#shy bakugou

[ra-2506]

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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.

Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.

Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:

1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.

2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.

3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.

Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.

Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.

"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.

You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.

"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.

However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.

"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.

"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.

"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.

"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.

Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.

You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.

Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.

Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.

Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.

Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.

Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.

In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.

He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-

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[jasileira]

some silly doodles of them

[polymorphin]

inspired by those zookeeper fits from 2022

[woahjo]

katsuki rarely drinks. it's not something he enjoys. but one one night, he shows up at your once-shared apartment, smelling like liquor. something sweet and fruity, liked he'd tried to wash a bitter taste from his mouth. to someone who doesn't know him the way you do, a tired sobriety may be assumed. he's that sort when he drinks.

he smiles when he sees you, a bashful kind of smile, despite not having spoken with you for months and you realize that maybe he's forgotten. maybe he's forgotten the last few months when he moved his stuff out of your place, the period of time after the break up where no one would bring up your names in front of the other.

"katsuki? it's the middle of the night," you say to him through the half open door. "what are you doing here?"

katsuki looks at you, clearly tired, and he swallows thick before opening his mouth and closing it again. you wait for him to find his words.

"i wanted to see you," he says.

"you don't live here anymore," you remind him gently, though you're not sure why you assume that he believes he does.

katsuki glances at the ground and then uses the doorframe to steady himself. you can tell that he's trying not to scare you, trying not to use the sheer size of his body. there's something cautious and equally careless about his motions and you tilt your head.

"katsuki?"

"why don't we talk anymore?" he asks you, swallowing again. you wonder where his friends have gotten off to and at what point int he evening they'd noticed that he wandered off.

the question tugs at your heartstrings as you stare at the man in the doorway. it's a pathetic sort of feeling, a weak longing in your chest. you're not sure how to answer. after the break up, things just sort of... fell off. there was nothing to say anymore.

"I want to talk to you," he admits.

this is a side of katsuki that only you are privy to. a quieter, gentler side of him. one where he can openly admit his wants and faults. an exposed bleeding wound that katsuki has never really been able to sew shut.

you shake your head a little.

"talking's hard," you tell him. you're being honest. talking to him is hard. there is so much history there.

"we used to be friends," he reasons, almost as if he's reminding himself.

"yeah," you nod, "we did."

"and now we're not," he adds. "and that fucking sucks."

you nod again.

"it's late, katsuki," you say to him. "you should get home and sleep this off."

katsuki nods, but he lingers. his eyes wander past you into the inside of your apartment, almost as if he can picture himself wandering in. you keep the door half shut.

"we'll talk soon?" he asks, something hopeful in his voice. this vulnerability makes you ache.

"yeah," you respond. "we'll talk soon. fix things."

katsuki nods and then, as if something sobering has come over him, he straightens his back. you furrow your brows as he looks at you, a pink tinge over his cheeks, and wait for what he has to say next.

"sorry to- sorry to bother you so late," he says, a little less gently. he's let a mask slip carefully over his features.

"it's fine," you shake your head. "get home safe, okay? do you need me to call someone for you?"

katsuki shakes his head insistently. "no, no," he says firmly— soberly. "i'm good. i'll see you around."

"okay."

he turns from your step and you watch his back for a moment before quietly shutting the door to your apartment. it feels too quiet now, and you briefly miss the light from the street as you turn back to the empty, darkened rooms.

you wonder if he'll remember coming to your door tomorrow and kick himself for it. you wonder if he'll wake up in the morning, his head pounding, with the mortifying memory of having shown up on your doorstep, telling you that he misses you in a set of different words. or, you wonder if he'll forget. will he wake tomorrow with no memory at all of the first conversation you've shared in months?

it's probably best if he doesn't remember it. then, there'll be nothing to follow up on and nothing to apologize for in the sobering light of day. you won't have to talk to him and be reminded of just how painful every aspect of this is. you have no intention of keeping your promise to talk soon, as much as you might like to fix things. it's best, for the both of you, if you let him fade into the background. then, you can meet him again as strangers—friends of friends—and pretend that the history between you both never happened in the first place.

[willowser]

bakugou carries his little newborn around on his bare chest in the kitchen for a bit and then when she starts to get fussy, he lays her down on the couch to swaddle her back up, and she reaches her little arms high above her head and you can hear him quietly hum and say, all fondly,

"oooh, big stretch,"

and his sleepy face is all soft and his lips are curved up just a bit and he waits until she's done before carefully wrapping her up 🥺🩷✨️

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: mentions of being on birth control, mention of maybe getting pregnant, scent kink

have you guys ever heard of like…..being attracted to someone’s smell which means you’ll pair together really well??? and there have been cases where people get off birth control and it intensifies the smell and either makes it completely unbearable or even fucking better for the person??? okay THAT but with Bakugou…….,,,

you’re on birth control for whatever reason, and you’ve always pretty much liked his smell. it’s always been distant scents of caramel, a little sharp twang of spice whenever he comes home sweaty. and usually, you’ll let him chase you around the house while you laugh about him needing a shower because he stinks—but it’s all in jest.

and maybe, after a couple years of being with him, you get off of it for whatever reason—you wanna get pregnant, or it’s not serving you anymore, or you just don’t wanna be on it for any longer. and there’s—there’s a certain shift in the air whenever you’re around him.

you feel like a fuckin cat in heat when you stand near him, always pressing your face against the slickest parts of his skin. your nose buried in his palms, pressing sweet and gentle kisses to the hardened skin.

and Bakugou doesn’t understand what the fuck is going on with you, or why you always want to lay in his armpit, but he doesn’t complain much. even when he catches you huffing his dirty workout tanks and wearing his already worn boxers around the house.

but you can’t help it!! you just wanna bathe in his scent—now slick and honeyed and cinnamon—until you pass out from forgetting to exhale. and you’re such a perv about it that he can’t help but tease you—for licking the sweat from his collarbones whenever he’s on top of you. for inhaling where his scent lays stronger on the skin beneath his balls. for burying your nose in his pits whenever he stretches in the morning.

calls you his sick little pervert, getting off to his sweat, tells you how nasty you are for liking something so depraved. but your shame has abandoned you—all you care about and crave is his scent covering you in every way, shape, and form.

[inkalight]

Kacchans tie ♦️

[bnhaobssesed]

(Now I know some of you may know that scene in Twilight. Where Bella is trying to hint to Edward the door is open. Well I thought about that scene when she comes to bed in lingerie and he just smiles and covers, kissing her head.)

Just thinking about adult!Bakugou with an adultvirgin!reader.

His first time was ruined and a mess. It was a quick thing a little after he graduaded from UA because he wanted to get rid of that 'virgin' title he had made himself. He taken the step, thinking it was a task in his life and he got rid of it. It didn't bother him at first until he got to realize how important a loving and respected sexual life is.

And years after he deeply regrets it. He lost a part of his youth to a random girl he doesn't know the name of, at a random party Denki dragged him to. And when he met you, so innocent and bubly, he wanted to do anything to protect that part. And that came with your virginity.

At first you thought he was just shy but no. He just didn't want to mess up what he already did with himself. So he forbid himself to go further until a certain point. So months went by, you moved in together, and were now very well settled into this relationship.

But now that part was missing. You had once told him you wanted to wait for the right one to do it with. Even if it had to wait until marriage. And it took it at heart, listening to your wishes. Sometimes a little too much... "Katsuki, please...", he shook his head while cooking. "No." you hugged his back tightly. "But you know I want to..." "I said no, y/n. It's not the right time nor the right decision." and that speech came back everytime.

You tried to rile him up, to make him go further. you would initiate make out sessions, and guide him to touch you more. And sometimes he would let go of all reason and go further. But as soon as he felt he crossed a line, he would step away as if you had a deathly disease. And you could swear his flushed cheeks and tossled hair never looked cuter. But you started to felt dejected and annoyed about how he would stop and leave you both hot and bothered when you both wanted the same thing.

You had no choice but to take the matter in your own hands. So you started this game to male yourself more enticing. He would come home to you wearing ungodly short dresses while cooking. You would put your hair up more often, showing off that 'K' necklace he bought for you. You would walk around the house 'looking for something' with just a towel around you. It would make his heart flutter, and also what was in his pants. But he brushed it off, shaking his head.

And then the final level, you would come into the room, wearing a set of lingerie while he was waiting in bed for you. The first time you did that, he sat up as you akwardly posed against the doorway. He just smiled and shook his head as he sunk back into his pillow. He crossed his arms and gazed at the ceiling like he had seen the heavens. He just laughed to himself, his ears burning and turned on his stomach, groaning.

Mission failed

You turned flirtier everytime you had the chance to. You finally got tired and lost hope. You came in like every other night, wearing a little set but this time you wore his skull shirt above it. You crawled into bed and hugged your pillow, your back arching ever so slightly as he watched his whole world beside him. He quietly brought up the covers on you, not missing the chance to graze your thigh in the process and kissing your head.

During the night, you get up to drink water and you also find him in the kitch. You quietly sit, looking down at your own hands. "Couldn't sleep ?" you started and he scoffed. "Not with you like that next to me." you frowned. "What do you mean ?" he sent you an unimpressed look. "Oh so my girlfriend is laying next to me looking so pretty and I can't be a little annoyed."

You looked down. "It's only up to you. You never touch me." he frowned and stepped closer, taking your and making you look at him. "Y/n... I don’t think you have any idea of what you do to me." you look as his deep red eyes. "Then why can't we cross that path... I feel so...undesirable..." you had to bite your lips to not let your hurt tone slip out but he still noticed it. "Baby look at me..." you were an obedient puppet in his hand. “You are...everything to me. And I want the best for you, okay ? Especially when it comes to the mistakes I've made too. I don't want you to regret making that step when you once told me you wanted to wait until marriage."

You scoffed. "I told you I was willing to wait for the right one to do it with. You are the right one Katsuki. And you coming out of your way for a wish I told you during a very late night just proves that. But rght now I want to be close to you in a way I have never been to anyone..."

His eyes darkened, you were flush against him, in his shirt and he just wanted to guess the lingerie you were wearing underneath. You grazed your hips tenderly. "Are you 100% sure ? Because if I let go, I won't stop." you noticed how dark his red irises had turned. "Yes... Or do I have to go to the drug store to find a cheap ring and ask you to marry me ?" you bit back, only making his dark smirk wider. "Careful. I might take you up on that sweatheart." and without another word being said, he picked you up bridal style and marched towards the bedroom. He closed the door with his foot, kissing you and gently putting you on the bed as if you were made of glass.

You were in for a long and loving first night.

[willowser-but-nsfw]

[ nsfw ] — smut (18+) ; soft fantasy bakugou ; implied arranged marriage ; a lil' bit breeding kink-y ; some perceptions surrounding virginity that i only added because of the genre/setting (medieval fantasy-ish) and not because it aligns with my personal views ; reader and bkg do not speak the same language — but they are learning ; reader and bkg are both a little bit drunk, but very much consenting ; i invented a language for katsuki's people because i am hopeless.

[ wc ] — 4k+

[ ficmas ] — this is my silly little fic for the lovely, lovely @odieoats !! i hope that you enjoy it !! — but, most importantly, i hope that your holidays are treating you well and with love and that your new year be warm and welcoming 🧚‍♂️✨️🎁

It's Midwinter.

Shortest day and longest night of the year, Yagi tells you, and therefore cause for a feast. Never in all your life have you consumed as much mead as you have within the short three months since you've been married, and yet still you have not grown accustomed to it; the honeyed taste, yes, but not to the warm, woozy feeling that takes root between your ears.

One moment you are admiring the many gifts that adorn the great evergreen in the middle of camp, and the next you are cross-eyed, struggling to find the top of the tree and the carefully carved sun that reigns in favor of the Allfather. It's just so tall, you muse, stretching so far into the heavens that one could worry its beauty and grandeur might cause offense to their Gods. 

A hand is at your shoulder, then, to steady you. “Are you well, Chieftess?” 

Chieftess: another novelty with which to grow accustomed.

In the firelight, Yagi’s features are sharpened, shadows long and dark with worry. Frightening is the down-curve of his brow as he stares carefully into your eyes—so tall, you muse—but he must only find your drunkenness, as a smile softens his thin face.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” you return it with ease, cheeks warm, and bring up the small, well-bundled plant in your hands. “It looks as if there’s no place for what my husband has given me.”

“Ah,” carefully, he takes it by the stem and holds it up high to better see, the contrast of its white berries crisp against the night sky. “And do you know where our Chieftain has gone?”

Like slow-falling snow, his words settle in your mind, the flurry of them gathering until the meaning is new and clear. You spin a slippery heel over the snow, looking across the encampment to where you'd last seen your husband: before, he was locked into a fierce embrace with Midoriya, too proud to turn down the invitation to wrestle, but now only his shield-brothers remain, arranged in a circle as they dance and chant and pound their heavy fists against their bare chests. Among the lot of them, you watch on for the ashen mess of his hair, the familiarity of the scars he bears, the drunken, crooked grin that comes so rarely—but Katsuki is not among them.

"I—" you breathe, dizzy, suddenly, as your eyes jump from warm-body to warm-body in search of him. With the fires roaring, the camp is aglow and clouding your vision in an amber haze, and you don't realize you've begun to spin until a firm hand steadies you again.

“Mistletoe,” your Elder murmurs in translation, drawing you from the honeyed-hold. Giant that he is, finding an open branch on the tree poses no issue, and he hangs your gift with a care that melts a nameless tension; still, their traditions are foreign, another language you struggle to interpret. “It says that Young Bakugou is…giving you great love and…asking for your fertility.”

"Fertility?" Such heat flushes your face that you wonder if it could be steaming, and the waver in your voice makes him laugh.

"A common thing wanted of a claimed man," Yagi chimes, voice like mischief as he bows his head to take his leave. Off somewhere behind you is where his gaze falls and freezes, where it thaws and warms with admiration. Your Elder nods, and when you turn to follow his lead, you see why such seasons could come and go in his eyes. "The night will be long, Chieftess, and one should not spend Midwinter alone."

Katsuki stands at the worn-end of the trodden camp trail with shoulders back and squared, covered by the grand furs of his cloak; a God already watching on. It must be the mead that has made him so crystalline and easy to see through, as there's not a hint of hesitation in his gaze as it darkens and lids, as he slowly pulls the material from his broad back in a gesture that seems all too inviting.

And then he is turning, leaving the young night and its celebration for the sanctity of your shared tent.

You are left within the heat of the fire, all too aware, then, of how it has slipped beneath your furs with such a smoldering intensity; the Elder's revelation has a fever starting in your belly and sweat breaking across your skin.

It has been six days since you've last laid with your husband.

A full fortnight had passed before your marriage was consummated, for no other reason than that you were untouched and afraid. Before knowing him as you do now, Bakugou Katsuki came across as little more than a brute, one that seemed likely to hold you down and ravage you as he so pleased, as your mother had tried to warn you, and yet the night of your wedding, he sat across the pillows and told you that he, too, was just as untouched.

Standoffish and a bit shy, more drawn to actions than words as there were not many the two of you shared. Midoriya has been a constant presence, always dragged one way or another so that he may translate the more difficult words Katsuki is most unfamiliar with. Some nights you can hear them near the hearth, the voice of your husband low as he tries in earnest to learn all that he wishes to say to you. 

To enter his manhood with one he so loved is considered a great honor, as Yagi had told you, and to hear him sounding at words in the dark that are so foreign to him, to know that he was just as pure as you, to learn that you were not a thing to be ravaged, but to be cared for; love-making after that seemed only natural.

You watch the firelight dance against the canvas of the tent, wild and without caution, hindered only by your shadow as you approach. Katsuki's boots lay at the entrance—one on its side and the other upright—and despite the snow and ice covering the ground, you shed your own right beside his.

If he hears you enter—and you're sure he must, the savage beat of your heart at the very least, something attuned to his ear only—he offers nothing; instead, his head is back, leaned over the edge of the round, steel tub that sits across from the hearth. Even from where you stand, the steam wisping above the water is visible, causing you to shiver as you begin to undress; if there is one thing you will always have with a Chieftain of Dragons, it’s a boiling bath.

The rustle of your furs finally captures him and Katsuki raises his head just to turn it, to peer over his shoulder at you with one bright red eye. Slow, he blinks, the heat of his gaze searing over your body as it becomes bare to him, lingering on the few, faded burns that sit at your hips from when last you were together. 

Virginal and green as he once was, your husband did not—and still does not—lack enthusiasm whenever he is tangled up within you; the ache you’ve been nursing in your lower belly in the recent days seems to have subsided, though you wonder if it is only your rapidly building arousal that has dissolved pain to pleasure. One broad hand breaks the surface of the water to rise and trace over your forearm, and Katsuki looks at you as if you are a deity to worship—and you find you couldn’t care less about any lingering soreness.

"May I join you?" 

Already he’s begun to make room for you, but he hums in assent, nodding. "Yes." 

At your hiss of surprise from the temperature of the water, a crooked grin breaks across his face and he leans forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he presses his mouth into the soft skin below your belly button. Not to kiss but just to soothe, laving you with a drunken affection. 

When you can finally stand it, Katsuki pulls you into his lap, slotting your legs around his hips with such ease that you need not ask the Gods if he was made for you or you for him; one and the same, you are, neither existing without your shared heart. Its beat flourishes, spreading to the points of your fingers and the pit of your stomach and the thick of your neck. Only now do your bones thaw, made warm from the water and the lingering dregs of mead and his love, from the home he has made your own.

You kiss away the natural crease of his brow, following down the marks of war that scar his cheeks, his neck. It earns you a small grunt and he eventually turns, overwhelmed, then, by your attention to his intimate details.

“Thank you,” you tell him softly, “for the gift. I didn’t—” guilt rushes through you like a winter wind, returning with a bite for all that you still have to learn of his people. Your people. “I didn’t think to find one for you.”

“No need for gift.” He murmurs, into your skin like a secret.

A frown he doesn’t see deepens your lips, and you run your now wet hands through the strands of hair at the base of his spine, dampening them. “I would have liked to give you one.”

“No need for gift.” Katsuki repeats, pinching you beneath the water until you are squirming against him, until you can argue no longer. His hands grow bold, mapping you carefully, adding every crease and curve to what he already knows of your body. 

You speak up when he cups your bottom, before either of you can get too lost. “Yagi tells me it’s a symbol of love, your mistletoe.”

It does little to distract him; the fine point of his nose drags up the column of your throat, breath tickling just under your ear. “...yes.”

“And…fertility.”

Katsuki’s head pops up then, eyebrow raised. “Hah?”

“For—” you pause, thinking, “—having children.”

A common thing wanted of a claimed man, Yagi told you, but in the slow burning light of the hearth, your husband’s face pinkens and he glances away, instead watching his hands below the water. It’s something you know is expected, though it remains a conversation yet to be had, perhaps when you know the words, the both of you; in the meantime, you’ll continue to learn his sensitivities and delights, to teach him yours—all that there is left to know, at least.

“Yes,” he murmurs, fitting his thumbs back into the grooves he’s left on your hips, what of his hands he’s engraved in your skin. Despiste the claim it marks on you, Katsuki frowns, watching you carefully as his fingers move in slow, firm circles. “Pain here?”

“No,” you smile, to this man that you thought would ruin you. “No pain.”

Warmed, he spreads beneath you easily, shifting you along with him as he presses where you are soft to where he is hard. The pressure surprises you both despite the heady weight circulating throughout the tent, and Katsuki exhales like he wants his breath to move through you. 

"For love," he speaks to your heart, the devotion molded in his image. "And…what is it?"

You snort, pressing your lips into his hairline. "And fertility."

He is silent for a long moment, thinking in your tongue, before planting kiss after kiss along your chest, your collarbones, the hollow of your throat. "'n givin' babies."

A true laugh startles out of you, shaking you both with its sincerity, but Katsuki only continues to sigh into your skin, his hands moving to the dip of your waist, up the stretch of your spine and back, walking every last mile of your distance. 

There's a soft tickle from where his mouth trails and you think he means to make you squirm again, but you soon realize he is murmuring —"...engitt vakvaniki?"—though you think the words are more for him than yourself; a reiteration, some kind of assurance that you've outgrown the intimate soreness he once gave you.

"No," you breathe again, quietly. "No pain."

It's all the promise he needs: Katsuki's grip tightens, meaningful, and then he is pushing and pulling you over him until the stars are shooting through your every nerve. A haze develops in the soft bicolor of both his eyes, and you can see him fighting to find you through the clouds as you follow the silent commands of his hunger.

Desire leads you; top to bottom, back and forth, head to base. Against your chest, you can feel the slight part of his mouth, the flare of his nostrils as the lap of the water grows. One of his arms slowly winds behind your waist as you gasp, the swollen tip of him catching your most sensitive spot, tenderness making you both groan.

You lose yourself to the movement, dragging just behind Katsuki's stifled, narrow upward thrusts. Wide as the tub may be, it's nothing to having him underneath you amidst his thick, woolen blankets, but the seedlings of lust are growing, blooming, into something with roots you don't want to unearth just yet.

Fingers tangle in your hair, angling your head down towards him so that he can press wet, open-mouthed kisses against your lips; full of bite and teeth, revealing what little control he has over the animal of his body, just as wild and without caution as the fires that blaze in a dragon's honor.

But—his attention to the water is lost and its heat is steadily fading, smothered out by the winter winds slipping between the flaps of your tent. A shudder wracks your spine, but despite the rough hand that trails up to cup your breast, their stiff peak isn't from Katsuki's touch.

Voice low, you pull back just enough to fit the gruff of his name, stopping him mere seconds from sucking your soft, pebbled skin into his mouth.

His eyes dart up to your face, half-lidded. "Hah?"

If he wasn't so cute, you might prove a stronger willed woman; a light kiss to his nose has him scrunching it, and a light kiss to his lips has him surging, welcoming the wet dip of your tongue into his mouth.

Only when the frost creeps further in are you able to steady yourself, now swollen and bitten. "I'm cold."

As if finding himself after ages lost, Katsuki leans back, seemingly surprised, to peer down into the water, glaring at it like it's betrayed him in some way. With a lip between his teeth, his attention shifts from you to the nest of furs you've been bedding in this season, and it's not long before his arms are tightening around your body.

"No, wait—!"

He rises at once, laughing meanly in your ear as you struggle to cling to him; in return, you bite his lobe and snort into his cheeks as he hurries across the tent. Cradling the back of your head as if you were a child, as if you were something more special than you are, Katsuki lays you down amongst the wool and feathers, eager to slot himself behind you.

A shiver tears through even him, has him burying his face into your neck as he pulls the blanket up around your heads. It only takes a moment for his hands to heat, for his heat to spread, to have you loose and wide open once again; hips against your backside, your husband hikes your leg up, tucking your foot behind his thigh so that you are bared for the fever of his touch.

"Need no gift," the words are lost to your gasp, when the too-light pad of his fingers swirl where you are tender and slick. "No-thing but you."

And then the thick weight of him is gliding over your core, teasing, before he can no longer stand to be without you; a plead falls from his mouth as he guides himself into you, needy and wanton against your temple. Surrounded by his love and touch and sounds and entwined in such a way has your stomach tight with want, and with every inch Katsuki pulls out and pushes back in, you angle your hips so that he is seated as deep as your body will allow. 

"Katsuki," you gasp at how he carves himself into your nave, arching your back and groping blindly at his body.

One of his hands finds your cheeks and he seizes them, turning your face so that he may press his lips into yours. "Fuck," he hisses, capturing a rhythm that rattles you both. "Var in svo—good. Fuck, s'good."

You can only wordlessly agree, settling for a noise he eagerly drinks down. Only once he's certain your head will not fall away from him does his hand return to the seam of your body, pads of his fingers stroking you and the mess already leaking down your thighs. When your lips part, he hums in appreciation and presses down further, as if your pleasure is feeding his own.

The wet sound of skin against skin grows, a drumbeat to the song you both sing as your fires rage; sweat builds in all your creases and curves, dampens your hairline and his as you fall prey to a savagery you once feared—and now have come to crave.

Katsuki groans into your mouth, worship in a language you do know. The rough drag of him in and out of your heat never ceases and beneath your touch, he starts to tremble, too deep into something neither of you can stand.

"Ah," he props himself up on an elbow, fingers digging into the fat of your hips so that he may pull you to meet his every thrust. You look back over your shoulder at him, core pulsing at how his head has fallen slack, with mouth open and eyes shut as he fucks himself into a euphoria he only finds with you.

You make a weak attempt at his name, lost in the throes of your own pleasure, and wait for the hot spill of him inside of you, but—you are all at once empty.

"I—shit," a hand is fisted into his own hair like he's trying to hold back his tide, to keep it low for now. His skin gleams in the firelight, a God wrapped in gold.

Chest heaving, he shuffles around your leg, finding the home between your thighs as he presses a weak trail of kisses down your chest, down your sternum and to your stomach. You know where he's going; at the mere thought of how he drank from you the last time you were together, your core clenches, something that doesn't go unnoticed by him as his crooked smile is pressed into your skin.

It's an act that still has you a bit shy, and as the furs shift and the cold clings to the droplets lingering on your skin, you shiver. Katsuki struggles a bit to bunch himself up beneath the blanket, so that he and you may stay covered, and the stars are still burning in your veins, in your nerves, and so you pull at his shoulders.

"Later," you can't help but to laugh when he frowns. "When it's not so cold."

Words you know to be little, childish insults tumble from his lips, foreign, as he crawls back up the expanse of your body. You tug a bit harshly on his hair and his lips curl, the brat, mischievous and taunting with a bite to your cheek.

"Baby," he grumbles, although smiling.

You mean to nip back at him, but Katsuki pulls one of your legs over his shoulders and your attention is drawn to his body now that it sits in plain view. Scars that color him, that bear proof to the strength he's grown; such a body like his seems carved from marble, and your heart softens at every memory of his unfouded shyness.

A God at your center, heart shared. Katsuki looks upon you just as you look upon him and the honey-mead warms in your belly, drips down your spine with the weight of all the love you hold for him—and he for you.

You tell him quietly, as he bows his head to spit where he means to join you. "Ig siggna vik."

Though the words fit odd inside your mouth, their shape is known to him; he glances up as if in awe, and his answer is a breathless exhale of your name as he slips inside you once again. His face goes directly to your neck, already trembling hands slipping up to hold your face so that you are always close, so that his breath is yours and your moans are his.

"Var in svo hott," he tells you again; it's so good, a common phrase that has your threads wearing thin.

It's take little time before he is falling back into the same bruising pace, chasing the high you're eager to grant him. You fist a hand in his hair as his teeth sink into your skin, as he bullies into the sweet spot that has your stars aligning, has them shining behind the lids you can't help but to close.

"Fuck," you breathe, arching into him. "Katsuki—Gods—"

Your vulgarity has his breath pitching and exhaling sharply and he stops, only for one long, horrible moment, before he can't bear it.

"Fu—sorry," he breaks, the sound so fragile on his tongue. It's not a word you've ever heard from him and your chest tightens at the thought of him asking Midoriya for it. "Sorry, sorry."

With a desperate moan, he's sitting back on his knees, brow crumpling as his eyes are forced shut. "Oh, I—" and his hold finds the dip of your waist, grip tight enough to steal your breath so that he can pull you up into him as he cums. Deep and hard, shoulders shaking as he tenses over you, groaning on such a low sound that your own tide nearly crests.

The sight of your husband—Chieftain of Dragon's, the warlord that won you from the hands of your father, that loves you as winter loves the wind—reduced to ashes at your heat, trembling on the breeze as he twitches and spills inside of you; wild is your desire, without caution.

Katsuki only takes the time to press a sloppy kiss into your cheeks, to push back the damp hair that has fallen into your face before his hands are re-molding to your hips. Though you are more than slick enough, still he leans back to spit into the space between you, spreading the wetness as he circles you again with the pad of his thumb.

And then you are following not far behind him: it's the pressure around your tenderness and the deep sink of him inside you and the eyes rolling back into his head as he fucks through his own sensitivity. Your cries mingle, him at the sudden flutter of your walls, and you at the honeyed-bliss that he gives you.

"I—fuck," he pants, running a hand up your stomach as your trembling slows into delayed, sporadic aftershock. You feel him kick inside of you at the sight and you laugh despite your sudden weariness. "I love you."

Though he is flushed in you and the firelight, his cheeks brighten, if possible, like such an admission is yet another display of his idle bashfulness. You smile and his own grows in return, crooked and dazzling, and you open your arms for him to slump down onto you.

Katsuki does, but it's not long before he is reaching to toss the wool off his back, murmuring, "hot," into your ear—and then because he is a terror, he hisses, "baby," too, like an overgrown child. 

There are other words he whispers into your skin, some you know and some you don't. Some you'll come to learn, some he'll share with you, this language that will tell him all you cannot. You're not worried, however, at either his understanding or yours, with a love as true as stars in the sky, like white berries—crisp—against even the longest and darkest nights.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Bakugo with a Shy and Quiet

Girlfriend

Katsuki Bakugo x shy Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: ridiculously long and for no reason, fluff, Bakugo swearing, protective, possessive Bakugo, Mineta being a perv, reader being a badass, reader gets beat up

AN: Starting off 2023 strong 💅This is an Anon request! I just want to say, I am not a shy person so this is me trying my best to write a shy reader 😅 I know Baku-bro is a fav so I hope I did him justice 😌

You’d always wanted to be a hero, ever since you can remember

Maybe it was the uniforms, maybe it was the fact that they saved people, whatever the reason you always adored heros

So when you were accepted to the prestigious U.A. High you were so excited

Your quirk was quite useful when it came to hero work

You see, you were able to see thought solid items, useful for everything from finding lost pets to locating victims during natural events

You had a lot of control over your quirk, being able to turn it on and off at will

You also were extremely athletic, with exceptional fighting skills

However one thing you struggled with was your extreme shyness

It wasn’t that you never talked but you just never felt comfortable speaking up

You often kept to yourself, too shy to initiate conversations with others

So when you were placed in class 1-A, you were a bit nervous

Everyone seemed so outgoing and confident and you just didn’t seem to fit it

“Hi there!! You must be Yn!” A voice sounded as you jumped as a pink haired girl stood in front of you

You blushed, smiling a little and nodded

“Wow you are so cute!! My names Mina, it’s so great to meet you!” She said extending her hand for a greeting

“Mina calm down! You’re going to scare her!” A voice boomed as you again jumped

“Boy you sure are a jumpy one,” Mina giggled as a tall redhead came besides her

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima! It’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again

“Dang what’s everyone doing over here?” A yellow haired boy said, continuing the circle of people now surrounding your desk

“We are just talking to Yn!” Mina cheered as the yellow haired boy smiled at you

“I’m Denki Kaminari, it’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again, eyes looking down at your desk

“OI SHITTYHAIR!” a voice boomed from behind the wall of people as you squeaked in surprises

A blonde haired boy came besides Kirishima as you stared at him, his eyes narrowed on the group in front of you

He was a little taller than you, hair spiked up all over the place, and he was super cute

“Bakugo chill out what’s wrong now?” Kirishima asked, smiling at Bakugo

“Why is everyone standing around my desk?! Go sit in your own!” Bakugo growled

“We aren’t around your desk explosion boy, we are talking to Yn!” Denki added as Bakugos head snapped to you

You 👉🏻😐😳

Bakugo studied you, eyes narrowed on your face

You avoided his penetrative stare, eyes averting every which way

“Whatever, go to your own desks!” Bakugo said, sitting down next to you as you stiffened and sat quietly

During class, you’d occasionally glance at the stoic blonde

His profile was perfect, everything from his hair to his chin was incredible

At one point, you turned to steal a quick glance and we’re met with a pair of red eyes glaring back at you

“Is there something wrong?” Bakugo said as your eyes widened and you viciously shook your head, turning back to your work and hiding your face

You were so embrasshed that he had caught you looking at him that you literally wanted to cry 😩

However Bakugo thought it was rather amusing

A small smirk grew on his face when he saw how red your face turned

He thought you were rather cute, with how shy you were

You were really one of the only people he could actually stand being around, your presence light and calming to him

At first, he didn’t think of you as much more than a classmate

That was until he first heard you speak

“Alright YN, let’s talk about your quirk today. Why don’t you share with everyone your speciality,” Aizawa asked as you gulped

Everyone turned to look at you as you quietly stood up, playing with your fingers as you spoke

“Umm well, I can see through objects and ummm well it can be very useful for ummm locating victims in things like earthquakes or collapsed buildings,” you say shyly as everyone watches you

“Thank you YN, you can sit down now,” Aizawa added as you quickly sat down, flustered by having to speak in public

After class, you stood up, ready to leave when an agitating, grating voice hit your ears

“Well hello there gorgeous,” Mineta spoke as you quickly turned, avoiding his gaze, “I was just wondering if you could use your X-ray vision to see though things other than buildings?”

You looked at him, confused 🫤

“Umm yeah, I can see thought pretty much anything if I want,” you said as Mineta smirked

“Does that include clothing?” He grinned as you froze

Honestly, why out of my way Yn, I’ll punch him on your behalf 👊🏻

“Umm well- umm no I don’t-”

“HEY FREAK!” a voice growled from behind you as you jumped a little, the atmosphere changing as you felt someone come behind you

You turned to see Bakugo standing behind you, his body stiff and his eyes narrowed on the little jerk in front of you

“What the hell do you think your doing? Leave her alone before I blow your ass clear into outer space!” He said as you watched the blood drain from Mineta’s face

“I was just talking with her, she has a very interesting quirk,” Mineta said

Meanwhile, the entire peanut gallery is watching your interaction like 👉🏻👀🍵🍿

“You were just being a perv and you messed with the wrong girl! Now back off!” Bakugo snarled as Mineta slowly backed away

“Umm thanks Bakugo,” you manage to squek out quietly as he walks away

“Whatever,” he says walking past you and out the door

You sigh, following him out the door as the peanut gallery reflects on the situation

“Have you ever seen Bakugo act like that?” Kirishima probes

“Never!” Denki adds as Mina nods

“Do you think-” she adds as the other two smile back at her

Oh they DEFINITELY think 😏

Back at the dorms, you begin making yourself a cup of tea when Midoriya and Todoroki greet you

“Hey Yn!” Midoriya says as you smile back, stirring your tea

“Hey,” you say shyly as the two stand close

“We were wondering if you could help us study for the test coming up? We know you are pretty smart in the subject and we are having a bit of a rough time,” Midoriya asks

“Oh umm- I mean I’m not really that smart but I can’t try,” you say, smiling back at them

Meanwhile 👀 a certain boy is watching from a distance

A totally not jealous blonde haired boom boom boy

He’a definitely not jealous tho, let’s make that clear

He’s just clenching his fists while those damn nerds talk to you, getting WAY too close to you

But he’s not doing it out of jealousy oh no way 🙃

He watches as you talk with the two, icy hot getting a little too close for his comfort

The final straw happens when you accidentally back up, bumping into the side of the ledge

And of course, that damn icy hot is there to steady you

He stomps up to you, staring straight at you

“Oh hi Kacchan!” Midoriya says as Bakugo storms up

“What the hell are you two bothering her for?” Bakugo growls as Todoroki and Midoriya study him

“We were just asking Yn to help us study, it’s not big deal,” Todoroki added as you watched their interaction

“Yeah well don’t!” Bakugo spat, his volume now attracting the attention of many of the students

The entire class 1-A is all about this drama

“Uhh Kaachan,” Midoriya starts to say before Todoroki interrupts

“YN said she would help us so we are going to study now. Come on Yn!” He says, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the study areas

Oop 😶

“I’m coming with!” Bakugo adds as Midoriya just stands there

“Kaachan you just told me earlier you wouldn’t help me study,” he added as Bakugo stomped after you and Todoroki

“Shut up you damn nerd!” He shouted

The entire study session was a bit awkward to say the least

Bakugo sat on one side of you while Todoroki sat on the other, just glaring at each other the entire time

Both you and Midoriya were hella uncomfortable as you tried your best to help the boys

“YN thanks so much for helping us! We really appreciate it,” Midoriya said as you smiled and nodded

“You nerds still don’t get this stuff,” Bakugo scoffed as Todoroki glared

“Well we would if you’d let Yn have an inch of space to explain anything!” He gritted out and Bakugo snarled back

“Ok well this was fun,” Midoriya interrupted :D, “but I think we should get going!”

He grabbed Todoroki and began to tug him out the door

“Thanks again YN, we really appreciate it!” He shouted as he pushed the other boy along with him

Bakugo glared as the boys left, sitting next to you as you stared down at your notes

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” Bakugo said, grabbing your notebook, book and holding onto your hand

Your eyes widened at his sudden forcefulness

He paraded you thought the corridors, glaring at anyone who DARE say anything to him or you

“Well dang, he really does like her,” Kirishima said as Denki and Mina nodded, watching probably the oddest couple they have ever seen walk though the halls

After that day, Bakugo always stood close to you, seeking you out whenever he could

He barely spoke to you, a wordless nod here and there as he waited for you to pack up

Your relationship with Bakugo was rather an odd one

You found comfort in sitting next to him, studying or watching TV

Eventually he would open up a bit and you would as well

You found him visiting your room often, brining you meals he cooked

“Thanks Karasuki,” you’d say as he blushed

He had been wanting to ask you out for a while now but this was completely new territory for our precious explosion boy

“Uh YN, how would you like to go on a walk with me?” He said, rubbing the back of his head

“Uhh sure,” you said shyly, grabbing your cardigan and following him

You walked around campus, feeling secure within the confines of U.A.

When suddenly, he just blurted it out

“YN I like you!” Bakugo shouted as you froze, your head turning to look at him

“Umm I like you too Katsuki,” you blushed back

“Would you consider being my girlfriend, I mean you don’t have to or anything-”

“YES!” You shouted as Bakugos eyes widened in your direction

Damn Yn, chill the whole campus is going to hear you 🫣

Your eyes shot open as Bakugo smiled and chuckled to himself, “you’re such a nerd but you’re my nerd.”

He grabbed your hand and walked you back to the dorms

After that night, Bakugo was always by your side

Every chance he had, he would seek you out, sometimes finding you studying or quietly reading a book

He adored watching you as you silently went about your business, never making waves or doing anything unnecessary

When it came time for individual studies, Bakugo was nervous

Now, he knew you could handle yourself out there

He had seen you fight and seen your skills first hand

But still, he worried about his sweet, shy girlfriend

“YN be careful ok?” He said before kissing your forehead as you turned to leave

“Getting a little soft aren’t we Kaachan,” Midoriya gushed as Bakugo snapped his head towards him

“DEKU YOU NERD IM GOING TO BLOW YOU UP IF YOU DONT GET OUT OF HERE!” He shouted as you smiled

“Katsuki, I’ll be fine. I can do this,” you said as he smiled and nodded

However that night, you found yourself regretting those words

“Alright girly give it up and surrender!” A man shouted as he kicked you in the ribs

Your partner was unconscious and down and you had been knocked on the ground

A false call had come in, trapping both you and your pro mentor in a dangerous position

“Ugh get off of me!” You whined as another kick was delivered to your stomach

“Katsuki, help me,” you whined before your vision went blank

Bakugo paced back and forth as he watched the clock

You were 10 minutes late, you were never just 10 minutes late

“Bakubro chill dude! YN is fine!” Kirishima said as Bakugo sneered at the redhead

“YN is a very competent individual and she’s with one of the best pros in the city,” Todoroki added as Bakugo glared in his direction

“This happens sometimes, being a hero isn’t exactly a 9 to 5 job,” Aizawa interrupted as Bakugo looked at him

“She’s never been late without letting me know,” He said, practically running a hole in the floor

“Bakugo-” Aizawa said as his phone began to ring

“Hello? Yes this is he,” Aizawa said as his voice went silent

“Ok where is she? Do you know where they are? Yes she’s one of my students,” he said as Bakugo took three large strides, standing in front of his teacher

“What the hell is going on?” He growled as Aizawa tried to listen

“Yes I know where that is, send as much backup as you can and I’ll meet you there,” he said before hanging up his phone and turning on his heel

Bakugo ran in front of him, blocking his way

“That was about YN wasn’t it? Where the hell is she?” He shouted

“She was captured along with her mentor in the abandoned toy factory by the river,” Aizawa said as he ran past Bakugo and the others

His classmates watched as Bakugo began to seethe

“Bakugo, you need to calm down,” Mina said, slowly approaching him

“Yeah the pros will get her and she will be fine!” Denki added

However, Bakugo wasn’t listening.

He suddenly stormed out of the school, blasting himself towards the direction of the abandoned factory

“Well crap,” Mina said as she watched him blast away

“Rock, paper, scissors for who has to chase him?” Kirishima said looking at Midoriya

Bakugo was gone, blasting himself as fast as he could towards you

“That idiot! I knew I should have went with her!” He growled as he approached the warehouse

Meanwhile, you slowly came out of your unconscious state, body hurting everywhere as you saw the group of men talking

“So who do we kill first? The little girl or the pro?” He said

“I don’t know, she’s kind of a cutie, maybe we should hold her hostage for some money,” one said as you grimaced at the thought

Suddenly you heard a loud blast, managing to cover yourself quickly as wood flew everywhere

“Not today!” Bakugo screamed as he blasted everything in sight

Seriously someone should probably warn him about that temper of his

“Katsuki,” you whined our as Bakugos eyes flew to yours

He raced over to you, grabbing you up in his arms, “we have to get you out of here!”

“No! Take them first, they are really hurt!” You said as Bakugo shook his head

“YN we don’t have time for this!” He growled as you squirmed in his arms

“I said let me go Katsuki! Take them first!” You said as Katsuki grit his teeth and sore under his breath

“Damn woman! What the hell is wrong with you?” He said, setting you down and grabbing your mentor before blasting out

The fire, started by our favorite boi 💅, was now raging around you

You managed to get to your feet, going to the two men who had held you hostage and hoisting one of them up

“What the hell? YN where did you go?!?” Bakugo yelled as you shouted for him through the flames

“Katsuki help me!” You shouted as he found you helping the criminals

“YN come on! This place is going down!” He shouted, “nows not the time to play hero!”

“Im not playing hero Katsuki and I’m not letting them die!” You screamed as Bakugo balled his fists up, grabbing the other man he had beat to a pulp

“God I liked it when you were quieter!” He scratched out as you both managed to break through the doors, exiting to lights flashing

You collapsed as Bakugo set down the other man, running to grab you

“YN! YN stay with me!” He said before you blacked out

A few hours later ⏳

You winched as you awoke, the pain in your ribs excruciating

“Don’t move Yn, I need a little more time to heal you,” recovery girl said as you laid back

Bakugo stood, leaning against the wall as he scowled at you

You hoped recovery girl would take a few days at this point to heal you, giving Katsuki enough time to forget any of this happened

“…and we are done!” She said as your eyes widened, knowing there was no way that you would ever escape this room without a lecture

Recovery girl left as Katsuki continued to glare at you

You 👉🏻👀😗 🎶

Bakugo 👉🏻😠 Yn-

You 👉🏻 🫡

Suddenly Bakugo closed the gap, his lips slamming onto yours as you squeaked a little

He pulled back, still glaring at you, “don’t you ever and I mean EVER, do that again nerd or I’ll blow your ass up!”

You smiled at him, his eyes softening a little bit

“Stop being such a hardass on your girlfriend bakubro!” Kirishima said from the door as Mina, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki watched on

“Get the hell out of here before I kill you!” Bakugo snarled as you giggled

You sure caught yourself a good one Yn 🥰

[jasileira]

more silly doodles

[oooohno]

Circling back to this official art by Satoru. I was thinking about how Kiryu tries to snap selfies with him and he’s always struggling away and never looking towards the camera, even at social gatherings he’s the one that’s blurry or out of focus because it’s so clear he does not want his photo taken.

Until you ask him so sweetly to take a selfie with you at a social gathering one weekend and he literally can’t bring himself to tell you no, because he wants to take a selfie with you too. So he’s bending down to get into frame and you’re shuffling closer to him until his head is pressed against yours as he’s fighting the blush that crosses his cheeks as he tries to remember to breathe. Softening his face as he stares into the camera and you take the photo.

Kiryu is in the background complaining that Sugishita never takes selfies with him *pout pout pout*

And when you ask him if he’d like you to send a copy to him he surprises you by agreeing (and if anyone could ever get a glimpse of his phone screen that photo is now his wallpaper)

But also the idea that he will use the picture of you and him as his wallpaper makes me SO emotional and soft 😭 PLS he’s almost like a changed man around you! Just a lot more mellow and actually engaged in what’s going on. Also Ume catches him one day staring at his wallpaper and he can’t resist asking ‘you really like her, don’t you?’ & sugishita doesn’t even contemplate his answer, eyes still focused on your pretty features, and he just gives a firm nod confirming his feelings for you 🥺

[willowser]

i will say. i will talk and write about shy, no rizz katsuki until i am dead in the ground BUT. i do think once he gains a bit more confidence in himself as a partner—he really becomes the same gremlin little shit he is about everything else.

starts feeling like he's got this relationship on lock and that's when the ass smacking begins.

[marieanneline]

random post canon tddk au where pro hero shoto and teacher izuku go to a baseball game!! the camera chooses them during the kiss cam segment and shoto just lets out a deep sigh, pops one of those listerine breath strips, and goes "well i guess we HAVE to" before grabbing izuku's face

[giggly-squiggily]

How about switches TodoBaku? Maybe Todo wants Bakugo to say he loves him but he won't go down without a fight!

Ooo, yes! I adore these two so much! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

CW: Swearing

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutsgunraylvt

“Hey,” Todoroki reached out, gaining Bakugou’s attention. “I love you.”

Immediately, the blonde’s face flushed a vivid shade of red. Eyes wide, he sputtered before twisting around, ducking into himself with his arms folded tightly over his chest.

“F-Fuck, IcyHot! Don’t just say shit like that without warning!” He growled, ears red as berries.

It was so endearing, watching Bakugou get flustered over the smallest gestures of affection. Originally, Todoroki was rather hurt by the response, but once he realized it was out of pure fluster, that confused hurt turned to pure devious enjoyment.

Leaning in, he prodded the blushing boy’s shoulder. “Hey, say it back.”

“Fuck off!”

“Say you love me, Katsuki.” He smiled a little smile, eyes dancing. “You said it before, remember?”

“Go away! I’m not saying shit!” Bakugou shrunk more, his entire face pink. The memory of the accidental slip up hung between them- Todoroki getting so mad at the Kimchi jar he threw it out a window, watching it explode open. The whole thing was so stupid it made Bakugou laugh hysterically, doubled over with tears of mirth in his eyes.

“Oohoho my god! I fucking love you, Shoto!”

Laughter got choked off, shock set in along with a fairly bright blush, and Todoroki had been craving those words ever since.

The problem was just getting Bakugou to say it!

“Should I throw another jar of Kimchi onto the pavement?” Todoroki asked, watching the way Bakuogu’s lips twitched. “I don’t think Mr. Aizawa would be happy if I did.”

“Don’t waste food, idiot.” Bakugou huffed, turning his head away when Todoroki went to peek. Opportunity was before him.

“Then say you love me.” Todoroki poked his ribs, grinning when Bakugou jumped, sucking in a breath. “I’ll throw a hundred jars of Kimchi out the window if that’s what it takes.”

“Gah- N-No! Stop that! Don’t fucking to-ouch me!” Bakugou squirmed at each poke, his lips wobbling into a smile as he tried blocking out the other’s hand with his arm. His face was still turned away though, making his aim off. Todoroki added a finger.

“Tell me you love me first.” Poke, poke poke.

“Fuuuhuhck you!”

“I love you. I think you’re great.”

“Shoohohoto!”

“I want to spend my days with you. I want to breathe the air you breathe.”

“That wahahahs stuuhuhhupid!” Bakugou let out a cross up of a genuine laugh and a tickle one, his hand slapping over his ribs protectively.

“Was it? I got it from one of those romance manga you read.” Todoroki teased, moving down to Bakugou’s hip, throwing all caution to the wind as he gave it a friendly squeeze. “I swear I remember you swooning over it at the time.”

“Shiihihihihihit!” Bakugou swore as he fell back into Todoroki’s chest, laughing helplessly as he tried prying his hand off his hip. Now that he had captured his target, Todoroki brought his other hand into the mix, drilling his fingers into the middle of his ribs. “Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohohoff, Iihihiihiihicy hoohoohoohohot!”

“Tell me that you love me.” Todoroki grinned, thinking of the tiktok Uraraka sent him the other day. “Tell me that I take your breath away.”

“Doohoohohohn’t fuhuhuhuhucking quote tihiiihiihktohoohohoks! Ahehahahahhaa, Ihiihihihcy hhoohoohohohohot!”

“It’s Icy Thot on Thursdays.”

“Shuhuhuhuuhhut uhuhuuhuuhp!”

“Just say you love me.” Todoroki teased, bringing both hands to Bakugou’s hips, making him arch with a squeal. “Then it’d be all over.”

“Nehehehehhehever!” Bakugou declared;  his next move unpredictable. He shot his hands out, grabbing Todoroki’s thigh just above the knee. Then he squeezed.

“Ah!” Todoroki yelped, spasming. Bakugou took his chance.

Diving forward, he grabbed his boyfriend’s ankle, drilling into the socked sole. “Come on then, tell me you love me! Come on, say it!” Bakugou mimicked, laughing when the other shrieked, flailing behind him and kicking him with his free foot. “What’s wrong? Too shy, Hot Pocket?”

“GEHAHHAHAHHAHA! KAHAHAHAHAHAHTSUUHUHUHKI! AAHEHHAHAHHAHA, STHAHAHAHP THAHAHHAHAT!” Todoroki howled in mirth, tears blinding his vision as he tried to wrench his foot out of Bakugou’s tough grip. This was not how he planned it- not at all! Sitting up when he could, he tried grabbing the back of Bakugou’s shirt- his hair, anything to pull him off, but the other was adamant on tickling the snot out of him. “COOHOOHOHME OHOOHOHOHON, HAHAHHAVE MEHEHHERCY!”

“You wish!” Bakugou laughed, grinning over his shoulder.

Fine then- last resort it was.

Making his hand extra cold, he reached out and shoved it up Bakugou back, making the blonde squeal and fly off the bed. Unfortunately for Todoroki, his foot was still in his hold, meaning they both came crashing to the floor. He grabbed onto the sheets for security, but that proved only to be his downfall as they came down with him.

Blinded, breathless, with his pride beaten, Todoroki gasped for air as he heard Bakugou swear, looking for freedom in their trapped state. “If you fucking fart, I’ll kick your ass.” He heard him mumble, the thought was enough to send Todoroki into a fresh fit of laughter. Finally, the sheets were removed, light momentarily blinding him before Bakuogu’s head loomed over, a mild scowl on his face. “Asshole.”

“Pfft- gehahahahahhaha!” Todoroki couldn’t even form words, laughing too hard at the whole scenario. He covered his mouth as a snort escaped, squeezing his eyes shut as more came out. Bakugou’s scowl melted into a grin as he laughed, shoving the other gently.

“Hey, giggle box- you’re not hurt, are you?” He looked over his shoulder at their tangled limbs, nodding in satisfaction when he saw no injury. “Ugh, you’re such a dork, you know that?”

“Wohoohrth it.” Todoroki smiled, finally starting to calm down. Looking up at his boyfriend, he reached up, running a hand against his cheek. “I do love you. Truly.”

Bakugou blushed, but this time he didn’t look away or fuss. Instead, he sighed, leaning into his hand with a small grin. “I love you too, Icy Hot.”

Todoroki’s heart raced, but it was missing something. “Say it again.”

“So needy.” Bakugou shook his head with a snort. “Fine.” Leaning down, he got close enough that they were nose to nose. “I love you, Shoto.” He finished the statement with a kiss on the lips, so gentle it was like a feather. “Happy?”

Todoroki’s face was warm, as was his heart. He leaned up and kissed the other back, grinning at the shocked blush spreading over Bakugou’s face once more. “With you? Always.”

Thanks for reading!

Icy Thot joke credit to @/brownbakugou on tiktok! :D

[eva-terra-marie]

Eijrou Kirishima dating a shy Fem!reader <3

Warning: FLUFF! (And could be some grammar mistakes so don’t mind that..)

✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★

-This sweet boy is head over heals for you, he thinks you’re adorable when you’re so shy! Makes his heart flutter!

-He can sometimes flirt with you so he can see your flustered face, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a beauty? Cause you are to me” “U-um thanks, y-you really think so?”

-He LOVES your soft spoken voice, any word you say, I mean like ANY word, his heart melts. Also loves it when you stutter.

-You: *says anything* Kirishima: (❤ω❤)

-Now let’s talk about nicknames, his nicknames for you are Princess, babe, sweetheart, baby girl, all of these nicknames will make your heart flutter. “Hey babe!” “How’s your day Princess?” “You did such a good job out there sweetheart!” “You look so beautiful today baby girl.” Like that.

-Kirishima loves to kiss you, honestly he would kiss you everywhere but whenever you’re comfortable with it. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck, he loves it when his kisses tickle you! He will mostly kiss you in private since you’re too shy of PDA.

-When you walk pass him, he’ll pull you onto his lap and hold on to you tight, never letting you go. “W-what are you doing?” “I just don’t wanna let you go! You’re mine.” “K-Kiri!” (Clingy boi)

-The Bakusquad (including Bakugou) will spy on you two, Mina, of course, would secretly take pictures of you two and will post it. Whenever you’re scrolling through social media, your eyes widen to see a picture of you and Kirishima kissing in the sunset, with both of his large hands cupping your jaw, and your small hands on his warm chest. You turn around to see Mina with a smug look on her face, your face starts to feel warm and start to cover your face of embarrassment. “M-MINA!”

-Whenever Kirishima is studying with Bakugou, Kirishima couldn’t help but get distracted by you. He sees you read your favorite book quietly, but Kirishima just can’t seem to take his eyes off you, the way your eyes are just so focused and the way your lips are moving while quietly reading along. Oh how he wished to kiss your lips right here and now. You also noticed him staring at you so you give him a shy smile. He continues stare at you for a second until Bakugou yells at him to get his attention. “OI SHITTY HAIR! PAY ATTENTION!!” “Heh sorry Bakugou”

-Whenever you’re feeling sad or insecure, Kirishima will always be there for you. He’ll cuddle you for dear life and will kiss your lips and tells you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. ”I love you so much Y/n. So much.” He whispers while soothing your soft h/c hair.

-Of course, Kirishima would never let the pervert grape, Mineta, come close to you, if that perv takes one step towards you, Kirishima would not hesitate to kick his ass. ”If I see you take one more step towards Y/n, I will not hesitate to kick your ass!” He slightly growls at him while holding on to the collar of his shirt.

-Now let’s talk about making out. Kirishima will between be your legs while holding both your wrists,while you on the other hand, you are blushing as red as his hair. he’ll tease you tho. “Aw baby girl, you look so cute with your face like that” “E-Eijirou! Don’t t-tease me like that!” He also loves kissing and nibbling your neck carefully, but he’s tries his best not to bite you hard with his teeth since they are so sharp. (Maybeeee give you little bit of marks on ya) He’ll also will whisper sweet nothings in your ear ;)

-One time, you were walking to Kirishima’s dorm for movie night, and once you arrived, you see a shirtless Eijirou Kirishima in front of you. You froze with you eyes wide with your face all flustered till he turns around to face you “Oh hey princess! You ok?” “E-eijrou-“ you just kept still standing till you start feeling unconscious and couldn’t stand anymore, so you fainted right in front of him with your face still red. Luckily his fast reflexes caught you on time before you even hit the floor. “Guess no movie night tonight” he chuckles to himself

-LOTS OF HUGS! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

-Kirishima is also protective over you. (And can get a little jealous) Like if a student from a different class would flirt with you, “So wanna go out after class?” “T-that’s nice but I-I’m sorry but I’m t-taken..” “Aw come on pretty girl” Kirishima’s eyes filled with jealously upon seeing the guy putting his arms around your shoulders and seeing you uncomfortable with this situation. He walked up to the both of you and grabbed your hand and puts his arm around your waist. “Now that’s not very manly of you. She says she’s taken.” he growls which kinda scares the guy away.

-Eijrou Kirishima loves you so much! He’s so glad to you in his life. And that’s what matters.

-“I love you, Y/n. Please never forget that.” “I love you too, Eijrou. And I would never forget that.”