#Bakugou is so done

[avbeyy]

Jack of All trades quirk Izuku

But he’s just bullshitting

Analysis? Oh ya super easy always love that

When did he learn to knit? Oh ya know jus quirk things

Wtf where did that robot come from??? Oh nvm Izuku’s quirk helped him

how tf did a child get into the HSPC and find hawks file??? Oh shat it’s his quirk man

That explosion the other day that totes wasn’t just a rigged trap for funnies but actually stopped villains??? Nah bro just a little side effect of izu’s quirk

Oh??? Flawless in many languages???? Just comes so naturally

Can bench press like five ppl??? Workouts, nah! Just have a lil super strength

Omg did he just tone down my quirk how how how how how??????? Oh nvm it wasn’t him disabling me jus his funky lil quirk

Woa bru how’d he just ace that assignment it’s so hard? Oh not studying just intelligence aspects of his quirk lol

Where did this man learn to BUILD, HACK, SEW, FLIP, FALL, PUNCH, MATH, LANGUAGE, HISTORY, SCIENCE, EVERYTHING

He just knows how to do a lil bit of everything and is bullshitting his way into the hero course

Mama Inko is having a heart attack a day

Extra

Denki: hoky shit bro he can totally read minds

Kiri: ikr he destroyed that villain the other day

Bkg, fed tf up: HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A QUIRK

Iida: wtvr do you mean???

Tsu: ofc he does it’s so cool

Kiri: ya man

Deku, giggling internally: ya ofc I do what do ya mean kacchan?????

[bicheetopuff]

I guess it’s this kids birthday so I’m gonna remind you what character development can do to a mf

He deserves to be happy

[willowser]

thinking about you laying in bed with bakugou and lightly tracing the messy edges of the scar in the middle of his chest, hardly able to comprehend how deep that wound runs. it had already been there for years by the time you'd met him, but sometimes you see it and are unable to swallow the fact that—at one time—you were alive and he wasn't.

very quietly, you say, "it's crazy to think how easily i could have missed you,"

because it's not every day you meet and fall in love with a man that's died and come back. if fate is destined and soulmates are real, you imagine the two separate paths of your lives traveling parallel, in sync—and his breaking away for one horrible moment, torn from you before you even knew it.

bakugou is half-asleep, you know, but he shifts until his chin is lightly nudging your forehead, and speaks into your hair. "nah," he murmurs, voice thick and slow and slurred. "would'a found you eventually."

and somehow, you can't find it in your heart to doubt him.

[kingkatsuki]

One more and then I’ll stop but like seriously imagine this hulking brute of a man preparing to mount his dragon to return home to his Kingdom after successfully pillaging another village. The loot strapped to the sides of the dragons as he stands victorious, covered head to toe in a sheen of drying blood that for the most part isn’t his.

And as he’s preparing to leave he notices something moving in the foliage out of the corner of his eye. Immediately reaching for his axe as he holds it up high, ready to strike— when he sees a small bunny rabbit struggling beneath a wicker basket. The poor animal looks injured, its paw a deep crimson that rivals his eyes and his first thought is to put it out of its misery and take it home as part of the feast.

But then he thinks of you, and the way you tremble in front of him much like the little rabbit in front of him now. Sliding his axe back into his belt as he crouches down to pick up the struggling animal, caging it in large palms as he holds it uncharacteristicly gently to his chest. Walking back to his dragon as his men call out to him.

“That’s barely a snack for a dragon, King.” Sero calls out, grinning from ear to ear as Bakugou shoots him a glare.

“Do you want me to put it with the rest of the food?” Kirishima offers as he reaches out to take the bunny by the ears.

“No,” Bakugou mutters gruffly, opening a sachel at the side of his beast as he places the rabbit gently inside. His men raise their brows but know better than to say anything as they take off, returning back home before nightfall.

The Kingdom is in celebration as the team return, gathering the spoils as a feast is prepared for tonight. And Bakugou decides to clean himself up before seeking you out, worried that if he found you covered in the blood of his enemies you’d never talk to him again. It was much like he looked the first time he found you; and he’ll remember that terrified look for the rest of his days.

Changing into fresh cloth and furs as he makes his way towards your room, and even though he’s trying to be respectful he still doesn’t knock. Stepping inside to see you curled up by a fire with a book that you quickly put down when you notice him, the tension in your body doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou who tries to be less intimidating. A difficult feat for a man who’s waged wars on nations, and spilt more blood than the rivers that flow outside the Kingdom.

He’s silent as he crouches, setting his sachel down in front of him as he opens it. Rough hands reach in to take out the quivering bunny rabbit, which you stare at with wide eyes.

“It reminded me of you.” He rasps, holding the animal out to you as you crawl over to him from your position in front of the fire. Gentle hands taking the rabbit from him as you hold him against your chest, soft fingers stroking at its fur.

“You’re not going to cook him after, are you?”

And Bakugou can’t help but smile at your question, it’s the first time you’ve seen him do so and it softens the strong frown lines against his face. His eyes rounder, fierce gaze less intense as he moves to sit on the floor beside you with thick thighs outstretched.

“He looked like he needed someone to look after him.”

[bakudekublogblog]

the way katsuki just IS izuku's first love drives me nutty. like he just had a big ole crush on him with his huge-ass heart eyes and he chased him around with maximum puppy-love smitten energy

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

[moominsuki]

bakugou being shy while simultaneously being a hopeless romantic despite all the shoujo and romance he’s watched and consumed in media is exactly the reason why you initiated your first kiss together. when you break apart the kiss, his face is a mixture of shock, content and furrowed, annoyed brows.

when you ask him why he looks like that, he grumbles under his breath and you soon realise that he wanted to kiss you first!! and you can’t help but laugh at his expression, kissing it straight off his face and he can’t be mad for too long.

[poofbark]

the children yearn for bkdk yuri

[byjovewhataspend]

Kacchan Bias

the left wouldnt be REMOTELY interesting to me if it werent for the right

[eleiwitch]

“ KACCHAN! ”

[officialabortive]

Fostering wolfdog!Bakugou would lead do premature greys, methinks.

Bakugou's only here in the first place because he was found incapacitated with his head wound up in a snare wire. Even after treatment he couldn't be released back to the wild due to the increasing number of hybrid poachers. The vet recommended a good fostering program, the one you happened to be volunteering at.

He's in no way domestic and will bite at the hand who feeds him. Literally.

You were told to keep the muzzle on him, not that you'd be able to get close enough to remove it in the first place. It's cold metal bars are clearly irritating to have on his face all day, but there can't be any risk of bites before he's gotten all his shots.

Having grown among grass and soil, bakugou finds the things In your house incredibly intriguing. He spent over an hour opening and closing a closet door, just trying to figure out how it works. The concept of a light switch looked to be exceptionally fascinating. Their's no way of knowing what's going on in his head but with the way he went room to room investigating each light that bewildered look said all. This big pup probably thinks you're holding little peices of the sun captive. You can tell he is obviously seeing spots from staring directly at them for so long when he starts bumping into things. One can only hope his vision hasn't been impaired.

Just as any wild animal would, bakugou likes to... mark his territory...

Unfortunately for you, the place the hybrid deemed best to be "his" is none other then your bedroom. The room that holds most of your day to day essentials. The room that is now inaccessible due to the growing beast atop your his bed. Even with the muzzle restricting his attacks, those claws —even though clipped by the vet— could separate flesh from bone. That's not a risk worth taking for the sake of a change of clothes. Your only option was to wear the laundry on top of the washing machine that you'd been to lazy to fold and put away.

[willowser]

i will never stop writing bakugou as a shy, blushy loserboy, but. the idea of you being more inexperienced than him ??

you're carefully bandaging him up at the agency clinic, after he'd taken a nasty hit that left his shoulder scuffed up, and he's been in here with you more times than he can count, much too late at night, and maybe that's how you get into this conversation in the first place; weird stuff always gets said at this hour.

"no, i'm telling you," despite the vulnerability of what you're saying — despite the awful look that must be on his face — you're laughing. "never dated anyone, never been taken on a date, nothing."

and — he really must look truly terrible, with his mouth open and his lip curled over his teeth and his brows furrowed, because he can't hardly believe a fucking word you're saying. it pisses him off and he doesn't know why, just seems. a waste, for no one to have appreciated someone like you.

someone that he maybe thinks about too much, that is too nice and not funny to anyone but themselves but still laughs and hardworking and. so pretty that it annoys him.

his question comes out rough, harsh. "why the hell not?"

"i don't know," you shrug, eyes cutting to his before focusing back on patching him up. "i'm — probably too shy and weird, or something. and online dating is hard, y'know! some guys are really into the purity thing, like too into it, and some guys find out and won't touch me with a ten-foot pole, so," and then you shrug. like that's all there is to it.

and katsuki is just astounded to know this. not that he's ever done all that much himself, but all his bases have been covered, by now in his life, and he just really can't imagine anyone knowing you and not wanting to—

he realizes the irony of thinking this, like a punch to the gut. after knowing you for almost two years now and never so much as complimenting your stupid hair and the stupid way you wear it.

"well," katsuki grumbles, averting his eyes to the walls of the clinic, trying to seem more interested in your creepy, anatomy posters. "maybe he's comin'...or whatever."

"who's coming?"

"your guy, i don't know!" it's unfortunate that his shirt is off for this, because there's no way you aren't getting a perfect view of the flush that spreading down to his chest. "your dude, maybe he's...figuring it out."

"hmm, maybe. that's what my gran says, but who knows?" you shrug, oblivious — and suddenly your singleness makes a smidge more sense. "i've resigned myself to a touchless, loveless life for—"

"he's comin'!" katsuki barks and you startle at the outburst, eyes casting over his warm cheeks and then down his chest and back. finally, it fucking clicks for you, like he hasn't been finding excuse after excuse to see you every damn night for ages. "he's...checkin' his work schedule and then he's...gonna figure it out, alright?"

you brighten considerably, lip going between your teeth. "oh, yeah, yeah," and your smile is unstoppable, not hidden in the slightest as you turn to the steri-tray at your side, shyness bleeding into his own. "alright."

[nohoney]

you watch katsuki get his workout in at the agency gym, done with your set and cooling down in the corner. his wrapped knuckles beating the shit out of the hanging sandbag. each blow ripples through the weight and bounces back up his corded and flexing arm. you carefully follow the impact shiver up his flexing muscles. under the harsh gym lighting and his glistening sweat provide the perfect contrast to further sculpt the hills and valleys of those arms, the grit in between his brows and pulling the corner of his lip down. you could think of a few other ways you could put those arms and hands to good use.

and then having you help him ice his battered knuckles because we went just a little too hard. you're close enough to see his chest heave and smell the musky scent got your mouth watering.

frrr that art got me just brrrrrrrrrrr

ajahsjsndicje the fucking image of katsuki sparring is just burned into your brain. you’d always had a thing for his hands, the veins that pop out whenever he flexes or when he’s got your throat in his careful hold. but fuck, there was something about the way it seemed so effortless how he hit the sandbag. you even gave it a little shove and you were very surprised with how little it moved.

katsuki is strong.

his arms are big and his hands could properly retaliate if the wrong person were to square up with him.

instead he puts that strength to use by fucking you like a ragdoll. his grip leaves achy but appreciated bruises on your body. you giggle in exhilaration when he uses his hands to press your head deeper into the mattress.

and it’s when you’re learning how to wrap his hands for him that you lean down to kiss his knuckles on his right hand, loving how he gets embarrassed from your small affection. but he says, “do the other one.”

you repeat the action for his left hand and you tell him you have a request when he’s done practicing with the sandbag. “yeah baby?”

“when you’re done, keep the wraps on. okay?” your eyes look at him full of eagerness, nodding your head to the locker room.

katsuki blinks at you but he’s flushed as he nods his head.

[obsessive-dumpling]

Hey...hey Second. Um, whatcha squinting at?

This guy has no chill and would rather be caught dead than give Izuku a break on his Kacchan obsession.

[crybaby-bkg]

Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

[cats-prisoner]

Momo: Kirishima and Ashido broke into my house to steal my homework!

Bakugo: That shitass Deku tried to help me!

Aoyama: My stomach hurts!

Ashido: Momos guarddog bit me!

Todoroki: We’re out of Soba!

Kouda: My bunny ran away!

Kyouka: We accidentally locked Hagakure in the gym!

Aizawa: First of: it’s two am, second of: how did you even find my house, third of: we have summer break let me fucking sleep.