#soft bakugo

[zanarkandskylines]

Unexpected Treasure

『♡』  pro-hero fem!reader  x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-hero au | married | aged to 26 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: when bakugo gets caught up in the office after his patrol, you decide to send him some spicy semi-nudes in your hero suit with one sentence - "bringing you a surprise, stay in your office." tags & warnings: 18+ MDNI | CW; Smut - sexting, masturbation, dirty talk, praise, biting/love marks, oral (f!receive), nipple play, rough-ish sex, creampie, talks of pregnancy | porn-with-plot, lovers (married), fluff & tooth-rotting fluff, soft bakugo, feel good/comfort a/n: happy valentine’s day! this idea popped in my head and i couldn't stop thinking about how stinkin' cute it would be, so here you go! after the smut is when the tooth-rotting fluff starts!! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,934꒱

[katsuki] gonna be late, sorry sweets. maybe another hour to get this stupid paperwork done

Damn, so much for a surprise dinner. You’ll just bring the surprise to him instead! You were too impatient to wait another hour to tell him about your day.

You slip into the bodysuit of your hero attire, shimmying into the neoprene and spandex as the material hugs your body like a glove. Usually you’d wear a set of tights underneath to cover your legs, but for this purpose, “forgot” them as they’d only end up getting in the way. You grab your phone from the coffee table, lying on the couch as you pose for a few shots of yourself.

Once you’re satisfied with the risqué pictures, you send the set over to your bombastic hero of a husband with one comment.

[y/n] * two pictures attached * [y/n] bringing you a surprise, stay in your office

You grab a bag with some spare clothes and throw on a long jacket to cover yourself as you head out the door. Before you have your shoes on, your phone dings three times.

[katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] shit baby [katsuki] bring your office key, i’m locking the damn door

A coy smile crosses your lips as you shut the door to your shared apartment and swiftly make your way over to Dynamight Agency downtown.

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The sunset’s rays poured into Bakugo’s 4th floor office, bouncing off the walls and illuminating the paperwork he’s begrudgingly working on. When his phone vibrates, he quickly peeks at the notification for your response.

Imagine his shock when he opens the texts to see two half-naked photos of his wife on the living room couch of your home.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, examining both photos with curious eyes. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat and ears heating up as the blood rushed straight to his groin.

The first picture had your suit’s front zipper sitting flush against your ribcage, right under your breasts, as they squished together. He could tell the material was barely holding them in place, your nipples perking through the stretch of the fabric. Your face wasn’t completely visible, just the pout of your perfectly plump lips.

The second picture, though? He audibly grunted as he stared at the glass screen.

You sat on the edge of the couch as the bodysuit rode straight up your center, hands on your thighs as your legs are spread. The snaps on the underside of the suit were struggling to stay secured as it settled in between the flush of your lips, covering nothing but your clit.

Bakugo was so enamored with your body that he didn’t notice when he started fisting himself through his cargo pants.

God, how did he get so lucky to land a bombshell like you?

Without hesitation, he unbuckles the clasps of his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, reclining back in his chair as he ferociously gripped his dick. The heat of his palm edged him along as he kept his phone in the other hand, flipping back and forth between your two pictures with each stroke. All he could think about was how much he wanted to tear the snaps open on your crotch with his teeth and devour you, paint your luscious tits with hot cum, watch how your puffy lips wrap around his cock, and fuck you until you were screaming his name into the couch cushions.

The sound of the lock turning on his office door shook Bakugo out of his lust-ridden stupor as he rolled his chair to situate himself under the desk, hiding his erection from sight. You crack the door open, just enough to slip inside, and re-lock the door behind you. He’s panting as sweat rolls out from under his mask, crimson irises locked on to you like a predator spotting its prey.

Was he getting off to your pictures?

Fuck, that’s hot.

”Hey Kats,” you purr, stripping the coat from your shoulders and exposing your hero suit. You drop your bag by the door, along with the jacket, and saunter over to his desk.

“Looks like someone was enjoying himself.”

Bakugo scoffs, pushing his mask up on to his forehead and running a hand through his hair. “Guilty as charged. Can’t help it, you’re fuckin’ sexy.”

As you round the desk, you catch a full glimpse of his flushed cock, dribbling with pre-spend as it gleams against his flesh in the sunlight. You can feel the spandex of your suit getting moist as you bite your lip, yearning for his touch - the string in your belly already wound tightly over catching him in the act.

Bakugo springs up from his chair, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor as he’s grabbing your waist and shoving you up against the desk between his legs. He presses against your center with his hard on, feeling the damp spandex rub against his shaft. Leaning back, you accidentally knock over the stack of papers and sending them tumbling to the floor.

“Looks like someone was enjoying herself,” Bakugo teases mockingly, rocking back and forth against your clothed slit. “Fuck th’ paperwork, rather fuck this pretty cunt of yours instead.”

A soft gasp falls from your lips as he removes himself from your center, kneeling down and pulling your hips to edge of the desk. His breath is hot against your sticky thighs as he licks the wet spot on your spandex, sucking on your clit through the fabric. You roll your hips closer into his mouth, begging for him for more. He smirks, diving into your core and nipping at the buttons on your suit. He grips the fabric between his teeth and throws his head back, successfully ripping the bodysuit’s enclosure open. It springs upward to the bottom of your stomach and exposes your glistening sex on full display, arousal seeping from your folds.

“Mm, someone’s eager,” he coos, swiping a finger through your slick. He brings it to his lips, half-lidded rubies flicking up to you as he swirls his tongue around his own finger, collecting it all seductively.

“God, baby, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Fucking hell, Katsuki,” you moan, rolling your head back as your mind floods with pleasure.

Bakugo groans as he plunges into your soaking wet center, drinking up every drop of your juices as his tongue circles back and forth from your entrance to your clit. You twitch as a sinful mewl spills out of you, echoing through his office.

“Sh-shit, sorry,” you whimper as another groan is coaxed out of you.

“Fuckin’ scream if y’wanna, baby. Don’t hide those pretty little moans,” he hums in between laps of his tongue, vibrations of his husky voice sent straight into your core. His fingers trail up your body to your throat, tracing your jawline as he moves to your lips, pressing his fingers to them.

“Now be a good girl and open wide.”

You obey, taking his digits into your mouth and roll your tongue around his calloused finger pads.

The inferno blazing in your abdomen is becoming unbearable, rapidly approaching your limit. You didn’t even need foreplay, the thought - and sight - of him jerking off to your pictures was more than enough to catapult you to the edge.

You pull back and release his fingers, a string of drool connecting from your lips to his fingertips.

”N-ah-not to r-rush you, babe, b-but I don’t wanna finish on you’re face,” you say between gasps. “I n-need you to f-fuck me until this goddamn desk breaks. I w-ah-nna come ah-ll over your -”

Bakugo doesn't let you finish your request as he's springing to his feet and scooping his hands under your ass. He positions himself up against your entrance and shoves his cock to the hilt inside of you - full force.

"Anything for you, princess," he growls, enjoying the site of your bouncing tits spilling out of your bodysuit as he begins to thrust aggressively into your weeping cunt. His hands grip into the plush of your ass as he pushes and pulls over and over again, spreading you open with his hot member.

The burn and stretch of him inside you makes you cry out in ecstasy. You’ll never grow tired of just how fucking good he feels, especially when he’s so deep that it feels like he’s rearranging your guts. It’s like he was destined to fuck you with how perfect the two of you meld together.

Bakugo takes one hand off your ass to harshly tug on the zipper between you two, releasing your breast from their clothed confinement. He immediately dips down while moving his hand to your back for support, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking with a rough pop of his lips. A frenzied moan escapes you, arching your back into his body, fueling a carnal desire within him as he continues to nip at your fragile skin, littering your chest with pricks of red in his wake.

You eagerly run your hands to the bottom of his tank top, tugging it up his chest and stopping on his pecs. The second your fingers roll over his harden buds, a guttural groan erupts from his throat. He lurches down, biting at your collarbone. You can feel his canines sink into your skin as you whine his name again and again, each one growing lustier with each snap of his hips.

"F-fuck, 'm not...g-uh," Bakugo stutters into the crook of your neck as he picks up the pace, his rhythm becoming haphazard as his thighs begin to tense.

"M-me too," you cry out, cupping his cheek in your hand to turn his eyes to you.

“I-I love you,” you whisper before biting at his bottom lip, sucking it harshly into a messy kiss as you beg for him to reciprocate.

He groans against your lips, crashing into you with his tongue and teeth, nibbling on your bottom lip in return. The lingering taste of your own cum swirls between your kiss as your body clenches, intoxicated by the intensity of your upcoming orgasm.

Bakugo breaks your kiss as his chest is heaving in sync with your own.

“I-fuck! I fucking love you,” he snarls in your ear. Your walls are clamping down all around his cock, the intense sensation too much for him to bare. He jerks a few more times as the both of you reach your peak, the wave of shared euphoria crashing down as you explosively release together. Heat floods into your center, a mix of your slick and his cum leaking down your thighs. Your body’s convulse in tandem, quivering from the recoil of your joint climax.

“Hell of a surprise, baby,” Bakugo whistles, catching his breath as he slides out of you and sits back in his office chair. He can’t help but stare at you as you soak in the afterglow of your orgasm. You were absolutely beautiful to him, especially splayed over his office desk stuffed full of his seed.

Good thing he had a corner office where no one bothered him if the door was closed. It was late, anyways, it was unlikely anyone was wandering around the agency at this hour.

You push off the desk and make your way over to your bag by the door. Rummaging around, you pull out a towel, a fresh pair of underwear, sweatpants and a Dynamight hoodie to change into. Bakugo notices and can’t help but cackle at how prepared you were as you change clothes and toss him the towel to clean himself up after you.

“I know you’re a through planner, babe, but damn.”

“Well, that wasn’t the surprise I was talking about,” you say mischievously.

He quirks an eyebrow at you as he fixes his shirt and scoots forward in his chair to finish putting his pants back on. “Oh?”

You strut over to him, straddling his lap and snaking your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place.

“I actually had a whole dinner and whatnot planned for tonight, but I couldn’t wait after you said you’d be caught up in the office.”

Bakugo’s confusion deepens at your comment, unsure of what it is you could be hinting at. He scrunches his brows together, tilting his head to the side.

“Sorry for gettin’ stuck here and messin’ up your plan. Now are y’gonna tell me what it is, or…?”

You’re mentally preparing yourself as you unlace one arm from around his neck and reach into the pocket of your sweatpants, trembling with excitement.

“Remember how I’ve complaining about how sore and achy I’ve been lately?”

“Yeah, y’had that blood test a few days ago. Did ya get that back today?” He asks, not following what that had to do with whatever surprise you had planned.

“I did,” you say as you hand him the folded piece of paper. “I found out why.”

Bakugo shifts the office chair closer to the desk, allowing you to lean back against the trim as he used his hands to unfold the paper. Your demeanor hints that you’re not sick or in bad health, so he’s not immediately worried. He’s scanning over the results until his eyes settle on one particular section.

“No fucking way, are you serious?!” He’s practically vibrating out of the chair beneath you.

You nod your head vigorously. “Mhm! Think Mitsuki saved your old All Might onesies?”

He snatches you by the waist as he jumps to his feet, cradling you as he spins ecstatically. You don’t recall a time, aside from your wedding, that you’ve seen him this overjoyed about anything. Setting you down on the desk, parting your legs to remain as close as possible to you. He cradles your face in his heated palms. The smile that adorns his lips is genuine, his eyes aflame with adoration.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, y/n.”

Bakugo locks his lips with yours, and the kiss isn’t sexual in nature. It’s full of love and endearment, a tenderness that makes your heart flutter and fills your body with bliss. When the two of you part, his eyes are glassy as he touches his forehead to yours.

“We’re finally gettin’ to start our family,” he whispers. “I’m gonna be a fuckin’ dad. Holy shit.”

Hearing him say it out loud makes you choke out the sob you’ve been withholding, beaming with happiness as your tears start to flow.

“Up for the challenge?” You tease playfully, sniveling and giggling as you pull him close for a hug.

“With you? Always.”

Bakugo takes a step back from your hold to delicately place a hand on your stomach, touching you as if you were made of porcelain.

“Do y’know how far along you are?”

“The doctor told me on the phone about 8 or 9 weeks. I thought my period was late from work stress all this time.”

“You’re definitely not workin’ after tonight!” Bakugo demands, his hands moving to your shoulders. “No way in hell you’re fighting with our baby taggin’ along in ya. I’m the boss ‘round here anyways, I’ll handle the stressful shit from now on.”

“Okay, hotshot. Calm down,” you joke, reaching up and ruffling his spiky locks. He sighs, shoulders slumping as the anxiety leaves his body.

“Now I feel kinda bad for railin’ you so hard against the desk,” he snickers, a blush creeping up his neck as he turns his head away from you.

“Oh, I don’t. How do you think I got pregnant in the first place?”

Embarrassment rushes straight to his cheeks, burning hot at your lewd comment. His reaction sends you into a fit of laughter, holding your stomach as you lay back on his desk.

“Better get used to not seeing me in that tight ass suit anymore, I bet it won’t even fit in a month’s time,” you exclaim, shaking your head at the thought.

Bakugo snorts. “Don’t matter if it fits or not, I’m gonna make ya wear it.”

You tilt your head toward him, smiling from ear to ear.

How’d you get so lucky? You’ll never know.

“So,” you exhale, sitting up on the desk. “Who do we tell first?”

He ponders your question and rolls his eyes at his own answer before speaking it aloud.

“Ma would kill me if her and pop weren’t first in line. Wanna stop by on the way home, get it outta the way?”

“Hah, alright. We can call my mom tomorrow and stop in. She should be back from her work trip by then.”

Another thought crosses your mind.

“Oh shit…do we tell Izuku or Kirishima first?”

Bakugo laughs out loud. “One step at a time, baby. ‘S a problem for tomorrow.”

Who would have thought this day would come? Two years of uncertainty and waiting has finally paid off, you couldn’t be more thrilled.

A memory flashes in your head from high school from a decade ago, walking into home room at UA High for the first time with Izuku as you spot Katsuki in the far row. You waved to him as he flipped you the bird, scowl painted on his face as he grumbled in his seat.

If someone would have told you that day he’s the one you’d date after graduation, marry and have a family with, you would have said they’re fucking insane.

And maybe it was insane, but you love every minute of it.

After this, I can imagine Bakugo deep diving into everything related to pregnancy - devouring every damn educational book, building the nursery three times before he's satisfied with its style and function, spoiling you endlessly with anything you ask for, and being extremely protective of you. :)

Divider by : @/saradika

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[yourlovermori]

your lips brush against each other and you’re situated in his lap hands settling on his broad shoulders while his rests on the small of your back pressing you closer against him and his other holds your face, thumb caressing your temple. he pulls back to look at you, really look at you and take you in.

you’re panting, lips bruised and a little dazed he thinks you look cute. a smirk tugs at his lips, he breathlessly chuckles, the laugh rumbling throughout his chest “you still with me, baby?” he asks teasingly. eyes flickering up to look at you, nodding and saying something about more. his lips travel to the span of your jaw pressing soft but meaningful kisses to the skin. he’s invading your senses and if he’s being honest you’re invading his.

a soft moan of “katsuki” leaves your lips as his lips brush against the skin behind your ear and he kisses that spot that leaves you dizzy. “you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know?” he says. you squirm a bit in his hold his hair ticking your cheek “you think so?” you tease but also for that part of you, the part that sometimes needs reassurance. “i know so” he retorts quick to wash away your worries. his hand moves to rest on your hip giving it a squeeze as he nips at your ear “my pretty girl” he affirms.

and it’s your turn to look at him, eyes holding emotion much too intense to put into words, so he does what he can with this. holding you close, pressing your body against his, laying delicate kisses along your skin, allowing himself to let you hold his heart the same way you let him hold yours. washing away any doubt that comes to mind about you, about him, about both of you together.

kissing on white sheets and the sound of frank ocean in the background leave you both feeling nothing but comfort in each other’s presence. and in this moment that you share together, a soon to be memory not only in your minds but also in your hearts, you’re certain, as certain as the sky is blue, that you love katsuki and he loves you.

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[lijojo]

when bakugo returns home from work, you’re always waiting with two packs of face masks. maybe that’s why bakugo katsuki will walk a little bit faster on patrols: just so he can see you a little bit sooner. 

because at the end of a long day, all he wants to do is to curl up next to you and just do practically nothing with his arms wrapped around you and your head tucked under his chin. he wants to feel your warm hands run through his hair to adjust the pretty blue butterfly clips you just bought for him. he wants to feel your gentle touch brush against his cheek as you readjust the face mask that for some reason doesn’t want to fit on katsuki’s face. 

after years of trying to be the best, of relentlessly chasing after victory and strength, even katsuki’s flame will sometimes burn out. with so much experience as a pro-hero, sometimes the sight of so much destruction and loss is too much to bear. swamped in paperwork, herowork, and just plain goddamn marketing, katsuki realizes how precious peace and quiet is. 

which is why even when he doesn’t have any photoshoots coming up soon, katsuki will demand that you share your skincare routine with him. that you do it together. 

when he first suggested it, you were perplexed. for the two years you’d been dating katsuki, he never seemed very interested in your skincare routine. sometimes he’d make snark remarks on how you looked with a sheet mask on, or how silly your headbands were. 

but instead of saying anything, you smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving him flustered. with a ginger tap, you simply agreed and you’ve been doing the same routine ever since. 

the moment katsuki is done with his well-deserved shower, you’ll sit on the bathroom counter, katsuki between your thighs as he smooths out the sheet mask over your cheeks. then, you’ll usually take the sheet mask and put it on bakugo’s face. it’s a soft, quiet process that needs little words. sometimes you’ll  talk about your day, about your coworkers or a joke your friends made at brunch. or sometimes, you’ll just quietly hum, and bakugo will close his eyes and melt into your touch. 

because at the end of the day, bakugo katsuki really wants to go home to you. he loves being able to just sit down with you, doing whatever you normally do. he enjoys the peace you carry with you, how you are always the calm to his storm.  

so when todoroki or—god forbid—deku notices that he will sometimes get more impatient than usual on the job, bakugo will brush them off instead of causing more of a fuss, because causing a fuss means wasting the time he should’ve been with you. 

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[lildrabbles]

I Trusted You

Cheater Deku X GN! Reader, then potentially Bakugo X GN! Reader

Warnings: Reader is reffered to as doll once, Deku cheats on you with Uruaka, swearing, Bakugo is softer than usual, a bit angsty but with a somewhat good ending? let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This story is requested from a friend of mine because i ran out of ideas lol, hope you enjoy! Also in case you didn't know, "F/N" means first name <3

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You thought Deku had been the one. You knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you… or, you thought he did at least.

Everything was going well too! Just the other night, you went out on a date to this cute little cafe, you were both laughing and smiling and even made out when you got back to the dorms. 

But apparently that wasn't good enough for him.

You had been planning on surprising Deku with some snacks and a movie to watch, like you guys had done about a month ago. He had been training hard lately so you wanted to treat him!

You made him think that you were terribly sick so he wouldn't come knocking on your door and so you could prepare all the snacks. You packed a container of popcorn, some drinks, and some chocolates into a box and started making your way to his dorm.

“This is gonna be a great night!” You thought excitedly to yourself. You walked up to his door and knocked gently. No answer. You knocked again and when he didn't answer, you opened the door softly and peeked your head in. “Hey baby! Special delivery--”

But then you saw him on the bed. On top of Uruaka. Kissing and making out. You saw him trace his fingers up from her waist to her face - something you thought only you would be able to experience.

“I-Izuku..?” You stuttered, your eyes starting to water.

Their heads snapped towards you, eyes widened. Deku jumped off of Uruaka and tried to walk towards you.

“Doll this isn't what it looks like-”

You dropped the container of snacks and slapped him hard across the face, tears threatening to spill.

“I-I trusted you, you bastard!” You screamed, a small tear managed to make it past your eye and down your cheek.

He looked down at you in shock, holding his face. He didn't say anything, just stared. You huffed in anger and turned around, slamming the door hard in his face. You marched downstairs without a word, pulling your hood up and trying to cover your face.

When you reached the living area of course everyone else was down there.

“Hey girlie! Hey wait what's wrong-” Mina tried to touch your shoulder but you dodged past her and started heading straight to the door.

“S-sorry I'm fine, just need air..” You mumble. Then you accidentally bump into Bakugo, of course you did. Just what you need right now.

“OI YOU LITTLE-” He cut himself off when he saw you storm past him and out the door. He squinted in confusion as the doors slammed closed. Everyone goes quiet for a second before Denki speaks up.

“Well she seemed a little more cranky than usual-” Which resulted in getting a smack from Jiro.

You plopped down onto a bench on the street, starting to hyperventilate as you let emotions take over as you curl up, your knees to your face as you sob into your sweater. You make sure to be quiet though, don't want to bother anybody. You can hear the door open and close but you don't think much of it until you can hear shifting beside you on the bench. You look to your side, making sure to keep your eyes hidden.

You see Bakugo awkwardly sitting there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Uh… you seemed pretty upset in there.” He started uncertaintly.

You chuckle dryly and nod, burrowing your face back into your knees. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”

He shifted a little. “Do you… do you wanna talk about it?”

You sigh before lifting your head. You knew you could trust him, enough at least.

“Well, I just found out Izuku is cheating on me with Uruaka.” You say, tears starting to brim again. You quickly wipe them away.

His eyes widen as he looks down at you. “Wait, seriously?” He asked in a shocked voice.

You nod dryly, “Yep. He doesn't seem like one to cheat, does he?” You chuckle a little, voice cracking.

Bakugo looked down, his fists clenching. “That fckin green haired dumbass..” He glances back at you when he hears sniffling, you trying to desperately wipe away the tears that were starting to stream down your face.

His face softened, and without hesitation he gently grabbed your shoulder and pulled you in close to him. 

“You're okay… shhh… let it all out.” He said in the softest tone you've ever heard from him as he stroked your hair gently.

Your eyes were wide in shock from his softness right now but you slowly started to calm down, closing your eyes as you began to snuggle into him. You hiccup. “T-Thank you Bakugo, this means a lot…”

“Katsuki.” He says without a beat, massaging your scalp a little.

You lean into his touch when you ask, “Huh?”

“You can call me Katsuki.” He said gently, pulling back a little to have an almost emotionless face, but you could see some emotion in his eyes: slight anger, concern, sympathy, and also kindness. The Katsuki Bakugo, was actually being soft and gentle around you.

You smile a little before saying, “Then you can call me   F/N.” 

He smiles back before patting your head. “You feel a bit better now?” 

You chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good, because my shirt is soaked now”

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The End!

I left it up to you whether you wanna dump Deku and go for Bakugo or forgive Deku or just stay as friends with Bakugo, whatever it's up to your imagination ✨

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[anniebear-92]

Makeup And Coffee

As I promised I would release a little short for being non existent for a bit :)

Summary: Katsuki is your best friend and neighbor that has lived next door since you were small. You both have a crush and are too dumb to make a move. <3 He comes over to bother you and ends up having soft boy time with you.

Katsuki opened his eyes as his consciousness awoke from slumber, his arm draped over his eyes to shield from the glare of morning light. He let his arm slide to the bed, blinking rapidly before catching the red numbers of his clock indicating it was early in the morning, just a few minutes before 8 Am.

With a deep groan he lifted himself from his bed and shuffling into the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth with one hand and rubbed the remaining sleep from his eye, the events from the previous evening brought him back to full awareness. His parents had indicated they were going to be out early this morning and running errands for their clothing brand all day. He was set to be all alone and was determined that was not happening.

After finishing his business in the restroom, he threw on some clothes for the day and his favorite sweater over that faded skull tee shirt he has had for some time. Closing the front door behind him he took a turn around the corner of the wall that stretched crossed his yard into yours, making the journey next door to your front door.

Instead of knocking he turned the knob and let himself in, knowing full well he was welcome anytime just as you were in the Bakugo household. Inside he could hear the chatter coming from the kitchen pause as the front door opened. Your mother poked her head out and flashed a bright smile that he recognized as a mirror of your own. Clearly you got your mother's looks as a majority.

"Ah Katsuki! Come in and join us for coffee!" She waved him in and he strolled with hands in his deep pockets into the kitchen where your father sat at the island, cup in hand himself. He lifted the cup in salute while his eyes scanned over the paper laid out before him.

"Good morning young man."

Katsuki nodded in response as a cup was placed before him, "Here sweetheart, have you come to hang out with our daughter today? Surely you didn't come to drink coffee with old people like us!"

Your father snorted with a small "Speak for yourself." earning a softswat from his wife's dainty hand. "Parents are out today, figured I didn't want to be alone." Katsuki took a sip of the dark drink, the warmth sliding down his throat and waking him even more.

She nodded in understanding, his mother and yours had been best friends for a very long time at this point. Meeting and bonding over their mutual children's bad behavior when they were called into the office of your primary school. Both Katsuki and you sat on the small plastic chairs, in your blue uniform with a star embordered over your chest. Dirt and cuts all over from your brawl after a disagreement over who would be All Might in your Heroes Vs. Villains game.

"Mitsuki did tell me she had a few errands to finish up today, you're welcome to hang out here." He grunted in thanks, head swiveling around as if he had realized you were no where to be found as of yet.

"Where is she anyway?" He sipped at his drink as your father lifted a finger towards the second floor above him.

"Still in bed after playing video games all damn night with her friends. If you plan on waking her 0 out of 10 would not recommend."

Katsuki snorted, almost inhaling his drink and earning a look of concern from your mother. He held up a hand to indicate his was just fine and she backed off onto her stool once again. He had to admit your father's humor was top notch for an extra.

"Oh if you're going to wake her you'll want this." Your mother slid a cup across the table, steam wafting from the liquid inside mixed just the way you like it.

"Think of it as a peace offering, so she doesn't rip your head off."

She finished placing the cup in his hand with a wink and began reading the newspaper over her husband's shoulder. Taking both cups he made his way up the stairs with a small smile on his face. If anything he hopes that one day your relationship was anything like your parents', even his own would be fine... He just needed to get the courage to ask you out!

Up the stairs he found himself outside your door just like many times before, instead of knocking he slid the door open slowly to confirm if you were still sleeping or awake. His crimson gaze landed on the bed, you were wrapped up like a little caterpillar all cocooned in the blanket. The only thing visible were your closed eyes, forehead and hair that stuck each way from the pillows. Snug as a bug in a rug.

Stalking over on his tip toes, socks slipping over the carpet quiet as a mouse in order not to wake you early. Setting down the cups he smiled softly at your serene face, wishing he could've been the stuffed bear clutched in your arms instead.

Sitting on the side of your bed he must've been having a soft moment by leaning over and poking your shoulder softly. However still being Bakugo he whispered, "Oi, dumbass. Wake up."

When you didn't move in the least he huffed, trying once again he placed his hand on your shoulder and gave a little shove. "Oi! Dumbass!"

With a groan you flipped over, hand shooting out in a stretch while catching Katsuki upside the cheek. He flinched back in shock, his own hand rubbing the affected area. Losing the softness from before he now stood to brace himself for the next steps. He jumped onto the bed, full weight crashing down on you as the next sounds became colorful curse words.

"WHO THE FU-" You started, arms flailing at your attacker. You hands connected a few times as Katsuki struggled to block and catch them, repeating over and over "Oi! It's me! CHILL OUT!"

The struggle continued for a few moment before he finally whisper yelled "Stop! Your parents are going to think I'm doing freaky shit to you!"

He placed a hand over your mouth, your e/c eyes now glaring holes into his face as he gave a triumphant smirk of accomplishment when you went still.

"Morning dipshit."

"Gerr Ouph!" You attempted through the warm palm of his hand. He smirked even larger as he let his full weight drop on you once again, a oof leaving you along with the air.

"Dammit Katsuki! Get your fat ass off me!" You growled against his palm as he shrugged, "Nah, your bed is comfortable even if a bit lumpy."

Your response was a quick swipe of your tongue against his skin, the hand shooting back like you burned him.

"EW BITCH!" He snarled as you took the opportunity to use your weight against him, earning him flailing backwards onto the floor with a thump. Leaning over the bed triumphantly you smiled wide.

"Good, where you belong. Night night." Wrapping yourself back into the burrito of blankets, a knock at the door startling you both.

"Everything okay in here kiddos?" The voice of your father made it though the crack of the door, opening it slightly to see Katsuki flattened on the floor and your barely open eyes.

"We have a bed bug problem apparently and I delt with it." You waived your hand at the floor at the boy laying still on his back, a hand over his eyes in annoyance.

"Well do I need to call pest control?" Your father's eyebrow raised in amusement as you shook your head. "Nope Call me able, because I was able to take care of the pest."

Your father chuckled at your silly response while closing the door behind him, Katsuki took the opportunity to hop onto his feet, glaring down at you with a vengeance.

"The hell was that for?"

You showed your favorite finger to him, "It's way too damn early for your shenanigans."

He leapt towards you again, earning yet another wrestling match.

You finally squirmed from under him and managed to get a foot into his side, kicking him to the floor once more.

"It's too early for your shit Katsuki!" You crossed your arms glaring down at him, he mirrored easily as he shrugged. "It's 8:30 you lazy shit."

"It's 8:30 am on a Saturday you absolute twat!"

Picking himself off the floor for the second time that morning he grabbed the cup meant for you, eyes lighting up from the sight of the hot drink you made grabby hands for the cup.

"Your mom made you coffee." He slipped the beverage into your hands as you squealed and took a sip, your mother really got you.

"Delicious." Speaking in your best Elmo voice, you grabbed your phone as Katsuki invaded your bed, flopping beside you on his own.

His eyes began flipping between you and his screen, watching as you sat up and scratched at your hair with a large yawn. It was only now he realized your attire, a tank top and itty bitty shorts. Not a bra to be seen, his face heating up as he returned his attention to his phone to avoid being considered a perv.

"Who were you playing games with last night?" He finally started as your yawn completed.

"Kami, Sero and Kiri. Everytime I said I was going to bed I got 'One more game! Yeah come on it's not that late!' " You mocked with an attempt at a deep voice earning a snort from him as your phone pinged with a notification.

Picking the device back up and reading the message a small smile crossed your lips. Who the fuck has you smiling like that?

Katsuki took a sip of his coffee to avoid jealousy when another ping signaled a response to your own. He let a few more notifications go on while you continued a conversation when he finally couldn't take it any longer.

"Who the fuck is bothering you this early?"

Your eyes turned to his, narrowing as you curled a lip in a snarl. "you are you dumb bitch!"

He bared his own teeth at you while leaning forward, "I'm not a dumb bitch you are!" Before he could even finish another ping came from your device, his large hand snatching it from your fingers.

You squealed a protest as he began searching to find out who had taken your attention from him.

He growled as non other than his green haired rival smiled from his profile picture a top the thread. "That nerd has been messaging you?"

He texted something while avoiding your snatching hands in attempts to reclaim the device.

Once finished he tossed the device into your waiting hands, "What the hell did you say to him?"

He let a small smirk cross his lips without vocalizing what he wrote.

"Oi, Fuck off she's busy?" You read aloud in an incredious tone.

Sorry, didn't mean to bother? The response came in almost immediately you shot a quick apology for Katsuki's attitude and indicated you'd catch up with your friend later.

"Well anyway since I'm clearly not getting sleep, it's time to de-troll for the day."

Katsuki nodded along as if what you said was the absolute truth. "You do be looking like a gremlin this morning. Though that's nothing unusual."

A pillow smacked him right in the face and his phone from his hand. He growled as he caught your annoyed glare. "Just proved my point dumbass." He leaned over and poked your arm, "Besides are you going to apologize for licking my hand earlier you nasty bitch?"

Cocking a brow you sized up his stupidly handsome face. "Apologize to you?" He nodded as you snorted, "Apologize is a big word for Elmo."

Smoothing down your hair, you stood from the bed finally to do business in the restroom for the day. Stopping at your closet you began pulling out garments, starting with a bra. Katsuki's eyes quickly averted upon seeing the item and heat rushed to his face once more. His eyes returned to your rear barely contained by the shorts as you turned around when a small "Damn." slipped from his lips invoulntairly.

He turned his head as quick as possible back to his phone, he wasn't looking at your ass. Him? No...

"Get a good look did you?" You popped out a hip with a grin and he huffed. "Meme on my phone."

"Sure it was." Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the restroom to change into your clothes for the day. After a shower, brushing your teeth and dressing, you re-entered your bedroom to find Katsuki still scrolling away on his phone.

His eyes raised to you and landed on the large bag clutched in your hand. "The fuck is all that?"

You set the bag down on the bed beside him, grabbing a travel mirror and plopping down yourself. "My essentials for the day."

His eyes rolled so hard you thought they would pop out of his head.

You began fixing your hair out of your way in order to begin making up your face as he watched. "Still look like a gremlin."

You gave an amused snort, "Look like a gremlin and yet you're the one looking at my ass."

He balked, dropping his phone. "The fuck I was! It was a meme on my phone!"

You chuckled a bit before leaning over slightly to become eye level with the red faced boy. "Didn't know your phone was attached to my shorts."

He pushed your head back with a growl and manical laughter on your part. "Whatever... you got a nice ass okay?" He huffed the quiet comment and you pretended not to hear.

Opening your bag finally you set up the mirror ahead of you and began your moisturizing routine, once all finished you moved on to foundation and bounced it into your skin with the beauty sponge.

Katsuki had reverted to his phone, eyes shifting to you every so often before he finally asked. "The fuck are you doing?"

You lowered the sponge and looked at him with half face covered. "Make up? Beauty takes work and time."

He clicked his teeth while looking you over, heat filling your face as he scrutinized your work so far.

"Don't need that shit. you're pretty without it." He mumbled, barely audible but you caught it. Heat flushed your face as you whispered a Thank you.

"I like make up, it makes me feel good wither I look good without it or not."

He grunted in response and you went back to bouncing the blender to blend the foundation in.

You were now blending concealer with the previous layer when you noticed Katsuki blatantly staring. "You are beating the shit out of your face, how does that make you feel good?"

A loud cackle left you as he began digging into your bag, his curious nature shining through. You had already set out what you planned to use, extras still in the bag as he began picking out objects and inspecting them. He paused to check your progress, seeing the light lines and dots you had placed along your face he smirked.

"You look like you're going to war with all that paint."

You paused to glare, raising the sponge towards him. "Watch it, or you're next!"

His glee dropped into defiance. "You wouldn't dare."

You gave a smug expression before reaching the sponge out threateningly towards his face. "Want to test that theory?"

He shook his head before returning to rummaging in the bag.

You continued your makeup routine as he began pulling things out of the bag and asking what they were. You found yourself giving answers as he demanded them.

"Eyeliner. Mascara. Another Mascara. Yes I have two of them! Actually three."

He finally put the bag down as you began flipping open pallets looking for colors you wanted to put on eyes for the day. He began picking up the pallets as you dropped them, his nose crinkling in disgust.

After finally finding the one that satisfied you, the rest were discarded towards him in a pile. Lifting a brush you began to blend in the first color while he watched shamelessly now. Moving to add another color Katsuki commented mindlessly, "Bet I could do that shit better than you."

The brush paused at your lid as you turned towards him. "Bet not."

His eyelids lowered in threatening manners. "You looking down on me?"

Shaking your head you resumed your brush strokes. "No, have you done make up before?" He shook his head and mumbled "Just that shitty black eye crayon for the mask..."

You knew it! He finally admitted to using eyeliner!

"My sweet Kit Kat, I've been doing make up for a few years now. Which is longer than you mind you. I know you can't." You gave him the sweetest smile knowing exactly what you were provoking.

"Give me that shit. Move." He snapped his fingers at the brush, grabbing back my bag and pallets as he began digging out things that interested him. Letting out a sigh you grabbed a bag of make up wipes and wiped away your hard work. Just the eyes though, the rest was too perfect.

Katsuki went through your brush set and confirmed what they were for with you and once he was satisfied he began dipping softly into the color with the bristles.

He first attempted one handed, however annoyed by the subtle movements of your head he finally raised his free hand to grip your chin gently between his long fingers. The music you had turned on upon leaving the bathroom turned into a soft song, his rough fingers adjusting you with gentle presses and squeezes as he added color after color. You peeked one eye open to watch the determination on his face as he concentrated to prove your ass wrong.

"Close." He snapped gently and you listened. He finished up his last strokes and then tapped your knee to get your attention. "Where's your liner shit?"

You grabbed the liner you preferred and handed it to him as he inspected his work. He removed the cap with his teeth and held it gently between his lips. Your face heated at his serious eyes, while he waited for you to close your own once again.

You listened to his soft breathing, feeling absolutely serene with your best friend, okay long time crush pampering your face.

He was half way through lining your first eye when your door cracked unknowingly to both of you. A soft smile upon both of your lips as he worked, a flash and click of a phone camera startled you both. Your eyes flew open and Katsuki luckily pulled the liner away before it could smudge. Both of your jaw dropped expressions were candy to your mother's eyes.

"And that one goes to Mitsuki."

Katsuki groaned, "No! I'll never hear the end of that one!"

She chuckled, it was already sent and long gone. "Sorry dear, I came to let you know dad and I are going to grab some groceries for dinner." She leaned against the frame while watching us closely. "Will you be joining us for dinner Katsuki?"

He gave a shrug and she smiled. "I'll just plan for you. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

You groaned loudly as she left with a loud cackle, heading downstairs to her waiting husband.

Katsuki sighed heavily and grabbed your chin one final time. He finished the liner and mascara before he handed you the mirror once more. "Well?"

you turned your face back and forth, inspecting his work. "Not too horrible I guess."

His smug expression dropped into annoyance as you chuckled. "I'm kidding! It actually looks nice."

He rolled his eyes as you crossed your arms. "Question is though... can you match it?" You pointed towards your clean eye and he huffed. "Of course I can."

After finishing his work he watched as you added in your normal highlighter, blush and set it all with your favorite mist. He coughed deliberately as you rolled your eyes. "It's just a mist to set the makeup chill."

You grabbed his chin just as he did and he scrunched his eyes closed as you lightly misted his face. "See? Big baby."

He pouted when you released him and you snorted. "You're adorable when you pout."

His face darkened as he turned his face away, flopping onto the bed.

"Shut up."

"Anyway you're taking me to breakfast."

He shot upright with a scowl, "Who the fuck said so?" You smiled brightly and he felt his heart flutter at your beautiful face, knowing he had done your look today.

"I did. It's payback for my rude awakening!"

He huffed sitting up. "Fine hurry the fuck up."

Brightening up at the promise of food you grabbed your must haves before opening the door. "Way to my heart? Food."

You exited the room to leave a flustered Katsuki in the room. He took a deep breath and followed you. Maybe he would confess at lunch.

#bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #soft bakugo #this ended up longer than i planned.

[hmperil]

Hi hello :>

Can you do a crush hc with the mha boys, you can decided who tho I don't mind. Reader has a huge crush on them and is a hopeless romantic, it's okay if you won't accept my request I don't mind. ;>

(a/n) ahhhh hello ! thank you so much for the request. <3

! crush on mha boys !

includes : todoroki , bakugo

todoroki : oblivious to everything , even if they made it super obvious he wouldnt realise. wasn't until he overhead a bunch of people talking about it, and he was like *wait wut-* THEYVE LIKED ME ALL THIS TIME?! would be super shy to confess even though he literally know that they like him.. in the end he just slips them a note that just says "wanna go get cold soba after school". his crush whoes had a crush on him THIS WHOLE TIME is also like *wait wut-* HE'S LIKED ME ALL THIS TIME?!

bakugo : acts all rough but when he find out that they like him he is like a puppy inside. tries to act cool but he is failing like miserably. goes up to his crush and confidently decodes to say "I know you like me " ( bro really thought he did something there ) while his crush is just there super freaked out but then he says with a small voice ( his confidence really did a just did a 360 ) "umm we could like go get some food after school.. if you want... its okay if you don't.. I-" they end up going to get some food and surprisingly he actually finds a way of not ruining it completely, they end up dating after just a few weeks of talking to each other - so I guess in the end he didn't do too bad.

#fluffy crack #crack #fluff #mha #my hero acedamia #xreader #scenarios #fanfic #crush #crush bakugo #crush todoroki #soft bakugo #soft todoroki #cute #bakugo #bakugo katuski #todoroki #todoroki shouto #request #request by anon

[almaadst]

Commission! This time the sweetest person I had the pleasure to know with Bakugo 💥I love to draw such atmospheric artworks 🌇 Other: Commission info Bakugo and Denki Hawks and self insert PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION!

#art #commission #bakugo #mha selfinsert #couple illustration #manga #anime #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #Dynamight #bakugo x selfinsert #bakugo x oc #soft bakugo #bakugo smile #mha #bnha oc #bnha #my hero oc #boku no hero oc #my hero academia #mha fanart #bnha fanart #mha ship #mha commission #open commissions #my artwork #almaadst

[yourluckieday]

Sunshine

Just thinking about soft boy Katsuki.  This is purely self indulgent. Also is there a reverse corruption kink? Like soft girl makes angry boy sweet a gentle? Cause I think that’s what this is. I dunno. 

    He’s the big scary Pro-Hero Dynamight, and although he does have experience with women, he doesn’t seem to like any of them beyond just sex. So imagine his surprise, when in walks this small, cute, innocent little thing, with a smile like sunshine, that smells like butter cream frosting or freshed baked cookies, and hair that’s long and soft, and her glasses are never quite pushed up to properly sit on her nose. And he’s just instantly smitten with her. Loves the way she laughs, loves the way she smiles, even loves the way she pushes her glasses back in to place. Loves the way she blushes so prettily when he steals a kiss from her during the day in an office supply closet, or on the elevator betwen floors. Loves the way she holds his hand, all delicate; sometimes her whole hand is wrapped around his pointer finger; other times, she tries to curl their fingers together, but either way it’s soft, and gentle and it’s not something he is used to, but he loves it, just like everything else about her. 

    In the past, sex had been performative; the overly aggressive thrusting. All loud moans, and filth spewing from his mouth; meaningless words that pulled whines, and cries of pleasure. And at the time it did the trick, but now? Now he thrives in sunshine. basks in the gentle rays of her love for him. Craves the look on her face when he’s inside of her. His heart stutters at the way tears cling to her lashes when he thrusts so, so gently. He would destroy worlds, so he could hear his name on her lips, so reverently, like a prayer, when she’s right at her peak of pleasure, to hear how she begs so sweetly “please, please, please...” And when she cums, the softest, quietest sob of pleasure; it’s the most pornographic sound he’s ever heard. He kisses her, absorbs that sound, so it becomes a part of him. Revels in the way she clings to him as he chases his pleasure, how her sob of pleasure transforms in to a startled breathy whine that gets trapped between them, when she cums again, and pulls him over the edge with her. He presses his face in to her neck, breath fanning against her hot skin as he pulls in deep gulps of air. He nearly cries at how gentle her fingers are when she pulls them through his sweat dampened hair. And when her small arms pull him closer, with delicate little hands running up and down his back, he sheds a few tears. Because no one has ever been gentle with him until now. 

   Afterwards, he basks in her warmth, and the gentle touch of her fingers against his chest, her palm pressed right over his heart. He returns the soft touches, as best he can; large calloused fingers brushing through her soft hair, before he runs his palm down her back to pull her closer. And she basks in the warmth of him, because he is sunshine, and she is thriving.  

#soft boy katsuki #soft bakugo #bakugo #katsuki bakugo

[neonscandal]

Formal apology to @claycatz for this post. pls don't kys the best is yet to come (and be animated), duh!

How can I just let you walk away, // Just let you leave without a trace? // When I stand here taking every breath with you. // You're the only one who really knew me at all.

Take a look at me now // Well there's just an empty space // And you coming back to me is against the odds // And that's what I've got to face.

I wish I could just make you turn around // Turn around and see me cry // There's so much I need to say to you // So many reasons why // You're the only one who really knew me at all. // So take a look at me now...

#neon sounds #bkdk apology tour #soft bakugo #bkdk #bakudeku #dekubaku #dkbk #deku and kacchan #deku #kacchan #bakugo #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #anime #manga #mha bakugo #mha deku #bnha bakugo #bnha deku #class 1a #SoundCloud

[zanarkandskylines]

Starless Night

『♡』  fem!reader  x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ senior year of UA | aged to 18 | friends to lovers ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

summary: bakugo comforts you during one of your depressive episodes. tags & warnings: CW; talks of depression, self-harm | fluff, emotional comfort a/n: this was completely self indulgent lol but enjoy soft bakugo~ ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,477 ꒱

It’s 1am on a Tuesday, the dorms of UA are quiet as can be as everyone’s sound asleep - except for you. The cycle of intrusive thoughts in your head is swirling around in a vortex that’s too intense to silence.

You’re not good enough, no one likes you, your family doesn’t love you, you’re weak…that kind of thing.

Depression is a bitch and you don’t wish it upon anyone. There’s not a reason in the world for your brain to be lacking the necessary chemicals as you had everything you wanted - best friends, a healthy family, good grades, and a roof over your head.

Why was that never enough?

You knew it was an unfair question that had no answer, and yet, it still was valid enough to keep you up at night.

It wasn’t even that you necessarily were sad tonight, your mind just refused to let you sleep. Insomnia was common amongst the list of side effects of depression and, unfortunately for you, coexisted with the lack of serotonin and dopamine in your body.

There wasn’t a long list of people that knew of your “condition,” so to speak. You didn’t wear it like a name tag on your chest, you hid it away in the confines of yourself. There’s a few you trusted to come to when you needed - Ochaco, Izuku, Katsuki and Kyoka.

Everyone knows what depression is, but what they don’t know is how it feels if they’re free of it.

You’re physically exhausted, your body begging for you to rest after a long day of training for the senior year sports festival. But deep down in the recesses of your mind, a sadistic part of you enjoys the pain. Sparring matches helped mask the desire to hurt yourself, letting others “hurt” you instead. As long as it was “accidental,” no one would bat an eye.

The only person who knew your trick was Katsuki.

One day in the summer of junior year, the two of you had been sparring off and on with Kirishima in place of going on a run. He started to notice when you’d purposefully slip up - stumbling into a punch, not dodging an attack you normally had no problem with, letting yourself get knocked down, things of that nature. It would be subtle, but enough that he picked up on it instantly. He knew something was up but never could figure out the reason why.

Ever since then, he’d had a close eye on you whenever he could sense a shift in your demeanor. He never outright asked and remained a silent observer, ready to step in when he felt was right. It wasn’t his business to assume how you were feeling, but he made a point to give you reassurance when he think you needed it.

That’s what friends are for, right?

After tossing over for the millionth time in bed, you shoot up from under the covers and swing your legs to the floor. Phone in your pocket, you kick on your slippers and head out the door.

Where were you going? You didn’t know, you just didn’t want to be rotting in bed any longer, even if it’s the middle of the night. So, you go where you always end up - the roof.

It provided a sense of comfort and adrenaline for you to be up there. Laying under the stars as your mind ran wild while simultaneously knowing you could just…take a wrong step.

You kicked the access door open and propped a nearby cinder block up against it as you make your way to the edge of the rooftop, scanning the surroundings of the campus. Everything was so peaceful at night, the moon casting the perfect illuminating glow on the scenery below. Turning away from the ledge, you sit against it with your knees to your chest, head back to study the stars.

Sometime later, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps on the stairs beyond the access door. To your surprise, Katsuki’s at the doorway, peaking out as he’s rubbing sleep away from his eyes.

“The hell y’doing up here so late?”

Your eyes don’t leave the sky.

“Can’t sleep.”

You hear him huff, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he makes his way over to you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He groans, his voice still gravely from sleep.

You laugh. “Looks like I did.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you, arms resting on his knees.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you insist, lying through your teeth.

“Bullshit.”

You sigh. He really saw right through you - was it that obvious?

“But if you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine.” His voice is soft, different from the usual booming delivery.

“S-sorry, Kat. I didn’t mean to lie.”

“Didn’t say you were. Just sayin’ I can tell when something’s on your mind.”

You pause for a moment, thinking how to phrase your feelings.

“I have these loud thoughts in my head. Voices that constantly keep bitching at me over all my shortcomings. It’s exhausting.”

“Is that why you let your guard down during sparring matches?”

His observation makes you recoil - shit, you’d been caught.

“Uh. What do you mean?” you say, trying to feign ignorance.

“Idiot, don’t play dumb. I’ve noticed for a while now.” Katsuki turns his gaze toward you. “Is that why?”

You can’t make eye contact with him. The second you do, you know you’ll crumble. It wouldn’t be fair to put your pain on his shoulders, he has enough shit to worry about.

“Y/N, look at me,” he demands, putting a rough hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Do you hurt yourself on purpose?”

The heat of his palm on your shoulder coaxes the emotions out of you. The tears are welling in your eyes as you finally have the courage to meet his crimson stare and speak.

“…yes,” you say meekly, voice threatening to crack from the impending tears.

The hurt that crosses his features makes you regret confirming his suspicions.

Is he going to yell at you? Storm off and say it’s not his problem? Walk off without saying anything?

The potential options are shuffling endlessly in your head that you don’t notice him stand to his feet, extending a hand to you.

Katsuki doesn’t say a word, just continues to stand there waiting for you to take his hand. Reluctantly, you take it as he pulls you to your feet, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

And then there’s…warmth. He pulls you closer, not letting go of your hand as he places his other hand on the back of your head, pushing your forehead to rest against his shoulder. You can’t help the quiet sob that escapes you.

“I want you to promise me somethin’."

You silently acknowledge his comment with a gentle nod into his shoulder.

“Whenever these feelings come knockin’ around in your head, come to me. Don’t care the time or place. Y’don’t need to say shit when you do. Pull me aside, tap me on the shoulder, call or text me, knock on my door - whatever it is just…let me take some of that pain so you don't hurt yourself."

You're speechless.

This is the version of Katsuki you loved dearly, when his fire would dim into embers, softening his exterior to only those he trusted. It was soothing to know he let you see him like this.

"I-I'm sorry," is all you can muster, ashamed of your unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Katsuki lets his hand from the back of your head go, releasing you from his hold. He moves his hand to your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. The texture of his calloused fingertips on your skin makes your heart flutter.

Gosh, his eyes are so beautiful.

"Don't apologize. Just promise me...please."

Please.

Is that the first time you've heard him say that?

You do your best to pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Promise."

He seems satisfied with that answer as he searches your eyes for a hint of lie and comes up short - you're telling the truth.

Letting go of your hand and removing his own hand from your cheek, he turns toward the rooftop door.

"C'mon, it's late. Let's get ya back to bed."

You give him a smile as you follow him back downstairs.

You're approaching the door to your room as grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the door. He can tell you're confused by the way your brows furrow.

"Nuh-uh, you're coming back with me," Katsuki exclaims, pulling you in the direction of his own room.

"But we'll get cau-"

He interrupts your concern. "Don't care. You're sleeping in my bed, end of discussion."

"...okay. Thanks, Katsuki."

just a little soft and fluffy comfort, you know he's madly in love with reader with how soft he is for her &lt;3

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[aakeysmash]

Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.

You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.

Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.

Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.

And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.

Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.

#this is literally boss!​bakugo from my barista au #just wait until they finally get together amd theyll be like this #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou smut #bakugo fluff #soft bakugou #drabbles

[gardenofnoah]

cowardice

bakugo has a bad day and is a drama queen and you love him still. wc: 2.8k cw: mentions of drinking, some fighting within an established relationship, they make up tho <3

Bakugo Katsuki felt the heat of the sunlight slipping through the curtains against his skin before he opened his eyes. Resting on his side, arm tucked under his head, he let his breath fill his chest, finding the stretch of it pleasant. For a moment, that was all there was-- his breath, the feeling of the sheets beneath him (linen, because you wanted to indulge, and who was he to deny you when you looked at him like that in the middle of the department store), the strip of warmth against his back where the sunlight played, the click of the old, rotating fan that sat on the dresser across the room, too ancient to provide anything but white noise at this point.

He was never a morning person before he met you-- he'd wake up, sure, but always sluggish and grumpy for the first hour or two before he shook off the last bits of sleep and rejoined the living. This morning, though, in the hum of the quiet, he thought he could understand why you liked them.

The arm resting over his waist reached over to you, but instead of you, he was met with cold sheets under his palm. He froze, eyes snapping open. His fingers created creases in the fabric as they pressed down into it-- you were gone.

You were gone.

He sat up, one arm holding him upright as he surveyed the room. Your things were still there, but you wouldn't have taken it all. No, you'd come back in waves, taking your sweatshirt with the frayed sleeves and your grandmother's hair clip and your favorite book until his apartment and his heart were emptier than they were before you came into it.

He ran his free hand through his sleep-disheveled hair, letting out a deep, painful sigh. He didn't have to reflect on it to know that this was exactly what he deserved-- what he always knew would happen. He'd tried to play house--he'd thought he'd liked it, actually, the way he'd come home to find you in his sweatshirt, curled up on the couch under a blanket in front of the TV, with your sleepy eyes on him and his name on your lips. He loved you, and he'd told you so in the ways he knew how, but he knew that how he'd been taught to love did not always come out like love. He'd hurt you.

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He'd had a bad day. He'd been met with a shit show as soon as he'd stepped foot into his agency's office-- one of the interns had seriously injured a civilian before obtaining their provisional license, and he was forced to play damage control-- something he was wholly unfamiliar with, considering he was usually the one that needed cleaning up after. It was an all-day thing-- constant media requests for information, insistent phones ringing shrill against his eardrums. He'd eventually gotten so fed up with the repeated, sympathetic "What would you like me to say?"'s from his publicist that he'd just walked out, not saying a word to any of his employees as he stormed out of the front door of his building.

It was late, pushing 8 o'clock by the time he left, but he didn't want to go home. He knew he should, knew you'd be waiting on him, but he couldn't bring himself to walk in the direction of his apartment. It wasn't that he didn't want to see you-- he did, all of the time-- but things had been tense lately, mostly because of him and his bad days that were quickly turning into bad weeks. He knew it was affecting you and he hated the way your mouth pulled down at the corners when you realized he'd come home angry again. He felt the weight of your disappointment, and tonight it would certainly be the thing that crushed him. So he'd avoid it.

He found himself walking in the direction of the bar he met you at when he'd just started out as a pro. He hadn't been well known enough to turn too many heads yet, but his ego made up for it. He'd seen you at the end of the bar, and found himself unable to look away. His eyes had trailed up your blue jean-clad legs and settled for maybe too long on the way that white T-shirt clung to you, the little roll of your belly sticking out over the top of your jeans making his mouth feel too dry. His eyes dragged up until they met yours, and you cocked an eyebrow, shooting him a side-eye and asking if he had a staring problem. He was hooked.

You'd been in your second year of nursing school, too tired to pretend to be entertained by any of his attempts at impressing you. You didn't care who he was-- hero or not, he was just a person, and you told him so. Never had a shot to his pride hurt so sweetly before. You laughed at his vain effort at fluffing himself up like a proud chicken, and saw who he was beneath all of the strength and bravado. Not one to be deterred, he didn't understand why he didn't intimidate you-- even a little bit-- at first. And then he understood, very quickly, that you yourself were a force to be reckoned with, and that it was him who should be a little intimidated. He'd never admit that he was.

So he sat down at the bar, alone, and ordered whatever cheap beer he saw first on the menu. He ignored the chatter around him, mostly about him and the mess his intern had made, electing to stare straight at the TV behind the bar and grimacing when he realized it was coverage of, not surprisingly, his agency.

"Hey," he called to the bartender, pointing to the TV, "you mind changing that?"

The bartender shrugged and reached up to press a button on the TV, the channel flickering to what appeared to be a recording of an earlier soccer game. Katsuki sighed, elbows coming to rest on the bar top, chin in his hands and shoulders hunching. He'd been feeling his phone buzz in his pocket for the last 10 minutes, and he didn't have to look to know it was you. Guilt washed over him-- he wanted to tell you that he was alright, that he needed a minute to himself, but he didn't know how. So he'd avoid it.

He'd ignored the unwelcome presence next to him for as long as he could, until he heard her in his ear. "Long day, hero?" the woman cooed, much too close to him. He'd shot her a sideways glance and then returned his eyes to the game, choosing to ignore her and hoping she'd get the message. To his dismay, he felt her arm try to wiggle its way to loop through his. "C'mon," she tilted her head to him, batting her eyes, "you wanna talk about it?"

Katsuki yanked his arm out of her grip, turning to openly glare at her now. He sighed, standing up from the bar and reaching into his pocket to fish out spare bills to pay for his drink. He slammed them onto the counter, pushing past the woman whose eyes were now as wide as dinner plates, muttering a "can't even get a fuckin' drink in peace anymore," for good measure.

He took the long way home, walking down side streets and alleys until he decided it was time to return (and knowing it had been that time hours ago). It was approaching midnight by the time he walked through the front door, with some part of him hoping that you'd gone to bed. When he'd reached the landing at the top of the steps, his hopes were dashed-- eyes meeting yours as you sat on the couch under a blanket, a glass of red wine in your hand.

"Hi," you breathed, and there was no warmth in it. Katsuki grunted in response as a half-greeting (and immediately regretted it), dropping his keys on the end table and turning down the hall to the bathroom. Desperate to avoid you still, despite the way he could feel your eyes burning into the back of his skull as he retreated. He was a coward, and he knew it. He couldn't face it, not right now.

"Are you serious, Katsuki?"

He paused, rocking back on his heel. He couldn't turn, couldn't look at you. The shame was so stifling it took up all the space in his lungs and he startled himself at the little gasps of breath coming from his chest. He knew what he needed--hell, he knew you'd understand what he needed if he could just tell you to give him a minute. But he couldn't say anything, so smothered by his own cowardice and your disappointment that he just stood there in the hallway, back to you while you seethed in your spot on the couch.

"It's fucking midnight and I've been calling you. You couldn't be bothered to shoot me a text to let me know you were alive? And now you just storm in here like you can't fucking stand me," your voice broke, and he tried to convince himself it was the wine. He knew it wasn't. He felt something start to crawl up his throat. He pushed it down, hard. He still could not look at you.

"Do you think you're the only one that had a bad day?" you spat at his back, standing up now, "I've watched three of my patients die in the last two weeks. I can barely get out of bed in the morning. And where the fuck have you been?"

Try as he did to stop it, what had been climbing up his throat punched its way out through his mouth as he turned to look at you. He looked at you and all of the shame and guilt and inadequacy he felt came crashing down around him. He looked at you and it hurt, because where had he been? He hadn't known you were struggling-- if he was honest, he couldn't remember the last time he'd asked you how your day had been. The self-loathing lashed through him like a whip and he let it out on you. He projected every bit of boiling emotion that had been burning him onto you, letting the venom spit right at you and only stopping when there was no air left in his lungs.

It was silent then. You only looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking. He couldn't meet them-- he knew he made a mistake. A big one, if your uncharacteristic silence was anything to go by. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned on his heel, muttering something about needing a shower as he walked away from you. He was careful not to slam the door behind him, leaning up against it and letting out a breath. Fuck.

He heard you set your glass down in the kitchen sink and make your way down the hall to the bedroom. He was unsettled at how quiet you were. He moved on autopilot through his shower, pulling briefs on afterward and making his way to your bedroom. The door was shut, and he held his breath as he opened it quietly, half preparing for you to be ready to attack him on the other side of it. He wouldn't have blamed you.

But you were there, in his bed, covers pulled around you in the dark. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, horribly unsure of what to do next. Given a little bit of confidence at the way you'd not immediately yelled at him to leave, he padded over to the bed quietly, peeling back the blanket. He eased in cautiously, body stiff as he laid down. You were turned away from him, and he knew you were not asleep. He laid on his side, staring at your back and shoving down the feeling of wanting more than anything to reach out and pull your body to his.

It was still for a few moments, the old fan clicking, interrupting the silence. Then, still turned away from him, he watched the hand draped over your waist move behind you. You splayed out your fingers and it took him a beat to realize you were reaching for him. A wounded sound escaped him as he threaded his fingers through yours. You squeezed a little and his eyes burned. He didn't know whether to be relieved or afraid. You squeezed again, and he just barely caught the broken "I love you" that came from your side of the bed. He held your hand like it was a lifeline and turned his face into his pillow to muffle his obnoxious sniffling. He cried until he wore himself out.

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He didn't know what else to do, so he pulled himself out of bed, just standing in the middle of the bedroom like he was lost. He finally walked to his dresser, body feeling like lead, and pulled open the drawer to find a crewneck to put on. The sight of your clothes in his drawer nearly stopped his heart, and he closed his eyes and grabbed the first of his that he could find, slamming it shut. He pulled the sweater over his head and walked out into the hall, making his way into the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, unable to think of what to do next. His eyes swept the room, not looking at much of anything until they landed on your wine glass in the sink. The breath he let out was pained as he slumped against the door frame. This is what his life would be now. Walking around his house like a ghost and mourning the pieces of you that you'd left behind.

He was so caught up in his grief that he didn't hear the click of the front door as you shut it closed behind you. You stopped, staring up at his back from the bottom of the steps. "Katsuki?" you called to him quietly, not missing the way he jumped out of his skin, whipping around to look at you. His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water. You'd have teased him if you weren't so concerned.

"You left," he croaked out, and it felt like sand in his mouth. You held up the paper bag in your right hand cautiously.

"I picked up breakfast," you offered weakly, eyes never leaving his as you watched him take in your words.

"I-I thought...you left," he whispered, looking down at his feet. The burning in his eyes was back but he'd be damned if he cried twice within the span of 12 hours in front of you. He sniffled anyway and hated himself for it. He heard you sigh quietly, the wooden stairs creaking as you made your way up them. His body tensed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, bag of food long forgotten as you pulled him tightly to you, pressing your forehead into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not leaving," you said firmly. He took a deep breath in, and let out a whine at the feeling of your lips pressed into his skin.

"You're fucking infuriating," you stated, like it was just a fact-- inconsequential and just there-- "and I am not leaving you."

He let his arms wrap around your shoulders and he buried his face in your hair, eyes screwed shut tight to keep the tears from leaving them.

"Just," you whispered, planting a soft jab into his side with your fist, "talk to me next time."

He couldn't stop the shuddering exhale that escaped him, because of course you knew. You understood what he needed, but you needed him to be accountable to you. You knew he was trying to learn.

You rocked up on your toes to press a kiss to the point of his jaw, and you snaked an arm up to hold the back of his head, pulling him down to you.

"And if you ever say such evil shit to me again," you breathed in his ear, "I will put you down like an old dog."

He snorted, turning to press his lips to your temple. "That's fair," he whispered, letting you wiggle from his grasp to pick up the food bag that you'd dropped. He watched you pull out the food, setting his out for him, and he let the emotion wash over him in waves. He loved you terribly, and he wanted to be better. He would try for as long as you kept reaching out for him.

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[lolita-lollipop]

Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

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