#soft bakugou katsuki

[bakutreats]

matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

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synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.0k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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[nuppu-nuppu]

I love you

[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)

[tak1e]

I Was Hoping You Could See It Too (I'm a Coward)

SFW DekuBaku/DekuKatsu Drabble

AO3 link if you prefer reading there

General Info/Tags: One Shot, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Pro-Hero AU, Not Beta Read, Pining Bakugou, Touch Starved Bakugou, Soft Bakugou, Self-Doubting Bakugou, Protector Izuku, Izuku is a Therapist, (not literally), (but he acts like one), Izuku is Good at Feelings, Bakugou is Bad at Feelings

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I wanted to write izuku babying katsuki with some angst and here we are. Also, the name is in fact directly quoting lyrics from Coward by Matt Maltese, enjoy.

Katsuki Bakugou's day had been shit. To say that would be an understatement, really.

He had woken up later than usual this morning, sleeping through his alarm - which he never did, by the way. Then he'd gotten to work and had a mountain of paperwork left over from a reckless pursuit he had with a villain the day prior. He'd caused countless property damage and now he had to file report after report after report.

And, to top it all off, when he finally did get out there to save people, he had failed over and over again.

Armed Robbery? He had to ask for backup. Mugging? The guy got away. He was called in for backup? He got there too late. He felt like he was headed in the wrong direction with every step he took. Like Katsuki thought he was taking steps forward only to find that his torso had been turned 180 this whole time. It was driving him insane.

So, yeah. Shit day, to say the least.

Needless to say, when Izuku cautiously enters his office at the end of the day, Katsuki is already past his limit.

"Out." Katsuki says through grit teeth, not even looking up to see who it was.

"Yikes.. so you are as angry as everyone's been saying."

Katsuki growls, eyes snapping up to look at Izuku.

"Get out."

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

Izuku crosses his arms over his chest defiantly and Katsuki finds it so irritating. The little shit thinks he can get away with anything just cause.

(Katsuki definitely lets him get away with more than he should, but it's not like he'd admit that aloud, let alone to himself)

"You know, being so angry all the time can't be good for your health." izuku says, closing the door behind him and walking towards Katsuki's desk. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you were a doctor now." Katsuki seethes, sarcastically. He seriously doesn't have the patience for this today.

Izuku huffs, standing in front of his desk. Katsuki's pen digs a hole in his paperwork.

"Ha. Ha. Seriously, Kacchan. Are you okay?"

And Izuku's voice is so genuine. It almost startles Katsuki, even after all these years. Even after Izuku spent their whole lives chasing after Katsuki asking if he was okay. Katsuki thinks it probably won't ever feel normal. He doesn't really deserve it, after all.

"Do I look okay?" Katsuki answered, throwing his pen down in favor of setting his head in the palms of his hands.

"Kacchan." Izuku said, and it was so much softer this time.

Katsuki felt an old part of him flare up at it. Don't look down on me, it screamed. Even though Katsuki knew that wasn't what was going on here. Izuku cared about him and was showing it.

Much unlike himself, despite his best attempts.

"What?"

"Can I.. I mean." Izuku let out a breath, fidgeting with his fingers. Katsuki hated it.

Is he scared of me? A smaller part of himself asked. He swallowed.

"I want to help. Will you let me?"

"How could you help?" Katsuki spat before he could stop himself. He sighed, lifting his head from his hands. Izuku smiled like that was the exact response he'd expected.

I don't deserve this. Yeah, Katsuki agreed. Izuku was always too nice to him and it didn't make any fucking sense.

"I can show you, if that's okay? I think it might really help."

Katsuki hesitated for more than a second, before nodding.

"Okay, c'mere."

"What? No, you come here. I'm not walking over to you."

"Kacchan."

"Izuku" Katsuki mocked. Izuku huffed and defiantly pointed at the floor in front of him. Katsuki rolled his eyes but still pushed up from his chair, dragging himself over to Izuku.

"Okay, I'm fuckin' here. What now?"

"I'm going to touch Kacchan, is that okay?"

"What?! No, it's not!" Katsuki nearly shouted, pride flaring.

A beat passed and the two just looked at each other. Katsuki sighed.

"Yeah.. It's okay." Katsuki hesitated. "I guess."

Izuku nodded and stepped forward, lightly pressing the palm of his hand to Katsuki's cheek. Katsuki felt his face burn.

"Is this okay?"

Katsuki nodded.

Izuku smiled and took that as a green light to put his hand in Katsuki's hair. He gently pet through Katsuki's hair. His fingers dragged through his spikes slowly, cautiously. And when they reached the end, they returned right back at the beginning again, repeating the same motion.

"Is this okay?" Izuku asked again, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's face.

Katsuki hated to admit it (so he wouldn't) but it felt.. nice. Relaxing, even.

"Are you gonna ask that every five seconds?" Katsuki complained and his voice came out so much softer than normal. What the fuck.

"Well, how am I supposed to tell if I'm making you uncomfortable?"

"I'll tell you to fuckin' stop? Obviously?" Katsuki grumbled, still much softer than he intended. What was happening?

Izuku huffed, frowning at him, but seemed to accept the answer, as the hand in his hair started guiding Katsuki's head to rest on Izuku's shoulder gently. Katsuki let him.

I don't deserve this.

"Relax, Kacchan." Izuku cooed, softly. Almost in the same way one would talk to a child. Oddly enough, Katsuki couldn't seem to care. Not with Izuku's hand still in his hair, at least.

Katsuki's body relaxed in an instant as if it had a mind of its own.

"The hell are you doin'?" Katsuki grumbled into Izuku's shoulder as his head began to be cradled.

"Mmm.. Coddling you."

"Coddling?"

"Mhm."

"..Why's it feel so nice?" Katsuki murmured, despite his pride. He could feel all the tension leaving his body at once. It felt too nice. There had to be a catch.. He couldn't just relax like this.

Izuku laughed and Katsuki could feel the action with their proximity. It was a deep hum in his chest...again, it was nice.

"I dunno, Kacchan. You tell me."

Katsuki grumbled unintelligibly instead of a response.

"Kacchan, you're tensing up again." Izuku said, amusement dripping from his voice. he placed a gentle hand on the small of his back and the touch felt like electricity. "Relax."

And as if it were a command directly to Katsuki's heart, his body obeyed. Katsuki wasn't sure if he'd ever been so relaxed.

"Why the hell is it so relaxing?"

Izuku hummed.

"Some people say it's because it brings out your inner child or something. Like, reminds you of being little and held by an adult. So it puts you in that sort of headspace where you just.. don't have to worry anymore."

"I've never been held like this." Katsuki swallowed after the admission. Why did I say that?

"Kacchan.. really?" Izuku asked sympathetically and it didn't irritate Katsuki as much as it normally did. He nodded into Izuku's shoulder.

"Yeah, parents didn't exactly tuck me into bed or anythin'."

"Well.." Izuku started after a moment of silence. "I'm here now. You're safe here."

The words shot through Katsuki like a bullet.

You're safe here.

Safe.

"I...am?" Katsuki whispered, bewildered.

"Yeah. I'll always be a safe space for Kacchan. As long as you want it."

Katsuki's mouth felt dry.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

Katsuki swallowed, staying silent for a while. He rolled the words around in his head, trying to debate how open he should be right now. Just as Izuku began scratching his scalp, he decided fuck it. Whatever, he could deny everything later if he needed to.

"I've only ever been awful to you. I don't deserve this."

"Kacchan.."

"It's true, isn't it? I made your life hell for so long. Why would you ever..?"

Izuku pressed a light kiss into Katsuki's hair and his brain short-circuited. All thoughts pouring out of his ear and onto the floor.

"You aren't like that anymore. It's okay. I forgave you for that a long time ago."

"Why?" Katsuki croaked, his voice betraying him. He snapped his eyes shut. He didn't want to cry in front of izuku like this.

"I never really blamed you in the first place. I knew you didn't mean it."

"Bullshit."

"I'm being honest. Really. None of that was your fault." Izuku said softly, scratching Katsuki's scalp gently. Katsuki had to focus hard not to lose his train of thought again.

"Who's then? Yours?"

"No." Izuku said, and it surprised Katsuki. Don't get him wrong, he was glad that Izuku didn't blame himself, but who did he blame if not Katsuki or himself?

"I don't blame anyone." Izuku said, like it was as easy to see as the sky is blue.

"What? That makes no fuckin' sense."

Izuku sighed, low and quiet. Katsuki was so confused. He couldn't blame no one. Someone was to blame and it was so clearly Katsuki.

"I don't blame anyone," Izuku repeated. "Sometimes bad things just happen and all you can do is accept it and move on. What? Are you going to tell me you blame people for earthquakes or something?"

"You know that's different." Katsuki grunted. "Earthquakes are unavoidable. All you can do is do the best you can with a shit scenario."

Oh.

"Exactly." Izuku whispered. "No matter what, you still would have bullied me, I think. I think it was unavoidable. With all the pressure put on you to succeed.. It only makes sense. And either way, I still don't think you ever meant it."

"But.." Katsuki whispered, hands fisting Izuku's shirt on his back. "I did such horrible things.. how can you just.."

"Kacchan, you being upset over this is proof enough that you are good. I don't care about anything that happened back then. I care about now."

There was a long silence that followed and Katsuki kept his eyes shut tightly, fighting off the need to cry. He would not.

"It's okay if you need to cry," Izuku said, after a moment. "I won't judge you.

"..You won't?" Katsuki asked, voice breaking.

"I won't," Izuku echoed gently, running his fingers through katsuki's hair tenderly. "It's safe here. You can cry as much as you need."

As soon as the words left izuku's mouth, it was like a dam had bursted inside Katsuki. He began sobbing uncontrollably, hands clutching Izuku as his shoulder shook with each tear.

"Shh.." Izuku cooed softly. "It's okay, baby. Let it all out."

So Katsuki did. He cried and cried and cried. Until he felt he had nothing left, his insides torn open and raw right there for only izuku to see. And oddly enough, Katsuki didn't totally hate it. It felt nice... Which was a stark contrast to his usual crying fits. They usually left him feeling sour and sick. Which was why he avoided them in the first place.

This time though, he felt.. nice. It felt like his tears had actually meant something. Like he hadn't just been uselessly crying alone in his bedroom. Which, he guessed, this time he wasn't. Maybe it was because he had been given the space to feel without judgment. Or maybe it was something else. Hell if he knew.

After Katsuki's tears subsided, the two stayed in silence. Katsuki had nothing to say though, so it was fine by him. Although, izuku must have had other ideas because he eventually spoke softly.

"..Do you blame your parents?"

"What'd'you mean?" He asked, sniffing.

"I mean.. for everything? How you turned out I guess? Do you blame your parents?"

Did Katsuki Bakugou blame his parents for how he turned out? Yes, obviously. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have probably any of the pressure he had on himself then and in the present. He would probably be nicer. He wouldn't struggle with nearly half the things he did.

"Kinda, yeah." Katsuki said, turning his head to look at Izuku, who was staring forward, not looking at Katsuki. "Why?"

"I don't think you should," Izuku said simply, in the same way, he'd said it about Katsuki being a bully. What was with this guy being so forgiving? "I mean, yeah, they did a pretty poor job raising you right but-"

"That was their job. The one thing they were supposed to do, they fucked up. How is that on me?" Katsuki spat, defensively.

"No! No.. that's not what I meant.." Izuku said, eyes darting around the room. "Just.. hear me out okay?"

Katsuki nodded and Izuku continued after taking a slow breath.

"They did a bad job. You're not wrong about that. But what if they were doing the best they could?" Izuku paused, looking like he was picking his words carefully to get his point across. "I mean, you are their first and only son, right? So, let's take it from their perspective.

"She had a kid with this awesome quirk that wanted to be a hero. Maybe she felt scared for you or maybe she genuinely wanted you to be the best, I don't know. But she put that pressure on you to succeed for some reason. And I think she was trying to give you the best she could.

"And in your teen years when you became angry and resentful.. Maybe she thought to herself, Oh, this is just how teens are. So she let it fester and grow when it shouldn't have. Kacchan, I genuinely think your parents were doing what they thought would be best for you. It still sucked, and isn't okay that it happened but.. I don't think it's anyone's fault, really. I think... it's an earthquake."

Izuku looked at Katsuki after that and he nodded. It made a lot of sense.. and he'd never thought about it like that.

"A shit situation." Katsuki echoed. Izuku smiled.

"Yeah, that." Izuku paused, cupping Katsuki's cheek in his hand and Katsuki closed his eyes against the soft touch. "It doesn't mean you need to go forgive them or anything just.. think about it, yeah? I mean, if I only took your actions at face value we wouldn't be here right now. Maybe your mom is the same, you know?"

Katsuki nodded, opening his eyes again. Yeah.. that made a lot of sense.

"You're right," Katsuki admitted. "Maybe I've been to harsh to her. Maybe.." Katsuki trailed off.

"Again, don't do anything on my account. It's just.. food for thought."

Katsuki nodded, standing up straight finally. He felt a lot better after everything with Izuku.

"Thanks. I uh.. I'm probably gonna head out." Katsuki said, taking a step away from Izuku.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." Katsuki said. And after all, he had a lot to think about and do now.

And maybe call his mom.

[hyuge]

Touch-adverse HC

What if Bakugou isn't actually touch adverse? We always assume he is, because of his overreactions, but what if he's actually touch-hesitant? Touch afraid? Imagine a young Katsuki, still learning his Quirk, and everyone telling him how cool and strong he is. He's messing around having fun like kids do. He put the older kids that were bullying them in their place. Maybe he helped start a fire or light sparklers in the summer time - useful, praiseworthy thing. That is, until one time he accidently burns Izuku bad enough that he gets sent to the hospital.

The doctors say he'll recover and that there shouldn't be any permanent scarring. Everyone is relieved that Izuku will be all right, but then the doctors warn this little kid that his Quirk is dangerous and he shouldn't carelessly touch people. Mitsuki and Masaru tell him not to think about it too hard. Mistakes happen, after all. Inko and Izuku forgive him - it's hard not to when proud little Katsuki is in tears. But Katsuki himself dwells on it. The memory of Izuku's face when Katsuki touched him a permanent reminder that his hands were dangerous.

Even if he wasn't sweating, his palms could still heat up. They could still burn if he wasn't careful. So he distances himself. He rebukes any and all contact bestowed upon him until everyone around him just assumes he doesn't like being touched. And quite frankly, it's easier for him that way. That is, until the loneliness sets in. He never realized how much he would miss a hug, a high five, an arm around his shoulder. But he doesn't seek it out. It was safest for everyone this way.

So when Kirishima Eijirou, the ray of sunshine that he was, comes crashing into his life, Katsuki panics. The idiot was constantly crossing the thick boundary Katsuki had set. It was only a matter of time before he accidently burned Kirishima, and yet the redhead wouldn't take a hint. He would throw his arm around Katsuki's shoulder. He would pull Katsuki into his side. He would disregard reasoning for self-preservation. Katsuki tried to warn him. He would attack Kirishima on purpose to show how dangerous he was, but Kirishima would laugh it off and harden his skin reflexively every time. He never failed. So Katsuki let his guard down. It started with Kirishima, and then moved to the others - Kaminari, Ashido, Sero. They all showered him in the contact he so desperately missed but would never tell anyone he needed.

And then it happened. When Katsuki accidently burned Mina, it felt like his heart had shattered into a million pieces. He didn't mean to hurt her. She was clutching her bicep, the smell of burnt skin filled the room. The others rushed her to Recovery Girl and Katsuki was left alone to think about what he had done. All those years of fear were only reaffirmed and his eyes stung as he tried to fight back the wave of tears threatening to burst forth. He didn't deserve to cry. It was his fault. He knew it would happen and yet he let himself believe he was finally in control. He was a fucking idiot.

A sob escaped him and Kirishima came walking into the dorm to find him broken on the floor in the common room. He rushed to Katsuki's side, whispering that it'll be all right.

"Get off me!" Katsuki shouted, his voice broke.

"No one blames you. It was an accident."

"They fucking should! I knew this would happen." It happened before. Katsuki clambered to his feet, pushing Kirishima off of him, but those strong arms wrapped around Katsuki, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Let me go!"

Kirishima shook his head. He held Katsuki close, forcing him to listen to Kirishima's steady heartbeat. "I don't know what's going through your head right now, but it wasn't your fault. We all have times we can't control our Quirks."

"My Quirk hurts people." Katsuki muttered.

"And mine doesn't? You know that's why I wear those sleeves right? If I were to carry someone without that protective layer on, they could get cut. Ashido's Quirk is acid. She probably understands you better than anyone." Kirishima lifted Katsuki's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "You can't hurt me." The look in his eyes was confident, and the tone in Kirishima's voice was unwavering. He truly believed there was no way Katsuki could hurt him.

"You won't always harden in time." Katsuki choked out.

"I will. If it means you never look like this again." Kirishima squeezed him tighter, pressing his face into Katsuki's hair, and kissing the top of his head lightly. "Let's go check on Ashido."

"Okay." Katsuki breathed in reply, feeling a weight lifted.

[pidge-it-up]

#wipwednesday for my long fic: In Our Grey Matter, All Grey Matters

>> Deku dies in a car accident but Bakugou simply does not accept that. There's just no way in hell!! So he finds a way to bring him back, but things don't go as expected.

Tags: Married and PH! #bkdk - Angst - temporary mcd - memory loss - eventual happy ending

[pyre-of-filth]

remind me to breathe, in case i forget

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Tags: One Shot | Hurt/Comfort | Nightmares | War Trauma | Established Relationship

Note: Graphic Depictions of Violence

[greyfix]

Weaving

Title: Weaving

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki holds braids close to his heart. It was something he did with his mother and considered it something truly intimate. Kirishima Eijirou’s hair is getting long. 

Word Count: 1032

Requested By: n/a 

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, LIght Angst, Reminiscing, Braids, and they were roomates, omg they were roomates, domestic, new relationship, soft bakugou katsuki, bakugou katsuki centric, kirishima eijirou is a ray of sunshine.

Author’s Note: Thank the bf for making me write, otherwise this would not exist. 

Ao3, Tumblr

Katsuki has been watching Eijirou style his hair in his usual bold fashion for a long time. It’s been years, and he’s stuck with it as his signature style. It seems to be the only thing that has stayed consistent from their day’s at U.A. Nothing else was the same, and Katsuki loved that. 

It’s super manly bro! Eijirou would say when Katsuki mentioned it. Katsuki wouldn’t change a thing about it. 

Two weeks ago Katsuki and Eijirou fell into their relationship entirely by accident. They had been living together for two years after graduation due to the agencies they were sidekicks at being near each other. It was convenient, especially since they spent three years living in the U.A. dorms together, so there weren't any real surprises. They each knew how the other lived. 

At one point their friends had joked about them dating unofficially, and it triggered some thoughts in the both of them. When they really thought about it they were, kinda, dating unofficially based on the way they acted and treated each other. They both harbored feelings for each other, though they were oblivious to it at the time. 

Of course it was Katsuki that said something first, ever the blunt one. “Are we dating?” 

Eijirou blushed and sputtered for a moment before speaking, “Do you want to be?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then we are!”

“So are you gonna kiss me or what?!” Katsuki growled. 

Eijirou smiled happily and jumped at the opportunity. 

Even though Eijirou’s hairstyle had stayed the same, the length of his hair had not. He had grown it out to the point where it was just past chin length. It fits in updo’s just right. Not too long, and not too short. There were no strands falling out. It was the perfect length. 

All Katsuki wanted to do was run his fingers through it. Were the bright red locks as damaged as he thought they would be? So much bleach, box dye, and hair gel can’t be good for it. 

One night, as they were hanging out in the bedroom, background noise on the tv, Eijirou asked a question. 

“Will you braid my hair?” 

Katsuki’s whole world came to an end. He was transported to some of the only good parts of his childhood. 

He was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room of his childhood home. His mother was sitting behind you, a brush in her hand. His hair had been dampened so it hung to his shoulders from the weight of the liquid. There were hair ties, a comb, and hairspray lined up on the table in front of him. Katsuki melted at the feeling of the brush soothingly scraping against his scalp. 

He stayed perfectly still as his mother created the part and sectioned off the hair. He didn’t move once as his mother weaved her hands through the strands. He obediently handed her hair ties when needed and shielded his face when she sprayed the hairspray. 

He would stare at himself in the mirror afterwards, amazed at the unruly blonde locks finally tamed and tied down. 

He thought about another time and the roles were reversed. 

Katsuki now sat on the sofa while his mom kneeled in front of him facing the table with the supplies neatly laid upon them. 

This time he was the one spraying down his mothers hair. He was the one brushing through. He was the one parting and sectioning the hair, and weaving the strands between his fingers. 

He couldn’t stop smiling, this time. 

These experiences he kept with him forever, even after his mother fell ill and died. Even when his father fell into depression at the loss of her. Katsuki still braided his hair, and remembered his mother. 

“Katsuki?” He heard Eijirou's voice, and was jolted firmly into the present. 

“Go wet your hair and bring me my brush and comb.” 

Eijirou beamed. 

There was no sofa this time, or table with neatly arranged supplies. This time it was his shared bed, with the man he loves sitting before him and the supplies scattered across the quilt. 

This time the hair he brushed through was bright red instead of pale blonde. When he ran his fingers through it, he knew that somehow Eijirou managed to keep his hair healthy despite the heaps of product it endures every day. 

Katsuki parts the hair in front of him perfectly down the middle. He carefully brushes the hair he’s not ready to braid yet into a pony tail, then twists it into a neat bun, tucking in all the loose hairs and flyaways. 

He takes the first section and splits it into three, and crosses them over each other in the start of the braid. Taking up a new strand with each movement. He weaves the hair together into a tight, neat pleat and ties it off on the end before starting on the next one. 

Katsuki and Eijirou sit there and work in a completely comfortable silence, only broken to ask for a hair tie, or for Eijirou to tilt his head a certain way for easier access. 

Eijirou was completely content. His eyes lulled shut as he basked in the feeling of fingers through his hair. He loved knowing that he was going to get to keep something that Katsuki worked hard on. Something he knew meant alot to his boyfriend. 

Katsuki thinks about his mother, and he thinks about Eijirou. He thinks about how things may have gone if they had the chance to meet. Mitsuki Bakugou is a hard woman to get along with, but if anyone could have managed it, it would have been Eijirou Kirishima. 

The silence continued as Katsuki quickly weaved together the strands of the second braid. He was efficient in his work, and not one hair was out of place. 

Katsuki put his hand up to shield Eijirou’s eyes as he sprayed the hairspray, and then held up a mirror so that Eijirou could see how the braids looked. 

Looking at the beam on his boyfriend’s face all Katsuki could think was, I think my mom would have liked you. 

[aakeysmash]

Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.

You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.

Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.

Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.

And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.

Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.

[hotpotatopotat]

Bakugou finds comfort in Deku's emotional support hair poof

[nuppu-nuppu]

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[lolita-lollipop]

Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

[bakubunny]

a good girl, a better idea

pairing: bakugo katsuki & kirishima eijiro x f!reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: thanks so much for 1k. to celebrate, you all asked for dilf!kiribaku x reader, submitted by @callm3senpaii.

tags: daddy!bkg; dilf!bkg; dilf!kiri; f!reader; daddy as title; age gaps (10-15 yrs); threesomes; too many pet names: princess, sweetheart, angel, baby, babygirl, babydoll, sweet girl, pretty girl, good girl; praise; spitroast; oral sex; face fucking; double penetration; anal sex; crying; creampies; unprotected sex; reader’s got a full bush

Katsuki had you on his lap. He looked sharp as hell with a fitted black turtleneck you’d insisted on him wearing just for you and a silver streak in his hair. You sat on one leg while he had his arm around you, his other hand on your bare thigh; he insisted you’d sit with him because tonight was all about you and you deserved your “throne” as he put it.

To celebrate your biggest work promotion yet, Katsuki threw you a dinner party with a mixture of your close friends and his. Joy filled the air as everyone ate and drank their fill before sprawling into the living room where you all were now.

Throughout the night, one familiar pair of crimson eyes followed you along with Katsuki’s. Ones that spoke with him in hushed tones when you were across the room, but otherwise held his infectious smile that captivated those around him. It felt a little strange, the way he made your face and thighs so warm with a playful glance, but there was no denying the flush of your cheeks.

Eijiro may have been almost thirteen years older than you, but just like your older husband, he’d aged well. Katsuki aged more like fine wine while Eijiro had grown a little rougher around the edges, his body a little softer but just as bulky and strong as ever. His laugh lines and sunspots were far more prominent and his long, shaggy red hair - now pulled back neatly into a bun - suited him well.

Unsurprisingly, Katsuki only gripped your thigh a little tighter and rubbed the small of your back when he’d noticed Eijiro staring, when he saw your blush. Maybe it was the level of trust the two friends carried, but Eijiro was the only person whose lingering gaze was not met with possessiveness and jealousy. Sure, he didn’t do much about it now in his forties as a well-known hero - a mere glance from Katsuki was enough to make anyone back off of you - but that part of him never truly faded from when he was younger. The benefits still reaped themselves for you both, though; one unreturned, heated glance from a stranger often ended with Katsuki balls deep in your cunt as he pulled your hair, with groaning and possessive kisses as he told you who you belonged to over and over….

The night dwindled down. As was his nature, Eijiro offered to help clean up once everyone had left. Chairs were pushed in, tables wiped down, dishes washed, the list went on. But as the dishwasher ran, Katsuki trapped you against the kitchen counter. He lifted your chin, admiring your face as he stroked your cheek before leaning in. Eijiro ran the vacuum in the next room as he kissed you.

You tried to pull away with someone else still in the house, but Katsuki leaned in further and deepened the kiss, a hand traveling down over your body. He lifted you onto the counter and pushed his hips between your legs as your dress slid up. Lips trailed down your jaw to your ear, down the length of your neck, and you gasped.

“Babe, stop.”

Katsuki grunted and pulled himself closer to you. His lips formed a smirk against your skin as he continued kissing and nibbling, sucking at every well known sensitive place at the crook of your neck. Your fingers tightened around the soft undercut at the nape of his neck.

“Kats, seriously,” you said, fighting a whimper in your throat.

“‘S not what ya called me last night,” he quipped.

A smile pulled at your lips and you sighed, but didn’t give him the courtesy of a response. The vacuum turned off, and you heard Eijiro approach the kitchen. You caught his gaze trailing up your legs and body with a grin; Katsuki was either oblivious or flat out ignoring him as he approached the entryway, Eijiro’s eyes locked on yours. You pushed at Katsuki to no avail, his mouth now trailing to the other side of your neck.

“Katsuki, stop.” Your breath caught as he reached a tender spot and heat rushed to your core.

“Mmm nope. Dunno who that is,” he teased.

“Eijiro’s right there,” you said.

“Then use your damn manners and ask me nicely,” Katsuki said as he groped you, dress riding up to your ass.

Heat flooded your cheeks. You leaned into Katsuki’s ear. “Daddy, please stop,” you said quietly.

“I could, maybe…” he replied. Katsuki glanced at Eijiro whose smile only grew. “But I think I have a better idea.”

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Katsuki held you in his arms, kissing and sucking marks into the side of your neck, your legs spread wide as Eijiro’s lips trailed the inside of your thigh.

“Been thinkin’ about these soft thighs all night,” Eijiro said. His fingertips dug into your flesh as Katsuki’s hands wandered your stomach and chest, groping your tits.

Eijiro groaned when he reached your cunt and pushed his face into you, inhaling the scent of the soft, curled hair before his tongue licked a stripe through the slick want between your legs. You moaned and gripped his hair when he latched onto your clit, sucking and licking the swollen bud as your hips bucked into his mouth. He slipped two fingers into your folds and curled them as he started pumping, his tongue running over your clit as waves of pleasure fell on your body. Your head fell back onto Katsuki’s shoulder with a pant.

Katsuki’s lips brushed the shell of your ear. “That feel good, princess? You like it when daddy’s friend touches you?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you whined.

“Good. You deserve it, pretty girl. Been workin’ hard. I’m so proud of you,” Katsuki said, playing with your nipples between his fingers. “Gonna take our cocks so well, I know it. Wanna see you cry and shake when we fuck you.”

His gruff voice rolled down your body and into your belly like warm honey as he continued praising you until your body trembled.

“That’s it, babydoll. Let yourself go. ‘M right here,” he said.

“Ah, fuck, gonna c-cum-” You moaned as your hips bucked and your toes curled, the perfect way Eijiro fingered your cunt pulling you over the edge.

Eijiro moaned in return as he carried you through. “Such a good girl,” he said.

“You ready to take my cock now?” Katsuki said.

Still hazy, you crawled out of his arms and onto your hands and knees on the bed. “Please.”

Katsuki got behind you with a grin.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He gave your ass a playful smack as he ran his long, thick cock along your still tender folds.

Eijiro kneeled in front of you, a mesmerizing sight as he stroked his dick, somehow having more girth than Katsuki though not as long. There was no way his cock was getting down your throat, but that wouldn’t keep you from trying.

Katsuki pushed into you from behind and you groaned. He held you by the hips as he fucked you with long, hard thrusts. A heavy pant left your lips and your knees felt weak. Your eyes rolled as Katsuki adjusted the pace, his thick length dragging along your sweet spot. He pulled up your hips, fucking you even deeper as his balls clapped against your clit, hitting a tender spot near your cervix with every thrust, shockwaves of sensation shooting over every millimeter of your skin.

Just when your head started to drift off in pleasure, Eijiro grabbed your chin, his fingers rough against your skin. He smirked down at you. “Stay with me, sweetheart.”

He slapped his heavy dick on your face, staring down at you with his gorgeous, cocky grin. It was enough to make you shudder and whimper.

“Please, Eiji? Can I suck your cock?”

“I‘ll do you one better,” he said. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours, and let me do the work.”

You cursed and held back a whine, the mere suggestion making you clench and flutter with need. With your tongue out and your eyes on his, Eijiro fed you his cock, already wet and leaking precum as you panted. He took you by the head and pushed his hips forward, tentative in thrusting at first as your spit made his length slick. Your body grew hot, the sound of your cunt getting wetter filling the room.

You pushed Eijiro off for a moment. “Just fuck my face, I can take it.”

His toothy grin grew. “Hah. You’re too damn cute.”

You opened your mouth again, but there was no gentleness when he grabbed you this time, fingers gripping your hair as he fucked your face, hitting the back of your throat over and over. Your eyes watered and rolled as he did, drool building up around your lips and pushing onto your chin. You could hardly breathe, let alone moan as Katsuki chuckled behind you. He felt you clenching hard around his cock as you got used like a ragdoll from both ends.

“You love this, don’t you, babygirl?” Katsuki said. “Love being used up and full of cock. C’mon, sweet baby, make a mess for me. I know you need to.”

Your body trembled and grew tense again as your back arched and you orgasmed, the intensity almost too much as they fucked you. You pushed Eijiro away again, gasping for air as you groaned, collapsing into the bed. Katsuki laid behind you and Eijiro took the same cue, laying in front of you as your head slowly stopped spinning, the heat of their bodies a comfort while you came down.

“Doin such a good job, angel,” Katsuki said as he kissed his way across your shoulder. You felt his still hard, wet cock brushing your ass.

“You really are. And you’re so gorgeous when you cum like that,” Eijiro added, stroking his own aching dick. “I bet you got at least one more in you, though.”

“Tch. I know you got another one in you. Isn’t that that right?” Katsuki asked.

A weak whine left your lips. “M-maybe, yeah.”

“Good. Cause I know I’m not done,” Eijiro said.

Eijiro pulled you onto his chest and lined himself up with your swollen cunt as you spread your legs around his hips. You cried out as he pushed in unexpectedly; even after Katsuki fucked a second orgasm out of you, Eijiro’s girth still stung a little. Your fingers dug hard into his shoulders as he bottomed out, a cold sweat building on your neck.

“F-fuck, you could at least tell me.”

“Why? I know you can take it,” he teased.

He slowly fucked you as your body adjusted, another tense whine falling from your lips. Eijiro pulled you in for a kiss, every part of him burning hot and overwhelming as you moaned into his mouth, the gentleness of it easing you to relax further. Katsuki grabbed your hand and kissed it as he stroked his dick. The bed shifted as Katsuki pulled lube from your nightstand and got behind you. His slick fingers massaged your ass.

You panicked for a moment. “Kats, no, ‘s too much, I can’t-”

Katsuki leaned down and kissed your neck as he hushed you. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

He pushed two fingers into your tightly puckered hole, and you moaned as he gently stretched you out. Soon enough, you were grinding your ass into his hand, asking him for more as Eijiro fucked you.

“That’s my good girl. See? You’re doing just fine,” he said.

Katsuki pulled his hand from your ass and replaced it with the swollen, angry head of his dick. There was a collective groan as he pushed the head of his cock into your ass, sliding in slowly until his hips reached yours. Just the fullness of the two of them inside you, not moving, was enough to have your head spinning. Gently and without a word, Katsuki and Eijiro started fucking you, moans and panting bubbling out of you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck-” You tried to form some kind of coherent response and failed.

“Feels good, sweetheart?” Eijiro asked. He groaned as you tightened around his cock again, nodding dumbly.

“Good.” Katsuki kissed your head.

“H-harder, please, fuck me harder,” you said breathlessly.

A moan ripped from your chest as they did, skin slapping on skin becoming audible. Heat pricked the corners of your eyes and you sobbed, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body as another climax built. You could hardly think when Eijiro reached down and rubbed your clit, his rough fingertips rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

“That’s it, take it. Wanna see you cum on our cocks,” he said.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as Katsuki lost himself in the tightnesses of your ass as he fucked you. He groaned. “Your ass is gonna make me cum, fuck. You want daddy’s cum, baby?”

“Please, daddy, n-need your cum, need you both s-so bad, fill me, please,” you pleaded.

Eijiro fucked you harder still, and your body shook again. Your vision went white as you came a third time, shuddering pleasure crashing down over your body. Eijiro groaned as the hard clench of your cunt pushed him over the edge, his cock throbbing inside you as hot cum painted your insides. Katsuki wasn’t far behind with a heavy grunt and a few sharp thrusts, filling your ass with wet heat.

Katsuki all but collapsed on top of you and Eijiro, the three of you sweaty and spent. After showering and crawling back into bed, you woke up the next morning enveloped in the heat of two familiar bodies.

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[kingkatsuki]

Could you imagine you find out that your kid is fighting with Deku’s kid when they start school together, and you end up getting a call from the school to go and pick them up.

And you’re already mad because you had to leave work early to pick them up, but they’re fighting with a kid they’ve practically grown up with. Bakugou is Godfather to Deku’s son and everything—

So you text Bakugou about it once you get home, and he texts back that he’s leaving work and coming home. And when he comes through the door you expect him to be the strict parent who is going to sit down with his daughter and teach her a lesson.

“Mum told me you were fighting at school today,” He shakes his head, and you can see the slight fear flash in your daughters eyes, even though she’s trying to keep her brave face, before his lips curl into a smile, “Did you win?”

“Katsuki!” Your eyes widen in shock as you reach out to smack your husbands arm.

[10liver]

Prince Bakugou, who was madly in love with a commoner whom lived in the town below his castle.

Prince Bakugou, who'd sneak out from his window just to find you and annoy you by bossing you around and calling you poor because he loves that angry pout you give him everytime he gets on your nerves.

Prince Bakugou, who'd make secret baskets of delicacies just to sneak past the guards and make his way over to your house and hand the basket over to you with shy grumbles that consisted of different variations of, "They tasted like garbage, and since you're a dumb commoner you deserve to eat them." Knowing damn well people would pay thousands of yen to eat something even similar to those delicacies.

Prince Bakugou, who'd fight tooth and nail just to see you again after being caught by the guards. Attempting to bark orders, even going as far to use his quirk on them with dried, frustrated tears running down his face.

Prince Bakugou, who yelled at his parents when they questioned him for being in love with a peasant.

Prince Bakugou, who brought you to his family after they finally accepted his love life, was his, and his only. Only to have his parents love and shower you with adoration and bury you in compliments about your looks and tease things Bakugou does behind his back.

Prince Bakugou, who got you a wedding ring worth 10 million yen at the age of 18.

King Bakugou, who made you his Royal Partner the moment he was coronated.

[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Your fault

pairing: bakugou katsuki/gn!reader summary: Katsuki and his attempt at proposing. word count: ~200 words contains: fluff • ao3 link

When Katsuki decides to propose to you, he wants it grand and memorable—particularly memorable. His guarantee, in case you were no longer his and some loser wanted to marry you. He needs you to remember him, to hesitate because of him. He’s selfish and knows it, but what can he do? It takes months to prepare for it. Months that turn out to be a challenge, one he’s prepared for. He’s picky and his standards have no concept of the sky being the limit. Between work and you, Katsuki searches and learns and, eventually, puts his plan into action. But, as the big day approaches, it all backfires. And it’s all your fault. If you had more restraint and stopped making his heart do all these crazy things that leave him stupid and overwhelmed, maybe then, he wouldn’t be on one knee in the middle of your shared bedroom with the sunlight warming his bare back at seven in the morning. Maybe then, he wouldn’t reach for your hand to bring it to his lips to press a loving kiss on your ring finger. Maybe then, he wouldn’t give you a look that betrays how deep his love runs before his voice, hoarse with sleep, says. “Just marry me already.”