#insecure bakugo

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Tw; Sexual mentions, cursing, undressing in front of him Themes; Light angst, comfort, insecurity Summery; You feel insecure and anxious about boring your boyfriend, and he reassures you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a tiring yet fun day at the vacation beach house your were staying at with the bakusquad, you had finished a nice, long shower with your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou.

Bakugou was now sitting on his bed with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaning against the headboard as he looked over at you. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, also only clad in a towel as you looked for something on the ground. “You know where you even put your clothes?”

“In my bag, but I tripped over it and now they’re spewed about.” You said before smirking. “Aha! Found it!” You grabbed some clothes and made a few outfits on the bed. “Alright. Now you pick.”

Bakugou looked down at the different outfits you had laid out on the bed before looking back at you with a small smirk. “Oh I get to pick now? Why don’t I just leave you naked for the rest of the day? That sounds nice.” He said, a hint of suggestion in his tone, not so subtly covering up a more teasing hint.

“Katsuki!”

Bakugou chuckled at your protest—squeal of flusteredness? Or just an irritated squeal?—and rolled his eyes. He had obviously been messing with you, but he definitely would have preferred to leave you without any clothes.

He let out a small huff before finally looking over the clothing options again and taking a good look at them. “Tch, fine I pick. How about this one?” He said, pointing to the outfit on the far right.

“Alright bet.” You said, dropping the towel to get dressed in front of him shamelessly.

His eyes widened a bit, a small blush forming on his face as he looked at the now fully exposed version of you in front of him. “Damn, just gonna drop the towel like that, huh?” He said, his eyes unable to tear away from you.

“I’m not gonna move to a closet or some shit.” You said simply, getting dressed. You had a point. “I would only do that if I didn’t want you to see me naked. And you’ve already seen that so many times.”

Bakugou huffed a bit, he knew you had a point. But that didn’t mean it didn’t affect him each time he saw you drop your towel or be naked in front of him. “Well, yeah I know that, but couldn’t you at least give me a warning?” He said, watching as you began getting dressed in the outfit he picked out.

“Think of this as a way of entertaining you.” You said jokingly, sticking my tongue out at him before pausing. “…So you don’t get bored of me.” You mumbled to yourself quietly, pulling on the last bit of clothes.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you when you very obviously purposefully mumbled something quite enough so that he couldn’t hear fully what you said exactly. Yet he still heard it. Because of course he did. “Hah? What was that last thing you said?” He questioned, now looking at you in curiosity. He had heard it, but wanted to know if you’d tell him anyways.

“…if you ever get bored of me?”

His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise when he heard what you repeat your previous statement, his expression shifting a hint of annoyance to a slight surprise. He had been hoping he’d hear you wrong, but that was proven to be wishful thinking. He knew for a fact that he would never get bored of you, how could he?

“Who said I’d ever get bored of you?” He said, trying to keep his tone from changing too much, and showing a hint of a slight annoyance.

“I dunno. You just might.”

Bakugou huffed at that answer, now rolling his eyes and giving you a small glare. “As if I could ever get bored of you.” He said bluntly, now giving you a firm look. Did you honestly think that he could just get bored of being with you? He was in love with you.

“People say that and still get bored.” You said with a shrug, sitting down in front of our room’s mirror.

You sighed and started going through your usual skincare routine after a shower—an extremely simple one, but still.

The blonde looked at you with a slightly bewildered and frustrated expression as you shrugged and sat down to start you usual skincare routine. He sighed and rolled his eyes before walking over to you.

“Tch, well I’m not like other people, am I?” He said, now standing behind you and looking down at you while you sat in front of the mirror.

“Well…” You looked down as you unscrewed the lid of your moisturizer cream. “…no.” You said after a moment, looking back up at him in the mirror. “But still. What if you get tired seeing the same face, and eating the same pussy/dick?”

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow at that, an amused small smirk tugging at his lips as you met his gaze in the mirror. “I’ve had the same explosions for years, and you don’t seem to be getting tired of them.” He said, his voice a hint lower as he crouched down behind you, leaning closer against your back.

“Well…” You paused in thought before looking up at him, open moisturizer still in your hand. “Your quirk isn’t the same thing as my dick/pussy!” You said defensively as he almost snorted in amusement, taking the skincare product out of your hand gently.

Bakugou snickered softly against your ear at your defensive response, now grabbing the moisturizer from your hand gently and starting to rub a bit onto his fingers.

“Oh trust me, I know. Believe me.” He mumbled in a deep voice, his body now leaning against your back, his breath hot and warm against your ear and neck.

“Then why compare them…?”

You asked and he chuckled silently against your neck as he began to rub the moisturizer onto your skin, his calloused hands gentle and firm at the same time as they worked.

“Because they have something in common.” He mumbled, bringing his hands down a bit lower as he began to rub the moisturizer on your shoulders and collarbones, now planting a few kisses on the nape of your neck and your shoulders.

“Psh, like what?” You asked, squirming slightly with a smirk and an eye roll.

He was definitely enjoying the reaction as he continued to kiss along you skin, now working his way onto your collarbones as he answered your question.

“It’s simple. They’re both my favorite things.” He stated bluntly, his words spoken against your skin.

[rub1anauru]

ins-s-securities.

content: you’re lively and bright girl from the department of management in U.A., but your stuttering is a pain in your ass that EVERY TIME keeps you from getting out from your comfort (not really) zone. will a final project before graduation help you to gain at least a little confidence?

tags: 3rd year bakugo x f!reader; post war time i guess; y/n’s from class J; fluff; maybe angst who knows who knows…

smau format, but i hope there will be text chapters. I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes.

also did you notice that i added the scar to bakugo’s face on the header? ♡ love him sm.

0 - pray for her.

1 - mina said ‘why him’.

2 - meet and tense.

3 - face card.

4 - leniency (no).

5 - first and last.

6 - silent game.

info about me ⁽˙³˙⁾.

[shutit-haha]

Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader

Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.

"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.

"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.

"But he is," the man corrects you.

"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.

Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.

Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.

"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.

"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.

"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.

"How was that," you're eager for his validation.

"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."

"Don't gaslight."

"'M not."

One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.

Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.

He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.

"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'

"Katsuki," you whine.

"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."

"You understand, I know you understand."

"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."

"Kat," you swat at him.

"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."

"We're not in college anymore."

"Wasn't that long ago."

Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"

"Sexy as fuck."

"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.

"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.

Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.

Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.

It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.

Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.

"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.

"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.

"Are your muscles cramping?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No," his voice gets louder.

"Thirsty?"

"No," and louder.

"Am I overworking you then?"

"no," and louder.

"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.

"Yeah," he barks at you.

"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."

Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.

"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."

"Then make it happen."

"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."

"It always is."

"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."

"Bullshit," he spats.

"Yeah ok."

"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.

"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."

"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.

"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."

"Not true."

"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."

"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.

You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."

"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."

"Than go find them," you wave him off.

"You're just a fucking manager-"

"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.

[ph0sphor]

been thinking about mha boys and any obnoxious/odd habits and behaviors they might have

midoriya is 100% a nail biter. not even that, homie just snacks on his hands. calluses? gone. when my boy is riddled with anxiety you bet your ass his hands will suffer for it.

i have it cemented in my brain that bakugo talks with his mouth full. if this ball of fire has something to say, he's letting spit fly, and the same goes for when he's eating. he doesn't let anyone or anything stop him from speaking his mind, why should food be any different?

[saturnsorbits]

‘Unlovable’

Ft, Kaminari.

Tw: Bad Writing, Angst, Insecurity, Saturnari coded.

‘Hey…’ You squash your cheek against Kaminari’s chest, your fingers pressing into the soft of his skin as if to remind yourself that he’s here.

Kaminari hums, eyelashes fluttering as he fights sleep to peer down at you, a dull smile stretching his lips. Reaching for you, he pets down your naked side with a palm.

You’re not an idiot. You know that the divot you lie in has been occupied by many a lover before you. That there is many a woman who would find your position agreeable enough; had he half the mind to make you vacate it. By all accounts, it doesn’t even make sense: you and him. His sunny disposition, dimples and infectious personality have him a candidate for relationships superseding so much of what you are; of what you could ever be and yet…

Here you are.

Some days, it feels like a dream.

Other days, it feels like a lie…

A trick of the light that will flicker out if given enough time.

Kaminari presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘Baby?’

Squeezing shut your eyes, you try and silence the voices that swirl in your head, their taunts a toxic song that rings more like truth with each repeat. You wet your lips and swallow the tears threatening your composure before nuzzling against him harder. ‘Just…. Just don’t fall out of love with me just yet, okay?’

[stillstuckin2000spunkrock]

Bakugo Katsuki x chubby!female reader SMUT (request)

I’m gonna apologize first. This is my first smut so it may not be that great😂 Also I want to apologize to the person that requested this, it took me longer then expected I’m sorry😞 I hope you all enjoy! Also I had to publish pics of the story instead because I beat the word limit on Tumblr.. Oops🤭 ALSO BAKUGO IS 22 IN THIS IMAGINE

[saturnpanther]

I have this loose idea for a non-established relationship BakuDeku fic where Bakugo and Izuku are older (maybe like 20s? After UA for sure), on patrol together, attacked, and Izuku just gets his ass handed to him. He's still coherent enough to instruct Bakugo to get him to the nearest safe location...which just so happens to be Todoroki's apartment. Naturally, this leaves Bakugo with thoughts running through his head. Why does Izuku know just where Todoroki's place is? Why is that where he feels safe? Are Todoroki and Izuku closer than Bakugo knows?

[theloveinc]

https://at.tumblr.com/theloveinc/709386875263188992/wncg70pa448c

Hello! I am curious about your tags on this post. How do you personally like characterizing embarrassment with Bakugo?

(link but it's just my prev post!)

hey!! thanks so much for asking :D

don't take my word as law, of course, (in general and) because Bakugo is actually a character who i project A LOT on in terms of like... perfectionism, insecurity, self-doubt and shame (kin moment LMFAO)... so most of my characterization comes from the way eye react to embarrassment, both my own and other's, in situations of all different kinds (like romantic ones, or slapstick ones, etc). it's a feeling that i've literally always hated.

but/so, because i lean more on the Bakugo whose personality (in Cee's words) is insecurity based, i think he tries to avoid embarrassment at ALL costs, because embarrassment = defeat and/or therefore, shame.

in my mind, it's related to his journey of going from overconfident + feeling on top of the world, to... realistic and capable of humility, both in terms of his skills AND personality. even if he's at a point where he can confidently (and aggressively) say he's a good hero/lover/friend/etc... there's still (or, there becomes) this desire in him to avoid the potential failure of being too much or doing too much (aka: acting like the same person he was before and during high school)

so i'd say... i like characterizing Bakugo as being shy and hesitant and careful (in a sense) before he's confident that he has you (or whatever thing) FOREVER. like a built-in safety feature to avoid doing something he'd regret, or become embarrassed by his treatment of others... until he knows for sure he'll get the result he wants. it's part of why i think he's such a hard worker, too :')

(and in a non-romantic context, this might be: not talking about a new move w/ his quirk that he hasn't perfected, or saying he's won XYZ when he hasn't yet.)

there's also the similar depiction of him sort of... leaning into the feelings of embarrassment (defeat) for the end reward... but as someone who has always like. despised that kind of shame and exposure... i just don't really see it being something he likes. but it makes sense too as another result of that journey.

i really, REALLY hope this makes sense!

[pinkykats-place]

chubby!Deku x Baku [no quirks au]

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What they didn't expect, though, was a surprise along the way.

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Good thing Kacchan is there to help him.

One Shot | SFW

[rub1anauru]

ins-s-securities.

5 — first and last.

“just stay out of my way,” bakugo reminded for the umpteenth time.

“okay…”

you understood his annoyance perfectly. while the rest of his classmates coped with their tasks without any extra weight, bakugo was forced not only to tolerate your awkward steps next to him, but also to protect you if something happened. it was a mistake to think that you weren’t nervous. the phone, ready to be used at any moment, was clutched in your hand; your thumb soothingly stroked the screen of the gadget.

while you genuinely didn't want to be a burden for bakugo, you kept thinking about the possibilities. maybe some villains would show up, maybe someone here would need help. in those scenarios in your head, bakugo would neutralize the bad guys, you would get the right shots from the right angle, and everyone would be happy. including his friends, who had already managed to express their excitement about the future footage before the patrol began. and managed to tease bakugo. he blew their asses. you split up with them. that was it.

looking around, you took in the deplorable state of this part of the city. while it was slowly and surely continuing to be rebuilt by civilians and necessary quirks of heroes, its outskirts in places still remained seemingly abandoned. it was these areas that became the target of the underground world of villains, places where the shadows of the events of two years ago could crawl.

“sooo... U.A. often sends you to areas like this,” you assumed hesitantly, just to start some kind of conversation between the two of you. the silence was weighing on you, and you felt obligated to be proactive. “yeah. sometimes due to emergencies,” bakugo confirmed without further elaboration, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. you returned the gaze.

pause. and somewhere there you are banging your head against the wall.

“oh! those school armored trucks,” you quickly pointed your thumb behind you, “this is my first t-time riding in one of those.”

“well, enjoy your last ride,” katsuki said slightly grumpily and turned away, adjusting the belt on his winter suit. under the dark fabric, you could clearly see the flex of all his muscles, especially his biceps, which begged the question of how the fuck he got into such perfect shape? bakugo was seriously buffed and you couldn't help but stare at his side. there were no boys like him in your class. and god, it was kind of flattering to be paired with him for your project. it was reasonable after all.

bakugo tsked and asked with an emphasized jerk of his chin at your device: “so what? your shitty camera will be able to perfectly capture my explosions?”

“of course! i made sure i had the r-right settings for filming something that p-powerful,” you stuttered, instantly cringing at how jarring it sounded to your ears. you couldn’t even look at bakugo for fear of seeing discomfort on his face, but all you could hear from him was an amused huff. “yeah. you better do your best. you won’t have any more chances to see something so badass.”

just bakugo bragging. somewhere there you are now breathing a sigh of relief.

the two of you walked around the street assigned to katsuki for another ten minutes - no signs of illegal activity. you managed to take a few shots of the surroundings for documentary purposes, a couple more with a reluctant bakugo, which was surprisingly funny to you and contrasted with the sadness that overwhelmed you from the empty streets. kids' laughter no longer rang out here, in the evenings the bright streetlights no longer illuminated the path for families who went out for a walk...

“nothing will ever be the same again, right?” you asked bitterly, the colorful arcade sign to your left reminding you of the simple happiness and carefree times that were lost during that horrible period. bakugo didn’t miss your mood and rolled his eyes. “no, it will be better,” katsuki assured you and you thought ‘yes, everything has to be better. nothing less than better’. your attention was caught by a plush and strangely clean rabbit lying in your path, the size of a palm, blue as the sky and with a bow of the same color around its neck. probably used to exchange tickets from the arcade machines for it. you couldn’t resist and stopped to pick up the toy, pocketing your phone, until bakugo noticed and did the same with confusion a few steps ahead. “what?”

you curiously turned the rabbit over in your hand and felt the pull string on its back with your fingers, without thinking you wound up the toy, and a hissing melody began to play with barely discernible distorted lyrics of a children's song:

“wind me u-up and watch me go,

spreading joy in every row-w-w,”

nothing seemed suspicious to you. as the song continued, the string gradually shortened. just a cute rabbit with a creepy-sounding song.

“hopping here a-and hopping there,

with lo-o-o-love and laughter—“

“holy shit, drop it!” bakugo's suddenly wary voice cut off the end of the line.

“everywhereee…”

!!/notes from me:

i hope you’ll like the text part. i decided to add some interesting twists hehe. thank you for waiting for this update🩷 a little tmi: i watched venom 3 (COOL!) and haikyuu movie (OMG THEY ARE LIKE A NEW BREATH OF AIR I LOVE THEM SM).

au page.

[taglist mhaw open!]: @snoozebun @missmanda511

[fridayplanet]

never let a white boy control your emotions, let alone one named some shit like Zach or Clyde

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

[katsukistrustychurchshoos]

💞💞

drunk-dazed ･ﾟ: *✧

summary: katsuki picks you up after you have a night out with your friends.

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex

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katsuki is going to blow your head off when he sees how drunk you are.

but at the same time, he was expecting you to get absolutely hammered, no matter how much he told you to keep your drinking tonight to a minimum. nowadays, it’s difficult to find a day where all of you and you friends are available to meet and catch up. while katsuki likes seeing you enjoy yourself, sometimes he wishes you would stay somewhere he could see you and make sure you’re safe.

it’s not like you can’t handle yourself - but you know how overprotective he is. he won’t believe you’re safe and out of harm’s way unless he can see it with his own two eyes. he’s a pro-hero. he’s seen far too many situations rapidly turn sour, it’s only natural for him to be as cautious with his personal life too.

katsuki’s out the door as soon as he hears your voice on the other side of the line. you’re slurring how much you miss him and love him so dearly. as he’s switching on the car ignition, you make a flirty remark about how good he looked earlier that day during his morning patrol. he tells you to shut up and to stay on the line while he makes his way to you.

“katsuki!” you call out loudly when you see him, wobbling over in your heels. “i missed you soooo much.”

“be careful, brat. i don’t need you falling and breaking your damn legs,” he replies, circling his arm around your waist to help you balance as you sloppily kiss his cheek. you can’t help being so touchy when your boyfriend is just walking around causally, looking like a greek god. has he always looked this irresistible?

“wait! katsu, can we drop off mina and tooru too? please!”

“fine.”

on the surface, katsuki looks irritated at your request but you know he would never refuse. he would always protect his ex-classmates, even if he never admits it directly. you’ve grown to understand katsuki more than anyone else - he cares so much more than people think and it’s one of your favourite things about him. you give him another kiss before he helps you into the front seat.

you’re giggling and hiccuping the entire car ride. katsuki pretends not to care about the gossip he hears between you three but you know he’s listening attentively. he also pretends not to notice the suggestive looks you’re giving him the entire journey.

you drop off both mina and tooru shortly after at their residences. katsuki waits for them to safely get through their doors before beginning to finally drive back home. you’ve gone quiet, as if your friends leaving magically drained you of all your energy. you’ve kicked your shoes off under the seat and have pulled your knees up to your chest. katuski can still feel your prying eyes on him - he knows what that look means.

once katsuki parks up outside your home, he leans over to undo your seatbelt for you. you take this as an opportunity to cup his cheeks and pull him into a heated kiss. he kisses you back but restrains you as he feels your hands start to wander further down. katsuki pulls away and says your name in a stern tone.

“but i wore your favourite dress,” you sulk, “don’t you think i look pretty?”

“you know what i think, y/n.” he replies. of course he noticed what you were wearing. it’s his favourite silky, red dress. it hugs you so perfectly and drives him absolutely insane. you’re still pouting and looking at him with your big, glossy doe eyes. he sighs, “you look beautiful, baby. but i’m not fucking you when you’re drunk.”

“okay…” you say before opening the door and swinging you legs out of the car. katsuki’s already by your side, worried you will trip and fall flat on your face. you raise your arms at him and pout, “carry me, katsu?”

he could never say no to your pretty face. he scoops you up in his arms, letting you breathe in his familiar scent. this is where you feel safest. you’re resting your eyes as he’s carefully manoeuvring the house keys out of his pocket and getting the door open.

the warmth from your boyfriend and home feels like a comforting blanket on top of you. you’re already starting to drift off, and you moan when katsuki starts setting you down on the cold bathroom counter. he’s taking all your skincare products and doing your routine for you, just as he’s seen and watched you do a hundred times before. micellar water, cleanser, toner… the glycerine moisturiser his mother gave you as a birthday present. he scoffs at the memory. you and mitsuki spend the whole evening laughing at his baby pictures and embarrassing childhood stories.

“katsuki, i’m so sleepy…” you murmur, resting your head in the crook of his neck. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling defined muscles under his thin shirt. mmh. my boyfriend has such perfect arms.

“not yet, idiot!” he reprimands you for dozing off. he still needs to brush your teeth and get you dressed!

it’s a pain trying to brush your teeth. you keep trying to cuddle him and complain about the toothpaste being to spicy. katsuki thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, though. you drank a bottle of water in the car (as he instructed you to) so he hopes some of the alcohol has been flushed out. then tomorrow morning you won’t feel so utterly and entirely dreadful. even if he likes having to take care of you (of course, he will never admit this).

shortly after you’re back in your boyfriend’s arms, being carried back into the bedroom. you laugh sleepily when he throws you playfully onto the bed. he knows you’re completely exhausted when he’s taking your dress off for you and you don’t take the opportunity to make a flirtatious joke. and, of course, he notices the pretty set you put on underneath it. he notes to ask you about it later.

you’re clinging onto him as soon as you’re tucked into bed. he had given you his shirt to wear off his back so now you can feel his bare skin against your fingertips.

“i’m sorry for getting so drunk, katsuki. i’m going to feel so bad tomorrow. and i don’t mean to make you worry,” you mumble sadly into the pillow.

“you know the shit i see working, y/n. that’s the only reason i worry so damn much. even if you’re strong and can handle yourself,” he explains, fingers gently caressing the skin under your shirt. “but i will always come get you. no matter how drunk you are or how mad you think i’ll be. alright, brat?”

“mmh. i love you, kacchan. you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

ah. that stupid nickname. it’s grown on him a little, especially since you started saying it.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too, brat.”

thank you to anyone who has read / liked / reblogged any of my writings. you are awesome ♡

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes insecure! reader w glasses, adult themes so, mdni.

he doesn't understand why you take off your glasses right before stepping out. you're squinting at absolutely everything, struggling to even read the types of boba on the menu behind the counter. your eyebrows are furrowed and you're biting your lips, so he reads out the menu, emphasizing your go-to. as you walk out of the cafe with your usual boba in one hand, and his arm in the other, he asks you. "do you not feel pretty in your glasses?" and you almost choke on the chewy tapioca. you ask him to elaborate with wide eyes, does he too, think you're prettier without your glasses?

"they add character to your appearance. to me, they enhance your beauty, instead. dunno why you don't like 'em. my entire body gets hot when i see you in 'em. like, the urge to just drop everything and fuck-" noticing your amused expression, he immediately stops himself. he was never good with words...so maybe, he'll just show you with actions.

and staying true to his internal promise, he did.

his hands trained on your waist, gripping tightly as he tries to keep his eyes open despite the overwhelming pleasure.

his large, veiny cock pacing in and out of you so quickly, hitting all the right spots, making such a mess that you can't register anything in that brain of yours before you're cumming all over the sheets again. your glasses getting crooked as you try to bury the back of your head into the pillow, because your brain just could not handle the amount of pleasure being received by your body. "s-so hot....f-fuck...y'er so hot..."

gojo, reo, eren, bakugo, nagi, barou, atsumu, kunigami, suna rintaro + your favs <3

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[valvewall]

Bakugo as your pro hero!boyfriend... would be interesting, he's horrible at showing he cares but one thing is for certain. This man loves to show you he cares via Acts Of Service. Cooking for you, making your bed when he sleeps over, anything to show you he cares. Just, don't expect him to do much PDA around others despite that.

He's definitely a double texter, and it gets worse when he's anticipating a text from you. After so many horrible things happening to him and his friends, he's scared if you're not in his sight some villain will go after you and steal you from him. Sending you messages after leaving work to check in on you during the day, and instead of sending you long paragraphs, he'll send multiple. He's not 'cheesy' (he's lovesick for you.)

The first year into dating him, and it's already decided in his mind that he's going to marry you. Scrolling through Pinterest looking at ring ideas for the two of you, debating in his mind if you should get matching ones or personalized set. Meanwhile you're curled up on the other side of the couch, trying not to fall asleep to the movie you had picked out just a few minutes prior.

Coming home late was a norm if you two had planned a sleepover, as his pro-hero work often required him to do overtime. Whether it be paperwork or a mission. Usually it never bothered him, he would always end up laying in your arms at the end of the night anyways.

When the relationship would first start, he'd be very insecure, of you and himself. He would put you on such a high pedestal that he thinks he'll never reach your level of greatness. Thankfully, after advice from his close friends and therapist, he learns ways of how to slowly but surely get better at handling his insecurities.

The relationship will need to have a lot of uncomfortable conversations and ability to give the other space when they need it. Katsuki as he got older, despised getting angry and facing his problems before thinking about it. If he has a problem, he gives himself a week to think of how to decide on how he wants to approach it.

He loves you so much, however. Willing to put everything and anything on the line to just keep you safe and loved.

[peachsukii]

I needed to hear “You’re allowed to feel and take up space.” I've def been in readers shoes. Thank you for this sweet comfort, Slay. 💜💜

Hii babes can I get a Katsuki comforts a self-conscious reader if you can do plus size that’s amazing if not it’s okay thehe

Katsuki explodes your insecurities.

800 words

You let out a heavy sigh as you got ready, brushing your hair in the mirror. Every so often you’d have one of those days where your hair looked hideous no matter what you did with it.

That was just something everyone dealt with from time to time, and usually you could brush it off and keep moving. However, today wasn’t proving to be so kind.

The longer you messed with your hair in the mirror, the more you felt dissatisfied with your appearance. Today all your flaws seemed to be screaming out at you.

You took a deep breath and did your best to swallow your insecurities. You couldn’t just shy away from today’s responsibilities and hide away because you felt unattractive. Yet, a sting hit your eyes as you continued your morning routine.

“The hell is that look for?” Katsuki asked, leaning on the doorframe of the restroom.

You jumped by his sudden appearance, “Nothing- just getting ready,” you lied.

Katsuki clicked his tongue at you, “Why do you even bother lying to me. Tell me what’s on your mind,” he demanded.

You sighed, setting down your brush. How could you even begin to explain that you felt hideous to your extremely attractive chiseled by the gods boyfriend? Surely, that’s not a feeling he could relate to.

“Just not feeling well today,” you said, only a half lie this time.

“Mmm, your nose isn't running- and you look fine so, what do you mean?” He questioned further.

“But I don’t look fine!” You snapped, regretting it the instant you said it.

“Hah?! Course you do! The fuck you talking about??” He raised his voice in response.

“Nothing. Just forget it,” you said and tried to brush through him to exit the bathroom.

“No,” he said stubbornly blocking your way. “You’re going to tell me what’s going through your head.”

You let out an annoyed sigh. Why did Katsuki have to be so damn observant all that time.

“Sigh all you want. I'm not moving till you talk,” he said.

“Fine- I just… don’t feel attractive today. That’s all,” you finally admitted.

“The fuck? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” he barked at you.

“Maybe to you! You’re always hot as hell, you’ve probably never had one self-conscious day of your life!” You spat back.

“That’s not fair,” he said in a voice much lower. “Course I have. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean you. You’re hot as hell to ya know?”

“Thank you for saying so but- sometimes I don’t feel like it,” you said honestly.

“Why?!” He grunted. “Have you been looking at those damn influencers again or something?! You know that shit is all fake,” he said.

“I know I know, but it’s not ugh-,” you sighed in frustration feeling your emotions heighten, “it’s not just that- it’s like everywhere and everything reminds me that I could look better and be better. From ads on my phone for beauty products, to friends talking about their diets. It’s exhausting feeling like I’m not keeping up,” you spoke and felt a bubble rise in your throat, “or that I’m not enough,” you said softly. and the tears finally broke through.

“Come here,” he said, gently wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. The protection that his embrace offered caused the pent-up emotions to rush out, you sobbed freely into his chest.

“Quite down, there’s no need to cry,” he spoke, his best attempt at soothing you. His arms still tightly around you, he kissed the top of your head.

“Ya know- a lot of places make a good amount of money for making people feel this way. Make ya feel like ya gotta buy this or do that to be hot but- it’s all bullshit,” he spoke, as your sobs lessened. “You’re perfect the way you are, and if you aren’t gonna believe me then, I don’t know who you’d believe. Because you know I’m not a damn liar and, I especially don’t sugar coat things to no one. So… believe me.” He spoke.

You pushed off his chest to wipe the remainder of your tears, as he continued.

“Just gotta tell all those thoughts to fuck right off. It takes a lot of courage to ignore all that crap and be confident. But you’re the bravest person I know so- I know you can do it. You’re a goddamn sexy person inside and out. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, especially yourself. Got it?”

You nodded sheepishly and looked up, your eyes catching the damp spot on his shirt from your tears. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Katsuki clicked his tongue once more, “that’s another thing- stop apologizing so much. You’re allowed to feel and take up space and… that’s what I’m here for so- come to me anytime you need. Don’t make me drag it out of you next time… promise?”

“Promise.”

Thanks for the request Mint! I think we all need blasty to grab us and tell us we’re beautiful just the way we are 🥹🥰! Hope you enjoy 🫶~

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