Bakugou Katsuki Fluff - Blog Posts

okay but like bakugou x seamstress fem!reader. you’re a fashion designer and have your own small label. for every event your husband goes to, he’s in one of your designs that was, of course, made by you.

he groans as you sit on the floor, one knee bent as you push up your glasses. you’ve got your tape measure wrapped around katsuki’s lower leg.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you concentrate on taking his measurements. he still finds odd that you insist on always re-taking his measurements every few months, but he's learned to shrug it off and let you have your way.

“i wanna make sure your clothes look good, suki!” you chime. you pushed him back by the shoulders, leading him to the centre of the living room where he now stands, peering down at you.

tingles erupt underneath his skin as your delicate, pin-pricked fingertips run up his shin to his thigh, tape measure gliding through his blond hair. and when you gaze up at him with those pretty lined eyes, he comes undone.

his heart beats calmly as you say, “you’re thighs have gotten bigger.” tch.

he huffs, “what’s that supposed t’mean?” you poke his thigh innocently, meeting his crimson eyes with a similar look.

you grin, “probably because it’s winter.” you gaze back at the tape measure before recording his new measurement in your trusty notebook. you can feel him glaring at you, but you know it’s in jest. you then measure his other leg and hips.

coming to his waist, you giggle, “and your waist has gotten bigger too.”

your husband grumbles, “yea, well, don’t get used to it. by summer, it’ll all be gone.” you look up at him, your palm cupping his cheek as you guide his gaze to yours.

you say sweetly, “but i like you like this.” with your other hand, you poke the fresh fat of his tummy. there’s not too much. just enough so he’s more cuddly now.

“oi! quit it, brat!” he steps back, evading your wandering hands.

you pout playfully, “oh come on, suki! let me finish my measurements, please.” he gives in after a minute of staring down at you, feigning irritation whilst utterly entranced by your soft gaze.

once you finish, you peck him on the cheek and skip off happily to your sewing room to start designing his new suit.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

at the annual pro heroes gala, no one can take their eyes off your husband. you really outdid yourself this time, sewing his suit to perfection.

you only finished it a few hours ago as you had been making some last-minute alterations. all of the sweat and tiny pricks and screaming as you seam ripped was all worth it as your husband looks delicious. you could take a bite out of him the way the fabric falls over his skin, hugging his 50 pounds of ass and meaty biceps. you can’t decide which one you want to devour first.

seeing your dazed expression, katsuki comes back to you, eager to rid himself of old acquaintances and false pleasantries. he wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side tightly as he mutters into your hairline, “everything okay, sweets?”

you hum, snapping out of it and gazing up at him. you say quietly, “just thinking about how good you look tonight. everyone keeps staring at you.”

katsuki chuckles gruffly, the sound pure ecstasy to your ears. “all because of you, doll.” you shake your head in protest, but your husband grabs your chin and tilts it back. your lips brush lightly, teasingly.

he whispers against them, “why don’t cha let me show you how grateful i am?” you bite on your lower lip as you think over his offer that you’re bound to accept. the little movement drives him crazy. crazy enough to smash his lips onto yours as photographers rapidly snap pictures.

the next morning, you’re sore. there’s no doubt about that. you groan as you roll over, taking in a grinning katsuki as he pulls you close, hand in his phone as he scrolls through twitter.

there are a million comments about you both: your kiss, your incredible design and sewing skills, how hot pro hero dynamight is, how lucky you are to be his wife.

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw, mumbling into it a sleepy “good morning”. he hums as he tightens his grip on your hips.

after bellowing about a comment he read, katsuki draws you in impossibly closer and kisses your forehead. the heat of his lips lingers on your skin as he peppers kisses down to your ear. he grumbles, “love you.”

you sigh, curling your toes from the warmth spreading throughout your body. “i love you, too.”

imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter seven: how the tables have turned

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov

fic underneath smau

It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.

As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.

The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.

You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”

He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.

He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.

You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.

He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.

You’ve missed this.

Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.

“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.

He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.

You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.

“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.

“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.

He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.

he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.

When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.

“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.

“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.

Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.

He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.

You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.

The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.

The emotions overflow and so do your tears.

Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.

The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.

You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.

You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.

You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.

After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.

Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.

You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.

You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).

Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.

“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.

He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.

“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.

About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”

Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.

“Hey,” the redhead smirks.

Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”

Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.

“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.

The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.

As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.

When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).

You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.

Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.

After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.

You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.

The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.

You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.

After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.

He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.

With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).

“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.

You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.

“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.

You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.

Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.

He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.

“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.

You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.

You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.

You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).

You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.

Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.

But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.

Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?

He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.

Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.

Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.

His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.

You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”

You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.

He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.

“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.

He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.

You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.

Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.

Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.

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PATHETIC MAN BAKUGO KATSUKI SO IN LOVE YESYESYES

Bakugou works. A lot.

It was, admittedly, something you forced yourself to look past. Bakugou Katsuki warned you from the beginning that his work was first. It always would be, his dreams and goals, that was who he was.

“Take it or leave it,” he’d told you once, many years ago. “This is what I do.”

And back then, a fool completely head over heels for Katsuki, you’d take it. That was your life, too- texts that went unanswered for days, random updates about his day, calling maybe twice a week to see how you were, and you were fine to sacrifice that part of your sanity all those years ago.

But now, Kirishima posts the random flowers he got his partner on any random Wednesday. Midoriya’s hand clasped under the left hand of his fiancée’s on his timeline. Even Kaminari, who posts tangled legs of his person before he gets up to start the day. It makes you feel sick.

All you want, all you crave, all you’d sell for, is for flowers on any day. A wedding ring that would mean something. Tangled legs in the morning that beg and plead to stay in the warmth of the sheets.

But Katsuki has never been good at giving you that; he’s not a Prince Charming and his life is not a fairytale, you are not his number one priority and it fucking destroys you on the inside.

For years, you try to let it go, to no damn avail. It just hurts too much to think about for too long, knowing that nothings to change or give, and as long as your heart will love him, you’ll be right there waiting, and knowing not whether that love and excitement will always be returned.

But tonight, your dinner sits cold. One place setting untouched, unused and unloved, with your head resting on your hand as the rest of dinner is untouched. The steam stopped flowing from the plates hours ago, and you find yourself still sitting at the table. Your elbows grow sore from perching your chin in your palm.

Your lip quivers as you move to hang your head in sadness, hopelessness, until a knock rouses you from your wallowing. You wipe your eyes and make your way to the locked door, and smile at the guest on the otherside.

"Shoto," you sigh. "Here for your key?"

"Yes," he says simply, nodding his head in appreciation. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of the cats. It truly means a lot."

You raise your hand in an attempt to show nonchalance, "it's no big deal at all. I know how busy you get, it's the least I can do for such a good neighbor."

He chuckles, and you forgot how good the sound felt falling from someone else's lips. It feels like it's been ages since you've heard it. He nods his head again, "well, thank you again," he turns on his heel to start walking away.

"Shoto," you say. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you. You fiddle with the door handle, "could I interest you in some cold dinner? I cooked for Katsuki, but he's not here and leftovers never get eaten in this house, and... I... don't mind reheating some for you."

A glimmer of sympathy crosses his eyes, offering a hum, "I would certainly appreciate the warm meal. Thank you."

It's not the guest you'd hoped, but you've had dinner with worse people. Todoroki's been in your life for longer than you care to remember, what's one more dinner shared together?

It's not like Katsuki is here to say otherwise.

Over a lukewarm, slightly-rubberized-from-microwaving dinner, Todoroki listens to you, holding onto every word as he always does when you speak. It feels nice to be heard again, to not be forced to talk to the walls of your home.

You're not sure how long it's been before the front door opens again, and you feel yourself tense up at the heavy boots crossing the threshold, a snarly "I'm home" ringing in the air.

"Hey," you call back. "Shoto and I were wrapping up dinner, I saved-"

"The fuck's he doing here?" He snarls, and Todoroki merely blinks, bored.

"Is it not friendly to drop in for some company?" He asks, and if you knew Todoroki any less, you'd never know it was his way of riling Katsuki up.

And it hasn't failed once.

Katsuki balls his fist, "not when I'm not fucking home, you freak!"

"Katsuki, enough," you snarl back. Two heads whip towards you, one set of eyes filled with fury, the other with surprise. “Maybe you should’ve been here when Shoto stopped by. This weird complex you’re in wouldn’t be a damn issue.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His words are a growl deep behind a wall of teeth, but you’re so tired it doesn’t deter you. You clench your hands and finally curl them into fists. “You got something to say to me?”

You grit your teeth, “Shoto's been here for how long? You haven’t. You wanted him out so bad? You should’ve fucking been here. You weren’t. So bite me.” You quickly spin on your heel as stinging tears burn your waterline, leaving the two heroes alone in the living room.

Katsuki barks your name, “we’re not done here!”

“I am.”

You purposely slam the door, knowing it’s one of his biggest pet peeves. He deserves it, and a lot more. Katsuki yells a bit more, too much of a ferocious tone to fully grasp what he’s saying, and it’s matched with Todoroki’s calm demeanor. He kicks Todoroki out, which you hear, and you brace yourself as he stomps into the bedroom, ready for the explosion that's hurdling straight towards you.

But it never comes.

Instead, you watch the bathroom door open and close, and then a few moments later, you hear the shower turn on. Confusion twists through your mind as you try to piece together just exactly what happened, but ultimately drawing only blanks. You sigh and strip into your pajamas, deciding to call it a night before he comes in and stirs the pot more.

He can do it tomorrow.

Though your heart does break a little when you wake up to find the bed next to you cold and made; he must’ve crashed on the couch last night, too enveloped with his fury to come and make amends.

That's fine. You're patient.

Sunday is tense, a day Katsuki usually reserves off to spend time at home, he's made the executive decision to go into work, leaving you to mourn the love lost in the day, love you usually receive in the melting day. Todoroki comes by again, this time to check in on you after the fight he'd witnessed the day before. And to your disappointment, Katsuki arrives home at the same time, briskly brushing past you and your friend.

Monday comes and goes, once again the bed next to you remains cold in wordless grudge. You're not going to apologize, you have no need to.

Even if this is the end of your relationship.

What's there to work through? After forcing you into a life where affection is miniscule and tokes of appreciation are seen as nothing more than an option, perhaps its for the best to let the embers die, and-

No.

You don't want it to be the end. Not like this. Not now. Not after years of giving Bakugou Katsuki your entire life, promising to stand by him through thick and thin.

You'll bite your tongue until it hurts. Until he decides what he wants to do. You're loyal as a dog to him, after all. The ball remains in his court, always.

By Tuesday, Katsuki comes in, and he doesn’t even look at you. He washes his hands before shambling off to the showers to mimic some form of warmth you’d once provided him. When you hear the shower head turn on, you curl deeper into your corner of the couch, lowering your eyes to try and fight back the tears that sting at your waterline.

Maybe he is done. Maybe this is it. He’s sick of waiting for you, sick of your shit and tired of the exhaust you put on his mentality. Work comes first, and if there was ever a time to enforce it, it would be now.

With a soft whimper to mask your cries, you click off the tv and creep your way up the stairs. It’s dark in your room, the pictures of you and Katsuki invisible until you flick on the light- even then, they’re not as pristine as they had looked just days ago.

The bed is once again cold and feels far too big as you curl up on your side, knowing if you roll onto his, you’ll be met with a hand waking you up and pushing you away.

You’re not in the mood for that tonight.

Not when for months at a time, he’s been shoving you away, be it with mean words or snaps of venom or just actually moving you from his space, you can’t possibly conjure the mood in your little pity party to care for him to disregard you in such brutal ways.

But fuck, god, no matter how much you want to believe it, that you can just as easily fall asleep without him next to you, snores punching through the air and the occasional lull of his head next to yours, you can't, and you hate how bitter and horrible a life without Bakugou Katsuki sounds.

You hate how your life revolves around him, and you wish it didn't, you hate how empty your soul would be without his name coming up on your phone, you hate that you fell so hard for Bakugou Katsuki that a life without him doesn't exist.

You'll never leave him. It makes you feel sick.

What you wouldn't sell, what you wouldn't give, to have Bakugou Katsuki love you just as much as you do, him.

But, as if manifested, no more than an hour later, he does come in. Your name falling from his lips sounds timid, like he's unsure if he should be saying it. "Listen," he snips, lip quivering as he sinks his teeth into the fat, eyes swollen from tears and looking so defeated you're almost convinced it’s not even the Bakugou Katsuki you fell in love with all those years ago.

You slowly sit up, curling up by the pillows as he stands in the doorway, disheveled and frustrated and extremely, clearly, hurt.

“You win,” he whimpers, hands cupped over his mouth to mimic a paper bag, regulating his breathing. They suddenly drop to the side, “you-you-you win. I can’t do this anymore, I won’t, I fucking give, you win-“

“Win what?” You ask, but it’s clear in your demeanor that you know exactly what he’s confessing to, even as you’re dazed from sleep.

You just want him to say it.

Katsuki uses his sleeve to roughly rub the tears out of his eyes, “just fucking stop, okay?” He growls, and it sends a shiver through you as it passes his teeth. “You fucking win, okay? I-I-I was wrong, I never should’ve said shit about you and Todoroki’s friendship, or said shit-fuck about you spending time with him when I should’ve been here.” He lets one, saliva filled sob sneak past his lips, it’s like a dam of words break loose. “But fuck, please just fucking look at me again, I’m sorry, I just hate the idea that you’ll fall for him while trying to get back at me, so please just love me again-“

At that, you jump up to your feet and quickly scurry over to him, brows furrowed in concern but lip pouting out as you toss your arms around him, his knees buckling under your touch and arms limply hanging. “-because I sure wouldn’t blame you if you did leave me for him after how I’ve been treating you.”

“Katsuki,” you soothe, a hand reaching up to scratch at his scalp. “That’s not going to happen. That’s not what this was to show you.” You plant kisses along his jawline, hating the feeling of it quivering under your affection. “This wasn’t to show you that my feelings for Shoto become more romantic when you’re not here; it was to show you what you were missing when you could’ve been here.” He slouches further at your words, and you wonder if they were the correct ones to say.

“Katsuki,” you say again, firmly, gathering his cheeks in your hands. They’re hot, fuck they’re so warm from his distress, and and you feel what little coolness your palms held disappear into the swells. “You’re not going to lose me to Shoto. I would never leave you for Shoto- I’d never leave you for anyone.” He blinks unconvinced at you, and one of his tears roll over your fingers. “But you will miss dinners. You will miss movies. You will miss time with me if you don’t stop only thinking of yourself in this relationship. What you’re doing now clearly isn’t meshing with what I need. What we need from each other. I can only be so flexible before I wonder when we’ll… when I’ll stop bothering.”

“I don’t want to stop,” he mumbles, trying to chase even more coolness in your palms. “I just… I want to be the best-“

“And you are, but you can’t betray yourself by overworking yourself-“

“No,” he bites through his teeth. “The best for you. But… Todoroki can give you the best shit effortlessly, I fucking see it. And…” he winces as he stands up, as if disgusted to even say what dares to slip past his tongue. “And he can give you the life you want, the life you deserve; I just cant fucking watch it anymore.”

“Shhh,” you soothe, pulling his reluctant form into a hug. He tenses, but eventually rests his head in the crook of your neck, trembling hands settling on your waist gently, as if scared you’d break under the touch. Your nails move up to his scalp, scratching lovingly.

“Shoto is a mild-mannered, quiet spoken person who thinks logically about everything he says and does,” You whisper, planting a soft kiss to his pounding temple.

“I love that about him, as a friend- but you, Katsuki, are exciting. And you make loving you just as addictive.”

He does, finally, perk up at that, and you smile against his skin. “Say more stuff like that,” he mumbles, sniffling, but you tighten your arms around him while you giggle softly at the idea of having your old Bakugo back.

“Shoto and I go to the market together, we’re in and out in twenty minutes tops- but if that’s what I wanted, I’d go alone,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, and you grin, “I like bickering with you in the dairy aisle about flavors of milk to get.”

“If I wanted chocolate milk, I’d get the syrup,” he defends, as if you’re standing in the aisle and not picking up the pieces of your relationship in your bedroom.

“And then when the milk is all gone, I have you bitching at me about the syrup getting wasted,” you snort. “It’s just easier if I get-“

“I love you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning out over your neck. You pause and smile, relishing in the scent of his post-shower aroma.

“I love you,” you say back, kissing whatever your lips can reach against his head. “Once a week, Katsuki. I want to go to bed with you at least once a week, and not be left away absolutely panicked over where the hell you may have gone. I’d like to have dinner with you at some point in the week. I hate missing you, I always have, even when we were teens.” When he finally nods softly, you pull back with your hands cupping his cheeks, the swollen apples looking foreign on your usually solid man. You smirk and use your thumb to wipe his tears, “you’ve always been an ugly crier.”

He chokes softly on a laugh, “why do you think I never do it?” He licks his dry lips before looking you up and down, “leave that shit to you.”

“It is nice seeing you emotional over me for once.”

“Yeah?” He rasps. Then, he tugs you in for a kiss, one that sears and tears at your teeth and tongue, one that feels exhilarating and exhausting all at once, one that encapsulates Katsuki in one swift, dominating move.

It’s jagged and rough, but familiar enough to have you swooning in his bulky, caring arms.

“You got me in love with you, or some shit.”

Katsuki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Thank you anon for the request, I hope it turned out the way you wanted! enjoy <3

Warnings: Angst to fluff, low self esteem, shy!reader, Mineta exists,fight during training (please let me know if I missed anything)

Word count: ~ 2500

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Bakugou Katsuki - Look at Me

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He could feel it, the way his heart flutters, watching you heaving as you had your foot on Denki’s back with a tight hold on his arm. You’d completely immobilized him, rendering you the winner. It was your first combat training together, everyone was excited and energetic. You, however, were more nervous than anything. So when you had won in such a short amount of time, it surprised everyone. You felt your cheeks almost sizzle as heat rises in them, with everyone’s eyes on you, you thought you’d shrink to the size of an ant. You scurry off of Denki who looks at you with a wide smile, a little bit of dirt on his cheek.

“Wow Y/N! You took me by surprise there, you were amazing!” He sits up, the rest of the class coming to shower you with praise as well.

“Oh- well…I-“ You wave your hands in dismissal at the constant glory given to you, you felt like you’d pass out if you heard any more. As you’re backing away from your persisten classmates, not paying attention to what’s behind you, you felt yourself collide with something. Slowly turning to see, you’re met with Bakugou’s chest. Your whole body tenses and your head lifts to meet with his prideful gaze.

“Fight me.” He says with a self-assured smirk and dark, looming eyes. You jump and squeak, running behind Mr. Aizawa for protection. You felt like your heart was stuck in your throat as you hold onto your teacher for dear life. You knew how strong Bakugou was but the reason for your running wasn’t his menacing stare, but the way your brain kept repeating the same phase as you stood against his sturdy chest.

‘So cute!!’

The feeling of being so close to him, it was simply overwhelming! Your body had to get away before you melted before him.

“Bakugou! You’re scaring her!” Mina shouts angrily at the blonde boy, swinging her fist up and down in frustration at his aggressiveness.

“SHUT UP EXTRA!” He retaliates, stepping closer to his teacher which you’re hiding behind.

“Your training buddies have already been decided, Bakugou. Now let’s move on with the training!”

“Yes, sir!” The class shouts in unison at Aizawa’s demand. Dispersing to their places with their sparing buddies, Katsuki turns around with a “tch”. He couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid feeling in his chest, the one he felt watching you fight with your all. It was almost like when he watched All Might fight when he was younger, he’d feel such a pump of adrenaline from how awesome All Might was, but this was somehow different. He didn’t like it.

After your first interaction, the two of you generally kept a distance but you’d often find your eyes meeting, like both of you were always watching each other. You’d completely deny any time Mina or Jirou pointed out your constant stare, saying you just admired his power. They’d always give you a teasing look and giggle at your tinted face.

You had always been shy, ever since you were a kid. People have tried to help you overcome it but every time you were in front of unblinking eyes, words seemed to escape you. You would always strive to be better, but any progress was scarce and only noticed by yourself. Because of your shy personality, people felt the need to protect you, do things for you and make sure you’re okay. They always treated you like you inferior or weak, you even started to be believe that you were.

When you told people of your dream of being a hero they’d often discourage you, saying that heroes need to be brave and fearless, even your own parents tried convincing you to find another career path. It became another reason for you to fight for your dream even more, you want to prove to people, to yourself, that you don’t need protection. That you too, can save others.

So you trained, and trained and polished your quirks abilities, compensating your weaknesses. You did everything to be strong, but you still felt your brain go blank whenever someone spoke to you. All your training, meant nothing to those around you, they still thought you were weak. But when you got into UA, you felt hope fill your heart once more, they had recognized your strength, and you’d continue to show them that you were worth more than anyone bargained for.

When you first saw Bakugou, it was at the entrance exam. He had this fire in his eyes, his body never staggered, his voice never shook and his gaze never wavered. Your eyes met for a split second as he jumped over your head and exploded the robot villain you were going for. You felt your heart beat echoing through you, simply watching his unshakable movements made bravery surge through your body and for that split second his eyes met yours, you felt fearless.

To say you were relieved to see him in the classroom on the first day of school, is an understatement. While everyone coward in fear of him, you looked up to his careless attitude, he didn’t care about what others thought and you wish you were the same. The only reason for keeping your distance was to keep your heart from beating a hole in your chest and jumping out. You quickly understood you had feelings from him, but who are you to love him? You’re nowhere near as strong or brave, not to mention the other gorgeous people in class, they were all incredible but you…you were just you. To please yourself while not disturbing him, you watched him from afar and admired him from the sidelines, that was enough. You convinced yourself of that.

All the wonderful people in your class were so kind and understanding, so you made friends pretty quickly. You hung out with everyone, expect for Todoroki and Bakugou, though you would often speak with Midoriya. He’s also a bit shy, so the two of you had that in common and understood one another in that aspect. Bakugou noticed that. He noticed how the two of you grew close but he couldn’t care less.

It was at the sports festival, where you gave your all and showed the world that you were capable of being a hero, it was then he truly noticed you. After your first training session, he knew you were pretty powerful but the strength and diligence you presented during your 1-on-1 battle, it blew him away. His eyes widened as he watched you, grabbing his shirt and clutching the fabric tightly he tsked at the familiar feeling arising in his chest, it was there again. The dumb flutter of his heart, how annoying.

“Bakugou, is there anyone you like?” Denki asked teasingly. The boys of class 1a had gotten together for the sake of studying but it ended up becoming more of a chatter fest than anything.

“Tch, don’t be so stupid, dunce face.” He turned his head to look out the window of the common room of the dorms, your face creeping into the back of his mind.

“I’ve noticed you tend to watch Y/N quite a lot.” Kirishima adds, making some of the boys let out a long “ooooh”.

“She’s super pretty~!” Denki says in a dreamy way, thinking back on when you’d overpowered him during training.

“Yeah and she-“ before Mineta could utter another word, his face was engulfed by Bakugou’s hand, a small explosion going off and knocking the manlet to the ground.

“YOU DO LIKE HER!” Sero and Denki shout in unison making Bakugou’s face heat up with an unfamiliar stir in his stomach.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” He jumps at the two boys who only laugh harder. The only thing that spared their lives was Iida pulling Bakugou off of them.

After they’d all gone to bed, Katsuki couldn’t help but think about it. Had he gone and fallen for you? He covers his eyes with his forearm, sighing heavily at the fluttering in his chest. Whenever he’d lock eyes with you, you’d jump and turn away. Whenever he was close to you, you would practically run the opposite direction. Was he that scary? Did you hate him? His mind kept him up for hours, mercilessly berating him.

The next day he had dark circles under his eyes, not having gotten enough sleep because of you. He felt so sluggish and could barely focus, but when he heard he’d been paired up with you to spar, he suddenly felt a pulse of energy wash over him. Though he couldn’t tell if it was out of confidence or nervousness. Turning to get a glimpse of you, he found you already staring at him and like always, you quickly look away with a panicked look. Why?

You could look at Deku just fine, you always spoke to him, always laughing with that nerd so why not him? He felt his heart squeeze in a way that was rare for him, a painful ache that spread throughout his body.

You gulp, standing a few feet away from Katsuki whose palm already flare up with tiny explosions. Your brain focusing on how cool you think he is, but your eyes only manage to stare at his feet, not having the nerve to look him in his breathtaking eyes.

“Start!” Aizawa shouts. Bakugou wastes no time and runs right at you, jumping in the air as he winds his arm back and launching it forward with a powerful explosion erupting from his hand. You quickly dodge and counterattack with an elbow to his back, his eyes widen as he watches your movements. You had yet to look at him. Before you could activate your own quirk, he’s already charging at you again and your barely able to react but you manage to dodge him by jumping in the air and launching yourself off his back to get some distance.

“Damn it!” He shouts, hunched forwards as he stares at his hands, you watch him in shock as he trembles.

“Why won’t you look at me?!” Your shock having distracted you he’s able to land a blow, sending you flying back. Aizawa declares his victory but your mind only replays what he’d said. You struggle a bit as you stumble to your feet, Midoriya running to your side to make sure you’re okay. You give him a weak smile as he helps you get to recovery girl. The sight makes Katuki clench his fists and furrow his already tense eyebrows.

“Whatever…” He mumbles as he sits on the ground, thoughtlessly watching the rest of the class battle.

“They’re both oblivious!” Mina shouts in frustration, sitting on Kirishima’s bed as he’d gathered her, Denki, Jirou and Sero to talk about you and Bakugou. Sero gives a long sigh and closes his eyes while leaning on a wall.

“It’s true, they’re impossible to convince.” He agreed with Mina.

“Then we’ll just have to make them talk it out!” Everyone turns to look at Denki who seemed to have a plan in mind. Bakugou sighs as he makes his way to the front of Heights Alliance, looking at the text Eijiro had sent him.

‘Hey, meet me outside, I need to tell you something.’

He lets out an annoyed “tsk” as he puts his phone back in his pocket, mumbling to himself about how ‘this better be important’

But when he makes it outside, he doesn’t see Kirishima anywhere. Instead he sees the silhouette of your back under the dimly lit night sky. You’re looking up at the stars, like an idiot. Looking to the stars like they’re the most wondrous things to ever exists. You were always like that, seeing such rich beauty in small every day things, you always had something to smile about. But you never smiled at him. Bakugou’s pulled from his thoughts as he hears the entrance door lock, he shouts out an angry “OI!” As he runs to the door, banging on it, yelling at them to open it. The commotion startled you, making you turn around to see Katsuki recklessly banging and pulling on the door. You’d been tricked, hadn’t you? You knew it was odd for Mina to text you instead of barging into your room like she usually would. A panicked expression twits your features as a blush creeps onto your face, you’re alone with him now.

“B-Bakugou…” You say in a small voice, almost a whisper as you walk closer to him.

“WHAT?!” He screams at you, but your blush only grows as he looks at you.

“If you..shout like that, Mr. A-Aizawa will wake up…” Your gaze once more glued to the ground as you shyly stutter your statement.

“I-I think they’ll open up if we talk…”

“About what?!” You shrug your shoulders slightly. You knew what, but your words were stuck in your throat and you couldn’t cough them up. Not with the way he intently watches you, his eyes practically burning holes into you. The words he’d yelled during training returned to you, he’d completely misunderstood your attitude and you knew you had to do something about it.

“I’m sorry!” You say suddenly, nails digging into your palms as your hands formed tights fists. Your eyes stay lowered and your lips quivered, the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. Katsuki’s expression softens slightly, looking at you as you struggle to speak your mind, he lets go of the doors handle.

“I…I think you’re really cool…” You gulp, looking to the side as you lift your head a bit.

“And my heart…it gets excited when you’re close.” Your hand creeps to your chest, feeling your heart beating the way it does when you’re around him. Though it aches in the moment, knowing what is to come.

“I run…because I know, I’m not worthy of your attention-“ A lump in your throat begins to form, making it harder to breathe. “B-but…I like you!” You quiver as you fight the tears threatening to fall, your head hanging low again, not having the courage to look at him. Knowing how your heart will beg for his. As you sniffle, you feel a hand grabbing the sides of your face, making you look up. Within a second, your lips are met with his, in a rough and inexperienced kiss. You feel the tears forcing through and falling freely down your burning cheeks.

“You should look at me if you’re gonna confess like that, idiot.” He lets go of your face and shoves his hands in his pockets, looking away as the blush on your cheeks had spread to his. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes and his heart does that stupid thing again, because you were finally smiling at him.

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A/N: I think this turned out really cute and I hope you think so too, thank you for reading! Requests are still open <3

Glowing in the dark

WARNINGS - Angst (kind of?) a bit of fluff and comfort, mentions of death and alcohol. Lmk if I missed a few things!

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

This is actually inspired by a song from Girl and the Dreamcatcher “glowing in the dark” you guys should listen to it first to get the full experience/emotion while reading this.

You stood in front of his grave, visiting for the 4th time this month.

Your beloved fiance, Bakugou who served so many people during his rise as the number 2 hero. He risked his life to save others’ and you knew the risks, you knew the consequences.

You knew that something like this would happen

“I miss you, so much” You whisper, tears fighting the urge to spill out from your dreary eyes. The rose you held slowly being crushed by the pressure you put on it, dropping it onto his grave, you wish he was here.

And he was, he was behind you-

“I love you, Katsuki” Tears finally slipping from your eyes as you hug yourself in the gloomy weather.

You have no idea how much it hurt him to see you like this.

You walk towards the car that was waiting to pick you up from the cemetery, hopping in you looked out your window only to find out that your leave was right on time as it started to rain hard.

You sat back, closing your eyes until you felt a pair of hands caressing your face.

You were shocked and you opened your eyes to see nothing, but it felt so familiar. You felt it again, this time it was a comforting weight on your thigh-

You didn’t know if you were going crazy but you swear you felt two light touches on your body and you could’ve sworn that the touches felt like your fiance’s rough and calloused hands.

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You finally arrive at your shared home with Katsuki, sitting down in front of the fireplace trying to rationalize what you just felt earlier in the car.

She can feel me

Katsuki thought to himself, but alas, he was nothing but an entity now. You couldn’t see him nor hear him, but you could feel him. And somehow that felt comforting.

Ding

Your phone rings, a notification of a message from Mina

Hey! I know you still feel… well- you’re still grieving about his death, and well uhm, me and the girls wanted to ask if you wanted to join us at the club to take your mind off of things?

Let us know right away, kay?

You left them on read and thought about the offer. She did have a point, you’ve been sulking for nearly 5 months already, not going out of the house, the only time you ever go out is to visit his grave.

And so, without a second thought you stood up from in-front of the fireplace and got dressed up.

A short plain black dress that fully accentuated your curves, The dress you wore on the night he asked you to be there by his side as his wife to be.

He was right there, in the corridor looking at how you checked yourself one last time in the mirror mindlessly going through his shadow-y figure.

Still as gorgeous as the last time he saw you.

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Walking into the club you spotted Mina with Uraraka, Momo and Asui.

You had a few shots with them and they dragged you into the dance floor, letting loose and finally getting your mind off of Katsuki.

As you were dancing to the beat of the music, you couldn’t help but open your eyes only to see Him.

What was he doing here-

A person walked past and he disappeared.

What the fuck. You swear you saw him- and he knew you saw him too by the way you reacted.

All throughout the night you felt uneasy, trying to go back to your table, you sat down and saw his face in the crowd clearly.

As if he were still alive.

His skin wasn’t pale, it looked like he was still breathing, he didn’t look dead

You walked up to him, seeing if what you were witnessing is true and then you touched him.

“Katsuki-“ you say as you bump your forehead with his

“Baby, I fucking missed you” he said, lifting your face to see you in all your glowing glory.

“I missed you too suki, please come back” you slowly sway with him to the beat of the music.

“I’m right here baby, i’m right here” he embraced your waist as the both of you started to move with the crowd.

“I love you Katsuki, I wish you didn’t leave so soon” you sob, placing your face in the crook of his neck, you feel hot tears burning from your eyes. You’re just glad that you were able to feel him again.

“I know baby, I love you too, fuck- I missed you” he said, pulling you in closer.

“Y/n?” You were called by Mina.

“Y/n, what are you doing- why are you hugging air?”

You look at her with confusion, and then you looked back to see that Katsuki wasn’t there anymore.

“I- I thought he was-“ you say, feeling overwhelmed and weak.

“Y/n, Hun, come here” Mina opened up her arms, calling you in with a warm embrace.

“We all miss him, even the boys miss him. We all loved him and we know how much you’re hurting”

“I just- I saw him, Mina. He was here with me”

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He was with you, he’s in the crowd watching you hug your best friend from afar.

All he could visualize is a spotlight that was glowing down on you, giving you that heavenly aura he craved.

“Till we meet again, Princess”

So This Is Love

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 363

cw: tooth rotting fluff

Bakugou katsuki loves you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Katsuki couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He thought the day couldn’t get any better, already blessed with the rest of the day off; Then the sight of you, the love of his life, dancing and singing without a care in the world as you clean. He leans against the door frame as he watches you frolic around in only your underwear and one of his shirts that swallows you whole.

The sound fades out as he gazes at you lovingly, absolutely adoring your voice as you sing, “But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name, so in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you”

He loves the way your voice matches the singer’s perfectly, and the way you look so childish when you spin around, and when it gets to the chorus you pick up the picture of the two of you and hug it tightly to your chest. He can’t get enough of you. Katsuki Bakugou is absolutely smitten, it’s insane. If any of his friends saw him right now, he’d be made fun of to no end. But he didn’t care, because he’s never been so in love, so infatuated with someone that he doesn’t care who sees.

You still haven’t turned around to face him. Understandably being unable to hear him come in over the music, so he takes matters into his own hands. Katsuki walks up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, swaying with the music. You let out a small yelp at the intrusion before you realize it’s him. At first, you're filled with excitement but just as you realize what you were doing, embarrassment overtakes you.

“Gosh Kat, you scared me! Um, how long have you been standing there?” You mutter in a quiet voice as the song finishes out. You don’t need to know he was there, that could be just for him, just this once.

“Just walked in.” He says with a small adoring smile on his face. God he was so head over heels for you, so this was love, huh.