Katsuki Bakugo X Reader - Blog Posts

—Explosive Fixation

part two.

—Synopsis: Bakugou's pride takes a massive hit when he finds himself drawn to someone outside the hero course—the best support course student he’s ever met, and the person who couldn’t care less about him. What starts as begrudging respect (and annoyance) slowly turns into something he can’t ignore. Now, if only his stupid gauntlets would stop breaking long enough for him to figure out how to deal with these frustrating, unfamiliar feelings.

—Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB + Support Course!Reader.

—Genre: Slow-burn romance, slice-of-life.

—Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, banter, RBF reader, grumpy x grumpier, miscommunication, one-sided crush, support course expertise, Bakugou struggling with feelings, Bakugou crushing on reader so hard, reader is tired of everyone's shit, reader does not take Bakugou serious AT all.

Bakugou finding himself crushing on someone from the support course? The very idea would have Bakugou ready to throw himself into an explosion, especially since you're not even in the hero course. How did this happen? You're just a regular student from the support department, not some flashy hero-in-training. Hell, you don’t even try to impress people! Bakugou's Bakugou—so why, out of all the people, is he suddenly caught up in the fact that he likes you like that?

It all started with his gauntlets, which were, as always, broken after another insane training session. This time, however, Hatsume Mei was busy with a massive backlog of orders. So, when he stormed into the support lab to demand a quick fix, Hatsume just waved him off with a nonchalant “go ask them” and pointed to you, buried under a mountain of tools and gear. You were known in the department, even beyond that. People whispered that you were better than Hatsume herself when it came to making support items, which was already wild because Hatsume was a freakin' genius. But here’s the kicker—you didn’t want the attention. You didn’t care for the praise or even the stress of constant requests for new gear. Okay, fine. Maybe you do a little. And when Bakugou, the most demanding, arrogant student in the entire school, barged into your workspace, his booming voice interrupting your flow, you quite literally did not want to put up with his shit. “Get out.” Your voice was cold, indifferent, and to the point. Bakugou had expected, well, anything else—maybe some stammering or apologies and you dropping everything and fixing his gauntlets like he demanded. But this? Definitely not this complete lack of interest. He was fuming. “Do you know who the hell I am?” he growled.

Your eyes barely flicked up from the blueprint you were studying, annoyance clear in your expression. “Yeah. And I don’t care. Get out of my workspace.”

Needless to say, Bakugou had never been kicked out of anywhere before, and the fact that you banned him from ever asking for your help? Or, more correctly, fixing his stuff? That hit harder than any villain could. When he ranted to Kirishima, expecting him to agree with how crazy you were for doing all that, Kirishima was disappointed in him—actually disappointed for screwing up such a basic request. You? You were the best at what you do, and somehow, Bakugou had managed to ruin his only chance at getting you to fix his gauntlets.

Bakugou, in classic Bakugou fashion, decides to fix his gauntlets himself. He sketched up the mechanics of his gauntlets, so how hard could it be? Turns out, really freaking hard. Not only does he botch the repair, but his malfunctioning gauntlets accidentally explode during class, damaging some of his classmates and earning him the wrath of Aizawa and everyone else. He’s pissed—at himself, at his classmates, and mostly at the fact that he can’t get those damn gauntlets fixed without swallowing his pride and asking you.

The next time he sees you, it’s different. He doesn’t storm into your workspace like last time. He’s gritting his teeth, practically seething, but he still manages to blurt out, “Sorry for bein' an asshole. Fix this… please.” It sounds like the word “please” burns his tongue, but he says it.

You stare at him for a moment, and give him a sharp scoff but take his gauntlets. As you examined them, you muttered curses under your breath about “egotistical hero course jerks” and “time-wasting nonsense.” But, despite your annoyance, you went above and beyond. You reinforced his original design, making it stronger, lighter, and more streamlined for better control. When you handed them back, they didn’t look any different on the outside, but Bakugou could feel the difference the moment he tried them on. They were perfect.

For once, he didn’t have anything to complain about.

That’s when the “crush” began creeping in—though he’d rather die than admit it. Suddenly, he found himself making excuses to come back. His gauntlets were “damaged” again because he never knew just when to stop training. His headphones were “broken” (even though they weren’t). His phone “shattered” for no reason. Every stupid thing he could think of, he brought to you, just to have another interaction.

But the funniest part? You never gave him the satisfaction of a reaction. Your resting bitch face (legendary, by the way) stayed neutral, and your voice remained flat, devoid of excitement. You rolled your eyes, cursed under your breath, and muttered sarcastic comments as you fixed whatever Bakugou brought you. If anyone pissed you off, especially Bakugou, you'd mutter high-pitched imitations of their voice while glaring out of the corner of your eye, making him feel oddly uncertain—like he was the one out of place for once.

He hated it. You were smart. You matched his freakish drive to perfect your craft. And worst of all—you looked too good. Even after explosions from Hatsume’s latest disaster left you covered in soot, your tired, messy look didn’t detract from how attractive you were. It pissed him off.

But here’s the thing—he was still a dick. Despite the fact that he’d come back over and over, pretending his gauntlets needed another fix or inventing some nonsense reason to see you, he would never admit to liking you and, so, he’d go out of his way to piss you off just because, well, he can. So, hell no. He was not falling for some support course student who barely gave him the time of day.

...Right?

That’s what Bakugou kept telling himself, anyway, even as he found himself lingering a bit too long in the lab, watching you work with laser focus, unaware of the chaos happening in his head.

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Minors DNI 🔞 ~ I’m a scaredy cat, but even I won’t deny a bike does something for me..

Biker!Bakugo who looks criminally good with his riding gear on — all custom leather, discreetly based on his hero costume, and fitted to the nines; all with a custom helmet to match.

Biker!Bakugo who makes you pass his interrogation safety test before he would even let you sit on the bike, let alone take you out on a ride.

Biker!Bakugo that upgrades you from passenger princess to what he’d dubbed “his little backpack” when he lets you ride with him the first time.

Biker!Bakugo that refuses to admit how much he loves seeing you on his bike until you surprise him with a few special pictures for his birthday.

Biker!Bakugo that buys you a custom helmet in your style, but still hides his Dynamight logo somewhere in the design.

Biker!Bakugo that has to fight for both of your lives when you decide to make a move, and rub him through his jeans while you’re riding behind him.

Biker!Bakugo who makes you promise to never do something dangerous like that while you’re riding together, but can’t stop the amused grin threatening to tug at his lips.

𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / unprotected sex / allusion to reader being on birth control / a kinda angsty situationship, they're mean to each other, etc.

your knees are planted on the mattress, legs working you up and down the length of his cock in a rhythmic bounce. katsuki's fingers dig into your hips and aid you in your movements with his strength, all while those ruby eyes are fixated on the motion of your tits. they flash up to meet your face when you ask a question.

"can you cum inside this time?"

his brows furrow briefly, and he responds resolutely with no hesitation, gaze falling back to your chest. "hell no."

you meet him with an offended scoff, disappointed in his unsatisfactory answer. "why not? you know it's safe."

"i don't care."

your irritation at his stubbornness heightens, and you need to question his reasoning. "but that doesn't make sense."

katsuki's own annoyance swells along with the strength behind his grip on you and the speed with which his hips move up to meet yours. "will you just shut the hell up?" his jaw is starting to clench, the angry shape of his brow intensifying, and he thinks he could cum if you'd be quiet; he needs to pull out—

"no! it doesn't make sense!" even as your words are jostled by the choppy airflow to your lungs, you're apparently insistent on ruining this for him.

he growls through gritted teeth. "dammit—"

fed up and frustrated, he pulls you off of him and tosses you to the side where you land on the mattress with a bounce, effectively edging himself, little to your knowledge. he's pissed and heaving and sweating, cock red and pulsing with his rapid heartbeat, equally as angry. and you're empty.

you take a moment to process the change, growing cold both physically and emotionally.

"are you serious right now?" you ask, looking over and examining him. "why are you being such a bitch?"

katsuki's staring at the ceiling, an arm resting on his forehead and somewhat blocking you from his peripheral vision. his voice is breathless and lacks fervor. this encounter is over. "fuck off. stop askin' me dumb ass questions."

you shake your head with a smile of pure disbelief. "oh my god…"

equally as irritated and returning to a frown, you sit up more properly and stonewall him in return. "okay. whatever." you quickly move to collect your clothes, throw them back on, and leave his room without another word.

he can't even manage to finish himself after that; though, still covered in your slick, he aches and leaks against his stomach for several minutes once you shut the door.

hours later, your phone buzzes with a text.

> it feels too good

it's katsuki, and you're confused. what the hell could he possibly be on about after earlier?

? <

you're left waiting a few moments for a response.

> cumming inside you > feels too good > i know i wont be able to stop

this is his explanation—his begruding, indirect apology.

he's known ever since the first time that it'll be a slippery slope if he ever indulges again, so he doesn't. but he cums to the thought of it. he always does.

ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ || bakugou x reader

bakugou hands the cashier a lingerie, "this will be all?"

"yes."

the cashier scans the barcode and bakugou pays. "heres your item, sir."

"oh no, im not taking it"

"why, sir?" the cashier responded confused.

"im paying for the lingerie my girlfriend is wearing, can't leave without paying. and im sure you wouldn't want to see the mess i've made, right?"

late night rendezvous /// katsuki bakugo

rating: 18+. minors dni.

word count: 4k+

warnings: smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, degrading, use of pet names, characters aged up to 20’s, college!au, quirkless!au, sex without condom (wrap it up), use of birth control, tummy bulges, alcohol use, afab reader, pussy and cunt are used to describe reader’s parts, kind of rough katsuki, color-coded texting used. pink is mina, orange is bakugo, red is kirishima.

this is my first time writing smut, take it easy on my fragile feelings :’) i’m trying to work on having my writing flow so bear with me.

we hit the highway 1-5-5 with my whole foot on the dash, she’s in my ear, she’s got no fear, she could care less if we crash.

“too lanky.” swipe

“all of his pictures have girls in them.” swipe.

“he’s definitely lying about being of age.” swipe.

“mina, why did you even have me download the damn app if all the guys on here don’t have your seal of approval?”

“you’re thinking too negatively! you just have persist and find that hidden gem!” you don’t know how your roommate convinced you download tinder. you guys always had a midweek dinner together, just making sure you stay caught up with each other due to your busy schedules. after a few too many glasses of wine, you had confessed to her that you hadn’t been properly dicked in a few months. the thought of going without good sex horrified your pink-haired friend and she was practically on her knees begging your to download some sort of dating/hookup app.

“mina i don’t think this was a good idea. either none of them fit your ‘good hookup’ standards or they don’t fit mine.” you threw your phone down in defeat.

“oh c’mon! you just ha-“

“if you tell me i have to look a little longer i’ll rip your tongue out and slap you with it.” you said, cutting her sentence off. she slowly closed her mouth and looked at the ground in thought. twiddling her thumbs as she did so. your own mind drifted away in thought until she suddenly jolted up off the couch.

“bakugo!” she yelled whilst jumping up and down like a cartoon character.

“huh?”

“oh c’mon! i know you’ve always thought he was attractive! your face turns that tomato red color every time you see him! plus, he’s been single for a while and I really think you two would look good together!” you looked up at her with a dumbfounded expression, blinking slowly.

“bakugo? as in katsuki bakugo? as in katsuki ‘stares daggers at anybody who isn’t you or his close friends’ bakugo?” you slowed down each word spoken as if it would sink into the pinkette’s head. you could admit that he was pretty attractive, but you and katsuki had only had a few interactions, none of them giving off “perfect hookup” vibes. in fact, the only vibes he gave off were “i hate your guys” vibes. each time it was when mina had the friend group over and you happened to either come in late or leave your room for something. she always invited you to join, but you always declined. never wanting to intrude on the little group that’s been inseparable since high school.

“i promise, babes, he’s actually super sweet in his own scary kind of way! you have to get to know him,” she grabbed you by your shoulders, “let me text kiri and see if he thinks bakugo would be down!” before you could express any disinterest, mina had already skipped along over to her room to get her phone. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow as you slumped down onto your couch. contemplating the events of the last hour, wishing you hadn’t of taken mina’s offer to buy your favorite flavor of red.

you sat on the couch for a few more minutes before mina happily ran back into the room and tore the pillow from your face. she was practically shoving her phone in your face with the brightness all the way up.

“jesus, mina, are you trying to blind me?”

“oh get over it you baby. anywho, kiri said he thinks it’s a great idea, and he’s been trying to get bakugo out there again, so he’s gonna try to talk him into it!” she let out a little squeal as she shook her empty hand back and forth wearing the widest smile on her face.

“yay?” you replied, a little apprehensive, but also just trying to fake some excitement.

“don’t sound too happy, babes, you’ll piss your pants in enthusiasm.” her voice dripped with sarcasm and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i’m sorry, meens, i’m just nervous! your friends are scary and you’re trying to set me up with the scariest one!” you thought about the times you’ve encountered her friend group. all of them (excluding bakugo) had always been super friendly and inviting towards you and even encouraged you to join them if mina tried inviting you to hang out. the sheer size of all of them intimidated you the most, all of them towering over you and most of them were built from years of weight training. kirishima was the biggest, with huge muscles that always seemed to be flexed, even if he was relaxing. bakugo coming in a close second. the difference between the two was kirishima was always outgoing and friendly and bakugo was…

well, he was just not.

it seemed like he always made a point to glare at you. barely ever speaking a word if you happened to come across him in the kitchen or in the hall where the bathroom was. only brushing your shoulder as he walked past you or muttering a “tch.” if you accidentally bumped into him, even if it was his fault you two collided.

that’s why you were shocked when kirishima told mina he had actually talked bakugo into hanging out at your apartment with you.

just the two of you alone.

alone.

the thought loomed over your head for the next week. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. it’s not like it was that serious or you actually wanted it to work out. it was just simply hanging out to watch a movie or two. it’s not like you admired his toned body every time you bumped into him in your little apartment, taking in the way he smelt sweet like burnt sugar.

watching the way his shirt would lift when he grabbed something from the top of the pantry and you got to peek at his toned stomach and the little v-line that disappeared in his sweats.

the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

you definitely didn’t see him in that way.

when the night finally came, you were a nervous wreck. you tried to hide how nervous you were, but mina saw right through your little facade.

“you are going to be absolutely fine. if you need anything, i’m turning my phone off do not disturb for you, so don’t be afraid to call or text.” she lightly applied some makeup to your face, just enough to enhance your features. she dressed you in a tennis skirt and a tight graphic crop top. not too unusual for stuff you’d usually wear out, but not something her friends had ever seen you in.

“don’t make me feel too special now. you never turn your phone off DND for anybody.” she stretched the skin around your left eye to apply some eyeliner.

“you know I love you babes. you’re my best freaking friend! now shut the fuck up so I don’t mess this up.” she swatted at you and you tried your best to contain your laughter as she finished up. afterwards, the two of you couldn’t contain your fits of giggles.

before she left the apartment, she stuffed some condoms into the drawer on the side table. “just in case” she told you. she reassured you once more that you looked amazing and that the date would go fine.

date. a little word currently giving you so much anxiety. you made your way to your smaller couch closer to the door to wait on bakugo and try to clear some of the negativity from your head.

a few minutes after she left, you heard a slightly aggressive knock on your door. before opening it, you smoothed out any wrinkles in your skirt and admired yourself in the small mirror you kept hanging near the door. a second, more aggressive, knock scared you out of your trance and you finally gripped the knob and opened the door.

bakugo was leaning against the railing across from your door and you had to admit, this man looked damn fine.

he wore a simple outfit. black jeans, white tee, and a black bomber jacket. his undercut looked as if he gelled it to look more uniform, a gesture that made your heart flutter. an outfit like this usually wouldn’t affect you much, but knowing that a man with a body that looked like it was carved by michelangelo himself was wearing it made your core buzz to life.

“hey.” you said, trying to not sound as desperate for him as you felt and gesturing for him to come inside.

“hey.” he replied dryly, pushing past your body to come inside. this time though, his hands found your waist as he moved you aside so he could fit in the doorframe. any doubts you had about maybe wanting to take your chance and fuck this man melted away. any denial about your blossoming feelings for the man also gone. you became a woman determined to get in the blonde’s pants.

you shut and locked your door and quickly told him to make himself at home and gave him the remote to pick the movie. his fingers lingered on your hand a little longer than they should’ve.

“d’ya want a drink?” you asked, making your way to your small kitchen and pulling out the ingredients to make yourself one. hoping some liquid courage would calm your nerves and be a good excuse in case bakugo didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“yeah you can whip somethin’ up for me. kirishima told me that mina said you have some bartendin’ experience.” he looked over his shoulder at you and flashed you a smirk. there was no doubt about it, this man was confident.

“that i do,” you smiled back at him, “so you’ve been asking about me, eh?” you joked, pouring together various liquids. so far, you were finding it relatively easy to converse with the blonde on your couch. mentally cursing yourself for having to admit that mina was right about him.

you decided to make yourself a simple mixture of pink whitney and lemonade. you made him a whiskey sour, remembering mina asking you to make one real quick after he and his last girlfriend had broken up and the group was due to come at any minute to cheer him up. she told you it was his favorite.

“how’d you know, huh?” he asked as you handed him the glass.

“i have my ways, besides, a magician never reveals her secrets.” you gave him a wink as you sat next to him on the couch. he had picked some netflix show that you never got the name of, mainly because as the night went on and the drinks kept coming, you found each other engrossed in conversation. hopping from one subject to the next and finding out you have a lot of similar interests. eventually, his jacket came off and was draped over the back of the couch. leaving his toned, muscular arms on display and ready to be eyefucked by you.

“no way! i would’ve never pegged you as a drummer!”

“believe it, sweets. what? pinky never told you?” the hand he had tracing circles on your exposed thigh did not go unnoticed. neither did the pet name. you’ve been practically drilling since you sat down next to him. unsure of if you’re actually this attracted towards him or just severely depraved of any action.

“truth be told, she never goes into too much detail about you. probably because you terrify me.” he furrowed his perfect brows at you.

“terrify you?” his hand moved up your thigh some more, your core that had ached since the moment he stepped in your house now screaming for something, anything. a damp patch starting to grow on your panties.

“oh come on, there’s no way you don’t recognize how intimidating you can be. especially since you’re a huge guy,” you gripped his bicep to try to and show him what you’re talking about, but you also just wanted an excuse to touch him. you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned into a smile or that his hand had moved to your waist, “plus, you’re always staring at me in such a mean looking way. could’ve had me convinced that you hate me.”

“hate you?” he started to lean in.

“yeah.” you leaned in to him too.

“‘m not sure if it’s just the alcohol talking, but i’m more than willing to show you just how big of a guy i am. i’ll show you i don’t hate you, just thought you were so fuckin’ sexy and didn’t know how to tell you.” the two of you were as close to each others faces that you could be without physically touching. your breaths fanning over his face and his to yours. his breath smelled like spearmint gum mixed with liquor.

“it’s definitely not the alcohol talking for me, wanted you since the moment you walked in.” and with that you finally closed the gap. making out with the huge blonde in the middle of your living room. hands running up and down each others bodies. yours making themselves at home in his blonde locks and his moving between groping your tits and ass, the movements making you moan into his mouth. suddenly, he pulled himself back. you gave bakugo a confused look.

“should we talk about this first? we’re both not completely there, y’know.” it startled you when he pulled away. it startled you even more when the caring words left his mouth. the gesture of wanting to make sure you weren’t taking advantage of each other while you both had alcohol in your system making you melt into his hands.

“no. i know i wan’ you, plus, im beginning to sober up.” you dove back in, but this time your lips found comfort in his neck. leaving soft kisses and nips on his sensitive skin while he tried to suppress the groans threatening to erupt from his chest. your hands found the hem of his shirt and started tugging it up. he took the hint and pulled his shirt off and throwing in behind the couch. letting you see his chest in all of its glory. any qualms the two of you may of had seemingly disappearing once his shirt was gone. he had a few blonde hairs on his chest and beautiful, tanned skin. his abs could compare to any body builder.

“y’know starin’s fuckin’s rude right, angel?” he grabbed your wrists and brought them to his chest. letting your fingers roam his nude upper half. you pinched and squeezed at his body, paying some extra attention to his nipples. the feeling of you touching his body was already becoming too much and a groan finally escaped his lips. “stop fuckin’ teasin’ me and lemme take your shirt off.”

you removed yourself from his chest and raised your arms, allowing him to take off your top. he moved his fingers slowly, delicately as if he were trying to give himself a show and savor every bit of your skin that was revealed as he pulled your shirt up. he was surprised to see that you had foregone a bra.

“such a dirty fuckin’ slut. so desperate for cock that you couldn’t even keep yourself decent.” he squeezed at your chest and took one of your nipples in his mouth. his wet tongue running circles over it again and again. he drank up the moans that left your mouth and you arched your back, making your chest press into him more and threw your head back.

“fuck bakugo!” you yelped out. you unconsciously started grinding your hips down onto his growing bulge. the arousal starting to leak through your panties and leaving a damp patch on the dark denim of his jeans. he moaned around your nipple at the contact, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight down to your core.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty y’know that?” he said as he released your nipple from his mouth, replacing it with his hands once more. his hands were rough and calloused, but felt oh so good on your aching body. “i would’ve gotten you outta your clothes ages ago if i knew how desperate you needed it.”

“oh yeah?” you said, breathlessly, “then show me how pretty you think i am.” katsuki’s stubbornness came to your advantage when you challenged him. you knew from nights where him and the group would play mario kart on your tv that he wasn’t one to back down and he certainly wasn’t one to lose. he finally let his hand slide under your skirt on grab ahold of your perfect peachy ass.

you kept your body moving back and forth on his. one of his hands rested lazily on your hip while the other gripped at your ass and moved you at an almost impossible pace on him. he removed the hand that was kneading your ass and moved it to your aching clit. using some of his fingers to push your panties to the side and using another to run his finger up and down your soaked slit whilst you still continued grinding into him. he let you coat his finger before bringing it back up to eye level.

“look at how fuckin’ wet you are f’me.” he twisted his finger to let the slickness catch the light. the tip of the finger started to prune because of the wetness. you were already started to approach orgasm from the rough grinding, but the sight of him admiring your arousal on his finger sped the process up. your hips starting to move even faster against him and he placed the finger in his mouth. moving his tongue up and down in a dramatic showcase just for you. slurping up any of your juices that dared to drip from his index with a wicked grin on his face.

the sight of him in combination with the rough grinding on your clit was enough to make the coil inside your stomach unravel. the pressure that had been steadily building for so long finally had you releasing a clear liquid all over his now ruined jeans. you threw your head into his shoulder as your body shook from such an intense orgasm. bakugo moving his hand down to rub you clit through your panties as you released a few more spurts of liquid.

“fuck, you just squirt f’me? just from some dry humpin’? you really are such a desperate slut.” he turned his head to whisper in your ear and his words made you start to gush again. he pushed your thighs back to give him some room to unbutton his pants and free his achingly hard cock from its confines. you had to admit, everything about him really was big. he wasn’t as long as some that you’ve had before, but boy was he thick. you eyed the vein the ran under his cock and his angry, red tip with a pearl of pre just waiting for you to suck.

you started to make your way out of his lap and down to the floor, but he grabbed your thighs and settled you back where you were resting before.

“you don’t want me to give you head?” you asked, quizzically.

“no, just fuckin’ need to get inside you.” he pushed your panties to the side once more.

“but baku-“

“don’t fuckin’ call me that after you squirted all over me. just call me katsuki.” you took ahold of your panties as he ran his cock up and down your wetness, lubing himself up. he lined himself up with your slippery entrance and grabbed your hips to keep you from slamming down onto him, you wanted this just as much as he did and you practically cried trying to throw yourself down onto him.

“please fuck me katsuki!” your eyes started filling with frustrated tears as you wiggled. your hips over him, trying to get some friction.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that, angel.” he gave you a devilish smirk and raised his hand to wipe some of the tears that dripped from your lashes.

you were desperate and willing to pull out all the stops to get what you wanted.

“fuck me daddy please i need you so fucking badly.” you didn’t even comprehend the words you were saying, so hellbent on getting him inside you. you watched his ruby eyes somehow darken even more with ravenous arousal.

“say that shit again.”

“fuck me daddy?” you said in a more confused than begging tone. the grip he had on your hips was so tight you were sure bruises would be left as he thrusted into your warm and inviting walls. the stretch of having him was so deliciously good that you either didn’t have any pain or it was easily overlooked. one of his hands found his face as he laid his head back on the couch. the sight of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself down on him was almost too hot to handle.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss and you roughly bounced up and down on his length. your tongues dancing together and his thighs beginning to flex from the pleasure of having you on him.

“fuck yeah baby uh throw that ass back on me. wish i could fuckin’ see it. fuck this cock shit fuckin’ use my body.” a harsh slap landed on your ass as he hiked your skirt up around your waist. making sure nothing could impede his perfect view. he loved watching his cock appear and disappear in in your tight folds. he used on his hands to spread your lips apart and get a good look at your glistening clit, the sight making him audibly groan. the lewd moans leaving your lips were loud enough for the neighbors to start pounding their fists on the other side of the wall.

“ignore them. jus’ wanna fuck you.” you said, voice barely above a whisper and tainted by strings of moans that kept leaving your body. his hips had now started to snap upwards into you. every time you bounced down on him, he fucked upwards causing his cock to reach impossibly deep in you. he put one of his hands over your belly and almost came just from the feeling of being able to feel himself deep in your guts.

“look at the way this pussy just sucks me in, you fuckin’ love it… you love the way i fuck this sweet pussy.. shit shit shit.” katsuki’s words shooting straight to your throbbing cunt and making you ride him and an impossible pace. the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your juices fills your apartment and echos off the walls. your moans and his rough grunts somehow making the two of you even hornier. just two college kids with sex hormones going insane.

you really lost it when he leaned over and let a fat amount of spit slide off his tongue and onto the base of his cock before you slid down on him again. the added lube helping bring you closer to your second orgasm of the night. your pussy fluttering and clenching down on him.

“fuck, you’re close aren’cha? wanna cum on this cock? i wanna know what it feels like to have you cum around me.” his words causing the familiar burning sensation in your stomach to come back for a second time. one of his hands come down to roughly rub your clit and your nails start to dig into the junction where his neck and shoulders meet. sweat was causing his blonde hairs to stick to his forehead and his abs glisten.

“fuck yes mark me baby. wan’ everyone to know i’m fuckin’ yours.” his thumb rubbed your swollen clit at what felt like a near impossible pace and you know you were close to snapping once more.

“god fuck me daddy… fuck me daddy… fuck me daddy i need to cum around your cock! i need to feel you fill me up!” for the second time this night his eyes filled with carnal desire as he started relentlessly fucking into you once more. babbling in his pussy drunk state about how good you feel around him and how good he’s gonna fill you. words fall on deaf ears as your second orgasm overtakes you so hard that white flashes over your eyes and squeal at a deafening pitch. you grip his blonde locks as your long awaited release leaks down his thighs and onto the couch.

“that’s it baby. paint this cock with your cum. fuck i don’ know if i can last much longer.”

“jus’ fucking cum for me katsuki please, i need it so bad daddy please. god… fuck!” his pace never faltered, even though your pussy tried to force him out as you came. he just kept fucking up into you, desperate to let go.

“fuck fuck baby m’ gonna cum, gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good baby. take it fuckin’ take it all…. you on birth control? he whined in your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder completely fucked out. you managed to lift up a bit just to nod your head yes to his question. with your granted permission, his hips started to slightly falter and with a few more rough thrusts, he released his hot seed into your abused cunt. he threw his head back in ecstasy as he came so much it spilled out of you. you threw your hips onto him a few more times before he had to grab you to stop.

“fuckin’ hell angel are you tryin’ to kill me?” he said through breathless pants, shooting a tired smile at you. you smiled back at him with hazy eyes. it was clear you were both exhausted from the nights activities. in the room’s quietness, you heard him chuckle.

“what’s so funny hot-shot?” you looked up at him, confused.

“the screen, ain’t that fuckin’ classic.” he started laughing again as you turned over your shoulder to see netflix’s “are you still watching?” screen light up your living room. you couldn’t help laughing a bit too. after the laughing had ceased, the two of you remained in an embrace as he gently lifted you up and slid his now soft cock out of you.

he stroked your hair as you started to let sleep overtake you. bakugo didn’t mind. he thought your tired/fucked-out face was the most adorable sight to see.

“mmm ‘night katsuki.” your words came out slurred because of your sleepiness.

“g’night baby.” he heard you start to lightly snore against his chest. he continued petting your hair and rubbing your back, content with having you rest atop him. mina wasn’t supposed to come back until morning, so he didn’t have to worried about you guys getting caught naked with his limp dick still out.

he played on his phone for about ten minutes until he felt it vibrate. he looked at the top notification panel and saw it was his group message on snapchat that he sometimes dreaded being apart of. he slid open the chat and saw that it was kirishima that had texted.

hey man, how’s it goin between you 2?

it’s going fine. she’s sleeping right now.

well?

well what?

did you do it??????

are you fucking 12? just say sex.

is that a yes?

bakugo knew they knew the answer. they messed with denki the same way last time they knew he got laid. deciding to play into their little game, he pulled up the camera on snapchat while the group chat began to buzz to life as sero and kaminari also started typing. he angled the camera so none of your privates were seen, but enough so they got the point. he rested his large hand under your skirt and on your asscheek as he clicked the circular button to take the picture. neither of your faces visible, but his bare thighs and your bare back could be seen. he sent the picture and went back into the chat and started typing.

this answer your fucking question?

⋆｡°✩ "our first kiss!" where reminiscing about your first kiss causes trouble

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Ejirou Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Hanta Sero

☆ K. Bakugou

☆ D. Kaminari

☆ E. Kirishima

☆ I. MIdoryia

☆ H. Sero

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hope you enjoyed ✰ .ᐟ

⋆｡°✩ "tf do you want?" where a prank goes wrong (right...?)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Ejirou Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Hanta Sero

☆ K. Bakugou

☆ D. Kaminari

☆ E. Kirishima

☆ I. Midoriya

☆ H. Sero

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hope you enjoyed ✰ .ᐟ

Are they affectionate?

Izuku

I’d say a average amount of affection is given in your relationship.

He enjoys hugs & kisses as much as the next person, but I think his favourite is holding hands.

He just finds in very comforting and sweet.

It’s a small gesture so he doesn’t get too flustered when it happens unlike with kisses & hugs.

Also enjoys when you cling to his arm, kinda like a koala.

I think he’s a mix of physical affection, and acts of service 

Katsuki

It changes over time

At the start of your relationship, most of your affection is when your alone together bc he likes his privacy

Cheek kisses and side hugs are his favourite

But as the relationship goes on he starts getting more affectionate in public

Small things like pressing your shoulders together or holding pinky’s

I think he likes words of affirmation 

Shoto

Poor thing doesn’t really know how to show affection so your taking the lead here

He really likes when you run your fingers through his hair

When your further in your relationship he starts to take to lead

Coming up behind you to hug you from behind his one of his favourites

Gently brushing your hands together

I think of him more as a acts of service kinda guy

Kirishima

Loooves affection!

At the start he always asks before he touches you cuz that’s super manly.

Putting your hand to his chest

Cuddling while watching a movie

When your more comfy with each other he love picking you up and spinning you around when y’all hug

His love language is def physical touch

Heyyyyyyy sorry i disappeared again, merry late Christmas and happy New Year 

Baby

Summary: Katsuki finds out something new about you and about himself

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI! Major daddy kink, babying, gn!reader, unlocking new kink, major praise kink, slight degradation, rough sex turning into sweet soft slow sex, slight insecurity, fwb situation, slight emotional intimacy, allusions to cockwarming, slight mentions of a subspace, short drabble.

Word Count: 800+

"Ya like that, my good little slut?" he groans in your ear as his hips pummel your insides. He set a punishing pace right at the beginning, your body pushing and pulling along the sheets at the intensity. You find it hard to do anything but whine as his hips smack against your ass, his chest pressed into your back. Your fingers twist into the sheets, your face rubbing into the material in a pathetic attempt to muffle your exceedingly pathetic moans. You grasp at your pillow, pulling it to your chest as Katsuki's cock reaches deeper inside you, and your bite down on it as the word bubbles up in your throat.

You wanna say it. You want to, but you can't. You just know that he'd hate it. But as his dick pokes at the special spot inside you, it slips out anyway.

"Daddy!"

The world stops as your world stills, his cock halfway inside you mid-thrust. You fucked up. You know you did. You know that this arrangement was just for sex; a means of relieving stress for the both of you. You crossed the line. You fucked up.

He doesn't move an inch, his hardness leaving you feeling half-empty. Your shoulders tense the longer he goes without moving, without speaking. It may only be a few seconds, but it feels like hours of deafening silence. You can't manage to stop yourself from letting the tears silently slip down your cheeks, tremors passing through your body with the effort of holding back sobs.

After a tense moment, his quirk-heated hands smooth between your shoulder blades before he grasps your shoulder, turning you over slowly. In your humiliation, you drag the pillow with you, burying your face in the plush material as you're brought onto your back. You know you seem ridiculous, childish even, but you can't look him in the eye.

"Come out, my pretty baby," he says, his voice dripping over you like melted butter. The shock of hearing him so soft is enough to overwhelm your embarrassment. Pulling the pillow down your face enough to reveal your wide eyes, you look up at your partner. His expression is one that you'd never seen on the tough pro-hero before. Gone is his signature smug smirk, instead a soft grin takes its place. Quirk-softened digits delicately brush over your temple, smoothing at the wrinkles in your forehead. "There you are, my perfect baby. Need Daddy to take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. You definitely weren't expecting that.

His hips pick back up, the pace lazy, movements packed with power instead of speed. It leaves your mouth hanging open, each long thrust into you punching the air from your lungs and the pitiful whines from your throat. He moves onto his side, pulling you with him and tucking you into his chest as you both lay next to each other, facing one another. His palm glides over your thigh, maneuvering your leg over his hip as he continues his leisurely pace. Katsuki pulls the pillow clutched between your hands away, silently encouraging you to hold onto him instead. You do, hooking your arms under his arms and gripping at his shoulders. Your face buries into his chest, your mind slipping into a smaller headspace as the blond coos sweetly and pets your hair.

"Oh, my pretty little thing. Such a good baby. My baby. So, so perfect." You release a breathy whine, your body thrumming with the rare praise. The explosive blond always had such an affinity for nasty words, his tongue sharper than anyone you'd met before. You never knew he was capable of catering to your smaller side. You needed the affirmation, but never asked, afraid to ruin whatever was between you both. But if you had known that his words would set you alight like this, would would've called him 'daddy' a long time ago.

Katsuki peppers kisses and nips all over your face as he continues his unhurried pace. His arms cradle you to his chest, the embrace itself feeling more intimate than when he was brutally plunging his cock into you. That thought alone has you letting go in a breathy gasp, the sudden release causing you to clench down on him. It triggers Katsuki's orgasm and he spills into you. You're filled up by him, his spend swimming in your stomach and warming you up. And when the last ropes of cum flood your insides, he doesn't pull out. Instead, he pecks your sweaty forehead, trailing chaise kisses to your closed eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally, your lips. He parts only a breath away, the tip of his nose tracing patterns into your skin as you both catch your breath.

"You did so well, baby," he whispers, his voice barely there. "Rest now. Daddy'll take care of you." His thick arms curl around you, dwarfing you in his hold as he curls up around you, his softening cock plugging you up still. It's perfect. It's everything you wanted.

Sorry for the short drabble, but I was in the mood for some sweet, slow, intimate sex from my favorite explosive blond.

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Crybabies

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!reader x Izuku Midoriya

Summary: Bakugo gets his two favorite crybabies on their knees for him.

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), dacryphilia, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!reader established relationship, polyamory, slight dom/sub dynamics, spitting, brat-tamer!Bakugo, name calling/pet names (babydoll, babygirl, brat, nerd), slight degradation, slight praise, slight asphyxiation, rimming, overstimulation(?), short one-shot, let me know if I forget anything, and enjoy! Please remember to reblog so I continue to have the motivation to post these 🙏🏼😁

Word Count: 700

"Cute, isn't she?" Katsuki questioned lowly in Izuku's ear. Izuku flinched at the sound of his voice coming behind him, and the green-haired boy jumped, flushing like he'd just been caught red-handed...which he had been, essentially. He'd been caught staring at you, someone who wasn't his to stare at.

You were Katuski's.

Izuku only stammered, uttered false denial. A quirk-heated hand landed heavily on his shoulder, stalling his stuttering. Izuku fell silent and stared skeptically at the smirk on Katsuki's face. He looked back at you, eyes twinkling at the smile on your face. "She's so pretty when she smiles. One of the best views in the world."

"Kacchan, I didn't-"

"One of the best views." Katsuki leaned in close, his front pressing into Izuku's back, their cheeks barely brushed as hot breath fanned his skin, and a whisper tickled his ear. "But I really prefer it when she's crying." The chill that shot up Izuku's spine riddled goosebumps over his entire body, his chest heaved and his eyes lidded. Katsuki put such a nice image in his head. He could practically taste the salty substance off your skin as he pictured your adorable cheeks splotchy and wet, bulging with a cock in your mouth.

Yeah, he'd like to see you crying, too.

Funnily enough, Katsuki was picturing Izuku in that exact same position. That thought alone prompted the question, "Wanna see?" to tumble out of Katsuki's lips. Which was how the three of you ended up in such a situation.

Izuku has always loved your smile, but Kacchan was right, you were breathtaking while you were crying and on your knees. But so was Izuku. And Katsuki had the best view of all. You and Izuku both looked so, so pretty on your knees just for him, his cock being sucked and kitten-licked by his two favorite crybabies. Oh, he could get used to watching you both making out with his fat dick between your lips. It was addicting. And who knew that Deku had such a magical tongue? Or that those rough scars littering his thick hands would feel so good while rolling his heavy balls.

"I think that Deku has earned a treat," he said, his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you off of him. Your mouth reluctantly released his cock but not without a defiant whine tumbling out of your lips. Katsuki chuckled. "Don't worry, little brat, your slutty mouth will be filled up soon enough. But I'm not really sure you deserve it with this kind of attitude. What do you think, nerd? Does she deserve to choke on your dick?"

Deku hummed on his cock, the vibrations sent tremors through Katsuki's body, his thighs flexing. Katsuki ran his fingers through his green curls, gently eased him off. Deku gasped, his tears shining alongside his spit. "Hmm? What's your answer?"

"Please, Kacchan!" He practically whined. "She'll be such a good girl! She'll earn it!" If Katsuki thought that his tears were beautiful, then his wrecked voice begging Katsuki so sweetly was ethereal.

"Such good manners, Deku!" He petted Izuku's head which the green-haired man nuzzled into. His fingers tightened in your hair and you whined. "Didn't even have to teach him. You could learn from Deku, babydoll." When you rolled your eyes playfully, Katsuki's fingertips were instantly sinking into your cheeks, pouting out your lips, your mouth puckered.

"C'mon, now, little brat. Don't go making a liar outta Deku when he just said that you deserved a prize. You gonna behave like he said you would?" Your squished face could barely move enough to nod in his grip. His fingers dug deeper, opening your mouth a little wider before his saliva coated your tongue. He was a bit more gentle as he made his next command: "Don't swallow." You nodded in understanding as he nudged your body down. You're laid out on your stomach between Izuku's spread knees. His chest heaved at the sight. Your tongue let Katsuki's spit trail off and drip onto Izuku's angry, red mushroom head. He shivered and jerked at the feeling, fresh tears sprung from his eyes as he moaned out.

"Shit, love how vocal you are," Katsuki groaned. Izuku looked up at Katsuki with his big, glassy eyes, his shiny, swollen lips turned up in a wobbly smile. Kacchan's hand pushed back his messy emerald curls, he wanted a better view of his glistening eyes that fluttered as you started to trail kitten licks down his shaft. The gasp that rippled tremors through his body had both you and Katsuki moaning at the sound.

"Get him ready for me, baby girl," Kacchan said, which caught both of his pretty little crybabies off guard. After a moment of hesitation, you grasped the intentions of his words and you got to work while your tongue trailed further down. That had Deku reeling: his hips jerked, his back arched, his head had thrown back as you licked at his puckered hole. If only Katsuki had a camera.

The sight alone was too much that when the breathy whines left Izuku’s lips, Katsuki couldn’t take it anymore and harshly gripped the back of Izuku’s head, pushes his hot, wet mouth down onto his cock so he could release deep in his throat with a grunt after a few thrusts. Izuku couldn’t breath with his nose pressed into Katsuki’s bush at the base of his cock, but he didn’t care to either. He was high off the asphyxiation, the lightheadedness only worsened when your fingers wrapped tightly around his cock again, while your little tongue poked so sweetly into him. His cum shot out without warning and splattered over your face and his stomach. You scooped a bit of the cum off your face and fingered it into the hole you’d been working before using the rest to swirl over your swollen little clit, moaning while you wrapped your lips around his sensitive cock head again.

When his balls were finally drained and his breathing slowed Katsuki couldn’t help but twitch at the sight before him. He chuckled at the red that coated Izuku’s face down to his chest. He couldn’t tell if it was post-orgasmic glow or the asphyxiation setting in over Deku’s face, but it had him hard again in seconds. He let Izuku off of himself with a pop and Deku fell to lay on his back against the carpeted floor. His entire body twitched and slumped again and again as he weakly pushed at you who still sucked at his spent cock.

Katsuki wasn’t a very patient guy. Nor was he a very forgiving guy. So when the opportunity arose, he took it. That included payback for the nerd staring at his girl. Deku might’ve earned himself a spot in his relationship, and it might have worked out in the best situation for Katsuki, but that damn nerd still gaped at what was his. Kacchan was a cruel man at times, this being one of them as he let you keep working the poor overstimulated man to the point of going stupid. He didn’t allow you to let up until Izuku was cumming down your throat before he dragged you off. You were pushed onto your back, your body held down by the thick hand against your sternum. At the same time, Katsuki was busy manipulating Izuku’s body onto his hands and knees, his mouth instantly being pressed into your neglected bundle of nerves.

Deku wasn’t getting a break. But he didn’t seem to mind as his tongue made lazy work of circling your clit and running the tip of the muscle up and down your slit. Katsuki came up behind him, a finger prodded at the spit-slicked hole, which sent Izuku retreating in surprise, pushing more into your cunt. Kacchan chuckled before pressing two of his fingers into the other man’s tight hole, groaning at the resistance from his digits entering the ring of muscle. And suddenly Deku found his energy again as he pushed back against the fingers, his tongue worked faster. Katsuki tapped the fat head of his dick onto Izuku’s entrance a couple times before his fingers sunk into the meat of the cheeks and spread him open, his dick finally sinking slowly into the tight cavity he’d been dreaming about. The sound that was ripped from Izuku's lips reverberated through your sensitive cunt, causing your back to arch into his mouth. Katsuki's hips snapped against Izuku's slowly, and he grunted at the grip around him.

After a few deep strokes, Kacchan's hand reached out and wrapped his hand around Deku's throat, pulled his back flush against his chest, and fastened his pace. The room filled with loud, lewd squelching, skin slapping, and near-screams that echoed off the walls. As Katsuki pounded into his body, the blonde grasped his dick in his hand, and tugged at him firmly, and lips messily peppered open-mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck. You couldn't help but groan at the steamy sight, your fingers circled around your swollen clit.

"Look at her," Katsuki whispered hotly into his ear, it sent a shiver down Izuku's spine. His lidded eyes fell onto you, and his mouth ran dry at the sight. "She's been waiting for this, y'know. Wanted your cock, wanted to share you with me..." A groan rumbled in his chest as he listened and watched you writhe and gasp in front of them while your fingers worked quickly over your little bundle of nerves. Izuku couldn't take it anymore and leaned forward, dragged you closer by your thighs, and lined himself up with your slit as Katsuki kept pounding away at him. The moment the two of you connected, your eyes sprung with tears. Fuck, what a pretty sight. Both men had that same thought while they stared at you getting split in half on the thick cock. "Make her cry, Deku." Their hips picked up their pace: Katsuki's hips rocking into Izuku's while Izuku smashed into you and your hips bucked up to meet Izuku's. Moans and whines and whimpers bounced off the walls, and it brought the three of you closer and closer to your collective release. You were the first to fall apart when your boyfriend reached past Izuku to circle his thumb over your little button. The grip your weepy cunt had on Deku sent him over the edge, and he threw his head back onto Kacchan's shoulder while his ass was being pumped into. The sight, the sounds, the tears falling from both of your eyes finally caused the blonde to fill the green-haired hero's hole with his cum.

Yeah, there was no way Katsuki was ever going to let go of his two favorite crybabies.

Little something from my drafts since im too packed with school work to write something cool <\3

You met Katsukis parents before, of course you did. They invite you to dinner all the time. And at first, Katsuki didnt mind, hell, he loved that his parents like you and invite you over! But now? He hates it. You're probably wondering why? It's nothing you did, dont worry. Its beacuse of that stupid book his mom made a few years back. He knew that she still had this book, but he never thought she would show every single page to you. He almost died when he came back from the bathroom to see you and his mother looking at all the embarrassing photos and stories from "Katsuki memory"

Now he needs to live knowing you saw little him in his hero pajamas, little him holding hands with 'stupid Deku', all his primary school photos... He almost cried when he realised you saw all this.

"Oh Tsuki! I forgot to tell you! Your mom invited us to dinner again!"

Fucking hell.

"What the fuck are you doin?" Katsuki just woke up, glancing to the clock, noticing its still really late. He rolled around with a soft huff to look at you. "Nothing Kats, go back to sleep." He heard you answer softly, closing his eyes again, still sleepy. Meanwhile you - Nail polish in one hand while the the other softly grabbed his rough one - trying to see if the demage from him turning around destroyed your work. Humming softly trying to make your already doozing off boyfriend to fall into his 'deep sleep state' again, you opened your nail care kit, looking for a color that will match yours. Taking out what you need and putting the kit on your bed side table, you got back to work.

Of course, he needed to throw a fit the second he woke up to see his nails done, all shiny and and all that.

But its hard to take his fit seriously after seeing him wear them proudly, Threatening anyone who made any comment about them <3

Bakugou having a soft spot for his gf

Its not like you two told everyone youre dating, one day you just decided to start a relationship after long time of dancing around eachother. There was no big announcement to your friends that now you date Katsuki, but you also didnt hide it either. If someone asked you whats going on with you two, you would answer honestly, and you think Kats would do the same.

But Its not like anyone would ask, even if they are not 100% sure, they can see all the signs.

They see how his angry look becomes soft the second you enter the room, how all his attention is on you when you say or do something in the common area. He even shares his spicy ramen with you! And dont get me started on the movie nights with bakusquad, how he lets you rest your head on his arm, going completely motionless when he realize youre asleep. Only barking at the rest to "shut the hell up" when they are to loud, ignoring the teasing from his friends. Oh and the little, almost not visible smirk appearing on his face when you ran up to him, all happy and proud of yourself after you won the training match, giving you a quick pat on the head and a "good job" making you smile even more. Also the little sleepovers in your room? Mina still cant stop laughing when she remembers Bakugou sitting on your bed, watching a movie with you while you apply a face mask on him 😭..

Yeah, you dont need to tell them youre dating. The actions speaks for you two <3

I remember reading Bakugou x Tomuras little sister reader fanfic when I was younger and I just cant get this trope out of my head now :((((

! Tiny bitsy spoiler about the UA traitor !

!Fem reader!

Imagine your Tomuras younger sibling, taking care of Lovs buissnes from behind the scene. Making sure missions went right, helping your master with nomu production and and recruiting new members to the league. You liked your role. You liked your life. Even though it was full of blood and violence from an early age. Because you had your brother. And he had you. He could be cold and cruel around others, but whenever you were alone, he was the most caring older brother you could ever have. Whenever you had some free time, you watched movies together, played games, and talked... Like a normal family.

Everything changed when the main league team was formed and AFO decided to send you to UA. You were supposed to make sure the traitor you sent there didnt turn on you. Easy job, really.

That's what you thought.

Making friends at UA was easy. No wonder, since you've been practicing adapting your personality to a given person all your life. Considering what work you did outside of UA on a daily basis. There was only one- well, two issues that you had with the whole mission.

One, you practically don't see your brother now. In the morning until the afternoon you are at school and then you fulfill your duties in the league. There is no time to sit down and talk to the only family member you have.

And two, There's someone here who doesn't buy your kindness. At first, the blonde just glanced at you from his seat in the classroom. Your new friend - Mina - couldn't stop joking about how he probably liked you. Which only enraged him more.

But you knew it wasn't that kind of a glance.

And he knew you knew he was suspicious of you

His suspicion only worsened when the students learned that there was a traitor among them.

He started pairing up with you at every field training with heros. It didn't help with keeping an eye on Ayoama at all,but you have to play along.

Now, you were listening to instructions about public safety from one of the hero-teachers.

Even though there was no requirement to break into groups or pairs for this lesson, you could feel the boy staring at your back. You glanced back at him, then you looked back to the front. Taking two steps back to get closer to him, you whispered "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll seriously start to think you like me." Even though you stand with your back to him, you can imagine the angry look on his present on his face. "I wouldn't touch you with a stick" He barked back in a whisper. You could only quietly laugh at this comment knowing that the spiky-haired boy was only getting more annoyed. "Whats so fucking funny?" He asked. "Oh I dont know.... Meybe the fact you think I would let you get anywhere near me in the first place? I don't date hooligans" You covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing. You feel him leaning over your ear.

"I don't date criminals."

Up until now you were just playing with him. You were you laughed in his face. But now? He has your full attention. You turned to him with your eyes wide open, shocked of how fast he worked out why youre here. You knew he would be the first one to find out, but you hoped he would take more time. You snorted under your breath. "Criminal? Where did this came from? It would be hard to get a girlfriend if you you assume the worst about everyone-"

"Cut the crap, woman. We both know youre not here for that......You're not here to be a hero either. But just so you know, If you try to do anything that in some way will make my way to becoming a pro longer, I will get you, and you will regret ever meeting me." He interrupted you and then looked back at the hero who was still speaking, pretending to listen. "We will see about that." You said, also looking at the hero.

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The Heart Cracks Before it Shatters (Pt6) ⋆｡°✩ Bakugou Katsuki

Masterlist ୨ৎ pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt5.5

The finale : Nothing is ever easy.

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Warnings : SUGGESTIVNESS AT A POINT (nothing explict but still) Angsty, Female!Reader, Reader is a wife, Reader has children, bakugou is very sad, agruments, swearing, sadness, aged up characters, childern, babies.

W/C : 6.9k

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While the rush of determination felt good in the moment, now, standing outside Katsuki’s office, it’s settled into something closer to pure nerves.

You had a plan. A simple one, really. Step one: show your husband you miss him. Step two: admit you’ve both made mistakes. Step three: figure out how the hell to move forward without wrecking each other in the process. It sounded solid enough when you wrote it out in your notes app—three times, actually—but putting it into action? Yeah. Not as easy as it looked on screen.

The first time you tried was when you were dropping the kids off. For the past two weeks, it had been a no-talking, no-eye-contact type of handoff. You stayed in the house, watched Riko do all the work, carrying her sister’s bags and lugging Koharu to the door while you kept your distance. So, you figured attempt number one was simple enough—step in, carry your own kid out to the car, like you probably should’ve been doing this whole time.

So, you took some deep breaths, took Korahu from her sister's hand (paired with a weird look from the older sister) and ushered the girls to the door. 

Katsuki was there, like always. Leaning against his car, looking tired. Sad, too. But still stupidly handsome, which pissed you off more than you’d admit. The second the door opened and he saw you standing there, his whole body snapped to attention. His eyes widened a little, his shoulders squared up, like he wasn’t sure what to do but he was sure as hell going to do something.

It was almost funny. Almost.

He didn’t say anything, but he met you halfway. Took Riko’s bag without asking. Looking at Koharu in your arms like it hurt him to see her there and not with him. 

“Um…” Riko’s small voice cut through the moment. She hovered a little to the side, fidgeting. “Mama, are you… coming with us?” she asked, her brows pinching in quiet confusion as she glanced between you both.

And, for some reason, this question is a surprise to you. And it very quickly occurs to you also, that maybe your children shouldn't see the maybe difficult and definitely emotional conversation you are planning to have with their father. Yup. Why was that not included in the notes app plan? 

You don’t say anything at first. But now Riko’s staring at you like she’s waiting for an answer, and Katsuki’s standing there, still as anything, his hand flexing around the strap of her bag like he’s holding himself back from saying something.

You clear your throat, shifting Koharu’s weight on your hip. “ um… no not today sweetheart, just saying hi is all”. 

Riko doesn’t look convinced, but she nods anyway, glancing up at Katsuki. He’s already watching you, gaze steady, a crease between his brows like he’s thinking something he’s not sure he should say out loud.

“You could, y’know,” he mutters after a beat, his voice low but rough at the edges. “Come with us. If you wanted.”

“W-were just getting dinner at that place downtown, with the udon you like. And a movie, probably.” 

And if every single member of your little family wasn’t looking at you right now, waiting, hoping, you might’ve groaned out loud. How did you not account for this? How did you not see it coming? And you are not about to screw this up by winging it.

“Oh,” you say, a nervous laugh catching on your tongue. It falls flat. No one joins in. “I think I’ll take a raincheck for tonight. Got some leftover work I need to finish up, unfortunately.”

You reach out to ruffle Riko’s hair. She leans into it, even smiles a little, a nice distraction from the weird tension in the air. 

Katsuki doesn’t push. He never does these days. You’re not sure if that makes it easier or harder.

He just watches you for a long moment, like he’s turning something over in his head. His jaw ticks, sharp and familiar, but when he nods, it’s slow. Careful. Like he’s not trusting himself to move too fast. “Yeah,” he says after a beat. His voice is quieter now. “Okay. Another time, then.”

You offer a faint smile, one you hope looks steadier than it feels, and murmur your goodbyes. Riko gives you one last look over her shoulder before climbing into the car. Katsuki opens the door for her without breaking eye contact, and something about that sticks with you longer than it should.

And later that night, you’re still thinking about it. About the way Katsuki’s eyes followed you. About how you turned down his offer because you weren’t ready—not yet—and wondering if it sounded too much like rejection.

You hope not. God, you hope not.

~~

Kirishima’s warnings about time are still hanging in the back of your mind, like a nagging little voice. The more you think about it, the more it feels like putting this conversation off any longer is just another excuse. So, better now than later, right? What’s the worst that could happen? Well, besides everything falling apart, obviously. 

Father’s Day.

It’s not intentional, not really. It just sort of happens that way. And, okay, maybe deciding to have this conversation today of all days feels a little… questionable. You could start with a positive. “Wow, you’re actually a good father these days!” Sure, the conversation could end terribly, but at least you’d have that one bit of sincerity before everything goes to shit.

A quick text to Izuku confirms what you already suspected—Katsuki’s working during the day. Of course he is. But he has the kids tonight, which means you get the rest of the evening to yourself. Perfect. Time to spiral in peace.

You spend the morning mentally preparing yourself, like you always do before any interaction with your husband these days. It's become a routine at this point—dress nice, check your reflection one more time, make sure your hair’s in place, like somehow that’ll make everything easier. You even check the gift you got him for the millionth time, just to make sure it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared or been swapped out for something less meaningful. You really don’t need any more stress right now.

You want your arrival to be a complete surprise, which means you can't just drive. That would be too easy—and also, the parking sensors at his place would give you away in a second. Katsuki would know you were there before you even stepped out of the car, and you definitely don’t want him overthinking anything. So, you opt for the bus instead. It feels a little ridiculous, but it’s the only way to guarantee you catch him completely off guard. No time for him to prepare or second-guess. You want this moment to be real, unfiltered.

As the bus rumbles along, you look out the window at the sunny day, feeling something a little unexpected—hope. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that. It’s funny, though, but as you sit there, the memories come flooding back. It was actually this time of year, so many years ago, when Katsuki officially asked you to be his girlfriend. It feels like a lifetime ago, but the memories are so vivid. People are always surprised when you tell them he was shy back then, especially since they only see the brash, bold personality he’s built up over the years. Back then, though, he was anything but.

He suggested a walk and lunch, like any normal date. But you hadn’t even made it ten minutes down the path before he pulled you aside, cornering you against a tree. His eyes were wide, a mixture of determination and uncertainty flickering behind them. “I want to be official,” he’d said, so seriously, yet nervously—completely out of character for him. You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, genuine laugh. Maybe that laugh made it all the more real, solidifying that this was the boy who had stolen your heart so effortlessly, and the man who was now trying to win it all over again.

And now, here you are, so many years later. The shy boy has grown into a man. Changed by time, by life, by everything you’ve both gone through. It’s funny how much time can shift a person, how it can shape someone in ways you don’t always see coming. You wonder how he’d say you’ve changed, too. Would he even recognize the person you’ve become? Would he still see the girl who laughed under that tree all those years ago? You weren’t so sure.

When you find yourself standing outside Katsuki’s agency building, you don’t hesitate. The adrenaline is already pumping, your heart racing as you push open the door, wondering if any paparazzi are lurking nearby. It’s a small but nagging thought, the price of being so connected to someone so publicly known.

You walk up to the front desk, and the receptionists look up, offering you a warm, welcoming smile. "How have you been?" one of them asks, and for a brief moment, you forget how long it’s been since you’ve actually been here. You can’t even remember the last time you stepped foot into this place. Maybe back when it was still new, and Katsuki was so excited about it. Back then, he used to pester you to come visit all the time, his proud smile, guiding you around with that quiet swagger of his.

You glance around, taking in the changes since the last time you were here. There’s a new fishtank behind the reception desk, the soft swish of water a peaceful contrast to the buzz of the street outside. You didn’t even notice it when you first walked in. When did that get put in? 

Leaning in slightly, you lower your voice to a near whisper, careful not to draw attention. “Don’t tell Katsuki I’m here. I’ve got a surprise for him.” The words are almost a secret, a lightness to them that doesn’t entirely match the nervous tension growing inside you. The receptionists giggle softly, their glances exchanged behind a knowing smile before one of them gives a playful, almost conspiratorial nod.

One of them leans forward, their voice light with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “A surprise, huh?” they ask, their tone teasing but not intrusive. “Hopefully he’ll love it. Honestly, he’s been a little quiet around here... maybe he’s just been missing you.”

You nod, trying to mask the sudden tension in your chest. Off. Katsuki had been distant in a way that was hard to ignore. The words only make your nerves continue to bubble in your stomach. You hate the idea that you’ve been ruining his work life too.  

Once the elevator beeps, you quietly step out and walk down the halfway, the sounds of talking fleeting in the background. Your footsteps echo softly, and for a brief moment, you wonder if this is a mistake, or if you’re doing the right thing. Why does everything feel so uncertain now?

But then you shake your head, forcing the doubts aside. You can’t hesitate now—not when you’ve come this far. You clutch the gift a little tighter, the weight of it solid in your hands, a reminder of why you’re here. Just do it. 

When you finally make it to his office, you can’t help but hesitate outside the door. His blinds are down, so he hasn’t seen you coming. You glance down at your phone—no messages, no missed calls. There’s nothing to suggest he’s expecting you. Still, you hesitate. Your hand hovers above the door, but you can’t bring yourself to actually touch it.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, the tension in your body making you feel jittery, like you're on the edge of doing something you can't quite bring yourself to start. You glance around the hall, seeing a few curious looks in your direction, and you realize just how out of place you must seem, standing here in front of his door, waiting. The longer you stand there, the stranger it feels. You can’t put it off any longer.

God, this is hard.

You knock lightly, the sound barely audible. When no response comes after a couple of seconds, you knock again, this time a little more forceful.

“WHAT,” comes Katsuki’s loud voice from the other side, as sharp as ever. You can practically feel the force of it through the door, and it makes you wonder how his staff ever manages to be around him all day without flinching. But you? You're nervous, sure, but you're not scared. You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, before pushing the door open.

To your surprise, Katsuki isn’t alone.

Izuku is there too, leaning over Katsuki’s desk with his face uncomfortably close to him. Katsuki, on the other hand, is leaning away, his body stiff and his brows furrowed as if he’s trying to put as much distance between them as possible. But no matter how much Katsuki shifts, Izuku’s still right there, talking to him like they’re in some weird, casual conversation.

As you step inside, the low murmur of their voices reaches your ears.

“Why are your under eyes so dark? Have you been sleeping?” Izuku asks, genuinely concerned, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face. 

“Get out of my fuckin’ face, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles in response, his hand coming up to swat at Izuku’s face. Izuku, as usual, seems oblivious to how much space he’s crowding, even as he nudges closer to Katsuki’s personal space. 

You, on the other hand, stand frozen in the doorway, unsure of what to do. It’s a bit confusing, actually—neither of them has looked over at you even though they both know someone’s coming in. You clear your throat, a soft “hello” slipping out, just enough to break the silence.

And just like that, both of them snap their attention to you. Katsuki’s eyes widen in surprise, his body shifting almost instinctively, pushing his chair back as far from Izuku as possible. He straightens up, his posture suddenly more alert. His eyes track you, silent and intense, but there’s an undercurrent of something—maybe nervousness, maybe relief, and definitely surprise. At least your plan worked?

Izuku, on the other hand, stands up quickly, a wide, easy smile lighting up his face. “Hey!” he says brightly, completely unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “Katsuki didn’t mention you were coming today!” Without missing a beat, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a warm hug, a casual, friendly gesture that feels comforting in the moment but also slightly jarring given everything you’ve been feeling.

Katsuki watches this carefully, his face softening just a fraction when he sees the way Izuku is interacting with you. 

Izuku pulls away from the hug with a grin, oblivious to any underlying tension. “It’s good to see you!” his voice light, before turning back to Katsuki.

“You too,” you say shyly, your voice quiet, your gaze catching Katsuki’s. The intensity of his stare unsettles you more than you expect, his eyes still tracking you like he’s trying to make sense of why you’re here, why you showed up today.

But before you can dwell on it too much, Katsuki’s voice cuts through the air with surprising sharpness. “Deku, leave.”

Izuku blinks, clearly taken aback. “What?! But I want to catch up with you guys! I haven’t seen Y/N in forever, and you’ve been dodging my calls—”

“Get the fuck out,” Katsuki growls again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Izuku frowns, giving Katsuki a playful side-eye, not picking up on the tension at all. “But you see her every day! I just want to—”

“Deku.”

There’s a sudden finality in Katsuki’s voice, something that makes Izuku pause for a second before his expression shifts. It’s as though he understands something unspoken, the corners of his mouth lifting in a resigned smile. He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, clearly about to exit.

“Fine… but I really want to see you guys soon!” Izuku says, turning back to you as he heads toward the door. “And Y/N?” he calls with a teasing grin. “Make sure he’s sleeping okay, alright? I know you two are young and in love but—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT, DEKU!” Katsuki cuts him off, his voice booming, and Izuku laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender as he finally exits, leaving you and Katsuki standing there in the thick silence.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure of what to say or do. The plan had been so simple in your head—so clear—but now, in the face of this strange and quiet moment, it feels anything but.

“I—” You start, your voice faltering before you take a steadying breath. “I wasn’t expecting him to be here.”

Katsuki says nothing, his silence hanging between you both like a heavy fog. He runs a hand through his hair, the motion almost like a reflex, and you watch as his jaw tightens, then relaxes. Still, he doesn’t speak.

You glance at the space between you, then back at him, the knot in your stomach tightening. This wasn’t how you envisioned it.

“I brought you something,” you murmur, your hand instinctively reaching for the small gift bag you’ve been holding onto like a lifeline. “For Father’s Day.”

At the mention of Father’s Day, his eyes flicker for a moment, just a brief flash of something soft and unfamiliar before it’s gone. Katsuki doesn’t take the gift from you immediately, instead watching it with a gaze that’s more distant than you expect. He doesn’t say anything for a few long beats, and you’re starting to think maybe this was a mistake, maybe you should’ve just left it alone.

But then he takes a step forward, reaching for the bag with an almost reluctant gesture. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you reply, your voice quiet but sincere. "It's... it's just a little something."

Katsuki gives a stiff nod as he pulls the bag from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, and though the contact is fleeting, it sends a shiver through you. He opens it slowly, and the soft crinkle of tissue paper fills the silence before he pulls out the small, simple gift you picked out for him—a picture frame. It’s of him and the girls, when Koharu had just been born and was still so tiny. You don’t think he’s ever seen this picture. You took it during one of those rare, quiet moments when he was reading to the girls, lost in the story and unaware you were watching from the doorway.

For a long time, Katsuki doesn’t speak. He simply stares at the frame in his hands, his gaze fixed on the picture. You consider that your going to be met with silence again, that this was all one big mistake and your overstepping with someone that can’t be bothered with you anymore. 

“Is… is it okay?” you ask hesitantly, your voice breaking the silence.

Finally, Katsuki looks up at you, and for a moment, the distance between you seems to shrink. “Yeah. It’s fine. It’s… nice,” he says with a low soft tone to it. 

You shift, unsure of what to do next, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, the hard planes of his jaw, the tension that hasn’t quite faded from his shoulders. It’s like he's lost in the memory, but also wrestling with it at the same time.

After what feels like forever, he finally speaks, and the words are barely a whisper, but they hold more weight than any explosion he could’ve set off. "What are you really doing here?"

His eyes flick up to meet yours, but they linger there for just a moment before quickly darting away, almost like he’s afraid of what he might see if he holds your gaze too long.

For a second, you don’t know how to answer. Your throat tightens, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. It’s not an easy question to answer, not when the answer feels too complicated, tangled up with everything you both are and aren’t anymore.

But you manage to find your voice. “I—” You stop yourself, unsure how to explain it, unsure of how much to say. You try again, quieter this time. “I wanted to see you. To... give you that. To... be here.”

His gaze shifts briefly, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looks down at the frame again. His fingers tighten around it, but it’s not in anger—it’s like he’s holding onto it, holding onto the moment in the picture, trying to tether himself to something he can’t quite let go of.

There’s a hesitation in the way he breathes, in the way his gaze keeps flicking between the picture and you. He seems to want to say something, but whatever it is, he’s holding it back, like it’s too fragile to speak aloud.

Then—“Sweetheart…” His voice catches, a quiet hesitation there you haven’t heard before. “What does that mean?” His lips twitch into a dry, almost self-deprecating smile. “I’m a little fuckin’ confused over here.”

You huff a breath, nerves fluttering under your skin. Fair enough. You did show up unannounced after weeks of silence, acting like none of it had happened. Of course he’s confused. You would be, too.

“Yeah. Okay. Um—well!” You force a shaky exhale through a tight-lipped smile. God, why is this so hard? “I just… had some things to say and I—well. No. I guess.”

The words tangle in your mouth before they can land anywhere. You’re floundering, and you know it.

Katsuki reaches out, his hand finding your hip with a steadiness you didn’t realize you needed. His thumb draws slow, grounding circles against your side. “Breathe,” he murmurs.

You do. So does he.

And when you give him a small, grateful smile, it’s answered by a faint flush rising on his cheeks. That soft, familiar pink that makes your chest ache. Yeah… this is okay. You can do this.

“I wanted to apologize,” you say, quieter now. “For what happened… last time. When you were at the house.”

His hand falls away from your hip at that, and the loss of it makes your skin prickle cold. But you keep going.

“You were right. It wasn’t fair to you. And then I made it worse by not reaching out after I… after I threw you out.” You swallow hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I guess I thought you’d message me first. Which was stupid.”

“I didn’t want to overstep,” he says quietly, staring down at his hands like they’re something he’s only just noticed. His knuckles are tight, the same hands that just held you, now clenched like he’s bracing for something.

You step closer, reaching out. Your palms cradle his face, coaxing his gaze back to yours. His eyes widen, startled in a way that makes your heart ache all over again. Like he can’t quite believe you’re here.

“I know you didn’t,” you say softly. “I think I was just feeling… insecure. Hurt. And, yeah, maybe a little petty.” You try for a smile, but it’s faint. “Not my most mature moment.”

Your fingers slip into his hair, nails grazing gently at his hairline. “I’m sorry. Okay?”

Katsuki’s quiet for a beat. Then another. His eyes search yours like he’s looking for something he isn’t sure he’ll find.

And then, barely above a breath—“Does that mean I can come home now?”

The way he says it cracks something open inside you. Soft. Uncertain. Katsuki Bakugou, who has always been brash and sure, suddenly sounds like a kid waiting to be told he’s not in trouble. Like he’s hoping for permission to want this.

Your chest tightens. “Yes,” you whisper. “I… missed you. A lot. So if you want to, yeah. Please.”

You barely have time to breathe before he’s pulling you in, arms wrapping tight around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. His face presses to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’m sorry too,” he says, his voice thick. “I hate that I made you feel like that. You’re… you’re the most beautiful fuckin’ person in the world to me. I want you to know that.”

He draws back just enough to look at you, his hands still cradling your waist. His eyes are a little red around the edges. “I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.”

You smile. And this time, it feels real.

“Me too.”

~~~

Katsuki doesn’t come home that night.

He tells you straight, his hands firm on your hips, holding you steady like he thinks you might drift off if he doesn’t. “I… I want to come back tonight. Fuck, angel, I want to.” His thumbs press in, warm and certain. “But it’s complicated. I got arts and crafts shit with the girls, and—”

He pauses, searching your face, as if there’s something he needs you to understand. And you do. You really do. It’s Father’s Day, after all. He’s planned something fun with them—he deserves that.

So you nod. “It’s fine,” you say, even if it’s not entirely. Even if part of you aches a little at the thought of another night in an empty house.

But then his phone buzzes again. The reminder that he’s still on the clock, still pro-hero Dynamight. He mutters under his breath, answering the call with a scowl. And while he’s distracted, you let yourself slip toward the door. No point hovering.

You don’t get far before he’s slamming the phone down.

“Oi,” he calls, striding toward you. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

You turn, halfway through a smile. “You’re busy.”

“Don’t care,” he shrugs, before wrapping you up in another of his crushing hugs, his chin hooked over your shoulder like he’s grounding himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, breathing him in. “Let me know how you and the girls get on.”

At that, he pulls back just enough to flash a small, crooked smile. “They’ll love it.” And you can tell he means it. He’s already picturing it—Korahu’s chubby fingers smearing paint where it shouldn’t go, Riko trying to keep things under control like she’s got any chance at all.

It all goes surprisingly smooth after that. You part ways. No fight. No lingering weight pressing on your chest. Just… quiet. Simple. You didn’t expect simple.

Still, the house feels a little emptier when you get home. You tell yourself it’s karma. Fair’s fair.

So you fill the quiet with the hum of self-care—cleaning, candles, making the bed like he’s already here. Maybe it’s silly, but it makes you feel better. Like you’re making room for him.

A couple of texts drop in while you work:

[7:34 PM] Kirishima: Katsuki said you guys made up!!! 💪 Happy for u (even tho I’ll miss bro being here 😣)

[8:28 PM] Katsuki: Never letting Korahu touch paint again.

[8:28 PM] Katsuki: [Image Attached]

You can’t help the grin as you open the photo. Korahu’s covered, head to toe, in streaks of neon green paint. The grin gets bigger when you reply, because yeah… things are starting to feel okay.

You catch yourself thinking how simple it was in the end. Just… talk to him. That’s all it took. So simple it’s stupid. But it’s a start. Onwards and upwards, right?

And still… the intimacy part lingers in the back of your mind. Not the physical, not exactly. The closeness. Letting him in again, letting yourself be seen. You’re getting there. You’re proud of that.

You’re just about to call it a night when you hear the knock.

It’s late. Too late for visitors. You tread light toward the door, thinking maybe you imagined it, but then it comes again, sharper this time.

You jump. “Who is it?”

“Me, sweetheart.”

Your heart stumbles. For a second, your mind blanks, chasing every possibility. Are the girls okay? Did something happen? Or did he really take ‘come back tomorrow’ as ‘come back at nearly midnight’?

You crack the door open, and there he is. Katsuki. Standing there like it’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t talk through the door,” he says, voice low, a little gruff. “Use the cameras. Don’t let people know if you’re home.”

You barely register the lecture. “What are you doing here?”

He huffs. “Can I come in first?”

You step back, and he does, toeing his boots off by instinct before looking at you again. He’s flushed a little—maybe from the night air, maybe from something else.

“I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He drags a hand through his hair, messy already. “The girls are asleep. Told Kirishima I was heading out.”

You wait. He’s not exactly known for long explanations, but still. You wait.

He shifts, uncomfortable in a way that’s rare for him. “I know I said I’d come tomorrow. I was about to go to bed. Was gonna text you.” His hand rubs at the back of his neck, his voice rougher now. “But I didn’t wanna do that again. I didn’t wanna… not be here. So.”

A beat.

“Probably should’ve asked first,” he mutters. “Sorry.”

You stand there for a second, taking him in. The way his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing for you to tell him to leave. The way his mouth pulls down at the corners, softened by tired eyes.

You take a step closer, your fingers brushing against his wrist before curling around it. You feel his pulse jump beneath your touch.

“Don’t say sorry,” you tell him, your voice gentler than you expected. “I was just surprised. You know I want you here.”

His breath leaves him in a slow exhale. “Okay,” he says. “Good.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. It’s comfortable in a way it hasn’t been for a while. Quiet. Easy.

Then he shifts, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to pull you closer. “You look nice,” he murmurs.

You huff a laugh. “These are just my pajamas, Katsuki.”

“I know that.” His fingers trace lightly along your jaw, calloused pads dragging slow and careful. “Still means you can look nice, doesn’t it?”

There’s something in the way he looks at you—soft, but hungry. It’s not just that he’s missed you. It’s the kind of heat you haven’t seen from him in a long time, and it catches you off guard. Your skin prickles under the weight of it.

You laugh again, quiet and nervous, and step back just slightly. You regret it the second you do. But he doesn’t push. His mouth quirks into something close to a smirk, easy, like he doesn’t mind waiting.

“I was just heading to bed,” you say, clearing your throat.

“Let’s go then, huh?” His voice is rough, low, but there’s no push behind it—just an offer.

Later, you sit beneath the covers, watching him move around the room. He pulls his shirt off and folds it onto the chair, and your eyes catch on the cut of his shoulders, the sharp lines of muscle along his back. Familiar. Hard-earned. You’ve seen it a thousand times, but it hits you different tonight. Like you’re seeing him again for the first time.

Your face warms, and you look away, embarrassed by how much you feel like a teenager sneaking glances.

The room dims when he turns the lamp down, leaving just a wash of amber light spilling across the sheets. Then the mattress shifts under his weight as he crawls in beside you, his arm slipping easily around your waist, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest.

You let out a slow breath against him, and he answers with one of his own.

“Missed you,” he murmurs. His hand smooths over your hip, dragging slow, then curling back up your spine. “Missed this. Can’t believe I made us go without it for so damn long.”

“I’ve missed it too,” you whisper. “Missed you.”

And then he’s looking at you. Really looking. Like he used to—like he did in those early years when the world was still new between you. His hand comes up to your cheek, thumb stroking along the curve of your jaw. It’s reverent. Careful.

He leans in, brushing his lips to yours, light as a breath. It’s tender, almost hesitant. But you kiss him back. And then it’s not hesitant at all.

His hand slides into your hair as the kiss deepens, his mouth demanding now, hungry and hot. It’s messy, desperate—years of holding back spilling out in the press of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the low sound he makes when you breathe his name against his skin. His other hand finds your hip, holding on tight like he’s worried you’ll vanish if he lets go.

When you shift, swinging your leg over to straddle his lap, he groans into your mouth, his hands immediately smoothing down over your thighs, then up, fingers splaying wide as if he’s trying to map all of you at once. You’re already flushed and breathless, but the sound of him like this, so openly wrecked for you, drives you to chase more.

The kisses don’t stop—don’t even slow. His mouth is hot, hungry against yours, and the way he groans when you grind down makes heat pool deep in your belly. His hands are everywhere now, rough palms skating over soft skin, kneading at your waist, your ass, like he can’t get enough.

Then he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his thumb dragging across your lower lip as he does. Both of you are panting, chests rising and falling like you’ve run miles to get here.

“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes dark as they flick over your face. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Driving me outta my damn mind.”

You can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, your hand still resting over his hammering heart. He’s not the only one losing it here.

“I love this,” he says, his voice rough with heat as he gives your hips a slow, deliberate push down against him. Yeah, you can tell. There’s no mistaking the hard press of him beneath you, or the way his grip tightens as he holds you there for a moment longer. “Love you,” he adds, softer, but no less intense. “But I need you to know I didn’t show up for this. Wasn’t tryin’ to make this a booty call or some shit. I just… really needed to be close to you.”

You lean in, brushing your nose against his, smiling faintly. “I know, Kats. I know that’s not you.”

“Good,” he murmurs. He tips his head back, blowing out a breath, as if he’s trying to cool himself down. “No more for tonight though.”

You blink, momentarily thrown, and then pout, full and obvious. When he cracks an eye open and sees it, his grin spreads slow and wicked. He’s enjoying this, even if his chest is still heaving like he’s run a marathon.

“Ain’t got any protection, sweets,” he says, voice low and deep. “And it’s been a long damn while. I won’t be able to hold myself back with you.”

A beat. His gaze flickers, watching your reaction, something warm and teasing in his expression—but there’s truth there, too. A warning wrapped in affection.

“So unless you want Korahu to have a sibling nine months from now,” he drawls, thumb stroking along your hipbone, “I think it’s best we call it.”

You huff a little laugh and shake your head, leaning forward until your forehead presses to his. “You’re impossible.”

He snorts softly. “Don’t blame me. I ain’t thrilled we have to stop either, princess.”

You both settle, breath slowing. The heat fades into something quieter, something steady. You roll off him and curl into his side, and his arm comes around you without hesitation, pulling you close. He presses slow, sleepy kisses to your temple, to your jaw, to your shoulder—lazy but full of something that makes your chest ache.

“Night, Kat,” you whisper against his skin.

“Night, baby,” he murmurs, and then his voice firms up like he’s gripping the words tight. “I love you.”

It comes out of you before you can think too hard about it. “I love you too.”

There’s a breath, shaky but soft. “Yeah,” he says again, his voice catching just a little. “Yeah.”

~~~

After that night, the waters begin to finally settle.

It isn’t perfect—Katsuki is still busy, still only human. But he’s trying, and when he slips up, you forgive him. And when you start to overthink things, he doesn’t let you spiral—just pulls you close, asks you softly if things are okay, if they can be better.

He leaves notes when he knows he’ll be working late, scribbled in his sharp, messy handwriting. Little things. I love you. Sleep early. Don’t wait up. Or, Miss you already. See you soon, sweetheart. And things do get better.

And it’s not just you who notices.

Riko smiles more, hugs you without hesitation. Her arms don’t feel like they’re trying to hold you together anymore—they’re just hugs, warm and happy and childlike the way they should be.

Going to Katsuki’s parents for the first time after everything isn’t as scary as you thought, either. His mom pulls you in tight, whispering a quiet thank you. But you thank her instead, and when Katsuki catches your gaze, there’s no shame there—no guilt or lingering anger. Just quiet, steady affection.

It makes you wonder how you ever went so long without it.

Because now, you’re addicted to it. Not in a naïve, honeymoon phase way—no, things aren’t perfect. There are still arguments, still sharp words and teary nights. But the love isn’t put into question anymore. That stays constant.

Life moves fast, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t dread it. You embrace it.

And then, one quiet evening, as you sit on the beach with Katsuki, watching the girls play in the sand, you’re reminded just how far you’ve come.

His chin rests on your shoulder, arms draped around your waist as you twirl his fingers absently between yours. The waves roll lazily in front of you, golden light casting long shadows across the shore.

“You know,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear, “it was three years ago today.”

You hum, still watching the girls. “What was?”

“When you left.” His voice is quiet, careful. “Up to Tokyo.”

The words land soft but heavy.

It feels so long ago now, that time in your life when everything felt unbearable. But you still remember it—how could you not?

“Wow,” you murmur, letting the thought settle. “So long ago now.”

“Yeah.” He pauses, his grip tightening around you, like he’s bracing himself.

Then, softer, “I’m still sorry about that.”

You turn slightly, glancing back at him. His gaze is distant, the light catching in his eyes, making them burn a little redder than usual.

“I—” he exhales, shaking his head. “It’s one of my biggest mistakes. Letting things get to that point. I don’t think I can ever fully forgive myself—”

“Katsuki.” You shift, turning fully now so you can cup his face in your hands. His eyes flicker to yours, sad and heavy with regret.

“I nearly lost you,” he whispers. “I did lose you. And I still can’t believe myself.”

Your heart aches at the way he says it—like it’s something that still haunts him, something he’ll never quite let go of.

But you smile, small and sure. Your thumbs brush over his cheekbones, grounding him.

“But you didn’t,” you remind him gently. “We’re here. Together.”

He lets out a slow, shuddering breath, like he’s been holding it in for years. Then, finally—he nods.

“Yeah.” His voice wobbles just slightly, thick with something unspoken.

You kiss him, soft and lingering. His hands find your waist, holding you close, and when you pull back, his forehead presses to yours, breath warm against your lips.

You turn again, settling back against his chest to watch the girls for a moment longer, listening to the rush of the tide.

Then you glance back at him, feeling brave. Feeling full.

“Where do you think we’ll be in another three years?” you ask, leaning into his chest.

He huffs a soft laugh, kissing your hair.

“Wherever you are,” he says simply. “That’s where I’ll be.”

And you believe him. It feels so good to have full promises again.

You tilt your head back, catching his lips in a kiss that tastes like salt and sun and a future you’re both ready for.

And when you pull back, he’s smiling. Really smiling.

“Come on,” he says, tugging you gently to your feet. “Let’s go get our girls.”

“Yeah,” you reply, fingers threading through his. “Let’s go home.”

And you do. Together.

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The Heart Cracks Before it Shatters (Pt4) ⋆｡°✩ Bakugou Katsuki

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Is it worth the fight anymore?

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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : shess bacckk!!! this is a rough one yall. eek thank you for all the love on this series so far!! I read all your comments 🥰

Warnings : Angsty, Female!Reader, Reader is a wife, Reader has children, bakugou is very sad, agruments, swearing, sadness, aged up characters, childern, babies.

W/C : ~5.2

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During your entire relationship, you don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous to see your husband.

Not on your first date, not after your first fight, not even on your wedding day.

It’s been four days since you left, and somehow, those days have felt both painfully long and unbearably short. After your last (very heated) discussion with Katsuki, you sat there—still wrapped in your bathrobe—wishing, just for a moment, that this was all some cruel, fleeting dream. But the texts from him that night had been a sobering reminder that this was very real. And, only the beginning.

There was no real peace in being away, no sense of relaxation. Just an odd, hollow sort of quiet. You kept waiting for something to happen, for something to snap you out of the strange, fragile bubble you’d wrapped yourself in.

A few texts came in here and there, coworkers wishing you a speedy recovery, Kirishima asking for pictures of the view, and then Katsuki. He sent little updates about the kids, simple things about their day, before ending every night with the same quiet plea: I love you. I miss you.

And you hate the way it makes you feel, because it’s working. You hate that you’re already crawling back, that it’s taking so little for that ache to start unraveling.

A bitter part of you wants to ignore it, to let the silence stretch just so he can get a taste of what it feels like to reach for someone and get nothing back. To make him feel even a sliver of the frustration, the exhaustion, the sheer sadness that has clung to you. But even as the thought crosses your mind, it feels wrong. Like a cut that wouldn’t just wound him, but you too.

And then there’s the other part of you. The one that still remembers your Katsuki. The one who always tried, even when he didn’t know how. The one who, for all his sharp words and bad habits, had never wanted to make you feel like this. That part sees these messages for what they are—an attempt, however small, to do better. And for a moment, you can almost picture him, sitting there with his phone in hand, debating what to say, wondering if you’ll even reply. To be careful with you in a way he hadn’t been before. 

That part of you aches to pull him close, to let him bury his face against your neck as you whisper that he’s doing good, that you see him trying. It wants to reach for him the way you used to, to ease the weight of his guilt, to tell him he isn’t too late.

But after everything… that doesn’t feel quite right either.

So you let the messages sit, untouched, except for the one confirming your arrival home. But even so, when he messages that he will pick you up, that you can continue your conversation, your heart bubbles with anticipation, with hope maybe.

The back of your mind reminds you that no one changes overnight. But Katsuki, always the try-hard, is the one person you might believe could be the exception.

As you sit on the train, nervously glancing between the passing scenery and the clock, you're reminded of what (or rather, who) is waiting for you. 

This is the same train ride you took a few days ago, but it feels completely different now. The earlier journey is almost a blur, only the whirlwind of emotions registering with you. Now, though, every detail of the train ride is too vivid, everything that has happened these past days is flooding in and mixing with the past. Like your brain is finally catching up with all the information it was storing while you wandered around in a numb, protective trance for so long. You try to focus on the scenery blurring past the window, your fingers loosely gripping the fabric of your clothes. You wonder which is worse—the numbness of being ignored, or the headache that comes from finally acknowledging everything that’s been left unsaid. Either way, it fucking sucks.

[12:42 PM] Katsuki: Almost there?

You stare at the message for a moment before typing out a quick response.

[12:43 PM] You: Yeah, about 20 minutes.

The reply is almost instant.

[12:43 PM] Katsuki: Okay. I’m here.

You exhale, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to ease the tightness in your chest. You shouldn’t be this anxious about seeing your own husband. But maybe that’s the problem—you don’t know if he still feels like your Katsuki. But really, who even is your Katsuki anymore. 

Before you can continue spiraling, something new pops up—a message from someone else.

[12:50] Izuku : [5 Images Attached]

[12:50] Izuku : 4 years ago today !!! 

[12:50] Izuku : Little Riko was always so frowny! Haha !

[12:50] Izuku : We need to all go on holiday again soon 🙂 PLZZZ

The pictures pop up on your screen, snapshots of your two little families together, a memory from a simpler time. Your first trip as a family. You can’t help but smile at the sight, even though it pulls at your heart a little.

Katsuki had been stressed as fuck that trip. He’d practically snapped when Izuku jokingly suggested putting Riko on a bougie board. You can still see it clearly: Katsuki, hands on his hips, a scowl etched into his face, the tension in his jaw as he argued with Izuku. He would never admit it, but you knew that he was on mistake away from a breakdown, his little girl being his everything. 

And then there was Riko, who was so like him in all the worst ways. She took one look at her father’s reaction and decided she didn’t need anyone’s permission. She picked herself up, waded into the water, and found her balance on the board all on her own. Her grin was wide and unbothered, shouting to the world that she was "the best" at it, no questions asked. You had laughed, watching her confidence blossom before your eyes.

That’s when Katsuki switched gears. The man who had been ready to tear someone’s head off just moments before suddenly became her biggest cheerleader, roaring his approval. "Daddy didn’t raise no wimp!," he’d screamed, pride in his voice as he pumped his fist in the air. Then, without missing a beat, he dashed into the water to join her—just in case. He would always be there to catch her, no matter what.

The memory stirs something in you, something warm and bittersweet. It was a good trip. Hell, it was a great trip. It’s strange to look back at that version of yourself, of your family. 

The crackling announcement overhead pulls you out of it. Ten minutes. You blink, turning your gaze back to the window, fingers picking at your nails. The ache is still there, sitting heavy in your chest, but you hold onto the warmth of the memory. The way Katsuki had looked at you back then, how he held you without thinking twice. You remind yourself that everything is not yet over.

~

Your legs feel like jelly as you exit the train. The whole thing feels like some overdramatic scene from a shitty rom-com, the kind where you’d run into his arms, everything magically resolved with a kiss. But reality is much quieter. The station is nearly empty, the only sound the distant hum of announcements and the shuffle of a few passing strangers. And instead of running toward him, you find yourself debating whether you should turn around and leave.

This shouldn’t be so hard, you tell yourself, frustration curling in your chest. It’s just Katsuki. Your husband. The man who kissed you every morning before work, who used to bury his face in your neck and mumble complaints about getting out of bed.

It doesn’t take long to spot him, because it's Katsuki. He’s standing near the exit, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a dark hoodie and cap doing a poor job of hiding his unmistakable looks. Even from here, you can see it—how tired he looks. You both are really showing your emotions on your skin too it seems. 

When he does spot you, he goes straight as a wire, like he’s surprised you didn’t do a runner (and internally, you are a little too). And yet, despite everything, a small smile tugs at his lips. It’s not cocky or smug, not one of those grins that used to make you roll your eyes. It’s something unsure. Like he’s testing the waters, waiting to see if you’ll return it.

And to your own surprise, you do. Barely, just the faintest tug at the corner of your mouth. But it’s enough to make his shoulders drop a little. 

For a moment, neither of you move. You just stand there, a few feet apart, the awkwardness thick in the quiet of the station.

Katsuki shifts his weight, like he wants to step forward but isn’t sure if he should. His hands twitch at his sides before he shoves them deeper into his pockets. “Hey,” he says, voice rough.

You swallow, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter. “Hey.”

Another beat of silence stretches between you. It feels unbearable.

Katsuki clears his throat, glancing away for a second before looking back at you, gaze softer than you expected. “You Hungry?”

You hesitate, then nod, just barely. “Yeah.”

His lips press together, and he jerks his head toward the exit. “C’mon. I’ll make you something at home.”

He waits for you to step forward first, like he’s afraid if he moves too fast, you’ll disappear. Even though the situation is far from funny, it still makes you laugh—just a little. Maybe you're becoming delirious. 

At that, Katsuki looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What you laughin’ at?”

You shrug, forcing a casual smile as you walk forward. “Oh, nothing,” you mutter, the laughter still lingering in your chest.

~

The quiet awkwardness lingers in the car, the only sounds filling the space are Katsuki’s quiet breathing, the fleeting glances he throws at you, and the playlist you made for his car all those months ago.

You shift in your seat, "So… how was dinner with your parents?"

For a split second, you think he might not answer at all, with the way he lets the question sit in the air. But then, he accelerates a little more, the engine roaring faintly under his control.

“Shit. As usual.”

You can’t help but scoff at his quick dismissal, sounds about right. 

Before you can say anything, Katsuki seems to realize that is not a good way to continue a conversation with your estranged wife and hurries to correct himself. "It was… I don’t know. Fuckin’ fine." He clears his throat, like the words themselves are scratching at it. Was it really that bad?

“Girls got spoiled, obviously,” he mutters, almost as if the thought itself is annoying. “Couldn’t get a moment’s peace. They were asking for you.”

“They miss me, huh?” you ask, keeping your voice even, though the hint of a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself.

Katsuki glances at you briefly, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Always preferred you anyway. They’re always asking about you more than me.”

The words hang in the air for a beat. You think about it, how’d you’d miss Mitsuki and Marusu if you and Katsuki finished things. No more cozy dinners, gossiping with his mother as you sipped wine, or sitting beside his dad as he adjusted the girls’ clothes. All those little moments, those pieces of the life you built together, would slip away with him.  And the thought of losing them too? That one hurts in a way you weren’t prepared for. You’ve always known Katsuki was your husband, but they were your family too.

As your mind twists around the possible future, your pulled back by Katsuki’s hand on your knee. You look at it like it isn’t even real, the weight of it there but distant. Your thoughts spiral back to the last time he tried to touch you—back in the hotel room, when you had pulled away so quickly, so violently, as if his touch burned. You wonder if he remembers that moment too, the way his hand froze in the air, the hurt on his face. 

He probably feels the tension in your body now, the way you’re as stiff as a board, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. He doesn’t let it linger in uncertainty either. His thumb continues to rub small, quiet circles against your leg, eyes remaining on the road ahead. 

You… you’re not sure if it’s working. You glance over at him, looking for some small gesture of acknowledgment for the affection that had once come so easily between you. You swallow and shift uncomfortably, your thoughts growing more tangled. Katsuki, the man who'd always been about action over words, the one who’d never been great at apologizing, had somehow left you waiting for the right moment. A moment that never quite came. And now, in this car, you find yourself expecting him to say something. Maybe apologize for the silence. Maybe admit that he knows the touch feels different now too.

But the words don’t come, and you wonder—will they? And if they do, will they make a difference? It almost feels like a mockery, this small gesture, this absent affection. 

“I know it’s been weird,” he mutters, his voice rough, breaking through the silence. His eyes stay glued to the road ahead. “But, uh… things’ll be back to normal. Eventually.”

You feel like you're stuck between two versions of yourself: the one who wants to hold it all in, keep the peace, because maybe things will get better if you just stay quiet, and the one who wants to yell, to demand more than this, this fleeting acknowledgment of the shit situation you have found your livihood in. 

“That’s all you have to say?” Your voice tinged with disbelief, but it’s still controlled, sharp and pointed like a knife. You want him to fight this with you. The time away has brought some spark back. You continue, “That things have been weird?”

Your voice cracks slightly at the end, and you hate that it does. You hate that you’re so angry, so tired, and that he still doesn’t see it.

“After all this time,” you bite out, “this is what you have to say? After everything, this mess. That’s your summary of it? A grown-ass man who can’t even talk to his wife about divorce?”

Katsuki’s jaw clenches, his hands tightening around the wheel. He snaps, his voice louder now, sharp with frustration. “We’re not getting a damn divorce!” he snaps, cutting you off. “Goddamnit.”

Then, he spits, his voice laced with anger, “Excuse me for not trying to have this... this fucking minefield of a conversation with the love of my life in the middle of the goddamn highway! How ridiculous of me!" His hand is no longer on your knee, the space between you feeling colder somehow.

He’s practically seething, and you feel it too. “You… don’t get to call the shots in this fuckin’ marriage, you know. This has been shit for me too. In case you forgot, you fuckin’ disappeared!”

The words sting more than you want to admit, but you fight the urge to flinch. You can feel the tension in your chest tightening, anger rising again, but this time it's not just at him—it's at everything. At the situation, at the way things have been, at the fact that he’s now acting like he’s the one who’s been wronged. That he dares to play the victim. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear husband,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm, laced with sharp edges. “You are so right. I’m sorry I got tired of being alone in this marriage. God forbid you deal with that for a weekend. You poor, poor man.” The words slip from your lips like venom, and the bitter laugh that follows feels cold in your chest. “Give me a fucking break, Katsuki.”

“I’m not fuckin’ playin’ the victim, okay?” he snaps, his voice strained, just a little too loud. “I just—” He cuts himself off, and you can hear the exhale that follows, a deep, frustrated breath. “You’re just… not giving me a chance here. All I’m asking for is a damn chance. Let me try, alright? I’ve been tryin’.”

“Don’t act like I’m not here, damn it,” he mutters, the words barely above a whisper. “I am here. But your... you're making it impossible. I can't even talk to you.” His grip on the wheel tightens again, his body stiffening. "All I'm askin' for is a damn chance."

You sit there, quiet for a moment, just staring at him. You could say everything. You could tell him how ridiculous it is to claim he’s “here” when you’ve barely seen him make an effort. You could point out that it hasn’t even been a week, that everything you’re carrying has gone unacknowledged. You could call him out for not even saying sorry, even now. But instead, you bite your tongue, your jaw clenched tight, and you just look at him, feeling the weight of your disappointment settle deep in your chest.

You could let him off the hook. You could let him keep playing this game of he’s trying, you’re the problem. But you can’t. Not this time. So you say the words that have been bubbling up in you for days, sharp and unforgiving, like glass in your mouth.

“I’m just so disappointed, Katsuki.”

It stings, even as it leaves your lips. 

His body jumps, jumping to bite back, to shout louder, harder. He opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but the words catch in his throat. 

Then, his voice cracks through, quieter now, rougher around the edges. “Sweetheart, I promise you, I’m not going to try to change shit. I am going to.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, his words rushed, like they’re fighting to escape. “I wanted to do this at home, but now this... this has happened, okay? I’m—fucking flustered. I had shit planned out to say, but I... wasn’t ready to do this. I promise, that’s why I’m fuckin’ it up.”

He pauses for a second, takes a shaky breath, and places his hand carefully back on your leg. You don’t acknowledge it.

“I am sorry, fuck, you must know that by now,” he continues, eyes searching yours for moment, his voice thick with guilt. “I’ve been in nothing but misery because I’ve made our lives this way. But I am not going to lose you, okay? I’m going to fight to stop it from crossing your mind ever again.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you want to believe him. You want to feel the weight of his apology settle somewhere inside, but the bitterness lingers. It’s hard to just take it all in. There’s a part of you, deep down, that still wants more than this. More than just promises. More than just words.

You exhale sharply, your throat tight, and meet his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

~ 

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. And, begrudgingly, you think Katsuki was right, this maybe wasn’t a conversation for the car. But at least the bandaid has finally been ripped off. The things that have been festering between you for too long are finally out in the open, raw and exposed. His hand stays on your knee, solid and warm, and though you don’t acknowledge it, you don’t push it away either.

As he pulls into the driveway, a thought finally cuts through the haze of frustration and exhaustion. “Where are the girls?”

He unplugs your seatbelt, then his, before running a hand through his hair. “Deku’s here with them. But he’s leaving soon.” He pauses, hesitating just for a second. “Was gonna mention it earlier, but then… y’know.” His gaze flickers to you, and he doesn’t need to say anything more.

“Right,” you murmur, nodding.

He lets out a shallow laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. “I wouldn’t leave them home alone. Riko would probably start a damn fire.”

That gets a small huff of laughter out of you, tired and unbidden. “She is your child, after all”

He huffs, shaking his head. “Damn right she is.”

And for a moment, your eyes meet—his shining with affection, so bright, so familiar.

You swallow, shifting in your seat. “Does Izuku know that…?” You trail off, unsure how to even phrase it.

Katsuki shakes his head immediately. “No. Least, I haven’t said anything.”

You nod, letting the words settle. You’re not sure if you feel relieved or if it even matters. But Izuku is like a brother to Katsuki, so the fact that he doesn’t know? That’s… interesting.

“You ready to go in?” Katsuki asks, his voice softening slightly, his thumb rubbing circles on your leg. 

“Yeah,” you finally say. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” He opens his door, then glances at you. “Don’t get out.” His words are clipped, and he steps out of the car.

“What..?” you start, confused, but your question dies when you see him practically speed-walking around the front of the car.

He opens your door, his face flushed, the faintest pink dusting his cheekbones as he avoids looking directly at you.

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. But he speaks before you can, “Don’t”. 

As soon as you walk in, you're greeted by the sound of Riko and Koharu’s voices filling the space. They’re busy playing with their toys, the occasional squeal of excitement slipping from their lips. Izuku is on the couch, keeping an eye on them, his smile easy as he flicks his gaze over to you both.

Then, all at once, four voices hit you: “Y/N!” (Izuku), “Mama!” (Riko), a childlike squeal (Koharu), and finally, a groan from Katsuki, who looks like he's already tired of the noise.

You can't help but chuckle at the chaos. Riko runs up to you, arms wide, her excitement practically bursting out of her. "Mama!" she exclaims, nearly knocking you over as she wraps her little arms around your legs.

“Hey, my girl,” you say softly, running your fingers through her hair as she clings to your legs, while Koharu continues to snack on crisps, her little fingers getting crumbs everywhere.

Katsuki’s voice cuts through the noise. “Deku,” he announces with a growing scowl. “Did you give the brats sweets?”

Izuku straightens up, clearly startled by the sudden attention. “Well… t-they were hungry, Kacchan! Did you want me to deny them—”

“We were gone for twenty minutes!” Katsuki interrupts, his tone snapping, “Lunch is fuckin ready!”

Before you can intervene, curse Katsuki for his language, Riko tugs at your sleeve, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes. “Why did you go, Mama?” she asks, her voice small and curious.

You can tell Katsuki hears her too, his shouting quickly turning into a low grumble as he stalks toward the kitchen, presumably to start lunch. Izuku, meanwhile, seems both confused and relieved.

“Well…” you begin, taking a breath as you look down at Riko, her sharp little mind already picking up on things. “Mama just needed a break, that’s all, sweetheart.”

“Hm,” she hums thoughtfully, her small arms wrapping tighter around you, as if she’s trying to reassure you, or maybe herself. 

“WELL,” Izuku says with dramatic flair, slapping his hands on his legs. “I’m quitting while I’m ahead!” He bends down to ruffle Koharu’s hair, then brightens as he approaches you. “Y/N! I hope you enjoyed the spa! And you’re feeling better—” So Kirishima has been spreading the ‘Y/N is sick’ agenda to everyone, huh, you think to yourself, suppressing a smirk. “Let’s get lunch soon, okay?” he finishes.

You chuckle, giving a slight nod. “You got it, Zuko.”

He smiles, quickly slipping on his shoes and jacket, “ BYE KACCHAN” he shouts before dashing out the door. 

Katsuki, still in the kitchen, doesn’t miss a beat. “DON’T SHOUT AT ME, YOU FUCKIN’ NERD, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE—”

Izuku is already out the door, and you can practically see him laughing to himself on the other side. You glance at Katsuki, your brow raised. “KATSUKI!” you chide, a little more amused than stern. “Language?”

Katsuki’s eyes flicker toward you, an unamused glare behind them. “What?” he grumbles, arms crossing tightly over his chest. “He’s the one shoutin’ at me,” he mutters, before slinking back into the kitchen, his frustration still hanging in the air.

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Go help your dad with lunch, baby,” you say to Riko, who’s still clinging to your side. She looks up at you, nodding enthusiastically before running toward the kitchen to join Katsuki.

~

The night carries on strangely smoothly after that, though it’s likely because you and Katsuki don’t speak directly to each other, only through your children. Once they’re tucked back into bed, however, the quiet stretches long and your nerves come rushing back.

You slip into your pyjamas, and head to the kitchen. Katsuki’s eyes follow you from the couch, the dim light catching his sharp features.

“What’re you doin’?” he asks, his voice still rough, before he rises to his feet. “You hungry?”

You roll your sleeves up, washing your hands in the sink. “Your back to work tomorrow, right? So I’m making the lunches.”

Katsuki pauses, leaning against the doorframe, brows furrowing as if considering something. “Nah, I’m not.”

The word hangs in the air, and you turn your head to meet his gaze, puzzled. “Why?”

A shallow laugh escapes him, and he rubs the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “It’s not obvious?” he questions, his voice softening slightly. “We need to talk more... but it’s too late now.”

“Katsuki”, you sign gently, “what… what is there even to talk about? I’m not sure if there’s anything I have left to say.”

“I-I guess I more have questions, what I need to do differently to keep you and-”

You blink at him, disbelief creeping into your chest. “You still don’t know what you’ve done?” It’s a sharp question, cutting through the silence between you, and you immediately regret the bite in your voice, a little anyway.

Katsuki’s jaw tightens, but he doesn't flinch. “Of course I know,” he says, the words coming faster now. “It’s the little things, okay? I didn’t mean to make you carry everything. But… yeah, I get it, I haven’t been there. Too caught up with work and all that shit. I see it now, and I know it’s been hard on you. I’m not just gonna keep letting you handle everything. I’m trying to be better. I want to compromise more, find a way to make this work, for us… for the kids.”

He takes a breath, his hands shifting, as if unsure where to put them. “I know I fucked up, alright? But I don’t want you to feel like you're doing this alone anymore. “

You exhale, the heaviness settling in your chest. You saw this coming, didn’t you? To anyone else, this might sound like progress, like an improvement. But compromise to the bare minimum? That doesn’t make you feel much better. Sometimes, it feels like your husband is just another roommate who’s behind on his chores. He can be so logical, even with love. You don’t want him to just get his shit together—you want closeness, ease, intimacy.

You love him, but maybe not in the same way you did before.

You look back at him, his eyes searching yours. For a split second, you wonder if you have the energy to let him learn you again, to try to rebuild something that feels so distant now. The thought crosses your mind, maybe it’s not about him changing. Maybe it’s already too late.

But that thought feels permanent, too heavy for today. You’ve already got enough weighing on you. So instead, you tell him what chores to handle, and he even makes a note of it on his phone. He tells you he’ll adjust his schedule, take the girls to school and daycare, cook on certain days, and work late on others.

You’re proud of him for trying, truly, even if it doesn’t fix anything.

He clears his throat, and you can tell he’s unsure about the next part. “I—I was also thinking we could do date night again. Every... second Friday? Kirishima said he could babysit.”

You don’t really feel it, but you nod, offering a small, neutral smile. “Okay.”“Okay, good.” He looks at you, waiting for something, but you don’t really know what he’s expecting.

You shift on your feet, “I’m heading to bed now.”

“Yeah, me too.” He hesitates, then adds, “Do you want me to sleep in the guest room?”

You hadn’t even considered it, but it doesn’t feel all that different to sleep distantly in the same bed as it would to sleep in separate rooms. You both already seem like strangers in a way. 

“No, it’s okay.” For some reason he blushes, like he did when you first shared a bed so long ago.

When you finally find yourselves in bed, the room falls quiet, tension still lingering in the air. You turn off the light, rolling to your side, but even in the darkness, he stays sitting up, eyes on his hands. 

“Sweetheart…” His voice is soft, speaking through the darkness. “I just want to say I’ve really missed you. So fucking much... and I really love you too. I hope you know that.”

For some reason, despite the hopelessness that’s been gnawing at you, the disappointment and harsh words, his words shatter something inside. The tears come, faster than you can blink them away. You try to sniffle quietly, to hide, like you used to when you’d cry yourself to sleep. But this time, it’s different.

He’s there, silently moving toward you, pulling you into his arms. His touch is gentle, almost tentative, but it feels familiar, comforting. He presses his forehead against your hair, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. Soft, light kisses dot your wet face, his touch warm and sincere.

“I love you so much, okay?” His voice trembles just slightly, a rawness in it you haven’t heard in a long time. “Nothing will ever change that. I-I’m so sorry I’ve even made you question otherwise, baby.”

He shifts you, carefully turning you to lie on his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear. He exhales slowly, “I don’t want to be apart anymore,” he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. “I’ve been such an idiot all this time. Had such a beautiful woman in my bed, and not even treated her right. But that stops now. I promise.”

It’s still just words, and if this partnership is going to be for life, then it needs to be more than that. But you know that only time will truly tell. Maybe that’s the hardest part—to let time decide whether this can be fixed, whether there’s enough love left to rebuild what’s been broken. You wonder if you’re holding onto something that’s already slipped through your fingers after all.

Your body trembles against his, the sobs wracking through you in relentless waves, each one heavier than the last. Your breath stutters, catching in your throat as you try and fail to swallow them down. The tears don’t stop; they spill freely, soaking into his shirt, slipping past your lips as shaky gasps turn to quiet, broken whimpers.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything, just holds you, his grip firm but gentle, as if afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go. He presses his lips against your hair, whispering something you can’t quite make out, his own breath uneven.

Eventually, exhaustion pulls at you, the weight of it dragging you under. Your breathing evens out, though the remnants of your tears still cling to your lashes, damp against his skin. And as your body finally surrenders to sleep, you dream—not of what was lost, or what still hurts, but of what could be.

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I imagine Bakugou like this when having sex; 18+

“you are mine”

“say it, say it you're mine sweet cheeks”

“fuck damn it, you make me fucking crazy for ya sweet girl… yeah… that it, move that sexy body of yours”

“Yeah, good girl… such a good girl for me”

“who do you belong to? yes exactly, to me, only to me fucking, the whole world knows it and I will continue to repeat it until they get it into their fucking heads”

imagine that Bakugou Katsuki, the famous hero, had a motorbike, while he goes through the huge streets of his city, all the citizens scream and applaud in front of him, when at some point in the evening while driving at high speed, he couldn't help less than looking away, and finally he saw you, while you were standing waiting for the train, probably after a day of work... at a certain point he suddenly stops and looks at you, you rightly notice it… and he was literally obsessed for you… just for a damn look at your eyes.

you were the most beautiful woman that he ever saw…

Bakugou when he had to confess his feelings for you, for him it was the most difficult battle of his life, more than anything he wanted to be virile in front of your eyes, so don't think that he was too verbal but quite direct, in the sense that he literally cupped your cheeks and kissed you and then came out with the sentence; “I love you idiot, tch” and then he walked away like nothing happened, he is just… like this… but don’t worry, the next day he asks you out!

Bakugou was obsessed with you from the first time he saw you, how did he prove it? very simple, when you talked to Deku it made him furious, no one could calm him down, but only you, he wanted all your attention on him, and every time he succeeded he enjoyed it like crazy and he's still proud of it… that's it.

Emh…~

Excuse me, can we talk about how handsome this man is? I would give my official compliments to the mother, that is, really, he is a divinity, he is my new god, let's be serious.

should I write something about him too? let me know<3

if you have proposals, requests, even ideas, I am happy to satisfy you my dears:))

Thinking about cuddle time with Katsuki Bakugou.

It usually is in the evening, when the classes are over and you both have your homework done, it's usually you who goes to his dorm for cuddle time because if any of his friends ever caught him going to your dorm they'd probably tease him about it for weeks

Kat loves it when you trace patterns on his chest or arms when he holds you in his arms with his nose in your hair

Katsuki also has extra pillows and fluffy blankets stashed in his closet to pull out onto the bed before your cuddle time, and he also has a special drawer in his desk where he keeps your favorite snacks and drinks.

So as most know Bakugou as the big and aggressive dog, your the only one he shows his soft side to

꒰🫧꒱ 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⟢ ft. Katsuki Bakugo ‧₊˚ . ꣑୧

sypnosis ☆ prince bakugo was known for his fiery temper and hotheaded nature. but.. when he met the princess of dawn her calm beauty had an unexpected effect on him ⸝⸝ ᰔ ̫ ᰔ⸝⸝

content warnings ☆ long fic! multiple parts, fluff, angst, fantasy, no quirk au but some powers here and there, super cute, bakugo has anger issues ( of course ) fighting, mentions of wars, reader is a black female, threatening, black mailing, arranged marriage ( ? ), suggestive but no smut until later in the story, bakugo is 23, reader is 20, mentions of murder, suicide, & death, honorable mentions- prince! todoroki, prince! izuku, prince! kirishima, knight! tenya, knight! shinso, princess! ochaco, princess! yaoyorozu (::̲̅:̲̅:♡::̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⭐️

word count ☆ 2.4k

part 1 | …

the people of ashira feared their prince.

they feared the fire in his blood, the sharpness in his tongue, the way he looked at the world like it owed him something. bakugo katsuki had never been taught softness. he had been raised on war reports and swordsmanship. his hands were meant for battle, not bouquets.

so when word came that he was to marry — and not just marry, but marry the princess of dawn — he nearly shattered the goblet in his hand.

“this is a joke,” he spat.

queen mitsuki didn’t flinch. “this is a treaty.”

“i don’t need peace. i need my sword.”

“you’ll need a wife more. dawn controls the eastern trade, and their princess is the key.”

he scoffed. “what’s she like? cold? cruel? spoiled?”

the queen just smirked.

“you’ll see.”

the ride to solara took three days. the air smelled of oranges and salt. dawn’s lands were prettier than he’d expected — soft, golden, sun-warmed hills. the castle sat high on white cliffs above the sea, all pale marble and gold-veined towers. delicate. peaceful.

he hated it already.

the arrival was formal. guards lined the stone courtyard, trumpets echoed through the arches, and then—

you stepped forward.

bakugo blinked.

you were nothing like he imagined.

you wore a gown the color of blush roses, with lace at your collar and a ribbon in your hair. your skin shimmered in the sunlight, rich and warm, and your eyes— gods, your eyes. calm. kind. curious. like they saw everything and judged none of it.

you stepped lightly down the steps, hands folded in front of you. you curtsied low.

“welcome, your highness,” you said, your voice soft as silk. “i hope your journey was comfortable.”

bakugo stared at you like you were a ghost.

“…it was fine.”

you smiled, gentle and sweet, and he nearly forgot how to breathe.

☁️

that night, there was a formal supper in the high hall. candlelight danced off the crystal, and violins played low in the corners. you sat beside him, your gloved hands resting on your lap, posture graceful.

you didn’t speak much at first. just listened. watched.

then, quietly, you turned to him.

“i know this wasn’t your choice,” you said, “but i hope we might still learn to trust each other.”

he glanced at you.

you were so… gentle. so open. not a trace of mockery in your voice. and for the first time in years, he didn’t know what to say.

he cleared his throat.

“we’ll see.”

you didn’t press. just gave him a soft smile and returned to your meal.

he stared at his plate, scowling, but something inside him twisted strangely. it wasn’t anger. it wasn’t annoyance.

it felt almost like guilt.

the next morning came quietly, wrapped in sea mist and the scent of blooming myrielle flowers. dawn’s castle didn’t wake with noise — not like ashira’s. there were no harsh barks from generals, no echo of boots across stone, no alarms sounding drills. only the call of birds and the distant hush of waves breaking far below the cliffs.

bakugo hated it.

he stood by the wide glass doors of his guest chamber, shirt half-buttoned, watching sunlight spill across the tiled floor like it belonged here. he didn’t.

he hadn’t slept. couldn’t. too much silence. too much calm.

and you — you were worse than all of it.

you haunted his thoughts like perfume.

he could still hear your voice in his head, soft as silk and sharp in a way that didn’t wound — it disarmed. you weren’t demanding. you weren’t proud. you weren’t trying to win him over.

you were just… real.

and he hated that it bothered him.

he clenched his jaw, turned from the window, and grabbed his sword from where it leaned against the chair. if nothing else, he could still practice.

☁️

you found him in the training yard that afternoon.

he was drenched in sweat, muscles flexing as he dragged the blade across the dummy again and again — not practicing anymore, but punishing. the dummy was splintered down the middle, straw guts spilling across the cobblestones.

you didn’t speak.

you stood quietly by the arched entryway, hands folded, your skirts trailing behind you like mist. you didn’t announce yourself. didn’t offer pleasantries.

you just waited.

and when he finally noticed you — breathing hard, chest rising and falling, hair stuck to his temple — he didn’t shout.

he just looked at you.

“…what?”

“i thought you might want something to drink.”

you stepped forward, lifting the silver pitcher in your hands. two glasses sat on the tray. one for him. one for you.

he stared at them like they were some kind of trap.

“…you didn’t have to.”

“i know.”

you poured the water slowly. not like a servant. like a queen in her own right — steady, sure, unbothered by his bristling energy.

he took the glass from you with a grunt. your fingers brushed. he pretended not to feel it.

“you always this calm?” he muttered.

“no,” you said. “just with you.”

his brows lifted slightly. “why?”

“because if i’m loud, you’ll be louder. and i don’t think the walls can take it.”

it was meant as a joke. not cruel. not sharp. just soft truth, wrapped in silk.

he huffed — almost a laugh.

“you’re not scared of me?”

you looked up at him, eyes full of something steady and warm.

“should i be?”

he held your gaze.

longer than he meant to.

“…probably.”

but you only smiled.

“then you’ll just have to prove me wrong.”

☁️

that evening, you walked the gardens with princess ochaco and knight shinso. you spoke of the upcoming ball, of the treaty’s terms, of the possibility of rain next week. normal things. light things. but your thoughts weren’t light.

you kept thinking about the way he looked at you.

like he was trying to figure you out and didn’t like that he couldn’t.

like he wanted to be angry, but didn’t know where to aim it anymore.

like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.

“you’re quiet tonight,” ochaco said gently, linking her arm with yours. “is it him?”

you didn’t deny it.

“he’s not what i expected,” you said.

shinso hummed. “i doubt he expected you either.”

☁️

across the castle, in the council chamber, bakugo stood with his hands behind his back, staring down at a map of the continent. red pins marked ashira’s defenses. gold ones for dawn. too many pins. too many dead.

prince todoroki leaned against the table beside him, silent for a moment before saying,

“she doesn’t deserve your temper.”

bakugo tensed.

“i never said she did.”

“then don’t give it to her.”

bakugo glared. “why do you care?”

todoroki met his eyes — calm, cool, unreadable.

“because this is the first time i’ve seen you shut up and listen.”

bakugo scoffed, but didn’t argue.

because he was right.

☁️

the next morning, a letter appeared on your pillow.

sealed with plain wax. unsigned.

“call off the wedding. you don’t know what he’s done.”

your heart beat slower as you read it. then faster. your fingers curled tight around the paper.

you read it twice. then a third time. then folded it neatly, rose from bed, and dressed yourself with care.

you didn’t go to the queen.

you didn’t panic.

you went to him.

☁️

he was in the hall outside the library, arguing with one of his knights — tenya, if you remembered correctly. something about patrol routes, about defensive formations. he was sharp, animated, his hands moving as he spoke.

then he saw you.

and he stopped.

“you,” you said softly, holding up the folded letter. “we need to talk.”

tenya bowed and left without a word.

you stepped into a side room. he followed, closing the door behind him.

you handed him the letter.

he read it once, jaw tight. read it again. then crumpled it in his fist, eyes dark with something colder than fire.

“you got one too, didn’t you?” you asked.

he nodded.

you watched him for a moment.

then, gently,

“are they right?”

his head snapped up.

you held his gaze.

“have you done something terrible?”

his throat worked as he swallowed.

“…yeah.”

your chest ached, but your voice didn’t waver.

“do you regret it?”

“…some of it.”

you stepped closer.

“then it matters. and we can deal with the rest.”

he blinked.

like he didn’t understand you.

like no one had ever said something like that to him before.

“you’re not leaving?” he asked.

“no,” you said. “i made a vow. even if it’s not official yet.”

a pause.

then softer, “and i think there’s good in you.”

he stared at you like you were a dream.

then, slowly, he said,

“i don’t know how to be soft.”

“i don’t need soft,” you said gently. “just honest.”

the look in his eyes shifted.

like something was cracking.

like something old was letting go.

and for the first time, he stepped closer without anger in his chest.

just… something warmer.

something dangerous in a completely different way.

the sun was high and lazy when you spread the blanket across the grass the next morning.

soft white linen, pinned down at the corners with smooth river stones. the garden around you buzzed quietly — bees in the lavender, birds in the cherry trees, wind rustling through leaves like gossip. and above it all, the sky stretched wide and blue.

you were already barefoot, skirts lifted just enough to keep them from the dirt, a little flower tucked behind your ear. you’d packed the basket yourself — fruit, little cakes, iced tea, lemon biscuits.

and bakugo?

he showed up late.

scowling, of course.

he had a branch stuck in his hair.

“what is this?” he muttered, hands on his hips, eyeing the blanket like it had personally offended him.

“a picnic,” you said cheerfully, patting the spot beside you. “don’t look so scared.”

“i don’t do picnics.”

“you do now.”

he muttered something under his breath but sat anyway, arms crossed, legs stiff.

you offered him a peach.

he glared at it.

“…it’s fruit.”

“yes.”

“not meat. not bread. fruit.”

“that’s what makes it fun.”

he snatched it from you and took a bite like it owed him money.

juice dripped down his wrist. he wiped it with the back of his hand, scowling deeper. you tried not to giggle.

“you know,” you said, leaning back on your elbows, “for someone so scary in battle, you’re really bad at relaxing.”

“i relax fine.”

“you’re sitting like the picnic is a trap.”

“it could be.”

you rolled your eyes, grinning.

he watched you from the corner of his eye, then slowly — very slowly — eased his arms down and leaned back beside you.

your elbows touched.

he didn’t move away.

“see?” you said. “not so bad.”

he grumbled. “still dumb.”

but he took another bite of the peach.

and when your skirt brushed his leg, he didn’t flinch.

☁️

after a while, you passed him a slice of cake — soft vanilla with orange cream, baked fresh that morning. he bit into it like he expected poison and blinked in surprise.

“…this is good.”

you smirked. “you’re welcome.”

“you didn’t make it.”

“i picked it.”

“barely counts.”

you gasped, mock offended, and tossed a grape at him. it bounced off his shoulder.

he blinked.

“…did you just throw food at me?”

“what are you gonna do about it?” you teased, eyes twinkling.

he grabbed a handful of berries and chucked one back. it hit your sleeve.

you both stared.

and then, you laughed — head tilted back, mouth wide, full of joy.

and bakugo…

bakugo didn’t laugh.

but he smiled.

not the crooked smirk he gave enemies before burning them alive. not the sneer he wore at court.

a real one.

small. quiet. almost shy.

you caught it.

you didn’t say anything — just tucked your legs under yourself and leaned a little closer.

“have you thought about the wedding?” you asked after a minute, brushing crumbs from your lap.

he snorted. “what about it?”

“what it’ll look like. where we’ll have it. what we’ll wear.”

he gave you a sideways look.

“…you care about that?”

“of course i do.”

you plucked a daisy from the grass and twirled it between your fingers.

“i know this wasn’t either of our choices, but… if we have to do it, i want it to be beautiful.”

he watched the way your fingers moved over the petals. the way your eyes softened when you talked about beauty like it was a language. like it was something worth believing in.

“…i thought you’d want something huge. full court. big ballgown. glitter.”

you wrinkled your nose. “i want music. and food. and flowers. but not the rest.”

“what color flowers?”

you blinked. “what?”

“for the wedding.”

you hesitated.

“…pink. and gold. maybe some cream roses. and sunlilies.”

he nodded slowly.

“sounds like you.”

your heart did a little skip.

you picked at the hem of your sleeve. “what about you? what would you wear?”

he shrugged. “black.”

“obviously.”

“…maybe red. just a little.”

you smiled. “and the cake?”

“it better be big.”

“you’re so romantic.”

he smirked again. “i’m hungry.”

you both laughed.

and then it quieted.

not awkward. just still.

you looked at him, the way the light kissed his skin, the way the shadows danced under his lashes. and softly,

“i think i’m glad it’s you.”

he turned to you.

eyes wide.

unsure.

“…what?”

“i’m glad it’s you,” you said again. “i thought it would be someone who didn’t care. someone who’d pretend. but you… you don’t pretend. and you do care. you just don’t know how to show it yet.”

he stared at you.

and for once — no walls. no fire. just something raw and quiet in his eyes.

“you really think that?”

“i do.”

a long pause.

then he reached out — slow, like he was afraid you’d disappear — and brushed a petal from your shoulder.

his fingers lingered.

“…you’re too good for me.”

you smiled, soft and steady.

“lucky for you, i don’t believe that.”

and in the hush that followed, he leaned in just enough for your shoulders to touch again. for your knees to knock. for your hearts to start syncing up — not by force, but by choice.

and neither of you said another word.

you just watched the sky together, side by side, under the warmth of a sun that had finally stopped feeling so far away.

author’s note: hello! i hope u like it.. i was high as ever writing this and its been in my drafts since feb so sorry for grammar mistakes!

Idk who needs this but:

All the constantly freaked out shit is CORNY and gives loser + the h3nt@i headers have gone too far like just go watch p_rn atp🤦🏽‍♀️.

Edit: I’m not reading all that so argue with the wall. Other genres exist BESIDES smut. It wouldn’t hurt to write more of those.

Don't come back.. Katsuki.

Katsuki angst Inspired by the song "when the room goes quiet"

TW: suicide!! if this bothers you in any way, please click off now! Your mental health matters!!

Bold= Lyrics

Regular= The story

358 words. So, a short drabble

I found you in the ruins

When she saved him, he was depressed and usually took it out on others

Completely broken Absolutely gone

Crazy wild I patched up your pieces

She tried to save him, she tried her best and all of his friends saw this. 

Lit up the dark 

But you were too busy Tearing yourself apart

So she asked:

What will you do when the room goes quiet? 

When the whiskey's gone, and you can't deny it 

Who will you run to when it's all too real? 

When I've found my wings and you're stuck right here 

You said "always," but always ran dry 

You're just another reason I know how to cry 

Don't come back

Don't come back 

Goodbye 

And she tries to leave but being scared of him hurting himself she doesn't. 

Yeah, I gave a damn

Kept making excuses 

“Oh maybe he's just tired”

Turned love into a war 

“Please you got to stop hurting yourself.” She says as she wraps his cuts in bandages

And let you call the truces 

But you played the victim In every scene 

“Katsuki what are you doing?!” 

And somehow I'm the villain 

“Please you got to stop hurting yourself.” She says as she wraps his cuts in bandages

In a crazy movie you've got me in 

You're running from your past, but it's still here 

Haunted by chances you didn't take 

“You'll be the number one hero. I believe in you, my love!” 

You bought the ticket to your own sadness 

Chasing the dreams you can't remake 

What will you do when the room goes quiet?

Don't come back

When the whiskey's gone, and you can't deny it

“You have to stop drinking, it's not good for you!” 

Who will you run to when it's all too real?

“You… Cheated?” 

When I've found my wings and you're stuck right here

You said "always," but always ran dry

You're just another reason I know how to cry

“Please! Stop!” 

Don't come back

Don't come back

Don't come back

Goodbye

She places the flowers down at his grave, a single tear slipping down her cheek. 

“Goodbye, Katsuki.”

He is such a tsundere cutie and I am here for it

I would freaking annoy him so damn much because I am a music aficionado. I would find more songs to annoy serenade him with.

I just thought of something silly! Originally was thinking about Satoru Gojo from JJK for it, but this new thought amused me way too much.

Katsuki can propel himself through the air, not exactly flying, but it is still air travel.

One day, he has you on his back because you sprained your ankle or just cause you asked him cutely for a flying piggy back.

As you 'fly', you get the hilarious idea to sing "A Whole New World" to him, just to see what he would do and how he would react.

oh my god lmao

“Woman, I swear I’ll drop you outta the sky and you’ll be singin’ in hell,” Bakugo curses over his shoulder, grumbling between explosions. “If you’re gonna be annoying, at least be able to sing in the right fuckin’ key.”

“Aww, you’re no fun. You hate being serenaded?”

He scoffs. “No, you’ve sang that shitty song the last four times I’ve carried your ass somewhere. Get new material.”

“So you wanna be serenaded?” You tease, resting your chin on his shoulder. You can see the tips of his ears starting to turn color, fading into a coral glow at your words.

“I will drop you. Don’t think I won’t.”

“The hero in you would scoop me up again in a heartbeat.”

He can’t even argue that logic because he would. Right as you’re about to continue pestering him, the two of you land on your apartment complex rooftop. Bakugo helps you off his back and stands with you for a moment.

“Ya got the words wrong, anyways. It’s ‘a dazzling place I never knew,’ not ‘a sparkling place I never knew’,” he comments before blasting off, leaving you with your thoughts.

So he was listening after all.

MHA boys when you surprise them with a pet

incl: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, iida

note: fluff, crack, a little sad with denki’s

Will I... still catch up to you?