#pining bakugou katsuki

[writerswho]

Aizawa: Did you have to stab him?

Midoriya: You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.

Aizawa: What did he say?

Midoriya: He said, 'what are you going to do, stab me?'

Bakugou: To be fair, I would have stabbed me, too.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

"Give me back my hoodie and I'll give you back your panties." He said.

"Do you promise?" The both of you said with fingers crossed behind your backs.

Both of you at the same time ::: "YES."

You walk to your respective rooms. He sits on the edge of his bed with your pretty lacy panties wrapped around his dripping cock and you curl up with the hoodie that still smells deliciously like him, rubbing your favorite vibrator over your clit at the most painfully slow setting so you can make it last longer and envelop yourself in his smell.

Both of you at the same time ::: Saying each other's names, cumming across the hall from the person you're fanticizing about.

@arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @dreamcastgirl99

[stunt-fia]

HIGH-KEY i would rather read bkdk fanfiction than whatever your ‘new york times best selling author’ has to offer bc it seems to me that they are giving that title to just anybody now.

bye lemme clock into work (ao3)🤞 where i am known BEST

[bkdk-and-extras]

Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.

Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.

They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).

In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.

He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.

Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.

Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.

So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.

Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?

[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]

@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)

[shiggcel]

grunkle stan sounds like an older, way more seasoned and traumatized bakugou.

[inkalight]

Kacchans tie ♦️

[woahjo]

spending time in the high lords office is an almost daily occurence now. you never ask to stay, but he always invites you to. you feel obligated to accept, but you're finding that it's little more than an excuse. katsuki is surprisingly pleasant to be around.

as you spend time with him, you come to realize that it's not what he says that's harsh, but his tone. every day it seems more and more likely to you that he's not quite the man people have made him out to be. in fact, he's awkward and somewhat sensitive with an intellectual side and an odd manner of side-stepping points he doesn't want to make. of course, he has a temper, but he's not unreasonable. never unreasonable.

you get the impression that he drags his time with you on longer than it needs to be and, to your surprise, you're grateful for it. there's a quiet sort of tranquility that comes with sitting in his office. it's become a rather peaceful place for you.

soon, you're having conversations instead of just reading books, talking idly about the grounds or the books you'd read or your life before coming to work here. katsuki listens most of the time, usually with a cheek resting on his palm in a way that is somehow unbefitting of a man of his station. sometimes though, he'll tell you about his troubles. bills and servants and things so far beyond your reach that they almost seem to be a far off fantasy.

katsuki looks at you often too. it's not unintentional and you've noticed that when you read (or pretend to), he'll steal glances through his lashes as he goes about his paperwork. for a time, he'd dart his eyes away when you noticed but, in recent weeks, he's been unflinching when you do. his gaze bores into you unabashedly, almost as if he's trying to swallow you with his eyes.

he's doing it today, meeting your eyes and playing this game of chicken. there's something hungry behind it, something you recognize as belonging to katsuki alone and it's so distracting that you've been spending your time staring at the cover of the book you hold rather than opening it. it's the sort of look you give someone when they've gotten under your skin, for better or worse. you shudder and cross one leg over the other, feeling a rush of heat and desire flood your lower belly.

"how are you today, my lord?" you ask, breaking the long silence and raising your eyes to look at him. you're more comfortable now. he's made you that way.

katsuki's eyebrows twitch and he leans back in his chair.

"and what would you know of the troubles of lords?" he teases.

"all that you've told me," you respond, a smile creeping onto your lips. "or nothing. whichever you prefer."

katsuki let's out a short huff of laughter, his shoulders rising briefly.

"what do you want to know?"

"you seem particularly distracted from your work, my lord."

"i don't get distracted," he responds evenly, lightly fingering the page in front of him.

"and i don't spend my time in here with you. since we're both done lying, you might as well just answer me."

"it's a great crime to accuse me of lying," he states.

you hum and nod your head, knowing better than to believe his teasing threats. they used to scare you. those comments would have been enough to make you tremble only a season ago. he'd gotten upset with you for it once before, placing his fingers to his temple and groaning as if the idea of being perceived so harshly by you frustrated him. though, looking back, he seemed less upset with you than he did with himself.

"marriage," he says, his tone a little more crass and unsettled.

"marriage?"

the idea comes as a shock to you, though you know it shouldn't. of course katsuki would get married. he's already well past marrying age and many of the other lords born in years near to his have married and had children. still, you can't hide the look of surprise on your face which katsuki answers with a distinctly apologetic look. what does he owe you to be looking at you that way?

"a lady?"

"yes," he breathes and leans back in his chair. "a noble. beautiful, wealthy, and someone i've never once met before."

you nod your head solemnly as katsuki stares at the papers in front of him with a scowl on his face.

"and you don't want to marry her?"

"why would i want that?" he responds, raising his voice a bit. "my mother arranged it for the purpose of strengthening the house position. bullshit."

you raise your eyebrows at the swear word, though you've learned that katsuki's vocabulary can be harsher than his tone.

"so you never plan to marry then?"

katsuki raises his eyes to look at you upon hearing this. his brows are pulled together in the center and he looks distinctly angry. well, angry to someone who doesn't know him better. katsuki looks sad.

"not her," he says evenly and you flinch at the intensity of his gaze. he looks away from you at this, dismissing the tension with a lighter tone. "someone else, maybe."

"a different noble...?"

you're not sure why you ask, but you do and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but katsuki doesn't give you an answer. he simply groans and rubs at his temples with his pointer finger and thumb.

"talk to me about something else," he demands. "your family."

"i've already told you everything there is to know about them," you say a bit urgently, startled by the fierceness in his tone.

"the book in your hand, then."

the conversation feels like it begins to spiral, moving faster and faster.

"i haven't opened it yet."

"your dress."

"this old thing? it's the standard uniform."

"anything about you!"

"there's nothing to know about me!"

"well, i want to know everything about you, damn it! how you wake up in the morning or how you'd like your tea. what you think about during the day. all of it!" he says insistently, his chest rising with an indignation characteristic of having said something you don't intend.

you don't know what to say and katsuki's cheeks turn pink through his scowl before he let's out a frustrated huff of air.

"i'm sorry."

you shake your head. he doesn't need to be. there's a brazen question on the tip of your tongue. it burns with how cautiously it creeps up your throat, too big to swallow.

"who is it that you want to marry?" you ask.

katsuki looks up and you and then away with a huff. he scowls to himself, standing from the chair and turning to face the window behind him. you can see his side profile from here, the way his eyebrows force a crease between them and the downturn of his lips. it's a regretful expression. you should have held your tongue. you dread the answer.

"i'll see you tomorrow," he says, softer this time.

"are you dismissing me for the day?"

"do whatever you'd like with your day," he states. "i can't keep you."

what an odd choice of words. you don't dislike it. not because it's true, which you find more an more unfortunate with each passing moment, but because it insinuates that he might like to. you'd be kept, you think. if you could. if it were him. since when has be become so special to you?

you make your way towards the door, setting the book down on his desk and moving to the door opposite from him. you turn as you reach it, bowing deeply and letting his honorific roll off of your tongue. my lord. then, he turns to face you as you rise, stepping back up to his desk and sitting down.

"tomorrow," he says, facing his paperwork. "come back tomorrow."

"as you wish, my lord."

[bzar-bzar]

Considering he witnessed All Might’s suit and wore a part of it directly, I bet Katsuki had the idea for Izuku’s return pretty early on. Keeping it a secret, developing it, not knowing if it would actually work while also having to watch Izuku move on with his life as if he’ll be a normal citizen again for the rest of it…

[spinji]

Katsuki wanting to visit Izuku while on the job, but he is not allowed to interrupt, so he starts that thing where he talks about it like Izuku's dead

"Izuku... Are you looking at me now?"

"He's... Not here, anymore. I wish he was."

"Are you proud of me, Izuku?"

"Will i ever reach you again..."

Izuku goes on his lunch break

"SHITTY NERD!!"

Katsuki Bakugou, every five minutes:

[eggsdrawings]

heart eyes

[red-riot-gives-you-wings]

Incoming doodle dump YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I actually had time to draw today, yayyyy. It’s getting harder and harder to make time for relaxing art and not school art.

Poor Kirishima, I feel ya bud.

[writerswho]

Todoroki: I don't like the way Kirishima is so chummy with your husband.

Midoriya: Please don't refer to Bakugou as my husband.

Todoroki: Alright, fine.

Todoroki: I don't like how chummy he is with your non-romantic life partner.

Midoriya: Also bad, so please stop, okay?

Todoroki:

Midoriya:

Todoroki: Your sexless lover.

[amie-bkdk]

Around 3rd year when Katsuki is still pining and Izuku is still oblivious and Aizawa still needs a lot of breaks

[sasukesofficiallawyer]

I just wanted to say that I love your blog, you are great and I hope you have a great day and the best luck in life.

thank you so much anon! I don’t know if you’re here for my Naruto posts, gravity fall posts, mha posts, or my shit rants about my life, but I’m glad you like it here lol, thank you again!

[marimeeko]

Even if bkdk separately marries, presumably women, as is the supposed Shonen tradition, their wives are going to feel like such third wheels.

Katsuki sees Izuku across the room at a function/gathering and The Staring begins...

His wife looks at him, rolls her eyes and is like "you want to go talk to him so bad, then just go"

Katsuki is already gone.

--

Izuku talking about a day on patrol, or training and just gets into a tangent on some new technique Katsuki has, or how he nabbed a killer in a really spectacular way,

His wife becomes more and more glassy eyed at the DETAILED description and gushing Izuku goes on about over Katsuki.

--

The two wives just ever being in their presence as they go on to each other about something, or have their silly little "I'm gonna surpass you" back and forths

--

Not to even mention all the ptsd from the war and losing each other/almost losing each other

What I am saying is, if they marry other people, then they are going tk have to put up with ALL OF THEIR OBSESSIONS WITH EACH OTHER.

[stardust-sprinkler]

Jealous Baku x Deku x Reader

I’m currently obsessed with the idea of Bakugo and Deku both harboring a major crush on you while all three of you are at UA.

They’re each still working up the courage to tell you, when you suddenly confess your feelings for Bakugo—and you two start dating on the spot.

Fast forward past graduation, you three are all pro heroes now, and you’re still with Bakugo. Deku never says a word about it, silently resigned to just being friends… Sure, he pines a bit, but you’re all adults now and Bakugo seems to make you happy, so what else could he really ask for? …nothing, right?

The thing is, Bakugo knew that Deku had had a simultaneous crush on you in UA.

So, even now, he hates you being around Deku because the man is clearly carrying the MOTHER OF ALL TORCHES for you. But for the life of you, you can’t see that, which makes him even madder because he doesn’t want to tell you… In case you’ll change your mind. So, he gets severely bent out of shape if you pay attention to Izuku for (what he deems) any extended period of time. In turn, you’re frustrated that Bakugo won’t give you a straight reason why Deku is so off limits for friendship??

This is bound to boil over inevitably, right??

My asks are open, so hmu with some prompts for this, my brain won’t let this one go lol