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bakugou w a nonchalant reader and whenever he gets angry she softly pinches his cheek

Bakugou couldn't stand it. 'It' being his stupid, insufferable girlfriend, who could never seem to take him seriously. Oh, and he would try so hard. So damn! His eyebrows disappearing into his hairline, his nose flared as if he was a dragon breathing fire. And usually, it worked! It worked so well! He could intimidate just about anyone with his anger. All except his stupid girlfriend. She would probably place her hand in a barking dog's mouth—that's how little she cares. Maybe that was the reason she was able to stick out his explosive self.

He was convinced. She couldn't care less about his anger. Even as he stomped to her in the common room where she sat amongst the rest of his friends, everyone but her knew to back away and not test him in the moment. Everyone but her could see how the man was practically fuming. Grabbing her ankle, Katsuki easily manhandled his girlfriend closer to him, shoving his favorite white hoodie—now tinted pink as a result of her lazy laundry methods of washing everything together—into her lap.

"How many f***ing times have I taught your ass how to do laundry!?"

He huffed, so fitting with the dragon comparisons. Slapping the hoodie down in her lap, he glared at her, his fiery gaze piercing through her blank one. Her usual slow blinks, the amused smirk on her lips only making him angrier by the second.

But before his fury could boil over and spill everywhere, he felt her fingertip nudge his nose, a quiet 'boop' escaping from her lips, and she giggled brightly, satisfied with herself. Leaving Bakugou to blink confused, his lips moving in futile attempts to find the words to prop up his falling facade of anger. His shoulders eventually slumping in defeat as he scoops her up in his arms, his now pink hoodie cradled to his chest.

"Congratulations, on one more of my stolen hoodies to your collection," he growled, carrying her to his room. What else was he supposed to do with his ridiculous frustrations bubbling in his chest? Of course, he would have a long night with his girlfriend, redirecting his anger to more productive outlets.

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Just wrote something! I'm so excited to share it. Gonna sleep and proofread it tomorrow. Kinda proud of it tho! Hehe I hope you show some love to it. In the meantime, catch up with some of my other works, and lemme know your favorites in the ask section. I wanna get to know my audience! Feel free to ask me some questions about me too if you're interested, of course

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bakugou w a nonchalant reader and whenever he gets angry she softly pinches his cheek

Bakugou couldn't stand it. 'It' being his stupid, insufferable girlfriend, who could never seem to take him seriously. Oh, and he would try so hard. So damn! His eyebrows disappearing into his hairline, his nose flared as if he was a dragon breathing fire. And usually, it worked! It worked so well! He could intimidate just about anyone with his anger. All except his stupid girlfriend. She would probably place her hand in a barking dog's mouth—that's how little she cares. Maybe that was the reason she was able to stick out his explosive self.

He was convinced. She couldn't care less about his anger. Even as he stomped to her in the common room where she sat amongst the rest of his friends, everyone but her knew to back away and not test him in the moment. Everyone but her could see how the man was practically fuming. Grabbing her ankle, Katsuki easily manhandled his girlfriend closer to him, shoving his favorite white hoodie—now tinted pink as a result of her lazy laundry methods of washing everything together—into her lap.

"How many f***ing times have I taught your ass how to do laundry!?"

He huffed, so fitting with the dragon comparisons. Slapping the hoodie down in her lap, he glared at her, his fiery gaze piercing through her blank one. Her usual slow blinks, the amused smirk on her lips only making him angrier by the second.

But before his fury could boil over and spill everywhere, he felt her fingertip nudge his nose, a quiet 'boop' escaping from her lips, and she giggled brightly, satisfied with herself. Leaving Bakugou to blink confused, his lips moving in futile attempts to find the words to prop up his falling facade of anger. His shoulders eventually slumping in defeat as he scoops her up in his arms, his now pink hoodie cradled to his chest.

"Congratulations, on one more of my stolen hoodies to your collection," he growled, carrying her to his room. What else was he supposed to do with his ridiculous frustrations bubbling in his chest? Of course, he would have a long night with his girlfriend, redirecting his anger to more productive outlets.

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Hey guys, my health hasn't been doing too well so I haven't been able to write a bunch. I was planning on starting a kofi account if guys wanna support me. Please lemme know if you guys would be open to that!

(Update: we got it!!!)

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People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

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Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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Well-Conditioned : Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was acting oddly. And that was underwhelming of a statement to put it because he was all over the place. Fidgeting, crackling, and irritation were through the roof. Katsuki was barely in his seat even. Bouncing his leg, he couldn't help but feel like he did something wrong. Why else, wouldn’t you kiss his cheek as you always did whenever he did something for you?

Katsuki sucked ass when it came to talking love. But it wasn’t that he didn’t show it through his actions. Softened gaze dripping honey each time he wiped his sweat palms on his pants before cupping your cheeks. There was no way he’s gonna get the sticky vile flammable on you—his precious. 

Katsuki showed his love when he snatched your backpack off your shoulder, throwing it over his while he dragged you out of the class. He earned himself a sickly sweet kiss on his cheek, showing that you acknowledged his actions and their meaning. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but that’s what anyone but them would say.

Katsuki wasn’t big on grand gestures of love either but he made do with little trinkets and stickers he bought because ‘he thought of you’. And you like it that way. Or at least that’s what he inferred when you would jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.

He surely couldn’t write about his love, he tried that crap and ended up charring his desk black. But he packed you bentos whenever you were to travel back home from the UA dorms. He made sure to put in extra effort and make the fanciest dishes in case your parents were to see the food and judge him off it ( a good potential husband?). Before you would have seen the inside contents or noticed a lacking love note he should have written to you, he would have his arm tugged down, his precious on her toes, to press a big smooch to his cheek. 

Katsuki was more than gentlemanly for you, he was your boyfriend, so, of course, he tied your shoelaces for you (why do you still use the bunny ears method, is his excuse), draping his jacket over your legs whenever you wore skirts, all because he knew you liked to manspread worse than him. He carries pads and hair ties in his bag, but which boyfriend wouldn’t? He holds your heels with a grumpy frown, holding your waist to ensure you didn’t trip in his shoes because you thought you could handle being in heels all day. 

Katsuki did all this not for praise or compliment. No, he wasn’t obligated to do these either, but he did it because that’s what a good boyfriend would do for you. That however didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or relish the kisses he received each time he showed his love through his actions. 

So what was different today? When he draped his jacket around your shoulder today, why didn’t he get his kiss? And he knows you noticed it, turning your head to him offer your sweet smile, before returning back to your conversation with Mina. 

THAT’S IT? Katsuki was confused, he had even leaned in to receive his daily dose of kiss, instead of awkwardly standing back straight noticing his instinct. Was he desperate? No. Was he needy? Maybe. Why can’t a man get his share of kisses?

Staring at you annoyed he waited for you to notice. 

BUT YOU NEVER DID.  

He even huffed thrice, each time only receiving a distracted rub on his thigh while you gossiped with Mina. Gosh, he wanted to explode her right now. When he finally got over his petty subtle hints he just grabbed your face to face him. 

"How long will it take ya' to kiss me, brat?” 

Katsuki was easy though. Maybe not for everyone, but his little doll had him wrapped around her finger. When you just smiled innocently at him, pecking his lips without a question. The beast was finally appeased. 

“Thank you for the jacket, ‘Suki”

Goddamn, this woman really had conditioned him to seek her kisses without a clue in her pretty head.

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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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Haters' Club

Katsuki's a hater by all means. You could shred the word, flip it inside out, and still from all perspectives of the word, he would be a hater. 

He wasn't too much of a people person anyway, maybe even a misanthrope. But all that's to say, on his long list of people he hated, your name would be at the very top with Deku. Surprisingly, his childhood rivalry was almost diminished in comparison to how much he hated you. 

Katsuki was childish. Petty, some would say. But in this case, he would fight tooth and nail, to prove himself otherwise. In Deku's case, Katsuki never saw him as a competition. He just found him annoying. But in your case, you were different. 

When you first joined the class nearly a month into the semester, Katsuki couldn't have thought you would turn out to be the menace you are. Maybe a whiny little snob about how you needed help to catch up. Although what he didn't expect, was you to be well-read, over prepared even. 

Ugh. You were such a teacher's pet. Perfect grade, perfect speech. Your hair, not even a single strand was out of place, not even after hours of training. You were just perfect. And it infuriated Katsuki to no end. How long were you planning to keep up the facade until UA finally broke you, huh? 

More than your perfect little act, Katsuki hated how you could keep up with him in sparring. Katsuki hated to lose. And with you, his victory was always uncertain. A constant back and forth to outshine the other. 

But what made him hate you the most was how you didn't even seem bothered by him. He was alone in this competition with you. You didn't even see him as your competition. For the past six months since you came in, Akatsuki had been training twice as much to be able to defeat you each time, yet you never seemed to care. Only moving off the mat, with a 'good match' sparred for him,  when he defeated you with so much work. 

You. He hates you. 

And it was his new mission to crush you.

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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

[blusool]

Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

[blusool]

Haters' Club

Katsuki's a hater by all means. You could shred the word, flip it inside out, and still from all perspectives of the word, he would be a hater. 

He wasn't too much of a people person anyway, maybe even a misanthrope. But all that's to say, on his long list of people he hated, your name would be at the very top with Deku. Surprisingly, his childhood rivalry was almost diminished in comparison to how much he hated you. 

Katsuki was childish. Petty, some would say. But in this case, he would fight tooth and nail, to prove himself otherwise. In Deku's case, Katsuki never saw him as a competition. He just found him annoying. But in your case, you were different. 

When you first joined the class nearly a month into the semester, Katsuki couldn't have thought you would turn out to be the menace you are. Maybe a whiny little snob about how you needed help to catch up. Although what he didn't expect, was you to be well-read, over prepared even. 

Ugh. You were such a teacher's pet. Perfect grade, perfect speech. Your hair, not even a single strand was out of place, not even after hours of training. You were just perfect. And it infuriated Katsuki to no end. How long were you planning to keep up the facade until UA finally broke you, huh? 

More than your perfect little act, Katsuki hated how you could keep up with him in sparring. Katsuki hated to lose. And with you, his victory was always uncertain. A constant back and forth to outshine the other. 

But what made him hate you the most was how you didn't even seem bothered by him. He was alone in this competition with you. You didn't even see him as your competition. For the past six months since you came in, Akatsuki had been training twice as much to be able to defeat you each time, yet you never seemed to care. Only moving off the mat, with a 'good match' sparred for him,  when he defeated you with so much work. 

You. He hates you. 

And it was his new mission to crush you.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. Please lemme know if you wanna be added to the series taglist to be caught up on all the updates <3

[blusool]

Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

[blusool]

Well-Conditioned : Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was acting oddly. And that was underwhelming of a statement to put it because he was all over the place. Fidgeting, crackling, and irritation were through the roof. Katsuki was barely in his seat even. Bouncing his leg, he couldn't help but feel like he did something wrong. Why else, wouldn’t you kiss his cheek as you always did whenever he did something for you?

Katsuki sucked ass when it came to talking love. But it wasn’t that he didn’t show it through his actions. Softened gaze dripping honey each time he wiped his sweat palms on his pants before cupping your cheeks. There was no way he’s gonna get the sticky vile flammable on you—his precious. 

Katsuki showed his love when he snatched your backpack off your shoulder, throwing it over his while he dragged you out of the class. He earned himself a sickly sweet kiss on his cheek, showing that you acknowledged his actions and their meaning. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but that’s what anyone but them would say.

Katsuki wasn’t big on grand gestures of love either but he made do with little trinkets and stickers he bought because ‘he thought of you’. And you like it that way. Or at least that’s what he inferred when you would jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.

He surely couldn’t write about his love, he tried that crap and ended up charring his desk black. But he packed you bentos whenever you were to travel back home from the UA dorms. He made sure to put in extra effort and make the fanciest dishes in case your parents were to see the food and judge him off it ( a good potential husband?). Before you would have seen the inside contents or noticed a lacking love note he should have written to you, he would have his arm tugged down, his precious on her toes, to press a big smooch to his cheek. 

Katsuki was more than gentlemanly for you, he was your boyfriend, so, of course, he tied your shoelaces for you (why do you still use the bunny ears method, is his excuse), draping his jacket over your legs whenever you wore skirts, all because he knew you liked to manspread worse than him. He carries pads and hair ties in his bag, but which boyfriend wouldn’t? He holds your heels with a grumpy frown, holding your waist to ensure you didn’t trip in his shoes because you thought you could handle being in heels all day. 

Katsuki did all this not for praise or compliment. No, he wasn’t obligated to do these either, but he did it because that’s what a good boyfriend would do for you. That however didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or relish the kisses he received each time he showed his love through his actions. 

So what was different today? When he draped his jacket around your shoulder today, why didn’t he get his kiss? And he knows you noticed it, turning your head to him offer your sweet smile, before returning back to your conversation with Mina. 

THAT’S IT? Katsuki was confused, he had even leaned in to receive his daily dose of kiss, instead of awkwardly standing back straight noticing his instinct. Was he desperate? No. Was he needy? Maybe. Why can’t a man get his share of kisses?

Staring at you annoyed he waited for you to notice. 

BUT YOU NEVER DID.  

He even huffed thrice, each time only receiving a distracted rub on his thigh while you gossiped with Mina. Gosh, he wanted to explode her right now. When he finally got over his petty subtle hints he just grabbed your face to face him. 

"How long will it take ya' to kiss me, brat?” 

Katsuki was easy though. Maybe not for everyone, but his little doll had him wrapped around her finger. When you just smiled innocently at him, pecking his lips without a question. The beast was finally appeased. 

“Thank you for the jacket, ‘Suki”

Goddamn, this woman really had conditioned him to seek her kisses without a clue in her pretty head.

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated >.<

please lemme know if you wanna be added to my taglist. my inbox is open for any requests too if you guys might have any.

[blusool]

Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

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Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!