, there was literally some guy peeking around the corne— OH MY GOD HES CHASING ME HELP.” you could hear katsukis snickers as he watched you pathetically try to escape.

“left sweets, turn left.” your words came out as gibberish as you panicked “I CANT MOVE”. your comment was shortly followed by a scream as the figure lunged at you, the screen displaying a red ‘GAME OVER’.

the force or the jump knocked the microphone, slamming it against katsukis face.

the comment section started blowing up as you sat there contemplating why you ever thought this was a good idea in the first before realising what you did.

katsuki was bent over, laughing hysterically as he fixed the microphone before sitting back up and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

you turned to him, a hand covering your mouth. “i’m so sorry kats i didn’t mean to.” you rubbed his face to try and soothe the hit that he probably barely even felt. while still laughing, he kissed your cheek and stood up.

“alright move over and watch the real pro at work”

which was very short lived because after a cruel jumpscare catching him off guard (which you had deemed was impossible before today) and resulted in him letting out an almost inaudible yelp, he had sat there with a straight face before turning to look at the comments that were mocking him to no end.

he scowled before responding to some.. not so gently. “FUCK YOU ‘GOONMASTER227’, I KNOW YOU WOULD BE TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO EVEN TRY-” you quickly cut him off by grabbing his bicep and pulling him away from the screen. everyone was already used to katsukis outbreaks wether that be on the clock or over some stupid game, however everyone still thought it was the funniest thing ever and always clipped him in these moments.

you tried your best not to chuckle. “okayy guys i think that’s enough for today. if you want us to finish the game please let us know and we hope you enjoyed the stream.” you had by now started cackling as you could hear the steam coming off of your boyfriend.

“like hell we will, this game is ass. get this off the screen.”

two days later, your boyfriends reaction was soon all over the internet, just like you assumed, and his fearsome expression that people managed to pause at the right time and screenshot was on every single profile picture of every account you saw, even your own friends.

safe to say you took a short break from streaming and had to kiss away the scowl on katsukis face for days on end after that.

a.n ; was watching coryxkensin and thought it could be funny. half assed it tho forgive me 😔 (not proofread)

@KAMMAZI 2025

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Katsuki always supporting Izuku from behind despite the desire to get ahead

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baby fever - part 1 ; part 2

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side note: thank you for all the love :D it makes me so happy people loved my first and second part so here’s a third to all my pookies out there, mwah.

it’s your day off. fighting villains everyday weren’t ideal, not to mention how exhausted you are from such a long shift. the moment you arrive home, your body gave out.

as you doze off, noises clatter in the kitchen. your husband and 2 year-old son are in the kitchen, doing as they please.

katsuki understands being a mother, a wife and a hero altogether can take a toll on your body, hence why they’re creating a mess right at this very moment—not that you needed to know.

your husband knows how pouty you can be when it comes to huge messes in the kitchen.

“look at me, dada! look at me!” daiki chirps, standing tall on the other side of the counter, across from his father. “i mixed the ‘nana (banana)” his little grin causes katsuki to chuckle at the sight of his son covered in pancake batter.

“good job, little man. mama is going to be so proud of you. let’s get you all cleaned up” your husband proceeds to hoist up daiki, unknowingly slipping on a banana peel. the one daiki tossed onto the floor.

the both of them go tumbling. katsuki landing right on his back with daiki wrapped securely in his arms as a pained grunt spews right out of his mouth. he curses under his breath, staring down at a giggling daiki. pancake batter drips down his shoulders. his hair has been flattened, drenched from head to toe.

daiki points at his father’s hair. “uh-oh. hair color same as ‘nana”

“ya think yer funny, huh?” katsuki tuts.

“nu-uh. I t’ink dada is funny!”

you snort from the hallway. arms crossed with an amused smile spreading across your lips. No wonder you heard so much clinking, your boys were making breakfast. “it takes two to tango” katsuki swears his soul takes a flight at the sound of your voice. you were sound asleep when he last checked.

“hi mama!” daiki zooms out of his father’s lap, jumping right into your arms. “i mixed ‘nana wit’ dada!”

“good job, baby. i’m so proud—“ whoosh. you don’t get the chance to finish before katsuki leaps his way over, causing all three of you to slip backwards as a squeak erupts from the back of your throat. “—katsuki!”

“mhmm, that’s my name, sweets. i suppose we all have to bathe together now” he mumbles into your neck. you make a face and katsuki doesn’t have to know what kind of expression you’re making, because he can feel your face muscles shifting in their spot.

“nice try, katsuki. you too, daiki. get up and start cleaning” you watch as they both pout.

sometimes, you wonder how strong your husband’s genes are—they were just too similar. you couldn’t help but chuckle. “i’ll re-make the pancake batter and add in your favorites in return” they were immediately up and ready, saluting you.

home is where your boys are.