#✶ writes.bakugou

[deartouya]

THE SUN ON YOUR SKIN — BAKUGOU

✶ summary: katsuki's always loved nature and being outside, an activity which is only made better in your company.

✶ pairing: pro hero!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

✶ word count: 1k

✶ warnings: mentions of food/eating, incredibly self-indulgent. i started thinking about katsuki + nature and how he likes the sun and hiking and it made me so !! and i wrote this <3. i've been writing this for like. four months and still kinda hate it so. i'm sorry.

The air’s getting colder as you move deeper into the forest, the sun barely dipping from behind the trees and autumn just starting to melt into winter—the smell of it, crisp and sharp, heavy in the air. You’ve made it past the hardest part, past the uneven and sun-bleached rocks at the base of the trail and the path studded with hooked roots and shallow holes. This will probably be your last hike of the year, and you can barely keep yourself awake for it.

The ground grinds beneath your boots, brittle leaves and frost bitten earth a sign of the impending season change. You’re deep in the forest now, the tangy scent of dirt and the freshness of pine heavy and thick in the air. It’s nice—quiet, content: nothing but you, Katsuki, and the distant sounds of birds.

The sun has started to rise, slinking from behind the shadow of the mountain and casting the forest in soft warmth. Lush greenery brushes against your knees, curling around your ankles as you lead Katsuki up the path.

You scrub fruitlessly at your face, tucking your now empty thermos back in your backpack, “I was hoping that’d wake me up a bit before we reached the peak.” You sound annoyed, huffy, and you can hear Katsuki tsk from behind you.

He scoffs, shoulder knocking against your own, “maybe if you’d slept on the way here like I told ‘ya too, you’d me more coherent.” Despite the roughness, despite the way his fingers pinch at your hip, he hands you his thermos—warm between your palms and catered to your tastes. “Now stop your complainin’. Nearly at the end of the trail.”

You smile, leaning into the hand he smooths across your back as you tuck his thermos back in his bag, “thank you, Ki.”

He stays beside you this time, the broad expanse of a palm pressed into your back as you fall back into step. Katsuki likes this more than he’d ever admit, taking time away from the agency to spend with you. Even as he has to hover behind you and catch you when you trip and let you drink over half of his thermos because you drank yours before the first mile. He likes taking care of you, of having you rely on him.

“We’re nearly there, dummy,” he nudges you again, “we’ll eat that piss poor lunch you made then head back down.” 

You gasp, loud and exaggerated, and halt the both of you in the middle of the trail, “how dare you! I go out of my way to make you sandwiches and you insult my effort! We’ll see if I ever cook for you again, you jerk.” 

Katsuki grins wider when you huff, arms crossing tight across your chest. It grows even more when you're caught under his arm, tugged against his side as you continue to sigh petulantly. “Awww, I’m sorry, baby, I’m sure your sandwiches will be fine—can't be worse than some of the shit half and half tries to cook.” 

It’s a half-compliment at most, but it makes the faux annoyance slip off your face and let him tug you along with him. Content and quiet as you make the rest of the climb. He doesn’t let you slip away from him, keeping a steadying hand on your hips or shoulders, a soft and comforting weight. His hand slips into yours, fingers weaving tight as he guides you up the last of the trail. 

Your legs have just begun to ache when the path finally opens up, revealing the rocky ledge and sprawling trees before it. The perfect place to settle down and eat and watch as the sun settles in the sky. Though, you don’t end up doing much sight-seeing once he settles beside you. 

Katsuki reminds you so wholly of the sun—warm and bright and all-consuming.  

You think he looks best in it, when he’s nestled somewhere beautiful, when he’s surrounded by light and warmth and the smell of the trees. He looks most himself surrounded by beautiful things and with the sun on his skin.

He can feel the weight of your eyes, heavy on him as he peels a pair of oranges. His fingers are gentle, prying thick peels away from soft fruit, and his eyes are sharp and focused. It’s sweet. Sweeter than the juice that runs down his forearms, making him scrunch his nose in annoyance. 

Katsuki huffs when he finally acknowledges your staring, the corners of his lips twitching as he suppresses a smile, “tch, you done starin’ now?” He doesn’t let you answer though, hand tugging impatiently on your own, “c’mere.” 

You let him pull you into his side, tucked beneath a heavy arm and head cradled against his collar. Let him hand feed you slices of fruit, soft and tangy on your tongue. He smells nice, cloying yet sharp—the overwhelming scent of smoke and the sweetness of cologne. It fits him, you think, something that takes root in your chest and pulls. A smell that you can always sense—sweet and dark and him it makes you dizzy. 

Katsuki lifts your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss across your knuckles. You're sticky with juice and sweat but he doesn’t seem to mind. He holds you, fingers intertwined, tight against his chest as he watches you, “thank you.” 

You hum, high and questioning, as you rake a hand through his bangs. He chases the touch, lips skimming the thin skin of your wrist, “for what?” 

“Comin’ with me today.” It’s more than that, you can see it in the softness of his eyes and the way he lets himself smile—unabashedly adoring and syrupy sweet. 

“Don’t need to thank me, Katsuki.” You’re silent for a beat, eyes soft and adoring before something clicks. Then, you grin and he can feel himself preparing to groan. “But, I think you should carry me on the way down this time. Y’know as a thank you.” 

He laughs, a sharp scoff that devolves into something easier, eyes bright as a hand comes to ruffle your hair, “in your dreams, dumbass.” 

tags: @call-me-ko ; @michabun-uwu ; @maplesuna ; @smashboxgirl26 ; @boo-kugo ; @dinodumbass ; @uwuthatshit ; @sugarmaplewings-fics ; @violetdahlias ; @hirugummies ; @dukina ; @trashy-bowtie ; @scarekat ;

#is this so self-indulgent it might as well be a self-ship ?? yes. yes it is. #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #✶ writes #✶ writes.bnha #✶ writes.bakugou

[deartouya]

bakugou being an inherent romantic bc he just feels everything so deeply is very personal to me. i just know he's so intuitive and doesn't date lightly and puts everything he has into a relationship

#he's a romantic pry it from my cold dead hands >:)) #him + shouto -> romantic without trying #✶ venus stfu !! #✶ writes.bakugou

[deartouya]

i think katsuki is so incredibly aware of you and notices even the smallest things,, like he's made you a snack or insisted you take a break from working before you even feel hungry or tired. and he can tell when you're getting drained during a social event and will pick up and leave,, he didn't want to come to begin with anyway--rather be at home just the two of you

#in my bkg era if :')) #✶ venus stfu !! #✶ writes.bakugou

[deartouya]

katsuki would do a cliche kiss in the rain

#and then (sorta) complain while taking care of you when you get sick #but he does it; dramatic dip and everything #fight me idc #✶ venus stfu !! #✶ writes.bakugou

[deartouya]

DUMBASS ANNIVERSARY — KATSUKI BAKUGOU

you drag your exasperated boyfriend to a botanical garden in december to celebrate your anniversary, then quickly regret it when you remember that december is very cold. luckily, katsuki is very warm and doesn't mind you leeching off of him.

★ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

★ word count: 1,351

★ content: fluff, established relationship, lots of swearing from bkg, very cheesy flirting, reader + katsuki's anniversary is december 6, a shameless pride and prejudice quote (love me most ardently).

it's not december but this is based on the fact that my hometown made the very smart decision to open a botanical garden in december and me and my friend visited. written for @rinphoria 's lover's lane collab !!

Katsuki didn't even remember how you got him to agree to this. He's always hated the cold, breeze nipping his skin raw and his breath sticking to his cheeks. But you did—this had been your bright idea, even if no one would be able to tell. You had practically dragged him out of the apartment, it'll be fun, Kats! You'd quickly grown to regret the decision. The garden was void of most other people, normal people, who knew that December was too cold a month to be visiting a botanical garden.

He tips his chin as another hard gust of wind blows through the garden, ruffling both of your hair and sending a violent shiver down your spine. Katsuki pins you under a sharp stare before tucking you tighter under a heavy arm. You accept the opportunity and press against his chest—warmth finally seeping back into your hands. He flinches at the press of your nose against his throat, but warm hands find their way to your back nonetheless—pulling you closer in a futile attempt to get rid of non-existent space.

"Who picked an outdoor date for December?" You grumble, pushing further into his neck, "whoever they are, they're dumb," warm breath cools against the tender skin of his neck.

Katsuki scoffs unhelpfully, eyes rolling gently as he continues rubbing up and down your back, "aww, don't be so hard on yourself, dumbass." His lips press into the pinch of your brows, smoothing it out, "they're the ones who decided opening a garden in the middle of winter was a good idea."

You huff indignantly, trying to burrow deeper into the soft cotton of his scarf. "It's cold," you whine, words all muffled by skin and fabric. His lips quirk into a soft smile at the noise. "Why'd you have to ask me out in December, huh?"

"First of all, December's always cold, baby. You forget that when you refused to put on any more layers?" He shifts into a comically high-pitched voice, "I don't need a scarf! I'll be fine, Kats—it's not even supposed to be that cold."

You pull away to glare at him, annoyance completely squashed by the soft smile he's wearing, "and if you wanted a spring anniversary, you shouldn't've looked so cute in that damn santa hat. Maybe then I would've waited a couple months to finally ask you out." His cheek nudges your temple, lips brushing the skin, "c'mere, angel." You huff once more, breathing into his scarf, before you nestle against him.

Katsuki cups your hands between his, pulling them to his lips—warm breath spreading to the tips. He keeps them clasped firmly between his own over-heated hands as you walk, lips finding your temple. The full force of his warmth washes over you. You let out a quiet, contented chuff as you slack against him. His stupid little lovesick smile grows.

"Thank you, baby," you breathe, grinning into his chest. "Don' know what I'd do without you."

"Perish." He scoffs softly, scowling as you jerk back to glare up at him, "tch—stay still." Katsuki flings a scarf over your neck, warm hands brushing your throat as he fits the ends into a knot, tucking the material into your coat gently.

"Where'd you even get that?"

"Home. I knew you'd need it," he answers softly, glancing back at the garden, "you gonna finish your dumb as shit game now?"

Katsuki's nearly taken aback by how quickly your mood changes, nodding against his shoulder as your eyes start to wander. "I spy with my little eye... something... green."

He groans, throwing his head back and eyes falling shut, "how many times do I gotta tell you, you can't keep pickin' the same damn tree over and over. Gonna give me a damn headache."

"It's not a tree this time! Promise!"

"Is it a fuckin' bush?"

The glare Katsuki levels you with has you withering, thunking your forehead back against his collar, "okay, okay, fine. I spy with my little eye something... beautiful."

"Y'know, that doesn't really seem like a fuckin' colour."

"Go along with it, blasty."

"Beauty's pretty damn subjective." He rolls his eyes, but still tips his chin to look around, "orange flowers over there?"

"Too pukey," you refute, ignoring his rough sigh.

"The lights on the trees?"

You have to lift up from your warm little cocoon in his arms, "too busy." You can feel his urge to rub at his eyes, brows pinched together and lips pressed firm.

"Sweetheart," the way he breathes out the word, tired, is the closest thing Katsuki gets to whining. His head falls to rest in the crook of your neck, digging his face into the skin.

You laugh, fingers running through the short hair on the back of his neck, "come on, Kats, keep guessing. You're almost there! I can feel it." Your grin widens as he lifts up to scan the park once more.

He seems to come up empty handed because he huffs once again and looks up at the sky, "I dunno, the sky?" You watch him with a grin, the sky—stars barely having breached the muddied colours of late afternoon.

"Too ugly."

"Huh? Ugly?" Katsuki baulks, looking up quickly before staring down at you as if you've grown an extra head, "insulting nature, now? What's prettier than the literal fuckin' sky, dumbass?"

Bouncing onto the balls of your feet, your smile widens, "you give up yet?"

"If I knew that was an option," he grumbles—still looking over the garden one last time, "would've given up a long damn time ago."

"Ah, no you wouldn't. You can't stand to lose."

"Not fuckin' losing anything—it's a stupid kids game."

"But you are giving up, then?"

He sucks his teeth, glaring down at you, "I guess."

Your face splits into a smile, hands wrapping up in his scarf to yank him down, leaning forward so your noses nudge against each other, "you, Kats." The reaction is immediate, a dramatic groan and eye-roll, pushing his face against your throat in an attempt to hide his flush.

"Shut up."

"Awww," you laugh. "But I'm trying to court you, baby. Is it working? Are you feeling wooed? Sought after? You're so popular now, gotta make sure I keep you interested in me."

He groans again, nipping softly at your pulse point, "you're so annoying."

You let out a dramatic gasp, one that nearly startles him back straight, "I can't believe you! After all I've done for you!" You can't keep a smile off your face, curling back into his body heat. "Well," you huff, "have fun spending the next December 6th by yourself."

"Oh, angel, but I already have the trip booked. Guess I'll have to find someone else to hole up on a beach with for two weeks, then." His tone's all soft and teasing, one that he usually saves for inside your apartment. He must've decided that tucked between two rose bushes was secluded enough.

"Mmm, maybe I can stick around for one more year," you whisper teasingly, chin resting against his chest so you can peer up at him. He huffs, chin tilting back out of your reach. You laugh softly, rolling up onto the balls of your feet to cup his face. Your lips press against the flat of his forehead, the round of his nose, along the wisp of his lashes, before finally slotting against his own. You retreat back to flat feet to let your mouth smooth against his sharp jaw and the line of his neck before you're tucked back away into the safety of his neck.

"Oi, where ya think you're goin'?" He shoulders you within reach, lips pressing over the expanse of your cheek before locking back onto your own. "Not so brave now, huh?" He teases, littering bites along the length of your neck, "don' know what I'm gonna do with you, angel."

"Love me most ardently?"

Katsuki groans, palm coming to cover your face to push you away from him, muffling your frantic laughing, "shut up and die."

TAGS: @izukus-gf , @dinodumbass , @tipsyangels , @uwuthatshit , @akaakeijii , @sugarmaplewings-fics

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[deartouya]

“ dating hcs ” [ katsuki bakugou ]

-> summary: the mandatory, cliche, what dating katsuki bakugou would include headcanons.

-> pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

-> word count: 949

-> warnings: gn!reader, mentions of food/eating, anything else, please let me know !

↳ bakugou always insists on sundays being date night- any other plans, emergencies, problems- will have to wait until afterwards. usually, date nights are spent inside, neither of you particularly like dealing with people, and inside your apartment, he can be as clingy as possible.

↳ he always has to see you before leaving in the mornings, no exceptions- if you are in the building, you will get a forehead, nose, lips kiss and a reminder of what he’s cooking for dinner. you’re taking a shower? doesn’t matter- he’s a creature of habit. it’s his own little way of reminding you he’s coming back.

↳ speaking of a creature of habit, nothing will throw him off his preset routine. he will do everything in his power to ensure he’s home by six o’clock, he has dinner ready by seven, and you’re both ready for bed by nine.

↳ it drives him crazy that he thinks of you so much on patrol, that he misses you so much. random times, he’ll just wonder what you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, what you’re watching on TV- checks his phone to see if you texted even though he hates texting. kirishima teases him for it.

↳ the moment you started dating, you never touched another door in his presence. cafe door? he’s fast-walking in front of you before you can even reach it. car door? seemingly teleports to your side of the car, sending you a stern glare if you think about raising your hand for the handle. he might be loud, but he was raised with manners.

↳ hand holding is one form of pda he really loves, but he’s always a little self-conscious and worried about his quirk and how sweaty his palms get. usually, he holds them where the backs of your hands are touching and just your fingers are tangled. makes him feel a little better about it.

↳ also, plus side of his quirk, he always keeps you warm when it’s cold out, cupping your hands in one of his, rubbing heated palms down your arms and sides. pinching at your freezing nose just to watch you scrunch up. he always throws a heavy arm over your shoulder to pull you into him, letting you leech off his body heat.

↳ he’s not the biggest on really out there pda, so he’ll never straight up kiss you in front of people, at least not often, but he will always have a hand on you. your lower back, between your shoulder blades, cupping your elbow, sometimes even tucking a hand into a back pocket. he likes to feel like he’s helping you, so he guides you along with him- pulling you softly in the direction you were already walking in. you let him do it though because it's hot and makes him feel relied on- which he likes more than he’d ever admit to.

↳ he also really likes getting gifts too, though he will deny it until he’s blue in the face, but it makes him feel cared for- looked after. the more personal, the better. if you save your money to buy him a new water bottle after he talked about needing one, or a new gym bag because he’s used the same one since ua, his heart will speed up. it means you care, that you listen to him and remember.

↳ bakugou’s a little possessive, though on the very light end of the spectrum- he’s confident in you and your relationship. it’s just seeing you in something that’s his- whether that be merch or his own clothes- just does something to him. he especially likes seeing the dainty necklace he bought for you resting against your collarbones- one which he has an identical of with your own name. he likes knowing that everyone knows you belong to each other- makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

↳ bakugou also really loves to cook for you, though you’ll never be cooking together. he loves you- but that his space. instead, you’ll remain his resident taste tester, because your opinion is the only one he really values. “c’mere,” he summons you from your stool- on the other side of the counter- holding out a spoon. he pretends not to care when you hum and tell him how good it tastes, but he’s wearing a small little grin when he turns back to his food.

↳ when you’re out together, he will always be closest to the road, and he will move you if he needs to. keeps your hand in a firm grasp so he can keep up with you and any change in your pace or grip will have him stopping to look at you.

↳ he always makes sure to have everything you could possibly need on him, you favourite snack, band aids, your favourite chapstick, and a hairtie always on his wrist. he was taught to always be prepared.

↳ bakugou also subtly uproots your whole schedule too the longer your together. soon, you’re drinking more water and eating better because he does all the cooking. you’re going to sleep earlier because his body in on a schedule and he wants to fall asleep with you. he slowly forces out your bad habits, replacing them with better alternatives, all without you even realising he’s doing it.

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