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Katsuki thinks you smell delicious!

You and Katsuki have been friends for years. Ever since you wormed your way into his little group back in UA. So of course, he didn’t see a problem at first with you coming over to use his shower when you told him that the plumbing was out in your building. That was until he caught the scent of your green apple shampoo permeating through the hallway.

Now he is standing in the kitchen second guessing his self-control and the fact that he has been secretly in love with you for as long as he’s known you. He gives his head a little shake and keeps on preparing dinner trying to ignore the feeling of his racing heart.

“FUCK!” He lets out a groan. Now the scent of your body wash is filling the space, and he feels it go straight to his cock. He grips the chopping knife so tightly that the handle breaks into several pieces. This was a mistake. Images of you naked, wet and lathered up hit him like a ton of bricks. He closes his eyes tightly and grits his teeth willing them to stop but then as if on cue you start singing… “You’ll just have to taste me while he's kissing you.”

Gods…you got to be kidding me!!

Now he can’t stop thinking about bending you over and tasting your sweet cunt. He rushes to the window in hopes of clearing out your intoxicatingly sweet floral scent from his nostrils but before he can get it open, “What’s that delicious smell?”

He turns to find you standing by the bar stools freshly showered, your wavy auburn hair slightly damp and you're wearing one of his old skull t-shirts. Oh, how you’re killing me sweetheart. Before you can process what’s happening, Katsuki is on you. Large hot hands grip your waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “YOU!!!”

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“You shouldn’t be texting me so late princess, don’t want your little boyfriend to get ideas right?”

Bakugou’s answer to the oddly late message he got from ‘you’. He knows that your boyfriend probably swiped your phone to try and confirm his unfounded suspicions.

If it’s actually you, you’ll tell him to cut the crap and grow up. If it’s your little loser boyfriend, you’ll call him in another 20 minutes to call him insane and yell at him for chasing off another boyfriend.

You’ll get over it either way. He’d rather you get under him instead, but you “don’t want to mess up our friendship!”

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bakugo can’t sleep until you’re home.

it’s weird and wholly unexpected of himself, staying up past the bedtime he’s spent his entire youth following. but then, he guesses, that’s just one of the things you’ve managed to affect in him.

there’s no reason he should feel this uneasy; you share your location and reply regularly. your last message to him was 5 minutes ago and you’d even sent a selfie.

he knows the people you’re out with, knows the place your friends have chosen to party in. there are plenty of reasons for him to believe that you’ll make it back home safely.

but there’s always that one probability, that one off-chance that something happens—that something goes wrong.

he shuts his eyes, turning to face the ceiling after an unsuccessful 30 minutes of attempting to sleep on his side. his breathing speeds up ever so slightly, chest rising and falling in tandem with the thumps growing louder in his ears.

bakugo fidgets every time he blinks underneath his closed eyes—little zaps beneath his skin telling him to stay awake, stay alert; stay on his toes.

it must be the hero in him.

a large exhale, before bright red burns through the ceiling—he stares so intently at the space above him it’s a wonder a gaping hole hasn’t formed from it.

the pillow to his right is still empty, but it smells so much like your shampoo, his senses are playing tricks on him. comfort accompanied by worry.

he huffs out, finally getting up to slip his feet into his house slippers—a pair of fluffy orange he wouldn’t dare be caught in.

(but it’s from you, and it matches your black ones too.)

he paces around the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of cold water. the time on the wall reads 1:34 in the morning—he has to be up in 3 hours for an early start at the gym before patrol.

you’d told him he should go ahead and sleep but he can’t—he never can when he’s thinking about you.

a yawn escapes him, eyes watering. he might as well be productive and look over some of yesterday’s—

then you enter the door.

you’re a little bit of a stumbling mess as you turn the lock behind you, toeing off your heels on the genkan while holding onto the walls for support. you barely notice him until you spot those familiar orange fuzzy slippers in front of you.

“g’na fall over like this,” he mumbles, voice rough as he follows it with a tut, “stay still.”

before you fully realize it, he’s already knelt to the floor, cradling your ankle on his thigh with a gentleness reserved just for you.

“katsuki,” you whisper in surprise, “you’re still up.”

he hums, pressing his thumbs all over the sole of your foot before picking up the other.

“couldn’t sleep.”

he’ll spare you the details, the thrum of his heartbeat steadying, slowing now that you’re here with him. he yawns again, eyes starting to feel just a bit heavy. comfort and relief.

it must be because he loves you, he thinks.

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Till Death Do Us Part

Bakugo x reader

Ps: I got bored and decided I hadn't posted in a while, so I did this.

Prince Bakugo, who was arranged to marry you, some princess from another kingdom, despite all his protests.

Not only did he NOT want to get married, but his heart already belonged to someone else; the little shy maid in the corner of the banquet Hall where the wedding reception was being held.

He'd met you for the first time a few months ago, and again, just some hours ago when the wedding was finally held, but he'd already decided on one thing he didn't like about you.

You were perfect.

And not in a good way.

You were perfect in such a way that it had him itching to see something wrong.

He sulked through the whole wedding when you finally arrived at the Palace because you were pretty. Too pretty. You were absolutely stunning, and it had irritation coursing through him.

He saw the way his maid lover looked at you; jealousy and sadness obvious as she saw the way you and him were paraded around the hall.

He hated it. He hated the stupid, royal smile that was permanently etched on your face. He hated how you seemed so prim and proper as you smiled and greeted other nobles around him, laughing when expected, showing empathy to concerns he knew you had never experienced, and that stupid soft voice of yours as you talked about how lucky you were to be married to him.

He hated as he watched you dance around with some generals in the middle of the hall, your movements graceful and perfect, precise and correct.

He had to tear his eyes away from you before the irritation consumed him. Unironically, it had him locking eyes with his lover, his own softening in turn as he stared at her, wanting nothing more than to escape to that empty hallway they always met in.

And he was about to, already standing from his seat and turning to the exit.

But you'd quickly appeared in front of him, soft, irritating smile on your face as you stared up at him so innocently.

"Where are you going, Katsuki?" You asked softly.

"The bathroom," he quickly murmured, already trying to step around you, but you followed, quickly sidestepping so you were in front of him again.

He scowled as you blocked his path, "Oi-"

"You think I don't see you look at her?" You stepped forward, and Bakugo thought he'd heard a mistake because you still had that soft look on your face, yet your voice was suddenly so cold.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, and for the first time, his voice wasn't so aggressive.

But you just grinned at him. "Your little whore, near the drapes at the left end of the hall. You think I don't notice how you stare at her?"

Your observance makes him glare. "So?" He spits out at you, quietly so no one hears. "You think I give a fuck? This wedding is a sham and-"

"And it's the joining of our people," you say softly, practically cooing at him like he's a kid. He hates it, it makes his skin crawl. "It's our duty. I'd hardly call it a sham."

"Doesn't change the fact that I already had someone. Someone whom I loved, who was mine." He growls through gritted teeth, hands clenched by his side.

"But you're not hers," you say with a grin. This one is ugly; it's mean and a borderline sneer. "You're mine, Katsuki. My king. My husband."

"You-"

"At the end of the day, it's me you'll only ever be seen with, it's me who'll be buries next to you, and when we're dead and gone, the history books will say I was your wife."

He's frozen in his place, still trying to process your declaration. You're right. You're stupidly, annoyingly right, but it pisses him off, it scares him, this boldness and this meanness, knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

But it excited him as well, this confidence and possessiveness, knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

"With you and her? It's fleeting, quick passion. But you and I?" You grin, "Till death do us part."

He's still frozen in place, suddenly quiet as you step forward and link your arms together. You rest your head on his arm as his mother begins to approach you two.

"Smile, husband," you whisper softly to him. "It's our wedding."

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Under the Stars, the Grass Smells Sweet

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

Summary: The ranch hand you loved in your younger years is back in town, this time as a rising star in the rodeo circuit. After a show, he reminds you that he hasn’t forgotten about you or the promise he made.  

/ “Oh, you still got a curfew?” He teased. “Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but I don’t work for your father anymore. I don’t have to abide by his rules. I can make you spend the night with me if I damn well please.”

The danger and authority in his voice sent a thrilling shock down your spine, only to be softened by his next words.

“That is, of course, if you’ll have me.”

CW: western AU, smut

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`I’ve been trying to find more barbarian bakugo x reader lately, and can’t seem to find once I’ve never read😭 So i decided to start maybe a little set of headcanons about Barbarian or Dragon king bakugo and maybe a bit of dragon shifter kirishimaaa

Just barbarian bakugo being this 6'1 male with huge muscles, gorgeous abs and big pecks but with a slim waist??😫

Just him walking around, a town he’s always been coming to for so long. Bumping into this clumsy lady wearing a hood, who before he can even shout at started apologizing to him bowing and stuttering. And as the the lady finally looks up, he’s stunted.

A beauty. He’s never come across someone like this ever, far more gorgeous than anyone he’s ever seen. The lady who’s oozing with a kind and caring aura that leaves him there, standing as she scrambles to leave.

Stating something about, being late and her friend killing her for it. And before he can register what has happened the lady is gone. Leaving him to his own thoughts.

Barbarian bakugo, who can’t seem to forget the clumsy lady and ends up trying to find her in town. But seemingly she’s disappeared, leaving him frustrated and Kirishima picking up on the said frustration.

Of course the encouraging friend he is, he’d roped bakugo into finding you and wandering into town to ask the familiar towns people of who you we’re.

And after a day of asking around, it seems that nobody has ever heard about you nor even seen you around. Because of course, a beauty like that would have been recognized by many from what the blonde has described you of.

After a week of trying he’d given up, with them needing to leave because of a job the both of them has taken.

I’ll post more sooonnnnn, if you’re interested pls reblog!! I’d really appreciate it so much! And leave comments on what you thinkk!

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Trying to explain to your new Barbarian husband that writing things down in books is how you preserve history because he is confused why anyone would carry so much weight around.

“Writing it down ensures you’re still here when you’re gone,” you explain with a gentle smile.

Your husband’s brows furrow, he looks a bit offended if not annoyed and confused. The fire rumbles in the hearth behind you and the shadows make all the hard angles of his face sharp . His eyes smolder in the darkness and he moves a big hand to grasp the back of your neck gently.

He grunts, shakes his head and places his other hand over your lower belly. His hands are heavy and warm and soothing despite being rough and covered in scars.

And then he squeezes your neck gently, signaling you to look into his eyes. He stares intently, the sleeping fire in his eyes awakening.

“This…” he replies, tapping the slight swell of your lower belly, “ensures I’m still here when I’m gone.”

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Look at papa gojo and his children 🫶🏻

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Dragon King Katsuki has made a deal with a more southern village, they agreed to give one of their daughters in exchange for peace.

You go unwillingly.

You do not even speak the same language, some words are common knowledge between the two of you but most are lost in translation, in the harsh way he moves his tongue. Sharp like a knife slicing into your skin just as deep as his eyes. You hate him you're certain. Tonight will be cold, colder than anything your lands have ever seen.

But what you don't know is that your king has laid down extra caribou furs, that he's made you a fire that will not go out from his own magic breath and that he has enchanted a dragon scale to heat your bison hide all night.

Because he knows you're from warmer lands and it is his job as a man to keep his wife comfortable, no matter how much she hates him.

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Happy birthday, Captain Levi 💕

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HAPPY B'DAAAY TO MY GORGEOUS MAN 🩵✨