#katsuki bakugo mha

[jamglii]

❀ cling to me baby — bnha

incl / katsuki per ush

warn /

note /

Katsuki likes to dangle you from high areas so you can cling to him.

The two of you are in your shared apartment and you boyfriend, playful as ever began to take the playfighting a bit further.

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU PUT ME DOWN NOW!" you squealed, he was standing on the railing of the balcony arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

"You sure?" he taunted letting your legs tighten on his hips, a sensation he was starting to adore.

"On the floor! Put me down on solid ground I swear to god I will-"

"You'll what ? Tell me what you're gonna do sweetheart." and despite the situation your face warmed at his words.

Petnames weren't his thing.

"I'm gonna, figure it out when you put me down now please just-"

"Say sorry." he whispered, dipping lower letting your arms press on his neck.

"Put me down."

"Say sorry."

"Put. Me. Down." you said firmly, re-adjusting yourself closer to him.

"Say you love me."

"I love you."

"Say I'm your favorite, that you can't get enough of me."

"Your my favorite and I can't get enough of you, now please-"

you didn't finish your sentence before he swiftly plopped you on the ground, you words doing wonders for his ego.

"Don't do that again."

And he shrugged, knowing in the future it was an inevitable outcome.

masterlist

[kelisewrites]

bf!katsuki gives you a promise ring!

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

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[rosy-hollow]

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ╰┈➤ @ssstaryy ⦂ i saw this tiktok where this mom was talking to...uh....ehem....(bonnie blue) and she said her son was turning 18 and she was rage baiting saying stuff like "oh send him over to me" so..... bakugou with pro hero wife and she gets baited too and she just kinda.....gets really SCARY quiet. i just wanted to see bakugou kind of like "welp i tried to help you" kinda thing lmao

》 ✐ᝰ shortened the ask for all intents and purposes BUT THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING ITTT thank you for your contribution to the badass reader universe hehehe

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈•

You swear your husband, Katsuki Bakugou, is rubbing off on you — for better or for worse.

It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes into this godforsaken interview for Tokyo’s Hottest and already, you feel the beginnings of a migraine clawing at the base of your skull

You had shown up expecting a conversation about your career — your rise to becoming the number four pro hero, the operations you’d led, the rescue missions, your combat stats, your innovative use of your quirk.

Instead?

All you’ve been fielding is a series of thinly veiled gossip questions about your marriage.

You try — multiple times — to shift the conversation back to your work. The meaningful things. But each time, the interviewer, this woman with teeth too white and a voice too shrill, giggles and steers it right back.

To him.

Now, let’s be clear — you love your husband. You’ve loved him since you were both dumb kids, and if it were Mina in front of you, you’d gush about him like you’re still twenty and head-over-heels (which, let’s face it, you are).

But this isn’t about love.

This is about respect.

And right now, you are very aware of the way it’s being chipped away with every loaded, invasive, disrespectful question this woman throws at you.

“So,” the interviewer purrs, crossing her legs slowly as if she were the one being filmed for a commercial, “we know you and your husband are totally head over heels — swoon — but come on, what’s one thing about him that just drives you crazy?”

You blink. “Uh… no? We’re pretty good.”

“Oh, come on~!” she coos, leaning forward like she’s your best friend at brunch. “Just a little thing. Don’t worry, we know you’re still obsessed with him.”

The frustration bubbles up like boiling water under your skin. But you rein it in. You always do.

“...I guess he leaves his gear everywhere?” you offer weakly. You hate yourself the moment the words leave your mouth, but in all honesty, you just wanted her to stop her nagging.

The interviewer grins like she’s won. Like you just handed her a headline wrapped in a bow.

“Ohhh, well if that’s the case,” she purrs, her voice dropping into something sultry and entirely unprofessional, “you could always send him over to me. I can handle a little mess~”

Silence.

Complete, thick, suffocating silence.

You still.

The rage is instant. Hot, electric. But you don't explode. No, you’ve learned from the best.

You don't throw a chair. You don't curse her out. You don't even blink.

You just stare.

Expression blank. Smile gone. A flicker of fire burning slow and deadly in your gaze.

She shifts in her seat. She knows.

Everyone in the room knows.

You don’t need to yell to be terrifying.

Still, she tries to recover with a nervous laugh, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

“Well, I’m just joking, obviously-!”

“Oi. Cut the fucking cameras.”

Your heart squeezes.

Katsuki.

You don’t even have to look to know where he is - somewhere just offscreen, barely holding back the urge to burn this studio to ash. But as much as you adore him for storming in like your personal hellfire…

This isn’t his fight.

This is yours.

You raise a hand toward the cameraman, who’s frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Keep rolling.”

The room stills.

You turn back to the woman, and you smile. Not sweetly. Not kindly. A slow, cold curl of your lips that spells nothing but trouble.

“Look,” you start, voice smooth like poison, “Hikari, was it?”

She nods once. Slowly. Carefully.

You lean in.

And twist the knife.

“I’ve worked my goddamn ass off to be the number four pro hero in Japan,” you say softly. “I’ve trained until my body broke. I’ve had to endure hours of torture and not say a word. I’ve walked out of burning buildings carrying children while my skin peeled off in strips.”

Her smile falters.

“But sure. Let’s talk about my husband domestic flaws”

You tilt your head, faux-friendly.

“I am not here so you can drool over the man I married like some thirsty little gremlin in red lipstick. My life? My work? My worth? None of it belongs to the man I’m married to - and treating him like a trophy on a shelf for you to paw at just shows how desperate and disgusting you really are.”

You lean back, letting the full weight of your fury settle into your words.

“He’s not for sale. I’m not here for your views. And you sure as hell aren’t getting anything from either of us.”

You sit up straighter, smile sharp.

“And that’s a wrap.”

The crew is frozen. The room? Silent. The air? Thick.

And the camera? Still rolling.

— You go to sleep that night thinking it’ll all blow over.

Spoiler: it does not.

When you wake up the next morning, your phone is vibrating so violently off your nightstand it might file for harassment.

You scroll. And scroll. And scroll.

You're viral.

Like, break-the-internet viral.

Screenshots of your face, lip curled, eyes burning; clips of your brutal monologue with remixes in the background. Edits of you walking out of the studio in slow motion with music that would make Endeavor himself flinch.

Comments flood every corner of the internet:

@ shotatochips13: mommy??? i mean- mommy?? @ kamijiroushipacc: dynamight’s definitely kicking his feet rn @ redriotinmybed: lowkey the interviewer is me but i’d flirt with HER instead @ ilovedekudotcom: book boyfriends could never.

You stare, open-mouthed. This is… a PR nightmare. But also? Kinda badass.

You wander into the kitchen in a daze, only to find Katsuki at the counter.

He's got his phone out.

And it is very clearly playing an edit of you - with some concerning angles that you don;t bother asking about.

He looks up, completely unbothered, smirking.

“What?” he shrugs. “Tried t’warn you, baby.”

You sigh.

You are never going to hear the end of this.

But when his arms slide around your waist, when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and murmurs, “Proud of you,” against your skin…

Yeah.

It was worth it.

A/N: badass reader is my roman empire now

[g30zgvtz]

Killing my art block my forcing myself to draw

[eva-616]

Real Ride Or Die 🫡

“katsuki…”

he can tell by your tone you’re about to ask one of your random questions again and mentally prepares. “yes baby?”

you’re sitting on the couch while he prepares dinner in the kitchen, a random couple’s tik tok sparking your curiosity.

“what would you do if i killed somebody?”

“i’d kill for you.” he responds calmly but almost incredulously like the question doesn’t even need an answer.

your heart skips a beat but you persevere.

“okay…but what if i killed someone?” you hear his footsteps as he approaches you. “would you help me hide the body?”

he stands in front of you and you look up at him innocently as you ask these crazy questions.

“obviously, i’d take care of it.” he crosses his arms so you know he means business. “i’d take the fall if it came to that too.”

“what? seriously?”

he makes a face like ‘duh?’ “can’t let my princess go to prison.”

you smile and tilt your head, “so your princess can handle killing somebody but not prison?”

he shrugs, “you can but i’m not letting you. simple as that.” he grabs your jaw with one hand and leans down to give you a quick kiss. “now can i get back to making you dinner now?”

you lick your lips and smile, satisfied with the conversation. “i guess so.”

[jeankirschteinsimp]

You were just coming to grab a drink, really. But then you saw him… your husband!katsukibakugou

Shirtless. Sweats slung low on his hips. Cooking like it was a damn sport.You stopped. Stared. Regretted nothing.

He didn’t even turn around. Just said, real casual,

“You gonna keep eye-fuckin’ me from the door, or you gonna come touch what’s yours?”

Your throat went dry. He chuckled, dark, low. The sound curled down your spine.

“Oh? My wife’s shy now?”

He finally turned, eyes locked on yours, wicked grin tugging at his mouth.

“Didn’t know watchin’ me stir soup got you all hot.”

You tried to speak. Failed.

He stepped in close, caging you against the counter with heat radiating off his bare skin.

“Say the word, baby. I’ll drop this ladle and spread you out on this countertop. I would rather want you as my meal anyways.”

And hell, he meant it.

Hope u like it luvs.

Give me some ideas what to write next!!

[bakugoos]

˖⋆࿐໋ . texts with boyfriend katsuki

𓍼 incl. fem reader. crack

[djinniiy]

Flash Photography [Pro-Hero Bakugou]

[chaeuvy]

Bakugou with reader who is ovulating plz plz plz like she is so horny for him

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: With U.A.’s dorm air conditioning broken during the peak of a sweltering summer, tensions are already high—but your body is on fire for a whole different reason. Ovulating and insatiable, you can’t keep your hands—or mouth—off your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo.

warnings: Rough Bakugo, horny&ovulating!reader, dorm setting, possessive, lots of heat and love, oral (f → m), penetration (m → f),Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, throat-grabbing, rough handling, and forceful positioning (consensual). Creampie, Dirty talk, Ovulation, Praise & Possessive Language: Includes name-calling ( “slut,” “mine”)

wc: 1.4k words.

katscki: i hope I did it how you imagined it !

The U.A. dorms were dead quiet. Curfew had passed, the hallway lights dimmed, and the only sound was the hum of the broken air conditioning system—completely useless against the boiling summer heat.

Bakugo’s room was dark, save for the flicker of his laptop on the desk, the blue light casting across his bare chest. He sat back in his desk chair, sweat glistening on his collarbones, towel slung around his neck, and a low scowl on his face from the sticky air.

You were already on your knees.

It had started as a kiss. Just a soft, lazy brush of lips when you came in to say goodnight—but then your hands slid down his abs, and your body reacted on instinct.

You were ovulating. Again. And your boyfriend—half-naked, and panting slightly from the heat—was simply too much.

Now your fingers dug into his thighs, mouth wet and eager around his cock, taking him as deep as you could.

“Fucking hell…” Bakugo grunted, voice low and tight as his fingers curled in your hair. “You can’t fuckin’ stop, can you?”

You moaned around him in response, loving the way his hips jerked just slightly—his usual control slipping. You bobbed your head slowly, deliberately, dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft, cheeks hollowing, moaning like you were starving for him.

Because you were.

He tasted like sweat and skin and something so purely Katsuki it had your thighs rubbing together. Your pussy throbbed, panties soaked, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to taste him, feel him twitch in your mouth, hear him curse and lose control. Again.

“Look at you,” he rasped, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Fuckin’ filthy little thing. You’re obsessed.”

You pulled back just long enough to grin up at him. Your lips were wet, a little swollen, and your voice was wrecked. “I can’t help it. You’re so hot—you’re the fucking problem.”

“Yeah?” he growled. “Get up. I’m not fuckin’ coming in your mouth tonight.”

You blinked, still breathless, and his voice dropped even lower. “Gonna fuck you instead.”

He yanked you up, spun you around, and pushed you face-first onto the bed. You yelped—half shocked, half thrilled—as he ripped your shorts down your thighs. Your panties went with them, sticking to your soaked pussy, and he groaned at the sight.

“God damn,” he hissed. “You’re fuckin’ dripping.”

“I told you,” you whined, arching your back, presenting yourself for him without shame. “It’s the week—I want you all the time—”

“You’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch,” he snarled, lining himself up without hesitation. “Begging for it like a bitch in heat.”

And then he slammed into you.

You screamed into the pillow, body jolting as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. His hips slapped against your ass, balls heavy against your thighs, and you were already a mess, shaking and clenching around him.

“Katsuki—fuck—!”

He didn’t stop. One hand gripped your hip, the other wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you down like you’d try to run. Not that you ever would.

“This what you needed?” he growled, fucking you rough, deep, with full strokes that made your brain melt. “You walk in here all sweet and stupid and then drop to your knees like a little slut. You wanted this cock so fuckin’ bad?”

“Yes!” you cried, fingers digging into the sheets. “I need it, Katsuki, need you—need you to fill me, please—!”

He grunted, thrusting harder, and you felt his grip tighten on your neck.

“Gonna fill you up. You keep beggin’ like that, I’ll fuckin’ knock you up right here in this bed.”

Your body clenched hard at his words, and you sobbed with need, ass pushing back onto him like your body welcomed the idea.

“That what you want, baby?” he hissed. “Want me to fuck you full and leave you leaking all night?”

“Please,” you gasped. “Do it—fill me up, Katsuki—breed me—”

That broke him.

He grabbed your hair, yanked you up against his chest, and fucked up into you from behind as you sat on his cock, stuffed full and sobbing with pleasure. One hand slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, mean circles until you were shattering around him, crying out his name over and over.

“That’s it,” he groaned, thrusting through your orgasm. “So fuckin’ tight—so wet—fuck—”

He slammed in one last time, held you there, and spilled inside you with a growl so low and raw it vibrated through your spine. You could feel him pulsing inside, warmth flooding you, your body welcoming every drop.

You collapsed forward onto the bed, chest heaving, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, your legs twitching from overstimulation.

Bakugo leaned over you, panting hard, still buried to the hilt.

“Fuck…” he muttered against your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He kissed your neck—rough, messy, possessive—and you muttered, while letting out a weak laugh, a little dazed. “Worth it.”

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. my smut… it’s kinda short I’m sorryyyy

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[syrecjh]

──★✈️ ̟!! Swipe Error: He’s Right Behind Me

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

Airports have a strange kind of gravity. Not the kind that keeps planes grounded, but the kind that tugs at your nerves — stretches time thin, stretches patience thinner. You’ve been sitting for over an hour at Gate 34, legs crossed on the uncomfortable vinyl bench—the kind that were designed by someone who clearly hated comfort , headphones dying and patience already declared missing in action. The boarding gate screen glows blue with your flight to New York: delayed by thirty minutes. You nearly throw your iced coffee across the terminal in protest.

You weren’t built for waiting. You were built for movement, for noise, for anything other than scrolling endlessly on your phone under cold fluorescent lighting. You’re traveling solo for the first time — a summer break declaration of independence from university and all its soul-crushing midterms. And as poetic as that sounds, the reality looks more like leg cramps, stale croissants, and a dying battery. Not to mention, you are surrounded by families bickering, kids screaming, and couples who apparently think PDA belongs in an airport.

Out of sheer boredom — or possibly desperation — you open Tinder.

A mistake. You know it’s a mistake. But you tell yourself it’s just to pass time, and maybe to flirt. Definitely not to find love. Just swiping. Just harmless, mindless swiping. You start swiping through profiles with the detached precision of someone sorting socks — right, left, maybe, definitely left. It’s not that you’re picky, it’s just… well, okay, maybe you are. Half the guys look like they’d ghost you after borrowing your charger. A left here, a right there, a brief pause for someone with a decent dog in their profile. Another left.

And then he shows up.

Blond. Fierce-eyed. Hero suit in one of the pictures. Dynamight. You squint. What is he doing on tinder? I mean you don't judge anyone with one but you can't help it. It's him after all. You’ve seen him on news clips before — the explosive pro hero with a temper and a fanbase that probably writes fanfiction about his jawline. His bio is short and alarming: Don’t be annoying. I cook better than your mom.

You raise an eyebrow. Bold. Definitely not your type.

Blond guys never were.

Swipe left.

“Damn,” a gravelly voice says just behind you. “Hard pass for that one?”

Your soul leaves your body.

You whip around like a gust of embarrassment made flesh, and there he is. Sitting directly behind you. Arms crossed, thighs spread, hair as unmistakable as his voice, red eyes glittering with something dark and amused. Katsuki freaking Bakugo. The literal walking embodiment of the profile you just rejected.

You feel your face catch fire.

“Oh my god—” you blurt, mortified beyond repair, trying to stuff your phone in your hoodie pocket like that’ll undo your crimes. “I didn’t mean—I didn’t know—”

“You didn’t know it was me?” he says, feigning offense, leaning forward just slightly. “What gave it away, the hero name or the picture of my actual face?”

“I—I don’t even like blonde guys!” you blurt like that somehow helps.

“Oh, that makes it better,” he snorts, and there’s a devilish glint in his eye that says he’s going to be thinking about this for a long time. “So I’m not your type. Got it.”

“I mean—you’re handsome, obviously—” you sputter, digging a deeper grave with every word. “It was just… the vibe. You looked like you’d roast me alive for using the wrong fork.”

He leans back, arms stretching over the seat beside him like a throne. “Not wrong.”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. “Kill me. This is why I don’t go outside.”

But Bakugo just chuckles — an actual chuckle — and something soft and dangerous unfurls in your chest. You glance up, blinking, just in time to catch the corners of his mouth still curved, his head tilted slightly.

“You’re funny when you panic.”

“And you’re mean when you’re smug.”

“So always?”

You glare at him, cheeks hot, but he just shrugs and props his boots up on his carry-on like he’s settling in for a show. You’re about to fire back when the gate agent’s voice cuts through the overhead speakers, finally announcing boarding for your flight.

You shuffle into line, praying to every deity that fate won’t take this joke any further. But of course, fate is petty.

You're seatmates.

23A and 23B.

You drop into the window seat like a woman being buried alive, and moments later, Bakugo slides in beside you with the lazy ease of someone who’s enjoying this.

“I swear I’m not a bad person,” you mutter as you adjust your tray table.

He shrugs. “Didn’t say you were. Just got a thing for brutal honesty, I guess.”

You blink at him, surprised.

And then he smirks.

“You’re really funny when you panic.”

“Don’t flatter me.”

“I’m not. I just like watching people suffer.”

“Wow. Romantic.”

You both glance at each other — and the tension hangs there, electric and strange, somewhere between playful and unreal. You don’t know what’s happening, not really.

You scoff softly. “I’ve just humiliated myself in front of a national hero and then get stuck next to him for twelve hours.”

“Could be worse.”

“How?”

“You could’ve swiped right.”

You snort, unable to help it — and from the corner of your eye, you see him smirk again.

You spend the flight talking, somehow. About trivial things at first — dumb airport food, weird quirks, how babies crying on planes should be banned. Then deeper things — pressure, expectations, what it's like to be known for something before you even figure out who you are.

You talk like people who have nothing to prove. You listen like people who might want to see each other again.

He tells you he plays music while cooking. You tell him you once cried because you dropped a slice of pizza face-down on your only pair of jeans. You exchange Instagram handles. He follows you before you even land.

Somewhere in the middle of the flight, you accidentally doze against his shoulder, he doesn’t shove you off. He just sighs — loud and dramatic — and lets you stay

And when the plane finally touches down in New York, taxiing slow across the runway, you turn to him, smiling despite yourself.

“So,” you say. “Still mad I swiped left?”

He stretches, cracking his knuckles with a lazy shrug. “Not really.”

Why not?”

He leans closer, voice warm like the sun creeping through the airplane window. “Because I’ve got twelve hours of proof you were wrong.”

You laugh, and he actually grins this time. Fully. Briefly. Like the sun rising and setting in one heartbeat.

As you walk off the plane side by side, you don’t feel like two strangers anymore. You feel like a story halfway told — and suddenly, you’re not so mad about the delay.

After all, some accidents are meant to happen.

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I actually got this idea weeks ago while scrolling through IG reels. It completely hooked me—I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Like it really happened to someone! Imagine swiping left on Tinder… only to realize the person you swiped left on is standing right behind you. I don’t know the name of the girl in the video, but yeah—thank youuu!

[jamglii]

❀ petnames — bnha

incl / bkgou

warn / fluff

note /

bakugou melts when you refer to him affectionately.

"hon' can you open this for me?" and he's grumbling but there within seconds, flexing his muscles to open the jar.

his neck is red and blushing when you speak a thank you and kiss his bicep.

his favorite ones, though hell never admit it. is the overlysweet, almost corny names

"pumpkin, baby, can you put the my cds back please l, i'm suuuper comfy right now." and the cd's are right there, ans you can see that, and he can see that and he moves them for you anyway.

(whipped)

masterlist

[catsoupki]

Bakugou has no issue paying for ur nails as long as you scratch his head like a dog for the next two days straight

[rosy-hollow]

Thinking about Number 2 Pro Hero Dynamight whose pretty wife is not only a Pro Hero but the Number 4 as well - the only thing stopping her from getting higher is because she simply didn't feel like it.

You're extremely powerful, but you also knew how taxing it was to be in the top three ranks of hero society, what with the extra publicity and pressure, instead settling for number four because it was the best position, in your opinion.

Though, the public doesn't really know your reasoning for staying at your rank, and though you remain an inspiration for men and women alike across all of Japan and even spreading to other countries, that didn't stop certain people from underestimating you.

It was a random Tuesday.

You were exhausted.

Tired to your bones.

Katsuki was out on a mission, and you knew there would definitely be some paparazzi - and though he would be back later today, you missed his warmth and comfort.

So, you turned on the TV, surfing through various channels before your blonde husband came into view on the screen.

The reporter there had a wide smile plastered on his face, so stretched it almost looked fake.

You sighed. This should be good.

The man had slicked brown hair and a pointed nose, waving his microphone into the disgruntled blonde's face, the latter's nose crinkling slightly in discomfort.

You, on the couch can't help but mimic the blonde's expression instinctively, having been together so long that you felt his slight irritation through the screen.

"So, Pro Hero Dynamight! Everyone knows you're married to the Number Four Pro hero, your wedding had been all over the news!" he chuckles - though to you it personally sounded like sputtering car engine.

You blink - that's definitely not what you were expecting the reporter to ask.

Katsuki raises an eyebrow on the screen, not saying anything but suspicious as to where this conversation is going.

"However...your wife has been maintaining that spot for a while now...many people can say that they haven't noticed any progress in her career! What do you say about this?"

You look at the screen in disbelief, not so much offended, instead just shocked at the pure audacity of the man.

Katsuki, however, being the angel he is, took offense on your behalf.

You watch his Adam's apple bob as his eyebrow twitches, getting a glimpse of that pure anger that seemed to be ever present during his teenage years.

But he doesn't lash out, years of maturing and your love let him reign him emotions in, no matter how violently they were swirling in his chest.

Instead, he barks out a laugh, dark and menacing - enough to make the reporter visibly squeak in fear. Even you felt your eyes widen slightly at the change in demeanor.

Katsuki glances and the camera and scoffs, leaning in close to the reporter to whisper in his ear, enough for the microphone to pick up.

"My wife could single handedly wipe out every villain in Japan in she wanted to. Only reason why she hasn't is because she's sweet enough to give the rest of us sorry asses a chance."

You're pretty sure your whole body is red by the time the channel switches to some random toothpaste ad.

A/N: yayayayay katsuki loves his badass wife

[graciescott27]

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who was quite possibly one of the weirdest people you had ever met. Definitely the loudest.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who never did much more than give you a half-hearted nod when he saw you. Then your brother started inviting you to hang out with them  while they played video games or watched movies.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t know how to feel when you started to talk to him more. He didn’t mind it once he was used to it, though.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who started to act like you were his little sibling, too. A nuisance he had a soft spot for. He flicked your forehead and called you stupid, and you figured you’d never get far past that.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who overheard you telling your brother about some date you went on while he was getting a drink. He nearly blew up your fridge and then cleared his throat like nothing happened.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who started to next you late at night when he couldn’t sleep. He tried to play it off as dumb questions that no one else was awake to answer.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who was really good at acting normal. Until your brother had to leave while Bakugo was over because of a work emergency. So it was just you two alone in the living room.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t have a clue what to do after kissing you. He just mumbled “Fuck, this is a bad idea,” and leaned in a second time.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who swore to not tell your brother a single word until you two figured out what it was between you. And he did. Unfortunately for him, though, neither of you were all that great at hiding it.

Brother’s Best Friend!Bakugo who finally asked you out a few weeks later (after calling you “loser” and yelling about something completely unrelated)

a.n. — I feel like I write him weird :(

@graciescott27

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Quick little Drabble for you

“Okay okay, what about Katsuki, Eijiro and Deku.”

“Oh fuck okay, thats a hard one…” you stared up at the pretty fairy lights that laced minas bedroom ceiling as you took another hit on the shared joint. “Okay, obvious fuck kats, hed be so mean about it but you just know hed snuggle the shit out of you afterwards….i don’t wanna kill either of those best boys though, can I just marry them both?”

Mina giggled as she reached for the joint, kicking her feet behind her as she shook her head.

“Gotta kill off one of those bad boys im afraid. Rules of the game.”

“Fuck okay, I’d kill Deku cause hed probably find away to come back somehow, and then marry Kiri. Hes husband material in any universe.”

The laughter that erupted from Mina almost shook the bed, causing her to nearly choke on the smoke she had just exhaled. Spending the weekend smoking weed and chatting absolute shit with your best friend was as close to heaven as you could possibly get, every fibre of your being was certain of it.

“Okay, my turn… sero, aoyama and mineta.”

“Easy, fuck sero, marry aoyama and burn every fucking atom in Minetas body. Hes such a perv it’s so gross…. How about, denki, monoma and….shinso?”

She peered at you from the corner of her eye as she quietly mentioned Shinsos name, knowing full well how deeply you had a crush on the purple haired maniac that you called your other best friend. You snapped your head to her and stared at her, faking annoyance at the mention of his name as your smirk defied your eyes.

“Fuck you.” Both your laughter erupted again, Mina pushing your arm as she sat up and began to roll another joint.

“Not one of the names im afraid, go on, enlighten me.” She smirked at you as she pulled out the grinder, twisting it gently in her hands.

“Fine. I’d fuck Denki, hed definitely spark you when he got inside, I’d kill monoma and I, guess id marry Shinso. You’re a dick Yano that?”

“When’re you gonna grow some balls and tell him? I can’t believe he’s not noticed it yet but…”

“Im not THAT obvious, plus he is a guy so.”

“Last week you both gasped over the same stray cat outside and looked like you were an old married couple, cmon now….you gotta tell him, or I will.”

“If you tell him, I’ll tell Kiri about the wet dream you had about him yesterday…”

Both your eyes stared at each other, smirks at a stand off as your eyes creased from the growing smiles. Neither of you would dare hurt the other with your confessions, but this didnt stop the information from coming out.

Denki had heard the laughter coming from behind minas dorm room door, so as he approached to ask if he could join the smoking sesh, he heard the confessions of feelings between the both of you. His eyes widened at the words, not only had he heard that a girl wanted to fuck him, but said girl had a crush on one of his friends, and the other had a sex dream about another friend too. There wasnt a force on earth that couldve stopped him from running into the communal kitchen where both said friends were chatting, only to almost trip over his own feet and face planting the doorframe.

“GUYS GUYS GUYS! Y/N fancies you Shinso, and Mina had a wet dream about you Kirishima!”

Both guys looked at each other stunned, then back at Denki as he stood up straight, his smile beaming and his hands on his hips.

“Nice one sparky, as if we’d believe that.” Shinso replied, trying to hide his confusion and fluster behind his usual stoic expression.

“Yeah man, how would you even know all of that? I know you’re close with the girls but, that means they also know you have a big mouth…”

“Look, come with me! They’re chatting shit in minas room….lets see if they say they wanna have an orgy or something!”

Both guys rolled their eyes, denki might’ve been their best friend, but he sure didnt know how to hide his perverted side most of the time.

As denki paraded the boys towards Mina room, he kicked open the door and proudly exclaimed, with his hands still firmly planted on his hips.

“SO! Since everyone fancies everyone here, we having a 5 sum or what’s going on?”

Every single person stared at him, and if looks could kill, hed of been dead long ago.